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Part Eight
Purification
Draco rolled the bar around sudsing his hands with his eyes locked on Harry's.
"Are you just going to stand there, hogging the soap all night?"
Draco smirked and shook his head no. He handed the soap to Harry, but stepped in, before Harry could make any use of it. One soapy hand slid down to Harry's right buttock the other helped itself to Harry's cock. Draco caught Harry's mouth, for a tongue teasing kiss. Harry put his arms around Draco's neck, leaning against him, as Draco's skillful hand got Harry hard again, almost immediately. Draco licked water off Harry's face, bit his chin gently, kissed and nibbled at Harry's neck. Making the most of the fact, that they were nearly the same height, Draco encircled both of their cocks in the long thin fingers of his left hand.
"Dance with me," he whispered breathily, into Harry's ear, before tonguing it.
Harry moaned softly and pressed against him. One of Harry's hands dropped down to the small of Draco's back. Draco's right hand slid very gently between Harry's cheeks, teasing at his virginity, with no penetration, no pressure, only the lightest of feather touches. Harry slid his lips across Draco's cheek, finding his mouth again.
They kissed, rocked and swayed like that, slowly, gently, trying to maximize the contact between their bodies, not out of intense need as before, but purely for the warm, wet pleasure of it. Just when Harry had made up his mind that nothing could possibly be better, Draco's hand tightened, pulled, stroked, kneaded them together, wringing their fluids from them. He stuck his come covered fingers into Harry's open mouth, followed almost immediately with his tongue.
"Mmm," said Draco, "you taste just like soapy come."
"Funny that."
Draco took the soap from Harry, and starting washing them both. He handed the soap back to Harry who followed suit. When Draco was satisfied that their bodies were clean, they shampooed each others hair, massaging scalps, and conditioned, running fingers through to ends of hair to sort out tangles. They held each other to rinse, kissing under the running water.
"Draco, can we have that bath tomorrow?"
"Have I worn you out already, Harry? Where ever do you find the stamina to battle Voldemort?"
"I'm knackered. It would be after midnight, if we hadn't eaten at the Time Turner. I need to sleep."
"Come on then, sleepy head, dry off and brush your teeth. But I warn you, you'd better be fresh and rested in plenty of time to deal properly with my morning hard on."
"Oh, you are -so- romantic."
"And you are dripping water all over the place. Gods! Do I have to dry you, too?"
Draco picked up his wand and pointed it at Harry. Harry dove out of the way of an entirely harmless drying spell. Harry blushed. Draco laughed, then walked over and offered him a hand up off the floor. Harry took it.
"Still expecting unforgivables? I thought we were past all that. You know, Harry, it's not entirely clever having a boyfriend you think might kill you after sex. Good reflexes, though. But if you are going to dive, I suggest doing it in the direction of your wand. Less chance for someone to intercept your accio that way. Shall I dry you off now? Or will I spook you into flinging yourself nude off the balcony?"
"No, go right ahead."
"Sico superficius!"
"Thank you."
"You- are such a mess," said Draco, who pecked his cheek, and dried his own hair, then set his wand down next to Harry's on the bedside table.
After they brushed and flossed, Harry said, "Draco, I'm really sorry about what happened. Please don't take it personally. It really is just habit."
"Are you still sulking about that? I'm not letting it ruin my fun, Harry. I don't suppose that little episode pumped any much needed adrenaline into that slug-like system of yours?"
Harry smiled and stroked his hand over Draco's cock, "Maybe just enough."
"Do remind me to keep firing random spells at you."
Draco kissed Harry and backed him toward the foot of the bed. He pushed Harry down and climbed on top of him. He nipped Harry's bottom lip between his teeth and ran his tongue over it. He kissed nibbled and licked his way down to Harry's now proudly erect penis, and swallowed it whole, making an "mmm" sound that vibrated the back of Draco's throat so that Harry could feel it. He held the base tightly and sucked hard on the way up, rolling his tongue around the head, teasing the tip into Harry's slit, to get a little taste of pre-come.
Draco worked his tongue around the head under Harry's foreskin, then sucked the foreskin up over the head, and swallowed him down again, sliding his tongue back and forth along the underside of Harry's cock. He sucked hard, using just a bit of teeth on way back up, and twisted his mouth to the left then the right, sucking hard on Harry's head, while stroking the shaft with his hand. He rubbed his thumb over the slit as he licked and sucked Harry's balls into his mouth.
When he could feel that Harry was close, Draco took all of him into his mouth and sucked for all he was worth, which was quite a lot, in anyone's estimation. Harry lasted less than five minutes total, and arrived moaning Draco's name. By the time, Draco crawled up to kiss him, Harry was insensate.
"Harry, if your think we are finished here, you are sadly mistaken."
He tickled him. He slapped his cheek gently. He shook him.
"Enervate!"
Finally, he pushed Harry off the bed and still did not manage to wake him.
"Mobilicorpus!"
When he set Harry down on the bed again, his legs spread apart invitingly.
"You don't know how lucky you are, that I am a gentleman."
Draco had his warm bath, after all, and brought himself off in it.
to be continued
