Part 10: Romantic Interlude
Draco awoke with a start. He looked around, bleary-eyed, not recognizing where he was. There was also a familiar and comfortable weight around his middle. He heard a soft sigh behind him and quickly looked over his shoulder. A dark unruly mass of hair stared back at him. And then he remembered. Last night and Harry, in him, on him and around him. He smiled.
Careful not to wake his (boyfriend? lover?) companion, he rolled over to face him, watching him sleep.
I love this man. he thought to himself. He gave in to the urge to brush the dark fringe away from his forehead and tenderly kissed the now faded scar.
"Mmmm. Feelsnice." Harry murmured in his sleep, snuggling closer, his lips resting on Draco's neck. Feeling a little bolder, Draco kissed him again in the exact same spot. The arm around his waist tightened in response. Moving slowly lower, he kissed the closed eyes, the tip of the nose and those warm cheeks. Harry rolled over on to his back, pulling Draco with him. But that didn't stop Draco from what he wanted to do.
He paused briefly to suckle the lush lips in front of him before kissing, licking and biting his way downward. He reached Harry's navel and paused. He knew that Harry was awake, if the hardness pressing into the underside of his chin was any indication. But Draco was a patient man. He simply waited.
After 5 minutes, Harry's eyes shot open. Draco saw the desire in those deep green pools. He gave a definite Malfoy Patented Smirk™.
"Well?" Harry growled.
"Well what?" Draco grinned.
"You know 'what' you git."
"Enlighten me, Harry." Draco smirked again.
"Draco!" Harry begged. In reply, Draco swirled his tongue around Harry's navel and watched Harry's eyes go cross.
"I love the way you beg, Harry."
"You're killing me, you know." Harry huffed.
"Did you just huff?"
"No." Harry's face reddened.
"You did!" Draco laughed.
"Prat!"
"So I repeat...what do you want, Harry? I want to hear you say it." Draco asked, rolling his chin over Harry's hardness. Harry groaned, resisting the urge to grab Draco and kiss him.
"Please." Harry begged.
"Please what?" Draco repeated. Harry stared at him, eyes dark with lust.
"Make me yours." he whispered. There was complete love and trust in his eyes and Draco felt his heart swell. Keeping his gaze locked with Harry's, he inched downward and slowly took him into his mouth.
Harry clenched his jaw so hard he nearly bit his tongue in half. The sensation of Draco's tongue and teeth on him had nearly sent him over the edge. And - Oh Merlin! - Draco took him deeper, the head of his cock sliding down his throat with practiced ease. His eyes closed and his fingers tangled into those silky blonde locks as he thrust up into that hot mouth.
"Drae - I - oh!" he stammered in warning. Draco only sucked him harder and with a scream, Harry climaxed.
Draco relished the taste of Harry on his tongue as he kissed his way up to Harry's lips. Harry fisted his hands in Draco's hair and kissed him hard, his tongue swirling around in Draco's mouth. Draco managed to get the lube from the table and inched a coated finger into Harry's puckered opening. Harry stiffened for a moment before collapsing into a boneless heap when Draco brushed his prostate. Draco kissed his way to Harry's neck and licked across the pulse beating there. Harry felt Draco's hardness pressing into his thigh. He moved his leg and heard Draco's resultant hiss.
"Draco!" Harry whispered with need as Draco inserted a second and then a third finger into him. He ran his tongue over Harry's nipples, causing the other man to arch up off the bed.
"Do you want me, Harry?" Draco whispered, pushing his hand deeper into him.
"Yes!"
"Tell me."
"I want you to fuck me so hard I can't walk for a week." Harry immediately replied, causing Draco's cock to twitch in agreement. He gently pulled his fingers our and spread lube over his aching flesh. He kissed Harry hard as he pushed into him.
"Fuck! Draco!" Harry groaned.
"So tight, Harry!" he gasped. Harry locked his feet around Draco's back, bringing him deeper into his body. Draco put his hand around Harry's returning erection and timed his strokes to his thrusts. Higher and higher their emotions spiraled, becoming one big mass of feeling. When the end came it was so dizzying, the both literally blacked out.
Sometime later...
"Harry?"
"Hmm?"
"Is it possible to fuck yourself blind?"
"Did you black out too?"
"Yes." Draco admitted. Harry chuckled and made the startling discovery that Draco was still firmly planted inside him. He ran his hands down the sweaty back over him and felt Draco tremble.
"What's so bloody funny?" Draco wondered, not bothering to move. Harry didn't want him to move anyway.
"Us. Here. Together. Like this." Draco raised his head to look at him.
"I don't see where the hilarity is." he frowned. Harry kissed his nose.
"Don't frown, love. What I meant was, I could not picture us together like this when we were in school."
"We're not children anymore, Harry."
"Hermione said the same thing." he smiled.
"She knows what she's talking about then." Draco nodded, putting his head back down on Harry's chest. They were content to be like that as the morning sun peeked through the clouds, bathing the room in a warm glow. "I'm not squashing you, am I? I can move if you want." Draco stated, starting to do just that until Harry grabbed a handful of luscious Malfoy arse. Draco gasped, falling back onto his lover and gasped again when Harry clenched around him.
"God! Do that again!" he moaned. Grinning, Harry clenched around him again and Draco's brain decided to go into early retirement. Harry did this a few more times and Draco shuddered into another orgasm.
Much later...
"Shower?" Harry asked.
"I don't think I can move." Draco groaned beside him.
"Come on. It'll refresh you." He dragged Draco from the bed and into the shower.
Who knew soap could be fun?
They spent the entire weekend in and out of bed and took the time to really get to know each other, an opportunity that was squandered during their school years. It was the best weekend of their lives.
When Harry returned to school that Monday, Hermione was planted on the edge of his desk. She had the famous Hermione Granger I-Want-Details-And-I'm-Not-Leaving-Until-I-Do look on her face. He set his bag down on the desk and started removing papers.
"How was your weekend?" she asked, with a smug look. He continued organizing his papers, ignoring her for the moment. He could play this game as well as she could.
"It was nice." he finally replied, looking up at her. He didn't have to wait long for the explosion. She hopped off his desk.
"Nice? You spend an entire bloody weekend in bed with Draco bloody Malfoy and all you can say about it is that it was nice?" she exclaimed. "Draco bloody Malfoy, Harry! Slytherin's self-proclaimed Sex God! Nice? Harry! Nice is what you call a painting or your favorite pair of shoes! This is Draco bloody Malfoy for fuck's sake! Nice my arse! You should be praising the man's sexual prowess! Harry! Draco bloody Malfoy!" Harry had been trying to contain his laughter through her tirade but the look on her face was so comical, he couldn't help it any longer. Tears of mirth rolled down his cheeks and he had to hold his arms around his ribs because he was laughing so hard. She scowled at him and waited for him to calm down. He finally did and looked at her.
"Ron's been rubbing off on you."
"Don't try and change the subject you prat!" She smacked his arm. "Draco bloody Malfoy!"
"I'm not giving you details about my sex life, Granger." he smiled.
"Har-ry!" she whined.
"All I'm going to tell you is we didn't leave the room the whole time."
"Har-ry Pot-ter! Draco bloody Malfoy! Tell me!"
"It would literally kill you if I don't tell you, wouldn't it?"
"Yes!"
"Too bad. Now get lost. I have a class in 5 minutes." He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her out of the room. "And I'm going to tell Ron about your new favorite word." He smiled sweetly before heading back to his desk, laughing the whole time.
There were just some things you did not tell to Mrs. Ronald Weasley.