Just To See You
Chapter 5: Overload
By Darkmeadow777
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is to love and be loved in return."
From "Unforgettable with Love" by Natalie Cole
Harry took Draco's hand and led him to the edge of the bathtub. He took Draco's foot and told him to lift it while Harry would guide it in;Draco balanced himself on Harry's back. Once Draco was in, he sat down slowly, adjusting to the warm water.
"All right, I'm going to keep telling you where my hands are cuz people like to know. I'm going to start on top and work my way down. So, we need to get your hair wet. I'm going to dip you down and up, ok?" Harry said, in a professional tone.
Harry put one hand on the back of Draco's neck and one on his chest to guide him down into the water. Harry kept his hand on Draco's neck while the other slowly cupped water and poured it over Draco's head, careful not to get any water on his face. Draco's eyes were closed tightly and he was breathing determinedly out his nose. Harry took some shampoo and slowly massaged it into Draco's wet locks. Draco seemed to relax after a while. Harry noticed that Draco's hair, though badly needing the wash, was very soft and fine. He took more time than necessary -- loving the feel of Draco's silky hair between his fingers. He cupped his hands, slowly rinsing the shampoo and then repeated the process with the conditioner. All the while saying a commentary of what he was going to do. Harry guided Draco to sit up so he could start to wash his back. He hesitated a moment before picking up the body wash and pouring some onto a cloth. He lathered it up before confidently rubbing it onto Draco's neck and shoulders. Harry noticed Draco's shoulder muscles tense, and then realized he forgot his commentary.
"Sorry, I forgot to tell you where my hands were … " Harry drifted off. He kept his hands moving. Cleaning and massaging Draco's neck and shoulders until the blonde relaxed. Harry realized with a shock that he liked the feel of Draco's skin and muscles under his hands. Harry slowly rubbed Draco's shoulder blades, feeling the lean muscle underneath. Harry concentrated on the feel of Draco's skin. It was soft and creamy; however, there were the occasional bumps from the scars. Harry unthinkingly traced a long scar down and along Draco's back.
Draco tensed and waited for the question he was not going to answer. It never came. Draco felt the hands continue cleaning and massaging then he slightly relaxed. He had to admit that Harry had very skilled hands and it was all he could do to not lean into the touch or moan. Harry began to sink lower and lower, much lower than he would with a normal person. When Harry finished Draco's back, he reached for his arm. He slowly massaged soap on to Draco's bicep, tracing the solid muscle down to Draco's elbow and forearm. Harry tried not to touch Draco's Mark, preferring to pretend it was not there. However, when Harry glanced at the Mark, he noticed that it had a large "X" engraved through it. Harry quickly smothered his anger.
Harry took Draco's hand in his own and using his thumbs made small circles on Draco's palm and down his fingers. After a moment, Harry said, "You know, the more you're touched, the more sensitive you will become. These," Harry gave Draco's fingers a slight squeeze, "Are now your eyes. We want them to sensitize really quick, so I'm going to rub your hands and fingers on a daily basis." Harry continued to lightly massage Draco's hands, when he finished he rinsed Draco's arm and hesitated.
"Do you want to do your chest or shall I?" asked Harry, blushing, very glad Draco was blind.
Draco was curious so he said, "Go ahead." He leaned back. He knew his body was gorgeous.
Harry could not believe the way Draco said those words. They drawled off his tongue in a husky, sensual tone. That did not help Harry; he immediately turned an even brighter red then realized that the blood was not only gushing to his face. Harry, who had respectively kept his gaze away from Draco's lower body, got a full view and gasped lightly. Wow, Harry thought.
Draco heard a slight intake of breath. Guessing the reason for the gasp, Draco said, "I know."
Harry stared incredulously at Draco. Could you get more arrogant? He knew he didn't say anything out loud. He decided to ignore Draco's comment and turned his attention to Draco's upper body, which was just as appealing as the lower. Draco's stomach had a full six-pack. His chest was strongly muscled complete with hard, pink nipples. Harry slowly caressed Draco's chest and stomach with his cloth and hands.
Draco enjoyed the feel of Harry's strong fingers cascading slowly over his body. Draco knew that his other senses were already making up for the lost of the other and were becoming more sensitive. He tried to urge his body to respond to the touch. He closed his eyes and concentrated on Harry's slow movements. Harry's touch was fast becoming intoxicating and almost more than Draco could bear.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked when he noticed that Draco's breathing quickened.
Draco opened his eyes, swallowed, and gasped out, "Your hands ... it's like a sensory overload. It feels so good, though."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No," Draco gasped, shutting his eyes tight. "Just...just use less pressure." Draco was concentrating hard to stop his blood from flowing to a certain body part.
"All right ..." Harry was confused; he was already using feather light touches. Harry stopped lingering and paid more attention to cleaning rather than the feel of Draco's skin. He finished Draco's chest, moved straight to his strong legs and feet, when he finished Harry asked Draco continue by himself.
"Ok," said Draco, his breathing slowing down. He felt like his head was going to burst, there were so many sensations running through it. He took the cloth from Harry and slowly began to wash himself. He would have definitely turned hard if Harry decided to complete washing his entire body.
"Are you all right for a moment? I'm just going to change your sheets." Harry said, giving Draco privacy.
"I'm fine," Draco whispered.
"Call if you need me," Harry said, leaving the door open.
Draco took a deep breath. He thought the bath would be an awkward experience but Harry's skilled hands changed his mind. It was actually quite pleasant, perhaps too much. Draco's head was still throbbing. He absent mindedly washed himself, thinking. Why is Potter doing this for me? I know he's the 'golden' boy, but who is that forgiving? After everything I did to him… But he has nothing to gain... He can't send me to Azkaban. I was a spy for the light. He's seen the Mark though. Maybe he knows I was a spy? Draco felt his left forearm, feeling it for some movement. There was none. Draco traced the large 'X'. The Mark was now an ugly tattoo, a reminder. His sight had paid the highest price for doing what was right, instead of what was easy.
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