Chapter Five: Don't Break the Spell
"Ginny works long evenings at the hospital. She won't be home until eleven, or even midnight, most nights, I'm afraid."
"Perhaps we can all get together another time."
"I think she'd like that. She was very glad to hear that you and I had become friends." At the word friends, Harry felt his mouth get a little dry. He knew that it was a bad idea to have invited Draco to his home when no one else was there, but he couldn't help himself. He'd never been that good at self-control.
Harry opened a bottle of firewhiskey and poured them both a generous glass. As he handed Draco his, he raised his own and toasted, "to branching out."
Draco countered with, "to there being more to life."
They clinked their glasses together and each took a great swig. Though neither of them knew it, the other was thinking about how they could end the humdrum of their everyday, ordinary lives.
Before they knew it, nearly the entire bottle was gone. Harry put the glasses in the sink to be washed later, saying "it's too bad we waited so long to be friends."
"Why's that?"
"Imagine what we could have done together if you'd been on my side."
Draco didn't have to ask what he meant. He hung his head, "I was a coward."
"Damn right, you were a coward. But I would say you've done alright since then."
"Thank you."
They made their way into the living space, settling on the couch. Harry, stumbling a little as he went to sit, sat a bit closer than normal to Draco, who just laughed at him.
"What are you laughing at?" Harry said, turning on him. They were a lot closer than he had expected, alarmingly so. He leaned back a little, only to sway. Draco reached out and grasped his arm to steady him. His touch was unexpected as well and Harry felt his mouth go dry again.
He looked up at Draco, finding that the blonde was blushing slightly. He released Harry and looked about the room. When he turned back to Harry, finally, their eyes met and Harry realized he wasn't the only one having these strange, churning feelings.
"Harry, I-" Draco started, but then he stopped and shook his head.
Harry could see, deep in the grey of Draco's eyes, what he wanted. Harry wanted it too, badly. He leaned forward slowly, giving Draco plenty of opportunity to stop him.
Instead, Draco met him in the middle, even bringing a large hand up into his black, tangled hair. Harry gasped slightly at the contact, but then their lips met and Harry's eyes closed against the feeling. He expected Draco to pull back immediately, saying that this was a misunderstanding. Then, he expected himself to pull back, saying that this was wrong and they couldn't do it. But Draco's hand stayed clenched in his hair and Harry found himself clinging to the other man in turn.
After a long moment, Draco parted his lips, inviting Harry deeper. He obliged, pleased to find that Draco's tongue was a courteous host. He tasted so different from Ginny, that Harry found himself immensely excited by the newness of it.
Before he realized what was happening, they had shifted and Draco was above him as Harry lay along the sofa. He moaned slightly as Draco brought his hand down, lightly touching Harry's side. It tickled in the best way. Draco took this as a good sign and kept moving his hand down until he hooked a finger into the waistline of Harry's pants, tickling the spot right above his hipbone.
Harry pulled away from him just slightly. This helped him catch his breath, as well as gave him a chance to look at Draco again. "Do you mean it?" he whispered, afraid that if he spoke too loud he would break the spell.
"Yes," the blonde's voice came out very huskily and Harry realized that he could feel Draco's arousal pressing against his thigh. A moment after, he realized his own arousal and wondered how it felt to Draco. He didn't get a chance to ask, because Draco was kissing him again. This time, their kisses were distracted by their trying to remove each other's clothes. Their breathing was beyond catching and they didn't try.
When Draco freed Harry's throbbing member from his pants, they both recognized they'd passed the point of no return. Draco's mouth moved from Harry's down over his neck and chest, which was already bare as well, until his lips enveloped Harry's penis. As he slid down over the shaft, Harry tilted his head back and groaned with pleasure. Draco smiled slightly, before forming an up and down rhythm that had Harry curling his fingers against the back of the couch and in Draco's hair. He gasped as Draco accelerated his pace and had to stop himself from asking the blonde to release him. It felt so good, it hurt.
Just when Harry thought he couldn't take anymore, Draco detached himself and raised his eyes to look at Harry. As those dark eyes looked up through their lashes, Harry felt his chest clench. He wanted this man, in a way he couldn't recall ever wanting anyone. Not even Ginny.
The thought of Ginny was so fleeting, that he couldn't hold onto it long enough to stop what he was doing. He sat up and moved until he was on his hands and knees. He only had to scoot forward a little to be closer to Draco, who was on his knees at the other end of the couch. Harry looked up at him as he unbuttoned his trousers and pulled the zipper down slowly. He felt that he had to repay Draco for that pleasurable experience and he wanted to know what it felt like to taste Draco in another way.
He pulled Draco's pants down as far as he could with Draco's knees on the couch, but that was far enough for what he wanted. He took Draco's cock into his mouth without hesitation, though it was larger than he expected. Both of their reactions were instantaneous: Draco sucked in his breath through his teeth, making a sort of hissing noise, and Harry moaned, which only heightened Draco's arousal.
Harry moved back and forth, enjoying the way Draco slid in and out, as well as the way his skin tasted.
Feeling courageous, Draco gently began pumping, so that he was fucking Harry's mouth. He was careful, because he could tell that Harry was unable to take his entire length. Harry was surprised, but was not opposed to this development. Before long, just as Harry had, Draco began to feel the pressure in his abdomen, knowing that he couldn't take much more. He grasped the hair on the back of Harry's head and pulled him away. "If I may be so bold," he said with a grin, "can I fuck you?" Harry laughed, but then nodded. Draco stood and removed his pants the rest of the way. "Do you have any lube? This will probably hurt you."
"In the master bathroom, behind the-" he shook his head and stood, heading down the hall and up the stairs. Draco followed, feeling strange standing in the living room, naked and alone. As he came into Harry's bedroom, the green-eyed man re-emerged from the bathroom, holding a purple tube. He grinned at Draco and shook it slightly. "Would you like me to apply it for you?"
"Please and thank you," Draco grinned back and put his hands on his hips, jokingly thrusting his lower half forward a little. Harry came forward and squeezed some lube onto his hand. He rubbed it gently along Draco's length, then wrapped his hand entirely around the member and slid it back and forth three times. "Are you teasing me, Potter?"
"Maybe a little, Malfoy." Harry smirked and stood up again, tossing the lube aside. "We don't really have to go all the way back downstairs, do we?" He nodded toward the bed, biting his lip.
"No we don't." He grasped Harry by the arms and tossed him onto the bed. Harry laughed as he got up on his hands and knees again. "You might want to hold onto something? I can't imagine this will be easy."
Harry clenched his fingers around the sheet covering the bed, which remained unmade from that morning. He felt Draco get onto the bed behind him and grab his hips to position himself. He tried to relax, to make it easier for both of them. Draco bent down and kissed Harry's tailbone, which made him smile. Then, he set his head against Harry's asshole and, gripping his left hip a little tighter, used his right hand to push himself into Harry.
It hurt. Harry cried out, but told Draco not to stop. The blonde slowly moved back out of him, stopping just before his head re-emerged, then pushed back in. After a while, the agony subsided and Draco was able to move in and out more quickly. To him, this was wonderful. He'd never had his dick in a tighter place and it was a glorious feeling. He could tell that Harry was starting to enjoy it too, which made the experience even better for Draco.
When he was moving in and out relatively quickly, he began to feel the pressure again. "Oh, Harry."
"Yeah?" They were both very out of breath again.
"Oh, Merlin, Harry. I'm going to come."
"Do it."
"Inside?"
"I don't give a damn!"
Draco pumped harder, trying to get the most out of this. The hastened pace made it harder for him to hold it in and after a moment of intense thrusting, he released.
Harry felt a burst of wet heat inside his ass. It was a strange feeling, but one he hoped to become accustomed to. He couldn't understand how, but that had been the best fuck of his life. He wondered if that's how women felt during sex.
He turned to look at Draco, who was panting. They smiled at each and, when they had more or less stopped heaving, Harry smirked, "your turn."
"What?"
"Your turn to see how it feels."
"Really?"
"Well yeah. I can't have all the fun, can I?"
"Oh, you haven't," Draco promised. But he went and retrieved the lube from the floor. He lathered Harry up with it before setting it nicely on the bedside table. Harry chuckled and pushed Draco down from his knees to his hands and knees. "Please be gentle."
"I will at first," Harry assured him, "but that last bit, when you were fucking me hard, that felt wonderful. I want you to feel that. Let me know when it doesn't hurt so much anymore."
Draco nodded and Harry posed behind him the same way as the blonde had before. Harry had an easier time getting in, because he used his hands to part Draco's butt cheeks, spreading him out a little more. Like Harry, Draco cried out, but then he kept making noise.
"Am I hurting you?"
"Yes, but that's not it." Harry had stopped moving, "don't stop! Fuck me! That feels so damn good." Harry couldn't help but laugh before obliging. He was slow at first, which seemed to suit Draco fine for a short time. Then: "It doesn't hurt now." Harry knew this wasn't entirely true, but he also knew what it meant.
He gripped Draco's hips hard and began thrusting as hard as he could, plunging his penis deeper into Draco than he had before. Draco shouted, reaching out and grabbing the headboard for support. Harry didn't slow and soon they were both saying "yes" and "oh" and "Merlin." Harry lasted a long while, fighting it every step of the way. He wanted this to last longer for both of them. Draco's whispered "yes"es were overwhelmingly arousing. Finally, Harry couldn't take it anymore; he pumped thrice more and came with a loud "Draco." As he exploded inside the other man, he slumped against Draco's back and felt himself pulse inside him. Draco reached back and grasped Harry's leg in a way that was clearly affectionate.
When they finally pulled away from each other, sweaty and tired, they could only manage a few soft kisses. Draco was hard again, but he swore to Harry that he couldn't take anymore that night.
It was only then, after all that, as Draco looked into Harry's green eyes, he remembered Astoria, whose eyes, he recognized only now, were the same color. It was then that Draco realized he would be a horrible husband for a long while.