You Jump, I jump
Written by StrawberryGirl87
Hogwarts no longer feels like home, it is time to move on but Harry has nowhere else to go. Standing on the precipice of uncertainty he finds a helping hand from the most unlikely of people. Someone who is willing to stand by his side when things seem bleak.
Chapter Thirteen
The two young men appeared in a rather elaborate bedroom which seemed a lot like it might have belonged at Hogwarts but Harry knew that that was impossible. The floor beneath their feet was made of grey flag stones, the walls an off white and the major feature of the room a mahogany four poster bed with cream drapes and bedding. The windows were all open and they could hear the distinct sound of waves crashing on to rock coming from somewhere beneath them. A fire raged in the hearth, heating the room and adding a crackling sound to the ambience of the beautiful bedroom.
"Where are we?" Harry asked, looking around, taking in his surroundings with a stunned awe. He had never been in a place that seemed to him to be perfectly beautiful and quiet, as if he wouldn't be disturbed here. That he could live in peace.
"It's a property my parents own in Wales, we used to come here when I was a child, I didn't want our first time to be in some horrible bed and breakfast or a room in a pub. It wouldn't have felt right." Draco said and Harry nodded nervously, biting his lip. The prospect of sleeping with Draco in the physical sense scared him. It was something he wasn't sure that he was ready for.
His hand slipped from the Slytherin's grip and he walked to the window, peering out over the ocean, his view completely uninterrupted. It had been a trying day and tomorrows only prospect was to worsen. Harry may not have felt as if he were ready but it felt as if he needed this.
"It's beautiful here," Harry said as Draco came up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist. The Gryffindor tensed a little, his heart beating faster than normal but he didn't shrug off Draco's embrace, he relished in feeling his body, his warmth and his affection.
"Do you regret kissing me?" Draco asked, sensing Harry's unease and praying to Merlin that he didn't have any regrets but wanting to know sooner rather than later if he did. If he was going to get his heart broken by the saviour of the wizarding world then it had better be sooner rather than later in his mind. He didn't want to be completely in love with him if Harry was just going to walk away but Draco was sure that it was already too late for that. He already couldn't face the thought of living another day without Harry.
"No" Harry said at once, "It's just …"
"Just what?" Draco asked softly with only concern. He didn't want Harry to be afraid of him, he wanted him to be able to trust him, to be able to love him.
"I've never …" Harry began but he didn't need to finish, Draco knew what he was trying to say. The Slytherin could have kicked himself for not realising. He had never thought that Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived-twice, would ever have been sexually inexperienced, not with the amount of fangirls and boys he had fawning over him all the time. Draco had honestly never believed that Harry was a virgin.
"I'm not going to force you if you aren't ready Harry," Draco said quietly, nuzzling into the crook of his neck and inhaling his scent. He could feel the fear that practically radiating from the Gryffindor, he seemed to be almost physically shaking. "I don't want you to be scared of this … of us." He said as he placed kisses across Harry's shoulder, wanting nothing more than to worship him as he deserved to be.
"Have you done this before?" Harry asked unsure if he actually wanted to know the answer or not. Thinking of Draco with anyone other than him made a sickening feeling of jealousy creep over him. It wasn't something that he ever wanted to picture. He wanted Draco to be his and no one else's. Aside from a few horribly awkward kisses with girls Harry had no experience with these matters and that worried him if Draco was going to reel off a list of people he'd fucked as long as his arm. Harry already knew that he would never survive Draco Malfoy, his experience in the bedroom would only add another nail to the coffin.
"Yes but only with one person," Draco said wanting to be as honest as possible but also fearing that if he said too much he would scare the raven haired teen away. He already seemed to as timid as a mouse but then it had been an emotionally exhausting day.
"Who?" Harry asked without really thinking but at this Draco gave a rather pointed sigh as if he knew that Harry was torturing himself and he didn't approve.
"I'll tell you, of course I will but are you sure that you want to know? Look around you Harry, we are in a beautiful castle, just the two of us, there is no one else around for miles. We have a small army of house elves at our dispersal to fetch us whatever we want to eat or drink, do you really want to talk about my one and only ex, which I'm assuming will only upset you?" Draco asked, "He isn't here, it's just you and me and that it all that matters."
"Sorry," Harry mumbled and Draco spun him around so that they could face one another, Draco didn't want Harry to be sorry, he wanted him to be his. There was no room for embarrassed apologies here, he just wanted Harry to be comfortable enough that they could just be with one another without second guessing or concern.
"Don't be sorry," Draco said, "If you want me to tell you then I will, I'll tell you anything that you want to know. I think we have shared enough that we have no secrets from one another. I just don't want you to over think this."
"It's just I've never … not even with a girl, let alone a guy." Harry said his voice filled with uncertainty and nerves. His stomach felt as if it were back flipping. Defeating a dark wizard, finding and destroying all seven parts of his soul that was no problem but the prospect of having sex with a man whom he cared a great deal for and he was practically running scared. Harry had no idea what was wrong with him.
"As I said, if you aren't ready then I will be more than happy to just lay next to you. No words can descript how much I've wanted to just hold you for the longest time, the last few nights, being so close to you, it was so difficult to handle when we weren't even in the same bed..." Draco said, remembering how desperately he had craved Harry, going so far to sneak glances of him through the door while he pleasured himself in the shower. It was an image that Draco saw every time he closed his eyes but now he wanted to see that blissed out face as Harry came inside of him, he wanted to be the cause of it.
"For me too," Harry admitted. Then nervously he added, "Will you lie with me now?" He asked his heart racing frantically in his chest. He looked over at the bed as if it might swallow him whole but he needed to feel Draco, the heat of skin, to smell his soft vanilla scent and feel his light teasing touches and his lips as they kissed him.
"Of course," Draco replied, taking Harry by the hand and leading him to the four poster bed. They kicked off their shoes and socks first before their lips met, their kisses soft and tentative to begin with before tongues clashed, deepening the embrace, making it more fervent which how much the desired one another. "Try and relax," The blonde said as their kiss broke. Harry nodded apprehensively. "Lie back," Draco instructed.
Harry sat down on the edge of the bed and scooted backwards, his arms shaking so violently that he could barely support his own weight. Draco, joining him on the bed settled himself between Harry's legs, supporting himself above the nervous young man. Every inch of the Slytherin's body seemed to tingle at the prospect of what was to come.
"Draco …" Harry gasped desperately as the blondes hands glided up beneath his t-shirt, fingertips ghosting over scars old and new, bumping over healing wounds.
"I'm not … trust me … please," Draco said as he rested his forehead against Harry's, their breath mixing together and their noses bumping slightly.
"I do trust you," Harry murmured as he reached up to brush a stray blonde hair from Draco's eyes, looking up at him with innocence and fear despite his words. He had never trusted anyone so much or so readily as Draco.
Lying down completely Harry allowed himself to be taken over. Even lying the wrong way across the bed it was by far big enough to accommodate them. Draco keeping himself supported above Harry, his arms trembling with the effort. Their erections grinding together as hands tentatively explored upper bodies, mapping out so far unexplored territory.
Pulling his t-shirt over his head Draco discarded it to the floor and allowed Harry's eyes to sweep over his muscular chest, taking in the defined abs of solid muscle and the porcelain skin that seemed unblemished by the sun, years spent living in a dungeon had kept him pale but it couldn't have turned Harry on more. It spurred him on, he propped himself up, taking hold of Draco's torso in his hands and taking a pink nipple into his mouth and sucking, grazing the sensitive tip with his teeth.
Draco threw his head back, enjoying the sensation as his hands found their way into Harry's soft black hair, the Gryffindor's lips kissing and suckling every inch of his torso that he could reach from his position pinned beneath the Slytherin, leaving small purpling marks in his wake, a clear claim of territory. Close to the edge Draco pushed Harry back down on to the bed, ravishing his mouth with feverish kisses as Harry rolled them over, gaining his confidence.
Their hips bumped together, grinding their straining erections together. Draco, desperate to rid Harry of his clothes dragged his t-shirt off and threw it away, his hands running across the scarred olive skin greedily.
Even with jeans still on and without touching anything below the belt it wasn't long before the two of them were close to their completion, kisses became more desperate and the grinding faster and harder. The intensity between them reaching its pinnacle as they came together.
"Fuck, Harry …" Draco cried out, gasping for air as he felt the dampness spreading in his trousers. The Gryffindor grinned at him, sweating and breathless, feeling giddy with the release and not ready for it to be over. Harry continued kissing him, his lips moving down his jaw, working steadily lower. He reached the waistband of his jeans where wisps of light blonde hair trailed teasingly from his belly button, disappearing into the material.
Harry pulled at the button and the denim sprang open, Draco's breath caught in his throat when he realised what Harry was doing, "You don't …"
"I want to …" Harry said as he tugged the jeans down over his hips taking the boxer shorts with him, exposing the still hard shaft that had pearly white cum covering the tip, which Harry took eagerly into his mouth. Though having never done anything like this before he had no idea if he was doing it right or not. However judging by the moans that escaped from Draco's throat he wasn't doing too terrible a job.
He took Draco fully into his mouth, grasping at his hips as he relished the taste of him. His tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, lapping up the pre-cum that leaked as Draco neared his second orgasm.
"I'm … going … Harry …" Draco gasped, trying to find the words, to force himself to warn the raven haired teen but he couldn't find the words, too lost in the sensation of being inside Harry's warm, wet mouth. His orgasm crashed over him and he was suddenly spilling his seed into Harry's eager, willing mouth. He lapped it up, swallowing every last drop as he came level with Draco, who wrapped himself around Harry, resting his head upon his chest. Now that he had him he wasn't ever letting go.