Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe and characters belongs to J.K. Rowling, unfortunately not me.

A/N: After a unanimous decision by the reviewers and a little stroke of inspiration, I have decided to continue. It will likely only be a few more chapters and an epilogue, but I'm not completely ruling out a longer story or a sequel in the future. I have a couple other ideas I'd like to start working on as well.

Kigen Dawn: Thanks for pointing out the mistake! Getting my kids mixed up, but it's all fixed now :)

ToasterMuffan: I appreciate the feedback on the rating, but it's not quite over yet ;)

Chapter 24

Harry awoke on his fourth morning in the Manor nestled with his back against Draco's chest and Draco's arm lying loosely across his side. He was happier than he had been in a long time, but he would be lying if he didn't say that he was a bit...frustrated. Since the first night when they had snogged in the study, they had done nothing but exchange a few brief, almost chaste kisses. It had been a lovely few days. The pair of them had talked about a little of everything from light teasing to serious conversations about how lonely Draco felt since the divorce and how Harry was dealing with his. And Harry could admit that Draco was most likely looking to him for cues about how to handle their relationship, knowing that Harry had absolutely no sexual experience with another man and wasn't even divorced yet. Despite this, Harry was still frustrated. Everything about Draco drove him absolutely mad: the way his hair fell over one eye while he was reading, the low chuckle that escaped his mouth when Harry made a joke, the look in his eyes when Harry caught him staring at him, and right now the feel of his morning erection pressing against Harry's ass.

The longer Harry lay there, the more frustrated he became and the more blood flowed to his cock. He was about to get up to take care of the situation before he thought better of it. If Draco was waiting for him to set the pace, maybe he should just give him a very obvious hint that he was ready to take a step forward. Harry paused, biting his lip in indecision. On the one hand, he had no idea how to pleasure another man, but on the other hand he really was horny. Plus, he was fully aware of what felt good when someone was doing it to him so he could only imagine using those techniques would at least be a decent start.

Taking a deep breath he mumbled to himself, "Screw it." Harry then slowly and gently turned around so he was facing Draco, doing his best to keep from disrupting the bed too much. He was afraid that if Draco woke up before he had actually began the task at hand, he wouldn't have the nerve to start. He paused for a moment, listening to Draco's even breathing, indicating that he was still asleep. The man in front of him looked so peaceful and breathtakingly beautiful when he slept. There was rarely a time while Draco was awake that he looked quite so innocent. Perhaps it had something to do with the almost ever-present smirk he wore. Harry did acknowledge, however, that it was typically a teasing smirk as opposed to the cruel sneer of their school days.

Harry slowly raised one of his hands and moved towards the waistband of the cotton pants that Draco was sleeping in. He paused about a centimeter away to calm his nerves. This should not be such a big deal. Sure, Draco had more experience than him, but he could tell by the way the other man looked at him that he was crazy about him. He may tease Harry a little about this, but he wouldn't be cruel in any way. Steeling his resolve, Harry closed the gap between his fingers and Draco's abdomen. He then cautiously slid his hand under the waistband of Draco's pants and wrapped it loosely around the other man's dick. He trailed his fingers lightly from base to tip, closing his eyes tightly when he heard Draco's breath catch in his throat. He buried his head in the crook of Draco's neck and laid open mouthed kisses at the junction between his neck and collarbone to distract himself. He could feel Draco's pulse speed up under him and by the pattern of his breathing could tell that his companion was definitely awake.

Harry couldn't bring himself to look at Draco so instead he trailed kisses up Draco's neck to rest them over his pulse point. He sucked gently before giving the spot a nip that elicited a small moan from Draco. Emboldened by his response, Harry wrapped his hand fully around Draco's arousal and began to slowly stroke him. This elicited an even louder moan from the blond man, making Harry smile into his neck.

After a particularly hard stroke and a subsequent loud moan, Draco pulled himself away from Harry's grasp. At this, Harry's head snapped up to look at Draco, pleading with his eyes for an explanation. Draco must have seen the confusion and hurt in Harry's eyes because he reached out to cup his cheek. "Harry," he began quietly, slightly out of breath. "What's going on?"

"Well I thought I was getting you off, but apparently not," Harry responded petulantly.

Draco chuckled and stroked the other man's cheek with his thumb. "You were doing a wonderful job, I just wanted to make sure this is actually what you want."

Harry gave him an exasperated look. "Of course this is what I want!" he exclaimed, gesturing to the tent in his pajamas as evidence to this.

Draco's gaze dropped from Harry's face to the aforementioned tent and within a millisecond had pushed Harry onto his back and crushed his lips against his in a passionate kiss. Harry smiled briefly into the kiss before returning it with just as much passion. Draco was sliding his tongue along Harry's bottom lip in an almost desperate attempt to gain entrance. Harry obliged immediately and revelled in the feeling of Draco's tongue caressing his.

Harry felt himself getting lost in the kiss, so lost in fact that he didn't realize that Draco's hand had crept under his thin t-shirt until he felt a pleasurable pinch of his right nipple. Harry tilted his head back as he moaned, momentarily breaking the kiss. Draco took this opportunity to kiss along Harry's jaw and down his neck. Every once in awhile he threw in a nip to keep Harry on his toes.

As Harry revelled in the immense pleasure his lover was causing him, he briefly wondered how he had so quickly become the submissive one. He certainly didn't mind since he hadn't really had a game plan, and he felt like a teenager discovering sex for the first time. He was pulled out of his thoughts when Draco grabbed his shoulders, having him sit up slightly so he could peel off his shirt. Draco's shirt immediately followed, and Harry felt his throat go dry. Draco had obviously kept in shape over the years, his chest a thin, pale wall of muscle that Harry didn't think he would ever grow tired of looking at. Draco cleared his throat self-consciously, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Like what you see, Potter?" he drawled haughtily.

Harry laughed and nodded enthusiastically. "Very much so," he responded, letting his eyes drift down his body once more, causing a subtle flush to appear on Draco's abdomen. Armed with the knowledge that he was having just as much of an effect on Draco as Draco was having on him he added with a wink, "Makes me want to take a look at the rest of you."

Draco growled before capturing Harry's lips once again in a bruising kiss. Harry arched into it, his erection brushing against Draco's, making the pair moan in unison. The next moment they were clawing at each other's pants, wasting no time getting the other naked, all the while keeping their lips glued together. The moment that Draco kicked his pants all the way off, he shifted them so they were laying side by side, pressed together. He then reached between them and took both of their cocks in his hand, slowly stroking both of them.

Harry couldn't help the long string of profanities that fell from his lips at the moment. He wasn't sure that anything had ever felt this good in his life, and it was just a handjob. Granted, it was an incredibly erotic handjob but still. Draco's hand was stroking the two of them as his lips attacked Harry's neck. As the pleasure grew and his hand began to move faster, there were less kisses and more heavy breathing and moans against his neck. Harry wanted to do something more to participate, but his brain was so much a haze of arousal that he didn't even know where to begin. So instead he continued to moan and praise the man doing amazing things to him. The pleasure continued to build until Harry felt a familiar tension in body. "About to cum," Harry gasped, although he was pretty sure it came out as an unintelligible string of sounds. Draco must have understood what he meant, however, as he sped his hand up slightly. This was enough to push Harry over the edge. He groaned loudly and arched his back as his orgasm hit him full force, and he spilled the evidence of his pleasure all over Draco's hand and cock. He felt the other man release him and opened his eyes just in time to watch Draco's face contort in pleasure as he came silently into his hand.

After a moment of recovery, Draco collapsed on the bed next to Harry. Harry turned to face the man who had given him one of the most pleasurable orgasms Harry could recall in recent history. "Well that was...unexpected," Draco murmured as he reached over Harry to grab his wand and uttered a spell to clean up the mess they had made.

Harry smiled at his companion. "But welcome, I hope."

Draco smiled back. "Absolutely, but I hope you know I now expect a wake up like this every morning."

Harry gave him a playful shove. "Yes, Your Highness."

"You've only been here a couple days, but you're learning quickly." Draco flashed him one of his patent, teasing smirks.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Just shut up and kiss me."

Draco wasted no time in complying which led to the pair staying in bed for several hours, simply enjoying each other's company.