A/N: A thank you goes out to the following reviewers: - Girl-luvs-manga, aminaluvr4life, Tenshi Yami – Angel of Darkness, Padfootette, Shinigami – Kira- 1917, hPdC, mochiusagi and soulwriter51.

Also a thank you to all the lovely people who have taken the time to read this story. Very much appreciated.

Final Chapter

Harry tried to go about his day-to-day routine as much as possible. It was difficult as he wanted to ask Draco when he was going to finish with Antony. When can they be together? What are the extent of Draco's feeling? He had so many questions buzzing around his head.

By the time Harry had woke in the morning Draco had already left. Harry had a moment of panic, thinking that Draco was regretting his decision and was avoiding him. But he had a firm talk with himself as he knew he should just relax and trust Draco. He hoped that Draco had gone to Antony's to split up with him.

Draco still hadn't returned by lunchtime and Harry was getting restless. It could be entirely possible that Draco was meeting with a client and had overtime. He often worked on his weekends. So instead of waiting around for Draco, he decided to go out and buy a few things to cook a nice dinner later.

Harry had all the ingredients to make a lovely dinner, a shop bought dessert and wine. He returned home and set about making dinner. Leaving the food in the oven to cook slowly, he then busied himself having a shower and getting changed into something nicer.

Draco had returned home and was in the kitchen peering into the oven to see what was for dinner. Harry smiled as he watched him, and made Draco start when he said, "Like what you see?"

Draco turned around and gave Harry a nervous smile. At least I am not the only one who is nervous. Harry was pleased to note.

"Smells good what it is?" he asked.

Harry entered the kitchen, "Leg of lamb, slow cooked so the meat should be nice a tender. Why don't you go take a shower and I will pour us a glass of wine?" Harry soothingly suggested.

Draco sighed, "Yes that does sound good. I had a difficult case and a dreadful meeting with the defence lawyers this morning. I'll take a shower and get changed, be 40 mins or so. Is that okay?"

Harry nodded, "Take all the time you need."

Harry could see that Draco was tired and tense – He's had a stressful day.

Harry set the table, poured them wine and dished the food up. Keeping it warm with a charm. Then he spent a few moments considering music and a candle – but then dismissed the idea. He didn't want to come across as full on. Draco may not have dumped Antony yet and well he didn't want to seem desperate. He will try and act as he would normally. Maybe with a bit more staring at Draco than usual, but now he had confessed how he felt he thought he could get away with obvious ogling.

When Draco returned he looked relaxed and calmer. They ate the food and drank the wine. Carrying out normal conversation. It was driving Harry insane. Just ask him! Say 'Draco are you single now?' it isn't hard – come on for Christ sake.

Draco glanced up at him and Harry held his breath, waiting – hoping.

"Shall we go get comfortable in the living room?" Draco suggested.

Harry wondered if he imagined the slight seductive tone to Draco's voice. Was it wishful thinking or was it there? Harry was over analysing everything. It was torture, he just wanted to reach out and touch Draco. If he was lucky he would finally get to kiss him, to taste those lips and feel his firm, toned body against his.

Harry nodded and followed Draco to the living room. They made themselves comfortable.

"Do you want that foot rub now? You did say that I had to give you many to make it up to you." Harry just wanted to touch Draco, he'd settle for his feet if he had to. Draco seemed to have sensitive feet and a foot fetish so he could use it to relax and seduce Draco.

Draco smiled, "Sure. After the day I've had that would be nice." He swung his legs up and put his feet on the cushion in Harry's lap.

Harry summoned the massage lotion, coating his hands and slowly rubbing Draco's left foot.

"Apparently the foot's surface is linked to the entire body and that particular points on the feet are linked to particular organs and glands." Harry informed Draco.

"Really. I guess that's true. The reaction I have to you massaging me feet would prove that." Draco replied casually.

Harry wasn't sure if he meant a relaxed and calm state, which was how he reacted. Or a turned on reaction? He didn't dare ask.

Using his entire hands Harry rubbed Draco's feet from ankle to toes, toes to ankle, then back down to toes. Then he rubbed each toe individually by squeezing slightly on the ball of each one. Making sure that he also massaged the top and sides of each foot.

Harry glanced at Draco he seemed relaxed and more open to Harry's touches.

After the gentle foot rub, Harry repeated but applying slightly more pressure to certain parts of Draco's feet with his fingers.

He rubbed his thumb in circular motion from the heel to the toe. Then, Harry made a fist with his hand and gently pressed his knuckles in the soles of Draco's feet. After a few minutes of this Harry switched his attention to Draco's toes, massaging each toe individually by placing it between his thumb and forefinger and rubbing it. When he had finished with each toe, he gave it a slight tug.

Once he had done all ten toes he, rubbed the sides of his feet with his fingertips. Finishing with light strokes from heel to toe.

Harry picked up Draco's left foot and smiled at him. He placed a gentle kiss to his ankle, kissing a trail, working his way down to the top part of Draco's foot.

"Um Harry what are you doing?" Draco asked in a husky voice.

Harry glanced up and noted his eyes had darkened with desire.

"Worshiping your feet. Do you want me to stop?" He would if Draco wanted him to.

Silence. A few moments later Draco said, "No, it felt nice."

Harry repeated the kissing pattern he did previously. He continued kissing the ankle and top of his foot, occasionally sticking out his tongue to lick certain areas.

Harry wondered how Draco would react to him kissing or sucking his toes. Only one way to find out. He decided. Glad that Draco had just showered and that his feet were clean.

Gathering his courage he was ready, he kissed down heading to the big toe. The Big toe seemed the most logical one to start at. Harry had never sucked someone's toes before, in fact it was kind of icky. But for some reason the thought of sucking Draco's toes was arousing.

He started by kissing around the big toe. He glanced at Draco and slowly wrapped his mouth around it. While his mouth was covering it, he used his tongue to lick it all around.

Draco's foot twitched but he didn't pull it free of Harry's mouth. Harry saw that as a good sign and continued. Moving on to the other toes one at a time, then putting a few in his mouth at a time. Releasing his toes, Harry kissed the top of his foot again, moving to the sole of his foot and licking around it. Finally he gently wrapped his lips around the sides of his feet, sucking and licking.

He moved his hands and started rubbing and massaging Draco's legs, working his way up. He manoeuvred so he was knelt between Draco's legs. He massaged Draco's inner thighs and then smiled as his palm brushed over his erection.

Harry wanted to see it, to look at Draco's cock and kiss, lick and suck it like he had his toes. He reached out and undid Draco's trousers, sliding them down and sitting back to remove them for Draco.

Draco was silent, watching Harry with a dazed look and a faint smile tracing his lips. Harry massaged Draco's thighs again, palming his erection through his boxers.

Draco wiggled and tilted his head to the side. Harry moved forwards and kissed the area of neck that Draco just exposed. Draco moaned and slid his hands down Harry's back. He took hold of the hem of Harry's t-shirt and pulled it up. Harry took the hint and pulled it off, flinging it on the floor.

He smiled dreamily down at Draco, he really couldn't believe this was happening. Draco's hands glided over Harry's chest, ribs and stomach. Making him sigh softly and his arousal to build.

It was everything and more than he had ever pictured. Draco's touch was glorious, soft, warm and electrifying. Causing Harry's body to spiral into a whirlwind of pleasure and desire for more. It was probably because he had dreamed of this moment for so long, that now it was here it felt euphoric.

Harry looked down at the face of the man he had lusted after, who haunted his dreams and the man he knew he loved.

"Can I kiss you?" Harry throatily asked. He wasn't sure if Draco had split from Antony and how far Draco wanted to take this.

Harry hovered a few inches above Draco, waiting and hoping he would say yes.

Draco wound his hands around Harry's neck and tugged him down. Capturing his mouth and gently kissing him.

He tasted of the fruity sweet wine they were drinking. His lips were soft yet firm in the kiss.

The kiss was slow and gentle. They were taking things slow and easy, both their lips were moving against each other's until they reached the perfect synchrony. Draco kept his lips soft and slightly parted. They felt soft, delicate and easily accessible. Harry applied more pressure intensifying the kiss, at the same time bringing one hand to touch the side of Draco's face and hair. The other hand returned to stroking Draco's erection over his boxers.

Draco moaned softly against Harry's lips and Harry could feel his own cock getting harder.

Harry pulled back and started undoing the buttons on Draco's shirt. Once it was all the way undone, he ran his hands up, down and all over the exposed skin. He left the shirt on, but pulled open so Harry had access to his torso. Harry bent down again, kissing from Draco's jaw, neck, chest – slowly kissing, licking and touching. Working his way down, kissing his ribs, and abs.

Draco's breathing pattern had changed, Harry was pleased to note he was panting and obviously enjoying the attention.

Harry reached the area covered by Draco's boxers, he glanced up at Draco, sent him a roguish smile and then moved in. kissing Draco over the cloth coving him. Massaging his thighs and balls as he kissed the erection.

Draco was moaning quietly. Harry couldn't wait to cause him to moan louder.

Harry lifted the waistband and pulled his boxers down, both working together to remove them. Harry took the time to admire Draco. He had been fantasising about what Draco's cock would look like, feel like and taste like. He was going to find out.

Draco was trimmed, he had neat pubic hair. Figures really as Draco was a well groomed guy. He wasn't overly hairy or shaved fully- just neat. His cock had more girth then Harry expected, he assumed it would be thin and long like Draco. Instead it was thick and of average length. It was fully erect and resting against his stomach. Harry could see a long vein bulging along the shaft and he itched to run his tongue along it, from the base to the delicious looking head.

Harry curled his fingers around the shaft, the head poking out the top of Harry's loosely made fist. Harry stroked Draco with gentle pressure and at a slow tempo. Giving in to his earlier temptation, Harry removed his glasses, lowered his head and licked the bulging vein along Draco's shaft.

Swirling his tongue over the and around the head, then licking down the other side. When he reached the base he kissed around the base, to Draco's balls. Kissing and sucking them gently.

Draco squirmed and sighed happily. He was touching any part of Harry his fingers could reach, harry found it encouraging and comforting.

Harry licked and kissed continuously, until it was wet enough to slide inside his mouth without any problem. Harry stroked the base and part of the shaft that his mouth wouldn't reach. He sucked the head and swirled his tongue. Sucking hard.

Harry used his other hand to keep Draco in place, as he had started withering and bucking up into Harry's mouth. The head of his cock grazing over the roof of his mouth as he thrust upwards. Causing him to moan louder and to grip the sofa cushions.

Harry would mix it up, never doing the same thing for a long period of time. He wanted to keep Draco guessing, bringing him to the brink and then slowing down. Building up the pleasure until he was ready to explode.

He would alternate between kissing, licking and sucking the head, the shaft and his balls. All the while stroking him firmly. Occasionally he would dart his tongue into the hole at the end, before moving away and using his hands for a bit. Harry had concluded that Draco liked his balls being played with, some guys found it too much – over sensitive.

But Draco seemed to be enjoying it. Harry was concentrating on them at the moment. Lapping at them, cupping them, and then taking one gently into his mouth, sucking on it.

Draco lifted his leg slightly and dug his heel into the sofa cushions. Moaning loudly and seeking more.

Harry could see he was balancing on the cusp of his orgasm, so he took him in his mouth and sucked hard, tilting his head so Draco touched all parts of his mouth and throat. He stroked him with a firmer grip and a faster tempo.

Soon Harry felt Draco's cock pulsate, his thighs clench and he hung his head back as he moaned out.

"Fuck yes – oh…." With a cry as he came.

Harry continued sucking and stroking, causing Draco's orgasm to intensify and his body to shudder and convulse.

When Harry finished, he looked up and saw Draco watching him through droopy eyelids and a lopsided smug smile on his face. Harry could get used to seeing Draco post orgasm –he looked stunning. He moved so he was led along the side of Draco. Draco closed his legs and shuffled so he was more comfortable. Harry trailed his hand over Draco's chest as he moved in for a tender and long kiss.

Draco moved to his side so they were facing each other, both on their sides. Draco frowned slightly, only just realising Harry still had his trousers on, and only his t-shirt was gone. Draco leaned in for a kiss, effectively distracting Harry as he fiddled with his trousers. He managed to undo them and slip his hand inside.

Harry gasped against his mouth, then continued kissing him as Draco lazily stroked Harry through the opening of his boxers.

Harry cupped the side of Draco's face and they parted mouths and their tongues brushed over the other. Harry moved forwards and increased the pressure and intensity of the kiss, exploring Draco's mouth with his tongue. Draco was letting Harry's tongue dominate – he was busy concentrating on stroking Harry. After some passionate kissing and firm stroking Harry climaxed and panted against Draco's mouth.

Harry slowly opened his eyes to find a grey pair staring directly at him. Harry smiled and caressed the side of Draco's face, lightly stroking his cheekbone.

"Why did we wait so long to do that?" Draco asked, his breath wasn't as ragged as Harry's as he had recovered from his own climax.

Harry chuckled, "No idea"

"I can't believe you sucked my toes?" Draco said half shocked but half pleased too.

Harry grinned, "They were very nice feet and you liked it. Admit it."

Draco kissed him quickly, "Yes it was very sensual. It probably didn't help that I was thinking how good you were at sucking and what it would feel like to have your mouth on my cock. I guess I got my answer."

Harry ran his fingers through Draco's hair, "Was the answer satisfactory?"

"It was amazing – you have a real talent for sucking cock Potter." Draco teased.

Harry pinched Draco's nipple.

"Ow"

"Don't call me Potter then!" he warned.

"Potter, Potter, Potter" he chanted.

Harry pinched him again, but Draco smiled seductively.

"You masochist. You like receiving pain?" Harry accused, but his voice was playful.

Draco laughed and pulled Harry into a searing kiss. Harry couldn't wait to find out all the things Draco liked and what his fantasies are and his fetishes. He would try anything and everything with Draco.

-The End-