Harry watched from the comfort of his bed as Draco finished brushing his teeth, standing shirtless, the muscles in his back flexing with his movements.
Harry took the time to appreciate the other man and how the years had changed him. Harry could remember how sick Draco had looked during their sixth year and how run down the man had become leading up to his trial. That day in his office a few weeks ago had really only been a glimpse of how much healthier Draco was now.
While still small in frame, Draco had filled out and regained his muscle back. Harry could see the contour in his shoulders and upper back as he moved.
Harry wondered if Draco ever got color in the summer months or if he was always this pale. Draco's skin was smooth all over, and any hair what did appear was just as blonde as the ones on his head.
He noticed a few large thick silvery scars that crossed over Draco's back. Harrys stomach turned at the the thoughts that came rushing through his mind on just how he may have received them. Guilt swam in the back of his mind knowing that several of the silver scars on his chest and stomach had come from himself. They hadn't talked about it or them, and Harry just couldn't bring himself to.
Draco turned around and paused mid step seeing Harrys heavy stare. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Harrys eyes softened instantly, "I was admiring the view. I'm wondering how I missed the fact that you are are so stunning. All those wasted years where we could have been sneaking into alcoves, making out and I could have been telling you how amazing you looked."
Draco couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle, "God Potter, I always knew you were secretly an overly emotional Hufflepuff." He turned off the bathroom light and made his way over to the bed. Harry lifted the comforter and let the blonde slide in beside him.
"Don't even pretend like you don't like the complements. I distinctly remember you telling me in my office how much you like your ego stroked." Harry reached for the man and pulled him close so that they were practically chest to chest. "Among the other things you like stroked." Harry wrapped his arm over him, his hand running up his neck, fingers tangling into the blonde locks. He used his grip to guide the man's mouth to his own using his tongue to tease Draco's open. When Draco was rock hard against his thigh and a moaning mess, Harry pulled back nipping at his swollen bottom lip playfully.
Draco let his fingers butterfly kiss all the way down Harrys side, fingering the waist band of his pants. He hooked two slender fingers inside and went to pull them down before Harry grabbed his hand and stopped him. "Harry?" Draco whined confused. "I want to touch you.
"After… I promise. I want to try something else tonight. I want… I want to taste you Draco." Harry pushed at Draco lightly so he laid on his back and he could shift over top of him. "I watched a few…. Videos and I think I can figure it out. I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel." He ran his hand over the pale chest, mesmerized with the rise and fall from Draco's heavy breathing.
"Merlin's beard… okay. Yeah… I want that. I want you to show me what you learned." Draco hissed pleasantly as he felt Harry pinch one of his pink nipples, brining it to full attention easily. He let his eyes slide close as he felt Harry roam his calloused fingers across his chest, tracing the scars until he reached his other nipple. Draco would never admit it out loud, but he felt self conscious when it came to his chest. Most had told him the scars made him look dangerous and sexy, but to him they made him feel flawed and certainly less than perfect. One of the worst cuts had sliced down just below his shoulder, almost through his left nipple and disappeared down into his belly button. It left his left nipple looking a bit different than his right and he was always thankful for those that didn't ask.
Currently Harry was tracing that exact scar, causing goose flesh to rise in his wake. He followed to his belly button and then back before pinching his nipple to make it stand at attention like the other. "So beautiful." Harry murmured his body now shifting away from Draco's.
Dracos eyes opened to see what Harry was doing and found the man's intense gaze roaming his body. "I'm so lucky." He smirked before reaching for Draco's pants and pulling them down his lean legs in one easy move.
Harry watched as Draco's erection bounced lightly as it smacked against his lower belly once freed. He moved himself between his boyfriends legs spreading them and settling down getting comfortable. He was slightly nervous, but Draco's gaze made his Gryffindor courage surge. He let his hands run up Draco's thighs loving the way the man squirmed under his touch.
"Harry… please." Draco thrusted his hips up. "Touch me. Please don't tease me." He let his head fall back onto the pillows eyes closing as soon as he felt Harrys large hand wrap around this throbbing member.
Harry loved the weight of Draco's member in his hand. He wrapped his fingers around the warm length stroking slowly at first, letting his fist drag his skin just over the head letting the precum ease his motions. He used his other hand to hold down the blondes hips to keep him from thrusting. Draco let out a moan of frustration desperately needing more friction.
"Fuck please Harry. Please I need more." Draco panted heavily his fingers tangling in the sheets, trying to thrust up into Harrys hand.
"Tsk tsk. I always knew you were spoiled Malfoy. I'm going to take my time with you." Harry stroked slowly watching as Draco's tip grew purple and more swollen. He used his other hand to stroke his milky thighs once Draco's hips stopped moving to try and get more than Harry was willing to give. "I love seeing you like this. You usually ooze dominance and control, yet here you are falling apart in my hands. If only the world knew the real Draco Malfoy. Writhing in my bed like a wanton whore who needs release. So fucking beautiful." Harry descended placing kisses above his belly button moving down to the dip in his hip, his tongue tracing the perfect v cut.
Harry could easily get drunk on how delicious the man's skin smelled. The sweet smell of vanilla always lingered on and around him with alternating amber or sandalwood accents. He couldn't get enough of it.
Harry let his tongue drag down further, avoiding contact with Draco's erection soft moans of pleas falling off his lovers pink lips. Harry recalled some images to the front of his mind from some of the pornos he had watched the other day. He was determined to get this right. His nose bumped Draco's length as he let his tongue dart out across his balls. The sounds that Draco was making encouraged him to continue. Experimentally he took the left one into his mouth gently and lavished it with attention before shifting his attention to the right, his hand stroking at a leisurely pace.
Harry sat up again looking down at the god like man in his bed. His Blonde hair disheveled and loose around his face, a deep pink blush across his face and down his chest, the sheets balled up around him from pulling and trying to keep control and his pupils blown wide from want. Keeping his eyes on Draco's Harry licked the bead of precum that glistened at his swollen tip. He used soft kitten like licks only okay the crown, teasing him until Draco was nearly beside himself.
"Harry… Harry please. I need you! Please! You're right. I am a wanton whore. I'm all yours. I need you. I need to come please." Draco's body shook with want and need, nearly frantic to find his release.
Harry, pleased at Draco's distraught state, finally opened his mouth sucking the tip inside an inch or so. His eyes shut as he concentrated on keeping his mouth wide enough and his teeth carefully away from the sensitive member. Once he was use to the distinct salty and fragrant taste that was all Draco, he bobbed his head up and down, cheeks hollowed taking a bit more of him into his mouth with each pass. Eventually Harrys nose reached the neatly trimmed blonde bed of curls and he swallowed around Draco's erection in his throat.
Draco reached down tangling his hands in Harrys dark locks, moaning praises the entire time his boyfriend worked. He felt the familiar build of pressure and pleasure coiling in his belly. "Harry, I'm so close. I'm going to come." He warned the man unsure not he planned to finish him like that.
Unbothered by that information, Harry continued until he felt the man's balls draw up tight, the fingers gripping his hair pulling hard. Draco moaned out his name his release hitting him so hard he nearly blacked out.
It took what felt like hours to recover, Draco's breathing returning back to normal. Harry had swallowed every last drop of his release, and let off with a loud wet pop. He tested his cheek against Draco's thigh, panting lightly. "Was it good?" Harry asked softly looking up at him.
"Good? Potter… get up here so I can show you just how good it was." Draco reached down grabbing the man by his bicep hauling him up his body. "We have all night and I have plans for you."
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"Harry? Are you awake?"
Harry let out a groan, realizing that he wasn't dreaming. Someone was calling his name from downstairs. If he didn't answer soon they would most likely head upstairs to find him and wake him up.
It took some careful maneuvering to untangle himself from the smaller man in his bed. The lump under the blankets moaned and complained as the warm body disappeared.
"Where are you going? It's early." Draco pulled the blankets off his head watching the shadow of his boyfriend in the dark putting clothes on.
"I won't be long, Charlie is here dropping off a few things for a case for me. I guess he decided to personally drop them off instead of owling them. I'll be right back. Stay right there… naked. I want to wake you up properly." Harry pulled a quidditch jersey over his head and opened the bedroom door. He shut it quietly and moved down the hallway.
"I thought you would have floo called me before popping over." Harry came down the stairs and could see Charlie standing in his living room. Harry and Draco hadn't cleaned up from last night. Their dinner plates were on the coffee table along with their wine glasses and the empty bottle they had finished together. The blanket lay on the floor and the couch pillows in a pile.
"I tried, I have a slammed schedule today and I had to come early unless you wanted me to come after and I didn't want to wake Teddy up that late. I expected you to be up early since I know Teddy never lets you sleep in on the weekends." Charlie turned and looked at Harry as he came into the living room clearly having just rolled out of bed.
"Teddy is at Andy's anctually until this afternoon. I got to sleep in actually. Well, sort of." Harry shrugged laughing a little, ruffling his own hair to try and get it to lay a bit flatter. "Thank you for bringing the books. I looked everywhere for them and we need them to help with a case. Thank your coworker for allowing me to borrow them from his private library." Harry took the stack of shrunk books from Charlie. "I'm surprised you brought them yourself. I thought maybe you would just owl them."
"Are you disappointed to see me?" Charlie asked as Harry set the books on the table cleaning up the plates.
"No. Of course not. You know you are always welcome Charlie. You are my family." He looked up at the red head who was staring at him intently. A odd look filing onto his face.
"Interesting choice in shirt… curious… how did you come to own that?" Charlie pointed with a frown.
"My old quidditch jersey? I have a few of them. I have a hard time letting go of things sometimes." Harry stacked the plates and glasses together and waved his hand for them to be sent to the sink. "Ron kept his too. I've seen him work out in them a few times. I really didn't think it was weird to keep them."
"Right, well that makes sense. Except… that is a number seven jersey… a Slytherin one. Draco Malfoy's quidditch jersey to be exact. His name is across the back. Are you telling me that you have had his all these years as what? A secret fetish? Or is he what had you in bed still this morning?" Charlie asked arms crossing his chest. "Did you turn me and your wiz-net boyfriend down to sleep around with a death eater? No wonder you've been so secretive. You are fucking the man responsible for so much chaos and death in the war. Are you out of your mind Harry? Poor Teddy…"
"Don't you fucking dare lecture me about Teddy or his well being! I take care of him like he is my own son! He is my son! Whether I am as you so eloquently put it, fucking Draco Malfoy is none of your business. He's not a death eater. The war has been over for two years Charlie. He stood trial, he took his punishment. He is a great man and if I choose to spend my time with him that's my business." Harry growled fists balling beside him.
"Right! He's such a great man that you told your best friends how happy he makes you right? Oh wait… you won't even tell them you are gay! This is rich! You would pick someone like him over me!"
"I didn't choose him over you! You were never part of my choice! I'm sorry that I don't feel the same about you as you do me! It isn't fair to lead you on and tell you that I could or would Charlie. You are my family. I thought you understood that. I thought you would support me!" Harry was yelling at this point. He was so furious.
"Harry? Is everything okay?" Draco came down the stairs wand drawn dressed in jeans and one of Harrys t shirts. "I heard yelling and… oh." Draco paused on the last few steps seeing Charlie red faced and Harry looking murderous. He could feel the magic crackling in the air.
"Isn't that sweet. The death eater cares about somebody other than himself? You don't think he's using you Harry? You and Teddy are both going to end broken hearted. Malfoy's only ever care about themselves and their reputations."
"Get out of my house… get out Charlie. And don't come back. If you as so much… breathe a word of this and hurt Teddy… I will end you!" Harry snarled the pictures on the walls rattling.
"I would never hurt Teddy and the fact you think I would… Fuck you Harry. Enjoy playing house with a snake." Draco had come closer and moved next to Harry defensively. Charlie moved to the floo grabbing a handful of powder and was gone in seconds.
"Harry…" Draco lowered his wand turning to look at him.
"I'm… I'm fine." Harry took a few deep breaths. "I'm sorry you had to…to see that. Let's go make a cup of coffee so I can calm down. This isn't how I expected to start our morning." Harry ran his fingers through his hair. This was not how he wanted anyone finding out about his preferences or about Draco.
"Well when we agreed to start dating I knew that it would be an adventure. I mean, you are Harry Potter after all." Draco gave him a smile and offered him his hand. "Come on, let's try and fix this morning." When Harry grasped it Draco led him to the kitchen encouraging him to sit down. "I'll make us some breakfast and then we can talk about everything."
That sounded like a good idea. Harry had to find a way to tell his friends about his choices and Draco before it blew up in his face.