Sunlight breaches the clouds eventually
Our lips clashed, I could have sworn there were fireworks, maybe it was just me looking at the inside of my eyelids I couldn't tell and at that moment I didn't really care what I was seeing. All that mattered was the way his lips moved against mine. All that mattered was the way his hand was enclosed around my cock and how thick and hard he felt in mine, and the way he squirmed against me with every passing stroke. When we broke apart my gaze snatched on the way his hand was buried in my joggers and the way mine was hidden down his, there was something erotic about watching the way our arms flexed and moved, the way we were both trying so hard to please the other.
I matched him stroke for stroke, the same maddening pattern and speed that he had set, something about matching the way his hand was moving with my own made the world turn into an inferno, it wasn’t long till we were both panting, sweat dripping down our bodied and colliding together as it dripped to the floor, as we each worked the other one to the edge and teetering there. All at once my orgasm ripped through me, tearing noises that I didn't even know I could make out of my throat. From the look on Draco's face it was all he had needed to hear before he too came crashing after me.
We stood there, hands still thrust down each other's pants, hands covered with cum, breathing heavily, neither of us wanting to move away. Eventually sense came back into my orgasm wrecked mind, slowly I removed my hand, trying desperately not to smear semen on either of our remaining clothing. The lack of my hand down his pants had Draco’s eyes snapping open to meet mine, I was going to grab my wand and use a simple clean up spell but as those baby blues collided with mine a different thought popped into my head.
The way he was looking at me was hungry, like he was a man who had just tasted the most divine thing and couldn't get enough, his cheeks were stained crimson and his breathing had slowed but not enough to consider him calm. I held his stare, the thought of winding him up some more too tempting to resist, slowly, so slowly I raised my hand the one covered in his release and only stopped moving it when it came to rest between us, hanging in the air close enough that I could smell it. His eyes widened as he beheld me but the hunger only seemed to rally closer to the surface as I slid two fingers between my lips.
The second the salty taste of him hit my tongue a cross between a moan and a growl was released from within me, my eyes rolled back as I sucked very suggestively on the two digits. The intake of air from Draco was audible as my eyes opened again, a smile crawling across my features, I couldn’t stop myself from whispering to the wide eyed boy in front of me
“Are you enjoying the way i suck your cum off my fingers? Are you imagining the way it would feel for me to do it to your cock?” I raised an eyebrow “Such a divine snack sweetheart”
I see the way his throat constricted, trying to swallow but suddenly dry as I licked the remaining release off my fingers and bent to retrieve my wand. The movement from draco caused me to flick my eyes back around myself to glance at him, his eyes were fixed staring so intently at my backside that I almost, almost blushed. Instead I gave it a suggestive wiggle as I retrieved the wand and cast a cleansing spell on his hand, one I had barely noticed had slipped from my joggers and was curled limply at his side.
“I have a lovely arse don’t I Draco?” his ears if they could have gotten any more red would have been on fire and something in his embarrassed expression caused the first real laugh i had had in months to be ripped unwillingly from me. A true belly laugh as his face contorted into almost anger before he settled on no expression at all, staring just above me, as if trying to distract from the fact I had seen him staring at me with so much strength that if I hadn't known better I would have thought that he had Xray vision.
I leant against the wall once more, the cool stone sending a shiver down my over hot body.
“Harry?” His voice was tentative as he stood next to me, wringing his hands and looking like he desperately wanted to say something. I let my head roll back and my eyes closed as I listened to the steady thrumming of my own blood in my ears. Silence had begun stretching between us, along with a tension that was nothing like the usual one, it was filled with dread instead of the promise of something naughty. The air was thick with it and it wasn’t making me uncomfortable but it was beginning to get under my skin and make me restless once more, awakening the thing lurking under my skin.
“Spit it out Draco” I snapped
“Harry, I… I don’t want us to be enemies. I’m not sure what it is exactly I want but I find the idea of you hating me something unbearable and I’m not sure whether we could be friends or what is going on between us but I don't want you to hate me anymore” His voice was soft as he basically word vomited into the air between us, he spoke fast, quiet and almost fearful. I sighed a heavy sigh before opening my eyes and lolling my head to one side to get a better look at the pretty blonde boy standing so timidly next to me.
“I don’t hate you Malfoy.” I began but the woosh of air leaving his lungs was loud and it gave me a moment to try to find the right words I haven’t hated him for some time, I’ve disliked him for the most part since he never drops that I'm a pureblood bow to me bullshit that his parents like to spew. I’ve wanted to punch him in the jaw several times too for the way he treats Hermione and the way he’s treated other muggleborns in the past. Hell, I've fantasised about dropping rat poison into his morning coffee before now due to the way that he’s treated me but there's something about this Draco, the Draco standing before me that makes me want to call him by his given name. That makes it roll off my tongue so easily instead of Malfoy, there is something different about him this year, this year he seems more afraid, more thoughtful and a lot less malicious. Being the only air of a pureblood family that has been around for centuries is a lot of pressure, I get that we don't get to choose our families but he had made it clear that very first day that he holds the same prejudices as they do. Maybe it’s the way he was brought up, maybe he just didn't know any better but it still doesn't excuse his behaviour towards anyone outside of Slytherin and it sure as shit doesn't explain his behaviour towards me either. Maybe I should have shook his hand that first day at Hogwarts, maybe part of it is my fault, but hate? I haven't hated him since 3rd year, I haven't hated him since that day that Hermione had punched him for being a heartless arsehole and he looked at me with such pain in his eyes. Somewhere between that day and the beginning of the school year something had changed. Maybe it’s me who’s changed, maybe it's the way I see things now that changed but something definitely changed.
“I haven't hated you for a while now Draco” I sighed, his face was blank, there was something, some unknown emotion hiding behind his eyes as he stared back at me.
“I don’t hate you either” he muttered “I don’t know when things changed, I don't know when the hate I had once felt for you melted away into something else”
“Maybe we can be friends, or well… more than friends but you can't be rude to Ron or Hermione Draco. We could try…” I began, knowing that this thing I had going on inside, this thing that made my heart clench at the way he was speaking was going to be more. Standing here, in a very trashed room of requirement with Draco bleeding Malfoy was the calmest I had been in months. Maybe it was the magic, maybe it was the orgasm I couldn't have told you but something about the blonde boy with just as tragic of a background as mine was the only thing that had felt right? Yeah right I guess in months maybe longer and I couldn’t deny that I felt something more than the need for a quick release towards him. Something that had my heart pounding in my chest waiting for his response. I was offering something, I don't know what to the boy in front of me and nothing had made me feel quite so right in a long time. Maybe ever?
We stood there in silence, waiting for Draco to say something. It took what felt like forever and watching him I could almost hear the argument raging within the walls of his skull. Whether he wanted this, whether he could be nice to my two best friends and whether he would be willing to follow me into the fray even though I hadn't asked, I would never ask him too. When his gaze finally met mine once more, I held my breath. He nodded “Yes” he breathed.
Too fast for me to register we moved, neither one knowing who had really moved first and I decided that it didn't matter which one had, only that we had in fact moved. His hands wrapped around me, clutching at the strands of my hair as mine cupped his face and our lips met.
I thought the other kisses were an inferno, this was like walking into a volcano and it was the only kiss we had shared that really mattered at all. We were going to try, try to be something other than childhood enemies and quick orgasms to each other. We were going to try.