Chapter 2
Draco’s rough kiss was met with a soft moan, Harry’s hands finding Draco’s slender waist. It had been too long since their last rendez-vous at the dorms, stolen hours in Draco’s bed while others were at a post-game party after a Quidditch match. Draco was pressed so close to Harry that Harry could feel how hard he was. It sent him immediately into desire. Knowing how badly Draco wanted him was all it took. Pulling back ever so slightly from Harry’s lips, Draco teased, “Already hard from a kiss?”
“Like I can’t feel you through both our jeans, you desperate slag,” Harry retorted, much to Draco’s delight. It hadn’t taken Harry long to learn that degradation sent Draco into a frenzy, the sharp-tongued Slytherin a brat by nature. Grabbing Draco by the legs, he picked him up, not allowing a fight to get the blond in his bed. Draco kissed Harry’s neck with feverence, giving in to the more muscled man treating him like a doll. Today wasn’t a day for fucking like they were fighting. No, today was a day where they’d spend hours exploring each other’s bodies and lazing around long into the night.
Dropping him on the bed, Harry went to work unbuttoning his long sleeved shirt. Draco followed suit, stripping himself of his sweater and tossing it across the room as if it had caught fire in his hands. A glimmer of metal caught Harry’s eyes, and with a touch of confusion, he asked, “You pierced your nipples?”
“It’s supposed to make them more sensitive. Do you like them?” Draco asked hopefully, looking up at Harry. “Of course I do,” Harry reassured gently, leaning in to kiss Draco sweetly. “When did you get that done?”
“End of our last visit, Hermoine recommended it.”
Harry grimaced at the fact one of his best friends had heard about his sex life from his very chatty boyfriend. If he dared to ask, he’d never hear the end of it about practicing safe sex (which he didn’t) and taking care of himself and Draco afterwards (which he did, always). He was immediately distracted by Draco’s hands fumbling impatiently with his belt, the surprise drawing a sharp breath out of Harry.
“Get out of your head, and out of these ratty arse jeans, Harry,” Draco demanded, pulling down the freshly unbuttoned and unzipped waistline from Harry’s hips, tugging down Harry’s briefs to follow. Harry obediently stepped out of the clothes, stripping himself of his socks as well and tossing the pile next to Draco’s discarded sweater.
Draco’s soft hand met his tip, thumb rubbing over it gently, and Harry let out a soft groan, hardening further against the simple touch. Getting settled on the bed, sitting half-up against the mountain of pillows, he relaxed as Draco’s lips wrapped around his cock, taking him down halfway and coming back up with ease. Draco looked up from his position, on his knees, mouth occupied and saliva trickling ever so slightly down the side of his lips, and his beauty was unrivalled to Harry. Draco began to tease him, licking his shaft slowly, dragging his tongue up a specific nerve from the base, making Harry shiver in anticipation.
Wrapping his hand around the brunette’s girth, Draco let out a soft giggle, feeling the shaking of the body beneath him, loving that he was in control of his boyfriend’s pleasure at this moment. Nipping gently at the side of Harry’s length, he reveled in the sound of Harry’s soft, gasping whimper. There was nothing better than the noises Harry made when he was desperate. Taking Harry back into his mouth and dipping his head down, he slowly pushed past his gag reflex to take Harry all the way. Harry’s hand flew to Draco’s hair, grabbing on tightly and guiding Draco.
Going slower than Harry wanted, Draco took his time to come back up for air before deep throating his cock once more. Harry let out a frustrated whine, thrusting his hips up. Draco put his hands firmly on Harry’s hips, holding them down with enough pressure to make Harry yelp. “Please, Draco, please,” he begged, need and frustration in his voice. It wasn’t often that Draco got to see this side of him, so he lifted the weight off of Harry’s sides and allowed Harry to move hard and fast into his mouth. Gagging on the thickness, his eyes rolled back as he did his best to relax his throat for Harry, loving every time the back of his mouth was rammed against, the warm taste of skin and precum almost comforting. He loved sucking cock almost as much as he loved taking it.
The panting and erratic humping let Draco know Harry was close, and he pulled off, drawing a whimper from Harry. Draco swallowed the spit that threatened to pour out from his mouth, wiping his lips with the tip of his thumb gracefully. “Don’t act so upset, you know I prefer you to cum in my ass,” Draco chided teasingly. Stripping himself of his own pants, finally, he revealed he had been going commando all day. The sight of Draco’s bare ass drove Harry into a frenzy, pushing Draco face down on the bed and pushing up against him from behind, lining himself up to Draco’s entrance and roughly pushing in. They both let out needy moans, Draco arching his back and pushing his hips out as he made himself comfortable, taking Harry deeper in. The combination of pain and pleasure made him see stars.
Harry grabbed Draco’s waist hard, thrusting in as he slammed Draco back against him, another sluttily loud moan escaping the bottom. “Bite the pillow, Draco,” he demanded. The last thing either of them needed was Narcissa walking in on them again, or the knowing look when they joined her again the next morning for breakfast. Draco obediently shoved his face into the mountain of pillows, his screams of pleasure muffled just enough for Harry to continue, biting his lip to keep himself from being just as loud. His eyes rolled back as Draco rolled his hips, grinding back against Harry with every hard pound. Draco’s moans quickly became desperate whimpering, and Harry knew he was crying from how good he felt.
“Harry, please, please please please, ohmyfuckinggodHarry,” Draco’s pathetic pleading was the only warning Harry got before Draco’s hole tightened against him, drawing Harry to an orgasm to match Dracos. Half-collapsing on top of Draco, Harry was only keeping himself propped up by pure willpower and upper body strength as he slowly pulled out, his cum dripping off his cock and leaking out of Draco’s ass. Pressing a gentle kiss to Draco’s back, he laid back and gently scooped Draco into his arms, turning him so he could wipe the tears from his boyfriend’s beautiful face.
“You took that so well, love, you did so well. Good boy, Draco,” Harry soothed gently, kissing Draco deeply. The smaller male easily settled into Harry’s lap, laying his head on Harry’s chest, the sobs subsiding into hiccups. A quick look into Draco’s glazed-over eyes reassured Harry that he hadn’t been too rough, there was no fear or pain he could detect, and Draco was as shit about hiding his emotions as a main character in a book. “Do you need anything, hen?” Harry asked softly, pressing a kiss to Draco’s forehead. A quick shake of the head and playful bite to his collarbone made Harry laugh. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”
There was, thankfully, an attached bath to Draco’s bedroom with a large drop-in Jacuzzi, walk-in shower to the side, and walk-in closet. When Harry had the strength to stand and carry his boyfriend, he walked them both to the bathroom. He set Draco on the toilet lid, then ran the shower and started the Jacuzzi, looking in the cabinet under the sink for Draco’s signature scented soaps and bubble bath. Cedarwood spice for soap, vanilla bean for bubble bath, and honey for shampoo and conditioner. The spicy-sweet combination made Draco smell like a Christmas bakery, and Harry ate it up. When the shower water was warm enough, Harry handed Draco the soap, shampoo, and conditioner, and gently pushed him in, knowing Draco liked to shower before bathing and then rinse off afterwards.
“I’ll be right there to wash your hair, pet,” he said with a promise. He needed to dig out his own toiletries from behind the stock Draco kept. The blonde was always terrified his favourite brands would go out, so he had several unused bottles and rounds underneath the cabinet. There was no worry of the tub overflowing, it had a sensor to shut off the water before it got too high.
“Oh, don’t be mad, but I replaced your awful three-in-one with actual washes. You truly can’t keep doing that to your hair, Harry, I won’t let you,” Draco’s saccharine voice sang out to him.
“Draco,” Harry groaned with annoyance.
“Oh, shut it. From what I’ve heard from my mate in America, Axe is for losers. I won’t have my boyfriend smelling like a loser. Plus, I think you’ll really like the scent of it. Please, just give it a try? For me? I looked really hard and wanted you to have more things here to make it feel more like home when you come. It’s in the medicine cabinet,” Draco pleaded, looking at Harry with those eyes he couldn’t ever say no to.
“Fine. But if I don’t like the scent of it, I’m stealing your special event soap, the cranberry one, and I’m using it in my hair,” Harry threatened, side eyeing his beloved as he opened the medicine cabinet. Three small bottles waited for him patiently. He read the scents on them. Bourbon Vanilla body wash, and orange-sage shampoo with matching conditioner. Giving them a quick sniff, his eyes widened just a bit. It didn’t escape him that the body wash smelled similar to Sirius, and that the hair products were a scent that James had been known for, according to Remus, when Harry had asked about his father. They both smelled heavenly to the young man, and it took him a moment to blink back tears much to his surprise.
Draco waited for Harry to say something, anything, about the scents, standing at the door of the shower with a touch of anxiety building in his chest. Had he gone too far? Did Harry hate the choice? His breath hitched in his throat when he saw the slight shake in Harry’s shoulder as he took a deep breath, turning to face Draco.
Wordlessly, Harry threw open the shower door and kissed Draco hard and long, exciting the shorter man. Draco knew he had done good, probably had done perfect, and that his efforts hadn’t gone to waste. He had asked his mother months ago about the Potters and her cousin, mischievously gleaning information slowly but surely in order to surprise Harry with something reminiscent of the father he had and loved for a short time, and the father he had always wanted to meet without a chance to. He gave in to the ravenous kiss, gently sliding his hands around Harry’s neck and holding him by the throat gently.
Much to both their surprise, Harry let out a moan. Draco pulled back with a sly smirk, raising an eyebrow. “Now what was that, Potter?” He teased, holding back a snicker.
Harry’s cheeks were flushed red from more than the steam of the room, his eyes wide. “You just threw me off guard, that’s all,” he retorted defensively.
“Oh, I just threw you off your guard, hm?” Draco repeated mockingly, sliding his hand back up to Harry’s throat and giving it a slight squeeze. Harry’s eyes fluttered to the back of his head with another whimpery moan, much to Draco’s delight. “That seems a little more than you being caught unaware, dove,” he whispered slyly. “Seems like we’ve just unlocked something you’re into.”
“Actually, I’ve known I was into that since sixth year,” Harry admitted.
“Sixth year?” Draco gasped, an exuberant look on his face at the new gossip.
“Yeah, Sixth year,” Harry mumbled back.
“You absolutely must tell me who. I know it wasn’t Cho that did that, you broke up in fifth year. Who were you seeing after Cho left you?” Draco demanded.
The pair had been together since fourth year, but Harry’s crush on Cho had ended in them breaking up during fifth year. They had reconnected during the battle at Hogwarts, immediately falling back into a relationship and dealing with the war together. Two years later, and here they were, chatting about school as if nothing bad had ever happened to them.
“I ended up sleeping with Hermione and Ron. They were together and Ron wanted to explore if he liked men, they both knew if anything went foul it wouldn’t change our friendship, and since neither of us were into each other, they felt comfortable asking. He didn’t like being the reciever, and Hermione got to explore being a bit bossy since Ron wasn’t into that side either,” Harry’s face was bright red as he spoke. Draco had always been the bratty bottom in their relationship, and Harry had been content with this, but this was the first time Harry had even mentioned being a switch to his boyfriend.
“I could have been fucking you this entire time?” Draco let out an almost-offended gasp. “I thought you weren’t interested in it, you horrid thing.”
“I like both, I just thought you only wanted to take,” Harry explained defensively, a little huff in his voice.
“Well, maybe sometimes I want to see you take my cock.” Draco pressed himself against his boyfriend, a fire in his eyes that Harry had never seen before. He let out a yelp as Draco pulled him into the shower fully, slamming the door behind him, and bending Harry over the shower bench. Much to Harry’s delight, a hard slap fell across his ass before Draco’s soft hands grabbed at it, playing with the tender flesh. A finger teased his hole, pushing gently in.
“In the shower, Draco?” Harry asked, embarrassed. He was so ready, desperate even, but they’d never done it in the bath before. The most creative they’d gotten was fooling around on the couch before making it back to the bed when Dudley had been gone for a week visiting his parents.
“Would you rather have to dry off just to come back to the shower? We’re already in here, and there’s plenty hot water to spare.”
That shut off any other complaints Harry had to make, as did another finger gently making its way in him. With a moan, Harry arched his back, giving Draco better access so he could selfishly feel more. It had been so long since he had received, and he was all but blinded by the bliss. A third was added and Harry pushed himself back on it with a whimper. In and out, every movement drew slutty little noises out from Harry. All too soon, they were taken out. Pleasure-drunk, Harry could only whine before he felt Draco press into him, his cock pushing into his opened slit.
Three fingers hadn’t been enough, and the combination of searing pain and pleasure made Harry let out a choked yelp, his legs almost giving out. The shower rail was his saving grace and he clenched onto it tightly, holding himself up as his boyfriend slid back out, just to thrust back in hard, and it sent Harry over the edge, his soft cock spurting thick cum onto the bench below him.
“Aw, that’s pathetic, Potter. I barely put it in you and you’re already making a mess of yourself? Don’t think that’s going to make me stop,” Draco sneered from behind him. Despite his words, Draco remained still, deep in Harry, until Harry began to squirm trying to get more out of Draco. The silent communication was all that was needed for Draco to begin taking out the years of pent up frustration he had out on Harry’s ass.
It wasn’t long before a second orgasm was forced out of Harry with Draco’s hands gripping into his hips so hard that bruises were already starting to form on his skin, his ass red from how hard Draco’s hips were slamming against him. Even so, Draco didn’t even slow down, and Harry felt himself losing touch with reality, deep into the pleasure and pain. He had fully given in to the scene, lost in the sensations. Drool was pouring out of his mouth, his eyes glazed over, his head empty of anything other than how amazing he felt, how perfectly Draco was taking control and using him to his own desire.
Draco noticed the change, the full relaxation of Harry’s body, and pressed a kiss to his back, eliciting a shiver from the bottom. Not understanding what was going on and not wanting to take advantage, he decided it was time to stop. He pulled back slightly, pulling out despite his hard cock throbbing, and Harry immediately perked up, looking back at Draco with almost betrayal. He pushed back against Draco with desperation. “Want,” was all he could manage, and all Draco needed to give in. Latching one hand in Harry’s soaked black locks and the other on the divot of Harry’s waist, he fully let go to his primal urges, with hard, deep, quick thrusts that left Draco gasping and Harry biting onto his arm to muffle the moans he knew would echo through the halls.
A third time made Harry begin to shake, wrecked by how strong it was despite the previous releases, and Draco didn’t last more than a few strokes more. The water had begun running cooler a while before, and the heat that made its way inside Harry made him gasp. Pulling out slowly, Draco let out a slight hiss. Both of them were sore and worn out. Turning up the heat, they both settled on the bench, Harry leaning his head on Draco’s shoulder as they both caught their breath.
After several minutes, clarity returned to Harry enough to whine, “I left my shower stuff on the sink.” Draco laughed, getting up and sliding the glass door back, crossing the bathroom to grab the bottles and return, closing the door behind him. He opened the shampoo, pouring a good amount onto his hands and gently working it into Harry’s hair as he sat back down beside him, making sure it didn’t run down into his lovers eyes with care. Grabbing the handheld showerhead, he rinsed out the shampoo and then grabbed the conditioner, repeating the process. When it came to the body wash, Harry grabbed it out of his hands. “I can do this,” he said. “I don’t feel clean when someone else washes me.”
“Alright. Gives me a chance to wash my hair,” Draco agreed, grabbing his own products. The two of them finished their shower peacefully, Harry stepping out after rinsing the soap off. “Do you still want that bath or should I drain the tub?” He asked. “That’s up to you love, I could go either way,” Draco replied, scrubbing his legs hard with the washcloth. “Okay, I’m going to drain it then. I’m kind of hungry, do you want anything from the kitchen?” Harry continued, releasing the lock on the drain and letting the water filter out.
“Uhm, I could go for a bite. Actually, do you want to have dinner? You got here, what, round three? And we had tea then. It’s probably been a few hours since.”
“About so. It’s probably round six, I’d say. Dinner sounds nice. Would you like to go out or make something?”
The water shut off and Draco wrapped himself in a towel, stepping out of the shower. “Dunno. Mum starts making dinner at seven usually. We could pop in and see if she’s got any plans?”
“Yeah, that’d be nice. She’s a good cook, do you think I could request her to make pie, mash, and liquor tomorrow? Or mash and bangers?”
“Yeah, I’m sure you could. That sounds quite nice, actually, for tomorrow. The weather’s supposed to be a bit dreary.”
The pair made their way into the bedroom, drying off and getting dressed easily. Draco fussed with his hair, pulling the blonde locks he’d let grow to his shoulders back into a ponytail in the middle of his head. He’d never wear a low one as it was too reminiscent of his father for Draco, but his mother had all but begged him to grow it out and he had to admit he liked it better than the short slick back he had worn in school.
When they were both ready, they made their way into the kitchen, where Narcissa sat having a cup of tea. As they walked in, a knowing smile made its way to her face and her eyebrow twitched with amusement.
“Next time, I ask you to keep the volume down. I had a friend over and we had to walk by your room on the way to the lounge,” she teased, much to the boys horror.
“Oh, my god, Mum,” Draco yelled, covering his face with his hands.
It took everything in Harry to hold back a laugh as he choked out, “Sorry, Ms Malfoy.”