Chapter 14
When they had returned to England, not even the charm Pansy had cast helped with awful time change and tiredness of a nine hour time difference.
The late autumn morning sun was bright and the air was crisp as they made their way out of the portkey office, disoriented and exhausted. The streets were bustling still with people still trying to get to work, talking in mobiles and stepping around the group of four as they made their trek from the Ministry to the nearest apparition point.
“Nine hours . We've been gone only a day technically, but it feels like it's been longer,” Pansy moaned, rubbing her eyes tiredly and basically hanging on Blaise. “At least it's Monday and not Tuesday. I don't think I could face dinner or other people even for at least twenty four hours.”
Draco let out a wobbly yawn, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes and Harry looked at him with sympathy on his face. “I don't think I could cook right now anyways. Draco, you seem exhausted. Did you want a side-along home? Or you could come and kip at mine until you're not falling over,” Harry offered, sliding a hand into Draco’s and giving a gentle squeeze.
“I don't want to be a bother,” Draco said airily, using his free hand to rub his face. The morning sun had hit his eyes just right before it disappeared behind a cloud, but Harry still saw the red rimming around grey eyes that had small flecks of blue in them.
“Not a bother. I don't need my Master Sommelier splinching himself trying to get home,” Harry said as they made it to their destination.
Blaise gave Draco a quick once over and had a slight grimace on his face. “Mate, you should take the offer. You look like you haven't slept at all,” he supplied, taking Pansy’s hand in his own.
“That's because I didn't. Had a hard time adjusting last night and was able to get perhaps an hour,” Draco replied, hand squeezing Harry’s a bit tighter. “If you really don't mind, I'd appreciate a bit of sleep and I can floo home after,” he finally settled.
“Of course,” Harry said softly, giving a half asleep Pansy and Blaise a look. “Get back to your home safe, I'll take care of this one,” he said, exchanging a nod before disapparating with Draco. They landed in the foyer of Grimmauld Place, Harry with a stabilizing hand in Draco’s waist. “Come on, let's go lie down,” he breathed, leading Draco up the stairs.
“I don't think I mentioned it but I quite enjoy the renovations you've done. Last time I was here Aunt Walburga had house elf heads on the wall,” Draco mused tiredly, letting Harry lead him.
“The house wouldn't let me remove them, I put them in the attic before I left for America and sent Kreacher to work in the kitchens at Hogwarts,” Harry said as they reached the third landing, opening his bedroom door and ushering Draco in. Harry unpocketed their luggage and unshrunk it before taking off his brown jacket and sending it to the wardrobe. They moved in a tired silence of taking off their outer layers and Harry went ahead and went down to his pants while Draco pulled a pair of joggers on his long legs from Harry’s bag.
“Are you not wearing anything else?” Draco asked, playing with his fingers with a slight anxiety as he didn't seem to know what to do now.
“Why would I? I'm going to sleep. I usually sleep in my pants, anything else is too… restrictive,” Harry said, guiding Draco over to the left side of the bed and pulling back the covers.
Harry was really glad he remembered to change the sheets before he left.
“You usually wear joggers when we've shared a bed while visiting the last three counties,” Draco replied, brows furrowed a bit as he began getting situated under the sheets, his pale skin contrasting the red cotton sheets and black plush comforter.
“Actually I've been going to sleep wearing nothing because I've either shagged you or you sucked me off before bed.”
“Must you be so crass?”
“Draco, quite literally seen my cock and it's been inside of you, but if you would rather I wear joggers I can.”
“I didn't say you had to wear joggers, I found it a perfectly reasonable question.”
“Well, if you want me to, I will for your comfort,” Harry mused as he climbed into the other side and shifted onto his side, tracing patterns along Draco’s collar bones once he was buried into the covers. “You know, you're on the family tapestry in the library. I couldn't bring myself to take it down even if they blasted Sirius off of it. I took the liberty to add Tonks, Remus, and Teddy,” Harry said quietly, spelling the curtains tighter to only let in a small sliver of sunlight filter though so that they were left in mostly darkness.
“I'd like to see it later if you don't mind,” Draco said just as softly, wrapping his elegant fingers around Harry’s wrist and bringing his hand to his lips, kissing the knuckles before pulling the entire arm over him as he shifted on his side and shimmied back against Harry’s chest.
“Of course. Whenever you'd like,” Harry said, dropping his head to press a kiss against Draco’s neck. “You're stunning, y’know? Absolutely gorgeous. Maybe Ron and Blaise were on to something about misplaced sexual tension.”
“You were quite obsessed with me in sixth year.”
“You were up to something and I was right,” Harry huffed. “What's a bit fucked is that I kind of like these, you know,” he whispered as he began to trace some of the scars on Draco’s chest with the hand that was around his waist. “It's like I marked you despite his mark being there first. I might like it a little too much.” Draco let out a small whine, pressing his hips back a bit and Harry’s hand dipped into the front of Draco’s joggers. “Do you like that? Being mine?”
“Yes,” Draco breathed, arching into Harry’s touch as he began to just trace the half hard cock in his joggers. Harry tutted, using his other hand to push himself off the bed a bit to angle himself better to nip and suck at Draco’s collar bone. Draco’s hand came up to wrap around the back of Harry’s head, fingers sliding into his hair and giving a small tug that Harry groaned into. Harry finally let his fingers trace over the waistband of Draco’s pants, dipping his fingers inside to pull out the now hard prick.
“What do you want, love?” Harry asked, stroking Draco slowly, pulling back the foreskin to rub his thumb over the slit and smearing the pre-come along the head.
“I want you,” Draco whined, flipping on his back and pulling Harry's lips to meet his own, the kiss filled with absolute hunger and desperation and Draco nipped Harry’s bottom lip before letting Harry lick into his mouth, running his tongue along Draco’s.
Harry continued with the slow teasing, swallowing each small moan Draco emitted before breaking away kissing down Draco’s jaw. “Tell me exactly what you want,” Harry whispered, beginning to kiss down Draco’s neck and down to his chest, flicking his nipples with his tongue while pushing the covers away with his free hand, reveling in feeling Draco’s breath hitch slightly.
“I…I want..” Draco had sucked in a breath as Harry nipped the hard bud gently and began kissing and sucking along the silvery scars that adorned his chest. “I want you inside me, Harry,” Draco whined, bucking his hips as Harry traced the dip in his hip with his tongue.
“Do you want my fingers? My tongue? My cock? You have to be more specific, love,” Harry said against the soft alabaster skin. He bit just above the joint in Draco’s hip bone, sucking a small bruise there and removing his hand from Draco’s prick to push down his joggers and pants.
“ Fuck - I want… I want your cock, please ,” Draco said, already panting and lifting his hips so Harry could fully remove the clothes. Hardy hummed, sitting back once he had Draco’s joggers and pants off, releasing Draco’s cock to palm himself through his own pants. Draco’s skin was flushed, a small sliver of light reflecting on the platinum blond hair and allowing just enough light for Harry to see the man panting below him.
“So beautiful,” Harry breathed, shuffling out of his own pants, raising his knees off the bed before kicking them off. He ran his hands up Draco's thighs before running them back down, finding the crook in his knee and bringing his legs up. “Hold them for me, love,” he said, getting down on his stomach as Draco tilted his hips up.
“Harry, come on,” he whined, and Harry felt his stomach clench. He wordlessly cast a cleaning and lubricant charm, watching as Draco’s hole glistened a bit in the soft lighting. Harry groaned and brought one hand to Draco’s hip, the other pulling his arse apart just a bit more before darting forward and pressing his tongue flat against the furled skin. Draco let out a high pitched noise as his hips jerked, but Harry applied more pressure, keeping him pinned to the bed. The heady musk covered Harry’s senses completely as he pressed his tongue again against Draco’s hole, teasing the slick entrance before bringing his free hand up to slide one finger into the heat.
He watched the digit disappear, Draco letting out a string of breathy curses that egged Harry on as he slowly pumped the one finger.
“Fuck- please I can take another. Hurry up so you can fuck me,” Draco groaned, his arms trembling from where he was holding his knees against his chest.
“Oh, sweetheart, you're not in charge here,” Harry said amused, pulling his finger out and adding a second. Draco let out a frustrated noise and pushed his hips down which caused Harry to tighten his grip. He leaned forward, pushing in and out of the hole before leaning forward and flattening his tongue against the two fingers, licking into Draco as he began to scissor his fingers.
“Merlin, holy fuck, Harry,” Draco nearly sobbed as Harry began to pick up the pace of the thrusts, wiggling his tongue into the available space. Harry pulled his fingers out almost completely before adding a third, moving his mouth to suck just above that inviting warmth, crooking his fingers up to feel for that bundle of nerves as he rubbed against them slowly. Draco jerked almost violently, a broken sob leaving his lips as one of his legs came to rest just over Harry's shoulder, Harry feeling the muscles around his fingers tighten. Harry moved the hand from Draco’s hip to his weeping prick, holding it tightly at the base as Draco began to press back into his fingers. “Please- I'm so close. Harry, let me come,” Draco begged as Harry continued to massage the bundle of nerves that made Draco writhe in his sheets. Harry pulled off with one final lick around the rim and pulled himself up, fingers buried inside of Draco’s hole as the man in question had his arm thrown over his eyes, lips pink and bitten with a wrecked moans leaning his lips.
Harry pulled his fingers out, Draco whining at the loss before casting a lubricating charm on his cock and giving it a quick stroke. He released Draco’s prick once he was sure he wasn't about to come and lined himself up, taking his free hand and lifting his leg above his shoulder still, Draco having given up holding his other trembling leg as it was bent up. Draco removed his arm to look up at Harry as the tip pressed against him, eyes watery as tears of pleasure slipped down his cheeks. He moved his hips down and let out a pitiful whine.
“Please just fuck me already,” Draco breathed.
“Anything you want,” Harry replied before pushing in, his neglected prick almost sensitive once it entered the tight heat. “ Fuck , you feel so good around me,” he breathed, only having pushed in about half way. He shuffled forward just a bit and readjusted Draco in the process, who was breathing heavily and adjusting to the intrusion. Harry leaned forward, one arm coming up by Draco’s head as the other held him at his hip, holding it up while Draco’s leg over his shoulder nearly pushed him down so they would be chest to chest.
“More, I'm fine,” Draco breathed, looking up at Harry. Harry leaned down, pressing his lips to Draco’s as he began pushing the rest of the way in, bottoming out and letting his pelvis rest against Draco’s arse. They were both breathing heavily before Draco let out a strangled noise, pushing his hips down again. Harry took the silent message and pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back in. Harry began pumping his hips at a slow and loving pace, moving his arm by Draco’s head just a bit so he could open Draco’s mouth with his thumb.
“Come on, I want to hear you,” Harry whispered, angling his hips just a bit and thrusting back in only to hear Draco let out a low moan. “You're so beautiful for me. You're gorgeous. Fuck, you look like an angel taking me so well and begging for my cock in you,” Harry growled the last bit, snapping his hips forward a bit roughly.
“Yes, yes, for you. Harry, please faster,” Draco moaned, arching slightly with his eyes half closed. Harry moved his under Draco’s waist, pulling him up as he began to thrust harder into Draco.
“So fucking good. Feel so good around me, love,” Harry groaned, feeling Draco begin to clench around him again. “Go on, love, let go. Come for me,” he breathed, feeling his hair stick to his forehead from sweat. He began fucking into Draco with earnest when Draco reached between his legs, giving his cock a couple of quick jerks and decorating his stomach with come. Draco had tightened around him, as he came, a wrecked sob leaving his lips as Harry felt his vision nearly black out as his own orgasm came on suddenly. Draco milked Harry's cock until he let go of Draco, collapsing on top of him and taking a couple of deep breaths before slowly pulling out with a slight hiss from the sensitive cock. Draco was still trembling, face stained with tears as he began to gently play with Harry’s curls, sweaty bodies pressed together and Harry’s arms wrapping around Draco’s waist as he laid on top of him.
“Fuck, I love you,” Harry breathed against Draco’s skin. Harry felt Draco go completely still, fingers freezing in his hair. Harry looked up with wide eyes, the two men just staring at each other intensely.
“You don't mean that,” Draco whispered, eyes showing his confusion.
“I do mean that,” he whispered back, pulling himself up to settle on Draco’s stomach, waving a cleaning charm along the way. He bent down, taking in how Draco’s hair was tangled yet spread out amongst the pillow cover. How beautiful his flushed and marked skin was, his wide eyes still almost black as he came back into himself from lust. “I mean that with every fiber in my being.”
Draco shook his head, propping himself up shakily with his elbows. “You can't mean that.”
“Well I'm not fucking you for fun. You declared us in a relationship, this is the next step.”
“They'll eat us alive. You saw how that man reacted to me working at your restaurant. Imagine how it would be if they actually confirm-”
“I don't care what they think to be honest. We're already together and I love you,” Harry said, bringing a hand up to cup Draco’s cheek. He leaned down and captured his lips in a soft kiss, something more tentative and fragile than the one full of hunger they shared back in Italy. When Harry pulled away to look into those silver eyes, they were staring right back at him.
“I.. I love you too. I've loved you for a long time, Harry Potter,” Draco whispered, bringing a hand to card through the messy curls.
“Then we can do anything,” Harry said, shifting off Draco and pulling him to his chest, letting Draco's head find its way under his chin as he wrapped his arms around him. Harry stroked his hair gently, working through some of the tangles with his fingers.
“I require that you take me on a date soon,” Draco muttered sleepily, breaking the silence. Harry let out a soft chuckle and pressed a kiss to the top of Draco’s head and let his eyes fall shut.
“Whatever you want, if I can make it happen I will,” Harry said softly as sleep finally overtook them both.