Chapter 18
Draco never would have given away the troll’s secret to manipulating the maze, and he’d been certain that he wouldn’t need to. He’d peered over the troll’s shoulder at the map enough and wandered the paths enough he thought he’d memorized it all. Still he found himself laughing when he saw the pattern he’d missed from the beginning. After leaving Draco at the center, the troll had gone back and cleared a straight path all the way back to the beginning. They were free to leave. Draco tugged King Harry after him again down the passageway. The king laughed, too, after muttering several curses.
Draco did not plan to leave so swiftly, however. There were still offshoots to explore, and he pulled the king along down one, taking them further away from the maze’s center until they couldn’t hear the music playing.
“Hang on, I thought we were going to find a bed,” the dandelion said as he tugged on Draco’s hand as a request to turn around.
They were in as good a place as any, so Draco did turn round to face the older man. Draco’s gray eyes met the king’s green, both hot with desire. Draco took one step forward and grabbed the king by the sweater. He yanked him forward and then they were kissing.
The king moaned into the kiss, quickly catching up with Draco and wrapping one hand round Draco’s waist and the other cupping his chin. The kiss was open mouthed, with tongues tangling with each other, dancing for dominance. The king shifted his legs so one could slip between Draco’s, then he rubbed their groins hard together. It was Draco’s turn to moan, giving the king an opening to bite hard on Draco’s lips. It stung, but with the pain was more grinding, a constant wave of sensation that overwhelmed Draco’s senses.
King Harry was on a mission. When Draco tilted his head backwards, gasping in pleasure, he launched himself at the neck Draco put on display. Draco tilted his neck back further to give the king access to the sensitive skin. The king showed his pleasure by tightening his hold of Draco’s waist, and changing soft kisses to teeth and suction. He started near Draco’s collar bone but eagerly traveled upwards, marking every place available to him. Draco was going to stop him before it went too far and he wouldn’t be able to hide the marks, but then the king shifted and his hand was on Draco’s member, squeezing the erection while rubbing down against it. Draco’s eyes rolled backwards and he couldn’t choke back the loud “aaaghh” noise. He didn’t even track the king’s teeth clawing over the skin where his chin meets his neck, just below the ear.
The king pulled back then, panting as he admired his work. His hand brushed over the blemishes that would be hard to hide from anyone, especially the king who would be looking. He was kissing Draco’s lips again before Draco came back to his senses.
The world was made up of overwhelming sensations for Draco, each lighting up a different piece of Draco’s body, and all pooling in his groin. He could still feel the tingling in his neck from the king’s menstrations, but couldn’t think to question it with the king’s hands now both squeezing his ass as his tongue flickered against Draco’s, relentless teasing. Draco was making so much noise he only hoped no one tried to travel through the maze because they would surely hear him.
It was too much. It was not enough. Draco was losing himself in it. He needed to do something before he snapped.
Draco grabbed at the king’s hair like he’d thought of doing all evening. He directed him to just the right angle for Draco to take control, thrusting his tongue in and tasting everywhere. He still tasted of wine and sweets. Draco leveraged his larger height and threw his weight at the older man, pushing him backwards until his back butted up against one of the hedges. Draco followed up by nipping his lips and chin, then licking a line down the king's neck before he sucked right above the sweater line. Draco rolled his hips forwards steadily, building the pressure between them.
The king had his own hand in Draco’s hair, trying to pull him back and away. “Mmmmmm, Wolf, I want a bed,” he moaned.
Draco chuckled deeply, bringing one hand down to reach under the king’s sweater and thumb at the band of his trousers. “I like it here.” Here was perfect. Here was fantasy and magic and anything they did in the maze wouldn’t matter when the sun rose in a few short hours.
The king grabbed Draco by the hips and used his own leverage to spin them over, so the king’s weight was on Draco, who now had his back up to the hedge. The king’s eyes bored into Draco, all heat. “I want more,” he said. Then with a smirk, “but I’m not opposed to working for it.”
That was all the warning Draco got before the king dropped down, suddenly on his knees. The king’s hands found the buttons of Draco’s trousers, and were opening them before the thoughts connected in Draco’s head and he realized what was happening. He barely had a chance to say, “What do you think-” before he cut his own words off with an obscene noise. The only possible thing to be said when the king wrapped his warm, sweet mouth around Draco’s prick.
It felt so good. So fucking good. Nothing had ever been so warm and so wet and so perfect, except the next thing that happened when the king hallowed out his cheeks and began to move. Draco had to bite down on his own hand to stop the noises coming out of his throat as his entire universe boiled down to King Harry bobbing up and down over Draco’s penis. The king gripped Draco’s thighs tight, holding him down so Draco didn’t thrust up to meet the sensation. The king’s strong hands held Draco in place when his legs felt like buckling. The king’s tongue twirled over the head of Draco’s cock and Draco bit himself hard enough to bleed.
This was worth hours in the maze. This was worth swollen, blistered feet. This was worth whatever shame came later when the king treated Draco like he was rotten. No pain in front of Draco mattered because right now felt so good.
It was over embarrassingly fast. A tingling started in Draco’s groin, his entire body went tense. He tried to choke out a warning but then his body seized and he came like an explosion of ecstasy ripping through him. Draco’s bare toes curled deep into the cold dirt beneath him. The king’s hands squeezed bruises into his hips and he sucked so hard on Draco that Draco’s entire world narrowed down to King Harry’s throat and the feeling of the king swallowing around him as he finished.
Draco was heaving in air when the world came back to him. His lungs were on fire and his hand ached with teeth marks. The king was still on his knees, sporting the smuggest smile as he buttoned Draco back up.
“Fuck,” Draco rasped.
The king’s chuckle was deep and sent a swoopy feeling through Draco’s core. He pushed back up to standing and leaned over Draco, grining. Draco groaned again when the king gently brushed their lips together. The king cradled one of Draco’s hands and pulled it down to touch the king’s own, swollen cock. Draco squeezed it, watching King Harry’s eyes flutter at the feeling. The king kissed him again. “Bed first,” he growled against Draco’s skin.
There was nothing to say but yes.
The king led Draco, walking with confident swagger. It didn’t matter he had grass stains on his knees or that he sported the most obvious sex hair in the world. It didn’t even matter that his erection must show, if anyone looked for it. He strutted like the world was his and he was ready to take it.
Draco floundered behind him. His body felt loose but his mind was unfocused. He blushed as they approached other people, wondering if he’d been so loud they had heard. No one could tell last time, but now Draco was debauched and practically walking about in undergarments. He dared not look up to see if anyone watched or snickered.
Thankfully, King Harry knew where they were going and they didn’t linger in the public eye. The king navigated the house like he, instead of Draco, had been the one who’d played in it as a child. He knew exactly where a room was waiting, with soft lighting and a large, freshly made bed.
Draco stared at the piece of furniture, uncertain of whether the otherworldly feeling of the ball would translate to something so concrete.
Then the king was nuzzling him again, his mouth at Draco’s throat, gently kissing over love bites. He slipped his hands under Draco’s shirt, caressing his back and easing the shirt upwards.
That was pushing too far. Draco wasn’t ready to be naked and on display.
So instead he nudged the king closer to the bed, guiding him backwards until the back of the king’s legs hit the edge of the bed and then Draco pushed him down on top of it. The king did that low, sexy chuckle again and crawled backwards, pausing only to kick off his shoes before spreading out across the sheets. It was sinful how good he looked sprawled out and for the taking.
Draco wanted to be bold or suave, perhaps commanding like he’d managed previously. He couldn’t. He could only nervously lick his parched lips and stare heatedly down at the other man.
The king smirked, spreading his legs to encourage Draco to move between them.
Draco closed his eyes briefly. He tried to center himself and remember what he wanted. Only, he knew what he wanted. He wanted to throw himself into spectacle and lose touch with reality. This was grounding him too much in the present, and he needed to find a way to step back.
Opening his eyes, Draco looked again at the man before him. Against the bed, his outfit just looked like clothes and his dandelion mask looked silly. Draco would start there.
Draco took deep, steadying breaths as he climbed up onto the bed. He crawled up to the king, stroking up his legs as he did so. He could feel the firm muscle under the clothes and knew that seeing all of that toned skin would be glorious. Magical. But first, Draco ran his hands up over the king’s hips and under his sweater. Draco pushed at the garment, shoving it up over the king’s chest until the king got the memo and started pulling it off himself. Draco watched hungrily as the man’s full chest was revealed. He’d dreamed of the king teasing him last equinox, rubbing hands over his chest to entice Draco to stay. Draco finally ran his hands over those taunt muscles and watched how his touch made King Harry shiver. The king’s responsiveness was a kink Draco hadn’t realized he could have. He dragged his nails down the king’s chest to watch King Harry’s eyes darken as his body arched up into Draco’s hands.
Yes, this was good. This was very good.
Draco sat back on his heels to reach for the king’s breeches and made quick work of tugging them downwards. The king helped by lifting his hips out of the way and kicking off the legs. His legs were as strong and firm as Draco had imagined, and they flexed under Draco’s hands as he pushed the thighs further apart.
There was the king’s cock. Long and thick and beautiful. Draco’s mouth watered looking at it.
And when Draco pushed up on the leg’s a little further, there was his hole. Draco squeezed Harry’s thighs, eager. It hadn’t been that long since he’d cum down King Harry’s throat, but this was definitely enough to prepare Draco for round two.
“Do you have supplies?” Draco asked, his voice horse. The king pulled away just far enough to open a drawer on a side table and reach in for lube and a condom. Draco’s stomach flopped uncomfortably knowing the king had planned to end up here tonight. Had it mattered if it was with Draco?
Then the supplies were in his hands and Draco was stumbling to the next step. The king tried to roll over, but Draco held him steady. Instead, Draco lifted one of the king’s legs and propped it up on his shoulder. It allowed him the right angle to access what he wanted, but also kept the king spread out in front of him. Draco wasn’t done looking at him. He wanted to see King Harry’s face when he orgasmed.
Fingering the king was as intoxicating as before. He loved watching his fingers squeeze into the tight hole, and he loved glancing up at the king’s face, watching how his features tightened with every sensation. Draco was so hard he ached by the time the king was ready for him. He tried to think through next steps and how to get everything he wanted. Everything he needed.
Fuck, Draco wished he was more experienced, like the king who was watching him with hooded eyes and a knowing smirk.
Pillows, he needed pillows. Draco released the king’s leg and scrambled over him to grab the pillows at the head of the bed. The king was laughing, running his hands over Draco’s body and complaining that Draco still hadn’t taken off any clothes.
Draco tried to ignore the words. He’d rather be back in the maze where they could just tumble together and make stupid choices, rather than in this room on a soft bed with too much light that showed you everything. He didn’t want to get naked and trade sweet kisses or pretend they were making love. He wanted to fuck like they were strangers and this is the last night they had together. Because it was. And it only meant anything if Draco could stop any of it from being real.
The king lifted his hips to let Draco tuck the pillows under him, easing the angle for both of them. Then Draco tussled with his trousers until they opened for the second time that night, springing his newly eager penis free. He put on the condom, valiantly trying to ignore that he wasn’t wearing one earlier when the king went down on him. Struggling to ignore the thought that his come was inside the king already. Uncertain where that fell on the lines of safe sex, and more uncertain why he had so much time to think about all of this.
Then he pulled the king’s hips to where he wanted them, and lifted both the king’s legs up and onto his arms, folding him over so that when Draco lined himself up he was able to thrust right in.
Yes. Yes. Yes. This was it. This was perfect. Fuck if the rest was awkward, it got him here to thrusting once more into the tightest bliss. This was as good as King Henry’s mouth on him when the king’s clever tongue swirled perfectly. Draco grunts synchronized with the king’s own, “Ah! Ah! Ah!” as Draco fucked long hard strokes into his prostate.
Thank god for every piece of manual labor Draco had volunteered for. It gave him the strength to hold the king in place and pound over and over at the exact angle that made the king’s eyes roll back in his head, leaving the king’s mouth hanging open. Draco couldn’t stop watching. Each twitch of the king’s muscles as he held himself steady for Draco’s pounding drove Draco harder.
The king flailed out for Draco, grasping for some piece of him to hold onto and landing on his forearm. His other hand reached upwards, finding steady purchase against the bed frame. Draco could watch his fingers dig into the furniture while he felt the nails scratch at his arm. He loved that. How fucking amazing. Making the king lose control was like doing magic himself.
Then the king blinked his eyes open, pulling his head up high enough he could look back at Draco watching him. Emerald fire, as bright as from anger only now it was nothing like that. The king’s stare lit fire under Draco’s skin. He took in every detail of Draco’s powerful thrusts and Draco could see him hunger for more. His green eyes captivated Draco, who was caught up in them as sure as if he’d been hypnotized.
Was this it? The reason the horse trainer thought sex with King Harry must mean something more? How could anyone look at someone with such desire and have you believe it wasn’t serious?
Draco tucked his head and closed his eyes, unable to look anymore. His body was straining from effort but he didn’t want to stop. He could do this. He could seize this moment. He could take what he wanted from the king’s body and it could stay a perfect fantasy and Draco could leave knowing none of this was real.
Then the body beneath him was moving and he felt hands cradling his neck. Draco’s rhythm slipped up, but it didn’t matter to the king, who was pulling Draco down on top of him while smothering him in kisses. Draco gasped in surprise, only to feel the king’s lips on him and the gentle massage of the king’s eager tongue.
Draco whimpered into the kisses. He shuddered at the soft caresses over his shoulders. He tried to keep fucking, but the angle was bad for it and he could hardly do more than grind himself into the king’s hole with shallow thrusts. Not enough to build towards anything, but overwhelmingly intimate. The king ran his fingers through Draco’s hair, gripping it tightly as he adjusted his legs higher up so Draco could get a better angle. Barely enough to brush the king’s prostate but when he managed it the king groaned so loud. He gripped Draco’s hair harder and insisted on deepening the kisses.
Oh god. This wasn’t… this wasn’t what Draco meant to do.
When Draco pulled back the king let him go. The king let himself be manhandled to the position Draco wanted. But now, both of the king’s hands rested on Draco’s arms, and if Draco so much as tried to look away the king would squeeze his nails in to get Draco’s attention.
King Harry was so fucking beautiful, Draco didn’t want to look away. But he felt torn apart as the king watched him come undone with every thrust.
This time he felt it building. The tingling sensation came on gradually, stimulating every nerve. He was so close. So was the king, who was panting and clinging to Draco, his simmering gaze never looking away. Draco let the rhythm slip again so he could touch him, grip his cock and stroke it. Draco couldn’t say if the strangled noise came from him or the king, only that both of them were losing it. Draco wanted to watch the king’s face, but also his penis as it slid through Draco’s gasp.
Draco was watching the king’s face when he came. He tensed up and squeezed his eyes shut, then jerked at the same time semen shot out over Draco’s hand. Like last time, the king’s release caused him to tense up around Draco, providing pressure that took him over the edge. He shouted out with his release, burying himself deeply inside the older man and all but collapsing on top of him.
It was like he blacked out. The entire world shut down and Draco couldn’t have told you how long for. Intense didn’t begin to describe what that had felt like. He felt fuzzy afterwards, light headed.
King Harry groaned when Draco pulled himself away. He wasn’t leaving. He just… he needed space. He rolled off the side of the bed and his pants sagged downwards. The awkwardness was back in force.
Draco pulled off his used condom and tossed it into a bin conveniently nearby. He looked for something to wipe himself off with, and there was a table with a bowl of water and washcloths. Had King Harry planned that, too? Maybe it had been the troll, anticipating what his guests would get up to and making sure the house was prepared. Draco tried not to think about it as he wet a cloth and cleaned himself up. Then he took it over to the king and wiped him clean as well.
The king murmured unintelligible sounds before pulling Draco back down beside him. “Next time I’m getting you naked,” he said it like a promise. He cuddled up against Draco, wrapping an arm around him.
“What?” Draco mumbled.
The king nuzzled him. “Stay the night with me, we’ll go again in the morning.”
“What?” Draco said again, still fuzzy brained and overstimulated.
He could feel the rumble of the king’s chuckle in his bones. “You’re precious,” the king said before cupping Draco’s cheek and sharing one last sweet kiss.
Draco’s face burned red. This wasn’t what he had wanted. He was still nearly dressed, but he felt naked and raw. “Um, I, I should…” Draco couldn’t find the words.
The king tucked him more snugly next to his body. “Just sleep. It’ll be okay.”
Draco didn’t sleep. His body stayed tense even as the king nodded off next to him. He waited until he was sure he wouldn’t disrupt the king’s sleep before he crawled out from under his arm and left into the night.