What's in a memory?

Chapter Eighteen

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With less ceremony than flourish, Draco removed Harry's boxers.  Grinning all the while.

Draco rocked back onto his heels and licked his lips enticingly.

"So Deerheart, tell me, has anyone tried to blow your mind before?" The air left harry's lungs in an audible gasp as he turned crimson under his husband's wicked gaze.

"I, er," But Harry's attempts at speaking were made unintelligible by Draco's hot breath ghosting over him...

"Draco..." he breathed out raggedly as Draco firmly wrapped a hand around his thick length, holding him steady. 

Harry threw his head back and inadvertently cried out as Draco began delicately lapping and kissing his thick purplish head, tongue alternately dipping in and out of the slit and running over his sensitive frenulum.

Godric, Merlin and Salazar he was going to cum right now, like a teenager

The soft licks began sweeping the head, Harry gasped for air. 

Draco smirked.

Which really wasn't fair. He was the one on his knees for Merlin's sake. Smug know it all Bastard - cheat sheet indeed!

But then all thought was swept away, lost to the sensation of Draco's mouth. As if he'd stolen the thoughts right from him. 

Seeing this unfairly handsome man, his ex-rival, his future spouse on his knees did things to Harry he couldn't even begin to express. Draco looked up at him knowingly.

Crap, was legilimency sex a thing?  The thought briefly crossed his mind before it too succumb to Draco's magnificent tongue. He licked like a man on a mission, wetting the twitching length before him reverently, leaving no stone unturned as it were.

His free hand moved below to fondle and grope, as the hand on Harry's manhood sped up. 

Harry was a panting mess, desperately trying to keep control and his hips still. 

Then with quick practiced motions, Draco's hot mouth engulfed his entirety.

Oh fuck. 

Harry tried not to lose his balance as his knees buckled and he grabbed Draco's shoulders to stay upright. He shut his eyes and started frantically counting backward, hoping for some sort of a reprieve. Draco clearly didn't get the memo. He removed his mouth slowly, before sinking back in. Deep.

Merlin, did he have a gag reflex?

Draco seemed hungry for it. Sucking and sliding, tiny teasing flicks of the tongue before moving down again swallowing with ease. He hummed with pleasure and the vibrations were spectacular.

Harry was torn between giving in to the sweet release and never wanting the moment to end.

When he finally found the strength to open his eyes again, Draco looked reverent, like he couldn't believe that Harry was lettinghim do this as he comfortably rested on the thick rug and one of the copious throw pillows.

Harry almost felt bad for throwing the damned thing out the window earlier...

Almost. 

He sagged against the wall as Draco sped up. Impossibly seemingly taking Harry deeper with each slide.

Draco was practically making out with his manhood, by this point. Varying between licking and teasing the slit in slow, erotic, delicious motions and pumping the shaft. Long, deep strokes, tongue lapping in crazed patterns.

Harry was in awe of this man.
He was in lust with this man.
He very well may love this man.

Draco, comfortable in his rhythm, moaned as Harry's hand found its way unconsciously into his pristine platinum hair. He ran his fingers through the silky strands lovingly, before winding his fist in the ends and tugging almost hard.

Draco groaned around the length then made a ridiculous slurping noise, as he mercilessly re-applied himself more vigorously than before.

It should have been hilarious. Ridiculous. But Harry found it insanely hot.

Harry had enjoyed giving head in the past but Draco seemed to love it. 

Harry always vaguely assumed the recipient was in control, but looking down at Draco now. He knew.

Draco was in total control, it was him and him alone that set the pace, pinning Harry's hips in place to stop him from forcing himself through the back of his throat in desperation.

Harry could barely control himself. The feeling of Draco's hot, warm mouth, the pressure and tease of his insistent tongue, achingly slow slides to his hilt followed by butterfly light licks in all the right places, gentle just there breaths and teasing kisses drove Harry to a mindless, whimpering wreck; fisting Draco's hair, begging, pleading for more, for release from the blissful torture until Draco would relent in a mercurial change to fast, deep, rhythmic sucking. Harry was utterly lost, his husband it turned out was an evil genius of the cock sucking persuasion.

Gods, it had been so long since He'd had a blow job. Hell, had sex. And it had NEVER been like this. It had been pretty early on in training, back when he began. September 2000? surely.

Maybe it was New Year's Eve but he was too drunk to remember, whether he'd gotten that far with the young wizard.

Either way, it had been ages, Harry tended to like to sleep in after an...amorous evening, and he loved the bone-deep satiation and relaxation of afterglow. Lying next to his partner in the wee hours, intertwined in their heat, curled up feeling weightless and free. He loved waking up next to them, offering proper care and hospitality. But with the grueling training regimen and six AM runs with Ron, it was hardly practical.

And then there was always that hollow feeling left behind. Sure it was fun while it lasted, and took the edge off his needs, but even whilst laying in his lover's arms afterwards (if he hadn't grabbed his clothes and headed out the nearest available exit amidst muttered excuses and apologies  ...) Harry had always yearned for more. For a partner, an equal, someone he could talk to whilst he lay safely wrapped in their arms. A relationship like Hermionie and Ron had. But that just wasn't practical or realistic; he was Harry bloody Potter, Saviour of the wizarding world, no one wanted a relationship with him he had quickly realised in the wizarding world. They wanted to date the saviour, someone who in reality simply didn't exist.

So he had turned to muggles to ease the itch when he couldn't deal with it himself anymore but anonymous random muggle screws no matter how physically satisfying didn't suit Harry either, they weren't ever going to last he knew in his heart and it felt pretty awful asking them to leave afterward. Sure, they were nice enough when he got desperate, but it hardly made him feel less lonely by the end of the rendevous.

Fuck, but this, this was so good.

"Yes. Right there. Right there." Harry moaned, thrusting in time with Draco's movements, finding a beautiful rhythm together. Harry tried to be mindful of Draco but it was becoming increasingly hard to concentrate.

"Gods Draco, you feel... so. good" Harry praised, tugging at his partner's hair.

He was so close. 

Almost there. 

"Don't stop. Don't stop." he chanted. 

But then he did.

Draco held tightly onto the base with one hand, pressing firmly under the head with the other. Stopping Harry's inevitable release. Harry sobbed out his frustration.

"Draco" Harry moaned. Begged.

But rather than restart He removed the blissful warmth and stretched his jaw, "Sorry Deerheart, but I thought maybe I could show you more." 

"More?" Harry gasped, incomprehensibly. 

His dick jolted, clearly confused what the hold-up was.

Draco chuckled, wiping his mouth delicately.

"Yes, I was hoping you'd hold out until Part two" in a sultry sexy voice, lower and rough.

"Gods Yes!"Harry nodded his head wildly, all too willing. 

"Hmm, eager are we?" Draco observed archly, smiling with another knowing smile.

"I've waited eight years for this!" Harry exclaimed exasperated.

"Well, that isn't exactly true." Draco's voice was deep, deep in the gutter.

Draco stood up, and fuck if that wasn't a sight. 

He stretched, his knees clicking slightly and his shoulder popped as he rolled it. 

Harry's dick twitched again. 

"Do you do yoga?" He blurted out all thought filters gone.

Draco chuckled lowly. 

"What?"

"It... flexibility," Harry said, intelligently. 

Salazar, was he always such a quivering mess?

"Hmm," Draco said thoughtfully, before drawing close again, "Trust me, Harry, that's never been an issue."

Harry's brain short-circuited. 

Draco moved seductively against Harry, manoeuvering him away from the wall, all the while kissing him passionately. Harry was utterly lost as Malfoy placed both hands on his sensitive chest running his fingers over his nipples eliciting a gasp from him before he unexpectedly felt his husband shove him hard so he fell backward, crying out in surprise, as he landed cradled by memory foam on the huge bed. 

Immediately Draco pounced on him again. 

Gods, this was glorious. 

Draco's talented tongue invaded and plundered and Harry lost himself in the kiss. 

Nipping of lips, clashing of tongues, desperate breaths. 

When Draco pulled away, Harry leveraged his weight over so he was on top. Harry mouthed at Draco's stubbled jaw, then pulled on his earlobe and sucked and bit.

Draco keened and released a gorgeous whimper. 

Encouraged Harry moved downwards, and began sucking at his husband's throat. 

His scent was so potent there, and he smelt so good, Harry tucked his nose against the smooth skin he found there, this was a clearly sensitive spot for Draco because he moaned and bucked again. Deliberately rubbing his hardness against Harry's. 

 Harry panted and moaned into Draco's neck, rutting and swirling his tongue over every inch of Draco's supple skin he could. 

He arched again, frantically bucking his hips up to meet Harry's. 

"Thought..." Draco panted, "you...didn't remember my weaknesses" then moaned so loud that Harry was grateful for the foresight of silencing charms. 

"I...Don't," Harry whispered honestly, releasing Draco's neck from the ruthless onslaught. "Just doing what feels..."

"Good?" Draco breathed. 

"Right," Harry replied. Emerald eyes meeting smoked grey desire. 

Harry's hands wandered lower to Draco's chest, experimentally running fingers over Draco's pert nipples. 

Draco said something, that might have been "Salazar" but Harry could feel the vibrations more than the words. 

He felt dizzy with lust. Drunk on the teasing touches. The feel of Draco beneath him. Harry dragged his lips and hands over the man pinned beneath him, discovering all of his husband's sensitive spots, and sucking bruises on the pale skin. 

"I want..." Harry breathed.

"What? What is it? What do you want?" Draco's eyes shone with curiosity.

"Can we...?" He trailed off. Suddenly excruciatingly embarrassed, flushing brick red he ducked his head against Draco's chest to effectively avoid meeting his husband's gaze. 

"Harry. Deerheart." Draco said softly, trying to encourage his husband out of his current position "The answer is Yes. Always Yes. Whatever it is. Just tell me ..." 

Harry wasn't sure he could vocalise it.

If he could actually say the words aloud.

"I...will you... er," Harry decided to restart kissing and fondling his husband to avoid the entire issue, Draco however didn't seem so easily distracted.

"What do you want Harry? Ask me and it's yours."

"I... I can't...I can't..." and just like that all motion from Draco ceased. 

"No. Wait" Harry was desperate to regain their blissful unconscious rhythm, the magical, effortless intimate dance that had been everything he had ever dreamt of but now he'd ruined by opening his stupid mouth "Please" he begged. 

Then he was meeting Draco's now crystal-clear silver eyes, as he forced him to and he found himself squirming, actually squirming before him.

Hoping he'd get it. That he'd do that creepy telepathic shit that allowed Draco to read Harry like no other. 

Draco gripped hold of him tightly. 

Thank God. 

But he simply flipped Harry over, bracing him against the mattress, and immobilised Harry's hands in a fierce grip. 

"No." He growled, wrenching away from Harry's attempts to touch him.

Harry whimpered beneath him, almost sobbing as he fought to try and make contact with Draco and failed.

"Harry. Stop." 

The tone stopped Harry dead in his tracks. Draco sounded pained. 

"But-" 

"You said, stop."

"No, I didn't!" Harry argued hotly.

"You said, You can't do this." Draco pointed out a world of barely contained hurt masked in the words just as there had been in those early days in the hospital.

"No. No. No." Harry whimpered, thrashing against his grip. Desperate to make Draco understand. 

"Do you want to carry on?" Draco leaned his forehead down pressing against Harry's. He sucked in Draco's comforting smell, recentering himself.

"Yes."

"Do you want to fuck me?" Draco inquired.

"No."  It was out before Harry could censor the response.

Oh, Godric. Oh crap. He fucked this up. This was it. Draco would leave now.

Harsh breath was the only sound.

"Oh-okay then" But Draco got a haunted look in his eyes before he shut down, releasing him. 

He began to pull away when Harry reached forward with free arms. 

"I want..." Harry dragged in a breath. Gathering all his Gryffindor bravery he blurted out "I want you..."

"But you just said-" Draco interrupted.

"-...to fuck me" Harry muttered in a rush, his blush back in full bloom, shutting his eyes tight. 

He couldn't bare to look into Draco's fathomless eyes and see...

Disgust?

Fuck, he'd really done it now. He'd ruined this.

There was a long pause. And when Harry couldn't take it anymore, he cracked an eyelid to peer into the room. Preparing himself to find it empty.

But it wasn't empty, Draco wasn't looking disgusted or repulsed...

He was looking fond. 

"Oh."  Draco intoned softly

"Do we? do we not..?" Harry tried to find the words again. But they were lost.

"No. No, we do..." Draco assured him immediately, smiling "I'd just forgotten how awkward and embarrassed you used to get asking for anything in the bedroom - such  a gorgeous prude."  

"I'm not a Prude!" Harry objected faintly "it's just no one, no one has ever..." 

"Hush, I know," Draco said in that way of his. 

"But I want it. With you. I... I trust you." 

"Deerheart," Draco instantly wrapped him in his arms. "I love you so much."  

The mood had altered. It was no longer staccato breaths and rampant movements. This was tender; loving.  Draco caged Harry in again, close, and began to trail soft kisses all over him.  Under Draco's sure ministrations and delicate teasing, fires rekindled.

"Draco please." Harry hissed as his teasing hand lowered. 

"Trust me," Draco whispered another kiss planted firmly on his lips, swallowing Harry's inarticulate gasp as he began circling Harry's tight hole with his fingers.

Harry began incapable of saying anything beyond: "Yes", "Please", and "Draco".

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Harry felt himself levitate briefly as Draco moved him onto a pillow, winking at him, whilst gently humming "I just love pillows" at Harry's look. Then his husband's wand was somewhere distinctly different, as with a muttered incantation, Draco instantly slicked Harry's hole.

Man, do I love magic.

It was Harry's last coherent thought, as Draco drove him slowly and inexorably out of his mind with tongue, teeth and touch.

He tensed sharply as he felt the firm head of Draco's cock pushing against his tightness, begging entry "shh, relax" Draco soothed    

"Sorry," Harry stuttered, blushing furiously again. 

"I love your blush," Draco replied, gently trailing fingers across Harry's cheek and down to his chest and sensitive nipples. 

"You're so responsive to me. I love it." 

Harry blushed even redder. His eyes fluttered shut.

Draco rubbed his cock around Harry's rim. Teasing both of them.

"Everyone's Saviour. But You Harry, You are all mine. Aren't you?"

Harry nodded.

"Say it." Draco demanded

"I'm Yours." 

Draco thrust forward surely and swiftly seating himself to the hilt in his husband as they both groaned. 

Harry saw stars as his cock brushed against Draco's torso, at the same time as Draco hit his prostate.  Draco paused, absolutely still, holding himself up, allowing Harry to adjust to the new overwhelming sensation. 

"Okay?" 

Harry nodded uncertain he could speak right now.

"Do you want me to stop?"

Harry animatedly shook his head.

Draco chuckled, which had wonderful repercussions. Harry moaned. 

He felt so good. 

He felt so full. 

So damned good.

Draco deliberately circled his hips slowly.

"If you ever do want me to stop..." Draco continued levelly.

"I say stop." Harry interrupted, smart-arsedly.

Draco shook his head smiling down at him, "No. Our safe word is Snitch." 

"What?"

"You heard me." Draco raised an eyebrow. As if he wasn't balls deep inside him.

"Snitch?" Harry huffed, incredulously.

Draco rolled his hips, pulled almost completely out, and plunged back in again ... that silenced any argument Harry had had.

"Still want this?" Harry was confused why Draco checked in so much. None of his sexual partners had ever been so vocal. 

It was... different.

Harry nodded. 

Draco pinched his nipple. "Out loud." 

Harry squirmed before Draco lowered his mouth to soothe the sting.

It was easy for Harry to say: "Yes I want this." 

It was barely a whisper but somehow Draco heard.

"Good, so do I."

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They moved confidently, stopping occasionally to replenish lube, and change angles and positions. Harry got used to Draco's low murmuring, in between frantic kisses and half-hearted hickeys. 

Harry wanted to object to the marring of his neck before he remembered glamours were a thing. Besides, his husband was a healer.

He's bound to know some spell to keep from walking around tomorrow like a goddamned dalmatian. 

Draco knew how to bring Harry pleasure which was evident with each thrust.  

Harry was a mess in no time; panting for breath, kissing any available skin above him, and thrusting up into Draco's quick ruthless hips.

After what felt like the one hundredth love bite secured, Draco leaned back to survey his work. He smiled brightly at whatever he found. 

And Harry melted into the mattress at the sight.

Draco braced himself on one bent arm, before reaching down and engulfing Harry's length in his other wonderful, wonderful hand.

"Oh Godric, Yes!"

Harry renewed his vigor, thrusting up into his lover's hand, as Draco's unforgiving aim targeted that sweet spot inside. 

The coil tightened and tightened in his core, as he matched Draco's impressive pace.

He was so close. So close.

Draco seemed so too, he was biting his lip in concentration. His eyes half-lidded in pleasure looking down at Harry.

"Cum for me, Harry," He whispered.

Harry let go with Draco's name falling from his lips. Clinging tightly through the aftershocks, as he had the most incredible orgasm of his living memory. 

After a few more (significantly tighter) hard thrusts, Draco came undone, spilling hotly into Harry with a loud moan.

Harry marveled at his beauty in that moment. His heart was tight and full, it warmed and settled inside his chest. 

And well, if he didn't know any better he'd say it almost felt like love.

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Draco flopped forward onto Harry's chest in exhaustion. 

And who can blame the guy? He'd just fucked Harry within an inch of his mortal life. 

And this was coming from the boy who lived... twice!

Harry was still feeling high, gulping down breaths to steady his still fast-beating heart. He felt giddy and whole. 

Harry wanted to say something but felt like everything inside was too intangible, too weighty, too inexplicable to word. 

So, instead, he wrapped his arms around his sated partner and rubbed at his shoulders. Finding no tension there, he slid lower, massaging Draco's toned muscles, and tracing his spine.

Gorgeous.

Draco hummed, as if in agreement. 

I can't believe I get to have this. He thought

It feels too good. So right. So wonderfully amazing, that Harry could hardly believe his luck.

Harry glanced down to see that Malfoy had already checked out. 

"I think I'm falling in love with you." He whispered to the unconscious man. Before snuggling close and drifting off too.

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