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Dangerously Comfortable
Chapter Number/Total: 10/20
Chapter Title: Dangerously Comfortable
Words: 3617 Words
The sun had risen and Draco knew he shouldn't stay in bed. He had work to do. Breaking his routine now was even more dangerous. His fingers were entwined in the other man's hair. He tugged gently. "Potter," he said, "we need to get up."
Harry made a soft noise of protest, but woke up anyway, sighing softly as he sat up in the bed and looked at Malfoy with sleepy eyes.
Draco allowed himself a moment, reaching to stroke hair off the man's face. "Work to do," he said softly.
Harry nodded, leaning into the touch briefly. "I'll help again."
"Yes," Draco said, "I guess we work together. So, new rules. You don't have to crawl unless there is another person around or I say so at the time. You still shouldn’t tell me what to do, though."
"I get it," Harry said.
Draco sighed. He got out of bed and began getting dressed.
Harry watched him quietly, not wanting to push his limits and ask if he would get clothes. He was actually okay with this now. He was getting used to it. As long as he didn’t have to be around the other Death Eaters or Voldemort.
Dressed, Draco nodded at Harry and headed for his study.
Harry followed, enjoying not having to be on his hands and knees. Not only did crawling hurt, but now that he was standing he could look around and see so many more things. He looked at portraits and suits of armour and other decorations. It was like Hogwarts, only fancier.
Draco sat down in his chair and began to open his mail.
Harry hesitated before he sat down next to him, watching. This was always the boring part of the day.
Draco was even more aware of the other man sitting on the floor beside him than he had been on previous days. Oddly enough, this new "comfort" between them left the blond more on edge. Draco tried to focus on the correspondence and logs but found himself glancing at Potter frequently.
Harry found himself staring at Draco, raising an eyebrow and smiling a bit whenever he would look at him.
Draco read through the latest reports and sighed. He wondered if Potter knew just how bad things had gone for his side. The Ministry of Magic was now under Voldemort's complete control and everyone opposed to the Dark Lord was now either captured, dead or in hiding. Mudbloods and their relatives had been rounded up and placed in work camps. If it weren't part of his job, Draco wouldn't even read the news or reports.
Harry thought about asking if he could read something, but then he remembered he really didn't want to know what was happening. It would hurt even more to know that he wasn't able to do anything to help.
Draco worked through his notes as quickly as possible. He was usually extremely meticulous and thorough, but he had no interest in his work today. He finally organised his desk and locked away the journals, before picking up the potions log. "You hungry?" he asked the man at his feet.
"Not really," Harry answered. He was still full from breakfast.
"Potions work then," Draco said, standing up and pausing while the other man got to his feet.
"Why don't you eat?" Harry asked.
"I'm not hungry yet," Draco said, walking from the study to the Lab.
Harry nodded and followed, wondering what he would be doing today.
Draco placed his potions log on a stand that held the book open and protected it from spills. Then he began directing Potter as to which ingredients to pull from the shelves.
Harry did what he was told, working quickly and efficiently.
They worked alongside each other for hours, Draco giving instructions while Potter assisted him. Potter didn't do badly when given clear instructions. The blond found it went faster than he would have thought, and actually enjoyed having someone to help.
As Draco bottled the last of the potions, Harry grinned. "That was good. How long has it been?"
Draco looked up at the clock in the room. "We worked through lunch, but it is only three in the afternoon," he answered, placing the carefully boxed potions on the shelf with finished work and glancing back to make sure that Potter had put away the last of the ingredients. Draco then cast his strongest Cleaning Charms on the work surfaces of the Lab.
"Now I'm hungry," Harry murmured, stretching a bit.
Draco nodded and headed for the dining room.
Harry followed, feeling a bit tired. He sat down as soon as Draco did, waiting for the food.
The food appeared when Draco pulled his chair up to the table. He stared at it for a minute. Then snapped his fingers. A house-elf appeared. "Bring me an empty plate and another set of cutlery," he said, and the elf disappeared and reappeared with the items. "From now on, I would like my food divided onto two plates for each meal," he told the surprised house-elf. Then Draco picked up a knife and scraped half the food from his plate onto the second one before handing it to Potter.
"Thank you," Harry murmured, beginning to eat before Draco started.
Draco ate his food in silence, eating nearly his entire half. He was thinking again. Something that always seemed to get him in trouble when it concerned Potter. It was only afternoon and they had already finished the work for the day. Would he need to readjust his schedule to include Potter's assistance? Or would that make him weak when Potter was taken away? His chest hurt when he thought of that. What the hell was happening to him? He knew they were going to kill Potter eventually. Taking the man as his slave was only delaying the inevitable.
"Finished," Harry said quietly, putting the plate down on the table next to his. This was comfortable for him. Harry did wonder if it would stay like this, though.
Draco stood up, dropping his napkin on the plate and looking down at the other man. He was staring at him while trying to figure out what to do with the rest of the day. Before, he would have just taken what he wanted. Did he still do that? He was still the master and Harry was still the slave.
Harry didn't get up and looked up at Draco, wondering what he was thinking. "We finished everything a lot sooner," Harry commented.
"Yes," Draco said, still considering his options. Then he turned and headed for his sitting room. He found he had gotten aroused just thinking about Potter again.
Harry stood up and walked after Draco, really trying to figure out what they would do. Draco had the same routine everyday, but now that things went by faster, it would change.
Once in the room, Draco sat down in his chair and stared into the fireplace.
Harry sat on the floor next to the other man, staring into the fire as well. "This is why you need more things to do ...."
Draco arched an eyebrow. "I know what I want to do," he said slowly.
"And what's that?" Harry asked curiously.
Draco reached up and began unbuttoning his robes, starting at his neck and working his way down.
Harry watched, slowly understanding what Draco wanted. A small blush reddened his cheeks.
Draco watched the other man as he slowly revealed his pale chest, pulling the fabric back as he unbuttoned his robes.
Harry was surprised to feel a spark of arousal from just watching and he blushed harder, glancing down before looking back up again.
Draco found it surprisingly exciting to find Potter blushing. He swallowed thickly and continued unbuttoning the robe further down and revealing his erection. His cock stood up from the white blond hair at its base. Draco pulled the fabric aside so that he was entirely exposed.
Just seeing Draco's erection made all the blood rush downwards, causing Harry to harden where he was sitting. "Uhm ... well, what did you want?" Harry asked, forcing himself to look up.
"You," Draco answered, looking into his eyes.
"How?" Harry asked, biting his lip gently.
"I want to see you touch me without being ordered to," the blond said, voice low. Draco spread his legs apart, making room for Harry between his knees.
Harry moved close after a moment of hesitation, reaching up to lay a hand on Draco's lower stomach. "Really?"
"Yes," Draco whispered. "Do you want to touch me?"
"Yes," Harry answered softly, looking up. He slowly wrapped a hand around Draco's cock and held him gently, biting his lip at the feeling. Harry never held anyone but himself like this before.
Draco's heart and breathing sped up and he gripped the arms of the chairs with both hands.
Harry watched Draco's face as he began to stroke him. Now that Harry was given the choice of doing what he wanted, he didn't know what he wanted to do.
Draco gasped and watched, the tentative touches exciting.
After a while, Harry stood up and pressed his lips against Draco, his hand still moving slowly.
Draco tilted his head, making it easier for the other man to kiss him.
Harry pulled back and kissed down Draco's jaw, gently nipping at the soft skin. He stopped at the blonde's pulse point and licked it, sighing softly.
Draco tipped his head back, exposing his neck and sighing at the feel of the other man's mouth on his skin.
Harry moved back up and kissed him softly again before kneeling back down. Harry held Draco’s cock with both hands as he leaned down and kissed around the head.
Draco made little panting noises as Harry's mouth touched his erection.
Harry let his tongue begin to trail around as well, the entire time watching Draco's face.
Draco watched through half-lidded eyes, his breathing ragged and his fingers pressing hard into the padded leather arms of the chair.
Harry had enough of the teasing and sucked Draco inside his mouth, his tongue swirling around. Even though Harry wasn't ordered to, he still wanted to give this to Draco. It was almost like a thank you.
Draco moaned softly. Potter was getting good at this.
Harry sucked gently as he reached up and traced his finger down Draco's scar.
Draco trembled when Potter touch his scar, magic flaring at the contact with it. "Oh, Gods," he gasped.
Harry felt Draco twitch in his mouth and he sucked more inside, beginning to bob his head. His finger pressed into the slightly raised skin of the scar, continuing to run up and down.
"Yessss," Draco hissed, and then, to his own surprise, he was coming.
Harry was surprised as well, but he swallowed as much as he could, leaning back and looking up at Draco.
Draco lay back in the chair, gasping. He fingered the scar himself. He hadn't realised the magical scar would react that way to the person who had made it.
"Touching that felt good?" Harry asked, watching him. He reached to feel the scar on his own chest left by Draco.
"Yes," Draco said, still panting.
"Then I'll touch it more often," Harry said, smiling at him. He didn't feel anything when he felt his own, just the bad memories of pain during the ceremony.
"Magical scar," Draco said, looking curiously at Harry. "Did you like doing that?"
Harry nodded, still smiling. "Made you come. Fast, too ...."
"It's not a race, Potter," Draco said, part sneer, part smile, in his response.
Harry grinned, waving a hand. "I still made you go quicker than usual."
"Yes, you did," Draco drawled. "So what shall we do next?"
"You're asking me what to do next?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You are the one who gets bored," Draco pointed out. Then picked up the bound volume on the table. "I have a book to keep me occupied if you don't have a better idea."
Harry bit his lip before answering, "I didn't come yet ...."
"Oh, yes, and I have to give you permission for that," Draco said with a smirk.
"Can you help me come?" Harry asked shyly.
"How would you like that?" Draco asked, smirk growing.
"Touching me," Harry replied, his flush deepening.
"Come here," Draco said, holding out a hand.
Harry stood up and took Draco's hand, watching his face.
"Sit in my lap and lie back against me," Draco said.
Harry turned and sat in Draco's lap, his back pressed against Draco's chest.
Potter’s hair rubbed against the side of Draco's face, his arse softly pressing down on the blond's cock. Draco couldn't control the soft sigh that escaped his lips. He reached one hand around to splay against the other man's chest and the other down to wrap long fingers around the man's erection.
Harry moaned softly, his hips jerking as he thrust up into Draco's hand. He loved being held like this.
His face pressed against the side of Potter's, Draco looked down, watching as he slowly caressed the other man. His deft fingers stroked and squeezed, spreading the pre-come from the tip down the shaft.
Harry forced himself to look down and watch, his breath hitching at the sight. He wished their circumstances were different so that neither of them would have anything to worry about. That way they could do this all the time.
"Yes," Draco whispered, encouraging the other man. "I am going to make you come," he said.
Harry gasped, throwing his head back as he felt himself get closer. "Going to make me come ..." Harry groaned, feeling himself tremble.
"Come for me," Draco whispered against the other man's ear, hand moving faster.
Harry bit his lip again before he came hard, crying out as he arched in Draco's lap.
Slick fluid coated Draco's hand and Potter's belly. Draco watched in fascination as the other man trembled against his own body. Harry squirming in Draco's lap, let alone the act itself, had the blond hard again, cock pressed along the crevice of Potter's arse.
Harry was still gasping as he came down from his high, melting against Draco. He could feel Draco's cock pressing up against him, but he didn't do anything about it yet.
Draco nuzzled the side of Harry's face. He had had sex before. But he had never felt these odd tender feelings before. He sat back in his chair holding the other man and enjoying it.
Harry turned and kissed Draco's cheek lightly, his eyes closing. Harry felt comfortable like this. Comfortable and cared for.
Draco released Potter's cock and reached for his wand, cleaning them both. Draco was still hard but not uncomfortably. He set the wand back down and then wrapped the hand around Potter's waist so that he sat holding him.
Harry was worn out, but he could still feel Draco hard against him. "You want me to do something about that?" Harry asked softly, eyes still closed.
"I want to fuck you," Draco whispered. "But I can wait, for now."
"Are you sure?" Harry asked, opening his eyes and looking at the other man.
Draco looked at Harry, suddenly struck by the urge to kiss him. Still afraid of what he was feeling, Draco bent his head and brought his lips to the other man's.
Harry kissed Draco back languidly, his tongue slipping inside his mouth. So many feelings were going through him and Harry didn't know what to make of them.
Draco still held Potter firmly around the chest, but brought his other hand up to cup the man's face, using it to help him deepen the kiss.
Harry made a soft sound, reaching to touch Draco's cheek softly. "You can if you want," Harry murmured against his lips.
Draco sucked at Potter's lips, lost in the taste and sensation. "Yes, I want," he whispered.
"Go ahead," Harry whispered, kissing him again.
"Mmm," Draco hummed. "Sit up and lean forward," he instructed.
Harry sat upright and leant forward, looking back over his shoulder at Draco.
"Now put your legs around mine, spreading yourself," Draco said, reaching for his wand.
It took Harry a moment, but he did as Draco said, blushing again as he spread himself.
Draco cast Unguentatus and brought slick fingers first to his own cock and then, adding even more lube to Harry's hole. He pressed a finger in slowly, testing the resistance.
Harry swallowed, tensing at first before he calmed himself down, remembering that Draco wasn't going to hurt him.
Draco pushed in to the knuckle and then pumped the finger in and out a few times before adding a second one.
Harry found himself moving with the fingers, gently pushing himself back on them. It didn’t hurt when Draco did this first, for which he was thankful.
"Do you want it?" Draco whispered, curious now as he worked a third finger inside of the other man.
"I want it," Harry moaned, clenching around the fingers and trying to push back more.
"Are you hard yet?" Draco asked, unable to see from this angle.
"I have been," Harry whispered, biting his lip.
"Hold on to the arms of the chair and lower yourself on to my cock," Draco instructed, removing his fingers and positioning his already slick cock against Harry's entrance.
Harry reached out and gripped the arms, beginning to slowly lower himself onto Draco's cock. At first there was that stretch that burned for a moment before he passed the resistance and slid all the way down.
Draco couldn't take his eyes off the sight of Harry Potter lowering himself onto his cock. It was amazing, and if he hadn't come earlier he wouldn't have lasted long. "Yesss," he hissed in approval.
Harry stopped only when Draco was completely inside him. He groaned then, digging his fingers into the leather of the chair.
"That's it," Draco said, "now ride me." He rested both hands on Harry's hips, helping to steady the man.
Harry began to rock his hips at first, getting used to the feeling of being filled this way. It was so much different to have a choice in setting the pace.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, beginning to rock with him.
Harry gripped the arms of the chair tightly and rocked harder, groaning when Malfoy’s cock touched that spot a few times.
Draco kept one hand on Potter's hip but slid the other around to wrap his fingers around the man's cock.
Harry moaned and his movement faltered slightly before he sped up, his hips raising now to thrust into Draco’s hand.
"Yes, fuck me," Draco encouraged, panting as he synchronised thrusts into Potter with his hand movements.
"Faster," Harry whimpered, feeling himself get closer despite coming just a bit ago.
"Yes, ride me, that's good," Draco gasped, thrusting and stroking faster, feeling himself getting closer.
"Close," Harry cried out, biting his lip and waiting for Draco to say it was okay for him to come.
Draco felt his orgasm building fast. He thrust up, arching his back. "Come!" he shouted as he did so.
Harry came hard on the last thrust, crying out Draco's name.
Draco pulled the other man back against him, holding him tight as they shuddered through the aftermath.
Harry panted, finally letting his hands slip away as he rested against Draco. Harry didn't know what to think or say. He did ask for this, but now that he had it, he didn't know how to react.
They lay back panting until their breathing slowed. Draco had an arm wrapped around Potter's chest again and the man's head resting back on his shoulder. "Yes," he whispered so softly it was barely audible.
"Yes," Harry repeated quietly, his eyes slipping closed. He was tired before, but now he was exhausted.
After a few minutes, Draco reached for his wand and cast Lavare to clean them. "Let's go to bed," he whispered against Harry's ear.
Harry nodded, but didn't move to get up, feeling too comfortable.
"That means you need to move," Draco said softly, with a smirk.
Harry pouted slightly. "You could move us both," he mumbled.
"Not in this state," Draco admitted.
It took Harry a moment, but he slowly got up, hissing softly as Draco slipped out of him. He stood up properly and looked back at Draco, waiting.
Draco smirked, strangely pleased to watch his come slide down the inside of the other man's thigh. He hauled himself to his feet, still wearing his robes open down the front, and walked to the bedroom.
Harry walked behind him, wanting to take Draco's hand as they walked. Harry shook his head and blushed, not knowing if Draco would appreciate him doing that.
Once in the bedroom, Draco removed his robe and lay it aside. "I’m too tired for a bath," he said. "You?"
Harry was already climbing into the bed when Draco asked. "Sleep," he said, pulling the covers back.
Draco climbed into the bed and lay back with a contented sigh. Then he lifted the arm nearest the other man to allow Potter to curl up against him.
Harry did just that, his head resting on Draco's chest. "Thank you," he murmured, sighing as he closed his eyes.
Draco wrapped his arm around Potter's shoulders, fingers casually playing with the man's hair. He lay awake despite being tired. He had never felt more comfortable in his life. And that was trouble, he knew that. But at the moment, he didn't much care. He intended to find a way to keep this as long as possible.
Chapter Title: Dangerously Comfortable
Words: 3617 Words
The sun had risen and Draco knew he shouldn't stay in bed. He had work to do. Breaking his routine now was even more dangerous. His fingers were entwined in the other man's hair. He tugged gently. "Potter," he said, "we need to get up."
Harry made a soft noise of protest, but woke up anyway, sighing softly as he sat up in the bed and looked at Malfoy with sleepy eyes.
Draco allowed himself a moment, reaching to stroke hair off the man's face. "Work to do," he said softly.
Harry nodded, leaning into the touch briefly. "I'll help again."
"Yes," Draco said, "I guess we work together. So, new rules. You don't have to crawl unless there is another person around or I say so at the time. You still shouldn’t tell me what to do, though."
"I get it," Harry said.
Draco sighed. He got out of bed and began getting dressed.
Harry watched him quietly, not wanting to push his limits and ask if he would get clothes. He was actually okay with this now. He was getting used to it. As long as he didn’t have to be around the other Death Eaters or Voldemort.
Dressed, Draco nodded at Harry and headed for his study.
Harry followed, enjoying not having to be on his hands and knees. Not only did crawling hurt, but now that he was standing he could look around and see so many more things. He looked at portraits and suits of armour and other decorations. It was like Hogwarts, only fancier.
Draco sat down in his chair and began to open his mail.
Harry hesitated before he sat down next to him, watching. This was always the boring part of the day.
Draco was even more aware of the other man sitting on the floor beside him than he had been on previous days. Oddly enough, this new "comfort" between them left the blond more on edge. Draco tried to focus on the correspondence and logs but found himself glancing at Potter frequently.
Harry found himself staring at Draco, raising an eyebrow and smiling a bit whenever he would look at him.
Draco read through the latest reports and sighed. He wondered if Potter knew just how bad things had gone for his side. The Ministry of Magic was now under Voldemort's complete control and everyone opposed to the Dark Lord was now either captured, dead or in hiding. Mudbloods and their relatives had been rounded up and placed in work camps. If it weren't part of his job, Draco wouldn't even read the news or reports.
Harry thought about asking if he could read something, but then he remembered he really didn't want to know what was happening. It would hurt even more to know that he wasn't able to do anything to help.
Draco worked through his notes as quickly as possible. He was usually extremely meticulous and thorough, but he had no interest in his work today. He finally organised his desk and locked away the journals, before picking up the potions log. "You hungry?" he asked the man at his feet.
"Not really," Harry answered. He was still full from breakfast.
"Potions work then," Draco said, standing up and pausing while the other man got to his feet.
"Why don't you eat?" Harry asked.
"I'm not hungry yet," Draco said, walking from the study to the Lab.
Harry nodded and followed, wondering what he would be doing today.
Draco placed his potions log on a stand that held the book open and protected it from spills. Then he began directing Potter as to which ingredients to pull from the shelves.
Harry did what he was told, working quickly and efficiently.
They worked alongside each other for hours, Draco giving instructions while Potter assisted him. Potter didn't do badly when given clear instructions. The blond found it went faster than he would have thought, and actually enjoyed having someone to help.
As Draco bottled the last of the potions, Harry grinned. "That was good. How long has it been?"
Draco looked up at the clock in the room. "We worked through lunch, but it is only three in the afternoon," he answered, placing the carefully boxed potions on the shelf with finished work and glancing back to make sure that Potter had put away the last of the ingredients. Draco then cast his strongest Cleaning Charms on the work surfaces of the Lab.
"Now I'm hungry," Harry murmured, stretching a bit.
Draco nodded and headed for the dining room.
Harry followed, feeling a bit tired. He sat down as soon as Draco did, waiting for the food.
The food appeared when Draco pulled his chair up to the table. He stared at it for a minute. Then snapped his fingers. A house-elf appeared. "Bring me an empty plate and another set of cutlery," he said, and the elf disappeared and reappeared with the items. "From now on, I would like my food divided onto two plates for each meal," he told the surprised house-elf. Then Draco picked up a knife and scraped half the food from his plate onto the second one before handing it to Potter.
"Thank you," Harry murmured, beginning to eat before Draco started.
Draco ate his food in silence, eating nearly his entire half. He was thinking again. Something that always seemed to get him in trouble when it concerned Potter. It was only afternoon and they had already finished the work for the day. Would he need to readjust his schedule to include Potter's assistance? Or would that make him weak when Potter was taken away? His chest hurt when he thought of that. What the hell was happening to him? He knew they were going to kill Potter eventually. Taking the man as his slave was only delaying the inevitable.
"Finished," Harry said quietly, putting the plate down on the table next to his. This was comfortable for him. Harry did wonder if it would stay like this, though.
Draco stood up, dropping his napkin on the plate and looking down at the other man. He was staring at him while trying to figure out what to do with the rest of the day. Before, he would have just taken what he wanted. Did he still do that? He was still the master and Harry was still the slave.
Harry didn't get up and looked up at Draco, wondering what he was thinking. "We finished everything a lot sooner," Harry commented.
"Yes," Draco said, still considering his options. Then he turned and headed for his sitting room. He found he had gotten aroused just thinking about Potter again.
Harry stood up and walked after Draco, really trying to figure out what they would do. Draco had the same routine everyday, but now that things went by faster, it would change.
Once in the room, Draco sat down in his chair and stared into the fireplace.
Harry sat on the floor next to the other man, staring into the fire as well. "This is why you need more things to do ...."
Draco arched an eyebrow. "I know what I want to do," he said slowly.
"And what's that?" Harry asked curiously.
Draco reached up and began unbuttoning his robes, starting at his neck and working his way down.
Harry watched, slowly understanding what Draco wanted. A small blush reddened his cheeks.
Draco watched the other man as he slowly revealed his pale chest, pulling the fabric back as he unbuttoned his robes.
Harry was surprised to feel a spark of arousal from just watching and he blushed harder, glancing down before looking back up again.
Draco found it surprisingly exciting to find Potter blushing. He swallowed thickly and continued unbuttoning the robe further down and revealing his erection. His cock stood up from the white blond hair at its base. Draco pulled the fabric aside so that he was entirely exposed.
Just seeing Draco's erection made all the blood rush downwards, causing Harry to harden where he was sitting. "Uhm ... well, what did you want?" Harry asked, forcing himself to look up.
"You," Draco answered, looking into his eyes.
"How?" Harry asked, biting his lip gently.
"I want to see you touch me without being ordered to," the blond said, voice low. Draco spread his legs apart, making room for Harry between his knees.
Harry moved close after a moment of hesitation, reaching up to lay a hand on Draco's lower stomach. "Really?"
"Yes," Draco whispered. "Do you want to touch me?"
"Yes," Harry answered softly, looking up. He slowly wrapped a hand around Draco's cock and held him gently, biting his lip at the feeling. Harry never held anyone but himself like this before.
Draco's heart and breathing sped up and he gripped the arms of the chairs with both hands.
Harry watched Draco's face as he began to stroke him. Now that Harry was given the choice of doing what he wanted, he didn't know what he wanted to do.
Draco gasped and watched, the tentative touches exciting.
After a while, Harry stood up and pressed his lips against Draco, his hand still moving slowly.
Draco tilted his head, making it easier for the other man to kiss him.
Harry pulled back and kissed down Draco's jaw, gently nipping at the soft skin. He stopped at the blonde's pulse point and licked it, sighing softly.
Draco tipped his head back, exposing his neck and sighing at the feel of the other man's mouth on his skin.
Harry moved back up and kissed him softly again before kneeling back down. Harry held Draco’s cock with both hands as he leaned down and kissed around the head.
Draco made little panting noises as Harry's mouth touched his erection.
Harry let his tongue begin to trail around as well, the entire time watching Draco's face.
Draco watched through half-lidded eyes, his breathing ragged and his fingers pressing hard into the padded leather arms of the chair.
Harry had enough of the teasing and sucked Draco inside his mouth, his tongue swirling around. Even though Harry wasn't ordered to, he still wanted to give this to Draco. It was almost like a thank you.
Draco moaned softly. Potter was getting good at this.
Harry sucked gently as he reached up and traced his finger down Draco's scar.
Draco trembled when Potter touch his scar, magic flaring at the contact with it. "Oh, Gods," he gasped.
Harry felt Draco twitch in his mouth and he sucked more inside, beginning to bob his head. His finger pressed into the slightly raised skin of the scar, continuing to run up and down.
"Yessss," Draco hissed, and then, to his own surprise, he was coming.
Harry was surprised as well, but he swallowed as much as he could, leaning back and looking up at Draco.
Draco lay back in the chair, gasping. He fingered the scar himself. He hadn't realised the magical scar would react that way to the person who had made it.
"Touching that felt good?" Harry asked, watching him. He reached to feel the scar on his own chest left by Draco.
"Yes," Draco said, still panting.
"Then I'll touch it more often," Harry said, smiling at him. He didn't feel anything when he felt his own, just the bad memories of pain during the ceremony.
"Magical scar," Draco said, looking curiously at Harry. "Did you like doing that?"
Harry nodded, still smiling. "Made you come. Fast, too ...."
"It's not a race, Potter," Draco said, part sneer, part smile, in his response.
Harry grinned, waving a hand. "I still made you go quicker than usual."
"Yes, you did," Draco drawled. "So what shall we do next?"
"You're asking me what to do next?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You are the one who gets bored," Draco pointed out. Then picked up the bound volume on the table. "I have a book to keep me occupied if you don't have a better idea."
Harry bit his lip before answering, "I didn't come yet ...."
"Oh, yes, and I have to give you permission for that," Draco said with a smirk.
"Can you help me come?" Harry asked shyly.
"How would you like that?" Draco asked, smirk growing.
"Touching me," Harry replied, his flush deepening.
"Come here," Draco said, holding out a hand.
Harry stood up and took Draco's hand, watching his face.
"Sit in my lap and lie back against me," Draco said.
Harry turned and sat in Draco's lap, his back pressed against Draco's chest.
Potter’s hair rubbed against the side of Draco's face, his arse softly pressing down on the blond's cock. Draco couldn't control the soft sigh that escaped his lips. He reached one hand around to splay against the other man's chest and the other down to wrap long fingers around the man's erection.
Harry moaned softly, his hips jerking as he thrust up into Draco's hand. He loved being held like this.
His face pressed against the side of Potter's, Draco looked down, watching as he slowly caressed the other man. His deft fingers stroked and squeezed, spreading the pre-come from the tip down the shaft.
Harry forced himself to look down and watch, his breath hitching at the sight. He wished their circumstances were different so that neither of them would have anything to worry about. That way they could do this all the time.
"Yes," Draco whispered, encouraging the other man. "I am going to make you come," he said.
Harry gasped, throwing his head back as he felt himself get closer. "Going to make me come ..." Harry groaned, feeling himself tremble.
"Come for me," Draco whispered against the other man's ear, hand moving faster.
Harry bit his lip again before he came hard, crying out as he arched in Draco's lap.
Slick fluid coated Draco's hand and Potter's belly. Draco watched in fascination as the other man trembled against his own body. Harry squirming in Draco's lap, let alone the act itself, had the blond hard again, cock pressed along the crevice of Potter's arse.
Harry was still gasping as he came down from his high, melting against Draco. He could feel Draco's cock pressing up against him, but he didn't do anything about it yet.
Draco nuzzled the side of Harry's face. He had had sex before. But he had never felt these odd tender feelings before. He sat back in his chair holding the other man and enjoying it.
Harry turned and kissed Draco's cheek lightly, his eyes closing. Harry felt comfortable like this. Comfortable and cared for.
Draco released Potter's cock and reached for his wand, cleaning them both. Draco was still hard but not uncomfortably. He set the wand back down and then wrapped the hand around Potter's waist so that he sat holding him.
Harry was worn out, but he could still feel Draco hard against him. "You want me to do something about that?" Harry asked softly, eyes still closed.
"I want to fuck you," Draco whispered. "But I can wait, for now."
"Are you sure?" Harry asked, opening his eyes and looking at the other man.
Draco looked at Harry, suddenly struck by the urge to kiss him. Still afraid of what he was feeling, Draco bent his head and brought his lips to the other man's.
Harry kissed Draco back languidly, his tongue slipping inside his mouth. So many feelings were going through him and Harry didn't know what to make of them.
Draco still held Potter firmly around the chest, but brought his other hand up to cup the man's face, using it to help him deepen the kiss.
Harry made a soft sound, reaching to touch Draco's cheek softly. "You can if you want," Harry murmured against his lips.
Draco sucked at Potter's lips, lost in the taste and sensation. "Yes, I want," he whispered.
"Go ahead," Harry whispered, kissing him again.
"Mmm," Draco hummed. "Sit up and lean forward," he instructed.
Harry sat upright and leant forward, looking back over his shoulder at Draco.
"Now put your legs around mine, spreading yourself," Draco said, reaching for his wand.
It took Harry a moment, but he did as Draco said, blushing again as he spread himself.
Draco cast Unguentatus and brought slick fingers first to his own cock and then, adding even more lube to Harry's hole. He pressed a finger in slowly, testing the resistance.
Harry swallowed, tensing at first before he calmed himself down, remembering that Draco wasn't going to hurt him.
Draco pushed in to the knuckle and then pumped the finger in and out a few times before adding a second one.
Harry found himself moving with the fingers, gently pushing himself back on them. It didn’t hurt when Draco did this first, for which he was thankful.
"Do you want it?" Draco whispered, curious now as he worked a third finger inside of the other man.
"I want it," Harry moaned, clenching around the fingers and trying to push back more.
"Are you hard yet?" Draco asked, unable to see from this angle.
"I have been," Harry whispered, biting his lip.
"Hold on to the arms of the chair and lower yourself on to my cock," Draco instructed, removing his fingers and positioning his already slick cock against Harry's entrance.
Harry reached out and gripped the arms, beginning to slowly lower himself onto Draco's cock. At first there was that stretch that burned for a moment before he passed the resistance and slid all the way down.
Draco couldn't take his eyes off the sight of Harry Potter lowering himself onto his cock. It was amazing, and if he hadn't come earlier he wouldn't have lasted long. "Yesss," he hissed in approval.
Harry stopped only when Draco was completely inside him. He groaned then, digging his fingers into the leather of the chair.
"That's it," Draco said, "now ride me." He rested both hands on Harry's hips, helping to steady the man.
Harry began to rock his hips at first, getting used to the feeling of being filled this way. It was so much different to have a choice in setting the pace.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, beginning to rock with him.
Harry gripped the arms of the chair tightly and rocked harder, groaning when Malfoy’s cock touched that spot a few times.
Draco kept one hand on Potter's hip but slid the other around to wrap his fingers around the man's cock.
Harry moaned and his movement faltered slightly before he sped up, his hips raising now to thrust into Draco’s hand.
"Yes, fuck me," Draco encouraged, panting as he synchronised thrusts into Potter with his hand movements.
"Faster," Harry whimpered, feeling himself get closer despite coming just a bit ago.
"Yes, ride me, that's good," Draco gasped, thrusting and stroking faster, feeling himself getting closer.
"Close," Harry cried out, biting his lip and waiting for Draco to say it was okay for him to come.
Draco felt his orgasm building fast. He thrust up, arching his back. "Come!" he shouted as he did so.
Harry came hard on the last thrust, crying out Draco's name.
Draco pulled the other man back against him, holding him tight as they shuddered through the aftermath.
Harry panted, finally letting his hands slip away as he rested against Draco. Harry didn't know what to think or say. He did ask for this, but now that he had it, he didn't know how to react.
They lay back panting until their breathing slowed. Draco had an arm wrapped around Potter's chest again and the man's head resting back on his shoulder. "Yes," he whispered so softly it was barely audible.
"Yes," Harry repeated quietly, his eyes slipping closed. He was tired before, but now he was exhausted.
After a few minutes, Draco reached for his wand and cast Lavare to clean them. "Let's go to bed," he whispered against Harry's ear.
Harry nodded, but didn't move to get up, feeling too comfortable.
"That means you need to move," Draco said softly, with a smirk.
Harry pouted slightly. "You could move us both," he mumbled.
"Not in this state," Draco admitted.
It took Harry a moment, but he slowly got up, hissing softly as Draco slipped out of him. He stood up properly and looked back at Draco, waiting.
Draco smirked, strangely pleased to watch his come slide down the inside of the other man's thigh. He hauled himself to his feet, still wearing his robes open down the front, and walked to the bedroom.
Harry walked behind him, wanting to take Draco's hand as they walked. Harry shook his head and blushed, not knowing if Draco would appreciate him doing that.
Once in the bedroom, Draco removed his robe and lay it aside. "I’m too tired for a bath," he said. "You?"
Harry was already climbing into the bed when Draco asked. "Sleep," he said, pulling the covers back.
Draco climbed into the bed and lay back with a contented sigh. Then he lifted the arm nearest the other man to allow Potter to curl up against him.
Harry did just that, his head resting on Draco's chest. "Thank you," he murmured, sighing as he closed his eyes.
Draco wrapped his arm around Potter's shoulders, fingers casually playing with the man's hair. He lay awake despite being tired. He had never felt more comfortable in his life. And that was trouble, he knew that. But at the moment, he didn't much care. He intended to find a way to keep this as long as possible.