A Heart So Ravenous (Sequel to A Love So Belated)
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Chapter 10: Cover Me
Chapter Number/Total: 10/44
Chapter Title: Cover Me
Words: 3461 Words
Harry had made his way to Draco's bedroom, expecting to be mostly bored while Draco talked with his mother. He pretty much knew he was going to be bored when he discovered that Draco had moved most of his books to Grimmauld Place.
He made his way over to the bed and flopped upon it, just sitting there, trying to think of something to do. It wasn't long before he'd gotten back to his feet and began looking around the room, as he hadn't really explored it before. He stared at a few family pictures on the wall, but that hadn't taken too long. He found himself sitting on the bed again only after a few minutes.
He was silent and unmoving for a short while before he reached absently for the top drawer of Draco's bedside table. It was only filled with spare parchment. The second drawer held quills, ink, and other equipment Draco might need for sending a letter. Harry reached for the third drawer then, expecting something just as mundane, but his eyes widened when mundane definitely wasn't what he saw.
Out of the drawer he pulled a rather ... colourful-looking ... magazine. He looked behind himself at the door, even though he knew Draco wouldn't be back yet, then sat up on the bed again, simply taking the entire drawer with him. He flipped through the magazine quickly, pausing at images that looked particularly interesting. There was one other magazine as well, depicting only men instead of men and women. He looked through that one as well, and then began sifting through the other materials of the drawer. He found several pictures of very pretty girls, and pictures of rather good looking blokes, and then, to his immense surprise, he stumbled upon a picture of ... himself. When he looked, he saw that there were ... a lot of pictures of him, and he didn't even look particularly good in any of them. There was even one of himself wiping up something he had spilled down the front of his robes. He reached for a rolled up tube that had been placed in the drawer as well and nearly choked on his own unexpected, delighted laughter. It was a poster – yet another picture of himself; he knew it well. It was the Undesirable Number One poster, only the 'Un' had been inked out. He fell back on the bed laughing. Merlin, where had Draco got these things?
***
Draco made his way up to his room and opened the door, frankly expecting to find Harry asleep in his old bed.
Harry had gone back to inspect one of the magazines more closely, and was trying to figure out how exactly one got into such a position. He, inevitably, had an erection and he jumped about a foot when he heard the door open, flinging the magazine on impulse.
Draco's eyes widened when he saw Harry on the bed, surrounded by what he privately – very privately – thought of as his "Collection." He blushed, smiling as he walked up beside the bed, hands on his hips.
Harry glanced at Draco and then quickly began gathering everything up to put back inside the drawer. "I'm sorry – I didn't mean to – well, I was bored and I found this, and I thought I would just, erm, look, but then – I, uh ....." He flushed too, still trying to stuff everything away.
Draco's smirk grew as he noted his lover's aroused state. "Enjoy my pictures?" he practically purred.
Harry glanced at Draco again, raising an eyebrow. Draco wasn't mad at him? "They were ... pretty interesting," he said.
Draco climbed onto the bed, sitting down beside his lover. "Tell me which ones you liked."
Harry smiled curiously and reached for the magazine he had thrown, flipping a few pages. "This one is ... pretty good," he said, pointing. It was one of two highly attractive men, one riding the other. It was a wizarding magazine, so the pictures moved.
Draco ginned. "That was one of my favourites. They really look like they are into it." He was now becoming aroused himself.
"Yeah," Harry agreed in a low voice. He flipped a few more pages. "And he's pretty hot," he said, looking down at a man with light blond hair in tight underwear. He watched as he teasingly pulled the underwear off to reveal a cock that was ... God, could people really have cocks like that?
"Not really my type," Draco teased, running his fingers slowly down Harry's arm to his hand and turning to a page that was dog-eared. It was of a dark-haired man wanking. The man bit his lip as he did.
Harry grinned and turned his head to look at Draco.
"He's not as good as you, but I couldn’t seem to get a hold of any of you naked," Draco whispered, eyes meeting Harry’s. His hand gently caressed the other man's fingers.
Harry licked his lips, eyelids feeling heavier. "You got off on those pictures of me?" he asked.
"Why do you think they are in with those other pictures?" Draco asked, eyebrows arching again. He slowly moved his hand off Harry's and to his leg, moving up his thigh.
Harry shivered with arousal. "What did you think about me?" he asked.
Draco chuckled deeply, hand stopping just at the top of Harry's thigh. "You mean, what did I fantasise about you?" he asked. "Most of the things you see in those pictures, I imagined doing with you." He finished the sentence by slowly moving his hand between Harry's legs until he cupped the man's erection.
Harry moaned quietly, his cock twitching in Draco's hand. "Did you ... fantasise about me in Hogwarts?" he asked, rubbing himself into Draco's palm. "In your bed?"
"Yesss," Draco whispered, lips close to Harry's now. He squeezed Harry's cock, rubbing a thumb down the bulge in his trousers.
"Fuck," Harry whispered, moving forward to press his lips to Draco's.
Draco kissed him and reached his other arm to wrap around Harry's waist. He laid back, pulling Harry down on to himself.
Harry pressed his groin into Draco's, rocking against him as he slid his tongue into his mouth.
Draco arched, whimpering.
Harry always delighted in the sounds Draco made during sex, and now was no exception. They alone could make him hard as a rock, and he was sure that if he had ever happened to hear Draco during sex back in school, the Slytherin wouldn't have been the only one harbouring a secret crush. The noises were that good. Harry licked the hinge of Draco's jaw. He really liked that as well, that spot. He didn't know why he liked it so much, or why he thought the prominent pointiness of it was so attractive, but it was, and he licked it again. There were so many little things he'd discovered he loved about Draco, so many odd things that turned him on. Draco just completely did it for him.
"Gods, I love you," Draco said, sighing and moaning as Harry seemed intent on devouring him. His hands roamed over Harry's body and pulled at his clothing. "I wanted you for so long and it still amazes me to have you," he admitted.
"You should have told me," Harry whispered, pulling back enough to begin unbuttoning Draco's shirt.
Draco shook his head, part in amazement, but also at the ridiculousness of the idea of ever believing Harry Potter would have wanted a Death Eater's Slytherin son, Draco Malfoy. "I think you were busy saving the world," he teased, smiling up at him.
Harry let out a quiet breath through his nose. "Could've used a shag," he said, stroking across Draco's collarbone with palms and thumbs. It was another part of him he found very attractive. "Being Undesirable Number One and all. Or ... wait, was it desirable?" He grinned at Draco, bringing their bodies together as he leaned and reached for the poster, pulling it open.
Draco actually blushed again when he saw the poster, rolling his eyes. "Definitely most desirable," he answered huskily.
"Then why didn't you shag me?" Harry teased, still grinning as he lay the poster aside and went back to tracing Draco's bones and lines.
Draco slid his hands under the hem of Harry's shirt, sliding along the skin underneath and pushing the shirt up as he did. "Certainly crossed my mind," he smirked. "Especially when you would stand there yelling at me, those green eyes flashing. Hottest thing I ever saw is you angry."
Harry quirked an eyebrow and one side of his mouth. "You certainly knew how to pull that emotion out," he said, helping Draco with the removal of his own shirt. He dropped it lightly over the side of the bed, and then gently lowered his mouth to the bone he had been admiring, nipping and licking again and taking pleasure in the salty, clean taste of bare skin.
Draco's deft fingers slid over the flesh of Harry's back and chest, feeling every contour of bone and muscle. He sighed contentedly as he explored him. No matter how many times he touched Harry, it was never enough and always more than he had dreamt of. And he had dreamt a lot. He brought his fingers up to gently tug on those dark nipples, feeling them harden with his efforts.
Harry made a deep, gravelly sound, having moved his careful ministrations to Draco's throat. He took his time in sliding hands over Draco's body, hooking fingers between Draco's trousers and his hips, wondering at how it still made his heart beat faster. "Had you ever been in love?" he asked. "Before me?"
Draco's heart sped up as well, from both the touch and the words. Harry had a way of making him feel both vulnerable and precious. "No, only you," he confessed.
Harry's heart leapt, and he suddenly felt extremely privileged. "I had thought I was," he whispered. "Before, but that's how I know I love you. How I know I really love you. It feels very, very different."
Draco's stomach always seemed to give a little flutter of excitement when Harry spoke such passionate words. He reached to cup Harry's cheek, smiling as he looked into his eyes. "Different," he smirked. "You have always made me feel different. They made jokes about it in Slytherin, you know."
"Jokes?" Harry asked, still gently exploring with slow fingers. He stroked the hair at Draco's belly button, but made no move to travel lower yet.
Draco's belly spasmed at the touch and his cock twitched in reply. He swallowed hard. "Yes," he said, voice dropping lower. "Since I was known for control of my emotions. Blaise called me the Ice Prince and made jokes about how my cool always seemed to crack around you."
The side of Harry's mouth quirked again. "No," he said, hand pressed to warm, warm skin. "No Ice Prince here."
"Going to give me a new nickname?" Draco asked, arching one eyebrow. He slid his own hands down to rest on Harry's hips.
Harry grinned and shuddered at the touch. "You don't like 'baby'?" he teased, though he knew that wasn't so much a nickname as it was ... a thing between them. He'd never even heard other people use the word much before except in jest. Certainly not how they used it.
Draco leaned up to kiss Harry softly and then whispered against his mouth. "I like the way you say it, the way we are together," he said. "I can't imagine ever letting anyone else call me that. But then I can't imagine anyone else making me feel like this either."
Harry couldn't even really think of words to say, because he could only feel the indescribable happiness that flooded his every part. "There's no way," he said. "No way that same boy's in here." He slid his hand up from Draco's belly to his chest. "You only look like him."
"Not the same boy who made a fool of himself trying to impress you in a robe shop?" Draco asked, swallowing hard again as he remembered.
"Well, maybe him," Harry said with a small smile. "I'm sorry for everything that ever happened between us. It's probably bleeding stupid and useless to apologise for six years that both of us seem willing to forget, but I am sorry."
"Nothing to apologise for, Harry," Draco said, pulling back enough to see him again. "I think we were both pretty nasty to each other at times. But here we are, and when I'm with you, I'm able to be the person I want to be." He smirked then. "Ready to do something wicked to me?"
Harry's lips formed a smirk as well. "I suppose I am rather in the position for such a thing, aren't I?" he said, fingers moving to the top of Draco's trousers again.
"I did fantasise about you that way in this bed," Draco agreed, lying back and arching up into Harry's hands.
Harry's cock gave a powerful few twitches. Merlin, how did Draco know how to do the things he did? "Oh," Harry said in a very deep voice, undoing buttons again.
Draco's eyes darkened as his arousal rose. "I want you to take me inside you and ride me," he said in a low voice.
Harry tried to swallow, and then noticed that his mouth was very dry. His cock twitched again. "Like in those pictures," in said in a voice full of heat and sex. He could see it in his mind, Draco pulling at his cock, thinking of him with that magazine open beside him. In this very bed.
"Yes, like that," Draco said breathlessly.
Harry's skin flushed with the sudden eruption of molten lust that seemed to pour from his every nerve. And they were wearing far too many clothes. He crawled backwards, away from Draco, and pulled with eager hands at Draco's shoes and socks, and then reached for his trousers, tugging to get them off.
Draco lay back, shaking with desire as his lover stripped him. This was definitely the stuff of his best fantasies. Yet, reality was so much more exciting. He glanced at the photo still spread on the bed and licked his lips in anticipation.
Harry tore out of his own clothes as quickly as he could, cursing each second they took from his being with Draco. "Do you still have lube here?" he asked, raspy and shivering with desire as he stared down at Draco's exposed form.
Draco nodded, Summoning it from beside the bed and holding it out to Harry. He let his eyes take in every detail of the man in front of him, his cock already twitching and leaking with his thoughts of what would happen next.
Harry unscrewed the jar and poured some of the liquid out onto his palm, before moving it to Draco's cock, adding the slick substance coating his hand to the slick substance leaking from Draco's gorgeous erection.
Draco gasped, Harry's touch always seeming to send fire through his body. "Oh, yes, baby," he agreed, hands twisting in the bedding and his eyes sliding half closed.
Harry adored the look Draco gave him, and his body adored it too, shivering. "Gonna take this cock inside me," he moaned as his hand moved over it. His arse even seemed to be clenching as he thought of sitting astride Draco, grinding his hips down against him, taking him up his arse so willingly. God, his cock was pouring and he moaned again, reaching wet fingers behind himself.
"Gods," Draco whispered, reaching a hand down to gently caress Harry's cock as the man prepared himself.
Harry was breathing shakily, and then even more so when he felt fingers touch his sensitive flesh. He slipped his own two fingers past the resisting ring of his entrance, moving them for stretching only, though sparks of pleasure shot up his spine.
Draco's fingers curled around Harry's shaft. He was panting now, amazed as he watched Harry push his own fingers inside of his body.
Harry closed his eyes, moving his cock against Draco's hand and squirming against his own hand in the process. He was so turned on by the fact that Draco was watching him that he burned with it.
Draco didn't want to hurry Harry, but he was so aroused now he felt near dizzy. "Oh, yes, I want you so much," he encouraged.
Harry groaned yet again and pulled his fingers away in fear of coming before he wanted to. His cock was so hard it was stiff and standing straight even as he moved to straddle Draco. It swayed with his movements, but there was definitely no flopping about of any kind.
Draco groaned in pleasure as Harry straddled him, shaking now as he tried to hold still and let Harry set the pace. "You look amazing on top of me," he whispered.
Harry felt amazing too. He lifted himself up slightly, raising up on his knees to position Draco's slick cock at his slippery hole. He let out a few quick breaths as he began to push down against the blunt head of that cock. "Oh, oh," he gasped, closing his eyes, "oh, Draco."
Draco's toes curled and his fingers gripped Harry's thighs as he felt Harry move down his cock. "Oh, yes, yes," he gasped. "Perfect!"
Harry brought in a hissing breath through his tightly clenched teeth as he continued to sink down, taking in every thick inch of Draco available. He ground down and rotated his hips, as he had imagined doing before, gasping at the more intense sparks of pleasure.
"Baby, yes, so tight, so bloody fantastic," Draco babbled, shaking with pleasure as Harry ground against him.
Harry grinned open-mouthed as he stared down at Draco and then clenched his arse around him, moving himself up on his knees to make a slow slide down Draco's flesh again, his still-stiff cock letting loose a jet of pre-come.
Draco licked his lips, eyes sliding over Harry's body, and then he smirked as he watched the man rise and then lower back onto his cock. "Fuck," he said, reaching a hand to slip over his lover's cock.
Harry hissed again, feeling a powerful wave of sensation that almost pushed him over the edge. He managed to hold on though and began to rock, faster and faster. He arched his back with the feelings, gasping and panting and listening to those goddamn noises Draco made, and he was ready to explode out of his skin and grow new or something, but he didn't want it to stop, because fucking, bleeding, buggering hell it was good.
"Ride me, take me," Draco encouraged, thrusting his hips up to meet each of Harry's downward slides. "I'm going to fill you with myself," he promised.
"Oh, fuck yes, baby, yes!" Harry shouted, arching again. And then he was shooting come out over Draco's hand, over Draco's skin, and it was so hot Harry thought he might have had two orgasms in one right then.
"Yes, cover me!" Draco shouted, letting Harry's come shoot onto his chest. Then he arched into that clenching body and released himself, feeling like he poured not just his seed but his soul into his lover.
Harry cried out again when Draco said that, throwing his head back and gazing with unfocused eyes at the ceiling as he tried to breathe. He could feel Draco's cock convulsing and pumping semen inside him, and fuck, it was glorious.
Draco shuddered and moaned, his entire body alive with his feelings. They felt cleansing, like Harry's seed on him was some kind of purification. He blinked his grey eyes, finding them watering with the intensity of his feelings.
When Harry had some semblance of control over his body, he looked down again and was a bit startled to find Draco's eyes filled with ... tears? His brows came together and he leant forward, feeling that a kiss was probably better than a few words.
The blond wrapped his arms about his lover, pulling him close and kissing him with all the tender feelings that were spilling from him.
Harry released a tiny sigh as he kissed Draco in that comfortable way they had, letting the mutual feelings and emotions flow through them both.
Draco wished that moments like this could last forever. He was so happy and comfortable, but he finally released his lover enough to look into his face again. "No fantasy I ever had could compare to actually being with you," he whispered.
"I'm really glad I did whatever it was I did to deserve you," Harry whispered back.
Draco laughed. "I know I don't deserve you and I don't care, I still want you," he insisted.
Harry smiled and rolled his eyes. "Fantastic," he whispered.
Draco petted and held him for a while and then glanced around the bed with a smile. "So we leave the pictures here, or do we take them home with us?"
Harry grinned. "I say we take them," he said. "Well, the porn anyway, unless you want to stare at pictures of me with ketchup on my robes. I can show you that any old time."
Draco laughed and kissed him again.
Chapter Title: Cover Me
Words: 3461 Words
Harry had made his way to Draco's bedroom, expecting to be mostly bored while Draco talked with his mother. He pretty much knew he was going to be bored when he discovered that Draco had moved most of his books to Grimmauld Place.
He made his way over to the bed and flopped upon it, just sitting there, trying to think of something to do. It wasn't long before he'd gotten back to his feet and began looking around the room, as he hadn't really explored it before. He stared at a few family pictures on the wall, but that hadn't taken too long. He found himself sitting on the bed again only after a few minutes.
He was silent and unmoving for a short while before he reached absently for the top drawer of Draco's bedside table. It was only filled with spare parchment. The second drawer held quills, ink, and other equipment Draco might need for sending a letter. Harry reached for the third drawer then, expecting something just as mundane, but his eyes widened when mundane definitely wasn't what he saw.
Out of the drawer he pulled a rather ... colourful-looking ... magazine. He looked behind himself at the door, even though he knew Draco wouldn't be back yet, then sat up on the bed again, simply taking the entire drawer with him. He flipped through the magazine quickly, pausing at images that looked particularly interesting. There was one other magazine as well, depicting only men instead of men and women. He looked through that one as well, and then began sifting through the other materials of the drawer. He found several pictures of very pretty girls, and pictures of rather good looking blokes, and then, to his immense surprise, he stumbled upon a picture of ... himself. When he looked, he saw that there were ... a lot of pictures of him, and he didn't even look particularly good in any of them. There was even one of himself wiping up something he had spilled down the front of his robes. He reached for a rolled up tube that had been placed in the drawer as well and nearly choked on his own unexpected, delighted laughter. It was a poster – yet another picture of himself; he knew it well. It was the Undesirable Number One poster, only the 'Un' had been inked out. He fell back on the bed laughing. Merlin, where had Draco got these things?
***
Draco made his way up to his room and opened the door, frankly expecting to find Harry asleep in his old bed.
Harry had gone back to inspect one of the magazines more closely, and was trying to figure out how exactly one got into such a position. He, inevitably, had an erection and he jumped about a foot when he heard the door open, flinging the magazine on impulse.
Draco's eyes widened when he saw Harry on the bed, surrounded by what he privately – very privately – thought of as his "Collection." He blushed, smiling as he walked up beside the bed, hands on his hips.
Harry glanced at Draco and then quickly began gathering everything up to put back inside the drawer. "I'm sorry – I didn't mean to – well, I was bored and I found this, and I thought I would just, erm, look, but then – I, uh ....." He flushed too, still trying to stuff everything away.
Draco's smirk grew as he noted his lover's aroused state. "Enjoy my pictures?" he practically purred.
Harry glanced at Draco again, raising an eyebrow. Draco wasn't mad at him? "They were ... pretty interesting," he said.
Draco climbed onto the bed, sitting down beside his lover. "Tell me which ones you liked."
Harry smiled curiously and reached for the magazine he had thrown, flipping a few pages. "This one is ... pretty good," he said, pointing. It was one of two highly attractive men, one riding the other. It was a wizarding magazine, so the pictures moved.
Draco ginned. "That was one of my favourites. They really look like they are into it." He was now becoming aroused himself.
"Yeah," Harry agreed in a low voice. He flipped a few more pages. "And he's pretty hot," he said, looking down at a man with light blond hair in tight underwear. He watched as he teasingly pulled the underwear off to reveal a cock that was ... God, could people really have cocks like that?
"Not really my type," Draco teased, running his fingers slowly down Harry's arm to his hand and turning to a page that was dog-eared. It was of a dark-haired man wanking. The man bit his lip as he did.
Harry grinned and turned his head to look at Draco.
"He's not as good as you, but I couldn’t seem to get a hold of any of you naked," Draco whispered, eyes meeting Harry’s. His hand gently caressed the other man's fingers.
Harry licked his lips, eyelids feeling heavier. "You got off on those pictures of me?" he asked.
"Why do you think they are in with those other pictures?" Draco asked, eyebrows arching again. He slowly moved his hand off Harry's and to his leg, moving up his thigh.
Harry shivered with arousal. "What did you think about me?" he asked.
Draco chuckled deeply, hand stopping just at the top of Harry's thigh. "You mean, what did I fantasise about you?" he asked. "Most of the things you see in those pictures, I imagined doing with you." He finished the sentence by slowly moving his hand between Harry's legs until he cupped the man's erection.
Harry moaned quietly, his cock twitching in Draco's hand. "Did you ... fantasise about me in Hogwarts?" he asked, rubbing himself into Draco's palm. "In your bed?"
"Yesss," Draco whispered, lips close to Harry's now. He squeezed Harry's cock, rubbing a thumb down the bulge in his trousers.
"Fuck," Harry whispered, moving forward to press his lips to Draco's.
Draco kissed him and reached his other arm to wrap around Harry's waist. He laid back, pulling Harry down on to himself.
Harry pressed his groin into Draco's, rocking against him as he slid his tongue into his mouth.
Draco arched, whimpering.
Harry always delighted in the sounds Draco made during sex, and now was no exception. They alone could make him hard as a rock, and he was sure that if he had ever happened to hear Draco during sex back in school, the Slytherin wouldn't have been the only one harbouring a secret crush. The noises were that good. Harry licked the hinge of Draco's jaw. He really liked that as well, that spot. He didn't know why he liked it so much, or why he thought the prominent pointiness of it was so attractive, but it was, and he licked it again. There were so many little things he'd discovered he loved about Draco, so many odd things that turned him on. Draco just completely did it for him.
"Gods, I love you," Draco said, sighing and moaning as Harry seemed intent on devouring him. His hands roamed over Harry's body and pulled at his clothing. "I wanted you for so long and it still amazes me to have you," he admitted.
"You should have told me," Harry whispered, pulling back enough to begin unbuttoning Draco's shirt.
Draco shook his head, part in amazement, but also at the ridiculousness of the idea of ever believing Harry Potter would have wanted a Death Eater's Slytherin son, Draco Malfoy. "I think you were busy saving the world," he teased, smiling up at him.
Harry let out a quiet breath through his nose. "Could've used a shag," he said, stroking across Draco's collarbone with palms and thumbs. It was another part of him he found very attractive. "Being Undesirable Number One and all. Or ... wait, was it desirable?" He grinned at Draco, bringing their bodies together as he leaned and reached for the poster, pulling it open.
Draco actually blushed again when he saw the poster, rolling his eyes. "Definitely most desirable," he answered huskily.
"Then why didn't you shag me?" Harry teased, still grinning as he lay the poster aside and went back to tracing Draco's bones and lines.
Draco slid his hands under the hem of Harry's shirt, sliding along the skin underneath and pushing the shirt up as he did. "Certainly crossed my mind," he smirked. "Especially when you would stand there yelling at me, those green eyes flashing. Hottest thing I ever saw is you angry."
Harry quirked an eyebrow and one side of his mouth. "You certainly knew how to pull that emotion out," he said, helping Draco with the removal of his own shirt. He dropped it lightly over the side of the bed, and then gently lowered his mouth to the bone he had been admiring, nipping and licking again and taking pleasure in the salty, clean taste of bare skin.
Draco's deft fingers slid over the flesh of Harry's back and chest, feeling every contour of bone and muscle. He sighed contentedly as he explored him. No matter how many times he touched Harry, it was never enough and always more than he had dreamt of. And he had dreamt a lot. He brought his fingers up to gently tug on those dark nipples, feeling them harden with his efforts.
Harry made a deep, gravelly sound, having moved his careful ministrations to Draco's throat. He took his time in sliding hands over Draco's body, hooking fingers between Draco's trousers and his hips, wondering at how it still made his heart beat faster. "Had you ever been in love?" he asked. "Before me?"
Draco's heart sped up as well, from both the touch and the words. Harry had a way of making him feel both vulnerable and precious. "No, only you," he confessed.
Harry's heart leapt, and he suddenly felt extremely privileged. "I had thought I was," he whispered. "Before, but that's how I know I love you. How I know I really love you. It feels very, very different."
Draco's stomach always seemed to give a little flutter of excitement when Harry spoke such passionate words. He reached to cup Harry's cheek, smiling as he looked into his eyes. "Different," he smirked. "You have always made me feel different. They made jokes about it in Slytherin, you know."
"Jokes?" Harry asked, still gently exploring with slow fingers. He stroked the hair at Draco's belly button, but made no move to travel lower yet.
Draco's belly spasmed at the touch and his cock twitched in reply. He swallowed hard. "Yes," he said, voice dropping lower. "Since I was known for control of my emotions. Blaise called me the Ice Prince and made jokes about how my cool always seemed to crack around you."
The side of Harry's mouth quirked again. "No," he said, hand pressed to warm, warm skin. "No Ice Prince here."
"Going to give me a new nickname?" Draco asked, arching one eyebrow. He slid his own hands down to rest on Harry's hips.
Harry grinned and shuddered at the touch. "You don't like 'baby'?" he teased, though he knew that wasn't so much a nickname as it was ... a thing between them. He'd never even heard other people use the word much before except in jest. Certainly not how they used it.
Draco leaned up to kiss Harry softly and then whispered against his mouth. "I like the way you say it, the way we are together," he said. "I can't imagine ever letting anyone else call me that. But then I can't imagine anyone else making me feel like this either."
Harry couldn't even really think of words to say, because he could only feel the indescribable happiness that flooded his every part. "There's no way," he said. "No way that same boy's in here." He slid his hand up from Draco's belly to his chest. "You only look like him."
"Not the same boy who made a fool of himself trying to impress you in a robe shop?" Draco asked, swallowing hard again as he remembered.
"Well, maybe him," Harry said with a small smile. "I'm sorry for everything that ever happened between us. It's probably bleeding stupid and useless to apologise for six years that both of us seem willing to forget, but I am sorry."
"Nothing to apologise for, Harry," Draco said, pulling back enough to see him again. "I think we were both pretty nasty to each other at times. But here we are, and when I'm with you, I'm able to be the person I want to be." He smirked then. "Ready to do something wicked to me?"
Harry's lips formed a smirk as well. "I suppose I am rather in the position for such a thing, aren't I?" he said, fingers moving to the top of Draco's trousers again.
"I did fantasise about you that way in this bed," Draco agreed, lying back and arching up into Harry's hands.
Harry's cock gave a powerful few twitches. Merlin, how did Draco know how to do the things he did? "Oh," Harry said in a very deep voice, undoing buttons again.
Draco's eyes darkened as his arousal rose. "I want you to take me inside you and ride me," he said in a low voice.
Harry tried to swallow, and then noticed that his mouth was very dry. His cock twitched again. "Like in those pictures," in said in a voice full of heat and sex. He could see it in his mind, Draco pulling at his cock, thinking of him with that magazine open beside him. In this very bed.
"Yes, like that," Draco said breathlessly.
Harry's skin flushed with the sudden eruption of molten lust that seemed to pour from his every nerve. And they were wearing far too many clothes. He crawled backwards, away from Draco, and pulled with eager hands at Draco's shoes and socks, and then reached for his trousers, tugging to get them off.
Draco lay back, shaking with desire as his lover stripped him. This was definitely the stuff of his best fantasies. Yet, reality was so much more exciting. He glanced at the photo still spread on the bed and licked his lips in anticipation.
Harry tore out of his own clothes as quickly as he could, cursing each second they took from his being with Draco. "Do you still have lube here?" he asked, raspy and shivering with desire as he stared down at Draco's exposed form.
Draco nodded, Summoning it from beside the bed and holding it out to Harry. He let his eyes take in every detail of the man in front of him, his cock already twitching and leaking with his thoughts of what would happen next.
Harry unscrewed the jar and poured some of the liquid out onto his palm, before moving it to Draco's cock, adding the slick substance coating his hand to the slick substance leaking from Draco's gorgeous erection.
Draco gasped, Harry's touch always seeming to send fire through his body. "Oh, yes, baby," he agreed, hands twisting in the bedding and his eyes sliding half closed.
Harry adored the look Draco gave him, and his body adored it too, shivering. "Gonna take this cock inside me," he moaned as his hand moved over it. His arse even seemed to be clenching as he thought of sitting astride Draco, grinding his hips down against him, taking him up his arse so willingly. God, his cock was pouring and he moaned again, reaching wet fingers behind himself.
"Gods," Draco whispered, reaching a hand down to gently caress Harry's cock as the man prepared himself.
Harry was breathing shakily, and then even more so when he felt fingers touch his sensitive flesh. He slipped his own two fingers past the resisting ring of his entrance, moving them for stretching only, though sparks of pleasure shot up his spine.
Draco's fingers curled around Harry's shaft. He was panting now, amazed as he watched Harry push his own fingers inside of his body.
Harry closed his eyes, moving his cock against Draco's hand and squirming against his own hand in the process. He was so turned on by the fact that Draco was watching him that he burned with it.
Draco didn't want to hurry Harry, but he was so aroused now he felt near dizzy. "Oh, yes, I want you so much," he encouraged.
Harry groaned yet again and pulled his fingers away in fear of coming before he wanted to. His cock was so hard it was stiff and standing straight even as he moved to straddle Draco. It swayed with his movements, but there was definitely no flopping about of any kind.
Draco groaned in pleasure as Harry straddled him, shaking now as he tried to hold still and let Harry set the pace. "You look amazing on top of me," he whispered.
Harry felt amazing too. He lifted himself up slightly, raising up on his knees to position Draco's slick cock at his slippery hole. He let out a few quick breaths as he began to push down against the blunt head of that cock. "Oh, oh," he gasped, closing his eyes, "oh, Draco."
Draco's toes curled and his fingers gripped Harry's thighs as he felt Harry move down his cock. "Oh, yes, yes," he gasped. "Perfect!"
Harry brought in a hissing breath through his tightly clenched teeth as he continued to sink down, taking in every thick inch of Draco available. He ground down and rotated his hips, as he had imagined doing before, gasping at the more intense sparks of pleasure.
"Baby, yes, so tight, so bloody fantastic," Draco babbled, shaking with pleasure as Harry ground against him.
Harry grinned open-mouthed as he stared down at Draco and then clenched his arse around him, moving himself up on his knees to make a slow slide down Draco's flesh again, his still-stiff cock letting loose a jet of pre-come.
Draco licked his lips, eyes sliding over Harry's body, and then he smirked as he watched the man rise and then lower back onto his cock. "Fuck," he said, reaching a hand to slip over his lover's cock.
Harry hissed again, feeling a powerful wave of sensation that almost pushed him over the edge. He managed to hold on though and began to rock, faster and faster. He arched his back with the feelings, gasping and panting and listening to those goddamn noises Draco made, and he was ready to explode out of his skin and grow new or something, but he didn't want it to stop, because fucking, bleeding, buggering hell it was good.
"Ride me, take me," Draco encouraged, thrusting his hips up to meet each of Harry's downward slides. "I'm going to fill you with myself," he promised.
"Oh, fuck yes, baby, yes!" Harry shouted, arching again. And then he was shooting come out over Draco's hand, over Draco's skin, and it was so hot Harry thought he might have had two orgasms in one right then.
"Yes, cover me!" Draco shouted, letting Harry's come shoot onto his chest. Then he arched into that clenching body and released himself, feeling like he poured not just his seed but his soul into his lover.
Harry cried out again when Draco said that, throwing his head back and gazing with unfocused eyes at the ceiling as he tried to breathe. He could feel Draco's cock convulsing and pumping semen inside him, and fuck, it was glorious.
Draco shuddered and moaned, his entire body alive with his feelings. They felt cleansing, like Harry's seed on him was some kind of purification. He blinked his grey eyes, finding them watering with the intensity of his feelings.
When Harry had some semblance of control over his body, he looked down again and was a bit startled to find Draco's eyes filled with ... tears? His brows came together and he leant forward, feeling that a kiss was probably better than a few words.
The blond wrapped his arms about his lover, pulling him close and kissing him with all the tender feelings that were spilling from him.
Harry released a tiny sigh as he kissed Draco in that comfortable way they had, letting the mutual feelings and emotions flow through them both.
Draco wished that moments like this could last forever. He was so happy and comfortable, but he finally released his lover enough to look into his face again. "No fantasy I ever had could compare to actually being with you," he whispered.
"I'm really glad I did whatever it was I did to deserve you," Harry whispered back.
Draco laughed. "I know I don't deserve you and I don't care, I still want you," he insisted.
Harry smiled and rolled his eyes. "Fantastic," he whispered.
Draco petted and held him for a while and then glanced around the bed with a smile. "So we leave the pictures here, or do we take them home with us?"
Harry grinned. "I say we take them," he said. "Well, the porn anyway, unless you want to stare at pictures of me with ketchup on my robes. I can show you that any old time."
Draco laughed and kissed him again.