A Love So Belated
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Chapter 12: Could Be Amazing
Chapter Number/Total: 12/44
Chapter Title: Could Be Amazing
Words: 2747 Words
Harry clutched at Draco's shirt, running his tongue along the other man's. His body felt so perfect under his own, he felt so perfect atop him. He moaned quietly into Draco's mouth, his other hand holding the back of his neck.
Draco was painfully aroused, as he had been every time Harry had come to visit that week. He moaned again, arching up so that his erection pressed against Harry's leg.
Harry gasped, pulling his mouth away to stare down at Draco. His own erection was straining in his jeans uncomfortably. "Let's ... maybe we should ... stop for a bit," he panted.
"No," Draco disagreed, "maybe we should move forward."
"But you're – it's only been a few days," Harry replied. "You could still be too weak."
Draco reached up and carded Harry's hair back from his face, smiling at him. "It has been nearly a week. I have eaten and taken Revitalising Potions," he said in as calm a voice as he could manage.
"But I don't – I mean – I-" Harry spluttered, flushing brighter than he already was from snogging.
Draco frowned, eyes narrowed. "This isn't about my health, is it?" he insisted.
Harry bit his lip, looking away and flushing brighter still.
Draco pushed Harry off of him and sat up, turning away.
Harry frowned, his eyebrows low over his eyes. "Draco ..." he said, reaching to slide a hand over his back.
Draco tried to hide the hurt and frustration, schooling his features to neutral before he looked back over his shoulder. "What?"
"I'm just – I'm just a little ... nervous," Harry admitted quietly. "I don't ... I'm not sure how to ... well, what to do and ...." He sighed.
Draco smiled softly, turning back to face him. "I can show you."
Harry frowned. "I don't know," he said with uncertainty, biting his lip again, even though his body seemed to know exactly what it wanted. It was his brain that was the problem.
Draco frowned, too. He could think of several reasons for Harry's reluctance, but most of them he wasn't willing to deal with. "What do you want, Harry?" he asked.
Harry looked at Draco with eyes that darted away again. He let out a breath that was almost a sigh. "I do want .... But ... I mean, this isn't exactly something I've ever done before – not only that you're a bloke. There's also ...." The fact that he'd never seen himself as the cheating type. He said it all to his knees.
Draco did not want to think about Ginny Weasley. He didn't like thinking about her. But he wanted Harry more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. He reached for him again, sliding his hands into the hair at the back of Harry's head, fingers caressing his scalp. "I don't want you to do anything you don't feel comfortable with," he said softly. "But I do want you."
Harry's entire body reacted to the touch; his eyelids even fluttered a bit, and he swallowed. Oh, he knew Draco could make him feel very comfortable, but the mental block just wouldn't seem to go away. "I – I want you, too," he whispered, and took a moment to look Draco's body up and down. "Very much." His voice went deeper.
"Let me show you how I feel about you, Harry," Draco whispered seductively, leaning in so close their breath mingled. "Let me taste you."
Harry couldn't hold in his quiet groan, and his cock was throbbing with heat. He swallowed again. "Oh, God," he whispered. That mental block was leaving him with every passing second.
Draco felt Harry tremble under his hand and his own pulse was beating fast, his cock throbbing with it. He used the tip of his tongue to gently trace Harry's lips, imagining what it would be like to tongue other parts as well.
Harry's breathing sped up, and his eyes slid closed; whatever Draco was wanting to do to him was sounding better and better. His cock twitched as if it were begging and pleading for him to just let it happen.
Draco dipped his tongue into Harry's partially open mouth and slid his other hand over the man's thigh until he softly cupped his arousal.
Harry gasped, opening his eyes halfway. They had, of course, touched each other while snogging before, but never so deliberately, and Harry was very unprepared for how good it felt. He pressed his crotch forward – God, anything to get more of that. Why again had he been objecting? He couldn't seem to remember.
Draco stroked Harry through his trousers, running his thumb down the shaft. He kissed and licked Harry's lips feverishly now.
Harry moaned deeply into Draco's mouth, thrusting his hips a little to press even more against his hand. "Draco," he breathed, asking now without actually saying the words.
"You ready?" Draco murmured, lips still against the other man's.
"Yeah," Harry let out in another breath.
Draco kissed him again, giving Harry's cock another gentle squeeze. Then he pulled back and got to his feet, holding out a hand to Harry. "Let me show you," he repeated.
Harry slid his hand into Draco's and got to his feet beside him. There was no possible way to deny his attraction to him. Absolutely no way. He wanted him, he knew it, and he nodded.
Draco led Harry over to the bed and then kissed him again. He arched an eyebrow, smiling, and reached up to begin unbuttoning his own shirt, eyes never leaving the man in front of him.
Harry licked his lips, taking deep, slow breaths. His eyes were drawn to Draco's fingers, watching as each button came loose.
Draco's fingers trembled and he suddenly felt nervous. His chest was not his best feature – not with all the scars he bore now. He stopped, wishing it was darker in his room. But it was day and the sun was streaming in.
Harry brought his eyes up to Draco's face when he stopped unbuttoning his shirt. He gave him a questioning look. No way could he want to stop now.
Draco looked down, flushing. "My body, well, it has some ... marks."
Harry frowned. "Marks?" he echoed. "I don't care -" And then, quite suddenly, Harry could see in his mind's eye blood spurting from Draco's chest, Harry's own wand pointed at him. He looked away from Draco completely.
"No, I mean yes, but not just ..." Draco trailed off, heart beating fast.
"What?" Harry asked quietly, making himself look up again.
Draco blushed and looked down, starting to shudder. No one had seen what he looked like under his clothes in a very long time, and he'd only just remembered.
Harry's frown deepened. He closed the foot between them and pulled the man against himself. "Draco, really," he insisted, "I don't care."
"You ... haven't seen," Draco whispered.
Harry kissed his face, over and over. "If you don't want to do it right now," he said, feeling the disappointment as he did say it, "I understand. But I'm right here if you do."
"No, no," Draco was quick to reply. "I do. I really want ...." He was worried that if he didn't now, he would lose his nerve.
Harry pressed his hands to Draco's chest. "I'm right here," he repeated.
Draco's hands shook even worse as he tried to unbutton his shirt again.
"Would you ... would you like me to do it for you?" Harry asked.
Draco looked into those green eyes and nodded, licking his lips and letting his hands fall to his side.
Harry looked down and began unbuttoning where Draco had left off, his fingers slightly shaky as well. He went slowly, hoping to help Draco relax, and then finally the shirt was open and Harry reached up to slide it from Draco's shoulders.
Draco shivered at the feel of Harry undressing him, but at the same time, he was afraid to look at the other man's face when he saw. It wasn't just that Draco was unnaturally thin now. There were scars – a lot of them – on his chest, back and more. Scars from Harry's spell had been the first, but Voldemort and his Death Eaters had added burns and other marks to the collection.
Harry tried not to show his reaction, keeping his face carefully neutral, but he wanted to wince. "Are they ... are they from that night?" he asked very quietly.
"No, only a couple from the bathroom," Draco replied, pointing out the now mostly white lines under the others.
"No, I mean ... the night I was captured and got away," Harry clarified.
Draco shook his head. "Some of the worst ones, especially the burns," he said. "But not all of them. The Carrows were in charge of Hogwarts. I was .... "
Harry scowled then. "I saw what they did," he spat, but then took a deep breath.
Draco thought Harry could have no real idea of all the things they'd done, but he held his tongue on that.
"I still think you're gorgeous," Harry told him next, pressing a hand to Draco's chest very gently. It wasn't a lie. Seeing beneath Draco's clothes didn't make him want him any less. Draco was very thin, but that would change, and the scars didn't hide or dash out what was beneath them.
Draco didn't believe him, but he liked hearing it all the same. "Now about your shirt," he pressed on, tugging at the Muggle shirt.
Harry gave a little smile, raising an eyebrow and then his arms.
Draco pulled the shirt up over Harry's head and tossed it onto a nearby chair. He shivered in delight at the exposed chest and arms, immediately reaching to touch him.
Harry shivered, too, as Draco's hands slid over him.
"Oh, Gods," Draco gasped, his hands exploring Harry's body. He loved the feel of his skin over lean muscle, and the dark hair that dusted his chest. His own embarrassment seemed to disappear as his arousal replaced it.
Harry moved forward and brought his mouth to Draco's, running hands over his skin as well. He slowly brought fingers to the front of Draco's trousers, running them over the fasteners.
"Yes," Draco breathed into his mouth.
Harry flushed with both pleasure and embarrassed nervousness. He began undoing the trousers and could already feel the intense heat.
Draco's fingers played over Harry's chest again, gently caressing his nipples.
Harry took in a shaky breath at the touch, licking his lips again before he slid Draco's trousers off of him and swallowed thickly.
Draco was wearing green silk boxers that were very obviously straining with his erection. He kicked off the trousers and then slid his own hands down to work on the front of Harry's jeans.
Harry kissed Draco again, thumbs in the waistband of his boxers.
Draco frowned, pulling away from Harry's face to see if he could figure out how the strange Muggle trousers worked.
Harry smiled and leaned back a bit, reaching down to pull the zipper of his jeans himself.
Draco used both hands to gently slide both trousers and shorts down Harry's legs, bending to one knee as he did. He looked up at Harry, smiling.
Harry took in a slightly sharp breath, his cock bobbing as his clothes were removed. He met Draco's eyes, still flushed, but very aroused now.
"Step out of them," Draco instructed, licking his lips at both Harry's expression and the cock now inches from his own face.
Harry nodded and did so, standing in only his socks now. He kicked the trousers and underwear away, his cock bobbing again.
Draco decided to leave the socks for now. He was still kneeling as he ran his hands up Harry's legs, watching his reaction.
Harry let out a small moan, unable to help it. He breathed quickly, his heart racing.
Draco's hands continued up Harry's thighs to his hips, tracing the line of them. Eyes never leaving Harry's face, he brought one hand in to gently run his fingers up over the man's cock.
"God," Harry whispered. He wondered, in the very back of his mind, if he seemed stupid getting so turned on by such a simple touch, but he didn't care too terribly much in that moment.
Draco grinned, gently running fingers back down and then caressing the soft sac of Harry's balls.
Harry breathed even faster as Draco touched him in a very sensitive spot. He reached out and gently placed a hand on top of Draco's head.
Draco noted each reaction, memorising the touches that pleased Harry. He wrapped his fingers around his shaft and slid the foreskin back to reveal the glistening head.
Harry swallowed yet again, licking his lips again as well. "God," he said, voice more strained.
"Beautiful," Draco whispered, his breath blowing over the sensitive flesh.
Harry sucked in a breath of his own, trembling in delicious anticipation.
Draco moistened his lips and leaned forward to gently lick over that red, shining flesh.
"Fuck," Harry whimpered, watching Draco intently. He had imagined this so many times over the last three weeks, Merlin, and it was good.
Draco smirked, thinking 'eventually', but said nothing. Instead, he responded by running his tongue in a circle around the crown of Harry's cock.
Harry's body twitched forward and he had to fight to keep his eyes from closing. Ginny had done this to him before, but he pushed her out of his mind, only wanting Draco.
Draco leaned back a bit, looking up. "Do you like me on my knees like this?" he asked in a husky voice.
"Yeah," Harry answered breathlessly, nodding. He wanted to add, I'd like it better with your mouth on my cock, but he didn't.
Draco nodded, eyes glittering mischievously as he brought his lips slowly sliding over that head.
Harry's head fell back and he tightened his fingers in Draco's hair.
Draco liked the hand in his hair and hummed appreciatively. He took more of Harry's cock into his mouth, using his tongue as he did. It had been a long time since he had done this with anyone.
"Amazing," Harry moaned. "Draco, amazing." And it was amazing. That tongue.
Draco continued to suck and lick, totally enjoying the taste and texture. Harry's encouragements thrilled him and made his own cock twitch.
Harry swallowed, his toes curling as Draco sucked him. He was so hot and getting hotter, his blood rushing. "Fuck," he moaned again.
Draco trembled, breathing through his nose as he slid Harry's cock deeper, until he could feel it in his throat.
Harry's eyes snapped open wide and he looked down, just to make sure he was really feeling his cock that far inside Draco's mouth. Ginny had never done that to him before. "Oh, shit," he let out, chest heaving. "Fuck, shit, God!"
Draco began a rhythm that allowed him to deep-throat Harry's cock, breathing when he pulled back and then pressing down again.
Harry would not be able to hold out much longer, not much longer at all. His fingers in Draco's hair tightened further and he gasped, very, very close to coming.
Draco could feel Harry's body tighten and knew what that meant. He took a deep breath, preparing to swallow him.
"Draco!" Harry shouted, throwing his head back again as he began to shoot his seed into Draco's mouth, his body spasming. His legs wobbled and he grabbed the bedpost to make sure he didn't fall.
Draco pulled back enough to allow Harry's seed to fill his mouth, swallowing quickly and continuing to suck as he did.
Harry twitched and panted. "Draco," he breathed. "Merlin, Draco."
Draco licked and swallowed until he was sure Harry was spent, before slowly releasing him. He grinned up at the other man.
"Merlin," Harry said again, staring down at Draco. His eyes were half closed but it did nothing to hide the amazement on his face. "You are very good at that."
"A bit out of practise," Draco admitted, smirking. "But I would love a chance to get better again."
"You can do that," Harry panted, still breathless, "whenever you like."
"Every day would work for me," Draco whispered, still looking up at Harry with open desire.
"Come here," Harry told him, tugging on blond strands.
Draco got to his feet, still licking his lips and savouring the taste of Harry there.
Chapter Title: Could Be Amazing
Words: 2747 Words
Harry clutched at Draco's shirt, running his tongue along the other man's. His body felt so perfect under his own, he felt so perfect atop him. He moaned quietly into Draco's mouth, his other hand holding the back of his neck.
Draco was painfully aroused, as he had been every time Harry had come to visit that week. He moaned again, arching up so that his erection pressed against Harry's leg.
Harry gasped, pulling his mouth away to stare down at Draco. His own erection was straining in his jeans uncomfortably. "Let's ... maybe we should ... stop for a bit," he panted.
"No," Draco disagreed, "maybe we should move forward."
"But you're – it's only been a few days," Harry replied. "You could still be too weak."
Draco reached up and carded Harry's hair back from his face, smiling at him. "It has been nearly a week. I have eaten and taken Revitalising Potions," he said in as calm a voice as he could manage.
"But I don't – I mean – I-" Harry spluttered, flushing brighter than he already was from snogging.
Draco frowned, eyes narrowed. "This isn't about my health, is it?" he insisted.
Harry bit his lip, looking away and flushing brighter still.
Draco pushed Harry off of him and sat up, turning away.
Harry frowned, his eyebrows low over his eyes. "Draco ..." he said, reaching to slide a hand over his back.
Draco tried to hide the hurt and frustration, schooling his features to neutral before he looked back over his shoulder. "What?"
"I'm just – I'm just a little ... nervous," Harry admitted quietly. "I don't ... I'm not sure how to ... well, what to do and ...." He sighed.
Draco smiled softly, turning back to face him. "I can show you."
Harry frowned. "I don't know," he said with uncertainty, biting his lip again, even though his body seemed to know exactly what it wanted. It was his brain that was the problem.
Draco frowned, too. He could think of several reasons for Harry's reluctance, but most of them he wasn't willing to deal with. "What do you want, Harry?" he asked.
Harry looked at Draco with eyes that darted away again. He let out a breath that was almost a sigh. "I do want .... But ... I mean, this isn't exactly something I've ever done before – not only that you're a bloke. There's also ...." The fact that he'd never seen himself as the cheating type. He said it all to his knees.
Draco did not want to think about Ginny Weasley. He didn't like thinking about her. But he wanted Harry more than he had ever wanted anything in his life. He reached for him again, sliding his hands into the hair at the back of Harry's head, fingers caressing his scalp. "I don't want you to do anything you don't feel comfortable with," he said softly. "But I do want you."
Harry's entire body reacted to the touch; his eyelids even fluttered a bit, and he swallowed. Oh, he knew Draco could make him feel very comfortable, but the mental block just wouldn't seem to go away. "I – I want you, too," he whispered, and took a moment to look Draco's body up and down. "Very much." His voice went deeper.
"Let me show you how I feel about you, Harry," Draco whispered seductively, leaning in so close their breath mingled. "Let me taste you."
Harry couldn't hold in his quiet groan, and his cock was throbbing with heat. He swallowed again. "Oh, God," he whispered. That mental block was leaving him with every passing second.
Draco felt Harry tremble under his hand and his own pulse was beating fast, his cock throbbing with it. He used the tip of his tongue to gently trace Harry's lips, imagining what it would be like to tongue other parts as well.
Harry's breathing sped up, and his eyes slid closed; whatever Draco was wanting to do to him was sounding better and better. His cock twitched as if it were begging and pleading for him to just let it happen.
Draco dipped his tongue into Harry's partially open mouth and slid his other hand over the man's thigh until he softly cupped his arousal.
Harry gasped, opening his eyes halfway. They had, of course, touched each other while snogging before, but never so deliberately, and Harry was very unprepared for how good it felt. He pressed his crotch forward – God, anything to get more of that. Why again had he been objecting? He couldn't seem to remember.
Draco stroked Harry through his trousers, running his thumb down the shaft. He kissed and licked Harry's lips feverishly now.
Harry moaned deeply into Draco's mouth, thrusting his hips a little to press even more against his hand. "Draco," he breathed, asking now without actually saying the words.
"You ready?" Draco murmured, lips still against the other man's.
"Yeah," Harry let out in another breath.
Draco kissed him again, giving Harry's cock another gentle squeeze. Then he pulled back and got to his feet, holding out a hand to Harry. "Let me show you," he repeated.
Harry slid his hand into Draco's and got to his feet beside him. There was no possible way to deny his attraction to him. Absolutely no way. He wanted him, he knew it, and he nodded.
Draco led Harry over to the bed and then kissed him again. He arched an eyebrow, smiling, and reached up to begin unbuttoning his own shirt, eyes never leaving the man in front of him.
Harry licked his lips, taking deep, slow breaths. His eyes were drawn to Draco's fingers, watching as each button came loose.
Draco's fingers trembled and he suddenly felt nervous. His chest was not his best feature – not with all the scars he bore now. He stopped, wishing it was darker in his room. But it was day and the sun was streaming in.
Harry brought his eyes up to Draco's face when he stopped unbuttoning his shirt. He gave him a questioning look. No way could he want to stop now.
Draco looked down, flushing. "My body, well, it has some ... marks."
Harry frowned. "Marks?" he echoed. "I don't care -" And then, quite suddenly, Harry could see in his mind's eye blood spurting from Draco's chest, Harry's own wand pointed at him. He looked away from Draco completely.
"No, I mean yes, but not just ..." Draco trailed off, heart beating fast.
"What?" Harry asked quietly, making himself look up again.
Draco blushed and looked down, starting to shudder. No one had seen what he looked like under his clothes in a very long time, and he'd only just remembered.
Harry's frown deepened. He closed the foot between them and pulled the man against himself. "Draco, really," he insisted, "I don't care."
"You ... haven't seen," Draco whispered.
Harry kissed his face, over and over. "If you don't want to do it right now," he said, feeling the disappointment as he did say it, "I understand. But I'm right here if you do."
"No, no," Draco was quick to reply. "I do. I really want ...." He was worried that if he didn't now, he would lose his nerve.
Harry pressed his hands to Draco's chest. "I'm right here," he repeated.
Draco's hands shook even worse as he tried to unbutton his shirt again.
"Would you ... would you like me to do it for you?" Harry asked.
Draco looked into those green eyes and nodded, licking his lips and letting his hands fall to his side.
Harry looked down and began unbuttoning where Draco had left off, his fingers slightly shaky as well. He went slowly, hoping to help Draco relax, and then finally the shirt was open and Harry reached up to slide it from Draco's shoulders.
Draco shivered at the feel of Harry undressing him, but at the same time, he was afraid to look at the other man's face when he saw. It wasn't just that Draco was unnaturally thin now. There were scars – a lot of them – on his chest, back and more. Scars from Harry's spell had been the first, but Voldemort and his Death Eaters had added burns and other marks to the collection.
Harry tried not to show his reaction, keeping his face carefully neutral, but he wanted to wince. "Are they ... are they from that night?" he asked very quietly.
"No, only a couple from the bathroom," Draco replied, pointing out the now mostly white lines under the others.
"No, I mean ... the night I was captured and got away," Harry clarified.
Draco shook his head. "Some of the worst ones, especially the burns," he said. "But not all of them. The Carrows were in charge of Hogwarts. I was .... "
Harry scowled then. "I saw what they did," he spat, but then took a deep breath.
Draco thought Harry could have no real idea of all the things they'd done, but he held his tongue on that.
"I still think you're gorgeous," Harry told him next, pressing a hand to Draco's chest very gently. It wasn't a lie. Seeing beneath Draco's clothes didn't make him want him any less. Draco was very thin, but that would change, and the scars didn't hide or dash out what was beneath them.
Draco didn't believe him, but he liked hearing it all the same. "Now about your shirt," he pressed on, tugging at the Muggle shirt.
Harry gave a little smile, raising an eyebrow and then his arms.
Draco pulled the shirt up over Harry's head and tossed it onto a nearby chair. He shivered in delight at the exposed chest and arms, immediately reaching to touch him.
Harry shivered, too, as Draco's hands slid over him.
"Oh, Gods," Draco gasped, his hands exploring Harry's body. He loved the feel of his skin over lean muscle, and the dark hair that dusted his chest. His own embarrassment seemed to disappear as his arousal replaced it.
Harry moved forward and brought his mouth to Draco's, running hands over his skin as well. He slowly brought fingers to the front of Draco's trousers, running them over the fasteners.
"Yes," Draco breathed into his mouth.
Harry flushed with both pleasure and embarrassed nervousness. He began undoing the trousers and could already feel the intense heat.
Draco's fingers played over Harry's chest again, gently caressing his nipples.
Harry took in a shaky breath at the touch, licking his lips again before he slid Draco's trousers off of him and swallowed thickly.
Draco was wearing green silk boxers that were very obviously straining with his erection. He kicked off the trousers and then slid his own hands down to work on the front of Harry's jeans.
Harry kissed Draco again, thumbs in the waistband of his boxers.
Draco frowned, pulling away from Harry's face to see if he could figure out how the strange Muggle trousers worked.
Harry smiled and leaned back a bit, reaching down to pull the zipper of his jeans himself.
Draco used both hands to gently slide both trousers and shorts down Harry's legs, bending to one knee as he did. He looked up at Harry, smiling.
Harry took in a slightly sharp breath, his cock bobbing as his clothes were removed. He met Draco's eyes, still flushed, but very aroused now.
"Step out of them," Draco instructed, licking his lips at both Harry's expression and the cock now inches from his own face.
Harry nodded and did so, standing in only his socks now. He kicked the trousers and underwear away, his cock bobbing again.
Draco decided to leave the socks for now. He was still kneeling as he ran his hands up Harry's legs, watching his reaction.
Harry let out a small moan, unable to help it. He breathed quickly, his heart racing.
Draco's hands continued up Harry's thighs to his hips, tracing the line of them. Eyes never leaving Harry's face, he brought one hand in to gently run his fingers up over the man's cock.
"God," Harry whispered. He wondered, in the very back of his mind, if he seemed stupid getting so turned on by such a simple touch, but he didn't care too terribly much in that moment.
Draco grinned, gently running fingers back down and then caressing the soft sac of Harry's balls.
Harry breathed even faster as Draco touched him in a very sensitive spot. He reached out and gently placed a hand on top of Draco's head.
Draco noted each reaction, memorising the touches that pleased Harry. He wrapped his fingers around his shaft and slid the foreskin back to reveal the glistening head.
Harry swallowed yet again, licking his lips again as well. "God," he said, voice more strained.
"Beautiful," Draco whispered, his breath blowing over the sensitive flesh.
Harry sucked in a breath of his own, trembling in delicious anticipation.
Draco moistened his lips and leaned forward to gently lick over that red, shining flesh.
"Fuck," Harry whimpered, watching Draco intently. He had imagined this so many times over the last three weeks, Merlin, and it was good.
Draco smirked, thinking 'eventually', but said nothing. Instead, he responded by running his tongue in a circle around the crown of Harry's cock.
Harry's body twitched forward and he had to fight to keep his eyes from closing. Ginny had done this to him before, but he pushed her out of his mind, only wanting Draco.
Draco leaned back a bit, looking up. "Do you like me on my knees like this?" he asked in a husky voice.
"Yeah," Harry answered breathlessly, nodding. He wanted to add, I'd like it better with your mouth on my cock, but he didn't.
Draco nodded, eyes glittering mischievously as he brought his lips slowly sliding over that head.
Harry's head fell back and he tightened his fingers in Draco's hair.
Draco liked the hand in his hair and hummed appreciatively. He took more of Harry's cock into his mouth, using his tongue as he did. It had been a long time since he had done this with anyone.
"Amazing," Harry moaned. "Draco, amazing." And it was amazing. That tongue.
Draco continued to suck and lick, totally enjoying the taste and texture. Harry's encouragements thrilled him and made his own cock twitch.
Harry swallowed, his toes curling as Draco sucked him. He was so hot and getting hotter, his blood rushing. "Fuck," he moaned again.
Draco trembled, breathing through his nose as he slid Harry's cock deeper, until he could feel it in his throat.
Harry's eyes snapped open wide and he looked down, just to make sure he was really feeling his cock that far inside Draco's mouth. Ginny had never done that to him before. "Oh, shit," he let out, chest heaving. "Fuck, shit, God!"
Draco began a rhythm that allowed him to deep-throat Harry's cock, breathing when he pulled back and then pressing down again.
Harry would not be able to hold out much longer, not much longer at all. His fingers in Draco's hair tightened further and he gasped, very, very close to coming.
Draco could feel Harry's body tighten and knew what that meant. He took a deep breath, preparing to swallow him.
"Draco!" Harry shouted, throwing his head back again as he began to shoot his seed into Draco's mouth, his body spasming. His legs wobbled and he grabbed the bedpost to make sure he didn't fall.
Draco pulled back enough to allow Harry's seed to fill his mouth, swallowing quickly and continuing to suck as he did.
Harry twitched and panted. "Draco," he breathed. "Merlin, Draco."
Draco licked and swallowed until he was sure Harry was spent, before slowly releasing him. He grinned up at the other man.
"Merlin," Harry said again, staring down at Draco. His eyes were half closed but it did nothing to hide the amazement on his face. "You are very good at that."
"A bit out of practise," Draco admitted, smirking. "But I would love a chance to get better again."
"You can do that," Harry panted, still breathless, "whenever you like."
"Every day would work for me," Draco whispered, still looking up at Harry with open desire.
"Come here," Harry told him, tugging on blond strands.
Draco got to his feet, still licking his lips and savouring the taste of Harry there.