A Love So Belated
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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44
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46,663
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358
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Chapter 13: Taste of Vanilla
Chapter Number/Total: 13/44
Chapter Title: Taste of Vanilla
Words: 2074 Words
Harry moved forward and kissed Draco softly. "I ... don't know how good I'll be, but ... I'll return the favour, if you like," he offered quietly.
Draco kissed him back eagerly, whispering, "Yes, please," in response, and moving to pull Harry onto the bed.
Harry allowed himself to be pulled. He was nervous again, Merlin, how could he not be after Draco's performance? But he would try his best.
Draco lay down and drew Harry down with him.
Harry brought his mouth to Draco's again and moved his fingers down to trail along the top of his shorts. He tugged gently, running his tongue along Draco's lips.
Draco arched his hips up, helping Harry remove his shorts and gasping at the kisses.
Harry pulled the underwear off, leaning back to do so. He dropped them off the side of the bed and then stared at Draco, at his erection. He bit his lip. He had absolutely no experience here, but then again, he hadn't with Ginny at first either, right? But Draco was ... rather well-endowed. Not super big, but definitely as big as Harry was himself. Probably about average, but it looked much larger to Harry. He swallowed a bit and then bent to lay a kiss to Draco's collarbone, reaching to stroke his side with his right hand.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, trembling at the touch.
Harry smiled, continuing downwards. He kissed some of the scars gently and then circled a nipple with his tongue. Ginny seemed to like it when he did that but, of course, it was very different with her.
Draco's nipples hardened and he moaned.
Harry nipped a little bit with his teeth, his hand on Draco's side turning inward to lightly slide along the hair that started at his belly button.
"Oh, yes," Draco encouraged, trying to hold still and let it happen.
Harry continued down further, licking a line down the centre of Draco's chest and then swirling his tongue along his navel. His hand moved lower, too, fingers spreading through the thicker blond curls.
"Gods, yes," Draco gasped, hands grasping the bedspread as his body shuddered.
Harry finally took Draco's shaft into his hand then, testing the feel and weight of it. He couldn't believe he was going to suck someone off, and he couldn't believe how much the thought of it turned him on, though he was definitely still nervous about it. What if he was crap at it? He shook his head a bit to clear it and his mouth followed his hand as he kissed the base of Draco's cock.
Draco reached his right hand down, lying it atop Harry's head, caressing his hair.
It was probably pretty pitiful that Harry was going to mirror Ginny's technique, but he knew he couldn't mirror Draco. Merlin, he really needed to stop thinking about her. He kissed Draco again, cupping his balls gently with his free hand to test the feel as he pulled foreskin back with the other, heart pounding.
"Yes, yes," Draco encouraged.
"Yes," Harry whispered in response, stroking Draco firmly and slowly. On his belly between Draco's spread limbs, he lifted his head to watch, legs bent at the knees and crossed in the air behind him.
"Oh, Harry," Draco murmured, looking down and watching him.
Harry hesitantly stuck his tongue out, curious, and caught a drop of pre-come. It wasn't bad, and ... he thought it was actually pretty sexy. He'd wanted to try going down on Ginny before, but she wouldn't let him. She'd said she thought it was too weird for him to do that to her.
Just the barest touch of Harry's tongue made Draco moan and squirm, wanting more.
Harry smiled a bit at that. Then he took a rather large breath, almost trembling as he moved his lips over the head of Draco's cock, kissing it before he took it into his mouth.
Draco gasped and his fingers tightened in Harry's hair.
Harry sighed through his nose, sucking gently and using the tip of his tongue to smooth over the surface of Draco's cock and dip into the slit, lapping up more pre-come. This wasn't bad at all. In fact, it was pretty damn fantastic. Harry's body thrummed with the excitement of giving Draco pleasure.
"Oh, yes, oh Gods, Harry," Draco babbled. It had been so long since anyone had touched him. And for it to be Harry was so amazing, he felt like he was in a dream.
Harry was very glad he seemed to be going about this the right way. He slid his mouth down, meeting the top of his hand as he did. He let out a little sound, sucking a bit harder.
Draco moaned and pulled gently on Harry's hair. "Yes, Harry," he whispered.
Harry bobbed his head up and down the length of Draco's cock, making sure to cover his teeth, because he knew that didn't feel particularly good. He felt he was maybe a little clumsy, but Draco didn't seem to mind.
Draco began to thrash his head, trying to hold his hips still. He could feel his orgasm building. "Harry, yes, gonna come," he managed.
Harry moaned, nodding and moving faster, panting through his nose. He wanted Draco to come in his mouth, wanted to feel it and see the moment the man was pushed over the edge. He opened his eyes, looking up at him.
Draco cried out, his entire body shuddering as his seed pumped into Harry's mouth. His hand in Harry's hair was probably pulling too hard, but he was unaware of anything but pleasure.
Harry even liked the hair-pulling. He moaned again as he swallowed Draco's come, careful to get all of it inside. He sucked and licked like Draco had done, until the man was spent, and then laid little kisses against his skin, moving up to rain them down on his lower stomach.
Draco pulled on Harry's hair, reaching his other hand to help guide him as he moved up his body. "Yes, oh, Harry," he kept whispering.
Harry kissed until he reached Draco's lips and then kissed those, too.
Draco kissed Harry back, tasting himself in the other man's mouth as his body still shuddered in the aftermath of his orgasm.
Harry kissed and licked down the path he liked to take to Draco's throat, then he sighed, laying his head on his chest, feeling sated and very, very good.
Draco relaxed, content and sated as well. He petted Harry's hair with one hand and wrapped the other about him, holding him tight.
Harry smiled. "Very good," he said quietly.
"Bloody fantastic," Draco added with a small chuckle.
Harry hummed happily, going quiet for a few moments and listening to Draco's heartbeat. "You don't think your mum heard us, do you?" he asked, suddenly blushing furiously.
Draco laughed and shook his head.
Harry sighed again. "Good."
***
After being at Draco’s, Harry went back to the Burrow. Yes, he was supposed to be moving out. He was already all packed and had been so for a few days, but Mrs Weasley kept insisting that he stay, so he did. He knew he needed to move out soon – it was getting hard to come up with excuses to see Draco every day, and if he lived at his own place he wouldn’t need to come up with any excuses at all, but the fact remained that he loved it at the Weasleys’. He loved being around Ron, and Hermione when she came over, and Mrs Weasley was the best cook in the world, and Mr Weasley made him laugh, and he did still love Ginny, as strongly as he was feeling for Draco. He mostly didn’t like the thought of having no one to come home to except for Kreacher, no matter how much freedom Grimmauld Place would give him.
He walked into the kitchen as usual, but found Ron in the living room – reading a book of all things. “Hey,” he greeted, coming to sit down next to him.
“Hey,” Ron replied, closing the book and letting it fall carelessly to the floor. “Where were you?”
Harry shrugged. “Around."
Ron raised an eyebrow but shrugged as well. “Went to the shop today,” he said after a moment.
Harry winced slightly. “Did you?”
Ron nodded. Another moment passed.
“How’s he doing?”
“Better than the last time.” Yet another moment. “Did you know he hasn’t moved any of Fred’s things? Not even after all these months.”
Harry raised his eyebrows. “He hasn’t?”
“No. There were some dirty socks lying on the floor upstairs and I went to pick them up, but George almost went mad. He said they were Fred’s and not to touch them because Fred had left them there.”
Harry’s eyebrows stayed high on his forehead.
“It isn’t good for him. Being there alone,” Ron continued, shaking his head and looking to the floor. “He will go mad.”
Harry winced again.
“I don’t know why he doesn’t just move back home.”
Harry knew why, and Ron did, too. Mrs Weasley begged George to move back every time he came over, but he didn’t want to leave the shop. He hardly ever left the shop. He felt closer to Fred there.
“Anyway,” Ron said with a sigh, “I think I’m going to start going over there more – helping him out, you know? He really needs it.”
Harry nodded. “Yeah, that would probably help a lot,” he said.
“Yeah,” echoed Ron, nodding as well.
The two of them sat in silence for a minute, Ron staring into the flames of the fireplace. “Oh,” he said suddenly, looking back at Harry. “Ginny was looking for you.”
It took all Harry had not to wince again. “Was she?”
“Yeah, a while ago,” Ron answered. “She’s in her room. Should be awake still, it’s only nine.”
Harry nodded and remained seated.
Ron looked at him expectantly.
Harry still didn’t move, but then sighed, getting to his feet. “See you,” he said.
“Yeah,” Ron replied, picking up the book he’d dropped.
Harry turned and began making his way up the rickety old staircase, wondering if he should just pass up Ginny’s door, but then he sighed once again and stopped at her landing, bringing up a hand to knock gently.
“It’s open,” she called.
Harry turned the doorknob and entered into her room.
“Harry,” she said. “I was starting to wonder if you were ever going to come back again.”
He tried to smile and shrugged.
“Where were you?” she asked, sitting up straighter in her bed.
Harry came to sit next to her as usual. He opened his mouth, but she answered for him before he could get any sound out.
“Number twelve.”
Well, if that was what she thought … Harry nodded.
She sighed, pulling him against her and then down on top of her as she laid back.
Harry shifted.
“You’re really going to move over there?” she asked.
“Ginny, you know I am,” he answered. “Probably in the next few days actually.”
She frowned at him.
He let out a quiet huff.
“Fine. Fine,” she said, rolling her eyes. “You have to promise that you’ll come over here all the time, though, and that I can come over there.”
Harry rolled his eyes now. “Of course."
She lifted her head up then and kissed him, gently.
He kissed back, an automatic response.
She broke the kiss but then kissed him again, a little more firmly, and Harry knew what it meant. The usual guilt washed through him. Pull away, he thought. Pull away and tell her what’s really going on, but he couldn’t do it, and soon her lips were on his throat, and her hands were in his hair, and then they were naked and Harry felt so guilty he wanted to be sick. She wrapped her legs around his lower back as he thrust into her and she called his name softly. He brought a hand between them to bring her to completion, wanting to get it over with, and then she was calling out a little louder. He came too, of course he did, and then rested against her, his face turned toward the door and his eyes staring blankly.
She petted his sweaty hair gently, still breathing heavier than usual. “Kreacher sure does use a lot of that vanilla stuff,” she said after a few moments.
Harry closed his eyes. “Yeah,” he whispered.
Chapter Title: Taste of Vanilla
Words: 2074 Words
Harry moved forward and kissed Draco softly. "I ... don't know how good I'll be, but ... I'll return the favour, if you like," he offered quietly.
Draco kissed him back eagerly, whispering, "Yes, please," in response, and moving to pull Harry onto the bed.
Harry allowed himself to be pulled. He was nervous again, Merlin, how could he not be after Draco's performance? But he would try his best.
Draco lay down and drew Harry down with him.
Harry brought his mouth to Draco's again and moved his fingers down to trail along the top of his shorts. He tugged gently, running his tongue along Draco's lips.
Draco arched his hips up, helping Harry remove his shorts and gasping at the kisses.
Harry pulled the underwear off, leaning back to do so. He dropped them off the side of the bed and then stared at Draco, at his erection. He bit his lip. He had absolutely no experience here, but then again, he hadn't with Ginny at first either, right? But Draco was ... rather well-endowed. Not super big, but definitely as big as Harry was himself. Probably about average, but it looked much larger to Harry. He swallowed a bit and then bent to lay a kiss to Draco's collarbone, reaching to stroke his side with his right hand.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, trembling at the touch.
Harry smiled, continuing downwards. He kissed some of the scars gently and then circled a nipple with his tongue. Ginny seemed to like it when he did that but, of course, it was very different with her.
Draco's nipples hardened and he moaned.
Harry nipped a little bit with his teeth, his hand on Draco's side turning inward to lightly slide along the hair that started at his belly button.
"Oh, yes," Draco encouraged, trying to hold still and let it happen.
Harry continued down further, licking a line down the centre of Draco's chest and then swirling his tongue along his navel. His hand moved lower, too, fingers spreading through the thicker blond curls.
"Gods, yes," Draco gasped, hands grasping the bedspread as his body shuddered.
Harry finally took Draco's shaft into his hand then, testing the feel and weight of it. He couldn't believe he was going to suck someone off, and he couldn't believe how much the thought of it turned him on, though he was definitely still nervous about it. What if he was crap at it? He shook his head a bit to clear it and his mouth followed his hand as he kissed the base of Draco's cock.
Draco reached his right hand down, lying it atop Harry's head, caressing his hair.
It was probably pretty pitiful that Harry was going to mirror Ginny's technique, but he knew he couldn't mirror Draco. Merlin, he really needed to stop thinking about her. He kissed Draco again, cupping his balls gently with his free hand to test the feel as he pulled foreskin back with the other, heart pounding.
"Yes, yes," Draco encouraged.
"Yes," Harry whispered in response, stroking Draco firmly and slowly. On his belly between Draco's spread limbs, he lifted his head to watch, legs bent at the knees and crossed in the air behind him.
"Oh, Harry," Draco murmured, looking down and watching him.
Harry hesitantly stuck his tongue out, curious, and caught a drop of pre-come. It wasn't bad, and ... he thought it was actually pretty sexy. He'd wanted to try going down on Ginny before, but she wouldn't let him. She'd said she thought it was too weird for him to do that to her.
Just the barest touch of Harry's tongue made Draco moan and squirm, wanting more.
Harry smiled a bit at that. Then he took a rather large breath, almost trembling as he moved his lips over the head of Draco's cock, kissing it before he took it into his mouth.
Draco gasped and his fingers tightened in Harry's hair.
Harry sighed through his nose, sucking gently and using the tip of his tongue to smooth over the surface of Draco's cock and dip into the slit, lapping up more pre-come. This wasn't bad at all. In fact, it was pretty damn fantastic. Harry's body thrummed with the excitement of giving Draco pleasure.
"Oh, yes, oh Gods, Harry," Draco babbled. It had been so long since anyone had touched him. And for it to be Harry was so amazing, he felt like he was in a dream.
Harry was very glad he seemed to be going about this the right way. He slid his mouth down, meeting the top of his hand as he did. He let out a little sound, sucking a bit harder.
Draco moaned and pulled gently on Harry's hair. "Yes, Harry," he whispered.
Harry bobbed his head up and down the length of Draco's cock, making sure to cover his teeth, because he knew that didn't feel particularly good. He felt he was maybe a little clumsy, but Draco didn't seem to mind.
Draco began to thrash his head, trying to hold his hips still. He could feel his orgasm building. "Harry, yes, gonna come," he managed.
Harry moaned, nodding and moving faster, panting through his nose. He wanted Draco to come in his mouth, wanted to feel it and see the moment the man was pushed over the edge. He opened his eyes, looking up at him.
Draco cried out, his entire body shuddering as his seed pumped into Harry's mouth. His hand in Harry's hair was probably pulling too hard, but he was unaware of anything but pleasure.
Harry even liked the hair-pulling. He moaned again as he swallowed Draco's come, careful to get all of it inside. He sucked and licked like Draco had done, until the man was spent, and then laid little kisses against his skin, moving up to rain them down on his lower stomach.
Draco pulled on Harry's hair, reaching his other hand to help guide him as he moved up his body. "Yes, oh, Harry," he kept whispering.
Harry kissed until he reached Draco's lips and then kissed those, too.
Draco kissed Harry back, tasting himself in the other man's mouth as his body still shuddered in the aftermath of his orgasm.
Harry kissed and licked down the path he liked to take to Draco's throat, then he sighed, laying his head on his chest, feeling sated and very, very good.
Draco relaxed, content and sated as well. He petted Harry's hair with one hand and wrapped the other about him, holding him tight.
Harry smiled. "Very good," he said quietly.
"Bloody fantastic," Draco added with a small chuckle.
Harry hummed happily, going quiet for a few moments and listening to Draco's heartbeat. "You don't think your mum heard us, do you?" he asked, suddenly blushing furiously.
Draco laughed and shook his head.
Harry sighed again. "Good."
***
After being at Draco’s, Harry went back to the Burrow. Yes, he was supposed to be moving out. He was already all packed and had been so for a few days, but Mrs Weasley kept insisting that he stay, so he did. He knew he needed to move out soon – it was getting hard to come up with excuses to see Draco every day, and if he lived at his own place he wouldn’t need to come up with any excuses at all, but the fact remained that he loved it at the Weasleys’. He loved being around Ron, and Hermione when she came over, and Mrs Weasley was the best cook in the world, and Mr Weasley made him laugh, and he did still love Ginny, as strongly as he was feeling for Draco. He mostly didn’t like the thought of having no one to come home to except for Kreacher, no matter how much freedom Grimmauld Place would give him.
He walked into the kitchen as usual, but found Ron in the living room – reading a book of all things. “Hey,” he greeted, coming to sit down next to him.
“Hey,” Ron replied, closing the book and letting it fall carelessly to the floor. “Where were you?”
Harry shrugged. “Around."
Ron raised an eyebrow but shrugged as well. “Went to the shop today,” he said after a moment.
Harry winced slightly. “Did you?”
Ron nodded. Another moment passed.
“How’s he doing?”
“Better than the last time.” Yet another moment. “Did you know he hasn’t moved any of Fred’s things? Not even after all these months.”
Harry raised his eyebrows. “He hasn’t?”
“No. There were some dirty socks lying on the floor upstairs and I went to pick them up, but George almost went mad. He said they were Fred’s and not to touch them because Fred had left them there.”
Harry’s eyebrows stayed high on his forehead.
“It isn’t good for him. Being there alone,” Ron continued, shaking his head and looking to the floor. “He will go mad.”
Harry winced again.
“I don’t know why he doesn’t just move back home.”
Harry knew why, and Ron did, too. Mrs Weasley begged George to move back every time he came over, but he didn’t want to leave the shop. He hardly ever left the shop. He felt closer to Fred there.
“Anyway,” Ron said with a sigh, “I think I’m going to start going over there more – helping him out, you know? He really needs it.”
Harry nodded. “Yeah, that would probably help a lot,” he said.
“Yeah,” echoed Ron, nodding as well.
The two of them sat in silence for a minute, Ron staring into the flames of the fireplace. “Oh,” he said suddenly, looking back at Harry. “Ginny was looking for you.”
It took all Harry had not to wince again. “Was she?”
“Yeah, a while ago,” Ron answered. “She’s in her room. Should be awake still, it’s only nine.”
Harry nodded and remained seated.
Ron looked at him expectantly.
Harry still didn’t move, but then sighed, getting to his feet. “See you,” he said.
“Yeah,” Ron replied, picking up the book he’d dropped.
Harry turned and began making his way up the rickety old staircase, wondering if he should just pass up Ginny’s door, but then he sighed once again and stopped at her landing, bringing up a hand to knock gently.
“It’s open,” she called.
Harry turned the doorknob and entered into her room.
“Harry,” she said. “I was starting to wonder if you were ever going to come back again.”
He tried to smile and shrugged.
“Where were you?” she asked, sitting up straighter in her bed.
Harry came to sit next to her as usual. He opened his mouth, but she answered for him before he could get any sound out.
“Number twelve.”
Well, if that was what she thought … Harry nodded.
She sighed, pulling him against her and then down on top of her as she laid back.
Harry shifted.
“You’re really going to move over there?” she asked.
“Ginny, you know I am,” he answered. “Probably in the next few days actually.”
She frowned at him.
He let out a quiet huff.
“Fine. Fine,” she said, rolling her eyes. “You have to promise that you’ll come over here all the time, though, and that I can come over there.”
Harry rolled his eyes now. “Of course."
She lifted her head up then and kissed him, gently.
He kissed back, an automatic response.
She broke the kiss but then kissed him again, a little more firmly, and Harry knew what it meant. The usual guilt washed through him. Pull away, he thought. Pull away and tell her what’s really going on, but he couldn’t do it, and soon her lips were on his throat, and her hands were in his hair, and then they were naked and Harry felt so guilty he wanted to be sick. She wrapped her legs around his lower back as he thrust into her and she called his name softly. He brought a hand between them to bring her to completion, wanting to get it over with, and then she was calling out a little louder. He came too, of course he did, and then rested against her, his face turned toward the door and his eyes staring blankly.
She petted his sweaty hair gently, still breathing heavier than usual. “Kreacher sure does use a lot of that vanilla stuff,” she said after a few moments.
Harry closed his eyes. “Yeah,” he whispered.