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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
Chapters:
36
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40,013
Reviews:
227
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2
Currently Reading:
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Feeling Our Way in the Dark
Chapter Number/Total: 14/36
Chapter Title: Feeling Our Way in the Dark
Words: 1908 Words
"So, how do we ... do this ... without magic?" Draco asked, mouth suddenly dry as he stood looking down at Harry. "I mean, do you have oil or something?"
"Uhm ...." Harry thought for a long moment. "I guess I have some in my trunk ... if I knew where they put it."
Draco pointed to Harry's trunk at the foot of the other man's bed. "Probably in there then," he answered.
"But where?" he managed, sounding frustrated.
Draco was about to snap at Harry to just look when he realised the problem. He went to the trunk, opened it and looked for the lube until he found a small bottle. "Found it," he said.
Harry nodded, getting on the bed and waiting for Draco. "Come on," he beckoned.
Draco walked over and stood looking down at him. "For a man who is in such a hurry, you are wearing a lot of clothes," Draco observed, since he was still naked from his bath.
"Oh, I forgot," Harry said and began to undress, pulling off his shirt first, then lying back and pushing down the shorts he was wearing.
Draco watched Harry strip and his cock, which had softened, stirred with new interest.
"Draco?" Harry said, pushing the clothes off the bed.
"Yes," he said quietly.
"Where are you?" Harry asked, making more room for him.
"Still standing here, watching you," Draco said quietly. "Always watching you."
"Come here, Draco," he replied, opening his arms.
Draco hesitated and then climbed into the bed. He noticed how his new muscles made this feel different, like it did everything. He moved even more gracefully than before. Not that anyone could see that, but it felt good to move so well. He knelt on the bed next to Harry, not reaching for him. He still had no idea what he should do with his claws.
Harry moved closer again, taking one of Draco's hands. He ran his fingers down and over the claws, tilting his head curiously. "Are they really sharp?" he asked, just as he ran his thumb over the edge of one. A small drop of blood blossomed and Harry hummed, sucking on his thumb. "Sharp," he said. "That's okay."
"Harry," Draco gasped, "maybe this isn't a good idea ...."
"No, no, it's fine," he said, moving close and wrapping his arms around Draco's neck again. "I want to."
When Harry put his arms around him, pressing against his body, Draco shuddered again, hands curling as he struggled with what to do with them. "Harry," he asked, "do you have your Quidditch gear here? The gloves?"
"The trunk," he answered.
"Let me get them," Draco said, climbing out of bed again to find the gloves. He slid a hand into one. They were tight but he got his hand in. He climbed back into bed. "Here help me put the other one on," he said.
Harry blinked, wondering if Draco honestly remembered his one problem. He crawled forward anyway and reached to help him put it on.
"Harry," he said, pressing the glove into Harry's hand, "hold this, like so." Then he slid his hand into the glove. "It might feel odd, but at least I won't accidentally hurt you this way."
"You can keep them. I don't think I'll be using them again," he replied.
Draco froze, forgetting that this was a reminder, for both of them, of what they couldn't do any more. "Well, not a lot of openings for one-eyed Seekers either," he said.
Harry shook his head and didn't answer, not wanting to talk about it. It was still a sore spot for him.
Draco couldn't feel much with the gloves on, but now he could at least wrap his arms around Harry, which is exactly what he did.
Harry sighed, leaning into the embrace. He didn't want to think about flying or anything else that he couldn't do anymore.
"So now that I am willing to let you have your way with me," Draco whispered, "what will that be?"
"You wanted me to fuck you, right?" Harry asked quietly, tilting his head back.
"Yes," Draco breathed the word quietly, aroused by both Harry's proximity and his words. "We didn't get to do that, before."
"I want to ... but ...." He bit his lip, remembering what happened. "I don't want to hurt you."
"How would it hurt me?" Draco asked, genuinely puzzled.
"Because the last time," he whispered, not wanting to go on.
"Because of what Father did?" Draco asked.
Harry nodded slowly.
"Yet, you still want me," Draco said, shaking his head in confusion. "A maimed, disfigured, part-monster Death Eater who had an incestuous relationship with his own father?" There was so much self-hate in his voice that he growled as much as he spoke.
"None of it was your fault. And I do still want you," Harry answered quietly.
"So why do you think I wouldn't want you after what my father did?" Draco asked.
"Because you were in pain and ... I don't want to do that to you," he said softly.
"I did that to you, hurt you that way," Draco pointed out.
"But, it's different. That was all an act. I'll try it, but if it hurts, tell me, okay?"
"I know I should just shut up and let you fuck me." Draco laughed. "But, didn't it hurt, even if you agreed to it?"
"A little," he lied, shrugging.
Draco tensed. "I can practically smell a lie now," he said.
"Okay, it did hurt. A lot," he said quickly, "but it's still different."
"Yes, it is," he said. "Which is why it would be different if you fucked me," he said, still sounding tense.
Harry nodded. "Then let me."
Draco shivered, looking into those green eyes. They couldn't see him, but he could still read Harry's emotions in them. They were genuine; Harry wanted this. "Yes," Draco replied in a low voice.
"Okay ... uhm, lie back, I guess," he started, blushing at how nervous he was beginning to get.
"On my back or on my stomach?" Draco asked, his voice husky as he realised that Harry was going to go through with it.
"Do you want to see me?" he asked, sitting back.
"Yes," Draco said, lying down on his back and spreading himself for Harry. "All yours now," he said.
Harry moved forward, stopping when he touched Draco's leg. "Where's the tube?" he asked, breathing harder.
"Next to you on the bed," Draco answered, after looking around for it.
Harry found it after a couple of minutes of searching, feeling a bit embarrassed that it took him so long. He flicked open the cap and squeezed a bit on his fingers then paused. "Uhm ...."
"Yes?" Draco answered, still lying on his back.
"Nothing," he murmured, using his other hand to trail down Draco's stomach and down to his cock. He nodded to himself then used the fingers with the lube on them to reach back and circle his entrance.
Draco shivered as Harry touched him, the warmth of his hands leaving a trail of fire down his body. He had longed for this for so long that it didn't seem real yet. He kept his eye on him, watching Harry explore his body.
Harry gently pushed a fingertip inside of him, wishing he could see Draco's face just this once.
"Yes, oh, yes," Draco gasped, pulling his knees up so that he was even more spread for Harry.
Encouraged by Draco's words, Harry pushed the rest of his finger inside, gasping at the tightness. "How does it fit?" he mumbled to himself, moving the finger in and out.
Breathing deep, Draco tried to relax, letting that finger bring him pleasure. "Slowly at first," he explained, "and when relaxed enough, you work in another until you think you can fit."
Harry nodded, understanding. He moved that finger a few more times before he slowly pressed a second one in, biting his lip.
"Yes, Harry," Draco gasped. "You are so beautiful."
Harry blushed, slowly beginning to stretch him. He was pressing his own cock into the bed, the friction making him moan.
"Yes, you are going to feel so good inside me," Draco whispered fiercely. His hands gripped the bed covers, the leather of the gloves the only thing that kept him from shredding them with his claws.
That made Harry blush harder as he pressed a third finger into Draco, wondering how he looked like this. "Almost ready ...." He sighed.
"Yes, ready," Draco agreed, lifting his hips. "Please fuck me, Harry."
Harry went on for a few more minutes before he pulled back, picking up the tube and squeezing more in his hand. "Can you guide me?" he whispered, slicking himself up.
"How?" Draco gasped. "Feel me, find me and fill me!"
Harry bit his lip at the gasp, moving forward and positioning himself. He felt a bit strange doing it without seeing, but once he began to press in, that all went away.
Draco moaned as the slick head of Harry's cock pressed inside him. "Yes, oh, yes!" he cried out.
Harry groaned, sinking in the rest of the way. "So good," he gasped, shuddering at the tightness around him.
Harry's cock was thick and felt so full inside him, sending ripples of pleasure through his entire body. Draco tried to breathe, to adjust and speak again.
"Are you okay?" Harry managed, pressing his forehead against Draco's chest.
Draco's hands clenched in the gloves, desperately wanting to run fingers through Harry's thick hair and stroke his skin. "Yes," he breathed out shakily, "please, more."
"Good ..." Harry groaned, sitting up and pulling out a bit. Before he knew it, he had built a steady rhythm, leaning over Draco and kissing the skin of his chest every other thrust.
Draco arched up, meeting his thrusts and starting to growl low in his throat. It was not like any sound he could have made before, and it made his body seem to vibrate with it.
Harry began to thrust as hard as he could, feeling the strange vibrations go through Draco's body and into his. He shivered, his fingers digging into his skin as he felt himself get closer. "Close," he whispered.
"Touch ... my ... cock," Draco managed to growl out.
Harry reached and quickly wrapped his hand around Draco's cock, stroking him along with his thrusts.
With a loud growl, Draco came, back arching and hands trying to claw the bed.
Harry thrust one last time before he came with a groan, squeezing his eyes shut.
Warmth flooded inside him as Draco felt Harry come, his own orgasm still leaving him shuddering under him.
Harry pulled out and fell on top of Draco, sighing as he cuddled close. "God."
"Mmhmm," Draco hummed, bringing his arms around Harry and relaxing. He couldn't remember if he ever felt this relaxed before.
Harry moved up and buried his face in Draco's neck, breathing in deeply. "Blankets," he murmured, feeling a slight draft.
"You're on top," Draco told him sleepily. "No wands. Have to get them by hand." He was definitely having trouble stringing words together to form sentences. He smirked. Harry had just fucked him senseless.
"Keep me warm then," he replied, shrugging.
"You feel so good inside me," Draco murmured, "and beside me."
Harry blushed and nodded, already dozing off. "Your turn next time," he whispered.
Chapter Title: Feeling Our Way in the Dark
Words: 1908 Words
"So, how do we ... do this ... without magic?" Draco asked, mouth suddenly dry as he stood looking down at Harry. "I mean, do you have oil or something?"
"Uhm ...." Harry thought for a long moment. "I guess I have some in my trunk ... if I knew where they put it."
Draco pointed to Harry's trunk at the foot of the other man's bed. "Probably in there then," he answered.
"But where?" he managed, sounding frustrated.
Draco was about to snap at Harry to just look when he realised the problem. He went to the trunk, opened it and looked for the lube until he found a small bottle. "Found it," he said.
Harry nodded, getting on the bed and waiting for Draco. "Come on," he beckoned.
Draco walked over and stood looking down at him. "For a man who is in such a hurry, you are wearing a lot of clothes," Draco observed, since he was still naked from his bath.
"Oh, I forgot," Harry said and began to undress, pulling off his shirt first, then lying back and pushing down the shorts he was wearing.
Draco watched Harry strip and his cock, which had softened, stirred with new interest.
"Draco?" Harry said, pushing the clothes off the bed.
"Yes," he said quietly.
"Where are you?" Harry asked, making more room for him.
"Still standing here, watching you," Draco said quietly. "Always watching you."
"Come here, Draco," he replied, opening his arms.
Draco hesitated and then climbed into the bed. He noticed how his new muscles made this feel different, like it did everything. He moved even more gracefully than before. Not that anyone could see that, but it felt good to move so well. He knelt on the bed next to Harry, not reaching for him. He still had no idea what he should do with his claws.
Harry moved closer again, taking one of Draco's hands. He ran his fingers down and over the claws, tilting his head curiously. "Are they really sharp?" he asked, just as he ran his thumb over the edge of one. A small drop of blood blossomed and Harry hummed, sucking on his thumb. "Sharp," he said. "That's okay."
"Harry," Draco gasped, "maybe this isn't a good idea ...."
"No, no, it's fine," he said, moving close and wrapping his arms around Draco's neck again. "I want to."
When Harry put his arms around him, pressing against his body, Draco shuddered again, hands curling as he struggled with what to do with them. "Harry," he asked, "do you have your Quidditch gear here? The gloves?"
"The trunk," he answered.
"Let me get them," Draco said, climbing out of bed again to find the gloves. He slid a hand into one. They were tight but he got his hand in. He climbed back into bed. "Here help me put the other one on," he said.
Harry blinked, wondering if Draco honestly remembered his one problem. He crawled forward anyway and reached to help him put it on.
"Harry," he said, pressing the glove into Harry's hand, "hold this, like so." Then he slid his hand into the glove. "It might feel odd, but at least I won't accidentally hurt you this way."
"You can keep them. I don't think I'll be using them again," he replied.
Draco froze, forgetting that this was a reminder, for both of them, of what they couldn't do any more. "Well, not a lot of openings for one-eyed Seekers either," he said.
Harry shook his head and didn't answer, not wanting to talk about it. It was still a sore spot for him.
Draco couldn't feel much with the gloves on, but now he could at least wrap his arms around Harry, which is exactly what he did.
Harry sighed, leaning into the embrace. He didn't want to think about flying or anything else that he couldn't do anymore.
"So now that I am willing to let you have your way with me," Draco whispered, "what will that be?"
"You wanted me to fuck you, right?" Harry asked quietly, tilting his head back.
"Yes," Draco breathed the word quietly, aroused by both Harry's proximity and his words. "We didn't get to do that, before."
"I want to ... but ...." He bit his lip, remembering what happened. "I don't want to hurt you."
"How would it hurt me?" Draco asked, genuinely puzzled.
"Because the last time," he whispered, not wanting to go on.
"Because of what Father did?" Draco asked.
Harry nodded slowly.
"Yet, you still want me," Draco said, shaking his head in confusion. "A maimed, disfigured, part-monster Death Eater who had an incestuous relationship with his own father?" There was so much self-hate in his voice that he growled as much as he spoke.
"None of it was your fault. And I do still want you," Harry answered quietly.
"So why do you think I wouldn't want you after what my father did?" Draco asked.
"Because you were in pain and ... I don't want to do that to you," he said softly.
"I did that to you, hurt you that way," Draco pointed out.
"But, it's different. That was all an act. I'll try it, but if it hurts, tell me, okay?"
"I know I should just shut up and let you fuck me." Draco laughed. "But, didn't it hurt, even if you agreed to it?"
"A little," he lied, shrugging.
Draco tensed. "I can practically smell a lie now," he said.
"Okay, it did hurt. A lot," he said quickly, "but it's still different."
"Yes, it is," he said. "Which is why it would be different if you fucked me," he said, still sounding tense.
Harry nodded. "Then let me."
Draco shivered, looking into those green eyes. They couldn't see him, but he could still read Harry's emotions in them. They were genuine; Harry wanted this. "Yes," Draco replied in a low voice.
"Okay ... uhm, lie back, I guess," he started, blushing at how nervous he was beginning to get.
"On my back or on my stomach?" Draco asked, his voice husky as he realised that Harry was going to go through with it.
"Do you want to see me?" he asked, sitting back.
"Yes," Draco said, lying down on his back and spreading himself for Harry. "All yours now," he said.
Harry moved forward, stopping when he touched Draco's leg. "Where's the tube?" he asked, breathing harder.
"Next to you on the bed," Draco answered, after looking around for it.
Harry found it after a couple of minutes of searching, feeling a bit embarrassed that it took him so long. He flicked open the cap and squeezed a bit on his fingers then paused. "Uhm ...."
"Yes?" Draco answered, still lying on his back.
"Nothing," he murmured, using his other hand to trail down Draco's stomach and down to his cock. He nodded to himself then used the fingers with the lube on them to reach back and circle his entrance.
Draco shivered as Harry touched him, the warmth of his hands leaving a trail of fire down his body. He had longed for this for so long that it didn't seem real yet. He kept his eye on him, watching Harry explore his body.
Harry gently pushed a fingertip inside of him, wishing he could see Draco's face just this once.
"Yes, oh, yes," Draco gasped, pulling his knees up so that he was even more spread for Harry.
Encouraged by Draco's words, Harry pushed the rest of his finger inside, gasping at the tightness. "How does it fit?" he mumbled to himself, moving the finger in and out.
Breathing deep, Draco tried to relax, letting that finger bring him pleasure. "Slowly at first," he explained, "and when relaxed enough, you work in another until you think you can fit."
Harry nodded, understanding. He moved that finger a few more times before he slowly pressed a second one in, biting his lip.
"Yes, Harry," Draco gasped. "You are so beautiful."
Harry blushed, slowly beginning to stretch him. He was pressing his own cock into the bed, the friction making him moan.
"Yes, you are going to feel so good inside me," Draco whispered fiercely. His hands gripped the bed covers, the leather of the gloves the only thing that kept him from shredding them with his claws.
That made Harry blush harder as he pressed a third finger into Draco, wondering how he looked like this. "Almost ready ...." He sighed.
"Yes, ready," Draco agreed, lifting his hips. "Please fuck me, Harry."
Harry went on for a few more minutes before he pulled back, picking up the tube and squeezing more in his hand. "Can you guide me?" he whispered, slicking himself up.
"How?" Draco gasped. "Feel me, find me and fill me!"
Harry bit his lip at the gasp, moving forward and positioning himself. He felt a bit strange doing it without seeing, but once he began to press in, that all went away.
Draco moaned as the slick head of Harry's cock pressed inside him. "Yes, oh, yes!" he cried out.
Harry groaned, sinking in the rest of the way. "So good," he gasped, shuddering at the tightness around him.
Harry's cock was thick and felt so full inside him, sending ripples of pleasure through his entire body. Draco tried to breathe, to adjust and speak again.
"Are you okay?" Harry managed, pressing his forehead against Draco's chest.
Draco's hands clenched in the gloves, desperately wanting to run fingers through Harry's thick hair and stroke his skin. "Yes," he breathed out shakily, "please, more."
"Good ..." Harry groaned, sitting up and pulling out a bit. Before he knew it, he had built a steady rhythm, leaning over Draco and kissing the skin of his chest every other thrust.
Draco arched up, meeting his thrusts and starting to growl low in his throat. It was not like any sound he could have made before, and it made his body seem to vibrate with it.
Harry began to thrust as hard as he could, feeling the strange vibrations go through Draco's body and into his. He shivered, his fingers digging into his skin as he felt himself get closer. "Close," he whispered.
"Touch ... my ... cock," Draco managed to growl out.
Harry reached and quickly wrapped his hand around Draco's cock, stroking him along with his thrusts.
With a loud growl, Draco came, back arching and hands trying to claw the bed.
Harry thrust one last time before he came with a groan, squeezing his eyes shut.
Warmth flooded inside him as Draco felt Harry come, his own orgasm still leaving him shuddering under him.
Harry pulled out and fell on top of Draco, sighing as he cuddled close. "God."
"Mmhmm," Draco hummed, bringing his arms around Harry and relaxing. He couldn't remember if he ever felt this relaxed before.
Harry moved up and buried his face in Draco's neck, breathing in deeply. "Blankets," he murmured, feeling a slight draft.
"You're on top," Draco told him sleepily. "No wands. Have to get them by hand." He was definitely having trouble stringing words together to form sentences. He smirked. Harry had just fucked him senseless.
"Keep me warm then," he replied, shrugging.
"You feel so good inside me," Draco murmured, "and beside me."
Harry blushed and nodded, already dozing off. "Your turn next time," he whispered.