Divorce, disaster and denial

Ok, I have one reviewer for Percy topping, one for Draco.

I think I like Percy topping Draco, so you get that. Later in the story I will let Draco fuck Percy, but not this time.

Hope you enjoy, I went a bit wild in writing this one.

This chapter is dedicated to all my reviewers. This one is especially for you.

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Draco and Percy Apparated straight into the bedroom of the Parisian apartment. Draco smirked at his husband and pulled him into the ensuite bathroom. Amethyst, the house elf they had chosen to accompany them, had already drawn them a bath. Draco leaned forwards and kissed Percy while slowly pulling of his clothes, Percy affording Draco the same treatment, until all their clothes lay strewn across the tiled floor.

They entered the tub and Draco pulled Percy back against him, leaning his back into his chest. He grabbed the sponge and used it to trickle water down his lovers chest. Percy giggled.

“There’s my man. I love that giggle,” Draco said, tilting Percy’s head onto his shoulder so he could nibble at his ear.

Percy moaned. “Tease,” he gasped as Draco pinched one of his nipples. Without warning, Percy flipped so he was between Draco’s legs facing him, their erections sliding against each other.

“Look who’s talking,” Draco moaned, kissing Percy with everything he had. All too soon, Percy pulled away from him and slid to the opposite end of the tub. “That’s not fair.”

“Deal with it,” Percy said, and launched the sponge at Draco, hitting him squarely in the face. They launched into a water fight, which ended in Percy being dunked by Draco. He came up spluttering, splashing water at Draco.

Draco laughed until Percy pulled him in and kissed him fiercely. Draco found himself being pulled into Percy’s arms and a floral scent shampoo massaged into his scalp. Percy used the slickness of the bubbles to caress the back of Draco’s neck and behind his ears, making Draco’s eyes flutter shut and his mouth drop open.

Percy gently rinsed the shampoo out of his husbands hair before being afforded the same treatment.

Once they were done with the mutual washing and the caresses and kisses, they climbed out of the bath and towelled each other off. If either noticed that the other was hard as a rock they said nothing, nor was any indication made that they had noticed.

They moved to the bedroom and Percy pushed Draco onto the bed. He then bent to his trunk and pulled out a small bag. He dropped this onto the bed next to his husband and straddled him.

He leant down and kissed the blonde, slowly, deeply, distracting him with the kiss. As Draco arched into Percy running his hands along his arms, the kiss ended and Draco found that he was bound to the headboard by long ropes.

“Percy, what is this?” Draco said, half nervous, half unbelievably turned on.

“This is me showing you exactly what I want to do with you. And you not being able to stop me,” Percy said as he grabbed the bag, sitting back on Draco’s legs.

Out of the bag came a pair of nipple clamps, and Draco could hardly breathe through the need that he had to suddenly be the one wearing them.

Percy was never this dominant in the bedroom, or anywhere in their lives for that matter. This was new, and it amazed Draco that after sixteen years together, Percy could still surprise him.

Draco moaned as his husband licked his nipples, biting and sucking until they were as hard as Percy could get them, and then Draco screamed in abandon as the clamps were fastened and tightened around the hard nubs.

Percy smiled wickedly, a smile that was worthy of the name he now held, and pulled out a bottle of lemon massage oil from the bag. Draco squirmed in anticipation, but was badly disappointed when Percy placed it on the green bed sheets.

Suddenly, Draco found himself blindfolded. He felt Percy move off of the bed and he heard a fire being lit in the grate. And then the delicious crawl of a fresh cool breeze across his sensitised skin as Percy opened one of the windows a crack.

Then there was a dip in the mattress and Draco felt his husband pulling not so gently on the chains attached to the clamps. Draco was about to scream when his mouth was assaulted by the passionate, all consuming, time stopping kiss of his mate.

Then the pain of the clamps was gone. The clamps had been removed and replaced by the mouth of his lover.

Draco was turned over onto his front, his erection lovingly arranged by his mate to rest between his stomach and the sheets. He gasped as the massage oil was applied to his back, cold and sudden. Percy’s hand’s joined it and soon it was warm and soothing, Percy gently moving his hands in circles, rolling his thumbs into knotted joints.

Percy finished up the massage with long sweeping strokes along Draco’s back before turning him back over. Draco wore a silly satisfied smile that Percy couldn’t help but admire for a moment.

It was things like that smile, things that only Percy got to see that had made him fall so hard for the blonde. The Malfoy’s guarded themselves, and Draco had taken private tuition in the art of keeping it all under control. Percy felt a deep satisfaction that he was the only one who got to see Draco like this, see him completely out of control.

He kissed Draco deeply before moving his kiss down the blonde, to his neck and collarbone (a particularly sensitive spot), to his nipples and still lower, to his well sculptured abdomen and still lower, leaving small love bites, bruises, teeth marks all the way down the pale skin like a map of where he’d been.

Draco was rapidly loosing his composure, knowing that it was only a matter of time before he started begging. Only fair, he thought, considering the amount of time he spends begging me.

Percy dipped his tongue into Draco’s navel as his oil slicked hand enclosed his husband’s erection. Draco arched off the bed and tugged at the restraints, calling out his lovers name in a heady breathless whisper that went straight to Percy’s cock.

He licked and nipped at Draco’s navel a few times before slowly, agonisingly slowly, licking a path downwards. Percy decided to take pity on his lover. In one move he used his wand to vanish the ropes and the blindfold, encased Draco’s manhood in his mouth and dropped his hand to Draco’s bollocks.

Draco’s eyes snapped open as he screamed his pleasure and he was amazed to see the sun had set, the open window showed a perfect view of the constellation he was named after. Had they really been at this that long? Draco momentarily managed to get his brain to function and he noticed that the room was filled with candles, giving a warm glow to the room. But most amazing of all to Draco was Percy happily sucking him off.

“Oh god, Percy…..” Draco moaned as Percy deep throated him. He tangled his fingers in the flaming locks and lost his ability to speak, move, blink, even breathe as Percy began to hum and swallow around him. Everything that was building up inside of him suddenly exploded, and he came harder than he ever had from a blowjob.

He lay boneless on the bed as Percy swallowed his seed and released his dick, crawling up the bed to kiss him, letting him taste himself on his lovers tongue.

“You ok?” Percy asked, nuzzling Draco’s neck.

“Fuck yes. I just need a minute here,” Draco said in a hoarse croak, earning a chuckle from Percy. As Draco was finally able to open his eyes again, he realised that Percy was holding a bottle of lube and was nibbling on one of his nipples. “Perce, top me? Please?”

Percy looked up and smiled, moving up to kiss his husband as he spread his legs, settling between them. Draco’s erection began to renew itself at the feel of his husbands heavy sex pressing against his thigh.

Draco needed no more foreplay, he couldn’t handle it. He reached between them and grabbed Percy’s prick, looking deep into his eyes.

Percy got the picture and, with a moan as Draco relinquished his hold on his member, he opened the lube and coated his fingers in it.

His hand snaked down towards Draco’s ring of muscle that he so few times breeched. It wasn’t that Percy didn’t like to top, he did, there was nothing better than fucking Draco into the mattress. Nothing except Draco doing it to him.

He circled Draco’s hole and added a little more pressure with each turn until he slid two fingers in, Draco gasping at the intrusion and the delightful stretch that came with it. Percy scissored his fingers, loosening Draco. Draco wrapped his arms around his lover and thrust back against the fingers, and was rewarded with another finger.

The three fingers moved inside him, twisting and stretching, scissoring and caressing, until Percy brushed against that happy, thank you god spot deep inside him. He cried out and urged Percy on.

“Fucking hell!! Do it Perce!! Fuck me, please!! I’m ready, baby, I’m ready for you!!” Draco cried, kissing Percy’s shoulder between each moaned statement and plea, not noticing the endearment he had used.

He whimpered at the loss of the fingers against his sweet spot, and then gasped as a few moments later he felt Percy’s ‘little god’ at his entrance. He gave Percy’s shoulder a little bite and Percy thrust in, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke.

He leant down and captured Draco’s mouth in a possessive kiss as he began to thrust.

He tried to keep it slow, tried to take his time, but when the love of his life wrapped his legs around him, he lost all semblance of reason or control. He began thrusting deeper and faster, harder and changing angle until he hit that spot over and over again, with every thrust.

Draco couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel and try desperately to cling to something solid, something constant through this storm of pleasure: Percy.

His arms and legs were wrapped around his lover, Percy nipping at Draco’s throat and shoulders as he moved, every few minutes kissing Draco, snaking his tongue inside his mouth.

Deeper and deeper, harder and faster Percy thrust, Draco meeting him move for move of his hips. Two bodies glistening with sweat and lemon oil, moving as one single being in the golden glow of the candles and fire.

It was when Draco raked his fingernails down Percy’s back, sank his teeth into his shoulder and screamed did Percy feel his lover tighten around him, a hot wetness spurting between them and it was all too much. He could take no more, he screamed Draco’s name in abandon, thrust wildly and without rhythm into his mate and came within mere seconds of his lover.

They lay there, their hearts pounding, their bodies joined. They couldn’t have moved even if they had wanted to.

They were spent, they were done. And they were content to just lay there, connected, slowly coming down from the ceiling.

Well, content for a little while anyways.

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So, what did you think? I admit I was tired when I wrote this so I had to rush through writing it, but I hope you all like it.

Next chapter is the wedding you’ve been waiting for: Lucius and Harry. This one will take a few days, because I have a resit essay due at the end of the month, so I’m gonna try and get that out the way.

I’m off, until next time, please review or rate, just let me know what you think.