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Soothing
Chapter Number/Total: 14/20
Chapter Title: Soothing
Words: 2930 Words
Betas: roonilwaz
Draco scooted up until his thighs were pressed against the backs of Harry's. He had to release the other man's cock to position himself, then he reached around Harry's waist to resume his caresses. "Are you ready?" he asked.
"Ready..." Harry whispered, forcing himself to relax for the sake of both of them. This was supposed to be his first time again and he wanted it to be nice. "Fuck me..."
Draco slid his fingers out. "Do you want it like this?" he asked. "Or face up?"
"Face up," Harry whispered, feeling empty all of a sudden. He wanted to see Draco’s face and memorize every detail.
Draco released Harry's cock and patted his arse. "Lie on your back then, but with a pillow under your hips," Draco said.
Harry grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and stuffed it under his hips, shifted onto his back, then looked up at Draco.
Draco's heart was beating fast. This did feel like a first for him. In fact, the only other time he had taken Harry facing him was during their ordeal. He moved up, sliding his hands up Harry's legs as he did.
Harry watched as Draco moved over him, breathing slowly and deeply to calm himself. This would be a perfect first time for him. This was how it should have been.
Draco licked his lips at the amazing sight of Harry spread and waiting for him. His hand was shaking slightly as he positioned himself. "Look at me," he whispered, watching Harry's face.
Harry blinked up at him, looking into Draco's clear, grey eyes. "You'll take care of me," Harry whispered, lifting his hips a bit.
Draco didn't know what to say to that. He wanted to promise to take care of Harry, but he knew that was impossible. He gently pushed forward, gasping as the head of his cock breached the other man.
Harry made a soft noise as he was stretched again. It didn't hurt badly, but it was obvious Draco was bigger than three fingers. The feeling easily turned into a pleasurable burn, making Harry shudder as Draco pushed inside.
Draco kept one hand on Harry's hip, but reached for the man's cock with the other, gently rubbing fingers over the head.
Harry moaned softly, his hips thrusting up. His cock was so sensitive that it twitched as Draco touched him.
"Yes, feel me inside you," Draco whispered, pressing slowly deeper into the other man's body.
"You're inside me," Harry whispered, his eyes closed as he relaxed around Draco's cock.
"Yes, feels good," Draco whispered, rocking back slightly and withdrawing halfway, then slowly pushing in again.
"More," Harry groaned, biting his lip and looking up at Draco. "More, please, Draco..."
A thrill went down his spine as he heard Harry say his name again. Draco smiled into those green eyes and began to move faster, his hand gently squeezing the other man's cock as his own slid inside him.
Harry's hands reached to grip the sheets as he tried to move with Draco, his hips rising and falling. "Yes," he hissed.
"Harry, yes," Draco said, watching the other man's face as he flexed his hips, pushing faster and deeper.
"Kiss me," Harry moaned, reaching up for him.
Draco released Harry's hip and used one arm to brace himself as he leant over the other man. "Wrap your legs around me," he whispered as he leant in to kiss Harry.
Harry tilted his hips up and wrapped his legs around Draco, his lips pressed against the other man's.
Draco pressed his tongue forward even as he slid his cock deeper. His hand on Harry's cock was pressed between their bodies.
Harry sucked on Draco's tongue as he moaned, trying to rub his cock against Draco's body.
Draco released Harry's cock, pressing his body against the man instead so that every thrust slid his body against Harry's engorged cock.
"Oh, Draco," Harry whimpered, gasping and moaning every time he pressed against his cock. "Harder...I'm close..."
"Yes, oh, yes," Draco gasped, rocking faster, feeling Harry's body wrapped around him. "Please come for me," he said, pulling back from the man's face to watch him.
It only took Harry a few more thrusts before he came hard, crying out “Draco” as he clenched and relaxed around him.
Draco moaned, watching Harry's face as the man writhed under him. Then he came too, lip curling as he groaned in delight, filling the man with his seed.
Harry moaned again as he felt the rush of warmth inside him, his body falling back on the bed with a sigh.
Draco lay on top of Harry, still holding him and panting to catch his breath. "Yes, that's it," he said, when he could.
"Thank you...again," Harry murmured, his eyes closing. He could feel his still-hard cock pressed against Draco, but he was too tired to bother with trying to do anything about it again.
"I wanted that," Draco whispered, face pressed against Harry's neck.
"Me too," Harry said, slowly running his hand down over Draco's back.
Draco managed to slide out and slip to one side, rolling onto his back. He turned his head to look at the other man. "Are you in any pain?" he asked.
"Besides the fact that I'm still hard and sensitive?" Harry asked, glancing at him with a small smile. "I'm okay. Maybe a little sore down there...but the good sore." He turned on his side, moving close.
Draco stretched an arm up, automatically making room for Harry to press against him, and so that he could put his arm around him.
Harry pressed himself against Draco with a small sigh, his head resting on Draco's shoulder like before. "It's nice not working."
"Usually, I like working. It keeps me occupied," Draco said. "Until you came, at least."
Harry smiled, rubbing his cheek against Draco's shoulder. "I'm a handful."
"I like my hands full of you," Draco said, smirking as he reached down and patted the man's arse.
Harry laughed softly. "Same goes for you," he replied, closing his eyes.
"You like me?" Draco asked, sounding genuinely surprised.
"That isn't obvious?" Harry asked.
"No," Draco said, not looking at him. "You have to be this way because I own you, not because you like me."
"I wanted you to be my first. My real first. Therefore...I like you, Draco," Harry said honestly.
Draco thought that didn't make a lot of sense, but he held his tongue. He reached a hand to smooth the man's hair back, kissing his forehead.
Harry leant into the kiss, looking up at Draco after a moment. He didn't say anything, but he watched Draco's face as if he were trying to memorize the details.
Draco continued to play with that thick hair, amused by the man's erection still pressed against his hip. He would definitely need a potion to keep up with him.
"I don't know, Draco..." Harry started, his eyes opening again. "How do you do this everyday? I mean, just what you do. It's so boring."
"Boring I can handle," Draco said quietly. "You...saw...what happens on days that aren't boring."
"Oh, yeah." Harry was doing a pretty good job of trying not to remember. Because every time he thought about it, he felt like something wanted to break inside him. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "But, what about living your life? Doing things that aren't work, like going out? You stay in here all day."
Draco looked away from those intense and still strangely innocent green eyes. "Go where, with whom? They are all dead," he said.
"You don't have to go out with anyone, really," Harry murmured, wishing Draco would look back at him. "Just yourself..."
"Why? Where?" Draco asked. He frowned. Before the war, he had liked to shop and go to plays and sporting events. None of that seemed to matter to him now.
"To get away from it. To make life feel somewhat normal," Harry replied. If Harry were in Draco's position, he would try to do that.
"There is nothing normal about being Death Eater," Draco said, closing his eyes as if it could stop the pain he felt when he said that.
"I'm sorry," Harry said quietly, moving up and kissing his cheek. He didn't mean to make Draco think about his predicament.
Draco shrugged, looking up at the canopy. He didn't know what to say to Potter. Sometimes he wondered why either of them struggled so hard to stay alive.
Harry decided to change the subject. "What did you always want in life?" Harry asked quietly, laying an arm over Draco's chest.
Draco began to softly stroke the hair on Harry's arm, thinking about the question. "When? Before? Now?" he asked.
"Before," Harry answered, not wanting to have Draco think about what his life was like now.
"Marriage, family, maybe a career," Draco said softly. "Before he returned, that's what I thought my life would be."
"Me too," Harry said, sighing softly.
Draco snorted. "I thought about going into politics or business. My father preferred to pull strings, but I wanted to try a more hands-on approach," he said.
"I always thought I'd become an Auror. I couldn't picture myself at a desk job," Harry said, shrugging. "I need action."
Draco snorted at that. "I thought you would go into professional Quidditch," he said.
"Oh, or that...I love Quidditch," Harry whispered, biting his lip as he thought about the last time he was on a broom.
"We have a pitch on the estate," Draco said. "I haven't used it in years."
"A pitch? As in...a Quidditch pitch? Like a large area?" Harry asked, looking up at him.
"Complete with goals and stands," Draco said, amused by Harry's response.
"We can't...go out there one day?" Harry asked, biting his lip as he asked.
"Some day," Draco promised, smirking with a glance to Harry's arousal. "When you can ride a broom."
Harry blushed, getting it easily. "You said it would only last a day."
"Does it hurt?" Draco asked.
Harry shrugged, shifting a bit now that it was mentioned. "A little uncomfortable."
Draco reached his free hand, fumbling for a moment until he found the box he had placed beside the bed. He set it on his own stomach and opened it, taking out two vials. He lay those on his chest and then put the box back. "One for you and one for me," he explained. "Do you want help using it?"
"What is it?" Harry asked, eyeing the vials curiously.
"Soothing Potion, to be applied topically, for you," he said.
"Oh, in that case, you can help me," Harry said, smiling softly at him.
Draco smiled, uncorking the small bottle. "Pour a little in my hand," he told Harry, since one of his arms was pinned under the other man.
Harry took the potion and carefully poured a little in Draco’s palm.
"Recork it," Draco said, arching an eyebrow as he waited.
Harry stuck the cork back in the vial, lying back and waiting for Draco to use it.
Draco smiled and reached for his lover's cock, sliding the ointment on the sensitive flesh.
Harry hissed softly and bit his lip at the first touches, his hips twitching.
"Use the other on me," Draco said, fingers gently caressing Harry's cock with the oily balm.
"You need soothing?" Harry asked quietly, reaching for the potion anyway and opening it so he could pour a bit in his hand. He quickly closed it and reached to gently rub Draco's cock, his own hips jerking every time Draco moved his hand.
"Yes," Draco said, smirking. The second potion would make him as hard as Potter. He slowly pumped Harry's cock as he felt the tingling in his own as Harry spread the oil.
"It's making you hard," Harry observed, moaning softly as Draco went on.
"You make me hard," Draco whispered, "but the potion will help me match your recovery time."
"Oh, that's good," Harry mumbled, his rhythm faltering as he thrust up into Draco's hand.
Draco lay with Harry pressed to him, each stroking the other. And it felt perfect. He was hard now and he loved the way each stroke of his fingers made Harry tremble.
Harry closed his eyes and concentrated on making Draco come, feeling like it was the one thing he could control. But even as he did that, Draco made him moan and whimper, just by touching him.
"Yes, we will bring each other," Draco said, hand moving faster and breathing speeding up.
Harry sped his hand up, his toes beginning to curl as he got closer. "Draco," he gasped, squeezing him.
"Yes, yes, come for me," Draco chanted, his hand and his feelings seeming to match his lover's.
"Little more," Harry moaned, gasping as he trembled hard.
Draco sped his hand up, thrusting up into Harry's at the same time. "Kiss me," he said, bending his head to meet Harry's.
Harry tilted his head up and kissed Draco as he began to come, arching off the bed and moaning into the kiss.
Harry's cock twitched in Draco's hand, warm fluid pumping over his fingers and across Harry's belly. The knowledge that Harry wanted him to do this, and the other man's hand on him, brought Draco over his own edge, coming in hot jets over his own skin.
They spent the rest of the day pleasuring each other and talking. Draco even had the house-elf bring Harry strawberries. It was the best day Draco could remember.
***
It had been five days since the last visit to the Dark Lord. Harry had recovered well and they were once again back to the routine. It was midday and they were working in the Potions Lab.
Draco found Potter even more distracting than before. He found not just the man's touch, but the sight of him, and even his smell, aroused him. It was like the more he got of him the more he had to have. They had already had to throw one potion batch out because Draco put the ingredients in the wrong order. He didn't tell Harry that because it was embarrassing.
Harry sat down as they finished the last batch, sighing deeply. Working on potions meant that they'd eventually have to deliver them to Voldemort again. Harry wasn't sure if he'd even make it through the next time. "Are we done?" Harry asked.
"For today," Draco answered, setting the box on the self and casting the Cleaning Charms on their work area. "You tired?" he asked when heard the sigh.
"Mentally, I think," Harry murmured, getting up and stretching. "It's sunny outside today."
"It is," Draco said, cocking his head and looking at the other man. "You want to go for a ride?" he asked, smirking.
Harry perked up, smiling brightly at him. "Yeah, can we?"
Draco looked him over. Although he loved the sight of the naked man, he had his concerns. "I don't think it is safe for you to fly without clothes," he said.
"Yeah...that would be uncomfortable. Can I wear trousers? Just this once?" Harry asked hopefully.
"Come with me," Draco said, walking with Harry back upstairs. But instead of going to the Master Suite, he headed down the hall to his old room. The one he had during the years at Hogwarts. It still looked like the room of the teenage boy he had been - Quidditch posters and Slytherin decorations.
Harry walked in and looked around, a small smile on his face. It looked like Ron's room, only done in green and silver instead of bright orange.
Draco went to the wardrobe, still filled with his old clothes, and found a couple of his school Quidditch uniforms, handing one to Harry.
They were slightly big, but Harry pulled them on, sighing at the feeling of clothes against his skin for the first time in a while.
Draco snorted at the look, drawing his wand and casting a Resizing Charm. He found it amusing to see Potter in Slytherin green and liked the way it complemented his eyes.
"Thank you," Harry said, running his hands down over the fabric.
Draco stripped his robes, pulling on the other uniform. It was a bit tight on him now, having grown a bit since Hogwarts. He cast a Resizing Charm for himself as well.
"Do I ride with you or do you have more than one broom?" Harry asked. He wondered if Draco would have a Firebolt. He missed his old broom.
Draco had to search around the back of the wardrobe full of old junk to find a couple brooms. They were Nimbus 2001 models and he handed one to Harry.
Harry curiously looked at the broom. "I think this was your second broom, the one you got in second year to be better than mine." He glanced at Draco, smiling.
"I think so too," Draco agreed, smiling as well.
Harry grinned. "Let's get outside then. I hope you're not rusty."
Draco shook his head. Their old school rivalry seemed so innocent now, after all that had happened. He nodded, picking up the second broom and heading for the back terrace.
Harry followed, the grin still on his face. Not only would it be the first time in a long while for him to be playing Quidditch, but he hadn’t been outside since he’d been taken here, either. He missed the feel of the sun on his skin, especially since he was already getting pale from so long indoors.
Chapter Title: Soothing
Words: 2930 Words
Betas: roonilwaz
Draco scooted up until his thighs were pressed against the backs of Harry's. He had to release the other man's cock to position himself, then he reached around Harry's waist to resume his caresses. "Are you ready?" he asked.
"Ready..." Harry whispered, forcing himself to relax for the sake of both of them. This was supposed to be his first time again and he wanted it to be nice. "Fuck me..."
Draco slid his fingers out. "Do you want it like this?" he asked. "Or face up?"
"Face up," Harry whispered, feeling empty all of a sudden. He wanted to see Draco’s face and memorize every detail.
Draco released Harry's cock and patted his arse. "Lie on your back then, but with a pillow under your hips," Draco said.
Harry grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed and stuffed it under his hips, shifted onto his back, then looked up at Draco.
Draco's heart was beating fast. This did feel like a first for him. In fact, the only other time he had taken Harry facing him was during their ordeal. He moved up, sliding his hands up Harry's legs as he did.
Harry watched as Draco moved over him, breathing slowly and deeply to calm himself. This would be a perfect first time for him. This was how it should have been.
Draco licked his lips at the amazing sight of Harry spread and waiting for him. His hand was shaking slightly as he positioned himself. "Look at me," he whispered, watching Harry's face.
Harry blinked up at him, looking into Draco's clear, grey eyes. "You'll take care of me," Harry whispered, lifting his hips a bit.
Draco didn't know what to say to that. He wanted to promise to take care of Harry, but he knew that was impossible. He gently pushed forward, gasping as the head of his cock breached the other man.
Harry made a soft noise as he was stretched again. It didn't hurt badly, but it was obvious Draco was bigger than three fingers. The feeling easily turned into a pleasurable burn, making Harry shudder as Draco pushed inside.
Draco kept one hand on Harry's hip, but reached for the man's cock with the other, gently rubbing fingers over the head.
Harry moaned softly, his hips thrusting up. His cock was so sensitive that it twitched as Draco touched him.
"Yes, feel me inside you," Draco whispered, pressing slowly deeper into the other man's body.
"You're inside me," Harry whispered, his eyes closed as he relaxed around Draco's cock.
"Yes, feels good," Draco whispered, rocking back slightly and withdrawing halfway, then slowly pushing in again.
"More," Harry groaned, biting his lip and looking up at Draco. "More, please, Draco..."
A thrill went down his spine as he heard Harry say his name again. Draco smiled into those green eyes and began to move faster, his hand gently squeezing the other man's cock as his own slid inside him.
Harry's hands reached to grip the sheets as he tried to move with Draco, his hips rising and falling. "Yes," he hissed.
"Harry, yes," Draco said, watching the other man's face as he flexed his hips, pushing faster and deeper.
"Kiss me," Harry moaned, reaching up for him.
Draco released Harry's hip and used one arm to brace himself as he leant over the other man. "Wrap your legs around me," he whispered as he leant in to kiss Harry.
Harry tilted his hips up and wrapped his legs around Draco, his lips pressed against the other man's.
Draco pressed his tongue forward even as he slid his cock deeper. His hand on Harry's cock was pressed between their bodies.
Harry sucked on Draco's tongue as he moaned, trying to rub his cock against Draco's body.
Draco released Harry's cock, pressing his body against the man instead so that every thrust slid his body against Harry's engorged cock.
"Oh, Draco," Harry whimpered, gasping and moaning every time he pressed against his cock. "Harder...I'm close..."
"Yes, oh, yes," Draco gasped, rocking faster, feeling Harry's body wrapped around him. "Please come for me," he said, pulling back from the man's face to watch him.
It only took Harry a few more thrusts before he came hard, crying out “Draco” as he clenched and relaxed around him.
Draco moaned, watching Harry's face as the man writhed under him. Then he came too, lip curling as he groaned in delight, filling the man with his seed.
Harry moaned again as he felt the rush of warmth inside him, his body falling back on the bed with a sigh.
Draco lay on top of Harry, still holding him and panting to catch his breath. "Yes, that's it," he said, when he could.
"Thank you...again," Harry murmured, his eyes closing. He could feel his still-hard cock pressed against Draco, but he was too tired to bother with trying to do anything about it again.
"I wanted that," Draco whispered, face pressed against Harry's neck.
"Me too," Harry said, slowly running his hand down over Draco's back.
Draco managed to slide out and slip to one side, rolling onto his back. He turned his head to look at the other man. "Are you in any pain?" he asked.
"Besides the fact that I'm still hard and sensitive?" Harry asked, glancing at him with a small smile. "I'm okay. Maybe a little sore down there...but the good sore." He turned on his side, moving close.
Draco stretched an arm up, automatically making room for Harry to press against him, and so that he could put his arm around him.
Harry pressed himself against Draco with a small sigh, his head resting on Draco's shoulder like before. "It's nice not working."
"Usually, I like working. It keeps me occupied," Draco said. "Until you came, at least."
Harry smiled, rubbing his cheek against Draco's shoulder. "I'm a handful."
"I like my hands full of you," Draco said, smirking as he reached down and patted the man's arse.
Harry laughed softly. "Same goes for you," he replied, closing his eyes.
"You like me?" Draco asked, sounding genuinely surprised.
"That isn't obvious?" Harry asked.
"No," Draco said, not looking at him. "You have to be this way because I own you, not because you like me."
"I wanted you to be my first. My real first. Therefore...I like you, Draco," Harry said honestly.
Draco thought that didn't make a lot of sense, but he held his tongue. He reached a hand to smooth the man's hair back, kissing his forehead.
Harry leant into the kiss, looking up at Draco after a moment. He didn't say anything, but he watched Draco's face as if he were trying to memorize the details.
Draco continued to play with that thick hair, amused by the man's erection still pressed against his hip. He would definitely need a potion to keep up with him.
"I don't know, Draco..." Harry started, his eyes opening again. "How do you do this everyday? I mean, just what you do. It's so boring."
"Boring I can handle," Draco said quietly. "You...saw...what happens on days that aren't boring."
"Oh, yeah." Harry was doing a pretty good job of trying not to remember. Because every time he thought about it, he felt like something wanted to break inside him. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "But, what about living your life? Doing things that aren't work, like going out? You stay in here all day."
Draco looked away from those intense and still strangely innocent green eyes. "Go where, with whom? They are all dead," he said.
"You don't have to go out with anyone, really," Harry murmured, wishing Draco would look back at him. "Just yourself..."
"Why? Where?" Draco asked. He frowned. Before the war, he had liked to shop and go to plays and sporting events. None of that seemed to matter to him now.
"To get away from it. To make life feel somewhat normal," Harry replied. If Harry were in Draco's position, he would try to do that.
"There is nothing normal about being Death Eater," Draco said, closing his eyes as if it could stop the pain he felt when he said that.
"I'm sorry," Harry said quietly, moving up and kissing his cheek. He didn't mean to make Draco think about his predicament.
Draco shrugged, looking up at the canopy. He didn't know what to say to Potter. Sometimes he wondered why either of them struggled so hard to stay alive.
Harry decided to change the subject. "What did you always want in life?" Harry asked quietly, laying an arm over Draco's chest.
Draco began to softly stroke the hair on Harry's arm, thinking about the question. "When? Before? Now?" he asked.
"Before," Harry answered, not wanting to have Draco think about what his life was like now.
"Marriage, family, maybe a career," Draco said softly. "Before he returned, that's what I thought my life would be."
"Me too," Harry said, sighing softly.
Draco snorted. "I thought about going into politics or business. My father preferred to pull strings, but I wanted to try a more hands-on approach," he said.
"I always thought I'd become an Auror. I couldn't picture myself at a desk job," Harry said, shrugging. "I need action."
Draco snorted at that. "I thought you would go into professional Quidditch," he said.
"Oh, or that...I love Quidditch," Harry whispered, biting his lip as he thought about the last time he was on a broom.
"We have a pitch on the estate," Draco said. "I haven't used it in years."
"A pitch? As in...a Quidditch pitch? Like a large area?" Harry asked, looking up at him.
"Complete with goals and stands," Draco said, amused by Harry's response.
"We can't...go out there one day?" Harry asked, biting his lip as he asked.
"Some day," Draco promised, smirking with a glance to Harry's arousal. "When you can ride a broom."
Harry blushed, getting it easily. "You said it would only last a day."
"Does it hurt?" Draco asked.
Harry shrugged, shifting a bit now that it was mentioned. "A little uncomfortable."
Draco reached his free hand, fumbling for a moment until he found the box he had placed beside the bed. He set it on his own stomach and opened it, taking out two vials. He lay those on his chest and then put the box back. "One for you and one for me," he explained. "Do you want help using it?"
"What is it?" Harry asked, eyeing the vials curiously.
"Soothing Potion, to be applied topically, for you," he said.
"Oh, in that case, you can help me," Harry said, smiling softly at him.
Draco smiled, uncorking the small bottle. "Pour a little in my hand," he told Harry, since one of his arms was pinned under the other man.
Harry took the potion and carefully poured a little in Draco’s palm.
"Recork it," Draco said, arching an eyebrow as he waited.
Harry stuck the cork back in the vial, lying back and waiting for Draco to use it.
Draco smiled and reached for his lover's cock, sliding the ointment on the sensitive flesh.
Harry hissed softly and bit his lip at the first touches, his hips twitching.
"Use the other on me," Draco said, fingers gently caressing Harry's cock with the oily balm.
"You need soothing?" Harry asked quietly, reaching for the potion anyway and opening it so he could pour a bit in his hand. He quickly closed it and reached to gently rub Draco's cock, his own hips jerking every time Draco moved his hand.
"Yes," Draco said, smirking. The second potion would make him as hard as Potter. He slowly pumped Harry's cock as he felt the tingling in his own as Harry spread the oil.
"It's making you hard," Harry observed, moaning softly as Draco went on.
"You make me hard," Draco whispered, "but the potion will help me match your recovery time."
"Oh, that's good," Harry mumbled, his rhythm faltering as he thrust up into Draco's hand.
Draco lay with Harry pressed to him, each stroking the other. And it felt perfect. He was hard now and he loved the way each stroke of his fingers made Harry tremble.
Harry closed his eyes and concentrated on making Draco come, feeling like it was the one thing he could control. But even as he did that, Draco made him moan and whimper, just by touching him.
"Yes, we will bring each other," Draco said, hand moving faster and breathing speeding up.
Harry sped his hand up, his toes beginning to curl as he got closer. "Draco," he gasped, squeezing him.
"Yes, yes, come for me," Draco chanted, his hand and his feelings seeming to match his lover's.
"Little more," Harry moaned, gasping as he trembled hard.
Draco sped his hand up, thrusting up into Harry's at the same time. "Kiss me," he said, bending his head to meet Harry's.
Harry tilted his head up and kissed Draco as he began to come, arching off the bed and moaning into the kiss.
Harry's cock twitched in Draco's hand, warm fluid pumping over his fingers and across Harry's belly. The knowledge that Harry wanted him to do this, and the other man's hand on him, brought Draco over his own edge, coming in hot jets over his own skin.
They spent the rest of the day pleasuring each other and talking. Draco even had the house-elf bring Harry strawberries. It was the best day Draco could remember.
***
It had been five days since the last visit to the Dark Lord. Harry had recovered well and they were once again back to the routine. It was midday and they were working in the Potions Lab.
Draco found Potter even more distracting than before. He found not just the man's touch, but the sight of him, and even his smell, aroused him. It was like the more he got of him the more he had to have. They had already had to throw one potion batch out because Draco put the ingredients in the wrong order. He didn't tell Harry that because it was embarrassing.
Harry sat down as they finished the last batch, sighing deeply. Working on potions meant that they'd eventually have to deliver them to Voldemort again. Harry wasn't sure if he'd even make it through the next time. "Are we done?" Harry asked.
"For today," Draco answered, setting the box on the self and casting the Cleaning Charms on their work area. "You tired?" he asked when heard the sigh.
"Mentally, I think," Harry murmured, getting up and stretching. "It's sunny outside today."
"It is," Draco said, cocking his head and looking at the other man. "You want to go for a ride?" he asked, smirking.
Harry perked up, smiling brightly at him. "Yeah, can we?"
Draco looked him over. Although he loved the sight of the naked man, he had his concerns. "I don't think it is safe for you to fly without clothes," he said.
"Yeah...that would be uncomfortable. Can I wear trousers? Just this once?" Harry asked hopefully.
"Come with me," Draco said, walking with Harry back upstairs. But instead of going to the Master Suite, he headed down the hall to his old room. The one he had during the years at Hogwarts. It still looked like the room of the teenage boy he had been - Quidditch posters and Slytherin decorations.
Harry walked in and looked around, a small smile on his face. It looked like Ron's room, only done in green and silver instead of bright orange.
Draco went to the wardrobe, still filled with his old clothes, and found a couple of his school Quidditch uniforms, handing one to Harry.
They were slightly big, but Harry pulled them on, sighing at the feeling of clothes against his skin for the first time in a while.
Draco snorted at the look, drawing his wand and casting a Resizing Charm. He found it amusing to see Potter in Slytherin green and liked the way it complemented his eyes.
"Thank you," Harry said, running his hands down over the fabric.
Draco stripped his robes, pulling on the other uniform. It was a bit tight on him now, having grown a bit since Hogwarts. He cast a Resizing Charm for himself as well.
"Do I ride with you or do you have more than one broom?" Harry asked. He wondered if Draco would have a Firebolt. He missed his old broom.
Draco had to search around the back of the wardrobe full of old junk to find a couple brooms. They were Nimbus 2001 models and he handed one to Harry.
Harry curiously looked at the broom. "I think this was your second broom, the one you got in second year to be better than mine." He glanced at Draco, smiling.
"I think so too," Draco agreed, smiling as well.
Harry grinned. "Let's get outside then. I hope you're not rusty."
Draco shook his head. Their old school rivalry seemed so innocent now, after all that had happened. He nodded, picking up the second broom and heading for the back terrace.
Harry followed, the grin still on his face. Not only would it be the first time in a long while for him to be playing Quidditch, but he hadn’t been outside since he’d been taken here, either. He missed the feel of the sun on his skin, especially since he was already getting pale from so long indoors.