A Love So Belated

Harry had shown up at the Manor a few hours earlier. He was supposed to be staying at number twelve, but he'd left there only fifteen minutes after his friends had departed. They'd thrown him a sort of housewarming party. The Weasleys, Hermione, Neville and Luna. Andromeda had come with Teddy, too. It had just been a dinner, and it had been nice, but Harry hadn't stopped thinking of Draco the entire time. He couldn't stay away from him, couldn't get enough of him, no matter what other thoughts were inside his head. The whole evening he'd been looking forward to spending the night with Draco for the first time. He hadn't told Draco that that was what he planned to do, but the man would learn it soon enough. At that moment, it was ten o'clock – later than Harry usually stayed at the Manor. He and Draco had snogged and sucked each other off already – well, of course they had – and now they were simply lying in Draco's bed, comfortable with one another.

He reached over and twirled a piece of Draco's hair through his fingers, smiling at him.

Draco was warm and happy. He loved the feel of Harry in his arms and the man's fingers playing with his hair. He loved the sex. Yet, he thought he loved being held after just as much.

"It's late," Harry noted quietly, pretending to be disappointed.

"Stay," Draco said.

Something inside Harry gave a flutter at that. He and Draco were thinking along the same lines. "Stay?" he asked, with a gentle, but slightly sly smile.

Draco smiled softly. "I would love to wake with you in my arms," he whispered.
There was another flutter inside Harry and he slid his hand up Draco's arm and kissed his neck. "Perhaps I should stay," he pretended to consider. "You make it sound very appealing."

"I always want you here. With me," the blond answered.

Harry kissed him again. "I know," he said. "And I usually don't stay because everyone would go mad looking for me if I disappeared for a whole night, but I'm supposed to be gone tonight, so it doesn't matter."

Draco grinned and held him tighter. "I want you here all night," he declared, kissing Harry's forehead and then moving down his face with smaller kisses.

Harry smiled, kissing Draco back when he reached his lips. "And that's where I'll be," he said. "All night here with you."

Draco rubbed his lips against Harry's, sighing happily. "I've never done that before," he admitted.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "What?" he asked.

"Slept in a bed with someone," Draco whispered.

Harry's insides fluttered yet again. "Really?"

Draco flushed and nodded.

"And you want to sleep with me?" Harry asked, kissing his neck again.

Draco looked him in the eyes. "Very much so."

"Sleep with me then," Harry whispered, holding him tighter.

"Sleep now or ...?" Draco trailed off, fingers playing down his lover's back.

Harry smirked a bit. "Or ...?" he prompted, burying his face in Draco's neck yet again.

"I could make love to you all night and still never want to stop," Draco answered, nipping at Harry's chin. He allowed his hand to continue down until he was caressing Harry's arse.

Harry gasped, flushing. He struggled with himself for a moment before he asked, "Have you ever ... with another bloke before?"

"Have I what?" Draco asked, smirking.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Have you ever ... done another man ..." he flushed brighter, "up the arse?"

Draco blushed. "No, not that," he said softly.

"And you've never ... been done?" Harry asked next, feeling slightly better that Draco was sort of on the same page as he was.

"Only sort of," Draco admitted, still flushed, but watching for Harry's reactions.

Harry made a confused face at that. "How can you be only sort of done up the arse?" he questioned, raising his eyebrows.

Draco laughed. "Not with a cock," he answered, kissing Harry's nose.

"Well, with what then?" Harry asked, eyebrows still high.

"Want me to show you?" Draco offered, waggling his eyebrows.

Harry swallowed and his cock twitched. "Will it hurt?" he asked, thinking he would do it anyway.

"No, and if I do anything that you don't like, tell me and I will stop," Draco assured him.

Harry nodded. "All right," he decided, taking a bit of deep breath.

Draco sat up, looking down at Harry. "Lie on your stomach with a pillow under your hips," he told him.

Harry made another sort of confused face, but then did as told, flipping over and grabbing one of Draco's pillows to slip under himself. He felt sort of awkward with his arse in the air.

Draco knelt beside him at first, running his hands down Harry's back and over his arse, sighing at the feeling of touching him.

Harry shivered, laying his head on his arms on another pillow.

"Spread your legs," Draco said in a voice full of affection.

Harry flushed again, bringing his thighs apart for Draco. Never had he ever thought he would do this.

Draco carefully climbed over Harry's leg, kneeling in the 'V'. His heart sped up at the sight. "I'm going to cast a Cleaning Charm first. Okay?"

"Okay," Harry said quietly, nodding. He flushed brighter though, and was glad Draco couldn't see his face.

Draco cast the spell and then Summoned a jar from beside his bed, setting it and his wand beside them. Then he began to massage Harry's legs.

Harry sighed, a little surprised by the massage, but enjoying it all the same. He relaxed more, closing his eyes.

Draco started at Harry's calves and worked his way up until he was massaging his inner thighs.

That tickled and Harry fought not to squirm, curling his toes.

Draco worked his fingers up until he was massaging Harry's arsecheeks.

Harry groaned at that, licking his lips.

Draco gently spread the cheeks of Harry's arse, leaning in and blowing on the crevice between.

Harry gasped quietly, fingers clenching slightly in the material of the pillow under his arms.

Draco gently ran a finger down the darker skin there.

Harry's arse tightened of its own accord, but he tried to force himself to relax, as his heart sped up and breathing turned into panting.

"Relax, trust me," Draco whispered, slowly teasing Harry's puckered hole with the pad of his finger.

Harry nodded against his arms, shivering from the feel of Draco's finger. His face was still flushed. He'd hardly ever touched himself there before. A few times, but then it had been too weird and he hadn't done it again. Draco doing it felt ... different. Highly different.

Draco watched Harry's body quiver and he smiled. Then he moved his fingers down to fondle Harry's scrotum.

Harry groaned again, moving into Draco's touch.

One hand still holding Harry's balls and his other still pressing his cheeks apart, Draco leaned forward and ran his tongue down the crevice.

Harry's eyes widened and he jolted, spinning his head around to look at Draco. He had not been expecting that. "Was that your tongue?" he asked, face on fire.

Draco looked up with a grin on his face. "Yes," he said, raising both eyebrows.

Harry shivered again. "Merlin," he whispered, cock twitching again. "I didn't think ...." He swallowed, settling back down and taking a deep breath.

Draco chuckled, a deep knowing sound, and then bent to do it again.

Harry moaned this time, fingers clutching again. It was very, very odd to have Draco's tongue there. He hadn't known people even did that. It was dirty ... and very sexy. He liked it. A lot.

The blond was encouraged by Harry's reaction and now used the tip of his tongue to trace the circle of his lover's opening.

Harry hissed and spread his legs wider without even meaning to. God, Draco felt so ... good. It made his hole quiver, which was something he wasn't sure had ever happened before – well, not in arousal anyway.

Draco increased the pressure of his tongue, rolling Harry's balls with his other hand.

"Yeah," Harry breathed, rising up a bit to try and get more of Draco, because, oh, damn, he needed it.

Delighted, Draco pressed his tongue into the centre of that tight ring, feeling the muscle give to allow him in.

"Fuck!" Harry cried, squeezing his eyes shut and pressing back even more. Oh, yes, his hole was definitely quivering, as if trying to pull Draco's tongue inside.

Draco took that to mean he was doing well and wiggled his tongue deeper.

"Oh, God, yeah, like that, Draco. Fuck, yeah, like that," Harry babbled, toes curling again in pleasure. It was like Draco had turned his bones into liquid.

Draco was panting as he thrust his tongue in and out, using it to fuck Harry.

"More!" Harry shouted, tingling with pleasure. "Oh, God, please more!"

Draco thrust repeatedly, panting now and his tongue was just a little sore.

"More," Harry told him again. "Please, more! Anything, just please!"

Draco lifted his face and released Harry's balls, reaching for the jar.

Harry groaned in frustration, spinning round to look at Draco again.

Draco unscrewed the lid and dipped fingers into the oil, then set the jar aside again. He smiled up at Harry.

"Fuck," Harry groaned, dropping his head to the pillows once more. Draco was going to fuck him. Fucking bloody hell he couldn't believe it. Fuck him.

Draco spread Harry with his left hand while he gently caressed his opening with the pad of one finger again, feeling how relaxed it was. His heart sped up and he pushed past the ring, sliding a long finger inside.

Harry let out the longest, loudest groan yet, grasping at the sheets with both hands. "Draco, God, yes," he let out.

Draco's cock twitched at that and the feeling of Harry's body around his finger. He could easily imagine what it would feel like if it were his cock instead. He slid the finger in and out several times, watching in wonder as Harry writhed on the bed.

Harry panted and gasped. Why had he never known this could feel so incredible? Maybe it was that it was Draco's finger inside him – Draco inside him, but it felt better than Harry thought it probably should – so ... fulfilling. And Draco's cock wasn't even in him yet.

Draco was panting now, so aroused that he felt lightheaded. "More?" he asked.

"More," Harry groaned. "Yes, more."

Draco slid his finger out and added a second, feeling Harry's body tense around them as he pressed forward.

Harry did tense a little, but he didn't want to stop. Nothing had ever been up his arse before, so he had enough sense to know that it was going to be a little uncomfortable. He didn't care.

Draco moved the fingers slowly, in and out, making sure that Harry's body relaxed before doing anything else. "More?" he asked again when he thought Harry felt more open.

Harry nodded, readying himself for the next one.

Draco shook a bit this time. He made sure his fingers were still very slick before adding the third one, pressing in very slowly.

Harry tensed again, shutting his eyes very tightly and panting through his nose. Now it felt a little more uncomfortable; he could feel the stretching, but he still wanted Draco, wanted to do this. "I'm okay," he whispered when Draco seemed tense as well.

Draco slid his other hand down between Harry's legs, reaching for the other man's cock and sliding over the shaft.

Harry let out a long sigh at that; it helped him to relax tremendously. He could still feel the burning stretching, but Draco's hand on him gave enough pleasure to mostly block that out.

Draco pumped his fingers in time with his hand on Harry's cock.

Harry sighed again, lying there for several minutes under Draco's attentions, until he was pressing back once more. "Draco," he moaned.

Draco was panting, his own body rocking with Harry's as he twisted his fingers inside the other man. He knew that if he did it right, it would feel amazing.

After another moment, Harry jolted for a second time that night "Fuck," he gasped. "Oh, damn, whatever you just did. Do it again."

Draco grinned and did, loving the way Harry responded to him.

Harry writhed on Draco's fingers, moaning without stopping again as he was flooded with sensation.

"That's good, isn't it?" Draco purred, hands still moving in and out, up and down.

"Yeah!" Harry cried. "Oh, Merlin, fuck, yes!"

Draco kept his hands moving, mouth open in amazement. Who knew Harry could be like this?

"More, Draco, more," Harry whimpered after another minute. "Do it."

Draco's heart seemed to skip a beat. Did "do it" mean to fuck him? He hesitated. "Harry?"

"Yes, fuck me," Harry told him, pressing his arse into Draco's hands. The words sent a thrill down his spine. "Fuck me."

"Oh, fuck, yes," Draco gasped, unable to believe the writhing, wanton man in front of him. He slipped his fingers out of Harry and reached quickly for the jar, accidentally spilling some oil as he slicked his hand again. Then he coated his own cock and moved up so that he was positioned at that opening. "Ready?" he asked nervously.

Harry nodded. "Very ready," he breathed.

Draco trembled again as he used one hand to angle himself. He pressed forward, feeling the slippery muscle give around the head of his cock, and then tighten again as he breached the other man. "Ohhhhh, Godssss," he gasped.

Harry cried out as quick, sharp pain shot up his spine. He stilled, sweating and panting.

Draco froze, not sure if he should continue. "Harry?" he asked.

Harry lay panting still and clutching the sheets, his body tense. "Just give me a second," he said in what he hoped was a reassuring voice.

Draco held himself still, his body trembling with the effort. He could feel Harry spasming around the head of his cock, and he was afraid he would come just from that.

Once Harry felt calm enough, which took yet another minute, he relaxed until he was lying on the bed again but pressing his arse up. "Okay," he whispered. "Go."

"You sure?" Draco asked, voice strained.

"Yeah," Harry answered, nodding again. "I want you," he added, voice dropping a few octaves.

Draco nodded, even though Harry couldn't see him. "Yes, I want you," he echoed, and began slowly sliding forward.

Harry released a guttural grunt, feeling every inch of the man entering his body. "Fuck," he whispered, probably too quiet for Draco to hear.

"Oh, Harry, my Gods, Harry," Draco gasped, feeling overwhelmed with emotion and sensation.

Harry breathed with the slow thrusts into his body, unable to think of words to describe what he was feeling right then – unable to think of any words at all. "Touch me, close to me," he managed to whisper, gasping.

Draco leaned in, pressing his body against Harry's as he gently began to rock into him, feeling each small movement and the pleasure of them up his spine. He braced his arms on either side of Harry, kissing his shoulders below.

It was exactly what Harry wanted, to feel Draco against him as they moved together. He rocked his body with Draco's, reaching behind himself to gently thread fingers into his blond hair.

Draco pressed his face against Harry's back, moaning into his skin with each thrust. "Oh, so amazing," he whispered, kissing him over and over again.

Harry moaned in agreement, his cock leaking onto the pillow beneath it. It seemed they moved that way for hours and hours and it was amazing, so amazing Harry thought he had to be having some sort of unbelievable dream.

"Gods, you are perfect," Draco whispered, almost feverish with pleasure. He rocked into Harry, speed increasing and every slide make him shudder. "Oh, baby, yes."

Harry could've sworn he grew ten times more aroused in that second alone. "Fuck me," he gasped. "Fuck me."

"Oh, yes, fucking you, baby," Draco responded and felt his body tensing as he began to rock faster. "Come for me!"

Harry clenched his teeth, feeling both the burn from Draco's movements and the intense pleasure. His cock was straining with his nearing release and all it took was for Harry to reach down and give it a single stroke. He came so hard he nearly passed out. His cock spurted come onto the pillow, over the sheets and onto his hand. He screamed Draco's name, colour flying beneath his eyelids as every inch of him was submerged into a sea of incredible, unbelievable, indescribable, pure fucking pleasure.

Draco had been close when he felt Harry's body clench around him. Now he cried out, coming hard as he thrust deep inside Harry, his face pressed to the back of his lover's neck. He had never felt anything like this. He was delirious with pleasure and collapsed on top of Harry then, unable to hold himself up anymore.

Harry felt like squirming, the feelings were so great. He settled for being deliciously squashed beneath Draco, content to remain there forever. He panted and gasped, unable to believe what he had just been through.

Draco felt like he floated on a high. He was damp with sweat, one side of his face pressed against Harry's shoulder and the other covered by his own hair. He was still panting. "Bloody fantastic," he whispered.

"Merlin, yes," Harry agreed, unmoving.

Draco finally managed to lift himself, pushing up so that he wasn't crushing Harry's body. He gasped again as his cock slipped from inside his lover.

Harry hissed and moaned quietly, rolling his shoulders.

Draco kissed between Harry's shoulder-blades and then fell to the side, lying there facing him. He reached a shaky hand to pet Harry's hair.

"Mmm," Harry let out happily. "You were perfect," he whispered.

Draco ran fingertips down the side of Harry's face, watching him with a look of wonder on his own. "I never knew it could be that good," he admitted softly.

"Me either," Harry said truthfully. "That was better than ... better than sex," he continued nonsensically.

Draco laughed, still petting Harry.

Harry moved closer to Draco, kissing him. "I wish this would last for the rest of forever," he whispered, not knowing where exactly that had come from.

Draco's heart felt like it skipped a beat and he shivered. "Yes, forever," he whispered back, leaning in for another kiss.

Harry kissed him in return, turning, despite the soreness, to press his hand to Draco's back.

"You hurt?" Draco asked when he saw Harry wince as he moved.

"A little," Harry answered, kissing Draco's nose and then his lips. "But it's worth it."

Draco rolled back and then yelped, moving back again to reach behind him and pick up the jar of oil.

Harry laughed, shaking his head.

Draco recapped the jar and reached for his wand, casting a Cleaning Spell where he had spilled the oil on the sheets.

Harry sighed with contentment, watching Draco and feeling delighted.

Draco sat up, looking around at the mess they had made. He set the jar by the bed, and then cleaned the pillow Harry had come all over. "You, too?" he asked, wand in position.

"Mmm, yeah," Harry said, stretching as he rolled onto his back, wincing slightly again.

Draco grinned and cast Cleaning Charms for both of them, then set his wand aside. He reached for the blankets they had pushed to the foot of the bed and pulled them up, snuggling under them and against Harry.

Harry smiled and held Draco, kissing his forehead and his hair.

"I am almost scared to fall asleep," Draco whispered, arms around Harry.

"Why?" Harry asked.

Draco blushed, feeling silly to admit it. "I guess I'm afraid to miss even a minute with you," he confessed.

Harry blushed, too, slightly embarrassed to be wanted so much by someone, but highly pleased. "I'll be here in the morning," he assured him. "And then the next day, and the next day, and as many days as I can be here."

Draco was both thrilled and worried by that. "As many days as I can be here," was very vague. He worried about Harry's relationship with Ginny but didn't want to ruin the mood by asking. He didn't want to be left behind while Harry moved on with his life.

Harry kissed Draco again, hugging him close as he closed his eyes.

Draco lay there watching as Harry fell asleep. He marvelled at how peaceful and happy he looked. He felt like he could watch Harry forever. He smirked, realising that sometimes it felt like he had already been doing so for nearly half his life. Eventually, Draco fell asleep, too.