Distorted Exposure

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AN: At last!

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Back in the relative safety of the room he shared with Potter, Draco found himself out of breath and pumped full of adrenalin. For a moment after collapsing onto the bed he watched the door apprehensively, expecting it to swing clear of the hinges and reveal one Harry Potter in his fury. However several moments of peace passed and Draco found himself safe in the knowledge that Potter was not about to storm in and tear him to bloody pieces.

With a sigh Draco tried to calm his racing pulse but found that it was entirely unrelated to the prospect of having to face Potter’s wrath. In fact the only thing that it was even remotely connected to was the insistent throbbing of his cock, which to him in that moment seemed to be so hard it hurt. And Draco could hardly deny the fact that it was Potter that got him so hard, not that he needed to, not when he so clearly had control of the situation. It had only been shameful when he had been thoroughly manhandled by Potter, when the situation was reversed, Draco found that he couldn’t quite object to the prospect of having Potter hot body pressed up against his own, or something equally as wicked.

Draco groaned and threw his head back as he reached into his trousers and wrapped his hand around his aching cock, unable to help himself. Closing his eyes he let his hand slide up and down his shaft, his thumb teasing his slit and spreading the precum that leaked from it over the head. Jerking his hand in movement constricted by his pants, Draco gasped at the sensation, his mind not so subtly reminding him of the almost identical movements of Potter’s hand on his shaft not too long ago.

His own movements felt pathetic in comparison to the movements of Potter’s hand and he flushed at the memory, but couldn’t help but see green eyes behind closed lids. Suddenly it was Potter’s fingers closed around his throbbing cock, his thumb circle the head and his hand jerking up from the very shaft. Draco could feel his climax begin to creep along his spine, and bit his bottom lip hard in order to hold it back. His breath seemed to lodge permanently in his throat making it hard for him to manage more than shallow gasps and strangled moans.

The thought of how inappropriate this all was flashed across the surface of his mind but Draco could not bring himself to care. Draco let his eyes snap open as the images of Potter became too much for him to handle, staring up the black canopy of the bed Draco let his hand glide purposefully along his shaft, moving just that little bit faster as he felt all his muscles tense in anticipation of his climax.

Draco arched into his own touch, biting down on his lip, and was just there at the edge of his orgasm when the sound of the door slamming open transported him firmly back to reality. Draco couldn’t help but fix his gaze on the furious figure of Potter in the doorway. He cursed and pulled his hand from beyond his waistband and wished to the heavens that he was not at that moment splayed out on the four poster bed, flushed, panting, flustered and ready to come at command. Unfortunately that was precisely the position he found himself in and Potter did not lose any time in noticing.

That however did nothing to ease the smouldering glare from Potter’s emerald gaze which was trained unfalteringly on the blond. In fact, if anything, the slight edge that entered his expression upon the sight, made Potter look more vindictive than the moment he had burst through the door. Draco swallowed hard and wished he wasn’t in such a compromising position. His breath was still coming in pants, and much to his irritation, his cock throbbed harder than ever at the sight of Potter. The brunet advanced towards him with an unidentifiable look simmering below the anger that was evident. Draco was tempted to scramble back but held himself still knowing that he would only end up dumping himself off the bed and onto the floor, and it wasn’t as though he needed to make any more a fool of himself.

It took a moment to pull himself together but Draco found that he managed quite nicely considering he was still sporting a raging hard-on and the cause of his problem was glaring down at him with a predatory glint in the depth of his emerald eyes. But off course that wouldn’t do, after all, the stunt he had pulled just a little while earlier was his revenge and Potter by no rights deserved to be looking at him with so much fury.

It was then that Draco found his eyes inexplicably drawn to the not so subtle outline of Potter’s erection through the pajama bottoms the brunet had managed to throw on. Taking notice of the impressive bulge at quite close range, Draco was forced to admit, if not anything else, that Potter had reason to be mad. That however did nothing to hinder the sneer that fell on his lips as he looked up at Potter with mock disinterest.

Draco found that his voice was quite smug as he addressed Potter. “What do you want?” He drawled, despite the fact that his cheeks were still flushed and he was laying spread-eagle on the four poster bed in the middle of the room that he shared with one angry Harry Potter.

“Damn it Malfoy, you have the nerve to ask me that after everything you had the balls to do today?” Potter spat, one of his hands came up to grip the post at the head of the bed as he leaned in closer, his rage evident.

“What on earth are you talking about?” Draco bit out scathingly, loving the way Potter’s eyes darkened with emotion.

“Fuck this.” Potter hissed and Draco felt his heart clench as Potter slowly pulled one knee up on the bed making the mattress dip with his weight. Draco knew that the best idea, yet again, would have been to scramble back but he didn’t, instead he simply lay still, giving Potter a supremely unconcerned look.

“Look Potter, I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but whatever it is I’ll have no part in it.” Draco let his gaze slide from the lean powerful body that was overshadowing him and felt more than a little thrilled at the thought that he could make Potter lose his cool so easily.

“Ah but that’s a lie Malfoy.” The brunet whispered harshly, he placed his left hand on the far side of the blond’s body so that his lean frame was arching over Draco’s unmoving form. Draco trembled a little, feeling the thrill that coursed through him at the proximity of Potter’s body but chastised himself for it seconds later.

“What makes you think that?” Draco asked casually, as though he was not down to the last of his frayed nerves in his battle to resist the urge to arch up and grind his body against Potter’s.

“Let me see,” Potter murmured and Draco felt his eyes drawn to Potter’s emerald gaze. “Maybe the fact that you were jacking off when I happened to walk in through those doors. Or maybe because you left me wanting to fuck you so hard into the wall that I couldn’t bear it and I’m not in the mood to really give you a choice in the matter.”

Harry leaned down and pressed his lips to the heated porcelain skin of the blonds neck and tasted the salt of his skin and something else unique to the blond. He licked, sucked and nibbled at the tender white expanse for a long moment before tracing a path up the blond’s jaw and to the lobe of his left ear. Malfoy’s eyes which had initially fluttered shut, snapped open as Harry traced the shell of his ear with his tongue.

“So you’re going to rape me?” Draco growled, his voice a little harsher then he intended it to be, considering he had had a hard time getting the words out at all. His brain and body teamed up against his logic to tell him that keeping his mouth shut would ensure that Potter continued to work his body over with that insanely talented tongue of his, but Draco Malfoy still had his pride as an inhibition if nothing else.

Potter pulled away so fast that Draco could feel the cold air of the room sweep in to take his place. Draco caught his newly steeled gaze with Potter’s eyes and saw the anger there, tenfold that which had been present when he had barged in through the door.

Whatever scathing comment he had been about to prod Potter with died in his throat at that look and Draco felt fear take root deep within his heart. He was a Slytherin, and by default knew to save his own skin and yet now, his only option which was to keep his mouth shut seemed a weak defense in the face of Potter’s strengthened wrath. Draco felt the need to mentally reprimand himself but found that he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was that had gotten the brunet so enraged. Potter cleared up matters with his next words.

“What the fuck do you take me for?” Potter hissed dangerously and Draco felt his breath catch in his throat as he tried to deny the fact that Potter’s tone sent pleasant shivers racing through his body. “Do you honestly think I would fuck you if you weren’t willing?”

Draco made to snap back, a sharp witty reply on his tongue but he wasn’t given the chance as Potter leaned in, and kissed him thoroughly, from the inside out. Draco felt Potter’s tongue dart over his bottom lip, then the top before plunging into his mouth and he found himself helpless to resist. He moaned and cursed all at once as Potter’s tongue slid against his own and the sound was swallowed by Potter’s insistent mouth. Draco found himself kissed breathless, and his lungs began to protest the dwindling supply of oxygen. His mind was in chaos.

Potter pulled away and Draco heaved in deep breaths of fresh air all the while trying to gather his composure which seemed to have jumped straight out the window upon contact with Potter.

Draco finally managed to stop his head from spinning and started in outrage, “What-”

“No.” Potter snapped, shutting the blond up effectively. “No, you don’t get to do this. You don’t get to get me hard as hell then just turn right around and leave. You don’t get to have you revenge and expect everything to turn out just fine and dandy.”

The brunet smirked as Draco realized to his horror that Potter was quite aware of his schemes and more than a little willing to have his own revenge.

“And least of all you don’t get to be turned on as hell and then deny the fact that you want me just as bloody bad as I want you.”

The one button on his shirt which he still had on from the shoot was no deterrent to Potter who had it undone in a flash, his deft hands skimming over the planes of the blond’s chest and down his washboard stomach. Draco tried to bite back the gasp and managed but also found that he couldn’t open his mouth to protest without running the risk of producing a sound that would have been wanton and rather unhelpful to his cause. Though after a few more second of Potter’s tender exploration of his torso, Draco wasn’t quite sure what his cause was any more.

When he felt Potter’s hot mouth latch on to one hard nipple he had to fight with everything in his body not to arch of the bed. Draco found that by the he couldn’t help but groan and was surprised he had breath enough for the considering he had been holding the air in his lungs for what seemed like ages.

Reality hit him with the force of a speeding locomotive as the cold air of the room hit the wet and aching nipple that Potter’s mouth had abandoned. Draco struggled as he felt Potter’s mouth work its way further south and he tried to throw off the persistent brunet who had managed to trap him with a knee on either side of his body.

“Potter. Stop.” Draco growled and the blond was surprised to find that the brunet did just that. Draco managed to push himself up slightly using his elbow and caught Potter’s emerald gaze with his own steely glare. The lust that he saw within those emerald depths was enough to make him tremble in a mix of anticipation and fear. But then Draco realized that there was nothing to anticipate, because nothing was going to happen, least of all between himself and Potter. And there was most definitely nothing to fear, after all he was Draco Malfoy.

But Potter seemed to have different ideas. Sitting up on his haunches he simply stared at Draco, looking powerful and predator like, something that Draco found rather disconcerting.

“Malfoy,” The brunet hissed at last, after what seemed like an eternity of silence, “ Would you get over yourself?” His eyes flashed and Draco found himself breathless and wanting despite everything in him that wanted to deny the fact that Potter was the embodiment of a living breathing sex idol.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you.” Draco bit out, unable to help himself though he knew the best thing to do would have been to keep his mouth shut, “ But in case you’ve forgotten, we’re sworn enemies.” Right. Potter was his enemy. Not the man he wanted to have rough, wild kinky sex with. Because that after all would be rather unbecoming of a Malfoy.

At that what little patience the brunet might have had came to an end. Draco suddenly and without warning found his arms pinned above his head by one of Potter’s hands trapping both his wrists in a painfully effective vice.

Potter leaned in and nibbled on the skin right below Draco’s ear and the blond tried to twist his head away but that only succeeded in exposing himself more. Then Potter gently laved the outline of Draco’s jaw and placed soft nibbling kisses against the bone. Draco gasped and couldn’t help the fact. The blond felt the brunet’s breath blow hot against his ear and the sensation sent a shiver down his spine. “What don’t you get about the fact that I want to fuck you?” Asked a hoarse voice and Draco bit his lip to keep from moaning at the sinful tone of the brunet’s voice.

Draco wanted to answer, wanted to yell that it wasn’t right. That Malfoys and Potters didn’t mesh. That they were sworn enemies and that fucking like bunnies in the house of stranger was by no right the proper thing to do. But then all that was driven from his mind when Potter managed to capture his lips in another powerfully bruising kiss.

Harry closed his eyes and simply focused on the sensations of his tongue against Malfoy’s, melding in the heat of the blonds mouth. He could feel without touching the strain of the lean body below him and the way the blond’s wrists twisted relentlessly in his grip. He could almost hear the blond’s racing heart and could imagine the way his lungs must have been burning for air much as his own were. And without looking, Harry knew that the outline of the blond’s erection would still be crisp against the unforgiving material of the blond’s pants.

Harry knew that he shouldn’t have been doing this, that he shouldn’t want so badly to feel the blond squirming under him but he couldn’t help it. There had always been something about Malfoy that had set him off and now he found that he wanted nothing more than to fuck the blond into the next week. But as much as he wanted it he knew that he wouldn’t be able to force himself on the Malfoy. Then again he had the feeling that he wouldn’t have to do much forcing considering Malfoy seemed to be overflowing with just as much lust and unbearable want as himself.

As if to confirm that fact the Malfoy moaned and arched just a little, as though such a response was against his better judgement. Harry felt a rush at this and couldn’t help but yearn for more contact. He wanted to know if Malfoy’s body would truly feel as good grinding up against his own, as he had imagined all those times he was pressed up against the blond in a photo shoot knowing it was all just an act. But what they were doing now was no act, it was reality and almost felt a little bit too much to handle, almost as though the situation was out of his control, and the feeling, Harry discovered was delicious.

“Fuck.” He heard himself gasp, pulling away from the battle of tongues he had engaged himself in as he lowered his body. He loved the way Malfoy’s body aligned with his own and the perfect manner in which their erections came together to create the most electrifying friction for his more than wanting hardon. Malfoy seemed to feel it too because he hissed in pleasure and arched up, letting Harry take up a slow rhythm.

Harry could practically feel the blond’s resistance melt away and with them went his own reservations. This, he realized, was nothing meaningful, it was just a fuck and nothing more. And so long as things stayed that way everything would be safe. But then there was nothing more there to be in the first place, it wasn’t as though, looking beyond the mere physical action brought about some sort of emotional revelation, for behind the pleasure there was hate, strong and old and Harry felt reassured in that, reassured enough to finally stop holding back.

In a flash, one hand found it’s way to the button of Malfoy’s trousers, and in a split second he had it undone and the zipper down. He tugged at the pants, and Malfoy lifted his hips obligingly, allowing Harry to pull them clean off. Harry caught Malfoy’s boiling mercury gaze and saw the lust that clouded it. With a slow smirk, Harry lowered his eyes to Malfoy’s erection and quite nearly licked his lips at the sight. He could tell that it was throbbing for attention and so he brought his hand to it, running it slowly, haltingly up the blond’s shaft.

Malfoy hissed and closed his eyes, a powerful shudder passing through him before he arched in a pathetically desperate attempt to gain more contact. Harry allowed it, wrapping, his hand more firmly and pumping the blond’s cock, enjoying the way Malfoy lost his breath in mere moments and how tightly his hands clenched in the sheets below.

“Fuck....I-” Malfoy managed to gasp out before biting his lip hard to keep from coming. It didn’t help that he had already been left at the brink once that day and his body, therefore was extra sensitive. Harry got the idea and took his hand away, not wanting to end it yet. Malfoy hissed and glared, almost going so far as to finish the job himself before Harry swatted his hand away.

“Potter-” Draco started warningly, glaring full force at the brunet for having been denied his climax, he was not in the mood to be left hanging.

“Don’t worry, Malfoy. I intend to finish this, just not so fast.”

Draco blushed a little but had very little time to be embarrassed as he was once again overwhelmed by the feeling of Potter’s tongue against his skin. This time his mouth was lower and it trailed hot openmouthed kisses down his torso before nibbling and sucking hard at the groove of Draco’s hip bone. Draco groaned and returned a little to his senses, his orgasm creeping away once more leaving him more aware of Potter’s torturous touch.

And then Potter was snogging him again and he couldn’t help but respond with equal vigor. Potter had such a talented tongue, a wonderful taste and his kisses left the blond dizzy and electrified, and hot beyond belief. Potter’s hands were all over him, one settling briefly to tweak on a nipple in a move that forced Draco to arch up only to have his erection meet with Potter’s.

Draco let his own hands wander over the rippling muscles under the firm, flawless, tan skin of Potter’s body. The chemistry was perfect and Draco felt as though every touch from the brunet set his body afire once again.

Potter was still kissing him haltingly when he shifted his weight, pulling his body away from the blond. Draco didn’t notice until he felt Potter urge his legs open by forcing his right knee between them. The brunet broke the kiss and nibbled at Draco’s neck once more, and Draco found he had locked his arms around the brunet’s neck.

A flutter ran through Draco’s body and he felt the overwhelming urge to shove Potter away, and the only thing that kept him from doing so was the unbelievable pleasure that coursed through him at mere contact with the brunet. It was intense and Draco found he couldn’t bring himself to stop it.

As Potter licked at the skin of his neck Draco reached down and undid his pants. Potter got the message immediately and pulled away for a second so that he could strip his pants and boxers off and toss them out of the way. Draco found himself swallowing hard at the sight of Potter’s long hard cock and then looked up and met Potter’s eyes. The brunet was smirking, a self-assured, unbelievably sexy smirk and Draco found himself grabbing the ex-Gryffindor by the back of the neck and into a passionate kiss. He could still feel the smirk against his lips.

Harry let Malfoy slip his tongue out and into his mouth, he let the blond push his tongue under and he let him guide the kiss. But all the while he slid his hand up the inside of Malfoy’s thigh. The body beneath him trembled at the touch and Malfoy would have squeezed his legs closed were it not for the fact that Harry had managed to position himself firmly between them.

Malfoy pulled away from the kiss and leaned back on his elbows, his head cast up, his eyes trained on the black canopy above their heads. Harry knew that the blond was holding himself back from calling the whole thing off and admired him for it, just a little, before he ruthlessly carried on.

Malfoy’s breath was choppy and uneven as Harry let his hand trail the path from the base of his scrotum to his opening. Time felt frozen and for a second Harry felt as though his heart would give out, and he was certain it would have had Malfoy uttered a single word against his actions. The moment passed and Malfoy looked down and caught his gaze, the need was apparent.

Without hesitation Harry reached over the side of the bed and fished his wand from his pant pocket and concentrating hard he summoned a tube of lubrication from the where he always kept it in his bedside table drawer back at home. The cap was off in a second and the cool, wet liquid slathered over his fingers in the next moment. On his knees between Malfoy’s legs he leaned down and placed a soft but demanding kiss on the blond’s lips. Malfoy took the opportunity to close his eyes and bury one hand in Harry’s messy black locks.

Harry waited a moment for the tenseness to fade from the body below him and stroked the blond’s cock in his need to do something. Finally as the body below him became more receptive and relaxed, arching into his stroke Harry pushed one finger past the tight ring of muscle and into the clenched heat of the blond’s body.

Draco couldn’t help but gasp as he felt Potter’s finger slide into him, almost to the knuckle. He bit his lip and turned his head to the side, his breathing seemed far more labored than it had been just a moment before. It felt distinctly odd to have something so foreign in him and yet the feeling wasn’t entirely unwelcome. When Potter began to move the digit within him he gasped despite himself and tried to thrust down on the lone finger.

Potter seemed to take this as an encouraging sign because he added a second finger and Draco stiffened a little at the fresh intrusion, it wasn’t uncomfortable, not yet at any rate. It was then that Draco noticed Potter had stopped his movements. Draco immediately locked eyes with Potter and felt the heat of the brunet’s lust burn through him, and every muscle in his body clenched in response.

Draco could feel the presence of Potter like a heavy blanket. It was powerful and demanding and overwhelming all at once, and more than anything else it was constant and Draco felt the urge to feel Potter more deeply course through him. He wanted the intensity again, and he hated the fact that everything seemed to have come to a standstill. He hardly wanted the time to think, because he knew it would only cause him to back out and something deep within him told him he would miss the most intense experience of his life if he were to back out at just that moment. There was only one thing for it.

“Get on with it Potter.” Draco growled, looking his long time rival straight in the eyes. Fireworks exploded in Draco vision as in a second Harry moved his fingers once more, this time his other hand stroking Draco’s weeping erection in time. When Harry added one more finger, Draco hardly felt it, what he did feel was a lightning bolt of pleasure shock his system as Harry’s fingers curved to brush against his prostate.

“Ah...fuck.” Draco moaned, a little dazed.

“That’s nothing.” Harry murmured as he continued to fuck Draco with his fingers, twisting and spreading them in Draco’s tight heat. “I’ll give you pleasure like nothing you’ve ever had before we’re through.” The brunet rasped and Draco only response was to thrust himself down on his fingers. It felt so good to feel the movement deep within him. Better than he had ever imagined it could.

Draco shook his hair from his eyes and paid no attention to the fact that his hair fell lank against his forehead, weighted by the light sheen of sweat that covered his body. He was too focused on the sensation of Harry’s fingers in him and just a little preoccupied with the process of continuing to breathe.

Harry saw Draco’s eyes snap open as he removed his fingers, and then the way the blond tensed as Harry placed the head of his well lubricated cock at his entrance. He didn’t have to ask one last time, the look in Draco’s eyes was enough of an answer as to whether or not to go through with the matter. Lifting the blond’s hips a little he pressed forward. Draco closed his eyes and Harry let him, after all who was he to demand any different from the blond.

Holding Draco steady he urged his cock beyond the tight ring of muscle that seemed unforgiving despite the precautions he had taken. But Draco didn’t stop him, and though his eyes were closed he seemed in control enough to only wince a little, and turn his head to the other side in discomfort. His blond hair was splayed across his closed eyes and Harry felt the urge to reach out and brush it away but restrained himself.

Draco couldn’t help the pained gasp that escaped him as Harry pushed the head of his cock into his entrance and then a little more. It hurt like hell and Draco could taste the copper tang of blood where he had bitten into his lip. He could feel tears forming behind closed eyes and he almost whimpered. He felt the urge to push out against the intrusion but had the sense not to knowing that contracting his muscles at all would only hurt more. He tried to relax a little and somehow found it easier as Harry pressed his own body a little closer to the bed and the blond. He could feel the brunet holding back from simply thrusting in and finally managed a deep outward breath and opened his eyes.

At that Harry pulled back just a little and then sheathed himself in Draco’s tight passage in one smooth move. That time Draco couldn’t help the pained moan as he was stretched from the inside, painfully so where Harry’s fingers had been unable to reach him. He felt incredibly full and more than that he felt the brunet, a part of him in the most intense way.

Harry shifted his hips, rocking in and out of Draco in the barest amounts, though all he wanted was to fuck the blond straight through the bed. Draco was insanely hot and tight and it was driving Harry insane.

“Move!” Draco growled, as soon as he got used to the feeling of being so stretched out.

Harry was only happy to comply. He pulled out and thrust back in and this time Draco found himself arching to meet the thrust as his legs circled around the brunet’s waist to get a better angle. Every movement was pure fluid perfection and Draco felt his heart racing in moments. It felt amazing to have Harry in him, so deep, it was beyond mind blowing.

Pushing into the tight passage of Draco Harry felt as though everything else in the world was coming down about his ears. He couldn’t bring himself to see beyond the absolutely beautiful blond under him, couldn’t hear past the soft moans that slipped past his lips and couldn’t think past bringing himself to kiss the ragged breath from Draco’s lungs.

Changing his angle a little, Harry felt the response he so desperately wanted. Draco jerked up and quite nearly screamed as Harry found his prostate. He kept the moans under wraps, caught somewhere between his tongue and Draco’s as he mercilessly pounded against Draco’s sweet spot. The blond’s insides dragged at his cock in a manner that sent the electric tendrils of his orgasm clawing through his body and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

Using one hand to brace his weight he pumped Draco’s erection with the other hand, and the blond’s moans were music to his ears and the heat of their clashing bodies was equivalent to a raging inferno in Harry’s mind.

Harry felt Draco’s muscles clench and the blond arched up, Harry broke their kiss and buried his face against Draco’s neck, his teeth on the blond’s collarbone as he gave the blond his breath back. Draco buried his hands tightly in Harry’s hair and gave a muffled scream as his climax overwhelmed him.

Seconds later Harry thrust into the tight clenching body one last time, pushing deeper and harder than ever before and came hard, the white of his orgasm washing over him as Draco’s seed washed over his hand and coated his stomach and the blond’s alike.

Harry was brought back to reality by the sounds of his harsh breathing mingling with the ragged gasps from the blond. Careful he pulled out and to his credit Malfoy didn’t utter a sound of pain though he did wince. Completely spent and absolutely sated, Harry collapsed beside the blond, only just barely trying to get his breathing in order.

He was quite sure how long he lay there, simply staring up at the canopy of the four poster bed. It wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward, in fact it was almost pleasant, simply staring at the black above his head, the only discomfort being in the essence which had begun to dry again his stomach and hand.

The peace was broken as he felt the bed shift. He didn’t say anything, didn’t move, but simply continued to stare at the canopy. He heard Malfoy roll off the bed and put on a pair of pants. He listened to the sounds of the blond’s feet as he shuffled slowly across the carpet. The snap of the bathroom door was sharp and it was only then that Harry looked away from the black above his head.

Picking up his wand from the floor he cast a quick cleaning charm on himself. It wasn’t enough to make him feel truly clean like after a shower but he knew it would have to do. Then he grabbed a pair of his own boxers, put them on and shuffled across the room. He felt exhausted, and was almost in a daze, but he also felt incredibly sated. Collapsing on the couch he pulled the covers about himself and commended Malfoy for having the strength to so much as move after what they had done, because Harry was certain the blond was far more sore than himself.

Harry closed his eyes and felt a small smile play on his lips as fell asleep to the faint sound of jets of water pounding against the shower tile.

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AN: That was a long chapter, the longest one yet I think and I sacrificed sleep to write it so hopefully you all enjoyed it. So it’s chapter 17 and they finally got around to doing the deed but what shall the consequences be? Find out next chapter [Don’t know how long it will take me].

Anyways hope you guys enjoyed it. Thanks to everyone who reviewed.

- Incessant_Darkness