Close Enough

Ch 18 The Dream

Draco wrapped his strong arms around Harry’s waist, pulling the smaller boy closer to him. Harry snuggled close into Draco’s embrace, resting his forehead on Draco’s shoulder, softly murmuring sleepily, “Love you, Draco.” Draco nuzzled Harry’s neck planting a soft kiss just below his ear, “Love you, Harry.” Draco didn’t know he could feel like this, he didn’t know it was possible to feel so happy. Planting soft kisses on Harry’s neck, Draco marveled at the fact that this small body could make such a loud contented, purring sound.
Harry shifted from where he was seated on Draco’s lap, to straddle Draco’s hips pressing their chests together purring loudly. A low growl came from Draco’s throat as Harry pressed into him. Loving the contact with his mate Draco rotated his hips slightly, grinding against Harry. Harry gasped, Draco moaned.
“Harry…. Can I…” Draco asked softly against Harry’s neck, licking softly at the pulse point. Harry just whimpered wantonly, grinding against Draco. Harry could feel Draco’s lips curl against his neck before the licking began again. After a few minutes of licking, listening to Harry’s moans, and rubbing against his arousal; Draco decided it was time. A moment passed, Draco felt the burning in his gums, he could feel his teeth extending. With one final lick to Harry’s neck Draco bit down, gently puncturing Harry’s neck, and began to drink.
It was amazing. Draco drank slowly, allowing himself to savor the flavor rolling into his mouth. It was like nectar, ambrosia, only something of the gods’ could taste this good. With every swallow, Draco felt even more connected to Harry. He could smell the arousal rolling off of his mate, he could feel his heartbeat, he could taste the magic that flowed through him. Mostly he could sense the love behind the embrace, the trust that Harry held for him, and the overwhelming need to be bonded to Draco.
When Harry could feel that Draco was almost finished feasting on him, Harry sped up his movements. They both ground furiously against each other, moaning loudly. Draco licked the wounds closed, Harry threw his head back with a growl just before…..

“AAAHHHHH” Draco sat bolt upright in bed. First looking down, groaning at his obvious arousal. At the rustle of blankets from the bed next to him, he looked over at Harry.
Harry lay curled around himself clutching his head, muttering in his sleep, “no no no no no no no….. it’s not…” all the blankets were thrown off to the foot of the bed, Harry had sweat running down his body, and he was shaking.
Draco slid quickly from his bed and knelt next to Harry’s, placing a hand gently on Harry’s. “Harry… Harry…” Draco was startled when Harry reached out blindly for him, grasped his shirt, and pulled him toward him. Harry pulled at him until they we both on the bed. As soon as Draco’s back hit the bed, Harry curled into his side pressing his face into the middle of Draco’s chest. The moment his head rested on Draco’s chest, Harry purred softly. Draco began running his hand through his intended’s hair, whispering words of comfort to the still sleeping boy.
“I’m right here…. I’m not going anywhere my sweet Harry.” At these words Harry’s hands relaxed slightly, and he snuggled closer to Draco’s side. “I’m right here… the dreams can’t get you…” Draco wrapped his arms firmly around Harry, “What are you dreaming about? What could make you this scared?” He sighed as Harry’s breath evened, it was obvious that he was back in a dreamless sleep. “Sleep, my lovely.” Draco planted a soft kiss on the top of Harry’s head. “I’ll stay right here.”