The Principles of Lust
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Chapter 2
Title: The Principles of Lust
Author: Tracy7307 (feedback: tracy7307@hotmail.com)
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Three snapshots of Harry and Draco's relationship.
Timeline: Harry and Draco are 28-this chapter.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: Graphic M/M sexual relations, and fluff/romance in its purest form, and a lil bit of light spanking.
A/N: Thank you to Gwen for plopping this lovely bunny in my lap and letting me run with it. If you enjoyed this story, please say "Thank you Gwen!" in your feedback. And thanks to Dorothy for making this shine *grin*
A/N2: The title of this story is the title of a song of the same name, by enigma. And a great song to shag to, at that ;)
At twenty-eight years old, Harry Potter was shaking like a leaf.
He ran his trembling hands over the soft flesh behind his thighs, gripping just under his knees and pulling them to his chest. On his back, he lay exposed on the kitchen table, offering everything between his legs up to Draco. The blonde stood in front of Harry and pushed his shoulder length platinum locks from his face, studying the sight before him. Harry hadn't meant to hurt Draco. He was merely having coffee with a coworker at a nearby café, when Draco walked in the door and caught Harry laughing as the coworker beamed at his raven-haired lover. Harry was totally oblivious to the pass the coworker was trying to make.
And now Harry had to pay the price.
Draco reached out and traced the skin of Harry's parted globes with his manicured fingers, and then suddenly pulled his hand back and smacked Harry's cheek with an open palm. Harry's green eyes flinched closed momentarily, and Draco was quick to rub a soothing hand over the red handprint that was fading into white.
"Mine," Draco whispered, and leaned down to kiss the mark. YourYours," Harry replied.
He paused to look at Harry while leaning over his lover's spread legs. He prided himself on spending the last ten years of his life pleasuring Harry's body, and could predict with expert knowledge how it would react. He knew what shape Harry's nipples would pebble into when he touched the amaretto discs with his tongue. He knew that when Harry was aroused, his cream-coloured cock took on the most beautiful rosy hue. He knew that right before Harry came, a delicious babble of half-formed proclamations of love, adoration and fidelity spilled from his ruby lips. The thought of Harry sharing this with anyone else besides himself made Draco see red, and as a result, led his lover to this table like a lamb to the sacrifice, so that he could claim his territory.
On the kitchen table, the raven-haired man's cock lay half erect across his toned belly, gaining the telltale rose flush. His toned chest rose and fell quickly and at an uneven pace, filled with some unnamed emotion. His glasses obstructed Draco's assessment of Harry's eyes, so he reached down and yanked them off, to find a rich, dark forest green gaze looking back at him.
At that moment, the blonde tried desperately to obscure the hurt he felt when seeing Harry with another man, and tried to hide the ache for Harry that happened so deep down at times he felt as though he might shrivel away if denied his lover- but his silver eyes hid nothing, the loving fingers he trailed down his lover's temple gave it all away. Harry turned his head and pressed an open-lipped kiss into the blonde's palm, conveying in silence his acceptance and reciprocation of Draco's emotions.
Draco leaned down and gently lifted Harry's hips from the table just a bit, holding his prize just below his lips. His platinum locks mingled with the sparse dark hairs of Harry's inner thighs as he buried his flushed face between Harry's cheeks. He touched the tip of his tongue to the beginning of Harry's crevice, muttering a quick "mine," and hearing a "yes," in response that was flushed deep with arousal before tracing the path upwards. Leaving a wet stripe in the crevice, he marked his territory, and reached the dark puckered skin of Harry's entrance. His tongue danced over the tiny folds of skin, then paused at the opening.
"Mine," he breathed against Harry's skin.
"Yours," was the reply.
Draco wiggled his tongue in, tasting Harry's musky essence, savouring what his lover was giving to him. He thrust in when the ring of muscle relaxed, once, twice, leaving his saliva to mix with Harry's inner muscles. He pulled out and sucked at the puckered hole, then resumed his trail upwards, painting the connective tissue with the flat of his tongue, then licked heavily against the skin of Harry's scrotum.
"Draco," a whisper sliced through the kitchen.
"Harry," came the response, muffled through pink lips caressing rough dark skin.
He sucked first the left sac in his mouth, letting his blonde eyelashes flutter closed as he hummed around the object in his mouth. He moved to the right, opening his silver eyes again to look down at Harry, and was bewildered that Harry still blushed with shy arousal after their years of lovemaking. Draco sucked on the sac, laving it with his tongue, marking it with his saliva before abandoning it and tracing a wet path up the sensitive vein of Harry's cock.
"Mine," the blonde said as he pressed his lips against Harry's cock.
"Yours."
Dracoouthouth closed on the tip of Harry's erection, and he watched his lover throw his head to the left, inky black hair contrasting sharply with the cream colour of the table. Harry's bronzed fingers slid from behind his knees and clutched the sides of the table as the blonde dipped his fingers into the bowl of lavender oil he had placed next to Harry for this occasion. Slowly, he circled his lover's entrance with his oiled fingers, and then inserted his index finger into Harry's welcoming heat, while sucking noisily up and down the raven-haired man's shaft. It was when he touched his lover's prostate that he noticed the whimpers escaping from Harry's mouth.
Draco's hips began pumping against the table as he listened to his lover come undone, and added a second finger, scissoring and stretching the tunnel.
Those soft black eyelashes suddenly moistened and clumped together. "Now, please Draco, make me yours," Harry's arousal-stained voice finally ground out, with a hint of tremor. Draco felt that his lover was upset, and Draco let Harry's hips fall softly to the table and leaned down, covering Harry's lips with his own.
"What's wrong, love?" Desperate grey eyes searched Harry's face. "Please tell me. I'm sorry, this was all a bad idea-" Draco's stomach churned as he thought that maybe he stepped over the line this time, and unshed tears blurred his vision.
Harry's eyes shot open, emerald and clear, and met Draco's distraught gaze. "No. I need you, Draco. Need you to take me, please," he whimpered as his hand reached down and caressed Draco's cock.
The blonde leaned over the table, lining up his cock with Harry's entrance, and whispered "Lubricus" against his lover's lips. His platinum locks fell forward and intermingled with Harry's dark ones, creating a dazzling contrast of light and dark.
With a slow push, the blonde slid into Harry, crying out at the sweet pressure his lover's muscles created around his cock.
"Mine," he whispered against the corner of Harry's mouth.
"Yours," the raven-haired man replied, closing his eyes.
The blonde pulled out and thrust back into his lover's tunnel. "Open your eyes," he commanded, and when his lover did so, Draco nearly crumbled at the emotions written in Harry's gaze- the want, the need, the adoration.
Harry wrapped his legs around Draco's back, surrounding the blonde with his body, with his legs, with his arms, his lips, his love. Draco choked back a sob and began to pump faster into his lover, filling him with his cock, with everything unspoken, and tried to give back everything that Harry was giving to him. Draco clutched Harry's body, flexing his hips harder and harder, boring himself into Harry, wishing he could curl up inside and spend the rest of his life there.
The kitchen table rocked back and forth. It moved forwards as Draco thrust harder, and snapped back into place when he relaxed. The blonde flexed into Harry with all his might, causing the table to skid with a great rubber staccato sound.
"Harder, Draco," Harry said breathily, "make me come."
"Yes," the blonde replied, "yes, Harry, come for me." Thrust. Skid.
"Love you," Harry whispered. Thrust. Skid. "So much, Draco." The blonde fought to hold back the tears that his lover's words caused to well up in him.
"Merlin, Harry, I love you," words muttered down as Draco stepped forward to keep up. Thrust, skid.
Draco reached between them and began pumping Harry's cock.
"Mine," Draco whispered, his slick hand pulling quickly at his lover's erection.
"Yours," Harry affirmed as the table skidded with Draco's quickened pumping. The blonde stepped forward to the table, his cock nearly slipping from Harry.
The kitchen filled with a cacophony of sound: the panting, the moans, the wet slapping of bodies, the skidding of rubber table leg stoppers, the table finally crashing against the countertop, the resulting rattle of dishes, Draco's sobs and the sound of Harry Potter coming undone.
"Fuck, Draco, hmm, love you, sorry for, nnngh, what happened, so good, please, gods, oh Merlin, gonna come," the aimless babble fell from Harry's reddened lips.
Harry's hips bucked wildly in the blonde's hand, and with a tight pull on his cock, Harry screamed Draco's name, as strands of his fluid erupted onto the blonde's fine fingers. Draco thrust once, twice, three more times before his climax rushed through him as his body tensed, and he filled his lover with a shuddering gasp.
A minute later, Draco Malfoy wiped the tears from his cheeks and crawled on top of the kitchen table, curling against Harry's side and burying his nose in the night-black strands of hair. He inhaled, hoping the smell of Harry's musk and citrus shampoo would forever ingrain itself into him, the way he had just ingrained himself into Harry. Fresh droplets fell from clumped blonde lashes onto the soft shell of Harry's right ear.
"I'm sorry, Draco," Harry whispered to him. He turned to his side, entwining his limbs with the blonde's and reached up to brush the wet trails from Draco's snowy cheek. He laced the fingers of his other hand through Draco's and continued, "I thought it was just coffee."
The blonde traced his lover's swollen rep lips with the pad of his thumb and connected his wettened silver gaze with his lover's emerald. "You can have coffee with whomever you choose, Harry," he said, pulling their linked hands to his alabaster chest, "but you can only have this with me."
"Only with you, love," Harry affirmed. After a moment, he added, "and if you want to fuck on any more furniture, I'll go have coffee with someone else, because I don't think we've tried the top of the refrigerator yet..."
Draco grinned and winked at Harry, an evil twinkle in his silver eyes.
TBC in part 3.
Author: Tracy7307 (feedback: tracy7307@hotmail.com)
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Three snapshots of Harry and Draco's relationship.
Timeline: Harry and Draco are 28-this chapter.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: Graphic M/M sexual relations, and fluff/romance in its purest form, and a lil bit of light spanking.
A/N: Thank you to Gwen for plopping this lovely bunny in my lap and letting me run with it. If you enjoyed this story, please say "Thank you Gwen!" in your feedback. And thanks to Dorothy for making this shine *grin*
A/N2: The title of this story is the title of a song of the same name, by enigma. And a great song to shag to, at that ;)
At twenty-eight years old, Harry Potter was shaking like a leaf.
He ran his trembling hands over the soft flesh behind his thighs, gripping just under his knees and pulling them to his chest. On his back, he lay exposed on the kitchen table, offering everything between his legs up to Draco. The blonde stood in front of Harry and pushed his shoulder length platinum locks from his face, studying the sight before him. Harry hadn't meant to hurt Draco. He was merely having coffee with a coworker at a nearby café, when Draco walked in the door and caught Harry laughing as the coworker beamed at his raven-haired lover. Harry was totally oblivious to the pass the coworker was trying to make.
And now Harry had to pay the price.
Draco reached out and traced the skin of Harry's parted globes with his manicured fingers, and then suddenly pulled his hand back and smacked Harry's cheek with an open palm. Harry's green eyes flinched closed momentarily, and Draco was quick to rub a soothing hand over the red handprint that was fading into white.
"Mine," Draco whispered, and leaned down to kiss the mark. YourYours," Harry replied.
He paused to look at Harry while leaning over his lover's spread legs. He prided himself on spending the last ten years of his life pleasuring Harry's body, and could predict with expert knowledge how it would react. He knew what shape Harry's nipples would pebble into when he touched the amaretto discs with his tongue. He knew that when Harry was aroused, his cream-coloured cock took on the most beautiful rosy hue. He knew that right before Harry came, a delicious babble of half-formed proclamations of love, adoration and fidelity spilled from his ruby lips. The thought of Harry sharing this with anyone else besides himself made Draco see red, and as a result, led his lover to this table like a lamb to the sacrifice, so that he could claim his territory.
On the kitchen table, the raven-haired man's cock lay half erect across his toned belly, gaining the telltale rose flush. His toned chest rose and fell quickly and at an uneven pace, filled with some unnamed emotion. His glasses obstructed Draco's assessment of Harry's eyes, so he reached down and yanked them off, to find a rich, dark forest green gaze looking back at him.
At that moment, the blonde tried desperately to obscure the hurt he felt when seeing Harry with another man, and tried to hide the ache for Harry that happened so deep down at times he felt as though he might shrivel away if denied his lover- but his silver eyes hid nothing, the loving fingers he trailed down his lover's temple gave it all away. Harry turned his head and pressed an open-lipped kiss into the blonde's palm, conveying in silence his acceptance and reciprocation of Draco's emotions.
Draco leaned down and gently lifted Harry's hips from the table just a bit, holding his prize just below his lips. His platinum locks mingled with the sparse dark hairs of Harry's inner thighs as he buried his flushed face between Harry's cheeks. He touched the tip of his tongue to the beginning of Harry's crevice, muttering a quick "mine," and hearing a "yes," in response that was flushed deep with arousal before tracing the path upwards. Leaving a wet stripe in the crevice, he marked his territory, and reached the dark puckered skin of Harry's entrance. His tongue danced over the tiny folds of skin, then paused at the opening.
"Mine," he breathed against Harry's skin.
"Yours," was the reply.
Draco wiggled his tongue in, tasting Harry's musky essence, savouring what his lover was giving to him. He thrust in when the ring of muscle relaxed, once, twice, leaving his saliva to mix with Harry's inner muscles. He pulled out and sucked at the puckered hole, then resumed his trail upwards, painting the connective tissue with the flat of his tongue, then licked heavily against the skin of Harry's scrotum.
"Draco," a whisper sliced through the kitchen.
"Harry," came the response, muffled through pink lips caressing rough dark skin.
He sucked first the left sac in his mouth, letting his blonde eyelashes flutter closed as he hummed around the object in his mouth. He moved to the right, opening his silver eyes again to look down at Harry, and was bewildered that Harry still blushed with shy arousal after their years of lovemaking. Draco sucked on the sac, laving it with his tongue, marking it with his saliva before abandoning it and tracing a wet path up the sensitive vein of Harry's cock.
"Mine," the blonde said as he pressed his lips against Harry's cock.
"Yours."
Dracoouthouth closed on the tip of Harry's erection, and he watched his lover throw his head to the left, inky black hair contrasting sharply with the cream colour of the table. Harry's bronzed fingers slid from behind his knees and clutched the sides of the table as the blonde dipped his fingers into the bowl of lavender oil he had placed next to Harry for this occasion. Slowly, he circled his lover's entrance with his oiled fingers, and then inserted his index finger into Harry's welcoming heat, while sucking noisily up and down the raven-haired man's shaft. It was when he touched his lover's prostate that he noticed the whimpers escaping from Harry's mouth.
Draco's hips began pumping against the table as he listened to his lover come undone, and added a second finger, scissoring and stretching the tunnel.
Those soft black eyelashes suddenly moistened and clumped together. "Now, please Draco, make me yours," Harry's arousal-stained voice finally ground out, with a hint of tremor. Draco felt that his lover was upset, and Draco let Harry's hips fall softly to the table and leaned down, covering Harry's lips with his own.
"What's wrong, love?" Desperate grey eyes searched Harry's face. "Please tell me. I'm sorry, this was all a bad idea-" Draco's stomach churned as he thought that maybe he stepped over the line this time, and unshed tears blurred his vision.
Harry's eyes shot open, emerald and clear, and met Draco's distraught gaze. "No. I need you, Draco. Need you to take me, please," he whimpered as his hand reached down and caressed Draco's cock.
The blonde leaned over the table, lining up his cock with Harry's entrance, and whispered "Lubricus" against his lover's lips. His platinum locks fell forward and intermingled with Harry's dark ones, creating a dazzling contrast of light and dark.
With a slow push, the blonde slid into Harry, crying out at the sweet pressure his lover's muscles created around his cock.
"Mine," he whispered against the corner of Harry's mouth.
"Yours," the raven-haired man replied, closing his eyes.
The blonde pulled out and thrust back into his lover's tunnel. "Open your eyes," he commanded, and when his lover did so, Draco nearly crumbled at the emotions written in Harry's gaze- the want, the need, the adoration.
Harry wrapped his legs around Draco's back, surrounding the blonde with his body, with his legs, with his arms, his lips, his love. Draco choked back a sob and began to pump faster into his lover, filling him with his cock, with everything unspoken, and tried to give back everything that Harry was giving to him. Draco clutched Harry's body, flexing his hips harder and harder, boring himself into Harry, wishing he could curl up inside and spend the rest of his life there.
The kitchen table rocked back and forth. It moved forwards as Draco thrust harder, and snapped back into place when he relaxed. The blonde flexed into Harry with all his might, causing the table to skid with a great rubber staccato sound.
"Harder, Draco," Harry said breathily, "make me come."
"Yes," the blonde replied, "yes, Harry, come for me." Thrust. Skid.
"Love you," Harry whispered. Thrust. Skid. "So much, Draco." The blonde fought to hold back the tears that his lover's words caused to well up in him.
"Merlin, Harry, I love you," words muttered down as Draco stepped forward to keep up. Thrust, skid.
Draco reached between them and began pumping Harry's cock.
"Mine," Draco whispered, his slick hand pulling quickly at his lover's erection.
"Yours," Harry affirmed as the table skidded with Draco's quickened pumping. The blonde stepped forward to the table, his cock nearly slipping from Harry.
The kitchen filled with a cacophony of sound: the panting, the moans, the wet slapping of bodies, the skidding of rubber table leg stoppers, the table finally crashing against the countertop, the resulting rattle of dishes, Draco's sobs and the sound of Harry Potter coming undone.
"Fuck, Draco, hmm, love you, sorry for, nnngh, what happened, so good, please, gods, oh Merlin, gonna come," the aimless babble fell from Harry's reddened lips.
Harry's hips bucked wildly in the blonde's hand, and with a tight pull on his cock, Harry screamed Draco's name, as strands of his fluid erupted onto the blonde's fine fingers. Draco thrust once, twice, three more times before his climax rushed through him as his body tensed, and he filled his lover with a shuddering gasp.
A minute later, Draco Malfoy wiped the tears from his cheeks and crawled on top of the kitchen table, curling against Harry's side and burying his nose in the night-black strands of hair. He inhaled, hoping the smell of Harry's musk and citrus shampoo would forever ingrain itself into him, the way he had just ingrained himself into Harry. Fresh droplets fell from clumped blonde lashes onto the soft shell of Harry's right ear.
"I'm sorry, Draco," Harry whispered to him. He turned to his side, entwining his limbs with the blonde's and reached up to brush the wet trails from Draco's snowy cheek. He laced the fingers of his other hand through Draco's and continued, "I thought it was just coffee."
The blonde traced his lover's swollen rep lips with the pad of his thumb and connected his wettened silver gaze with his lover's emerald. "You can have coffee with whomever you choose, Harry," he said, pulling their linked hands to his alabaster chest, "but you can only have this with me."
"Only with you, love," Harry affirmed. After a moment, he added, "and if you want to fuck on any more furniture, I'll go have coffee with someone else, because I don't think we've tried the top of the refrigerator yet..."
Draco grinned and winked at Harry, an evil twinkle in his silver eyes.
TBC in part 3.