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Chapter 20
So Far Away
By: Gwen
Rating: NC17 overall
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warning: AU/Slash/Drama/Angst/Romance
Betas: Tracy & Dorothy
Feedback: Much appreciated
Disclaimer: The "boys" belong to JKR. I just borrow them on occasion. No money is being made from this little adventure.
Summary: Interesting things can happen when you're away from everyone and everything you know.
Chapter 20 – Sleeping Dragons
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The first rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, bathing the two sleeping forms in golden hues. Strands of dark hair mingled with light, just as ashen limbs intertwined with tanned, the contrast beautiful in its simplicity. Fingers of light teased a bronzed back as an outstretched arm lay across an alabaster chest that rose and fell with a hypnotic rhythm. Although their positions had changed during the night, the raven-haired wizard was still protecting what he now thought of as his, as if he expected someone to try and take away his happiness.
Slowly emerging from the last vestiges of sleep, Harry smiled as he felt the warmth of the body lying beside him, the weight of an elegant hand resting on his bicep. Sooty lashes rose from their resting place and blurry sleep-filled eyes spied a pale shoulder resting scant inches from his lips. It took a few moments for his sight to focus and he found himself studying a lone freckle that marred Draco’s perfect skin. He fought the temptation to place a kiss against it for fear of waking his bed partner. He would get around to that a bit later. Right now he wanted to lay here and enjoy the novelty of waking up with someone by his side.
Harry lay there for a long while doing nothing more than listening to the sound of his boyfriend’s breathing and watching the day assert itself, chasing the traces of night from their room. It was only when nature called that he reluctantly left his private haven. Not wanting to disturb his sleeping angel, he slowly rolled onto his back and slid from the bed, padding quietly across the room to the adjoining bathroom.
A few minutes later he returned to find a half-naked body lying across the bed. He figured that Draco was the type who would take up as much space as he possibly could whether he was asleep or awake and his theory had just been proven correct. Now he had to deal with the problem of getting back into the bed without waking the blonde since he would have to be moved.
Draco was sleeping on his back, his right arm resting against his toned stomach while his left arm was hanging off the side of the bed, the navy blue sheet pushed haphazardly below his waist as if he had been fighting with it. Harry drank in the sight of Draco on display before him, taking in as much as he could. Starting at his sleep-tousled mane, he let his eyes caress the aristocratic face, noticing the long blonde lashes resting against fair skin, his lips relaxed and parted ever so slightly, the strong jaw, the long column of his neck, the twin dusky discs that sat atop lightly muscled pectorals, the fine line of soft hair that ran from just below his navel over his abdomen and further down. Harry’s cock stirred as his eyes lingered on the bulge that was concealed by his partner’s sleep pants. Merlin, he would like nothing more than to strip that enticing body bare and memorize every inch of it, inside and out.
Not wanting to be away from that lovely body any longer, he gently lifted Draco’s left arm and rolled him to his right side, sliding back into the bed behind his sleeping dragon. Reaching down, he grabbed the forest green and navy comforter and covered them, his arm resting possessively on a tapered hip. Harry closed his eyes and listened to his partner’s steady breathing as he drifted back to sleep.
"I hope you don’t plan on hexing me with that wand you have in your shorts," a sleep-filled, gravelly voice said a few minutes later.
Harry leaned forward and kissed the side of Draco’s neck. "Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you."
Draco’s left hand found Harry’s and brought it up to his chest, effective pulling Harry closer to his body. "It’s okay. I’m cold," he said.
Harry smiled and moved closer to Draco, his cock nestled between the globes of the blonde’s bum, their bodies now touching as much as they possibly could. "Better?" he asked.
Draco nodded and pushed his rear into Harry’s groin. "It’s getting that way."
Harry laughed quietly. "So am I your official bed warmer?" he asked.
The blonde slid their joined hands down past his stomach and groaned as he settled them over his cloth-covered hardness. "Among other things," he said as he flexed his hips, his cock pressing into their hands.
Harry copied the motion with his own hips, pressing his hardness against Draco. "Dracoooo," he breathed against his boyfriend’s shoulder blade.
"Hmmm?" Draco asked as he moved their hands so that they were slowly stroking him through his pants. "Oh fuck, this feels good," he said as his gray eyes closed and focused on the hand that was now gripping his flesh through cotton. Harry’s fingers wrapped around his cock as best as he could, slowly stroking him, up, down, up, down. As he did this, his hips were moving against Draco’s rear in time with his strokes.
"Merlin, Draco," he said as he nipped at the tender flesh in front of him. "This is … so … oh fuck," he said as he continued to move against his boyfriend and stroke him simultaneously. Draco’s quiet moans only added to the fire that was burning inside of Harry.
Draco was pumping himself into Harry's hand, the cloth of his sleep pants adding to the heat that had begun to build, his pearly white teeth worrying his lower lip as he tried to pace himself. He did not want this to end anytime soon and knew that if he were to continue like this, it would be over in a matter of minutes. Just the thought of Harry doing this to him, with him, was enough to send him over the edge. "Harry," he breathed as he tried to slow himself down.
"What? … Merlin …" he said as he slowed his thrusts to match his partners.
"I can’t … I need … to … stop … Harry …" Draco said as he gripped Harry’s hand to stop it’s motion. "Fuck," he said as he tried to calm his erratic breathing. "I need to stop … or I’ll come," he said as he squeezed Harry’s hand around him.
That’s exactly what Harry wanted him to do, but he knew that Draco was right. He was getting too worked up himself and wasn’t ready to let go just yet. Harry stopped his movements and rolled to his back, which allowed Draco to rest on his back as well. They lay this way for a moment, taking in deep breaths, allowing their racing hearts to slow. Before he realized what he was doing, he had rolled on top of the blonde wizard so that he was lying between open legs; their cocks nestled together, his weight braced on his elbows.
Dark green lust-filled orbs burned into gray. "You have no idea how much I want to make you come, Draco. I want you to fall apart in my arms and I want to be the one who puts you back together," he said as he pressed his hardness against his partners, his tanned fingers brushing platinum locks away from the beautiful face below him.
"Yesssss," Draco said as he rolled his hips against Harry, his earlier thoughts obliterated by the look in Harry’s eyes. He lifted his hand and slid his fingers into the inky hair, pulling the lush mouth above him to his own. Everything he was feeling was put into this kiss … all of the want and need he felt for the man above him.
Harry responded in kind and pumped his hips against Draco’s, their cocks rubbing together through the fabric, which only heightened their senses. His tongue teased his partner’s, tips dueling, advancing, retreating, and twining around the other. The need for air became too great and their mouths separated, but did not venture far as their bodies continued to move against each other.
All of a sudden Harry stopped.
Draco panicked. "What is it? Harry? What’s wrong?" he said, his voice frantic. Merlin, he hoped he hadn’t changed his mind.
Harry twisted his body and looked at the door. After a wave of his right hand and a few muttered words, he turned back to his boyfriend. "Forgot to put up the locking and silencing wards. I have a feeling we’re going to need them," he said before claiming the bruised lips again, pressing his full weight into the body writhing beneath him.
"Good thing you are adept at wandless magic, seeing how the only wand you have handy is a bit busy at the moment," Draco said as he pulled away from Harry’s lips, earning a particularly hard thrust for his comment.
It wasn’t long and they found their rhythm again, hips steadily rocking against each other. Draco bent his left leg, hooking a slender foot just below Harry's arse, the pressure on their cocks almost unbearable.
Draco tore his mouth away from Harry’s. "Oh fuck, Harry … faster," he pleaded. "Oh gods, Harry … I’m … shite …" He panted.
Harry braced his hands on each side of Draco’s head and looked down at him. "Tell me," he said as he drove himself against the blonde repeatedly.
Draco was babbling incoherently, Harry only catching a few words here and there that made sense. Everything else seemed to be a mix of moans and partially formed words. Harry reveled in the fact that he could reduce the great Draco Malfoy to such a state.
"Close … Harry … so … close," Draco said as his head thrashed from side to side, his fingers clutching the sheets, knuckles white under the strain.
Harry was fast approaching his melting point and knew it was time to let them fall. He leaned over and licked the shell of Draco’s ear. "Come for me, my dragon," he said, his voice filled with passion. "I want to see you fall apart," he said as he continued to pump his hips against the body below him. He tugged at the pink lobe. "Come for me," he breathed as he continued his erratic thrusting.
Draco grabbed at Harry’s arms, digging his nails into the tender flesh as he arched off of the bed with a scream, his cock jetting pearlescent streams into the cotton fabric of his sleep-pants. The sight and sound of his boyfriend’s completion was more than Harry could handle. With a loud groan, he gave into the sensations swirling around him as his cock pulsed and erupted, his boxers bearing the same wetness as his partners.
Open mouths were taking in large amounts of much needed oxygen and their hearts felt as if they would burst from their chests. It was a few moments before Harry leaned down and placed a gentle kiss against swollen lips, and then rolled off of his lover. He smiled at that. Draco was his lover now, and although they hadn’t actually had intercourse, it was damn close, and in Harry’s book, it was close enough.
As he lay there, he felt Draco’s hand seeking his, their fingers linking together. Never before had he felt like this afterwards, this satisfied, this complete. Maybe he was right in his thinking last night before he drifted off to sleep. Maybe he had finally found the one who could make him happy.
"Penny for your thoughts," Draco said as he watched the emotions flitting across his boyfriend’s face.
Harry lifted their joined hands and kissed the back of Draco’s, his head turning to the side so he could look at the young man lying beside him. "I can’t believe we just did that. Merlin, Draco, that was … fuck … incredible," he said, his face tinged pink from exertion as well as a bit of embarrassment now. "You okay?"
Draco rolled onto his side. "Never been better," he said before leaning down and capturing passion-swollen lips in a kiss. Harry’s left hand came up and slid into Draco’s blonde strands, holding his head steady as he returned the kiss. When they broke apart, Draco whispered against Harry’s lips, "think you can do something about the mess we created?" he said with a grin.
Harry’s eyes twinkled. "You’re a wizard, Draco. You’re just as capable of doing it as I am," he said as he trailed a tanned digit down his lover’s cheek.
"This is true, but you’re the one who topped, which means that you get to clean us up."
A dark eyebrow arched. "So that’s how it’s going to be? The one who tops does the cleaning?"
"Works for me," Draco said with a shrug.
"Somehow I get the feeling that I might have been right about you being lazy. You’ll bottom so you don’t have to clean up," Harry said as his finger moved to caress dark pink lips.
"Harry, please?" he asked with an innocent smile. .
"Fine," he sighed. He circled the air above his groin and then did the same to Draco, erasing the evidence of their bed play. "There, satisfied?" he asked.
Draco fell onto his back. "Definitely," he said with a smile as Harry rolled onto his side and nestled himself against the blonde. "I think a nap is in order since someone woke me earlier," he said as he moved so that he was holding Harry in his arms.
"Are you complaining?" Harry asked, pressing a kiss to Draco’s neck.
"Not bloody likely. I could get used to waking up like that," the blonde stated as pale lids closed over silver eyes.
"Maybe, but this is nice too," Harry said as his eyes slowly slid shut.
"Yes it is," Draco said quietly. After a few moments, "Don’t forget to take down the wards in case Allen needs to come in and get something," he commented.
"Oh yeah," Harry said as he sat up and with a wave of his hands, the wards fell. "Thanks."
"Anytime," his lover said with a smile.
"Really?" the raven-haired wizard teased.
A blonde head nodded. "Anytime, Harry. Anytime," he said as his body relaxed and fell into a peaceful slumber, his new lover following not long after.
TBC
By: Gwen
Rating: NC17 overall
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warning: AU/Slash/Drama/Angst/Romance
Betas: Tracy & Dorothy
Feedback: Much appreciated
Disclaimer: The "boys" belong to JKR. I just borrow them on occasion. No money is being made from this little adventure.
Summary: Interesting things can happen when you're away from everyone and everything you know.
Chapter 20 – Sleeping Dragons
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
The first rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, bathing the two sleeping forms in golden hues. Strands of dark hair mingled with light, just as ashen limbs intertwined with tanned, the contrast beautiful in its simplicity. Fingers of light teased a bronzed back as an outstretched arm lay across an alabaster chest that rose and fell with a hypnotic rhythm. Although their positions had changed during the night, the raven-haired wizard was still protecting what he now thought of as his, as if he expected someone to try and take away his happiness.
Slowly emerging from the last vestiges of sleep, Harry smiled as he felt the warmth of the body lying beside him, the weight of an elegant hand resting on his bicep. Sooty lashes rose from their resting place and blurry sleep-filled eyes spied a pale shoulder resting scant inches from his lips. It took a few moments for his sight to focus and he found himself studying a lone freckle that marred Draco’s perfect skin. He fought the temptation to place a kiss against it for fear of waking his bed partner. He would get around to that a bit later. Right now he wanted to lay here and enjoy the novelty of waking up with someone by his side.
Harry lay there for a long while doing nothing more than listening to the sound of his boyfriend’s breathing and watching the day assert itself, chasing the traces of night from their room. It was only when nature called that he reluctantly left his private haven. Not wanting to disturb his sleeping angel, he slowly rolled onto his back and slid from the bed, padding quietly across the room to the adjoining bathroom.
A few minutes later he returned to find a half-naked body lying across the bed. He figured that Draco was the type who would take up as much space as he possibly could whether he was asleep or awake and his theory had just been proven correct. Now he had to deal with the problem of getting back into the bed without waking the blonde since he would have to be moved.
Draco was sleeping on his back, his right arm resting against his toned stomach while his left arm was hanging off the side of the bed, the navy blue sheet pushed haphazardly below his waist as if he had been fighting with it. Harry drank in the sight of Draco on display before him, taking in as much as he could. Starting at his sleep-tousled mane, he let his eyes caress the aristocratic face, noticing the long blonde lashes resting against fair skin, his lips relaxed and parted ever so slightly, the strong jaw, the long column of his neck, the twin dusky discs that sat atop lightly muscled pectorals, the fine line of soft hair that ran from just below his navel over his abdomen and further down. Harry’s cock stirred as his eyes lingered on the bulge that was concealed by his partner’s sleep pants. Merlin, he would like nothing more than to strip that enticing body bare and memorize every inch of it, inside and out.
Not wanting to be away from that lovely body any longer, he gently lifted Draco’s left arm and rolled him to his right side, sliding back into the bed behind his sleeping dragon. Reaching down, he grabbed the forest green and navy comforter and covered them, his arm resting possessively on a tapered hip. Harry closed his eyes and listened to his partner’s steady breathing as he drifted back to sleep.
"I hope you don’t plan on hexing me with that wand you have in your shorts," a sleep-filled, gravelly voice said a few minutes later.
Harry leaned forward and kissed the side of Draco’s neck. "Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you."
Draco’s left hand found Harry’s and brought it up to his chest, effective pulling Harry closer to his body. "It’s okay. I’m cold," he said.
Harry smiled and moved closer to Draco, his cock nestled between the globes of the blonde’s bum, their bodies now touching as much as they possibly could. "Better?" he asked.
Draco nodded and pushed his rear into Harry’s groin. "It’s getting that way."
Harry laughed quietly. "So am I your official bed warmer?" he asked.
The blonde slid their joined hands down past his stomach and groaned as he settled them over his cloth-covered hardness. "Among other things," he said as he flexed his hips, his cock pressing into their hands.
Harry copied the motion with his own hips, pressing his hardness against Draco. "Dracoooo," he breathed against his boyfriend’s shoulder blade.
"Hmmm?" Draco asked as he moved their hands so that they were slowly stroking him through his pants. "Oh fuck, this feels good," he said as his gray eyes closed and focused on the hand that was now gripping his flesh through cotton. Harry’s fingers wrapped around his cock as best as he could, slowly stroking him, up, down, up, down. As he did this, his hips were moving against Draco’s rear in time with his strokes.
"Merlin, Draco," he said as he nipped at the tender flesh in front of him. "This is … so … oh fuck," he said as he continued to move against his boyfriend and stroke him simultaneously. Draco’s quiet moans only added to the fire that was burning inside of Harry.
Draco was pumping himself into Harry's hand, the cloth of his sleep pants adding to the heat that had begun to build, his pearly white teeth worrying his lower lip as he tried to pace himself. He did not want this to end anytime soon and knew that if he were to continue like this, it would be over in a matter of minutes. Just the thought of Harry doing this to him, with him, was enough to send him over the edge. "Harry," he breathed as he tried to slow himself down.
"What? … Merlin …" he said as he slowed his thrusts to match his partners.
"I can’t … I need … to … stop … Harry …" Draco said as he gripped Harry’s hand to stop it’s motion. "Fuck," he said as he tried to calm his erratic breathing. "I need to stop … or I’ll come," he said as he squeezed Harry’s hand around him.
That’s exactly what Harry wanted him to do, but he knew that Draco was right. He was getting too worked up himself and wasn’t ready to let go just yet. Harry stopped his movements and rolled to his back, which allowed Draco to rest on his back as well. They lay this way for a moment, taking in deep breaths, allowing their racing hearts to slow. Before he realized what he was doing, he had rolled on top of the blonde wizard so that he was lying between open legs; their cocks nestled together, his weight braced on his elbows.
Dark green lust-filled orbs burned into gray. "You have no idea how much I want to make you come, Draco. I want you to fall apart in my arms and I want to be the one who puts you back together," he said as he pressed his hardness against his partners, his tanned fingers brushing platinum locks away from the beautiful face below him.
"Yesssss," Draco said as he rolled his hips against Harry, his earlier thoughts obliterated by the look in Harry’s eyes. He lifted his hand and slid his fingers into the inky hair, pulling the lush mouth above him to his own. Everything he was feeling was put into this kiss … all of the want and need he felt for the man above him.
Harry responded in kind and pumped his hips against Draco’s, their cocks rubbing together through the fabric, which only heightened their senses. His tongue teased his partner’s, tips dueling, advancing, retreating, and twining around the other. The need for air became too great and their mouths separated, but did not venture far as their bodies continued to move against each other.
All of a sudden Harry stopped.
Draco panicked. "What is it? Harry? What’s wrong?" he said, his voice frantic. Merlin, he hoped he hadn’t changed his mind.
Harry twisted his body and looked at the door. After a wave of his right hand and a few muttered words, he turned back to his boyfriend. "Forgot to put up the locking and silencing wards. I have a feeling we’re going to need them," he said before claiming the bruised lips again, pressing his full weight into the body writhing beneath him.
"Good thing you are adept at wandless magic, seeing how the only wand you have handy is a bit busy at the moment," Draco said as he pulled away from Harry’s lips, earning a particularly hard thrust for his comment.
It wasn’t long and they found their rhythm again, hips steadily rocking against each other. Draco bent his left leg, hooking a slender foot just below Harry's arse, the pressure on their cocks almost unbearable.
Draco tore his mouth away from Harry’s. "Oh fuck, Harry … faster," he pleaded. "Oh gods, Harry … I’m … shite …" He panted.
Harry braced his hands on each side of Draco’s head and looked down at him. "Tell me," he said as he drove himself against the blonde repeatedly.
Draco was babbling incoherently, Harry only catching a few words here and there that made sense. Everything else seemed to be a mix of moans and partially formed words. Harry reveled in the fact that he could reduce the great Draco Malfoy to such a state.
"Close … Harry … so … close," Draco said as his head thrashed from side to side, his fingers clutching the sheets, knuckles white under the strain.
Harry was fast approaching his melting point and knew it was time to let them fall. He leaned over and licked the shell of Draco’s ear. "Come for me, my dragon," he said, his voice filled with passion. "I want to see you fall apart," he said as he continued to pump his hips against the body below him. He tugged at the pink lobe. "Come for me," he breathed as he continued his erratic thrusting.
Draco grabbed at Harry’s arms, digging his nails into the tender flesh as he arched off of the bed with a scream, his cock jetting pearlescent streams into the cotton fabric of his sleep-pants. The sight and sound of his boyfriend’s completion was more than Harry could handle. With a loud groan, he gave into the sensations swirling around him as his cock pulsed and erupted, his boxers bearing the same wetness as his partners.
Open mouths were taking in large amounts of much needed oxygen and their hearts felt as if they would burst from their chests. It was a few moments before Harry leaned down and placed a gentle kiss against swollen lips, and then rolled off of his lover. He smiled at that. Draco was his lover now, and although they hadn’t actually had intercourse, it was damn close, and in Harry’s book, it was close enough.
As he lay there, he felt Draco’s hand seeking his, their fingers linking together. Never before had he felt like this afterwards, this satisfied, this complete. Maybe he was right in his thinking last night before he drifted off to sleep. Maybe he had finally found the one who could make him happy.
"Penny for your thoughts," Draco said as he watched the emotions flitting across his boyfriend’s face.
Harry lifted their joined hands and kissed the back of Draco’s, his head turning to the side so he could look at the young man lying beside him. "I can’t believe we just did that. Merlin, Draco, that was … fuck … incredible," he said, his face tinged pink from exertion as well as a bit of embarrassment now. "You okay?"
Draco rolled onto his side. "Never been better," he said before leaning down and capturing passion-swollen lips in a kiss. Harry’s left hand came up and slid into Draco’s blonde strands, holding his head steady as he returned the kiss. When they broke apart, Draco whispered against Harry’s lips, "think you can do something about the mess we created?" he said with a grin.
Harry’s eyes twinkled. "You’re a wizard, Draco. You’re just as capable of doing it as I am," he said as he trailed a tanned digit down his lover’s cheek.
"This is true, but you’re the one who topped, which means that you get to clean us up."
A dark eyebrow arched. "So that’s how it’s going to be? The one who tops does the cleaning?"
"Works for me," Draco said with a shrug.
"Somehow I get the feeling that I might have been right about you being lazy. You’ll bottom so you don’t have to clean up," Harry said as his finger moved to caress dark pink lips.
"Harry, please?" he asked with an innocent smile. .
"Fine," he sighed. He circled the air above his groin and then did the same to Draco, erasing the evidence of their bed play. "There, satisfied?" he asked.
Draco fell onto his back. "Definitely," he said with a smile as Harry rolled onto his side and nestled himself against the blonde. "I think a nap is in order since someone woke me earlier," he said as he moved so that he was holding Harry in his arms.
"Are you complaining?" Harry asked, pressing a kiss to Draco’s neck.
"Not bloody likely. I could get used to waking up like that," the blonde stated as pale lids closed over silver eyes.
"Maybe, but this is nice too," Harry said as his eyes slowly slid shut.
"Yes it is," Draco said quietly. After a few moments, "Don’t forget to take down the wards in case Allen needs to come in and get something," he commented.
"Oh yeah," Harry said as he sat up and with a wave of his hands, the wards fell. "Thanks."
"Anytime," his lover said with a smile.
"Really?" the raven-haired wizard teased.
A blonde head nodded. "Anytime, Harry. Anytime," he said as his body relaxed and fell into a peaceful slumber, his new lover following not long after.
TBC