Distorted Exposure

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Harry went four days without catching more than the odd glimpse of Malfoy and it seemed that without the shoots to contend with the blond didn’t feel obligated to confront the ex-Gryffindor. The stretch of time during which he found himself utterly alone were relaxing if a little on the boring side. He had taken up to lying in bed reading books, old and new, squandering the time between meals and sleep. In an unintentional way he had become a hermit of sorts, confining himself to the room and more than occasionally the balcony because on some level he was sure that if he wandered beyond the doors of the bedroom he would run into Malfoy.

It wasn’t exactly the worst thing that could have happened, though at one point in his life he may have argued differently, and yet every morning as he woke up to see that the blond had already left he felt an almost sinking feeling in his stomach and then the thought of exploring the house or even stretching his legs fell from the equation.

Normally an active person, Harry was surprised to find that he wasn’t restless. Sure he felt a little overly tense and yet he had yet to break his own mandate and simply head out to the ground for a good run. Still the fresh air appealed to him and more often then not he simply stood on the balcony, feeling refreshed by the cool wind that blew almost every day. At times he sat on the railing which had a ledge a good foot wide, with his back to the wall by the side of the door and read or simply stared out into the distance.

On the fifth day since the last shoot this was precisely where the one and only Harry Potter could be found. Only it was a little late and he had certainly missed dinner and still he didn’t feel the urge to move. Most nights he found himself turning in early and sleeping long, with nothing better to do. But after four extremely long nights of sleep he wasn’t feeling the least bit tired. He had watched the sun go down and the temperature had plunged with it until the cold night air raised pinpricks all along his arms but he felt at ease.

The night sky was clear and he watched as the stars slowly flickered into existence, the brightest ones first to be surrounded by countless others not nearly so radiant. Just looking at the sky made him want to fly again and he was reminded of the fact that he hadn’t been on a broom in close to three weeks.

The longer he watched the sky, the more his thoughts began to bleed from the forefront of his mind. An image of Malfoy swam into his mind’s eye but he refused to indulge his imagination and that too faded until all he was aware of the white speckled backdrop so far above him. His head was tipped up against the stone which was pressing into his shoulders and that was all he could feel, that and the soothing way the cool breeze played against his skin.

With a soft grinding whisper the glass door slid open from the sliver he had left open. Without looking Harry knew who it was. He didn’t move, and continued simply to stare up an almost glazed look in his emerald eyes, nearly black in the dark of the night.

“It’s fucking freezing out here.” A disgruntled voice muttered.

It’s funny how he can talk so casually about the weather, it’s almost civil. “I hadn’t noticed,” Harry responded, quite truthfully, but then he had always loved the cold. He wasn’t sure why Malfoy was talking to him again and yet he wasn’t keen to stop the blond.

“You’re insane.” A disdainful voice bit out. Harry still hadn’t taken his eyes from the heavens and yet he could imagine Malfoy standing just over the threshold of the door, arms crossed over his chest, lip upturned in a mocking sneer even as he shivered.

Harry snuck a quick glance and couldn’t help but snicker, sometimes his imagination was simply dead on.

“What’s so funny?” Malfoy asked scowling, immediately defensive.

“Nothing. I just thought the fact that I was clinically insane was already an established fact. One of the perks of having a madman connected to your mind and soul for seventeen years.”

Malfoy simply stared at him as though he had grown an extra head, Harry laughed softly and wondered when he had been reduced to the level of sarcastic but unhostile banter with the likes of Malfoy.

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“Have you been sitting there all day?” Draco asked, mildly curious as to why he had not seen so much as a single hair on Potter’s head other than what he awoke to every morning.

“Just about.” The brunet answered, his voice carrying over the breeze which had picked up slightly by then.

“And by what rights is sitting on a rail freezing your balls off a smart thing to do?” Draco couldn’t help the tone of his voice or the words that fell from his lips, after mere moments in the outside air he felt numb from the cold but Potter, though only dressed in a t-shirt and slacks seemed to be right at home.

“It hasn’t been this cold all day. It was warm enough when the sun was out.”

“Yes well in case you hadn’t noticed the sun is no longer out.” Draco said smartly.

“I happen to like the cold. Not that it is all that cold.” Potter turned inwards, taking his legs from the railing to the inside, his arms braced against the stone of the ledge.

“It’s fucking freezing Potter.”

“Hn.” Harry mused softly, sliding off the railing to stand in front of the blond. It had been far too long, it seemed, since he had last seen the blond and now at the sight of him, something powerful stirred within him. His eyes raked over Malfoy’s entire frame and he wondered what the true cause of the shiver that wracked Malfoy’s body was. “I know a way to heat things up a little.” Harry whispered, his breath misting in the air. He didn’t really think Malfoy would object and was glad to find he was right as he leaned in and stole a kiss from his lips.

In an instant he was wrapping his arms around the blond and deepening the kiss by thrusting his tongue into Malfoy’s mouth. Harry shoved Malfoy up against the glass of the door which shuddered under the momentum of their combined weight but held. He pulled Malfoy’s shirt from his pants and revelled in the feeling of sliding his hand under and up over Malfoy’s washboard stomach.

When Harry pulled away all he was aware of was the way his gasping breath steamed the air between himself and Malfoy. He ducked his head and nipped at Malfoy’s skin, leaving marks that were likely to bruise but Malfoy only seemed content with the sensation. Loving the way he felt his own stomach jolt at every touch of Malfoy’s wandering hands and the stutter of his heart Harry moaned against Malfoy’s neck.

Harry let his fingers dip to the button of Malfoy’s pants and had it undone before Malfoy’s hand closed over his own. Harry pulled away from Malfoy’s neck and looked directly at him.

“Not out here.” Draco growled.

Harry only rolled his eyes. “And why not?” He asked, exasperated.

“Why the hell do you think. The sex may be good but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you fuck me out on some balcony where I’ll freeze my bloody balls off.”

Harry snorted, muttered something along the lines of ‘so bloody delicate’ and yanked Draco to him while shoving the glass door open with one foot. They both stepped over the threshold with their mouths connected, Draco’s tongue massaging Harry’s.

The instant they were inside they broke apart to shed their clothes, tossing them on the ground until they were left only in boxers. Harry took in the sight of Draco slowly, his skin almost radiant in the pale moonlight that filtered in from behind the black drapes which danced in the wind. Harry noted the pinpricks that ran the length of the blond’s arms which were at his sides.

“Let’s warm this place up.” Harry urged and Draco came to him. Draco let his fingers examine ever inch of Harry’s skin, loving the way even the most fleeting touches in the right places were enough to melt the brunet.

“Fuck, yes.” Harry hissed into his ear as he pulled Draco flush against him, moaning at the exquisite heat produced by the skin on skin contact, in such contrast to the cold air of the room. Draco continued to let his hands wander, marvelling at how captivating Harry felt beneath his fingers and yet the touch wasn’t enough, not nearly.

Harry’s hands followed the angle of his hip bones to where they dipped beyond the waistband of his boxers and they seemed to burn him where they touched. Draco could hear his own breath harsh and fast as Harry let his hands slide back to push the silk material from his hips so that only one layer of clothing remained between the two of them and then that too was gone.

Draco arched, grinding his cock against the brunets and was rewarded with a feral groan and a more than nibbling bite along his collarbone where Harry had taken to sucking and teasing the skin. The hand in his platinum locks was harsh and demanding, jerking him in for a rough kiss and Draco could feel his roots stinging as Harry released him. The motion sent pleasure and adrenalin pumping through his system.

One of the heavy wooden footposts which supported the canopy of the four poster bed was digging into Draco’s back before he came to his senses. Harry felt absolutely brilliant against him and Draco found himself aching for the brunet’s touch. Harry ran one hand up Draco’s thigh and every muscle in his body clenched in memory of the brunet’s cock.

Draco would have cursed himself for it if he could had had a decent reason to do so but Harry’s touch melted every last restraint from him and the memory of how the brunet felt within him was certain perfection in every way.

Harry grabbed both wrists in one hand and with his other arm spun Draco around, pinning the blond’s hands above his head against the post and wrapping his arm around Draco’s stomach. Draco was forced to bend over slightly as Harry pulled the blond’s hips back against him. Draco spread his legs a little as Harry came up behind him, he couldn’t remember wanting anything so much in his life. It was Harry Potter, intrinsically wrong in every sense of the word and yet Draco wanted him with every last fibre of his body in that moment.

The hand holding his wrists to the post released him but Draco held on none-the-less. A moment later Draco felt a shudder wrack his body as Harry slid a slick cold finger down his spine all the way to his entrance. Draco stiffened a little feeling exposed in the cold air of the room with his back to the one person he could truly call his rival. It was against all laws of nature. All that was forgotten as Harry mercilessly worked a finger into him. And in an instant he added another.

Draco could feel Harry’s breath harsh against his ear and in the dark of the room he could barely see the gleam of the wood under his hands as his fingers dug into the varnished surface, clenching with each thrust of Harry’s fingers. They felt liquid smooth motion within him and for a split second Draco thought he scented strawberry but then Harry’s lips were on his skin and Draco forgot himself in the way the brunet’s body molded up against his own and the responsive arching thrusts he got in return for trying to slam himself back on Harry’s fingers.

Harry twisted his fingers and it was almost enough to rip a pleasured scream from his throat, a sound that escaped as a low hiss. The brunet let his hand drift up around Draco’s chest which was damp with a slight sheen of sweat as he heaved to catch his breath, something that Harry wasn’t quite allowing him to do. Draco lost reality as Harry twisted one hard nub between two fingers in a way that took the strength from his legs.

It wasn’t possible, Draco had thought, to feel something as intense as he felt then, to want and need something so bad. He pushed back against the rippling toned frame of the brunet and reached one arm behind himself to wrap around Harry, pulling him tighter. Harry leaned in and placed slow, trailing kisses along the top of his jaw line in a way that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. And still Draco felt as though it wasn’t enough, he could feel the pleasure stabbing through his system, thrumming around the fingers that stroked him from the inside out but it only left Draco longing for more.

In a dizzying swirl Draco found himself dumped on the mattress, on his back, one leg pushed up as Harry forced himself between them. Everything felt crisper, and more forceful than it had before and it only made Draco’s anticipation surge. Harry’s hand traced it’s way up along Draco’s side sending shivers down his spine before winding up along Draco’s neck, lacing into the hair along the nape and Draco was pulled into an electric kiss. Harry’s tongue washed over his own and he could feel the brunet’s thumb as it caressed his cheekbone, drawing Draco deeper into the kiss.

Draco hissed, the sound coming from low in his throat as Harry bit down hard on his bottom lip, worrying the spot with his teeth before laving it softly with his tongue. Harry pushed a third finger into him and Draco thrust back so hard he could feel the knuckles.

“Yes.” Harry rasped, pulling away from the kiss in order to breath a little easier. Harry removed his finger’s slowly, loving the way Draco’s velvet heat pulled at them and how the blond moaned at the deliberate motion.

“More.” Draco groaned, completely unsatisfied with the pace Harry had set. “I n-need...more, more than...this.” Draco gasped, his words broken as he voiced them, hoping halfheartedly that the darkness of the night would swallow them up because he didn’t want to face what he had been reduced to.

“My pleasure.” Harry murmured, his words full of promise and laden with pure unadulterated lust. “Turn over.”

It was a command, as soft and deceptively casual as the brunet’s voice was and Draco found himself obeying without regret. He felt oddly secure in Harry’s arms, though he couldn’t fathom why, and it scared him more than a little but only so long as he thought about it. He pushed any logical progression of thought from his mind and simply lost himself to the sensations that Harry fed him.

The arm that wrapped around his waist was strong and firm and it forced him up on his elbows and knees even as Harry’s weight pushed down on him. Harry’s presence behind him was forceful and Draco allowed his legs to be spread apart as Harry kneeled between them. The moonlight didn’t make it through the heavy black curtains as far as the bed and yet Draco’s eyes could make out the dim outlines of the room, he wondered whether Harry’s emerald eyes would shine in the darkness and felt sure that they must as fervid and intense as they were.

Harry placed a kiss at the base of his spine and Draco tensed a little only to melt under the feather light touch of Harry’s hand along the inside of one thigh. Draco felt his arms quiver and moaned, wanting more. The sound had barely escaped his lips when he felt the press of Harry’s cock against his entrance. Draco tensed instinctively but Harry’s hand on his abdomen eased his muscles by rubbing in slow, insistent circles.

The thrust in was fast and full and it drew a whimper from Draco as he bit down hard on his lip to keep from shouting. Pain laced through him but Harry seemed inclined to wait until it faded. Draco slowly unclenched his hands from the sheets and shook his hair from the eyes. Harry rocked his hips slowly, enough to relax Draco and take away some of the sting. It felt so deep and Draco was utterly full, yet the feel of Harry’s cock in him was pure ecstasy.

Harry pulled out and thrust back in one fluid motion, pulled Draco’s arse high with the one arm he had still wrapped around the blond. Draco felt him deeper than before, and it tore a feral moan from his lips. Draco leaned forward and spread his legs a little wider apart, his head almost resting on his forearms as Harry pounded into him from behind.

Draco could feel the way his usually impeccable hair was plastered to his head with sweat and he found that he rather enjoyed it. It was odd because of all things Draco liked clean sex the best and yet Harry took him to such levels that Draco couldn’t help but lap it up like some whore. It was insanely addictive, sex with Potter, and it seemed to bring him to life from the inside out.

Biting his tongue, as the urge to call out the brunet’s name came to him, Draco focussed instead on using his lungs which were quite uncooperative in the way his breath was a fleeting privilege. Draco realized he had forgotten all about his aching member, lost in the way Harry’s cock drove into him, perfectly rough, hard and fast, and only when Harry wrapped his free hand around his leaking member was it brought back to Draco’s attention.

Draco felt his muscles clench and the groan it received from the brunet behind him. Harry changed his angle, and thrust down, his movement shallow and faster still. It was as though thunder rolled through him, causing every cell in his body to vibrate with white hot lightning pleasure. Draco found he wasn’t quite coherent with what came out of his mouth then but he was far past caring.

Harry was pressed up tight against him at every inward movement, their sweat-slicked bodies, slid together in perfect unison as Draco arched back against Harry’s cock, unable to help himself. The brunet, forced his head up once and stole a breathless kiss before preoccupying himself with soft nibbles and trailing openmouthed kisses when he could manage in his frantic pace.

Almost every thrust, Harry managed to make Draco thrum as he struck the blond’s prostate, until the pleasure in his veins simply ceased to come in waves and was only differentiated by the sensations of Harry’s hand on his shaft, running in swift strokes.

Draco clenched his muscles every time Harry filled him to the hilt, entranced by the way it made the brunet go faster, loving the moan he could pull from Harry as his insides dragged at every thrust.

There came a point where Draco was completely overloaded, where he could tell nothing apart except for the pleasure and Harry filling him over and over again. And then he was over the brink and everything seemed to come crashing down on him, smothering him in white hot oblivion as every muscle in his body tensed and that remained the only reason why his arms did not give out under him.

Harry came deep within him with a moan of satisfaction, as the ripples of Draco’s orgasm continued to wash over him. Draco was distinctly aware of the brunet’s hand still sliding lazily along his shaft and his other arm holding Draco up even as it pressed him tight against Harry’s labouring chest. Draco could hear his own heart thudding behind his ribcage, racing painfully fast as he came down from oblivion.

The feel of Harry’s pulling out of him was enough to make him shudder, though not in a bad way. And when the brunet rolled on his back and collapsed in exhausted bliss the arm around his waist pulled him up against Harry. Draco didn’t object, finding the rise and fall of Harry’s chest under him oddly comforting.

After a while Draco came back to himself enough to find that his stomach was slightly slick with his own come and wished he had his wand. The brunet must have clued into his discomforted squirming because he shifted slightly with an almost protesting sigh and yet a moment later Draco found that his stomach and hands were clean. Draco still felt slightly slick inside but found it really didn’t matter against his exhaustion.

Closing his eyes, Draco didn’t take more than a minute to conclude that if all he had done was have casual sex with Potter then it was perfectly acceptable to collapse exhausted and content in the brunet’s arms, after all it had been bloody brilliant sex. Potter didn’t seem inclined to suggest any different and so Draco finally allowed himself to succumb to the sated sleep which seeped into him, and drifted off to the cooling touch of the night air in the arms of Harry Potter.

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AN: Okay I know it's been nearly a month and I'm sorry for that but it couldn't be helped. Sorry for any typoes and such I haven't really looked this chapter over and right now I don't have the time to but I promise to go back and edit once I'm finished that fic, which shouldn't be too long now. Probably another five chapters left, well more like four and an epilogue.

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