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Not Most People
Chapter Number/Total: 20/?.
Chapter Title: Not Most People
Chapter Authors: and .
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Chapter Rating: NC-17
Words: 3084 Words
Chapter Characters: Draco Malfoy and Theo Nott.
Warnings: Language, lemon, slash, oral, anal.
Summary: Theo just can't stay away. He Owls Draco with an apology and Draco invites him to visit.
January 17
Secure in the knowledge that Pansy was still at work and wouldn't be expecting him home for some time yet, Theo Apparated to Draco's townhouse, still faintly uneasy about the whole thing. Even if Harry really didn't mind, the potential for awkwardness was astronomical, if he was there.
Ah well. So it goes.
Draco was waiting in the sitting room, sipping tea. He wore black silk wrap pants -- and nothing else. No sense making things more complicated, he thought, smiling. He had told Beckett to prepare one of the guest rooms. Harry was at work and Draco had a note penned for Beckett to give him should he arrive home early.
"Draco?" Theo called, and started heading from the entryway in the direction of the sitting room, suspecting that Draco would be there... if he hadn't decided to cut the whole business short and wait in the bedroom.
"Here, Theo," Draco said, remaining seated on the sofa and waiting.
Theo stepped into the sitting room and quirked a brow when he caught sight of Draco. "You really never were as subtle as you're given credit for," he remarked, walking over and sitting down beside Draco on the couch.
Draco raised an eyebrow at that, "Did you want subtle or clear?"
"Actually," Theo said, smiling slightly, "I'd rather like a kiss."
Draco set his tea down and leaned back, bringing one leg up on the couch so that he was facing Theo and open to him. He smiled, "Come and get it then."
Theo shifted closer and leaned in until their lips were nearly touching. "I am sorry," he whispered, and closed the last bit of distance between them, pressing his lips to Draco's.
Draco's eyes closed and his mouth opened, accepting Theo's apology with a sigh.
Theo braced himself against the couch with one arm and brought his other hand up to thread his fingers gently in Draco's hair and press him closer.
Draco couldn't help himself; Theo's touch brought surrender. He had thought to draw out the apology, being distant at first, but he should have known better. Draco arched up into him, moaning into the other man's mouth.
Theo caught Draco's lower lip gently between his teeth and nipped at it gently, almost teasingly, before drawing back ever so slightly. "I've missed you," he murmured against Draco's lips.
Draco opened eyes, looking into Theo's as his heart sped up. "Yes," he hissed.
Theo couldn't quite suppress the shiver that ran down his spine at that tone of voice. "Here... probably isn't the place, though," he said, though his voice lacked much conviction. Truthfully, he'd have absolutely no problem with Draco pushing him down on the couch and fucking him right here and now... but Draco didn't have to know that.
Draco blinked a couple times, taking in a few deep breaths to help get him thinking again. "Hold on," he said by warning when he was ready. He Apparated them to the middle of the bed in the guest room he had prepared.
Theo glanced around and smiled slightly. "Nice trick, that," he said.
"Better than a lift," Draco said, lying back on the bed taking Theo with him.
"By far," Theo agreed, brushing a stray lock of hair from Draco's face.
Draco's face turned into his hand, kissing his palm, his tongue licking at the skin.
Theo swallowed hard and rolled them over so Draco was lying on top, and looked up at him a bit shyly.
Draco smirked, raising an eyebrow. He began unbuttoning Theo's shirt, kissing and nipping his skin as he revealed it.
Theo made a soft sound and arched into Draco's kisses and touches, eyes falling shut.
"Oh, yes, this is much better," Draco crooned, sliding the shirt off his lover. He ran his face over skin, hair and muscle, enjoying the feel of skin-to-skin and the smell of Theo, Theo who was friend and comfort in memory, as well.
"Draco," he breathed, voice caught between a whisper and a moan, and he tangled his fingers in Draco's soft blond hair once more.
Draco rubbed his cheek and lips over those dark nipples, enjoying the moans of his lover. He smiled and rubbed his lips across that sensitive skin again.
A low moan escaped Theo, and his spine arched further at the sensation. "Tease," Theo gasped.
Draco slid his knees between Theo's legs, the silk wrap pants hiding nothing of his arousal. He reached back and removed the other man's shoes.
Theo bit his lip and forced his eyes open to look up at Draco. "Come here..."
Draco nodded, crawling back up Theo's body and looking down into his eyes.
Theodore wrapped his arms around Draco and leaned up and kissed him deeply, pressing as close as possible.
Draco returned the kiss, sighed as he moulded his body to Theo's. Part of him was still frightened, remembering the rejection of only a couple weeks ago. He tried to set it aside and relax.
Theo moaned into the kiss and ran his hands down Draco's back, feeling the soft skin beneath his fingers, the curve of his spine. Stupid, stupid, to even think of giving this up.
Draco smiled, arching under those hands. His own right hand slid to his waist and pulled on the sash there, loosing the tie that held the silk to his hips.
Theo shifted one hand to Draco's waist and undid it the rest of the way and pushed the fabric down, letting it slide off Draco's narrow hips.
Draco sighed as the silk slithered over his hips and down his cock to pool around him. He sat up, arching and rubbing his hips against Theo's.
Theo's breath hitched sharply and he arched his hips up against Draco, seeking more friction.
Draco raised an eyebrow, smiling. "You're overdressed," he said.
"By far," he agreed, quirking a brow in return. "Do you intend to remedy that, or shall I?"
Draco reached for the fasteners of Theo's trousers and undid them quickly. Then he slid himself off to the side, tossed his silk pants aside and pulled Theo's trousers and shorts down his hips and legs, adding them to the garments on the floor. He ran his hands back up Theo's legs as well, enjoying the feel of the other man's muscled calves and thighs.
Theo sat up and pulled Draco into another deep kiss, skimming his hands down the other man's chest and over his hips before curling his fingers around Draco's cock and stroking slowly. "I want to feel this in me," Theo whispered against Draco's lips.
Draco licked at Theo's lips. "Yes," he hissed, pressing Theo back down to the bed and sliding his legs over until he knelt between Theo's again.
Theo looked up at him, and one hand found its way into Draco's hair again, carding through it. "It's been a while," Theo murmured.
Draco's eyes widened, nodding. "How long?" he asked quietly, doing a silent lube spell on his fingers.
He bit his lip. "Fair bit before I started seeing Pansy..." he answered.
Draco smirked, trying not to look pleased about that, but strangely happy about it anyway. He laid one hand on Theo's hip and then slid the other into that lovely crevasse of his ass. He ran the pad of one finger around the tight ring of Theo's entrance, watching the other man's face as he did.
Theo let out a breath, willing himself to relax and arching a bit into Draco's touch.
Draco teased and stroked Theo's entrance, feeling it loosen under such soothing touch and then gently pressed just the tip in, turning it slowly.
Theo's hips arched slightly, pushing Draco's finger in a bit farther. "Been a while... but I'm not made of glass," Theo said a bit breathlessly, looking up at Draco with the faintest hint of a smirk.
Draco chuckled, raising his eyebrows and sliding his finger in to the last knuckle, before twisting it.
Theo moaned, eyes squeezing shut at the sensation, and fisted his hands in the covers.
He slid the finger in and out for a few minutes and then added a second. With the second, he reached to find Theo's prostate.
"Fuck, Draco," Theo moaned, hips jerking at the sudden rush of pleasure.
"Getting there, love," Draco smirked, sliding the tip of one finger against the prostrate again as he fucked him with three now.
"I'm... impatient," Theo managed, squirming a bit.
Draco quirked one eyebrow up. "That's nothing new to me," he quipped but then slid his fingers out. He added more lube to his fingers and slicked his own cock, trembling a bit as he did. He moved up, pressing his thighs against Theo's. "Lift your legs, love," he practically whispered.
Theo obliged, shifting slightly as he did and looking up at Draco, biting his lip with the slightest hint of nerves. There was a reason he hadn't done this in so long – how long, exactly, was something he'd probably never admit; he rarely trusted someone enough to give them this kind of control.
Draco was still watching Theo carefully, moving up to lift the other man's ass a bit as he positioned his own cock. "You ready for me?" he asked gently.
"More than," Theo breathed. "Please."
Draco nodded and then pushed forward, slowly but steady, nearly holding his own breath as he did. Theo was tight; tight and hot.
Theodore's breath caught in his throat at the feeling, and he wrapped his arms tightly around Draco with a low moan. He had almost forgotten how full it felt.
Draco told himself to breathe and managed a couple deep breaths before sliding forward until he was pressed deep. "Gods, Theo," he whispered.
"Love you," Theo murmured breathlessly, and buried his face in the crook of Draco's neck, kissing and gently sucking at the skin.
"Yes, I love you," he whispered, trembling. He began to slide back, feeling the tightness of the other man holding him as he did.
Please, Theo thought hazily, though he didn't say it aloud, his lips still occupied with Draco's skin.
Draco closed his eyes and concentrated, finding that rhythm that he knew we was good at, using his hips to thrust in smooth strokes to his depth and back nearly out again.
"Draco," Theo groaned, arching against him shamelessly. "God, yes...."
"Oh, yes," Draco gasped, sliding smoothly in and then flexing his hips again as he pulled back. "You feel so good, Theo," he moaned.
Theo couldn't really manage a coherent reply, and didn't try to; he just held on to Draco more tightly, moaning low in his throat.
Draco panted softly as he worked his hips, sliding in and out of his lover. He was stunned again at how intimate it felt. "Inside you, part of you," he gasped.
“Perfect," Theo whispered breathlessly, canting his hips up more to press Draco in deeper.
Draco began to increase the pace, thrusting deeper and watching Theo for his reaction. "Yes, perfect," he gasped.
“God, Draco," Theo groaned, squeezing his eyes more tightly shut. No, this was perfect.
"Theo, yes," Draco was trembling now. He slid one hand down the other's man's thigh and wrapped long finger around Theo's cock.
Theo gasped harshly, bucking into Draco's hand. "Fuck... Draco, not... going to last..."
"Yes, come for me," Draco gasped; he was close himself and holding back. Now he thrust harder, sliding his hand in time with his hips.
That was all it took to drive Theo over the edge, and he came with a loud moan, arching sharply off the bed.
Draco pumped his hips quick and hard, Theo's body clenching around his cock as he did. He groaned, coming hard and shuddering. His head was thrown back, hands holding Theo. Finally, he slumped forward catching himself on his hands, and looking down at Theo.
"God, Draco," Theo whispered, reaching up and pulling Draco down on top of him.
Draco curled over the other man, pressing his body against him and his mouth to Theo's lips.
Theo tipped his head up and kissed Draco back, slow and unhurried, enjoying the languid press of lips and bodies in the afterglow.
Draco's eyes were half closed as he relaxed into the delicious kisses and feel of his lover.
What seemed like ages later, Theo gently broke the kiss. "I love you," he murmured, reaching one hand to card gently through Draco's hair.
Draco slid back, gently withdrawing and then over to Theo's side, his eyes never leaving the other man's. "I love you," he said quietly. "I may have pushed too hard before. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"Shh," Theo admonished softly. "It was my fault, and you know that. You don't need to try and be all... nice about it." Theo smiled slightly and pressed a brief kiss to his lips. "Twisted as it is, I rather like you when you're not."
Draco laughed. "Okay, you were a total prat. Does that help?" He grinned and pinched Theo.
"Immensely," he deadpanned, swatting lightly at Draco's hand.
"And stubborn, did I mention stubborn as a troll?" Draco laughed again, using nimble finders to find ticklish spots.
"It was implied," he said, squirming out of reach.
Draco gave up the tickling and pulled Theo back to him, holding him close and resting his head against his shoulder.
Theo slipped his arms around Draco once more and pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head with a quiet sigh of contentment.
Draco lay in Theo's arms, happy and not wanting to move. Theo had come to him and he didn't know what had changed, but he was happy about it. He hoped Theo would tell him, but was concerned about pushing him away by asking.
"How much time have we got?" Theo murmured quietly.
Draco looked up at him, "Till when?"
"Till Harry gets back," he answered.
"We keep odd hours, so he could be back now," Draco shrugged "I left him a note with Beckett."
Theo quirked a brow. "A note?"
Draco smirked, "Yes, a note. He knows we are in here." The blond shook his head at Theo's reaction. "He really is okay with this you know," he added.
Theo let out a breath. "It's still weird, Draco."
"Weird? Maybe, but it is better than cheating on each other," he said. "Maybe you will feel better about it if you talk to him yourself?"
He bit his lip. "Talk about an awkward conversation, Draco."
"I think it will be less awkward than you think," Draco said. "He still likes you, you know."
Theo's lips twisted wryly for a moment before he schooled his expression. "Yeah, well."
Draco smirked, but let it pass. "You don't have to talk with him now, but you shouldn't be worried about him. He understands a bit about our history."
"It's not– well, never mind," Theo said, deciding to let it drop. Telling Draco things tended to end up causing him trouble.
The blond raised an eyebrow at Theo and shook his head. Draco reached long fingers up to trail along Theo's jaw and over his lips.
"What?" Theo murmured, tilting his head slightly.
Draco had questions but was afraid to ask them. Worried that asking would push Theo away again. He smiled. "I just want more time like this."
"You were going to say something else," Theo said, eyeing him closely.
Draco smirked. "So were you, but you didn't finish it. Something about Harry."
Theo looked at him for a moment. "You go first."
"Do you want truthful, Theo?" Draco asked, his expression open.
That was the question, wasn't it? And a loaded one, at that. Theo sighed. "If I didn't, I wouldn't be asking."
Draco snorted. "Not been my experience, but I'll accept it." He pushed up on one elbow so he could look more clearly at Theo. He couldn't help but smile at the beautiful man. "I am not running any more. And I want you to stop running."
Theo arched a brow. "I've said it to Pansy, and I'll say it to you: I can't promise that. The most I can promise is to try."
Draco nodded. "I love you, Theo. And I am not going anywhere. I accept who you are. Always have."
Theo pressed a soft kiss to Draco's lips. "I fail to see why you didn't see fit to tell me that without my asking, but... thank you, I suppose, is the best answer I have."
"What now? I know what I want, but I need to know what you want or can give," Draco said.
"I'm notorious for not knowing what I want, you know that," Theo chided gently. "You're part of it, though, or else I wouldn't be here."
"Good," Draco smiled, pursing his lips for a minute. "And Harry?"
Theo hesitated. "What about him?"
Draco huffed, "Don't be obtuse. What type of relationship will you have with him?"
He sighed. "I have no idea, Draco. I barely know him outside the context of work."
Draco cocked his head. "Except that you two talked about Pansy and apparently fooled around together."
"That would be why I said 'barely' instead of 'don't,'" Theo answered. "It makes this more difficult, not less. Though really, it's actually rather a moot point. The whole issue of my relationship with Harry, that is."
"Why is that?" Draco asked.
Theo shrugged slightly. "Pansy's not exactly fond of Harry. It probably wouldn't go over very well if I started spending time with him."
"Well, actually," Draco drawled, "I had in mind that both you and Pansy get to know Harry better. Socially."
Theo rolled his eyes. "You get to broach that idea to her, because there is absolutely no way I will," he said.
Draco grinned, "I can do that."
"Well, I certainly won't." He glanced at Draco, before dropping his gaze. "Truth be told, I wouldn't mind knowing Harry more than just socially, but I'm only allowed to be sleeping with her and you, so that's out of the question."
Draco raised an eyebrow and smirked. The image of that had him getting hard again already and he leaned in to kiss Theo in response.
Theo laughed quietly against Draco's lips. "That's not how most people would react when told someone would like to shag their boyfriend, you know," he murmured.
Draco looked at him, raising an eyebrow, "I have never been most people."
"No, that you have not," Theo agreed.
Chapter Title: Not Most People
Chapter Authors:
Beta(s):
Chapter Rating: NC-17
Words: 3084 Words
Chapter Characters: Draco Malfoy and Theo Nott.
Warnings: Language, lemon, slash, oral, anal.
Summary: Theo just can't stay away. He Owls Draco with an apology and Draco invites him to visit.
January 17
Secure in the knowledge that Pansy was still at work and wouldn't be expecting him home for some time yet, Theo Apparated to Draco's townhouse, still faintly uneasy about the whole thing. Even if Harry really didn't mind, the potential for awkwardness was astronomical, if he was there.
Ah well. So it goes.
Draco was waiting in the sitting room, sipping tea. He wore black silk wrap pants -- and nothing else. No sense making things more complicated, he thought, smiling. He had told Beckett to prepare one of the guest rooms. Harry was at work and Draco had a note penned for Beckett to give him should he arrive home early.
"Draco?" Theo called, and started heading from the entryway in the direction of the sitting room, suspecting that Draco would be there... if he hadn't decided to cut the whole business short and wait in the bedroom.
"Here, Theo," Draco said, remaining seated on the sofa and waiting.
Theo stepped into the sitting room and quirked a brow when he caught sight of Draco. "You really never were as subtle as you're given credit for," he remarked, walking over and sitting down beside Draco on the couch.
Draco raised an eyebrow at that, "Did you want subtle or clear?"
"Actually," Theo said, smiling slightly, "I'd rather like a kiss."
Draco set his tea down and leaned back, bringing one leg up on the couch so that he was facing Theo and open to him. He smiled, "Come and get it then."
Theo shifted closer and leaned in until their lips were nearly touching. "I am sorry," he whispered, and closed the last bit of distance between them, pressing his lips to Draco's.
Draco's eyes closed and his mouth opened, accepting Theo's apology with a sigh.
Theo braced himself against the couch with one arm and brought his other hand up to thread his fingers gently in Draco's hair and press him closer.
Draco couldn't help himself; Theo's touch brought surrender. He had thought to draw out the apology, being distant at first, but he should have known better. Draco arched up into him, moaning into the other man's mouth.
Theo caught Draco's lower lip gently between his teeth and nipped at it gently, almost teasingly, before drawing back ever so slightly. "I've missed you," he murmured against Draco's lips.
Draco opened eyes, looking into Theo's as his heart sped up. "Yes," he hissed.
Theo couldn't quite suppress the shiver that ran down his spine at that tone of voice. "Here... probably isn't the place, though," he said, though his voice lacked much conviction. Truthfully, he'd have absolutely no problem with Draco pushing him down on the couch and fucking him right here and now... but Draco didn't have to know that.
Draco blinked a couple times, taking in a few deep breaths to help get him thinking again. "Hold on," he said by warning when he was ready. He Apparated them to the middle of the bed in the guest room he had prepared.
Theo glanced around and smiled slightly. "Nice trick, that," he said.
"Better than a lift," Draco said, lying back on the bed taking Theo with him.
"By far," Theo agreed, brushing a stray lock of hair from Draco's face.
Draco's face turned into his hand, kissing his palm, his tongue licking at the skin.
Theo swallowed hard and rolled them over so Draco was lying on top, and looked up at him a bit shyly.
Draco smirked, raising an eyebrow. He began unbuttoning Theo's shirt, kissing and nipping his skin as he revealed it.
Theo made a soft sound and arched into Draco's kisses and touches, eyes falling shut.
"Oh, yes, this is much better," Draco crooned, sliding the shirt off his lover. He ran his face over skin, hair and muscle, enjoying the feel of skin-to-skin and the smell of Theo, Theo who was friend and comfort in memory, as well.
"Draco," he breathed, voice caught between a whisper and a moan, and he tangled his fingers in Draco's soft blond hair once more.
Draco rubbed his cheek and lips over those dark nipples, enjoying the moans of his lover. He smiled and rubbed his lips across that sensitive skin again.
A low moan escaped Theo, and his spine arched further at the sensation. "Tease," Theo gasped.
Draco slid his knees between Theo's legs, the silk wrap pants hiding nothing of his arousal. He reached back and removed the other man's shoes.
Theo bit his lip and forced his eyes open to look up at Draco. "Come here..."
Draco nodded, crawling back up Theo's body and looking down into his eyes.
Theodore wrapped his arms around Draco and leaned up and kissed him deeply, pressing as close as possible.
Draco returned the kiss, sighed as he moulded his body to Theo's. Part of him was still frightened, remembering the rejection of only a couple weeks ago. He tried to set it aside and relax.
Theo moaned into the kiss and ran his hands down Draco's back, feeling the soft skin beneath his fingers, the curve of his spine. Stupid, stupid, to even think of giving this up.
Draco smiled, arching under those hands. His own right hand slid to his waist and pulled on the sash there, loosing the tie that held the silk to his hips.
Theo shifted one hand to Draco's waist and undid it the rest of the way and pushed the fabric down, letting it slide off Draco's narrow hips.
Draco sighed as the silk slithered over his hips and down his cock to pool around him. He sat up, arching and rubbing his hips against Theo's.
Theo's breath hitched sharply and he arched his hips up against Draco, seeking more friction.
Draco raised an eyebrow, smiling. "You're overdressed," he said.
"By far," he agreed, quirking a brow in return. "Do you intend to remedy that, or shall I?"
Draco reached for the fasteners of Theo's trousers and undid them quickly. Then he slid himself off to the side, tossed his silk pants aside and pulled Theo's trousers and shorts down his hips and legs, adding them to the garments on the floor. He ran his hands back up Theo's legs as well, enjoying the feel of the other man's muscled calves and thighs.
Theo sat up and pulled Draco into another deep kiss, skimming his hands down the other man's chest and over his hips before curling his fingers around Draco's cock and stroking slowly. "I want to feel this in me," Theo whispered against Draco's lips.
Draco licked at Theo's lips. "Yes," he hissed, pressing Theo back down to the bed and sliding his legs over until he knelt between Theo's again.
Theo looked up at him, and one hand found its way into Draco's hair again, carding through it. "It's been a while," Theo murmured.
Draco's eyes widened, nodding. "How long?" he asked quietly, doing a silent lube spell on his fingers.
He bit his lip. "Fair bit before I started seeing Pansy..." he answered.
Draco smirked, trying not to look pleased about that, but strangely happy about it anyway. He laid one hand on Theo's hip and then slid the other into that lovely crevasse of his ass. He ran the pad of one finger around the tight ring of Theo's entrance, watching the other man's face as he did.
Theo let out a breath, willing himself to relax and arching a bit into Draco's touch.
Draco teased and stroked Theo's entrance, feeling it loosen under such soothing touch and then gently pressed just the tip in, turning it slowly.
Theo's hips arched slightly, pushing Draco's finger in a bit farther. "Been a while... but I'm not made of glass," Theo said a bit breathlessly, looking up at Draco with the faintest hint of a smirk.
Draco chuckled, raising his eyebrows and sliding his finger in to the last knuckle, before twisting it.
Theo moaned, eyes squeezing shut at the sensation, and fisted his hands in the covers.
He slid the finger in and out for a few minutes and then added a second. With the second, he reached to find Theo's prostate.
"Fuck, Draco," Theo moaned, hips jerking at the sudden rush of pleasure.
"Getting there, love," Draco smirked, sliding the tip of one finger against the prostrate again as he fucked him with three now.
"I'm... impatient," Theo managed, squirming a bit.
Draco quirked one eyebrow up. "That's nothing new to me," he quipped but then slid his fingers out. He added more lube to his fingers and slicked his own cock, trembling a bit as he did. He moved up, pressing his thighs against Theo's. "Lift your legs, love," he practically whispered.
Theo obliged, shifting slightly as he did and looking up at Draco, biting his lip with the slightest hint of nerves. There was a reason he hadn't done this in so long – how long, exactly, was something he'd probably never admit; he rarely trusted someone enough to give them this kind of control.
Draco was still watching Theo carefully, moving up to lift the other man's ass a bit as he positioned his own cock. "You ready for me?" he asked gently.
"More than," Theo breathed. "Please."
Draco nodded and then pushed forward, slowly but steady, nearly holding his own breath as he did. Theo was tight; tight and hot.
Theodore's breath caught in his throat at the feeling, and he wrapped his arms tightly around Draco with a low moan. He had almost forgotten how full it felt.
Draco told himself to breathe and managed a couple deep breaths before sliding forward until he was pressed deep. "Gods, Theo," he whispered.
"Love you," Theo murmured breathlessly, and buried his face in the crook of Draco's neck, kissing and gently sucking at the skin.
"Yes, I love you," he whispered, trembling. He began to slide back, feeling the tightness of the other man holding him as he did.
Please, Theo thought hazily, though he didn't say it aloud, his lips still occupied with Draco's skin.
Draco closed his eyes and concentrated, finding that rhythm that he knew we was good at, using his hips to thrust in smooth strokes to his depth and back nearly out again.
"Draco," Theo groaned, arching against him shamelessly. "God, yes...."
"Oh, yes," Draco gasped, sliding smoothly in and then flexing his hips again as he pulled back. "You feel so good, Theo," he moaned.
Theo couldn't really manage a coherent reply, and didn't try to; he just held on to Draco more tightly, moaning low in his throat.
Draco panted softly as he worked his hips, sliding in and out of his lover. He was stunned again at how intimate it felt. "Inside you, part of you," he gasped.
“Perfect," Theo whispered breathlessly, canting his hips up more to press Draco in deeper.
Draco began to increase the pace, thrusting deeper and watching Theo for his reaction. "Yes, perfect," he gasped.
“God, Draco," Theo groaned, squeezing his eyes more tightly shut. No, this was perfect.
"Theo, yes," Draco was trembling now. He slid one hand down the other's man's thigh and wrapped long finger around Theo's cock.
Theo gasped harshly, bucking into Draco's hand. "Fuck... Draco, not... going to last..."
"Yes, come for me," Draco gasped; he was close himself and holding back. Now he thrust harder, sliding his hand in time with his hips.
That was all it took to drive Theo over the edge, and he came with a loud moan, arching sharply off the bed.
Draco pumped his hips quick and hard, Theo's body clenching around his cock as he did. He groaned, coming hard and shuddering. His head was thrown back, hands holding Theo. Finally, he slumped forward catching himself on his hands, and looking down at Theo.
"God, Draco," Theo whispered, reaching up and pulling Draco down on top of him.
Draco curled over the other man, pressing his body against him and his mouth to Theo's lips.
Theo tipped his head up and kissed Draco back, slow and unhurried, enjoying the languid press of lips and bodies in the afterglow.
Draco's eyes were half closed as he relaxed into the delicious kisses and feel of his lover.
What seemed like ages later, Theo gently broke the kiss. "I love you," he murmured, reaching one hand to card gently through Draco's hair.
Draco slid back, gently withdrawing and then over to Theo's side, his eyes never leaving the other man's. "I love you," he said quietly. "I may have pushed too hard before. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"Shh," Theo admonished softly. "It was my fault, and you know that. You don't need to try and be all... nice about it." Theo smiled slightly and pressed a brief kiss to his lips. "Twisted as it is, I rather like you when you're not."
Draco laughed. "Okay, you were a total prat. Does that help?" He grinned and pinched Theo.
"Immensely," he deadpanned, swatting lightly at Draco's hand.
"And stubborn, did I mention stubborn as a troll?" Draco laughed again, using nimble finders to find ticklish spots.
"It was implied," he said, squirming out of reach.
Draco gave up the tickling and pulled Theo back to him, holding him close and resting his head against his shoulder.
Theo slipped his arms around Draco once more and pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head with a quiet sigh of contentment.
Draco lay in Theo's arms, happy and not wanting to move. Theo had come to him and he didn't know what had changed, but he was happy about it. He hoped Theo would tell him, but was concerned about pushing him away by asking.
"How much time have we got?" Theo murmured quietly.
Draco looked up at him, "Till when?"
"Till Harry gets back," he answered.
"We keep odd hours, so he could be back now," Draco shrugged "I left him a note with Beckett."
Theo quirked a brow. "A note?"
Draco smirked, "Yes, a note. He knows we are in here." The blond shook his head at Theo's reaction. "He really is okay with this you know," he added.
Theo let out a breath. "It's still weird, Draco."
"Weird? Maybe, but it is better than cheating on each other," he said. "Maybe you will feel better about it if you talk to him yourself?"
He bit his lip. "Talk about an awkward conversation, Draco."
"I think it will be less awkward than you think," Draco said. "He still likes you, you know."
Theo's lips twisted wryly for a moment before he schooled his expression. "Yeah, well."
Draco smirked, but let it pass. "You don't have to talk with him now, but you shouldn't be worried about him. He understands a bit about our history."
"It's not– well, never mind," Theo said, deciding to let it drop. Telling Draco things tended to end up causing him trouble.
The blond raised an eyebrow at Theo and shook his head. Draco reached long fingers up to trail along Theo's jaw and over his lips.
"What?" Theo murmured, tilting his head slightly.
Draco had questions but was afraid to ask them. Worried that asking would push Theo away again. He smiled. "I just want more time like this."
"You were going to say something else," Theo said, eyeing him closely.
Draco smirked. "So were you, but you didn't finish it. Something about Harry."
Theo looked at him for a moment. "You go first."
"Do you want truthful, Theo?" Draco asked, his expression open.
That was the question, wasn't it? And a loaded one, at that. Theo sighed. "If I didn't, I wouldn't be asking."
Draco snorted. "Not been my experience, but I'll accept it." He pushed up on one elbow so he could look more clearly at Theo. He couldn't help but smile at the beautiful man. "I am not running any more. And I want you to stop running."
Theo arched a brow. "I've said it to Pansy, and I'll say it to you: I can't promise that. The most I can promise is to try."
Draco nodded. "I love you, Theo. And I am not going anywhere. I accept who you are. Always have."
Theo pressed a soft kiss to Draco's lips. "I fail to see why you didn't see fit to tell me that without my asking, but... thank you, I suppose, is the best answer I have."
"What now? I know what I want, but I need to know what you want or can give," Draco said.
"I'm notorious for not knowing what I want, you know that," Theo chided gently. "You're part of it, though, or else I wouldn't be here."
"Good," Draco smiled, pursing his lips for a minute. "And Harry?"
Theo hesitated. "What about him?"
Draco huffed, "Don't be obtuse. What type of relationship will you have with him?"
He sighed. "I have no idea, Draco. I barely know him outside the context of work."
Draco cocked his head. "Except that you two talked about Pansy and apparently fooled around together."
"That would be why I said 'barely' instead of 'don't,'" Theo answered. "It makes this more difficult, not less. Though really, it's actually rather a moot point. The whole issue of my relationship with Harry, that is."
"Why is that?" Draco asked.
Theo shrugged slightly. "Pansy's not exactly fond of Harry. It probably wouldn't go over very well if I started spending time with him."
"Well, actually," Draco drawled, "I had in mind that both you and Pansy get to know Harry better. Socially."
Theo rolled his eyes. "You get to broach that idea to her, because there is absolutely no way I will," he said.
Draco grinned, "I can do that."
"Well, I certainly won't." He glanced at Draco, before dropping his gaze. "Truth be told, I wouldn't mind knowing Harry more than just socially, but I'm only allowed to be sleeping with her and you, so that's out of the question."
Draco raised an eyebrow and smirked. The image of that had him getting hard again already and he leaned in to kiss Theo in response.
Theo laughed quietly against Draco's lips. "That's not how most people would react when told someone would like to shag their boyfriend, you know," he murmured.
Draco looked at him, raising an eyebrow, "I have never been most people."
"No, that you have not," Theo agreed.