Harry Potter and The Secret Keeper (BP2)

Chapter Number/Total: 24/44

Chapter Title: Birthday Breakfast

Words: 3018 Words





On July 31st, Draco got up early, before Harry. He took a shower and got everything ready.

When Harry awoke, he didn't even remember it was his birthday. He rolled over a bit, his eyes still closed, and he stilled when he felt no warm body in bed with him. He felt around in the bed with his hand and then frowned when he still could find nothing. "Draco?" he asked the room.

Draco heard Harry and walked across the room with the tray he had prepared. He was clean, hair shining and completely naked. He set the breakfast tray on the bed and slid in next to Harry.

Harry finally cracked his eyes open when he felt the bed shift, and he looked at the breakfast tray and at Draco with a crooked smile and a raised eyebrow. "What's this?" he asked.

Draco smiled, gesturing at the tray. "Happy Birthday, Harry." He smiled. "This is breakfast. Sort of."

Harry's smile grew into a wide grin. "Is that today?" he asked with a snort. "I'd forgotten." He looked from the tray to Draco. "How is it 'sort of' breakfast?" he asked.

"I would never forget." Draco smiled. "As for breakfast, besides scones, toast and tea, there is syrup, chocolate sauce, clotted cream, jams, fruit ...."

Harry's grin widened. "And do those have specific purposes?" he asked, eyes bright.

Draco's smile widened into a mischievous grin. He lay back on the bed, stretching his naked body out beside the tray. "I am sure you will think of something to spread them on," he said.

Harry licked his lips, still smiling. "I think this might be a very good breakfast," he said happily.

Draco raised one eyebrow. He hoped that Harry was enjoying the view. His hair was longer now, white-blond and just reaching his shoulders, and he let it fan out on the pillow as he lay there. He bent his left knee slightly, which only accented his cock, half-hard amongst blond curls. His skin was smooth and clean, and he waited to see what Harry would do with it.

Harry smiled excitedly at Draco and got out from underneath the covers. He immediately took the chocolate sauce from the tray and coated his finger in it. He began drawing on Draco's stomach, grinning from ear to ear.

Draco jumped, Harry's sticky finger tickling a bit. He lifted his head down slightly, trying to see what Harry was drawing.

Harry, immaturely, drew a penis on Draco's stomach and then laughed delightedly at it, looking like a happy little kid. Once finished with that, he reached for the cream and dipped his finger in it. He drew a long white line from the top of the penis and laughed even more, eyes sparkling.

Draco watched this strange finger painting, trying to hold still when the cold cream was added. "You're going to suck that now?" he asked.

Harry smirked. "I think I may have to," he said. He bent low and licked slowly at the chocolate and cream on Draco's stomach.

Draco squirmed; Harry's tongue was making him shiver and his cock was getting harder.

Harry didn't stop until it was all licked up and then he reached for the chocolate again and spread some on both of Draco's nipples. "Mmmm," he sighed, voice low as he bent to lick at those now.

"Oh, Gods." Draco shuddered, reaching up to hold on to the headboard to steady himself. His nipples hardened instantly.

Harry smiled and threw one leg over Draco's so that when he sat up again, he was straddling the blond. "You look so good," he said, staring down at him.

Draco looked up at Harry and laughed. His black hair was even messier than usual and his green eyes shone with delight. He looked positively impish like that. "Yours to feast upon," Draco said.

Harry smiled and grabbed the cream again. He put quite a bit on his finger and then spread it on, and a bit around, Draco's mouth. "You always look good like that," he said, smirking. He stared at Draco for a few seconds before licking at his lips.

Draco's tongue sneaked out, licking cream from Harry's tongue as well. He was still gripping the headboard, keeping himself from using his hand.

Harry sucked at Draco's mouth and tongue, making happy little moans as he did. He drew back and then pulled the tray closer for easier access. Harry trailed long, sticky chocolate lines all over Draco's body. He put cream in some places and then dotted the whole mess with chopped strawberries and blueberries. He grinned at Draco before beginning to lick and eat it all up delightedly.

Draco's hold on the headboard was so tight that his right hand hurt and the wood creaked as he tried to hold still under the onslaught of sticky foods and Harry's hot mouth. He shivered and tried not to dislodge any of the berries, watching with fascination as Harry ate his breakfast.

Harry finished it all but kept on licking, going ever lower, sliding down Draco's body until his glorious erection was right in front of his face. "Hmmm," Harry hummed. "I don't think this is a berry," he said, quickly licking at the head.

"Ahh." Draco quivered, his cock hard and leaking after so much teasing. "Another sweet for you," he whispered.

Harry smiled coyly. "I think it's my favourite," he said, letting his hot breath caress Draco's cock. He grabbed it gently and sucked the moisture from the tip, sighing through his nose and watching Draco's face.

Draco's eyes closed and his body arched, trembling as Harry's lips slid over the head of his cock. "Glad ... you, oh, like it," he gasped.

"Oh, I like it quite a lot," Harry said, licking at Draco's cock again. He took it into his mouth fully now and sucked on it powerfully before letting it out of his mouth again with a faint pop.

Draco was panting now, sweat gleaming on his body as he struggled to hold back. He let go of the headboard with his right hand, since he was losing feeling in those fingers. He threw that arm out, fingers splayed on the bed. "So you gonna keep playing with your food?" he asked, having to struggle to get the words out.

Harry bit his lip and smiled. "Does my food want me to keep playing with it?" he asked cockily.

"Your food wants to slip down your throat," Draco ground out, shuddering at the thought.

"I thought it might want that," Harry said huskily. "I suppose I should give it what it wants." And without another word, he swallowed Draco up again, moaning low in his throat as he did.

"Argh." Draco groaned as Harry took his cock in again. That wet warmth and amazing tongue became his entire world as he closed his eyes and focused on the sensations.

Harry was delighted that it was his birthday and he took his mouth from Draco's cock for a moment to whisper, "Accio lube," and the well-used tube came flying into his hand. He coated his fingers quickly and then his mouth was on Draco again and his slick fingers were at his entrance.

Draco needed no urging to spread his legs wide for Harry, his right hand now fisting the sheets of the bed. "Yes, please," he begged.

Harry sucked up on Draco's prick again and then smiled widely down at him. "Do you think it might be okay for me to fuck my food?" he asked, licking at his own swollen lips.

Nodding quickly, Draco gasped, "Always."

By the time Draco had gasped out the word, Harry had already lubed his cock and was getting up on his knees. He bent forward to kiss Draco messily and then was guiding his throbbing erection to its favourite place.

Draco arched up into him, hoping to encourage him to fill him. "Oh, please, yes," he begged. He felt so open it hurt, needing to be filled.

Harry's breathing quickened and he slid inside of Draco very slowly. He delighted when Draco's slightly sticky skin slid a bit against his own and he pushed the boy's legs up, making it easier to fuck him good and deep.

The breakfast tray on the bed rattled as Harry slid into him. Draco felt the burn and the warmth of Harry, his skin pressing against his and his cock filling him. "Love you inside me," he breathed.

Harry tried to smirk, but it didn't quite work as he gasped at the same moment. He kissed Draco again, sucking on his bottom lip as he pulled out just as slowly as he had gone in.

Draco opened his mouth, his body and his soul, feeling Harry slide into him. It was glorious.

Harry plundered Draco's mouth as he rotated his hips, his cock moving just so inside his lover. He gasped quietly and let out tiny sounds of delight and pleasure, mostly through his nose, unwilling as he was to move from Draco's chocolate-tasting mouth.

Draco was whimpering in delight at the taste and feel of Harry. The boy's rotating hips made his cock graze over Draco's prostate and he was trembling as waves of pleasure coursed through him.

Harry moaned breathily and quietly as he continued his gentle fucking, pressed balls-deep into the boy beneath him. He finally pulled his mouth away, but not his tongue as he continued to lick along Draco's lips, dipping it just inside his mouth and then pulling back out again to trace along them where he could still taste the cream from earlier.

Shuddering and moaning, Draco was pliant under Harry. His hand released the covers and, shaking, slid around Harry's back and he lifted his legs, feet hooked around Harry's thighs, wanting as much contact as he could get.

Harry kissed and sucked and licked his way to Draco's ear, still fucking him with slight, circular thrusting movements. "Do you know what you do to me?" he whispered, whimpering the last few words. "You drive me crazy. You're all I - ah - think about."

"All yours," Draco replied, whispering into Harry's ear beside his face. Those slow thrusts were making him dizzy, his whole world rocking with them.

Harry sucked on the skin below Draco's ear, loving everything about him. He panted through his nose. He was sticky with the remains of the chocolate and cream from Draco's chest and stomach and he felt hot all over, his skin on fire everywhere it touched the blond’s.

Harry's thick hair fell soft against Draco's face, his breath in the blond’s ear. Hot mouth, warm skin and scorching magic made Draco's body feel on fire. He could feel waves of pleasure and power swelling with each thrust of Harry deep inside him.

"Merlin," Harry let out quietly and weakly. The sound of Draco's breathing and his moans and their body movements were getting to be too much for him. "Draco," he gasped, taking quick, short breaths after. "Oh, hell, Draco."

"Yes, yes," Draco chanted, feeling Harry's magic surging and knowing it would make him come.

Harry sucked in a deep breath and then he was coming. It wasn't an earth-shattering orgasm, but a ... gentle one, if such a thing was possible. It made Harry feel even warmer than he already was and so complete; almost as if a gentle, very pleasurable hum surged through him.

Draco moaned, feeling Harry's gentle surge of power rolling through him, his own orgasm just a part of that process as he shuddered and hugged Harry tightly.

Harry swallowed and he fought to keep his eyes open. He stayed buried inside Draco, letting his breathing return to normal as that subtle thrum continued to run through his body.

Draco opened his eyes, trying to make them focus. "Harry," he whispered, still happily holding him tight, "look at me."

Harry was still trying to take slow, even breaths as he weakly picked his head up to stare at Draco with heavy-lidded eyes.

Draco smiled, silvery-grey eyes soft with contentment as he looked into Harry's rich green eyes. "I love you," he said. "And I celebrate and honour this day you were born. This day you are now a man."

Harry smiled softly and kissed Draco slowly. "There's no where else I'd rather be on this day that I am now a man," he laughed gently, "than here with you."

Draco lay languid and happy under Harry, enjoying their bodies still joined and Harry's mouth on his.

Harry kissed Draco for a few seconds. "Best breakfast I ever had," he said happily. "Thank you, love." He kissed the end of Draco's nose.

The kiss made Draco's nose twitch and he grinned. "And the day is just starting," he teased.

Harry grinned widely. He simply lay there and stared into Draco's eyes. "I suppose we should get up," he said finally, pulling out of Draco and then laying back on top of him.

"I would suggest the day in bed," Draco smiled, "but I am sure the entire wizarding world will want to celebrate the coming of age of Harry Potter. I just wanted to be the first."

Harry snorted and groaned at the same time. "The entire day in bed sounds wonderful, but I know Ron and Hermione will want to see me."

"They will be the least of your problems if you stay in bed." Draco grinned. "Mrs Weasley has been cooking enough for a horde."

"She's here?" Harry asked, although, truly, he wasn't surprised.

"I think that anyone and everyone who knows this place will be here today," Draco said, sighing and closing his eyes.

Harry winced, but smiled, too. "Well, as I'm hugged and slobbered on and squeezed to within an inch of my life, please know that I would much rather be alone with you," he said, kissing Draco again.

"Noted." Draco smiled, still not opening his eyes.

Harry smiled and moved to suck on Draco's neck. "I really don't want to leave you," he breathed hotly.

Draco arched his neck, encouraging him. "Mmm," he responded. "I suppose we can lay here until they Alohomora the door."

Harry laughed quietly and continued licking and sucking on the skin beneath his mouth. "Lay here?" he asked quietly, his voice full of wicked laughter and lust.

"You are insatiable." Draco grinned, his eyes opening wide.

Harry chuckled. "You are irresistible," he said, smirking.

"Quite literally, in point of fact," Draco drawled, "since I have neither the desire, nor the ability to resist anything you do to me."

Harry chuckled again and bit playfully at Draco's jawbone. "That is wonderful to hear," he said happily, eyes lit up with delight.

Draco hissed at the bite and squirmed under his lover. "So what is your will this day, my hero?" he drawled again.

"I'll have to think about that," Harry whispered, moving down Draco's body again. He started licking at Draco's stomach like he had earlier, licking up the come there now.

"Might be better with chocolate sauce, or jam." Draco smirked, squirming a bit under his tongue.

"Mmm," Harry hummed as he delivered a long lick to Draco's skin. "This tastes the best," he said huskily.

Draco shuddered, the combination of tongue, voice and the look in Harry's eyes making his cock twitch as well.

Harry smirked again and began sucking hard on Draco's nipple, bringing his other hand down to finger Draco's still-slick hole.

Inevitably, it seemed, there came a loud knock on the door.

Draco's cock jerked at the touch and then his body jerked at the knock. "Merde," he cursed.

Harry's eyebrows pulled together in a pitiful frown and he whined.

"I saw that food tray, and I don't even want to know what you're doing in there," came Ron's strained voice, "but Mum made me come up here. It was either me or Fred and George, and I don't think I need to be a genius to know that you guys probably don't want them up here. So, if you don't want them knocking on your door, I suggest you get downstairs quick."

Draco started shaking before his laughter made any sound, and he blushed furiously at the thought.

Harry, still pouting, rolled off of Draco sadly. "Yeah, whatever," he called to Ron.

"I did warn you," Draco said, his own cock still hard. He watched sadly as Harry moved off him.

Harry sighed and scratched his stomach. "I guess we better go and get cleaned before we give Fred and George enough ammo to last a lifetime."

"Too late." Draco huffed and rolled out of bed. "Shower first," he said.

Harry sighed again and nodded. He forced himself to his feet and stretched his arms above his head.

Draco froze, holding his breath as he watched the casual stretch and the amazing show of muscles it afforded him.

Harry smiled hugely. "Want to see if we can make it to the bathroom without anyone seeing us?" he asked, moving over to the dresser to pull some clothes out.

Draco reached for his robe, having to do some arranging to keep it from tenting too obviously. "Do we have a choice?" He shrugged.

Harry smiled and simply covered his front with the clothes he had gotten and then opened the door a crack and looked out it before sprinting down the hall to the bathroom.

Draco laughed at the view of naked Harry running down the hall. He shook his head and followed him, walking quickly, but not running.