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Adult ++
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31
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43,521
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Stretching
Chapter Number/Total: 24/31
Chapter Title: Stretching
Words: 2487 Words
They woke up late in the evening, the sun having set and the house quietly creaking as it usually did. Draco lay holding Harry for a bit before he had Kreacher bring them supper in their room. They ate without talking much, but Draco was glad to see that Harry seemed to be doing well. Was it wishful thinking that some of the haunted look had left those green eyes? Draco watched carefully, noting that Harry even seemed to sit up straighter. And, of course, there was the fact that Harry was eating almost normally now.
"I don't think I'm tired," Harry said, pushing his plate away when he had finished eating. He cocked his head, giving Draco a small smile.
Draco smiled back. If Harry wasn't tired, did that mean that Harry was in the mood to be touched? Draco's heart sped up at the idea but he waited to see what Harry had in mind. He set the tray of dishes aside and stretched out beside Harry on the bed.
Harry looked towards Draco, trying to figure out how he really felt. "I think I feel kind of light. Like I got something off my shoulders. It's still there, but it isn't as heavy."
Draco nodded. "It feels good to do something about it, to let the secret go and move on," he agreed. He knew the theory, even if he hadn't been able to do that himself. Those who had abused him had all died before he had begun his own healing.
"Sorry I took so long to talk about it," Harry said. "I still don't like talking about it, but it felt like the right thing to do." Harry was surprised that such a thing still mattered to him now.
Draco rolled to face him, cupping Harry's cheek with one hand. "You have done remarkably well," he told him.
Harry blushed softly, and leaned in to kiss him. "Thanks to you," he said, breath mingling with Draco's.
Harry's kiss still made Draco tremble and he returned it gently, but passionately, fingers sliding back to entwine in Harry's hair.
Harry hummed as they kissed, reaching to grip Draco's shoulders lightly. After a few minutes he lay back on the bed, still kissing him.
Draco happily allowed himself to be pulled against Harry's body while gasping into his mouth at the feel of him.
Harry slid his arms around Draco and held him as close as he could, needing him. "Draco ....”
"Yes, Harry," Draco whispered, holding the other man and trying to remain calm despite his fast beating heart and the warmth that seemed to spread from Harry's body.
"Do you want to try?" Harry asked, biting his lip gently as he looked up at the blond. He felt the warmth in his body. It was desire, but it felt different than what the potion had caused. This was warm and right and made him feel more alive.
"Try?" Draco asked. He was not initiating this. He needed to know it was what the other man wanted before he did anything.
"Making love to me," Harry explained. The words sent a shiver down his spine and he felt his arousal stir.
"Oh, I always love making love with you," Draco purred. "But are you asking for me to ... enter you?"
Harry nodded slowly, beginning to feel a little nervous in spite of his desire.
Draco kissed him again, looking into his eyes. "I would be delighted, but tell me to stop if anything doesn't feel right," he explained.
"I will," Harry said, feeling his heart speed up. "And you'll stop ....” He knew Draco would, but somehow hearing him say it helped.
"I would never want to do anything with you that you didn't enjoy," Draco assured him.
"Okay,” Harry said, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "I'm ready.” He wanted more, wanted to feel the pleasure he knew was possible, but there was still part of him that tensed, completely frightened at the idea of it.
"Just let me touch you, let yourself enjoy it," Draco whispered and then began kissing and licking Harry's neck, fingers unbuttoning his pyjama top to caress his chest.
Harry let his head fall to the side, telling himself to relax and that Draco wouldn't hurt him like the others.
Draco removed Harry's pyjamas, laying soft kisses on his mouth and stroking his body, knowing by now all the places that were particularly sensitive and how to touch Harry. He sucked his nipples and stroked his skin, even kissing scars. He paused briefly to shed his own pyjamas then kept moving downward until he knelt between Harry's legs, nuzzling his cock.
Harry was completely relaxed by the time Draco moved down in between his legs, soft moans escaping him. He lifted his hips out of habit, silently asking for more. He felt like he floated in some kind of warm sea of feeling.
Draco's heart beat so fast he felt dizzy with it. He licked up the length of Harry's shaft, one hand gently cupping the man's balls. "Bend your knees," he whispered.
Harry trembled and did as Draco said, trying not to be afraid.
Sliding his mouth slowly over his lover's cock, Draco knew that the sensations would likely distract him from his fears.
Harry groaned at the wet heat surrounding his cock and raised his hips, hands moving to grip the sheets below them.
Draco’s mouth moved up and down his lover's shaft, sucking and licking as he did. He reached his fingers down, gently caressing Harry's perineum.
Harry whimpered softly and pressed down a little against the finger, surprised that he actually liked that feeling, whatever it was.
Encouraged by Harry's reaction, Draco continued stroking and moving downward until his fingers gently caressed Harry's opening.
Harry tensed and squeezed his eyes shut. Panic skittered throughout his body and he held his breath.
Draco swirled his tongue over the head of Harry's cock, moving the pad of one finger in the same motion against his tight opening.
Harry began to tremble again, feeling both Draco's mouth around him and the finger moving against him below. It felt so good, so different than it had ... before.
Draco gently drew back, licking along the shaft and then licking and sucking Harry's balls, finger still only gently caressing his opening.
Harry slowly relaxed and got used to the feeling, making soft noises every now and then. "Draco," he sighed, only so he could remind himself of who it was doing this to him.
Draco hummed against Harry's flesh, licking below his balls now until he reached his puckered opening. Moving his fingers aside to rest on the inside of Harry's thighs, he traced that opening with the tip of his tongue.
Harry jerked at the unexpected touch, his head snapping up. "What're you ... doing?”
Draco lay on his own belly now, his erection pressed hard against the sheets and his face between Harry's legs. He drew back just enough to whisper "Relax, love," before licking him again.
"But how can you?” Harry was shocked that anyone would want to do that, especially given ... he pushed the memory away and tried to focus on the sensations. He swallowed hard and lay back as the licks began to feel strangely good.
Draco licked and teased that opening until he felt Harry relaxing again. Then he pressed the tip gently into the centre.
Harry wanted to flinch at the pain he thought it would've caused, but he could only shudder. There wasn't any pain at all, in fact it felt good, really good.
Draco wiggled his tongue into that tight hole, thrusting gently and feeling it open to him. He moaned in delight at Harry's response. Harry was opening to him, relaxing and letting himself feel. Draco knew how much trust that took for the other man.
Harry's eyes squeezed tightly shut as he panted in pleasure, chewing on his bottom lip. He never thought he could ever like something like this after all that had happened. Never.
Draco continued thrusting his tongue into his lover, reaching up to stroke Harry's cock again. He felt Harry's hips began to roll, trying to press down against Draco's tongue and thrust up into his hand at the same time. In response, Draco pressed the tip of one finger into Harry now, continuing to lick around it as he did.
Harry tensed slightly when he felt the finger, but it didn't feel unpleasant so he didn't tell Draco to stop yet. He wanted this, he reminded himself, panting harder.
Draco gently pressed in with his finger as he continued to stroke and lick.
Harry slowly got used to the new feeling, spreading his legs wider and shuddering in pleasure with the onslaught of sensations.
After a couple minutes of working his finger in and out, Draco pulled his hand away and picked up his wand, casting Unguentatus, a Lubrication Charm.
Harry opened his eyes and looked down at Draco, realising what he was preparing for. "Make it feel good.”
"Yes, love," Draco said, slipping the finger back into place and then adding a second one, kissing the insides of Harry's thighs as he did.
The second finger stretched Harry a little and it made him reach down to touch Draco's head. "Wait ....”
Draco stilled himself, pressing his cheek against Harry's thigh.
"Hurts a little," Harry whispered, gripping Draco’s hair and taking a few deep breaths.
"Relax and it will feel better," Draco said, licking Harry's balls again and stroking his shaft with his other hand.
"I am," Harry whispered, slowly letting go of Draco and laying back down on the bed. He tried to clear his mind, focusing only on the pleasure of his lover's touch. "Okay ... you can go on ....”
Draco began to gently move his fingers again, twisting to find that spot inside Harry.
Harry didn't know what it was that hit him so suddenly, a spike of unbelievable pleasure racing happily up his spine. He cried out and reached to grip Draco's shoulder, but not to stop him. "What ....”
Draco stopped, looking up and grinning. "Good?"
"Yes ....” Harry whispered, nodding slowly. "Why?"
"Why what?" Draco asked, moving his fingers again.
"Why's it feel good?" Harry gasped and sparks seemed to radiate from inside him, spreading out to light every nerve on fire.
"Supposed to," Draco said. "Part of our bodies."
But it never felt good before Draco. "I think ... you make it feel better," Harry whispered, smiling at him.
"Good," Draco said. Harry had relaxed a lot more now so Draco cautiously added a third finger, still caressing the man's cock as he did.
The uncomfortable stretching feeling was back and it made Harry groan deeply, biting his lip hard.
Draco made sure to rub his fingertips against Harry's prostate. "So beautiful, Harry," he whispered, so his lover could hear the sound of his voice.
Harry arched slightly as Draco's fingers continued to brush against that spot, distracting and overwhelming the slight burning sensation that came along with it.
"Yes, love, yes," Draco whispered. He continued to pump his fingers and stroke him, waiting for some indication that Harry was ready.
"I'm gonna come if you keep doing this ....” Harry warned Draco, his hips rising and falling with Draco's movements.
"You can come this way if you want," Draco said. "Unless you want more ....”
"I want you to come, too," Harry said.
"Don't worry about me. I love pleasuring you," Draco said. "If you want to come this way, I will keep going. If you want me inside you and you are ready, let me know."
Harry wasn't sure of what to do next. He wanted Draco to come with him, but at the same time, the thought of being penetrated that way still sent shivers of fear through him. "Can I ... I want to come like this for now ....”
"Yes, love," Draco said and, then, keeping his fingers inside him, he brought his mouth over his lover's cock.
Harry let out a long, low moan at the two sensations at once. He was already close, and he knew it wouldn't be much longer before he was coming.
Draco sucked and licked his lover's cock, panting through his nose, fingers stroking inside the man.
It only took Harry a few more minutes before he was crying out and coming, forgetting to warn Draco.
Draco loved the slick bitter taste, swallowing and licking his lover's come. He loved the feel of the man spasming around his fingers, his cock aching with the knowledge of how good it would feel to be inside him. He gently withdrew his slippery fingers from Harry's opening, smiling up at him now.
"Sorry," Harry whispered out of habit, still panting and staring up at the ceiling. He couldn't believe what he had just done. Something he thought he would've never liked ... and yet ... he almost wanted to ask Draco to do it again.
"No apologies for letting me do what I want," Draco whispered, kissing his lover's softening and still sticky cock.
"Thank you," Harry said a moment later, sighing happily when he felt Draco kiss him.
Draco got up on his knees and smiled down at Harry. His own cock stood erect and curling toward his stomach. He smiled as he reached a hand, still slick from Harry, downward to stroke himself.
Harry wanted to reach over and help, but instead he just watched, like he used to before they got together. Before he was allowed to touch.
"I love you looking at me, touching me, letting me touch you," Draco said as he wanked himself. "I love that you trust me enough to let me bring you pleasure." His breathing sped up now and he was panting as he got closer.
Harry could only bite his lip and nod, his eyes stuck on Draco's hand as his strokes quickened. No matter how many times he had seen the man do this, he would never get tired of it. He loved the way the blond’s eyes half closed and his lip curled as the pleasure intensified.
Draco's eyes never left Harry's face as he came, gasping and covering his own chest with his seed.
Harry gasped softly as well, astonished that Draco looked so beautiful when he came. Beautiful and free, he thought.
Draco sat panting for a minute, a contented smile on his face as he looked at Harry. Then he reached for his wand and cast Lavare to clean both of them. "Now for the other part I love about sex with you," he said.
"The other part?" Harry asked quietly.
Draco crawled up beside him, pulling the covers up, too. "Holding you in my arms," he whispered as he reached to do just that.
Harry flushed and let Draco pull him close, snuggling up to him. "I like this part, too,” he whispered.
Chapter Title: Stretching
Words: 2487 Words
They woke up late in the evening, the sun having set and the house quietly creaking as it usually did. Draco lay holding Harry for a bit before he had Kreacher bring them supper in their room. They ate without talking much, but Draco was glad to see that Harry seemed to be doing well. Was it wishful thinking that some of the haunted look had left those green eyes? Draco watched carefully, noting that Harry even seemed to sit up straighter. And, of course, there was the fact that Harry was eating almost normally now.
"I don't think I'm tired," Harry said, pushing his plate away when he had finished eating. He cocked his head, giving Draco a small smile.
Draco smiled back. If Harry wasn't tired, did that mean that Harry was in the mood to be touched? Draco's heart sped up at the idea but he waited to see what Harry had in mind. He set the tray of dishes aside and stretched out beside Harry on the bed.
Harry looked towards Draco, trying to figure out how he really felt. "I think I feel kind of light. Like I got something off my shoulders. It's still there, but it isn't as heavy."
Draco nodded. "It feels good to do something about it, to let the secret go and move on," he agreed. He knew the theory, even if he hadn't been able to do that himself. Those who had abused him had all died before he had begun his own healing.
"Sorry I took so long to talk about it," Harry said. "I still don't like talking about it, but it felt like the right thing to do." Harry was surprised that such a thing still mattered to him now.
Draco rolled to face him, cupping Harry's cheek with one hand. "You have done remarkably well," he told him.
Harry blushed softly, and leaned in to kiss him. "Thanks to you," he said, breath mingling with Draco's.
Harry's kiss still made Draco tremble and he returned it gently, but passionately, fingers sliding back to entwine in Harry's hair.
Harry hummed as they kissed, reaching to grip Draco's shoulders lightly. After a few minutes he lay back on the bed, still kissing him.
Draco happily allowed himself to be pulled against Harry's body while gasping into his mouth at the feel of him.
Harry slid his arms around Draco and held him as close as he could, needing him. "Draco ....”
"Yes, Harry," Draco whispered, holding the other man and trying to remain calm despite his fast beating heart and the warmth that seemed to spread from Harry's body.
"Do you want to try?" Harry asked, biting his lip gently as he looked up at the blond. He felt the warmth in his body. It was desire, but it felt different than what the potion had caused. This was warm and right and made him feel more alive.
"Try?" Draco asked. He was not initiating this. He needed to know it was what the other man wanted before he did anything.
"Making love to me," Harry explained. The words sent a shiver down his spine and he felt his arousal stir.
"Oh, I always love making love with you," Draco purred. "But are you asking for me to ... enter you?"
Harry nodded slowly, beginning to feel a little nervous in spite of his desire.
Draco kissed him again, looking into his eyes. "I would be delighted, but tell me to stop if anything doesn't feel right," he explained.
"I will," Harry said, feeling his heart speed up. "And you'll stop ....” He knew Draco would, but somehow hearing him say it helped.
"I would never want to do anything with you that you didn't enjoy," Draco assured him.
"Okay,” Harry said, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "I'm ready.” He wanted more, wanted to feel the pleasure he knew was possible, but there was still part of him that tensed, completely frightened at the idea of it.
"Just let me touch you, let yourself enjoy it," Draco whispered and then began kissing and licking Harry's neck, fingers unbuttoning his pyjama top to caress his chest.
Harry let his head fall to the side, telling himself to relax and that Draco wouldn't hurt him like the others.
Draco removed Harry's pyjamas, laying soft kisses on his mouth and stroking his body, knowing by now all the places that were particularly sensitive and how to touch Harry. He sucked his nipples and stroked his skin, even kissing scars. He paused briefly to shed his own pyjamas then kept moving downward until he knelt between Harry's legs, nuzzling his cock.
Harry was completely relaxed by the time Draco moved down in between his legs, soft moans escaping him. He lifted his hips out of habit, silently asking for more. He felt like he floated in some kind of warm sea of feeling.
Draco's heart beat so fast he felt dizzy with it. He licked up the length of Harry's shaft, one hand gently cupping the man's balls. "Bend your knees," he whispered.
Harry trembled and did as Draco said, trying not to be afraid.
Sliding his mouth slowly over his lover's cock, Draco knew that the sensations would likely distract him from his fears.
Harry groaned at the wet heat surrounding his cock and raised his hips, hands moving to grip the sheets below them.
Draco’s mouth moved up and down his lover's shaft, sucking and licking as he did. He reached his fingers down, gently caressing Harry's perineum.
Harry whimpered softly and pressed down a little against the finger, surprised that he actually liked that feeling, whatever it was.
Encouraged by Harry's reaction, Draco continued stroking and moving downward until his fingers gently caressed Harry's opening.
Harry tensed and squeezed his eyes shut. Panic skittered throughout his body and he held his breath.
Draco swirled his tongue over the head of Harry's cock, moving the pad of one finger in the same motion against his tight opening.
Harry began to tremble again, feeling both Draco's mouth around him and the finger moving against him below. It felt so good, so different than it had ... before.
Draco gently drew back, licking along the shaft and then licking and sucking Harry's balls, finger still only gently caressing his opening.
Harry slowly relaxed and got used to the feeling, making soft noises every now and then. "Draco," he sighed, only so he could remind himself of who it was doing this to him.
Draco hummed against Harry's flesh, licking below his balls now until he reached his puckered opening. Moving his fingers aside to rest on the inside of Harry's thighs, he traced that opening with the tip of his tongue.
Harry jerked at the unexpected touch, his head snapping up. "What're you ... doing?”
Draco lay on his own belly now, his erection pressed hard against the sheets and his face between Harry's legs. He drew back just enough to whisper "Relax, love," before licking him again.
"But how can you?” Harry was shocked that anyone would want to do that, especially given ... he pushed the memory away and tried to focus on the sensations. He swallowed hard and lay back as the licks began to feel strangely good.
Draco licked and teased that opening until he felt Harry relaxing again. Then he pressed the tip gently into the centre.
Harry wanted to flinch at the pain he thought it would've caused, but he could only shudder. There wasn't any pain at all, in fact it felt good, really good.
Draco wiggled his tongue into that tight hole, thrusting gently and feeling it open to him. He moaned in delight at Harry's response. Harry was opening to him, relaxing and letting himself feel. Draco knew how much trust that took for the other man.
Harry's eyes squeezed tightly shut as he panted in pleasure, chewing on his bottom lip. He never thought he could ever like something like this after all that had happened. Never.
Draco continued thrusting his tongue into his lover, reaching up to stroke Harry's cock again. He felt Harry's hips began to roll, trying to press down against Draco's tongue and thrust up into his hand at the same time. In response, Draco pressed the tip of one finger into Harry now, continuing to lick around it as he did.
Harry tensed slightly when he felt the finger, but it didn't feel unpleasant so he didn't tell Draco to stop yet. He wanted this, he reminded himself, panting harder.
Draco gently pressed in with his finger as he continued to stroke and lick.
Harry slowly got used to the new feeling, spreading his legs wider and shuddering in pleasure with the onslaught of sensations.
After a couple minutes of working his finger in and out, Draco pulled his hand away and picked up his wand, casting Unguentatus, a Lubrication Charm.
Harry opened his eyes and looked down at Draco, realising what he was preparing for. "Make it feel good.”
"Yes, love," Draco said, slipping the finger back into place and then adding a second one, kissing the insides of Harry's thighs as he did.
The second finger stretched Harry a little and it made him reach down to touch Draco's head. "Wait ....”
Draco stilled himself, pressing his cheek against Harry's thigh.
"Hurts a little," Harry whispered, gripping Draco’s hair and taking a few deep breaths.
"Relax and it will feel better," Draco said, licking Harry's balls again and stroking his shaft with his other hand.
"I am," Harry whispered, slowly letting go of Draco and laying back down on the bed. He tried to clear his mind, focusing only on the pleasure of his lover's touch. "Okay ... you can go on ....”
Draco began to gently move his fingers again, twisting to find that spot inside Harry.
Harry didn't know what it was that hit him so suddenly, a spike of unbelievable pleasure racing happily up his spine. He cried out and reached to grip Draco's shoulder, but not to stop him. "What ....”
Draco stopped, looking up and grinning. "Good?"
"Yes ....” Harry whispered, nodding slowly. "Why?"
"Why what?" Draco asked, moving his fingers again.
"Why's it feel good?" Harry gasped and sparks seemed to radiate from inside him, spreading out to light every nerve on fire.
"Supposed to," Draco said. "Part of our bodies."
But it never felt good before Draco. "I think ... you make it feel better," Harry whispered, smiling at him.
"Good," Draco said. Harry had relaxed a lot more now so Draco cautiously added a third finger, still caressing the man's cock as he did.
The uncomfortable stretching feeling was back and it made Harry groan deeply, biting his lip hard.
Draco made sure to rub his fingertips against Harry's prostate. "So beautiful, Harry," he whispered, so his lover could hear the sound of his voice.
Harry arched slightly as Draco's fingers continued to brush against that spot, distracting and overwhelming the slight burning sensation that came along with it.
"Yes, love, yes," Draco whispered. He continued to pump his fingers and stroke him, waiting for some indication that Harry was ready.
"I'm gonna come if you keep doing this ....” Harry warned Draco, his hips rising and falling with Draco's movements.
"You can come this way if you want," Draco said. "Unless you want more ....”
"I want you to come, too," Harry said.
"Don't worry about me. I love pleasuring you," Draco said. "If you want to come this way, I will keep going. If you want me inside you and you are ready, let me know."
Harry wasn't sure of what to do next. He wanted Draco to come with him, but at the same time, the thought of being penetrated that way still sent shivers of fear through him. "Can I ... I want to come like this for now ....”
"Yes, love," Draco said and, then, keeping his fingers inside him, he brought his mouth over his lover's cock.
Harry let out a long, low moan at the two sensations at once. He was already close, and he knew it wouldn't be much longer before he was coming.
Draco sucked and licked his lover's cock, panting through his nose, fingers stroking inside the man.
It only took Harry a few more minutes before he was crying out and coming, forgetting to warn Draco.
Draco loved the slick bitter taste, swallowing and licking his lover's come. He loved the feel of the man spasming around his fingers, his cock aching with the knowledge of how good it would feel to be inside him. He gently withdrew his slippery fingers from Harry's opening, smiling up at him now.
"Sorry," Harry whispered out of habit, still panting and staring up at the ceiling. He couldn't believe what he had just done. Something he thought he would've never liked ... and yet ... he almost wanted to ask Draco to do it again.
"No apologies for letting me do what I want," Draco whispered, kissing his lover's softening and still sticky cock.
"Thank you," Harry said a moment later, sighing happily when he felt Draco kiss him.
Draco got up on his knees and smiled down at Harry. His own cock stood erect and curling toward his stomach. He smiled as he reached a hand, still slick from Harry, downward to stroke himself.
Harry wanted to reach over and help, but instead he just watched, like he used to before they got together. Before he was allowed to touch.
"I love you looking at me, touching me, letting me touch you," Draco said as he wanked himself. "I love that you trust me enough to let me bring you pleasure." His breathing sped up now and he was panting as he got closer.
Harry could only bite his lip and nod, his eyes stuck on Draco's hand as his strokes quickened. No matter how many times he had seen the man do this, he would never get tired of it. He loved the way the blond’s eyes half closed and his lip curled as the pleasure intensified.
Draco's eyes never left Harry's face as he came, gasping and covering his own chest with his seed.
Harry gasped softly as well, astonished that Draco looked so beautiful when he came. Beautiful and free, he thought.
Draco sat panting for a minute, a contented smile on his face as he looked at Harry. Then he reached for his wand and cast Lavare to clean both of them. "Now for the other part I love about sex with you," he said.
"The other part?" Harry asked quietly.
Draco crawled up beside him, pulling the covers up, too. "Holding you in my arms," he whispered as he reached to do just that.
Harry flushed and let Draco pull him close, snuggling up to him. "I like this part, too,” he whispered.