A Love So Belated
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Adult ++
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Chapter 28: A Perfect Feast
Chapter Number/Total: 28/44
Chapter Title: A Perfect Feast
Words: 3056 Words
Harry hadn't spent much time at the Burrow, obviously, and when he returned to Grimmauld Place, Draco wasn't yet back from the Manor. He moped around and had Kreacher make him some tea, even though he didn't actually drink it. He just sat at the kitchen table, feeling horrible. With his luck, Draco would come back and say it had all been a joke, that he didn't love Harry, and then laugh at him. Harry groaned and dropped his head into his arms, nervous about what Draco's mother was going to tell him and unable to get the sound of Ginny's crying out of his head.
Draco used his old school trunk to pack. He would have to figure out what to do about the potions lab later. He took a selection of books and a lot of clothes, having to shrink a few things to fit it all in there. It wasn't like with Hogwarts though, he could Apparate back for more things later. He appeared outside Number Twelve and used a Levitation Spell to get the now very heavy trunk inside the house. He was probably too loud about it because he set off the portrait of Mrs. Black.
Harry jumped from where he sat in the kitchen, bringing his head up off his arms. He quickly stood up from his chair and went for the stairs. "Draco?" he called as he ascended into the foyer, hand on his wand just in case.
"Yes!" Draco called back, and then began struggling with the curtain on the portrait. "Shut up, you old windbag!"
Harry grinned at the sight and watched Draco for a second before moving to help him, pulling one side while Draco pulled the other.
They met in the middle and Draco forgot about the portrait, pulling Harry into a kiss.
Mrs. Black screamed in horror, but Harry simply gave a two-fingered salute, wrapping one arm around Draco's shoulders as they kissed.
Perversely, Draco enjoyed the portrait's protestations and deepened the kiss, fingers plunging into his lover's hair.
"Mmm," Harry hummed, though the sound was lost among the screaming. He finally pulled back to roughly pull the curtains shut when his ears started ringing.
Draco stood grinning at him. "Such an interesting welcome one gets moving in here," he said, waggling his eyebrows.
Harry grinned widely, noticing the trunk then. "She's letting you?" he asked happily and almost too loudly.
"I didn't ask permission," Draco said, smiling at him still. "I told her how I felt and what I wanted and that I was doing it."
Harry's grin widened further. "You're going to live with me?" He hugged Draco tightly around the waist.
"That is why there is a trunk in your hallway." Draco smirked.
Harry squeezed him tighter, kissing him again. "Draco Malfoy, you are brilliant," he whispered.
"Of course, I am," Draco said, grinning. He ran his fingers through Harry's hair. "And very lucky."
Harry rolled his eyes a bit at that. "I'm the lucky one."
Draco sighed contentedly before remembering that his boyfriend might not have had such an easy time on his 'mission'. "Are you okay?"
Harry sighed then. "Mostly? Yes. Now that I know you're here," he said. "But it wasn't nice."
Draco nodded. He hadn't thought it would be. He leaned his forehead against Harry's, one hand in his hair, pressed along the back of his skull. "I love you, Harry," he whispered.
Harry sighed again, this one more of comfort. "I know," he said. "And I love you. That's why anything that happens is worth it."
Draco left the trunk in the hall and led his lover into the sitting room, drawing him down to sit on a sofa. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked.
Harry sighed again and thought about it. "I guess I'm just scared," he admitted. "That they'll all hate me. Even though I deserve it."
Draco sighed, shaking his head. "You don't deserve to be hated. It's me they have reason to resent," he said softly. "Are you sure you can handle folks knowing you are with me?"
"Yes," Harry said firmly. "And they do have reason to hate me. I cheated on Ginny and lied to her for over a month, all because I was too afraid to break up with her. George probably already hates me," he winced, "and now Ginny has to hate me. Hermione probably even thinks I'm an arsehole."
Draco didn't know what to say to that. He didn't know any of those people well enough to say how they would handle it. He squeezed Harry's hand and sighed. "I will do whatever you need me to do," he said. "If that means not telling people about us, I will accept that."
"I'm not ashamed of you though," Harry told him.
"Good," Draco said with a smile, kissing him lightly. "So we keep things quiet for now."
"Okay," Harry agreed. They spent a few moments sitting in silence before he asked, "Did your mum go mad?"
It was Draco's turn to roll his eyes. "She is concerned about my future. But I think she knows how much you mean to me," he answered.
"You mean she didn't lay a curse on the name of Potter?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, she didn't," Draco said with a smirk. "And we are having dinner at the Manor on Sunday."
Harry raised both eyebrows now. "Oh?" he said, surprised.
"Yes," Draco answered smugly.
"Will you tell your father?" Harry asked, wincing slightly.
Draco's smile faltered and he sighed. "Not yet," he said. "I doubt he will take it well."
Harry frowned a little. "Didn't think so," he said. "You're giving up a lot for me, aren't you?" he said quietly.
Draco shrugged. "Giving up being a breeding stud for the next Malfoy heir?"
Harry shrugged too, still looking at Draco. "You don't want kids?"
Draco looked down, frowning. "Actually, I would like them," he said quietly. "But not enough to marry someone I am not in love with. Not enough to give up being with you." He lifted his face again on the last part, looking him in the eyes.
Harry smiled at him. "Good," he said, "because I don't ever want to take anything away from you."
"I can think of something you can give me..." Draco whispered, waggling his eyebrows.
Harry smirked and raised an eyebrow. "What would that be?" he said.
Draco blushed, mischief in his eyes as he stood up and pulled Harry with him.
Harry smiled curiously, allowing himself to be pulled.
"I think we should shag in every room of this house," Draco said, pulling him into the dining room. "Starting here."
"That sounds like a brilliant idea to me," Harry said huskily, a slow grin stretching his lips.
"So, at Christmas dinner, did I look a bit... distracted?" Draco asked.
Harry raised an eyebrow again. "Yes, actually," he said, remembering.
Draco pulled him close, whispering in Harry's ear, "I kept imagining you stripped and spread on this table for me."
Harry took in a deep shaky breath then. "Kinky are we?" His cock twitched at the very thought.
"Oh, my love," Draco sighed, "you have no idea."
Harry's eyes widened slightly at that. "Really?" he said breathlessly, pulling his shirt off.
"Really." Draco waggled his eyebrows, beginning to strip as well.
"Fuck," Harry replied, throwing the shirt and dropping his trousers. He'd never been so turned on by a single person before in his life.
"Yes," Draco agreed. "Lie back on the table, with your knees bent." He removed his trousers and shorts too, his cock already twitching in anticipation.
Harry smirked, though it was nearly a Luna-like dreamy smile. He moved as seductively as he could, hoping he didn't look like an idiot as he climbed on the table. He faced Draco, not yet lying back, and spread his legs wide, flushing as he reached down to gently rub at his own entrance. Trying to be sexy was somewhat embarrassing.
Draco grinned at his lover, delighted with how eager Harry was. "Fuck, baby, let me do that," he gasped.
"Holy shit," Harry groaned, taking his hand away. He stared at Draco with half-lidded, lust-darkened eyes.
Draco stepped up to the table, leaning into Harry, cupping the back of his head and kissing him passionately. He began caressing Harry's chest with his other hand.
Harry moaned into Draco's mouth, opening up for him. "Oh, baby," he breathed in the short second between kisses.
Draco hummed, fingers caressing the hair on his lover's chest and gently pinching his nipples.
Harry groaned again, moving restlessly against the table. His cock swayed with the motion and he ran his tongue slowly along Draco's.
Draco's fingers gripped Harry's hair again as the other hand continued downward over his belly.
Harry twitched at the feeling of Draco's fingers, arching into them slightly as they made their way down.
"Lie back now and bring your knees up," Draco whispered against Harry's lips.
Harry nodded, lips parted as he panted and did as Draco said.
"Fuck, you look so beautiful," Draco whispered. He pulled Harry's hips forward until his arse was at the edge of the table, feet planted on either side. "A feast spread for me," he added.
"Oh, fuck, for you, baby," Harry let out. "Only for you." Merlin, Draco was so fucking hot Harry wanted to scream.
Draco ran both hands up Harry's legs until he reached his lover's groin. He gently caressed Harry's cock. "I sat here fantasising about doing just this to you," he whispered.
Harry threw his head back against the table with a clunk, spreading his legs wider if possible. "Oh, fuck, Draco, so hot," he gasped. Thinking of Draco sitting at the table with those dirty thoughts running through his mind was thrilling. He wanted him that much? Though Harry had imagined sex with Draco that entire day as well. Against the wall, in a chair, on the staircase, fuck, it was endless really.
"Yes, I wasn't interested in apple pie. I wanted this," Draco murmured as he bent forward and took Harry's cock into his mouth.
"Fuck!" Harry shouted, hands moving immediately to tangle in Draco's hair. "Suck me, baby, fuck," he gasped.
Draco swirled his tongue over the crown and sucked his lover's cock, bobbing his head. He wrapped his fingers around the base and cupped Harry's balls with his other hand.
Harry stared up at the ceiling, his eyes rolling slightly as he babbled Draco's name and swore like a sailor. There was such an intense heat in his groin, and pleasure surged throughout his body.
Draco drew back, smiling down at Harry as he continued to stroke him. He used his other hand to reach for a chair and pull it up, sitting down with Harry in front of him.
"Oh, fuck," Harry gasped, staring down his own body at Draco. It was like he was literally a feast. He propped himself up on his elbows, despite how shaky he was feeling. "Gonna eat me?" he asked huskily, so turned on there was no more room for embarrassment.
"Yes, I am," Draco answered, voice husky too as he smiled. He leaned forward, gently sucking one of his lover's balls into his mouth.
Harry clenched his hands, mouth dropping open as he threw his head back again, but he picked it up quickly, wanting to watch Draco.
Draco slowly licked and sucked both of Harry's balls before starting to work his way below them. He kept one hand wrapped around his lover's shaft as he did.
"Oh, fuck, Draco," Harry gasped, watching Draco's hand on his cock while his face dipped lower.
Draco licked his way down until he was tracing the tight hole of his lover with his tongue.
"Oh, baby, I love this," Harry groaned, feeling once again that Draco was turning his bones to liquid. He had to sink back down to the table, his thighs quivering.
"The perfect feast," Draco said before pressing his tongue into the centre of his lover's opening.
Harry clenched his teeth and hissed through them, trying to resist the urge to press against Draco.
Draco wiggled his tongue inside this lover, hand still stroking his cock.
Harry knew he wasn't going to be able to take much of this. He began moving his hips in a tiny circular motion with Draco's stokes, still feeling that – literally – fucking tongue. "Baby, gonna come for you," he groaned, getting louder. "Gonna come!"
Draco moved his tongue faster, fucking Harry.
Harry's body seized up before he came with a tremendous shout, thrusting his hips up as if there were an invisible body atop his. "Oh, Merlin, fuck, Draco, fuck!"
Draco felt Harry's come coating his hand, his tongue pushed out by the spasming of his lover's body. "Yes, baby, yes!" he encouraged, loving the way Harry's body shook.
Harry nearly knocked Draco in the head with his knee as he continued to thrust into his hand, his back bowed against the table. He finally landed in a twitching heap, gasping for breath.
Draco stood up and began licking the come from Harry's cock and belly.
Harry watched him with his mouth hanging open, blinking his eyes a few times to make sure he was really with someone so hot.
Draco's hard and leaking cock brushed Harry's inner thigh as he leaned further forward, licking up every drop of his lover's seed.
"Oh, fuck, let me suck you," Harry gasped, feeling that cock.
"Yes, please," Draco agreed, licking his lips as he stood up again.
Harry scrambled upright and off the table, moving to his knees in front of Draco and pulling him forward by his hips.
Draco turned so that he could hold onto the table with one hand, trembling at the sight of the other man kneeling for him.
Harry delivered a long lick to Draco's cock, grasping it with one hand. He knew Draco probably wouldn't last long, not after all that, so he quickly sucked the fingers of his right hand into his mouth, coating them with saliva before bringing them between Draco's legs and behind to his opening.
Draco's other hand grabbed Harry's shoulder then, fingers pressing tight. "Oh, Gods!" He tried to spread his stance, giving Harry room to press into him.
Harry groaned, lowering his mouth over the sticky head of Draco's cock, simultaneously sinking a finger inside him.
Draco moaned, his whole body shaking. "Oh, suck me, baby, yes," he gasped. He would definitely not last long.
Harry bobbed his head quickly, pressing firmly with his lips and tongue as he added another finger, finding that spot inside of Draco and rubbing against it.
Draco's fingers tightened painfully on both the table and Harry's shoulder. He nearly screamed as he came, his entire body shaking with it.
Harry ignored the pain in his shoulder, delighted with it actually. He pulled back enough to swallow Draco's come, letting a drip of it dangle as he smirked and licked slowly with his tongue.
Draco was shaking and sank to his knees facing Harry. He leaned in, licking his lover's chin and lips.
"Mmm," Harry moaned softly, letting his tongue out to touch Draco's. There was something very hot about kissing after doing that to each other.
Draco could taste both their come and the underlying musk of Harry's arse as he sucked on his lover's tongue. He grabbed the back of Harry's hair again, his other hand dropping to wrap around his waist and pull him close.
Harry sighed, arms twining around Draco's neck as they kissed on their knees, chests pressed together. He did not want to let Draco go for anything and held him even tighter.
"Master be wanting dinner now?" came a voice from the door.
Harry gasped and pulled away from Draco. Kreacher stood in the doorway, frowning at the two of them.
"Kreacher!" Harry exclaimed.
Kreacher shook his head as he turned away. "Kreacher is wondering if Master is mad," he muttered to himself. "Master is mating with a male in the dining room."
They could hear him mumbling down the hall and Harry's face burned.
Draco began laughing, nearly falling over with his amusement.
Harry made a disgruntled face, staring at Draco.
His lover's expression made it even funnier to Draco, and he doubled over in his laughter.
Harry shook his head at Draco. "Weirdo," he said with a slightly amused, but still disgruntled smile. He pushed Draco playfully.
"That ... elf... is... funny," Draco managed between laughs.
Harry snorted. "Yes, and if he isn't careful, he'll see a lot of me mating with a male." He rolled his eyes again.
That sent Draco into another round of laughter. This time he released the table and fell to his side. "Mating male..." he gasped.
Harry laughed with him now – well, more at him really. He lunged at Draco and pinned him to the hardwood floor, kissing his neck.
Draco giggled. "Help, being attacked by a mating male!" he said in a pseudo-frightened voice.
Harry really laughed at that, rolling onto his back next to Draco.
Draco continued to chuckle, lying there panting a bit until he'd settled down. "Do you need to explain male mating to your house-elf?" he asked, giggling again.
"I'd rather not have any conversations with Kreacher at all that come anywhere near the word mating," Harry answered, snorting again.
Between the sex and the laughter, Draco was worn out, just lying on the floor chuckling. "Well, life together should not be boring," he mused.
Harry chuckled as well, turning his head to gaze happily at Draco. "No, definitely not," he said. "And there's just one more question to make this whole thing official."
"Oh, really? What?" the blond asked.
Harry rolled onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow and grinning. "Draco Malfoy," he said in a serious-sounding voice, "will you be my boyfriend? I never actually asked."
Draco was already on his side, facing him. He reached out and cupped Harry's cheek. "I thought I already was," he answered softly.
Harry smiled, leaning in for a kiss. "You're much more than that," he said against Draco's lips. "And I love you very much."
"Very good," Draco agreed, kissing him back.
Chapter Title: A Perfect Feast
Words: 3056 Words
Harry hadn't spent much time at the Burrow, obviously, and when he returned to Grimmauld Place, Draco wasn't yet back from the Manor. He moped around and had Kreacher make him some tea, even though he didn't actually drink it. He just sat at the kitchen table, feeling horrible. With his luck, Draco would come back and say it had all been a joke, that he didn't love Harry, and then laugh at him. Harry groaned and dropped his head into his arms, nervous about what Draco's mother was going to tell him and unable to get the sound of Ginny's crying out of his head.
Draco used his old school trunk to pack. He would have to figure out what to do about the potions lab later. He took a selection of books and a lot of clothes, having to shrink a few things to fit it all in there. It wasn't like with Hogwarts though, he could Apparate back for more things later. He appeared outside Number Twelve and used a Levitation Spell to get the now very heavy trunk inside the house. He was probably too loud about it because he set off the portrait of Mrs. Black.
Harry jumped from where he sat in the kitchen, bringing his head up off his arms. He quickly stood up from his chair and went for the stairs. "Draco?" he called as he ascended into the foyer, hand on his wand just in case.
"Yes!" Draco called back, and then began struggling with the curtain on the portrait. "Shut up, you old windbag!"
Harry grinned at the sight and watched Draco for a second before moving to help him, pulling one side while Draco pulled the other.
They met in the middle and Draco forgot about the portrait, pulling Harry into a kiss.
Mrs. Black screamed in horror, but Harry simply gave a two-fingered salute, wrapping one arm around Draco's shoulders as they kissed.
Perversely, Draco enjoyed the portrait's protestations and deepened the kiss, fingers plunging into his lover's hair.
"Mmm," Harry hummed, though the sound was lost among the screaming. He finally pulled back to roughly pull the curtains shut when his ears started ringing.
Draco stood grinning at him. "Such an interesting welcome one gets moving in here," he said, waggling his eyebrows.
Harry grinned widely, noticing the trunk then. "She's letting you?" he asked happily and almost too loudly.
"I didn't ask permission," Draco said, smiling at him still. "I told her how I felt and what I wanted and that I was doing it."
Harry's grin widened further. "You're going to live with me?" He hugged Draco tightly around the waist.
"That is why there is a trunk in your hallway." Draco smirked.
Harry squeezed him tighter, kissing him again. "Draco Malfoy, you are brilliant," he whispered.
"Of course, I am," Draco said, grinning. He ran his fingers through Harry's hair. "And very lucky."
Harry rolled his eyes a bit at that. "I'm the lucky one."
Draco sighed contentedly before remembering that his boyfriend might not have had such an easy time on his 'mission'. "Are you okay?"
Harry sighed then. "Mostly? Yes. Now that I know you're here," he said. "But it wasn't nice."
Draco nodded. He hadn't thought it would be. He leaned his forehead against Harry's, one hand in his hair, pressed along the back of his skull. "I love you, Harry," he whispered.
Harry sighed again, this one more of comfort. "I know," he said. "And I love you. That's why anything that happens is worth it."
Draco left the trunk in the hall and led his lover into the sitting room, drawing him down to sit on a sofa. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked.
Harry sighed again and thought about it. "I guess I'm just scared," he admitted. "That they'll all hate me. Even though I deserve it."
Draco sighed, shaking his head. "You don't deserve to be hated. It's me they have reason to resent," he said softly. "Are you sure you can handle folks knowing you are with me?"
"Yes," Harry said firmly. "And they do have reason to hate me. I cheated on Ginny and lied to her for over a month, all because I was too afraid to break up with her. George probably already hates me," he winced, "and now Ginny has to hate me. Hermione probably even thinks I'm an arsehole."
Draco didn't know what to say to that. He didn't know any of those people well enough to say how they would handle it. He squeezed Harry's hand and sighed. "I will do whatever you need me to do," he said. "If that means not telling people about us, I will accept that."
"I'm not ashamed of you though," Harry told him.
"Good," Draco said with a smile, kissing him lightly. "So we keep things quiet for now."
"Okay," Harry agreed. They spent a few moments sitting in silence before he asked, "Did your mum go mad?"
It was Draco's turn to roll his eyes. "She is concerned about my future. But I think she knows how much you mean to me," he answered.
"You mean she didn't lay a curse on the name of Potter?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, she didn't," Draco said with a smirk. "And we are having dinner at the Manor on Sunday."
Harry raised both eyebrows now. "Oh?" he said, surprised.
"Yes," Draco answered smugly.
"Will you tell your father?" Harry asked, wincing slightly.
Draco's smile faltered and he sighed. "Not yet," he said. "I doubt he will take it well."
Harry frowned a little. "Didn't think so," he said. "You're giving up a lot for me, aren't you?" he said quietly.
Draco shrugged. "Giving up being a breeding stud for the next Malfoy heir?"
Harry shrugged too, still looking at Draco. "You don't want kids?"
Draco looked down, frowning. "Actually, I would like them," he said quietly. "But not enough to marry someone I am not in love with. Not enough to give up being with you." He lifted his face again on the last part, looking him in the eyes.
Harry smiled at him. "Good," he said, "because I don't ever want to take anything away from you."
"I can think of something you can give me..." Draco whispered, waggling his eyebrows.
Harry smirked and raised an eyebrow. "What would that be?" he said.
Draco blushed, mischief in his eyes as he stood up and pulled Harry with him.
Harry smiled curiously, allowing himself to be pulled.
"I think we should shag in every room of this house," Draco said, pulling him into the dining room. "Starting here."
"That sounds like a brilliant idea to me," Harry said huskily, a slow grin stretching his lips.
"So, at Christmas dinner, did I look a bit... distracted?" Draco asked.
Harry raised an eyebrow again. "Yes, actually," he said, remembering.
Draco pulled him close, whispering in Harry's ear, "I kept imagining you stripped and spread on this table for me."
Harry took in a deep shaky breath then. "Kinky are we?" His cock twitched at the very thought.
"Oh, my love," Draco sighed, "you have no idea."
Harry's eyes widened slightly at that. "Really?" he said breathlessly, pulling his shirt off.
"Really." Draco waggled his eyebrows, beginning to strip as well.
"Fuck," Harry replied, throwing the shirt and dropping his trousers. He'd never been so turned on by a single person before in his life.
"Yes," Draco agreed. "Lie back on the table, with your knees bent." He removed his trousers and shorts too, his cock already twitching in anticipation.
Harry smirked, though it was nearly a Luna-like dreamy smile. He moved as seductively as he could, hoping he didn't look like an idiot as he climbed on the table. He faced Draco, not yet lying back, and spread his legs wide, flushing as he reached down to gently rub at his own entrance. Trying to be sexy was somewhat embarrassing.
Draco grinned at his lover, delighted with how eager Harry was. "Fuck, baby, let me do that," he gasped.
"Holy shit," Harry groaned, taking his hand away. He stared at Draco with half-lidded, lust-darkened eyes.
Draco stepped up to the table, leaning into Harry, cupping the back of his head and kissing him passionately. He began caressing Harry's chest with his other hand.
Harry moaned into Draco's mouth, opening up for him. "Oh, baby," he breathed in the short second between kisses.
Draco hummed, fingers caressing the hair on his lover's chest and gently pinching his nipples.
Harry groaned again, moving restlessly against the table. His cock swayed with the motion and he ran his tongue slowly along Draco's.
Draco's fingers gripped Harry's hair again as the other hand continued downward over his belly.
Harry twitched at the feeling of Draco's fingers, arching into them slightly as they made their way down.
"Lie back now and bring your knees up," Draco whispered against Harry's lips.
Harry nodded, lips parted as he panted and did as Draco said.
"Fuck, you look so beautiful," Draco whispered. He pulled Harry's hips forward until his arse was at the edge of the table, feet planted on either side. "A feast spread for me," he added.
"Oh, fuck, for you, baby," Harry let out. "Only for you." Merlin, Draco was so fucking hot Harry wanted to scream.
Draco ran both hands up Harry's legs until he reached his lover's groin. He gently caressed Harry's cock. "I sat here fantasising about doing just this to you," he whispered.
Harry threw his head back against the table with a clunk, spreading his legs wider if possible. "Oh, fuck, Draco, so hot," he gasped. Thinking of Draco sitting at the table with those dirty thoughts running through his mind was thrilling. He wanted him that much? Though Harry had imagined sex with Draco that entire day as well. Against the wall, in a chair, on the staircase, fuck, it was endless really.
"Yes, I wasn't interested in apple pie. I wanted this," Draco murmured as he bent forward and took Harry's cock into his mouth.
"Fuck!" Harry shouted, hands moving immediately to tangle in Draco's hair. "Suck me, baby, fuck," he gasped.
Draco swirled his tongue over the crown and sucked his lover's cock, bobbing his head. He wrapped his fingers around the base and cupped Harry's balls with his other hand.
Harry stared up at the ceiling, his eyes rolling slightly as he babbled Draco's name and swore like a sailor. There was such an intense heat in his groin, and pleasure surged throughout his body.
Draco drew back, smiling down at Harry as he continued to stroke him. He used his other hand to reach for a chair and pull it up, sitting down with Harry in front of him.
"Oh, fuck," Harry gasped, staring down his own body at Draco. It was like he was literally a feast. He propped himself up on his elbows, despite how shaky he was feeling. "Gonna eat me?" he asked huskily, so turned on there was no more room for embarrassment.
"Yes, I am," Draco answered, voice husky too as he smiled. He leaned forward, gently sucking one of his lover's balls into his mouth.
Harry clenched his hands, mouth dropping open as he threw his head back again, but he picked it up quickly, wanting to watch Draco.
Draco slowly licked and sucked both of Harry's balls before starting to work his way below them. He kept one hand wrapped around his lover's shaft as he did.
"Oh, fuck, Draco," Harry gasped, watching Draco's hand on his cock while his face dipped lower.
Draco licked his way down until he was tracing the tight hole of his lover with his tongue.
"Oh, baby, I love this," Harry groaned, feeling once again that Draco was turning his bones to liquid. He had to sink back down to the table, his thighs quivering.
"The perfect feast," Draco said before pressing his tongue into the centre of his lover's opening.
Harry clenched his teeth and hissed through them, trying to resist the urge to press against Draco.
Draco wiggled his tongue inside this lover, hand still stroking his cock.
Harry knew he wasn't going to be able to take much of this. He began moving his hips in a tiny circular motion with Draco's stokes, still feeling that – literally – fucking tongue. "Baby, gonna come for you," he groaned, getting louder. "Gonna come!"
Draco moved his tongue faster, fucking Harry.
Harry's body seized up before he came with a tremendous shout, thrusting his hips up as if there were an invisible body atop his. "Oh, Merlin, fuck, Draco, fuck!"
Draco felt Harry's come coating his hand, his tongue pushed out by the spasming of his lover's body. "Yes, baby, yes!" he encouraged, loving the way Harry's body shook.
Harry nearly knocked Draco in the head with his knee as he continued to thrust into his hand, his back bowed against the table. He finally landed in a twitching heap, gasping for breath.
Draco stood up and began licking the come from Harry's cock and belly.
Harry watched him with his mouth hanging open, blinking his eyes a few times to make sure he was really with someone so hot.
Draco's hard and leaking cock brushed Harry's inner thigh as he leaned further forward, licking up every drop of his lover's seed.
"Oh, fuck, let me suck you," Harry gasped, feeling that cock.
"Yes, please," Draco agreed, licking his lips as he stood up again.
Harry scrambled upright and off the table, moving to his knees in front of Draco and pulling him forward by his hips.
Draco turned so that he could hold onto the table with one hand, trembling at the sight of the other man kneeling for him.
Harry delivered a long lick to Draco's cock, grasping it with one hand. He knew Draco probably wouldn't last long, not after all that, so he quickly sucked the fingers of his right hand into his mouth, coating them with saliva before bringing them between Draco's legs and behind to his opening.
Draco's other hand grabbed Harry's shoulder then, fingers pressing tight. "Oh, Gods!" He tried to spread his stance, giving Harry room to press into him.
Harry groaned, lowering his mouth over the sticky head of Draco's cock, simultaneously sinking a finger inside him.
Draco moaned, his whole body shaking. "Oh, suck me, baby, yes," he gasped. He would definitely not last long.
Harry bobbed his head quickly, pressing firmly with his lips and tongue as he added another finger, finding that spot inside of Draco and rubbing against it.
Draco's fingers tightened painfully on both the table and Harry's shoulder. He nearly screamed as he came, his entire body shaking with it.
Harry ignored the pain in his shoulder, delighted with it actually. He pulled back enough to swallow Draco's come, letting a drip of it dangle as he smirked and licked slowly with his tongue.
Draco was shaking and sank to his knees facing Harry. He leaned in, licking his lover's chin and lips.
"Mmm," Harry moaned softly, letting his tongue out to touch Draco's. There was something very hot about kissing after doing that to each other.
Draco could taste both their come and the underlying musk of Harry's arse as he sucked on his lover's tongue. He grabbed the back of Harry's hair again, his other hand dropping to wrap around his waist and pull him close.
Harry sighed, arms twining around Draco's neck as they kissed on their knees, chests pressed together. He did not want to let Draco go for anything and held him even tighter.
"Master be wanting dinner now?" came a voice from the door.
Harry gasped and pulled away from Draco. Kreacher stood in the doorway, frowning at the two of them.
"Kreacher!" Harry exclaimed.
Kreacher shook his head as he turned away. "Kreacher is wondering if Master is mad," he muttered to himself. "Master is mating with a male in the dining room."
They could hear him mumbling down the hall and Harry's face burned.
Draco began laughing, nearly falling over with his amusement.
Harry made a disgruntled face, staring at Draco.
His lover's expression made it even funnier to Draco, and he doubled over in his laughter.
Harry shook his head at Draco. "Weirdo," he said with a slightly amused, but still disgruntled smile. He pushed Draco playfully.
"That ... elf... is... funny," Draco managed between laughs.
Harry snorted. "Yes, and if he isn't careful, he'll see a lot of me mating with a male." He rolled his eyes again.
That sent Draco into another round of laughter. This time he released the table and fell to his side. "Mating male..." he gasped.
Harry laughed with him now – well, more at him really. He lunged at Draco and pinned him to the hardwood floor, kissing his neck.
Draco giggled. "Help, being attacked by a mating male!" he said in a pseudo-frightened voice.
Harry really laughed at that, rolling onto his back next to Draco.
Draco continued to chuckle, lying there panting a bit until he'd settled down. "Do you need to explain male mating to your house-elf?" he asked, giggling again.
"I'd rather not have any conversations with Kreacher at all that come anywhere near the word mating," Harry answered, snorting again.
Between the sex and the laughter, Draco was worn out, just lying on the floor chuckling. "Well, life together should not be boring," he mused.
Harry chuckled as well, turning his head to gaze happily at Draco. "No, definitely not," he said. "And there's just one more question to make this whole thing official."
"Oh, really? What?" the blond asked.
Harry rolled onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow and grinning. "Draco Malfoy," he said in a serious-sounding voice, "will you be my boyfriend? I never actually asked."
Draco was already on his side, facing him. He reached out and cupped Harry's cheek. "I thought I already was," he answered softly.
Harry smiled, leaning in for a kiss. "You're much more than that," he said against Draco's lips. "And I love you very much."
"Very good," Draco agreed, kissing him back.