All I Ever Wanted

DISCLAIMER: Warning! I make no claim to any property of J.K. Rowling's, and am in no way profiting by this. I do offer her my sincerest thanks for allowing us this garden of the mind in which we play. Further Warning! This story...and likely any I ever write...are dominated by gay themes and characters. That's how it is, if this in any way makes you uncomfortable...do not read further.

"All I Ever Wanted" chap. 29 'Drowning In You'


Narcissa Malfoy enjoyed herself thoroughly, but quickly exhausted herself, becoming sluggish and tired before an hour had passed. Draco and Harry wished her well and padded quietly from the room, allowing Narcissa to drift back to sleep in peace.

As the boys walked quietly through the manor's long halls, Harry was beaming with happy relief that his first visit with Narcissa had gone so well. Draco looked ecstatic, and fairly glowed with contentment.

Harry still didn't have a solid idea where in the manor he was, so he simply followed blindly, holding Draco's hand. He was fairly sure they weren't headed for the entryway, but he stemmed his curiosity, trusting Draco to show the way. They came to a door at the end of a hall. Draco opened it just a little, and looked back with a grin.

"No one has seen my bedroom since I was about nine years old. A few years later, when I wasn't bitter and ranting about the evils of Harry Potter, I was lazing about in here all day, wishing I had a boyfriend here with me. You're not the only whose wishes come true, Harry."

"Bloody hell," Harry half whispered.

Draco's suite was a study in teenage luxury. There were racks of music and an amazing sound system. Shelves and shelves of books and a closet that looked like a small circus could do back flips in it. It was filled with clothes all the way to the back, and to its right was a full bathroom with a huge mirror and long counters with hygiene and styling products covering every surface. The bed was larger than any Harry had ever seen, and it looked soft enough to sink a foot into. Lastly, the covers on it must have cost more than most people earned in a year. Harry was awestruck.

Draco dragged him the rest of the way in and closed the door behind them. He pulled Harry right to the edge of the bed, still smiling wickedly, and sat down. Then, with a sudden yank, he pulled a surprised Harry on top of him, leaving the dark haired boy spluttering (despite fully expecting a move like this). Any outrage Harry might have felt was stifled by the soft kisses that followed. Harry managed to slide an arm under Draco's waist and rolled them sideways, still tangled in a kiss that didn't stop.

Draco finally whispered into his ear. "This bed has waited my entire life to be 'christened', so thank you for being here. You told off my father and charmed my mother...this day could have been right awful, you made it so much better. I love you, Harry. Nobody else could ever do these things the way you do. You really are the best man I've ever known. Thank you so much for being with me."

Harry blushed just a little. "My pleasure, love. There isn't anywhere I wanna be that doesn't have you in it. I used to be so afraid of being alone my whole life. I don't think I ever felt truly happy...until the day we got together. I just didn't know it because I've never felt like this before. I'm not afraid anymore, love. If I've got you to live for...I can do anything I have to. Voldemort, Death Eaters, detention, hell, even Snape isn't seeming that scary these days. It's all you, Draco. You make everything in my life better and brighter than ever, and I love you for it. I'll always love you." Harry trailed off, nothing more to be said, and just let their kisses melt into one another's.

They weren't conscious of their clothing peeling away; they simply removed obstacles that blocked their way to each other's skin. There was no urgency to it, just resolve and comfort. At last, they were naked in a bed that threatened to pull them into its vast softness, curled around each other and sliding like snakes.

Draco reached for the nightstand before they even reached what could be termed 'classic' foreplay. It had been some time, and he was feeling thoroughly horny by now. His patience had reached its end, and though Harry likely would have cosseted and teased him as long as he wanted...well, he had needs right now!

Harry stood up on his knees, eyes clenched shut in an effort of self control, while Draco slicked his aching erection right and well. That soft hand manipulated him so skillfully that it was all he could do to restrain himself from coming immediately. After all, Harry had been waiting for some time, too...and few forces are as demanding as gravity or a seventeen year old boy's libido.

Draco dropped the bottle to the floor and turned face down, shoving thick pillows under his stomach to make himself comfortably angled for Harry (not to mention comfortable for the ride he was about to get).

Harry was kissing the small of his back, nudging the head of his slippery and eager manhood softly against Draco's waiting and hungry entrance. It was just as slow a process as usual, with the now familiar pressure and cautious shifting of Draco's muscles to make himself more accessible.

Harry was always patient and sure, never in a rush to please himself instead of his lover. In minutes, they were settled: Harry across Draco's back and happily biting and kissing that perfect neck and throat, Draco face down, wonderfully conscious of every perfect inch that was buried in him, loving the feel of Harry's tiny bites across his neck, throat and shoulders.

Harry was making slow, gentle movements with his hips that Draco responded to in kind, pushing back hard against each push Harry made into him.

Before long, Draco was blind to the world, eyes closed and body shuddering, aflame from within of an ecstasy that had no peer. Those hands touched him softly in so many right places, lips and teeth were teasing him constantly, all as they rocked against each other with a slowly increasing fervor.

A Quidditch calloused hand was at his hip, pulling him into every stroke, as the pace increased a little more again. A tension was mounting in him, soft and fluttering at first, insistent and disorienting a minute later. Draco felt that most curious of orgasms strike him just as suddenly as it had that time in the shower...just a sudden twisting of the world that stole his breath and made his mind reel. His skin burned hot and cool, tingling while his body shook involuntarily.

He hadn't 'come' as he'd always known the word to mean, but it would be crazy not to call the pleasure that thrummed through him anything but an orgasm. The best part was that he still had the capacity to continue, unlike the occasional finality of the other kind.

Harry was aware of Draco's pleasure, but hadn't yet come close to his own peak, and paused only a moment in pace as he felt the change in Draco's body language. Then, as Draco whispered feverish approval and displayed hunger for more, he started in again, working his way slowly and surely to a pace that would bring him satisfaction of his own.

Harry moved in rhythms that almost hypnotized him, steady and sure, allowing his mind to drift on waves of pleasure while he slid in and out of his lover's soft and pliant body. He never allowed himself more than a few seconds of thought about Draco's silken body beneath him: the flawless continuity of that pale and perfect skin, the soft play of muscles just beneath that amazing surface, the sensual lines of his neck and throat. Too many such thoughts would leave him coming before they even started.

Only as his pace quickened did he stop the roaming of his hands...by holding both of Draco's hips firmly and pulling his lover's body closer to his every thrust. Given his size, Harry was gentle by most people's standards. He knew that harm could come of acting too roughly, but when he was in Draco, he was always sure he'd be told if he pushed to fast or too hard.

He felt no tension from Draco; heard no complaints as he sped up, holding those lush hips tightly. Only moans, soft and throaty, occasional pants, and nearly husky squeals of delight, mixed with dashes of the laughter of joy and relief, reached his ears. He felt safe pushing the edge a little, driving just a little harder and deeper than he ever had.

Harry's efforts were rewarded by the sudden change in the cries and moans beneath him, all speaking a language of desire made wild and almost animal in its dangerous hunger. Soon all that could be heard were their cries and the slick slaps their bodies made as they crashed into one another.

Harry had felt the beautiful body beneath him tremble and shake with tiny explosions several times before he neared the end of his control. Thrusting savagely and dripping with sweat from exertion, he finally uttered a guttural cry of his own and felt himself release the pent up tide within him into Draco.

His pace slowed and staggered, fumbling and unsure while he came, Harry gasped for breath and then draped himself his lover's back, still twitching as the final bursts of his orgasm jetted into Draco's lean and thoroughly sated body.

He kissed the back of Draco's neck, moving to that soft place behind the ear, the one that always made Draco melt, and he felt, rather than heard, the purr of contentment that Draco began to make. He rolled them onto their sides to give Draco a little more comfort, never allowing himself to withdraw fully from Draco's tight and delicious arse.

Draco reached his left hand back to stroke Harry's mussed hair, but his right hand moved to his own aching erection. Slowly writhing against Harry's still considerable, but slowly waning, member, he jerked himself off with scarcely an effort, already having hung upon the edge of release for most of the previous hour.

In a minute, he was clenched around Harry tightly, spurting onto the sheets beneath him, uttering a whimper of sublime of exhaustion while tears rolled down his cheeks. They lay in the aftermath, still joined even in repletion, breathing softly and deeply and caressing one another as their energy returned.

Harry gently withdrew himself from Draco's body, staring in wonder as he watched that wonderfully tight entrance, which somehow perfectly accommodated him, slowly close. That a body so slender and fine could take this kind of punishment, and crave it again and again, amazed him completely.

Disengaged, they were able to lie back and rest easy, Draco curled in the crook of Harry's arm and stroking the chest of his love with fingers that uttered a wordless adoration.

Draco nuzzled his cheek and spoke hoarsely, "In here, you really are the first. This is my place; no one has ever been here but you. Harry...I've never trusted any one this much before. Not like this...not like you. I want this forever. Especially what you just did to me, do you realize I come 'inside' sometimes when you make love to me?"

"Is that what that was? I felt it before and then again just now, but you didn't, you know, 'come' in a way I could see. It just felt like one. I wondered about that, but I just didn't want to ask anything...well, impolite or crude. That's weird...but cool. Is it as good as the other way?" Harry's curiosity peaked.

Draco thought a moment. "Not really better or worse, just different. Only you ever made this happen. I thought about it for a while and I think...I think it's because I love you so much. I let go of everything and let you take me as you please...because I trust you this way. When I relax just right, it happens, and I've only ever felt that safe with you. Harry, even my body knows I love you." Little tears of joy were misting in the corners of Draco's eyes. Harry leaned in and kissed him soundly.

"We have to go soon or I'll be later getting back than I can reasonably explain. I just want you to know that, even with the way this day started, it's been one of the best days of my life. We need to come here again...soon. I like it here. It feels so peaceful and calm, and I need that more than I can say. Plus this room is so nice. It's like I'm drowning in your scent. I can feel you everywhere and I love it. I love you, Draco, I can't seem to say it enough lately, but it's just good to say it. There's nothing about you I don't love."

A weird look of urgency crossed Draco's face. "Even my occasional need to flee for the bathroom after sex? 'Cause I hafta...now," he squeaked before rolling off the bed and limping exhaustedly toward the bathroom.

Harry cracked up, giggling uncontrollably, and called out to the closed door, "Yes! Even that, too! I love it all! No exceptions, baby!"

Draco sauntered out of the bathroom with an air of contentment and a sashay that was enough to make Harry growl hungrily when he watched those hips sway casually toward him. "Hey, you're the one who might be late, lover boy. Let's get our clothes back on and clean up here...if you want more, you can wait 'til we're back in our room and that's that."

Unfortunately, Draco followed his taunts with a deliberately sensual display of his ass while reaching for his briefs and trousers. What followed may well have begun as non-consensual...but only for about three seconds. Then the howls of protest ceased and were slowly replaced by howls of another kind entirely.

Maybe there'd be hell to pay for Harry when they got back, but right now it was Harry extracting payment from Draco in spades, and neither thought of clocks or time for a good while yet to come.