The Principles of Lust
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Adult ++
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3,414
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Chapter 3
Title: The Principles of Lust
Author: Tracy7307 (feedback: tracy7307@hotmail.com)
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Three snapshots of Harry and Draco\'s relationship.
Timeline: Harry and Draco are 36.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: Graphic M/M sexual relations, and fluff/romance in its purest form.
A/N: Thank you to Gwen for plopping this lovely bunny in my lap and letting me run with it. If you enjoyed this story, please say \"Thank you Gwen!\" in your feedback. Love ya, Gwen.
A/N2: The title of this story is the title of a song of the same name, by enigma. And a great song to shag to, at that ;)
A/N3: Thanks to Dorothy for supplying an awesome beta job on this whole series. You rock my world!
At thirty-six years old, Harry Potter was shaking like a leaf.
He ran his trembling hands over the silver buttons of his white formal shirt, pushing the metal discs through their respective slots. As he shrugged his shirt off of his broad shoulders, he looked at the man before him- the pale frame, now fuller with age, stretched naked across the red sheets on their bed at Grimmauld Place- the same bed where this had started eighteen years ago.
Harry studied the blonde as he reclined across the silk sheets, baring his body for Harry to see. Draco\'s legs instinctively slid open as Harry slowly unzipped his white trousers. Already the brunette was aroused from the sight of his lover spread open, cocyingying half-aroused across his snowy belly, squirming against the sheets where he sat.
So palpable, Harry thought. So incredibly real and alive.
While Harry\'s trousers slid down around his thighs, Draco\'s hands roamed across his own creamy skin, his silver gaze never leaving Harry\'s eyes. The brunette stood entranced by the elegant hands- how they traced the surface of his skin, circling and caressing, etching a new reality into Draco\'s skin. It reminded him, while he toed off his white dress shoes, of a literary term he stumbled across at Muggle university: palimpsest.
A palimpsest, Harry had learned, is a manuscript, usually parchment, that had been erased and reused in medieval times and new text was written over the old. Whereas scientists used tools such as infra-red light and digital enhancement to read centuries-old erased text that lay beneath the surface, Harry didn\'t have to do a thing when trying to dig for his lover\'s hidden layers. Draco unraveled himself in front of Harry\'s eyes over their eighteen years together.
The first layer of icy Malfoy came off when Draco was eighteen, laying shivering in Harry\'s arms, and muttered \"I think I\'m falling in love with you,\" into the night-black hair.
The second layer melted away when, at twenty-three years of age, Draco sold Malfoy Manor and moved in with Harry. \"Has a lot of old ghosts, anyway,\" the blonde had said to his lover with a grin, veiling years of childhood anguish behind his silver eyes; the unpacking of that anguish took several weeks to confess to Harry.
Another layer disappeared when Draco was twenty-eight, and thought Harry might have been cheating on him. \"You can only have this with me,\" he told his lover, while wrapped protectively around hi the the kitchen table.
Any final residue of the icy Malfoy façade extricated itself when Draco was thirty-five. In front of Hogwarts\' lake during a return visit, the blonde got down on one knee in front of Harry and held aloft a silver band. Between his fingers, a silver snake entwined around a silver lion, and Draco looked up at Harry. \"Marry me,\" he said, unblinking and confident. Harry looked at the ring, the silver of it nearly matching that of his lover\'s eyes.
As Harry took a mental photograph of this scene, his heart clenched because he realized that finally he could read Draco\'s hidden text. It only took nearly half his life to do so.
In their bedroom, roughly four hours after they exchanged vows in front of friends, Harry divested himself of his white trousers, looking at the blonde on the bed in front of him. Draco, when he was dressed, wore a pair of low-slung arse-hugging white trousers and a long-sleeved white shirt that rode up enough to show off a patch of pale stomach. Those clothes became a wad of overpriced fabric dropped next to the front door almost the moment they had stepped in the house.
Harry stood with his thighs resting against the edge of the bed. Draco crawled over to his naked husband and encircled his waist with his arms. \"Rough day at the office, darling?\" the blonde asked, tilting his head to the side.
Harry traced the graceful arch of one of Draco\'s eyebrows. \"Just the usual, my dragon. Meetings, paperwork, married the man of my dreams. Bloody mundane day, really. And how did you occupy yourself?\"
\"Same as every day, love,\" the blonde\'s fingertips drew lines from the base of his husband\'s lower back, up over his shoulder blades, down over the bumps of Harry\'s ribs before returning to his lower back, \"played housewife, wanked to gay porn, and married the love of my life.\" Draco\'s lips formed a thin grin.
\"He must be someone special to have won the elusive heart of Draco Malfoy.\" Harry, with a smile, slid his fingertips over Draco\'s forehead, clearing the long, blonde fringe from Draco\'s silver eyes.
\"Please,\" Draco added with a dramatic sigh and a roll of the eyes, \"as if I\'d be seen spending the rest of my life with anything less than the most exquisitely gorgeous creature on earth. Besides myself, that is.\" His arms tightened around Harry\'s waist.
Harry gasped and looked down at Draco with faux shock. \"Why you great, vain, poncey git!\"
\"You great, unkempt, bloody wanker!\" the blonde smiled against the skin of Harry\'s chest.
Harry climbed onto the bed and sprawled out on his back, pulling Draco halfway on top of him. \"Your great, unkempt, bloody wanker,\" his Adam\'s apple vibrated as the blonde\'s lips caressed it. He gasped as Draco\'s tongue teased the skin of his neck, tracing a crooked line downwards.
\"Fuck, Draco,\" he whispered, tossing his head to the side.
The blonde continued a crooked path down Harry\'s neck, while his palm sought and found the erection that had been pressing against his cream-coloured thigh. \"And I\'m your,\" stroke, \"great,\" stroke, \"vain,\" stroke, \"poncey,\" stroke, \"git, my love.\" Harry moaned and flexed his hips while Draco\'s hand applied more pressure.
Draco momentarily broke contact with Harry to glance upwards. He raised his hand and muttered a few words, and in response, thousands of muted lights illuminated the enchanted cathedral-arched ceiling.
As the men writhed against each other on the bed, their sheen-slicked skin reflected the light of the flitting fairies above their heads.
Harry flipped Draco onto his back, pulling back and surveying the effect of the fairies\' light on his husband\'s body. His breath caught in his throat as the blonde\'s pale skin appeared darker. As Harry stroked his lover\'s erection, closing his mouth around a nipple, he looked at the other puckered disc and noted that it had turned from its usual strawberry hue to a dark flushed rose in this light. Breathtaking, he thought, as the nipple in his mouth hardened and extended against his tongue.
As Harry\'s mouth worked further down, Draco groa the the sound vibrating under Harry\'s hand that was lying palm-flat on Draco\'s chest. The brunette began licking his husband\'s shaft while reaching for the bottle of oil at the foot of the bed, then traced an oiled finger around the darkened pink folds of skin around the hole. He felt the life beneath his hand on Draco\'s chest, the heart hammering away against his palm. One life now, Harry thought, and slid his finger into Draco\'s entrance.
As the blonde was breached by Harry\'s slickened finger, he gasped, long and open-mouthed. Draco\'s shaft fell from Harry\'s mouth as he raised his head to watch his husband coming undone. He watched Draco writhing against his thrusting finger, then added another, stretching and preparing, seeking and finding the blonde\'s prostate.
Harry had seen Draco in every state possible during their years together. He saw the blonde angry, sarcastic, loving, empathetic, desperate, depressed, exuberant, silly, sexy, and every other emotion in the spectrum- but at that moment, as he added a third finger, a new piece of art formed before his eyes.
Draco mewled and pleaded, expressions of desire and need washing over his face, a snowy creature heavind pad panting, begging and pushing. His needy white limbs changed in colour by a muted light, grasping at folds of red shimmering silk- Harry\'s senses overloaded with colour and raw emotion. He closed his eyes. No one had a hope for underdingding this sight. No one, with the possible exception of Johannes Vermeer.
Paint you, I want to paint you, to immortalize you in oil on canvas, Harry thought as he crawled up Draco\'s body. He leaned across the open chest, his body casting a shadow over his husband\'s skin, and captured the swollen pink lips in a kiss. Draco moaned into his mouth, and wrapped his legs around Harry\'s waist, pulling his hips into their natural home.
\"Please,\" he pleaded against Harry\'s lips, \"please.\"
\"Lubricus,\" Harry murmured and sank his weeping erection into the blonde. Finally buried inside him, Harry stilled. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, Draco\'s own heart hammered against Harry\'s chest, the lights above him throbbed in time, and the entire earth seemingly stopped momentarily at the beauty of it.
Harry moved inside of Draco\'s heat, fighting to keep his eyes open to look at his husband\'s face, so open and trusting. As the pressure grew inside of Harry, his thrusts became faster and more erratic, and the brunette never took his eyes off of his husband\'s face for a moment.
\"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are like this?\" Harry cupped the side of Draco\'s face with his palm, while angling his cock at Draco\'s prostate. Draco touched Harry\'s face in silent response.
\"Can you even fathom how you make me feel, Draco?\" Harry asked with a trembling voice, overcome with emotion and lust.
\"Harry,\" the blonde breathed.
Harry let the pressure in his body overtake him and began a hurried yet fluid rhythm, reaching down for Draco\'s erection, stroking him in time with his thrusts.
Harry didn\'t care at that moment that his eyes were welling with tears. He didn\'t care that he wasn\'t making the moment last, rather, choosing to give his husband pleasure as quickly as possible. He didn\'t care that Rita Skeeter had scathingly predicted to the public that their relationship would end after only three months back when they were 18, and he didn\'t care that he had just married his childhood enemy. He let the teardrops, cool on his flushed cheek, roll off his face, where they promptly landed on Dracchinchin.
\"By Merlin, Draco, you feel so good. So fucking good. You always have, my dragon,\" Harry placed gentle, baby kisses on his husband\'s forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks, \"and you always will. Going to make love to you, Draco, make you come until the day we die.\"
\"Gods, Merlin, Harry, my love,\" Drpantpanted, rocking his hips into Harry\'s fist and spilling over their bellies. The clenching of his inner muscles caused Harry to spill his essence in the blonde, Draco\'s name falling from Harry\'s lips as he came.
Harry collapsed on his husband and Draco held his legs around Harry\'s waist as long as he could, not wanting to release the intimate contact he cherished dearly.
After several moments of silence, broken only by pants and recaptured breaths, Draco asked, \"Harry?\"
\"Yes, love,\" Harry pressed a kiss to the sweat-slickened curve of the blonde\'s neck.
\"What you said about me being beautiful and all- did you mean it?\"
The brunette smiled against Draco\'s neck. \"You know I did, you vain sod.\"
Draco ran his fingers lightly through Harry\'s mussed-up hair. \"Because I think you\'re beautiful as well, Harry.\" The brunette flushed at the compliment. \"I don\'t tell you quite enough. And tonight, standing in front of me, and our friends, and God, you were radiant.\"
Harry hid his face in the crook of Draco\'s neck. \"Thank you,\" he mumbled into the blonde\'s skin, and Draco enfolded Harry in his arms.
\"I do love you, you know,\" Draco tightened his grip around Harry\'s shoulders.
Harry propped himself up on his elbows and pressed a kiss to Draco\'s lips. \"I know. And I thank Merlin every day for it. And for you. I love you, Draco.\"
Draco smiled and returned Harry\'s kiss. \"Me too, Harry. Me too.\"
-End
Author: Tracy7307 (feedback: tracy7307@hotmail.com)
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Three snapshots of Harry and Draco\'s relationship.
Timeline: Harry and Draco are 36.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: Graphic M/M sexual relations, and fluff/romance in its purest form.
A/N: Thank you to Gwen for plopping this lovely bunny in my lap and letting me run with it. If you enjoyed this story, please say \"Thank you Gwen!\" in your feedback. Love ya, Gwen.
A/N2: The title of this story is the title of a song of the same name, by enigma. And a great song to shag to, at that ;)
A/N3: Thanks to Dorothy for supplying an awesome beta job on this whole series. You rock my world!
At thirty-six years old, Harry Potter was shaking like a leaf.
He ran his trembling hands over the silver buttons of his white formal shirt, pushing the metal discs through their respective slots. As he shrugged his shirt off of his broad shoulders, he looked at the man before him- the pale frame, now fuller with age, stretched naked across the red sheets on their bed at Grimmauld Place- the same bed where this had started eighteen years ago.
Harry studied the blonde as he reclined across the silk sheets, baring his body for Harry to see. Draco\'s legs instinctively slid open as Harry slowly unzipped his white trousers. Already the brunette was aroused from the sight of his lover spread open, cocyingying half-aroused across his snowy belly, squirming against the sheets where he sat.
So palpable, Harry thought. So incredibly real and alive.
While Harry\'s trousers slid down around his thighs, Draco\'s hands roamed across his own creamy skin, his silver gaze never leaving Harry\'s eyes. The brunette stood entranced by the elegant hands- how they traced the surface of his skin, circling and caressing, etching a new reality into Draco\'s skin. It reminded him, while he toed off his white dress shoes, of a literary term he stumbled across at Muggle university: palimpsest.
A palimpsest, Harry had learned, is a manuscript, usually parchment, that had been erased and reused in medieval times and new text was written over the old. Whereas scientists used tools such as infra-red light and digital enhancement to read centuries-old erased text that lay beneath the surface, Harry didn\'t have to do a thing when trying to dig for his lover\'s hidden layers. Draco unraveled himself in front of Harry\'s eyes over their eighteen years together.
The first layer of icy Malfoy came off when Draco was eighteen, laying shivering in Harry\'s arms, and muttered \"I think I\'m falling in love with you,\" into the night-black hair.
The second layer melted away when, at twenty-three years of age, Draco sold Malfoy Manor and moved in with Harry. \"Has a lot of old ghosts, anyway,\" the blonde had said to his lover with a grin, veiling years of childhood anguish behind his silver eyes; the unpacking of that anguish took several weeks to confess to Harry.
Another layer disappeared when Draco was twenty-eight, and thought Harry might have been cheating on him. \"You can only have this with me,\" he told his lover, while wrapped protectively around hi the the kitchen table.
Any final residue of the icy Malfoy façade extricated itself when Draco was thirty-five. In front of Hogwarts\' lake during a return visit, the blonde got down on one knee in front of Harry and held aloft a silver band. Between his fingers, a silver snake entwined around a silver lion, and Draco looked up at Harry. \"Marry me,\" he said, unblinking and confident. Harry looked at the ring, the silver of it nearly matching that of his lover\'s eyes.
As Harry took a mental photograph of this scene, his heart clenched because he realized that finally he could read Draco\'s hidden text. It only took nearly half his life to do so.
In their bedroom, roughly four hours after they exchanged vows in front of friends, Harry divested himself of his white trousers, looking at the blonde on the bed in front of him. Draco, when he was dressed, wore a pair of low-slung arse-hugging white trousers and a long-sleeved white shirt that rode up enough to show off a patch of pale stomach. Those clothes became a wad of overpriced fabric dropped next to the front door almost the moment they had stepped in the house.
Harry stood with his thighs resting against the edge of the bed. Draco crawled over to his naked husband and encircled his waist with his arms. \"Rough day at the office, darling?\" the blonde asked, tilting his head to the side.
Harry traced the graceful arch of one of Draco\'s eyebrows. \"Just the usual, my dragon. Meetings, paperwork, married the man of my dreams. Bloody mundane day, really. And how did you occupy yourself?\"
\"Same as every day, love,\" the blonde\'s fingertips drew lines from the base of his husband\'s lower back, up over his shoulder blades, down over the bumps of Harry\'s ribs before returning to his lower back, \"played housewife, wanked to gay porn, and married the love of my life.\" Draco\'s lips formed a thin grin.
\"He must be someone special to have won the elusive heart of Draco Malfoy.\" Harry, with a smile, slid his fingertips over Draco\'s forehead, clearing the long, blonde fringe from Draco\'s silver eyes.
\"Please,\" Draco added with a dramatic sigh and a roll of the eyes, \"as if I\'d be seen spending the rest of my life with anything less than the most exquisitely gorgeous creature on earth. Besides myself, that is.\" His arms tightened around Harry\'s waist.
Harry gasped and looked down at Draco with faux shock. \"Why you great, vain, poncey git!\"
\"You great, unkempt, bloody wanker!\" the blonde smiled against the skin of Harry\'s chest.
Harry climbed onto the bed and sprawled out on his back, pulling Draco halfway on top of him. \"Your great, unkempt, bloody wanker,\" his Adam\'s apple vibrated as the blonde\'s lips caressed it. He gasped as Draco\'s tongue teased the skin of his neck, tracing a crooked line downwards.
\"Fuck, Draco,\" he whispered, tossing his head to the side.
The blonde continued a crooked path down Harry\'s neck, while his palm sought and found the erection that had been pressing against his cream-coloured thigh. \"And I\'m your,\" stroke, \"great,\" stroke, \"vain,\" stroke, \"poncey,\" stroke, \"git, my love.\" Harry moaned and flexed his hips while Draco\'s hand applied more pressure.
Draco momentarily broke contact with Harry to glance upwards. He raised his hand and muttered a few words, and in response, thousands of muted lights illuminated the enchanted cathedral-arched ceiling.
As the men writhed against each other on the bed, their sheen-slicked skin reflected the light of the flitting fairies above their heads.
Harry flipped Draco onto his back, pulling back and surveying the effect of the fairies\' light on his husband\'s body. His breath caught in his throat as the blonde\'s pale skin appeared darker. As Harry stroked his lover\'s erection, closing his mouth around a nipple, he looked at the other puckered disc and noted that it had turned from its usual strawberry hue to a dark flushed rose in this light. Breathtaking, he thought, as the nipple in his mouth hardened and extended against his tongue.
As Harry\'s mouth worked further down, Draco groa the the sound vibrating under Harry\'s hand that was lying palm-flat on Draco\'s chest. The brunette began licking his husband\'s shaft while reaching for the bottle of oil at the foot of the bed, then traced an oiled finger around the darkened pink folds of skin around the hole. He felt the life beneath his hand on Draco\'s chest, the heart hammering away against his palm. One life now, Harry thought, and slid his finger into Draco\'s entrance.
As the blonde was breached by Harry\'s slickened finger, he gasped, long and open-mouthed. Draco\'s shaft fell from Harry\'s mouth as he raised his head to watch his husband coming undone. He watched Draco writhing against his thrusting finger, then added another, stretching and preparing, seeking and finding the blonde\'s prostate.
Harry had seen Draco in every state possible during their years together. He saw the blonde angry, sarcastic, loving, empathetic, desperate, depressed, exuberant, silly, sexy, and every other emotion in the spectrum- but at that moment, as he added a third finger, a new piece of art formed before his eyes.
Draco mewled and pleaded, expressions of desire and need washing over his face, a snowy creature heavind pad panting, begging and pushing. His needy white limbs changed in colour by a muted light, grasping at folds of red shimmering silk- Harry\'s senses overloaded with colour and raw emotion. He closed his eyes. No one had a hope for underdingding this sight. No one, with the possible exception of Johannes Vermeer.
Paint you, I want to paint you, to immortalize you in oil on canvas, Harry thought as he crawled up Draco\'s body. He leaned across the open chest, his body casting a shadow over his husband\'s skin, and captured the swollen pink lips in a kiss. Draco moaned into his mouth, and wrapped his legs around Harry\'s waist, pulling his hips into their natural home.
\"Please,\" he pleaded against Harry\'s lips, \"please.\"
\"Lubricus,\" Harry murmured and sank his weeping erection into the blonde. Finally buried inside him, Harry stilled. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, Draco\'s own heart hammered against Harry\'s chest, the lights above him throbbed in time, and the entire earth seemingly stopped momentarily at the beauty of it.
Harry moved inside of Draco\'s heat, fighting to keep his eyes open to look at his husband\'s face, so open and trusting. As the pressure grew inside of Harry, his thrusts became faster and more erratic, and the brunette never took his eyes off of his husband\'s face for a moment.
\"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are like this?\" Harry cupped the side of Draco\'s face with his palm, while angling his cock at Draco\'s prostate. Draco touched Harry\'s face in silent response.
\"Can you even fathom how you make me feel, Draco?\" Harry asked with a trembling voice, overcome with emotion and lust.
\"Harry,\" the blonde breathed.
Harry let the pressure in his body overtake him and began a hurried yet fluid rhythm, reaching down for Draco\'s erection, stroking him in time with his thrusts.
Harry didn\'t care at that moment that his eyes were welling with tears. He didn\'t care that he wasn\'t making the moment last, rather, choosing to give his husband pleasure as quickly as possible. He didn\'t care that Rita Skeeter had scathingly predicted to the public that their relationship would end after only three months back when they were 18, and he didn\'t care that he had just married his childhood enemy. He let the teardrops, cool on his flushed cheek, roll off his face, where they promptly landed on Dracchinchin.
\"By Merlin, Draco, you feel so good. So fucking good. You always have, my dragon,\" Harry placed gentle, baby kisses on his husband\'s forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks, \"and you always will. Going to make love to you, Draco, make you come until the day we die.\"
\"Gods, Merlin, Harry, my love,\" Drpantpanted, rocking his hips into Harry\'s fist and spilling over their bellies. The clenching of his inner muscles caused Harry to spill his essence in the blonde, Draco\'s name falling from Harry\'s lips as he came.
Harry collapsed on his husband and Draco held his legs around Harry\'s waist as long as he could, not wanting to release the intimate contact he cherished dearly.
After several moments of silence, broken only by pants and recaptured breaths, Draco asked, \"Harry?\"
\"Yes, love,\" Harry pressed a kiss to the sweat-slickened curve of the blonde\'s neck.
\"What you said about me being beautiful and all- did you mean it?\"
The brunette smiled against Draco\'s neck. \"You know I did, you vain sod.\"
Draco ran his fingers lightly through Harry\'s mussed-up hair. \"Because I think you\'re beautiful as well, Harry.\" The brunette flushed at the compliment. \"I don\'t tell you quite enough. And tonight, standing in front of me, and our friends, and God, you were radiant.\"
Harry hid his face in the crook of Draco\'s neck. \"Thank you,\" he mumbled into the blonde\'s skin, and Draco enfolded Harry in his arms.
\"I do love you, you know,\" Draco tightened his grip around Harry\'s shoulders.
Harry propped himself up on his elbows and pressed a kiss to Draco\'s lips. \"I know. And I thank Merlin every day for it. And for you. I love you, Draco.\"
Draco smiled and returned Harry\'s kiss. \"Me too, Harry. Me too.\"
-End