Entwined lives

Chapter three: Animal Instinct

Harry and Draco danced their way through the day, not daring to touch each other for fear of where the slightest of hand brushes would lead them. They were so preocupied with each other that they didn't notice the way Avril had noiced them and was keeping Ron occupied. She spent the day flirting with him and talking to him. The surprising thing was, she was attraced to this young redhead. He was shy and held a lot back from her, but she could tell by the way he stammered and the way he smiled when she touched his arm to get his attention or when she jokingly called him stud that he felt something for her.

Day passed and night fell, Avril using the oportunity that half past ten brought : fake sleep. She excused herself from the room and flirtatoiusly gave Ron a look of lust to make him follow her and leave Harry to sneak Draco into his bedroom. Ron however hung around the living room until Draco said he was tired and went to bed. Then Ron crawled into bed to find a hot-blooded Avril waiting naked under his blue sheets.

Harry lay there hours after his companions had gone to bed staring up at his ceiling. He was so frustrated it was unbelievable. He tossed and turned, his sheets twisting around him. He gave up on sleep and decided to make a start on the deknomeing the garden that he and Ron had planned for tomorrow. He got up from his bed and pulled on a t-shirt over his sweatpants. He sighed and yanked open the door to find Draco there with his fist raised to knock on the door. Draco opened his mouth to try and explain to Harry why it took him till two am to come to his room. But Draco never got the chance to say anything.

Harry grabbed Draco by the neck and pulled him inside, closing the door and pinning Draco to it. He pulled Draco's wand from his pocket and incanted a few silencing charms on the room and a locking charm on the door. Draco took his wand and threw it onto the floor, giving Harry a look to let him know he was sorry for being late. Harry latched onto Draco's lips with a force that pushed Draco's head back against the door with a thud. Their hands moved to each other and Draco was forced to be still as Harry ripped open his shirt, buttons skittering across the floor like marbles. Draco bit down on Harry's bottom lip as Harry ripped Draco's shirt off his shoulders, his hands moving instantly to Draco's jeans as a small amount of blood bubled to Draco's lip where his companions teeth had punctured the surface. Harry unbuckled Draco's belt and whipped it from the jeans. He hastily pulled open Draco's jeans, Draco's pale skin glinting in the moonlight filtering in through the open window. Harry trailed kisses down Draco's torso as he moved Draco's jeans down his legs, catching at his skin in his haste to undress him. He left the jeans in a heap at his feet and returned to Draco's lips, crimson with the blood that had been spread by their kisses. Draco regained the use of his hands and janked Harry's t-shirt roughly up and over his head, his fingernails catching the scar acoss Harry's chest, making Harry wince and suck in air through gritted teeth. Draco stopped and looked at Harry's chest where his nail had caught the raised ridge of skin. A small trail of blood was starting to trickle past the edge of the scar. Draco kissed Harry on the lips and then bowed his head and licked the small drop of blood from Harry's chest. Draco's lips travelled to the left of Harry's scar and bit down ferocoiusly on Harry's left nipple, Harry's nipple hardening instantaneously at the sharp contours of his lovers teeth. Draco nibbled and suckled until Harry's fingers gripped painfully at Draco's back, his nails digging in and forcing blood to the surface of his mates skin. Harry gasped as Draco moved to the other nipple, his teeth sliding smoothly against the silver ring through the nipple as his hands worked to pull down Harry's creased sweatpants. They landed in a heap around Harry's ankles. Then all hell broke loose.

Their hands encircled each other and pulled at each other, their skin marked with red lines where their nails had dug into the skin. For Draco it was an explosion of eight months of celibacy. For Harry, it was an expression of the unrecognised sexual desire for Draco he hadn't recognised until eighteen hours ago. Their legs found the strength to move and they stepped away from the door and their items of clothing. Draco moved Harry backwards, their bodies pressed flushed against each other as Harry's nails left red ridges on the back of Draco's neck and his shoulders. He backed them up to the dresser and Harry was forced against it, the contents of its top spilling onto thge floor as the glass of the mirror shattered against the force of Harry being pushed against it. Their toungues pushed against each other waging a war to possess each other. Draco's hands moved down and he let his hand brush against Harry's cock, his lover moaning into Draco's mouth. Draco pulled Harry away from the dresser and backed him to the bed. He forced Harry down onto the bed and onto his stomach. Draco climbed on top of him, his knees straddling Harry's thighs as he craned down and bit the back of Harry's neck. Draco moved down his lovers body, his tongue darting in and out of his mouth along Harry's spine. He reached the base of his spine and moved back up, licking the whole spine on his ascent. He repeated this three times more, Harry, getting hotter and more frisky by the second. At the end of the fifth turn over Harry's spine Draco didn't return to the top to repeat his performance again. Instead he carried on lower and lower. Harry froze, is mind working overtime to try and figure out what came next. Then he gasped and smiled and moaned as Draco rimmed him. Again and again Draco passed over Harry's entrance, his skilled tongue making Harry harder and harder.

Draco's mouth was suddenly withdrawn and Harry felt the shock of dissapointment as Draco scooped down and grabbed his wand. He transfigured a tube of lube out of thin air and Harry made to roll over. But Draco moved faster. He coated his fingers in the lube and began to encircle Harry's opening. He put his other hand on Harry's lower back and made him lie down once more. Harry could put up little fight. Draco continued to circle slowly, his fingers sliding over the sensitive skin beneeth them. Harry shifted and moaned, his companion pressing a little too gently for his liking. "Harder" he breathed and Draco rolled Harry roughly onto his back. He continued to caress, applying more pressure than he would have personally enjoyed but this was Harry's night. His fingers continued to move as he took Harry's hard cock into his mouth, his tongue stroking, tickling the sensitive skin with his tongue piercing whilst he sucked hard, taking more and more of Harry into his mouth. He licked Harry's slit as he penetrated Harry slowly with a finger. Harry's hips moved in the newness of the sensation and he relaxed as Draco slid his finger in and out, slowly. But at the addition of another finger Harry hissed at the stretching down below. Draco had stopped sucking Harry and now focused his whole attention on Harry. Harry cried out in pain at the addition of a third finger, hissing in through clenched teeth at the burning he felt. Draco removed his hand and smoothed more lube onto his fingers. He slid his fingers back into Harry and Harry groaned in pain and pleasure at the feel of Draco gliding his fingers back and forth. Draco moved up and snatched up Harry's bottom lip between his teeth. He bit down and drew blood, his teeth then relaxing and their mouths pulling at each other. His fingers retreated from Harry's entrance and were replaced by Draco's cock.

He began to slide in slowly, taking time and care not to hurt Harry as he bit and licked at Harry's neck and shoulders. But care was not what Harry wanted. He reached down and seized Draco's ass, pulling him roughly into him as he cried out at the stinging having Draco in him brought. He tilted his head up and kissed Draco savagely. Draco hoisted himself up onto his arms, poised above Harry. He looked down at him and realised he hadn't really considered the possibility that Harry would be so dominant and want it rough in the bedroom. Harry swayed his pelvis. Draco realised he had stopped moving and began to give Harry what he wanted. He moved back and forth, ploughing into Harry, his force increasing with every powerful thrust. Harry's hips moved in rhythm with Draco's, his fingernails digging into Draco's firm , tight ass. Draco moaned above Harry as Harry gasped at the pleasure he was being given. They carried on, spiraling higer and higher until they were sure that the world was about to end if they let go of each other. They were sure in those mere moments that seemed to stretch out into eternity that the world beyond their bed had slipped away into oblivion. Draco felt Harry squeeze tighter and tighter around his cock and knew that none of the fantasies he had ever had about this could ever have possibly prepared him for the spiraling dizzying heights that Harry's supple youthful Seekers body was giving him now. He felt himself tightening, ready for release. Harry watched as Draco's face tightened as they soared far above the past, present and future. They didn't know who came first or who cried out the loudest. All they knew, was that they could never go back to what they had been to each other 24 hours ago.

Draco collapsed onto Harry's chest breathing so hard he may have just spent the last year under water. They lay there entwined, sweating and panting. Draco feebly lifted his head from where it lay in the crook of Harry's neck. He looked at Harry and his mate took his lips in his own. This kiss was slow, gentle and pure exhaustion. They fell asleep in the midday sunlight mere minutes after they came, sweaty and Draco still inside of Harry.

When Ron emerged from his bedroom, pissed at the realisation daybreak had brought, Harry and Draco would have been glad of the locking charm on the door. That is if Hermione hadn't taught Ron the unlocking charm in their first year at Hogwarts.