Harry Potter and The Bound Prince (BP1)
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A Message
Chapter Number/Total: 30/37
Chapter Title: A Message
Words: 2923 Words
May 22
Draco made his way up from the dungeons to Gryffindor Tower. Prefect duties out of the way for the day, he was looking forward to some quiet time with Harry. The Fat Lady no longer challenged him but instead, had started flirting with him. He actually preferred the more hostile approach. Finally, he stepped through the portrait hole and heard laughter. Harry sat with his back to him, and Draco leaned next to the portrait hole, listening.
"All this shit going on with Voldemort and Death Eaters and all anyone can do is ask me whether or not I'm shagging Draco Malfoy," Harry said with a sigh. "You'd think they would be more interested in other things."
Ron, who was still uncomfortable with the whole thing, turned a bit red.
Hermione tsked. "It is rather stupid," she said.
"Yeah, tell me about it," Harry continued. "Romilda Vane actually asked me if it was true he had a snake tattooed across his back."
Hermione and Ron both laughed. "What did you tell her?" asked Hermione, amused.
"I told her it's a sexy dragon and that it's on his chest," Harry finished, smirking and laughing.
Draco snorted, the small sound catching the attention of the Gryffindors at the table. He was leaning against the wall shaking his head, small smile on his face and arms across his chest.
Harry looked around at the sound, still chuckling. "Hey," he said, delighted to see Draco. He held out his hand. "Come here and sit with me."
Ron and Hermione were still laughing.
Draco pushed off the wall and took Harry's hand and the chair indicated. It felt good to sit down, even better to be with Harry. "So besides being tattooed," he rolled his eyes, "what else have I missed?"
Harry shrugged. "Not much," he said, staring around at all the books littering the table. "We've been searching, but we still haven't found much of anything." He sounded let down about it.
"There's still a lot to look through though," Hermione said cheerily, obviously trying to lead Harry away from glum thoughts. Ron nodded next to her.
Draco pulled a few books from his own book bag and put them on the table. One of the books he had been reading was Harry's Potions book. He handed it back to him so he could have it for class the next day.
"Thanks," Harry muttered before trying to quickly stuff it away before Hermione could see, but she was too quick for him.
"Harry, honestly, are you still using that book?" she asked crossly.
Harry sighed. "You know I am."
She shook her head. "Well, I still don't think it's good idea for you to be using it. There's Dark Magic in it."
Harry sighed. "Hermione, you don't know if there's Dark Magic in it. The Prince was a brilliant bloke! So he might've invented a dodgy spell or two, so what?"
"He, he -- who says it's a he?"
"We've been through this," said Harry crossly. "Prince, Hermione, Prince!"
She reached into her own bag. "Look at this," she said, pulling out some old newsprint.
Harry looked at it. It was an article on some rather unattractive girl named Eileen Prince, who was captain of the Hogwarts Gobstones team.
"So?" he said.
"Prince!" Hermione said, pointing to the girl’s surname.
After Harry had tossed it aside, Draco picked up the article and read it carefully. The name sounded very familiar to him. He frowned trying to place it.
Harry sighed. "You don't really think that girl could've written in the book, do you?" Harry asked.
"Why couldn't she have?" Hermione asked, colour high on her cheeks.
"I can just tell it's not a girl," Harry said simply.
"You don't think a girl would've been clever enough!" Hermione said angrily.
"How can I think that after hanging around with you?" Harry asked, stung by Hermione's words. "I can just tell it was a bloke. I can tell."
Draco frowned and interrupted. "So why does that matter either way?"
"Because I want to know who it was!" said Hermione angrily. She turned back to Harry. "I'm going to look up more on this girl, and the first place I'll start is records of old Potions awards."
"Enjoy yourself," Harry said sarcastically.
Draco shrugged and handed her back the article. "So you object to the book because of the type of magic in it?" he asked her.
"There are spells in there that could be dangerous," Hermione said seriously. "Harry's used half of them without knowing what they did."
Ron rolled his eyes. "You just haven't got over him outperforming you in Potions," he said.
Hermione glared at him.
"You don't think I'm mad for still wanting to use the book, do you?" Harry asked Ron.
"Course not," said Ron robustly. "He was a genius, the Prince. Anyway ... without his Bezoar tip ...." He drew his finger significantly across his own throat. "I wouldn't be here to discuss it."
Draco sucked in a breath and froze. He had been about to comment on the book but now found himself wanting to change the subject. He yawned, hoping Harry would get the hint.
"Yeah, lucky that," Harry said, nodding. He looked over at Draco when he heard him yawn. "Tired?" he asked, interlacing his fingers with the hand he was still holding.
Draco nodded, squeezing Harry's hand.
Harry sighed. "Well, we're gonna go to bed," he told Ron and Hermione.
Hermione was still looking cross as she turned her eyes on him. Ron shrugged and nodded, wearing an odd-looking face like he always did when Harry said he and Draco were both going to bed.
Harry shook his head at them. "We'll look through more tomorrow; hopefully we'll find something. Night," he said, and he got to his feet and gathered his stuff up before pulling Draco up the stairs with him.
Draco sighed in relief when they were finally locked in their room. It had become a kind of sanctuary for him. He set his things down and began to undress. He winced when he went to hang his robes up and hoped Harry hadn't noticed.
Harry did notice and he frowned at Draco suspiciously as he got undressed himself. He didn't say anything though, waiting to see if Draco would.
Draco undressed a bit gingerly, trying not to show any distress, and finally slipped into bed without turning to face Harry.
Harry knew Draco wasn't going to say anything now. "What's the matter with you?" he asked with a raised eyebrow as he pulled his underwear off.
"Tired," Draco said, pulling the covers up around himself and closing his eyes.
Harry wanted to laugh at that. Was that really Draco's answer to everything? "Draco Malfoy, you answer me right now," Harry said seriously.
Draco huffed. "Tired and in pain," he said through gritted teeth.
Harry narrowed his eyes. "In pain from what?" he asked, climbing onto the bed to sit beside Draco and look down at him.
Draco didn't open his eyes. "Just a bit of trouble with some of my House," he said dismissively.
Harry's eyes narrowed further. "What the hell did they do?" he asked angrily.
Draco opened his eyes and turned his annoyed gaze upon Harry. "Just Crabbe and Goyle delivering a message. Next time I will be more careful."
"Delivering a message?" Harry spat. "What the hell's that supposed to mean?"
Draco sighed. "Just a reminder of what I am supposed to be doing."
Harry scowled. "Did they attack you or something? I'll fucking kill them." He knew it was a very rash thing to say, but he was so filled with anger in that moment that he didn't care.
"No, you won't," Draco snapped. "I will handle my own House problems."
"I'm not going to let them put their hands on you!" Harry said angrily.
Draco frowned but laid a hand on Harry's. "If you interfere, you will make things worse for me," he said quietly.
Harry stared at Draco for a moment, his eyes still filled with fury. He finally moved and huffed loudly before throwing himself onto the bed and getting angrily under the covers. "Fine," he said, "but if I see it, I'll fucking curse their pricks off."
Draco laughed and then winced again. "I won't let them catch me off guard again," he assured Harry.
Harry rolled over to face Draco. "Don't," he said seriously.
"I will do my best." Draco nodded, serious expression on his face. "Kiss me?"
Harry sighed and moved forward to do what Draco had asked.
Draco relaxed into Harry's touch, enjoying the kiss. This was what made it all worthwhile. He would do what it took to keep going, for this ... for Harry.
Harry smiled against Draco's lips and then pulled back, their noses still touching. "Now I'm going to have something else to worry about," he said quietly.
Draco arched an eyebrow. "Bloody hero complex," he muttered before kissing Harry again.
"I ... (kiss) ... can't ... (kiss) ... help it," Harry murmured, his eyes sliding shut.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, pulling Harry tight and letting his own eyelids drop closed as well.
Their snogging got pretty heated before Harry forced himself to pull away. "You're sore," he said, breathing a little heavy.
"Never stopped me before," Draco teased, his hands caressing down Harry's body.
Harry sucked in a sharp breath. "You sure?" he asked, already coming down to kiss again.
"I always want you." Draco smiled, one hand squeezing one of Harry's arse cheeks.
"Mmm," Harry let out slowly. "Who tops? You pick," he said against the skin of Draco's neck. He licked it slowly.
Wicked smile on his face, Draco chuckled. "How about if I lay here and you ride my cock?"
Harry's heart sped up and a sudden warmth flooded his belly. He chuckled. "Figures you'd want it that way," he said, continuing to lick and suck at Draco's skin.
"Feeling lazy," Draco smiled, "but I want to be inside you." One hand continued to fondle Harry's arse.
Harry smiled happily, if somewhat goofily. "As you wish," he said, sitting up and grabbing the lube from the handy bedside table. He crawled between Draco's legs and then lay back on his elbows, facing the blond. He took the lid off the jar and dipped two fingers inside. "Wanna watch?" he asked, eyes bright and directly focused on Draco's.
Draco propped himself up on his elbows so he could see better. "Yes." He grinned.
Harry smirked and flushed, not with embarrassment, but with pleasure. He trailed his oil-slicked fingers down his skin, leaving a wet trail on his stomach that shone in the candlelight. He slid them slowly along his own cock and bit his lip, eyes still focused on Draco's face. He rubbed at his entrance for a few seconds, making little gasping noises that were only for show really, although he was terribly aroused.
"Oh, yes," Draco hissed and licked his lips. His cock had been hardening while he held Harry, but now it was twitching with anticipation. His eyes greedily drank in the sight before him.
Harry smiled at Draco's reaction and spread his legs open wider. He leaned back a bit more so that Draco could see better. He slid one finger inside and arched his neck, still watching Draco from down his nose. "Mmm, look at what you do to me, Draco," he said huskily, with many accompanying gasping breaths. He moved the finger in and out a few times, his cock so hard it hurt. "I touch myself all the time thinking about you."
Draco groaned, feeling like his eyes would roll back in his head if he didn't concentrate on watching. "You are a tease," he chided. "Fuck me, please."
Harry chuckled, pushing in another finger. He moved them both in and out a bit. "I can't wait to be stretched around you," he said, ignoring Draco's pleading.
"I can't either," Draco complained, loving the view, but aching to be inside Harry.
Harry smiled again and bit his lip. He hooked his fingers to find his own prostate and really did cry out. "Fuck," he cursed, his eyes sliding closed. He added another finger, eager for Draco's cock now. "God, I'm gonna ride you so fucking hard," he said, meaning every word of it.
"Now, Harry, now," Draco cried out, feeling like he was going to come just watching Harry.
Harry withdrew his fingers and scrambled for the lube again. He slicked his hand and pumped Draco's cock a few times before getting on top of him and crouching strangely over him, holding Draco's cock at his entrance.
Draco was trembling with need by the time Harry touched him and climbed on top. "Oh, Merlin, yes," he begged. "Harry, please."
Harry closed his eyes and held himself steady. He began sinking slowly onto Draco, a low keening sound coming from deep in his throat until it left him in a loud gasping breath.
Draco fell back on the bed when Harry sank onto his cock. His hands grasped the bed covers, and he was gasping with the effort to hold still and let Harry do this.
Once Harry was fully seated he just sat there for a moment, his head thrown back, breathing heavily. He'd never felt so full. No other time Draco had fucked him had he ever gone so deep. Once he finally felt he could think enough to move, he slowly raised his hips just a tad before sitting fully on Draco again, whimpering with pleasure.
"Oh, Gods, Harry!" Draco thrashed his head in an effort to move something. "So deep, so tight!"
Harry's head fell forward and then rolled a bit on his neck. He moved his hips again, sort of rotating them instead of moving them up. He gasped again. He made a strangled noise and rose up. Draco felt so fucking good inside him. He felt like he could feel him throbbing, although he was probably just feeling himself. "Fuck me, Draco," he said, voice low and almost a growling sound.
Draco grabbed Harry's thighs and began thrusting up into him. "Yes, oh, yes," he was moaning as he thrashed his head.
"Oh, fuck, Draco!" Harry cried pushing down against him in an attempt to make him go even deeper. His cock dripped a long sticky, wet mess down onto Draco's stomach. Why hadn't they tried this sooner? Oh ... they had ... but why hadn't they tried this with Harry sooner? He wanted to stay like that on top of Draco forever.
"So fantastic, so beautiful," Draco gasped, arching his back, regardless of the pain from his earlier problem. He slid his right hand up Harry's thigh and wrapped long fingers around his cock.
Harry cried out loudly in absolute ecstasy. "Oh, fuck yes, fuck yes, please," he moaned. He fell forward a bit to brace himself with his hands on Draco's stomach, still thrusting down against him and trying to thrust into his hand. There was no way in hell he was going to be able to keep up much longer, and it had only been a few minutes. He groaned at the thought of coming, not wanting to yet.
Draco was moaning loudly, he fingers fisting Harry in time with his thrusts. "Yes, yes," he repeated, his blond hair nearly obscuring his face as he tossed his head.
Harry smiled hugely, his mouth open and his neck and back arching so far he swore he almost snapped his spine. He came hard, shouting Draco's name at the top of his lungs. His shout turned into a long moan, and his eyes even rolled.
Draco was lost in the energy and feel of Harry around and atop him. When Harry came, the feel of him clenching around Draco's cock, his seed and magic spilling over him, brought the blond to completion as well, arching into him. There were no words for the feeling, and he couldn't have told you if he'd said anything. It was pure delight and he hung on to it.
It was one of the most intense orgasms Harry had ever experienced. It started from what seemed to be the centre of his body and reached every nerve he possessed. He felt boneless and he didn't even know how he was still sitting up.
Draco felt warm to the centre of himself. He laid breathing in gasps, his eyes closed and his entire body shuddering with waves of pleasure.
Harry couldn't stay upright any longer. He slipped sideways and lay face down, his head turned in Draco's direction.
Draco gasped again as Harry moved but was too happy to move himself. He turned his head to face Harry. "I love you," he whispered.
Harry's eyes fluttered open and closed a few times, his breathing very slowly returning to normal. "It just gets better and better," he said with a happy sigh, his fringe splayed over his eyes.
Draco would have nodded, but that would have required he move. He smiled dreamily at his lover. "Yes," he said quietly.
Harry smiled too. "Oh, I love you, too," he said, and it was proof of how great the sex had been that it had taken him that long to realise that Draco had said it. He laughed at himself.
Draco just smiled back. He looked at Harry's face and thought there could be nothing more beautiful. He would do anything for Harry, anything.
Chapter Title: A Message
Words: 2923 Words
May 22
Draco made his way up from the dungeons to Gryffindor Tower. Prefect duties out of the way for the day, he was looking forward to some quiet time with Harry. The Fat Lady no longer challenged him but instead, had started flirting with him. He actually preferred the more hostile approach. Finally, he stepped through the portrait hole and heard laughter. Harry sat with his back to him, and Draco leaned next to the portrait hole, listening.
"All this shit going on with Voldemort and Death Eaters and all anyone can do is ask me whether or not I'm shagging Draco Malfoy," Harry said with a sigh. "You'd think they would be more interested in other things."
Ron, who was still uncomfortable with the whole thing, turned a bit red.
Hermione tsked. "It is rather stupid," she said.
"Yeah, tell me about it," Harry continued. "Romilda Vane actually asked me if it was true he had a snake tattooed across his back."
Hermione and Ron both laughed. "What did you tell her?" asked Hermione, amused.
"I told her it's a sexy dragon and that it's on his chest," Harry finished, smirking and laughing.
Draco snorted, the small sound catching the attention of the Gryffindors at the table. He was leaning against the wall shaking his head, small smile on his face and arms across his chest.
Harry looked around at the sound, still chuckling. "Hey," he said, delighted to see Draco. He held out his hand. "Come here and sit with me."
Ron and Hermione were still laughing.
Draco pushed off the wall and took Harry's hand and the chair indicated. It felt good to sit down, even better to be with Harry. "So besides being tattooed," he rolled his eyes, "what else have I missed?"
Harry shrugged. "Not much," he said, staring around at all the books littering the table. "We've been searching, but we still haven't found much of anything." He sounded let down about it.
"There's still a lot to look through though," Hermione said cheerily, obviously trying to lead Harry away from glum thoughts. Ron nodded next to her.
Draco pulled a few books from his own book bag and put them on the table. One of the books he had been reading was Harry's Potions book. He handed it back to him so he could have it for class the next day.
"Thanks," Harry muttered before trying to quickly stuff it away before Hermione could see, but she was too quick for him.
"Harry, honestly, are you still using that book?" she asked crossly.
Harry sighed. "You know I am."
She shook her head. "Well, I still don't think it's good idea for you to be using it. There's Dark Magic in it."
Harry sighed. "Hermione, you don't know if there's Dark Magic in it. The Prince was a brilliant bloke! So he might've invented a dodgy spell or two, so what?"
"He, he -- who says it's a he?"
"We've been through this," said Harry crossly. "Prince, Hermione, Prince!"
She reached into her own bag. "Look at this," she said, pulling out some old newsprint.
Harry looked at it. It was an article on some rather unattractive girl named Eileen Prince, who was captain of the Hogwarts Gobstones team.
"So?" he said.
"Prince!" Hermione said, pointing to the girl’s surname.
After Harry had tossed it aside, Draco picked up the article and read it carefully. The name sounded very familiar to him. He frowned trying to place it.
Harry sighed. "You don't really think that girl could've written in the book, do you?" Harry asked.
"Why couldn't she have?" Hermione asked, colour high on her cheeks.
"I can just tell it's not a girl," Harry said simply.
"You don't think a girl would've been clever enough!" Hermione said angrily.
"How can I think that after hanging around with you?" Harry asked, stung by Hermione's words. "I can just tell it was a bloke. I can tell."
Draco frowned and interrupted. "So why does that matter either way?"
"Because I want to know who it was!" said Hermione angrily. She turned back to Harry. "I'm going to look up more on this girl, and the first place I'll start is records of old Potions awards."
"Enjoy yourself," Harry said sarcastically.
Draco shrugged and handed her back the article. "So you object to the book because of the type of magic in it?" he asked her.
"There are spells in there that could be dangerous," Hermione said seriously. "Harry's used half of them without knowing what they did."
Ron rolled his eyes. "You just haven't got over him outperforming you in Potions," he said.
Hermione glared at him.
"You don't think I'm mad for still wanting to use the book, do you?" Harry asked Ron.
"Course not," said Ron robustly. "He was a genius, the Prince. Anyway ... without his Bezoar tip ...." He drew his finger significantly across his own throat. "I wouldn't be here to discuss it."
Draco sucked in a breath and froze. He had been about to comment on the book but now found himself wanting to change the subject. He yawned, hoping Harry would get the hint.
"Yeah, lucky that," Harry said, nodding. He looked over at Draco when he heard him yawn. "Tired?" he asked, interlacing his fingers with the hand he was still holding.
Draco nodded, squeezing Harry's hand.
Harry sighed. "Well, we're gonna go to bed," he told Ron and Hermione.
Hermione was still looking cross as she turned her eyes on him. Ron shrugged and nodded, wearing an odd-looking face like he always did when Harry said he and Draco were both going to bed.
Harry shook his head at them. "We'll look through more tomorrow; hopefully we'll find something. Night," he said, and he got to his feet and gathered his stuff up before pulling Draco up the stairs with him.
Draco sighed in relief when they were finally locked in their room. It had become a kind of sanctuary for him. He set his things down and began to undress. He winced when he went to hang his robes up and hoped Harry hadn't noticed.
Harry did notice and he frowned at Draco suspiciously as he got undressed himself. He didn't say anything though, waiting to see if Draco would.
Draco undressed a bit gingerly, trying not to show any distress, and finally slipped into bed without turning to face Harry.
Harry knew Draco wasn't going to say anything now. "What's the matter with you?" he asked with a raised eyebrow as he pulled his underwear off.
"Tired," Draco said, pulling the covers up around himself and closing his eyes.
Harry wanted to laugh at that. Was that really Draco's answer to everything? "Draco Malfoy, you answer me right now," Harry said seriously.
Draco huffed. "Tired and in pain," he said through gritted teeth.
Harry narrowed his eyes. "In pain from what?" he asked, climbing onto the bed to sit beside Draco and look down at him.
Draco didn't open his eyes. "Just a bit of trouble with some of my House," he said dismissively.
Harry's eyes narrowed further. "What the hell did they do?" he asked angrily.
Draco opened his eyes and turned his annoyed gaze upon Harry. "Just Crabbe and Goyle delivering a message. Next time I will be more careful."
"Delivering a message?" Harry spat. "What the hell's that supposed to mean?"
Draco sighed. "Just a reminder of what I am supposed to be doing."
Harry scowled. "Did they attack you or something? I'll fucking kill them." He knew it was a very rash thing to say, but he was so filled with anger in that moment that he didn't care.
"No, you won't," Draco snapped. "I will handle my own House problems."
"I'm not going to let them put their hands on you!" Harry said angrily.
Draco frowned but laid a hand on Harry's. "If you interfere, you will make things worse for me," he said quietly.
Harry stared at Draco for a moment, his eyes still filled with fury. He finally moved and huffed loudly before throwing himself onto the bed and getting angrily under the covers. "Fine," he said, "but if I see it, I'll fucking curse their pricks off."
Draco laughed and then winced again. "I won't let them catch me off guard again," he assured Harry.
Harry rolled over to face Draco. "Don't," he said seriously.
"I will do my best." Draco nodded, serious expression on his face. "Kiss me?"
Harry sighed and moved forward to do what Draco had asked.
Draco relaxed into Harry's touch, enjoying the kiss. This was what made it all worthwhile. He would do what it took to keep going, for this ... for Harry.
Harry smiled against Draco's lips and then pulled back, their noses still touching. "Now I'm going to have something else to worry about," he said quietly.
Draco arched an eyebrow. "Bloody hero complex," he muttered before kissing Harry again.
"I ... (kiss) ... can't ... (kiss) ... help it," Harry murmured, his eyes sliding shut.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, pulling Harry tight and letting his own eyelids drop closed as well.
Their snogging got pretty heated before Harry forced himself to pull away. "You're sore," he said, breathing a little heavy.
"Never stopped me before," Draco teased, his hands caressing down Harry's body.
Harry sucked in a sharp breath. "You sure?" he asked, already coming down to kiss again.
"I always want you." Draco smiled, one hand squeezing one of Harry's arse cheeks.
"Mmm," Harry let out slowly. "Who tops? You pick," he said against the skin of Draco's neck. He licked it slowly.
Wicked smile on his face, Draco chuckled. "How about if I lay here and you ride my cock?"
Harry's heart sped up and a sudden warmth flooded his belly. He chuckled. "Figures you'd want it that way," he said, continuing to lick and suck at Draco's skin.
"Feeling lazy," Draco smiled, "but I want to be inside you." One hand continued to fondle Harry's arse.
Harry smiled happily, if somewhat goofily. "As you wish," he said, sitting up and grabbing the lube from the handy bedside table. He crawled between Draco's legs and then lay back on his elbows, facing the blond. He took the lid off the jar and dipped two fingers inside. "Wanna watch?" he asked, eyes bright and directly focused on Draco's.
Draco propped himself up on his elbows so he could see better. "Yes." He grinned.
Harry smirked and flushed, not with embarrassment, but with pleasure. He trailed his oil-slicked fingers down his skin, leaving a wet trail on his stomach that shone in the candlelight. He slid them slowly along his own cock and bit his lip, eyes still focused on Draco's face. He rubbed at his entrance for a few seconds, making little gasping noises that were only for show really, although he was terribly aroused.
"Oh, yes," Draco hissed and licked his lips. His cock had been hardening while he held Harry, but now it was twitching with anticipation. His eyes greedily drank in the sight before him.
Harry smiled at Draco's reaction and spread his legs open wider. He leaned back a bit more so that Draco could see better. He slid one finger inside and arched his neck, still watching Draco from down his nose. "Mmm, look at what you do to me, Draco," he said huskily, with many accompanying gasping breaths. He moved the finger in and out a few times, his cock so hard it hurt. "I touch myself all the time thinking about you."
Draco groaned, feeling like his eyes would roll back in his head if he didn't concentrate on watching. "You are a tease," he chided. "Fuck me, please."
Harry chuckled, pushing in another finger. He moved them both in and out a bit. "I can't wait to be stretched around you," he said, ignoring Draco's pleading.
"I can't either," Draco complained, loving the view, but aching to be inside Harry.
Harry smiled again and bit his lip. He hooked his fingers to find his own prostate and really did cry out. "Fuck," he cursed, his eyes sliding closed. He added another finger, eager for Draco's cock now. "God, I'm gonna ride you so fucking hard," he said, meaning every word of it.
"Now, Harry, now," Draco cried out, feeling like he was going to come just watching Harry.
Harry withdrew his fingers and scrambled for the lube again. He slicked his hand and pumped Draco's cock a few times before getting on top of him and crouching strangely over him, holding Draco's cock at his entrance.
Draco was trembling with need by the time Harry touched him and climbed on top. "Oh, Merlin, yes," he begged. "Harry, please."
Harry closed his eyes and held himself steady. He began sinking slowly onto Draco, a low keening sound coming from deep in his throat until it left him in a loud gasping breath.
Draco fell back on the bed when Harry sank onto his cock. His hands grasped the bed covers, and he was gasping with the effort to hold still and let Harry do this.
Once Harry was fully seated he just sat there for a moment, his head thrown back, breathing heavily. He'd never felt so full. No other time Draco had fucked him had he ever gone so deep. Once he finally felt he could think enough to move, he slowly raised his hips just a tad before sitting fully on Draco again, whimpering with pleasure.
"Oh, Gods, Harry!" Draco thrashed his head in an effort to move something. "So deep, so tight!"
Harry's head fell forward and then rolled a bit on his neck. He moved his hips again, sort of rotating them instead of moving them up. He gasped again. He made a strangled noise and rose up. Draco felt so fucking good inside him. He felt like he could feel him throbbing, although he was probably just feeling himself. "Fuck me, Draco," he said, voice low and almost a growling sound.
Draco grabbed Harry's thighs and began thrusting up into him. "Yes, oh, yes," he was moaning as he thrashed his head.
"Oh, fuck, Draco!" Harry cried pushing down against him in an attempt to make him go even deeper. His cock dripped a long sticky, wet mess down onto Draco's stomach. Why hadn't they tried this sooner? Oh ... they had ... but why hadn't they tried this with Harry sooner? He wanted to stay like that on top of Draco forever.
"So fantastic, so beautiful," Draco gasped, arching his back, regardless of the pain from his earlier problem. He slid his right hand up Harry's thigh and wrapped long fingers around his cock.
Harry cried out loudly in absolute ecstasy. "Oh, fuck yes, fuck yes, please," he moaned. He fell forward a bit to brace himself with his hands on Draco's stomach, still thrusting down against him and trying to thrust into his hand. There was no way in hell he was going to be able to keep up much longer, and it had only been a few minutes. He groaned at the thought of coming, not wanting to yet.
Draco was moaning loudly, he fingers fisting Harry in time with his thrusts. "Yes, yes," he repeated, his blond hair nearly obscuring his face as he tossed his head.
Harry smiled hugely, his mouth open and his neck and back arching so far he swore he almost snapped his spine. He came hard, shouting Draco's name at the top of his lungs. His shout turned into a long moan, and his eyes even rolled.
Draco was lost in the energy and feel of Harry around and atop him. When Harry came, the feel of him clenching around Draco's cock, his seed and magic spilling over him, brought the blond to completion as well, arching into him. There were no words for the feeling, and he couldn't have told you if he'd said anything. It was pure delight and he hung on to it.
It was one of the most intense orgasms Harry had ever experienced. It started from what seemed to be the centre of his body and reached every nerve he possessed. He felt boneless and he didn't even know how he was still sitting up.
Draco felt warm to the centre of himself. He laid breathing in gasps, his eyes closed and his entire body shuddering with waves of pleasure.
Harry couldn't stay upright any longer. He slipped sideways and lay face down, his head turned in Draco's direction.
Draco gasped again as Harry moved but was too happy to move himself. He turned his head to face Harry. "I love you," he whispered.
Harry's eyes fluttered open and closed a few times, his breathing very slowly returning to normal. "It just gets better and better," he said with a happy sigh, his fringe splayed over his eyes.
Draco would have nodded, but that would have required he move. He smiled dreamily at his lover. "Yes," he said quietly.
Harry smiled too. "Oh, I love you, too," he said, and it was proof of how great the sex had been that it had taken him that long to realise that Draco had said it. He laughed at himself.
Draco just smiled back. He looked at Harry's face and thought there could be nothing more beautiful. He would do anything for Harry, anything.