A Love So Belated
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Adult ++
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Chapter 38: They Have No Idea
Chapter Number/Total: 38/44
Chapter Title: They Have No Idea
Words: 2421 Words
How he could go from distraught to aroused when Harry touched him was amazing. Draco felt like he was starving and Harry was the only food he could eat. He smiled at his own metaphor.
"Good," Harry said again, whispering. He kissed over Draco's face, and then moved back to his mouth.
Draco moaned into the kiss this time. He was regretting having actually gotten dressed now as his trousers felt increasingly too tight.
Harry moved his tongue over Draco's lips and then slid it past them, his own trousers feeling a little snug as well.
Draco's hands were tugging up Harry's shirt before he even realised it. He gasped as his fingers made contact with skin, sliding up Harry's back.
Harry pulled back enough for the shirt to be lifted over his head, but then moved back to Draco's mouth, his fingers pulling at clothing as well.
Draco dropped the shirt on the floor, fingers caressing over Harry's skin as the man fought with the buttons of Draco's shirt. Draco had a thought then about finding an easier way to remove shirts.
As soon as Draco's shirt was open, Harry pulled it away from his arms and threw it. His hands slid down Draco's chest and he began fumbling with the buttons of Draco's trousers, even though there was no way he would be able to remove them while still sitting in in his lap.
Draco had to swallow before he could speak and even then it came out a bit breathy. "Stand up," he told his lover.
Harry did so shakily and a little reluctantly, not wanting to break contact with Draco's skin.
Draco reached up and unbuttoned Harry's jeans, slowly drawing the zipper down as he looked up at him.
Harry licked his lips, watching Draco's hand, and then let his eyes move back to Draco's face.
Draco peeled back the fabric, hooking his fingers into the waistband of the shorts and jeans and began pulling them down. His gaze flicked from Harry's face to the cock that was now exposed.
Harry's cock twitched and his breathing hitched. He licked his lips again, reaching back to lean his weight against the table with both arms.
Draco had intended on removing the jeans but they only made it as far as Harry's knees before he found his hands sliding back up the man's thighs. Smiling, Draco licked his lips before bringing them to slide over the head of Harry's cock.
Harry gasped quietly, laying a hand on the back of Draco's head again. "I should do you," he whispered breathlessly, watching him.
"Mmhmm," Draco agreed, sucking and licking the crown. He slid one hand back to squeeze Harry's arse while he used the other to wrap fingers around the man's shaft.
Harry gasped again, his eyelids fluttering. "I can't if you don’t - mmm - stop," he managed to get out.
Draco's eyes were dark as he looked up at his lover, still swirling his tongue. He waggled his eyebrows just before releasing his cock with a pop. He gave Harry another stroke before pulling back and getting to his feet to remove his own trousers.
Harry released a shaky breath, watching Draco's trousers come down. He stared at him in lustful awe for a few seconds and then kicked his own trousers the rest of the way off. "Come on," he said, reaching for Draco's hand.
Draco glanced at the pile of letters on the table and arched an eyebrow. He took his lover's hand.
Harry pulled Draco forward and against himself, one hand moving to the back of his neck and the other holding him firmly right above the swell of his arse.
Draco smirked. "Lie back," he whispered huskily.
An answering slow smirk slid across Harry's face as he looked over his shoulder at the letters still spread out on the table. He looked back at Draco, quirking an eyebrow as he raised himself up and then lowered himself down against the scattered parchment.
Draco leaned forward, helping Harry lie back on the letters. He reached his hands down to grasp Harry's hips and pulled him to the edge of the table, before lifting his lover's legs up so that they rested over his shoulders.
Harry let out a low groan, his cock hard against his own belly. His eyes didn't leave Draco's face and there was still a bit of a smirk on his parted lips.
"All these," Draco said gesturing to the letters. "They have no idea what you mean to me. What I feel when I think about you or look at you, let alone what it feels like to make love with you."
"They don't," Harry agreed, his heart giving an odd little flutter. "They have no idea."
Draco Summoned his wand and then Summoned the jar of lube they had stashed in a drawer. He never took his eyes off Harry, smiling at him. "I am going to show you what I think of all those people's letters," he said, smirking as he dipped his fingers into the oil.
Harry wet his lips, tightening his legs over Draco's shoulders. "Fuck, yes, baby," he said, gripping some of the letters in his fists as there wasn't anything else to hold on to.
Draco held his lover's legs with one hand and then reached down to slide slick fingers into the crevice of his lover's arse. "I'm going to fuck you, baby," he growled.
Harry took in air through his teeth. "Fuck me over all these fucking bullshit letters," he said breathlessly.
"Fuck, yes," Draco agreed, working his fingers into this lover's body. "They don't matter to me. You matter."
Harry groaned, tossing his head to the side and back. "Only you," he said lowly.
"You want this son of a Death Eater?" Draco asked as he slid his fingers out and pressed the head of his cock against his lover's entrance.
"Yes," Harry groaned. "More than anyone."
Draco's attention was focused on Harry's face, the way the other man looked at him. "I am yours," he said as he sank his cock into him.
Harry looked up at Draco with eyes full of awe, showing even through the lust. "Mine," he said, the word sounding more like a question.
"Yes, yours," Draco said, shivering with both desire and the magnitude of what he was saying. "My father may disown me. I would rather that than lose you."
Harry was nearly speechless. Draco was willing to give up his family, his money, his home, his inheritance - just to be with him? It was ... so much to give up. "Draco," he whispered, but then he didn't even know what to say.
Draco held his gaze, showing Harry how much he meant it, but gasping a bit as he felt Harry's body clench around his cock as he pressed into him.
Harry gasped as well, letting his head fall back completely but still looking at Draco. He pulled himself up on the cock inside him. "I love you," he whispered. "I - I would give up everything if it meant you'd stay with me forever." He knew as he said it that it was true, even if he hadn't thought about it before that moment.
Draco gripped Harry's thighs, beginning to rock in and out of him. "Yes, I love you," he said, forcing himself to keep his eyes open. "I don't care what anyone says, even my father. I am yours and I want to be beside you."
Harry groaned, his eyes barely open as he moved with Draco. "Beside you," he gasped. "Yours."
The blond moved faster, his cock sliding in and out of his lover's body. The sound of his skin slapping against Harry's was loud. The table creaked with the movement and letters began to slide off on all sides.
Harry cried out in pleasure, reaching a hand down to wrap it around his shaft. He pulled in time with Draco's thrusts, leaking pre-come onto his stomach.
"Yes, oh, yes!" Draco cried out, slamming into his lover's body now, the parchment scattering.
"Fuck! Baby, fuck!" Harry yelped, raising himself up once more before he was coming, muscles tensing as his body flooded with heat.
Draco loved the look on Harry's face when he came like that. He watched the man's seed cover his belly and chest. Several hard thrusts after and Draco threw his head back, making growling sounds as he filled his lover with his own.
Harry groaned, squeezing his arse around Draco as he watched him come. He was still panting himself. "Yes. Want your come inside me," he whispered, reaching to press a hand flat to Draco's chest.
Draco held onto Harry's thighs and bent forward, helping his lover wrap his legs around his waist. "Kiss me," he whispered.
Harry lifted his head to meet Draco's lips with his own, tongue gently touching. He let out a quiet sound, his hand moving into blond hair.
Draco pressed his lips to Harry's, his mouth opening and his tongue sliding into his lover's.
Harry made another sound, a low and quiet moan. He stroked Draco's tongue with his own and sucked lightly. His fingers moved softly over scarred skin, tracing the raised marks.
Draco trembled as Harry touched him, arms braced on either side of his lover as he continued the kiss.
Harry made no move to break the kiss either. He breathed quietly through his nose as his hands continued to explore soft hair and warm skin.
Draco's skin was always sensitive, but even more just after coming like that. He gasped into his lover's mouth, delighting in the feeling of his touch. Harry wanted him. It was a miracle and he felt it made everything worthwhile.
Harry was content to lie on the kitchen table all day with Draco if he could, even if he lost all feeling in his backside. "I love you," he said very quietly, only briefly parting from Draco's mouth.
Draco pulled back enough to look into Harry's eyes. He reached a hand to stroke the hair from his lover's face and smiled. "I love you," he answered. "I don't want to be a burden to you but I wouldn't give you up for anything or anyone."
"Burden?" Harry repeated, raising an eyebrow. "You? Don't be ridiculous." He raised up and kissed him again.
Draco smiled, kissing him briefly. "Maybe we should get up before Kreacher has another of his episodes," he teased.
Harry laughed, pushing up on his elbows and pecking Draco one last time on the lips.
Draco gasped again as he pulled back, helping Harry sit up as he did.
Harry winced a little as he sat on the edge of the table, his legs hanging down. He arched his back to crack it and then stared at Draco. "Suppose we should get cleaned up," he said after a moment.
Draco reached a hand into Harry's hair, kissing him again before pulling back and nodding. "Yes," he whispered. "And then we should spend the day in bed. To hell with everyone else."
Harry nodded, his eyes serious. "And you're okay?" he whispered.
Draco shrugged. "If my father actually goes through with it, I will need to find a way to earn my keep," he said.
Harry snorted quietly. "Stay here with me, sleep with me, wake up with me and we'll call it even," he said softly.
Draco smiled crookedly. "You would make me a kept man?" he asked.
Harry snorted again. "If that's what you want to call it."
"I have expensive tastes, my love," Draco smiled, sighing. "It would be better if I find a way to pay for them."
"I'm not poor, you know," Harry reminded, though he did know that he probably wouldn't be able to afford most of Draco's "expensive tastes," especially since he didn't have a job yet.
Draco cocked his head, not sure of how to answer that. "I actually know very little about your finances," he admitted. He gave Harry another quick kiss and stepped back, looking around and then picking up his trousers.
Harry shrugged, hopping off of the table to get his clothes as well. "I have money that my parents left me, and money from my godfather. I suppose it's a pretty fair amount, but it's not going to last me forever. Probably a little more than a few years, I guess, if I don't spend like crazy."
The blond cast a Cleaning Charm on himself and then pulled his shorts and trousers back on. "The Ministry doesn't really pay very well," he said. "On the other hand, they wouldn't hire me anyway. I was considering whether or not I could invent potions that might bring in money."
Harry shrugged again, casting a Cleaning Charm as well. "I suppose that might work. You like doing it anyway." He didn't mention anything about himself. Draco knew what Harry had considered for a job.
Draco picked up his shirt but didn't put it on. He looked back at Harry. "I wouldn't stop you, you know. Not if it really is what you want."
"I know," Harry said quietly. "I guess I just ... I don't know. I can see your point, I suppose. The reasons why you don't want me to do it. Maybe it is just stupid, but ...." He shrugged again. "I guess I'm still thinking about it."
"I am selfish," Draco said. "I want to keep you safe and in my arms." He smiled and rolled his eyes.
Harry finally pulled his shorts back on and chuckled at Draco. "Aren't I selfish for wanting to do it anyway?" he asked. "I don't want you to worry or whatever, but ...." He sighed.
Draco sighed. "Just promise me not to take unnecessary risks," he said, reaching for Harry again. "I don't want to lose you."
Harry wrapped his arms loosely around Draco's waist. "So you wouldn't resent me if I went in?"
"I can't say I like the idea," Draco admitted, frowning. "But I won't begrudge you anything that makes you happy. You deserve that more than anyone I know."
Harry smiled a little. "And remember," he said, "two years of training - maybe three - before I have to do anything at all."
Draco sighed, shaking his head. "Whatever you want, my love." He kissed Harry again, pulling him tight against his own body, as if that could somehow keep him safe.
Harry smiled again, taking in a long, content breath.
Chapter Title: They Have No Idea
Words: 2421 Words
How he could go from distraught to aroused when Harry touched him was amazing. Draco felt like he was starving and Harry was the only food he could eat. He smiled at his own metaphor.
"Good," Harry said again, whispering. He kissed over Draco's face, and then moved back to his mouth.
Draco moaned into the kiss this time. He was regretting having actually gotten dressed now as his trousers felt increasingly too tight.
Harry moved his tongue over Draco's lips and then slid it past them, his own trousers feeling a little snug as well.
Draco's hands were tugging up Harry's shirt before he even realised it. He gasped as his fingers made contact with skin, sliding up Harry's back.
Harry pulled back enough for the shirt to be lifted over his head, but then moved back to Draco's mouth, his fingers pulling at clothing as well.
Draco dropped the shirt on the floor, fingers caressing over Harry's skin as the man fought with the buttons of Draco's shirt. Draco had a thought then about finding an easier way to remove shirts.
As soon as Draco's shirt was open, Harry pulled it away from his arms and threw it. His hands slid down Draco's chest and he began fumbling with the buttons of Draco's trousers, even though there was no way he would be able to remove them while still sitting in in his lap.
Draco had to swallow before he could speak and even then it came out a bit breathy. "Stand up," he told his lover.
Harry did so shakily and a little reluctantly, not wanting to break contact with Draco's skin.
Draco reached up and unbuttoned Harry's jeans, slowly drawing the zipper down as he looked up at him.
Harry licked his lips, watching Draco's hand, and then let his eyes move back to Draco's face.
Draco peeled back the fabric, hooking his fingers into the waistband of the shorts and jeans and began pulling them down. His gaze flicked from Harry's face to the cock that was now exposed.
Harry's cock twitched and his breathing hitched. He licked his lips again, reaching back to lean his weight against the table with both arms.
Draco had intended on removing the jeans but they only made it as far as Harry's knees before he found his hands sliding back up the man's thighs. Smiling, Draco licked his lips before bringing them to slide over the head of Harry's cock.
Harry gasped quietly, laying a hand on the back of Draco's head again. "I should do you," he whispered breathlessly, watching him.
"Mmhmm," Draco agreed, sucking and licking the crown. He slid one hand back to squeeze Harry's arse while he used the other to wrap fingers around the man's shaft.
Harry gasped again, his eyelids fluttering. "I can't if you don’t - mmm - stop," he managed to get out.
Draco's eyes were dark as he looked up at his lover, still swirling his tongue. He waggled his eyebrows just before releasing his cock with a pop. He gave Harry another stroke before pulling back and getting to his feet to remove his own trousers.
Harry released a shaky breath, watching Draco's trousers come down. He stared at him in lustful awe for a few seconds and then kicked his own trousers the rest of the way off. "Come on," he said, reaching for Draco's hand.
Draco glanced at the pile of letters on the table and arched an eyebrow. He took his lover's hand.
Harry pulled Draco forward and against himself, one hand moving to the back of his neck and the other holding him firmly right above the swell of his arse.
Draco smirked. "Lie back," he whispered huskily.
An answering slow smirk slid across Harry's face as he looked over his shoulder at the letters still spread out on the table. He looked back at Draco, quirking an eyebrow as he raised himself up and then lowered himself down against the scattered parchment.
Draco leaned forward, helping Harry lie back on the letters. He reached his hands down to grasp Harry's hips and pulled him to the edge of the table, before lifting his lover's legs up so that they rested over his shoulders.
Harry let out a low groan, his cock hard against his own belly. His eyes didn't leave Draco's face and there was still a bit of a smirk on his parted lips.
"All these," Draco said gesturing to the letters. "They have no idea what you mean to me. What I feel when I think about you or look at you, let alone what it feels like to make love with you."
"They don't," Harry agreed, his heart giving an odd little flutter. "They have no idea."
Draco Summoned his wand and then Summoned the jar of lube they had stashed in a drawer. He never took his eyes off Harry, smiling at him. "I am going to show you what I think of all those people's letters," he said, smirking as he dipped his fingers into the oil.
Harry wet his lips, tightening his legs over Draco's shoulders. "Fuck, yes, baby," he said, gripping some of the letters in his fists as there wasn't anything else to hold on to.
Draco held his lover's legs with one hand and then reached down to slide slick fingers into the crevice of his lover's arse. "I'm going to fuck you, baby," he growled.
Harry took in air through his teeth. "Fuck me over all these fucking bullshit letters," he said breathlessly.
"Fuck, yes," Draco agreed, working his fingers into this lover's body. "They don't matter to me. You matter."
Harry groaned, tossing his head to the side and back. "Only you," he said lowly.
"You want this son of a Death Eater?" Draco asked as he slid his fingers out and pressed the head of his cock against his lover's entrance.
"Yes," Harry groaned. "More than anyone."
Draco's attention was focused on Harry's face, the way the other man looked at him. "I am yours," he said as he sank his cock into him.
Harry looked up at Draco with eyes full of awe, showing even through the lust. "Mine," he said, the word sounding more like a question.
"Yes, yours," Draco said, shivering with both desire and the magnitude of what he was saying. "My father may disown me. I would rather that than lose you."
Harry was nearly speechless. Draco was willing to give up his family, his money, his home, his inheritance - just to be with him? It was ... so much to give up. "Draco," he whispered, but then he didn't even know what to say.
Draco held his gaze, showing Harry how much he meant it, but gasping a bit as he felt Harry's body clench around his cock as he pressed into him.
Harry gasped as well, letting his head fall back completely but still looking at Draco. He pulled himself up on the cock inside him. "I love you," he whispered. "I - I would give up everything if it meant you'd stay with me forever." He knew as he said it that it was true, even if he hadn't thought about it before that moment.
Draco gripped Harry's thighs, beginning to rock in and out of him. "Yes, I love you," he said, forcing himself to keep his eyes open. "I don't care what anyone says, even my father. I am yours and I want to be beside you."
Harry groaned, his eyes barely open as he moved with Draco. "Beside you," he gasped. "Yours."
The blond moved faster, his cock sliding in and out of his lover's body. The sound of his skin slapping against Harry's was loud. The table creaked with the movement and letters began to slide off on all sides.
Harry cried out in pleasure, reaching a hand down to wrap it around his shaft. He pulled in time with Draco's thrusts, leaking pre-come onto his stomach.
"Yes, oh, yes!" Draco cried out, slamming into his lover's body now, the parchment scattering.
"Fuck! Baby, fuck!" Harry yelped, raising himself up once more before he was coming, muscles tensing as his body flooded with heat.
Draco loved the look on Harry's face when he came like that. He watched the man's seed cover his belly and chest. Several hard thrusts after and Draco threw his head back, making growling sounds as he filled his lover with his own.
Harry groaned, squeezing his arse around Draco as he watched him come. He was still panting himself. "Yes. Want your come inside me," he whispered, reaching to press a hand flat to Draco's chest.
Draco held onto Harry's thighs and bent forward, helping his lover wrap his legs around his waist. "Kiss me," he whispered.
Harry lifted his head to meet Draco's lips with his own, tongue gently touching. He let out a quiet sound, his hand moving into blond hair.
Draco pressed his lips to Harry's, his mouth opening and his tongue sliding into his lover's.
Harry made another sound, a low and quiet moan. He stroked Draco's tongue with his own and sucked lightly. His fingers moved softly over scarred skin, tracing the raised marks.
Draco trembled as Harry touched him, arms braced on either side of his lover as he continued the kiss.
Harry made no move to break the kiss either. He breathed quietly through his nose as his hands continued to explore soft hair and warm skin.
Draco's skin was always sensitive, but even more just after coming like that. He gasped into his lover's mouth, delighting in the feeling of his touch. Harry wanted him. It was a miracle and he felt it made everything worthwhile.
Harry was content to lie on the kitchen table all day with Draco if he could, even if he lost all feeling in his backside. "I love you," he said very quietly, only briefly parting from Draco's mouth.
Draco pulled back enough to look into Harry's eyes. He reached a hand to stroke the hair from his lover's face and smiled. "I love you," he answered. "I don't want to be a burden to you but I wouldn't give you up for anything or anyone."
"Burden?" Harry repeated, raising an eyebrow. "You? Don't be ridiculous." He raised up and kissed him again.
Draco smiled, kissing him briefly. "Maybe we should get up before Kreacher has another of his episodes," he teased.
Harry laughed, pushing up on his elbows and pecking Draco one last time on the lips.
Draco gasped again as he pulled back, helping Harry sit up as he did.
Harry winced a little as he sat on the edge of the table, his legs hanging down. He arched his back to crack it and then stared at Draco. "Suppose we should get cleaned up," he said after a moment.
Draco reached a hand into Harry's hair, kissing him again before pulling back and nodding. "Yes," he whispered. "And then we should spend the day in bed. To hell with everyone else."
Harry nodded, his eyes serious. "And you're okay?" he whispered.
Draco shrugged. "If my father actually goes through with it, I will need to find a way to earn my keep," he said.
Harry snorted quietly. "Stay here with me, sleep with me, wake up with me and we'll call it even," he said softly.
Draco smiled crookedly. "You would make me a kept man?" he asked.
Harry snorted again. "If that's what you want to call it."
"I have expensive tastes, my love," Draco smiled, sighing. "It would be better if I find a way to pay for them."
"I'm not poor, you know," Harry reminded, though he did know that he probably wouldn't be able to afford most of Draco's "expensive tastes," especially since he didn't have a job yet.
Draco cocked his head, not sure of how to answer that. "I actually know very little about your finances," he admitted. He gave Harry another quick kiss and stepped back, looking around and then picking up his trousers.
Harry shrugged, hopping off of the table to get his clothes as well. "I have money that my parents left me, and money from my godfather. I suppose it's a pretty fair amount, but it's not going to last me forever. Probably a little more than a few years, I guess, if I don't spend like crazy."
The blond cast a Cleaning Charm on himself and then pulled his shorts and trousers back on. "The Ministry doesn't really pay very well," he said. "On the other hand, they wouldn't hire me anyway. I was considering whether or not I could invent potions that might bring in money."
Harry shrugged again, casting a Cleaning Charm as well. "I suppose that might work. You like doing it anyway." He didn't mention anything about himself. Draco knew what Harry had considered for a job.
Draco picked up his shirt but didn't put it on. He looked back at Harry. "I wouldn't stop you, you know. Not if it really is what you want."
"I know," Harry said quietly. "I guess I just ... I don't know. I can see your point, I suppose. The reasons why you don't want me to do it. Maybe it is just stupid, but ...." He shrugged again. "I guess I'm still thinking about it."
"I am selfish," Draco said. "I want to keep you safe and in my arms." He smiled and rolled his eyes.
Harry finally pulled his shorts back on and chuckled at Draco. "Aren't I selfish for wanting to do it anyway?" he asked. "I don't want you to worry or whatever, but ...." He sighed.
Draco sighed. "Just promise me not to take unnecessary risks," he said, reaching for Harry again. "I don't want to lose you."
Harry wrapped his arms loosely around Draco's waist. "So you wouldn't resent me if I went in?"
"I can't say I like the idea," Draco admitted, frowning. "But I won't begrudge you anything that makes you happy. You deserve that more than anyone I know."
Harry smiled a little. "And remember," he said, "two years of training - maybe three - before I have to do anything at all."
Draco sighed, shaking his head. "Whatever you want, my love." He kissed Harry again, pulling him tight against his own body, as if that could somehow keep him safe.
Harry smiled again, taking in a long, content breath.