A Weekend in February
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
5,227
Reviews:
29
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Shower
Late Saturday morning.
Draco turned the water on while Harry removed his own pyjama bottoms. Once the water was warm enough, they stepped in slowly, Harry following closely behind Draco. Draco turned to face Harry and turned him so that the water ran down behind his neck. Draco took great care in washing Harry, using slow and deliberate movement, cleaning every inch of his skin. Draco’s eyes raked over Harry’s body as he washed him. His eyes feasted on the vision of Harry’s wet, taut body – the faint outline of toned muscles beneath his tanned skin.
They were both hard. Their cocks slid together occasionally as Draco worked around and over Harry with the soap and bath sponge. Neither spoke, although Harry sighed and moaned softly at Draco’s calculated ministration.
Draco shampooed Harry’s hair, tilting Harry’s head backward under the running water. Once Harry’s hair was properly rinsed, Dracpt hpt his head tilted back and leaned in, resting his lips against Harry’s throat. Draco began to kiss and lick and suck Harry’s neck and jaw under the running water until they were both breathless and unbearably hard.
Harry placed his hands on Draco’s shoulders and turned him around. Harry returned the favour and washed the chocolate from Draco’s body. Draco’s skin glistened beneath the running water. Harry sighed as he watched himself move the sponge across Draco’s chest and arms, leaving a trail of small soap bubbles across the flawless, fair skin. Harry washed Draco’s hair as well, and pressed his own body flush against Draco’s after he rinsed him.
They stood facing each other beneath the shower, breathing a little too hard and both trying very hard not to devour the other in that very instant.
Draco blinked as droplets of water fell from his hair and collected on his white eyelashes. Harry noticed, and brushed the lock of hair away from Draco’s eyes. Harry rested his left hand against the shower wall behind Draco and placed his right over Draco’s heart.
Draco closed his eyes momentarily and his lips parted, a drop of water hanging from his upper lip briefly before falling. Harry watched in amazement as the drops of water skittered and danced down his lover’s body. Harry parted his lips as well, and touched them lightly against Draco’s.
They didn’t kiss – only stood under the running water, bodies pressed together, mouths not quite touching, Harry’s hand resting against Draco’s chest, their straining erections barely touching. Harry was about to close the distance between them when he felt Draco sigh against his lips and felt Draco’s arm brush against his hip.ry gry gasped into Draco’s mouth as he felt the warmth of Draco’s hand wrap around his cock.
Draco began pumping Harry’s cock through his fist slowly. Harry moaned softly on Draco’s lips and then licked them leisurely. Draco parted his lips further until his own tongue sought out Harry’s. Harry slid his hand down from Draco’s chest, pausing briefly at his navel, and then rested it on top of Draco’s sizeable erection.
Draco moaned and rocked his pelvis forward, pushing his cock up into the palm of Harry’s hand. Harry smiled against Draco’s mouth and slid his tongue in again, stroking Draco’s tongue with his own.
Draco hastened his pace on Harry’s cock and moaned when Harry finally grasped Draco’s length entirely and returned the favour.
They stood under the running water for long minutes, kissing slowly and stroking each other’s cocks. They didn’t stop kissing as their need ascended and their breathing increased and their movements quickened.
Harry’s pace faltered first. His muscles tightened and his body began to shudder as Draco unrelentingly jerked him off. Harry managed to hold on to Draco’s cock, but ceased stroking it as his own orgasm overwhelmed him. Harry came all over Draco’s hand, his mouth open, gasping for air.
“I love you,” Draco whispered almost noiselessly against Harry’s mouth.
Draco turned Harry slightly, rinsing the come from his hand and Harry’s cock beneath the warm water.
Harry closed his eyes and stood still and bewildered for a moment. He opened his eyes to find Draco admiring him, a sexy half-smile on his lips.
“Mmm,” was all Harry could manage.
Harry smiled back at Draco and switched places with him again, so that Draco was back under the flow of steamy water. Harry reached beside him and grabbed the shampoo bottle, squeezing a generous amount of it into his palm.
He smiled wickedly at Draco and wrapped his hand around Draco’s cock, lathering it with the shampoo and thrusting it rather efficiently through his hand.
It didn’t take long for Draco’s breathing to become erratic. Harry increased his speed and leaned forward to lick Draco’s neck.
“Come for me, Draco,” Harry whispered against Draco’s neck.
Draco inhaled sharply and grabbed the towel rack beside him in the shower. Harry wrapped his arm around Draco’s lower back and held him close as he pumped his cock steadily.
“Fuck. Oh, Harry,” Draco hissed and came violently, snapping the towel rack out of its sockets on the wall.
Harry smiled and steadied Draco as the metal bar clattered to the shower floor.
Draco collapsed into Harry’s arms, winded and sated. Harry cleaned them both and turned the taps off. He wrapped his arms around Draco’s neck and kissed him tenderly.
“I love you, too,” Harry whispered.
Draco turned the water on while Harry removed his own pyjama bottoms. Once the water was warm enough, they stepped in slowly, Harry following closely behind Draco. Draco turned to face Harry and turned him so that the water ran down behind his neck. Draco took great care in washing Harry, using slow and deliberate movement, cleaning every inch of his skin. Draco’s eyes raked over Harry’s body as he washed him. His eyes feasted on the vision of Harry’s wet, taut body – the faint outline of toned muscles beneath his tanned skin.
They were both hard. Their cocks slid together occasionally as Draco worked around and over Harry with the soap and bath sponge. Neither spoke, although Harry sighed and moaned softly at Draco’s calculated ministration.
Draco shampooed Harry’s hair, tilting Harry’s head backward under the running water. Once Harry’s hair was properly rinsed, Dracpt hpt his head tilted back and leaned in, resting his lips against Harry’s throat. Draco began to kiss and lick and suck Harry’s neck and jaw under the running water until they were both breathless and unbearably hard.
Harry placed his hands on Draco’s shoulders and turned him around. Harry returned the favour and washed the chocolate from Draco’s body. Draco’s skin glistened beneath the running water. Harry sighed as he watched himself move the sponge across Draco’s chest and arms, leaving a trail of small soap bubbles across the flawless, fair skin. Harry washed Draco’s hair as well, and pressed his own body flush against Draco’s after he rinsed him.
They stood facing each other beneath the shower, breathing a little too hard and both trying very hard not to devour the other in that very instant.
Draco blinked as droplets of water fell from his hair and collected on his white eyelashes. Harry noticed, and brushed the lock of hair away from Draco’s eyes. Harry rested his left hand against the shower wall behind Draco and placed his right over Draco’s heart.
Draco closed his eyes momentarily and his lips parted, a drop of water hanging from his upper lip briefly before falling. Harry watched in amazement as the drops of water skittered and danced down his lover’s body. Harry parted his lips as well, and touched them lightly against Draco’s.
They didn’t kiss – only stood under the running water, bodies pressed together, mouths not quite touching, Harry’s hand resting against Draco’s chest, their straining erections barely touching. Harry was about to close the distance between them when he felt Draco sigh against his lips and felt Draco’s arm brush against his hip.ry gry gasped into Draco’s mouth as he felt the warmth of Draco’s hand wrap around his cock.
Draco began pumping Harry’s cock through his fist slowly. Harry moaned softly on Draco’s lips and then licked them leisurely. Draco parted his lips further until his own tongue sought out Harry’s. Harry slid his hand down from Draco’s chest, pausing briefly at his navel, and then rested it on top of Draco’s sizeable erection.
Draco moaned and rocked his pelvis forward, pushing his cock up into the palm of Harry’s hand. Harry smiled against Draco’s mouth and slid his tongue in again, stroking Draco’s tongue with his own.
Draco hastened his pace on Harry’s cock and moaned when Harry finally grasped Draco’s length entirely and returned the favour.
They stood under the running water for long minutes, kissing slowly and stroking each other’s cocks. They didn’t stop kissing as their need ascended and their breathing increased and their movements quickened.
Harry’s pace faltered first. His muscles tightened and his body began to shudder as Draco unrelentingly jerked him off. Harry managed to hold on to Draco’s cock, but ceased stroking it as his own orgasm overwhelmed him. Harry came all over Draco’s hand, his mouth open, gasping for air.
“I love you,” Draco whispered almost noiselessly against Harry’s mouth.
Draco turned Harry slightly, rinsing the come from his hand and Harry’s cock beneath the warm water.
Harry closed his eyes and stood still and bewildered for a moment. He opened his eyes to find Draco admiring him, a sexy half-smile on his lips.
“Mmm,” was all Harry could manage.
Harry smiled back at Draco and switched places with him again, so that Draco was back under the flow of steamy water. Harry reached beside him and grabbed the shampoo bottle, squeezing a generous amount of it into his palm.
He smiled wickedly at Draco and wrapped his hand around Draco’s cock, lathering it with the shampoo and thrusting it rather efficiently through his hand.
It didn’t take long for Draco’s breathing to become erratic. Harry increased his speed and leaned forward to lick Draco’s neck.
“Come for me, Draco,” Harry whispered against Draco’s neck.
Draco inhaled sharply and grabbed the towel rack beside him in the shower. Harry wrapped his arm around Draco’s lower back and held him close as he pumped his cock steadily.
“Fuck. Oh, Harry,” Draco hissed and came violently, snapping the towel rack out of its sockets on the wall.
Harry smiled and steadied Draco as the metal bar clattered to the shower floor.
Draco collapsed into Harry’s arms, winded and sated. Harry cleaned them both and turned the taps off. He wrapped his arms around Draco’s neck and kissed him tenderly.
“I love you, too,” Harry whispered.