Unintended Consequences

Unintended Consequences



Chapter 4



When Draco leaned in to place a chaste kiss on Harry’s mouth, Harry thought all his Christmases had come at once. He was actually here, in his bedroom, kissing Draco, which in itself was enough to elicit pure bliss. But to be here in his bedroom, kissing Draco, and with a view to actually getting him into his bed! Well, Harry was certain that he’d died and gone to heaven. Afraid to open his eyes in case it was all a dream, Harry just melted into the luscious depths of soft, wet sucking and licking and pulsing and grinding. Oh! Oh… the grinding! Harry was sure he’d never felt anything so hot, so absolutely delicious, in his entire existence. Draco’s hips were grinding into him as if they were made precisely for that purpose, and Harry groaned as he ground back, the feel of Draco’s hard length pressed against his own, sending spikes of fiery desire like electric shocks to his groin, causing his erection to swell almost to bursting point and throb eagerly in response.



Harry threw his head back when Draco’s lips moved to his throat, his tongue lapping a wet line from Harry’s jaw down to his collarbone, before moving back up in a trail of soft, wet kisses, each of which was like a spark of electricity under Harry’s skin. His entire body was on fire, and when Draco slipped his hands into Harry’s robes and adroitly unfastened them to make contact with his skin, Harry arched back and whimpered as each movement of Draco’s long fingers ignited his nerves like hot blue flames, leaving a trail of goose flesh in their wake. Harry groaned with need. He needed more skin contact. Much more skin contact.



Deftly, he turned Draco around and moved him towards the bed. They collapsed onto it in a tangle of limbs and lips, never stopping even to catch a breath, torn garments being thrown chaotically about the room as they struggled to divest each other of their clothes as efficiently as possible. Finally, when Harry—at last—found himself atop Draco, skin to skin, he pulled back, panting heavily. Draco was lying beneath him in all his resplendent glory, his white-blond hair trailing attractively across the pillow and his long pale limbs draped sensuously around Harry’s hips. It was as if all Harry’s fantasies had come to fruition and he almost had to pinch himself to see if it was real. Draco gazed into Harry’s eyes seductively, causing another wave of desire to wash over him, almost drowning him with its intensity. This was it. The real thing. This was everything he had hoped for and dreamed of, and it was all coming true. Harry thought his heart would burst from the emotion that welled within him. He was overwhelmed by it. This, he suddenly knew, was more than sex, more than two bodies consummating a bond, more even than the realisation of a long-held dream. This was love. Harry gasped when the realisation struck him like a hot branding iron. He was in love. Draco had branded him long ago—he was totally and thoroughly possessed by the man whose exquisite fingers were trailing molten rivers of sensation down his back and along his thighs. And with that realisation, Harry literally surrendered, giving himself over to complete abandon.



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Draco was totally unprepared for the onslaught of emotions that lying close to Harry aroused in him. Oh, he had entertained dreams and fantasies about being with Harry, but the reality far surpassed every expectation Draco could ever have imagined. And he had imagined a few, let me tell you. In his dreams he had claimed Harry in every way possible. He had fantasised about taking Harry over the arm of his living room sofa, Harry screaming his pleasure loudly and violently. He’d imagined himself tenderly seducing Harry, breaking down his defences one by one until Harry was a buttery heap, melted at his feet—that one had been a particular favourite. He’d even pictured himself going down on Harry in a public place, their unadulterated lust outmatching every cry for decency and decorum.



But never, even in his wildest dreams, had Draco ever, ever imagined Harry making love to him. Oh, he’d long acknowledged how he felt about the other man, but his fantasies had always been lustful, urgent, needy. The emotions that were threatening to overtake him at this moment, however, while raw and real, were also tender, acknowledging, affectionate and pure. Harry was treating him like a prized treasure, a long-coveted bounty that suddenly had come to light—like a treasured possession that deserved nothing less than complete and utter protection and unconditional love. Draco was overcome by the tenderness of it. He felt as if he was suddenly surrounded by a hundred fluffy white bunnies, all nuzzling him, and squeed delightedly to himself. Oh, bring on the fluff! He could handle it! Especially if it was Harry who was doing the fluffing.



Harry nipped his way down Draco’s neck, gently teasing the sensitive skin of his throat before sucking deeply. Draco arched up in need, whimpering to get closer, to get more. Harry’s hands were caressing him in slow circles from his shoulders, down over his ribs, where they lingered momentarily to lightly massage his nipple, before moving down to his hip and then softly, ever-so-gently, down the back of his thigh, coming back up to rest near the crease of his arse.



Draco groaned when Harry began to lick down the length of his chest, stopping to blow lightly on the soft pale hairs there before continuing to lick delicate strokes down to his navel, where he dipped in his tongue. Oh, God! The bunnies disappeared as the fire in his belly suddenly flared white hot, shooting straight to his cock, which was now rubbing against the crook of Harry’s neck. Holy fuck, if he got any harder he would burst! Reaching down he gripped Harry’s shoulders before running his hands up Harry’s neck and coming to rest in his surprisingly soft, black hair. His grip suddenly tightened when Harry moved down to nuzzle the thatch of hair below, rubbing his nose and mouth against the base of Draco’s erection, causing an exquisite friction that nearly drove Draco insane.



Oh, holy mother of God! Draco wished he knew some more descriptive expletives to describe the incredibly intense sensations purring through his body. Harry licked up Draco’s length and then the world was suddenly consumed in blinding light as Harry mouthed the head and sucked deeply. Draco couldn’t restrain himself from thrusting up into Harry’s mouth, and when Harry’s resulting Mmmmm thrummed against his skin he nearly blacked out with bliss.



Suddenly there was a loud crack, and Draco thought that maybe he had blacked out, or was hallucinating from the sheer pleasure he was experiencing. He was quickly brought back to reality, however, when a sharp voice rent the air.



“Harry! How dare you leave me like that!” Draco opened his eyes to the torridly lobster-red face of Harry’s ex staring rudely down at them. “At our bonding, Harry! It was supposed to be the best day of my life!” When Harry didn’t respond, she stood back and put her hands on her hips crossly. “Harry! Are you listening to me?”



Harry looked up at her then, his mouth still around Draco erection. “Hmmmm?” Draco groaned loudly as the sound vibrated around him again and Harry turned his attention back to sucking and licking once more.



Ginny huffed loudly and crossed her arms. “Get your mouth off his dick for one second please, and talk to me!” Another loud crack, and Molly appeared in the doorway. Hurrying over toward her daughter, she grabbed Ginny’s arm and scolded her. “What on earth do you think you’re doing, young lady!” She turned then and looked apologetically at Draco, who had lifted himself onto his elbows to watch the scene. “So sorry for the intrusion, my dears. Please carry on.” She smiled sweetly at Draco. Harry merely looked up and nodded absently.



“But Mum! Harry left me at the altar!” she screamed back at the top of her lungs. “I won’t be treated like that!”



“Can’t you see they’re busy?” Molly shrieked. “I know you’re angry, Ginny, but there’s nothing you can do about it! And this is hardly the time to be confronting him, is it?” She grabbed Ginny by the arm then, and they both Disapparated with a pop.



Draco furrowed his brows for a minute, not quite sure whether he was hallucinating, or whether two Weasley women had, in fact, just had a brawl in Harry’s bedroom while Harry was sucking him off. It was bizarre to say the least, and Draco momentarily considered stopping Harry to ask if he’d thought that was strange. Then he looked down and remembered where he was and what Harry was doing to him, and the white hot burn of desire engulfed him once more. Dropping his head back onto the bed, he arched up into Harry’s hot mouth, feeling himself getting closer and closer to exploding.



Harry ran his tongue from base to head, dipping his tongue into the slit before taking the head in his mouth once again. Draco whimpered in ecstasy as he felt the tension building, knowing he was just moments away.



“Harry, I can’t…” He could barely get the words out, he was so overcome. “Harry, I… ohhhhhh!”



Harry moaned around him at Draco’s words and sucked down fiercely, and Draco came like fireworks, sparks igniting behind his clenched eyelids as he pulsed spasmodically down Harry’s throat. Harry continued to lick and suck lightly until Draco was completely spent and then he moved up to lie on top of Draco again, Harry’s own erection pressing fiercely against his hip. Draco reached up and pulled the other man down into a bruising kiss, thrusting his tongue into his lover’s mouth with force, and Harry responded by pressing his cock fiercely against him in need.



Without breaking the kiss, Harry summoned a tube from the drawer of the nightstand and then pulled back slightly, almost breathless. “Draco, you’ll have to help me out here,” he began awkwardly, a flush creeping up his cheeks as he looked away, embarrassed. Draco thought he’d never seen anything quite so sweet as an embarrassed and lustful Harry and, reaching a hand up to gently pull Harry’s face back toward him, he lifted his head slightly to meet his lips, sucking softly in a gesture of reassurance.



“You’re doing fine so far,” he replied in between kisses. “You need to prepare me. Start with one finger,” he whispered, spreading his legs and raising his knees to allow better access. Harry’s eyes went dark as he sat back and watched Draco spread himself so wantonly before him. Oh yes, he could almost feel Harry’s generous cock inside him already. Draco laid back and arched his spine seductively. Moving forwards slightly, Harry ran is hands down the insides of Draco’s thighs, leaving a trail of goose bumps as his fingers barely grazed the surface, ghosting back and forth across the sensitive skin and moving closer and closer, before finally cupping his sack and gently squeezing. Draco groaned and lifted his hips, quickly sliding a pillow under as Harry reached for the tube and unscrewed the lid. God, this was going to be beyond brilliant, he just knew it.



After applying a generous amount of lube to both his fingers and his length, Harry reached back down and sought Draco’s entrance, pressing a finger tentatively against it. Draco tensed for a second and squeezed his eyes shut as he waited for Harry to breach him. He’d never bottomed before and he wasn’t entirely sure, all of a sudden, if he was going to like it at all. But he was prepared to do anything for his Harry, so he braced himself. The initial breech was less painful than he’d anticipated and he sighed and relaxed as Harry gently worked his muscles, adding another, then another digit until Draco felt himself fully stretched. It didn’t feel bad at all, he decided. In fact, it felt rather nice. Suddenly, a blinding shot of desire ran up his spine and he gasped. Oh fuck! That felt brilliant! He opened his eyes to see Harry gazing down at him with sultry eyes still dark with need, but there was that feeling again. Yes that! And he was shutting his eyes against another onslaught of pure bliss. Oh God! He needed Harry inside him. Now!



Crack!



What? Draco’s eyes snapped open and blinked rapidly as Ginny marched across the room, one of the twins in tow—George, Draco thought—grabbing and ripping the fluffy white folds of her skirt as he tried to pull her back. Her hair had come half out of its do and was dangling messily on one side of her face.



“Ginny, what the bloody hell! You can’t keep doing this!” George yelled, before yanking hard at her skirt. She fell back against him, but wouldn’t be put off. Draco thought she looked rather like one of those mad women on Bridezillas.



“Let go of me. I’m going to kill him!” Ginny lurched forwards again and Draco moved back up onto his elbows, frowning at Harry, who merely rolled his eyes and continued to finger Draco’s nether regions.



“Go away, Ginny. Can’t you see we’re busy?” Harry spared her a quick glare before returning to his gentle ministrations, leaning down to place light kisses across Draco’s chest and up his neck. Draco dropped his head back to expose more of his throat and Harry groaned and sucked enthusiastically.



“I’m not leaving until you talk to me!” Ginny tried to wrench herself out of George’s grasp—unsuccessfully, thank God—and presently there was another crack as Fred appeared and rushed around to grab her arms.



“Ginny, we’re going…,” Fred yelled



“…to take you back!” George finished.



Crack!



“I really must change those wards,” Harry mumbled against Draco’s neck, before removing his fingers and lining himself up against Draco’s entrance.



“Harry? Don’t you find these interruptions rather odd?” Draco frowned at how blasé Harry appeared. I mean, really, Draco was quite amenable to voyeurism, but this was just too much!



Harry’s eyes were screwed shut as he pushed his erection against Draco’s hole, slowly breaching him and then moving very carefully in an inch or two. “Oh, God, Draco!” he gasped.



“Harry?”



“Mmmmm?” Harry pushed in a little further, his face a mask of concentration.



“The Weasley’s, Harry? Do they often just pop into your bedroom?” Draco leaned back again to allow Harry to fully sheath himself, closing his eyes and trying to relax again. Bloody hell, it was lucky he’d already gotten off once. At this rate there was no way he was getting hard again.



Harry pushed the remainder of his length into Draco and stopped, his face flushed. “Um, yeah. They’ve been driving me crazy for years,” he whispered in reply, as he finally opened his eyes and looked down at Draco. “Oh, God, you feel incredible.” Harry pulled back slowly and then thrust back in, beginning to build a rhythm, thrusting slowly in and then quickly out again, causing Draco to almost scream—that is, holler in a manly way—when he repeatedly hit his sensitive spot. Fuck! He never knew bottoming could feel so bloody brilliant! Draco immediately forgot about the weird intrusions as he relished the delightful feel of Harry pounding into him.



Crack!



This time Harry looked over to where Ginny had appeared once again in the doorway, her dress in tatters, her hair a ginger tangle, and mascara trails running down her face. “Fuck you, Harry!” she spat. “You deserve each other! You flaming fag! You fucking shirt-lifter!” Her face was bright red by this stage and Draco hoped she wouldn’t pop a vein in her fury. (Well, it wouldn’t do to have blood spurting all over Harry’s nice rug, now would it?) “You frigging poofter!” She finished, before Disapparating with a very loud bang. Well! How rude! There was no need for name-calling, Draco thought. Harry was well shot of that nasty little biarch.



But Harry had returned his attention to the task at hand and Draco relaxed again as Harry began to thrust harder and faster. Oh, there—yes, there! Draco lifted his hips and thrust up as Harry thrust down. They were both sweating and panting heavily and with every thrust Draco could feel himself getting closer and closer. Draco reached down between them and grabbed his cock, pulling roughly in time with Harry’s movements. Oh fuck! So good! Draco bit his bottom lip as the tension built in his thighs and belly and, when Harry cried out as he came violently, Draco followed suit almost immediately, spurting hot cum over both their bodies for what seemed like an incredible length of time.



Eventually coming down from his orgasm, Draco opened his eyes to find Harry, who was still breathing heavily, looking directly at him, a tender smile ghosting his lips. He didn’t want to let go—he never wanted to let go—and he sighed as he remembered that, although he and Harry were bonded, there was no way Harry could ever love him. Feeling tears prick at his eyes, he tried to will away the sudden despair that engulfed him, the despair of knowing that such bliss would never be had again. Sighing, he clutched Harry to him one last time and gently kissed him on the mouth, hoping that the intensity of the emotions that overwhelmed him didn’t show on his face.