A Heart So Ravenous (Sequel to A Love So Belated)
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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44
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36,884
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326
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Chapter 41: Dreaming
Chapter Number/Total: 41/44
Chapter Title: Dreaming
Words: 1620 Words
Harry smiled down at a sleeping Draco. Merlin, he was perfect. His heart was already pounding, partly because it had been so bloody long, and partly because he technically wasn't supposed to be there, and especially not for this. But he was going to do it, and he figured Draco would appreciate it as well. He leaned over, kissing his lover gently.
Draco stirred in his sleep, lips pursing automatically.
Harry traced his lips slowly with the very tip of his tongue, his eyes barely open.
Draco's mouth opened, automatically. He gasped and shifted in his bed, still asleep.
Harry slid his tongue inside, seeking Draco's and trying to wake him up without actually shaking him and telling him to wake.
Draco moaned, beginning to wake up and respond to his lover's kiss. He was confused at first, thinking he was dreaming, but it felt fantastic.
That moan set Harry's nerves ablaze. He'd only been imagining it for a month now. He slid one leg up onto the bed, his arms holding him up on either side of Draco's shoulders as they kissed.
Draco reached for Harry then, hands sliding up his lover's arms as he returned the kiss passionately. His body was responding as well and he trembled with awakened desire.
"Baby," Harry groaned. "Do you know how much I want you?"
"Harry," Draco whispered, blinking as he opened his eyes. He slid one hand into his lover's hair. "You are really here," he said, part of him not believing it.
Harry smiled down at him. "Not supposed to be," he said, "but, yes."
"Oh, so good," Draco said, caressing Harry. "I dream of you every night."
"Every night, five times a night," Harry whispered, kissing over Draco's jaw.
"Yes, first thing I did when I could use my arms again," Draco confessed, arching his neck for Harry.
Harry laughed and groaned at the same time, kissing and sucking Draco's neck as he moved to allow it.
Draco tugged at Harry's shirt, pulling it up and sighing when his fingers found skin. "Oh, yes," he whispered. "I have missed this so much."
Harry moved to help Draco remove his shirt, climbing all the way onto the bed, then positioning himself on hands and knees over Draco. "You have no idea how much I've missed this," he said in loving and lustful agreement.
Draco swallowed hard and looked up at Harry. His hands caressed his lover's chest, exploring every curve of muscle and ridge of bone under that warm skin. Draco wore only a hospital gown himself, and his arousal was already tenting that and the sheet.
"I did a bit of assuming," Harry whispered, reaching into his jeans pocket to pull out the lube he had brought along. "Are you feeling good enough for this?"
Draco nodded, licking his lips and reaching to unbutton Harry's jeans. "Good assumption," he whispered, "because I want you so badly it hurts."
"Good," Harry breathed, sliding a hand under the sheet and over Draco's barely clothed body. He lifted the gown easily, stroking Draco's thigh, and then moved his hand to very gently squeeze Draco's balls.
Draco's moan was so loud that he startled himself and worried it would bring one of the attendants. He hadn't had balls for seven months. It felt utterly amazing to have Harry touch them now.
"Shhh," Harry hushed, smiling down at Draco. "I'll be caught and then we won't be able to do this." But, really, Harry wanted to make him moan like that again. He squeezed and pulled, moving his mouth to Draco's.
"Silencing Charm," Draco gasped and then kissed Harry again.
Harry groaned at having to pull away, but did. He took out his wand and cast the charm, using the moment to quickly stand up and remove the rest of his bothersome clothes. When he got back on the bed he was completely naked, and he peeled the sheet back, sliding under to press against Draco.
With the charm cast, Draco didn't hold back now, moaning deeply at the feel of Harry's body against his own. "Oh, baby, yes!"
Harry gasped. "Oh, I've wanted to hear you say that so bad," he breathed, rotating his hips against Draco's, the hardness he felt against his own making his head spin.
Draco tried to thrust up against Harry, straining his still-weak leg muscles. He had a fleeting thought that his physical therapist should have prescribed this treatment. "Oh, Gods, you feel fantastic," he gasped, one hand reaching for Harry's hair again while the other rested on his lover's hip.
Harry tried to think of what it was he had wanted to ask Draco. He figured he was having trouble doing so because he was grinding his cock into his lover's, so he paused for a moment. "Draco," he moaned, kissing him again. "Do I fuck you? Or do I ride you? Your legs ... I don't know what would be best."
That made Draco moan again with the images that flooded his mind. He wanted it all. "Ride me," he answered. "I want to be inside you, baby."
"Oh, fuck yes," Harry groaned. "Dreamt of your cock in my arse."
"I want to fill you," Draco whispered, voice deeper with desire. "I want to spill my seed inside you." It had been a long time since that was possible. He grinned up at Harry.
Harry groaned again. "Fuck, yes, inside me," he agreed, rocking against Draco again. "I want all of you inside me, fucking spilling out of me."
Draco felt the shiver down his spine and his cock twitched hard. "Oh, please, yes, hurry," he moaned.
Harry quickly took the lube from where he had dropped it atop the mattress, popping the lid off the small tube. He was almost tempted to slick Draco's cock and simply go at it from there, but he wanted it to be good, and long, and perfect. He raised himself upright on his knees, squeezing some of the slick substance out onto his fingers, and then reached back to prepare himself.
Draco slid the hand on Harry's hip forward to wrap fingers around the other man's shaft. "I love the way you want me," he whispered, slowly caressing that warm flesh.
Harry bit his lip, gazing down at Draco, and arched forward into his hand. "So much," he responded, working to stretch himself as fast as he could.
Draco ran the pad of one fingertip over the soft head of his lover's cock, collecting the drop of pre-come there and rubbing it over the crown.
Even that small little bit made Harry's entire body shudder with pleasure. "Fuck, I want to ride you so hard, baby," he gasped, bringing his hand back around. "But take this off first." He began tugging at the hospital gown, wanting to see Draco.
Draco reached both hands up, fiddling with the strings tied behind his neck, and then pulled the cloth away, dropping it over the side of the hospital bed. "Better?" he asked, arching an eyebrow at Harry.
Harry made a deep noise of pleasure at the sight. "More than better," he said, sliding hands over Draco's chest as he moved to straddle him.
Draco's hands reached for Harry's chest, lightly pinching the man's nipples as Harry moved into position. "Yes, going to feel you take me inside," he whispered.
"Mmm, yeah," Harry agreed, cock bobbing with the thought of what he was about to do. He reached behind himself once more to grasp Draco's cock and slide down on it. His arse clenched tightly after weeks of not having anything but a few fingers inside it, but it felt bloody fucking fantastic. He gasped loudly, taking his time moving onto Draco's length.
Draco's fingers pulled harder on Harry's nipples and he moaned again. He couldn't believe just how good Harry's body felt. "Oh, baby, yes," he encouraged, trembling with the effort not to thrust.
Harry hissed in pleasure at what Draco's hands were doing to him, and then he was sitting completely on Draco's hips. He arched his neck and moved his own hips in a slow circle, feeling Draco's throbbing cock so fucking deep inside him.
"Yes, Harry, that's it," Draco encouraged, beginning to push up, again straining his legs to do so. He brought one hand back down to slide his fingers over Harry's cock again. "You are so beautiful; you look perfect on top of me like this."
"Feel perfect," Harry groaned, beginning to move a little faster. "So perfect."
Draco stroked Harry's cock in time with his lover's movements, arching up into him as much as he could. "Yes, Gods, I love you," he gasped. "Love filling you with my cock."
Harry cried out loudly, leaning down to kiss Draco and working himself furiously up and down his shaft.
Draco grabbed the back of Harry's head, fingers curling into the man's hair as he kissed him forcefully. Then he was coming, groaning into Harry's mouth as his hand worked just as furiously on his lover's cock.
"Yes!" Harry shouted, spilling himself over Draco's stomach and chest. He squeezed Draco's cock in his arse, wanting to give him as much pleasure and take as much of him as he could.
Draco's body shuddered and he was moaning loudly as Harry's muscles clenched around his cock. He felt the man's warm come on his hand and belly. It was perfect. He placed little kisses along Harry's lips and over his chin, still panting from his exertion.
Harry went limp against Draco, smiling, "Better than the dreams," he whispered.
"I have my dream," Draco said softly, still placing little kisses on Harry's face. He held Harry against him, sighing contently.
Chapter Title: Dreaming
Words: 1620 Words
Harry smiled down at a sleeping Draco. Merlin, he was perfect. His heart was already pounding, partly because it had been so bloody long, and partly because he technically wasn't supposed to be there, and especially not for this. But he was going to do it, and he figured Draco would appreciate it as well. He leaned over, kissing his lover gently.
Draco stirred in his sleep, lips pursing automatically.
Harry traced his lips slowly with the very tip of his tongue, his eyes barely open.
Draco's mouth opened, automatically. He gasped and shifted in his bed, still asleep.
Harry slid his tongue inside, seeking Draco's and trying to wake him up without actually shaking him and telling him to wake.
Draco moaned, beginning to wake up and respond to his lover's kiss. He was confused at first, thinking he was dreaming, but it felt fantastic.
That moan set Harry's nerves ablaze. He'd only been imagining it for a month now. He slid one leg up onto the bed, his arms holding him up on either side of Draco's shoulders as they kissed.
Draco reached for Harry then, hands sliding up his lover's arms as he returned the kiss passionately. His body was responding as well and he trembled with awakened desire.
"Baby," Harry groaned. "Do you know how much I want you?"
"Harry," Draco whispered, blinking as he opened his eyes. He slid one hand into his lover's hair. "You are really here," he said, part of him not believing it.
Harry smiled down at him. "Not supposed to be," he said, "but, yes."
"Oh, so good," Draco said, caressing Harry. "I dream of you every night."
"Every night, five times a night," Harry whispered, kissing over Draco's jaw.
"Yes, first thing I did when I could use my arms again," Draco confessed, arching his neck for Harry.
Harry laughed and groaned at the same time, kissing and sucking Draco's neck as he moved to allow it.
Draco tugged at Harry's shirt, pulling it up and sighing when his fingers found skin. "Oh, yes," he whispered. "I have missed this so much."
Harry moved to help Draco remove his shirt, climbing all the way onto the bed, then positioning himself on hands and knees over Draco. "You have no idea how much I've missed this," he said in loving and lustful agreement.
Draco swallowed hard and looked up at Harry. His hands caressed his lover's chest, exploring every curve of muscle and ridge of bone under that warm skin. Draco wore only a hospital gown himself, and his arousal was already tenting that and the sheet.
"I did a bit of assuming," Harry whispered, reaching into his jeans pocket to pull out the lube he had brought along. "Are you feeling good enough for this?"
Draco nodded, licking his lips and reaching to unbutton Harry's jeans. "Good assumption," he whispered, "because I want you so badly it hurts."
"Good," Harry breathed, sliding a hand under the sheet and over Draco's barely clothed body. He lifted the gown easily, stroking Draco's thigh, and then moved his hand to very gently squeeze Draco's balls.
Draco's moan was so loud that he startled himself and worried it would bring one of the attendants. He hadn't had balls for seven months. It felt utterly amazing to have Harry touch them now.
"Shhh," Harry hushed, smiling down at Draco. "I'll be caught and then we won't be able to do this." But, really, Harry wanted to make him moan like that again. He squeezed and pulled, moving his mouth to Draco's.
"Silencing Charm," Draco gasped and then kissed Harry again.
Harry groaned at having to pull away, but did. He took out his wand and cast the charm, using the moment to quickly stand up and remove the rest of his bothersome clothes. When he got back on the bed he was completely naked, and he peeled the sheet back, sliding under to press against Draco.
With the charm cast, Draco didn't hold back now, moaning deeply at the feel of Harry's body against his own. "Oh, baby, yes!"
Harry gasped. "Oh, I've wanted to hear you say that so bad," he breathed, rotating his hips against Draco's, the hardness he felt against his own making his head spin.
Draco tried to thrust up against Harry, straining his still-weak leg muscles. He had a fleeting thought that his physical therapist should have prescribed this treatment. "Oh, Gods, you feel fantastic," he gasped, one hand reaching for Harry's hair again while the other rested on his lover's hip.
Harry tried to think of what it was he had wanted to ask Draco. He figured he was having trouble doing so because he was grinding his cock into his lover's, so he paused for a moment. "Draco," he moaned, kissing him again. "Do I fuck you? Or do I ride you? Your legs ... I don't know what would be best."
That made Draco moan again with the images that flooded his mind. He wanted it all. "Ride me," he answered. "I want to be inside you, baby."
"Oh, fuck yes," Harry groaned. "Dreamt of your cock in my arse."
"I want to fill you," Draco whispered, voice deeper with desire. "I want to spill my seed inside you." It had been a long time since that was possible. He grinned up at Harry.
Harry groaned again. "Fuck, yes, inside me," he agreed, rocking against Draco again. "I want all of you inside me, fucking spilling out of me."
Draco felt the shiver down his spine and his cock twitched hard. "Oh, please, yes, hurry," he moaned.
Harry quickly took the lube from where he had dropped it atop the mattress, popping the lid off the small tube. He was almost tempted to slick Draco's cock and simply go at it from there, but he wanted it to be good, and long, and perfect. He raised himself upright on his knees, squeezing some of the slick substance out onto his fingers, and then reached back to prepare himself.
Draco slid the hand on Harry's hip forward to wrap fingers around the other man's shaft. "I love the way you want me," he whispered, slowly caressing that warm flesh.
Harry bit his lip, gazing down at Draco, and arched forward into his hand. "So much," he responded, working to stretch himself as fast as he could.
Draco ran the pad of one fingertip over the soft head of his lover's cock, collecting the drop of pre-come there and rubbing it over the crown.
Even that small little bit made Harry's entire body shudder with pleasure. "Fuck, I want to ride you so hard, baby," he gasped, bringing his hand back around. "But take this off first." He began tugging at the hospital gown, wanting to see Draco.
Draco reached both hands up, fiddling with the strings tied behind his neck, and then pulled the cloth away, dropping it over the side of the hospital bed. "Better?" he asked, arching an eyebrow at Harry.
Harry made a deep noise of pleasure at the sight. "More than better," he said, sliding hands over Draco's chest as he moved to straddle him.
Draco's hands reached for Harry's chest, lightly pinching the man's nipples as Harry moved into position. "Yes, going to feel you take me inside," he whispered.
"Mmm, yeah," Harry agreed, cock bobbing with the thought of what he was about to do. He reached behind himself once more to grasp Draco's cock and slide down on it. His arse clenched tightly after weeks of not having anything but a few fingers inside it, but it felt bloody fucking fantastic. He gasped loudly, taking his time moving onto Draco's length.
Draco's fingers pulled harder on Harry's nipples and he moaned again. He couldn't believe just how good Harry's body felt. "Oh, baby, yes," he encouraged, trembling with the effort not to thrust.
Harry hissed in pleasure at what Draco's hands were doing to him, and then he was sitting completely on Draco's hips. He arched his neck and moved his own hips in a slow circle, feeling Draco's throbbing cock so fucking deep inside him.
"Yes, Harry, that's it," Draco encouraged, beginning to push up, again straining his legs to do so. He brought one hand back down to slide his fingers over Harry's cock again. "You are so beautiful; you look perfect on top of me like this."
"Feel perfect," Harry groaned, beginning to move a little faster. "So perfect."
Draco stroked Harry's cock in time with his lover's movements, arching up into him as much as he could. "Yes, Gods, I love you," he gasped. "Love filling you with my cock."
Harry cried out loudly, leaning down to kiss Draco and working himself furiously up and down his shaft.
Draco grabbed the back of Harry's head, fingers curling into the man's hair as he kissed him forcefully. Then he was coming, groaning into Harry's mouth as his hand worked just as furiously on his lover's cock.
"Yes!" Harry shouted, spilling himself over Draco's stomach and chest. He squeezed Draco's cock in his arse, wanting to give him as much pleasure and take as much of him as he could.
Draco's body shuddered and he was moaning loudly as Harry's muscles clenched around his cock. He felt the man's warm come on his hand and belly. It was perfect. He placed little kisses along Harry's lips and over his chin, still panting from his exertion.
Harry went limp against Draco, smiling, "Better than the dreams," he whispered.
"I have my dream," Draco said softly, still placing little kisses on Harry's face. He held Harry against him, sighing contently.