What Shakes The Elephant

What Shakes The Elephant

Chapter 42 – Our Bodies Moved And Hardened

Everything in the world came crashing down. Pre-established limitations and what seemed to be concrete boundaries between what was right and what was acceptable were suddenly gone in one swift movement and two hearts beating against one another. Draco quickly melted into Harry’s hot lips pressed against his mouth and forgot all the supposedly logical reasonings of his mind. His heart had taken control and used his libido as damage control to keep the rest of his body in line. He obeyed only the feelings that coursed through him and threw all caution to the wind because, in that one moment, it did not matter that he had bared his soul to Harry with no concrete reply. For that moment, and that moment alone, all that mattered was that Harry was pressing against him, his fingernails scraping against the back of Draco’s neck as their tongues tangoed and their hearts soared.

Harry pushed Draco back down onto the blanket and followed him down. Their bodies were now flush against one another, skin on skin, heat to heat, as Draco slid one hand down past Harry’s shoulders. Draco palmed at the small of his back and forced their hips together, causing sweet and almost painful friction between them. A soft moan rewarded him and he sucked more determinately on Harry’s tongue.

It felt so good. They writhed together, ignoring any signs that their attention should be otherwise occupied, reveling in the heat and the comfort each provided for the other. Draco didn’t care to think past his own actions. He didn’t care to stop and wonder, to consider everything that had happened. He just didn’t care.

Harry was on top of him, his hands wandering luxuriously through the silver-blonde locks of hair. His mouth was wanton as he angled further into the kiss, asking, without reservations, for all of Draco. But this time the blond needed something more. He paused and pulled away from the kiss, holding Harry’s head in place so close to him that their shared breath.

He didn’t say a word but his silver eyes questioned Harry in so many unspoken words. He lingered on the short distance between their mouths that begged to be closed, but did not move to kiss Harry. He needed to know now, before he could move forward…

“Draco,” Harry whispered, his voice like the wind. Draco brushed the pad of his finger over Harry’s lips as though to distract himself from the urge he had to kiss him again. He could feel Harry’s hardness pressing against his own and the sensation was somewhere past bliss. His eyes continued to probe at Harry, desperately seeking an answer. They stared at one another for another few moments before Harry actually caught on. A smile broke on his mouth and his eyelids fluttered shut in the pleasantry. “I love you, Draco.”

So simple, without ulterior motive or meaning, without pause or hesitation, without concern or fear. Just simple words that Harry spoke and without raising his voice, without altering their positions or the mood, the weight of them made their intent clear.

Draco felt all of the warring parts of himself suddenly throw up their arms in resignation. They surrendered their fight and sat down in muted failure as something far more powerful than each of them took over the situation. There was nothing for it now. He was in over his head, he was in for good and nothing was going to pull him out of it.

His own resolve was not powerful enough to stop it now, no matter what the repercussions were.

Right?

“Harry, I…” Draco began, driven by the urge to respond even though he had nothing to say. Harry shook his head softly and shushed him with a soft peck on the lips.

“Not the time for talk,” he whispered with a chuckle. “We’ve done quite enough of that.”

The blond smiled into the kiss and submitted to the other man’s command. They succumbed into another heated kiss, tasting one another in such a complete way that it might have seemed they feared this would never happen again.

Harry’s legs parted and he bent his knees to straddle Draco more fully, grinding his hips forcefully into Draco. His erection was straining and hard, screaming for more than even the attention Harry was offering it. The simple feel of hard skin against skin was not enough and Draco wanted more. He couldn’t hear the noises of their surroundings anymore; only his heart resounded in his ears to the beat of the words that Harry had said.

He moaned softly and pulled Harry closer to him, his hands greedily exploding every aspect of the other man’s body that he could. Draco rubbed Harry’s skin until it was red and raw and he bucked his hips against him. His long fingers wrapped around Harry’s sides and he slid them up until his thumbs could graze over the dark-haired man’s nipples.

Harry gasped into the kiss, his legs spreading further to allow more contact. It was overwhelming in sensations and Draco felt his stomach do summersaults. Harry’s hands were tugging at his silky hair, demanding more and more of him. The blond let his fingers trail down on one side and slither between the mounds of Harry’s bum, softly massaging at the skin.

Draco had apparently caught him off-guard as Harry’s neck arched backwards in surprise, his mouth moaning out a plea of passion. He grinned impishly and set his fingers on a course downward, carefully massaging little circles into the skin. Harry let beautiful little sounds escape his mouth as he curved his back to press his lips to Draco’s mouth again. He leaned into Draco’s movement and the blond took the cue.

He wrapped his arms around Harry’s back and rolled them both over so that he was not on top. The other man opened his eyes briefly and gave him a look of surprise which quickly changed to some kind of coy challenge. He pushed back up into Draco and seemed to be attempting to push himself back to the top.

Draco pressed his hands flat to Harry’s shoulders and pinned him down, gyrating his waist until his throbbing erection skimmed the surface of Harry’s entrance before moving onward. Harry gasped almost inaudibly and looked up with mild discomfort. Draco stopped and kissed him tenderly on the lips, reassuring him in his embrace. His fingers carded through the dark locks and gently caressed his face.

“Draco…” he whispered, his own hands refusing to sit idly by. He slid them down Draco’s back and cupped at his bum. “I…”

But he stopped there in favour of returning to the kisses. He nibbled at Draco’s lower lip while the blond sucked on his upper one. But Draco needed to know if Harry had reservations. He needed to know what was wrong. He pulled away and leaned on his elbows next to Harry’s head. Those green eyes gazed up and burned through him. He was filled with heat and desire and love, but the sensation of what Harry’s gaze gave him was even more powerful than that.

“What is it?” he asked in a soft husk. Their mouths were barely apart but somehow that short distance seemed more painful than miles might have been.

“I’ve never done this,” he answered, slight worry punctuating his sentence. Draco smiled slightly. “I’ve never felt quite this way… I…”

He had no more words and Draco was overcome with a different feeling. He held some kind of responsibility on his shoulders and some kind of control beyond what Harry did. True, he had never done this in practice either, but he was more well-versed in the matter than Harry was. He was the more confident one.

He thought on that for a moment then bit his lip.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked. But could he stop? Could he bring himself to put an end to their actions once lust and carnal desire had taken over? Could Draco fight against that and leave, physically unsatisfied for the sake of Harry’s comfort?

As he though, if ever a different person were lying underneath him, he didn’t think he could have. He would never have stopped to think a long while on the welfare of the person who shared his bed before (or blanket, in this case). But Harry was very different.

He loved Harry and he knew that if he asked it of Draco, he would indeed stop. No second thought.

“No, no,” Harry responded desperately. “Don’t stop. I want you…”

His words were breathy but strong as he said them, his eyes fluttered shut and he shook his head, occasionally leaning up to capture Draco’s lips as he did. The blond allowed him to and returned the kisses eagerly.

“Let me take care of you, Harry,” he whispered in a sultry tone. Harry moaned into the words as though he had been waiting his entire life to hear them. “Let me make you feel better than you have ever felt.”

“Yes,” was all Harry could manage to formulate as Draco’s hand drew a tantalizing line down his neck, softly caressing the curve of his body. His fingertips paused by the other man’s nipples and he tweaked each in turn, eliciting fanciful moans from his lover (for what else was he now, but his lover?).

He drew his long fingers further down, their lips glued together once more and their tongues fighting with one another. Draco’s fingers twisted in the dense trail of black hair that led the way down to a more worthy prize. Without a moment’s hesitation, Draco pulled his fingertips down the length of Harry’s hard shaft, carefully adding pressure to precise points. The little pearl of liquid at the head smeared down and relieved some of the mildly unpleasant friction.

“Mmm, Draco,” Harry moaned softly his own hands seeking out Draco’s hardness. He found it as Draco lifted himself slightly from Harry. The other man tugged at Draco’s erection with a smooth rhythm that drove Draco mad. Harry twisted his wrist, mimicking Draco’s movements on his own length, and forced a throaty groan from his lips.

“Yes, Harry,” Draco found himself whispering. “Like that…”

Their lips crashed together once more, unable to keep from a kiss for very long as their breath sped up and their hearts threatened to burst from their chests. Draco could feel Harry’s heart against his. He knew his own heart beat in time with it and they both felt like one person for a short while. It was fantastic.

As he stroked the other man, Draco brought himself to his knees and dragged his other hand down to rub at Harry’s sac. He softly stroked the sensitive skin and Harry panted more heavily. He knew that if he kept going at that rate for too long, it would be over too soon.

So Draco removed his hand from Harry’s erection and brought it down between Harry’s thighs instead. He pressed the tips of his fingers to the circle of muscle that delineated Harry’s entrance. Then it occurred to him.

If he was going to make Harry feel good, he could not do this dry.

His eyes widened briefly and he looked around them both. Saliva wouldn’t be enough. He didn’t want to risk anything at all. He couldn’t.

His eyes fell briefly on the large vial of Phoenix tears and he considered it for a moment.

--With a simple viscosity spell, the consistency would be right… plus it would alleviate any problems linked to tearing…--

NO. NO NO NO NO NO.

That was NOT why they had gone through everything they had. They had collected the Phoenix tears to use in order to help cure the pureblood curses. It was not to be wasted on sexual encounters, no matter how meaningful they were meant to be.

Draco shook the idea from his head, cursing himself for having considered it at all. He glanced around in desperate search for something more suitable.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked, his breathing rapid and uneven. His hands came up to cup Draco’s cheek and the blond smiled at him.

“Nothing,” he answered simply. He had hesitated on adding the word ‘love’ to that but it hadn’t come out. He leaned in for a kiss to reassure Harry who clearly didn’t believe him. The other man had started to move to sit up but Draco pushed him back down and smirked.

His hand searched deftly in the velvet bag that Luna had provided and he pulled out something rather unexpected. It was a simple vial full of oily purple liquid. It was unmarked except for the tiny inscription.

Just in case.

That was all it said and Draco had a sneaking suspicion that Luna was far more intuitive as to both Harry and Draco’s situation than either of them were. He tried very hard not to consider anything like that and gave his full attention to Harry.

He uncorked the vial and covered his fingers with it. It did not seem to have any adverse effects and so he ran a finger down between Harry’s thighs again. The other man, who had begun to protest, wanting to know more, abruptly stopped and hummed at the foreign feeling.

“Want more?” Draco cooed, his fingertip probing gently at the opening. He did not dare breach any further until Harry agreed. Harry’s hands came up and folded themselves into Draco’s hair again to pull him down for a kiss.

“Hell yes,” he answered demandingly. He sucked at Draco’s lip and further urged the blond to act with the jerky movements his body was making.

Draco didn’t say a word (mainly because his mouth was rather busy) but pressed his finger in further, sliding past the ring of muscle to stretch it. Harry immediately tensed around it and furrowed his brow. He gripped at Draco’s shoulders now, his muscles taught and shining from sweat.

The blond pulled away from the kiss and planted his hot lips in trails over Harry’s face and down his neck to distract him from the initial awkwardness. Once Harry relaxed, he slid the finger in and out slowly before adding another. Again, his body tensed until he accustomed himself to it, but then he demanded more.

“Fuck, Draco,” he said harshly, his eyes screwed shut. Harry’s fingers were digging into Draco’s skin but it didn’t matter. “Yes, move.”

Draco snickered softly and sucked at Harry’s neck as he added another finger, taking special caution not to move too quickly. He needed to prepare him fully. But Harry was impatient and deemed himself ready before Draco did.

“Harry,” Draco whispered softly, kissing his lover on the lips. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m not easily broken,” he shot back, bucking his hips against Draco’s fingers.

Draco couldn’t argue with that. He removed his fingers carefully and took the vial once more. Coating his own length with the fluid, he positioned himself at Harry’s entrance and hesitated as the head of his erection pushed at the opening. He took a deep breath before pushing forward in a slow but fluid motion, sheathing himself completely inside Harry.

“Ah, Draco!” Harry cried from the sudden surge of feeling. His face was screwed up from the mix of pain and pleasure but as Draco carefully began to move, the pain lessened and the ecstasy overwhelmed him.

“Fuck,” Draco let slip before he could stop it. Harry was so tight and the heat from their proximity was overpowering. He had to struggle to keep his breathing calm enough not to explode in that moment.

Harry’s knees bent as he opened himself further for Draco. The pull between them now was stronger than ever and Draco wanted all of it. He wanted to feel the incredible tension for the rest of eternity. He wanted the pressure, the supreme feeling of pleasure, the fascinating sense of security.

He smirked and decided to make this memorable. Or more so than it already would be.

He pulled one of Harry’s legs up and turned his lover onto his side. Harry gasped in surprise and awkwardness until Draco draped his lifted leg over his shoulder.

“Draco, ahh, what are –” he began to ask but Draco didn’t answer. Instead, he pushed in deeper and harder. Harry’s hands instinctively grasped at the blanket underneath him to vent the tension in his muscles as he tried to deal with the overload of sensations.

Draco thrust an agonizingly slow pace, but his movements were full of passion and heat. Harry moaned throatily with every movement until Draco hit just the right spot.

“Ah, Draco, yes!!” he cried. Harry clenched the muscles of his body as he screamed and Draco burst out from the power of the feeling as well.

“Yes, Harry!” he groaned, stopping a moment in hopes that he wouldn’t let it end just yet. But he was too close. The feeling of Harry around him and part of him was too much. He turned his head to kiss Harry’s leg and grasped at his hips with all of his strength to increase both the speed and the depth of his movements.

Draco brought one hand down to Harry’s shaft and began to pump it in time with his thrusts, wanting to pushed Harry further past his climax than he’d ever been before. They both flexed and panted hard into the movement. Everything around him whirled and dissolved into a chaotic mess of colours. Nothing existed but Harry and himself.

“Draco, ah, can’t!” Harry said as his body began to shudder. Draco sucked at the skin that was near him and pushed once more into Harry before he exploded with a violent force and covered himself and Draco’s hand with his essence.

Draco did not hold it any longer either and spilled out into Harry. His entire body convulsed with the power of the orgasm that shattered through him. He dropped Harry’s leg and collapsed next to him. His eyes were barely open but he could see that the other man was in a very similar state.

Harry turned to him with the last remnants of strength that he had and smiled goofily at Draco. Unable to stop himself, Draco smiled back pressing his lips to Harry’s once more before they descended into sleep.

Neither of them cared, while they laid together on that blanket outside, that every action had its consequence. For who cares, in the aftermath of love, about the bad that lays just beyond the horizon?

This was a safe place, an enchanted place. The Phoenixes took all worries with them to the land of the dead to sleep forever.

That was all that mattered, for now.

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A/N: They finally did it.

Now. I went about this chapter a specific way for specific reasons. After much deliberation, I decided that Harry was “bottom” because, at least in part, I wanted him to be the pampered one for once. I, as was stated, wanted Draco to take care of him instead. Harry always takes care of everyone else because of his nature. His turn to lie back and let good things come –no pun intended.

In any case, I also had them have full-on sex instead of just a blow job or something because of the situation. They were both stripped of their worries, their fears, their doubts, both vulnerable and completely naked (in every way) to one another. This was the best time for me to put in this scene. They needed it with one another. They needed the moments of bliss.

Yeah. I just felt I needed to say that. Now, I think this sex scene came out very different from the usual smut I write, and I hope you like it. I really really do.

Love to you all for reviews and support! I’ve also begun posting this and Memoirs on hpfandom. If anyone has any other suggestions of good sites to try out, I’d be very grateful!

Next chapter up soon!