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Too Much
Chapter Number/Total: 5/40
Chapter Title: Too Much
Words: 4720 Words
Draco Apparated them to their sitting room and had Babb bring them dinner there, next to the fireplace.
Harry began eating quickly, realising that he was even hungrier than he'd thought. "Well, what do you think?" he asked between bites.
Draco snorted as Harry wolfed his food down and talked with it in his mouth. The blond swallowed carefully. "About what?" he asked.
"About that meeting," Harry answered, gulping down some pumpkin juice.
Draco titled his head, smiling at Harry. "You did well," he said.
Harry smiled and gave a small shrug. "I suppose I did all right," he said.
Draco hadn't really eaten much since Christmas Eve, and while his appetite was improving, he still wasn't very hungry. After eating about half his food, he pushed his plate away and sat back, watching his lover. He was glad to see Harry was eating better.
Harry looked at Draco's plate, still eating his own food. "You aren't hungry?" he asked. "I was bloody starving."
Draco smiled, sliding off his shoes and brought his feet up onto the sofa. "I am glad to see that you are," he said. He slid his toes forward, pushing them a bit under Harry's arse.
Harry shrugged again and took another bite, his mouth too full for talking at the moment.
Draco waited while Harry ate, enjoying that the only noise in the room was the crackling fire and the sounds of his husband chewing.
Harry felt a bit odd being watched while he ate, but it didn't deter him much and he finished quickly, leaning back against the couch when his plate was empty. "Oh, I'm full," he said with a sigh, patting his stomach lightly.
Draco smirked, grey eyes glittering as he thought of the multiple lewd responses to the statement, but he remained quiet.
Harry looked over at his husband and smiled. "What are you so quiet for?" he asked, snuggling closer to him.
Draco shrugged, still smiling. "I am quiet sometimes," he teased, then leaned over for a soft kiss.
Harry let out a very small snort and returned the kiss before pulling back just a little bit to look into Draco's face, resting the side of his head against the back of the couch.
Draco mirrored him, laying his head against the couch looking happily at him, his hand reaching for Harry's. "You aren't upset with me for challenging you in the meeting?" he asked.
"No," Harry said with another sigh. "I already knew you thought that, and you are entitled to your own opinions. I don't always have to agree with them all."
"Good," Draco said, smirking again, "because it isn't likely to ever happen." He laughed softly.
"Probably right," Harry said and then paused. "No, I know you're right."
Draco slid silver fingers up Harry's arm, over his sleeve, until he came to bare skin at the neckline. He softly ran smooth fingertips over that skin, watching his lover's face as he did.
Harry smiled, feeling very content. He sighed happily at the feel of those fingers and felt very, very good right then, sitting with what he thought was the most beautiful man on the planet.
"Do you want to go to bed early? Or do you have other plans?" Draco asked softly, silver fingers caressing Harry's neck and chin.
Harry smirked a bit, but it looked kind of goofy accompanied with his happy, sleepy expression. "Do you?" he said.
"You look pretty sleepy," Draco said. "Maybe I should let you rest."
Harry frowned a bit at that. "Has being tired ever put me off before?" he asked with an amused eyebrow raise.
Draco pushed off the couch and stood for a moment, then reached his hands for Harry to help him up.
Harry smiled gently and took Draco's hands, getting up from the couch. He stood close to Draco, staring at him.
Draco slid his hands up Harry's arms again, then down his chest to the hem of his shirt. He never took his eyes off of his lover's as he then slid his hands under the shirt, flesh and silver fingers sliding up, lifting the garment.
Harry lifted his arms, pleasant tingling sensations in every part of skin Draco touched.
Draco slid the shirt up and off, tossing it onto the sofa. He smiled at the pendant that hung glittering against Harry's chest. He slowly dragged his fingers back down the undersides of Harry's arms, using just a touch of nail as he did.
"Mmm," Harry moaned, a thrill running through him with the feeling of the nails. He could feel the heat of arousal flooding his lower half.
Draco's fingernails ran down and over his lover's pectoral muscles and then down the centre of his chest, over his stomach and finally came to rest - flesh hand on his belly and silver hand cupping him below. "How do you want it?" Draco purred in a low, sexy voice.
"Why do you always insist on asking me that when I can barely think?" Harry replied, his cock twitching as Draco grabbed it.
Draco could feel the flutter of magic in Harry's belly as much as he could the twitch of his cock, as he caressed both. He smiled wickedly. "Soft and gentle, or wild and kinky?" Draco purred again, making his words sound as seductive as his touch.
Harry was very, very torn. He didn't know which one he wanted right then. "Ummm," he said, trying to ignore the hand on his crotch, which was not an easy thing to do.
Draco huffed, smiling, and brought both hands together at the fasteners of Harry's trousers, slowly opening them and then sliding them, with his shorts, down his legs, hands caressing flesh as he did.
Harry let out a quiet, heavy breath, standing there and letting Draco undress him. He felt so utterly comfortable with him, perfect with him, and so in love with him. There was nothing better than the hands against his own flesh, nothing better than those grey eyes, that pale skin, absolutely nothing better than Draco.
Draco's hands steadied Harry as he nudged him to step out of the trousers and then he tossed them onto the sofa. He slowly dragged his nails up Harry's legs until both hands rested on the other man's hips. Draco smiled softly. He leaned forward and, just before his lips touched Harry's, whispered, "Lie down on the rug in front of the fire, face down."
Harry ached to kiss Draco, but bit his lip instead and stepped around him slowly, moving to the rug. The fire felt so warm and made him even more comfortable. He lowered himself to his knees and then lay down, turning his face towards the fire, his eyes half-closed.
Draco watched the firelight play over his lover's skin and sucked in a breath. He removed his own clothes now, laying them over the arm at one end of the couch and picking up his wand. Then he stood over Harry, admiring him. He flicked his wand with whispered incantations. Dinner remains removed themselves to the kitchen and several objects appeared in their place. He walked over and straddled his husband, sitting comfortably on that soft arse, his half-hard cock nestled against his crevasse.
Harry smiled gently and licked his lips, moving just a small bit underneath Draco, feeling that cock so very close to being where he loved it to be.
"Cross your wrists above your head," Draco said quietly.
Harry shivered at Draco's voice and did as told, lifting his arms up above him on the rug.
Draco used another of those lovely spells he had gotten from that book on sex magic and Harry found a silky blindfold over his eyes.
Harry sucked in a breath and licked his lips again. His cock twitched and he tried to keep his breathing steady, already feeling like he would be panting soon.
Picking up an object from the table, Draco leaned forward until he could reach Harry's wrists and clicked the cold metal handcuffs around them. They had been one of Harry's birthday presents from the twins. Draco grinned.
Harry shivered again, his heart speeding up. And the feel of Draco's body moving over top of him was maddening. He nearly whimpered, but held it in.
Draco had set a special bottle of oil near the fire to warm and now uncorked it, coating his flesh and silver hand in scented potion. His cock was harder now and still pressed into the cleft of Harry's arse. He leaned forward and began rubbing the oil into Harry's neck, working the muscles under his hands.
"Mmm," Harry hummed, Draco's touch intensified because he couldn't see and could only focus on his other senses. He rolled his head on his neck a bit and rolled his shoulders, feeling content even with handcuffs and a blindfold on.
Draco focused completely on Harry's body, massaging his shoulders, arms, and then down his back. When he reached the base of Harry's spine, Draco slid down, his cock sliding lower as he massaged the strong muscles in the other man's hips and arse.
It felt so good to be treated like this, to feel like he was the only person on earth. Harry moaned quietly at the feel of Draco's beautiful cock sliding against him. "Draco," he whispered. "Mmm, Draco."
Draco was enraptured with Harry's oiled backside, glistening in the flickering firelight. He debated with himself which of the two options he had offered Harry would be best. He had both possibilities still open to him.
Harry stayed completely still, relaxed and warm. He was breathing deeply and vaguely wondering what Draco was going to do with him.
"Last chance to choose," Draco said quietly, fingers resting on the soft mounds of Harry's arse as he straddled his thighs.
Harry tried to decide, distracted with Draco's fingers on his arse cheeks, and he bit his lip again. On the one hand, he was feeling sleepy and relaxed and the soft, gentle option sounded good, but he also knew that he would be wide awake if they went for the wild and kinky. He smiled. "Let's go for kinky, but not too wild," he said, deciding to combine the options.
"Well," Draco drawled, "you are halfway there already. The cuffs are not the only gift from the twins you are wearing. I just massaged you with a potion that will heighten sensation." He began running slick fingers along the crevasse of Harry's arse as he talked.
Harry let out a shaky breath. "Then what are you waiting for?" he asked, the fingers near his entrance already giving him more pleasure than they should have been at that point.
Draco chuckled, shaking his head as he ran his hands up Harry's arse and back, not yet giving him what he knew he wanted. He pressed his own hips forward, sliding his cock up and down the crevasse of his lover and coating himself with the oil in the process.
Now that the potion had begun to soak into his skin, Harry could feel every little movement that Draco made. "Oh, Merlin," he said in a shaky voice, knowing that it hadn't even taken full effect yet.
"I wonder what it will feel like inside you?" Draco asked in a husky voice, his hard cock pressed between Harry's cheeks as he ran fingers in swirling patterns over his back.
Harry gasped at just the simple movements Draco made with his fingers, whimpering slightly. "Fucking good if it's anything like how your hand feels on me," he gasped.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, beginning to pant as his cock slid back and forth over Harry's entrance but not entering. He used his hands to massage Harry's arse again, pushing that flesh tight together around his own flesh as he did.
Harry was panting now, the sensation of Draco's skin against his own making him crazy. He almost wanted to demand that Draco fuck him. He moaned loudly and squirmed, feeling high, like he was floating, and he knew Draco's cock would give him so much more pleasure.
Draco knew he could come from this, just the feeling of his cock pressed between Harry's beautiful arse cheeks. He chuckled, knowing that would drive the other man insane. But he felt wicked at this point, wanting to make him beg for it. So he enjoyed the squirming and maintained the same slow slide.
Harry let out a frustrated moan that almost sounded like a sob. "Draco," he said, voice tight and strained. "Merlin, Draco."
"Yes, love?" Draco teased, still rocking slowly.
"Uggh, please fuck me!" Harry nearly shouted. "Please!" The feelings in him were almost like Draco was already fucking him, but the knowledge that it could be even better was driving him up the wall. He wanted to pull his hair out.
"I have you at my mercy, Potter," Draco chuckled. "Do you think you could get off just from me coming against your slick arse?"
Harry knew he could, but he still wanted Draco inside him. "Yes," he growled, thinking that Draco was a very cruel man. "But I want you to fuck me."
"I love it when you beg." Draco smirked. "Do you remember begging me the first time?"
Harry didn't quite know if he could remember anything at that point. "Has there ever been a time when I didn't beg?" he asked, wondering how he could even get a coherent sentence out.
Draco chuckled but it was interrupted by a moan as the sensations grew stronger. He reached oil-slicked fingers again to Harry's entrance, rubbing that tight flesh.
Harry's body jerked and he cried out. "Fucking hell I'm about to order you to fuck me!" he yelled, writhing under Draco, those fingers feeling far better than they should. Far, far better.
"No need love," Draco moaned, pressing fingers in smoothly but quickly, rubbing that lovely oil over Harry's prostate as he prepared him.
Harry's eyes widened underneath the blindfold. "OH MY GOD!" he shouted, arching and pulling at the handcuffs. He'd never felt anything like this before in his life. He was panting and wondering how he hadn't come yet.
Draco quickly withdrew his fingers and slid the head of his cock down, pressing into Harry. He was still straddling him, so he spread his own legs wide and leaned forward so that he was on hands and knees above his lover. He lowered himself then, entering Harry and pressing the front of his body against Harry's back.
It was as if the world had exploded. Harry would have arched again if Draco weren't spread over him like he was, not that he minded that Draco was spread over him. He could have sworn he was having mini-orgasms all over his body. Every place Draco touched felt on fire, very, very, very good fire. And his arse - Holy. Fucking. Shit. His arse felt - Merlin, he didn't even know what it felt like. Filled with white-hot heat and magic, and, oh bloody Merlin, Draco had rubbed his prostate with that potion and he was in him! Harry felt like his brain was going to melt.
Draco shuddered and nearly collapsed on top of Harry as sensations robbed him of control and Harry's magic flared like wildfire, making the sensations of the potion even more intense. He swore he was aware of every nerve that touched Harry, inside and out. Draco cried out, using taut muscles to slide against Harry, pulling out and pushing back in without breaking contact.
Harry didn't know how much of this he could take before he felt like it was going to kill him with sensation. He could barely breathe. All he could do was scream with rapture and ecstasy. He wondered if the entire wizarding world could hear him.
All Draco could do was move, sliding skin against skin as he felt Harry's body below him and surrounding his cock. Draco's breathing was ragged and he was dizzy from the overpowering sensations. He was aware of absolutely nothing but their bodies. Nothing else existed.
Harry pushed up into Draco and onto his cock as best he could with only instinct allowing him to do so, because he wasn't thinking - at all. Draco's cock felt so fucking good. He was going to come. He was going to come very soon. The steady build up was so strong, he felt lost in it and totally submerged.
Draco may have been on top, but the minute he pressed himself against and inside Harry, he lost all control of the situation. It was the combination of the potion, their bodies and Harry's magic that set the pace. He could feel the magic building and his own body speeding up. He could have been coming already for all he knew anymore. His body continued to shudder with each move and he was moaning incoherently.
Harry made fists with his hands, and his toes curled, and he screamed louder than ever as he finally released, feeling like some sort of firearm had actually gone off inside him and sent waves and waves of pleasure crashing down on him and through him. He felt it in every inch of his body, every single little part. It was so strong it hurt almost, but almost was the key word there, because it most definitely did NOT hurt. His mind was wiped blank and he lay shuddering, and whimpering, and moaning under Draco.
Passion and pleasure, so hot that it felt like a furnace, rolled over and through Draco. He completely collapsed on top of Harry, his arms and legs holding him tight as he cried out, tears flowing down his face as his come filled his husband.
Harry couldn't move, couldn't speak, could hardly breathe. He was suspended in some kind of timeless place, floating somewhere, as far as he knew. He did know one thing - Draco was with him. He could feel him.
Could a person feel so much they could no longer feel anything at all? Draco curled over and around Harry, body flooded with sensations beyond what his brain even understood anymore. He was somewhere warm, comfortable and with his husband. That was all that mattered.
It was probably only minutes, but it might have been hours and Harry wouldn't have been able to tell. He finally lifted his head, which felt very heavy, and moved his shoulder around to shake Draco a bit. He still couldn't see anything. "Draco?" He meant to say it in his normal voice, but it came out raspy and almost a whisper.
"Mmm," Draco barely made any sound.
"We're on the floor," Harry rasped, but he didn't much care if they moved or not. Not really anyway.
Draco's only response was to rub his still-sensitive body against Harry's and then gasp again.
Harry let out a strange noise that sounded like a cross between an "Ooh" and a moan as a jolt went through him. We're never going to move from this spot, he thought, and he found the thought didn't bother him very much at all.
Draco couldn't move. He was exhausted. He didn't even remember that the man under him was handcuffed and blindfolded, not that he could have done much about it anyway.
Harry groaned and shifted around, but stopped moving when more jolts shot through him as he rubbed against Draco. It didn't feel very good at all to be pressed into the floor for an extended period of time, and his skin was so sensitive it was uncomfortable. His previous thought that he could've stayed there forever wasn't sounding so good anymore. He also wanted the handcuffs off and the blindfold removed, and wanted to collapse into bed as exhausted as he still felt. "Draco," he groaned.
Draco was still clutching Harry, thighs straddling him and arms around his upper body.
Harry could feel Draco's breath against the back of his neck but he wasn't moving. "Draco," he groaned again.
"Mmm?" murmured the blond on top of him.
"You're heavy," Harry complained. "And this floor is hard."
"Feel heavy," Draco slurred, but then tried to move. It took him a minute, but he finally slid sideways off his lover, hissing at his oversensitive skin.
Harry moaned and remained still after Draco was off of him. "I can't see," he said after a few moments.
Draco blinked. "Not sure I can either," he moaned, fumbling around for his wand.
Harry might have snorted, but couldn't seem to manage that.
Draco's fingers finally closed on his wand. It took him a couple tries to cast Finite on the blindfold.
Harry lifted his head and blinked his eyes quite a few times. "I can't do much with my arms either," he said, giving the handcuffs around his wrists a shake. His arms were still above his head.
"I don't remember the unlocking spell for them," Draco sighed.
Harry gave a weak huff. "Well, what do I do then?" he asked, looking at Draco with slightly raised eyebrows.
"You're the one who can do wandless magic," the blond said, closing his eyes again.
"Are you kidding?" Harry asked. "I can hardly move right now." He groaned again.
"Same here," Draco mumbled. "I think we used too much of that potion."
"You used too much," Harry replied. "I don't think it's meant to be used as massage oil."
Draco chuckled weakly. "Felt s'good though," he slurred, still feeling high.
Harry smiled and nodded. "Very," he said.
"You seem more awake," Draco groaned. "Can you get us to bed?"
"Dracooo," Harry whined, not feeling like trying to attempt anything wandless at the moment, but he knew he would try. "How is it that I was practically covered in the stuff and I'm more awake than you?"
Draco smirked. "I always get double with you."
"Ah, right," Harry said, smirking just a tiny bit despite himself. He closed his eyes and concentrated very hard on moving his hands and arms again. It took at least five minutes before the handcuffs finally clicked and he was able to free himself. "Ahh," he sighed, rubbing his wrists where he had been pulling against the metal.
Draco lay on his back, eyes half closed as Harry freed himself. He couldn't help but be pleased by the knowledge that Harry could get out of most restraints now.
Harry sighed heavily and tried to push himself into a sitting position, but only managed to lift himself halfway so that he was supporting his upper body with his arms. His entire backside was tingling. "All right, so how do we get to bed now?"
"Why do I have to know?" Draco complained. Then huffed. "Maybe a Cleaning Charm would get the stuff off of us? I don't know how long it is supposed to last but I can still feel it."
"I can too," said Harry with a rather large yawn.
"Can y'do the charm?" Draco asked.
Harry groaned again. "Let's not use that much anymore," he muttered, trying to concentrate on a Cleaning Charm now. Surprisingly, it took even longer than freeing himself had, but he finally managed to do one on Draco ... maybe. "Did it work?" he asked, feeling very weak.
"Touch my chest, carefully, and I will tell you," he answered.
Harry reached out a hand and tenderly pressed just the tip of his finger to Draco's chest.
Draco shivered at the touch, his over-stimulated cock twitching from just the small contact. "I am going to kill them," he muttered.
Harry groaned. "It didn't work?" he asked.
Draco gingerly brought a hand up to touch his own skin. It still felt more sensitive than normal but it wasn't oily anymore. "I think the Cleaning Charm worked, but the stuff has soaked into our skin," he said.
"Well, what do we do then?" Harry whined. "How long is it going to take to wear off?"
"How would I know?" Draco said, whining as well. "This stuff didn't come with instructions or a warning label!"
"Fred and George," Harry growled, frustrated. "Bloody, Merlin."
"If you want to explain the problem," Draco said, rolling his eyes, "you can Floo call them and ask. In the meantime, let's find a way back to bed." Draco concentrated hard and managed a Cleaning Spell on Harry. Not his best, but he glistened less now.
"I'd rather them not know we used any of their bloody gifts," Harry said. "Think you can Apparate?" He wasn't so sure if he could himself.
"Not a safe idea at this point," Draco sighed "I could barely manage the fucking Cleaning Charm."
"I couldn't either," Harry said. "Should we try to walk?"
"Can you manage to Ennervate me?" Draco countered.
"Maybe," said Harry, but he was sick of using his energy trying to do wandless magic. "Where's my wand?" he asked before simply Summoning it, and even that seemed to take longer. He pointed his wand at Draco and muttered the spell, waiting to see if it worked.
"Ahh," Draco sighed. "That's a bit better." Of course, he also had little shivers from Harry's magic, even if it was weaker than normal. "Now we try to walk to bed?" he asked, rolling onto his side to attempt sitting up.
"Do one on me?" Harry asked. "If you can."
Draco raised an eyebrow but nodded. He managed to make it into a sitting position and then cast the spell on Harry.
Harry groaned again as he felt that slight rush of energy and managed to push himself up as well. "Okay," he said more to himself than to Draco. He braced himself on the floor and tried to get to his feet, wobbling all over the place.
Draco snickered at the sight, still sitting on his arse.
Harry scowled at Draco and fell down to his knees. He growled and, after another minute, finally stood. Now to make it from the fireplace to the bedroom ....
The blond picked up his wand and pointed in the direction of his lab. "Accio Pepper-up Potion," he said, and he held up his hand to catch the bottle.
"Is it safe for me to take all this?" Harry asked, suddenly worried about the potion from Fred and George.
Draco shrugged, taking a sip from the bottle. "I lived on these things for a couple months," he answered.
"I mean with the baby and all," Harry said, pressing a gentle hand to his stomach, still trying to stay standing.
"Oh, merde'," Draco cursed. "No, you shouldn't take the potion."
"What about Fred and George's potion?" Harry asked nervously.
Draco got shakily to his feet and laid a hand on Harry's belly, closing his eyes. Even the simple touch made him shiver but he focused on what he felt inside his husband. "He's fine," Draco said.
Harry heaved a sigh of relief. "Good," he said, also shivering from the touch.
Draco took Harry's hand with his silver one. Since Harry's hands had been bound and the silver one didn't have pores, he hoped it meant it was safe to use his hand to help him back to the bedroom.
Harry didn't feel too much of anything when Draco touched him with his hand and he tried to focus on making it to their bed, taking very steady, slow steps.
Draco could walk steadier now and was able to help Harry to bed, leading him along.
Chapter Title: Too Much
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Draco Apparated them to their sitting room and had Babb bring them dinner there, next to the fireplace.
Harry began eating quickly, realising that he was even hungrier than he'd thought. "Well, what do you think?" he asked between bites.
Draco snorted as Harry wolfed his food down and talked with it in his mouth. The blond swallowed carefully. "About what?" he asked.
"About that meeting," Harry answered, gulping down some pumpkin juice.
Draco titled his head, smiling at Harry. "You did well," he said.
Harry smiled and gave a small shrug. "I suppose I did all right," he said.
Draco hadn't really eaten much since Christmas Eve, and while his appetite was improving, he still wasn't very hungry. After eating about half his food, he pushed his plate away and sat back, watching his lover. He was glad to see Harry was eating better.
Harry looked at Draco's plate, still eating his own food. "You aren't hungry?" he asked. "I was bloody starving."
Draco smiled, sliding off his shoes and brought his feet up onto the sofa. "I am glad to see that you are," he said. He slid his toes forward, pushing them a bit under Harry's arse.
Harry shrugged again and took another bite, his mouth too full for talking at the moment.
Draco waited while Harry ate, enjoying that the only noise in the room was the crackling fire and the sounds of his husband chewing.
Harry felt a bit odd being watched while he ate, but it didn't deter him much and he finished quickly, leaning back against the couch when his plate was empty. "Oh, I'm full," he said with a sigh, patting his stomach lightly.
Draco smirked, grey eyes glittering as he thought of the multiple lewd responses to the statement, but he remained quiet.
Harry looked over at his husband and smiled. "What are you so quiet for?" he asked, snuggling closer to him.
Draco shrugged, still smiling. "I am quiet sometimes," he teased, then leaned over for a soft kiss.
Harry let out a very small snort and returned the kiss before pulling back just a little bit to look into Draco's face, resting the side of his head against the back of the couch.
Draco mirrored him, laying his head against the couch looking happily at him, his hand reaching for Harry's. "You aren't upset with me for challenging you in the meeting?" he asked.
"No," Harry said with another sigh. "I already knew you thought that, and you are entitled to your own opinions. I don't always have to agree with them all."
"Good," Draco said, smirking again, "because it isn't likely to ever happen." He laughed softly.
"Probably right," Harry said and then paused. "No, I know you're right."
Draco slid silver fingers up Harry's arm, over his sleeve, until he came to bare skin at the neckline. He softly ran smooth fingertips over that skin, watching his lover's face as he did.
Harry smiled, feeling very content. He sighed happily at the feel of those fingers and felt very, very good right then, sitting with what he thought was the most beautiful man on the planet.
"Do you want to go to bed early? Or do you have other plans?" Draco asked softly, silver fingers caressing Harry's neck and chin.
Harry smirked a bit, but it looked kind of goofy accompanied with his happy, sleepy expression. "Do you?" he said.
"You look pretty sleepy," Draco said. "Maybe I should let you rest."
Harry frowned a bit at that. "Has being tired ever put me off before?" he asked with an amused eyebrow raise.
Draco pushed off the couch and stood for a moment, then reached his hands for Harry to help him up.
Harry smiled gently and took Draco's hands, getting up from the couch. He stood close to Draco, staring at him.
Draco slid his hands up Harry's arms again, then down his chest to the hem of his shirt. He never took his eyes off of his lover's as he then slid his hands under the shirt, flesh and silver fingers sliding up, lifting the garment.
Harry lifted his arms, pleasant tingling sensations in every part of skin Draco touched.
Draco slid the shirt up and off, tossing it onto the sofa. He smiled at the pendant that hung glittering against Harry's chest. He slowly dragged his fingers back down the undersides of Harry's arms, using just a touch of nail as he did.
"Mmm," Harry moaned, a thrill running through him with the feeling of the nails. He could feel the heat of arousal flooding his lower half.
Draco's fingernails ran down and over his lover's pectoral muscles and then down the centre of his chest, over his stomach and finally came to rest - flesh hand on his belly and silver hand cupping him below. "How do you want it?" Draco purred in a low, sexy voice.
"Why do you always insist on asking me that when I can barely think?" Harry replied, his cock twitching as Draco grabbed it.
Draco could feel the flutter of magic in Harry's belly as much as he could the twitch of his cock, as he caressed both. He smiled wickedly. "Soft and gentle, or wild and kinky?" Draco purred again, making his words sound as seductive as his touch.
Harry was very, very torn. He didn't know which one he wanted right then. "Ummm," he said, trying to ignore the hand on his crotch, which was not an easy thing to do.
Draco huffed, smiling, and brought both hands together at the fasteners of Harry's trousers, slowly opening them and then sliding them, with his shorts, down his legs, hands caressing flesh as he did.
Harry let out a quiet, heavy breath, standing there and letting Draco undress him. He felt so utterly comfortable with him, perfect with him, and so in love with him. There was nothing better than the hands against his own flesh, nothing better than those grey eyes, that pale skin, absolutely nothing better than Draco.
Draco's hands steadied Harry as he nudged him to step out of the trousers and then he tossed them onto the sofa. He slowly dragged his nails up Harry's legs until both hands rested on the other man's hips. Draco smiled softly. He leaned forward and, just before his lips touched Harry's, whispered, "Lie down on the rug in front of the fire, face down."
Harry ached to kiss Draco, but bit his lip instead and stepped around him slowly, moving to the rug. The fire felt so warm and made him even more comfortable. He lowered himself to his knees and then lay down, turning his face towards the fire, his eyes half-closed.
Draco watched the firelight play over his lover's skin and sucked in a breath. He removed his own clothes now, laying them over the arm at one end of the couch and picking up his wand. Then he stood over Harry, admiring him. He flicked his wand with whispered incantations. Dinner remains removed themselves to the kitchen and several objects appeared in their place. He walked over and straddled his husband, sitting comfortably on that soft arse, his half-hard cock nestled against his crevasse.
Harry smiled gently and licked his lips, moving just a small bit underneath Draco, feeling that cock so very close to being where he loved it to be.
"Cross your wrists above your head," Draco said quietly.
Harry shivered at Draco's voice and did as told, lifting his arms up above him on the rug.
Draco used another of those lovely spells he had gotten from that book on sex magic and Harry found a silky blindfold over his eyes.
Harry sucked in a breath and licked his lips again. His cock twitched and he tried to keep his breathing steady, already feeling like he would be panting soon.
Picking up an object from the table, Draco leaned forward until he could reach Harry's wrists and clicked the cold metal handcuffs around them. They had been one of Harry's birthday presents from the twins. Draco grinned.
Harry shivered again, his heart speeding up. And the feel of Draco's body moving over top of him was maddening. He nearly whimpered, but held it in.
Draco had set a special bottle of oil near the fire to warm and now uncorked it, coating his flesh and silver hand in scented potion. His cock was harder now and still pressed into the cleft of Harry's arse. He leaned forward and began rubbing the oil into Harry's neck, working the muscles under his hands.
"Mmm," Harry hummed, Draco's touch intensified because he couldn't see and could only focus on his other senses. He rolled his head on his neck a bit and rolled his shoulders, feeling content even with handcuffs and a blindfold on.
Draco focused completely on Harry's body, massaging his shoulders, arms, and then down his back. When he reached the base of Harry's spine, Draco slid down, his cock sliding lower as he massaged the strong muscles in the other man's hips and arse.
It felt so good to be treated like this, to feel like he was the only person on earth. Harry moaned quietly at the feel of Draco's beautiful cock sliding against him. "Draco," he whispered. "Mmm, Draco."
Draco was enraptured with Harry's oiled backside, glistening in the flickering firelight. He debated with himself which of the two options he had offered Harry would be best. He had both possibilities still open to him.
Harry stayed completely still, relaxed and warm. He was breathing deeply and vaguely wondering what Draco was going to do with him.
"Last chance to choose," Draco said quietly, fingers resting on the soft mounds of Harry's arse as he straddled his thighs.
Harry tried to decide, distracted with Draco's fingers on his arse cheeks, and he bit his lip again. On the one hand, he was feeling sleepy and relaxed and the soft, gentle option sounded good, but he also knew that he would be wide awake if they went for the wild and kinky. He smiled. "Let's go for kinky, but not too wild," he said, deciding to combine the options.
"Well," Draco drawled, "you are halfway there already. The cuffs are not the only gift from the twins you are wearing. I just massaged you with a potion that will heighten sensation." He began running slick fingers along the crevasse of Harry's arse as he talked.
Harry let out a shaky breath. "Then what are you waiting for?" he asked, the fingers near his entrance already giving him more pleasure than they should have been at that point.
Draco chuckled, shaking his head as he ran his hands up Harry's arse and back, not yet giving him what he knew he wanted. He pressed his own hips forward, sliding his cock up and down the crevasse of his lover and coating himself with the oil in the process.
Now that the potion had begun to soak into his skin, Harry could feel every little movement that Draco made. "Oh, Merlin," he said in a shaky voice, knowing that it hadn't even taken full effect yet.
"I wonder what it will feel like inside you?" Draco asked in a husky voice, his hard cock pressed between Harry's cheeks as he ran fingers in swirling patterns over his back.
Harry gasped at just the simple movements Draco made with his fingers, whimpering slightly. "Fucking good if it's anything like how your hand feels on me," he gasped.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, beginning to pant as his cock slid back and forth over Harry's entrance but not entering. He used his hands to massage Harry's arse again, pushing that flesh tight together around his own flesh as he did.
Harry was panting now, the sensation of Draco's skin against his own making him crazy. He almost wanted to demand that Draco fuck him. He moaned loudly and squirmed, feeling high, like he was floating, and he knew Draco's cock would give him so much more pleasure.
Draco knew he could come from this, just the feeling of his cock pressed between Harry's beautiful arse cheeks. He chuckled, knowing that would drive the other man insane. But he felt wicked at this point, wanting to make him beg for it. So he enjoyed the squirming and maintained the same slow slide.
Harry let out a frustrated moan that almost sounded like a sob. "Draco," he said, voice tight and strained. "Merlin, Draco."
"Yes, love?" Draco teased, still rocking slowly.
"Uggh, please fuck me!" Harry nearly shouted. "Please!" The feelings in him were almost like Draco was already fucking him, but the knowledge that it could be even better was driving him up the wall. He wanted to pull his hair out.
"I have you at my mercy, Potter," Draco chuckled. "Do you think you could get off just from me coming against your slick arse?"
Harry knew he could, but he still wanted Draco inside him. "Yes," he growled, thinking that Draco was a very cruel man. "But I want you to fuck me."
"I love it when you beg." Draco smirked. "Do you remember begging me the first time?"
Harry didn't quite know if he could remember anything at that point. "Has there ever been a time when I didn't beg?" he asked, wondering how he could even get a coherent sentence out.
Draco chuckled but it was interrupted by a moan as the sensations grew stronger. He reached oil-slicked fingers again to Harry's entrance, rubbing that tight flesh.
Harry's body jerked and he cried out. "Fucking hell I'm about to order you to fuck me!" he yelled, writhing under Draco, those fingers feeling far better than they should. Far, far better.
"No need love," Draco moaned, pressing fingers in smoothly but quickly, rubbing that lovely oil over Harry's prostate as he prepared him.
Harry's eyes widened underneath the blindfold. "OH MY GOD!" he shouted, arching and pulling at the handcuffs. He'd never felt anything like this before in his life. He was panting and wondering how he hadn't come yet.
Draco quickly withdrew his fingers and slid the head of his cock down, pressing into Harry. He was still straddling him, so he spread his own legs wide and leaned forward so that he was on hands and knees above his lover. He lowered himself then, entering Harry and pressing the front of his body against Harry's back.
It was as if the world had exploded. Harry would have arched again if Draco weren't spread over him like he was, not that he minded that Draco was spread over him. He could have sworn he was having mini-orgasms all over his body. Every place Draco touched felt on fire, very, very, very good fire. And his arse - Holy. Fucking. Shit. His arse felt - Merlin, he didn't even know what it felt like. Filled with white-hot heat and magic, and, oh bloody Merlin, Draco had rubbed his prostate with that potion and he was in him! Harry felt like his brain was going to melt.
Draco shuddered and nearly collapsed on top of Harry as sensations robbed him of control and Harry's magic flared like wildfire, making the sensations of the potion even more intense. He swore he was aware of every nerve that touched Harry, inside and out. Draco cried out, using taut muscles to slide against Harry, pulling out and pushing back in without breaking contact.
Harry didn't know how much of this he could take before he felt like it was going to kill him with sensation. He could barely breathe. All he could do was scream with rapture and ecstasy. He wondered if the entire wizarding world could hear him.
All Draco could do was move, sliding skin against skin as he felt Harry's body below him and surrounding his cock. Draco's breathing was ragged and he was dizzy from the overpowering sensations. He was aware of absolutely nothing but their bodies. Nothing else existed.
Harry pushed up into Draco and onto his cock as best he could with only instinct allowing him to do so, because he wasn't thinking - at all. Draco's cock felt so fucking good. He was going to come. He was going to come very soon. The steady build up was so strong, he felt lost in it and totally submerged.
Draco may have been on top, but the minute he pressed himself against and inside Harry, he lost all control of the situation. It was the combination of the potion, their bodies and Harry's magic that set the pace. He could feel the magic building and his own body speeding up. He could have been coming already for all he knew anymore. His body continued to shudder with each move and he was moaning incoherently.
Harry made fists with his hands, and his toes curled, and he screamed louder than ever as he finally released, feeling like some sort of firearm had actually gone off inside him and sent waves and waves of pleasure crashing down on him and through him. He felt it in every inch of his body, every single little part. It was so strong it hurt almost, but almost was the key word there, because it most definitely did NOT hurt. His mind was wiped blank and he lay shuddering, and whimpering, and moaning under Draco.
Passion and pleasure, so hot that it felt like a furnace, rolled over and through Draco. He completely collapsed on top of Harry, his arms and legs holding him tight as he cried out, tears flowing down his face as his come filled his husband.
Harry couldn't move, couldn't speak, could hardly breathe. He was suspended in some kind of timeless place, floating somewhere, as far as he knew. He did know one thing - Draco was with him. He could feel him.
Could a person feel so much they could no longer feel anything at all? Draco curled over and around Harry, body flooded with sensations beyond what his brain even understood anymore. He was somewhere warm, comfortable and with his husband. That was all that mattered.
It was probably only minutes, but it might have been hours and Harry wouldn't have been able to tell. He finally lifted his head, which felt very heavy, and moved his shoulder around to shake Draco a bit. He still couldn't see anything. "Draco?" He meant to say it in his normal voice, but it came out raspy and almost a whisper.
"Mmm," Draco barely made any sound.
"We're on the floor," Harry rasped, but he didn't much care if they moved or not. Not really anyway.
Draco's only response was to rub his still-sensitive body against Harry's and then gasp again.
Harry let out a strange noise that sounded like a cross between an "Ooh" and a moan as a jolt went through him. We're never going to move from this spot, he thought, and he found the thought didn't bother him very much at all.
Draco couldn't move. He was exhausted. He didn't even remember that the man under him was handcuffed and blindfolded, not that he could have done much about it anyway.
Harry groaned and shifted around, but stopped moving when more jolts shot through him as he rubbed against Draco. It didn't feel very good at all to be pressed into the floor for an extended period of time, and his skin was so sensitive it was uncomfortable. His previous thought that he could've stayed there forever wasn't sounding so good anymore. He also wanted the handcuffs off and the blindfold removed, and wanted to collapse into bed as exhausted as he still felt. "Draco," he groaned.
Draco was still clutching Harry, thighs straddling him and arms around his upper body.
Harry could feel Draco's breath against the back of his neck but he wasn't moving. "Draco," he groaned again.
"Mmm?" murmured the blond on top of him.
"You're heavy," Harry complained. "And this floor is hard."
"Feel heavy," Draco slurred, but then tried to move. It took him a minute, but he finally slid sideways off his lover, hissing at his oversensitive skin.
Harry moaned and remained still after Draco was off of him. "I can't see," he said after a few moments.
Draco blinked. "Not sure I can either," he moaned, fumbling around for his wand.
Harry might have snorted, but couldn't seem to manage that.
Draco's fingers finally closed on his wand. It took him a couple tries to cast Finite on the blindfold.
Harry lifted his head and blinked his eyes quite a few times. "I can't do much with my arms either," he said, giving the handcuffs around his wrists a shake. His arms were still above his head.
"I don't remember the unlocking spell for them," Draco sighed.
Harry gave a weak huff. "Well, what do I do then?" he asked, looking at Draco with slightly raised eyebrows.
"You're the one who can do wandless magic," the blond said, closing his eyes again.
"Are you kidding?" Harry asked. "I can hardly move right now." He groaned again.
"Same here," Draco mumbled. "I think we used too much of that potion."
"You used too much," Harry replied. "I don't think it's meant to be used as massage oil."
Draco chuckled weakly. "Felt s'good though," he slurred, still feeling high.
Harry smiled and nodded. "Very," he said.
"You seem more awake," Draco groaned. "Can you get us to bed?"
"Dracooo," Harry whined, not feeling like trying to attempt anything wandless at the moment, but he knew he would try. "How is it that I was practically covered in the stuff and I'm more awake than you?"
Draco smirked. "I always get double with you."
"Ah, right," Harry said, smirking just a tiny bit despite himself. He closed his eyes and concentrated very hard on moving his hands and arms again. It took at least five minutes before the handcuffs finally clicked and he was able to free himself. "Ahh," he sighed, rubbing his wrists where he had been pulling against the metal.
Draco lay on his back, eyes half closed as Harry freed himself. He couldn't help but be pleased by the knowledge that Harry could get out of most restraints now.
Harry sighed heavily and tried to push himself into a sitting position, but only managed to lift himself halfway so that he was supporting his upper body with his arms. His entire backside was tingling. "All right, so how do we get to bed now?"
"Why do I have to know?" Draco complained. Then huffed. "Maybe a Cleaning Charm would get the stuff off of us? I don't know how long it is supposed to last but I can still feel it."
"I can too," said Harry with a rather large yawn.
"Can y'do the charm?" Draco asked.
Harry groaned again. "Let's not use that much anymore," he muttered, trying to concentrate on a Cleaning Charm now. Surprisingly, it took even longer than freeing himself had, but he finally managed to do one on Draco ... maybe. "Did it work?" he asked, feeling very weak.
"Touch my chest, carefully, and I will tell you," he answered.
Harry reached out a hand and tenderly pressed just the tip of his finger to Draco's chest.
Draco shivered at the touch, his over-stimulated cock twitching from just the small contact. "I am going to kill them," he muttered.
Harry groaned. "It didn't work?" he asked.
Draco gingerly brought a hand up to touch his own skin. It still felt more sensitive than normal but it wasn't oily anymore. "I think the Cleaning Charm worked, but the stuff has soaked into our skin," he said.
"Well, what do we do then?" Harry whined. "How long is it going to take to wear off?"
"How would I know?" Draco said, whining as well. "This stuff didn't come with instructions or a warning label!"
"Fred and George," Harry growled, frustrated. "Bloody, Merlin."
"If you want to explain the problem," Draco said, rolling his eyes, "you can Floo call them and ask. In the meantime, let's find a way back to bed." Draco concentrated hard and managed a Cleaning Spell on Harry. Not his best, but he glistened less now.
"I'd rather them not know we used any of their bloody gifts," Harry said. "Think you can Apparate?" He wasn't so sure if he could himself.
"Not a safe idea at this point," Draco sighed "I could barely manage the fucking Cleaning Charm."
"I couldn't either," Harry said. "Should we try to walk?"
"Can you manage to Ennervate me?" Draco countered.
"Maybe," said Harry, but he was sick of using his energy trying to do wandless magic. "Where's my wand?" he asked before simply Summoning it, and even that seemed to take longer. He pointed his wand at Draco and muttered the spell, waiting to see if it worked.
"Ahh," Draco sighed. "That's a bit better." Of course, he also had little shivers from Harry's magic, even if it was weaker than normal. "Now we try to walk to bed?" he asked, rolling onto his side to attempt sitting up.
"Do one on me?" Harry asked. "If you can."
Draco raised an eyebrow but nodded. He managed to make it into a sitting position and then cast the spell on Harry.
Harry groaned again as he felt that slight rush of energy and managed to push himself up as well. "Okay," he said more to himself than to Draco. He braced himself on the floor and tried to get to his feet, wobbling all over the place.
Draco snickered at the sight, still sitting on his arse.
Harry scowled at Draco and fell down to his knees. He growled and, after another minute, finally stood. Now to make it from the fireplace to the bedroom ....
The blond picked up his wand and pointed in the direction of his lab. "Accio Pepper-up Potion," he said, and he held up his hand to catch the bottle.
"Is it safe for me to take all this?" Harry asked, suddenly worried about the potion from Fred and George.
Draco shrugged, taking a sip from the bottle. "I lived on these things for a couple months," he answered.
"I mean with the baby and all," Harry said, pressing a gentle hand to his stomach, still trying to stay standing.
"Oh, merde'," Draco cursed. "No, you shouldn't take the potion."
"What about Fred and George's potion?" Harry asked nervously.
Draco got shakily to his feet and laid a hand on Harry's belly, closing his eyes. Even the simple touch made him shiver but he focused on what he felt inside his husband. "He's fine," Draco said.
Harry heaved a sigh of relief. "Good," he said, also shivering from the touch.
Draco took Harry's hand with his silver one. Since Harry's hands had been bound and the silver one didn't have pores, he hoped it meant it was safe to use his hand to help him back to the bedroom.
Harry didn't feel too much of anything when Draco touched him with his hand and he tried to focus on making it to their bed, taking very steady, slow steps.
Draco could walk steadier now and was able to help Harry to bed, leading him along.