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Adult +
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6
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18,081
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The Almost Kiss
Been a long while since I updated. Sorry about that. I hope you guys like it!
~Draco’s Pet
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Harry had lived with the royal family for a week and he still got lost in the castle, unable to tell one room from the other. And it wasn’t good to get lost, especially considering he was supposed to be in training in order to properly serve the young prince that had purchased him. He was found by another servant that seemed to know his way around at least slightly more than Harry did. Once it was explained where Harry needed to go, he followed silently- as he was expected- and slipped into the room. Today he was going to learn how to bathe the young prince. Honestly, harry didn’t know why HE had to bathe the prince. He figured Draco already learned how to do that! Alas, it was expected of slaves that shared neighboring chambers with their masters. Those slaves were intended for… different uses.
It was a little tedious to say the least, learning which scents the young heir preferred over others, how he didn’t like going under the water completely, the fact that he was allergic to some things and not others… Etc. Etc. It was a wonder how the Crowned Prince even got dressed by himself!
“The other bits of information you need to know regard the Young Prince’s preference in clothing.”
Great… Now he was going to learn how to tie the Prince’s shoes!
“You are expected to make His Majesty’s life easier and smoother. Inability to do so will result in either termination or expulsion from the kingdom. Or he might sell you to make some of his personal funds back. Now pay attention!”
The rest of the lecture was grueling and it was a modern miracle that Harry retained all of the information. Plus the information on how to dress himself, compose himself, and apply his makeup, which would compliment his slight feminine frame. Harry was not pleased with that. He was a boy for heaven’s sake! He didn’t need to get all prim and frilly because some people thought he could, might possibly, only slightly pass for a girl in dark lights that play upon other things! At least, that’s what Harry thought. All he needed was a hair-cut and he’d look like the boy he was.
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Draco’s day didn’t fair any more interesting that Harry’s. Except the fact he hadn’t gotten lost. It was his third schooling day of the week. And he hated these days. His father would brood in the corner and tap his cane against his leg while his mother sat in a chair and read about their family history like she always did. But she never seemed to get any farther into the book than the last time he’d seen her reading it. His calligraphy instructor smacked his desk when his mind wandered, straightening immediately and setting to work again before they moved onto history- History that had been drilled into his mind since he’d been able to read.
After that his father took over and told him about ruling and his upcoming birthday which would bring with it a ball and many young women to court. Of those women he’d be expected to pick one and marry her, produce an heir, and instill his rule upon the people of the kingdom all before his father died/stepped down from the throne and pass it to Draco. That was a lot of pressure to put on a young man.
There was even more after his father was finished with him! His mother told him… womanly things! She told him how a woman preferred to be treated when behind closed doors, how she acts in the bedroom, and what to expect when she’s being courted. Women were completely different when being courted and being wed. Draco didn’t understand it.
“Why would a woman not be herself when being courted?” he asked point blank.
“Some women are not the best of people and often pretend to be good people when being courted. It raises their chances of being married off to a good husband.” She replied, patting his knee before standing and leaving the room. Her talks were always shorter and more puzzling than the topic they were about.
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Needless to say by the time either man got back to their rooms they were exhausted. Though, Harry couldn’t afford to be exhausted. Draco was already getting ready to take a bath.
With what strength he had left Harry composed himself and went into the bathroom, crouching a little and turning on the taps, filling the tub with mostly hot water and scents that Draco liked that smelled wonderful together. Very musk. Very different from the scents that had been here when Harry had bathed the first time. Once the tub was filled, Harry tied up his robes how he was supposed to and waited by the tub for Draco to enter, bracing himself for his nudity.
Draco stepped in and Harry fairly stared at him, wondering again why he’d bought him. Surely the prince wasn’t into men and surely he didn’t need another slave. Hence Harry’s ensuing confusion. He was silent as Draco got into the tub, eyes averted of course.
“You don’t have to actually follow your training. I don’t mind. I was going to ask you how your day was but judging by how tired you look it wasn’t any better than mine.” Draco mused with a soft smile. “You may join me if you like. A hot bath after a long day is good for you. I wouldn’t want you to tire yourself out too quickly. The head servant doesn’t take kindly to slackers.” He chuckled softly.
Harry blushed and shook his head quickly. “But, Sire! I-I can’t! It’s not proper! You know that!” he protested, trying to keep thoughts of the hot bath water with those scents in it and how nice it’d be to lounge a little while and let the water work his tense muscles. He didn’t even register that Draco had gotten out of the tub, untied Harry’s robes and pushed him into the water.
When the man came to the surface he sputtered, brushing his hair from his face as he turned to face the young prince- training forgotten. “That was a rotten thing to do!” he cried, splashing him when he got into the water with him. He laughed when Draco splashed him back, diving under the water to grab his legs and knock him over under water with him.
The retaliation was actually quite fun. When Draco surfaced again he picked Harry up easily- he hadn’t yet put on a decent amount of weight for his age- and tossed him into the water, jumping after him. Harry fought back though, wrestling with the young prince. When they paused to catch their breath, Harry’s legs were wrapped around Draco’s naked waist, and his wrists were pinned above his head while Draco balanced on his free hand above him.
Harry grinned and panted as he looked up at the young prince, not having had this much fun in a long time. Years. It was a similar situation for Draco. But something in him changed, and his eyes softened as he looked down at the smaller boy. Suddenly his lips almost itched as they tingled, eyes resting upon Harry’s slightly plump lips. They looked delicious. As Draco slowly started his descent Harry instantly caught on- and though he desperately wanted to know what would happen, he knew nothing good would come of it.
“S-sire… You’ll be late for dinner.” He fairly whispered, trembling a little with an unknown need. Draco stopped short when Harry spoke, listening intently before he nodded and released the other, wondering how they’d gotten into that position.
“You’re right. I apologize.” He replied, gathering his robe and retreating to his room to change and dry for dinner. He didn’t return and seek out Harry’s company that evening like he had every other night.
Since Harry had come he’d acted as a sort of buffer, someone he could let everything out on. He could rant and rave about his father and his mother and everything he couldn’t talk to anyone else about. He spouted off every thought that came into his head without fear he would be judged for it. And Harry listened to everything the Young Prince had to say.
But tonight, Harry was alone. And he didn’t like it. It had almost become habit to listen to Draco rant about his day and get everything off his chest. But whatever had been about to happen in the bath tonight changed everything between the two of them. And Harry wasn’t even sure what HAD happened. All he knew was something had changed in Draco’s stance and he was about to do something drastic that shouldn’t happen between the two of them. Poor Harry was THAT innocent that he didn’t know he had been so close to being kissed.
It was a couple hours later that Harry fell asleep, and another after that that Draco fell asleep, thinking about the same thing.
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Did you guys enjoy it? Sorry if I cut it short but I wanted to get you guys a little scene. Nothing TOO big between them. Just an almost kiss. There may not be an actual kiss in the next chapter. I haven’t decided yet. I might let you guys know in my note in the next chapter!
~Draco’s Pet
~Draco’s Pet
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Harry had lived with the royal family for a week and he still got lost in the castle, unable to tell one room from the other. And it wasn’t good to get lost, especially considering he was supposed to be in training in order to properly serve the young prince that had purchased him. He was found by another servant that seemed to know his way around at least slightly more than Harry did. Once it was explained where Harry needed to go, he followed silently- as he was expected- and slipped into the room. Today he was going to learn how to bathe the young prince. Honestly, harry didn’t know why HE had to bathe the prince. He figured Draco already learned how to do that! Alas, it was expected of slaves that shared neighboring chambers with their masters. Those slaves were intended for… different uses.
It was a little tedious to say the least, learning which scents the young heir preferred over others, how he didn’t like going under the water completely, the fact that he was allergic to some things and not others… Etc. Etc. It was a wonder how the Crowned Prince even got dressed by himself!
“The other bits of information you need to know regard the Young Prince’s preference in clothing.”
Great… Now he was going to learn how to tie the Prince’s shoes!
“You are expected to make His Majesty’s life easier and smoother. Inability to do so will result in either termination or expulsion from the kingdom. Or he might sell you to make some of his personal funds back. Now pay attention!”
The rest of the lecture was grueling and it was a modern miracle that Harry retained all of the information. Plus the information on how to dress himself, compose himself, and apply his makeup, which would compliment his slight feminine frame. Harry was not pleased with that. He was a boy for heaven’s sake! He didn’t need to get all prim and frilly because some people thought he could, might possibly, only slightly pass for a girl in dark lights that play upon other things! At least, that’s what Harry thought. All he needed was a hair-cut and he’d look like the boy he was.
_________________________________________________________
Draco’s day didn’t fair any more interesting that Harry’s. Except the fact he hadn’t gotten lost. It was his third schooling day of the week. And he hated these days. His father would brood in the corner and tap his cane against his leg while his mother sat in a chair and read about their family history like she always did. But she never seemed to get any farther into the book than the last time he’d seen her reading it. His calligraphy instructor smacked his desk when his mind wandered, straightening immediately and setting to work again before they moved onto history- History that had been drilled into his mind since he’d been able to read.
After that his father took over and told him about ruling and his upcoming birthday which would bring with it a ball and many young women to court. Of those women he’d be expected to pick one and marry her, produce an heir, and instill his rule upon the people of the kingdom all before his father died/stepped down from the throne and pass it to Draco. That was a lot of pressure to put on a young man.
There was even more after his father was finished with him! His mother told him… womanly things! She told him how a woman preferred to be treated when behind closed doors, how she acts in the bedroom, and what to expect when she’s being courted. Women were completely different when being courted and being wed. Draco didn’t understand it.
“Why would a woman not be herself when being courted?” he asked point blank.
“Some women are not the best of people and often pretend to be good people when being courted. It raises their chances of being married off to a good husband.” She replied, patting his knee before standing and leaving the room. Her talks were always shorter and more puzzling than the topic they were about.
_________________________________________________________
Needless to say by the time either man got back to their rooms they were exhausted. Though, Harry couldn’t afford to be exhausted. Draco was already getting ready to take a bath.
With what strength he had left Harry composed himself and went into the bathroom, crouching a little and turning on the taps, filling the tub with mostly hot water and scents that Draco liked that smelled wonderful together. Very musk. Very different from the scents that had been here when Harry had bathed the first time. Once the tub was filled, Harry tied up his robes how he was supposed to and waited by the tub for Draco to enter, bracing himself for his nudity.
Draco stepped in and Harry fairly stared at him, wondering again why he’d bought him. Surely the prince wasn’t into men and surely he didn’t need another slave. Hence Harry’s ensuing confusion. He was silent as Draco got into the tub, eyes averted of course.
“You don’t have to actually follow your training. I don’t mind. I was going to ask you how your day was but judging by how tired you look it wasn’t any better than mine.” Draco mused with a soft smile. “You may join me if you like. A hot bath after a long day is good for you. I wouldn’t want you to tire yourself out too quickly. The head servant doesn’t take kindly to slackers.” He chuckled softly.
Harry blushed and shook his head quickly. “But, Sire! I-I can’t! It’s not proper! You know that!” he protested, trying to keep thoughts of the hot bath water with those scents in it and how nice it’d be to lounge a little while and let the water work his tense muscles. He didn’t even register that Draco had gotten out of the tub, untied Harry’s robes and pushed him into the water.
When the man came to the surface he sputtered, brushing his hair from his face as he turned to face the young prince- training forgotten. “That was a rotten thing to do!” he cried, splashing him when he got into the water with him. He laughed when Draco splashed him back, diving under the water to grab his legs and knock him over under water with him.
The retaliation was actually quite fun. When Draco surfaced again he picked Harry up easily- he hadn’t yet put on a decent amount of weight for his age- and tossed him into the water, jumping after him. Harry fought back though, wrestling with the young prince. When they paused to catch their breath, Harry’s legs were wrapped around Draco’s naked waist, and his wrists were pinned above his head while Draco balanced on his free hand above him.
Harry grinned and panted as he looked up at the young prince, not having had this much fun in a long time. Years. It was a similar situation for Draco. But something in him changed, and his eyes softened as he looked down at the smaller boy. Suddenly his lips almost itched as they tingled, eyes resting upon Harry’s slightly plump lips. They looked delicious. As Draco slowly started his descent Harry instantly caught on- and though he desperately wanted to know what would happen, he knew nothing good would come of it.
“S-sire… You’ll be late for dinner.” He fairly whispered, trembling a little with an unknown need. Draco stopped short when Harry spoke, listening intently before he nodded and released the other, wondering how they’d gotten into that position.
“You’re right. I apologize.” He replied, gathering his robe and retreating to his room to change and dry for dinner. He didn’t return and seek out Harry’s company that evening like he had every other night.
Since Harry had come he’d acted as a sort of buffer, someone he could let everything out on. He could rant and rave about his father and his mother and everything he couldn’t talk to anyone else about. He spouted off every thought that came into his head without fear he would be judged for it. And Harry listened to everything the Young Prince had to say.
But tonight, Harry was alone. And he didn’t like it. It had almost become habit to listen to Draco rant about his day and get everything off his chest. But whatever had been about to happen in the bath tonight changed everything between the two of them. And Harry wasn’t even sure what HAD happened. All he knew was something had changed in Draco’s stance and he was about to do something drastic that shouldn’t happen between the two of them. Poor Harry was THAT innocent that he didn’t know he had been so close to being kissed.
It was a couple hours later that Harry fell asleep, and another after that that Draco fell asleep, thinking about the same thing.
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Did you guys enjoy it? Sorry if I cut it short but I wanted to get you guys a little scene. Nothing TOO big between them. Just an almost kiss. There may not be an actual kiss in the next chapter. I haven’t decided yet. I might let you guys know in my note in the next chapter!
~Draco’s Pet