Unity

Unity

Part Six

Healing

Draco shifted closer to Harry and put his arms around him, hugging him. Harry seemed to melt against him. He ran his fingers through Harry\'s hair, then lifted his face to look into his large green eyes. They were full of need, that seemed to Draco, to have nothing to do with desire.

\"You weren\'t ever touched or held, as a child, were you, Harry?\"

\"Not that I can remember.\"

\"Take off your clothes.\"

\"What? All of them?\"

\"No, just what ever you feel comfortable taking off. Did the muggles make you ashamed of your body?\"

\"They made me ashamed of a lot of things.\"

\"Would it help if I take off my clothes?\"

Harry smiled.

\"Probably not, but I\'d like it if you would.\"

Draco smiled right back.

\"Would you? Would you like to take my clothes off?\"

\"Yes, I would.\"

Draco stood took two steps and spun to face Harry. He lifted his arms and looked down at his clothes, then met Harry\'s eyes again.

\"Go ahead then.\"

\"Where do you want me to put them?\"

\"Stuff them in the hamper. Not like I\'ll be putting these back on.\"

\"But they aren\'t dirty.\"

\"Clearly we have different standards when it comes to laundry.\"

\"I feel like your servant doing this.\"

\"Then don\'t do it.\"

\"No, I want to- but you have to undress me, too.\"

\"Fair enough, but I\'m not hanging up dirty clothes.\"

\"Fine, put them in the hamper.\"

They undressed each other, one item at a time, switching off, until they wore only boxers. Harry hesitated.

\"Are we finished, Harry?\"

\"For now.\"

\"Do you still want to be touched?\"

\"Yes.\"

\"On the bed.\"

Harry stretched out carefully so that his boxers did not betray him.

\"Roll over.\"

Harry did. Draco climbed on top of him, straddling Harry\'s arse. He rested both hands on Harry\'s sides. Harry tensed.

\"Ticklish?\"

\"Don\'t tickle me.\"

\"Lucky for you, it is not my intention.\"

Draco moved his hands over Harry\'s skin, rhythmically, soothingly, too gentle to be considered massage, perhaps. For Draco, this giving of caresses, served as exploration and discovery. For Harry, Draco\'s touch was an oasis of sensation in a desert of deprivation. Draco slid his hands over Harry\'s arms, and hands, then up over Harry\'s shoulders, and neck, and though Harry\'s hair again, and down over Harry\'s back. When Harry\'s body seemed to relax a bit under his hands, Draco crawled backwards, sliding his hands down, over Harry\'s boxers, down his legs, over his feet.

\"Turn over, Harry.\"

When Harry rolled over, their eyes met. Harry\'s eyes were slightly dilated and generally seemed more at peace. Draco slid next to him. He took Harry\'s hand, which stiffened a bit. Draco rubbed his thumb over Harry\'s palm, and slid Harry\'s fingers between his thumb and forefinger. When Harry\'s hand began to respond, sliding over Draco\'s hand, holding his fingers, Draco smiled. He placed Harry\'s hand on his chest. Harry froze, but didn\'t pull his hand away.

\"Harry, you are not a submissive. Why are you pretending to be one?\"

\"I\'m not pretending to be anything. I just- oh, never mind.\"

\"You just-?\"

A long silence hung in the air between them. Draco eyes held him tightly.

\"Draco, just do whatever you want to me. Tie me to the bed. Fuck me. I don\'t care.\"

\"Now see, that\'s the thing. I -want- you to care. Do you want to be tied up, Harry?\"

\"No. I mean, well, maybe one day.\"

\"What do you want right now, Harry?\"

\"I don\'t know.\"

\"Do you have any interest at all, in touching me?\"

\"Yes! Of course I do!\"

\"Why don\'t you then?\"

\"I don\'t know what I\'m doing! I don\'t know you want me to do! I don\'t want to do something wrong. Draco, I don\'t want to screw this up.\"

\"I see. What part of me -do- you have an interest in touching?\"

\"What part? All of you.\"

\"Fine, I don\'t have a problem with that,\" Draco raised his hips, and pulled off his boxers. \"Touch all of me.\"

He made his clothes beautiful. In boxers, he would make muggle professional underwear models, green with envy. Nude, Draco Malfoy was a god. Harry realized at some point that he was staring, \"I\'m sorry.\"

\"I don\'t mind.\"

Harry slid off his own boxers, and threw them on the floor next to Draco\'s. Harry reached out and brushed his fingers through Draco\'s hair, it was silky and fine, and highly reflective.

\"So soft. It looks like sunlight caught in a spider web.\"

\"Does it?\"

\"Hmm.\"

Harry traced Draco\'s eyebrow and cheek bone with his fingers, and stroked his hand down his cheek to his jaw line. His skin was so smooth, that he could not tell whether Draco shaved, or whether his face was hairless.

\"Do you shave?\"

\"Banishing spell.\"

\"Oh!\"

Harry traced the outline of Draco\'s lips.

\"How do keep them so soft?\"

\"I use them wisely.\"

Harry laughed and brushed over them with his index finger. Draco\'s lips parted. Harry touched Draco\'s teeth. If was as if he had triggered a carnivorous plant. Draco\'s lips closed and teeth opened, sucking Harry\'s finger deep into his mouth. Harry gasped, and started to withdraw his finger. Draco swirled his talented tongue around it, sucked hard, and nipped the tip on the way out. Harry reclaimed it with a pop.

Draco smiled. Harry closed his mouth. He wasn\'t sure how long it had been hanging open.

\"You did say you wanted to touch all of me.\"

\"Can I-\"

\"Yes.\"

\"-kiss you?\"

\"Yes.\"

Harry put his hands on the pillow, one either side of Draco\'s face, then slowly leaned in, and pressed a gentle kiss to Draco\'s lips. Draco pressed up into the kiss, parting Harry\'s lips and teeth with his tongue. Harry brought one knee over to Draco\'s far side, because he didn\'t want to fall on Draco. Draco\'s arms snaked around Harry, pulling him down on top of him. Harry was glad he was not the only one embarrassingly hard. Draco arched, and thrusted under him. Harry moaned into Draco\'s mouth. Draco turned his head to break the kiss, and whispered,

\"Move right now, or forfeit the top.\"

Harry thrust forward, sliding flesh against flesh. They used each other\'s bodies for leverage, and soon found a delicious rhythm. Harry lost himself completely. The whole rest of the world, disappeared; and there was nothing but Draco. The taste of him, the smell of him, every sweet sound and hot breath, impaled Harry\'s senses. No one could look more angelic writhing in lust.

\"Draco, I\'m going to come.\"

\"Come,\" Draco whispered, and covered Harry\'s mouth with his, suddenly remembering that no one had bothered with a silencing spell.

Harry came, thrusting against him. Draco joined him, spilling a copious amount, while his tongue plundered Harry\'s mouth. Eventually Harry, returned the kiss.

\"Shower,\" Draco said.

\"You can go first.\"

\"You are bathing with me. Plenty of room. Then, I want a bath with you.\"

\"Both?\"

\"I\'m very dirty, and very greedy.\"

\"You can\'t help it, Draco. You\'re a Slytherin.\"


*to be continued*