A Heart So Ravenous (Sequel to A Love So Belated)
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Chapter 6: Never Again
Chapter Number/Total: 6/44
Chapter Title: Never Again
Words: 2956 Words
Harry glanced around the bedroom and then stared at Draco, the confusion clearly marked upon his face.
Draco stepped back, releasing Harry as he did. "Strip and sit on the bed. Don't say anything."
Harry reached for his tattered shirt with shaking hands, eyes still on Draco as he slowly pulled it and the rest of his clothes off. Then he silently took a seat on the edge of the bed, shoulders hunched.
"Look at me and, no matter what I say, don't talk," Draco said, pulling out his own wand as well.
Harry nodded slowly, wondering if this was what Hermione had meant by, "Be there for him."
Draco held up both wands, looking at them for a long moment. "One of the first spells they teach us in Defence Against the Dark Arts is the Disarming Spell," he began. "It's one of the first, not because it is easy, but because it is the most important. A wizard or witch without a wand is helpless against one with." The blond stepped over to the bedside table and put both wands inside the top drawer, closing it firmly.
Harry kept his mouth shut, eyes intent upon Draco.
Draco stepped back, facing Harry again. He reached up and unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt. "I used it on Dumbledore that night on the tower." He took a deep breath and then reached for the top button of his black shirt, eyes still intent on Harry's as he did. "Voldemort took my father's wand, to use on you."
Harry looked only at Draco's eyes and nowhere else, listening to him.
Draco's fingers slowly worked each button down his shirt as he continued to talk. "You took my wand nearly a year ago," he said, eyes unfocused for a moment as he thought back. "You gave it back. That was the start of ... something new between us." He had worked his way down to his belly and now pulled the shirt tails from his trousers before continuing both his words and his buttons. "I didn't give my wand willingly to those men. They took it by force."
Harry continued to gaze into Draco's face, continued to listen. Had he really scared Draco so much when he'd given up his wand?
Draco finished the buttons and then reached both hands to open the shirt, revealing the angry red scars that were now layered over the older ones. He let the shirt slide from his shoulders and flutter to the floor. "If anyone at the Ministry had bothered to check, they would have found that neither Rodolphus' nor Rabastan's wands did this."
Harry frowned heavily at that. Had they used Draco's wand against him?
Draco nearly smiled at the look on Harry's face. "Yes, my wand," he said, turning in a slow circle so Harry would see the extent of the damage done in back as well. "I suppose someone like Skeeter could make a case for my being involved, couldn't she? All this done by my own wand."
Harry wanted to say something, to say something comforting in some way, but he forced himself to keep quiet, and his eyes strayed over the marks Draco was finally letting him see.
Draco faced him again, eyes still studying Harry as he reached and began to unbutton his trousers. Then he slowly slid them and his shorts down his legs, revealing more new scars. Once upon a time, before sixth year, Draco's body had been clean and perfect. Now there were more marked places than smooth.
Harry felt the rage bubble up inside him and could see in his mind the men who had left those scars, and what they had done to Draco. His body tensed fiercely as he thought about it. He really did wish that he had killed them both himself, that he could've been the one to mutilate Rodolphus Lestrange in his empty cell.
Draco watched, waiting for Harry to flinch, to turn away. What he saw instead was anger and it comforted him more than any words could have. "They tortured me with my own wand. They used my ring to get you there. Then they used me to get you to give up your wand. All so they could rip me apart with you watching." Draco swallowed hard. "Never again. Kill me first. Never give your wand up again."
Harry looked up and met Draco's eyes again before giving a single nod. He didn't know why it suddenly did seem worse that he had given up his wand, practically given them both up for torture in the process, even though they had made it out. If he hadn't let his wand go, perhaps Draco wouldn't have been... He felt another blaze of anger then, half of it anger at himself, and clenched his hands.
"I want to hear only one thing from you right now," Draco said, stepping closer. "I want to hear you swear that you will fight rather than give in next time. That no matter what, even if it means I die, you will never let anyone use me to hurt you again."
Harry gritted his teeth for a moment, looking up at Draco still. "I swear it," he whispered, and his body trembled.
Draco felt like a band of steel around his heart had been released and set free a large sigh with it. He held Harry's gaze still and nodded. "Look at me, are you sure this is what you still want?" he asked, voice no longer cold, but now holding the fear he felt.
Harry wondered if Draco were serious, and then figured he must be, though he didn't know how Draco could be asking such a thing. "Yes," he said with such feeling it was almost a groan.
Draco began to tremble as he stepped up to Harry, standing inches in front of him. "Show me, then," he whispered.
Harry's heart leapt and he slowly reached his arms out, taking Draco's hips in his hands, and then just as slowly pulled him onto the bed with him, thinking about each of his movements.
Draco let himself be drawn down by his lover, trembling with both fear and desire as he did.
Harry couldn't even describe the feelings spreading through his body at just being able to touch Draco's skin again. He did so gently, fingers sliding over new and old marks alike as they moved down his chest.
The blond lay back, trying to breathe slowly and just feel Harry's tender touch. He spread his arms out a little, holding onto the bedspread and watching Harry.
Harry pressed his lips to the side of Draco's face and kissed him until he'd reached his neck, then he kissed there as well, being as cautious as he could be.
Draco arched his neck, trying to gently encourage Harry.
Harry added a little tongue to his next kiss and allowed his hand to trail lower, until his middle finger was tracing Draco's belly button, gently dipping inside and then out again.
"Yes," Draco whispered, his cock filling as Harry touched him. He lifted his hips a little, toward that tentative hand.
Harry smiled a bit, relieved as well as happy. He kissed under Draco's chin and then up it, seeking his lips. Then, his heart thumping, he touched Draco's hardening cock very softly, fingers trembling.
Draco gasped, lifting his face to Harry's and his cock to his lover's hand. He shivered, desire flooding him and easing away fear.
Harry slowly slipped his tongue into Draco's mouth as he tightened his fingers and gave a few long strokes, moaning quietly from the feeling of the hard flesh in his hand.
Draco's eyes closed and his mouth opened, moaning into Harry's. He spread his legs further apart, trembling with each stroke.
An intense shiver went through Harry's body as he felt Draco's legs open, but he only continued to stroke him, not moving any further yet.
Draco moved his hand nearest Harry to rest gently on his lover's thigh as he kissed him back.
Harry pulled back only slightly, resting his forehead against Draco's. "Okay?" he asked, voice deep.
"Yes, please, don't stop," Draco answered, hand on Harry's thigh squeezing a little.
Harry nodded, bringing his mouth to Draco's before he began to gently push him back, heart thumping again.
Draco returned the kiss more passionately this time, body moving where Harry guided him.
Harry moved his hand on Draco's cock a little quicker, rolling his own hips against nothing as he leaned over Draco.
Draco's hand slid up Harry's thigh, fingers moving over his lover's swollen shaft.
Harry moaned. "Oh, God, baby, yes," he breathed, wanting more but almost afraid that what was happening would stop if he were to seek it.
"Yes, yours," Draco whispered, his other hand coming up to rest against Harry's side. "I need you," he continued. "I need to you to reclaim me."
Harry looked down and met Draco's eyes, his hand stilling on his cock. "You're certain?" he asked huskily, wanting to hit himself for asking, but needing to be sure.
"I want you to take me back. To make me yours again," Draco said, his own gaze steady as he looked into Harry's eyes.
Harry nodded again. "Okay," he whispered, fingers shaking again as he began to move them down lower.
Draco opened his legs wider, bending his knees as he did. "Yes, please," he repeated, still gently stroking Harry's cock.
Harry took in a shuddering breath, finally touching Draco's entrance for the first time in forever. "Yes," he groaned.
Draco trembled, his hand on Harry's cock faltering, but then he took a deep breath and squeezed him gently. "Yes," he repeated, "I need you."
Harry felt very nervous still, afraid that Draco was going to push him away or run from him. He tried to make every motion soothing and careful, rubbing Draco's entrance without trying to push inside him yet. He Summoned lube, but only laid it aside.
For his part, Draco tried to relax – tried to remember what it felt like to trust again. He watched Harry, concentrating as he touched him. His own hand felt good wrapped around his lover's flesh and he used it as a comfortable focus while he opened himself to Harry.
Harry took deep, steady breaths, moving his hips a little into Draco's hand as he gently kissed him again. "I love you," he breathed, moving further into the space made between Draco's spread legs.
Draco smiled up at him. "I love you too, baby," he said, releasing his lover's cock to let him move into position.
Harry was very relieved to see that smile, and relieved to hear those words. He took his fingers away from Draco to get the lube, and then brought them back slicked, meeting Draco's eyes as he pressed against him again.
Draco's breath caught as Harry's finger breached his tight opening. For a moment, his mind flashed to when he hung in chains, but he pushed that image away, looking into his lover's green eyes to anchor himself.
Harry nodded in some sort of reassuring way, not taking his eyes from Draco's. "I would never hurt you," he whispered to him. "I would rather die than hurt you."
"No dying," Draco said, with half a smirk. "I need you."
Harry felt another rush of relief and leant down to kiss Draco, a little less carefully this time, and with a bit more tongue. He began working a finger into Draco's opening. It felt almost tighter than before. He didn't know if it was because Draco was tensing and he cracked one eye open.
Draco's eyes were half shut now and he sighed, finding that now that he was in this position, with his lover's face hovering above him, it felt achingly good to have Harry touching him again. He lifted a hand to plunge his fingers into thick dark hair.
Harry sighed quietly and smiled, pushing his finger further inside and moving lips and tongue over Draco's neck again.
"Yes, touch me," Draco encouraged, fingers pulling gently on his lover's hair. "I need you inside me. I need it to be you my body remembers."
Harry twisted his finger to find that spot while pushing another inside, his left hand stroking down Draco's side.
The gentle hand on his side actually helped. Draco breathed into the stretch until Harry's fingers caressed his prostate and he moaned in pleasure.
"That's it, baby," Harry breathed against Draco's skin, his own body shivering from the pleasure of being able to touch Draco there again.
Draco turned his head so that his face pressed against Harry's hair, enjoying the texture and the smell of him. His legs shook and he shifted, moving them wider and lifting his hips to encourage Harry.
Harry moaned softly, still moving his fingers to give Draco as much pleasure possible while he began to add the third.
"Kiss me," Draco gasped.
Harry did so, bringing his mouth down on Draco's as he stretched him.
Draco opened his mouth to him, mirroring the way he was opening his body.
Harry moved his fingers inside Draco for several minutes, content to take things slowly. He was sweating a bit when he raised his head to look at Draco again, silently asking him if he was ready.
Draco's grey eyes focused on his lover's. "I want you inside me, to fill me. I need it."
Merlin, Harry needed it too, needed Draco back. He nodded, slowly withdrawing fingers to replace them with his cock. His breathing sped up, as did his heart.
Draco's grip on Harry's hair tightened and he brought his other hand up to grip his lover's shoulder.
Harry bit his lip as he began to push slowly forward, trying to keep his heavy breathing even and calm.
Draco felt the crown of Harry's cock pushing in, stretching him further and he trembled, desire and fear battling again. "Yes," he gasped, not wanting Harry to stop now.
Harry pressed his body to Draco's as he slid in. He released a low moan, mouthing along his lover's shoulder as he began to pant.
"Oh, Godsss," Draco gasped. His fingers convulsed in Harry's hair and his entire body shuddered as he felt his lover's thick flesh filling him.
Harry moaned again, going still when he felt his hips pressed to Draco's arse. He stayed there, buried completely, feeling Draco's body surrounding him.
"Oh, yes, fill me," Draco gasped, almost unable to believe how perfect it felt to have Harry like this again. His body continued to spasm, as if it couldn't seem to decide if it were ready. Draco wasn't willing to accept anything but what he wanted. "Move in me," he whispered.
Harry braced himself on his arms, pulling out a bit and then pushing back in. "Draco," he whispered breathlessly. "Oh, Draco, yes."
Draco felt every movement, every inch of his lover's cock as he withdrew and then pushed inside again. He shook with it, but it was definitely more pleasure than pain now. "Yes, baby, yes," he managed, arching now to take him.
Harry arched his own back as he began to move freely. He tried to lower himself down enough to brush Draco's cock and thrust into him firmly, trying to make it feel good.
The change in angle brought not only Harry's body pressing against Draco's erection but his cock pressing along his prostate. The blond moaned and arched into the thrusts.
Harry sped up after that, pulling his head back to watch Draco, his mouth open slightly. There was nothing more beautiful than Draco as he looked right then.
Draco wasn't even aware of the sounds he made or the rapture on his face as he arched into each thrust, fingers pulling at Harry as he did. "Oh, fill me, make me yours again," he babbled.
Harry rocked the bed with his thrusts. "Oh, fuck," he gasped. "Oh, Draco, fuck." And then he couldn't hold back anymore, though he had been hoping he could last long enough for Draco to come first. He threw his head back, coming hard and with a loud shout.
Draco's eyes opened and he watched his lover's face as he came. He reached between their bodies, fingers pulling his own cock as he felt Harry's cock spasming inside him. "Yes, oh, baby, I'm yours," he gasped, almost there. As Harry trembled above him, he finally came, come coating both their bellies.
Harry groaned as he felt Draco's body clench around his cock. He went limp against him, panting against the skin of his neck.
Draco trembled and clutched at his lover. "Harry, yes, I need you so much," he gasped, still panting with his legs wrapped around Harry's.
"I'll never leave you," Harry whispered when he could. "Never."
Draco held tight to Harry, body shuddering in the aftermath of not only his orgasm but such an intense emotional release. Gradually, his breathing slowed and his body relaxed. He ran long fingers through Harry's hair.
Harry held Draco in return, feeling such an intense sense of relief at being able touch his skin, that he was unable to express it with words just yet.
Draco waited for his body to seize up, for the fear to spike. He lay under Harry with the man's cock slowly softening inside him and felt... peaceful.
Harry kissed the side of Draco's face, stroking his skin with slow, gentle fingers. "Love you," he sighed.
Draco smiled softly, turning his face to nuzzle Harry's. "Yes, amazing that," he whispered.
Harry smiled too and looked at Draco's face. He gently kissed his nose. "Amazing," he whispered back.
Chapter Title: Never Again
Words: 2956 Words
Harry glanced around the bedroom and then stared at Draco, the confusion clearly marked upon his face.
Draco stepped back, releasing Harry as he did. "Strip and sit on the bed. Don't say anything."
Harry reached for his tattered shirt with shaking hands, eyes still on Draco as he slowly pulled it and the rest of his clothes off. Then he silently took a seat on the edge of the bed, shoulders hunched.
"Look at me and, no matter what I say, don't talk," Draco said, pulling out his own wand as well.
Harry nodded slowly, wondering if this was what Hermione had meant by, "Be there for him."
Draco held up both wands, looking at them for a long moment. "One of the first spells they teach us in Defence Against the Dark Arts is the Disarming Spell," he began. "It's one of the first, not because it is easy, but because it is the most important. A wizard or witch without a wand is helpless against one with." The blond stepped over to the bedside table and put both wands inside the top drawer, closing it firmly.
Harry kept his mouth shut, eyes intent upon Draco.
Draco stepped back, facing Harry again. He reached up and unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt. "I used it on Dumbledore that night on the tower." He took a deep breath and then reached for the top button of his black shirt, eyes still intent on Harry's as he did. "Voldemort took my father's wand, to use on you."
Harry looked only at Draco's eyes and nowhere else, listening to him.
Draco's fingers slowly worked each button down his shirt as he continued to talk. "You took my wand nearly a year ago," he said, eyes unfocused for a moment as he thought back. "You gave it back. That was the start of ... something new between us." He had worked his way down to his belly and now pulled the shirt tails from his trousers before continuing both his words and his buttons. "I didn't give my wand willingly to those men. They took it by force."
Harry continued to gaze into Draco's face, continued to listen. Had he really scared Draco so much when he'd given up his wand?
Draco finished the buttons and then reached both hands to open the shirt, revealing the angry red scars that were now layered over the older ones. He let the shirt slide from his shoulders and flutter to the floor. "If anyone at the Ministry had bothered to check, they would have found that neither Rodolphus' nor Rabastan's wands did this."
Harry frowned heavily at that. Had they used Draco's wand against him?
Draco nearly smiled at the look on Harry's face. "Yes, my wand," he said, turning in a slow circle so Harry would see the extent of the damage done in back as well. "I suppose someone like Skeeter could make a case for my being involved, couldn't she? All this done by my own wand."
Harry wanted to say something, to say something comforting in some way, but he forced himself to keep quiet, and his eyes strayed over the marks Draco was finally letting him see.
Draco faced him again, eyes still studying Harry as he reached and began to unbutton his trousers. Then he slowly slid them and his shorts down his legs, revealing more new scars. Once upon a time, before sixth year, Draco's body had been clean and perfect. Now there were more marked places than smooth.
Harry felt the rage bubble up inside him and could see in his mind the men who had left those scars, and what they had done to Draco. His body tensed fiercely as he thought about it. He really did wish that he had killed them both himself, that he could've been the one to mutilate Rodolphus Lestrange in his empty cell.
Draco watched, waiting for Harry to flinch, to turn away. What he saw instead was anger and it comforted him more than any words could have. "They tortured me with my own wand. They used my ring to get you there. Then they used me to get you to give up your wand. All so they could rip me apart with you watching." Draco swallowed hard. "Never again. Kill me first. Never give your wand up again."
Harry looked up and met Draco's eyes again before giving a single nod. He didn't know why it suddenly did seem worse that he had given up his wand, practically given them both up for torture in the process, even though they had made it out. If he hadn't let his wand go, perhaps Draco wouldn't have been... He felt another blaze of anger then, half of it anger at himself, and clenched his hands.
"I want to hear only one thing from you right now," Draco said, stepping closer. "I want to hear you swear that you will fight rather than give in next time. That no matter what, even if it means I die, you will never let anyone use me to hurt you again."
Harry gritted his teeth for a moment, looking up at Draco still. "I swear it," he whispered, and his body trembled.
Draco felt like a band of steel around his heart had been released and set free a large sigh with it. He held Harry's gaze still and nodded. "Look at me, are you sure this is what you still want?" he asked, voice no longer cold, but now holding the fear he felt.
Harry wondered if Draco were serious, and then figured he must be, though he didn't know how Draco could be asking such a thing. "Yes," he said with such feeling it was almost a groan.
Draco began to tremble as he stepped up to Harry, standing inches in front of him. "Show me, then," he whispered.
Harry's heart leapt and he slowly reached his arms out, taking Draco's hips in his hands, and then just as slowly pulled him onto the bed with him, thinking about each of his movements.
Draco let himself be drawn down by his lover, trembling with both fear and desire as he did.
Harry couldn't even describe the feelings spreading through his body at just being able to touch Draco's skin again. He did so gently, fingers sliding over new and old marks alike as they moved down his chest.
The blond lay back, trying to breathe slowly and just feel Harry's tender touch. He spread his arms out a little, holding onto the bedspread and watching Harry.
Harry pressed his lips to the side of Draco's face and kissed him until he'd reached his neck, then he kissed there as well, being as cautious as he could be.
Draco arched his neck, trying to gently encourage Harry.
Harry added a little tongue to his next kiss and allowed his hand to trail lower, until his middle finger was tracing Draco's belly button, gently dipping inside and then out again.
"Yes," Draco whispered, his cock filling as Harry touched him. He lifted his hips a little, toward that tentative hand.
Harry smiled a bit, relieved as well as happy. He kissed under Draco's chin and then up it, seeking his lips. Then, his heart thumping, he touched Draco's hardening cock very softly, fingers trembling.
Draco gasped, lifting his face to Harry's and his cock to his lover's hand. He shivered, desire flooding him and easing away fear.
Harry slowly slipped his tongue into Draco's mouth as he tightened his fingers and gave a few long strokes, moaning quietly from the feeling of the hard flesh in his hand.
Draco's eyes closed and his mouth opened, moaning into Harry's. He spread his legs further apart, trembling with each stroke.
An intense shiver went through Harry's body as he felt Draco's legs open, but he only continued to stroke him, not moving any further yet.
Draco moved his hand nearest Harry to rest gently on his lover's thigh as he kissed him back.
Harry pulled back only slightly, resting his forehead against Draco's. "Okay?" he asked, voice deep.
"Yes, please, don't stop," Draco answered, hand on Harry's thigh squeezing a little.
Harry nodded, bringing his mouth to Draco's before he began to gently push him back, heart thumping again.
Draco returned the kiss more passionately this time, body moving where Harry guided him.
Harry moved his hand on Draco's cock a little quicker, rolling his own hips against nothing as he leaned over Draco.
Draco's hand slid up Harry's thigh, fingers moving over his lover's swollen shaft.
Harry moaned. "Oh, God, baby, yes," he breathed, wanting more but almost afraid that what was happening would stop if he were to seek it.
"Yes, yours," Draco whispered, his other hand coming up to rest against Harry's side. "I need you," he continued. "I need to you to reclaim me."
Harry looked down and met Draco's eyes, his hand stilling on his cock. "You're certain?" he asked huskily, wanting to hit himself for asking, but needing to be sure.
"I want you to take me back. To make me yours again," Draco said, his own gaze steady as he looked into Harry's eyes.
Harry nodded again. "Okay," he whispered, fingers shaking again as he began to move them down lower.
Draco opened his legs wider, bending his knees as he did. "Yes, please," he repeated, still gently stroking Harry's cock.
Harry took in a shuddering breath, finally touching Draco's entrance for the first time in forever. "Yes," he groaned.
Draco trembled, his hand on Harry's cock faltering, but then he took a deep breath and squeezed him gently. "Yes," he repeated, "I need you."
Harry felt very nervous still, afraid that Draco was going to push him away or run from him. He tried to make every motion soothing and careful, rubbing Draco's entrance without trying to push inside him yet. He Summoned lube, but only laid it aside.
For his part, Draco tried to relax – tried to remember what it felt like to trust again. He watched Harry, concentrating as he touched him. His own hand felt good wrapped around his lover's flesh and he used it as a comfortable focus while he opened himself to Harry.
Harry took deep, steady breaths, moving his hips a little into Draco's hand as he gently kissed him again. "I love you," he breathed, moving further into the space made between Draco's spread legs.
Draco smiled up at him. "I love you too, baby," he said, releasing his lover's cock to let him move into position.
Harry was very relieved to see that smile, and relieved to hear those words. He took his fingers away from Draco to get the lube, and then brought them back slicked, meeting Draco's eyes as he pressed against him again.
Draco's breath caught as Harry's finger breached his tight opening. For a moment, his mind flashed to when he hung in chains, but he pushed that image away, looking into his lover's green eyes to anchor himself.
Harry nodded in some sort of reassuring way, not taking his eyes from Draco's. "I would never hurt you," he whispered to him. "I would rather die than hurt you."
"No dying," Draco said, with half a smirk. "I need you."
Harry felt another rush of relief and leant down to kiss Draco, a little less carefully this time, and with a bit more tongue. He began working a finger into Draco's opening. It felt almost tighter than before. He didn't know if it was because Draco was tensing and he cracked one eye open.
Draco's eyes were half shut now and he sighed, finding that now that he was in this position, with his lover's face hovering above him, it felt achingly good to have Harry touching him again. He lifted a hand to plunge his fingers into thick dark hair.
Harry sighed quietly and smiled, pushing his finger further inside and moving lips and tongue over Draco's neck again.
"Yes, touch me," Draco encouraged, fingers pulling gently on his lover's hair. "I need you inside me. I need it to be you my body remembers."
Harry twisted his finger to find that spot while pushing another inside, his left hand stroking down Draco's side.
The gentle hand on his side actually helped. Draco breathed into the stretch until Harry's fingers caressed his prostate and he moaned in pleasure.
"That's it, baby," Harry breathed against Draco's skin, his own body shivering from the pleasure of being able to touch Draco there again.
Draco turned his head so that his face pressed against Harry's hair, enjoying the texture and the smell of him. His legs shook and he shifted, moving them wider and lifting his hips to encourage Harry.
Harry moaned softly, still moving his fingers to give Draco as much pleasure possible while he began to add the third.
"Kiss me," Draco gasped.
Harry did so, bringing his mouth down on Draco's as he stretched him.
Draco opened his mouth to him, mirroring the way he was opening his body.
Harry moved his fingers inside Draco for several minutes, content to take things slowly. He was sweating a bit when he raised his head to look at Draco again, silently asking him if he was ready.
Draco's grey eyes focused on his lover's. "I want you inside me, to fill me. I need it."
Merlin, Harry needed it too, needed Draco back. He nodded, slowly withdrawing fingers to replace them with his cock. His breathing sped up, as did his heart.
Draco's grip on Harry's hair tightened and he brought his other hand up to grip his lover's shoulder.
Harry bit his lip as he began to push slowly forward, trying to keep his heavy breathing even and calm.
Draco felt the crown of Harry's cock pushing in, stretching him further and he trembled, desire and fear battling again. "Yes," he gasped, not wanting Harry to stop now.
Harry pressed his body to Draco's as he slid in. He released a low moan, mouthing along his lover's shoulder as he began to pant.
"Oh, Godsss," Draco gasped. His fingers convulsed in Harry's hair and his entire body shuddered as he felt his lover's thick flesh filling him.
Harry moaned again, going still when he felt his hips pressed to Draco's arse. He stayed there, buried completely, feeling Draco's body surrounding him.
"Oh, yes, fill me," Draco gasped, almost unable to believe how perfect it felt to have Harry like this again. His body continued to spasm, as if it couldn't seem to decide if it were ready. Draco wasn't willing to accept anything but what he wanted. "Move in me," he whispered.
Harry braced himself on his arms, pulling out a bit and then pushing back in. "Draco," he whispered breathlessly. "Oh, Draco, yes."
Draco felt every movement, every inch of his lover's cock as he withdrew and then pushed inside again. He shook with it, but it was definitely more pleasure than pain now. "Yes, baby, yes," he managed, arching now to take him.
Harry arched his own back as he began to move freely. He tried to lower himself down enough to brush Draco's cock and thrust into him firmly, trying to make it feel good.
The change in angle brought not only Harry's body pressing against Draco's erection but his cock pressing along his prostate. The blond moaned and arched into the thrusts.
Harry sped up after that, pulling his head back to watch Draco, his mouth open slightly. There was nothing more beautiful than Draco as he looked right then.
Draco wasn't even aware of the sounds he made or the rapture on his face as he arched into each thrust, fingers pulling at Harry as he did. "Oh, fill me, make me yours again," he babbled.
Harry rocked the bed with his thrusts. "Oh, fuck," he gasped. "Oh, Draco, fuck." And then he couldn't hold back anymore, though he had been hoping he could last long enough for Draco to come first. He threw his head back, coming hard and with a loud shout.
Draco's eyes opened and he watched his lover's face as he came. He reached between their bodies, fingers pulling his own cock as he felt Harry's cock spasming inside him. "Yes, oh, baby, I'm yours," he gasped, almost there. As Harry trembled above him, he finally came, come coating both their bellies.
Harry groaned as he felt Draco's body clench around his cock. He went limp against him, panting against the skin of his neck.
Draco trembled and clutched at his lover. "Harry, yes, I need you so much," he gasped, still panting with his legs wrapped around Harry's.
"I'll never leave you," Harry whispered when he could. "Never."
Draco held tight to Harry, body shuddering in the aftermath of not only his orgasm but such an intense emotional release. Gradually, his breathing slowed and his body relaxed. He ran long fingers through Harry's hair.
Harry held Draco in return, feeling such an intense sense of relief at being able touch his skin, that he was unable to express it with words just yet.
Draco waited for his body to seize up, for the fear to spike. He lay under Harry with the man's cock slowly softening inside him and felt... peaceful.
Harry kissed the side of Draco's face, stroking his skin with slow, gentle fingers. "Love you," he sighed.
Draco smiled softly, turning his face to nuzzle Harry's. "Yes, amazing that," he whispered.
Harry smiled too and looked at Draco's face. He gently kissed his nose. "Amazing," he whispered back.