The Office

The Office Part 7...by Samayel


“Come on…pull the other one! I know you’re kidding me! That’s the most spurious logic I’ve ever heard you utter out loud…and that’s saying something!”

The ice cream was delicious, sweet to counter the faint bitterness that came with realizing that their children would be gone for months. Harry had taken his traditional vanilla, and Draco was enjoying an enchanted concoction that swirled and shimmered as it changed from flavor to flavor while he nibbled at it.

The topic had remained a tense one, at least for Draco, who hadn’t really thought as far ahead as what actual sex would consist of. Mostly, he was certain that there would be Harry, and there would be himself of course, and there would be nudity, and then…well… it didn’t take all that long after reaching that point that his wank fantasies would culminate in orgasm. It hadn’t really been necessary to imagine more than a bit of rolling about to finish the job, but the reality of sleeping…or rather…not sleeping with Harry were coming faster than…faster than…well…faster than he did when thinking of Harry!

He was certain that he could prove himself to be more interesting in bed than Luna Lovegood. Well…probably. Luna was evidently more talented than most gave her credit for. He was rather looking forward to a serious exchange of oral favors with Harry, who looked like he filled out the boxers he habitually wore quite handsomely, but there was a great uncertainty about what to do beyond that.

His daughter’s words still rang in his ears. Daddy…are you a bottom? And the unspoken answer hung above Draco even now. I don’t know. Not that that would be bad…or good, but it was rather definite. He’d managed to hang on to one small semblance of virginity for this long…and the notion of sudden and drastic change was a little…frightening.

And that brought the subject back to Harry’s incredulity.

“Harry, really! It makes perfect sense to me.”

“That’s because you’re a Slytherin and your mind works in ways much more convoluted than a normal human’s. I still suspect the hand of a Slytherin in the engineering of the London Orbital Motorway.”

“I only said that, since you have more experience than I do at this kind of thing, that you should bottom first, and then we’ll see how it goes from there. Perfectly obvious to me.”

“Yeah…crystal clear…like mud. First, my ‘experience’ is all at being a heterosexual…and that’s kind of like being on top by default. Then throw in my experience at exactly the kind of thing we’re talking about, and that was as a ‘top’ too. Trust me…I think I can be sure that you’ll enjoy yourself, but all my experience adds up to my being the right one to start off as the top.”

“Oh, come off it! By that rationale, my experience with women, no matter how limited, means the same for me. At least you’ve had fingers and such up you…that’s practically the same as being the bottom!”

“Bunk! Those were female fingers, and they were massaging my prostrate while I was getting the hummer of a lifetime. Believe me, if I thought you had enough practice to guarantee a rival of that experience, I’d say yes in a heartbeat, but you don’t…and you’ve admitted as much…so no comparison. And don’t think I mean this to be cruel, but let’s be honest, in all fairness, I haven’t any bloody idea what to do with a prick that isn’t my own, so it’s not like I can brag about knowing everything. I can only say that, when it comes to what we’re talking about, I know exactly what to do, how to do it well, and I can promise you that, by the time we’re done, you’ll have a smile on your face for so long that they’ll probably have to jackhammer it off your corpse, just to preserve your dignity at the funeral.”

Draco stopped in mid-nibble.

“Those are bold words, Potter. You think awfully highly of yourself.”

Harry smirked mildly. “Occupational hazard. Save the world a few times, your head swells up, hats stop fitting, and the next thing you know…you’re a sex god.”

“Do try not to forget that I personally recall the ‘sex god’ being unconscious in his kitchen, soaked in hot coffee, scalded and with a goose egg on his head the size of a Quaffle. And all of this is beside the point. Are you afraid for your precious masculinity? Will it suffer an irreparable blow if you show a certain generosity and let someone else do the shagging? Or is it just that you really, really have your heart set on doing this a certain way?”

Harry stopped cold. The question hit the mark…and Draco grinned impudently over his ice cream, eyebrows raised in triumph and feverish curiosity.

“I knew it! It’s true. Admit it! You have intense inner fantasies about shagging the stuffing out of me! You do and you know it! You’re just too polite to say it! Go on then…tell me I’m wrong. I dare you.”

Harry turned red a heartbeat later, then nodded respectfully before smirking again and dropping a question of his own.

“Okay. Fine. Yes. I’ve thought about it. Why wouldn’t I? We’ve been dating for months, and these last few weeks…you know the only reason we waited was because we both had children to think of first. If it hadn’t been for that…well…we’d have gotten to this before now. But…the way I see it…if you can even ask me a question like that…then you’ve had the same thing on your mind. I admit that I’ve thought about it. So tell me you haven’t once thought of me…how did you put it? ’Shagging the stuffing out of you.’ Tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

Draco pursed his lips with irritation. The bastard had him dead to rights. He hadn’t given the matter enormous thought…but while his personal wank fantasies were fairly traditional and quite brief, considering how long he’d been single, his occasional daydreams were another matter. Mostly…that entire business with Harry announcing that he’d lounged around Luna’s apartment all of one night and well into the afternoon, only taking breaks for food and conversation between sexual activity, had taken a toll on Draco’s imagination. TWELVE HOURS. When Draco added up all the time he’d spent having sex during his life…with another person involved in the process…it might barely come to a TOTAL of twelve hours.

To be entirely honest…the idea of having someone repeatedly trying to shag him for more than two hours was more than a little unnerving. Not that he planned to show fear in front of Harry this late in the game, and since a first night between them was dangerously close to being in the offing, it was doubly important that he establish a certain dominance here and now. Just because he was the one who was more comfortably suited with his sexual identity…it didn’t mean that he was just a flaming poof who dropped his knickers for the first handsome fellow to smile the right way.

But Harry was a lot more than that…wasn’t he?

“Right. I might…admit…that the idea isn’t without…a certain amount of appeal. It’s just that…I mean…well…damn! How do I say this? Harry…I’ve reached my current age without once doing ’that’. Can you even grasp that I’m…I’m…”

Harry’s chin dropped. “Oh my God! You’re nervous! The only reason you’re putting up all this bluster is…it’s because…never mind. Let’s get out of here, alright?”

“What? Now? We’ve still got ice cream here…and…”

Harry grinned wildly, which always made the years peel away and left one with the vague impression of a teenager wearing a grown up suit.

“We can always have ice cream later. I think we need to stop talking and thinking…and just start doing. The manor is a kid-free zone for the next few months, and we don’t have work tomorrow, let’s stop wasting time and just see what happens when the mood strikes. Come on!”

Draco managed to maintain calm disdain for about seven seconds…then grabbed his coat from the back of his chair. “Okay…sold. Raincheck on the ice cream for later, home now. What got into you all of a sudden?”

Harry leaned in close, and warm breath was on the shell of Draco’s ear. “Draco, I don’t want to shag you. I don’t want to bugger you, I don’t want to fuck you, I don’t want to do anything that you don’t want as well. What I do want, right now, is to get some small measure of privacy, and then I want to make love with you, to you, anyway that works. Do you get it? ‘Cause I do. It isn’t what we do…it’s why we do it. Maybe one of us won’t know exactly every last thing about how and what to do, but who bloody cares? As long as it’s you, I’m where I want to be. It’s right. It’s what I want. Don’t you?”

Draco stifled a whimper. It would be terribly undignified to transform into a simpering puddle in the midst of Fortescue’s. Damn the ice cream! What the bloody hell could anyone do when told something like that…by someone they genuinely wanted, badly enough to fight for, even when it looked like it was pointless or completely implausible? Draco placed his spoon on the table calmly, rose with all the grace he could muster, tugged on his jacket and turned to Harry with a nod of agreement.

“Right. Bugger it for lark. Let’s go then, shall we?”

And off they went. Half a serving of vanilla and half a serving of Fortescue’s best sat melting in their dishes on the table…and the gentlemen who had ordered them couldn’t have cared a damn.


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‘The house-elves will be busy tomorrow.’

Draco mused a moment while Harry pushed him back against the door to Draco’s bedroom and sucked hungrily on the sensitive skin just beneath Draco’s left ear. Their clothing literally littered the hallways from the entrance all the way to here, and Draco was still on fire with the realization that, in spite of everything that should have prevented such a thing from ever happening, and against all expectations, he was starkers in the hall of his own home with Harry Potter wrapped around him, making his knees go bloody weak every time they pressed just close enough together.

‘Gods! That’s…that’s his prick rubbing up against mine! I can’t bloody believe this! You dream and wank and wait and…and then it finally happens…’

“Don’t…stop.” That was all Draco managed to get out before the hands on his hips pulled him closer and tighter, making him ache with the need to just bloody well come right that damned minute. His own prick was as hard as iron, canted slightly to one side and grinding nicely against Harry’s warm hip, and he was just aware enough of reality to acknowledge the faint moisture that had leaked from one or both of them, slicking the skin between them with pre-come.

They’d ditched the last shreds of clothing only a few minutes ago. Harry’s boxers and Draco’s rather pricey briefs were ungraciously flopped together a few feet from them. That first glimpse of each other naked had lingered only a few smiling seconds before they’d slid back together and remained inseparable since.

The last decade hadn’t really done either of them much harm, and Draco found to his complete surprise that, no matter how much he’d mocked Harry for being a tad bit hirsute over the years, the effect of faint stubble brushing against his neck was…well…bugger…certainly nothing to mock a fellow about! The rest of the man was lean and muscular, and Draco had noted with a certain pride that, of the two of them, his ’package’ was just about an inch longer than Harry’s, as well somewhat straighter. Harry’s more than made up for it in girth, and had a sharp, upward curve near the head, which peeked, red and faintly wet, from the dark scruff of his foreskin, while Draco’s had slid free as soon as he’d gotten entirely hard, which hadn’t taken long at all with Harry up against him.

He just HAD to do something other than stand here, especially since Harry seemed entirely comfortable devoting the next day or two to nothing but Draco’s vulnerable neck.

“Mmm…hold…hold still.”

Harry’s lips slipped away from his just long enough for Draco to gather his scattered wits. He delivered a fast and teasing peck to Harry’s mouth before sliding down to his knees in front of the door, letting his hands slip down the length of Harry’s chest and stomach as he went.

Soft, dark hair that barely hid clean skin and lines of muscle. His hand was slithering its way around the erection before him. This…this he knew how to do and do well. Not every visit to the Continent had been a lonely waste of time, but he’d never had a reason to do more than the minimum necessary to satiate a lover. No one had mattered like this.

The organ in front of him bobbed slightly with tension, tip still weeping with the need for relief while Draco made his hand comfortable around it. As soon as his lips slipped around the head, he heard a sigh from above him…Harry, eyes closed and mouth just a little slack, a look of desperate contentment on his face.

Not that Draco had any intention of letting the man off that easily. After nearly a year, he meant to make this last! The door creaked open behind him. Harry had pushed it and then supported himself with the frame, arms up and tensed while Draco greedily teased by tongue and lips, then engulfed the whole of Harry’s cock just for sport. His own prick jutted up from his lap, and was seriously wanting for attention, but it would just have to wait until Draco had a chance to educate Harry regarding the art and science of the blow job.

“D…damn. No…idea…you were…so forward!”

Harry got the words out while trying to remember the power of speech. Draco possessed an enthusiasm for what he was doing that bordered on the mystical, and Harry was definitely benefiting from the extra effort. All those other things, the things that had dogged his heels since the start of it all…they meant nothing now. Draco felt right. Draco felt good.

Maybe he didn’t really know much about being with a man, but from where he was standing now, the difference amounted to very little except for the strictly physical. This was who he wanted, for all the right reasons, and right now he could only barely manage to remember the need to thank Luna later.

When Draco finally pulled away with a rakish smile and stood up, Harry pulled him into a fast embrace.

“Let’s not have anymore of that ’only sex-god in this relationship’ nonsense, shall we?”

“Okay, okay…point taken…and completely granted. Mmm…you want to continue this on the bed, love?” Given how impressive Draco had been only a minute ago, Harry was willing to surrender the point cheerfully.

The grand old four poster had survived countless generations of Malfoys, and Draco idly wondered if it had ever seen a couple like this in its time. Possibly, given that Malfoys in a general sense were prone to relieving their tension however they pleased, but he was absolutely certain that no Potter had ever shared the sheets inside these doors before! Ah, well…there was a first time for everything…and more than a few of them tonight! Now this was luxury.

“You already know…don’t you? No one but you has been here since the divorce, Harry. I…don’t…don’t know how else to say it, but thank you.”

Harry’s lips moved back up Draco’s neck while answer was breathed in a mutter just beneath his ear.

“I know, love…and believe me I’m not ungrateful. Let me show you just how much.”

Harry’s hands were working their way down Draco’s hips, and his mouth was slaking some savage thirst as it made a trail down Draco’s chest. It quickly dawned on Draco…what Harry intended.

“Are…you..?”

“Shhh…yeah.”

And then Draco had cause for utter silence, because words would only have gotten in the way. His fingers twined through short, dark hair while Harry surprised him. It wasn’t expertly done, and it wasn’t even done with even the faintest air of familiarity, the small stops and starts while Harry found his own way kept Draco on edge with hisses of pleasure.

That was exceptional enough, but what Harry’s fingers, soaked in spit as they were, were doing…that was unbearable! Logically, he knew quite well what they were teasing at, and his legs shook faintly while muscles tensed at every touch, but the warmth of Harry’s mouth and the gentle suction that lapped at his cock were enough to relax and distract him until he just didn’t give a damn.

One of those damnable fingers had gently worked just a first knuckle’s worth of its way inside of him, and the faint, wet friction was making Draco absolutely crazy. Harry’s mouth pulled away for a second, and a hand gently nudged a leg a little further upward. When the spongy heat of Harry’s tongue was added to the motion of that finger, Draco gasped and tensed sharply.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t heard of such a thing, or even vaguely glossed over it while imagining sex, but it still seemed like a shockingly intimate thing to do so quickly! And there of all places!

“H-Harry…!”

Harry’s head moved back and he lifted it, smirking. A glance told Draco that Harry understood his momentary shock. “It’s alright. You’re the cleanest person I’ve ever known. If you don’t want me to…”

Draco caught his breath a second later. He shook his head no and leaned back again, trying to relax his shaking legs and just let this flow without another round of nerves.

“Relax…I love you. You’ll like this…once you relax and get used to it.”

Draco kept his silence, but he already knew it felt good. It was just resigning himself to what it made him desire that took a little coping with! Every time that devil tongue daubed and swiped gently, while respectful fingers teased him open further, his stomach flipped with a nervous hunger that was becoming more and more insistent. The bastard really did have a knack at this.

The grand old clock against the wall caught his eye a moment, and Draco suddenly realized that they’d been in the bed almost half an hour, and he hadn’t the faintest idea where that much time might have gone. He was only sure that he was melting and aching with tension and desperate do anything…even…even that…because even as good as they felt, they made him realize that they weren’t enough. Not nearly! His hips shifted involuntarily, and every time he reached for his own cock, which was practically begging for immediate relief, Harry would gently push his hand away! He’d taken to clutching the sheets with gritted teeth and trying to keep the pleas for mercy from surfacing. The need for something more…significant…had overtaken him, and he’d felt himself open his own body to further conquest by that hot and alien, but frighteningly gifted, tongue.

Then Harry finally paused, breathing faintly heavily, and his eyes were tinged dark by visible lust. There was something pleading, searching and yet respectful in them.

“Do you…want…”

“Yes! Please! Gods! Harry I can’t take this! I want this! And please…bloody hurry!”

What the blazes was he doing back there?! Muttering some bloody ill-timed incantation? A soothing slickness suddenly became present, and Draco wondered for only a second where the adorable prat might learned such a thing. He was racking up a rather large list of things for which to thank Luna, and then reality kicked in when the heat of flesh was pressed against him, and Harry was looking him right in the eyes, looking surprisingly calm and patient for a man on the brink of entry. Draco closed his eyes after nodding his assent, and wriggled faintly against the building pressure.

Harry pushed with painstaking slowness, keeping Draco’s legs up and his knees pinned to his chest, while Draco languished on the edge of entry, wondering how long it would take before something that would allow him to come would finally happen.

Muscles that had never been challenged protested against the intrusion. Harry recognized it instantly, in the sudden intake of breath and in Draco’s suddenly widened eyes.

“Too…”

Draco answered hurriedly. “S’okay! Don’t…stop. Just…slower. ‘kay?”

“Aye, love.” And hands were sliding up his hips and chest, then along the line of his neck, and warm lips were suddenly where they belonged, making the thing that was intruding into his body seem vague and unimportant.

Time lost meaning…again…and Draco came back to himself quite suddenly when he realized that Harry was close against his body, snug and warm, at rest as deep inside Draco as was possible. The sense of fullness wasn’t as bracing as he might have imagined, but it was infinitely more satisfying than the aching hunger he’d endured earlier.

Harry was unbearably gentle, still kissing Draco with same soft intensity that had carried them this far. Draco took matters into…well, not quite his own hands per se, but all it took were a few experimental shifts of his waist to show Harry that he was comfortable…and hungry for more. The same firm but carefully paced movements quickened only slightly, increasing in intensity and depth, each further push making Draco’s eyes roll back into his head while his teeth gritted with the damnably pressing need to come. Even now, Harry still found small ways to keep Draco’s hands from finding their way to his erection, now almost completely recovered from the initial surprise and discomfort of entry.

“P…please…”, and Harry’s lips slipped away from his neck just long enough to whisper an answer.

“You want to…come? We’ve only started, love. I can…if you want?”

Harry’s answer was an emphatic nod and the soft grind of Draco’s prick pushing upwards against his chest with need, daubing pre-come along the way.

“Yessss…Gods…please! I want…I want to come.”

“Then let me show you something…shhh…just trust me.”

He’d been comfortable enough, on his back, knees up and legs curled around Harry’s torso, but then Harry’s arms were under him, tipping him back slowly until his backside was propped comfortable in Harry’s lap, still connected by the prick pleasantly lodged inside of him, while Harry had risen on his knees as much as he could, suspending Draco’s weight partly by virtue of strong arms and partly by the muscular thighs almost under Draco’s arse.

The result was what mattered. The position wasn’t particularly comfortable, and made blood rush to Draco’s face in a heated flush more intense than the one he’d felt for almost an hour now, but the head of Harry’s prick pressed against the same place with unerring accuracy now. Every carefully controlled thrust against that bundle of nerves within made Draco’s cock leap and twitch in return while his hands clenched tight, wound into the sheets while cords of muscles stood out in stark relief.

Harry pulled a hand from Draco’s waist and slid it down his chest, bemused by the sight in front of him. There was no question that this was right, but it was still strange to see a flat and definitely male chest in front of him, sweat slick and heaving with urgency. And then there was the swollen and needy prick that twitched restlessly, just inches from where his own body met Draco’s. Alien. It wasn’t as if a few boys hadn’t had ’the horn’ in school years ago, but he’d never been so intimately involved in the process. It was one thing to hear someone tugging at themselves in the bed next to you…it was another to be in the bed with them, the cause of the excitement!

When his hand slipped back up Draco’s chest he paused at the slick spot where pre-come had oozed warm droplets onto the flushed skin. His hand wrapped itself gently around Draco’s cock, eliciting a moan from below while the rigid thing in his hand was thrust upward almost by reflex. Draco’s hips flexed sharply when Harry pulled gently around the shaft and in tandem with the soft and certain movements of his hips, he pushed Draco over the edge into orgasm.

Draco’s hands snapped from the sheets and clenched nails into Harry’s thighs. The sounds that came from his throat barely seemed human, entirely different from the familiar utterances that past lovemaking had brought. No modest affair, conducted with discretion and limited only to the exchange of favors had ever brought a pleasure like this…this madness! His body shuddered while his climax pulsed through Harry’s hand and onto Draco’s own chest, several droplets even spattering his chin and throat. Harry was still staring in amazement, taken aback by the fact that Draco’s orgasm was every bit as exciting to him as Luna’s or Ginny’s had once been, and by the sudden awareness that it made no real difference to him at all. Someone he adored and desired was in throes of pleasure…and that was all that mattered.

Words seemed wholly inappropriate, and the kiss that followed was a mutual way of saying what couldn’t easily be spoken. It lasted long, heavy breaths between them here and again…until Draco realized that he was hardening again, and that Harry hadn’t yet come to orgasm, and was still iron stiff inside him. He suppressed a wicked grin of delirious triumph, failing when a soft chuckle slipped from his throat. Harry’s head pulled back, quizzical and full of unspoken questions.

“Jus…just realized…”

“What?”

Draco grinned outrageously, eyes bright and hungry, before he replied.

“You owe me about eleven more hours of this…or I’ll never let you live it down.”


TBC!!!