PICTURE PERFECT

Warning: Fluffiness.


Chapter Eight


When Draco arrived at the Room of Requirement the next day with Blaise, the door was already there showing that the room was in use. He tentatively opened the door, hoping he wasn’t going to interrupt anyone in some clandestine meeting.

Draco looked around the room, noticing that the fireplace was lit, warming the sparsely furnished room. In front of the fireplace was a single mattress, layered with silk blankets and cushions. Around the room, stood tall and short candelabras, their long tapered candles lit, chasing away some of the darkened shadows from the room. As he was looking around the room, he never noticed Blaise disappear, but heard the faint click of the camera a few feet away from him.

He heard the soft music start up in the room, then felt his heart race as he met Harry’s heated gaze across the room. He stepped closer, taking in the loose jeans and half-buttoned shirt that Harry wore, smiling as he looked down to see Harry’s bare feet.

“I wanted to surprise you, Dray,” Harry softly said, meeting Draco half way, to then bring out his hand from behind his back, holding a single red rose.

Draco accepted the rose that was presented to him, then put his arms around Harry’s neck. “This is so . . . breathtaking, Harry,” he quietly said by Harry’s ear.

Harry smiled against Draco’s neck, savoring the warm feel of his boyfriend pressed against him. “I wanted this night to be special, to show you how much you mean to me,” he said, as he pulled back to look into Draco’s eyes.

Draco leaned in to gently kiss Harry’s smiling lips, feeling invisible fingers take the rose from his hand. With both hands now free, he was able to comb his fingers through the back of Harry’s hair, while the other hand glided down Harry’s chest, to rest over his rapidly beating heart. Their kisses were soft and sensual, each pouring all their emotions into those kisses.

Harry slowly undid the buttons on Draco’s shirt, wanting to touch skin, then moaned into the kiss when he felt warm hands skim over his bare chest, over the ringed nipple. His lips left Draco’s to lightly kiss along his jaw, then down to his neck, as his hands glided down to Draco’s waist to slip around his back to pull him closer.

Draco’s neck leaned to the side as Harry nuzzled and kissed the skin, sending warm shivers down his back, while his hands played over Harry’s chest and shoulders. He felt Harry’s kisses slowly move up his neck again, then come back to lightly kiss the corner of his mouth. He opened his eyes that he didn’t realize he had closed, to look into the green heated gaze of his lover.

Harry brought up his hand to lightly cup the side of Draco’s face, his thumb caressing his cheek. He placed a soft kiss to his lips, then drew back to look into Draco’s eyes again. “I love you, Draco,” he softly said.

“I love you too, Harry,” Draco hoarsely replied, a single tear falling down his cheek. “I’ve waited so long to hear those words from you . . . to say those words to you.”

Harry leaned in to kiss the tear from Draco’s cheek. “I love you,” a kiss to the cheek, “ I love you,” a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “I love you,” a kiss to Draco’s waiting lips.

Before Draco could deepen the kiss, Harry pulled away, then reached down to take his hand. He very willingly followed Harry to the mattress, where they stood and embraced again.

“You know, it was very hard to leave you last night,” Harry huskily said, as both hands slipped in Draco’s open shirt, touching the trembling chest. “I wanted to be inside you,” he softly said, sliding his hands up to Draco’s shoulders, then down his arms, the shirt slipping down to the floor. “I wanted to wait until tonight,” a kiss to the shoulder. “I wanted to taste you, make you scream my name as I make you cum, over and over again.”

“Gods . . . Harry,” Draco moaned, his body trembling in need from the whispered words in his ear. He then threw his head back as Harry’s hand ghosted over his stomach, past the waist of his jeans, to rub his aching erection.

Harry leaned in and nibbled on the exposed neck, as his hand rubbed up and down the length of Draco’s jean-covered erection. “Fuck . . . you are so hard, Dray,” he moaned, pressing harder with the palm of his hand.

Draco thrust his hips forward against the hand, as he pushed the shirt off of Harry’s shoulders, then groaned when Harry’s hand stopped rubbing against him. He then felt Harry’s hands undo his jeans, then skim around his back to slip into the loosened waist, moaning as the warm hands glided over his naked skin.

“No boxers?” Harry huskily asked, pulling back to look into Draco’s eyes.

“They would have been in the way,” Draco grinned, as his own hands went to undo Harry’s jeans. “I need you, Harry. I want to feel you against me, on top of me,” he pleaded as he stepped back, and slipped his hands in the sides of his jeans to push them down his legs.

Harry followed Draco’s hands with his eyes as they pushed the jeans down, then moaned when Draco lay back on the bed, his hand skimming down his stomach to his rock-hard cock. He slowly slid his own jeans down, then smiled in response when Draco raised his brow when he noticed that he wore nothing underneath also. Once he kicked them aside, he knelt on the bed, crawling towards Draco who lay on the middle of the bed. He leaned down to kiss the inside of Draco’s ankle, then began to lick and nibble the skin as he slowly moved up the inside of the calf.

Draco began to whimper and moan as Harry’s mouth, tongue, and teeth were slithering up his leg. He spread his legs, as Harry licked his way up the inside of his thigh, then groaned in frustration when he felt Harry’s warm breath against his balls and cock, then was gone. He looked down to see Harry move back, to start the same, sweet torment on his other leg. “Harry . . . please . . . you’re killing me,” he panted, gripping the sheets at his sides.

Harry continued his slow exploration of Draco’s inner leg, moving up to brush his tongue along the underside of Draco’s cock, circling the head with his tongue, moaning at the taste of the pre-cum that leaked onto his tongue.

“Fuck . . . yesss . . . more Harry . . . please,” Draco begged.

Harry kissed his way to Draco’s hip, to nibble onto the skin. “In good time, Draco,” he huskily said, before sucking the skin into his mouth.

“Gods . . . remind me to hex you later,” Draco raggedly groaned, as Harry nibbled onto his trembling stomach.

“Did you want me to stop?” Harry softly asked, circling his tongue around Draco’s navel.

“No . . . ohgods . . . Harry . . . need you . . . now,” Draco panted. “Please Harry,” he begged.

Harry blindly reached for the jar of lubricant, as he trailed wet kisses up to Draco’s chest, his hair hanging down to brush against the heated skin. He lowered his hips onto Draco’s, moaning around one of the blonde’s nipples when his hard length began to grind against the others’. He angled his one knee up as he thrust forward, lifting Draco’s leg higher up on his thigh as he sucked the nub into his mouth.

Draco arched his back into Harry’s touch as he grinded up against him. He felt Harry’s hand glide over his hip to his backside, then the lubricated finger rub against his hole. “Yessss . . . more,” Draco moaned, as he lifted his leg higher around Harry’s waist. He pushed back against the finger, moaning as it went deeper inside of him, hitting just the right spot to make him cry out Harry’s name as he came, his cum spreading between them.

Harry moved his hips faster, his cock sliding over Draco’s slick stomach and cock. He thrust two fingers inside of Draco, as he bit down a little harder on a nipple, his orgasm ripping out of him.

Draco gave a tug to Harry’s hair to pull him up, claiming the wet lips in a passionate kiss. He pushed back, impaling himself on Harry’s fingers over and over again, moaning into the kiss as his sweet spot was unmercifully stroked again, and again.

Harry felt himself hardening again, from hearing the moans and needy whimpers coming from Draco. He pulled away from the kiss and kneeled up between Draco’s legs, then leaned down to lick some of their cum off the head of Draco’s cock, as he slipped a pillow under his lover’s hips. His hand glided over Draco’s hip, then to his stomach, coating his hand with their combined cum, then used it to lubricate his cock, before guiding it to Draco’s entrance.

Draco watched Harry’s face as he slowly pushed into him, his eyes smoldering and heavy lidded as their gazes met. He wrapped a leg around Harry’s lower back, using his heel to pull him in deeper.

Harry looked down into Draco’s eyes as he slowly sheathed himself inside the tight heat. Once fully seated, he stilled, savoring the feel of tight warmth surrounding his cock. He slowly drew back until just the crown of his cock remained inside, then began to thrust slow and shallow, watching as his length slipped in and out of his lover. He guided Draco’s one leg over his shoulder, as he continued the shallow, slow thrusts.

“More . . . Harry . . . please,” Draco panted, his hand stroking his cock in time with Harry’s thrusts.

“Like this?” Harry raggedly asked, slowly pushing in to the hilt.

“Gods . . . yes,” Draco moaned.

“Or,” Harry slowly pulled back, “like this,” he hoarsely said, as he thrust deep and hard.

“Fuck! Yessss . . . more . . . like that,” Draco cried out.

Harry thrust a few more times hard and fast, then stilled again as he lowered his upper body on top of his love. Draco wrapped his legs around Harry’s waist, and his arms around his back, as he reached up to kiss Harry’s neck. Harry’s hands slid down to Draco’s back, then up to his shoulders, to hang on as he started to thrust slow and deep again.

Harry looked down into Draco’s eyes. “Love you . . . so much,” he whispered against his lips.

“Mmmm . . . love you . . . too,” Draco moaned, as his short nails ran down Harry’s glistening back.



‘Merlin,’ Blaise thought to himself, adjusting the hardness in his jeans, as he heard the whispered words between the two of them. He snapped a few more pictures as the two moaned into their kiss, as they came almost simultaneously. He quietly made his way to the door, and slipped out of the room. He leaned back against the door as he said the counter spell to appear visible again, the past few hours replaying in his mind. He never heard Draco fall apart like that, and wasn’t surprised that Harry was the one to do that to him. The two of them definitely have chemistry together . . . explosive chemistry, by what he has witnessed so far. He pushed himself from the wall to head towards the Slytherin dorms, to take a cold shower.


“Do you think Blaise left?” Draco asked, as he snuggled into Harry’s side, who lay on his back.

“Yeah. I heard him leave a while ago,” Harry smiled, tracing his fingers down Draco’s spine.

“I love you, Harry,” Draco softly said, tilting his head up from Harry’s chest to look up at him.

“Love you too, Dray,” Harry warmly replied, kissing Draco’s forehead. He magicked the blanket over their sated bodies, then tightened his arms around Draco’s back.

Draco tiredly smiled against Harry’s chest, his arm around his waist, and his leg overlapping his as he made himself comfortable. He was looking forward to seeing the pictures that Blaise took that night, already planning on what type of pencils and charcoal he would be using for the drawings. He felt Harry kiss the top of his head. ‘I’ll think about it tomorrow,’ he thought to himself, as he drifted off to sleep, followed soon after by Harry who was privately thanking Blaise for interfering in Draco’s life.


tbc
~the end is near. Next chapter the epilogue.