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Chapter Eight: Carnal Pleasures
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Well here it is. Finally after such a long time of writer's block, the next chapter. I've already started on the next chapter, so have no fear, it will not take as long to update.
CHAPTER EIGHT: CARNAL PLEASURES
Harry gasped as the pale hands found the sensitive pink nipples gently rolling them between his fingers. One of Harry’s hands grasped the arm of the couch while the other found the hem of his lover’s shirt, tugging on it urgently. Draco allowed the ex-Gryffindor to pull his shirt off but in the process he shifted both of them so that Harry’s legs were wrapped around his waist, the smaller mans hips thrusting against him eagerly. Draco moaned at the friction, removing Harry’s shirt as soon as his black shirt crumpled onto the floor, knowing that today would be a hot passionate love session. They had them often, but Draco still loved to worship Harry’s body slowly, extracting sounds that his panther only made with slow, loving intimacy.
A hiss from below him brought Draco out of his thoughts and silvery eyes locked with green ones a loving smirk crossing his lips. Pulling his wand from his pocket his magicked the remaining of their clothes away, satisfying Harry’s desire of feeling his dragon’s flesh against his.
“Draco! Please!” Harry hissed in Parsletongue.
Draco didn’t need a translation of that to know what his lover had said. After five years he knew what his name sounded like in the foreign tongue. Once more using his wand a bottle of lotion appeared on the floor Draco set the extension of his arm down on the floor and picked up the lotion. Using it to coat himself his other hand teased Harry’s entrance making his panther squirm and moan beneath him. Without preparation he slid inside his lover only stopping once he was all the way in. After several moments of letting Harry adjust he pulled out until just his tip was still engulfed by the heat, then slamming back in he set the pace. His dark haired lover rose to meet every thrust, the friction of it all sending Draco near the edge.
Finally after several pleasurable torture thrusts he angled himself to hit the spot that would cause desire to explode throughout Harry’s body. As Harry’s love splattered on their chests his muscles tightened around Draco squeezing the orgasm out of him. Draco panted, his arms on either side of Harry, struggling to hold himself up so as not to crush his smaller love. Pulling himself out of his panther he shifted them so that he was on the bottom, with Harry held close to his side. One hand was petting through the hair that was splayed across his chest, while the other held his panther close.
“Why must you always be so difficult?” Draco said, silvery grey eyes looking down at the top of his love’s head.
“What do you mean?” Harry asked, turning to catch his dragon’s gaze.
“You always think that you have to fight the world alone. Like with Voldemort, in the end you faced him alone. Then you thought that only you could find and catch those Death Eaters. Now those memories, you hid them from me for who knows how long, just because you didn’t want me to be worried, didn’t you?” Draco asked.
Harry didn’t speak for a minute, but the way he bit his lip told Draco that what he said was true.
“I don’t know. I guess it’s just a habit, after being with people who didn’t care about me for so long I’m not used to having people to share my burden with. Added with the fact that I love you so much that I’d do anything not to lose you I guess I thought those memories would scare you away, if you knew I still had them on my mind often,” Harry said, quietly.
“Do you have them on your mind when we’re together?”
“No.”
“When you’re with the children?” Draco inquired.
“No.”
“Then it’s fine, as long as your family is in your thoughts first. Besides, for as long as I live you will belong to me, my panther,” Draco said, his voice loving.
“Malfoy, I am not your property,” Harry chided.
“That’s Malfoy-Potter to you, and maybe you should get a tattoo that says, ‘Property of Draco Malfoy-Potter, touch and die’ written on your body,” Draco teased.
That earned him a playful slap and a laugh which brought a smile to Draco’s lips. “Then you have to get one that says ‘Property of Harry Malfoy-Potter, the greatest fuck he ever had’.”
Draco laughed at that. “Fine, let’s do it. Only let’s make mine ‘Property of Harry Malfoy-Potter, the only fuck he’ll ever have’.”
“What?! I’m not really getting a tattoo,” Harry protested sitting up.
“Why not? I think it’s a brilliant idea,” Draco said, pulling Harry back down to him.
Harry ignored his lover and cuddled back into his side, his eyes closing on their own.
When Harry woke next he was lying on the couch, naked, yet covered by a blanket, and Draco was sitting at one of the two desks looking over papers. Thankful for the blanket he sat up, alerting the blonde to his state of awareness. Draco gave him a big smile before standing and coming to sit on the couch next to him. Pulling the blanket tighter to his body green eyes watched the other intently.
“I have to work this week, but I’ve taken the next two weeks off with the exception of the promise that I would do some work at home. In that time I’m going to make you very happy,” Draco said, his hand caressing Harry’s face.
“Isn’t it enough that I want this? I thought that I just had to want this in order to survive,” Harry questioned.
“It isn’t enough. Not to me, no matter what year your mind may be in, you are still the man I love, and I will always want to make you happy. Since you’re the Harry from the darkest time in your life I’ll just have to work harder to make you happy,” Draco said, his hand moving to Harry’s hair.
“You don’t have to,” Harry said, green eyes looking at the rug.
“I want to. That’s what people do when they love someone,” Draco said, kissing him on the forehead.
Harry didn’t say anything, just nodded. With that Draco left the room, informing Harry that dinner was ready. Quickly pulling on his clothes that were folded on his desk he thought about what Draco could possibly do to make him happy and his face turned an interesting shade of red. Shaking the thoughts from his head he made his way from the room and to the dining room with the rest of his family.
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Night The Storyteller: Hmmm....not sure when this will end. Well at least how many chapters that will be. But it will end, I promise. Yet I can't promise that there won't be sequels.
Well here it is. Finally after such a long time of writer's block, the next chapter. I've already started on the next chapter, so have no fear, it will not take as long to update.
CHAPTER EIGHT: CARNAL PLEASURES
Harry gasped as the pale hands found the sensitive pink nipples gently rolling them between his fingers. One of Harry’s hands grasped the arm of the couch while the other found the hem of his lover’s shirt, tugging on it urgently. Draco allowed the ex-Gryffindor to pull his shirt off but in the process he shifted both of them so that Harry’s legs were wrapped around his waist, the smaller mans hips thrusting against him eagerly. Draco moaned at the friction, removing Harry’s shirt as soon as his black shirt crumpled onto the floor, knowing that today would be a hot passionate love session. They had them often, but Draco still loved to worship Harry’s body slowly, extracting sounds that his panther only made with slow, loving intimacy.
A hiss from below him brought Draco out of his thoughts and silvery eyes locked with green ones a loving smirk crossing his lips. Pulling his wand from his pocket his magicked the remaining of their clothes away, satisfying Harry’s desire of feeling his dragon’s flesh against his.
“Draco! Please!” Harry hissed in Parsletongue.
Draco didn’t need a translation of that to know what his lover had said. After five years he knew what his name sounded like in the foreign tongue. Once more using his wand a bottle of lotion appeared on the floor Draco set the extension of his arm down on the floor and picked up the lotion. Using it to coat himself his other hand teased Harry’s entrance making his panther squirm and moan beneath him. Without preparation he slid inside his lover only stopping once he was all the way in. After several moments of letting Harry adjust he pulled out until just his tip was still engulfed by the heat, then slamming back in he set the pace. His dark haired lover rose to meet every thrust, the friction of it all sending Draco near the edge.
Finally after several pleasurable torture thrusts he angled himself to hit the spot that would cause desire to explode throughout Harry’s body. As Harry’s love splattered on their chests his muscles tightened around Draco squeezing the orgasm out of him. Draco panted, his arms on either side of Harry, struggling to hold himself up so as not to crush his smaller love. Pulling himself out of his panther he shifted them so that he was on the bottom, with Harry held close to his side. One hand was petting through the hair that was splayed across his chest, while the other held his panther close.
“Why must you always be so difficult?” Draco said, silvery grey eyes looking down at the top of his love’s head.
“What do you mean?” Harry asked, turning to catch his dragon’s gaze.
“You always think that you have to fight the world alone. Like with Voldemort, in the end you faced him alone. Then you thought that only you could find and catch those Death Eaters. Now those memories, you hid them from me for who knows how long, just because you didn’t want me to be worried, didn’t you?” Draco asked.
Harry didn’t speak for a minute, but the way he bit his lip told Draco that what he said was true.
“I don’t know. I guess it’s just a habit, after being with people who didn’t care about me for so long I’m not used to having people to share my burden with. Added with the fact that I love you so much that I’d do anything not to lose you I guess I thought those memories would scare you away, if you knew I still had them on my mind often,” Harry said, quietly.
“Do you have them on your mind when we’re together?”
“No.”
“When you’re with the children?” Draco inquired.
“No.”
“Then it’s fine, as long as your family is in your thoughts first. Besides, for as long as I live you will belong to me, my panther,” Draco said, his voice loving.
“Malfoy, I am not your property,” Harry chided.
“That’s Malfoy-Potter to you, and maybe you should get a tattoo that says, ‘Property of Draco Malfoy-Potter, touch and die’ written on your body,” Draco teased.
That earned him a playful slap and a laugh which brought a smile to Draco’s lips. “Then you have to get one that says ‘Property of Harry Malfoy-Potter, the greatest fuck he ever had’.”
Draco laughed at that. “Fine, let’s do it. Only let’s make mine ‘Property of Harry Malfoy-Potter, the only fuck he’ll ever have’.”
“What?! I’m not really getting a tattoo,” Harry protested sitting up.
“Why not? I think it’s a brilliant idea,” Draco said, pulling Harry back down to him.
Harry ignored his lover and cuddled back into his side, his eyes closing on their own.
When Harry woke next he was lying on the couch, naked, yet covered by a blanket, and Draco was sitting at one of the two desks looking over papers. Thankful for the blanket he sat up, alerting the blonde to his state of awareness. Draco gave him a big smile before standing and coming to sit on the couch next to him. Pulling the blanket tighter to his body green eyes watched the other intently.
“I have to work this week, but I’ve taken the next two weeks off with the exception of the promise that I would do some work at home. In that time I’m going to make you very happy,” Draco said, his hand caressing Harry’s face.
“Isn’t it enough that I want this? I thought that I just had to want this in order to survive,” Harry questioned.
“It isn’t enough. Not to me, no matter what year your mind may be in, you are still the man I love, and I will always want to make you happy. Since you’re the Harry from the darkest time in your life I’ll just have to work harder to make you happy,” Draco said, his hand moving to Harry’s hair.
“You don’t have to,” Harry said, green eyes looking at the rug.
“I want to. That’s what people do when they love someone,” Draco said, kissing him on the forehead.
Harry didn’t say anything, just nodded. With that Draco left the room, informing Harry that dinner was ready. Quickly pulling on his clothes that were folded on his desk he thought about what Draco could possibly do to make him happy and his face turned an interesting shade of red. Shaking the thoughts from his head he made his way from the room and to the dining room with the rest of his family.
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Night The Storyteller: Hmmm....not sure when this will end. Well at least how many chapters that will be. But it will end, I promise. Yet I can't promise that there won't be sequels.