The Principles of Lust

Title: The Principles of Lust
Author: Tracy7307 (feedback: tracy7307@hotmail.com)
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Three snapshots of Harry and Draco's relationship.
Timeline: Harry and Draco are 18- this chapter.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: Graphic M/M sexual relations, and fluff/romance in its purest form.
A/N1: Thank you to Gwen for plopping this lovely bunny in my lap and letting me run with it. If you enjoyed this story, please say "Thank you Gwen!" in your feedback.
A/N2: Thank you to Dorothy for spit shining this. You make us look good!

At eighteen years old, Harry Potter was shaking like a leaf.

He ran his trembling hands over the curves of the pale skin being offered up to him, so white against the red sheets of his bed at Grimmauld Place. He couldn't hurt Draco, not again- not like he did last time. He nearly died when he pushed into that unprepared entrance and heard his newfound lover scream in pain. He nearly died because he would never purposely hurt the other boy. When Draco choked out a sob, Harry's erection had died immediately, and he gathered the blonde in his arms and sobbed his apologies.

Now Draco's slim hands clutched and released the sheets in virginal anticipation, its soft material wadding between his long, fine fingers. His blonde hair mingled with the red, reminding Harry much of the colours of Gryffindor. Harry's apprehensive fingers teased the puckered pink skin underneath, letting Draco get used to the feel, following the friendly advice given to him after their first encounter didn't go as planned. When the blonde nodded, his silver gaze locked on Harry's green, Harry slowly pushed his oiled finger inside, feeling the muscles tense immediately.

He felt a nub of dense tissue under the pad of his finger, and Harry stopped trembling when his lover suddenly moaned "oh fuck Harry," and his back arched like a drawn bow off of the bed. Draco lost all inhibition, any fears he had of being hurt were replaced by colours swimming behind his eyes, and writhed under Harry's thrusting finger, panting "more, please, more." As Harry added a second finger, arching immediately to find their spot, Harry's red lips parted. His tongue darted out to moisten them as his hips began to pump against the bed, mimicking the motion of his fingers sliding in and out. Draco reached down for his column of pale flesh and began to stroke in time with Harry's ministrations, while pressing back against Harry's fingers.

Beautiful, Harry thought, beautiful and magnificent and fucking brilliant. All other words failed as he watched with all the naïveté of a first time lover while Draco mewled and moaned. "Harry, please, now," the blonde panted, and Harry scrambled up from between Draco's legs, leaving trails of wet kisses and a long lick up the blonde's weeping erection. With a quickly muttered "Lubricus" Harry settled himself in the perfect cradle of his lover's hips, awkwardly positioning the tip of his cock at Draco's entrance.

"Okay?" he breathed onto the blonde's pink, full lips. "Yes, okay," Draco whispered back, and swiped his tongue sloppily across Harry's lips. The brunette pushed forward, and in one slow movement, Harry buried himself in warm, tight heat. His entire body vibrated; it was insane how good it felt- how right it felt- to be surrounded by Draco, and he had a feeling of completeness never before known to him. And he knew, at that moment, that he would spend the rest of his life with Draco.

He was chest to chest with Draco, the heavy weight of the blonde's cock poking upwards into his belly, Draco's legs wrapped securely around Harry's back. Harry met his lover's eyes, searching his fine features for signs of discomfort. Draco touched his elegant fingers to Harry's slightly freckled cheek, communicating in silence that he was ok, and the brunette slid out a tiny bit, flexed his hips, aimed for his lover's sensative spot, and found it immediately. Draco moaned repeatedly, and Harry leaned down to capture the sound, wanting to keep it forever as he pumped steadily in and out, pleased that he could angle himself to hit the blonde's prostate with every stroke.

Draco reached down his stomach, past the nest of light blonde curls, and wrapped his hand around his throbbing cock. He stroked in time with Harry's thrusts, and as his body began to tense, he never felt so filled before- so complete- a piece of the puzzle finally locked into place. Harry was panting and moaning and kissing Draco over and over, thrusting his very soul into his new lover, marking Draco as his own. Draco locked his legs tightly around Harry, and his lungs seized with pleasure. Harry groaned and buried himself as far as he could inside of Draco, and filled him with strands of his seed. When the blonde's orgasm exploded from deep inside moments later, he knew, at that moment, that he would spend the rest of his life with Harry.

Their breathing calmed. Their intermingled sweat began to dry. Harry reluctantly pulled his softening cock from Draco's body, and the blonde squeezed his lover tightly. "Harry?"

"Mm?"

"I think I'm falling in love with you."

Harry grinned into Draco's chest. "Me too, love."

TBC in part 2.