Public Love

Public Love

Small edit. I'm bad and forgot to credit lettiehatter as my beta. Thanks so much! *hugs*
Also, this fic was originally written for enchanted_jae on LJ.


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As Harry navigated through the backstage hallway of the concert hall he had a smile on his face and a bounce to his step. Every turn of a corner and pass of a room increased the anticipatory shivers that ran through his body. A fire of excitement burned his racing blood, pumping through his veins in rhythm to the beat of the far off music.

Harry Potter loved public events.

It had nothing to do with the events he went to, and it was definitely not the public. No, the reason Harry’s world seemed to revolve around such events was due to steamy memories of a pale body and all the naughty things he had done with it.

It had started with the Christmas play last December. Harry had gotten separated from Ron and Hermione during the interlude and ended up walking the wrong way around the building. He had passed by a group of performers smoking and frowned thoughtfully when he realized he had already gone half way around the theater. He pressed on, hoping to not look foolish in front of the smokers and praying his path would curve to the front from the other way. On the west side of the building had been where he’d first seen Draco.

That had been the beginning of his love for public events.

Harry entered the small, brightly lit costume closet and, before the door clicked shut, was engulfed in warm arms. A smile curved his lips when he felt Draco nuzzling his neck affectionately, laying teasing kisses against his sensitive skin. A light smell of apples drifted to his nose, the comforting scent he associated with Draco.

Silently, Harry whispered, “I missed you,” into blond hair and let his fingers map out the ticklish spots on Draco’s ribs. His hands wandered down to the clasp of Draco’s robes, pulling them apart impatiently. He groaned when he was met with the sight of naked skin.

“You didn’t wear anything underneath?”

Draco chuckled. “I though it’d save time.”

Harry smiled deviously and ducked his head to suck on a perking nipple. Draco moaned and gripped midnight-black hair, tugging on the roots like a tribute to their beginnings, a shadow of their first few times together when they were rough and quick and everything had been rushed. There had never been any intimacy those times.

Now, though, they touched each other with familiarity, knowing each location of erogenous zones. Confident fingers graced the spots that drew out moans and gasps with months of knowledge behind the familiar touches.

Draco tugged Harry’s hair forcefully, painfully, drawing Harry’s head up and capturing his lips in a smoldering kiss. It was passionate and erotic, delicious pressure of lips pushing and parting. Harry groaned when Draco sucked on his tongue, the feeling shooting straight to his hardening member.

Pale hands pushed against his chest and immediately started undoing Harry’s shirt buttons. As the fabric was coaxed to slowly slipped down his shoulders, Harry felt hot, wet kisses placed over the newly exposed skin. He shivered from the intensity of Draco’s silver eyes when the shirt slipped off completely .

It was selfish, perhaps, but it was one of the reasons Harry loved these encounters so much. Draco made him feel good in so many ways. Since becoming a wizard he had been told he was special, for obvious reasons, but he’d never thought that himself. Now he felt special, precious, extraordinary in Draco’s eyes.

They kissed again and Harry’s mind flashed back to their first time, when Draco had been behind the theater that night. Harry had been planning to pass the blond without conflict, he had tensed when his arm had been grabbed, and he had been shocked when he realized Draco was kissing him. He had pulled back, indistinguishable emotions bubbling underneath the surface as he demanded what Draco was doing. The blonds response had been, “I always wondered what that’d be like.”

Hands wondered down his chest, just shy of tickling, until fingers slipped into his waistband teasingly. Draco rubbed tantalizingly under the fabric, touching the triangular dip of his hip in such a sensory way it made Harry’s toes curl as shivers rippled over his skin.

Growing impatient, Harry took a half step backwards and almost desperately tugged open his pants, simultaneously toeing off his shoes. After a few quick, jerky movements and an amused chuckle he was pressing himself against the warm, naked body of Draco and sighing happily. They kissed again, this time with slow, languid movements and gently exploring tongues. Harry rested his hands on Draco’s hips, rubbing his thumbs in circular movements closer and closer to the hardened member pressing against his own and smiled into the kiss when he felt the whimpering noises escaping Draco’s throat.

The significance of these meetings, what they meant to Draco, was a mystery. Maybe it was the thrill of possibly getting caught, seeing as they had only met in public locations. However, the fact that Draco always cast a multitude of privacy wards weakened that theory. Instead, he leaned more towards the guess that the public areas were a middle ground. Meeting in neutral territories made them equals, eliminated the complication of their pasts.

“My turn to top,” Draco whispered, an edge of excitement underlining his words. Harry shivered as he was persuaded to turn around. His tan hands supported him as he leaned against the smooth wall, feeling slightly exposed with his arse bent outwards. The feeling melted into something warmer when he felt a kiss placed onto each shoulder blade.

The preparation was always gentle and slow. Draco touched Harry like he worshipped him, his fingers pushing in with a saintly slow pace, and the gentleness of the most caring lover. He whispered nonsense words all the while, silly things about Harry’s laugh or eyes or hair or whatever, always drawing a blushing smile to his face.

When he finally thrust in, it was slow and careful, conscious determined to make everything as pleasurable to Harry as possible. It only took a few strokes before Harry was, embarrassingly, moaning like a porn star. It wasn’t just the pleasure brought from the sex, although that was very lovely, but the way in which Draco touched him so intimately, so caressingly.

And then, without warning, the movement stopped. He could have cried.

“Turn around,” Draco said suddenly, his voice choked. Standing there with weak knees and a panting breath, it took Harry a few beats to process the request. He did as he was asked. He wasn’t even fully turned around before his lips were met with Draco’s own.

This was new. Harry’s heart speed up as Draco’s hands slipped over his thighs to the back of his flanks, resting where arse met legs. He pulled back and noted, with a tingle of pride, the silver color in Draco’s eyes was almost completely engulfed in the blackness of his blown pupils, his checks tinted in the most delicious shade of pink, and his lips red and swollen. Harry smiled and ran his hands through the soft blond hair, messing it up to complete the debauched look before wrapping his arms around Draco’s neck. He didn’t need words to know what was about to happen.

Leaning forward, Harry initiated another long, unhurried kiss that ended with Draco’s tongue thrusting in and out of his mouth in a provocative promise. Harry pulled back and whispered Draco’s name through a shuttering breath, feeling the hard erection pressed against his hip jump.

“Okay?” Draco asked, lifting his hands upwards. Harry nodded and jumped up, his legs wrapping around Draco as he simultaneously fell back against the wall. It took a moment of careful maneuvering, but then Draco was pushing into him. That they were face to face, eyes locked onto each other’s, breath mingling in the air, made the experience all the richer.

Draco started to move, thrusting in and out in at a slow pace. Even from this position he somehow managed to rub against the spot inside Harry that sent pure pleasure straight to his cock. Harry’s head fall back against the wall, unrestrained moans and whimpers pouring out his throat as Draco sucked on it.

As the pace quickened, a faint part of Harry knew the skin on his back would be red from being rubbed against the wall, but he couldn’t bring himself to care, not with the panting breath tickling the sensitive hairs in his ear, or the delicious slide of a firm stomach gliding against his weeping cock.

Bodies moved together, groans mixed in the air. What had started as just fun and excitement had steadily grown into something more, into an ache deep inside Harry’s bones for these hidden moments with Draco.

Each thrust brought Harry close to the brink of oblivion, loosing his body in pleasure. His vision started to blur, his body grew taunt. And when Draco whispered, “Oh, Harry,” in his ear, it was all it took for him to fall into bliss. His hips twitched forwards as spurts of his pleasure spilled between their bodies. He groaned when, not a second later, Draco tensed as well.

Collapsing on the floor was, admittedly, a bit painful, but Harry welcomed the protective arms that wrapped around his body. He took a moment to compose himself, panting against Draco’s shoulder, before cupping the blond’s head for another round of tender kisses.

He wasn’t surprised that, after a long moment of cuddling – of the manly variety of course – Draco stood. Harry followed, mourning when the blond covered his delicious body with his robe and started to dress himself. It was when Harry had turned around in search of his right shoe that Draco’s arms wrapped around his waist and tugged him back.

“Party at the Manor, tomorrow at nine. Very formal.”

When he turned around, the blond was gone, but his smile didn’t falter. As he started to make plans on where to get a decent pair of dress robes, Harry couldn’t help but think once again how much he loved public events.


-Fin