Massage

Title: Massage
Author: Deviant
Fandom: Harry Potter -- Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17, always.
Disclaimer: There's no way I could ever own the legend of Harry Potter. I am but a humble fan, seeking to amuse myself by toying with the genius creations of JK Rowling, profit-less and humble. (i.e. not my people/places/etc. and not making money from writing this!)
Warnings: There is definitely gay sex in this. If this offends you, please leave this page now. (As this is a fic I wrote a while ago, I'm not positive what exactly is contained herein, but there is certainly male on male teasing, then penetration. Consider yourself warned.)
Summary: Draco indulges in a massage.

To Kawanale. Thank you for asking for this re-post. :)


PART ONE:

Draco sighed and relaxed into his chair. He’d had a form in his hand, filled out and ready to go, but he had just given it to his owl to deliver to the company he was seeking out. Yes, he needed this very much.

***

Harry stood up and stretched, cracking his knuckles as he extended his arms over his head. He packed a bag and left his boss’s office, humming a muggle song – the Gilligan’s Island theme – as he walked to the apparition point downstairs. Oh yes, today was going to be an interesting day.

***

Draco lay naked on the massage table that was spread out in his study. He inhaled and exhaled deeply and shut his eyes. He heard the door open and grumbled, “Just get started already. It feels like the tension in me is eating my bone marrow right out from underneath me…and I need that stuff,” he finished as he yawned. He had always loved indulging in his favorite guilty pleasure -- massages.

***

Harry looked at the pale body lying face down before him. The face was turned away from him, but he knew it was Draco Malfoy. If the order for a massage, the signature on it, and the fact that was standing in the Malfoy manor wasn’t enough to tell him that, there was also the fact that Harry recognized the casual elegance of Draco’s body, pale, toned, and fine, from years of Quidditch and vanity.

***

Draco smiled as he felt the masseuse set his bag down on the table. He heard several glass bottles clinking against each other; he didn’t recognize the footsteps or presence of the masseuse. It was a damn good thing, too. He’d asked for a different one this time; his formal masseuse had taken too many liberties and talked too much, neglecting a first class massage while he did so. He heard the person open a bottle and seconds later, he heard hands rubbing together. He didn’t much care who the person was, as long as they were professional and damned good at massages.

***

Harry raised his eyebrow as he warmed the massage oil on his hands. Since he’d gotten in a fight with a bludger and lost in his third year of Quidditch practice, his elbow hadn’t quite been the same. His hands were okay, though, and he decided to take up massage as a part-time career. He was known throughout the business for his warm, broad hands, and his delicate teasing of muscles that made a person relax immediately. He smirked as he felt Draco relax almost in sync with his hands touching the marble back.

***

Draco was immediately taken by whoever this new masseuse was. They had warm hands and the massage oil seemed to be a part of his skin – it was evenly distributed and rubbed into his skin gently, rather than in globs like some inexperienced oafs he’d had massage him before. He sighed happily and relaxed, letting the magical hands of the stranger strut their stuff.

***

Harry slowly ran his hands up and down Draco’s back, teasing the muscles as he rubbed them into lax states. He poured some more oil on his hands and warmed it quickly, massaging Draco’s shoulders firmly, but gently. Just as he pushed the heel of his hand into Draco’s shoulder blade, he heard the blond moan very softly. He did it again, grinning evilly as he heard Draco groan again.

***

God, those hands were amazing! He’d had a sore back all week, and in no time, the hands found the spot of trouble and worked it out, almost effortlessly. He found himself moaning in pleasure as the broad hands continued to rub his muscles. His eyes widened when the hands pressed down on his lower back, and he shifted rather uncomfortably.

***

Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco’s shift in position. Having lived with other boys for seven years at Hogwarts, he knew that shift. He laughed silently and rubbed the heels of both of his hands into Draco’s lower back. He pushed on the tailbone, felt it pop, and heard Draco whimper. He spread his hands out and rubbed them over Draco’s sides, feeling the muscles tense, relax, tense, relax.

***

Draco moaned again as he felt the magical hands working away all his problems. He’d had a rough week at work – not that he needed to work, he just had nothing else to do – and his taxes were due soon, and he’d lost his wand, found it again, and then lost it again, and he was totally and completely sexually frustrated. Yes, that’s the only reason the stranger’s massage was turning him on. It had to be.

***

Harry rubbed the palms of his hands over Draco’s lower back again, seeing the back arch just barely. He was sure Draco thought it was unnoticeable, but he had noticed. And he decided to exploit it.

***

Those hands were too good! It was unnatural for someone to be that amazing with simply their hands. They pulled away from him for a moment, and Draco heard the stranger putting more oil into his hands. He shifted again, trying to will his erection away, but before he could, the hands were back.

***

Harry rubbed his hands lower and lower, grazing just over the top of Draco’s bum as he massaged him firmly. Draco groaned again as Harry popped another bone in his back.

***

“Lower, lower,” Draco willed the masseuse. He felt hands slipping onto his bum and he gasped, denying any evidence of his arousal. “My legs, please, my thighs, my calves, ankles, please. God, where did you get those hands?” He groaned again as he felt the towel covering his bum being moved up some.

***

Harry’s smirk threatened to incinerate the room, it was so bright. So Draco was a bit turned on, loved his hands, and wanted him to massage his thighs? This could be interesting...

***

Draco gasped sharply as he felt two hands slide up his left thigh, one on either side of it. He whimpered quietly as he bit into his hand, trying to deny the feelings flooding his body. It was just because he hadn’t gotten any in a while. That was all. He wasn’t feeling anything for this masseuse he hadn’t even seen yet. He was scared to look, though, curious as he was. What if those majestic hands were attached to some hideous brute? He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to think disgusting thoughts.

***

Harry massaged up and down Draco’s left thigh slowly. He took his time, working out all the little kinks he felt in the slender, muscled leg. He wondered what Draco did for a living as he put a bit more oil onto his palms. He walked around the table and started on Draco’s right thigh. He ran his hands all the way up Draco’s leg, brushing his balls ‘accidentally’ with his knuckles. The reaction was immediate.

***

Draco gasped loudly as the hands ghosted against his balls. He whined and rocked back a little toward the hands. He was too relaxed to get up and run, but too tense to get up and hex him. He buried his face in his hands as he felt the towel being pulled away.

***

Harry very slowly slipped the towel off Draco’s body, revealing a round, slightly muscular, and very tense, ripe little bum. He licked his lips and ran his hands around the circumference of Draco’s arse. His breath picked up a bit as he started to massage each cheek very gently, using every trick he’d ever known to try to turn the Slytherin on even more.

***

Draco whimpered when he felt the hands working their magic into his arse cheeks. His face was bright as he tried to suppress the moans he wanted to release. He gasped a little as the hands got closer and closer to his crack.

***

Harry was running his fingers up and down Draco’s arse as he watched the boy shiver. He put more massage oil on his hands, glancing at Draco’s body for a second to notice the sheen on his pale skin. He ran one of his index fingers around the dimples in Draco’s back, and ran the other one between his legs to massage Draco’s perineum.

***

Draco moaned loudly when he felt a slick finger rubbing against the spot just behind his balls. He was so close to coming and he hadn’t even been touched sexually until then. He unconsciously spread his legs apart and pushed his arse up towards the hands, groaning softly as he did. Tears were spilling from his eyes; he was so utterly ashamed of his behavior.

***

Harry rubbed the perineum gently in circles, ghosting his other finger along the top of Draco’s crack. He decided to push his luck a bit, figuring he could just obliviate Malfoy if the need arose. He slid his finger in between the globes of Draco’s arse.

***

Draco gasped, his legs shaking slightly, as he felt a finger tickling his crack. He pushed back towards the feelings, still feeling ashamed, but who was going to say anything about this? It’s not like the masseuse – whoever he was – would say anything, because he could lose his job by treating a client this way. He finally gave in to the touches and hissed quietly, “Yes!” as he felt the finger graze across his opening.

***

Harry heard the tiny hiss and felt his cock throb, as if trying to say something back to Malfoy. He’d been hard for quite some time and it was beginning to get painful. He eased a finger into Draco’s opening, smiling as the blond wriggled against his digit. He wrapped his free hand around the delicate balls between the blond’s spread legs and grinned when he felt a choked gasp escaping his client’s lips.

***

Draco pushed onto the finger, panting lightly as he played out a movie between himself and someone he never thought he’d see again. “Oh Merlin, I’m so close,” he groaned quietly, more to himself than the masseuse. He knew the masseuse had heard him though, because he felt the finger inside him still for a moment before returning to its quest.

***

Harry was curling his finger, searching for a spot that would blow Draco’s mind. He had no idea what Draco’s orientation was, but if this was any indication, he was gay, or at least bi. Idly, he wondered if Draco had done this with anyone else before, as he slowly curled his finger again. He smirked when he finally found his mark.

***

Draco hissed and arched off the table, pushing onto Harry’s finger. “Oh gods, yes,” he growled as he thrust himself backwards and onto the finger. “Yes, yes,” he chanted as he tried to fuck himself. One of the stranger’s hands was still wrapped around his balls and he inhaled sharply when he felt the gentle squeeze on them.

***

Harry bent over slightly to lick at Draco’s arse. He kissed from his tailbone down, sucking on all the pressure points that he knew to be back there. He was rewarded when he heard Draco’s shout and felt his balls pulling back.

***

Draco moaned loudly as he twisted himself around that finger that was so cruelly remaining still. He clenched at his own hair when he felt a warm mouth on his bum. He almost came as he thought, What if he’s as good with his mouth as with his hands? and took a deep, shuddering breath to calm himself. He could feel the slight lubrication of his pre-cum slickening the table beneath him more with each tick of the minute hand.

***

Harry licked down Draco’s crack slowly as he pulled both his hands away from and out of Draco. He grabbed the blond’s globes and spread them apart, licking across the opening as he exhaled hot air onto it as well. He dug his tongue into the hole without a warning, and felt the muscles clench around his invading tongue.

***

Draco almost screamed when he felt the stranger’s tongue plunging into him. He was shivering as he pushed against it, wanting more than just a tongue in his arse. He groaned with impatience as he felt the masseuse slow.

***

Harry slowed his teasing for a moment before he picked it back up. He could tell what he was doing to Draco. He knew the effect he was having. But he didn’t want to do this to Draco when the Malfoy lord didn’t even know who he was. He slid his tongue back out of the hole, flicking over it quickly, before backing off.

***

Draco slammed his fist against the table when he felt the tongue pull out. At first, he was excited, because he thought it would be something better, but when nothing came, he got mad. His legs were spread open pretty far, his cock red and impatient hanging between his raised hips. He was sweating slightly and had his fingers tangled in his hair. He sighed angrily when he heard the masseuse walking away.

***

Harry wasn’t walking away, though. He was walking around to the front of Draco to see him, and hopefully, kiss him. He didn’t know if it would happen, though. An angry Draco was not one he wanted to deal with. He hoped the blond would dismiss their past and just want Harry to fuck him raw. His steps faltered as he questioned himself about why he wanted to fuck...no, make love...to Draco, but he had no answer. And for now, he needed no answer.

***

Draco felt a breath against his lips as the masseuse bent over in front of him. He kept his eyes screwed shut; he didn’t want to ruin the moment. He was in shock moments later when he felt himself being kissed.

***

Harry pressed his lips against Draco’s. Slowly, he eased his tongue into the blond’s mouth, eliciting a moan from the blond. He ran his hand through the soft, light hair. “Open your eyes, Malfoy,” he whispered huskily when he pulled away from the kiss.

***

Draco heard the voice – it sounded so much like his Harry’s...no, Potter's...voice! – and melted even more at the deep, smooth whisper. He whined and opened them slowly, meeting a steady green stare when he did so.

***

Harry smiled when he saw Draco’s pupils dilate and his breath quicken. “On your back, Malfoy. It’s time to show you what a real massage is all about,” he whispered to the shocked blond as he helped him roll onto his back without falling off the table.

***

Draco turned onto his back, staring at Harry the whole time. “Where the hell did you learn to do that with your hands, Potter?” he asked breathlessly. He watched as Harry poured some more massage oil onto his hands and began rubbing his chest.

***

Harry rubbed his hands over Draco’s nipples, innocently at first, then slowly more sexually. After a few moments of pure massage, he grabbed both the nipples and pinched, causing Malfoy’s back to arch off the table. Harry saw Draco’s legs spread apart out of the corner of his eye, Malfoy’s knees up and bent, and he did it again, this time getting the blond to moan loudly.

***

Draco’s eyes fell shut again as he felt Harry giving his nipples a special treatment. He’d always had rather sensitive nubs, and Harry was effortlessly pinching and rubbing them. If he wasn’t careful, he’d come just from that stimulation. He groaned again as he felt Harry scratch across them. He took a deep breath and, with his head back and spine arched, he groaned, “Lower, Potter...lower!”

***

Harry listened to Malfoy’s plea. He let go of his nipples and rubbed down his chest, returning to innocent massage. He pushed his hands into Draco’s skin gently, easing the tight muscles of his chest into relaxed states of bliss. He rubbed his hands in circles, kneaded his skin, pushed, and pulled, whatever he had to do to make Draco completely at ease. He chuckled lightly as he ran his hands to Draco’s bellybutton, feeling the tension just under the surface.

***

Draco held back another moan when he felt Harry’s hands going lower on his body. His neck was tense with nerves; his legs were taut with excitement. He didn’t know if he should just lie there and let Harry demonstrate his skill, or if he should hex Potter and run away. In the end, he decided to stay, and that choice was immediately rewarded when he felt delicate, sensitive fingers trailing up and down the path of hair leading from his abdomen to underneath the towel Harry had replaced.

***

Harry slid his hands under the surface of the soft white towel. He smirked as he felt Draco’s hips very subtly rock towards his hands. He was ignoring his own throbbing problem as he slipped his hands lower and lower, rubbing sensuous oil into the porcelain skin the entire time. He reached the edge of Draco’s groin and felt, rather than heard, the boy whimper.

***

Draco could hardly move, but he managed to get the strength to pull the towel away from his body. He revealed his stiff, rose cock to Potter and saw the eyes widen. He spread his legs apart just a bit more and ignored how embarrassed he was that pre-cum was dribbling out of him at a mere massage. He gasped as Harry eased his hands to his genitals, and begged softly, “Lower…lower…”

***

Harry heard Draco’s plea and he smirked gently. He put a bit more oil into his palms and warmed it rapidly, watching the cock displayed before him throb with desire. He set his hands on the inside of Draco’s thighs and rubbed them gently. He worked his way slowly to his balls, massaging and squeezing. As he watched Draco writhe under him, Harry slowly made his way to the pulsing cock standing at attention.

***

Draco choked on a scream, letting out only a soft whimper, when Harry suddenly grabbed his cock. The magic hands were still slow and deliberate, but there was undeniably a more sexual spin to them now. He whined and arched his back as he felt one hand on his shaft and the other tracing a fingertip around the slit at the tip of his cock. He took a deep breath and tried to steady himself as he gave his body over to Harry.

***

Harry teased Draco’s cock with one finger, circling the opening at the tip, teasing the ridge around the head, massaging the tender spot on the underside. He was sliding his other hand up and down the shaft and smiled wickedly when he felt Draco’s body quake. He knew he was close, but he also knew how to drag it out for as long as he wanted.

***

Draco shivered as he saw Harry bending over his lap. The finger that had been so cruelly teasing the head of his cock was making its way to his opening, sliding between his arse cheeks as he pushed against it. He was so sexually deprived that this was turning him on; he’d never even considered being gay before. That would explain why he had better orgasms when masturbating than when laying with girls. He felt as the finger gently pushed into his body and moaned, a deep, guttural sound coming from the depths of his soul.

***

Harry heard Draco’s moan and pushed his finger in harder. When he heard Draco’s sharp gasp, he knew he’d chosen correctly. He curled his finger and searched for Draco’s prostate again. When he found it, he employed his skillful massage techniques and rubbed it very gently, but firmly, throwing Draco’s senses into overdrive. He heard the blond whimper again. He lowered his mouth over the penis, blowing warm air onto it and watching the ensuing twitch. He smirked and stuck his tongue out.

***

Draco held his breath when he felt Harry’s breath against his manhood, but let it all out suddenly when he felt Harry’s tongue flick against him. He rocked back onto the finger, jolting as it finally found his most sensitive band of nerves. He felt the finger lock up, remembering the location, almost. Then he felt it rubbing against his prostate. It wasn’t timid or shy. It was pure, unadulterated skill.

***

Harry was through with teasing Draco. He didn’t care if he drew this orgasm out or not. He wanted to make the blond come harder than he could ever remember coming. He quickly sucked the cock into his mouth, laughing as Draco shot off the bed and screamed.

***

Draco felt warm suction on his cock and almost fainted. Never had a blow job felt this good. Potter had to be using some sort of spell. He had to be. He was just thinking of how to come without encouraging the black haired masseuse when he felt a firm push against his prostate. He screamed again at the stimulation. His body was rocking onto Harry’s finger and then up into his mouth, and Potter didn’t seem to care at all.

***

Harry felt Draco thrust up. He knew the blond was horrifyingly close to coming. He smirked to himself and decided to finish it so he could toss off and get his own relief. He waited another moment, until Draco was relaxed again, and then suddenly deep throated the pale cock, his chin brushing against the blond curls and delicate balls.

***

Draco screamed bloody murder as he felt Harry’s throat constricting around his cock. He’d never felt more extreme pleasure in his life, and he could only presume, with how Harry had been going so far, that it was only going to get better. He spread his legs even more and squeezed his eyes shut, clenching at his own hair.

***

Harry felt the tension in Draco’s body; he knew the blond was fighting an orgasm. He slowly released the hold on Draco’s cock. He licked up and down the cock, planting kisses on the shaft, and then he sucked on just the head again, exhaling through his nose to blow cool air onto the shaft beneath him. Just as Draco calmed down, Harry thrust his finger into the blond’s channel…hard; he sucked him into his throat again, swallowing a few times for good measure.

***

Draco screamed and poured into Harry’s mouth. He couldn’t help it. He was sucking in deep gulps of air as the come just kept…well, coming. His whole body was on fire, his legs shaking so badly he thought he’d never stand again, and his mouth so dry that he felt like he should drown himself just to quench his thirst. He was still rocking back onto Harry’s finger when he noticed that rogue tears were skating. down his face. Damn, if Harry didn’t have skill.

***

Harry smirked to himself when he felt Draco coming. He swallowed all of it, and when it was finally done with, he licked the blond’s groin clean. He sucked on the softening cock a few more times, watching as Draco’s legs bucked. He knew the blond was extremely oversensitive right now. He eased his finger out of Malfoy’s bum, laughing as he saw Draco’s glazed look.

***

Draco stared up at Harry and swallowed. “That…” he swallowed again. His face was bright red, but with embarrassment or shame or even anger, he didn’t know. “That uh…” Harry raised his eyebrow and Draco shut his eyes tightly, his hands hanging off the table. “That was um…pretty amazing…” he said quietly.

***

Harry smiled and said, “Well, you know, if you just so need a massage tomorrow, I’d be all too willing to help. Maybe I’ll even find some new um…*ahem* techniques.” He glanced down at his cock, still hard and soaked in pre-cum. He undid his pants, and with Draco watching, he wrapped his hand around his cock. He whimpered when he felt just how sensitive it really was. Then again, he’d known that; the silk of his boxers was making him want to scream.

***

Draco watched as Harry handled himself with that same skill he had used in his massage. Malfoy thought that Harry must be the most sexually pleased person in the world. If he ever got tired of the fan girls that he was sure Harry had throwing themselves at him, he always had his hands to fall back on. He groaned as he watched the head of Potter’s cock darken.

***

Harry smiled when he heard Draco’s groan. He waved his hand at the table, and it was suddenly larger, broader…enough for two people. He climbed up on top of Malfoy, and, sitting on his stomach, he jerked himself off with Draco’s wide eyes watching his hand the entire time. When he came with a shuddering gasp, he felt Draco’s cock twitch against his backside.

***

Draco ran his fingers through the come laced in silky patterns on his chest. He looked up at Harry with big eyes. “I think I’m going to need another massage tomorrow,” he said quietly. There was a twinkle in his eyes, but there was also a certain amount of innocence. He’d never had sex with a guy before, but he meant to do just that. And not just with any guy, either – Harry blood Potter, savior of the Wizarding World, and masseuse extraordinaire. He shivered when he thought about Harry’s hands caressing his body in the most compromising of positions.

***

Harry smirked when he heard Draco's request. “Yes, sir,” he grinned at the blond. He joined Draco’s hand on the slender chest and rubbed some of his come into the nipples that so enjoyed attention. When the blond moaned again, Harry climbed off his body. “Till tomorrow, Mr. Malfoy. May you sleep well tonight,” Harry smirked as he packed up his stuff. He left Draco staring after him with a naked lust.



PART TWO:

Mere moments after Draco woke, he firecalled the massage company, instructing them hidden between the glamour of a groomed Draco. He spoke to the secretary in clipped, business-like tones. “Mr. Potter is to be here no later than 11:30, and I would appreciate if there are no appointments after mine.” When the young blonde nodded between chewing her gum and filing her nails, he ended the call and went to take a long bath.

***

Harry stretched as he woke up, following his normal routine with a slight smile the entire time. He knew what Draco wanted today, but he wanted to hear the proud, stubborn blond say it. As he showered quickly but thoroughly, he was formulating a plan to get the former Slytherin to beg. Beg for Harry's mercy. Beg for Harry's cock.

***

Draco sank down onto the table again as the time for Potter to arrive crept ever closer. This time, he had the table set up in the master suite, though he was having a house elf show Potter inside again. When he heard the suite doors open, he tensed up, expecting Harry to mock him for having the table in the bedroom and having candles set on every flat surface, including the plush carpet. When no sound came, he looked over at the door and saw the flickering shadow of the wizarding world's most powerful savior. He breathlessly whispered a hello, feeling foolish for sounding like a shy school girl.

***

Harry smiled as he strode into the room. The petite blond sure was acting like a virgin. After all the stories that had gone around Hogwarts, he knew the Slytherin was anything but innocent. Then again, those had most been heterosexual rumors. Maybe Draco wasn’t experienced when it came to gay sex? He mentally shrugged and joined the slender lord as he lay prostrate on his table. He caressed his back gently and said, “Good morning, Lord Malfoy. I believe you might be more comfortable today on your own bed as opposed to the massage table. Though possibly on your carpet as well. Very thick.”

***

Draco shivered at Harry’s husky voice. He hoped Harry would take care of all the details about today. He’d never done this before, though he surely didn’t deserve any royal treatment from Harry Potter of all people. He’d never been anything but a prat to the poor hero. It wasn’t his fault he’d asked for all that fame and then met a Weasley before a Malfoy. He was still lost in thought when he realized he was being lowered onto his bed, his head at the foot and his feet on his lush pillows. He exhaled and shrugged away all thoughts as he heard that bottle of massage oil flip open again.

***

Harry watched as Draco relaxed slowly. He massaged him gently again, never rushing, never hurting him with a sudden movement. As he was massaging his sides and tailbone again, he asked quietly, “Have you ever done this before, Malfoy?”

***

Draco shook his head when he heard Harry’s question. “No, never,” he said to make sure Harry got the point to be gentle. He blushed when he heard Harry’s next question and he murmured, “I suppose being a bottom, I guess,” into the bed spread.

***

Harry smiled and nodded. “Alright then. Don’t be nervous, deal? I won’t hurt you. Savior's honor,” he chuckled. He eased Draco’s legs apart and then pulled his clothes off, setting between the legs. He leaned over Draco’s arse again and smelled him briefly. He smelt like spoiled brat and expensive soap – amazing. He licked his lips and then spread the globes apart with his hands, kneading them gently to keep Draco relaxed.

***

Draco gasped as he felt Harry’s tongue probing at him. He’d never known his arse was so sensitive. He gasped louder as he felt the tongue plunge into him. His eyes rolled back and he swore under his breath. Merde, it felt good.

***

Harry heard Draco’s curse and doubled his efforts with his tongue. He was thrusting it inside harshly and licking at the outside gently. He pulled the cheeks apart further and thrust his tongue in as deeply as he could one last time.

***

Draco screamed and thrust back against the tongue. He was sucking in air as he begged Potter softly, “Oh yes, Potter, yes, just like that…oh yes!” When he felt the final thrust of Harry’s tongue, he lost it and screamed, “Fuck me, Potter!”

***

Harry smirked down at the blond and stroked his lower back calmly. “Are you sure?” When he saw the blond get on his knees and nod, his smile faded and was replaced with a hungry look. He took his bottle of oil and slicked his cock. He took a moment to finger Draco’s opening, stretching it slowly before he moved into position behind the blond’s pleading arse.

***

Draco whined when he felt Harry grab his hips with one hand. He felt a gentle probing at his anus and took a deep breath. He almost hyperventilated when Harry started pressing into him, but true to his word, Harry was slow and gentle and didn’t hurt him. He only pressed in a little and then stopped, giving Malfoy time to adjust to the new feelings. Then he’d press in a little more after making sure Draco was alright. All in all, Draco was swept off his feet and his body had never felt so whole.

***

Harry eased himself into Draco’s tight body and groaned at the feeling of being buried inside another. He very, very slowly pulled out again and then pushed back in. He felt Draco pushed back to his hips timidly and he smiled. The blond was ready.

***

Draco yelped as he felt Harry pulled back slowly again and then slam into his tight hole. He moaned and pushed back against him, choking on a cry trying to escape his lips. Suddenly, he was overwhelmed with sensation as Harry started to hammer at his arse, gently still, but definitely overworking Draco’s virgin arse. He whined and thrust back against Potter again, loving the feeling of Harry’s cock plunging deep inside him.

***

Harry groaned as he thrust into Draco’s body harder. He spread the blond’s legs farther apart with his knees and gasped as he suddenly went deeper into Malfoy’s channel. He thrust harder and harder as the blond writhed underneath him, quaking in obvious pleasure. He moved his hands to Draco’s wrists and pinned his arms onto the bed as he began to fuck him in earnest.

***

Draco shouted when he felt Harry spreading his legs. How on earth did he get even deeper? It felt so good; he whimpered again as Harry pinned his arms down and starting to ride him hard. His breathing was coming in short gasps as he felt Harry’s cock slam into his prostate. When Harry found it again, Draco lost his reluctance and screamed.

***

Harry began thrusting in Draco as hard as he could. He loved the sounds of their skin slapping together, but mostly, he loved the helpless screams Draco released as he found pleasure he had apparently never known before. Harry moved Draco’s wrists together and held them down with one hand, while his other crept toward the leaking cock jutting out from Draco’s lap.

***

Draco felt Potter’s hand wrap around his cock and he screamed again, but this time, the scream trailed off into a soft whine. His hips bucked into the warm, broad hand and he almost came as Harry slammed into his prostate again. “Oh FUCK, POTTER!” he screamed as he felt Harry working wonders on his dick. The hand wasn’t timid, but it was gentle and worked him into a state of frenzy. He was growling and thrusting hard between Harry’s hand and cock within minutes.

***

Harry smirked as he felt the blond’s pleasure skyrocket. He stopped teasing Draco’s cock and started tossing him off fast and hard as he hammered into the blond’s tight hole. He felt it clench around him, and suddenly, he heard Draco screaming so loudly, he thought his ears would bleed. Draco’s voice got hoarse at the end, and when he finally collapsed on the bed, Potter discovered that sometime during the white blinding his vision, he had filled Draco.

***

Draco felt an explosion in his arse while he was screaming, and that seemed to increase his pleasure. He fell forward, exhausted by this new form of sex, and just lay there for a minute, whining gently when he felt Harry pull out. He was shivering now, the during-sex and post-orgasm heat waning. He felt Harry pull a blanket over him and he curled up underneath it.

***

Harry watched as Draco drifted to sleep. He got up to pack his massage stuff and leave when he felt a hand wrap around his wrist. He looked over at the nearly-asleep lump of blond sexiness and smiled when he saw Malfoy’s smile.

***

“Stay,” Draco whispered as he pulled on Harry’s wrist. He lifted the blanket and patted the bed underneath it. Even if Harry hadn’t just given him the most extreme form of pleasure he’d ever felt, he still would have wanted him to stay. His last lover had gone packing five years ago; he’d felt alone until Harry had fucked him into the mattress. He wasn’t ready for the feeling of being wanted to leave yet.

***

Harry smiled and lay down next to Draco. “Come here, Draco,” Harry said quietly. He had his arm out to the side and watched as the blond looked up at him with sleepy eyes. He patted his hand on his chest and said, “Put your head here, and your hand here,” he then patted the middle of his stomach. He smiled when Draco slid over to him.

***

Draco sank down onto Harry’s chest and fell asleep almost immediately. This is what he missed the most of having a lover that loved him – when the person wanted to hold him while he slept. Sure, it was innocent enough, but it stopped his heart when he thought about it. He couldn’t believe he was sleeping with, and now on, Harry Potter, but before he could think about it anymore, he was asleep.

***

Harry woke up hours later, seeing the blond still sleeping on him. He Accio-ed his wand and cast a cleaning charm on the both of them. He felt Malfoy stir and tossed his wand on the ground, wrapping his arms around Draco.

***

“Mm,” Draco whined as he buried his face in Harry’s chest. He didn’t want to wake up, but he felt a strange caress of magic and jumped, startled at it. He remembered where he was and who he was with as he felt arms wrap around him, a hand trailing through his hair. “Mm, kiss me, lion,” he grumbled as he fell back onto the bed.

***

Harry smiled as he looked down at the Slytherin. He nodded and brought his lips to Draco’s. He pressed them against his firmly, while they both melted into the embrace. He’d never considered Malfoy as the lover type, but he seemed so lonely and so in need, and Harry couldn’t help but be attracted to his gentleness and innocence. Draco wasn’t the same Draco he was during school. He was stressed now, and less cocky and sure of himself. Harry felt a strange pull in his chest and kind of wanted to stay there and make him a confident brat again.

***

Draco sighed and opened his mouth slightly into the kiss. He moaned as he felt Harry’s tongue push inside, caressing the roof of his mouth and his teeth, brushing against his tongue in the most teasing of fashions. He ran a hand through Harry’s hair and sighed happily. He hadn’t been truly kissed in so long, and never like this.

***

Harry liked the little moan Draco emitted when he brushed his tongue against the other. He smirked and did it again, running one of his hands across Draco’s nipple. He pinched it as he thrust his tongue into Draco’s mouth. He moved on top of the blond’s body and grinned as he felt the hardness pressing against his bum. He tongue fucked Draco’s mouth while he ran his hand down the trail of hair into Draco’s lap.

***

Draco groaned as he felt Harry’s hand close around his cock again. He could hardly move from earlier, but he wanted it again…and again and again and again. He shivered as he spread his legs for Harry. Breaking his lips away from Potter’s, which were surprisingly soft, he moaned and begged quietly, “Please, Potter, fuck me again.”

***

Harry smiled and Accio-ed his massage oil again. “You just can’t get enough of these hands, can you, Malfoy?” he teased. He slicked Draco’s hole, stretching it quickly again, and then slicked his own cock and put it at Draco’s entrance. “Are you sure?” he asked again as he bent over to lick and nip at Draco’s neck.

***

Draco arched towards Harry and moaned when he felt the mouth on his neck. Gods, it felt so good, so perfect. “Yes, yes, I’m sure, please, Potter,” he said breathlessly. He felt the cock pressing into him and moaned aloud at the sensations. He concentrated on relaxing his body and soon felt Harry inside him, balls deep and wonderful.

***

Harry sucked on Draco’s neck while he slowly thrust in and out of Draco again. He wanted to just fuck him, hard, fast, merciless, but maybe it was better this way. He changed his mind as he heard the happy moan that escaped Draco’s lips as he gently thrust into him. Maybe Potter really wanted to make love to him.

***

Draco felt the sensations of Harry inside him riding up his spine and exploding in the base of his skull. Combined with the pressure and teasing on his neck, he moaned again and melted, lying heavily on the bed. He spread his legs apart, his cock poking Harry in the stomach several times, and wrapped his arms around Harry’s shoulders, his eyes shut again.

***

Harry smiled down at the blond. He lowered his lips to Malfoy’s, and sucked on his lower one while he thrust gently into the body again. Draco moaned into his mouth when Harry finally started to kiss him. He continued his leisurely pace, lovingly paying attention to every one of Draco’s hot spots. He tweaked his nipples, caressed his stomach, nipped and bit his neck and collarbone. When he heard Draco’s moan again, he knew that this was right.

***

Draco shivered as Harry thrust into him again. He kept brushing against his prostate and Draco wanted him to slam into it again like early. With Harry’s repeated abuse of his nerves in their previous sex, he felt like he could have fainted at any moment. This was relaxing, but he arched his hips a bit, trying to find the nerves himself. He gasped as he felt Harry hit them dead on again.

***

Harry smirked. He knew Draco wanted his prostate to be struck again, so when he felt Draco writhing against him, he let him. When he hit his prostate, Draco gasped, and Harry grabbed onto his hips. He held them at that angle and started to thrust harder into Draco’s body. He was close to coming and glanced down at Draco’s cock to see that he was, too. He didn’t know how long they’d been…making love…but he wanted to see Draco orgasm again.

***

Draco gasped loudly as he felt Harry push into his prostate again. “Oh, yes,” he moaned after Harry pulled his lips away. “Yes, yes,” he begged, wrapping his legs around Potter’s waist. He felt lips against his nipple, and then teeth, biting it. He inhaled sharply, his back arching of its own accord.

***

Harry got onto his knees and held Draco’s hips in position while he started to hammer into the boy again. He had one hand steadying the slender hips, and the other wrapped around the twitching member pointing at Harry. He started to stroke Draco’s cock slowly, matching the acceleration of his hand with that of his hips.

***

Draco moaned as every nerve ending in his body was set ablaze. He felt weightless, completely in bliss, and floating away on ecstasy as Harry’s pace suddenly doubled. He groaned and thrust back against the hips bucking into him.

***

Harry whimpered as he felt Draco’s arse muscles clenching around his cock. “Stop that, you tease,” he snapped at the blond and doubled his pace quickly. His hand was jerking against Draco’s shaft, his hips bucking and thrusting into the tight arse as quickly as he could. He moaned as he watched Draco’s cock twitch, seconds away from exploding all over his chest.

***

Draco felt a sudden lightheadedness that could only be excused as a result of the intense orgasm his body was preparing for. Suddenly, he felt Harry’s hand jerk along his shaft just right, right when he hit his prostate, and Draco screeched, spilling his come all over their bodies. Harry’s chest had splatters and droplets that matched Draco’s own chest. He lay there panting, waiting to feel the bliss of Harry coming inside him.

***

Harry gave Draco what he was waiting for as he thrust a few more times, rather shakily, into Draco’s body, and then came with a shout of Malfoy’s first name. He saw Draco staring up oddly at him, and asked, “What?” as he brushed some hair off Draco’s forehead. He was still sheathed in Draco’s body.

***

Draco blinked and stared at Harry. “You just…you just came and shouted Draco,” he stammered as he blushed. He felt loved again and he knew it wasn’t real. It was just sex for Harry, who was a god with his hands. Maybe it would be worth it even if it was just lust.

***

Harry shook his head. “So? It’s your name, isn’t it? Or am I not allowed to say it because I’m a half-blood?” He pulled out of Draco’s body and sat on the edge of the bed.

***

Draco stared at Harry’s back. “No, I…I liked it,” he whispered. “I felt…alive…again. You know what I mean?” He tentatively reached a hand out to touch Harry’s back as he internally retreated.

***

Harry turned around to look at Draco when he felt a hand brush against his shoulder. He stared at the blond, trying to read him, to decode the mystery surrounding Malfoy’s emotions. He blinked and sighed. Then he nodded slowly and looked away.

***

Draco felt tears behind his eyes and hastily blinked and cleared his throat. “I don’t know what time it is, but maybe you should go, Potter,” he said in a professional voice. He jumped as Harry whirled around to stare at him.

***

Harry started laughing and shook his head. “Don’t be such a coward, Malfoy. If you want me to stay, all you have to do is ask,” he said quietly. “You don’t have to put up this façade of ice. I’m not going to hurt you.” Harry stroked Draco’s cheek gently. “Savior's honor.”

***

Draco felt the tears coming back. “It has…it has nothing to do with…” he said as a single tear ran down his cheek.

***

Harry was close to Draco in one swift movement, and kissed away the tear, kissing all over Draco’s face and only stopping when he got to his lips. He growled and grabbed onto the Slytherin, and said, staring right into the silver eyes, “You belong with me, Malfoy. Draco, you know you do.”

***

Draco stared up at him. “And how do I know this?” He wanted Harry to give a strong reason that they should be together. He wanted that more than anything. He just wanted to feel loved.

***

Harry smiled and kissed Draco gently. He pulled him into his arms again, hugging him close, and whispered into Draco’s ear, “Doesn’t the world feel right when you’re here?” He felt tears hitting his shoulder again, and knew he was right; Draco was alone and lonely.

***

Draco curled up in Harry’s arms and shivered. He wasn’t cold; he was just scared and wanted to know what was happening. It felt so right, but he just couldn’t be sure.

***

Harry tucked Draco’s head under his chin and rocked the two of them on the bed. He snickered lightly and looked down at Malfoy. “I guess this means all my fans will be upset, huh,” he muttered into the soft blond hair as he hugged Draco closer to him.

***

Draco nodded dumbly as he rested his palm against Harry’s chest. What he said earlier was correct. The world did feel right when they were like this. He could almost forget the past, the uncertainty and fear of Voldemort’s rule, and the anger and frustration of their fighting at Hogwarts. This just felt too right to throw away because of things they went through years ago.

***

Harry smiled and sighed into Draco’s hair. “You know, for a virgin, you were pretty eager,” he teased. Then he sobered up and whispered, “I’m sorry for the past. You just drove me crazy, and I guess that never changed, it's just been a different kind of crazy for a while.” He hugged the blond closer, crushing him in his arms and then relaxed, laying them both down on the bed.

***

Draco grinned and said, “Yeah, it’s the same for me, I think.” He curled up on Harry’s chest again once they were lying down and he exhaled slowly. It felt right.

***

Harry suddenly chuckled again. “I guess this means I’m getting fired, huh,” he grinned. “This is completely unprofessional.” He laughed as Draco looked up at him smiling.

***

Draco nodded and said, “Yeah, well, I’m quitting my job, then. I only worked because I had nothing else to do to pass the time, and I hate my job anyway. What do you say to a life of traveling with me?”

***

Harry grinned down at Malfoy. “Sounds quite fun, Draco,” he whispered. “We’re going to take the relationship part kind of slowly, though, you know. The sex can be there as much as you want, because I love coming inside you and watching you lost control all over me, but I want to get to know you – the real you.” He nuzzled Draco’s hair as he relaxed and shut his eyes.

***

“Sounds good to me H-…Harry,” Draco whispered as he closed his eyes, too. He hoped this would work. He wanted it to work. He sighed and fell asleep quickly, completely at peace against Harry’s chest.

***

Harry woke up hours later to see the sun rising outside the huge window in Draco’s bedroom. He glanced down at the blond and smiled to see the drool pooling on his chest and the even rising and falling of the slender chest. He wandlessly cleaned his chest so Draco wouldn’t get embarrassed and closed his eyes again.

***

Draco woke much later than Harry had, but found that the black haired wizard had drifted to sleep again. He snuggled closer and exhaled. This all felt so right.






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