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Lumberjack Harry	By : DameOfSlytherin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3306 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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I am doing thisn in a response to a prompt on tumblr. I really loved the idea so I may add an additional chapter but for now, this is a oneshot

It was a hot summer, which was rather strange for Britain. But Harry didn’t mind, it was perfect and much better than working in the cold winters. At the moment, he was tending to a sick Alder tree that had a ‘cold’. Technically, it probably didn’t have much longer to live but Harry refused to give up on any of the trees in his forest unless absolutely necessary. He had just finished placing a powdered medicine down towards the base of the tree, where the roots had access, when a loud screech came toward him from the front gates. That would be Wiggy, the large barn owl that he had rescued in this same forest five years ago, generally he would stay by the gates to let Harry know he had a visitor to scare away.
                “This should help fight that bore, and give you a bit of a boost,” Harry patted the bark of the old tree and pushed himself away from the ground. As he was walking away, he rolled up the sleeves of his flannel. No matter how warm it got outside, Harry was always a bit chilled in the shadows of his tree. While he walked he checked on some of the trees that had to come down. Typically, if the tree got to the point where there was no way to save it, Harry would take them down with both muggle and magical arborist techniques and he would sell the lumber to a select group of people, wand makers or wood designers. He had a feeling that it was one of the wood designers at the gates, they had been begging for a bit of Hawthorn and would not listen that Harry had no sick Hawthorns and he would not be felling a perfectly healthy tree for their damn needs.
                “Potter, this bird of yours is crazy,” Harry sighed on hearing that voice, it was not the annoying wood designer but Malfoy, here to bother him once again with his incessant questions and ideas. Breaking through the tree line, Harry rubbed on his beard roughly, yanking on it a few times. He had managed to pull a few out, the small bits of gray and black hairs fell from his hands quickly. When he appeared, Wiggy flew from Draco’s hair and over to Harry’s shoulder. “Aren’t you going to at least greet me?”
                “Hrrmp,” Draco knew that Harry rarely said a word these days, not because he couldn’t but because he really was more of a man of action.
                “Well, I stopped by because another client inquired as to the maker of my cabinets again and I really think that you should start selling more of them. It makes no sense that you sell the wood to other people and don’t make any of the profit, it ridiculous. You could be famous!” Draco waved his arms in the air dramatically, making his outer robe swish back, revealing his tight, leather pants, and dashing gray vest. Unlike Harry, who had grown a full beard that had a bit of gray to reveal his age, Malfoy had no outward sign of his age other than the length of his blond hair, which was almost past the middle of his back.
                “No,” Harry then ignored Draco, who stopped by rather often, and walked back towards his large cabin. It didn’t help of course, because as always, Draco followed

                “Really, this is ridiculous, you could at least talk to me about it. Tell me why,” Draco quickened his pace to keep up with the lumbering man, although not fast enough to lose sight of that ass. He knew that Harry would always say no to these commissions but it didn’t hurt to try. Harry banged into his cabin and Draco slipped through before the door was closed on his face. He watched fascinated as Harry stripped off that damn flannel and revealed more of those god-damn gorgeous arms. It didn’t matter what size shirt Harry tried, his chest and arms were too big and always stretched across his body a little too tightly. Draco stood back and admired the view as Harry reached above his head in a long bodied stretch, revealing his tight abs. Even though Harry might be reaching up there in age, for a wizard he was still decently young, and damn did the man take care of that body. He could do nothing to stop the images of being thrown on Harry’s oak table and ravished, or up against a dresser and forcibly stripped. All of it was delicious and his body definitely agreed, as evidenced by his hardening cock. He swished his robe in front of his body as Harry turned around and offered him a tumbler of fire whiskey. He took the opportunity to place his hand on Harry’s upper bicep and tried not to make it obvious that he was feeling the large man up.
                “Think about it, I could be the liaison between you and clients and all you would need to do is build the dressers and cabinets, and then you could just take care of your trees like you please,” Draco looked up into Harry’s face and blinked his eyes. Harry’s face was blank and his emerald eyes were dark. He worried that he had gone too far, maybe it was the touching. He just couldn’t help it, the man had turned out oh so finely. “Look, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be so pushy but there is so much potential for the wood work that you can do. I know that it was just a one off lucky shot that I was able to get the cabinet from you in the first place but --,”
                Harry had took the tumbler from Draco’s hand and set it aside. That hadn’t cut Draco off but Harry physically lifting him from the ground did. The man had lifted him like he was a toddler under the armpits and began to walk backwards towards Draco knew not. “Look, Potter, no reason to throw me out, I’ll stop.”
                “Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Malfoy.” Harry then shoved him harshly against the door and moved his hand into Draco’s hair. Just as Draco was opening his mouth again to complain, that hand fisted tightly and jerked his head back. Draco was forced to meet those emerald eyes again and they were blazing. Captivated, he didn’t realize Harry was moving closer until his eyes closed and his lips exploded with pleasure as the dark haired man demolished his entire resistance, not that Draco has ever thought to resist anything Harry would ever do to him. He thought he was already lost in a world of pleasure, but the taste of Harry’s tongue made his body quake. The man had taken Draco and just decided to claim him as he please. While Draco focused on the tongue that was stroking the inside of his mouth, Harry had pushed the robes off of Draco’s shoulders and was almost done with the vest. Finally, Harry pulled away, staring at every inch of Draco’s face that he could see. His hand slowly let go of Draco’s hair but moved around to the front of his face, brushing lightly over his brows, cheekbones, nose, and finally his lips. Slowly, Harry traced Draco’s lips and suddenly, taking Draco unaware, Harry shoved his fingers into Draco’s mouth and began to finger fuck his mouth, pushing them deeper with every thrust. Draco couldn’t help but to let it happen, leaning his head back to give Harry further access, moaning around those thick fingers.
                Harry continued unbuttoning all of Draco’s tops, but he kept his eyes locked on Draco’s lips. He enjoyed watching those lips red and stretched. Draco’s hand came up and gripped Harry’s forearm. Harry took note of the quickening of Draco’s breath, the way his eyes focused on Harry’s arm and the quickly growing wet spot at the front of Draco’s pants.
                “You always bitch about hearing me talk, but now you’re not saying shit now, are you, Draco? I’ve got those pretty lips occupied,” Harry enjoyed that as well, as he talked Draco started to move those sexy hips.
Suddenly, Harry yanked his hand out of Draco’s mouth and turned Draco around before he could get in a gasping breath. Quickly, Harry reached around and undid Draco’s pants. He growled when Draco tried to move away from the wall and reached his dry hand around and wrapped it around Draco’s throat. Reaching into the pants, he used his wet fingers and felt for Draco’s hole. Finding it he smiled in deviant pleasure and he slowly pushed his fingers in. Draco’s hands had automatically gripped around his forearms again, rubbing and gripping it. Harry’s finger began searching in the hot hole and found the little button of pleasure. The smile on his face grew when Draco began convulsing in pleasure, orgasm torn from him.
Harry removed both of his hands from Draco’s body, watching as the blond sunk to his knees, still experiencing aftershocks. Grinning, he gripped Draco’s hair once again and used it to turn Draco’s head to face him. He began to unbuckle his belt as Draco stared up at him with dazed eyes. “I’ve been imagining all the different ways that I could occupy that mouth for years, Draco. Every time you wanted to tell your father about something, everytime you screeched Potter, everytime this fucking mouth opened… From now on baby, when you address me with this sexy mouth, it better be calling me Daddy.”
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