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A Vicious Tangle (Complete)	By : Tommy-Lane Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 13085 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Potter's dark flat was littered with their clothes lying vacant where they fell, hands replacing the touch of fabric, creating friction and heat that boiled over like an erupting volcano.
The stairs had been the most precarious, a trainer lying on the fifth step where Potter had tripped trying to kick them off - pulling Draco down with him as he fell until they were a tangled heap on the jutting steps. But the wood cutting into the Auror's back and Draco's knees and thighs and elbows didn't detour them - Potter taking the moment Draco grunted out in pain to thread his fingers back through the blonde tresses and nearly pull him into a kiss that Draco barely managed to evade, his lips latching onto Potter's throat instead. The darker man had groaned as his head thunked back and his hands worked to rid Draco of his trousers - getting the denim down to his knees before they nearly toppled back down the stairs, Draco latching one firm hand onto the railing and the other around Potter's waist to keep them in place.
There was another hiccup on the top of the landing where Draco got distracted as Potter's boxers hit the floor, his hands pressing Potter's hips into the wall as he dropped to his knees and licked a wet stripe up the underside of the man's thick cock. He then proceeded to make Potter's knees buckle and shake - unsteady hands latching onto the back of his head and a string of curses leaving Potter’s neglected lips - as he lavished open mouthed kisses on the leaking head. He lapped up the salty pre-cum, moaned as he mouthed the slick skin and teased the slit.
He kissed Potter's cock like he was dying to devour his mouth.
Reaching around the man's arse and running his touch up the crack, Draco had taken the entire length of Potter's prick in his mouth as he pressed his finger against his pucker. To which Potter cursed Merlin, chanted his name, and thrust his hips back in a move that forced Draco's finger just past the tight ring of muscles. The only warning he received before his mouth was flooded with bitter cum was Potter tugging on his hair and begging for more. Somehow the bedroom came next - after much stumbling, groping, and bruising kisses - the bed catching under Potter's knees, the naked couple landing heavily atop the mattress.
And now Potter was laid out flush before him, covered in marks made by Draco's mouth and hands, his legs spread wide and cock already hardening again as the blonde licked and nibbled his way back up Potter's thigh. He had never been more turned on in his entire life, the sounds Potter was making were sure to be seared into his mind for all eternity - as was the taste of his skin and the touch of his flesh flush against his.
"Oh god." Potter groaned for the hundredth time as Draco scarped his teeth over the sensitive flesh, his hands moving to Potter's arse, his fingers massaging the firm globes.
"Knees up." Draco instructed, the raspy edge to his tone making his voice so much deeper than usual and speaking to the near nerve wrecking levels of arousal he felt pumping through him. He could barely see straight let alone think logically as Potter readily complied, his elbows hooking under his bent knees, in effect putting him completely on display for Draco's hungry gaze.
And Merlin was it a sight. Spreading Potter's arse cheeks further apart, he breathed heavily over the furrowed flesh exposed to him, watching it twitch and contract as Potter's body stilled completely. It was something Draco hadn't ever had the desire to do before but now listening to Potter hold his breath and seeing the man so open, he found he simply needed too. Draco leaned forward and pressed a kissed to the pucker, smiling as Potter jerked and cursed loudly.
"M-Malfoy..." Potter shuddered.
"So tiny." Draco hummed, moving his thumb down until it brushed over the intimate area before he let his tongue peak out and touch it lightly. He heard Potter's head smack back into the pillow as his hips lifted minutely. "You need to be fucked open, don't you?"
"Fuck, yes." Potter panted, his hips twitching up as Draco licked softly once more, the idea of the filthy act he was committing doing nothing to dissuade him, instead it only seemed to drive him on - wondering how far he could push until Potter pushed back, until the man snapped and twisted Draco under his own control. Until Potter's sternly leashed self-control vanished.
"Mhmm, hold yourself open for me." Draco said as he moved from the bed. He heard Potter comply, twisting his arms a bit awkwardly to get into the right position as Draco quickly found a tube of lube in the bedside drawer. Settling himself back on his stomach, he set the lube down next to Potter's hip and groaned at the vision before him - Potter so wanton and wanting, holding himself obediently, waiting. It made his throat constrict and his addled mind threaten the threshold of sanity. He wanted to make Potter crumble beneath him, he wanted to taste every last inch of him, he wanted to make the man never forget what it felt like to be owned by Draco.
He wanted Potter to be inexplicably his, if only for tonight.
"Please." Potter whispered with an evident strain to his voice when Draco just continued to stare.
"Have you ever fucked a dildo Potter?" Draco asked as he rubbed his finger rhythmically over his entrance.
"I - oh - yes." His fingers curled into his own flesh as Draco kept up his light ministrations.
"Did you like it?"
Potter was silent for a moment before letting out a stilted, "y-yes."
Placing both hands on the shuddering man, Draco pressed his thumbs against him before pulling them back very slightly - watching in amazement as Potter moaned loudly, even though he knew it had to have hurt a little, his hole winking at him. "You would look so good with a fake cock up your arse, stretching you, keeping you nice and ready."
"For you?" Potter asked tentatively, gasping and bucking as Draco ran his tongue stiffly between his thumbs, pulling back right before he could fully breach him.
Draco shrugged but felt his heart beat faster, his cock jumping at the breathy question that sounded as if Potter wanted him to say yes. Almost as if Potter wanted him and not as a release from stress or so they could work amicably together without committing murder. It thrilled and terrified him all at once, causing him to think that perhaps this was a bad course of action, that perhaps he should shut the hell up and just fuck Potter silly till they both forgot this line of questioning. "Is that what you want Potter? Want me to bend you over my desk and fuck you with a plastic dildo before driving into you myself?" If only Draco could get his tongue to depart from the lust coursing through him and meet up with his logical side.
"Ohh god." Potter whimpered, his whole body twitching as he licked firmly once more, the reaction making Draco surge forward again and seal his lips around the pucker and suck - his tongue jabbing into the wet hole in quick movements that had Potter begging and crying out his name. "Anything Malfoy, anything. God that's - fuck."
"You sound like a cock-whore right now." He muttered as he pulled back, saliva dripping down his chin, his middle finger pressing through the slicked tight ring and right up to the second knuckle. "How many man have filled your needy little hole?" Draco demanded, watching his finger disappear and reappear in time to Potter's cries, a strange sort of monster rising in his chest as he unwillingly pictured it - Potter spread out just like he was now for who knew how many others in the past. He was a glutton for tormenting himself it seemed. His jaw clenched and he curled his finger up, seeking around until Potter jerked violently and screamed.
"Fuck, yes! Fuck me Malfoy, fuck me now."
"How many Potter?" Draco asked again, his finger brushing over and over the bundle of nerves that had the man withering and impaling himself firmly down on Draco's hand.
"Oh shit, oh god, yes." Potter's grip fell away from his own buttocks and landed to grip the sheets harshly, his legs staying up on their own even as Draco could see his muscles shake and strain, his skin covered in a sheen of sweat that Draco felt compelled to lick off. "Just - naggrh....one."
Draco's finger stilled at that as he looked up, just barely able to make out the lines of Potter's face as the flushed man breathed heavily, his eyes shut tightly and his bottom lip trembling. "One?" He asked in clarification, his heart constricting as Potter nodded and his neck arched back with the invasion of a second finger. "You've only been with one other man?"
Potter shook his head and Draco frowned, pumping his fingers a few times before hooking them once more to make Potter scream again. "I-I've only, Merlin yes, right there!" He pressed his hips down and wiggled, his cock heavy and leaking against his stomach. "I've only bottomed for one. Been with - mhmmm - a f-few."
Draco growled as he pulled his fingers free and flipped Potter abruptly so the man was pressed face first into the bed. He told himself not to be jealous but it was there anyway, growing in fervor as he tugged on Potter’s hips until the man raised up onto his knees with his arse in the air. "Recently?" He asked, placing his palms on Potter's buttocks and spreading him open again before jamming three fingers back inside - Merlin he was still so insanely tight.
"Fuck!" Potter cried, his hands fisting into the sheets and his forehead pressing down sharply into the bed. "No, it - the year after the war." He was breathing heavily, his voice muffled by the pillow, the small of his back a sharp downward curve.
"A year fucking men and then you went crawling back to Ginevra?" Pulling his fingers free, he leaned down and swirled his tongue over the abused flesh that was grasping at nothing now.
Potter moaned and nodded. "I thought I could..." He didn't finish and Draco didn't really need him to, he knew Potter desired a family and loved the Weasley's in a way he would never love anyone else and for some reason he understood that - understood trying to tuck a piece of yourself away in order to achieve something great. But it never worked and Potter kneeling before him with his tongue in his arse was rather blatant proof of that. People can't deny who they are forever. "Malfoy please, just...fuck me." He pleaded, pressing back against Draco's face.
"Anyone after the ginger?" Draco asked, needing to hear him say it for reasons that would only end up crumbling him - he was setting himself up for a spectacular fall with this blasted conversation that he couldn't seem to stop.
"You."
"And?" Draco pressed as he used the lube to slick his cock, rubbing the red head against Potter's twitching pucker. He had dreamed of doing this over the last several months, of finally pushing into his heat, but never did he actually believe he'd be here - in Potter's bedroom, on Potter's damn birthday, the man on his knees and pleading for it. He wondered not for the first time if this was what Potter was hoping would happened when he nervously stammered his invitation at the office.
"You."
Draco closed his eyes as Potter breathed that one little word again, a heat rushing through his body that just kept building as he grasped the hips before him and pressed forward - his cock forcing itself through the hot passage as Potter groaned loudly. But Merlin, he was so tight and sucking in air through his nose Draco had to rock back and forth several times before his cock slipped all the way in as Potter gasped out demands not to stop.
Being fully seated inside him was an experience unrivaled by any other, sending bright sparks of light behind his eyes and a low curl of need pulsing through him.
"Gods." Potter shuddered as Draco came to a stop deep inside him, his head bowed to rest against the shaking man’s back as he tried to catch his breath. "Knew you'd feel so good." He shifted forward a little then back, then forward a little more and back with a solid smack and a shout as Draco straightened to watch him impaling himself before shaking back into himself and snapping his hips forward to meet him. "Oh! Oh gods yes Malfoy. That's - mhmmm."
"Like it hard?" Draco asked as he dug his fingers into Potter's hips and picked up the pace, driving into him and shifting his position with each thrust in search of his prostrate - finding it somewhat hard to believe that Potter liked to top in most of his encounters as he seemed completely enraptured in having himself stuffed full.
"Yes, harder." He howled, his head thrown back as Draco managed to hit his sweet spot. "More, right there!"
"Merlin you look so good like this." Draco panted as he pounded him, Potter meeting each and every thrust with wild abandon, the dark haired man twisting his neck so he could look over his shoulder at him - his green eyes blown wide and so very dark, his curls sticking to his forehead. "Fuck, Potter." He breathed out as he caught his eye, a rush of something undefinable and yet so powerful he nearly tumbled over the edge as Potter moved his hips and watched him intently - Draco's hand reaching beneath him to grasp his straining prick. He jerked the man in time with his thrusts, Potter's cock heavy in his hand and Draco's back starting to ache and sweat as he held the hunched position. But he couldn't stop, he didn't want to stop, he wanted to keep fucking Potter and touching him until he saw white so bright he wouldn't ever be able to see anything as clearly again.
He wanted the image of Potter trying to raise shakily onto his hands so he could gain better leverage on his backward thrusts to be hung like a tapestry over the ruined boxes in his mind.
Potter's face contorted, his mouth falling widely open. "Malfoy! Malfoy, I'm going to cum. Don't stop, don't s-stop." Then he broke out into a jumble of curses and demands to fuck him, fuck him, fuck him, as Draco did just that until a few moments later his entire body was seizing up, his muscles contracting, as he shouted Draco's name and came onto the sheets beneath him.
Draco gaped at the ceiling as Potter's hole squeezed tightly around him, the spent man repeating his name softly as he all but collapsed completely. "Can you take more?" He asked without relenting from his hard and fast pace one little bit, his hands spreading over Potter's sweaty boneless back.
"Mhmm yes, it's good. It's so good." He sounded completely sated as he lifted his arse a fraction and closed his eyes, his head resting limply on the pillow.
With a quick jerk and twist he had Potter on his back beneath him, his legs held up under his elbows, bending him awkwardly as he nipped at his ear and thrust in hard and deep. Potter's arms wrapped around his shoulders, one hand coming to rest lightly in his hair, his head turning until his nose was bumping into Draco's - his eyes sleepy and languid as he blinked at him. And fuck if it all wasn't too much, Potter limply but willingly taking it, smiling lazily and running his hand through his sticky hair, looking so perfectly content.
"Shit." Draco gasped, feeling his balls draw up as the sound of slapping flesh rang through his ears.
"Cum in me." Potter whispered, his lips so close they brushed against Draco's, the barely there caress sending shock waves through his body and pulling a shattering orgasm from him as Potter clung to him and squeezed his muscles around him. He buried his face in Potter's neck as he felt every last ounce of strength leave him, everything distant and foggy except for the pounding in his chest and the feel of Potter's hand running up and down the length of his back.
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Draco awoke to the sound of cursing and a pounding headache that spread throughout his entire body, his muscles protesting like they would following the first workout after a long physical hiatus. He pressed his face into an overly soft pillow that smelled musky and tried to ignore whatever it was that had so rudely jolted him from sleep.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck." A groggy voice groaned next to him, the voice familiar and yet so very different, it was too rough and scratchy. But still Draco knew it, knew it so very well that he knew who it was even through the heavy fog that had rolled into his brain and the pain that was holding him captive. His stomach rolled and he muffled a groan.
He was so screwed.
The bed shook as Potter jumped up, a crash signaling the fact that he had either hit his knee on the bedside table or stumbled and fell, his voice quieter now as he cursed again. Rustling fabric reached his ear as he cracked one eye open to see Potter trying to wrestle his trousers on with his back to him, his hair a disaster on par with another level completely, his chest littered with fading marks as he turned slightly and pulled the first shirt he could find over his head.
He clamped his eye shut as Potter looked his way and the next moment the bedroom door opened and shut - a sigh of relief getting lodge in his throat as Potter let out a croaked, "Hey....what, um, what's up?"
"You didn't show up for work, thought I'd come to make sure you made it home last night in one piece."
Draco shot upright at the unmistakable voice of Ron Weasley, his gaze jumping to the closed door as he listened intently.
"Right. Well I'm...fine." Potter said, his voice a little lower than it had been a moment ago like now that the shock was over he was trying not to wake Draco in the other room.
"Really?" Weasley sounded skeptical and Draco really couldn't blame him, he couldn't see Potter but even he didn't believe him simply from his tone of voice. "Because you look like shite."
There was a long pause where Draco swore he could hear Potter fidget. "Yeah...bit too much whiskey I reckon."
Weasley snorted. "I'll say, think you polished off an entire bottle yourself. What time you'd end up leaving anyway?"
"I...late?"
"Don't remember? Last I saw you were trying to convince Malfoy to play that coin game of yours."
"Erm."
"Did you succeed?" Weasley asked and Draco found his hands clutching the sticky sheets as he felt completely stuck to the spot - unable to even move and do something productive like get dressed or comb his blasted hair for when Potter returned so he wouldn't be caught just sitting there stupidly.
"Yeah."
"Did you beat his pasty arse?" Draco frowned at that, his arse wasn't pasty - pale wasn't pasty. Pale was a refined shade of cream, pasty was what happened to idiots who holed their lives away in rooms beneath the Earth and never saw the light of day.
"Maybe?" Potter sounded highly uncomfortable and there was a squeak of floorboards like he kept shifting his weight, his hand most likely making his hair stick up even more and hopefully not revealing the new marks on his neck that were standing out starkly next to the older ones. Merlin the man probably looked like a damn leper. Potter apparently brought out the oral side of him though he really needed to figure out a new way to keep from kissing him.
"Bit fuzzy eh?" Weasley laughed and Draco cringed at the sound, his hand flying to press against his forehead. "Well you think you'll make it in or should I reschedule your meeting?"
"Oh shit, I forgot about that." Potter grumbled.
"Tell you what, I'll reschedule, you take a hangover potion and get some rest and I'll see you for dinner at Mum's alright?"
"Yeah, alright, thanks."
There was a pause and the sound of feet on stairs before Weasley spoke up again. "Oh and Harry, perhaps you should make sure Malfoy made it home as well, I would hate to think what happened to the poor man all alone on the dark streets with only one shoe."
There was a rushing in his ears that made him completely miss Potter's reply as what Weasley had just said tried to work its way through his head, a part of him refusing to believe that the man knew anything, another part panicking at the mere thought. Either way he seemed to be screwed, so very, very screwed. Because whether he knew or not the harshness of day brought with it slowly unfurling thoughts and shining light on things that slip so easily in the shroud of dark.
He could somewhat remember Potter whispering in his ear at the club with his hand groping him through his jeans, could recall stumbling through the door and into the biting cold of the night. There had been an alley wall with more groping and necking, then a hastily cast sobriety charm that Draco feared they deemed successful enough to allow them to Apparate to Potter’s house.
Then they had fucked. In Potter's bed. With him asking him things he never should have. Merlin he had even passed out atop the other man while soft kisses were pressed to his brow.
And now...Merlin now what? The boxes he kept Potter confined to were so thoroughly destroyed that he couldn't even begin to sort it all out and truthfully he didn't even know if he wanted to. It would be wisest to just fold the man into one box, label it Work Potter and never let him into his personal life again. He should do everything in his power to wipe the memory of last night from his mind and move on. And yet Potter had been so open, so willing, so needy. Of him, not cock in general, they hadn't even been arguing before they jumped each other.
They had both just...wanted.
But still, he couldn't. Not fully anyway. He needed to keep a part of himself tucked away as Potter had tried and failed to do with the Weasley girl. It was almost laughable though, Draco knew people couldn't toe that kind of line for long, but then that was his only choice. Cut Potter out completely or draw a new line and tread it carefully.
And then be prepared to fall.
He cursed his own thoughts that sounded remarkably like Pansy and swung his legs over the side of the bed, glancing quickly around for his clothes only to come up blank - the vague memory of them shedding each other’s garments throughout the hall pricking him. Which was just great because now not only did he have to face Potter but he had to do so completely naked. He stared at the tan paint on the wall and ran his hands up his arms, a chill settling over him as he tried to think of the best course of action when the door opened softly. He stiffened immediately as he listened to the soft pad of feet, his arms itching to hug himself as Potter moved around behind him - opening a cupboard, shutting it with a soft thud, letting fabric hit the floor in the softest whoosh.
Then he felt his heart still in his chest as the bed dipped and shifted as Potter moved until he was directly behind him. Potter didn't say anything, didn't even move for a long time, and Draco was beginning to wonder if this was how they were going to deal with their awkward situation - just pretend it didn't happen, never talk or acknowledge it. The thought left him feeling oddly hollow. Then toned arms where coming around Draco's shoulders, a long piece of black cloth in his hand.
"Potter-" Draco started, confused and trying not to lean back into Potter's warm chest that was just as naked as his, the light touch going straight to his head.
"Trust me." Potter whispered in his ear while he lifted the cloth to his eyes and tightened the blindfold as Draco found, rather horrifyingly, that he did. He trusted Potter completely and he didn't even bother to wonder how Potter could possibly know that making it so they didn't have to look at each other would make this so much easier. He just accepted the little action that told him just how much Potter had been paying attention to him and waited with the man's hands dropping to his shoulders - so warm and solid, reassuring almost.
He bit his lip as Potter placed a tender kiss to the nape of his neck, the little action making the fine hairs stand on end.
Then Potter was slipping around and straddling him, revealing the fact that he was completely naked once more, a slowly hardening prick brushing against his own soft flesh that started filling without his permission. "You want to panic." Potter stated as he ran his palms flat over his bare chest, Draco's breath hitching at the gentle touch.
He didn't know how to answer that. It was true, he very much felt like panicking and had been on the verge for a few weeks now really. Yet how exactly would he word that, how could he possibly explain his reluctance to the man himself? He couldn't, so he kept silent.
"But don't." Potter continued, his touch growing in pressure and insistence as Draco felt himself getting harder despite his trepidation. "Because this is...good." His hand wrapped around Draco's cock and he jerked up, his breath hissing out at the first slow pump. "And I need it...and so do you." Potter sounded so sincere it nearly tore something inside Draco but he bit his lip harder and tried to find the line he was supposed to be drawing, cursing as it seemed to running from him. He grasped the bedsheets and clenched his teeth.
There was fumbling and then Potter's hand was back, this time slicked with lube, his fingers twisting up the length and squeezing at the head until Draco knew he couldn't possibly get any harder.
"We fit." Potter said as Draco felt him raise himself up - his breath quite suddenly gone from Draco's neck - holding Draco's prick at the base he slowly lowered himself onto it with a pained hiss as Draco's hand flew automatically to his hips - his eyes clenching shut on instinct at the overwhelming feel of it. "We fit and you don't want to see it, so...don't. We can pretend, I don't fucking care as long as it's me you come to." He sat down, Draco fully sheathed inside his sensitive and sore passage.
Draco felt his hands trembling as Potter started rocking back and forth with little moans, Potter's arms wrapping around his shoulders so that there wasn't an inch of space between them, his breath suddenly brushing over his ear again. "Use me as you fit Malfoy because this is want I need."
Draco swallowed a moan and nodded - his arms encircling the man atop him, crushing him to him and thrusting his hips up, the black of the blindfold making every touch that much more intense as Potter's lips ran along his jaw.
"By the way, Luna really did have the measure of you. Deceptive hands and insane stamina indeed." Potter muttered against his neck and Draco let out a shaky laugh. It was odd in a way he had never experienced before - the movement of their bodies with the loss of his sight something that felt like pure freedom, Potter's moans the perfect sound in his ear, his lips the perfect touch on his throat, and the way his hands dug into his shoulders the perfect spike of pain.
He forgot about scrambling for how to label this, to label Potter, and just felt - let himself be consumed by the other man until he felt tangled up in him in a knot that wouldn't ever come undone.
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