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Chapter Fifteen�What
Harry Potter Experienced

�� Draco could
kiss like a demon, Harry discovered. All heat and force and insistence. He made
it feel as though you should be somewhere else when he kissed you, as if you should
be doing something else, because
surely something this good would end with your death.

�� But Harry
didn�t want to be anywhere else. He looped his arms around Draco�s shoulders
and gave as good as he got. It seemed to work, because Draco shuddered twice
and uttered a gasping, groaning noise, as though he were a mooncalf being
gutted.

�� Taste
something you like?� Harry asked, pulling back at last so that he could
breathe. His mouth felt tender and swollen, and he thought Draco could hardly
have done more damage by punching him. He ran his tongue along his lips and looked
with some satisfaction at his own handiwork, the bruising of Draco�s lips and
the shadows around his mouth.

�� Draco,
though he�d pinned Harry to the wall for several minutes now, stood with his
chest heaving and his head swaying slightly from side to side. His body
trembled. If the kiss had consumed Harry, it had at least impacted Draco.

�� And then
his eyes snapped up, and Harry swallowed at the burn in them.

�� Impacted. More than impacted. At the moment,
I�m what he wants more than anything else in the world.

�� The thought
didn�t frighten him, as it would have before he understood what Draco meant by
owning him. Instead, it made him press closer, his leg twitching with the urge
to curl around Draco�s waist.

�� His blood
was up, and his head was hot, and the sound of their panting breaths mixed and
intermingled until it seemed to also be the sound of his pushing hips and his
pulsing cock.

�� I want him. He wants me. Why are we standing
here and staring at each other?

*

�� Draco knew,
from the impatient way Harry twitched against him, that he wanted Draco to get
on with it. But Draco was enjoying the chance to look his fill. He certainly
hadn�t been able to take it when he was dueling Harry and then rutting
frantically against him in a heated frenzy that might end any moment. And none
of the women he had been with had ever affected him like this. They were prone
to hiding their faces, blushing and turning away as if they thought their
passion shameful.

�� Not Harry.

�� Oh, not Harry.

�� It might
have taken him a long time to realize that Draco returned his desire and more
than returned it, but now that he was here, it would have been anathema to him
to look away. Draco was as sure of that as if he were reading the thoughts out
of Harry�s head with Legilimency. His eyes were brilliant, filled with a shine
like the light of drowned stars, and he looked as if he rejoiced in the way his
lips swelled with kisses and dark red marks glowed on his neck. Draco could
have taken him out in public, and Harry would only have arranged that the bites
showed for all to see�by tugging the high collar of his robes down if
necessary.

�� He had
given himself to Draco. Not surrendered, the way that some of Draco�s other
partners had, which was always unsatisfactory. Draco wanted the sense of
conquest and ownership, yes, but in the end, a conquest lay quiescent at one�s
feet, instead of quivering with passion for another go-round.

�� But this
giving was full, and complete, and what Draco had always wished for with the
ideal wife of his dreams.

�� No, it�s better, he realized in shock as
Harry made an impatient noise, leaned forwards, and pressed their lips
together. I always wondered how someone
could be passionate and cold-blooded in the way our society requires at the
same time. It makes sense that it takes someone outside that society to teach
me how lovemaking can be.

�� Harry�s
hand wound into his hair and yanked, and Harry grumbled something against his
mouth that had a distinctly displeased tone,
though Draco couldn�t make out what it was; Harry�s lips and tongue rather
distracted him from understanding words at the moment. Draco chuckled under his
breath and decided that someone who had taught him so much deserved to have whatever
he wanted.

�� Even if what he wants is not exactly what he
imagined.

*

�� Draco�s
hands curled around his waist and spine, and abruptly he lifted Harry, so that
Harry didn�t have any choice but to wrap his legs around Draco�s waist if he
didn�t want to topple. He shuddered as the new position sent a ripple of
friction up his cock.

�� I don�t know how this can possibly feel better,
but it does.

�� He fastened
his mouth firmly on Draco�s, trying to regain a little of his lost control, but
Draco�s hand slid its way between their bodies. Then his fingers crept inside
Harry�s shirt and flattened out on his skin.

�� Harry
shuddered again, dramatically enough that he needed to pull his mouth away from
Draco�s and take a large gulp of air. This was the first time that Draco had
touched him like that; they�d got off
in their clothes in Madrid, and they�d stayed clothed when they danced, and
they�d been sleeping in separate beds since they came to the Manor. Just like
the unexpected change in position, one small touch of bare fingers to bare
chest shouldn�t have felt that good, but the feeling went on existing and being
experienced all the same.

�� I like
what I taste,� Draco breathed into his ear. Harry writhed. His ear was
sensitive, but Draco�s hot breath seemed to surround him: his tongue, his lips,
his fingers, everywhere but his cock, which was where Harry most wanted it to
be. �Do you like what you feel?�

�� Harry
uttered some ruined gabble that he could only hope conveyed the same idea to
Draco that it did to him, and pulled him closer.

*

�� Not only
was Harry passionate, he was also responsive. Draco was delighted. With the
women he had bedded, it had been a game to deny their responses to him, just as
it was a game to deny their blushes. They would bite their lips to keep from
gasping, drop their eyes as if their emotions were not clearly painted across
their other features, and turn away from him when he released them, arms folded
across their chests with what they liked to pretend was a natural chill, rather
than the chill of the sudden separation from the heat of his body.

�� But Harry
grunted and moaned and babbled as if he never thought that Draco would think
less of him for it, and if he squirmed, it was only with the need to get
closer. Draco grunted as their cocks brushed. Yes, he thought he could get used
to a male lover very quickly.

�� But nakedness would help me be sure.

�� He lowered
Harry to the floor and undid his robes with a single smooth pull, ignoring
Harry�s protesting hand on the back of his neck. He was doing something he
thought Harry would like, he murmured without words, and tugged his trousers
down violently. Harry stood still for a moment, panting, then wriggled eagerly,
trying to propel Draco�s mouth to its destination.

�� Get the pants out of the way, and�

�� It had
never been Draco�s way to act on impulse, without taking technique into
account. He had studied various books on how to pleasure girls carefully before
he actually attempted to place his mouth anywhere near the crotch of a woman he
was dating. He had practiced his tongue movements in front of the mirror. He
had memorized a whole sequence of gestures, from the first catching of the eye,
to the slight but sincere smile, and then the campaign of fleeting touches and lowered
tones that he would use to catch her attention.

�� With Harry,
everything was unorthodox, everything was unplanned, and so perhaps it wasn�t a
surprise that he took Harry�s cock into his mouth for the first time without thinking
about it at all.

�� Harry
thrust sharply down his throat, and Draco gagged. Maybe I should have thought
about this, he decided, and reared back to clear his throat and spit for a
moment before he leaned forwards again.

�� I�m
sorry,� Harry was saying in a mortified tone. �I forgot you haven�t done this
before. I�m sure I would have choked the same way. I�ll be more careful in the
future. I��

�� And then
his mouth froze on a noiseless scream as Draco dived back in, this time taking
the precaution of pinning Harry�s hips to the wall with his hands first. Harry
gasped, and struggled, and staggered, and then began a noisy wail as Draco
licked straight forwards and sucked from the side.

�� Draco
smiled lazily around a mouthful of skin. He might have wanted to practice just
in case, but he had always been a
quick study.

�� It was
wonderful giving himself up to the salty taste and Harry�s ragged movements as
Harry had too obviously given himself up to pleasure. When Draco thought he
understood enough of the rhythm of thrusts to look up, he stared, and fireworks
seemed to explode in his brain. Harry�s cheeks were flushed, his mouth hanging
open and a faint line of saliva making its way down the corner of his lips, the
tendons in his neck standing out as he thrust.

�� Draco
leaned forwards and ground his cock against Harry�s thigh before he thought
about it. Then he took a massive breath and managed to hold back. He still had some modicum of dignity, and he wasn�t
about to come rubbing against Harry like a dog.

�� Especially because I already came that way
in Madrid.

�� He splayed
his hands wider, his fingers guiding Harry�s plunges into his throat now
instead of restraining them, and swallowed. Harry promptly yelped and cried,
and his fingers scrabbled through Draco�s hair, scratching his scalp. Draco leaned
forwards to grind again. He didn�t understand how even that could be exciting,
but it was.

�� Dizziness
surged through him from head to erection. Would it�would it be so bad if he
came like this, humping Harry�s foot? His body bowed as he had the thought, and
his muscles tightened�

�� And then
Harry screamed, �Draco, oh my God! Yes!�
and came down his throat, effectively distracting him.

�� Draco
choked for only one moment, and then began to swallow easily, because, after
all, he was equal to dealing with this. He rode the thrusts Harry made into his
face better than he�d expected; they were more forceful but not that different
from the thrusts an excited girl would make. And when Harry gave an exhausted
whimper and began to slide down the wall, Draco was there to catch him.

�� He hadn�t
come, as he noted when the head of his erection brushed the floor and he rubbed
himself against it for a moment. Sensitive.

�� A different
thought consumed him as he swallowed one more time and gathered Harry into his
arms. Harry�s eyes were closed, but the way he shook showed he was still
awake�as did the way his hands had wandered into Draco�s hair and down to his
arse.

�� He�ll make me come next time.

�� Draco
imagined the many ways Harry could make him come. The warmth of his mouth, and
the way his eyes would stare up at Draco before sliding shut in exquisite
enjoyment. The tightness of his hand, which, though it should logically have
been the first thing Draco experienced, he didn�t know yet.

�� The squeeze
of his arse.

�� Draco
smiled down at Harry, who had opened his eyes and was sitting back on his heels
with an expression of determination, and doubted that he could have made a
better choice of lover.

*

�� Harry
clenched his arse down on air as he noticed the way Draco was staring at him.

�� I want.

�� The verb
didn�t need an object the way it usually did. Harry was his wanting. His body shook with it, and his bones were watery
with the force of his longing. He thought of pulling Draco up the stairs to
bed, but he wasn�t sure he would last long enough to do so. It didn�t matter
that he�d come. His body was still on fire, his want having shifted from his need to come to orgasm to make Draco
do so.

�� Doing it here on the floor of the entrance
hall sounds good to me, he thought, and started pulling Draco�s shirt off.

�� Draco
planted his hands on the floor and shook his head. His hair flew in every
direction. Harry admired it helplessly, as he seemed destined to admire
everything about Draco at the moment. He tried to reach up and crush their lips
together again, but Draco transferred one of the hands to his chest and pressed
down. Harry gasped. Maybe because his cock was sated for the moment, he felt
the sensation more intensely than he had before, when it was just Draco sliding
his hand under Harry�s robes.

�� No,� Draco
whispered. �I want you in a bed.� He rocked forwards, a loose, swinging motion,
and Harry had to close his eyes as he felt the erection poking at him. His arse
clenched again, and he reached up and clutched aimlessly at Draco�s arms. Draco
chuckled lowly, but Harry didn�t think he was mocking him.

�� Inside
me,� he said. His mouth was swollen, overflowing. His voice stuttered and
stumbled like his grip on Draco�s arms.

�� Draco ground
himself so strongly into Harry for a moment that Harry thought he�d changed his
mind about the bed. But then he pulled back and whispered, �Yes. Fucking you.�

�� Harry
twisted. The hard sounds of the words were sinking inside him, hooking him,
making him thrash. But he would never experience the real thing if he didn�t
slow down, so he crawled a few inches away from Draco and opened his eyes.

�� Draco was
still watching him with desire like a werewolf�s, desire to devour. Harry had
to concentrate on each separate motion as he stood and extended his hand for
Draco to grip, which Draco did without hesitation.

�� Once they
were both upright, Harry jerked Draco close to him and bit him on the chin.
Draco started in what was certainly surprise and might have been pleasure. His
hand gripped Harry�s neck and jerked on it in retaliation, until his head bent
backwards and he was staring directly into Draco�s face.

�� Harry
smiled, unafraid of the hunger he saw there. �Can you handle it?� he whispered,
including just enough of a taunt to spur Draco to action.

�� Draco
pressed him towards the stairs, face blank, as though every other emotion that
tried to show up was being crushed out by his lust. Harry laughed and let
himself be pulled.

*

�� Harry
Potter sprawled on his sheets, his legs spread as he worked on his own arse
with fingers full of lubricant oil, was the most erotic thing Draco had ever
seen.

�� He hadn�t
thought it would be. He hadn�t looked forwards to this part of taking a male
lover, in fact. An arse was�well, hot and tight, in theory. Draco had never
made love to any of his female partners that way. But it was also full of shit
and God knew what else, and when he read about the lengthy stretching process
that it would take until his writer was ready for him, Draco had hesitated.

�� So why did
this particular performance leave him helpless to do anything except lean on
the wall and pull on his cock, rubbing to relieve the pressure, jerking and
pinching so that he wouldn�t come from the sight alone?

�� Maybe it
had something to do with the way Harry writhed as his fingers disappeared up
his arse, or the quick jabbing motions he used to force himself back on his own
hand. Maybe it had to do with the thick cries he gave, his voice spasming like
his arse as it clamped down. Maybe it had to do with the way his legs twitched
and continually spread wider.

�� Or
maybe�just maybe�it was the hot, clear gaze he turned on Draco, his eyes so
wide that it seemed as if he had pinned back his eyelids. He clearly didn�t want
to blink and miss a moment of Draco�s reaction.

�� Which he
got. Draco might not be fair, but he
wasn�t stupid, either. He knew that he wouldn�t see much more of Harry�s
amazing performance unless he shared some of his own honest feelings with him.

�� Besides, it
was oddly thrilling letting down his defenses in front of Harry. It felt like
the same risk he took when he showed a moment of genuine weakness to an enemy
so that they would push too far and tumble into one of Draco�s own traps.

�� But here
there was no trap, and no enemy. Only a lover, and the assurance of pleasure.

�� Draco
played with himself and tossed his head back, gaping and gasping, and watched
the way that Harry�s eyes shone as if he�d lit a fire behind them, and reveled
in the contradiction.

�� Harry
abruptly jerked himself straight up, and a combination of a groan and a hiss
escaped from between his teeth. His eyes fluttered shut. When he began to move
again, he rocked on his fingers, his jaw working helplessly. No sound escaped.

�� What�s that?�
Draco whispered, greedy. He didn�t want Harry to get too involved in his own
pleasure and forget him. He took a step forwards, trying to ignore how silly he
felt with his cock slapping against his belly and dripping on the floor. Of
course they�d taken off the rest of their clothes the moment they got into his
room. �What did you do?�

�� My p�the
s�� Harry arched his neck, and jerked his arse backwards again. His cock was
making a valiant effort to revive, though Draco didn�t intend for Harry to come
before he was inside him. �That spot,�
he said at last, as explanation, and fell back against the pillows, his hips
pumping.

�� Draco
crawled onto the bed and grabbed Harry�s wrist. Carefully, he eased his fingers
out of his arse. They shone with the oil Harry had used to prepare himself, and
so did his entrance. Draco narrowed his eyes in expectation and grazed Harry�s
knee with his cock.

�� Harry
snapped his gaze back to him, and emerged entirely from his self-inflicted
delight. He smiled lazily and spread his legs again, so wide that his heels
almost fell off the bed, and shoved his arse at Draco. Draco made some sound
that had no name, but which seemed to start boiling far back in his throat and
tear upwards, scraping off most of the skin in his mouth on the way.

�� You�ve
been waiting,� Harry whispered. �For someone who understood you. And I�ve been
waiting. For you. For too long.� His words came with more and more effort as he
strained, trying to widen his legs further, and Draco hissed. But he sensed
Harry had something else to say, and he wanted him to say it before he started
pounding him and stole all his breath
and his focus.

�� Harry
caught his breath, started to speak, lost his words to another spasm, and
finally gasped, �I don�t�see the point�in waiting any longer.�

�� Neither do
I,� Draco said, his voice grating like a steel plate dragged across a stone
floor, and then he slid forwards. Harry waved one hand; a pillow floated away
from the head of the bed and tucked itself under his arse. Draco spared only a
moment to wonder about the wandless magic, and only one more to wonder about
the possible stains the lubricant would leave on the pillow.

�� Then he was
lifting Harry�s legs up and over his shoulders, and easing his way into Harry�s
slicked and shining arse.

�� He was
kneeling above Harry, who arched beneath him, allowing Draco more intimate
access to his body than any woman ever had.

�� Willingly allowing him access.

�� Draco
stiffened and drove inside, and then it was a struggle not to come right away.

*

�

�� Harry
closed his eyes as Draco thrust into him. He had known it would hurt. The oil
he�d used had relaxed his muscles as well as made him slick, but still. The pain slid like a smoldering
fire up through his chest and down into his abdomen. He bit his lip so that he
wouldn�t cry out. Draco wouldn�t mistake a cry of pain for one of pleasure, and
he would probably insist on sliding out.

�� But Harry
didn�t think he could stand waiting one moment more for Draco to fuck him. And
the soaring exaltation in his brain, which came from being in a place he�d
never thought to be, made him laugh and push himself back, holding his breath
and clamping down as Draco�s cock drove further into him, and then making
himself relax.

�� The idea
is to move,� he said, when Draco had spent several minutes just kneeling there
with his eyes shut, panting, probably focused on the warmth of Harry�s arse. �For
God�s sake, it�s like having sex with a statue, though I reckon you�re a little less hard��

�� Draco�s
eyes opened, and Harry lost any words in the face of his expression of sheer
heat. And maybe because Draco began to thrust then, and there really wasn�t
much of a choice except for Harry to arch his back and yowl like a cat.

�� Want to
fuck you,� Draco whispered, several times, almost chanting it.

�� You are,�
Harry gasped, but he understood why Draco kept repeating it. There was no
getting used to this, no way that he
could analyze one thrust and be prepared for the next. Did you get used to
being dipped in fire? Push, and shove, and push, and shove, and a stabbing
thrust that went straight to Harry�s guts, and a slow dragging retreat that
felt as if Draco would drag his soul out of his body with it, and the urge to
laugh because he couldn�t remember thinking his soul was located in his arse
before, and a short jab that�

�� That reached that spot.

�� Harry
clenched frantically around Draco�s cock, and shoved, and sobbed, and fucked
himself steadily for several seconds before he realized that Draco was just
sitting still and watching him smugly. Harry glared, but he couldn�t stop
moving. The pleasure was spreading like the pain had earlier, whirling in wisps
across his body, moving like the cinders of a flying fire.

�� Draco,� he said, and tried to stare what
he was feeling into Draco�s eyes.

�� Draco
plunged forwards, and then made a sharp startled sound, as if he hadn�t
commanded his body to move. But it was moving now, thrusting, the force of his body causing Harry to laugh
and rejoice and sink his nails into Draco�s arms, which Draco retaliated for by
bending him almost in half and biting him on the lips�

�� And when
had he got hard again, anyway, Harry wondered hazily, because so much of the
pleasure burning him now was diffused throughout his body instead of centered
in his cock that he hadn�t noticed�

�� And Draco
panted into his face, his body still shagging relentlessly, and then froze all
over with a sob of surrender�

�� And Harry
came hard enough to paint the pillows beside him with his release, though
luckily he didn�t shoot himself in the face�

�� And Draco
whispered, �Not a single touch to the cock, you bastard. How�s that for a first
time?� and collapsed on top of him like a heavy leather blanket.

�� Harry,
still shaking with pleasure, wrapped his arms around Draco�s shoulders and
closed his eyes.

�� He felt as
if he lay in the heart of the sun.

*

�� butterpie:
Thanks! Though of course Hermione doesn�t appear in this chapter, she�s going
to be a major force in the ending chapters of the story.

�� SP777: That�s
exactly how Draco is flaunting himself to Harry, yes.

�� Hermione is
thinking about freedom of will, but she thinks of house-elves like people being
under the Imperius; one can�t trust their testimony.

�� MewMew2:
Thanks!

�� Thrnbrooke:
Thanks!

�� yaoiObsessed:
Thanks! I hope you�ll feel this chapter justifies the wait.

��
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