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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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so, if there are any mistakes in this, I apologize. I was just a bit tipsy in writing it and I didn't bother to look it over again.
This entire fic is inspired and dedicated to MotherMalfoy

Draco’s lips still tingled as he stumbled behind Harry, following the man that had just rocked his world. Harry was walking further into the cabin, lumbering towards the dark recesses that not even Draco had dared to invade the numerous amounts of times he had entered Harry’s cabin uninvited. The wood looked darker and shinier as he followed, all of it probably made by the man that had invaded every part of him. Draco trembled remembering what had happened after Harry had told him to call him ‘Daddy’. The sound of that word in Harry’s deep voice was enough to make him want to come again. Of course, Harry had stopped that when he had lifted Draco to his feet and told him in no uncertain terms that if he wanted Harry to continue touching his body, Draco better not get off again until Harry told him to. After that Harry had walked away, with a small motion of his head telling Draco to follow behind him. What made it worse for Draco was that Harry was now walking around with no shirt on and his pants partially open, revealing his dark green boxers, that damned V that called to Draco’s tongue, and fuck, those arms, that back, that chest were all on display for Draco’s feasting eyes. He had honestly thought Harry would simply shove his dick into his mouth, and god, it was watering at just the thought. Obviously, Harry had other plans.
“My ass is gonna be the last of your worries, you better pick that pace up,” Harry’s deep voice drawled over his shoulder.
“Where are you taking me? Really, you can’t just finger fuck somebody’s mouth and then just expect them to do what you want. This is always a problem with you Potter, you don’t talk. What if you’re trying to kill me because I annoy you so much? How can I not hang back a little?” Draco picked up his pace only a little, and it was because of that, that he managed to crash into Harry’s back and send himself flying to the ground. Of course, the big bastard wasn’t even phased. It wasn’t until Harry completely turned around that he realized he must of said something wrong, because Harry did not look pleased.
“What did you just called me?” Harry started to walk towards Draco’s prone form, towering over him. Draco tried to recall the entirety of what he had just said but really, Harry fucking Potter was standing over him with those ridiculously sexy arms on his hips and he just couldn’t think because god, it is like all of his fantasies. It must be weird to other people but the first time Draco had seen Harry shirtless on the pitch, his eyes had immediately gone to those arms. Harry had pulled the bat back and swung hard at a bludger. Draco had to go to the locker room to clean up, and then he had to clean up again because he couldn’t get the image of those arms and those hands and those eyes out of his head.
“I do believe I told you to call me daddy, little boy, I really don’t like repeating myself. So, since you want to be difficult, we can put off your surprise,” Draco trembled as Harry’s hands came closer to his face and he felt that amazing pressure on his head again as Harry fisted his hair. He didn’t think any surprise was worth having Harry stop touching him. Harry’s hand pulled him up off of his back and forward, he was forced to sit up and move to his knees if he wanted comfortability. His gaze locked on Harry’s other hand as it went back to his own jeans, reaching to pull his briefs down. the cock that almost hit his face was magnificent. Long and thick, with a beautiful mushroom head that glistened with precum. Draco’s mouth began to water all over again faced with that. His eyes shot back to Harry’s as the man jerked his hair to gain his attention. “What are you supposed to call me?”
“I’m—I’m supposed to call you daddy,” Draco whispered the last word, unsure because just imagining calling Harry ‘daddy’ sent a bolt of heat to his own cock, but actually saying it out loud made his blood rush and caused this giddy feeling of relief in his stomach. He knew he liked it, he just didn’t know why.
“And what do you right now, baby?” Harry pulled Draco’s hair more, causing his neck to arch back.
“I wanna…I wanna suck your cock, daddy,” Draco licked his lips and tried to move closer to the throbbing dick that made his mouth water. Harry groaned and moved his cock closer to Draco’s mouth. He let the tongue tease the head of Draco’s lips and every time Draco would lean forward, Harry would pull back.
“Hearing you call me daddy makes me want to fuck your mouth, baby. So this first time, daddy is going to take his pleasure but later, you can explore my cock how you wish and I’ll even let you play with my body. But first, beg for daddy, baby. Beg daddy to fuck your mouth with his cock,” Harry pulled even tighter on Draco’s hair and while he couldn’t look directly at it, he knew Harry’s dick was leaking even more.
“Please daddy, fuck my mouth with your cock. Please daddy,” Draco opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out just a little. The more he called Harry daddy the more it turned him on. Harry groaned and moved his second hand to Draco’s hair, just knowing that those hands and those arms would be controlling him almost set Draco’s orgasm off. The first touch of the head of Harry’s dick made Draco moan and when Harry’s hand guided Draco’s head further down, the taste fully exploded across Draco’s tongue, and he knew he was an addict. At first Harry just gently got Draco used to the excessively large cock but soon, Draco was trying to gasp in a breath as Harry shoved his cock to the back of Draco’s throat. Soon, Harry was ramming towards the back of Draco’s mouth, shoving much of his dick in as he could. Draco’s mouth was stretched to max capacity and when he managed to direct his gaze upwards, he found Harry’s eyes locked onto it. Apparently, meeting Harry’s gaze was enough because the thrusts got faster and harder, stroking deeper into Draco’s mouth, and finally Harry was able to get some of his length down Draco’s throat. And then he stopped. He kept his cock in Draco’s throat and watched as the blonde’s eyes began to water and his face grew red from lack of oxygen, and the tears finally rolled, and Harry came, a lot. He managed to further choke Draco but neither cared. He was shooting directly into Draco’s throat but made sure to begin pulling out just before he was done. The taste that piled onto Draco’s tongue was tangy, salty with just a bare hint of sweetness.
“Don’t swallow yet baby, daddy wants to see it in your mouth. Show daddy your present like a good boy,” Harry let go of Draco’s hair to gently push down his lower jaw. Hesitantly, Draco stuck his tongue out and he knew it was worth it when Harry’s grin exploded. “Okay baby, you can swallow now. Gulp it all down for daddy. Good job, baby.”
Even though he was harder than he had ever been, Draco felt tired. But it was a comfortable, happy tired. Like he had finally been satisfied for the first time in a long time. Which was ridiculous given that he and Harry both were in their 40s, and he had definitely been pleased, and had pleased sexually before. But nothing had ever felt like this. Safe, content, happy, and satisfied. At this point, he knew Harry was never going to get rid of him again. On instinct, Draco put his arms up, reaching to be picked up, and the positive feelings that hazed his head were solidified when Harry reached down with the happiest of smile and lifted him as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“Before you had misbehaved, I had intended to show you a few things that I had been working on for some time. I’ve got two things, and if you’re a good boy for both, we can shower together,” Harry adjusted Draco to a cradle hold, carrying Draco close to his heart.
“What is it, daddy?” Draco’s speech had slurred just a little. He honestly didn’t know why he was so tired but everything was perfect. Harry had continued to carry him to a carved wooden door in the hallway, really only ten feet away. Draco could have gotten his surprise so easy if he had just kept his mouth shut, but he had no regrets.
“Well, even though you had nagged me and it seemed like I didn’t listen, I was. I’ve been working on these for a while now baby,” Harry opened the door and Draco lifted his head just enough to see a room that was filled with intricate and unique carved cabinets, wardrobes, doors, tables, and more. It was awe inspiring. “I want you to take care of getting them sold, maybe to some of your clients, I don’t know. Or you could keep them, it doesn’t matter. I made them for you.”
“Oh, daddy, they’re beautiful. Can I look at them?” Draco looked up into Harry’s face and enjoyed the lights that played onto the angles.
“Not right now baby, tomorrow you can. Daddy wants to show you something a bit more important first,” Harry backed out of the room and closed the door. He continued down into a darker hallways until he came to a large set of wooden, carved double doors. With one hand he opened them and gently set Draco down. The entire room stole all of Draco’s breath. There were two wardrobes, one that was carved from a darker wood that had different kinds of intricate dragons and some beautiful narcissus flowers entwined. The other wardrobe was partially open but it had a darker wood and larger animals carved into it, including lions, of course. That didn’t compare to the nightstands that matched and were obviously hand carved. But what caused Draco to almost cry was the bed frame. It was made from a black wood, be it stained or natural, and the carvings were swirls and designs that almost looked like imitations of male bodies intertwined. It was a large four poster bed, with a canopy top that was made from some kind of brocade fabric that was heavy and also dark. The entire room seemed to have been designed with two people in mind, and as Harry carried Draco towards the bed, he knew it had been made with him in mind. It didn’t matter that some of the swirls had his name in them, but the feeling of coming home, of welcome, of belonging, told him that Harry had been waiting for this day and this moment. And Draco had been waiting too.
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