Shades of Truth

Shades of Truth

Chapter 28

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“I think Pansy likes you,” Draco sounded so smug as he watched Harry clear up the remains of dinner, it was as though he felt this new amicability was entirely due to his efforts.

“I like her, too.” Harry smiled at Draco, “though she can be a bit…ah, unpredictable. I’m glad she’s done being angry with me.”

“Yes, well, women are a trial, aren’t they? That’s why I’ve chosen to be with you.” Draco leaned over the counter as Harry started the dishes washing themselves and then wiped off the table by hand. “You don’t have any idea how sexy it is when you do housework, do you?”

“Oh, don’t I know it.” Harry snorted as he tossed the washrag back into the sink and wiped his hands off on a towel. “That’s the whole reason I clean, really.”

“No, I’m trying to pay you a compliment!” Draco pouted slightly, “You’re just so…sure of yourself, and I wouldn’t have an idea how to do half of that cleaning stuff, I don’t know…”

“You’re seriously weird.” Harry retorted, laughing as he said it and opening his arms to beckon Draco to him, kissing him slowly, “you know, I did laundry today…” he whispered in the other man’s ear, tracing a slow path down his back. “Three loads.”

“Okay, that’s it, I’m never being nice to you again, you prat.” Draco shoved him away with a smile on his face to show he got the joke. “How was the Weasley gathering, then?”

“Sad, really, but George acted almost normal, so we’re thinking…maybe he could recover.” Harry told him excitedly. “I wish I could tell them you recovered the remains, they would really feel so grateful, and I really…I really want you to get along.”

“They hate me, Harry,” Draco looked a bit dejected at the voicing of this wish. “I know it means a lot to you and all, but they’ll never not hate me, you know? They always have and they always will.”

“Give them a chance, please,” Harry reached out and traced Draco’s jaw line with one finger. “If someone had told you back at Hogwarts that we would be here one day, you’d have thought them daft, am I right? So who’s to say things can’t change there as well.”

“There’s just…so much history. My father hated their father, and his father hated their grandfather, and so on back until…I don’t recall what the start of it was, but I don’t think it even had anything to do with the pureblood thing…probably someone on some side borrowed a book and ruined it, something silly like that.” Draco grumbled truculently, trying his very best to resist the face Harry was making at him. “Oh, go on then, look at me like I’m being a stubborn git. I can’t take back all that history, no matter how stupid it was to start out with.”

“Draco, the Weasleys…they’re not my actual family, but they’re the closest thing I had to a real family growing up. It would really mean a lot if you could make an attempt.” Harry leaned forward, nuzzling the other man’s neck. “You’re my family now, and I want all of you to get along…reasonably well.”

“You…what?” Draco gently seized Harry’s shoulders and pushed him back to look him in the eye. “You think of me as…family?”

“Well, I know we’ve had our troubles,” Harry shrugged, wishing he wasn’t suddenly flushing so deeply. “But having you here with me…it’s only been just over a month, but it’s…I’ve never been someone who is really excited to go home after work, I’ve never really understood, I think. Course, I’ve been tired…but what I mean is, every day, I can’t wait to come home and see you, and when you aren’t here, I just wait to see you again. And it’s not like you need to do anything once you’re there…just being with you, and I feel so…so happy. I love waking up next to you, knowing you’ll be there again the next day, and the day after that. I wish…I wish it could always be like this. I know it must seem weird, since we’ve only been living together five weeks, but—“

Harry did not get any further. Draco kissed him so hard he felt sure his lips would be bruised, his hands clenching tightly in Harry’s robes so that he felt suddenly how much stronger Draco had gotten since he’d been freed, felt under their clothes all the extra muscle mass he had put on. He still seemed horribly skinny to Hermione, as she was constantly making comments about how he wasn’t getting enough to eat, but to Harry it seemed rather normal, as they had both been wiry youths, and Harry had never become a bulky man, nor had Draco.

He was still getting used to having Draco be able to overpower him on occasion, though. He had his health back, and that made Harry happy, but he liked to be the one in control, as well. As Draco tried to lift Harry up bodily, he suddenly retaliated, steering them away from the couch Draco had almost reached, to the stairs that would lead to their bedroom.

“Have it your way,” Draco grunted, his voice husky as he tripped Harry and pinned him down on the stairs, not seeming very concerned about the way his head cracked loudly against the wood.

“Ow!” Harry couldn’t help laughing as they began to wrestle. Harry clearly wanted to get up and go upstairs, but Draco seemed content to have his way with him here on the stairs. “Not…ow, this hurts! I’ll have bruises!”

“Should’ve gone to the couch then,” Draco was busily unfastening Harry’s clothes while he covered his neck with wet, sucking kisses. “Always have to win, don’t you?”

“You’re one to…ah…ah!” Harry was cut off as Draco slid his fingers past open trousers to the throbbing heat resting between them. “You’re…horrible…at compromise.”

“Am I?” Draco paused, his fingers leaving Harry surging up for more sensation, more touch. “Fine, we’ll go upstairs.” And he leapt up so quickly Harry was nearly left behind as they went to their bedroom. Once he passed the threshold, Draco finished undressing him with a few practiced motions and then pointed imperiously to the bed, “but I get to be on top.”

“What?” Harry’s head was spinning, and he wasn’t sure how Draco was staying so cool when they were already this far along, and why were his clothes still on anyway? It was distinctly unfair. “Take those off.” He pouted slightly, reaching to help Draco with his trousers first, as the blonde man whipped off his shirt and patiently allowed Harry to finish with his own chosen task.

“See, I can compromise.” Draco kicked the offending clothes away and shoved Harry roughly to the mattress before climbing on top of him and tossing Harry’s glasses aside carelessly. “I’m the master of compromise.”

“It’s not…ah…a contest.” Harry felt his train of thought wander as Draco kissed his neck before grinding their erections together, one long-fingered hand clasping Harry’s hip as though to direct him in this, the other helping prop him up above the dark-haired man.

“No, it’s not.” Draco’s voice was suddenly very soft and full of emotion as he slowed the motion of his hips and stared down into Harry’s vibrant green eyes, his own grey gaze warm and full of adoration, “I love you, Harry.”

“I…I know,” Harry felt momentarily stupid as he felt the hand on his hip trace lovingly up his side and back down. “I love you, too.”

“I’m…I’m glad that you want to live with me still.” Draco lowered his head so that his eyes were hidden, and then he bent to shower light, lazy kisses on Harry’s neck, his chest, his chin, his cheeks. “I thought you’d be sick of me by now.”

“Wh…no, I love it.” Harry assured him, still feeling a bit off balance, and wondering why Draco wasn’t still grinding against him. Levering himself up a bit, Harry attempted to grind up into the other man, causing Draco to let out a long, low groan, his head whipping back, and his eyes fluttering shut momentarily. “I want…I want…”

“I’m going to, I know, I know how.” Draco’s words were husky, and Harry wasn’t really paying much attention, because he wasn’t sure what the other man was talking about, and that didn’t matter, because his whole world then was Draco’s skin on his, his fingers squeezing almost painfully on his hip, that liquid look of pleasure in his eyes, and the heat of his dick pressed against Harry’s. “Don’t be afraid, I’ll be careful.”

“Yeah…right…like that,” Harry sighed happily as he continued to move against the man who was reaching across the bed for something on the nightstand, and finding himself not really caring what Draco was doing, as long as he stayed in bed. He reached down, ready to wrap his hand around both of their lengths, to work them off to climax, and was briefly surprised when his aim was cut short by Draco, who had gotten something very slippery on his hand, and used it to rub them both.

Harry could not really find it in him to object to this, as it felt absolutely delicious, and he wondered why he’d never thought of using some lotion or something when they were together before, because it felt amazing. “Oh…Draco…fuck!” he cried out, bucking upward wildly, trying to make the other man speed up, but to no avail.

“Not yet,” he heard the whispered words as Draco kissed and licked at his neck, but he did not understand yet what was happening until he felt that slippery hand leave his length and suddenly find its way somewhere that they had both left mostly unexplored so far.

“Ah! Ah! What are you doing?!” Harry nearly leapt out of his skin in surprise when he felt the finger tire of its brief exploration and slip inside of him. “Your…it’s…you put it…ah!”

“Come on, Harry,” Draco looked serious, but he couldn’t keep the note of pleading out of his tone. “if you want me to stop, if you really want me to stop, I will,” Draco wiggled his finger slightly, and Harry’s eyes went wide at an unexpected jolt of pleasure. “But I’m ready for this, and I think you are, too. I know what to do, and I won’t hurt you, and…and next time, you can be on top, but just…just please let me try to do this.”

There was a moment of silence, of hesitation, and Harry could feel a tightening in his chest that he knew was fear, but he did trust Draco, and he believed him when he said he wouldn’t hurt him. And it did feel odd to have something in him like that…but when Draco moved his finger…just so…it felt…

“Yeah, okay,” Harry nodded sharply. “What do I do? Do I need to…move somewhere or something so you can get…get it in?”

“N—no, not yet,” Draco suddenly went deep red, and it actually made Harry feel better. So, Draco was afraid as well. Well, this wouldn’t be the first time they led each other through something not knowing how it would end. “I need to…to stretch you first…so you don’t get hurt.”

“Ah…so that’s why…” Harry moved his hips and then bit his lip. “Okay, but if you hurt me, I’ll hex your hair blue in your sleep.” Draco broke into nervous laughter and bent to kiss Harry, moving his finger once more. “It…doesn’t feel bad.”

“Good,” Draco glanced down at where their lengths throbbed against each other, slippery still with the lubricant he had rubbed over them. “I’m gonna…gonna put another one in, okay?”

“Thanks for the warning this time,” Harry teased, and then suddenly felt a tight pleasure-pain. “Ah!”

“Okay?” Draco looked worried, and Harry knew that he would stop what they were doing if he said the word, or maybe even if he shook his head, but instead he nodded.

“It’s…move a bit, I need to…” Harry twisted his hips a bit and then his eyes went wide, his semi-hard erection swelling up once more. “Ah…much…much better.”

“Is…does it feel good?” Draco sounded curious, as though he knew this was supposed to work, but he wasn’t sure he could trust what he had been told. “Is it too much?”

“No…dammit, move!” Harry bucked up his hands scrabbling for purchase against Draco’s back, his neck, his shoulders, “a bit…deeper, there! Ah, there!” Draco watched Harry’s eyes slide closed, settling them both into a comfortable rhythm, and he looked down to see beads of moisture leaking down the head of Harry’s now furious hard-on. “Yeah…oh…like that!”

Draco wondered briefly if it wouldn’t be better to just work Harry off and leave this for another day, but so far, everything was working so well. He couldn’t help thinking that his own shaft was quite a bit wider than two fingers, and he bit his lip, trying to hold the impulse to throw caution to the wind and just thrust into Harry, ready or not. His own erection was throbbing painfully, leaking against Harry’s stomach where their pre-cum mingled with their sweat and the lube, and he knew that no matter how he wanted to let loose, it was important that he be careful. Harry was moaning and thrusting quite happily, and so Draco decided to slide another finger in.

“Oh fuck!” Harry yelped. “Ah…just…just a second.” He fidgeted his hips about a bit, and then thrust up, making an odd face. “Mm…almost…” he did another little twist of his hips and then moved slowly, experimentally. “There…yeah, there…”

It seemed that it was taking Harry very little effort to prepare himself now, perhaps because Draco was letting him control the movements as much as possible, because he figured that since Harry was the one feeling it, he was the best judge. Draco was concentrating on the feel of Harry around his fingers, trying to memorize how deep it was, how to hit that spot that made his eyes roll back in his head as he pleaded for Draco to do it harder, which struck him as funny, since Harry was almost completely controlling the situation, even though he was on bottom, which was very interesting, certainly, but Draco was more interested in whether or not he could finally enter the other man.

“Are you ready?” Draco asked, his voice harsh as Harry thrust against him, moaning and clawing at his back with his ragged fingernails.

“Yeah, yeah,” Harry made an odd noise when Draco responded to this by pulling his fingers out, and he smiled bemusedly up at the other man. “I never realized I could feel…empty?”

“Well, just wait a second,” Draco grabbed the pillow Harry wasn’t already lying on and hoisted the other man’s hips up on top of it. “Just…tilt, like this,” Draco was having a hard time holding back, but he tried not to lift Harry’s legs up too swiftly, lest he pull a muscle and ruin all that careful work. “Are you comfortable?” he asked gently as he looped the legs up over his shoulders and worked out where everything should be.

“Just put it in already!” Harry reached down, trying to position the head at his entrance. “Who cares if I’m comfortable! I’m going to die if you don’t hurry up!”

“Merlin, no need to be so rushed.” Draco chuckled nervously as he rubbed more lubricant over his length, just to be sure, and then positioned the head, briefly wondering how in the world there would be space, how this could possibly work, but deciding against voicing his concerns. “Here, I’m going to—ah!” he pushed forward, not really expecting it to feel so warm and tight and wonderful. He felt like he was melting and getting hard all over at the same time, and he could feel Harry’s legs trembling against his chest. “Is…is it okay?”

“MOVE!” Harry roared at him. “I’m not glass, just…just fuck me, already!”

“O—okay,” Draco hissed sharply as he pulled back, and then cried out as he slammed back in, not really able to hold back.

“Oh!” Harry winced, and Draco froze praying that he hadn’t just ruined everything, because this felt so good, and he didn’t want to stop now, already. “Okay, maybe you’re right…a little slower than that.”

“Right,” Draco watched him and used every fiber of control to slowly pull out, and push back in, trying to hold back the sudden desire to pound into Harry furiously. He found it helped if he watched the other man’s eyes, his gaze hot with desire, his mouth parting only to let loose soft moans that Draco could hear himself echoing, and it seemed like time fell away, and if he could just stay here in this moment, with both of them blending into each other, limbs tangled, sweat dripping from Draco’s nose to mingle with Harry’s own perspiration, trailing down his forehead, his lip, beading up on his chest and stomach, the world would disappear, and there would only be the two of them, and it would be perfect.

“Faster! For fuck’s sake!” Harry nearly sobbed as he tried, despite his awkward position, to buck up against Draco. “Faster already!”

“Ah…okay,” Draco moved faster, gradually at first, building speed as Harry continued to egg him on, but then he lost control, and it was as if he was running down a hill, and there was nothing to do but keep accelerating or fall to the ground, and he felt himself screaming out his orgasm before he knew it, felt Harry’s own climax spatter against them both, pooling on the dark-haired man’s stomach, and then he collapsed, utterly exhausted on top of him.

“My…um, my legs hurt like this.” Harry spoke up after an interminable period, and Draco realized he’d pinioned Harry’s legs so that his ankles were nearly at a level with his ears. Flushing, he struggled to move his sluggish body, rolling to one side and realizing that Harry’s seed was now smeared all over his own chest and stomach. “That was…that was…”

“Great?” Draco asked sleepily.

“Parts of it,” Harry answered, then after a deadly silence, he turned to face Draco. “No! I mean, yeah, it was great. Just…you could have gone harder than you did.”

“I didn’t want to hurt you.” Draco pouted. “And I probably did, anyway. After all that ‘faster, faster’ business, it’s your own fault. I’m only so strong.”

“No, I’m fine,” Harry sat up and then pivoted, putting his feet down on the ground shakily, “want a glass of water? I need to…clean up a bit, anyway.” He flushed and Draco reached out for him weakly.

“No…come back to bed.” He mumbled against the pillow. “I don’t care if you’re messy.”

“I do,” Harry told him, standing up a bit stiffly, Draco couldn’t help but notice. “All over me…” and Draco watched him limp out of the room before falling into a deep sleep.

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“Would you stop laughing at me!” Harry grumbled as he walked stiffly to the heating skillet, eggs held in both hands. “I’m making you breakfast, and you’re making fun of me!”

“I’m not laughing!” Draco attempted to stop smiling at the way Harry was pretending that he was feeling just fine. “I just like when you act all tough. I think it’s cute.”

“I’m going to shove this egg up your ass, and then we’ll see who walks funny.” Harry grumbled. “Remember, you told me I could be on top next time. Look forward to some pay back!”

“Whatever, you were the one who kept telling me to go faster.” Draco pulled out the orange juice and poured two glasses. “I told you, but no, you know better, of course.”

“I hate you.” Harry grumbled.

“I could try to…fix it up, you know?” Draco offered. “Blaise taught me a really good charm, if you like.”

“Is that who told you how…all that stuff! Blaise!” Harry seemed only further incensed, but Draco shrugged good-naturedly. “Why did I even let you be on top, anyway? At least I have some idea, after all, I’ve had sex before, at least.”

“Don’t start with me.” Draco wanted to work up some agitation, but he couldn’t help just feeling extremely pleased that nothing had gone horribly wrong their first time having sex. “It was a different story last night. Shall I do an impression?”

“Seriously, you’d feel better if you let me do the charm.” Draco offered, pulling his wand out and toying with it casually. “I mean, you’re making me breakfast, I’m just trying to being nice.”

“I don’t want Blaise’s stupid charm.” Harry grumbled. “I’ll be fine.”

“Okay, because I don’t think we should do it again until you’re all better.” Draco assured him with mock concern.

“Like I care.” Harry dropped a plate in front of the other man sharply. “Eat. I’m going back to bed.”

“I love you.” Draco smiled brightly at him.

“I hate you.” Harry took his own plate of food and huffed out of the room, heading back upstairs. Draco rolled his eyes.

“Oooh, do it to me harder!” Draco called after him in a purposefully high voice, ducking as a red stream of light nearly hit him dead on. “Hey! No Stunners in the house!”

“Fuck you!”

“Be like that!” Draco called back and turned to his breakfast. “I can’t help that I’m a demon in bed.” He grumbled before eating. He would give Harry time, he was sure the other man could only resist him for so long.

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To be continued…