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Sometimes Lies Are A Good Thing	By : Kitkatislovely95 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3122 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Finally. Sex! If offended, you shouldn't be reading this anyway. :)

By the time noon rolled around the next day, Draco was sure he was going to throw up from the rolling of his stomach. He was terrified of what Harry might say today. He had been so worked up since he got the letter that Blaise had to leave. He said, "It will be easier for you to get it together with me gone." Draco knew it was just because Blaise was uncomfortable with the tension that the room had accumulated.

Harry, on the other hand, wasn't fairing much better. He had been positive in his decision a week ago, even when he had sent Draco the letter the previous day, but now that the time had come, he was back to being just as confused as before. He guessed he would just have to wait for Draco to answer his questions.

The doorbell rang and Harry was sure his heart rate doubled its beats. He got up, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans, and walked slowly to the door.

Draco, for the first time, wasn't wearing that Slytherin mask Harry had always seen in school. He was actually showing how nervous he felt.

"Come in." Harry kept his voice steady as he stepped back from the door, letting it swing open farther. Draco walked through the doorway, and led the way to the living room as Harry followed. He called for Dobby to bring in tea, and not a minute later, there was a tray of tea and honey covered biscuits on the coffee table.

Harry got himself and Draco a cup of tea, asked if he wanted a biscuit, and pushed them away when the offer was declined.

Harry sighed. "Draco, I have a few questions to ask you and I want you to be truthful." He looked into Draco’s eyes as he spoke, letting him know just how serious he was.

"Of course." Draco replied softly, biting his lip.

"Why did you act like a prat in school?" He figured being blunt was best at the moment.

Now Draco sighed. "I really wish you hadn't asked that question." He mumbled.

Draco sighed in resignation, before he said, "Alright, it was because you wouldn't be my friend in first year. I know it was unfair and unnecessary but I wanted you to hurt as much as I had. During third year, though, that want changed. All I wanted was for you to pay attention to me and not to all the girls that were throwing themselves at you."

Harry was slightly shocked, but he didn't let it show. He just nodded and went on to the next question.

“Was the only thing you lied to me about really your gender?" Harry asked softly, hoping against hope that Draco said yes.

"Yes. I might have tweaked a few things so you wouldn't know it was me, but nothing big. Harry, when I started this, I wanted you to fall in love with me, and when I told you who I really was, I didn't want you to know things that weren't true. I wanted you to know me. Sure there are things that we never talked about, but you know me, not someone who doesn't exist." Draco finally looked up to meet Harry’s eyes, trying to convey the truth to him.

Harry nodded. That was definitely a relief. "When were you planning on telling me, if you ever were?" That question had been bugging him this week the most.

"I was planning on telling you, Harry, just not as soon as I did. In a way, I guess I am glad that you know, but also, I think it could have been handled better had it not been sprung on you the night you proposed."

Harry contemplated this. He didn't know how, but he could tell that Draco was being truthful about all of this. Why else would Draco tell the truth if he really didn't love him? Surely, even with Harry asking for honest answers, Draco could have lied if he really had only done this to hurt Harry.

"No matter how much I know about you, I can't shake this feeling that I don't know anything." He muttered, though he was sure Draco heard him.

He started when he felt a large warm hand close around his own. He looked up into Draco's eyes, seeing a little bit of uncertainty and warmth that spread through Harry's entire body; when Draco wasn't pushed away, the uncertainty left.

"Harry, I know it may seem that way now, but if you give me the chance to show you that I mean what I say, that I really do love you, then I promise you won't regret it." Draco said softly, his thumb stroking the back of Harry’s hand.

Sitting there, looking into Draco's eyes, he decided he would do just that.

“Show me then." He had no idea what he meant by that, but Draco seemed to.

Draco took Harry's hand, pulled him off the sofa and up the stair to his bedroom. He walked backwards so he could hold eye contact the entire time, searching for something that might be akin to hesitation. He found none so far, but this might change that.

He pushed Harry onto the bed, and backed away a few steps. Then he began.

He slowly started to unbutton his silk black shirt, not taking his eyes off Harry. He slid it off his shoulders, hearing the material swoosh as it fell to the floor. He moved to the button on his trousers, slipping it through the hole; slid the zipper down, and his pants fell on their own. He was left in just his green briefs, which he hooked his thumbs in the sides, and pulled them down as well.

He stood naked as the day he was born in front of Harry, who was gazing unabashedly with hooded lust filled eyes.

Harry couldn't believe how fucking beautiful Draco was. His imagination had nothing on the real thing. He let his eyes roam up and down the uncovered body, his eyes lingering especially long on Draco's cock. It was flaccid, and cut, and Harry couldn't wait until he could see it hard.

His cock decided to make itself known because it twitched and blood was filling it rapidly.

He got up from his spot on the bed, walking slowly towards Draco. His hand reached out, sliding up his chest to rest over his heart. He could feel its hard, steady beat under his palm, as if it was reaching out to him, knowing it was Harry that was touching it.

His other hand came to Draco's hip, slipping it around his back, to his tailbone, before pulling him flush with Harry. He could feel Draco's cock jerk against his leg. Harry might have been short in school, but now he stood the same height as Draco, at about 6 feet.

Draco tipped his head forward, resting his forehead against Harry's, rubbing their noses together lightly. He never wanted this to end, but he wanted something else more.

"You wanted me to show you, now you show me. Let me see you, Harry." Draco whispered, his lips brushing Harry’s cheek.

Harry broke all contact, and for a moment, Draco thought he had said the wrong thing, but he saw Harry reach for the hem of his t-shirt, and relaxed.

He pulled his shirt off slowly, not wanting to rush this; he could tell this night would be special for the both of them. He let the shirt slip through his fingers and drop to the floor. He reached for his jeans, undoing the button and zipper, before pushing them with his red briefs, typically, to the floor.

He stood nervously, naked in front of Draco's equally naked form. He wasn't as confident about his body as Draco obviously was. He felt a hand urging his chin up, and when he looked up, lips were pressed gently to his. He let his eyes fall closed, loving the feeling of their mouths moving together. He felt a tongue caress his bottom lip, and opened his mouth to the muscle. Their tongues twined together perfectly, like they were made for just that.

Draco pulled back first, "Make love to me."

All Harry could do was nod. He turned them around, and pushed Draco gently onto the bed. He slowly crawled up his lover's body, claiming his lips again. Harry’s hands roamed the lithe, lightly muscled torso of the man beneath him.

Draco moaned into the kiss when he felt a hand wrap around his cock. It moved up and down with feather light touches, as if unsure. Though Draco was sure Harry was just teasing him.

"Harry." Hearing Draco moan his name was enough to get his cock so hard that it hurt. But he wanted tonight to last, so he ignored it. He began to kiss his way down Draco's chest, stopping at a nipple on his way, sucking it into his mouth, nibbling with his teeth. He moved down to his naval, fucking the little opening with his tongue; in and out, in and out.

"Oh God, Harry, please." He decided to give in, and finally sidled down to his treasure.

He looked at the masterpiece that was Draco's cock, and was awed at the sight. If he thought it was beautiful soft, it was nothing compared to when it was hard. No wonder Draco had always been so cocky in school if this was what he hid beneath his clothes. Harry could faintly picture himself making an altar and worshiping it every day for the rest of his life.

He bent down and gently took the head into his mouth, loving the moan the left Draco's mouth, and started to suck. He gradually moved his head down and took most of it into his mouth, until he could feel the tip touching the back of his throat. He swallowed around it, his throat muscles working to accommodate it. He moved back, and started to bob his head in a steady rhythm, going down and keeping it there, swallowing, then moving back up and down, up and down a few times, before repeating.

He felt Draco comb his fingers through his hair, but he moved his mouth up and off his cock, much to Draco's dismay, before kissing down the underside of the organ, to his sac. He took a ball into his mouth, sucking on the flesh. He then moved and took the other into his mouth, before taking them both in. He sucked hard then, hearing Draco moan loudly.

He took his mouth off his love's balls. He pushed Draco's legs up onto his chest, opening him up for Harry's exploration. The sight of Draco with his hair mussed, his mouth red from their kisses; sterling grey eyes hooded with desire, breathing heavy, chest heaving, and spread open in front of him, almost pushed him to orgasm.

He looked back to the areas he now had free rein to explore, and bent down to kiss each of his balls again, before licking a trail from in the middle of his sac to the hole between his muscled cheeks. He let his tongue trace over it lightly, mapping his landscape so to speak, before plunging his tongue in as far as he could passed the tight ring of muscles.

Draco moaned as Harry's wet organ licked at his insides, it felt so fucking good, that he lost all coherent thought instantly.

Harry moved his tongue in and out, in and out, of the small opening, lubing it up. Reluctantly, he pulled away, only to be pulled up, and have a tongue shoved into his mouth. He moaned as Draco plundered his hot cavern.

"Harry, please take me. Make me yours."

Harry nodded and sat back on his knees between Draco's legs muttering a lubrication charm for his fingers. He slowly pushed one into his lover, hearing him moan loudly at the intrusion, to the knuckle. He pumped it in and out a few times, before pulling it out and pushing in again with a second digit accompanying the first.

He scissored his fingers apart, stretching Draco's tight hole. When he felt he was ready for a third, he pulled them out, but before he could move again, Draco's voice stopped him.

"No, love, I don't want anything else. Just you, Harry; just you."

"Are you sure?" Harry asked reluctantly. His cock wasn’t small and Draco was just so tight…

"Yes. Make love to me." Draco replied softly, his voice sure.

Harry looked deep into the blonde's eyes, and so this was really what he wanted. He nodded, murmured another lubrication charm, and placed his tip against Draco's opening.

Slowly, so damn slow, he pushed against the orifice, watching as the head of his cock disappeared inside his love's body. He groaned at the tightness surrounding him, but stopped himself from pushing any farther. He wouldn’t hurt Draco.

"Move." Draco growled. If he had wanted him to stop, he’d have said so.

Harry complied, moving forward inch by inch, not wanting to thrust too much in such a short amount of time. When he was fully sheathed inside Draco's hot tight hole, he stopped moving.

There was no way he could describe the feeling of being inside of such a tight opening. He never wanted to move. But Draco had other ideas.

"Fuck me, already." He moaned out. Draco loved being full like this. He hadn't been for a little more than a year, and he really missed it. He knew that it only got better from here, especially because it was Harry he was with.

He was going to start with short shallow thrust, but Draco wanted him to go faster. He felt Draco lift his arse off of Harry's cock, before pushing back down, hard.

"Fuck. That's how you want it?" Harry growled, having to force himself not to come.

"Yes, Harry. Fuck me hard. I’m not bloody glass." Draco groaned back, repeating his previous actions.

Something inside of Harry snapped. He reached down and grabbed Draco’s shoulders, pulling him up until they were chest to chest and Harry could grip Draco’s slim waist. He lifted Draco up until just the tip was inside, angled his hips a different direction, and slammed Draco back down as he thrust up. His calculations were somehow correct because he hit Draco's prostate dead on. Draco practically screamed with every thrust after that as Harry continued to pound into him.

Draco used Harry’s shoulders for leverage and moved himself up as Harry pulled out and down as he pushed back in. With this rhythm, they fucked themselves against each other. Harry reached down to grab Draco's cock, moving his hand in time with his thrusts.

With a few more thrusts, Draco came long and hard, moaning Harry's name. His arse had clenched down on the organ inside of him, and with another few thrusts, Harry came as well.

Plopping down onto the bed, Harry rolled onto his back so that he didn’t smash Draco under him. Draco moved to lie across Harry's chest, and they lay there, basking in the post-coital bliss. Draco thought that this meant they were okay, but he figured he would say something anyway.

"Harry?"

"Yes, love?"

"What does this mean for us?" Draco asked softly, vulnerable.

Harry moved then. He gently pushed Draco off his chest and on his back on the bed and straddled his hips, putting his hands on his chest.

"Dray, did our earlier activities not show you anything, or do you need a repeat?" He asked as he laid his open palms on his blonde lover's chest.

Draco took one of Harry's hands in his, and brought it to his lips, "I would love one, but maybe a little later. I am still coming down from my first orgasm," He chuckled for a moment before he became serious once more. "I mean it though, Harry. Does this mean you want me to stay?"

Harry sighed, "Draco, you don't get it do you? I wouldn't have invited you over today, I wouldn’t have wanted you to tell me the truth, and I damn sure wouldn't have fucked you if I didn't want to be with you. I had been thinking a lot this past week, and I realized that even though you lied about being a woman, my feelings haven’t changed because you're a man."

Draco listened to Harry as he spoke, and felt the happiest now than he had ever felt before. He grabbed the back of Harry's neck, pulling him down and claiming his lips in a passionate kiss.

When he let Harry come up for air, they were both panting heavily, "I love you, so much."

"I love you too, Draco. I love you, too.

Draco knew that they were far from over what had happened between them, Harry especially, but he also knew that no matter what came their way, they would deal with it together.

So, what did you think? I'm always nervous writing sex scenes and this one is (officially) two years old so... If it wasn't all that great, it's because it was my first time writing porn. Let me know your opinion. :D
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