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most nights, I don\'t know	By : jessebarbieheart Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3312 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of her delicious characters. Though I wish I could, I will never make proffit from this lovely fic.

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A/N: This is the last finished chapter I have written. So it maybe be a couple days until the next update. For now, hope you devour this one ;)

So they were still doing this. Even after they'd both had time to clear their heads and think about what it was they were doing. He still wanted to go through with this. It was clearly visible in the way he growled that demand.

Reminding himself that "cocky" had a particular liking for bondage, Harry subtly pulled his wand from its hidden place in his sock. In a matter of seconds, a simple spell had cinched Draco's hands together behind his back. He was about to protest, but Harry saw to gagging him as well. Afterwards, it was easy to drag him into the master bedroom, locking the door behind them. "Be careful what you wish for, Malfoy."

Forcing Draco down on the bed was easy instinct. As was ripping apart his tacky, yet flattering, ruffled shirt. A lusty hate greeted him from those steely eyes, challenging him to go further. But this was probably as far as he could go with being rough. He didn't have it in him to take pleasure from another's pain or discomfort. Plus, with his shirt wide open like this, Harry had a very plain view of the nasty scars marring Draco's chest. He'd already done that much….

A sudden urge filled him up, driving him to pull the gag from the other's mouth. Once that tempting mouth was freed, he straddled the thin frame and captured it with a force unmatched. Again, Draco's mouth full of tasty cinnamon and sinful alcohol threw him into a blind need. He couldn't help but to grind hard against the trim leg beneath him. For the first time since he was a teenager, he was acting like a dog in heat. He couldn't help but to grin at the thought into the raw, passionate kiss.

But a meeting of lips was not even close to enough. He craved more. Shivering with anticipation of his own actions, Harry began a trail of kisses down Draco's jaw and to his neck. They were gentle at first, but the further down that he went, the more excited he grew. It became so strong, this desire, that he soon found himself nipping with only slight roughness at the alabaster collarbone at his dispense.

"Mm…Potter, you fucking tease…." Loosely, Draco struggled at his bonds. But it seemed only for show there was a glint in his slate eyes that clearly showed how much he was enjoying this.

Harry's real target in this journey was not the delicious bone structure of the colorless chest. His prize was the raised scar tissue marring the skin's supple perfection. He felt the other wince as he first took a lick at them. It was clear that he despised them. Something changed in Draco's demeanor straight away. This ceased to be a game for him.

"Shh…," Harry tried soothingly, pressing delicate kisses into the scars. By worshipping the wounds like this, he hoped to in a way make recompense for what he'd done. It was, after all, one of his biggest regrets. Draco could have very well died that day. "You're very brave," he said quietly, his deep probing eyes momentarily meeting silver.

Snorting, Draco rolled his eyes and muttered hastily, "Will you just shut up and fuck me, Potter? I don't need you to fucking save me, so get on with it." There was more urgency than annoyance in his voice.

Apparently, Draco wasn't much into foreplay. He played this fast and loose. So, Harry supposed that he could give into his pining for instant gratification. He took one more simple taste of the scars before standing up and beginning to undress. The costume fell easily in one fluid motion, revealing just what Harry had promised would be there. Even though he hadn't played Quidditch in years, he still kept in impeccable shape. The muscles of his abdomen were chiseled firmly into solid runes and divots. For a man of his age, he was beautifully fit. It came from hours of exercise every day before work. His body was the envy of every man in his office.

And it was more than possible to tell that Draco Malfoy was feeling exactly the same right now. He was eating Harry up with his gaze hungrily, making a deep and pathetic keening sound. "Told you," Harry whispered softly, crawling up over Draco again.

"You better not be compensating for anything," Draco chided, but his words came out breathy, as he was clearly impressed.

"Shut up." With a chuckle, Harry undid the ropes constricting the other's hands. It was only for a moment, allowing him enough time to pull off the shirt and jacket the rest of the way. Then his hands were retied at his front. From this position he was able to just get to his zipper. In no time, his slick jeans were popped wide open – the perfect invitation for Harry to go right on and take him.

Harry yanked the pants down, letting them rest around Draco's ankles. He took in the beautiful sight of the crème thighs at his disposal. He gripped them tightly, watching what small amount of blood there was at the skin's surface fall away at his pressure. His ministrations only served to make Draco more upset. His breath was rougher, coming in short rasps as his underwear began to visibly tent. Softly, under his breath, he kept muttering for release, yet he somehow managed to keep dignity in his voice. And Harry was finding that he couldn't hold off much longer, either.

This need aching through his bones rushed his movements to remove the rest of their coverings. For his private view only, Draco's cock stood straight at attention and is pert asshole sat shining for treatment. It looked so delicious that Harry couldn't help but to run a softly shaking finger over the rippled entrance. Draco hissed a breath in, the hold clenching instinctively to keep him out. That small movement to bar him access made his decision to not even bother prepping the other man. He wanted him that bad. He couldn't wait any longer.

Draco could sense what was about to happen. "Don't you dare!" he hollered, attempting to use his elbows to sit up. But his hands were bound tight enough that he couldn't quite get enough leverage. So, unable to get away, he had to lay there and endure the pain of Harry not-so-gently digging his member deep into his backside. His cries of rage and agony were probably loud enough to wake the neighbors.

"Sorry…," Harry whispered gently, scrambling to reach his wand that lay just out of reach. The moment his fingers closed around the familiar wood, he casted a lubing charm to try and relieve some of the burn. This was a move he should have led with, but he was so out of practice that he'd forgotten. Luckily, his face was already red from arousal, so his deep blush went unnoticed. "Better?"

His jaw clenched and eyes shut firmly, Draco nodded slowly a few times. Feeling slightly more at ease, Harry buried himself further until he couldn't go any further. And then he rested. He concentrated on the waves of pleasure tingling every single one of his nerve endings. "Tell me when you're ready," he said on a breath. "I…really don't want to hurt you." And he sincerely didn't, but he could already see a few drops of blood staining his creamed-coffee-colored duvet.

"Just fucking do it," Draco said through gritted teeth, a small hint of loathing in his lust-clouded eyes.

"O-okay…." It took a long, deep breath for Harry to steady his doubtful thoughts. He was starting to think that maybe he'd made a mistake here. Honestly, what good could even come of this? But it was too late to go back now. So he had to clear his head and 'just do it'.

His thrusts were gentle and slow at first. Testing the waters. It was one of the most amazing things he'd ever felt. Draco felt perfectly, but not stranglingly, tight around him. So perfect that he couldn't help but to wonder if they were somehow each other's missing half. Like lost puzzle pieces coming together after a forever of searching. It felt right, despite any thoughts he may have been having otherwise.

And, as he went faster and deeper, the intensity grew to a point of disbelief. Both men took in their breaths at the same time and pace. They were truly one, somehow. Even their moans and grunts of pleasure seemed to feed off the other's. it wasn't long before neither could tell which voice actually belonged to them. Harry's thrusts were perfectly rhythmic to Draco's heady rocking. There was no doubt in his mind that he was hitting the blonde man's sweet spot every time now as his cock had begun to weep. He was also making facial expressions he probably never would have been caught doing had he been more aware.

Even then, Harry couldn't help but to see how beautiful Draco really was. The years had definitely matured his aristocratic features.

"Potter!" Harry's eyes snapped onto the state-colored ones opened wide in a small measure of disbelief. "Fuck, Potter, untie my hands. Now!"

"Say my name first…."

"Shut up and just fucking do it!"

"Say it!"

"Merlin…. Harry fucking Potter…untie my fucking h-hands!"

Harry wore a soft grin of satisfaction while removing the binding charm. The instant they were gone, Draco practically launched himself at him. His legs encircled Harry's waist as he grappled to get his arms tight around his neck. The moan that erupted from that pale, little body was like that of an animal. He rolled his hips forward every time Harry attempted to buck him upwards. It was intimate, hot, sticky, passionate, and everything Harry had never before experienced. Even sex with Charlie hadn't been this wild. Underneath that gruff exterior, the elder Weasley was extremely vanilla.

But this….

A fire almost too hot to be bearable was starting to grow in Harry's belly, and the heady kiss Draco pulled him by his hair into only intensified it. His stamina not being what it may have once been, he erupted in a hard orgasm quickly. His vision blacked and it was all he could do to brace himself with his arms as he fell forward onto the bed with weak knees. He gave one more feeble thrust into Draco as the spurts of his seed dwindled. From that, he couldn't think anymore. The best he could do was hover there, trying not to squash the other as he breathed rapidly in complete amazement.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Harry took note that his chest was heavy with Draco's cum. The fact that the other had finished around the same time said a lot to him. He smiled softly, resting his forehead on the soaked bed. "Shit…," he whispered. One word that carried a thousand unspoken feelings.

"I need a shower."

Harry, eyebrows knitted together, straightened up a bit and blinked down at Draco. The other man stared back, hard gaze unwavering. Any trace of the raptured lover he'd just had was all gone. He stood, gently sliding his limp cock out of its snug home. "The, uh…. The loo's the next door to the left."

"Thank you." Draco was all business – calm, cool, collected. He got to his feet and easily pulled on his abandoned clothing. And then he left the room. There was not a word, not an emotion, to show that anything intimate had been shared between them. The only sign Harry even glimpsed was the slight limp to his tight swagger, suggesting the pain in his backside.

Sighing deeply, Harry fell back on the mattress and curled up under the sheets for comfort. He couldn't help but to regret that he hadn't said more. Hadn't begged him to stay. Because…what if he didn't come back? Harry whimpered and hugged his pillow tighter at the thought. It terrified him. He'd put so much of himself into the relationship that turned out to be a dumb mix-up. And now he was just starting to realize that maybe it was a mistake from the beginning.

What seemed like hours, but probably more like ten minutes, went by. Harry's heart never stopped aching. Not until he heard the door creak back open. At that point, it started skipping around erratically.

"Your linens need to be torched."

Smile sliding back onto his face, Harry turned to Draco. "They don't meet your standards?" He chuckled giddily, watching the other man slide in next to him. The towel he wore around his waist fell to the floor, replaced by a kiss of sheets. He folded his arms behind his head, his long blonde locks splaying in wet waves across his pale and shimmering skin. Like this, he looked like a foreign god. A god of lust, temptation, and severe satisfaction.

Draco shrugged his shoulders in quiet response. His lids slowly closed over his silver eyes and his face stretched into a delicate yawn. "They're cheap. And that extends to these sheets, so you know…."

Another chuckle burbled past Harry's lips. He took another longing look at the other. Then his mind was made up. He was smitten, with Draco Malfoy of all people, and he couldn't let him go. Nor could he control himself. He shuffled closer, pulling Draco's warm body to his own, still covered in sweat and semen.

Immediately, Draco cringed back with a derogatory smirk. "If you wish me to stay for the rest of the night, you need to know a few things. One, I don't cuddle or snuggle or whisper sweet nothings in your ear. Two, I do not like dirty things, so I suggest that you clean up before touching me again. And, lastly, just because I allowed you to fuck me does not mean that we are automatically in a relationship. I do not know if it will ever happen again, so don't even try to smother me with your endless 'Chosen One' love. To me, you are still Potter and I do not foresee that changing anytime soon."

Harry was defeated as he lay back down on his side of the bed. Of course Malfoy would see it that way. He couldn't have changed that much. Harry highly doubted that he ever became attached to anything. Or anyone. He himself on the dating website had said that he wasn't all that much into family values. "So…," he said quietly, staring up into the darkness at the ceiling, "you're wife doesn't know, does she?"

It almost sounded like Malfoy was on the brink of sleep when he yawned out his answer. "Astoria and I have an…an arrangement. I get to sleep with any man I wish to and she…. Well, she gets to have an affair with Zabini without my ratting her out."

For a moment, Harry paused to consider that. He was slightly in shock. This wasn't how he'd been imagining it in his mind. Honestly, he never even considered that Malfoy would allow his wife to be with another man, despite his sexual leanings. Maybe he had changed slightly.

"And you are divorced, I assume…."

"Yes," Harry said solemnly. It had been five years and he still felt strangely disheartened by it. "Ginny still lives in Godric's Hollow with Lily and James. I get to visit them every other weekend and on holidays"

"And you cheated on her." Harry cringed at the smirk in his matter-of-fact tone.

It was hard to keep the tears from his voice as he responded. "Yes, as a matter of fact…I did. With her eldest brother, actually. I upset the entire family. I'm sure some still haven't forgiven me…."

"Boo hoo. Go to sleep."

For some reason, Harry couldn't help but to smile. He'd been moping over this tragic divorce for so long that it felt refreshing for someone to blow it off. He bit his lip softly, dying to snuggle up closer to Malfoy. He curbed his longing by turning further away and holding tight to his pillow. "Night," he whispered softly, little butterflies tickling his stomach.

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