Sweet Dreams | By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3335 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters associated with the books/movies and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story. |
A/N~ The story is finished already, though I am toying with an epilogue. I am just running the chapters through a grammar program before posting them as I have time.
Chapter 2– I want to get used by you
Harry thought of that night on the boat he was taking to the country of Georgia. That had been several months ago, since then Harry had traveled on towards Mongolia. He was searching for inner peace and hoped the monks in that area could help him finally realize that state. His nightmares dwindled, but caused him considerable pain when they occurred. The dreams of Draco Malfoy now morphed to include the night on the boat. The man was a tattoo on Harry’s soul, something he didn’t want to remove though. He felt a little guilty giving into the pleasure from that man on the boat, but something about the whole situation fueled his dreams about Draco, the only man he truly cared about.
Harry was to take a train to the Mongolian border, and from there he would fly at night and camp during the days. His friends had kept in contact with him over the years, He allowed them know he was alive and well, but no information on where he was. He missed the support of friends, but until he could destroy the memories of the past, he knew he couldn’t go back. And he feared, if he did, his heart would break if he ran into the one man would could break it.
Harry was resting comfortably on the train, his quarters was adequate with a small parlor, bedroom and ensuite bath. He was waiting for the dinner trolley to come when a knock on the door sounded through the parlor. Dressed in a simple black robe and a pair of red and gold slippers, Harry moved to the door and opened it. He found himself blindfolded once again unable to remove it. He waited his blood racing through his veins. Then that voice that he never could place spoke once again, into the loneliness of his heart, “Tonight Harry, I want you to use me.”
“Who are you? And can you tell me how you know me? Though I don’t mind our meetings, it is unnerving to be blinded.” Harry spoke softly, not wanting to offend, but wanting answers.
“I am someone you never trusted, but it seems you trust better blindfolded then with your eyes to deceive you. I will not tell you who I am, but I know you too well. And I will bring you what you are seeking in time. I want you to learn to trust who I am, not who you used to see.” The voice flowed over Harry like honey, warming his flesh, and his heart.
Lips softly touched his own, not urgent, yet still full of passion. Harry’s longing for the one he loved took over. He pictured the man with silver eyes and white blonde hair. His breath raced out of his lungs in heaves. He bit softly on the lips whispering over his own, a slow moan left them. Harry begged entrance with his tongue and was granted. Tongues danced in harmony, sliding, stroking and tasting. Harry felt his tongue sucked into that warm mouth, and flicked as if it were his cock. Harry’s erection strained harder under his robes.
Hands moved unbuttoning the cloak Harry was wearing letting pool at his feet. Then a trail of fingertips traced white heat down his chest. Harry gasped with the contact, and moaned when one traced his tender nipple then plucked. Fingers were replaced with a hot mouth sucking slowly on the exposed flesh. “Harry… you are magnificent,” the voice hitched with passion. Harry was picked up and cradled against a hard chest, the heart beating rapidly. He brought his hand up to touch the face of the man carrying him. Hard lines, soft skin, long nose and soft lips. “Pot.. Harry if you keep touching me like that, I won’t make it to the bedroom” the man was breathing hard and barely made it to put Harry on the bed.
Hands covered Harry’s skin again, when he let his mind go, He knew his lover’s name, but he would not say a word. He would commit this night to memory. Emotions mixed with passion as he felt every touch and kiss on his skin. How had his liberator found him?
Draco moved lower, taking Harry’s cock in his hands, he marveled at the beauty of it. The dark purple tip, leaking, thick veins popping through silky skin. Just stroking the beautiful member was making his breath come in gasps, he could hardly think straight, and then dove in to lick the pre cum slowly dripping from the tip. Sweet, just like honeydew, there was barely any salt flavor to Harry. Draco placed his lips over the leaking cock head and suckled, trying to drink the nectar within. Harry groan deeply, his hands either side of Draco’s head, stroking gently, not urging, but lovingly letting Draco choose the speed. “I ... Want to taste... You again... “Harry’s strangled voice called out. Draco was about to protest until he was undone by the sweet “Please” that passed his lover’s lips. Letting go of Harry briefly, Draco wandlessly spelled his clothes into non-existence, Harry’s hand were reaching frantically. Draco moved to place his fully erect cock just at the entrance of Harry’s lips, and bent his head to take Harry’s cock back into his waiting mouth.
Harry momentarily thought Draco was leaving him, as he could no longer feel the pressure of him on the bed, and started to search with his hands. His body was on fire, needed to be sated, yet he yearned for the addicting taste that he now associated with Draco. Something soft pressed his lips, and he opened them to accept the gift, being rewarded not only with the most delicious rod, but with the bliss of feeling lips encircle his cock once more. Each man took their time, licking and sucking, pumping in time together. Flames teased Harry’s veins and his stomach coiled in anticipation as his released clawed its way to the surface. Harry let out a gurgled scream around Draco’s cock as his release burst down Draco’s waiting throat. He was rewarded with Draco’s own release flooding his mouth.
Draco rolled over and gathered Harry into his arms holding him close as waves of pleasure rocked their bodies. As their breathing regulated, they fell into a deep peaceful slumber
Harry woke, still blind, but with a smile on his face as he felt arms still embracing him. He snuggled closer, sighing with contentment. “I have to go” Draco whispered. Harry groaned at the coming loss. “Stay with me,” Harry pleaded, “Let me see you.”
“Next time, you will get to choose, but not now” Draco replied. Getting up slowly, he called his clothes to him and dressed. He bent down and kissed Harry with all he had, abruptly pulling away and just as Harry hear the crack of disapperation, his mask fell down, and his heart felt cold.
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