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Loyalties	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5764 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Author's Notes: Ah, apologies in advance for Draco's behavior. He is a naughty thing and I have no control over him, nor does Harry. XD Much thanks for the reviews! Two more chapters to go; just need to finish them up.
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There was a shirt resting by Harry's face once he awoke. He was fairly certain it was a shirt anyways, the material silky and black. And since he could tell that his chest and stomach were exposed as they pressed down on the ground, he was fairly certain it was from lack of said shirt.
He did not feel quite right, very dizzy and tired. Underneath his sore muscles and bruised flesh he felt content. Warm... complete... His beast was purring like a sated kitten full of milk.
Harry became aware of a heaviness to the air, as if people were yelling... no, laughing...
Trying to see what was going on, he moved his bleary gaze from the black shirt and to the right. The faces of his oblivious Gryffindor classmates greeted him, chuckling about something. Considering where their faces were in relation to Harry, they were likely laughing at him.
Harry wasn't certain exactly what Draco had done yet, but it seemed to involve him waking up face down and topless on the Gryffindor dining table.
It was breakfast time. Unable to wake him, his classmates had started eating around Harry's prone form, laughing as they grabbed from serving plates he was strategically placed between.
Harry gave a great groan and tried to pick himself off the table, only to freeze, lips parting wide as he squeaked. He immediately fell back down, covered his mouth with his hands to keep from making a louder, needier noise, and tried to figure out if he knew for certain what a butt plug was supposed to feel like.
Warm heat was nuzzled between his cheeks, stretching him wide. Maddeningly, the moment he had become aware of it his body had started clutching around the intrusion in attempts to free it. But each squeeze tortuously revealed the size and thickness of the object, and only seemed to spur the desire to tighten.
And each time he clenched he felt agonizing, aching pleasure.
“Watch the eggs, Harry,” Neville chided, trying to get a serving spoon full without Harry's elbow getting in the way. “I like your pants, by the way. Although, you never seemed like the leather type.”
Eyes squeezed shut, trying to will his quickly growing erection away, Harry didn't answer.
“Harry, you're awake!” Ron cheered, leaning in front of Harry's face, head resting on the table to make eye contact. “Your face is a mess. Do you have a hangover? I figured you had to be drunk to end up here... or to be chasing Malfoy, for that matter,” Ron added with a dark mutter.
Hermione had told Ron that since Draco was clearly not a Death Eater that Harry was more than allowed to spend time with the git. It had been a very displeasing conversation. “Here, let me help you up.” Ron offered, reaching across Harry's shoulders to lift his friend.
“No!” Harry gave a weak yelp, twisting from the helping hands only bringing back the very delicious sensation of something quite large and thick buried in his ass. He was going to kill Draco. Fucking kill him.
“My, uh... wand?' Harry inquired, voice still too high pitched, while Ron stared at him confused. After a moment Ron handed it over, having found it on Harry's back.
Harry quietly whispered a concealing charm on the front of his pants. It did nothing for the feel of his aching arousal, but it would stop everyone in the bloody Great Hall from seeing it, which was most important.
Harry again tried to push himself up, only to fall back down and bite his hand to keep from crying out as the butt plug moved inside him. Fucking Malfoy!
Glaring daggers, Harry turned his head and sought out where Draco usually sat. The sexy prat was in his normal seat, head resting on his hand while he leisurely watched Harry from across the room. Noticing Harry's glower, Draco raised his middle finger, and then licked up it slowly.
“Fucking ferret...” Harry muttered hotly, trying and failing to not to respond to the boy's pink tongue moving lewdly.
Slowly and deliberately, Harry rolled himself towards the edge of the table, regretting it the moment he was on his back and his ass was pressing against the wood and driving the plug in deeper. Palm firmly between his teeth, he shimmied down the edge and tried his best not to bend in any way.
“Harry, are you okay? Did you hurt your back or something?” Hermione looked genuinely concerned, taking in Harry's face covered in four horizontal slashes filled with dry blood, a very large dark bruise on his neck streaked with more dried blood, and smaller marks and bruises all over his flesh. She paused, eyes drawn back to Harry's throat. “Harry... did you and Malfoy...?”
“Don't say it Mione,” Ron broke in, face green. “As long as no one says it, I can pretend it didn't happen.”
Seamus laughed. “Oh, it happened. Look at his neck,” he pointed to Harry's bite. “Our lil Harry is officially claimed and likely shagged too.”
Harry ignored the three of them, his entire focus on the very thick item inserted in his ass as he tried not to sway on his feet. Draco was staring intently, eyes blazing in smug satisfaction. Harry also noticed that the boy's pale face was flush with desire.
“Sweet pants,” Seamus quipped, putting down his pumpkin juice to boldly run a hand across Harry's thigh. “Your boyfriend has good taste.”
Harry frowned down, noticing for the first time that he was in form fitting black leather pants and heavy dragon hide boots. He slapped away the hands of his classmates that suddenly thought it was okay to paw him, whirling on Dean when he pinched him cheekily.
Harry scowled, once again seeking Draco's face out of the crowd and pointing to the pants. Draco just wagged his eyebrows suggestively and then tilted his head towards the shirt still on the table.
Reaching as carefully as he could, because every movement Harry made was excruciating torment to his backside, he snagged the shirt and looked it over. The silky material was stretchy, and when Harry threw it on he found it clung to his muscles and chest like a second skin. Hardly appropriate for school... but certainly fun for a different occasion. Harry sent Draco a heated glare, and slowly tried to make his escape.
Each step was aching, panting hell, and Harry vowed he would hex the little bastard into next year. If he ever made it out of the Great Hall. Suddenly his classmates were surrounding him, and Harry sighed, realizing it was time for first period. There was no way in fuck he was going to Defense Against the Dark Arts like this.
“You all right there, Potter?” Draco was waiting at the Great Hall doors, easily ahead of Harry given the Gryffindor was taking small measured steps and biting his palm with each movement.
“I'm going... to fucking... kill you...” Harry grunted between steps, glaring down Draco's smirking face.
“You'll have to catch me first. And... I just don't see that happening.” Draco gave Harry a long, accessing stare, his hand twitching to touch the Gryffindor's tight ass in the buttery leather pants. Harry looked fucking sexy. “I have to know... is it a snug fit?”
Harry growled, well aware Draco was not talking about the clothes, only making Draco's smile wider when the Slytherin added, “Because I can adjust it, if its not.”
Harry narrowed on Draco's right hand, fingers casually twirling his wand. “Don't you fucking dare...”
“Harry. Come on, you're blocking the—!” Hermione back peddled before she could trip over Harry, who suddenly fell to his knees, head bowed, hand wedged between his teeth. Ron grabbed her shoulders to keep her from falling, glaring at Draco who had stalked forward.
Eyes squeezed shut, Harry tried to pull above the absolute agony as the thickness inside him grew, spreading his channel wider and lodging in deep. Fuck... he was so hard... He could barely sense the rest of the world around him, everything focused on the mind numbing, excruciating ache.
“Potter, have you explained to your friends what this means?” Draco drawled, slowly running his fingers over the mark on Harry's throat. Harry's neck and face were bright red, brows furrowed, mouth gasping around his hand. When he finally opened his eyes, craning back to see Draco, the green was dark with lust, all defiance gone.
Forgetting himself, Draco stared down into Harry's burning gaze, feeling light headed. He ran his fingers over the ragged slashes on Harry's face, touching tenderly. Harry's lids drooped, and the boy pressed into Draco's hand. Draco slowly extracted Harry's hand from the death grip of white teeth, noting that he had drawn blood.
“We know what it means, Malfoy,” Ron snapped. “Now take this shit somewhere else. I have no interest in seeing you two...” He trailed off, unwilling to put the thought into actual words.
Draco ignored him, pressing his fingertips to Harry's mouth, the wet heat opening and red tongue flicking out to taste his soft pads. “Potter... I will see you third period...” He breathed out shakily, feeling Harry nip his fingertips. “Do try to behave.”
Draco forced himself to step back, knowing if he didn't soon he would lose his will to make Harry suffer a little longer.
Harry bit his lip, shaking his head lightly to clear the haze from his mind. Draco had disappeared down the hall, shrinking the plug in Harry back to previous size before mixing into the crowd. The loss of the Slytherin was strange, taking a lot of the heat away and leaving Harry feeling lonely.
Harry's friends were staring down at him with a mixture of emotions, Seamus once again laughing raucously.
“Someone help me up, please? Uh, carefully...” Harry asked, reaching a hand out and letting Ron haul him up. He stood long moments, eyes closed while his body adjusted to the plug within.
“We're going to be late,” Hermione reminded, eying Harry suspiciously. “Do you want us to drop you off at Madame Pomfrey's? She can fix your back up in a jiff.”
Harry shook his head, moving gingerly. “I'll go alone. I'll meet you all in class.” Waiting for his friends to go ahead, Harry slowly made his way to the nearest loo so he could deal with his problem in peace.
*****
Of course, the sodding butt plug would not come out. Harry had struggled with the blasted thing for fifteen minutes before giving in to a rough wank and bearable compromise. He had found a way to shrink it down to a near thin one inch diameter even though he could not remove it. Harry prayed Draco had not used the same sticking charm that was currently holding the Slytherin sixth and seventh years to the castle walls.
Even small, the plug was a distracting nuisance. But at least now Harry could sit and bend without pain and becoming achingly hard with a need to loudly vocalize it.
The next two classes went by in a hot blur, Harry sitting at his desk trying to ignore the occasional ache and clenching of his ass. Worst was the fact that everyone was looking at him.
Not just because of the outrageous clothes Draco had dressed him in, or even the cuts and bruises. Rumor had gotten out about just who had put the bite on his neck and everyone was whispering about it. And naturally, Harry's dormmates had no problem gossiping with the curious Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws as if Harry wasn't sitting right in front of them.
“Oh, you should have seen Malfoy. The little beast had Harry up against the wall... Actually, that was by the Great Hall, too. With Harry on his knees today and on the wall yesterday, maybe they have a thing for food...” Seamus pondered to his Ravenclaw cohorts who were giving Harry lusty looks as their second period class let out.
Harry tried to ignore them, instead remembering that he hadn't eaten breakfast because of how he had woken up. And then he had been so hard, the idea of adding food to the mix had been a stomach ache waiting to happen.
He stood up gingerly, deciding a quick snack was in order before third period and Care of Magical Creatures with Draco and that damned wand of his.
Harry was foot in the kitchens when he growled and turned around abruptly. He had a stopper firmly plugged to the ass end of his digestion system. Adding food to said system would not end well. Fucking Malfoy.
First stomping and then quickly realizing his mistake, Harry made his way down to the edge of the Forbidden Forest where his next class was.
*****
Draco had waited until everyone was paired off and hunting for pixes through the forest before he made his next move. He had noticed Harry had seemed just a little too comfortable with his new addition and Draco's suspicions were raised when Harry caught sight of him through the trees and easily began taking large, angry steps to try and catch him.
Waving his wand, Draco smirked as Harry froze, groaned and then lurched to his hands and knees in the dirt.
“Fuck... oh fuck... kill you...” Harry whimpered, chest heaving for air as he tried to adjust to the growing thickness deep within him. He had thought by now he would have gotten used to it, but his body clearly disagreed, clenching and tightening around the overwhelming length.
“That's what you get for cheating. You should have asked if you wanted it smaller,” Draco said, not unkindly as he sauntered up to Harry's panting form. “Potter... have I mentioned how fucking hot you look? I didn't want to embarrass you in front of your friends, or I would have said it earlier.” He ran his palm over the back of Harry's ass and the leather stretched there.
Harry gave a chocked laugh. “Embarrass?” Harry was crawling around with a butt plug and raging hard on, but heaven help if Draco complimented him.
Getting his point but not caring, Draco bent down and grabbed Harry's hair, pulling the boy's face up. “I'll give you an option. You can spend the rest of your day with that very pretty new accessory, or...” Draco paused, running his thumb slowly over Harry's lips and spreading saliva there. “Or... you can try and convince me otherwise... I remember you being quite good.”
Harry gave a low moan at the proposition, tongue flicking out and tasting Draco's skin.
“Well?” Draco pressed when Harry made no move except to gently nip Draco's thumb between hard teeth.
“...Okay.” Harry pushed himself off his arms, kneeling back with brows furrowed as his ass clenched from the change. Opening his eyes, he looked up at Draco hungrily. Draco tried not to melt in the gaze, something in Harry's expression making his heart trip with more than just lust.
Refusing to think of it, Draco tightened his grip in Harry's thick hair, rubbing his bulge against the boy's cheek.
Harry closed his eyes, breathing Draco's scent and feeling the rough fabric against his face. He slid his hands up the outside of Draco's thighs, fanning fingers over his hips and then seeking out the boy's fly. He pulled Draco's pants aside slowly, watching his long erection spring forth, straining forward from knowing Harry had been aching and full since waking that day.
Harry kissed slowly, lips parted and yielding to Draco's hot length. He tentatively ran his tongue up the side, taking his time and thoroughly tasting Draco.
Harry had rushed that night when Draco had been chained. He had been holding himself back, trying not to take too much from the Slytherin since Draco had not known who he was. Now Harry could savor the boy who had readily claimed him. Now he could show Draco what it would be like to be Harry's... if the stubborn git would only submit to it.
“Oh... oh...” Draco watched, jaw slack and eyes wide, as Harry's mouth made love to his cock. His grip loosened on Harry's hair, letting his fingers feel the soft fringe tickle while Harry slowly kissed and licked.
Harry ran saliva coated lips over Draco's length, making his way up to the sensitive tip and probing his tongue for the sharp tang of precum at the very top. Slowly he opened his mouth wider to Draco's thickness, lips yielding and tight around the head, and then pulling back off, leaving wet trails of fluid.
Draco's knees felt weak, and he leaned forward, resting his hands on Harry's shoulders. Harry gripped his hips steadily, keeping Draco from falling as he opened up to the boy's long cock again, taking more in before pulling away.
“Oh... Harry, please...” Draco said breathlessly, lids slit open, head bowing down. Harry looked up at him, eyes dark and lips flushed, chin dripping with saliva. He opened his mouth wide again, sliding lips over the side of Draco's length and pressing his flat tongue in rough swipes, pulling soft, desperate sounds from Draco.
And then Harry was swallowing him down, Draco plunging deep into his hot throat.
“Fuck... what are you doing to me?” Draco muttered hoarsely, hands finding Harry's head again and tangling his fingers in the silky strands. Harry answered by bobbing in long, drawn out movements, lips clenched snug and wet.
Draco shuddered when Harry looked up again, his heart tightening from some raw nameless emotion. He came with a low cry, hips held still in a steel grip as he shot deep into Harry's mouth. Harry held him there long moments, tasting cum and cock while Draco panted and gasped.
Pulling away reluctantly, Harry licked his lips and gently tucked Draco back in. He zipped Draco up and buttoned him tight, then grinned up at Draco's dazed expression.
Draco was looking down at him still, eyes glazed as he trailed fingers over the healing cuts on Harry's face. Harry's smile faded and he swallowed heavily. He very much wanted to take Draco and show him the other ways it meant to belong to Harry.
Instead Harry nipped at Draco's finger tips, his eyebrows raised inquiringly. “Come on, prat. You promised.”
Draco nodded slowly, Harry's voice raspy and delicious. He pulled his wand from his back pocket and twirled it idly. Something about Harry was making him crazy... Made him want to do terrible sweet things... It was an unsettling feeling, and Draco thought maybe he wouldn't let Harry blow him again if the Gryffindor was going to insist on being so romantic about it.
“Potter... push your pants down,” Draco finally said, focusing on Harry instead of the concerning thoughts in his head.
Harry did as he was told, unzipping the leather pants and pushing them and his briefs down to his thighs, the material resisting and catching on his damp flesh. He was hard, his cock red and in need, something Harry planned on dealing with once the damn butt plug was finally removed.
Draco pushed him forward until Harry was on hands and knees, and then traced his wand down Harry's lower back.
Harry shivered from the sensation, Draco moving until his wand was centimeters from Harry's stretched entrance. And then Harry sensed it, the wicked smirk Draco was sending his way, right before the plug expanded.
Groaning, Harry braced himself, thighs spreading involuntarily, hips rocking forward. “Malfoy... you ass...” He grunted, Draco smacking him lightly on his tight backside.
“Don't worry... you'll like this,” Draco promised, tapping the plug in Harry's entrance. The thick length began to move in and out of Harry in slow thrusts. Draco took a step back so he could watch as Harry thrashed.
Harry fell to his elbows, head resting on the ground, long desperate moans being pulled from his lips as he was fucked slowly and deeply. Draco knelt before him, pulling his head up to watch the delicious agony twist on Harry's features.
“Oh, you like that, do you?” Draco murmured, kissing Harry's cheek as the boy gasped and shuddered. “How do you like it, Potter? Hard... fast... deep? Tell me what you like.”
Harry moaned, far too overcome to speak. Draco wasn't daunted, licking a tear from Harry's face as the boy became unhinged. “I think... you're a bit of a romantic. I think you like things slow... and big...” Draco tapped his wand again, adding another half an inch to the thickness taking Harry slowly.
Harry cried out, sobbing from the consuming, overwhelming ache of being so full. Draco held his head and shoulders, supporting Harry's weight as Harry's hips bucked in rhythm to the movements taking him.
“Fuck, Harry... my gods...” Draco stared at him, eyes wide as Harry took it all in and quaked. The boy was so fucking beautiful... so fucking raw and honest and beautiful... Draco wanted him so badly. Needed him. If only Harry would stop being so stubborn and just claim him already. Instead of insisting Draco admit to the feelings welling in him unbearably.
Draco surged forward and kissed Harry's gasping mouth, unable to watch any more. Harry's kisses were uncoordinated and sloppy, the boy's body exhausted and trembling from the plug plunging inside him. Draco didn't care, moving his tongue over Harry's jaw, and down his neck to the mark blazing on his throat.
“That's it, Harry. Take it all in... you can do it...” Draco added another inch to the length, feeling Harry shudder when he felt it shift and hit deeper. “That's it...”
“...Can't... uhn...” Harry's arms gave way, and he fell forward across Draco's lap, face gasping in the dirt and the grass as the plug began to increase in speed. “Dra...co...”
Draco bit his lips, hand reaching out to gently touch the flesh stretched wide between Harry's tensed cheeks. The plug had small ridges, forcing the flesh to contract and stretch repeatedly as it plunged in and out of Harry. Draco slid his hand behind the aching hole, finding Harry's balls and squeezing lightly.
“Do you want more, Harry?” Draco turned to where Harry's face rested, dirt smearing the boy's face and lips. “Tell me what you want.”
Harry moaned, rubbing his forehead against the grass in absolute agony. His chest, neck and face were flushed deep red and his chest was heaving wildly. “...please...” Harry chocked out, and then bit his palm until it bled.
Licking his lips slowly, Draco reached beneath Harry's rocking hips and sought out his thick leaking arousal. Harry howled at the first touch and Draco smirked, tightening his fingers around the straining cock. He pushed his palm to the tip, giving Harry something to thrust into while the boy bucked against the thickness fucking him.
Draco watched Harry's face, seeing the moment an instant before and at the same time feeling it against his fingers as Harry finally gave in and came. Draco stilled and shrunk the plug immediately, knowing the agony it could cause if left in after orgasm, and let Harry moan into the dirt, seed spurting into Draco's hand.
“My gods... you are so...” Draco trailed off, unwilling to voice just what he thought of Harry just yet. He carefully removed the plug from Harry's ass and spelled it clean and tucked it away. Harry was groaning softly, head still lolling mindlessly. Pulling Harry's pants up, Draco gently moved his legs from beneath Harry's hips and rolled the boy over.
Fuck, but he was beautiful. Even with the dirt, saliva and sweat. Draco kissed Harry deeply, tangling into his sweaty locks and tugging until Harry responded. Then he pulled back, wiping some of the dirt off of Harry's face as green eyes blinked up at him. “Next time you find me tied up and nude, and I tell you to fuck me... you better fucking fuck me. Got it, Potter?”
Harry nodded after a long moment, lips twitching. Staring thoughtfully, Draco stood up, running a hand through his hair. With a backwards glance to Harry, Draco walked away with hands in his pockets, not bothering to say goodbye.
*****
Draco skipped the rest of his classes that day, feeling depressed and confused. He hid himself away in the Slytherin seventh year dorm, all his other dormmates currently indisposed of around the castle ceilings and leaving him to the room alone. Draco used the extra space to brood.
Finding, fucking and claiming the boy that had caught him while blindfolded had seemed like an extremely good idea at the time. Draco's beast had been very insistent upon just how good an idea it was. But the boy had turned out to be Harry. And Draco had problems with Harry...
Two years ago, moments before his beast had woken up, Draco had realized he wanted Harry. And he had attempted to beat the boy's skull in because of it.
Slytherin had lost to Ravenclaw, and Harry had been laughing to the Ravenclaw seeker like an ass. Then Harry had glanced at Draco, green eyes bright with hidden thoughts, and Draco's heart had flipped. The bastard had been breathtakingly beautiful.
When Harry commented on how Draco probably would have caught the snitch if not for the elbow to his face, Draco had snapped and tried to throttle him.
Draco's beast had woken up in that moment, Draco staring down as Harry blinked up in surprise to find himself pinned by the furious Slytherin. And then Harry had licked his lips, and Draco saw the dark shift in the green eyes, the low demanding call to come to him and stay forever.
Startled and confused, not only by the new vicious presence in his head, but of also finding one in Harry, Draco had rolled off, stood, and got the fuck out of there. He had spent weeks thinking and learning how to deal with the beast within, and small, quiet moments rare and far between wondering about the one in Harry.
Draco had done a very good job in forgetting what he had felt for Harry, repressing until he didn't have to worry about falling for the fucking Golden Boy. And if Draco indulged in some harmless staring, maybe even flirting during Potions class, it was hardly a damning offense. Potter never seemed to notice, never seemed to have a beast to respond back. But as much as Draco had run from his feelings, his own damn beast had been determined to win.
Biting Harry had been wrong. It had been a mistake, one that Draco could not take back. Because now when Harry looked at him, Draco couldn't help but respond. He couldn't hide from Harry anymore. He couldn't hide from himself anymore. It was terrible.
*****
Draco awoke deep in the night to find Harry standing over him in the dim torchlight. Draco had not bothered to shut his bed curtains, allowing Harry an unobstructed view of him topless in pajama bottoms where Draco had fallen asleep while reading. Dully, Draco wondered what time it was. That was, until Harry shifted and pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the ground.
Green eyes regarding him heatedly, Harry kicked off the boots Draco had lent him, and then removed his pants and underwear. Draco pushed up to his elbows, watching the boy strip. Still not speaking, Harry crawled down the mattress, hands bracing on either side of Draco's prone form. Reading him for long moments, Harry dipped his head and kissed Draco gently.
Eyes fluttering shut, Draco pressed back, opening to the touch of Harry's tongue. Harry pushed him back onto his pillow, kissing deeply, slowly, until Draco felt heavy and out of breath.
Harry ran rough hands down Draco's sides, running underneath his pajamas and rubbing softly over his ass and thighs. When Harry tugged at his waistband Draco lifted his hips, allowing Harry to move down his body and take his pants off.
Harry knelt, staring down at Draco as the pale boy softly panted. He ran fingertips over Draco's flat stomach, and then bent, dragging his tongue down to the dip, and plunging into his bellybutton. Draco squirmed, moaning softly.
Harry's hands were moving to the back of him, fingers gently probing his entrance. Draco raised a knee, turning his hips to the side to give better access as Harry began to stretch him. Unhurriedly, Harry twisted fingers into the boy's hot hole, nipping at Draco's stomach and chest while he did.
Harry ran his palm up and down the thigh Draco had raised, eventually pressing and urging the boy over onto his stomach. Draco settled carefully, erection pressed hard into the yielding mattress as Harry breathed hot breath over the dip in his lower back and down to his pert behind.
Draco gasped, Harry's tongue roughly licking down the crack of his ass, teasing into the recess and moving towards his entrance. Draco bit his wrist, trying to stop the low keening wail when Harry finally made it to his prize and languidly probed his entrance.
Harry steadied Draco's hips as the boy spasmed. He pressed his tongue into Draco's tightness, tasting his mate, recognizing and meeting him all at once. He soothed fingers into Draco's hips while laving down to Draco's balls and then back up to delve and taste again. He stayed their long minutes, feeling Draco clench and shake with each touch and driving thrust.
Sighing, Harry released Draco and pushed himself up. Slowly he lowered his weight on top of Draco's lithe form, nuzzling into his neck and licking. Harry frowned, becoming aware of wetness on his cheek where he was kissing Draco's jaw. The beautiful grey eyes were full of tears, few spilling free as Draco gasped in need.
Harry kissed Draco again, burning and passionate. Pulling away, Harry shifted his hips, guiding his cock to Draco's entrance and slowly sinking in. Draco opened to him readily, more tears spilling free as his eyes squeezed shut from the feel of being filled by Harry.
They rocked slowly together, Harry moving slickly through Draco's passage in long gentle thrusts. Harry's weight crushed down on him, the sheets caressing Draco's skin. Draco moaned lowly, mouth wide in delicious agony as Harry took him slowly and completely.
Lips resting on Draco's turned cheek, Harry finally spoke, his voice a low murmur of desire. “Are you ready to tell me, Draco?”
Tongue flicking thoughtfully, Draco slowly shook his head. “...Not yet.”
Harry smiled against the boy's skin, knowing he was winning Draco. Harry had waitied three years. He could wait a little longer.
Grabbing one of the pillows scattered at the head of the bed, Harry lifted Draco's hips and settled it beneath them. Draco spread his thighs, knees pressing into the bed as he pushed back into Harry's heavy thrusts.
Harry ran his hands over Draco's sweat soaked skin, palms pressing firmly everywhere he reached as he slowly and sensually pumped into Draco's clenching body. Draco's cries were getting louder, more insistent, but Harry would not increase his speed from the languid burning pace. He wanted Draco to remember how it felt, know what it would be like if he only gave in that last bit.
Hands fisting the sheets above him, Draco stretched his body, pushing back against Harry's thighs, trying to bury the boy deep and keep him there while Harry tried to pull out. Harry pressed forward into the gripping heat, Draco taking the weight as he pushed back, his orgasm nearing.
Hanging at the edge, back arched, thighs and ass clenched unbelievably tight, Draco felt Harry come, jetting into him as his hips bucked. Crying out, Draco's orgasm tore through him, stealing his breath as his cum spilled onto his pillow.
Harry fell against him, sweaty and sated, and still embedded deep in Draco, settled and closed his eyes. Draco didn't complain, the heat and feel of Harry's flesh very welcome as he gasped for breath.
He wanted Harry to bite him. Wanted the boy to claim him properly. And in that moment, that idea wasn't so bad to Draco.
Maybe tomorrow... maybe.
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