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Chapter 35- Mutual Assured Seduction

�� Harry
arched his neck, wondering why being bitten, of all things, turned him
on. But it seemed that it did, and he wouldn�t- he couldn�t- hold back the
groan that wrenched its way out of his belly.

�� He fell
down as Draco tugged at his robes, but then recovered himself and seized his
wand. He still remembered the charm he�d learned in the first days of Auror
training, when his teachers had pointed out that sometimes the best way to
capture a criminal was to embarrass and humiliate him, rather than trying to
duel him. A murmur, and a wave, and Draco�s clothes were off. Draco blinked,
looking disconcerted, but he also let go of Harry�s robes, which gave Harry the
ability to remove them himself. He did a much better job.

�� He sat back
up, wearing only his pants and feeling rather smug, to find Draco�s eyes fixed
on him.

�� And fuck,
that hungry spark was back, a look Harry wasn�t sure he�d seen since the night
of their dinner with Narcissa. Throat so dry that he licked his lips and wished
for water, he pulled his pants off, flinching a bit as they caught at his cock
and made it bob. That hurt when it happened too fast.

�� Finally.�
Draco�s voice was deep enough to make Harry�s muscles contract. Why do I
have to be attracted to his voice, of all things? You would think that what his
hands do to me would be enough.

�� Finally,
what?� Harry asked, looking down his body. He didn�t think he was harder than
he�d been last time they did this, and it was impossible for him to be
any more naked.

�� Finally, I
see you looking at me like you want it,� said Draco, and leaned forward to kiss
Harry again.

�� I like
that!� Harry hissed, indignant. �Didn�t I- � And then he lost the flow of his
words under Draco�s teeth and tongue.

�� He let
himself be pressed backward for the moment; the way Draco devoured his mouth,
and sank his fingers into Harry�s side, searching for sensitive spots, frankly
felt too good. Then Draco hit something that made him buck and cry out
into his mouth. Draco pulled back, blinking.

�� Ticklish?�
he asked.

�� Harry shook
his head. �No.� He jumped as Draco hit that place again. It seemed to be under
his ribs, low on his right side, which was certainly a fine place to be
ticklish, but the sensations that ran through him when Draco touched him there
were- distracting, nothing he wanted to stop. �Sensitive.�

�� Draco
pinched him there.

�� Harry
thrust his hips up and pressed his head back into the pillows, groaning. �Oh, God,
don�t stop,� he said.

�� Wild
horses couldn�t get me to stop now,� Draco muttered, starting to work his way
down Harry�s body. �Or my mother walking in to tell me that she�s staying the
next month in the Manor.�

�� Luckily,
that killed the mood enough for Harry to remember that Draco had done this to
him last time, reduced him to a puddle, and he thought it was more than
time to return the favor. He shifted, locked his legs around Draco�s waist,
gasped as their erections brushed together, nobly resisted distraction, and
threw him backwards. Draco blinked, as if trying to decide why he was seeing
the ceiling instead of Harry�s skin, then turned his head.

�� I didn�t
know you could do that,� he said.

�� Benefits
of dating an Auror,� Harry muttered, and unlocked his legs enough to roll
further down the blankets. He could feel lust and longing bubbling behind his
eyes, his skull, his jaw- everywhere on his face. Time to take advantage of it
before he lost it again to the inevitable fear of making a mistake.

�� He�d never
done this before, and doubt jumped up and down in his stomach as he eyed
Draco�s cock. But, God, could it really be that much harder than
bursting into a dark building when he knew a Death Eater waited in every
shadow, or, for that matter, facing down Madam Bones when she came to call him
back again?

�� He opened
his mouth, carefully wrapping his lips around his teeth, and licked up and down
Draco�s cock before he could think up an excuse not to.

�� Draco gave
a sound which would be best written down, Harry felt, as �Ungh-HA!� and
thrust his hips forward. Harry glared at him- that had felt as if it nearly
broke his jaw- and sucked him into his mouth to teach him. Of course, judging
by the expression that washed over Draco�s face at that, it didn�t seem likely
he was in pain.

�� Harry,
Harry, that feels so...� And he broke off into babbling noises that seemed to
be broken names and moans of feeling, his hips still thrusting. Harry pinned
them with his elbows, because he wanted to keep his hands free for the task of
stroking the free portion of Draco�s erection up and down.

�� This was
certainly more sensual than anything he usually did while sitting behind
a desk and writing on paperwork. Harry�s nose was full of a penetrating smell
that he might have said was incense if he smelled it in an innocent context,
just because of its strength, but didn�t think he could ever again associate
with anything but sex. Draco�s flesh slid up and down in his mouth, and refused
to behave like any food he�d ever eaten. Besides, the taste pooling on his
tongue was hardly food-like, either, just salty. Harry swallowed reflexively,
and Draco thrashed like a hooked fish.

�� Likes
that, does he? Harry swallowed again, and then, wondering if it was a good
idea, dipped one of his hands down to fondle Draco�s balls. Draco�s legs
sprawled wider, hitting the blankets on either side of Harry with a solid thump,
and his hips fought an inconclusive battle with Harry�s elbows.

�� That�s a
yes, then, Harry thought smugly, and went on sucking strongly. He didn�t
know exactly what would happen when Draco came; he suspected he would have to
struggle not to drown. But that would be worth the satisfaction of knowing he�d
dropped the same pleasure on Draco that Draco had on him last time they had
done this.

�� And then
Draco said, �Stop!� quite clearly, so there could be no mistaking it.

�� Harry felt
uneasy; had he had done something wrong? But he covered it with a glare as he
eased his mouth off Draco�s cock and licked at his sore and swollen gums. It
felt as though he�d been chewing hard sweets for an hour without being allowed
to swallow. �Shut up, Malfoy, you were enjoying that.�

�� I know,�
Draco said, and the fire in his eyes had leaped up to such heights that Harry
caught his breath. �But I want- I at least wanted to ask you if you�d
let me fuck you.�

�� And Harry
froze, and couldn�t think of a single thing to say.

*

�� Draco
frowned when he realized that Harry�s face was pale and his jaw poised
somewhere between open and clenched in panic. Well, he reminded himself,
you didn�t know that he�d say yes.

�� But he had
wanted to ask. God, he�d dreamed about having Harry suck him for so long, and
he was enjoying it, as Harry said, but with every new thing they achieved, it
seemed he wanted more. There had been a time when he thought he�d be content to
have Harry in his house for a month, after all, and another when he would have
said that getting a handjob from Harry was enough. But- not now. He�d live
easily enough with a refusal, but he wanted to ask.

�� So he
waited, eyes locked on Harry�s face, showing no sign of backing down or giving
in. Because he knew Harry wasn�t that afraid. Already the panic was melting,
and he eyed Draco�s cock with a new kind of speculation, as something that
would fit in his arse instead of his mouth. And if he�d been terrified, he�d
never have put his mouth there in the first place.

�� Finally,
Harry gave his face that same narrow-eyed glance. �You hurt me too badly, and
you�ll never do it again,� he warned.

�� He
couldn�t have found a more effective threat, Draco thought, smugness and
happiness exploding through him. He eased Harry backwards so that he stayed on
the pillows, and whispered into his ear, �You�ll be helpless with the
pleasure of it, Harry. Worse than the massage.�

�� Harry�s
hips gave that little buck again, and his cock was, by now, softly shiny with
pre-come. But he managed to raise an eyebrow, and speak without stuttering more
than a few times. �Well, get on with it then, Malfoy, oh master of good ideas,�
he said.

�� Draco
rolled over to reach for the bottle of oil in the table next to the bed, every
nerve in his body buzzing and filled with light. He would make this so good
for Harry that the next step would be Harry asking to fuck him, to see what it
felt like from the other side. And if that happened-

�� Well. Draco
might not know yet if he was fully in love with Harry or not, but he knew what
that kind of pleasure and intimacy could do to a Gryffindor. Having Harry and
letting him have Draco would go a long way towards winning Draco Harry�s heart.

�� Not, of
course, that Harry was fool enough to stay with someone he hated just because
the sex was good. He�d proven over the last eleven years exactly how little
effect physical pleasure had on him. But Draco intended all the tipping power
that good sex could give him to be on his side.

*

�� Harry was
nervous.

�� If Draco
sensed he was nervous, though, he might pause and hold back and treat Harry
like a delicate thing. And Harry didn�t want that. He was sick of thinking of
himself as crippled, emotionally or in life experience, but he was even sicker
of Draco thinking of him like that. So he spread his legs, eyed the bottle of
oil in Draco�s hand, and decided the best way around his nervousness was to
snipe.

�� Sure
that�ll be enough to ease the passage of your mighty cock?�

�� Who�s done
this before, and who hasn�t?� Draco retorted, drizzling a bit of the oil onto
his fingers. It was clear, or perhaps the color of sweat, and Harry could
barely see it gleaming. �Now, hush.� His finger eased down between
Harry�s legs and then gently past his balls.

�� Harry
blinked. He hadn�t spent a lot of time touching himself there, for obvious
reasons, but he wouldn�t have said it was so sensitive.

�� I�m
doomed to find practically every fucking thing arousing-

�� And then
Draco pressed inward, and, oil or not, that hurt, thanks.

�� Harry bent
down, yelping, and tried to get the finger out of him. �Ouch!� he
pointed out, when Draco stubbornly kept it there. �God, Malfoy, are you trying
to kill me?�

�� It�ll get
better,� Draco murmured, moving the finger in what was apparently a circle, not
that Harry�s aching arse cared. �The oil takes some time to work. It would help
if you could use your breath for something besides hyperventilating.�

�� What did I
tell you about hurting me?� Harry snapped, trying to relax. But, urgh, the
sensation in his arse felt so foreign. He couldn�t believe that some blokes
actually liked it. Perhaps he wasn�t gay after all. �That- �

�� Draco
pushed in a second finger. Perhaps he thought that Harry wouldn�t notice. But
Harry did, and he grimaced and hissed, throwing his head back. Draco�s fingers
continued pressing in, and Harry tried to tell himself this was like the annual
physical examination he had to undergo as an Auror. The Healer would probe and
poke and put his fingers where they weren�t wanted. Harry usually got through
it by staring at the windows and thinking about his latest case, because the
Healers never found anything wrong with him anyway.

�� Amazingly,
it did seem that he could relax further than he had known he would after a bit,
and the fingers slid inside more easily. But he was still uncomfortable and not
at all aroused. Any experience that could have him comparing it to the
interference of a Healer wasn�t a candidate for Harry�s top ten most arousing
experiences of all time.

�� What are
you doing, Malfoy, digging for gold?� he demanded, when Draco kept circling the
fingers around.

�� Draco
sighed. �There�s a place called your prostate, Harry,� he said. �Feels rather
good when you touch it. I was looking for that, but I�m having trouble finding
it. It might be easier with three fingers.� He paused a moment, to add more oil
to his hand, then slid another finger in before Harry could object.

�� On and on
the pressing and digging and circling went, and then Harry decided that perhaps
Draco had had a good idea after all, because the fingers caught on something
and he jolted and howled.

�� There we
are,� Draco said, face intolerably superior, and brushed it again. Harry hissed
and pushed himself onto the fingers, and if it hadn�t felt so good, he would
have been flushing in embarrassment instead of excitement. Draco kept his
fingers there for a few more moments, as if making sure that Harry understood
how good it could be, and then crouched and slid his cock into position. �Ready?�

�� Harry
nodded, and Draco lifted his legs up, draping them over his shoulders. Harry
tilted his head, but the angle was awkward to watch Draco�s cock ease into his
body.

�� It still
hurt more than three fingers, and this time Harry threw back his head because
of the snarl of pain forming on his lips. Draco bent down and kissed him,
though, distracting him a bit. His tongue was still as sensitive as ever, and
his lips. Harry became caught up enough in the kiss not to realize the moment
when Draco stopped moving forwards, and started to ease backwards. Then he had
to pay attention, because his legs had nearly slipped off Draco�s sweat-slicked
shoulders.

�� God,
Harry,� Draco gasped, �you feel so good.� And there was a brand new
spark in his eyes, one that caused Harry to feel smug in turn, because he
was the one who had put it there.

�� Well, fuck
me, then,� he panted out.

�� Draco gave
a half-growl and threw himself forward, sending Harry skidding across the
pillows until he almost hit the headboard. Harry felt a flash of pain from his
recently healed knee, but Draco hit his prostate on the next stroke, and then
squeezed his cock just after the next, and everything was fine again.

�� He found
that he really liked this, liked throwing his weight forwards as much as
he could to meet Draco, liked the feeling of someone pushing and striving and
shoving into him. It was like a fight, or a duel, and Harry felt the same
savage pleasure he sometimes felt then flowing under his skin. Usually, it
wasn�t an emotion he liked to encourage, because he didn�t hunt Dark wizards
for personal satisfaction; he hunted them because they were a danger to
society. Now, he had the feeling Draco wouldn�t mind.

�� That
intense smell hung in the air around them again, and Harry could feel the flex
and the snap of muscles he barely ever exercised, and had the feeling his arse
would be damn sore tomorrow. He didn�t care. He thrust back again, and
stared into Draco�s eyes, and thought about doing this to him, and the fact
that Draco was completely focused on him right now-

�� At the
last, he wasn�t sure whether that knowledge alone would have been enough to
send him into climax, without the hand on his cock and one final push to his
prostate, but it felt like it at the time. Spasms ran through his body like
echoes of their fucking, and Harry hissed out in triumph as he coated Draco�s
belly with white wetness.

�� Draco
stiffened just a moment later, and Harry almost regretted the loss of his deep
thrusts, though the sensation of wetness inside him was interesting, too. And
then Draco collapsed weakly backwards, and Harry fell on top of him, unable to
use his own muscles to hold himself up.

�� He lay
there, panting, for some minutes, but he recovered more quickly; he was
probably more used to intense activity than Draco was, though not this kind. He
picked up his wand and cast Cleaning Charms on them, then stretched his arms
out with a fierce yawn. He felt- quite fantastic, actually.

�� Then
Draco�s hand rose, and fisted in his hair, and pulled him down for a kiss hard
enough to make their teeth clack, and he whispered over and over again, strong
as dawn or daylight, �Wonderful, felt so good, God, wonderful, Harry...�
And so it went, while Harry did his best to make sure there was no blood
involved in the kiss. Draco didn�t seem to care.

�� The triumph
returned to Harry as he deepened the kiss. He felt really damn good, and
if this had been a contest, he was sure he�d won.

�� Or at least
held Draco to a draw.

�� Or maybe
we both won.

**************

�� Melodelic:
I can�t give you an exact answer on number of chapters, since I�m writing this
as I go along. I can say that it will be more than 50. Perhaps around 60?
Probably no sequel. As for the question about Chapter 34, you should know the
answer by now!

�� Heksy: Sure!
I�ll add you to the update list.

�� Valenti:
Yes, Draco will. I can�t write the traditional top/bottom dynamic to save my
life (as you might have noticed in this chapter), so they�ll take turns.
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