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Strong Hands	By : ZooArmy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6144 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warning: Slash! If you don’t know
what it means, stay away from this chapter. Savvy?

A/N: Sorry, I haven’t been so quick
with this update like the last times. Have been quite busy.

I wanted to THANK everyone who had reviewed the last chapter and especially
those who told me that my English was/is okay. I really, really appreciated it.
Nevertheless, someone helped me and looked over the chapters. I’ll repost them
as soon as I’ve looked them through.

To cravedom:
if it’s a… I’ll call it ‘medical massage’, then Yes it
is quite painful. At least if you’re quite tense.

BETA: arealdeal
(thanks again for your help and your suggestions. Hopefully they aren’t wasted
on me.)

Here comes the promised M/M. Hope you’ll like it.

Strong Hands

xxxx CHAPTER
V xxxx

‘This is your table now’

“That’s
what I get for my naivety. I don’t deserve anything better, do I?” Draco said
shaking his head with a faint, sad smile on his face. That reaction hit Harry hard and he only
stared at the blond with raised eyebrows.

“I hope you enjoyed your joke immensely, because it worked. I really thought there was someone who would
like me somehow. Well, go and tell all your friends what you accomplished, that
you made a total fool out of Draco fucking Malfoy.” He spun around and grabbed
his clothes that still lay where he had left them, on the stool next to the
towels.

“Oh Draco, no, no, oh God no! I never intended to make
fun of you,” Harry pleaded in a fit of despair, wrapping his arms around Draco,
not caring that the blond tensed immediately. “I really didn’t know that you
were you, in the beginning, but when I found out who you really were, I
couldn’t tell you that it was me writing the letters. I wanted you to get to
know the real me and I knew that you wouldn’t write to me anymore if you knew
that James and I were the same person. Actually, I never lied in the true sense
of the word because I am James, you know as in Harry James Potter…”

Draco yanked the arms away from his stomach and spun around so quickly that the
towel fanned out revealing more than he wanted. “How dare you touch me like th… What?” He asked confused when
Harry’s rambling sunk in. The tall brunette sighed heavily and slumped down on
the edge of the bathtub.

“I had no idea it was you, until you signed your letter with your name. I mean,
how many Draco’s do you know?” Draco smirked at that question and made an
arrogant noise in the back of his throat.

“Exactly,” Harry went on. “and if you’re honest with
yourself you know that you would have stopped writing me, if I’ve told you that
James was just my middle name.” Draco pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes,
but in the end nodded; Potter was right after all.

“I decided to use my middle name for my job and always glamour myself when working
with a client. I think people would have beaten a path to my door, just to brag
that they got a massage from their beloved Golden Boy.” Harry sneered nastily
when mentioning that name and Draco didn’t need to strain himself to hear the
disgust in his voice.

“I… I kind of started to like you a while ago…” Harry’s face rivalled a
beetroot and Draco mentally screamed ‘adorable, adorable, adorable’
over and over again. “and, then we were writing and it
sounded like you started to like me as well and I… I didn’t have the heart to
end it. Your letters were the bright spot in my day”

A small sob escaped Harry and Draco frowned slightly having been caught a bit
off guard with Potter’s confession. With every fibre of his being, he had
believed that Boy-wonder was making fun of him and enjoyed it immensely. Why was Potter all of a sudden the one who was upset, Draco was
the wronged one here, right?

“Are you okay?” He asked hesitantly and there was no trace of anger in his
voice anymore. He forgot for a moment that he was only clad in a towel and
squatted in front of Harry Potter to look up into watery, green eyes.

“Yes, yes, sorry that I’m such a bother, now. It’s just that this was
Hermione’s plan, after I told her about… eurm, the
situation that I found myself in. Of course, everything goes wrong and now that
you know who I really am, you’ll leave and I won’t see you ever again and
you’ll hate me even more and I think I can’t… I can’t…”

“Sshh.” Draco tried to
soothe him and ghosted his hand gently over Harry’s left cheek. Brilliant!... he was the one who had been fucked over and now he
needed to comfort his tormenter. Wasn’t that a bit too weird to be true? Harry
looked at him with a tiny, cute smile and he didn’t know if he had leaned up or
Harry down, but suddenly he felt the other’s lips on his again. There was no
way to compare this kiss with their first one, as it was on the opposite site
of the spectrum.

While the other kiss had been passionate, raw and full of lust, this one was
tender, hesitant and almost chaste. Draco was about to turn into a puddle of
goo and pull the former Gryffindor with him onto the floor, but Harry had
different ideas.

The brunette broke the kiss with an off-key squeak and jumped up, almost
knocking Draco on his behind, who saved himself by
grabbing hold of Harry’s jeans. “Shit, I’m sorry. I know you don’t want this.
Sorry, sorry, so sorry.” Harry babbled frantically and didn’t notice that Draco
used his clothes to pull himself into a standing position. His lips were again
on Harry’s, before he could start his babbling again.

“Draco?” Harry asked between kisses, too confused to respond the kiss. “Whadda you doing?”

“Kissing you?” Mumbled the blond; stating the obvious, while kissing the
corner of Harry’s mouth. He was once again pushed away, but this time Harry had
used his hands and they remained on his upper-arms.

“I thought you hated me.”

“You said you didn’t know it was me.” Draco reasoned as if that was the answer
to anything.

“And you believe me?” The brunette asked surprised and allowed Draco to remove
his hands from the other’s arms.

“Shouldn’t I?” Malfoy asked, drawing closer to Harry without hesitation. Hadn’t
Pansy said that he needed to finally find someone? Hadn’t he said himself that
he was sexually imbalanced? And now that he knew that James and Potter were one
and the same person and he didn’t need to angst about liking James and being
attracted to Potter. Maybe this truly was a blessing in disguise?

OK, damn the torpedos, full speed ahead, surely he
hadn’t lost his charm, and he knew that he still had his looks, this was Potter
for God’s sakes, how picky could he be?”

Draco wrapped his arms over Harry’s shoulders and sunk his hands into the long,
dark curls that that felt twice as soft as they looked. He drew even closer and
smirked with delight when Harry’s breath hitched once he began to kiss and lick
the brunette’s neck. “Do you want me, Harry?”

“I… I… Dra-aa-co.” Harry moaned when Draco’s teeth sunk into the tender skin
above his collarbone. So what if he had jumped Golden Boy,
hadn’t Potter done the same thing earlier? Why shouldn’t he be allowed a bit
fun for once?

“Harry?” Draco queried between licks, to soothe the bitten spot, and wondered
how long it would take until Harry would relax a little. The young man stood
like a statue in his embrace and held his hands a good thirty centimetres from
the blond’s hips. He leaned his head back and looked
up at the brunette. Harry didn’t wear those round,
old, sellotaped glasses anymore and something clicked
inside Draco’s head. Green eyes fit perfectly into the image of James he had
created in his mind and a spark shot through the blond. Harry Potter looked
almost exactly like the dream man he had created with James’… eh, Harry’s
descriptions.

With a small smile gracing his lips he nudged his nose against Harry’s chin and
smiled even more when Golden Boy looked at him with confused, green eyes. “Hey, someone in there?” He teased lightly and squeaked
rather unmanly when two strong arms wrapped around his waist and the missing
hands landed on his towel clad cheeks.

Draco looked back up at Harry and saw the determination back in his eyes that
had vanished when he experienced his little break down. “Don’t do this if you
don’t mean it!” Harry pleaded, sounding very serious. The blond leaned up and
brought his lips close to Harry’s, who couldn’t bear it and pressed their lips
together. Draco chuckled at the cute quirk and rubbed his fingertips over
Harry’s scalp.

“Do you want me, Harry?” He asked again and felt slightly superior when Harry
whimpered needily. Draco saw the small nod that
probably was Harry’s answer, but it wasn’t enough. He wanted to hear it, hear
what Harry wanted, how much he wanted it. “Tell me.” He whispered and ground
his pubic bone against the brunette’s pelvis, only once, but it was enough to
show Harry that, indeed, he wanted this and it caused all control to snap in
Harry’s head.

The masseur tightened his grip almost painfully around Draco’s waist, but he wasn’t
complaining. Sharp teeth tortured the soft skin of his neck and he felt the
pain heightening his excitement and his erection twitched in anticipation. “So
much… so much… want you so much.” Harry repeated and Draco’s heart palpitated
at the obvious honesty and arousal in Potter’s voice.

“Then take me how you want.”

Who, in their right state of mind, would deny such an offer? Harry growled low
to release some of the pent-up tension and loosened one arm around Draco’s
waist to yank the bathroom door open. His secretary Simone was long since gone
and he didn’t need to bother about her walking in on them or hearing them.

He dragged Draco out of the bathroom like a man with a mission, but he didn’t
care. He wanted Draco – Now, and he wanted him badly. “Where?”
The blond asked while they kissed sloppily, and shoved his hands under Harry’s
shirt to feel more of him, to memorise every small curve and dent of his
stomach and chest.

“Table.” Harry mumbled in return, shoving the smaller
blond against the massage table when they finally reached it.

“Kinky.” Draco chuckled and yanked at Harry’s shirt to show him that he needed
to take it off. The brunette obliged quickly, but Malfoy didn’t get much time
to admire the expand of naked skin when Harry took
hold of his hips again and spun him around to bend him over the table. One big
hand twisted in his blond strands making Draco moan lewdly. The second hand
grasped at his towel and wrenched it off his hips. He seriously wondered how it
had remained in place so long anyway. Only the hand in his hair remained and
prevented him from turning his head to look over his shoulder. He arched his
back to look more enticing and waited with bated breath and prayed that Harry
was pleased with the sight.

Warm oil dribbled on his lower back and Draco groaned at the unexpected yet
brilliant feeling of the slick, warm substance running over his back and down
to his bum where it seeped between his cheeks. Harry’s fingers ran with some
pressure through the warm oil and the other hand disappeared out of his hair.
He pitied the loss only for a moment, until Harry’s fingers buried between his
bum-cheeks and the first finger slipped quickly into his hole.

If he self wouldn’t have been so aroused and needy, Draco would have chuckled
when he felt Harry slowly humping against his leg. He seized the opposite edge
of the table firmly with both hands and pushed against the intrusion that held
silent promises for more to come. The blond felt the heat of Harry’s body, when
Golden Boy leaned over him and brought his mouth close to his ear.

“Moan my name.” Draco thought he would faint when he heard the hissed demand
and felt at the same time something brush against his arse when the brunette
opened his leather belt. He heard the sound of the zipper and shuddered in
anticipation.

“Ha-Harry, Harry, please.” He looked over his
shoulder, blond strands falling into his face, his cheeks red, his breath
erratic, and his eyes locked with the green ones of Harry. Time seemed to stand
still for a moment, as did Harry’s fingers. Draco saw misery in Harry’s eyes,
he hadn’t seen earlier and he felt his heart sink. If Potter didn’t want him it
meant James didn’t want him and he couldn’t bear that thought. He had been
pining for James ever since he knew him, even though he had denied it in the
beginning to avoid any pain. But he knew he needed someone, not just for a
one-off and Potter had somehow seemed… right, like a complementary antipole.

“Draco, I… I can’t. God, I can’t.” The brunette whispered heavily and Draco
hoped his lower lip wasn’t trembling. The fingers, that had been preparing him,
vanished and he subconsciously heard the rustling of fabric and the clinking of
metal. Two strong hands grabbed his hips roughly and his arse was pulled
against Harry’s straining erection. Hm, maybe he had
misread the signals… He bit his lower lip and looked once again over his
shoulder.

“God, Draco, don’t look at me like that. I’m sorry, I don’t want to hurt you,
but I can’t wait any longer.” The blond groaned in response, but it was the
first sound in minutes that wasn’t made out of pleasure.

“Jesus sodding Christ.
Potter, I’m not made of glass. If you don’t hurry…” The tip pressed against his
ring and Draco felt the first ripples of pleasure mix with pain. He bucked his
hips and forced Harry’s flesh further inside himself. The brunette groaned his
name in utter adoration and kept his hips painfully still when he was
completely sheathed inside of Draco.

Even though he had egged Harry on to hurry, it had been quite a while since his
last sexual escapade and he was grateful that the ex-Gryffindor gave him some
time to accustom to the impressive intrusion. At least it felt impressive. He
slowly gyrated his hips and clenched and unclenched
the concerned muscles.

Harry groaned at the squeezing feeling and began to gently rock against Draco,
pulling his shaft slightly out and pushing back inside in the motion. "You
feel so good." He mumbled and leaned over the slightly smaller man to kiss
and lick a quite sensitive spot at his nape.

"Don't stop." Draco whispered and dropped his head on his chest and
shuddered when Harry pulled the skin with his teeth. He ground his bum into his
lover's lap and hoped he would understand the silent plea. The brunette's hands
tightened on his hips and a smug smile appeared on Draco's lips when he felt
the shaft slide far out of him up to the head. Just to keep calm and not cum at
the simple thought of having Harry's prick up his behind, he counted the
seconds until Harry slammed back into him and made him cry out… 3… 4… 5…

A steady rhythm that wasn’t too fast or hectic evolved from that first thrust
and made both young men break out in a sweat. Draco hissed a string of curses
and begged Harry to keep that angle when he had found his prostate and a jolt
of pleasure had run through his body. Harry obeyed willingly and kept the angle
to successfully strike the small nub with every new thrust.

Harry's hands were still holding firmly on to his hips while he pushed him
again and again against the massage table. He wanted to touch himself or get
touched by Harry, but needed both hands to keep a tight grip on the table for
leverage. "Touch me, Harry. Touch me." Draco pleaded longingly and
tried at the same time to balance his weight on one arm to touch himself.

He heard a displeased grunt coming from Harry that probably should have
signalled his disagreement and all of a sudden his hands were pinned to the
table. Harry had let go of his hips in order to keep Draco’s hands where he
wanted them. The blond felt the strong body pressed against his sweaty back and
moaned throatily when he felt Harry’s hot breath against his neck and ear. “You
won’t touch yourself.” He demanded breathlessly and Draco wondered for a short
moment when he had gotten so cocky, that is until his prostate was once more
grazed.

"Please." Draco whispered and couldn't care less that he was turned
into a whiny mess. Having sex for the first time since a long while did that to
you – he was too overwhelmed by everything and couldn't control his emotions
well. He heard his lover chuckle right into his ear and he snapped his hips
harshly back to avenge it. Harry growled, but obeyed and wrapped Draco's
erection in one large hand, while the other still held both pale, slender hands
firmly pressed to the table surface.

"I wanted you so much... so much." Harry whispered breathlessly into
Draco's left ear and synchronised his thrusts with the moves of his hand. He
pushed inside and his hand, on Draco's swollen shaft, went down to the root -
with every pull his hand stroked upwards to the head. Goose bumps sprinkled
Draco's skin when he felt Harry's hot breath puffing against his neck and he
shuddered.

"Harry." The blond moaned and felt the called one's teeth sink into
his skin what wasn't quite helpful in that moment. "I'm close...
close."

"Every time I saw you in the ministry."
Harry went on, trying to distract himself a bit from the way Draco had moaned
his name. He slowed his thrusts and rode them fully out. His lover moaned his
name again and he felt Draco's penis throb in his hand - he definitely was
close. "Every time I got a letter from you. God,
when you sent me your description of yourself I wanked
myself almost raw." Harry moaned in memory of this and knew that Draco had
reached the point of 'no return' when
he groaned throatily and the muscles around his erection tightened even more.

He felt something warm running along the back of his hand and the knowledge
that it was Draco's ejaculate was enough and followed Draco immediately.

The blond lay with his chest on the massage table and winced when Harry's penis
slipped out of him. He had hoped they would stay close for a moment - not
cuddle, mind you, but Potter didn't seem to consider that option. He felt hands
running down his back, his buttocks, his thighs until Harry
kneeled behind Draco. Moments went by in which he only lay partly on the table
and listened to his and Harry’s breathing.

Two strong hands, he hadn’t anticipated, grabbed his hips suddenly and made him
squeak shrilly. Harry lapped with his tongue at Draco’s salty skin and the cum he had shortly before smeared on it; and followed
the path, his hands had taken, the opposite way around up to the pale, firm bum
that seemed to stick out only for him. He smirked smugly when he heard Draco
moan, voicing the appreciation he felt for the devotion Harry gave his bum.

His hands tightened on Draco’s hips and with one strong pull the blond,
handsome man landed in his lap with a loud, filled with indignation, squeak.
“Potter, what the…” Draco began to protest, but fell silent when he was pulled
tight against Harry’s chest and his neck was lovingly nuzzled. He snuggled
against Harry’s broad chest and sighed contently. He didn’t like cuddling, not
at all, he only did it to stay warm and not catch a cold… oh who was he
kidding. His mother had always called him ‘snuggle-bug’ when he had been small
– and he still was one.

“Do you know that you just cost me 240 Galleons and 16 Sickles?” (A/N: 1199,88 GBP) Harry asked softly and planted small kisses over
Draco’s entire left shoulder.

“What?” The young Malfoy heir asked, with audible suspicion in his voice. “How
come?”

“Well, do you really think my customers will appreciate it when I massage them
while sporting an obvious hard-on, because I think about you bent over the very
same table?” He heard Draco chuckle and it was a beautiful sound to his ears. “See,
I don’t think so either. This is your table now.”

xxXxx

TBC

The next chapter will be a short Epilogue.
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