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Silk Scarves and Enchanted Handcuffs	By : Tommy-Lane Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 13124 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 5
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Harry let out a shaky breath and tensed his arms, the feeling of metal biting into his wrists stinging him as his back shifted against what felt like an old pipe running up a wall. Everything was black with fabric stretched across his eyes and Harry didn't know whether his heart was beating violently in fear or anticipation.

Maybe a little of both.

Because the last thing he could remember he had been walking down the corridor, his plan to get Malfoy alone and talking forming in his head and the handcuffs he feared he might need in order to get Malfoy to stay in his back pocket. He may have been a little distracted with the memory of Hermione's calm acceptance of what Harry wanted as she carefully jotted something down in her notebook, fixed him with a stern look, and asked him if he knew how to use lube properly, ringing in his head.

Then there had been Ron's reaction. It had been like watching a mini volcanic eruption that only ended up leaking steam instead of deadly lava and ash everywhere. His best friend had turned bright red, his lips whitening as he pressed them together, his fingers curling so tightly around a chess piece that Harry swore he heard a faint splintering sound. Harry had been sure there was going to be yelling, with flying spit and all, but there hadn't been, nor had Ron stomped off indignantly like Harry had personally wronged him by liking Draco Malfoy.

Instead the redhead had heaved his chest, closed his eyes tersely, and said "whatever gets your kicks," while avoiding eye contact and flushing bright.

It was basically Ron's blessing, as much as Harry could hope for at the moment anyway, and he was extremely grateful for it.

Except he had apparently been too distracted thinking back on his friends reactions while stalking Malfoy because the git had disappeared from the map seconds before Harry's world went black and he woke up...here...wherever that was. He wiggled his fingers, hoping that maybe he could pry his hands free, and thinking that perhaps he should be more afraid than he was.

It was nearing the time for Voldemort to try killing him again wasn't it? Maybe this was the Dark Lord's new plan - kidnap him in the middle of the castle in the early evening, tie him up and blindfold him, and...wait. Yup, that made loads of sense. But this did seem oddly familiar, so much like in the cupboard last week, and Harry could have sworn he felt the touch of cold, sure fingers before he had apparently been knocked out...or hexed into a confused state...he really didn't know which or if it was either at all.

"Ummm...Malfoy?" Harry cleared this throat, his voice cracking anyway when he finally managed to speak, his palms already starting to sweat.

"You've been stalking me again." Malfoy's voice was so near Harry could nearly feel the warmth of his breath, his tone pitched low and rumbling.

"Erm...I...yes?" Harry stuttered, wishing fervently that the Slytherin hadn't blindfolded him on top of handcuffing him to the wall. "You've been avoiding me."

"Mhmm." The blond hummed and Harry felt a rush of air as the other moved. "Meddlesome friends don't know when to leave well enough alone. Pansy hasn't stopped harping in my ear and Finnigan is this close to meeting the point of my wand."

Harry swallowed and waited for the other boy to continue, his feet shifting his weight as he tried to stand up straighter. Zabini had told him on more than one occasion to leave Malfoy alone, that he had responsibilities to think of and that Harry shouldn't mess with it. But Seamus had always elbowed his boyfriend in the side and hissed at him to shut it as Harry gnawed on his lip. He personally was insanely grateful for their intervening friends - if it hadn't been for them Harry would still most likely be walking around in complete oblivion, staring at Malfoy's arse and telling himself that he was simply annoyed at the blatant display of overspending in the clothing department.

Because Malfoy could clearly walk around in his underwear for a week and in return feed the nations hungry on the amount of money saved from being spent on designer clothing...and wouldn't that be wonderfully humiliating? Malfoy's lanky pale form on display for all...

Really, Harry should have figured out he was head over heels for the boy a long time ago.

"You were right, they planned the whole thing." Harry said when the silence stretched on for too long for him to find bearable, his face starting to itch under the blindfold that felt remarkably like silk. "Said they were ti-"

"Yes, I've heard the speech." Malfoy grumbled in irritation. "Apparently lying to me and shoving me in that cupboard was for my own good, or so says the bitch."

"Which one's the bitch?"

Malfoy snorted and Harry felt a smile tug at his lips in response to the sound. "Good point. Know what the worst part of it all is?" Cool fingers connected with the skin just above the handcuffs on Harry's wrist and he sucked in a sharp breath at the contact, his stomach plummeting as another set of cold fingers lightly touched his jawline.

"What?" Harry gasped, his body tingling all the way down to his toes as he all but sunk into the touch holding him oh so lightly.

"I don't do confessions Potter." He said it so lowly, so deeply, that it made him gravel like sandpaper on stone, the sound rippling through Harry in a stomach flipping shiver. "Those thoughts weren't meant for you to hear."

"Why?" Harry was breathless, wishing - wishing so much it hurt - that he could see Malfoy's eyes and the darkness that would no doubt be clouding them. He loved seeing anger spark in those gray irises. Loved how they seemed to clap in thunder, a perfect punctuation to his rough sounding voice that had overtaken his patent drawl. "I told you mine...and I...I liked hearing it."

"I'm not looking to be anyone's bloody experiment."

Harry shook his head as much as he could in the steadily increasing grip Malfoy held him in. "I don't want to either. We could..."

"No." Malfoy growled, his fingers tightening in a move that seemed counterproductive to his denial.

"But-"

"It's all easy for you isn't it, getting what you want? Goddamn Chosen One." His breath tickled Harry's face, his fingers twisting the skin near the handcuffs in a way that shouldn't have felt as good as it did. "You won't be lynched for this if it comes to light."

"Lynched?" Harry frowned, his breath quickening.

"Buy a dictionary Potter." Malfoy grumbled.

"Or I could just keep you." He smiled, biting his lip and hoping the other boy could see the want in his partially obstructed face. "You can do whatever you want to me in the dark and snarl definitions at me when people are looking."

"Keeping to dark spaces?" Malfoy moved closer, the brush of his body against Harry's sending the darker boy's pulse racing. "A dirty secret?"

"If you want." His mouth had gone horribly dry, the urge to lick his lips overwhelming.

Malfoy snarled in his ear, his cheek brushing Harry's and lips lingering on the outer shell of his ear. "Like fuck that's what I want."

"Then what...?" Harry tried to press forward, his head turning just a fraction, his nostrils filling with the fruity scent of Malfoy's shampoo. "God Malfoy just tell me what you want."

He laughed softly, the sound unhinged, like something had uncorked deep inside the Slytherin and he couldn't keep it from bubbling up any longer. "You are a menace." He murmured, threading his fingers through Harry's hair and tugging sharply until Harry's mouth fell open in a gasp. "A goddamned nuisance. You will surely be my ruin." He nipped Harry's earlobe, his thumb brushing over the darker boy's bottom lip and tugging down just enough to get the taste of his skin on Harry's tongue.

"Yeah well, you're a confusing conundrum." Harry tried to suppress his whimper but heat was pooling in the pit of his stomach, his body aching for contact - for anything, for everything. "You ignore me all bloody week and now you've kidnapped me and chained me to a pipe."

"Confusing conundrum? Redundant description don't you think?"

"I...who cares? Is that really the part that you're going to focus on, my grammar? How about you tell me why I'm blindfolded and handcuffed?"

"The blindfolds mine, true, but the handcuffs I found in your pocket." Malfoy rumbled, his fingers moving to caress the warm metal. "Care to share why you were stalking me with them? Opprobrious intent perchance?"

"No." Harry just barely kept from asking what the hell that meant and bit back a moan as Malfoy tugged at the collar of his shirt - a nice black button down he had borrowed from Dean, the jeans on his hips a crisp gray and cuffed at the ankle and belonging to Seamus. In fact the only things that belonged to him were his underwear and shoes. But he had planned to confront the other boy and wanted to look good and his wardrobe had seemed horribly lacking when he had stared into it earlier. He knew Malfoy would look impeccable as he always did and Harry...well if he was going to try and get Malfoy's attention he wanted to look as good as he possibly could.

Of course he hadn't foreseen this exact turn of events happening.

"No? What then?" Malfoy plucked a button free and slipped his cool fingers over Harry's collar bone, feather light and oh so amazing. "What was your plan when you managed to get me alone exactly?"

"Ummm." Harry shuddered out a breath and pressed forward on his toes, his shoes squeaking on the stone.

"Finnigan seems to be under the impression that you..." He trailed off, warm lips pressing to the skin just under Harry's ear. "Were you going to tie me up? Make me confess all over again? Hex me for taking advantage of you?"

"No, I wanted to talk." Harry knew it would be no small miracle if Malfoy couldn't feel his heart beating as another button was undone, long fingers trailing down over each inch of skin revealed.

"Talk?"

Harry nodded, biting his lip as Malfoy's mouth latched onto his throat in a blazing hot kiss that made his thoughts blur uncontrollably. "About...about what happened...fuck Malfoy."

"Go on then. Talk" Malfoy murmured, his mouth descending over the curve of Harry's neck and along his collar - scraping teeth and wet.

"I just, I um...." He shuddered and cursed, slim hands dropping to grasp his hips and drag him forward until his imprisoned hands kept him from moving any further, the blonds long frame pressing up against his roughly like he could read Harry's thoughts. "Seamus, you know he's...well the t-thing is, I wanted it to be you...in the cupboard...god did I want it to be you." It was a shocking revelation that he had come to earlier that week, the knowledge that a part of him had desperately wanted to pretend that it was Malfoy in the cupboard with him and he had a feeling that was part of the reason he had reacted so strongly - because he could pretend. It wasn't a stretch for his subconscious brain to make the hard angled boy pinning him to the wall into Draco Malfoy, in fact it had been so easy and seamless that he hadn't even noticed until it was all over and done with. "I wanted you, I want you. God Malfoy I can't get you out of my head and I just...want you."

Malfoy was quiet for a long moment, his heavy breath puffing over Harry's face as the blond held his hips and stared down at him - the locked gaze a heavy thing that Harry could feel even through his blindfold. It made every single nerve in his body sing, made his lips tingle, and cheeks redden. The boy set him on edge, pushing him to new heights each time they found themselves close and held him dangling by the tips of his fingers over the abyss – and Harry knew deep down that he was seconds away from falling into such depths that he would never recover from. Or perhaps he had already fallen and was just waiting for Malfoy to take the leap to join him.

"Malfoy?" Harry breathed out tentatively, the handcuffs clanking against the pipe as he shifted. Harry had no clue if it was dark or light in the cupboard, didn’t know if Malfoy could even see him properly, but he felt completely on display and even though he felt beyond nervous and anxious he could also feel his stomach twist and his pants tighten.

"Fucking doomed." Malfoy hissed and as Harry's brow furrowed in confusion his lips were taken up in a heady kiss as he was crushed into the other boy's chest, his shoulders aching as he leaned forward as much as he possibly could - embarrassing sounds of need breaking the silence.

But Harry didn't care that he sounded like a slut, or worse a clingy girl, because Malfoy was finally kissing him again and that was all that mattered. It was just as good as he remembered it being - just the right amount of tongue, heat that kept exploding through him, and a dizziness in his head that cancelled everything else around him out. Malfoy's body was hard and angled and as he canted his hips forward he felt the delicious press of the boy's hardness against his own. He growled low in his throat as a hand tangled in his hair, tipping his head as Malfoy deepened the kiss, his own fingers itching to touch but kept useless behind his back.

A hand traced down his chest, pushing up the material and splaying on his heated stomach. "These aren't your fucking clothes." Malfoy panted, breaking the kiss with a nip to his bottom lip that boarded on painful. But before Harry could even begin to formulate an answer his world was spinning in black, metal clanking against stone, everything tipping with cold fingers grasping his wrist - yanking him forward and into a firm chest and delirious kiss once more.

He grasped at Malfoy's back, molding himself against the other boy from toe to toe, thigh to thigh, groin to groin, chest to chest. He stuck himself there and held on tight, a part of him fearful that the blond would flee again in the next second. But Malfoy wasn't stopping, he was devouring him, turning him inside out with his kisses, his feet moving backwards as the other boy led them who knew where. There was a rush of air, a splash of dry heat that smelled of flame, and he was falling - the back of his knees hitting supple leather, worn so thin it felt like its own naked caress. He landed against what felt like an old couch, his shoulders half propped against the backing, his body caught in an awkward angle of half laying, half sitting for all but a second before he was being twisted flat on his back.

He groaned as Malfoy pressed himself over Harry, his hands winding into silky soft hair as they gasped for air and set to kissing once more - the press of knees on either side of Harry's body indenting and dipping the couch. He lifted his hips, felt himself fall apart a little bit more when Malfoy ground back down into him, his body roaring in heat and want.

"Malfoy. Draco." He moaned, his hands pinned to the leather seconds after trying to pry his blindfold free. "Let me see you." He begged, craning his neck and placing sloppy kisses wherever they landed - against the boy's mouth, his cheek, his sharply lined chin, and hallowed throat. "Please."

"If you had known would it have been different?" Malfoy balanced himself on his knees, rising up just enough to take his weight from Harry, his nose bumping Harry's until he managed to correct the Gryffindor's position enough to kiss him again - short and wickedly heated.

"No." Harry pressed his hands into the couch and pushed himself up at the same time, knocking into the boy atop him and biting at his retreating lips. "Yes. I wouldn't have wasted so much time. I can't stop dreaming about it, about all that we could have done."

"You're ruining everything you know." Malfoy whispered, letting go of one of his wrists and shoving his hand up Harry's shirt again. "You were just supposed to be an unattainable want."

"You can have me." Harry assured him, knowing he was missing Malfoy's point but unable to care in the moment, a voice that sounded very much like Zabini chastising him for it.

"For how long?"

Harry's breath caught as Malfoy's fingers drifted to the button on his jeans. He arched his back, his body pumping hot like he could already feel the touch on his hard prick. "I'm shit at divinations." He muttered, wondering vaguely why his heart was clenching at Malfoy's tone of voice. He sounded almost...afraid. But of what? Of Harry using him once and leaving? Of Harry starting something up with him and then getting bored? Of people finding out? Or was it something deeper, something worse? Was he afraid of the war, of the possibility of Harry winding up dead, of him falling before his father's Master?

"Guess then."

The hand holding his wrist down tightened and Harry reached up and yanked the blindfold off before Malfoy could stop him. He blinked in the sudden light and found the world slow to a crawl for the span of a single moment as he took in the sight of the boy above him. Malfoy looked a right mess - hair loose and everywhere, lips wet and swollen, cheeks pink, and shirt rumpled into oblivion. But it was the look in his eye that stopped Harry, that caught any words he may have spoken in his chest. Draco Malfoy's face was free of any snarl or sarcastic demeanor. He was...open and the intensity of it threatened Harry's sanity. He knew then that Malfoy could have him for as long as he damn well wanted and probably even for quite some time after if the boy ever walked away from him.

"Malfoy, I..." He whispered and Malfoy's lips twitched downward, Harry catching them in a kiss before it could become a full blown frown. Malfoy's mouth was stiff for a moment before he melted down into Harry, his fingers working the buttons on the darker boy's fly open with expertise. Cold fingers snaked into his boxers, wrapping around his heated flesh, and Harry couldn't stop the shout from leaving his lips. "Bloody fuck!" He groaned and bucked and squeezed the hand holding his, his cock throbbing in Malfoy's palm, the pleasure of the simple touch almost too much for him in that moment.

Merlin if this was how it was going to start then he was doomed to not last long at all.

The fear vanished from his gray eyes as Malfoy smirked and Harry didn't know if the other boy had somehow read his thoughts again and knew all that he wanted or if the blond was merely pushing it down - tucking it away and telling himself that it didn't matter. He wanted to ask, to make sure that the Slytherin knew what was in his head but then the hand on his cock twitched up and down, stormy eyes watching avidly as Harry bit his lip harshly and his words became unintelligible gibberish on his tongue.

"You’re going to be mine Potter and it’s all your bloody fault." He ducked his head and ran his tongue over the curve of Harry's neck, sinking his teeth lightly into the tingling flesh as he pumped with his hand and pressed his thumb along the leaking slit. "Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus." He whispered huskily into the Gryffindor's pink ear.

"Yes." Harry hissed, wondering vaguely what tickling sleeping dragons had to do with anything before Malfoy was kissing him again - green eyes squeezing shut as his back arched up off the couch without his consent. The same sort of desperation that had overtaken him in the cupboard surged up inside him, his fingers wiggling free from Malfoy's hold, his hands grasping the blond’s shirt. He yanked and pulled until he managed to get the material bunched up under his armpits, his fingers tracing down over Malfoy's porcelain back and around his tapered, lean waist. He moaned into the kiss, saliva wetting his chin as his constant wiggling kept making their lips slide sloppily, his nails scratching down pale flesh and curling around the waistband of Malfoy's trousers.

Harry's fingers moved in a blur, Malfoy's hand grasping violently into the back of the couch, his mouth dropping open against Harry's in a gasp. "Merlin Potter." He panted, Harry's hand having found its way inside Malfoy's pants without him even really knowing how he managed it while squished into the leather and his mind turned to complete mush.

But he was holding Malfoy in his hand - long, thick, and hot - and he could feel his own orgasm stir low in his belly at the feel of it. The blond's cock was heavy and as Harry squeezed his fingers it throbbed in his palm, Malfoy's breathe hissing out over Harry's swollen lips. He felt momentarily stupid, frozen in place, his mind skipping forward and stopping and all he could think was that he needed to feel it inside him. It should have scared him, the desire so strong it was making his heart pound painfully, because he was a damn virgin for Merlin's sake. He should want to take it slow, he should be satisfied with just moving his wrist and bringing the boy to completion between his fingers.

But he didn't and he wasn't.

Except he didn't know how to say it, didn't know how to ask for what he wanted, something that sounded like the Dursley's muttering that it was a shameful want in the back of his head.

"Stop." He gasped, realizing suddenly that Malfoy was seconds away from finishing him off, his free hand grasping at Malfoy's back desperately as he tried to keep himself from tipping over.

"Changed your mind already?" Malfoy was out of breath, his face pink, his hand disappearing from Harry's pants to press flat against the couch.

He looked like he was going to say more with his face going smooth and slack but Harry didn't give him the time to, didn't give a chance to regret what they were starting. He sat up quickly, forcing Malfoy back on his knees, and yanked the shirt off over the blonds head before tugging his own off and throwing them both somewhere behind the couch. His hands grasped the slender naked shoulders, his mouth tipping up until he was pressing his lips against the others roughly, and with a quick twist he was dragging them back down to land on their sides with arms and legs tangled in a glorious knot.

"Hell no." He breathed, his answer belated and Malfoy's eyes were hazy as they blinked open. But he seemed to catch on quickly because when Harry pushed at the band of his trousers the blond hurried to help him along - wiggling until the material bunched down around his knees as he simultaneously worked to rid Harry of his own jeans.

They kicked off their pants, Malfoy's arms wrapping around Harry's body and pressing his hips forward, a soft cry leaving both their lips as skin touched skin - fully and intimately. It was more than Harry thought he could feel, pleasure exploding over his flesh, his fingers reaching down to grasp Malfoy's firm buttocks and pressing to hold him there - his leg lifting to wrap around Malfoy's and opening himself up even more to the other boy.

"Draco." He groaned, the boy's given name sinfully sweet falling from his lips, the sound of it somehow making everything that much more real and intense. "Draco, fuck you feel amazing."

"Have you done this before?" Malfoy asked, his lips pressing to Harry's neck as his hips rocked forward, their cocks sliding together and making Harry quack from the inside out.

"No." Harry shuddered, his skin prickling as Malfoy ran the tips of his fingers down his spine, his mouth opening against his throat. "But I want this. I want you."

"How?"

Harry closed his eyes and summoned his courage, the thing in his chest roaring for him to just open his mouth and say it, to stake his claim fully. But the words burned his lungs, they were too heavy on his tongue, and with what felt like anxious tears pricking behind his eyelids he reached behind himself and grabbed Malfoy's hand that was lingering on the small of his back. He dragged down the other boy's hand, his knee bending and sliding further up Malfoy's leg as he guided the cool fingers until they pressed along his arse crack. "Here...want you here." He whispered, a whimper bubbling up his throat as Malfoy pressed a finger down and touched him lightly against his pucker. "Yes, god Draco."

"Merlin." He muttered, his touch circling the Gryffindor’s furrowed flesh as he kept up a steady rhythm with his hips, Harry’s body heating to a point that he was sure he was about to combust. "Are you sure?"

Harry nodded, his breath hitching in his chest as Malfoy rolled suddenly, one last kiss taking up his lips before the other boy was off the couch, his hands grasping Harry's hips and yanking his legs off the leather and onto the floor. Harry puffed out hot air into the cushion, his hands scrambling for purchase and grasping onto the backrest with his knees on the floor, his cock trapped against the soft furniture, and his arse on display. His cheeks burned red and unrestrained desire seized him as he dug in his fingernails and waited, his prick throbbing as Malfoy grab his thighs and pushed his legs further apart.

"You are rare indeed." Malfoy muttered, his hands running up Harry's sweaty flesh until they splayed open on his arse cheeks. "So damn beautiful and yet even with all those admirers fawning after you...you never notice do you?"

Harry's cheek was starting to stick to the leather as his forehead began to perspire, his thighs trembling as Malfoy spread his hands apart and opened him up to his gray gaze. "I don't want to be fawned over." He bit his lip and shut his eyes, reminding himself to stay still, to not push back and beg Malfoy to touch him, to take him, to stop being so damn slow.

Slow was good. Slow meant it would last longer. Slow meant that Malfoy's hands and body would be on his for the foreseeable future.

"No?" Malfoy leaned down and Harry cried out loudly as lips touched his buttocks, a finger moving swift and pressing stiff against him. "Would you rather stay like this? Waiting for me to fuck you?"

"Yes." Harry moaned, the small of his back curving in as he unconsciously pressed his hips back. "Please."

"Keep your hands where they are." Malfoy ordered and Harry tightened his grip on the back of the couch, his arms aching wonderfully in the awkward stretch that forced them above his head.

Harry nodded and struggled to breathe properly as he heard a muttered spell and felt slick fingers pressing against his opening - one rubbing, the other pushing, pushing, pushing until Harry couldn't keep from groaning loud and long, the single digit wiggling its way deep inside him, burning and stinging and stretching as it went. His eyes rounded as he felt Malfoy stop, the intrusion inside him as deep as it could go, and merlin if it didn't feel even more amazing then when he had done it to himself.

"Alright?" Malfoy whispered.

"More." Harry moaned, his body strung tight and his muscles trembling throughout his entire being. His mouth dropped open and the room zoomed out of focus, the press of his askew glasses no longer biting into the side of his face. Or maybe he just didn't notice it any longer because all he could feel was Malfoy pumping his hand, curling his finger...his fingers...one, then two, then three...his body opening up more and more, pain spiking and receding, need curling hot and ready through his groin, and an endless stream of noise falling from his lips. The struggle to breathe increased, his body glistening in the softly lit room, his arms shaking and cock aching, saliva sticking his open mouth to the couch cushion, and behind him Malfoy kept up his careful motions - his touch working him loose and open and ready and Harry couldn't stop thinking about the need he felt deep inside to feel something thicker than the boy's glorious fingers piercing him.

Then Malfoy withdrew and Harry moaned brokenly and his world promptly shattered as wet lips closed around his hole - a gentle kiss that made him want to keep rubbing his hips against the couch and press back into the warm contact at the same time. "F-fuck Draco...oh fuck please." He stuttered, the muscles in his back contracting as he struggled to keep himself from letting go of the couch.

"So tight." Malfoy muttered, sounding like he was talking more to himself than Harry before he was kissing the slick pucker again, his tongue peeking out and licking at the fluttering muscle. "Merlin I can't wait to fuck you."

"Yes." Harry agreed and then promptly sobbed, the carpet stinging his knees as Malfoy started stabbing his tongue in and out of him, his lips sealing and sucking, the most inappropriate sounds filling the air along with Harry's cries and before he knew what he was doing he was begging the other to stop - his words broken and hoarse, his body rocking rhythmically as he felt his orgasm approach dangerously. "Draco...oh god I'm going to cum...stop...please...oh fuck, fuck...fuck!" His vision blackened, little dots of light pricking at the edges as his nails ripped into the old leather, the idea that he was about to explode just from having his hole tongue fucked and leather caressing his cock an idea he couldn't seem to catch onto. But then Malfoy's tongue stuck forward once more and Harry felt his body shake violently as he came with a shout - coating the couch and his own groin with his cum.

He felt limp and shaky and like the world had tipped upside down with tears in his eyes as he felt Malfoy lick him - probing inside him and then down his crack and over his balls before he was suddenly on his back, his head angled painfully against the backing with his arse off the couch and his legs pushed up into the air.

"Fuck Potter, you look damn perfect." Malfoy sounded hoarse, his throat scratchy, his chin bright red, and lips obscenely puffy. "I could fuck you for hours."

Harry smiled, his curls soppy in his eyes and lines from the cushions crossing his face, his legs that felt as strong as jelly moving to wrap around Malfoy's waist despite his muscles protest to do absolutely no work. "Okay." He croaked and didn't protest when Malfoy bent him awkwardly and sealed their lips together - his dirty tongue playing against his in a deliciously naughty kiss that made the butterflies attacking Harry's stomach swarm intensely. Harry's hand clenched in his perfect hair and a moan got muffled in the other boy's mouth as he angled his hips up and felt Malfoy's cock slide against his.

He could feel the strain in Malfoy's body and felt the groan the blond let out as the other boy shifted, grabbed his arse with his wet hand, and pressed forward. Harry's head curved sharply back into the cushion as the blunt head forced its way past his muscles, a chant or prayer or plea or perhaps just complete gibberish falling from his lips as he was slowly, agonizingly filled. But Malfoy's voice was low and rumbling and soothing, his words following right along with the darker boys as Harry grabbed at Malfoy's back with one hand and the couch with the other. It was intense, more than he could have ever imagined it being, his body feeling like it was going to split and yet every ounce of him welcoming every inch that slid in with greed even as panic twisted inside him.

He let out a broken cry, a tear leaking from the corner of his eye, his legs tightening around Malfoy's hips.

"Harry." Malfoy groaned, his fingers playing against Harry's throat and his lips brushing his as he came to rest fully inside him. "Are you alright? Fuck, say you're alright." There were beads of sweat on his forehead, his voice as strained as his muscles, his gray eyes blinking open with lust and want and worry swirling beneath the storm.

"I'm alright...I'm...it's..."He didn't know how to vocalize it. It was fire and burning and perfect and pure and aching in his head and body and heart all at once. It was like having Malfoy merge his soul with his and it was...he never wanted it to end. He didn't know if it was normal, didn't know if this was how everyone felt their first time but to Harry it was priceless and obscure and just theirs. He wrapped both his arms around the Slytherin's neck and pressed their lips together, kissing him lowly and deeply as his body squeezed around the thick intrusion inside him. "Draco..."

Malfoy nodded, their noses bumping as he wrapped him in his arms and pulled him up from the sticky leather. His own weight sunk Harry further down on Malfoy's cock as he came to rest on the other boy’s thighs. Their hips moved, Harry gasping, Malfoy making small noises in the back of his throat as their rhythm grew in tandem. He was dizzy, holding on for dear life, every brush of the cock inside him making pleasure and pain explode through him, his feet pressing into the carpet as he vied for leverage - desperately trying to get more to make the jolt spark harder, to make Malfoy's lips drop open in that perfect pant.

"Ah harder...harder." He moaned, his cock swelling steadily as his body adjusted, his hips grinding down as much as he possibly could on every downward thrust.

"Damn Harry...don't want to hurt you."

"Won't...I just...I need more..."

Malfoy made a growling noise that rumbled through his chest and the next thing Harry knew he was back on his back, the floor hard and cold against his naked skin. Malfoy's planted his knees, Harry's legs draped wide, and a moment later he was startling himself with a scream. It torn through him, something igniting inside him, the new angle making everything swim and burst in white light. Malfoy dug his fingers into his hips, yanked him back into each thrust, and Harry fell apart. He had heard sex and orgasms referred to as the little death before and later Harry would wonder if this was why. He was boneless and taut, he begged for it stop in the same breath that he demanded more - though if Malfoy understood any of it Harry couldn't be sure. He felt like he was going to break, the ramming inside him feeling huge and all encompassing, and throughout it all he couldn't stop staring at Malfoy's face.

He was beautiful and Harry was determined to commit every line to memory.

But then Malfoy's hand touched him and his back arched drastically off the ground, his mouth dropped and he came without warning. He floated above himself, his head heavy and thick, and a giddy smile turning up his lips as he took the pounding that hadn't slowed in the slightest. It went on and on and Harry didn't know if he should have found it so amazing being used like that, didn't know if he should have started to crave the way his limp body moved with each thrust or if he should love the fact that he was oversensitive and each second was like falling from a great height. But he did and when Malfoy finally came, Harry couldn't stop his own whimper as his hot seed filled him, couldn't stop himself from pulling Malfoy down atop him and into an imploring kiss.
Harry clung to him and kissed him for all he was worth, pouring himself out in the embrace and hoping that Malfoy could feel all that he was feeling. It lasted for longer than Harry had breath for and when it finally winded down, Malfoy shifted off him with one last lingering kiss and a soft hand running the length of his side almost wistfully.
It felt like a parting. Like goodbye.

"We're definitely doing that again." Harry breathed as Malfoy settled on his side next to him as he touched the blonds pink face.

Malfoy let out a shallow laugh, his fingers combing through Harry's disastrous locks. "Alright." He whispered, his eyes traveling Harry's visage in a way that only Malfoy ever did. It was a very particular look, one that used to make him nervous, that made him feel like he was hopelessly exposed when he couldn't for the life of him figure the Slytherin out. It used to make him feel small and stupid and hot and angry, the look in his gray eyes haunting Harry for the entire day and far into the night - bothering him until he complained to Ron, until the redhead rolled his eyes and told Harry to drop it.

But now they were a heaving sweaty mess and Harry couldn't think of anything more perfect to grace the blonds face as his hand traced down Harry's sweaty spine. Because Harry understood it now. It wasn't a look of belittlement or superiority. It wasn't Malfoy tipping his hand quietly and silently proclaiming that he was better than Harry. It was obscured desire. It was Draco Malfoy, wishing, wanting. It was the Slytherin looking upon something he wanted but forced into silence.

It was Draco looking at Harry like maybe they could be more.

It was a silent promise, just like the boy's confession had been layered deeper than Harry had originally thought. He smiled and pressed his lips to Malfoy's, his hand curling through the boy's between them. He knew what he had to do now and it was simple.

He just had to show Malfoy that more was definitely attainable.
The End
A/N: It’s over (and a crazy long chapter, no?)! Always bitter sweet for me, I hope you all enjoyed this little fic. I’ve been toying with the idea of writing a small epilogue for this but haven’t decided quite yet, not sure if it’s needed or not. Either way thank you all so much for reading and for all your wonderful comments, your reviews are such a joy for me!
And in case anyone is wondering what I’ll be up to next - well, I think I may take a little break from writing for a bit (I’ve been feeling a little listless as of late and well, let’s just be honest I feel like anything I write at the moment is complete rubbish). I’m hoping to spend some time editing some of my older fics that I’m sure are riddled with errors (if anyone desires to help me beta just raise your hand, I shall love you forever if you’d like to help!). I also have several stories brewing in my head that I’m hoping to write in the near-ish future. Hopefully I’ll get over this mood quickly and the words will flow once more!
Thank you all once again!
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