Private Love | By : dirtydarella Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2654 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles of his dress cloak - for the fifth time in the past minute - Harry tried to draw up enough guts to use the silver knocker. He had been courageous enough to face Dragons on a broom stick at the age of fourteen, but knocking on a door was, apparently, beyond his limits of bravery. To be fair, it was a different dragon he was facing tonight.
An image of Draco's pale body pressed against his as long fingers worked Harry's cock flashed through his mind and he swallowed back a whimper. Chastising himself for not being able to focus, Harry finally raised his hand, curled it around the smooth metal of the snake knocker - how pathetically Voldemort was that - and knocked three times.
He knew this invitation was more than one of their usual nights sneaking around during public events. As much as he didn't really want to go to a fancy party at the Malfoy's, he would, for Draco. It was a step further in their strange relationship, initiated by the blond. His nerves were more from the worries he would do something wrong in the eyes of Draco, not be who Draco wanted at this party and blow what they had going so far.
A wrinkled old house elf opened the door, his head bowed so low the tip of his rounded nose touched the floor. Welcome to Malfoy Manor, it croaked out, never once looking up.
In the distance Harry could hear low murmurs of polite conversation and high pitched humming of violins. He stepped past the hunched elf and glanced around. Talk about first impressions; there was a silver edge to the decorative trim lining the baseboards of the walls, a blatant demonstration of the Malfoy's wealth. It curved elegantly in an intricate pattern of arcs and circles, gleaming in the light from the chandelier. The butterflies Harry had been fighting down all night reemerged, feeding the insecurity that Draco would view their relationship negatively.
A sudden pull of his arm caused a startled jump. Harry's hand instinctually traveled halfway to the wand up his sleeve before he turned and saw the smoky grey eyes glinting happily at him. He allowed himself to silently be led down the hallway and off to the side, winding through the Manor. They passed through glass doors to an outside garden, following the gravel path until Harry was walking up the steps of an elegant gazebo. It stood circular with nothing but some low walls, a cushioned bench, and the support beams that held up the pointed ceiling.
Harry, Draco murmured into his neck, sounding the definition of content. Harry
half-heartedly put his arms around the blonde's back, covering up any feelings that would ruin the moment. So what if he had thought tonight would be different? So what if he had gone and bought dress robes with silver thread? Any disappointment was his fault for thinking he was actually going to the party to be with Draco publicly. No, behind closed doors was safer. Draco might not want him otherwise.
A warm wetness was caressing his neck and Harry sighed, leaning to the side to grant Draco more access. When he felt the teasing suction at his jaw, his collarbone, his adam's apple, he drowned out all thought in exchange for sensations. Long fingers combed through his hair from the nape upwards, causing a shiver to chase down his spine. The other hand trailed down his chest, fingers slipping under the hem of his shirt to rub lazily.
Harry, Draco murmured again. Harry, Harry. My Harry. I love the silkiness of your wild hair, and the feel of your muscles jumping under my finger tips.
They were the same sort of nonsense words that Draco always spoke, words that Harry knew held no real meaning, but he relished them all the same. An appreciative sound betrayed his desired nonchalant reaction, escaping his throat in a whimper. He shouldn't, not really, because things like this were only said when Draco was distracted by sex.
The longer he stayed under the praise and attention from Draco, the more something invisible squeezed at his heart. He was torn between wanting this to be dragged out longer, and wanting the consequential ache from the falsity of the whole thing to end. He pushed at Draco's chest gently, coxing the blonde to move backwards enough for Harry to guide him onto the cushioned bench. Sitting down with a muted thud, Draco looked confused until Harry pushed at his shoulders, guiding him to twist and lay down completely on the bench's length. Draco brought his legs up in understanding, spreading them enough for Harry to kneel between, and Harry wasted no time in wedging himself between strong thighs and leaning down for a kiss.
Draco's lips were always so soft and smooth against his. He let the kiss linger as his hands worked to undo the blonde's clothes. Both the wizard's robes were pushed off their shoulders when Harry leaned back, followed by the removal of shirts. The naked skin of their chests touched when Harry laid back down, causing him to hum appreciatively at the warm sensation. His fingers traveled up and down the milky skin, pausing to tease at nipples and ribs. Each moan he drew from Draco sent a gush of heat to his groin, pooling pleasantly into his hardening cock.
He worked his way down Draco's body slowly, taking his time heightening the blonde's pleasure with licks from his tongue and caresses by his hands. His fingers traveled low enough to brush over the budge in Draco's pants, and he chuckled when he felt the erection twitch underneath the fabric. He palmed Draco firmly, running his hand up and down in smooth motions while darting his tongue in and out of Draco's belly button.
Affectionate nonsense was pouring out of Draco's mouth again, between moans, but Harry tried to ignore them in favor of undoing Draco's trousers and pulling down his pants.
Wait! Draco said suddenly. Harry hissed when a knee collided with his chin, knocking his glasses to the floor with a dangerous crack. Sorry, sorry. Just- wait.
Was he fucking serious? Because Harry was pretty sure his erection was going to bust his pants any moment.
Gather everything up, Draco said hastily, pulling up his pants and trousers, at least enough to be able to walk in them. He started grabbing everything on the floor, shirts, robes, Harry's glasses, before struggling to free his wand from the pile.
Draco, what- his words were cut off by Draco's sudden grab of his arm, and how he did that with such a large bundle of clothes was beyond Harry, before a familiar feeling of being squeezed through a tube enveloped the brunette.
They apparated into what looked like a bedroom - if the large canapé framed bed he first noticed was anything to go by. He looked around at the room, but there didn't appear to be any personal objects in which to identify the owner. No photos, posters, clothes in the open - nothing. A guest room perhaps? But then he noticed Draco's broom, held parallel to the floor by two silver hooks on the white wall.
There was a rustle of fabric to his side and Harry looked over to see the bundle of clothes discarded on the floor. Draco was completely naked, completely hard, and completely erect. The next thing Harry knew, the blonde had his hand working the fastenings of his trousers. He barely had time to kick off his shoes before he was being pushed onto the bed, followed by Draco crawling on top of him.
You're in my bed, Draco mumbled, the words almost an inaudible whisper, as if he was astonished, before capturing Harry's lips with his own. Their naked bodies moved against each other, and Harry reveled in it, because they hardly ever got completely naked when doing anything. Draco pulled back, licking his shinning lips.
Hands and knees, or...
No, Harry said quickly, like last time.
The lube that was pushed into his hand smelled flowery, like lilacs. The thought fell out of his head, however, as he watched one, two, three of his fingers disappearing into the blonde's pale body. When his cock followed, pushing into the tight heat he once again completely lost himself in sensations.
Draco made throaty little grunts at every inward thrust, causing Harry's whole body to thrum pleasantly at the sound. He did his best to kiss and suck at Draco's neck while rocking into him, ending mostly in wet, sloppy kisses. The pale-bodied teen didn't seem to mind, however, as evidence of his hand holding Harry's head to his neck, fingers grasping at the hair.
Draco squeezed him playfully and chuckled at his gasp. Somehow, it broke something inside Harry, causing fragments of feelings to spill from his mouth.
Oh God... so... need you- want... perfect... badly. His words weren't even coherent to his own ears, but maybe that was better. He didn't know if vocalizing how much he craved to be with Draco, and how much he loved the times they were together like this, was such a good idea.
Their movements became quicker, more desperate as the sensitive skin of hips bumped and vocal moans increased. The pleasure was almost overwhelming, gathering in Harry's lap and drawing up his balls. He held on just long enough to snake his hands between their sweaty bodies and pull hard and quick on Draco's member before the blonde was screaming his release. Hot, thick liquid squirted through Harry's fingers, so fucking erotic that his hips began bucking uncontrollably as his orgasm hit him, deep and intense.
Moment's of squishing Draco and panting followed before Harry found the strength to roll slightly off to the side. His body tingled pleasantly as he listened and felt Draco's labored breathing, watching as tan fingers traced the mess on a pale stomach.
Eventually, as always happens, Draco pulled away and reached for his wand. A gentle cleaning spell was cast on each of them, then the blonde began dressing himself. Harry swallowed the sudden tightness in his throat and allowed himself to lay quietly for a moment, before standing up and doing the same.
He managed to not only locate, but also put all his clothes on despite his quivering muscles. Frowning as he moved his hands over the now very wrinkled robes, he jumped when they seemingly started to smooth themselves out. He glanced up, everything coming in focus as milky-skinned hands slipped on his glasses.
These are nice, Draco said, fingers sprawled over the fabric of the robe on Harry's chest. They look expensive.
Harry blushed, feeling unaccountably embarrassed all of the sudden. He shrugged and pulled back.
Draco frowned. Are you going?
Harry opened his mouth to say that of course he was leaving, before realizing the blonde hadn't designated another meeting time. Oh, right. Where were you thinking about for next time?
If anything, Draco's frown became more pronounced. Are those dress robes for another party or something?
Harry blinked. Of course not.
Then why did you even bother to wear them if you were just going to run off right away? Draco was actually sneering at him, as if he had done something wrong.
What? Did you actually want me to stay? For me to attend the party at your side?
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The blonde sniffed, then rolled one shoulder back in a seemingly lazy shrug. If you want to.
A surprised smile stretched across Harry's face. I do.
Silently, Draco linked their arms and led him through a hallway and down a staircase like he was some bloody girl. Harry was going to protest, he really was, but any words he might have said withered when Draco turned and smiled so happily that it caused Harry's heart to palpitate.
Just as an elf began to slowly open the massive doors in which voices sounded from behind, Draco leaned over and brushed their lips together, doubtlessly in what was suppose to be a quick kiss that turned into a heated exploration of tongues. By the time the door was fully opened, Draco had his hands in Harry's hair while the brunette's own squeezed a firm ass.
There were gasps heard in the background, and maybe even the sound of Lucius fainting as his cane clattered to the ground, but both boys were much too lost in their passion to care about public decency.
-Fin
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