OMG! Time stamp fic! H/D
Title: Something's Started, Flip Side (48)
Rating: NC 17
Summary: Sex on the flip side.
Authors Note: I've been thinking about writing this for a while now, and there has been a bit of demand for it, so when the bug bit, I got to writing. I have no idea if I'll ever write in this universe again, but I won't say never. I love these boys too much. :D Enjoy.
“Thank god, that's over,” Draco said, throwing himself dramatically on the bed.
“Was it really that much of a hardship?” Harry placed his jacket over the back of a chair, undoing the button at his neck.
“Yes,” Draco answered. “The only consolation was seeing you in that...” he waved his hand at Harry's formal attire. “...tix?” he finished, uncertainly.
Harry laughed. “Tux,” he corrected, joining Draco on the bed.
“Well, whatever you call it, you look brilliant.”
“Really?” Harry laughed. “I would never have guessed, seeing as you've never mentioned it before now.”
Draco leaned up on his arms, watching transfixed, as Harry stalked across the bed until he was crouched above his suddenly aroused boyfriend. Draco swallowed at the look of lust in Harry's eyes.
“Really,” Draco replied hoarsely. That look meant one thing...that he was about to get shagged silly.
“Well, you look pretty damn good yourself,” Harry ran his hand up Draco's stomach and chest, hating that his soft skin was covered, even if the covering was a very well fitted tuxedo. Ron and Hermione had chosen a Muggle style wedding, for the benefit of Hermione's family. It had been a simple affair, particularly when compared with Pansy and Nickolai's elaborate magical ceremony, but it had also been a lot more fun. Something which Draco had admitted, albeit reluctantly.
“Well, I always look good,” Draco said condescendingly. “Even Muggle clothing can't ruin my perfection.”
“So humble,” Harry leaned down to kiss Draco thoroughly. Draco returned the kiss immediately, reaching up to pull Harry down on top of him.
“But I will admit,” Harry said, breaking the kiss to lay nips down Draco's strong jaw line. “That you look better wearing nothing at all.”
“Well you'd better get to undressing me then,” Draco said huskily, already undoing the buttons of Harry's now less than crisp dress shirt. Harry approved, leaning back to comply, pulling Draco's clothing off with an enthusiasm that left Draco naked and panting in no time at all. He rolled off Draco to shimmy out of his own trousers and pants before rolling back on top, pressing his body against Draco's equally naked one. His hands roamed the slim body beneath him, coaxing Draco into feverish arousal with expert touches, while Draco's hands elicited an identical response from Harry's body.
Soon Draco was panting and moaning beneath him, pleading with Harry, wrapping his long legs around Harry's waist in implicit encouragement. But Harry had another idea, something he had been thinking about for a while, but hadn't had the courage or, to be honest, the drive to ask for. But seeing their friends pledging their lives to the ones they loved had given him the push he needed to pledge his body to Draco in the one way he hadn't yet.
He pulled back sharply, needing to distance himself from Draco in order to think, so that he would be able to ask before they were both too far gone and he found himself sinking into Draco's willing body out of habit and familiarity. Draco looked up at him, confused.
“Harry?” he asked, reaching up and tracing Harry's cheekbone with loving fingers, making Harry shudder with the weight of his love for the man in front of him. “Alright?”
Harry smiled at him reassuringly. “Yes, I'm brilliant. I want you to do something for me.”
Draco's brow furrowed. “Besides spread my legs, you mean?”
Harry's eyes immediately went to the juncture of Draco's already spread legs. The view was far too enticing...from his vantage point he could see the occasional twitching of Draco's hole, his cock hard and heavy against the flushed skin of his belly. Harry groaned, leaning down and pressing his forehead against Draco's chest for a moment to regain his composure. Not to mention determination. The desire to just fuck Draco senseless was strong, but Harry had decided to do this now, so he would go through with it if it killed him.
Had an over abundance of sexual frustration ever killed anyone? Harry didn't want to find out. He pulled back, opening his eyes to look down into Draco's, leaning in to kiss him again. Then he sat up again and told Draco what had been on his mind.
“I want you to fuck me,”
Draco stared up at him in shock. “Wh-what?” His eyes were wide with surprise.
“I want you to fuck me,” Harry repeated.
“You...really?” Draco leaned up on his elbows and considered Harry carefully. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” Harry replied firmly. “I've been thinking about it, and I think it's time.”
“Because you've finally got your courage up for it?” Draco was sceptical, but Harry could see that he was also clearly amused.
“No!” Harry insisted, but he knew Draco was right. Maybe just a little bit. “Okay, maybe...but it doesn't matter why, just...will you?” Harry stammered a bit, finally finishing with a plea, which Draco could not resist.
“I, sure,” he said. “If that's what you want, Harry.”
“I do,” Harry said. “We may not be married, but I want to give myself to you, all of me, so let's do it.”
Draco chuckled. “Alright then, lets do it. I'm willing if you are.” Harry smiled at him and Draco smiled back, gripping Harry by the hips and rolling them so that he was on top. He leaned down and kissed Harry deeply, letting his hands roam across Harry's chest and belly.
He began to lay open mouthed kisses and nips across Harry's chest, paying proper attention to his nipples, the sensitive spot just under his ribs. He had made it to Harry's bellybutton when strong hands gripped his hair, pulling Draco's head up until their eyes met.
“I thought you were going to fuck me, you tease,” Harry said, a little breathless.
“Oh, I am,” Draco leaned down to suck on Harry's navel again. Harry couldn't help but respond, his back arching as he pushed his groin up, poking his erection into the soft skin of Draco's neck. It wasn't enough.
“But I'm going to do it right,” Draco was continuing and Harry tried desperately to get his mind working again.
“Oh?” Harry asked weakly, his hands loosening as Draco began to nip and suck at Harry's hipbones.
“You didn't think I'd just lube up and stick it in, did you?” Draco was driving Harry to distraction, still ignoring the erection that was pressing urgently against him.
“I...I guess I never thought about it,” Harry said.
Draco sat up, looking him in the eye. “You spent all this time worrying about bottoming but you never thought about the actual mechanics of it? It's not like you don't know how it goes, you're the best shag I've ever had, Harry.” Draco was seriously amazed at the strange ways Harry's mind worked.
“Well, it just comes naturally I guess,” Harry replied. “I mean, I read some books and what I do seems to work for you, so...” he trailed off.
“Oh, it works for me, alright,” Draco said, his voice turning husky again. “And now it'll work for you. Roll over.”
Harry looked surprised but did what Draco said without much delay. Draco rummaged around on the floor and came up with his wand, settling himself between Harry's legs. Harry squirmed a little, he had an idea of what was coming but wasn't sure quite how he felt about it.
As it turned out, he was wrong...Draco cast a quick cleaning charm and then settled Harry's hips on a pillow so his arse was more accessible. But he didn't use his fingers to open Harry up as expected. Instead, he began to feast on the skin of Harry's back, sucking it into his mouth harshly, using teeth to score it before soothing it with broad sweeps of tongue and gentle lips. Harry was gasping and moaning by the time Draco reached the small of his back, running his strong hands across the back of Harry's thighs and buttocks to relax while he distracted Harry with his mouth.
Harry gasped when he felt his cheeks spread and then Draco's hot breath wafted over him. Draco didn't waste any time, leaning right in and sweeping his tongue up Harry's crack in one stroke, making Harry gasp and his hole twitch. Draco grinned for a moment before getting right back into it, licking and kissing Harry's hole with fervour, sucking on the sensitive skin and then thrusting his tongue in for a real taste. He absolutely loved it when Harry did this to him, but he found doing it was pretty thrilling too. Knowing that he was the one causing Harry to gasp and twitch, that he was making Harry lose control, was intoxicating, and the clean, musky taste of Harry was driving him mad.
For Harry's part, he had never thought it could feel like this. He'd had no idea that part of his body was so sensitive, it seemed that the nerve endings were made just for this, made for Draco's tongue and lips and oh, Harry was in heaven.
“Draco,” he gasped as Draco's answering hum against his hole made him shiver with pleasure. “Is it always like this?” he asked, heaving in deep breaths while Draco continued to lave his hole.
At last Draco pulled back to answer. “Utterly fantastic, you mean?” He met met Harry's eyes over his shoulder. Draco's cheeks and chin were slick with saliva as he grinned at Harry.
“Yes,” Harry nodded, wishing Draco would just answer and get back to it.
“Pretty much,” Draco said, leaning back in and thrusting his tongue in a few more times before pulling back and spreading Harry's cheeks with his hands once more. He smacked one cheek and then sat forward, leaning over Harry to reach the lube they'd left on the bed side table the night before.
“Don't stop now!” Harry exclaimed. Draco chuckled.
“It has to end some time,” he replied, sitting back between Harry's legs and slicking up two fingers. “Besides, it's time we got down to the fucking,” Harry moaned at the thought. If the rimming was that good, he couldn't wait to have Draco inside him.
Draco pushed aside one cheek and slid two lubed fingers into Harry's already loosened hole, twisting them around to loosen him further. Harry's body tensed with the intrusion, muscles clenching around Draco's fingers, but he soon relaxed, letting Draco open him wider with persistent fingers.
“Just so we're clear,” Draco began, feeling around inside Harry for that delightful bundle of nerves that he knew was there. “This is not going to be a regular thing.”
“Ungh?” Harry was incapable of actual words as Draco began to brush his prostate consistently, priming it for the cock that was soon to follow, the hard and heavy cock that was pressing into his leg while Draco prepared him.
“I'm going to fuck you senseless Harry Potter, and you are bound to want it again and again, but you need to be aware that I am under no circumstances giving up my position in this relationship.” He pulled his fingers out and reached for the lube again, slicking his aching cock with a few brisk strokes.
“Oh?” Harry asked, his words returning when Draco unceremoniously backed away.
“There's only room for one needy bottom in this partnership, Harry, and that's me.” Draco said firmly. “Deal?” He poised himself above Harry, letting the tip of his cock rub against Harry's hole, but not pressing forward.
“Deal,” Harry agreed, tensed against the inevitable penetration.
“Good,” Draco said, rubbing the hand that wasn't holding him up across Harry's lower back in soothing motions. “Now relax.”
Harry sighed into the touch, letting his body relax forward onto the bed beneath him, letting the pillow under his hips support him, suddenly aware of the fact that it was cushioning his own erection but not providing enough friction to satisfy him.
Draco felt Harry relax beneath him, and knew it was time. He pressed forward carefully, the head of his cock slipping suddenly through the muscles guarding Harry's snug channel. He gasped with the sudden pressure on the sensitive tip of his cock, as well as the clench of Harry's arse around him.
He stilled, gasping in a few deep breaths as the feeling of Harry around him overwhelmed him for a moment.
“Are you okay?” He ran his hand across Harry's back again, rubbing the tension out of his muscles.
“I...yeah,” Harry squirmed a little, squeezing experimentally. Draco moaned deeply and gripped Harry's hips to still him. “It's a little...full,”
“Shh, Harry, just relax,”
Harry did, slumping forward, his body becoming loose and pliant.
"Good, that's good,” Draco said, leaning down to lay kisses across Harry's back and shoulders. He pulled back a little and pushed forward again gently. Harry let out a hiss, but Draco didn't stop, moving smooth and steady so that Harry could accustom himself to the feeling. Soon enough Harry was breathing heavily and squirming in eagerness.
“Better?” Draco closed his eyes against the sight of his cock buried in Harry's arse. Perhaps he had been a bit premature in declaring how rarely this would happen. Sure, he loved bottoming, but the sight of Harry's arse spread to take him in was definitely something he wanted to see again.
“Yes, better,” Harry gasped as Draco continued the short easy thrusts. He began to feel around a bit, changing the angle of his cock in search of Harry's prostate. It didn't take long to find it and when he did Harry threw his head back with a moan, arching his back and pressing his arse harder onto Draco's cock
“God, Draco, move!” Harry cried, flexing his muscles and clenching Draco's cock again, encouraging Draco to move, so he did. He thrust deeply with one smooth stroke, moving quickly but carefully. He gripped Harry's hips and tugged, urging Harry to kneel. Draco pulled Harry's arse high in the air but pushed between his shoulder blades with one hand, keeping Harry's head flush against the bed. The new position was brilliant...he could feel every ridge inside Harry and he knew, from vast experience, that Harry would be feeling every push intensely.
It didn't take long for either of them, and for once, Draco was grateful. Usually he wanted it to go on and on, the feeling of Harry pounding inside him was something he could never get enough of. But this was completely different. His muscles were not accustomed to being used this way, something he'd have to rectify in the future. Still, it felt amazing. The hot clench of Harry's arse was brilliant, and it was clear Harry was enjoying himself. Draco was hitting his prostate consistently now and Harry was gripping the sheets, moaning and calling Draco's name repeatedly. It was hot. Really, very hot.
He bent forward, poised over Harry's back, making his thrusts shallower but faster. He reached under Harry's hips, found his bouncing erection and began tugging it roughly, trying to time the pulls to his thrusts, but he needn't have bothered. A few pulls was all Harry needed, a moment later Draco gasped as Harry's arse clamped down on his shaft, spurts of hot come dribbling down his fingers as Harry's cock twitched in his hand.
His thrusts slowed while Harry's arse flexed around him, bringing him so close to the peak that it only took two more thrusts until he crashed off the edge, pumping his release deep inside his motionless boyfriend.
They lay together, panting, for several long minutes, until Draco pushed himself up with a groan, his little used muscles screaming in protest. He peeled his sweaty body off Harry's and flopped boneless onto the bed beside him.
“Well,” he said after a few more minutes of getting his breath back. “That was...” he trailed off, unable to find the right word.
“Amazing,” Harry said. Draco grunted his agreement. It had been amazing.
“Amazing enough to want it again?” He asked tentatively.
“Yes,” Harry said, turning onto his side to face Draco. “Of course,”
Draco grinned at him. “Really?”
“Yep,” Harry replied happily. “You were fantastic.”
“Of course I was,” he said matter of factly. Harry seemed rather eager for a repeat, and while Draco was willing, his body was eager for a whole other kind of shagging.
“Didn't you like it?” Harry asked reaching out to tuck a strand of sweaty blond hair behind Draco's ear.
“I did,” Draco said. “And we will definitely do that again, but...”
“But?” Harry had moved closer and was laying loving kisses on Draco's shoulders.
“Well, I meant what I said before,”
“Oh?” Harry's hand was moving in slow, soothing circles across the planes of Draco's chest and belly...it was rather distracting.
“I do love it the other way round,” Draco closed his eyes and let Harry's lips and hand encourage him back toward arousal.
“Oh, I don't know,” Harry said, dipping a finger into Draco's belly button and twisting it. It shouldn't feel so good, but it did. Draco moaned.
“I could get used to it really fast,” Harry was sucking on Draco's neck now, and Draco was shivering...he could feel his cock twitching with renewed interest. “Don't you think?”
“Oh, no!” Draco said, sitting upright and brushing Harry's hand aside. “No, I don't want you getting too used to it! I told you before we started Harry, there's only room for one needy bottom between us, and that position is already filled.” Draco glared. He knew Harry was riling him up, but he was sore and achy and feeling rather empty. He didn't want to talk any more, he wanted Harry inside him.
Harry grabbed his arm and pulled Draco down onto his back before straddling his hips and sitting on his thighs. Draco could see the evidence of Harry's interest, his half hard cock was prodding Draco's back into life.
“Well, if you're sure,” Harry said with a Cheshire grin, rolling his hips so that their cocks rubbed and slid together, growing harder every second.
“I am,” Draco said petulantly. “So stop pretending you liked it so much,”
“Oh, but I did,” Harry replied, leaning down over Draco so that their erections were trapped together, pinned between their stomachs. “I loved it. It was fucking brilliant and I would absolutely love to do it again.”
He kissed Draco weakly, cutting off a protest, thrusting his tongue deep in mimicry of what Draco wanted his cock to be doing right then.
“But you know,” Harry pulled back, leaning up on his forearms as his hips continued their teasing roll. Their cocks were fully hard again, collecting leftover come and sweat as lubricant.
“I rather like it when you're under me, moaning and writhing and pleading with me to fuck you, harder, faster, always wanting more.” He gave a forceful thrust and Draco gasped.
“Oh?” he said weakly, clinging to Harry's shoulders for life. He couldn't argue with that.
“Mmm,” Harry sucked in a mouthful of skin, leaving a bright red mark on Draco's neck when he pulled back. “I love to see you come undone for me, I love the way your hot little arse clenches around me as if you'll just fade away into nothing if I'm not filling you up. I love how desperate you are for my cock, how hungry you are to be filled, how loud you yell when I bend you over and take you.”
Draco was panting now, his cock leaking precome onto Harry's, his hands gripping so hard he was sure he was leaving bruises on Harry's shoulders.
“Fuck, Harry please,” he gasped, pushing upward in an attempt to gain more friction against his aching cock.
“You see?” Harry said, sitting back onto his heels and gripping Draco's ankles tightly, lifting and pushing until Draco was bent almost in half, his knees brushing his chest and his twitching hole gaping in anticipation. “You're a hungry little slut for me, just for me, and I love it.” He rubbed his come slickened cock back and forth across Draco's hole, teasing him by pressing slightly inward on every pass.
“Oh god,” Draco gasped. Harry grinned widely.
“Nope, just Harry,” He said as he sunk smoothly into Draco's body, pushing himself in until his balls were nestled snugly against Draco's upturned arse. He paused, letting go of Draco's legs and bracing himself on the bed so that Draco's calves rested on his powerful biceps. Draco groaned deeply, trying to shift so that Harry would move, revelling in the feeling of being full, but needing oh, so much more.
“I liked it Draco,” Harry said as he began to thrust slowly, in and out. “I liked it a lot, but nothing can compare to the high I get from having you under me this way.” He began to move faster, putting more force behind his thrusts. Draco clung to his shoulders, refreshing the bruises that he'd already left on Harry's shoulders.
“So we'll do it again, and we'll both love it, but nothing has really changed,” Harry began to pound Draco's arse in earnest now, catching Draco's prostate suddenly with unerring aim. His words trailed off, he was far too involved in the business of fucking Draco through the bed to talk, but Draco was not complaining. Indeed, he couldn't speak himself, so he just settled in for the ride of his life, gasping and moaning and pleading, just the way Harry liked it.
Again, it didn't last long. Draco was so thrilled to know that he'd be getting his regular arse pounding and Harry was lost in the feel of Draco clenching around him so, before either of them was prepared, they were both coming. They panted and writhed and moaned, both shaking and sated as they came down from their mutual high. Harry let Draco's legs down slowly before lying half on top of him, his quickly softening cock sliding out of Draco easily. Draco sighed at the loss, but he knew it would be back. Soon, if he had anything to do with it, which of course, he did.
“So?” Harry asked as he snuggled into Draco's shoulder. “You still my cock hungry bottom?”
“Fuck, yes.” Draco answered immediately, running his fingers through Harry's sweaty hair. “I always will be.” He looked down at the man in his arms as he looked up. Their eyes met and they both smiled, feeling the love, trust and desire that bound them together more perfectly than any ceremony or legal paperwork could. Harry leaned up and placed a soft kiss on Draco's reddened lips.
“Good,” he said firmly, snuggling back into his lover, a sappy grin on his face that was mirrored above him. It was so good to be home.
Rating: NC 17
Summary: Sex on the flip side.
Authors Note: I've been thinking about writing this for a while now, and there has been a bit of demand for it, so when the bug bit, I got to writing. I have no idea if I'll ever write in this universe again, but I won't say never. I love these boys too much. :D Enjoy.
“Thank god, that's over,” Draco said, throwing himself dramatically on the bed.
“Was it really that much of a hardship?” Harry placed his jacket over the back of a chair, undoing the button at his neck.
“Yes,” Draco answered. “The only consolation was seeing you in that...” he waved his hand at Harry's formal attire. “...tix?” he finished, uncertainly.
Harry laughed. “Tux,” he corrected, joining Draco on the bed.
“Well, whatever you call it, you look brilliant.”
“Really?” Harry laughed. “I would never have guessed, seeing as you've never mentioned it before now.”
Draco leaned up on his arms, watching transfixed, as Harry stalked across the bed until he was crouched above his suddenly aroused boyfriend. Draco swallowed at the look of lust in Harry's eyes.
“Really,” Draco replied hoarsely. That look meant one thing...that he was about to get shagged silly.
“Well, you look pretty damn good yourself,” Harry ran his hand up Draco's stomach and chest, hating that his soft skin was covered, even if the covering was a very well fitted tuxedo. Ron and Hermione had chosen a Muggle style wedding, for the benefit of Hermione's family. It had been a simple affair, particularly when compared with Pansy and Nickolai's elaborate magical ceremony, but it had also been a lot more fun. Something which Draco had admitted, albeit reluctantly.
“Well, I always look good,” Draco said condescendingly. “Even Muggle clothing can't ruin my perfection.”
“So humble,” Harry leaned down to kiss Draco thoroughly. Draco returned the kiss immediately, reaching up to pull Harry down on top of him.
“But I will admit,” Harry said, breaking the kiss to lay nips down Draco's strong jaw line. “That you look better wearing nothing at all.”
“Well you'd better get to undressing me then,” Draco said huskily, already undoing the buttons of Harry's now less than crisp dress shirt. Harry approved, leaning back to comply, pulling Draco's clothing off with an enthusiasm that left Draco naked and panting in no time at all. He rolled off Draco to shimmy out of his own trousers and pants before rolling back on top, pressing his body against Draco's equally naked one. His hands roamed the slim body beneath him, coaxing Draco into feverish arousal with expert touches, while Draco's hands elicited an identical response from Harry's body.
Soon Draco was panting and moaning beneath him, pleading with Harry, wrapping his long legs around Harry's waist in implicit encouragement. But Harry had another idea, something he had been thinking about for a while, but hadn't had the courage or, to be honest, the drive to ask for. But seeing their friends pledging their lives to the ones they loved had given him the push he needed to pledge his body to Draco in the one way he hadn't yet.
He pulled back sharply, needing to distance himself from Draco in order to think, so that he would be able to ask before they were both too far gone and he found himself sinking into Draco's willing body out of habit and familiarity. Draco looked up at him, confused.
“Harry?” he asked, reaching up and tracing Harry's cheekbone with loving fingers, making Harry shudder with the weight of his love for the man in front of him. “Alright?”
Harry smiled at him reassuringly. “Yes, I'm brilliant. I want you to do something for me.”
Draco's brow furrowed. “Besides spread my legs, you mean?”
Harry's eyes immediately went to the juncture of Draco's already spread legs. The view was far too enticing...from his vantage point he could see the occasional twitching of Draco's hole, his cock hard and heavy against the flushed skin of his belly. Harry groaned, leaning down and pressing his forehead against Draco's chest for a moment to regain his composure. Not to mention determination. The desire to just fuck Draco senseless was strong, but Harry had decided to do this now, so he would go through with it if it killed him.
Had an over abundance of sexual frustration ever killed anyone? Harry didn't want to find out. He pulled back, opening his eyes to look down into Draco's, leaning in to kiss him again. Then he sat up again and told Draco what had been on his mind.
“I want you to fuck me,”
Draco stared up at him in shock. “Wh-what?” His eyes were wide with surprise.
“I want you to fuck me,” Harry repeated.
“You...really?” Draco leaned up on his elbows and considered Harry carefully. “You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” Harry replied firmly. “I've been thinking about it, and I think it's time.”
“Because you've finally got your courage up for it?” Draco was sceptical, but Harry could see that he was also clearly amused.
“No!” Harry insisted, but he knew Draco was right. Maybe just a little bit. “Okay, maybe...but it doesn't matter why, just...will you?” Harry stammered a bit, finally finishing with a plea, which Draco could not resist.
“I, sure,” he said. “If that's what you want, Harry.”
“I do,” Harry said. “We may not be married, but I want to give myself to you, all of me, so let's do it.”
Draco chuckled. “Alright then, lets do it. I'm willing if you are.” Harry smiled at him and Draco smiled back, gripping Harry by the hips and rolling them so that he was on top. He leaned down and kissed Harry deeply, letting his hands roam across Harry's chest and belly.
He began to lay open mouthed kisses and nips across Harry's chest, paying proper attention to his nipples, the sensitive spot just under his ribs. He had made it to Harry's bellybutton when strong hands gripped his hair, pulling Draco's head up until their eyes met.
“I thought you were going to fuck me, you tease,” Harry said, a little breathless.
“Oh, I am,” Draco leaned down to suck on Harry's navel again. Harry couldn't help but respond, his back arching as he pushed his groin up, poking his erection into the soft skin of Draco's neck. It wasn't enough.
“But I'm going to do it right,” Draco was continuing and Harry tried desperately to get his mind working again.
“Oh?” Harry asked weakly, his hands loosening as Draco began to nip and suck at Harry's hipbones.
“You didn't think I'd just lube up and stick it in, did you?” Draco was driving Harry to distraction, still ignoring the erection that was pressing urgently against him.
“I...I guess I never thought about it,” Harry said.
Draco sat up, looking him in the eye. “You spent all this time worrying about bottoming but you never thought about the actual mechanics of it? It's not like you don't know how it goes, you're the best shag I've ever had, Harry.” Draco was seriously amazed at the strange ways Harry's mind worked.
“Well, it just comes naturally I guess,” Harry replied. “I mean, I read some books and what I do seems to work for you, so...” he trailed off.
“Oh, it works for me, alright,” Draco said, his voice turning husky again. “And now it'll work for you. Roll over.”
Harry looked surprised but did what Draco said without much delay. Draco rummaged around on the floor and came up with his wand, settling himself between Harry's legs. Harry squirmed a little, he had an idea of what was coming but wasn't sure quite how he felt about it.
As it turned out, he was wrong...Draco cast a quick cleaning charm and then settled Harry's hips on a pillow so his arse was more accessible. But he didn't use his fingers to open Harry up as expected. Instead, he began to feast on the skin of Harry's back, sucking it into his mouth harshly, using teeth to score it before soothing it with broad sweeps of tongue and gentle lips. Harry was gasping and moaning by the time Draco reached the small of his back, running his strong hands across the back of Harry's thighs and buttocks to relax while he distracted Harry with his mouth.
Harry gasped when he felt his cheeks spread and then Draco's hot breath wafted over him. Draco didn't waste any time, leaning right in and sweeping his tongue up Harry's crack in one stroke, making Harry gasp and his hole twitch. Draco grinned for a moment before getting right back into it, licking and kissing Harry's hole with fervour, sucking on the sensitive skin and then thrusting his tongue in for a real taste. He absolutely loved it when Harry did this to him, but he found doing it was pretty thrilling too. Knowing that he was the one causing Harry to gasp and twitch, that he was making Harry lose control, was intoxicating, and the clean, musky taste of Harry was driving him mad.
For Harry's part, he had never thought it could feel like this. He'd had no idea that part of his body was so sensitive, it seemed that the nerve endings were made just for this, made for Draco's tongue and lips and oh, Harry was in heaven.
“Draco,” he gasped as Draco's answering hum against his hole made him shiver with pleasure. “Is it always like this?” he asked, heaving in deep breaths while Draco continued to lave his hole.
At last Draco pulled back to answer. “Utterly fantastic, you mean?” He met met Harry's eyes over his shoulder. Draco's cheeks and chin were slick with saliva as he grinned at Harry.
“Yes,” Harry nodded, wishing Draco would just answer and get back to it.
“Pretty much,” Draco said, leaning back in and thrusting his tongue in a few more times before pulling back and spreading Harry's cheeks with his hands once more. He smacked one cheek and then sat forward, leaning over Harry to reach the lube they'd left on the bed side table the night before.
“Don't stop now!” Harry exclaimed. Draco chuckled.
“It has to end some time,” he replied, sitting back between Harry's legs and slicking up two fingers. “Besides, it's time we got down to the fucking,” Harry moaned at the thought. If the rimming was that good, he couldn't wait to have Draco inside him.
Draco pushed aside one cheek and slid two lubed fingers into Harry's already loosened hole, twisting them around to loosen him further. Harry's body tensed with the intrusion, muscles clenching around Draco's fingers, but he soon relaxed, letting Draco open him wider with persistent fingers.
“Just so we're clear,” Draco began, feeling around inside Harry for that delightful bundle of nerves that he knew was there. “This is not going to be a regular thing.”
“Ungh?” Harry was incapable of actual words as Draco began to brush his prostate consistently, priming it for the cock that was soon to follow, the hard and heavy cock that was pressing into his leg while Draco prepared him.
“I'm going to fuck you senseless Harry Potter, and you are bound to want it again and again, but you need to be aware that I am under no circumstances giving up my position in this relationship.” He pulled his fingers out and reached for the lube again, slicking his aching cock with a few brisk strokes.
“Oh?” Harry asked, his words returning when Draco unceremoniously backed away.
“There's only room for one needy bottom in this partnership, Harry, and that's me.” Draco said firmly. “Deal?” He poised himself above Harry, letting the tip of his cock rub against Harry's hole, but not pressing forward.
“Deal,” Harry agreed, tensed against the inevitable penetration.
“Good,” Draco said, rubbing the hand that wasn't holding him up across Harry's lower back in soothing motions. “Now relax.”
Harry sighed into the touch, letting his body relax forward onto the bed beneath him, letting the pillow under his hips support him, suddenly aware of the fact that it was cushioning his own erection but not providing enough friction to satisfy him.
Draco felt Harry relax beneath him, and knew it was time. He pressed forward carefully, the head of his cock slipping suddenly through the muscles guarding Harry's snug channel. He gasped with the sudden pressure on the sensitive tip of his cock, as well as the clench of Harry's arse around him.
He stilled, gasping in a few deep breaths as the feeling of Harry around him overwhelmed him for a moment.
“Are you okay?” He ran his hand across Harry's back again, rubbing the tension out of his muscles.
“I...yeah,” Harry squirmed a little, squeezing experimentally. Draco moaned deeply and gripped Harry's hips to still him. “It's a little...full,”
“Shh, Harry, just relax,”
Harry did, slumping forward, his body becoming loose and pliant.
"Good, that's good,” Draco said, leaning down to lay kisses across Harry's back and shoulders. He pulled back a little and pushed forward again gently. Harry let out a hiss, but Draco didn't stop, moving smooth and steady so that Harry could accustom himself to the feeling. Soon enough Harry was breathing heavily and squirming in eagerness.
“Better?” Draco closed his eyes against the sight of his cock buried in Harry's arse. Perhaps he had been a bit premature in declaring how rarely this would happen. Sure, he loved bottoming, but the sight of Harry's arse spread to take him in was definitely something he wanted to see again.
“Yes, better,” Harry gasped as Draco continued the short easy thrusts. He began to feel around a bit, changing the angle of his cock in search of Harry's prostate. It didn't take long to find it and when he did Harry threw his head back with a moan, arching his back and pressing his arse harder onto Draco's cock
“God, Draco, move!” Harry cried, flexing his muscles and clenching Draco's cock again, encouraging Draco to move, so he did. He thrust deeply with one smooth stroke, moving quickly but carefully. He gripped Harry's hips and tugged, urging Harry to kneel. Draco pulled Harry's arse high in the air but pushed between his shoulder blades with one hand, keeping Harry's head flush against the bed. The new position was brilliant...he could feel every ridge inside Harry and he knew, from vast experience, that Harry would be feeling every push intensely.
It didn't take long for either of them, and for once, Draco was grateful. Usually he wanted it to go on and on, the feeling of Harry pounding inside him was something he could never get enough of. But this was completely different. His muscles were not accustomed to being used this way, something he'd have to rectify in the future. Still, it felt amazing. The hot clench of Harry's arse was brilliant, and it was clear Harry was enjoying himself. Draco was hitting his prostate consistently now and Harry was gripping the sheets, moaning and calling Draco's name repeatedly. It was hot. Really, very hot.
He bent forward, poised over Harry's back, making his thrusts shallower but faster. He reached under Harry's hips, found his bouncing erection and began tugging it roughly, trying to time the pulls to his thrusts, but he needn't have bothered. A few pulls was all Harry needed, a moment later Draco gasped as Harry's arse clamped down on his shaft, spurts of hot come dribbling down his fingers as Harry's cock twitched in his hand.
His thrusts slowed while Harry's arse flexed around him, bringing him so close to the peak that it only took two more thrusts until he crashed off the edge, pumping his release deep inside his motionless boyfriend.
They lay together, panting, for several long minutes, until Draco pushed himself up with a groan, his little used muscles screaming in protest. He peeled his sweaty body off Harry's and flopped boneless onto the bed beside him.
“Well,” he said after a few more minutes of getting his breath back. “That was...” he trailed off, unable to find the right word.
“Amazing,” Harry said. Draco grunted his agreement. It had been amazing.
“Amazing enough to want it again?” He asked tentatively.
“Yes,” Harry said, turning onto his side to face Draco. “Of course,”
Draco grinned at him. “Really?”
“Yep,” Harry replied happily. “You were fantastic.”
“Of course I was,” he said matter of factly. Harry seemed rather eager for a repeat, and while Draco was willing, his body was eager for a whole other kind of shagging.
“Didn't you like it?” Harry asked reaching out to tuck a strand of sweaty blond hair behind Draco's ear.
“I did,” Draco said. “And we will definitely do that again, but...”
“But?” Harry had moved closer and was laying loving kisses on Draco's shoulders.
“Well, I meant what I said before,”
“Oh?” Harry's hand was moving in slow, soothing circles across the planes of Draco's chest and belly...it was rather distracting.
“I do love it the other way round,” Draco closed his eyes and let Harry's lips and hand encourage him back toward arousal.
“Oh, I don't know,” Harry said, dipping a finger into Draco's belly button and twisting it. It shouldn't feel so good, but it did. Draco moaned.
“I could get used to it really fast,” Harry was sucking on Draco's neck now, and Draco was shivering...he could feel his cock twitching with renewed interest. “Don't you think?”
“Oh, no!” Draco said, sitting upright and brushing Harry's hand aside. “No, I don't want you getting too used to it! I told you before we started Harry, there's only room for one needy bottom between us, and that position is already filled.” Draco glared. He knew Harry was riling him up, but he was sore and achy and feeling rather empty. He didn't want to talk any more, he wanted Harry inside him.
Harry grabbed his arm and pulled Draco down onto his back before straddling his hips and sitting on his thighs. Draco could see the evidence of Harry's interest, his half hard cock was prodding Draco's back into life.
“Well, if you're sure,” Harry said with a Cheshire grin, rolling his hips so that their cocks rubbed and slid together, growing harder every second.
“I am,” Draco said petulantly. “So stop pretending you liked it so much,”
“Oh, but I did,” Harry replied, leaning down over Draco so that their erections were trapped together, pinned between their stomachs. “I loved it. It was fucking brilliant and I would absolutely love to do it again.”
He kissed Draco weakly, cutting off a protest, thrusting his tongue deep in mimicry of what Draco wanted his cock to be doing right then.
“But you know,” Harry pulled back, leaning up on his forearms as his hips continued their teasing roll. Their cocks were fully hard again, collecting leftover come and sweat as lubricant.
“I rather like it when you're under me, moaning and writhing and pleading with me to fuck you, harder, faster, always wanting more.” He gave a forceful thrust and Draco gasped.
“Oh?” he said weakly, clinging to Harry's shoulders for life. He couldn't argue with that.
“Mmm,” Harry sucked in a mouthful of skin, leaving a bright red mark on Draco's neck when he pulled back. “I love to see you come undone for me, I love the way your hot little arse clenches around me as if you'll just fade away into nothing if I'm not filling you up. I love how desperate you are for my cock, how hungry you are to be filled, how loud you yell when I bend you over and take you.”
Draco was panting now, his cock leaking precome onto Harry's, his hands gripping so hard he was sure he was leaving bruises on Harry's shoulders.
“Fuck, Harry please,” he gasped, pushing upward in an attempt to gain more friction against his aching cock.
“You see?” Harry said, sitting back onto his heels and gripping Draco's ankles tightly, lifting and pushing until Draco was bent almost in half, his knees brushing his chest and his twitching hole gaping in anticipation. “You're a hungry little slut for me, just for me, and I love it.” He rubbed his come slickened cock back and forth across Draco's hole, teasing him by pressing slightly inward on every pass.
“Oh god,” Draco gasped. Harry grinned widely.
“Nope, just Harry,” He said as he sunk smoothly into Draco's body, pushing himself in until his balls were nestled snugly against Draco's upturned arse. He paused, letting go of Draco's legs and bracing himself on the bed so that Draco's calves rested on his powerful biceps. Draco groaned deeply, trying to shift so that Harry would move, revelling in the feeling of being full, but needing oh, so much more.
“I liked it Draco,” Harry said as he began to thrust slowly, in and out. “I liked it a lot, but nothing can compare to the high I get from having you under me this way.” He began to move faster, putting more force behind his thrusts. Draco clung to his shoulders, refreshing the bruises that he'd already left on Harry's shoulders.
“So we'll do it again, and we'll both love it, but nothing has really changed,” Harry began to pound Draco's arse in earnest now, catching Draco's prostate suddenly with unerring aim. His words trailed off, he was far too involved in the business of fucking Draco through the bed to talk, but Draco was not complaining. Indeed, he couldn't speak himself, so he just settled in for the ride of his life, gasping and moaning and pleading, just the way Harry liked it.
Again, it didn't last long. Draco was so thrilled to know that he'd be getting his regular arse pounding and Harry was lost in the feel of Draco clenching around him so, before either of them was prepared, they were both coming. They panted and writhed and moaned, both shaking and sated as they came down from their mutual high. Harry let Draco's legs down slowly before lying half on top of him, his quickly softening cock sliding out of Draco easily. Draco sighed at the loss, but he knew it would be back. Soon, if he had anything to do with it, which of course, he did.
“So?” Harry asked as he snuggled into Draco's shoulder. “You still my cock hungry bottom?”
“Fuck, yes.” Draco answered immediately, running his fingers through Harry's sweaty hair. “I always will be.” He looked down at the man in his arms as he looked up. Their eyes met and they both smiled, feeling the love, trust and desire that bound them together more perfectly than any ceremony or legal paperwork could. Harry leaned up and placed a soft kiss on Draco's reddened lips.
“Good,” he said firmly, snuggling back into his lover, a sappy grin on his face that was mirrored above him. It was so good to be home.