FIC: Late Bloomers (NC-17)

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Title: Late Bloomers
Author: thistle_verse
Prompt: #44
Summary: Harry always thought he had a pretty satisfying array of sexual fantasies, until he stumbles upon the Mirror of Erised again and sees himself getting banged senseless by Draco Malfoy. Now he can't stop

Comments

[capitu]

Oh my god, oh my god! I'm so happy! This story was so wonderful, so completely beautiful.

I love all these intense moments between them. Good god, that first kiss, when Harry feels the rest of the world fading and it's intense and hot and perfect.

It was strange, how far away the rest of the world felt, even though they were hardly hidden, in a dim alley in the middle of London. Harry tried to care that someone might walk by and see them. Might catch them, he and Draco Malfoy, two notorious wizards with their cocks out, kissing now like it was the only way to breathe, to stay alive.

So beautiful! And like that were so many that I loved. <333

I loved Harry's present life. There's something absolutely enchanting about Harry being beekeeper. *loves* And just everything, his relationship with Ginny, how he obviously cared about her, and loved (parts of) the life they had together. When he's there picking his bees and having that conversation with the photos, such lovely moments.

And again, with Blaise (Blaise!! I love him so much here!!!!), those chats, and then the dinner with Ron and Hermione, those were pure gold. <3

And then there Draco. I loved so much both time-lines. This thing they had, how he wondered if he could love two people, and realising he could fall in love with Draco. And then when it ends, and again now, when it's the right time and yeah, he loves Draco, and he could be that person, felt that happiness and freedom he saw in the mirror, and this:

What do you want your next fifty years to look like, he thinks, when they’re lying under his blankets later. Draco messy-haired on his pillow, his lashes fluttering softly as he tries to stay awake. Harry presses his mouth to Draco’s shoulder, and watches the smile tug at the lips across from him. And he thinks: this. I want them to look a lot like this.

Perfect. :) Wonderful story, mystery author. Thank you! <3

[thistle_verse]

Eep! Thank you so much for this amazing comment! I'm so happy to hear you enjoyed the story, and which parts stood out to you. I've enjoyed this fest so much, and I'm now convinced the H/D corner of fandom is the nicest one there is.

<3