Fic: Traditions and Innuendo (Harry/Draco) - part 2/2
Author: mayfly_78
Title: Traditions and Innuendo
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. All characters engaging in sexual activity are 16 years or older.
Summary:The last thing Harry wants is for Malfoy to jam another pure-blood tradition down his throat, especially if he's going to be so flirtatious while doing it.
Warnings:explicit sex, overabundance of UST, cringeworthy innuendoes, possible mangling of Yule traditions
Word Count: ~18.800
Author's Notes:This was written for cassie_black12 for the 2009 hp_yule_balls .
Many, many thanks to my gorgeous beta raisinous_fiend for putting up with my bad grammar, impossible tardiness and panic attacks. And also for being brutally honest and not letting me get away with anything. All remaining inconsistencies are mine.
Traditions and Innuendo
Part 2/2
part 1
Harry saw Malfoy again the very next day. He came early in the day to make another announcement. Ron popped his head into Harry’s office eagerly when he arrived. "Come on. Malfoy’s here again. Let’s see what he has to say."
Ron was obviously keeping something back. "You have insider information, don’t you?" Harry asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Maybe." Ron tried to smile mysteriously as he led Harry towards the group of congregated Aurors.
Malfoy stood in the centre, tall, slim, and glowing in blood-red robes. Harry was surprised how well the deep colour suited the pale blond. He made a note to get a set of red sheets if everything went well.
Malfoy was holding a red pointy wizard’s hat, the rim decorated with an intricate holly and ivy design, in his hand. "As you know, Yule is coming up," he was saying. "Preparations are under way for the festivities on the twentieth. I would like to remind you that if anyone would like to take part in the pageant, it is still not too late." Malfoy looked around hopefully, but most of the gathered crowd averted their eyes shiftily, Harry amongst them.
Malfoy gave a put-upon sigh. "Ah, well," he said, sounding like a disappointed parent, before looking around cheerfully once more. "Never mind. You can still participate in the Yule traditions. Another well-known Yule tradition is the exchange of gifts."
"What did I tell you? Just like Christmas," Ron whispered in Harry’s ear as he elbowed him rather sharply in the ribs.
Malfoy held up the hat and looked around to make sure everyone was paying attention. Noises of interest and apprehension could be heard throughout the room. "I have put all your names in the Yule Hat," he explained. "You will all draw a name to see who you will be gifting this year. To make it more fun and exciting, I will please ask you all to keep the name of the recipient of your gift secret until the gift exchange that will take part in the beginning of the Yule festivities."
Malfoy looked around, eyes bright and excited and a pleased smirk on his lips. Harry hated exchanging gifts with people he didn’t know well enough, but for Malfoy he’d make an effort.
One by one all the Aurors and secretaries picked a name from the hat. Harry found it amusing seeing who looked pleased, who disappointed and who thoughtful. When his turn came, Malfoy gave him his special warm smile. "Hello there," he said.
"Hello there, you too." Harry couldn’t help smiling goofily as he answered back, putting the folded piece of parchment in his pocket without opening it.
Harry stood by as Malfoy gave out the rest of the names, his heart beating inexplicably fast. He combed his hands through his hair, trying to smooth it back. Soon enough Malfoy came to stand next to him, and together they looked over the assembled witches and wizards as they gazed at their parchments, looking perplexed, or held quiet discussions in groups of twos and threes.
"My work here is done," Malfoy told Harry, sounding pleased with himself. Harry just hummed in reply and Malfoy turned to look at him. "Presents are fun," he said. "Even you must agree with that."
"I do enjoy receiving presents, that’s true," Harry agreed grudgingly.
"You just don’t like giving them?"
Harry cringed. Put that way, it sounded rather bad. "It’s not that. I’m pants at choosing them, that’s all. And for someone I don’t know that well? I’m guaranteed to make a mess of it."
Malfoy gave him a comforting pat on the shoulder, his hand lingering just a little too long. "Don’t worry about it so much. It’s all simple fun. It’s the thought that counts, and all that rot."
Harry shrugged noncommittally.
"What about the pageant then? Are you sure you don’t want to take part?" Malfoy asked, changing the subject.
"Definite." Harry couldn’t decide whether to laugh or shudder at the thought of himself on stage in a fancy costume. "You just want to see me in tights," he said, giving Malfoy a suggestive look.
Malfoy gave his habitual short sharp laugh. "You caught me out," he said, eyes twinkling. "This whole Yule lark was nothing but a ploy to get you into tights."
"I knew it!" Harry was oddly enjoying himself. Once he stopped being so anxious and uptight, this flirting business turned out to be actually quite fun.
"Well," Malfoy said, playfully waggling his eyebrows, "with a killer arse like that, it would have been a crime if I didn’t at least try."
Harry blushed at the compliment, but told his hammering heart to calm down and tried to be nonchalant. "Thanks for noticing."
The blond grinned and shrugged. "I make it my business to notice things like that."
"Oh, so how many other.... attractive arses have you noticed in the Ministry?" Harry asked, trying to play it as casual as he could, while holding his breath for the answer.
"A few," Malfoy answered breezily. "But don’t worry, yours is the best."
Malfoy was leaning close to Harry, two twin spots of pink blooming fetchingly on his high cheekbones, and large grey eyes glittering. He looked like he was having a good time bantering like this with Harry, and Harry would be lying if he said he wasn’t having a good time too. The heady feeling he always got while close to Malfoy, combined with the intoxicating smell of his cologne ,was making him quite light-headed. He hoped he managed to keep his cool and not slip up and say anything stupid.
"You know," he told Malfoy, leaning forward to lower his voice conspiratorially, "maybe you should play in the pageant. I’m sure you’re good at acting, and you would definitely look great in tights."
Malfoy blushed, looking inordinately pleased with the compliment, and Harry felt a strange warm feeling blossom in his chest. He suddenly decided it would be well worth his time to brush up on his complimenting skills.
"Why thank you, kind sir." Malfoy gave an impish little bow, doffing the Yule Hat. Harry couldn’t help but laugh, finding him adorable. "While it’s true that I look good in almost anything..." Except that bright orange robe, Harry couldn’t help thinking. "...and I’m not lacking in thespian talent, unfortunately I can’t take part in the pageant for I happen to be the director," Malfoy explained with a superior smirk.
Harry wondered if Malfoy had ever heard of delegating, or if he was simply a control freak.
"You seem to be a wizard of many talents," Harry told him. "Just make sure you don’t bite off more than you can chew."
Malfoy smirked, and looked caught between being flattered and offended. "I have many many talents," he said, looking at Harry slyly. "I could show you some of them sometime, if you want. And don’t worry, I never bite off more than I chew." His voice dropped. "You might be amazed by how big a mouthful I can manage." Strangely enough, he looked almost shy after saying that, his cheeks and the tips of his ears going delightfully pink.
Harry found himself getting rather hot and bothered too. "I… um... that's nice to know," he said in a low voice and offered Malfoy a tentative smile.
"Yeah…" Malfoy had never sounded this uncertain before. "Well, you know, you are welcome to see for yourself any time you want," he added with a passable approximation of his usual hauteur.
"So you've said before," Harry couldn't help reminding him. "But, you know, I think I just might." Harry held his breath, hoping that he wasn't making a mistake in taking the chance.
But instead of laughing, as Harry still half-feared he would, Malfoy smiled at him, looking pleased and oddly bashful, certainly not nearly as poised as he usually did. "I'd like that a lot," he practically whispered.
Harry felt his insides unclench in relief. He had given in and hadn't lost the game, he hadn't been laughed at. Actually things were looking rather good at the moment. He briefly wondered if he should try pushing it, but he suddenly found himself feeling rather timid. They ended up spending a couple of awkward minutes standing close together in silence before Malfoy spoke again in something closer to his normal voice.
"I've got to get going," he told Harry. "I have to spread the joy of gift giving to the rest of the Ministry." He smirked his usual haughty smirk but it came out looking crooked. Harry felt a flutter deep in his chest.
"Yeah, right." Harry cleared his throat. "Good luck then and continue the good work, I'll be seeing you." Soon, I hope.
Malfoy grimaced. "What with arrangements for the celebration, I'm going to be very busy for the next week." Harry couldn't help feeling disappointed, but unsurprised to hear that. "But, I will try to pop round at least once more. It would be a shame not to share some more Yule traditions with my esteemed fellow Aurors."
"Yes, it would be a shame," Harry answered, giving Malfoy an eloquent look. Malfoy blushed, looking pleased, and with a hasty good-bye was soon gone.
Putting his hands in his pockets, Harry strolled back to his cubicle, fighting unsuccessfully to keep the soppy smile of his face. Once he was seated, instead of following the usual course of swiftly unbuttoning his trousers, he rested his chin on his palm and sighed dreamily, his eyes going unfocused.
Unfortunately his pleasant reverie was interrupted by Ron ambling into his cubicle a little while later. Ron sat down and looked around furtively before leaning towards Harry. "Well?" he asked. "Who did you get?"
It took Harry a while to understand what Ron was talking about. When he did, he reached into his pocket for the forgotten piece of parchment. He couldn't help feeling disappointed once he saw the name. "Cummings," he said morosely. "I have no idea what to get for the man!" he practically wailed.
Ron looked musing for a couple of minutes. "It can't be too hard," he said. "He must have some kind of hobby, or something." When Harry just looked at him blankly, he continued. "There must be something the man likes that you know about!"
Harry thought for a few minutes, but couldn't come up with much. "Dunno," he said. "Don't think he likes much besides following rules and regulations and fishing. Merlin, would he bloody shut up with the fishing!"
Ron sat back complacently. "Well that's it, innit? Get him some fishing tackle or whatnot. Shouldn't be too hard."
Harry sat back and thought about it. That actually wasn't a half bad idea. "Thanks, Ron," he said. "You're a life-saver."
Ron flashed a grin. "That's what friends are for." The grin quickly disappeared however. "Now that I solved your present problem, who's going to help me?"
"Who did you get?" Harry asked curiously.
"Head Auror Robards!" Ron moaned despairingly. And Harry didn't blame him. Robards was a difficult and inscrutable man, not to mention their superior. He shrugged uselessly.
"Unfortunately I can't help you with that, mate," he said. "You'll have to go to Hermione. She's the only one who can save you."
Ron looked glum. "That's what I feared," he said.
They sat for a while in companionable silence before Ron left to be moody somewhere else. Harry opened a file he was working on, but thoughts of Malfoy quickly intruded once more. With only the slightest twinge of guilt, he closed the file and returned to the pleasant daydreams of the blond.
True to his predictions, Malfoy spent the rest of the week in a flurry of anxious activity. Harry hardly saw him, and when he did, it was usually nothing more than a glimpse of a bright blob of frenzied activity rushing through the Ministry corridors in a flurry of extravagant robes, barked commands and nerves. Harry found himself not a little dismayed that they didn't have a chance for another little chat. Over the weekend he even considered getting his address from Hermione and fire-calling him, but he soon realised how pathetic that would look and patiently waited for Monday.
When Malfoy came round to Auror Headquarters on Monday, Harry predictably wasn't there.
After spending the whole Monday morning and most of the midday too hunting down a difficult lead on one of his cases, Harry returned to the Ministry tired and hungry. He found Ron sprawled out in the guest chair in his cubicle, reading an old Quidditch magazine.
"Make yourself at home," Harry told him as he collapsed into his own chair with an audible sigh of relief.
Ron put down the magazine and looked Harry over. "How'd it go? Find anything?"
"Ugh, don't ask," Harry groaned. "Don't want to talk about it."
Ron shrugged affably. "Malfoy came by today," he said. "He brought food. My kind of Yule spirit." Ron smiled, looking pleased and well-fed and pointed to Harry's desk. "He left this for you."
It was a plate, with the requisite festive adornments on the rim, containing four cookies and three small caraway cakes, and a suspicious amount of crumbs. Harry looked at Ron accusingly.
Ron lifted his hands in self-defence. "You were late," he said. "Besides, Malfoy should know better than to leave me to look over cakes. They are delicious, by the way. You should try them."
Harry did try them, and they were delicious. He ate them all in short order, resolutely ignoring Ron's longing looks. However, they were small consolation to missing Malfoy's visit. Malfoy would be busy until the celebration at the end of the week, and after that he would be most probably taking his Christmas holiday. Harry might not see him again until January! It was almost enough to kill his appetite.
Fortunately Malfoy miraculously found the time to come around the next day too. He came regally ushering in a troupe of elves and a group of wizards and witches Harry had never seen before.
"Festive greeting to you all!" Malfoy began, all but bouncing on the balls of his feet from barely contained nervous energy. "I have brought offerings of food and drink," he said, gesturing for the elves to offer round the cookies, cakes, fruit and nuts they were carrying and pour out what looked suspiciously like eggnog to whoever was interested. "I have also brought you music. Please welcome the Hampshire Magical Choir. They have not only agreed to do us the great honour of singing at the celebration on Thursday, but I have also managed to prevail on their good-will to give us all a taster today of what they have in store for us."
Most of the Aurors present clapped enthusiastically. Malfoy looked around proudly for a while before gesturing for quiet. And then the choir started to sing.
Their voices rose and weaved together, filling the room with beautiful harmony. Harry hummed along in appreciation. He had never had the chance to experience or appreciate much music, but he found that he liked what he was hearing. The songs were uplifting and festive and the members of the choir were obviously enjoying themselves.
Once they finished, there was a lively round of applause and the singers scattered to chat with the assembled Aurors and secretaries. Malfoy took advantage of the lull to unobtrusively sneak up to Harry, who was standing on the sidelines munching on a caraway cake.
"Hi," Malfoy greeted him in an undertone.
"Hi, you too," Harry answered, after quickly swallowing his mouthful, in the same near whisper. "How's it going? You have been very busy lately. Everything under control?"
Malfoy attempted a small pained smile. "As much as it can be. Almost everything is ready for the big day. I took a small break today to bring you all the joy of music. But I still have a lot of work to do tomorrow." Malfoy paused briefly before adding with a proudly accomplished smirk. "The celebration is going to be brilliant!"
Now that Harry was getting a better look at him, the other man looked frazzled and not a little harried. He was dressed in the two-piece green robes once more, but his hair wasn't up to his usual neatly combed standard. An errant lock of soft blond hair fell over his forehead and dangled in front of one eye.
Without thinking about what he was doing, Harry carefully lifted a hand and smoothed the lock back. Malfoy suddenly went very very still, and Harry couldn't help letting the tips of his fingers lightly skim over his cheek and the sharp curve of his jaw line before pulling the hand back.
Malfoy looked at him for a long silent minute, a light flush on his cheeks and pupils big and large inside his wide unblinking eyes. "I have been thinking about you,” he finally said, voice rough and slightly unsteady. "When I've been able to think about anything else besides the Yule preparations, that is. I have been thinking about this. Being close to you. Touching you."
Harry swallowed thickly, feeling very hot and not a little trembly. Malfoy's eyes blazed bright and he continued in a voice that sounded like sex to Harry's ears. "More than that, though, I have been thinking about you touching me. I have been imagining how it would feel for you to undress me. Slowly. Piece by piece. How it would feel to stand naked in front of you and let your eyes devour me. Because they would, wouldn't they, Harry?" Malfoy paused and looked at Harry, waiting for a response.
Harry licked his dry lips and through a haze of unbearable arousal managed to make some sort of sound. "Uh huh."
The response seemed to satisfy Malfoy because he leaned even closer and went on. "And after you looked your fill, you would touch me. All over. Your hands would touch and caress and smooth over every part of me. They would touch me everywhere. Even in the most hidden, private places. Right, Harry?"
Harry nodded distractedly. He felt like was in a trance, a trance of Malfoy's making. He felt sure that he would do and say anything, anything, Malfoy asked at this moment. Anything to make the blond continue talking. Anything to keep that sinful throaty voice washing over him. A little longer and he was sure that Malfoy could make him come, with nothing more than the sound of his voice.
Malfoy smiled wolfishly, eyes feverish and bright, face flushed. "But touching wouldn't be enough for long. Would it, Harry? Soon you would want more. What would you want? What would you do then, Harry? Tell me."
Harry felt completely lost, the world was a bright haze of lights and sounds that only served to highlight Malfoy's face and Malfoy's voice. With great difficulty he tried responding, tried articulating any of the lewd images that were rushing through his mind. "Gnuh."
Malfoy leaned back, looking rather pleased and shaky. He lifted a trembling hand to smooth back his hair and looked down meaningfully at the obvious tenting of Harry's robes. "Good," he said, his voice taking on slightly more normal tones. "Think about that. Think about what you want to do to me, and tell me next time you see me."
Before Harry had time to react, to bring his spinning head under control, to grab Malfoy and keep him there until he finished what he started, the slippery Slytherin had gathered together his troupe of singers and elves and had left Auror Headquarters. Leaving Harry unfulfilled and very very aroused.
Harry leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes in pain and frustration. He would get back at the git. He would do everything he had said to him, and more. But for now, Harry had to find a way to get himself back under control, and then he could plan how he would give Malfoy the comeuppance he so finely deserved. Harry went a bit cross-eyed, thinking about the many delicious ways he could punish Malfoy.
Harry moved about the large room, slowly sipping his mug of spiced cider. Malfoy's Yule Festival was proving to be a great success. The lavish over-the-top decorations of the Ministry Atrium looked far better in the dim flickering light of the many scattered candles and flittering fairies.
The gift exchange at the start had gone quite well, all things considered. Cummings had seemed happy enough with his new fishing rod and Robards had actually cracked a small smile upon opening his own gift (Hermione truly was a wonder). Harry had been given a soft green scarf by a blushing secretary. He thanked her profusely and stuffed it in his pocket, for he had much bigger things to think about than gifts. Namely, getting Malfoy alone.
After the gift exchange the large, heavily laden banquet tables had been unveiled. Ron had sighed ecstatically and even Hermione had looked rather impressed. Harry had eaten roast pork and honey glazed turkey and fruit and cookies and caraway cake and he had drunk spiced cider, all the while searching for Malfoy.
Once everyone had eaten their fill, the pageant had started. All things considered, it had gone off quite well. The amateur actors had remembered most of their words and the costumes hadn't been too bad either. Nevertheless, Harry had been quite glad not to be up there with them. And at the end Harry had finally seen Malfoy as he came onto the stage to take his bows with the rest.
Harry had devoured him with his eyes while sipping the strong cider. Malfoy had burned brighter than any of the candles scattered round the room. His gleaming blond hair had shone impossibly brightly and his eyes had glittered like two large feverish jewels. He had stood tall and slim, vibrating with barely contained energy and nervousness. And to top it all he had been dressed in the most unbelievable silver robes. They had fallen around him like a dazzling, blinding, garish waterfall. Harry had wanted nothing more at that moment than to capture that radiant otherworldly creature as his own.
Without conscious volition, his feet had started to take him towards the stage, drawn like a moth to the flame that was Malfoy. Harry had been halfway there when Malfoy had taken his final bow and disappeared.
That had been almost an hour ago. Since then Harry had been drinking cider - he was now quite pleasantly tipsy - and trailing the glowing figure of Malfoy around the room. But Malfoy kept on flittering around like an overexcited fairy and giving him the slip whenever Harry got near. Harry's patience was starting to wear thin, but he wouldn't give up. He was determined to capture the elusive blond.
The choir was singing and the beautiful festive music echoed around the large room. Some couples were even trying to dance. But Harry had only eyes for the garish silver figure that was standing by a large wassail bowl and filling his mug. Harry carefully stalked up to his prey, hiding behind groups of chattering and laughing witches and wizards.
"Imagine finding you here," he whispered in Malfoy's ear once he had crept up on him. The blond started and turned around, almost spilling his drink.
"Potter!" Malfoy was flushed with excitement and strung as tight as a bow. Harry felt a strong wave of longing and covetousness crash over him. He knew without a doubt what he wanted for Yule.
"I got my Yule present," he said, pulling out the scarf to show Malfoy.
"It's very nice," Malfoy told him. "It suits your eyes."
Harry stuffed it back in his pocket and crowded Malfoy against the table. "But it's not what I wanted for Yule."
"No?" Malfoy asked curiously, his eyes flickering down to watch Harry slowly lick his lips.
"No," Harry answered. "I have yet to unwrap the present I want." He lifted his hand to touch and test the fine silver fabric of Malfoy's glittering robe. "And it's so prettily wrapped. The brightest, most eye-catching thing in the room."
Harry saw Malfoy swallow convulsively and felt him shiver slightly against him. "Yeah?" he asked Harry rather helplessly.
"Oh, yeah," Harry said, his voice almost descending into a growl. "The festival is a great success, everything is perfect. You are not needed here anymore. We are going to go somewhere private and tasteful, and I am going to unwrap my present. Okay?" Harry stared at Malfoy hotly, daring him to object.
After a second of staring back, Malfoy nodded jerkily, looking almost as aroused as Harry himself was, and let himself be steered through the crowd, Harry's palm hot and firm in the small of his back.
Harry surely and steadily led him to the lifts. During the short ride they orbited tensely around each other, unbearably close but never touching. Soon enough Harry had practically dragged Malfoy down the corridors and towards the door of Malfoy's office.
"Here?" Malfoy asked, taken aback.
"Do you know any place in the Ministry as nice as your office?" Harry asked. "Now hurry up and let us in!" Ever since he had visited the other man's office, Harry had been having increasingly vivid fantasies starring the beautiful room and its even more beautiful owner.
As soon as the door was firmly locked and soundproofed behind them, Harry pushed Malfoy towards his large desk. Harry had planned on being suave and deliberate. He had planned on seducing Malfoy slowly and devastatingly. But being finally so close to the man after what felt like endless months of torturous teasing and foreplay proved to be too much for him. He forgot all his elaborate plans and surrendered to his craving and kissed him. Malfoy wrapped his arms around Harry and compliantly opened his mouth under Harry's onslaught. Harry could practically feel the energy and magic crackling between them as they touched and breathed in each other's hot breath. Harry felt lost to the moment, to the perfect way their tongues twined and battled, to the overwhelming feeling of grinding his own clothed hard erection against Malfoy's answering one. He felt the wave rising and rising, any moment now it would crest…
With more strength than he knew he possessed, he wrenched himself away from the other man and took a couple of steps back. He stood heaving as he slowly felt his arousal subside to more manageable levels. Opposite him, Malfoy stood slumped against the desk in total disarray, looking confused and disappointed.
"Sorry," Harry said. "I almost got carried away. You're just so…" He stopped, frustrated, and combed a hand through his hair. "I don't want it to end so fast. No, I have a lot more than a quick fumble planned for you." Harry took a deep breath. Malfoy was staring at him, eyes wide and expectant. "No," Harry repeated. "You're going to pay for what you did to me on Tuesday. I'm going to be slow and thorough and by the time I finish with you, you're going to be begging for it. Do you understand?"
Harry couldn't stop his voice from quivering slightly. Planning and imagining what he would do to the other man was very different than actually doing it. Harry was amazed that he was actually going through with it. Thankfully, the more he spoke, the more he got into it and the more his confidence rose. However, there still remained a small, stubborn, insecure part of himself that was afraid that it would all turn out to be a joke and Malfoy would turn around and laugh at him.
He needn't have worried. Malfoy's eyes darkened with arousal as he gulped a large shuddering breath. "Oh, yes," he answered, looking eager and ready.
"Okay." Harry tried to ground himself, feeling more relieved than he could say, and get things back under control. "Do you remember what you told me on Tuesday? The things you imagined me doing to you?" Have you been thinking of little else since then? Like I have?
Malfoy nodded jerkily, looking very flustered.
"Good. Remind me... What was the first thing I was going to do to you?" Harry asked breathlessly, taking a small step closer.
"You were going to undress me," Malfoy answered, voice rough. Harry shuddered at the sound of it and nodded to Malfoy to continue. "Slowly. Piece by piece."
Harry stepped up to the trembling blond and did just that. He smoothed his hands up Malfoy's chest, enjoying the feel of the soft shimmery fabric, and started slowly unbuttoning the small jewel buttons down the front. Difficult as it was, he forced himself to go slowly and deliberately and was rewarded by the fine trembling of Malfoy's thin frame and the feverish intensity in his grey eyes.
Once Harry had undone all the buttons, he slowly peeled the robe off and let it fall to pool around Malfoy’s feet. "It truly is a beautiful robe," Harry murmured, hardly knowing where the words were coming from. "But not nearly as beautiful as what's hiding underneath." He knelt before the nearly naked man and helped him slowly step out of the pool of fabric before pulling off his shoes and thin knee-high socks one by one.
Harry stood once more to enjoy the sight of Malfoy in his outlandish underwear. "I assume these are traditional pure-blood undergarments?" he asked, finding them oddly appealing, as he touched the thin silky fabric of Malfoy's white undershirt before pulling it over his head.
"Yes," Malfoy hissed as Harry purposely accidentally skimmed the backs of his hands over his peaked nipples.
"Do you wear them every day?" Harry asked as he slowly undid the string ties on Malfoy's silky white underpants. They were rather loose and long, but were delightfully transparent and Harry was delighted to see that they had a nice large damp spot on the front of them.
"Yes, I do," Malfoy managed to answer in a hoarse whisper, just as Harry let his underpants drop, leaving him completely nude.
Harry smiled shakily, and stepped back. "Good. Now I'll know what you're wearing under those beautifully tailored robes every time you pay us a visit to put up a new announcement."
Malfoy kicked away the white underpants from around his ankles and looked expectantly at Harry. "What did you say I'd do next?" Harry asked, trying to keep his cool and play the game to the end.
"You'd look at me," Malfoy said seductively, his voice going straight to Harry's cock. "You'd stand back and admire me." Malfoy leaned back, forearms behind him and supporting him against the desk, and posed for Harry. He arched his back and widened his stance, displaying himself, as he gazed at Harry artfully from under lowered eyelids. Harry had never felt as aroused as this in his life. Minutes seemed to span out indefinitely as, suspended in time, he gazed upon the other man. This time Malfoy was dry and sober, but he was still every bit as alluring and breath-taking as Harry remembered him being.
For long minutes Harry memorised every feature in the familiar sly intelligent face. He started with the high proud forehead, the dark blond eyebrows and the large luminous eyes. Then he went on to the thin pointy nose, the sharp high cheekbones, the beautiful complexion, now flushed and glowing. He couldn't help but linger at the cruel but seductive pink mouth that was curved into a knowing and provocative smirk.
Then Harry stroked his eyes over the convulsing Adam's apple and the long graceful neck and the wide angular shoulders. He lowered his gaze to map out the thin, smooth, practically hairless chest, enjoying the light blush that covered it and the way it heaved as Malfoy took deep stuttering breaths and eyeing the peaked pink nipples that stood out proudly. He counted Malfoy's ribs and examined the small neat belly-button in his soft but flat belly. Harry could almost see the rapid beating of Malfoy's pulse under his pale skin. He licked his lips as he eyed the blond trail that led to coarse blond curls and an appealing erect cock, flushed red and glistening. Harry's fingers yearned to reach out and touch. Finally he looked down a pair of long lean legs covered in fair, nearly invisible downy hair.
"What would I do after that?" Harry asked unsteadily, as he gazed, mesmerised, at Malfoy's long bony feet and impossibly elegant toes.
"You would touch me." Malfoy's voice was raspy and brittle and it splintered into a million sounds. It was almost more than Harry could bear and maintain his sanity. "You would touch me absolutely everywhere."
Harry almost stumbled in his eagerness as he stepped up to the quivering blond once more and followed the trail his gaze had taken with his shaky hands as slowly as he could. He touched the glistening lips and stroked the soft cheeks tenderly before going lower. He felt the delicate neck almost diffidently, the pulse point beating strong and erratically fast under his palm. He smoothed over the angular bony shoulders, feeling the bone so close under the skin. He briefly slid the tips of his fingers over the strong slender arms and the narrow bony hands. He slowly caressed the flat shaking chest, thumbing the irresistible pink nipples, and got a pained cut-off moan in response.
Malfoy's breathing was loud and gasping as Harry continued his journey as steadily as he possibly could. He was amazed that he had been allowed to get so far. He was blown away by the fact Malfoy eagerly accepted his touches, leaning into them almost hungrily. He skimmed his calloused palms over Malfoy's sides, feeling the delicate ribs, and lightly danced his fingers over the fluttering stomach. Malfoy was obviously trembling and his rasping pants were intersected with small, almost inaudible moans.
Harry was so hard that his erection was pressing painfully against his constricting trousers. He took a minute to try in vain to arrange himself more comfortably before continuing; Malfoy deserved his complete undivided attention. He knelt down to stroke his hands down the long muscled legs and over the bony feet. He eyed the tantalising erection for a couple of minutes before lightly touching it with his fingertips. Malfoy moaned louder. "Please..." Malfoy's voice sounded raspy and needy, but Harry wasn't finished yet.
Harry stood back up to gather Malfoy in his arms. "Shh," he whispered in his ear. "I'm not finished yet. Just a little more. You're doing very well. You can make it." Harry hardly knew if he was trying to comfort and reassure Malfoy or himself.
Malfoy leaned his head on Harry's shoulder, oddly patient and accepting despite his arousal, and Harry started smoothing his hand down Malfoy's back, counting each vertebra slowly. Harry was as hard as he had ever been in his life, but he was determined to follow through to the end, exactly the way he had planned it. Eventually he reached the small of Malfoy's back. His hands lingered there a while, finding the small hollow an inviting place to rest.
"There are so many wonderful places on your body," he whispered in Malfoy's ear, making him shudder. "But this has to be one of my favourites. I like it almost as much as I like this part." He swiftly lowered his hands and grasped Malfoy's arse in a strong grip. Malfoy started and moaned loudly. Harry began to knead the soft but firm cheeks in his hands. "Perfect," he whispered. "A perfect handful."
Malfoy continued moaning and started rubbing his leaking erection against Harry in small frantic circles as Harry continued kneading his arse, pulling the cheeks apart before squeezing them back together again. Eventually he let one hand go and let the fingers of that hand dip into the hidden crevice between. Malfoy's moans were getting louder by the minute, reverberating through his slim shaking body as Harry held it tight against him. He was rubbing his cock against Harry even more urgently.
Harry had never held himself back for so long; his leaking cock was throbbing against the unforgiving seam of his trousers and his underwear was feeling damp and uncomfortable. The temptation to give in and seek a swift relief, both for himself and Malfoy, was overwhelming. It took more strength of will than he realised he had to remind himself that going through with what he had planned would ultimately be more satisfying for the both of them.
Reining himself back under control, he carefully stroked his shaking fingers through the tight hot valley, exploring. He passed over Malfoy's small swirled entrance, once, twice. Each time a strong convulsive shudder wracked Malfoy's slight frame as his arms wrapped round Harry in a punishing grip. With his index finger Harry circled the hidden sensitive spot again and again, keeping his touch gentle and teasing. Malfoy's grip became impossibly stronger as he shuddered continually. "Oh Merlin," he moaned softly in Harry's ear. "Please, oh please…" he demanded impatiently as he wriggled in Harry's arms, trying to get more friction. Harry stopped the motion of his finger and slowly and carefully pushed just the tip inside. It was impossibly tight and unbelievably hot.
He felt himself shudder and his cock lurched dangerously. "Ah..." Malfoy let out a long drawn out moan and his cock jerked against Harry, leaking hot liquid. Harry breathed deeply for a couple of dizzying minutes, trying to bring them both back from the dangerous precipice. "Not yet," he whispered shakily, making Malfoy whimper disappointedly in response.
Once he felt slightly more in control of himself, he asked Malfoy once more. "What comes next? What do I do now?"
Long minutes passed and all that could be heard were Malfoy's deep shuddering breaths as they echoed through the room. "Well? Tell me," Harry finally prompted harshly. He was nearing the end of his rope, but he would be damned if he'd let Malfoy off. He had started the game after all.
"Anything you want. Anything, just please…" Malfoy eventually pleaded sulkily, his voice a dragging demanding whine. "Harry..." he breathed, softly, breathlessly. That's it, Harry thought. I won. He wants this, he wants me, just as much as I do. Finally the last of Harry's misgivings, that Malfoy couldn't possibly really want him, couldn't actually be attracted to Harry of all people, fell away. Harry's heart expanded in gratitude and a feeling very close to happiness.
"Shh…" Harry breathed soothingly in Malfoy's ear as he stroked his sides comfortingly. "It's okay. I've got you." And I'll hold on to you, for as long as you let me. He bit down on Malfoy's pale shoulder, leaving a livid red mark. Malfoy whimpered, loud and delighted, as he pushed back into the bite. He hummed with pleasure as Harry stroked the mark delicately with his tongue. Harry lifted him onto the desk and pushed him down until his back lay flat on it, his legs dangling off the edge. Malfoy went easily, compliantly, and Harry leaned over him, kissing his delicious pink mouth once more.
This time Malfoy's hands went up into Harry's hair, grasping it painfully. His naked body undulated under Harry's heavier clothed one as the kiss dragged out. For long minutes they kissed as Harry's hands rested against Malfoy's delicate breast bones, his thumbs stroking the smooth thin skin. They kissed, mouths impossibly wide, Malfoy trying to pull Harry improbably closer and making small strange noises of pleasure and contentment. Kissing Malfoy made Harry forget everything except this, the simple overwhelming act of kissing Malfoy's sweet mouth. Harry felt that he could continue doing just this for all eternity and be happy and perfectly satisfied.
After long moments had passed, Harry managed to drag his damp mouth away from Malfoy's demanding addictive one. He slid his open mouth over the sharp cheekbone and trailed his questing tongue over the angled jaw line. He stopped for a second to suck on the protruding Adam's apple and savour the cry it elicited. After that came the clavicle and long minutes spent sucking on one dainty nipple and then the other as the moans turned into frustrated sobs and requests for more. Soon after that he licked carefully down the slightly protruding ribs and dipped his tongue into the quivering belly button. That earned a loud yelp and a painful tug on his hair that almost ripped handfuls out.
Eventually he took pity on the other man and licked around the base of his painfully hard cock before taking one nicely rounded ball in his mouth. "Harry, please, oh please. So close. I need...please..." An exquisite litany of pleas streamed from Malfoy's mouth, urging Harry forward. Taking pity on him, Harry mouthed his way up his hard shaft and licked around the wet domed head. "Oh, yeah. Don't stop. Just like that… Harry."
With a firm grip, Harry held Malfoy's slim hips steady against the desktop as he hollowed out his cheeks and sucked as much of his erection as he could in his mouth. Malfoy was so near the edge that it hardly took any time before, crying in release and shaking his head uncontrollably from side to side, he came violently in Harry's mouth. Harry held him carefully until the aftershocks subsided, one hand snaking down to grasp his own painful erection tightly to stop himself from following Malfoy.
After spitting his mouthful on the floor, Harry climbed up Malfoy's supine, exhausted body to pepper small butterfly kisses all over his heaving chest. Malfoy was trying his best to articulate some sort of response. "That was.. That was… Oh Merlin." He breathed deeply for a little while before trying again. "I can't remember it ever being like that before."
Harry smirked, satisfied, into the hot sweaty skin of Malfoy's chest. "I haven't finished yet," he informed him and felt Malfoy tremble in anticipation. "Oh, oh…" was all the exhausted, but eagerly anticipating, blond could answer.
Carefully, he turned the still recovering man around to lie on his front. Harry stroked his fingers through the matted and damp strands of Malfoy's hair, before lifting the longish locks from the back of his neck and tenderly kissing the impossibly pale skin that lay hidden. Malfoy practically sobbed in response. "Shh…" Harry whispered comfortingly, and started slowly kissing down Malfoy's protruding spine, laying a lingering kiss on each and every vertebra. By the time he had reached the sweet dip above the swell of Malfoy's perfect buttocks and lapped at the sweat that had pooled there, Malfoy was moaning non-stop and squirming against the hard wood desktop, slowly becoming aroused once more. Harry grinned. Good, he thought. I don't want him to ever forget tonight.
Harry moved lower still and rubbed his cheek against one perfectly round buttock, while gripping the other strongly in his palm. He opened his mouth and tasted the smooth salty skin with the flat of his tongue before biting down hard on a particularly succulent soft spot. Malfoy's back arched impossibly and he yowled loudly. Harry spent a couple of seconds kissing and laving the reddening mark with his tongue, before grasping both buttocks firmly and pulling them apart. Above him Malfoy was mewling and panting while he writhed against the desk.
Harry swallowed thickly, feeling nervously excited. He had never done anything like this before, he had never wanted to. But now, as he kneeled before Malfoy's most hidden place and the blond whimpered breathlessly above him, he found he wanted to so much that his mouth watered at the thought. He poked his nose into the cleft, inhaling Malfoy's private scent. He smelled hot damp skin, sharp sweat and the almost cloying smell of male arousal. With the flat of his tongue he licked a big broad swipe all the way from the sensitive skin behind the prone man's balls to the end of his tailbone. Malfoy yowled once more and began to beg. "Please, oh pleeease...Harry… I want… I need…"
Harry kept up the big broad swipes of his tongue as Malfoy slowly fractured below him into small shards of desire, need, arousal, abandon and sweet submission. Once he was satisfied that the other man was nothing more than a piteous bundle of oversensitive nerves and breathless acquiescence, he started methodically tonguing his small furled entrance. He circled around it with his tongue and scraped his teeth carefully over the edges. Malfoy's reverberating moans and demanding whines became louder and louder and more and more abandoned.
Harry continued to hold Malfoy open with just one hand as he used the other to hold himself tightly. He didn't want to risk coming yet. His soaking underpants squelched uncomfortably against his throbbing cock and his ears had started to ring. Ignoring his own discomfort he furled his tongue into a point and slowly started easing it into the receptive hole. He could hear Malfoy alternately mewling and crying out above him as he thrust his tongue as deep as it would go again and again, and retracted it to close his mouth around the fluttering entrance and suck. Malfoy was constantly writhing and wriggling under Harry's hold, trying to push back and get Harry to go deeper. Trying to give him what he wanted Harry slipped an index finger in beside his tongue. "Harry, Harry!" Malfoy was practically screaming above him, his voice hoarse and breaking. "More, more! I need… please."
Harry's cock gave a dangerous lurch in his punishing grip. That was it. He couldn't take any more. He fumbled inside his pocket to find and thumb open the tube of lube he had slipped into his pocket before leaving home, all the time tonguing Malfoy's entrance. Once he had coated the fingers of one hand with the viscous liquid, he slithered up Malfoy's quivering form, replacing his tongue with his fingers. He pumped his fingers, trying to stretch the opening as he fumbled with his trousers, attempting to finally, finally free himself. With an effort he managed to push his trousers and sopping wet underpants down his hips just enough to free his dripping cock.
"Harry... Harry…"Malfoy was now making strange impatient whinging noises, all the while arching his back and pushing his arse back to meet Harry's thrusting fingers, trying to get them go as deep as he could. Harry kissed the side of his neck tenderly and whispered hotly. "That's it. Just a little longer and then I'm going to give you what you want." What we both want.
Once he couldn't hold back any longer, Harry pulled his fingers out and quickly replaced them with his needy cock. It took just one forceful long thrust to sheath himself completely inside the other man. Malfoy threw his head back and screamed exultantly, his whole body shaking and convulsing under Harry's weight. Harry's vision blurred around the edges and his pulse beat wildly through his whole body. The feeling of heat and constriction was almost more than he could stand. To ground himself he grabbed hold of Malfoy's wildly scrambling hands and laced their fingers together in a strong grip, holding them down. Malfoy wriggled restlessly under him. "Don't stop. I need you to fuck me now!" he choked out, voice raw and implacable. Incapable of ignoring such an order, Harry began kissing Malfoy's wet cheeks and damp eyelashes as he fucked him with hard deep strokes. He was certain that this feeling right now, this was heaven.
Malfoy yowled and moaned and pushed back against each thrust eagerly. As much as his own urgent need let him, Harry tried to give him what he wanted. Eventually he got the angle right and Malfoy started screaming, the ecstatic sound filling the room so loudly that Harry's desperate groans and growls were completely drowned out. It felt so incredible and so unbelievably right that Harry wished it could last forever. He was burning up from the inside, the intensity of it all was so much that he didn't know how he could bear it. His heart thudded loudly and painfully inside his aching ribcage in steady counterpoint to the wild birdlike beating of the heart he could feel under him.
Harry was cresting high, so high that he felt he was losing himself, so high that he could barely feel his limbs. He could barely feel anything but the inconceivable feeling that was rushing through him. He squeezed Malfoy's hands tightly, arched his back, and with a large bellow was coming and coming, and soon he was going to bleed himself dry into Malfoy's accepting body.
Harry must have blacked out, because he opened his eyes to a feeling of unimaginable languor and peace. He rubbed himself in distraction and satisfaction against the damp slender body beneath him for a couple of hazy minutes before realising that Malfoy was sobbing and begging as he ineffectually humped against the table.
Almost as if in a dream, Harry turned to his side, pulling Malfoy's limp body with him. Comfortably spooning the other man, he let go of one of his hands to stroke down his hot sweaty sternum and grab his erection in a strong grip. "Yesss…" Malfoy hissed as Harry wanked him with a quick thorough rhythm. In almost no time Malfoy came with a plaintive drawn out moan of relief and then collapsed bonelessly in Harry's arms.
Harry made himself more comfortable on the hard desk and pulled his precious warm bundle as close to him as he could, wrapping his arms against the bony frame.
After dozing off for an interminable amount of time, Harry slowly woke up to find that Malfoy had awoke and turned around in his arms, flinging a long leg over Harry. He had unbuttoned Harry's robes and shirt and was busy exploring his exposed chest with his hands and tongue. Harry lay still for a couple of minutes, enjoying the pleasurable attention.
Soon, however, he looked down at Malfoy's blond head, and stroked his hand through the still damp hair. "Hey, there," he whispered. "Come up here." Malfoy complied agreeably, licking a long wet stripe up Harry's front until they were lying face to face, so close their noses almost touched.
Harry gave a small tired smile and cupped Malfoy's cheek with his palm, stroking the smooth skin with the pad of his thumb. "Draco," he breathed. Malfoy, Draco, grinned brilliantly, his teeth flashing, and in perfect accord they moved closer to each other until they were kissing once more.
Harry continued to cradle the blond's cheek in one hand as the other moved over his shoulder and down his spine to rest easily in the inviting dip in the small of his back. Malfoy's restless hands continued to explore Harry's front before twining round his neck.
The kiss was slow and languorous and comfortable, with frequent breaks for breath or for smaller kisses to the corner of a mouth or the tip of a nose. Harry hummed in lazy enjoyment, a feeling of contentment stealing over him.
Slowly, naturally, the long kiss drew to an end and they simply lay together, noses touching, exhalations intermingling, legs intertwined.
After a while Harry could no longer ignore the hardness of the desk. "M.. Draco, come home with me," he asked the other man in a low careful voice, the familiar feeling of fear creeping over him once more.
Malfoy smiled and tried to smooth down Harry's wild hair. "I don't mind if I do," he answered, the nonchalance of his voice belied by the delight in his eyes. "Only I think you should be on the bottom this time. What do you think?" he added as an afterthought.
Harry breathed a silent sigh of relief, a bright spark of hope blossoming in his chest. Things were going to be just fine. He smiled easily at the other man, all worries gone. "I think that you were right. I am very much enjoying Yule so far."
Malfoy laughed and waggled his eyebrows. "Wait until Imbolc," he told Harry mysteriously.
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Title: Traditions and Innuendo
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. All characters engaging in sexual activity are 16 years or older.
Summary:The last thing Harry wants is for Malfoy to jam another pure-blood tradition down his throat, especially if he's going to be so flirtatious while doing it.
Warnings:explicit sex, overabundance of UST, cringeworthy innuendoes, possible mangling of Yule traditions
Word Count: ~18.800
Author's Notes:This was written for cassie_black12 for the 2009 hp_yule_balls .
Many, many thanks to my gorgeous beta raisinous_fiend for putting up with my bad grammar, impossible tardiness and panic attacks. And also for being brutally honest and not letting me get away with anything. All remaining inconsistencies are mine.
Traditions and Innuendo
Part 2/2
part 1
Harry saw Malfoy again the very next day. He came early in the day to make another announcement. Ron popped his head into Harry’s office eagerly when he arrived. "Come on. Malfoy’s here again. Let’s see what he has to say."
Ron was obviously keeping something back. "You have insider information, don’t you?" Harry asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Maybe." Ron tried to smile mysteriously as he led Harry towards the group of congregated Aurors.
Malfoy stood in the centre, tall, slim, and glowing in blood-red robes. Harry was surprised how well the deep colour suited the pale blond. He made a note to get a set of red sheets if everything went well.
Malfoy was holding a red pointy wizard’s hat, the rim decorated with an intricate holly and ivy design, in his hand. "As you know, Yule is coming up," he was saying. "Preparations are under way for the festivities on the twentieth. I would like to remind you that if anyone would like to take part in the pageant, it is still not too late." Malfoy looked around hopefully, but most of the gathered crowd averted their eyes shiftily, Harry amongst them.
Malfoy gave a put-upon sigh. "Ah, well," he said, sounding like a disappointed parent, before looking around cheerfully once more. "Never mind. You can still participate in the Yule traditions. Another well-known Yule tradition is the exchange of gifts."
"What did I tell you? Just like Christmas," Ron whispered in Harry’s ear as he elbowed him rather sharply in the ribs.
Malfoy held up the hat and looked around to make sure everyone was paying attention. Noises of interest and apprehension could be heard throughout the room. "I have put all your names in the Yule Hat," he explained. "You will all draw a name to see who you will be gifting this year. To make it more fun and exciting, I will please ask you all to keep the name of the recipient of your gift secret until the gift exchange that will take part in the beginning of the Yule festivities."
Malfoy looked around, eyes bright and excited and a pleased smirk on his lips. Harry hated exchanging gifts with people he didn’t know well enough, but for Malfoy he’d make an effort.
One by one all the Aurors and secretaries picked a name from the hat. Harry found it amusing seeing who looked pleased, who disappointed and who thoughtful. When his turn came, Malfoy gave him his special warm smile. "Hello there," he said.
"Hello there, you too." Harry couldn’t help smiling goofily as he answered back, putting the folded piece of parchment in his pocket without opening it.
Harry stood by as Malfoy gave out the rest of the names, his heart beating inexplicably fast. He combed his hands through his hair, trying to smooth it back. Soon enough Malfoy came to stand next to him, and together they looked over the assembled witches and wizards as they gazed at their parchments, looking perplexed, or held quiet discussions in groups of twos and threes.
"My work here is done," Malfoy told Harry, sounding pleased with himself. Harry just hummed in reply and Malfoy turned to look at him. "Presents are fun," he said. "Even you must agree with that."
"I do enjoy receiving presents, that’s true," Harry agreed grudgingly.
"You just don’t like giving them?"
Harry cringed. Put that way, it sounded rather bad. "It’s not that. I’m pants at choosing them, that’s all. And for someone I don’t know that well? I’m guaranteed to make a mess of it."
Malfoy gave him a comforting pat on the shoulder, his hand lingering just a little too long. "Don’t worry about it so much. It’s all simple fun. It’s the thought that counts, and all that rot."
Harry shrugged noncommittally.
"What about the pageant then? Are you sure you don’t want to take part?" Malfoy asked, changing the subject.
"Definite." Harry couldn’t decide whether to laugh or shudder at the thought of himself on stage in a fancy costume. "You just want to see me in tights," he said, giving Malfoy a suggestive look.
Malfoy gave his habitual short sharp laugh. "You caught me out," he said, eyes twinkling. "This whole Yule lark was nothing but a ploy to get you into tights."
"I knew it!" Harry was oddly enjoying himself. Once he stopped being so anxious and uptight, this flirting business turned out to be actually quite fun.
"Well," Malfoy said, playfully waggling his eyebrows, "with a killer arse like that, it would have been a crime if I didn’t at least try."
Harry blushed at the compliment, but told his hammering heart to calm down and tried to be nonchalant. "Thanks for noticing."
The blond grinned and shrugged. "I make it my business to notice things like that."
"Oh, so how many other.... attractive arses have you noticed in the Ministry?" Harry asked, trying to play it as casual as he could, while holding his breath for the answer.
"A few," Malfoy answered breezily. "But don’t worry, yours is the best."
Malfoy was leaning close to Harry, two twin spots of pink blooming fetchingly on his high cheekbones, and large grey eyes glittering. He looked like he was having a good time bantering like this with Harry, and Harry would be lying if he said he wasn’t having a good time too. The heady feeling he always got while close to Malfoy, combined with the intoxicating smell of his cologne ,was making him quite light-headed. He hoped he managed to keep his cool and not slip up and say anything stupid.
"You know," he told Malfoy, leaning forward to lower his voice conspiratorially, "maybe you should play in the pageant. I’m sure you’re good at acting, and you would definitely look great in tights."
Malfoy blushed, looking inordinately pleased with the compliment, and Harry felt a strange warm feeling blossom in his chest. He suddenly decided it would be well worth his time to brush up on his complimenting skills.
"Why thank you, kind sir." Malfoy gave an impish little bow, doffing the Yule Hat. Harry couldn’t help but laugh, finding him adorable. "While it’s true that I look good in almost anything..." Except that bright orange robe, Harry couldn’t help thinking. "...and I’m not lacking in thespian talent, unfortunately I can’t take part in the pageant for I happen to be the director," Malfoy explained with a superior smirk.
Harry wondered if Malfoy had ever heard of delegating, or if he was simply a control freak.
"You seem to be a wizard of many talents," Harry told him. "Just make sure you don’t bite off more than you can chew."
Malfoy smirked, and looked caught between being flattered and offended. "I have many many talents," he said, looking at Harry slyly. "I could show you some of them sometime, if you want. And don’t worry, I never bite off more than I chew." His voice dropped. "You might be amazed by how big a mouthful I can manage." Strangely enough, he looked almost shy after saying that, his cheeks and the tips of his ears going delightfully pink.
Harry found himself getting rather hot and bothered too. "I… um... that's nice to know," he said in a low voice and offered Malfoy a tentative smile.
"Yeah…" Malfoy had never sounded this uncertain before. "Well, you know, you are welcome to see for yourself any time you want," he added with a passable approximation of his usual hauteur.
"So you've said before," Harry couldn't help reminding him. "But, you know, I think I just might." Harry held his breath, hoping that he wasn't making a mistake in taking the chance.
But instead of laughing, as Harry still half-feared he would, Malfoy smiled at him, looking pleased and oddly bashful, certainly not nearly as poised as he usually did. "I'd like that a lot," he practically whispered.
Harry felt his insides unclench in relief. He had given in and hadn't lost the game, he hadn't been laughed at. Actually things were looking rather good at the moment. He briefly wondered if he should try pushing it, but he suddenly found himself feeling rather timid. They ended up spending a couple of awkward minutes standing close together in silence before Malfoy spoke again in something closer to his normal voice.
"I've got to get going," he told Harry. "I have to spread the joy of gift giving to the rest of the Ministry." He smirked his usual haughty smirk but it came out looking crooked. Harry felt a flutter deep in his chest.
"Yeah, right." Harry cleared his throat. "Good luck then and continue the good work, I'll be seeing you." Soon, I hope.
Malfoy grimaced. "What with arrangements for the celebration, I'm going to be very busy for the next week." Harry couldn't help feeling disappointed, but unsurprised to hear that. "But, I will try to pop round at least once more. It would be a shame not to share some more Yule traditions with my esteemed fellow Aurors."
"Yes, it would be a shame," Harry answered, giving Malfoy an eloquent look. Malfoy blushed, looking pleased, and with a hasty good-bye was soon gone.
Putting his hands in his pockets, Harry strolled back to his cubicle, fighting unsuccessfully to keep the soppy smile of his face. Once he was seated, instead of following the usual course of swiftly unbuttoning his trousers, he rested his chin on his palm and sighed dreamily, his eyes going unfocused.
Unfortunately his pleasant reverie was interrupted by Ron ambling into his cubicle a little while later. Ron sat down and looked around furtively before leaning towards Harry. "Well?" he asked. "Who did you get?"
It took Harry a while to understand what Ron was talking about. When he did, he reached into his pocket for the forgotten piece of parchment. He couldn't help feeling disappointed once he saw the name. "Cummings," he said morosely. "I have no idea what to get for the man!" he practically wailed.
Ron looked musing for a couple of minutes. "It can't be too hard," he said. "He must have some kind of hobby, or something." When Harry just looked at him blankly, he continued. "There must be something the man likes that you know about!"
Harry thought for a few minutes, but couldn't come up with much. "Dunno," he said. "Don't think he likes much besides following rules and regulations and fishing. Merlin, would he bloody shut up with the fishing!"
Ron sat back complacently. "Well that's it, innit? Get him some fishing tackle or whatnot. Shouldn't be too hard."
Harry sat back and thought about it. That actually wasn't a half bad idea. "Thanks, Ron," he said. "You're a life-saver."
Ron flashed a grin. "That's what friends are for." The grin quickly disappeared however. "Now that I solved your present problem, who's going to help me?"
"Who did you get?" Harry asked curiously.
"Head Auror Robards!" Ron moaned despairingly. And Harry didn't blame him. Robards was a difficult and inscrutable man, not to mention their superior. He shrugged uselessly.
"Unfortunately I can't help you with that, mate," he said. "You'll have to go to Hermione. She's the only one who can save you."
Ron looked glum. "That's what I feared," he said.
They sat for a while in companionable silence before Ron left to be moody somewhere else. Harry opened a file he was working on, but thoughts of Malfoy quickly intruded once more. With only the slightest twinge of guilt, he closed the file and returned to the pleasant daydreams of the blond.
True to his predictions, Malfoy spent the rest of the week in a flurry of anxious activity. Harry hardly saw him, and when he did, it was usually nothing more than a glimpse of a bright blob of frenzied activity rushing through the Ministry corridors in a flurry of extravagant robes, barked commands and nerves. Harry found himself not a little dismayed that they didn't have a chance for another little chat. Over the weekend he even considered getting his address from Hermione and fire-calling him, but he soon realised how pathetic that would look and patiently waited for Monday.
When Malfoy came round to Auror Headquarters on Monday, Harry predictably wasn't there.
After spending the whole Monday morning and most of the midday too hunting down a difficult lead on one of his cases, Harry returned to the Ministry tired and hungry. He found Ron sprawled out in the guest chair in his cubicle, reading an old Quidditch magazine.
"Make yourself at home," Harry told him as he collapsed into his own chair with an audible sigh of relief.
Ron put down the magazine and looked Harry over. "How'd it go? Find anything?"
"Ugh, don't ask," Harry groaned. "Don't want to talk about it."
Ron shrugged affably. "Malfoy came by today," he said. "He brought food. My kind of Yule spirit." Ron smiled, looking pleased and well-fed and pointed to Harry's desk. "He left this for you."
It was a plate, with the requisite festive adornments on the rim, containing four cookies and three small caraway cakes, and a suspicious amount of crumbs. Harry looked at Ron accusingly.
Ron lifted his hands in self-defence. "You were late," he said. "Besides, Malfoy should know better than to leave me to look over cakes. They are delicious, by the way. You should try them."
Harry did try them, and they were delicious. He ate them all in short order, resolutely ignoring Ron's longing looks. However, they were small consolation to missing Malfoy's visit. Malfoy would be busy until the celebration at the end of the week, and after that he would be most probably taking his Christmas holiday. Harry might not see him again until January! It was almost enough to kill his appetite.
Fortunately Malfoy miraculously found the time to come around the next day too. He came regally ushering in a troupe of elves and a group of wizards and witches Harry had never seen before.
"Festive greeting to you all!" Malfoy began, all but bouncing on the balls of his feet from barely contained nervous energy. "I have brought offerings of food and drink," he said, gesturing for the elves to offer round the cookies, cakes, fruit and nuts they were carrying and pour out what looked suspiciously like eggnog to whoever was interested. "I have also brought you music. Please welcome the Hampshire Magical Choir. They have not only agreed to do us the great honour of singing at the celebration on Thursday, but I have also managed to prevail on their good-will to give us all a taster today of what they have in store for us."
Most of the Aurors present clapped enthusiastically. Malfoy looked around proudly for a while before gesturing for quiet. And then the choir started to sing.
Their voices rose and weaved together, filling the room with beautiful harmony. Harry hummed along in appreciation. He had never had the chance to experience or appreciate much music, but he found that he liked what he was hearing. The songs were uplifting and festive and the members of the choir were obviously enjoying themselves.
Once they finished, there was a lively round of applause and the singers scattered to chat with the assembled Aurors and secretaries. Malfoy took advantage of the lull to unobtrusively sneak up to Harry, who was standing on the sidelines munching on a caraway cake.
"Hi," Malfoy greeted him in an undertone.
"Hi, you too," Harry answered, after quickly swallowing his mouthful, in the same near whisper. "How's it going? You have been very busy lately. Everything under control?"
Malfoy attempted a small pained smile. "As much as it can be. Almost everything is ready for the big day. I took a small break today to bring you all the joy of music. But I still have a lot of work to do tomorrow." Malfoy paused briefly before adding with a proudly accomplished smirk. "The celebration is going to be brilliant!"
Now that Harry was getting a better look at him, the other man looked frazzled and not a little harried. He was dressed in the two-piece green robes once more, but his hair wasn't up to his usual neatly combed standard. An errant lock of soft blond hair fell over his forehead and dangled in front of one eye.
Without thinking about what he was doing, Harry carefully lifted a hand and smoothed the lock back. Malfoy suddenly went very very still, and Harry couldn't help letting the tips of his fingers lightly skim over his cheek and the sharp curve of his jaw line before pulling the hand back.
Malfoy looked at him for a long silent minute, a light flush on his cheeks and pupils big and large inside his wide unblinking eyes. "I have been thinking about you,” he finally said, voice rough and slightly unsteady. "When I've been able to think about anything else besides the Yule preparations, that is. I have been thinking about this. Being close to you. Touching you."
Harry swallowed thickly, feeling very hot and not a little trembly. Malfoy's eyes blazed bright and he continued in a voice that sounded like sex to Harry's ears. "More than that, though, I have been thinking about you touching me. I have been imagining how it would feel for you to undress me. Slowly. Piece by piece. How it would feel to stand naked in front of you and let your eyes devour me. Because they would, wouldn't they, Harry?" Malfoy paused and looked at Harry, waiting for a response.
Harry licked his dry lips and through a haze of unbearable arousal managed to make some sort of sound. "Uh huh."
The response seemed to satisfy Malfoy because he leaned even closer and went on. "And after you looked your fill, you would touch me. All over. Your hands would touch and caress and smooth over every part of me. They would touch me everywhere. Even in the most hidden, private places. Right, Harry?"
Harry nodded distractedly. He felt like was in a trance, a trance of Malfoy's making. He felt sure that he would do and say anything, anything, Malfoy asked at this moment. Anything to make the blond continue talking. Anything to keep that sinful throaty voice washing over him. A little longer and he was sure that Malfoy could make him come, with nothing more than the sound of his voice.
Malfoy smiled wolfishly, eyes feverish and bright, face flushed. "But touching wouldn't be enough for long. Would it, Harry? Soon you would want more. What would you want? What would you do then, Harry? Tell me."
Harry felt completely lost, the world was a bright haze of lights and sounds that only served to highlight Malfoy's face and Malfoy's voice. With great difficulty he tried responding, tried articulating any of the lewd images that were rushing through his mind. "Gnuh."
Malfoy leaned back, looking rather pleased and shaky. He lifted a trembling hand to smooth back his hair and looked down meaningfully at the obvious tenting of Harry's robes. "Good," he said, his voice taking on slightly more normal tones. "Think about that. Think about what you want to do to me, and tell me next time you see me."
Before Harry had time to react, to bring his spinning head under control, to grab Malfoy and keep him there until he finished what he started, the slippery Slytherin had gathered together his troupe of singers and elves and had left Auror Headquarters. Leaving Harry unfulfilled and very very aroused.
Harry leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes in pain and frustration. He would get back at the git. He would do everything he had said to him, and more. But for now, Harry had to find a way to get himself back under control, and then he could plan how he would give Malfoy the comeuppance he so finely deserved. Harry went a bit cross-eyed, thinking about the many delicious ways he could punish Malfoy.
Harry moved about the large room, slowly sipping his mug of spiced cider. Malfoy's Yule Festival was proving to be a great success. The lavish over-the-top decorations of the Ministry Atrium looked far better in the dim flickering light of the many scattered candles and flittering fairies.
The gift exchange at the start had gone quite well, all things considered. Cummings had seemed happy enough with his new fishing rod and Robards had actually cracked a small smile upon opening his own gift (Hermione truly was a wonder). Harry had been given a soft green scarf by a blushing secretary. He thanked her profusely and stuffed it in his pocket, for he had much bigger things to think about than gifts. Namely, getting Malfoy alone.
After the gift exchange the large, heavily laden banquet tables had been unveiled. Ron had sighed ecstatically and even Hermione had looked rather impressed. Harry had eaten roast pork and honey glazed turkey and fruit and cookies and caraway cake and he had drunk spiced cider, all the while searching for Malfoy.
Once everyone had eaten their fill, the pageant had started. All things considered, it had gone off quite well. The amateur actors had remembered most of their words and the costumes hadn't been too bad either. Nevertheless, Harry had been quite glad not to be up there with them. And at the end Harry had finally seen Malfoy as he came onto the stage to take his bows with the rest.
Harry had devoured him with his eyes while sipping the strong cider. Malfoy had burned brighter than any of the candles scattered round the room. His gleaming blond hair had shone impossibly brightly and his eyes had glittered like two large feverish jewels. He had stood tall and slim, vibrating with barely contained energy and nervousness. And to top it all he had been dressed in the most unbelievable silver robes. They had fallen around him like a dazzling, blinding, garish waterfall. Harry had wanted nothing more at that moment than to capture that radiant otherworldly creature as his own.
Without conscious volition, his feet had started to take him towards the stage, drawn like a moth to the flame that was Malfoy. Harry had been halfway there when Malfoy had taken his final bow and disappeared.
That had been almost an hour ago. Since then Harry had been drinking cider - he was now quite pleasantly tipsy - and trailing the glowing figure of Malfoy around the room. But Malfoy kept on flittering around like an overexcited fairy and giving him the slip whenever Harry got near. Harry's patience was starting to wear thin, but he wouldn't give up. He was determined to capture the elusive blond.
The choir was singing and the beautiful festive music echoed around the large room. Some couples were even trying to dance. But Harry had only eyes for the garish silver figure that was standing by a large wassail bowl and filling his mug. Harry carefully stalked up to his prey, hiding behind groups of chattering and laughing witches and wizards.
"Imagine finding you here," he whispered in Malfoy's ear once he had crept up on him. The blond started and turned around, almost spilling his drink.
"Potter!" Malfoy was flushed with excitement and strung as tight as a bow. Harry felt a strong wave of longing and covetousness crash over him. He knew without a doubt what he wanted for Yule.
"I got my Yule present," he said, pulling out the scarf to show Malfoy.
"It's very nice," Malfoy told him. "It suits your eyes."
Harry stuffed it back in his pocket and crowded Malfoy against the table. "But it's not what I wanted for Yule."
"No?" Malfoy asked curiously, his eyes flickering down to watch Harry slowly lick his lips.
"No," Harry answered. "I have yet to unwrap the present I want." He lifted his hand to touch and test the fine silver fabric of Malfoy's glittering robe. "And it's so prettily wrapped. The brightest, most eye-catching thing in the room."
Harry saw Malfoy swallow convulsively and felt him shiver slightly against him. "Yeah?" he asked Harry rather helplessly.
"Oh, yeah," Harry said, his voice almost descending into a growl. "The festival is a great success, everything is perfect. You are not needed here anymore. We are going to go somewhere private and tasteful, and I am going to unwrap my present. Okay?" Harry stared at Malfoy hotly, daring him to object.
After a second of staring back, Malfoy nodded jerkily, looking almost as aroused as Harry himself was, and let himself be steered through the crowd, Harry's palm hot and firm in the small of his back.
Harry surely and steadily led him to the lifts. During the short ride they orbited tensely around each other, unbearably close but never touching. Soon enough Harry had practically dragged Malfoy down the corridors and towards the door of Malfoy's office.
"Here?" Malfoy asked, taken aback.
"Do you know any place in the Ministry as nice as your office?" Harry asked. "Now hurry up and let us in!" Ever since he had visited the other man's office, Harry had been having increasingly vivid fantasies starring the beautiful room and its even more beautiful owner.
As soon as the door was firmly locked and soundproofed behind them, Harry pushed Malfoy towards his large desk. Harry had planned on being suave and deliberate. He had planned on seducing Malfoy slowly and devastatingly. But being finally so close to the man after what felt like endless months of torturous teasing and foreplay proved to be too much for him. He forgot all his elaborate plans and surrendered to his craving and kissed him. Malfoy wrapped his arms around Harry and compliantly opened his mouth under Harry's onslaught. Harry could practically feel the energy and magic crackling between them as they touched and breathed in each other's hot breath. Harry felt lost to the moment, to the perfect way their tongues twined and battled, to the overwhelming feeling of grinding his own clothed hard erection against Malfoy's answering one. He felt the wave rising and rising, any moment now it would crest…
With more strength than he knew he possessed, he wrenched himself away from the other man and took a couple of steps back. He stood heaving as he slowly felt his arousal subside to more manageable levels. Opposite him, Malfoy stood slumped against the desk in total disarray, looking confused and disappointed.
"Sorry," Harry said. "I almost got carried away. You're just so…" He stopped, frustrated, and combed a hand through his hair. "I don't want it to end so fast. No, I have a lot more than a quick fumble planned for you." Harry took a deep breath. Malfoy was staring at him, eyes wide and expectant. "No," Harry repeated. "You're going to pay for what you did to me on Tuesday. I'm going to be slow and thorough and by the time I finish with you, you're going to be begging for it. Do you understand?"
Harry couldn't stop his voice from quivering slightly. Planning and imagining what he would do to the other man was very different than actually doing it. Harry was amazed that he was actually going through with it. Thankfully, the more he spoke, the more he got into it and the more his confidence rose. However, there still remained a small, stubborn, insecure part of himself that was afraid that it would all turn out to be a joke and Malfoy would turn around and laugh at him.
He needn't have worried. Malfoy's eyes darkened with arousal as he gulped a large shuddering breath. "Oh, yes," he answered, looking eager and ready.
"Okay." Harry tried to ground himself, feeling more relieved than he could say, and get things back under control. "Do you remember what you told me on Tuesday? The things you imagined me doing to you?" Have you been thinking of little else since then? Like I have?
Malfoy nodded jerkily, looking very flustered.
"Good. Remind me... What was the first thing I was going to do to you?" Harry asked breathlessly, taking a small step closer.
"You were going to undress me," Malfoy answered, voice rough. Harry shuddered at the sound of it and nodded to Malfoy to continue. "Slowly. Piece by piece."
Harry stepped up to the trembling blond and did just that. He smoothed his hands up Malfoy's chest, enjoying the feel of the soft shimmery fabric, and started slowly unbuttoning the small jewel buttons down the front. Difficult as it was, he forced himself to go slowly and deliberately and was rewarded by the fine trembling of Malfoy's thin frame and the feverish intensity in his grey eyes.
Once Harry had undone all the buttons, he slowly peeled the robe off and let it fall to pool around Malfoy’s feet. "It truly is a beautiful robe," Harry murmured, hardly knowing where the words were coming from. "But not nearly as beautiful as what's hiding underneath." He knelt before the nearly naked man and helped him slowly step out of the pool of fabric before pulling off his shoes and thin knee-high socks one by one.
Harry stood once more to enjoy the sight of Malfoy in his outlandish underwear. "I assume these are traditional pure-blood undergarments?" he asked, finding them oddly appealing, as he touched the thin silky fabric of Malfoy's white undershirt before pulling it over his head.
"Yes," Malfoy hissed as Harry purposely accidentally skimmed the backs of his hands over his peaked nipples.
"Do you wear them every day?" Harry asked as he slowly undid the string ties on Malfoy's silky white underpants. They were rather loose and long, but were delightfully transparent and Harry was delighted to see that they had a nice large damp spot on the front of them.
"Yes, I do," Malfoy managed to answer in a hoarse whisper, just as Harry let his underpants drop, leaving him completely nude.
Harry smiled shakily, and stepped back. "Good. Now I'll know what you're wearing under those beautifully tailored robes every time you pay us a visit to put up a new announcement."
Malfoy kicked away the white underpants from around his ankles and looked expectantly at Harry. "What did you say I'd do next?" Harry asked, trying to keep his cool and play the game to the end.
"You'd look at me," Malfoy said seductively, his voice going straight to Harry's cock. "You'd stand back and admire me." Malfoy leaned back, forearms behind him and supporting him against the desk, and posed for Harry. He arched his back and widened his stance, displaying himself, as he gazed at Harry artfully from under lowered eyelids. Harry had never felt as aroused as this in his life. Minutes seemed to span out indefinitely as, suspended in time, he gazed upon the other man. This time Malfoy was dry and sober, but he was still every bit as alluring and breath-taking as Harry remembered him being.
For long minutes Harry memorised every feature in the familiar sly intelligent face. He started with the high proud forehead, the dark blond eyebrows and the large luminous eyes. Then he went on to the thin pointy nose, the sharp high cheekbones, the beautiful complexion, now flushed and glowing. He couldn't help but linger at the cruel but seductive pink mouth that was curved into a knowing and provocative smirk.
Then Harry stroked his eyes over the convulsing Adam's apple and the long graceful neck and the wide angular shoulders. He lowered his gaze to map out the thin, smooth, practically hairless chest, enjoying the light blush that covered it and the way it heaved as Malfoy took deep stuttering breaths and eyeing the peaked pink nipples that stood out proudly. He counted Malfoy's ribs and examined the small neat belly-button in his soft but flat belly. Harry could almost see the rapid beating of Malfoy's pulse under his pale skin. He licked his lips as he eyed the blond trail that led to coarse blond curls and an appealing erect cock, flushed red and glistening. Harry's fingers yearned to reach out and touch. Finally he looked down a pair of long lean legs covered in fair, nearly invisible downy hair.
"What would I do after that?" Harry asked unsteadily, as he gazed, mesmerised, at Malfoy's long bony feet and impossibly elegant toes.
"You would touch me." Malfoy's voice was raspy and brittle and it splintered into a million sounds. It was almost more than Harry could bear and maintain his sanity. "You would touch me absolutely everywhere."
Harry almost stumbled in his eagerness as he stepped up to the quivering blond once more and followed the trail his gaze had taken with his shaky hands as slowly as he could. He touched the glistening lips and stroked the soft cheeks tenderly before going lower. He felt the delicate neck almost diffidently, the pulse point beating strong and erratically fast under his palm. He smoothed over the angular bony shoulders, feeling the bone so close under the skin. He briefly slid the tips of his fingers over the strong slender arms and the narrow bony hands. He slowly caressed the flat shaking chest, thumbing the irresistible pink nipples, and got a pained cut-off moan in response.
Malfoy's breathing was loud and gasping as Harry continued his journey as steadily as he possibly could. He was amazed that he had been allowed to get so far. He was blown away by the fact Malfoy eagerly accepted his touches, leaning into them almost hungrily. He skimmed his calloused palms over Malfoy's sides, feeling the delicate ribs, and lightly danced his fingers over the fluttering stomach. Malfoy was obviously trembling and his rasping pants were intersected with small, almost inaudible moans.
Harry was so hard that his erection was pressing painfully against his constricting trousers. He took a minute to try in vain to arrange himself more comfortably before continuing; Malfoy deserved his complete undivided attention. He knelt down to stroke his hands down the long muscled legs and over the bony feet. He eyed the tantalising erection for a couple of minutes before lightly touching it with his fingertips. Malfoy moaned louder. "Please..." Malfoy's voice sounded raspy and needy, but Harry wasn't finished yet.
Harry stood back up to gather Malfoy in his arms. "Shh," he whispered in his ear. "I'm not finished yet. Just a little more. You're doing very well. You can make it." Harry hardly knew if he was trying to comfort and reassure Malfoy or himself.
Malfoy leaned his head on Harry's shoulder, oddly patient and accepting despite his arousal, and Harry started smoothing his hand down Malfoy's back, counting each vertebra slowly. Harry was as hard as he had ever been in his life, but he was determined to follow through to the end, exactly the way he had planned it. Eventually he reached the small of Malfoy's back. His hands lingered there a while, finding the small hollow an inviting place to rest.
"There are so many wonderful places on your body," he whispered in Malfoy's ear, making him shudder. "But this has to be one of my favourites. I like it almost as much as I like this part." He swiftly lowered his hands and grasped Malfoy's arse in a strong grip. Malfoy started and moaned loudly. Harry began to knead the soft but firm cheeks in his hands. "Perfect," he whispered. "A perfect handful."
Malfoy continued moaning and started rubbing his leaking erection against Harry in small frantic circles as Harry continued kneading his arse, pulling the cheeks apart before squeezing them back together again. Eventually he let one hand go and let the fingers of that hand dip into the hidden crevice between. Malfoy's moans were getting louder by the minute, reverberating through his slim shaking body as Harry held it tight against him. He was rubbing his cock against Harry even more urgently.
Harry had never held himself back for so long; his leaking cock was throbbing against the unforgiving seam of his trousers and his underwear was feeling damp and uncomfortable. The temptation to give in and seek a swift relief, both for himself and Malfoy, was overwhelming. It took more strength of will than he realised he had to remind himself that going through with what he had planned would ultimately be more satisfying for the both of them.
Reining himself back under control, he carefully stroked his shaking fingers through the tight hot valley, exploring. He passed over Malfoy's small swirled entrance, once, twice. Each time a strong convulsive shudder wracked Malfoy's slight frame as his arms wrapped round Harry in a punishing grip. With his index finger Harry circled the hidden sensitive spot again and again, keeping his touch gentle and teasing. Malfoy's grip became impossibly stronger as he shuddered continually. "Oh Merlin," he moaned softly in Harry's ear. "Please, oh please…" he demanded impatiently as he wriggled in Harry's arms, trying to get more friction. Harry stopped the motion of his finger and slowly and carefully pushed just the tip inside. It was impossibly tight and unbelievably hot.
He felt himself shudder and his cock lurched dangerously. "Ah..." Malfoy let out a long drawn out moan and his cock jerked against Harry, leaking hot liquid. Harry breathed deeply for a couple of dizzying minutes, trying to bring them both back from the dangerous precipice. "Not yet," he whispered shakily, making Malfoy whimper disappointedly in response.
Once he felt slightly more in control of himself, he asked Malfoy once more. "What comes next? What do I do now?"
Long minutes passed and all that could be heard were Malfoy's deep shuddering breaths as they echoed through the room. "Well? Tell me," Harry finally prompted harshly. He was nearing the end of his rope, but he would be damned if he'd let Malfoy off. He had started the game after all.
"Anything you want. Anything, just please…" Malfoy eventually pleaded sulkily, his voice a dragging demanding whine. "Harry..." he breathed, softly, breathlessly. That's it, Harry thought. I won. He wants this, he wants me, just as much as I do. Finally the last of Harry's misgivings, that Malfoy couldn't possibly really want him, couldn't actually be attracted to Harry of all people, fell away. Harry's heart expanded in gratitude and a feeling very close to happiness.
"Shh…" Harry breathed soothingly in Malfoy's ear as he stroked his sides comfortingly. "It's okay. I've got you." And I'll hold on to you, for as long as you let me. He bit down on Malfoy's pale shoulder, leaving a livid red mark. Malfoy whimpered, loud and delighted, as he pushed back into the bite. He hummed with pleasure as Harry stroked the mark delicately with his tongue. Harry lifted him onto the desk and pushed him down until his back lay flat on it, his legs dangling off the edge. Malfoy went easily, compliantly, and Harry leaned over him, kissing his delicious pink mouth once more.
This time Malfoy's hands went up into Harry's hair, grasping it painfully. His naked body undulated under Harry's heavier clothed one as the kiss dragged out. For long minutes they kissed as Harry's hands rested against Malfoy's delicate breast bones, his thumbs stroking the smooth thin skin. They kissed, mouths impossibly wide, Malfoy trying to pull Harry improbably closer and making small strange noises of pleasure and contentment. Kissing Malfoy made Harry forget everything except this, the simple overwhelming act of kissing Malfoy's sweet mouth. Harry felt that he could continue doing just this for all eternity and be happy and perfectly satisfied.
After long moments had passed, Harry managed to drag his damp mouth away from Malfoy's demanding addictive one. He slid his open mouth over the sharp cheekbone and trailed his questing tongue over the angled jaw line. He stopped for a second to suck on the protruding Adam's apple and savour the cry it elicited. After that came the clavicle and long minutes spent sucking on one dainty nipple and then the other as the moans turned into frustrated sobs and requests for more. Soon after that he licked carefully down the slightly protruding ribs and dipped his tongue into the quivering belly button. That earned a loud yelp and a painful tug on his hair that almost ripped handfuls out.
Eventually he took pity on the other man and licked around the base of his painfully hard cock before taking one nicely rounded ball in his mouth. "Harry, please, oh please. So close. I need...please..." An exquisite litany of pleas streamed from Malfoy's mouth, urging Harry forward. Taking pity on him, Harry mouthed his way up his hard shaft and licked around the wet domed head. "Oh, yeah. Don't stop. Just like that… Harry."
With a firm grip, Harry held Malfoy's slim hips steady against the desktop as he hollowed out his cheeks and sucked as much of his erection as he could in his mouth. Malfoy was so near the edge that it hardly took any time before, crying in release and shaking his head uncontrollably from side to side, he came violently in Harry's mouth. Harry held him carefully until the aftershocks subsided, one hand snaking down to grasp his own painful erection tightly to stop himself from following Malfoy.
After spitting his mouthful on the floor, Harry climbed up Malfoy's supine, exhausted body to pepper small butterfly kisses all over his heaving chest. Malfoy was trying his best to articulate some sort of response. "That was.. That was… Oh Merlin." He breathed deeply for a little while before trying again. "I can't remember it ever being like that before."
Harry smirked, satisfied, into the hot sweaty skin of Malfoy's chest. "I haven't finished yet," he informed him and felt Malfoy tremble in anticipation. "Oh, oh…" was all the exhausted, but eagerly anticipating, blond could answer.
Carefully, he turned the still recovering man around to lie on his front. Harry stroked his fingers through the matted and damp strands of Malfoy's hair, before lifting the longish locks from the back of his neck and tenderly kissing the impossibly pale skin that lay hidden. Malfoy practically sobbed in response. "Shh…" Harry whispered comfortingly, and started slowly kissing down Malfoy's protruding spine, laying a lingering kiss on each and every vertebra. By the time he had reached the sweet dip above the swell of Malfoy's perfect buttocks and lapped at the sweat that had pooled there, Malfoy was moaning non-stop and squirming against the hard wood desktop, slowly becoming aroused once more. Harry grinned. Good, he thought. I don't want him to ever forget tonight.
Harry moved lower still and rubbed his cheek against one perfectly round buttock, while gripping the other strongly in his palm. He opened his mouth and tasted the smooth salty skin with the flat of his tongue before biting down hard on a particularly succulent soft spot. Malfoy's back arched impossibly and he yowled loudly. Harry spent a couple of seconds kissing and laving the reddening mark with his tongue, before grasping both buttocks firmly and pulling them apart. Above him Malfoy was mewling and panting while he writhed against the desk.
Harry swallowed thickly, feeling nervously excited. He had never done anything like this before, he had never wanted to. But now, as he kneeled before Malfoy's most hidden place and the blond whimpered breathlessly above him, he found he wanted to so much that his mouth watered at the thought. He poked his nose into the cleft, inhaling Malfoy's private scent. He smelled hot damp skin, sharp sweat and the almost cloying smell of male arousal. With the flat of his tongue he licked a big broad swipe all the way from the sensitive skin behind the prone man's balls to the end of his tailbone. Malfoy yowled once more and began to beg. "Please, oh pleeease...Harry… I want… I need…"
Harry kept up the big broad swipes of his tongue as Malfoy slowly fractured below him into small shards of desire, need, arousal, abandon and sweet submission. Once he was satisfied that the other man was nothing more than a piteous bundle of oversensitive nerves and breathless acquiescence, he started methodically tonguing his small furled entrance. He circled around it with his tongue and scraped his teeth carefully over the edges. Malfoy's reverberating moans and demanding whines became louder and louder and more and more abandoned.
Harry continued to hold Malfoy open with just one hand as he used the other to hold himself tightly. He didn't want to risk coming yet. His soaking underpants squelched uncomfortably against his throbbing cock and his ears had started to ring. Ignoring his own discomfort he furled his tongue into a point and slowly started easing it into the receptive hole. He could hear Malfoy alternately mewling and crying out above him as he thrust his tongue as deep as it would go again and again, and retracted it to close his mouth around the fluttering entrance and suck. Malfoy was constantly writhing and wriggling under Harry's hold, trying to push back and get Harry to go deeper. Trying to give him what he wanted Harry slipped an index finger in beside his tongue. "Harry, Harry!" Malfoy was practically screaming above him, his voice hoarse and breaking. "More, more! I need… please."
Harry's cock gave a dangerous lurch in his punishing grip. That was it. He couldn't take any more. He fumbled inside his pocket to find and thumb open the tube of lube he had slipped into his pocket before leaving home, all the time tonguing Malfoy's entrance. Once he had coated the fingers of one hand with the viscous liquid, he slithered up Malfoy's quivering form, replacing his tongue with his fingers. He pumped his fingers, trying to stretch the opening as he fumbled with his trousers, attempting to finally, finally free himself. With an effort he managed to push his trousers and sopping wet underpants down his hips just enough to free his dripping cock.
"Harry... Harry…"Malfoy was now making strange impatient whinging noises, all the while arching his back and pushing his arse back to meet Harry's thrusting fingers, trying to get them go as deep as he could. Harry kissed the side of his neck tenderly and whispered hotly. "That's it. Just a little longer and then I'm going to give you what you want." What we both want.
Once he couldn't hold back any longer, Harry pulled his fingers out and quickly replaced them with his needy cock. It took just one forceful long thrust to sheath himself completely inside the other man. Malfoy threw his head back and screamed exultantly, his whole body shaking and convulsing under Harry's weight. Harry's vision blurred around the edges and his pulse beat wildly through his whole body. The feeling of heat and constriction was almost more than he could stand. To ground himself he grabbed hold of Malfoy's wildly scrambling hands and laced their fingers together in a strong grip, holding them down. Malfoy wriggled restlessly under him. "Don't stop. I need you to fuck me now!" he choked out, voice raw and implacable. Incapable of ignoring such an order, Harry began kissing Malfoy's wet cheeks and damp eyelashes as he fucked him with hard deep strokes. He was certain that this feeling right now, this was heaven.
Malfoy yowled and moaned and pushed back against each thrust eagerly. As much as his own urgent need let him, Harry tried to give him what he wanted. Eventually he got the angle right and Malfoy started screaming, the ecstatic sound filling the room so loudly that Harry's desperate groans and growls were completely drowned out. It felt so incredible and so unbelievably right that Harry wished it could last forever. He was burning up from the inside, the intensity of it all was so much that he didn't know how he could bear it. His heart thudded loudly and painfully inside his aching ribcage in steady counterpoint to the wild birdlike beating of the heart he could feel under him.
Harry was cresting high, so high that he felt he was losing himself, so high that he could barely feel his limbs. He could barely feel anything but the inconceivable feeling that was rushing through him. He squeezed Malfoy's hands tightly, arched his back, and with a large bellow was coming and coming, and soon he was going to bleed himself dry into Malfoy's accepting body.
Harry must have blacked out, because he opened his eyes to a feeling of unimaginable languor and peace. He rubbed himself in distraction and satisfaction against the damp slender body beneath him for a couple of hazy minutes before realising that Malfoy was sobbing and begging as he ineffectually humped against the table.
Almost as if in a dream, Harry turned to his side, pulling Malfoy's limp body with him. Comfortably spooning the other man, he let go of one of his hands to stroke down his hot sweaty sternum and grab his erection in a strong grip. "Yesss…" Malfoy hissed as Harry wanked him with a quick thorough rhythm. In almost no time Malfoy came with a plaintive drawn out moan of relief and then collapsed bonelessly in Harry's arms.
Harry made himself more comfortable on the hard desk and pulled his precious warm bundle as close to him as he could, wrapping his arms against the bony frame.
After dozing off for an interminable amount of time, Harry slowly woke up to find that Malfoy had awoke and turned around in his arms, flinging a long leg over Harry. He had unbuttoned Harry's robes and shirt and was busy exploring his exposed chest with his hands and tongue. Harry lay still for a couple of minutes, enjoying the pleasurable attention.
Soon, however, he looked down at Malfoy's blond head, and stroked his hand through the still damp hair. "Hey, there," he whispered. "Come up here." Malfoy complied agreeably, licking a long wet stripe up Harry's front until they were lying face to face, so close their noses almost touched.
Harry gave a small tired smile and cupped Malfoy's cheek with his palm, stroking the smooth skin with the pad of his thumb. "Draco," he breathed. Malfoy, Draco, grinned brilliantly, his teeth flashing, and in perfect accord they moved closer to each other until they were kissing once more.
Harry continued to cradle the blond's cheek in one hand as the other moved over his shoulder and down his spine to rest easily in the inviting dip in the small of his back. Malfoy's restless hands continued to explore Harry's front before twining round his neck.
The kiss was slow and languorous and comfortable, with frequent breaks for breath or for smaller kisses to the corner of a mouth or the tip of a nose. Harry hummed in lazy enjoyment, a feeling of contentment stealing over him.
Slowly, naturally, the long kiss drew to an end and they simply lay together, noses touching, exhalations intermingling, legs intertwined.
After a while Harry could no longer ignore the hardness of the desk. "M.. Draco, come home with me," he asked the other man in a low careful voice, the familiar feeling of fear creeping over him once more.
Malfoy smiled and tried to smooth down Harry's wild hair. "I don't mind if I do," he answered, the nonchalance of his voice belied by the delight in his eyes. "Only I think you should be on the bottom this time. What do you think?" he added as an afterthought.
Harry breathed a silent sigh of relief, a bright spark of hope blossoming in his chest. Things were going to be just fine. He smiled easily at the other man, all worries gone. "I think that you were right. I am very much enjoying Yule so far."
Malfoy laughed and waggled his eyebrows. "Wait until Imbolc," he told Harry mysteriously.
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