hd inspiration for bonfoi (3)
Author: Anonymous
Recipient: bonfoi
Title: Roommates, Boyfriends, and Other Indoor Pets (3 of 4)
Roommates, Boyfriends, and Other Indoor Pets 3 of 4
It was another crazy week and they hadn't been able to work on the Animagus Spell since. Now they had had dinner -- Draco had cooked pomegranate chicken with rice -- and they were in the sitting room talking.
"I think I'm ready to try that spell again," Harry said, smiling over at Draco. "On myself. We know you're the bunny. Now I want to show you how it's really done."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Git," he huffed. "Serve you right if you turn into a slug."
Harry stuck his tongue out at him before he stood up, pulling out his wand. "Wish me good luck. For real."
"Better, I'll kiss you for luck," the blond offered.
"Come here," Harry said, beckoning him closer.
Draco stood and sauntered to his lover, eyes glittering with both desire and amusement.
"You just can't help but listen to me," Harry murmured, gripping Draco's shirt and pulling him closer. "If only you were like this in school ...."
Draco shivered in delight. "Oh, if you had done the things you do to me now, I might have been," he purred.
"If only I had known," Harry said, leaning in to kiss him softly.
Draco knew it would have been a hell of a lot more complicated than that, but happily surrendered to him now. He hummed into the kiss.
"Okay, I think that's enough luck." Harry grinned and took a step back, taking a deep breath. He waved at Draco before he raised his wand, pointing at himself and whispering the spell. At first he didn't think anything was happening, and then he felt the tingling, his body beginning to shift.
Draco watched curiously as Harry transformed, shrinking and shifting. When it was complete, a cat stood there with black silky fur and big green eyes blinking up at him.
Harry slowly blinked and wrinkled his nose. He definitely didn't feel like a wolf. But he wasn't sure what he was just yet.
Draco laughed in delight, dropping to the floor and reaching for the "animal" that was his lover. "You are a cat, Potter," he told him.
Harry growled when he was picked up, his tail twitching in agitation. He wasn't supposed to be a cat!
Draco held the cat up until he was nose to nose with him, grinning. "Awww, pretty kitty doesn't like that?" he cooed.
Harry growled again and hissed before he realized what he was doing, wriggling to get out of Draco's hands.
Draco let go, watching the cat's hackles rise and his tail lash. The blond lay down on his belly, so his face was the same level as the cat's. He remembered how intimidating Potter had looked to him when he was a rabbit and he thought this might calm him down.
Once Draco moved down to his eye level, Harry no longer felt the need to run away from him. He was still frustrated, but at least he was a cat and not a slug like Draco had said. He moved closer to him and had the strangest urge to rub the side of his face against Draco's cheek, so he did, humming softly.
Draco thrilled at the soft fur and the purr. He reached to run his hand down the cat's back, from head to tip of tail.
Harry felt his back arch up, his humming deepening into a rumble in his chest.
The blond petted Harry for several minutes. "So you like being a cat now?"
Harry forced himself to sit back so that he could look at Draco, even though he couldn't stop himself from purring just yet. He wished he could say something, but when he opened his mouth all that came out was a low meow.
Draco chuckled again, unable to help but think that was ... cute. Harry probably wouldn't appreciate being called that so he just smiled. "Want me to change, too?" he asked and then added, "You can nod or shake your head."
Harry thought that wouldn't be such a bad idea, since he remembered how small Draco was when he changed. He nodded, meowing again.
"Sure," Draco answered, getting up on his knees and drawing his wand. He cast the spell easier this time and was not as surprised by the feeling of changing.
Harry moved back and watched, only taking a few steps closer when Draco was finished changing.
Draco blinked up at the cat. They were about the same size now.
Harry stared at Draco a good few minutes before nudged his nose against his and Draco rubbed his own nose back, sliding his furry face against the other. Harry liked it just as much as he liked Draco petting him. He ended up moving closer, continuing to rub the side of his face along Draco's fur.
Draco pressed himself against Harry, white fur sliding against black as he did.
Harry made a soft sound and circled Draco, making sure that some part of his fur was brushing against the rabbit. After several minutes of walking and purring, his entire body seeming to vibrate along with it, he slowly settled down on his stomach, his legs under him.
It might have been his rabbit senses, or it might just have been that Draco found Potter hot in all forms, but he was terribly aroused by the stalking and purring. When the cat settled, Draco rubbed even more enthusiastically against him. Unable to help himself, he climbed atop the cat and began to hump his little rabbit prick against that silky black fur. It felt amazing!
Harry blinked and moved without even thinking, getting up to turn and look at the rabbit. Harry's face would have been red if he could blush. He meowed loudly and batted Draco's face with his paw before he closed his eyes to concentrate on changing.
Draco was very confused when Harry stood suddenly, dumping him on his little rabbit arse. He rolled over and winced when the beast batted him. It didn't hurt but it did startle him.
Harry changed back into his human form and set his attention on Draco, reaching to grip the scruff of his neck and lifting him up. "Change," he huffed, turning to face the couch.
Draco shifted back, finding himself kneeling there with Harry holding the hair at the back of his head. He was still painfully aroused and shaking.
Harry let go of Draco, letting him fall back in the couch. "You should be ashamed of yourself," he said hotly, reaching to press his hand against the obvious erection in Draco's trousers. "Just can't help it can you?"
Draco flushed but didn't feel ashamed. He felt hot, so hot for Harry, trembling at his touch. "Can't help it," he echoed.
"Take off your trousers and bend over the sofa," Harry said, unzipping Draco's trousers before stepping away and letting him finish. Maybe it was because of the fact that Draco tried to get off without Harry being in control of the situation, or maybe it was something else. All Harry knew was that he was both angry and aroused.
Draco swallowed, a spike of fear warring with his own desire as he moved to comply. He dropped his trousers, kicking them aside before leaning over the arm of the padded sofa, hands on the cushions and looking back over his shoulder. His cock was hard and brushed the fabric, causing a shiver.
"Did I say you could look back at me?" Harry asked, scowling at Draco before he stepped closer and smacked his arse, not too hard, but not too softly. He wanted to gauge Draco's reaction before he continued.
"Fuck," Draco gasped, dropping his head and shuddering. His arse stung and it sent a powerful twitch to his cock.
Harry guessed that was a good enough reaction. He smacked him again, harder than before. And then he did it again, and again, alternating with each cheek. He enjoyed watching the skin turn a nice shade of red, and each gasp that came from Draco sent its own shock of pleasure through his system.
Draco's fingers dug into the cushions, holding on and leaning forward more until his face was pressed to the fabric as well. He gasped and shook and fuck it hurt, how did that translate into such intense pleasure?!
Harry didn't stop until his own hand was hurting, and by then Draco's arse was as red as a tomato. "That's hot," he whispered, letting his hand hover over the skin to feel the heat radiating off of it. "Literally." He stepped back to get a better look as he undressed slowly, kicking his trousers away. "What do you want me to do now? Tell me."
Draco was collapsed over the end of the couch, panting. He pushed the blond fringe from his eyes and looked up at the hottest man he had ever met. "Fuck me, please," he managed, his voice hoarse.
"What? I didn't hear that, Malfoy," Harry said, pointing his wand and wordlessly casting a Lubrication Charm on the other man. "Speak up."
Draco licked his lips. "Please," he begged louder, spreading his legs further apart. "Please fuck me."
Harry gripped Draco's hip and moved in closer, positioning himself, but not pressing inside just yet. "How badly do you want this?" he asked huskily, rubbing the tip of his cock back and forth over Draco's entrance.
Draco's arse was hot and sensitive and he moaned at the first touch of Harry's hands. When the other man's cock touched him he cried out, lifting his hips. "Please, yes, badly," he babbled.
Harry finally pitied Draco enough to begin to push inside the man, but slowly, to tease him more. "Fuck," he whispered, gripping Draco's hips more tightly.
"Yesss, oh, yes," Draco sobbed in relief at the feel of Harry's cock stretching his tight hole.
Harry didn't stop until he was buried inside of Draco, bending over until his chest pressed against Draco's back. "Hold yourself up," he whispered against Draco's skin, staying completely still to let the man adjust.
Draco held on to the cushions again, panting at the feel of Harry's body against the hot skin of his arse and the man's flesh filling him. He nodded as he braced himself.
Harry tried, he really tried to stay still for Draco, but then he realized that Draco didn't want him to stop. He just wanted him to move, to fuck him until he couldn't see straight. Harry grinned and slowly pulled back out, slamming back into Draco before the blond could even realise what had happened.
Draco groaned, his body shuddering at the thrust. That was exactly what he wanted. The slap of Harry's body against his sore arse sent more sparks up his spine and he moaned with each one.
Harry set up a hard rhythm after that, no longer holding back in fear that Draco didn't like it. He used one hand to grip his hip while the other rubbed the skin of his lower back. "Draco," he moaned, thrusting as fast and as hard as he could now, feeding off Draco's groans of pleasure.
"Fuck, yes," Draco gasped, hair hanging over his face, sticking to his sweaty skin as he held the sofa, submitting to Harry's thrusts. His own cock was rubbing against the sofa, the friction almost too much. "C-close!"
Harry reached to pull Draco up a little, just so he could reach under the man and grip his cock, stroking him along with each thrust. "God, I could fuck you like this all day," he whispered, his skin slick with sweat.
Draco would have agreed to that, readily, and he would probably be ready for another go soon, but at the moment he couldn't hold back. His balls tightened and sent a powerful spasm up his cock, releasing his seed as he cried out and clenched around Harry's flesh inside him.
Harry continued to thrust into him until he was coming very unexpectedly, growling as his hips went still. "Fuck, Draco," he hissed, his hips rocking then a few more times.
Draco was still shaking, his entire body feeling hot and flushed with pleasure. "Yes, oh, yes," he gasped.
Harry sighed softly, running his hands down Draco's back before he gently began to pull out of him, looking to see if there was any real damage.
Draco collapsed against the sofa then, still turned up like that and his body aching pleasurably from the rough play.
Once he saw that there wasn't any damage, Harry pulled Draco up into his arms and then moved around to sit down on the couch with him, gently stroking his fingers over the man's skin. "You're a kinky bastard, Malfoy," he murmured finally, smirking.
Draco smiled lazily, delighting in being held and caressed by his lover. "Very kinky, yes," he agreed. He looked into Harry's eyes, weighing what he saw there. "But I don't think that will be a problem around you, will it?"
"As long as you only do this with me," Harry said firmly, an unspoken threat behind his words.
Draco's smile was crooked and he flushed a bit. "You going to keep your horny rabbit satisfied?" he teased.
"I'm going to have to," Harry huffed, pretending to sound frustrated. "If this horny rabbit doesn't learn how to not hump everything in sight."
"Only you," Draco smiled, nuzzling Harry's face in much the same way he had as a rabbit.
"Better be," Harry said, finally smiling back and rubbing his cheek back against the man's.
***
Draco pretended to be disinterested, of course. He just happened to be loitering down in the Auror office instead of his own. He wasn't fretting over Potter ... despite the fact that Weasley and the man had been sent to bring in a nest of dark artifacts smugglers. Now he kept glancing up at the clock and making small talk with one of the secretaries while he mentally chastised himself for his fears.
Just then Ron came stumbling in, soaking wet and looking worse than usual. Draco looked past him but didn't see Harry. "Where's Potter?" he demanded.
Weasley scowled at him. "I don't report to you," he snapped and then huffed. "St Mungo’s." He didn't pause, heading back toward the Head of the Auror's office.
Draco moved to block him. "What the fuck do you mean, St Mungo's?" he demanded again.
"I mean he was injured and I took him there, now get the hell of my way, Malfoy," Ron snapped.
Draco hesitated, nearly grabbing Weasley -- despite the fact that the man was a trained Auror -- and insisting on a full explanation. His hand hovered but the other man shouldered past him and Draco headed for the door at a run, taking a Floo directly to St Mungo’s.
***
Harry blinked open his eyes and stared up at the white ceiling of what could only be St Mungo’s, his body feeling sore and tired. He remembered feeling a rush of heat that was so strong that he lost his balance and fell off the side of a boat that he and Ron were working on. It had to have been some kind of Fire Spell, because he recalled the orange flames trying to engulf him before he hit the water, losing consciousness within minutes.
The Healers must have had a Monitoring Charm on him because a minute after he woke, a Healer came into the room. "Auror Potter," the man said. "How are you feeling?"
"Like crap," Harry replied, scowling and moving to try and push himself up.
"Hold on there," the Healer said, holding his hands up as if to stop him. "You need to rest a bit and take a few potions before we even consider letting you out of here."
Harry huffed and lay back down on the bed, sighing and staring up at the ceiling. "I feel fine," he murmured.
The door burst open then and Hermione rushed into the room. "Harry," she gasped.
"Hermione," Harry said, turning his head to look at her. "I'm fine. Don't worry, though I'm sure you are already."
She huffed and came to stand on the opposite side from the Healer. The man spoke then. "I was just telling Mr Potter here that he needs to take some additional potions to ensure there is no permanent damage from either the burns or the dirty water in his lungs and that he needs rest."
"And I was saying that I was bloody fine!" Harry said, and then coughed, surprising himself.
Hermione and the Healer huffed in unison. She crossed her arms and gave him one of those looks.
Before anyone could add to that, the door opened again and Draco stood there panting as if he had run all the way there and his eyes widened when he saw Granger.
Harry leaned up and blinked, surprised, but glad to see Draco. "Draco," he said before he could stop himself, his eyes flickering over at Hermione as the name left his mouth.
Draco had frozen in place near the foot of Potter's bed and the Healer looked disgruntled to be interrupted again.
"Oh for pity's sake," Hermione said in exasperation. "The way Ron keeps going on about the two of you hanging out together, don't you think I, at least, have figured it out?"
Harry looked between Draco and Hermione a few more times, his eyebrows rising. And then he smiled. "You were always too brilliant for your own good," he laughed, coughing again.
The moment Harry coughed, Draco's hesitation disappeared and he moved up, actually beside Granger and reached for Harry's hand. "What happened?"
The Healer cleared his throat.
"Let him explain," Harry said, nodding over at the Healer as he gripped Draco's hand.
Hermione rolled her eyes but seemed pleased anyway that she had been right.
The Healer drew a potion from his pocket and handed it to Harry. "Let's start with this and see how your lungs respond."
Harry sighed and went about drinking the potion, scowling at the taste, but hoping that the faster he drank it, the faster he'd be able to get out of here.
"I'll be back to check on you later. Rest," the Healer insisted and then nodded to the other two before leaving.
"I want to go home," Harry huffed, not caring that he sounded like a child. "Draco, tell them I'm fine."
Hermione arched an eyebrow at the two of them, stepping back and moving to the other side to give Draco more room.
Draco flushed a bit but did move closer. "You are coughing," he pointed out.
"I was coughing, you mean," Harry said, scowling before making a face, obviously trying to hold back yet another cough.
"So what happened?" Draco insisted blushing again at the way Granger was watching them.
Harry shrugged, rubbing at his chest. "Some bastard decided to hex me when my back was turned. I fell off a boat and into the water."
"Which hex?" Draco insisted, looking him over to make sure he didn't see any other injuries.
"One that involved fire," Harry said quietly, hating that worried look on Draco's face.
Draco had the urge to pull down the sheet and look under the hospital gown to make sure Harry was okay. The only thing that stopped him was Granger standing there. He frowned. "They healed all the burns?"
"I'd assume they did," Harry replied, not feeling much else pain besides the one in his chest. "But then I could be on some kind of Pain Numbing Potion."
"So how long have you two been ... more than friends?" Hermione asked.
Harry raised an eyebrow, glancing over at Draco. "A few months or so," he replied, smiling at the other man.
"Four months, five days," Draco answered blushing, and Granger laughed.
That made Harry laugh as well, shaking his head. "You're such a girl," he teased, grinning up at Draco.
"I most certainly am not," Draco snapped, blushing even brighter now.
Hermione gave Harry a look that said she wasn't sure whether to be offended or amused.
"Physically, sure," Harry agreed, reaching to pull him closer and down.
Draco frowned, really not liking being called a girl, but he didn't resist his lover's pull.
"You know I'm joking," Harry whispered, pulling him close so he could kiss him softly.
Draco surrendered to that kiss, just glad that Harry was safe.
Hermione cleared her throat.
Harry only pulled back from the kiss then, running a finger down Draco's cheek. "Stop worrying about me," he whispered, and then lay back in the bed.
"Impossible," Draco answered, making the statement both an answer to Harry's statement and a critique of his boyfriend.
"You're going to have to get used to this," Harry sighed, beginning to feel a little tired now. "I'm an Auror."
Draco huffed, but nodded. He had been watching Harry risk his life since long before they worked for the Ministry, let alone started dating.
"And when are you going to tell Ron?" Hermione insisted.
"We were working up to that," Harry mumbled, making a small face at the thought of having to do it.
"Well, the longer you wait, the worse he will be when you tell him," she warned.
Draco was not looking forward to it either. After all, he did work with both of them.
"We know." Harry sighed once again, coughing lightly as he turned on his side to try and get comfortable.
"Well, I'll check back with you later," Hermione said. "Promise you'll listen to the Healers?"
Harry nodded, his eyes closing. "Unfortunately, I don't have much of a choice," he mumbled.
Hermione patted him on the shoulder before leaving. Draco pulled his wand and conjured a chair, pulling it close and leaning forward with his arms on the bed so he could still hold Harry's hand.
"You don't have to stay," Harry said once he realised that Draco wasn't leaving.
"I know," Draco answered, smiling.
Harry opened his eyes a little, smiling back. "Okay, Draco." He squeezed his hand and relaxed into a comfortable sleep.
Part 4
Recipient: bonfoi
Title: Roommates, Boyfriends, and Other Indoor Pets (3 of 4)
Roommates, Boyfriends, and Other Indoor Pets 3 of 4
It was another crazy week and they hadn't been able to work on the Animagus Spell since. Now they had had dinner -- Draco had cooked pomegranate chicken with rice -- and they were in the sitting room talking.
"I think I'm ready to try that spell again," Harry said, smiling over at Draco. "On myself. We know you're the bunny. Now I want to show you how it's really done."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Git," he huffed. "Serve you right if you turn into a slug."
Harry stuck his tongue out at him before he stood up, pulling out his wand. "Wish me good luck. For real."
"Better, I'll kiss you for luck," the blond offered.
"Come here," Harry said, beckoning him closer.
Draco stood and sauntered to his lover, eyes glittering with both desire and amusement.
"You just can't help but listen to me," Harry murmured, gripping Draco's shirt and pulling him closer. "If only you were like this in school ...."
Draco shivered in delight. "Oh, if you had done the things you do to me now, I might have been," he purred.
"If only I had known," Harry said, leaning in to kiss him softly.
Draco knew it would have been a hell of a lot more complicated than that, but happily surrendered to him now. He hummed into the kiss.
"Okay, I think that's enough luck." Harry grinned and took a step back, taking a deep breath. He waved at Draco before he raised his wand, pointing at himself and whispering the spell. At first he didn't think anything was happening, and then he felt the tingling, his body beginning to shift.
Draco watched curiously as Harry transformed, shrinking and shifting. When it was complete, a cat stood there with black silky fur and big green eyes blinking up at him.
Harry slowly blinked and wrinkled his nose. He definitely didn't feel like a wolf. But he wasn't sure what he was just yet.
Draco laughed in delight, dropping to the floor and reaching for the "animal" that was his lover. "You are a cat, Potter," he told him.
Harry growled when he was picked up, his tail twitching in agitation. He wasn't supposed to be a cat!
Draco held the cat up until he was nose to nose with him, grinning. "Awww, pretty kitty doesn't like that?" he cooed.
Harry growled again and hissed before he realized what he was doing, wriggling to get out of Draco's hands.
Draco let go, watching the cat's hackles rise and his tail lash. The blond lay down on his belly, so his face was the same level as the cat's. He remembered how intimidating Potter had looked to him when he was a rabbit and he thought this might calm him down.
Once Draco moved down to his eye level, Harry no longer felt the need to run away from him. He was still frustrated, but at least he was a cat and not a slug like Draco had said. He moved closer to him and had the strangest urge to rub the side of his face against Draco's cheek, so he did, humming softly.
Draco thrilled at the soft fur and the purr. He reached to run his hand down the cat's back, from head to tip of tail.
Harry felt his back arch up, his humming deepening into a rumble in his chest.
The blond petted Harry for several minutes. "So you like being a cat now?"
Harry forced himself to sit back so that he could look at Draco, even though he couldn't stop himself from purring just yet. He wished he could say something, but when he opened his mouth all that came out was a low meow.
Draco chuckled again, unable to help but think that was ... cute. Harry probably wouldn't appreciate being called that so he just smiled. "Want me to change, too?" he asked and then added, "You can nod or shake your head."
Harry thought that wouldn't be such a bad idea, since he remembered how small Draco was when he changed. He nodded, meowing again.
"Sure," Draco answered, getting up on his knees and drawing his wand. He cast the spell easier this time and was not as surprised by the feeling of changing.
Harry moved back and watched, only taking a few steps closer when Draco was finished changing.
Draco blinked up at the cat. They were about the same size now.
Harry stared at Draco a good few minutes before nudged his nose against his and Draco rubbed his own nose back, sliding his furry face against the other. Harry liked it just as much as he liked Draco petting him. He ended up moving closer, continuing to rub the side of his face along Draco's fur.
Draco pressed himself against Harry, white fur sliding against black as he did.
Harry made a soft sound and circled Draco, making sure that some part of his fur was brushing against the rabbit. After several minutes of walking and purring, his entire body seeming to vibrate along with it, he slowly settled down on his stomach, his legs under him.
It might have been his rabbit senses, or it might just have been that Draco found Potter hot in all forms, but he was terribly aroused by the stalking and purring. When the cat settled, Draco rubbed even more enthusiastically against him. Unable to help himself, he climbed atop the cat and began to hump his little rabbit prick against that silky black fur. It felt amazing!
Harry blinked and moved without even thinking, getting up to turn and look at the rabbit. Harry's face would have been red if he could blush. He meowed loudly and batted Draco's face with his paw before he closed his eyes to concentrate on changing.
Draco was very confused when Harry stood suddenly, dumping him on his little rabbit arse. He rolled over and winced when the beast batted him. It didn't hurt but it did startle him.
Harry changed back into his human form and set his attention on Draco, reaching to grip the scruff of his neck and lifting him up. "Change," he huffed, turning to face the couch.
Draco shifted back, finding himself kneeling there with Harry holding the hair at the back of his head. He was still painfully aroused and shaking.
Harry let go of Draco, letting him fall back in the couch. "You should be ashamed of yourself," he said hotly, reaching to press his hand against the obvious erection in Draco's trousers. "Just can't help it can you?"
Draco flushed but didn't feel ashamed. He felt hot, so hot for Harry, trembling at his touch. "Can't help it," he echoed.
"Take off your trousers and bend over the sofa," Harry said, unzipping Draco's trousers before stepping away and letting him finish. Maybe it was because of the fact that Draco tried to get off without Harry being in control of the situation, or maybe it was something else. All Harry knew was that he was both angry and aroused.
Draco swallowed, a spike of fear warring with his own desire as he moved to comply. He dropped his trousers, kicking them aside before leaning over the arm of the padded sofa, hands on the cushions and looking back over his shoulder. His cock was hard and brushed the fabric, causing a shiver.
"Did I say you could look back at me?" Harry asked, scowling at Draco before he stepped closer and smacked his arse, not too hard, but not too softly. He wanted to gauge Draco's reaction before he continued.
"Fuck," Draco gasped, dropping his head and shuddering. His arse stung and it sent a powerful twitch to his cock.
Harry guessed that was a good enough reaction. He smacked him again, harder than before. And then he did it again, and again, alternating with each cheek. He enjoyed watching the skin turn a nice shade of red, and each gasp that came from Draco sent its own shock of pleasure through his system.
Draco's fingers dug into the cushions, holding on and leaning forward more until his face was pressed to the fabric as well. He gasped and shook and fuck it hurt, how did that translate into such intense pleasure?!
Harry didn't stop until his own hand was hurting, and by then Draco's arse was as red as a tomato. "That's hot," he whispered, letting his hand hover over the skin to feel the heat radiating off of it. "Literally." He stepped back to get a better look as he undressed slowly, kicking his trousers away. "What do you want me to do now? Tell me."
Draco was collapsed over the end of the couch, panting. He pushed the blond fringe from his eyes and looked up at the hottest man he had ever met. "Fuck me, please," he managed, his voice hoarse.
"What? I didn't hear that, Malfoy," Harry said, pointing his wand and wordlessly casting a Lubrication Charm on the other man. "Speak up."
Draco licked his lips. "Please," he begged louder, spreading his legs further apart. "Please fuck me."
Harry gripped Draco's hip and moved in closer, positioning himself, but not pressing inside just yet. "How badly do you want this?" he asked huskily, rubbing the tip of his cock back and forth over Draco's entrance.
Draco's arse was hot and sensitive and he moaned at the first touch of Harry's hands. When the other man's cock touched him he cried out, lifting his hips. "Please, yes, badly," he babbled.
Harry finally pitied Draco enough to begin to push inside the man, but slowly, to tease him more. "Fuck," he whispered, gripping Draco's hips more tightly.
"Yesss, oh, yes," Draco sobbed in relief at the feel of Harry's cock stretching his tight hole.
Harry didn't stop until he was buried inside of Draco, bending over until his chest pressed against Draco's back. "Hold yourself up," he whispered against Draco's skin, staying completely still to let the man adjust.
Draco held on to the cushions again, panting at the feel of Harry's body against the hot skin of his arse and the man's flesh filling him. He nodded as he braced himself.
Harry tried, he really tried to stay still for Draco, but then he realized that Draco didn't want him to stop. He just wanted him to move, to fuck him until he couldn't see straight. Harry grinned and slowly pulled back out, slamming back into Draco before the blond could even realise what had happened.
Draco groaned, his body shuddering at the thrust. That was exactly what he wanted. The slap of Harry's body against his sore arse sent more sparks up his spine and he moaned with each one.
Harry set up a hard rhythm after that, no longer holding back in fear that Draco didn't like it. He used one hand to grip his hip while the other rubbed the skin of his lower back. "Draco," he moaned, thrusting as fast and as hard as he could now, feeding off Draco's groans of pleasure.
"Fuck, yes," Draco gasped, hair hanging over his face, sticking to his sweaty skin as he held the sofa, submitting to Harry's thrusts. His own cock was rubbing against the sofa, the friction almost too much. "C-close!"
Harry reached to pull Draco up a little, just so he could reach under the man and grip his cock, stroking him along with each thrust. "God, I could fuck you like this all day," he whispered, his skin slick with sweat.
Draco would have agreed to that, readily, and he would probably be ready for another go soon, but at the moment he couldn't hold back. His balls tightened and sent a powerful spasm up his cock, releasing his seed as he cried out and clenched around Harry's flesh inside him.
Harry continued to thrust into him until he was coming very unexpectedly, growling as his hips went still. "Fuck, Draco," he hissed, his hips rocking then a few more times.
Draco was still shaking, his entire body feeling hot and flushed with pleasure. "Yes, oh, yes," he gasped.
Harry sighed softly, running his hands down Draco's back before he gently began to pull out of him, looking to see if there was any real damage.
Draco collapsed against the sofa then, still turned up like that and his body aching pleasurably from the rough play.
Once he saw that there wasn't any damage, Harry pulled Draco up into his arms and then moved around to sit down on the couch with him, gently stroking his fingers over the man's skin. "You're a kinky bastard, Malfoy," he murmured finally, smirking.
Draco smiled lazily, delighting in being held and caressed by his lover. "Very kinky, yes," he agreed. He looked into Harry's eyes, weighing what he saw there. "But I don't think that will be a problem around you, will it?"
"As long as you only do this with me," Harry said firmly, an unspoken threat behind his words.
Draco's smile was crooked and he flushed a bit. "You going to keep your horny rabbit satisfied?" he teased.
"I'm going to have to," Harry huffed, pretending to sound frustrated. "If this horny rabbit doesn't learn how to not hump everything in sight."
"Only you," Draco smiled, nuzzling Harry's face in much the same way he had as a rabbit.
"Better be," Harry said, finally smiling back and rubbing his cheek back against the man's.
***
Draco pretended to be disinterested, of course. He just happened to be loitering down in the Auror office instead of his own. He wasn't fretting over Potter ... despite the fact that Weasley and the man had been sent to bring in a nest of dark artifacts smugglers. Now he kept glancing up at the clock and making small talk with one of the secretaries while he mentally chastised himself for his fears.
Just then Ron came stumbling in, soaking wet and looking worse than usual. Draco looked past him but didn't see Harry. "Where's Potter?" he demanded.
Weasley scowled at him. "I don't report to you," he snapped and then huffed. "St Mungo’s." He didn't pause, heading back toward the Head of the Auror's office.
Draco moved to block him. "What the fuck do you mean, St Mungo's?" he demanded again.
"I mean he was injured and I took him there, now get the hell of my way, Malfoy," Ron snapped.
Draco hesitated, nearly grabbing Weasley -- despite the fact that the man was a trained Auror -- and insisting on a full explanation. His hand hovered but the other man shouldered past him and Draco headed for the door at a run, taking a Floo directly to St Mungo’s.
***
Harry blinked open his eyes and stared up at the white ceiling of what could only be St Mungo’s, his body feeling sore and tired. He remembered feeling a rush of heat that was so strong that he lost his balance and fell off the side of a boat that he and Ron were working on. It had to have been some kind of Fire Spell, because he recalled the orange flames trying to engulf him before he hit the water, losing consciousness within minutes.
The Healers must have had a Monitoring Charm on him because a minute after he woke, a Healer came into the room. "Auror Potter," the man said. "How are you feeling?"
"Like crap," Harry replied, scowling and moving to try and push himself up.
"Hold on there," the Healer said, holding his hands up as if to stop him. "You need to rest a bit and take a few potions before we even consider letting you out of here."
Harry huffed and lay back down on the bed, sighing and staring up at the ceiling. "I feel fine," he murmured.
The door burst open then and Hermione rushed into the room. "Harry," she gasped.
"Hermione," Harry said, turning his head to look at her. "I'm fine. Don't worry, though I'm sure you are already."
She huffed and came to stand on the opposite side from the Healer. The man spoke then. "I was just telling Mr Potter here that he needs to take some additional potions to ensure there is no permanent damage from either the burns or the dirty water in his lungs and that he needs rest."
"And I was saying that I was bloody fine!" Harry said, and then coughed, surprising himself.
Hermione and the Healer huffed in unison. She crossed her arms and gave him one of those looks.
Before anyone could add to that, the door opened again and Draco stood there panting as if he had run all the way there and his eyes widened when he saw Granger.
Harry leaned up and blinked, surprised, but glad to see Draco. "Draco," he said before he could stop himself, his eyes flickering over at Hermione as the name left his mouth.
Draco had frozen in place near the foot of Potter's bed and the Healer looked disgruntled to be interrupted again.
"Oh for pity's sake," Hermione said in exasperation. "The way Ron keeps going on about the two of you hanging out together, don't you think I, at least, have figured it out?"
Harry looked between Draco and Hermione a few more times, his eyebrows rising. And then he smiled. "You were always too brilliant for your own good," he laughed, coughing again.
The moment Harry coughed, Draco's hesitation disappeared and he moved up, actually beside Granger and reached for Harry's hand. "What happened?"
The Healer cleared his throat.
"Let him explain," Harry said, nodding over at the Healer as he gripped Draco's hand.
Hermione rolled her eyes but seemed pleased anyway that she had been right.
The Healer drew a potion from his pocket and handed it to Harry. "Let's start with this and see how your lungs respond."
Harry sighed and went about drinking the potion, scowling at the taste, but hoping that the faster he drank it, the faster he'd be able to get out of here.
"I'll be back to check on you later. Rest," the Healer insisted and then nodded to the other two before leaving.
"I want to go home," Harry huffed, not caring that he sounded like a child. "Draco, tell them I'm fine."
Hermione arched an eyebrow at the two of them, stepping back and moving to the other side to give Draco more room.
Draco flushed a bit but did move closer. "You are coughing," he pointed out.
"I was coughing, you mean," Harry said, scowling before making a face, obviously trying to hold back yet another cough.
"So what happened?" Draco insisted blushing again at the way Granger was watching them.
Harry shrugged, rubbing at his chest. "Some bastard decided to hex me when my back was turned. I fell off a boat and into the water."
"Which hex?" Draco insisted, looking him over to make sure he didn't see any other injuries.
"One that involved fire," Harry said quietly, hating that worried look on Draco's face.
Draco had the urge to pull down the sheet and look under the hospital gown to make sure Harry was okay. The only thing that stopped him was Granger standing there. He frowned. "They healed all the burns?"
"I'd assume they did," Harry replied, not feeling much else pain besides the one in his chest. "But then I could be on some kind of Pain Numbing Potion."
"So how long have you two been ... more than friends?" Hermione asked.
Harry raised an eyebrow, glancing over at Draco. "A few months or so," he replied, smiling at the other man.
"Four months, five days," Draco answered blushing, and Granger laughed.
That made Harry laugh as well, shaking his head. "You're such a girl," he teased, grinning up at Draco.
"I most certainly am not," Draco snapped, blushing even brighter now.
Hermione gave Harry a look that said she wasn't sure whether to be offended or amused.
"Physically, sure," Harry agreed, reaching to pull him closer and down.
Draco frowned, really not liking being called a girl, but he didn't resist his lover's pull.
"You know I'm joking," Harry whispered, pulling him close so he could kiss him softly.
Draco surrendered to that kiss, just glad that Harry was safe.
Hermione cleared her throat.
Harry only pulled back from the kiss then, running a finger down Draco's cheek. "Stop worrying about me," he whispered, and then lay back in the bed.
"Impossible," Draco answered, making the statement both an answer to Harry's statement and a critique of his boyfriend.
"You're going to have to get used to this," Harry sighed, beginning to feel a little tired now. "I'm an Auror."
Draco huffed, but nodded. He had been watching Harry risk his life since long before they worked for the Ministry, let alone started dating.
"And when are you going to tell Ron?" Hermione insisted.
"We were working up to that," Harry mumbled, making a small face at the thought of having to do it.
"Well, the longer you wait, the worse he will be when you tell him," she warned.
Draco was not looking forward to it either. After all, he did work with both of them.
"We know." Harry sighed once again, coughing lightly as he turned on his side to try and get comfortable.
"Well, I'll check back with you later," Hermione said. "Promise you'll listen to the Healers?"
Harry nodded, his eyes closing. "Unfortunately, I don't have much of a choice," he mumbled.
Hermione patted him on the shoulder before leaving. Draco pulled his wand and conjured a chair, pulling it close and leaning forward with his arms on the bed so he could still hold Harry's hand.
"You don't have to stay," Harry said once he realised that Draco wasn't leaving.
"I know," Draco answered, smiling.
Harry opened his eyes a little, smiling back. "Okay, Draco." He squeezed his hand and relaxed into a comfortable sleep.
Part 4