|Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven,|
@ 2012-02-01 15:45:00
|Entry tags:||hp fic draco/harry, hp quill-it 100.3|
HP fic: Really Happening [Draco/Harry, adult]
Title: Really Happening
Pairing: Draco/Harry; references to Harry/Lucius
Length: 1757 words
Warnings: rimming, oral & anal sex
Summary: One of Harry's dearest wishes is coming true.
Note: For quill_it, 100.3, prompt 55, "wishes". This fic is part of the Harry/Lucius, Draco/Harry series, immediately following "No Paternal Oversight Required," but can be read alone.
One of Harry's dearest wishes, something he had dreamed about since he was a sixth-year at Hogwarts and perhaps earlier if he was honest about it, was about to become a reality.
He had to keep reminding himself to breathe as he talked to Tom and got one of the rooms at the Leaky Cauldron. Although he had told Draco he already had one, it had actually not been under his name, so now he had to get his own. Luckily Tom still had several available.
Draco was still sitting at the table finishing his drink when Harry hurried back. The way the light caught his cheek bones made him look older, emphasising his resemblance to his father, a phenomenon that made Harry's stomach twist just a little bit. He had been having an affair with Lucius for the past few months; his original intent had been to learn to be a good lover from someone to whom he would not form an attachment, but now he wasn't so sure that had been a good idea. He had learned a great deal, true, but recently he had begun to realise that he cared for Lucius more than he would ever have anticipated, even though his desire for Draco had remained strong.
He certainly had more in common with Draco from any rational standpoint. For one thing they were the same age, and they had had a great deal of interaction at school, though it had not always been positive. Harry had been obsessed with Draco the last year they had been at Hogwarts together, and he strongly suspected that Draco had had similar feelings, even if neither of them had felt himself in a position to act on them then.
"Room five," he said to Draco.
"Excellent." Draco smiled up at him. "I'm ready if you are."
And there was another plus to being with Draco, thought Harry as they left the pub proper and went upstairs. For a number of reasons he and Lucius had to be extremely discreet, whereas if anyone noticed that Harry and Draco had taken a room together, it might be an item in the Prophet's gossip column, but no one would really care that much. The door to the room shut behind them. It was like all of the rooms at the Leaky Cauldron: a bit musty, with a squeaky floorboard or two, and furnished with an old four-poster bed, a small wardrobe, and a single chair. There were no en suite baths; Harry suspected the building dated from well before indoor plumbing existed at all.
He took a deep breath and confessed, "I'm a little nervous." Thanks to Lucius he knew what he was doing, probably more than Draco, unless Draco had had rather more experience than seemed likely, but Harry had imagined this moment so often, he wanted to make it perfect. Honesty might be a way to defuse the tension, which would be better for them both.
"So am I." Draco stepped closer. "I can't quite believe this is really happening, you know?"
"Yes." Harry pushed up his glasses.
"Maybe you should take those off," suggested Draco.
When Harry did, Draco took them from him and set them carefully down on the window sill. Harry blinked a few times, letting his vision adjust. He could see without glasses, it was just that everything close had blurred edges, and more distant objects faded to mist.
"That's better... although it's a bit funny to see you without them. They're so much a part of your face." Draco's fingertips touched Harry's cheek and the bridge of his nose where the wire rims always made a mark. His fingers were warm. Harry reached and brought Draco's hand to his mouth, kissing each finger in turn before returning to Draco's forefinger and taking it between his lips, his tongue circling the tip.
"Ah," Draco breathed. He moved a step closer, until Harry could feel the heat of his body across the scant space that still separated them. Harry took the next step, pressing them together as he released Draco's finger and let his head tip back to meet Draco's kiss.
There was little to remind Harry of Lucius in that. Where Lucius's kisses tended to be powerful, even demanding, Draco held back as though worried that Harry might object. Not until Harry took the lead, coaxing Draco's lips to part, did Harry feel Draco's tongue against his own.
Embraced, they moved toward the bed and fell across it, side by side. Harry nudged his knee between Draco's legs and pulled him closer, still kissing. Already he was almost unbearably aroused, but his experiences with Lucius had taught him the value of restraint.
Draco was slimmer than his father, Harry noticed, running his hands along Draco's body. Not that Lucius was by any means fat; he was a little more muscular than his son, that was all, and Harry supposed that Draco might yet fill out more too. He cupped Draco's arse, squeezing its firm resilience through Draco's trousers, and Draco responded by rocking against Harry's thigh. It was evident that Draco was as turned on as Harry, but he seemed also to have the same preference for taking this slowly. Not until Draco's movements ceased did Harry stop kissing him and move back a few inches.
Draco lay glassy-eyed, rumpled, but still fully clothed. Deliberately Harry reached for Draco's chest, undid one button, then the next, and all the way down. He could see the outline of Draco's cock in his tight trousers, and brushed his fingers over the fine wool, watching Draco's hips jolt in response.
Pushing aside the loosened folds of Draco's shirt, Harry stroked the sparse fair curls of his chest, stroking circles and spirals that inevitably centred on his nipples. Draco gasped as Harry pinched him, his mouth opening into a longing O.
"Do you like that?" murmured Harry, though he scarcely needed Draco's emphatic nod of assent. He continued toying with Draco's nipple with one hand while with the other he unbuttoned his shirt. Shrugging out of it, he guided Draco to touch him and hissed as Draco's fingers pinched. Draco twisted the tight nub, just a little.
"Oh fuck, yes," breathed Harry, and saw Draco give a smile that was so similar to his father's that for an instant Harry thought it was Lucius there.
He took a deep breath, willing himself to control.
"Do you want to fuck me?"
Harry was a little surprised that Draco would put it so bluntly, but then, why shouldn't he? "If that's what you want... I can go either way, I don't mind," said Harry.
"I'd rather you fucked me, this time anyway." Draco's lips were parted, his breathing quick and shallow. "I'll do you next time if you want."
Harry nodded, his heart leaping at Draco's assumption that there would be a next time. "I don't have any lube with me, though, I'll have to use a spell."
"That's fine." Draco's hand dropped away from Harry's chest to start unfastening his trousers.
Once they were both naked, Harry fumbled for his wand and brought the tip to rest between Draco's arsecheeks. He didn't use the lubrication charm immediately, however, but rather a sanitising spell. Then he stroked the still-dry skin.
"Er, Harry...?" Draco craned his neck to look back over his shoulder. "I think you forgot something?"
"Not at all." Harry nudged Draco's thighs apart and knelt between them. He lowered his head and traced a line with his tongue, down along Draco's spine to the dimple at its base and on, slithering it in between Draco's arsecheeks.
"You're not... oh fuck, Harry, fuck!" Draco exclaimed as Harry's tongue found the tight pucker of his arsehole and nudged inside.
The sanitising spell had done its work. Harry tasted nothing but clean skin as he explored the soft texture of Draco's entrance. Above him Draco whimpered, pushing back against Harry's face, clearly very much enjoying what Harry was doing.
Even the most delightful activity cannot be sustained forever. Eventually Harry had to give his tongue some rest. By that point Draco's arsehole was quite relaxed -- Harry tested it with his finger -- and only a quick lubrication charm was needed before Harry was pressing his long-denied cock into Draco's warm and willing body.
Glancing down he saw that Draco had grasped his own cock, whether to fist himself or try to hold himself back, Harry wasn't sure. Perhaps both, as Draco saw fit. If he didn't come while Harry was inside him, Harry would take care of that later. In the meantime, he kept his own thrusts slow, savouring the sensation. It felt different from his experiences with Lucius, although he couldn't put his finger on just how. Not that it mattered; this was enough, too much even.
Harry's breath came in ragged gasps, his thrusts quickening involuntarily. The tide of desire rising through him could no longer be controlled. With a groan that seemed torn from his very guts he came, his spunk pulsing deep into Draco's body.
The cessation of his movements evidently told Draco what had happened. He stilled the motion of his arm. "Harry?"
"Yeah. Fuck. That was... wow." Harry swallowed. "My jaw's a little sore, but do you want me to suck you off?"
"Please; I'm pretty sure it won't take long, so your mouth should be okay." Draco scooted forward a little, letting Harry's cock ease out of him, and turned over. If being fucked had caused his erection ever to falter, it had regained its full size, standing hard and scarlet above his tight bollocks.
Harry touched his tongue to the slit and tasted the clear fluid that welled there before he began to suck in earnest. He was thankful for Lucius's instruction in this technique; without that teaching he could not have taken Draco in to the very root. Draco's hands clutched at Harry's shoulders, his nails digging into the flesh. As his words had suggested, it was only moments before his bitter cream spurted into Harry's throat. Harry backed off, swallowed, and crawled up Draco's body, laying down a line of kisses that led to his mouth. Draco kissed him back, fiercely now, with none of the tentativeness he had shown earlier.
"Merlin. Where'd you learn to do that?"
"Oh, just around, you know." Harry shrugged and smiled. He was certainly not going to tell Draco the whole truth about how, and from whom, he'd learned. At least... not yet.