He felt the bed shift under him as Draco ordered him to stay put as he retrieved the jar of lubricant. Draco kissed him gently on the temple. “You sure you still want this?” he asked softly.
Harry opened his eyes halfway and smiled lazily at Draco. “I don’t think it’s possible for me to get more relaxed,” he said. “Seems like the perfect time to me.”
“Do you know how incredibly hot you are like this?” Draco asked, moving back behind Harry again.
Harry didn’t bother answering, but he flushed with pleasure at hearing the almost reverent tone of Draco’s voice as he said those words.
Despite being so relaxed, Harry still tensed a little when he felt Draco’s finger probing at his entrance. He inhaled sharply as it slid easily inside, Draco already having loosened him earlier with his mouth. Draco slowly pushed it in and out, testing and gentle, and soon enough Harry was pushing back against it.
Harry had no idea why he’d been nervous at all. He was already hard again and was aching for more. Draco gave him more at his demand, inserting a second finger.
“Oh, Merlin,” he breathed, pushing back against Draco’s hand.
“Good, Harry?” Draco asked, his free hand planted firmly in the small of Harry’s back.
Harry nodded fervently into the pillow. “Yes,” he hissed, even as Draco’s fingers started scissoring inside him, stretching him further. “Fuck yes,” he said, despite the slight burn.
His eyes suddenly threatened to roll to the back of his head as Draco touched something inside him that set off those sparking waves of sensation again.
“Draco, do that again,” he panted.
“This?” Draco asked. He did it again – repeatedly – causing such a reaction in Harry’s body that there was no hope of him answering.
Harry was aware of Draco adding the third finger and simply pushed back, accepting it greedily. He was hypersensitive and more than ready for Draco.
“Please, Draco,” Harry moaned. “You . . . now . . . inside.”
Draco had obviously been waiting for those words, or at least some combination thereof, and within seconds his cock had replaced his fingers and he was pressing inside.
“Oh gods,” Harry said, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. There was an underlying burning, but it was nothing compared to the thrill of Draco slowly filling him.
“All right?” Draco asked, his voice strained.
“Feels ‘mazing,” Harry answered.
Draco groaned loudly as he seated himself fully in Harry’s arse. He leaned over, dropping his forehead to the middle of Harry’s back. “You are so fucking tight, Harry,” he said.
Harry simply breathed, adjusting to this totally new sensation. He didn’t know what he’d been imagining exactly, but it had been nothing like this. He’d told Draco to claim him but, in a way, he felt like he was claiming Draco. Draco was inside of him – a part of him – in a very physical sense.
He pushed back, letting Draco know that he was ready for more. And Draco gave him more. They found a rhythm fairly quickly that suited them.
The newness of the situation, the fact that they were doing this at all, and with each other, was enough of a rush – all of that combined with the physical sensations. Harry felt each thrust, some of them sparking that spot inside of him, and was feeling himself slide over into sensory overload.
He’d been completely unaware that Draco’s hands were gripping his hips hard enough to bruise until one hand let go to slide around Harry’s side and under to grip his cock. Draco’s rhythm faltered for a moment, but he soon picked it up again, thrusting in and out of Harry even as he stroked him at the same pace.
Just as he had earlier, Harry came hard, coating the sheets under him that had never even been cleaned from the first time.
“Oh, fucking hell, Harry,” Draco breathed, his hips jerking erratically as Harry’s arse squeezing his cock pulled his release from him, shooting it deep inside.
Harry was breathing hard and didn’t even try to speak. He was left physically shaking from the rush.
Draco slowly pulled out and laid down, pulling Harry down to lie in front of him, back to chest. “All right, Harry?” he asked, kissing the side of his neck. “You’re shaking.”
“It was just intense,” Harry admitted softly. “You?” he asked.
“Incredible,” Draco answered.
They laid there quiet and relaxed for several long minutes until Draco finally roused them again to take a shower.
“I don’t want to get up,” Harry pouted. “I like it right where I’m at.”
“I take it you approve of the start to your birthday,” Draco said in amusement, rising from the bed and tugging Harry along with him.
“Definitely,” Harry said, nodding his head for emphasis. “I don’t feel like facing the rest of the world today. And that includes facing any one else in this house.”
Draco turned the water on in the shower before looking back at Harry. “Everything’s fine, Harry,” he said, running his hands up and down Harry’s arms reassuringly. “You seem to have impressed my father. And Severus as well.”
Harry’s face twisted as he attempted to figure out if he should be happy or not that he’d impressed Lucius. Draco dragged him into the shower as he tried to decide.
“Draco, how did your father react to . . . well, to finding out he’s a grandfather?” Harry asked. He wasn’t sure he was ready to ask how Lucius felt about him and Draco being together.
“I’m not entirely sure,” Draco admitted, reaching for the soap.
“You’re not sure,” Harry said flatly.
“Well, if you mean his immediate reaction, he was shocked when I brought Victoria in to meet him this morning,” Draco said. “He . . . well, you’d have appreciated seeing my father looking gobsmacked.”
He gave Harry a look that dared him to say anything. Harry kept his mouth shut. He’d seen that expression on Lucius’ face more than once the day before. He didn’t appreciate it as much as he would have expected.
“I’ve never seen my father at a loss for words before,” Draco said, sounding defensive. “He’s probably disappointed in me for getting a girl pregnant in the first place, but he’s pleased because Victoria is a Malfoy child. I don’t think he’s quite sure how to react to her at the moment, though. There’s just so much that’s happened.”
Harry snorted, but didn’t say anything. As they washed, Draco continued to ramble.
Harry learned that, despite the late night, the others had arisen early to fill Lucius in on the events of the last year. He was just thankful they’d left him out of it and let him sleep. What was important to him was that overall Lucius seemed to be reacting positively to the current situation. Lucius was not happy with how Voldemort had treated his family and Harry came out looking quite good under the circumstances.
He still wasn’t sure how Lucius felt about him being with Draco, though. Draco only said that his father being there didn’t change anything between them and otherwise evaded the topic. Harry let it go for the time being. It was obvious that Draco was elated to have his father back and Harry was loath to ruin things by pushing the issue.
It wasn’t until they were out of the shower and Harry went to get dressed that Draco decided to inform him that he wasn’t expected at the Weasleys until dinner at six o’clock.
“So, you really don’t have to worry about what to wear at the moment,” Draco tossed out casually.
Harry gave Draco a sidelong glance as he grabbed the t-shirt he’d been planning to wear anyway – to go with the trousers he’d planned on wearing anyway.
“Uh, I never set a time and it’s not exactly formal at the Weasley’s house,” Harry pointed out.
Draco’s voice came from the large closet as he selected his own clothes. “I arranged the time for you to go to the Weasleys tonight with the matching pair. Granger’s still worried about your wardrobe choices for the wedding, but Weaselette is getting her off your back about it. You don’t have to go shopping with her today.”
Harry pulled his shirt on, nonplussed. Draco was making his plans for him? With the Weasleys? He had to admit, he hadn’t gotten around to making any himself.
