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Shatterproof Plan, Part 25

Title: Shatterproof Plan, Part 25
Author: [personal profile] digthewriter
Pairing/Characters: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 2470
Rating: NC-17
Content: Explicit Sex. Bottom Harry.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. This is all fun and no offence is intended.
Author's Notes: Unbetaed for the most part. Story is legit made up as I go along w/ the prompts.
Prompt/Challenge: 1. [livejournal.com profile] slythindor100 early bird prompt: London View, 2. [info]adventdrabbles prompt/day 25: Snowed In.

Harry walked Draco back to his hotel suite, but didn't come in.

"Thanks for such a wonderful evening," Draco said as they stood awkwardly outside the door.

Harry smiled and pulled Draco close to him. He started his kisses slow, the way Draco used to love them. From his neck to his cheek before reaching Draco's lips. Draco sucked in a breath as Harry gently pulled on Draco's hair and deepened the kiss. Draco was almost putty in Harry's hands. He was so sure Harry'd want to come in, but he was too afraid to ask. He was too afraid for the disappointment if Harry would've said no. So he didn't ask.

They snogged like a couple of teenagers outside Draco's room and eventually, Harry pulled away and said goodnight.

Draco went into the suite, Charlie's things were gone, and it looked like Teddy wasn't back yet; he headed to his room. He undressed and went into the shower, all the while, wondering if he should have invited Harry in.

As he lay in bed that night, Christmas Eve coming to an end, Draco decided he wasn't going to dwell on what could have been. He was going to see Harry tomorrow, and it was going to be a wonderful Christmas day.

That night, he dreamt of something that was more of a memory than a wish. He and Harry were young, on their brooms, and flying over the London bridge. They took in the beautiful London view with the night sky it's perfect dark red, as if they were catching the sunset just a few minutes too late, and Draco's breath caught. It was a perfect evening, and he was there with his perfect partner.


A knock at the door of his hotel suite woke Draco up in a start. He checked the clock that was on the wall and found out it was nearly six in the morning. Had Teddy forgot his key? he wondered but couldn't understand why one of Teddy's friends — which were all the resort staff, apparently — didn't let him in?

Draco summoned his dressing gown and shuffled his way to the front door. Much to his surprise, it wasn't Teddy, but Harry standing by the door.

"I…hi… Is everything okay?" Draco asked, concerned, taking in Harry's appearance. He had old Muggle jeans on with a white t-shirt. His hair was all over the place, and he looked like he hadn't slept for one minute. Draco was truly starting to worry.

"Harry, are you all right?"

"Yeah. Yes. I'm fine. I'm sorry I woke you but I couldn't wait. I know you get up early in the morning — or I assumed you still do — and yesterday you'd gone for a run and all around this time…"

Draco raised an eyebrow, "keeping tabs on me, Potter?"

Harry gave a nervous chuckle.

"Come in before other guests start to wonder…" Draco got out of the way to let Harry in. "Is something the matter?" he asked after closing the door.

"No. No. Not exactly…" Harry said, looking around the common room of Draco's suite and let out a low whistle. "Nice place."

Draco shrugged. "Teddy's doing."

"Is he here?"

"I don't know. He's been out the last two nights because he's hitting it off with that bloke Liam. So he might not be."

"I… Sorry to disturb you again. I shouldn't have come…"

"No, Harry. What's the matter?" Draco asked, taking a few steps towards Harry and closing the distance between them. He wanted to wrap Harry in his arms and never let him go.

"I…uh… I haven't been able to sleep all night. I just… I wanted to see you. Again. Last night when we kissed outside your door and…"

"It was wonderful," Draco said with a smile. "I didn't want the evening to end."

"Yeah?" Harry said, excited. "I wanted to stay. But you didn't ask and I didn't want to push…"

Draco raked his fingers through Harry's hair and Harry leaned into the touch. As Harry closed his eyes, Draco leaned in and left a small kiss on Draco's lips. "I want you to stay. Here. For the rest of your trip. If you're okay with that. We can switch rooms with Teddy."

Harry's eyes opened and he grinned. "I'd like that. After I left, I was starting to worry it was all a dream, that you weren't back in my life and we weren't—"

"Me too," Draco said. "It's foolish. We're grown adults but I want you just as much now as I wanted you twenty years ago."

"Is it too fast?" Harry asked, pulling Draco closer, his face buried in Draco's neck as he gently kissed and sucked the skin there.

Draco let out a gentle laugh. "On our first date, you gave me a blow job in the toilets, and then the next day you showed up at the Ministry where I was required to work after the war, and instead of you apologising for going too fast, we'd ended up rubbing up against each other and coming on each other's hand. Twice."

Harry released what seemed like a growl against Draco's neck.

"And we'd all but moved in together after a week of dating 'officially' — so I don't think we know how to pace ourselves, Potter."

"I've never felt this way about anyone in my life. I tried to get over you—"

"I know. I believe you…" Draco said, his hand coming up to cup the back of Harry's head and he rubbed smooth circles on Harry's back with his other hand. "Why don't we go and rest and we can talk more about it at a decent hour."

"Okay…" Harry said, and allowed Draco to pull him into his bedroom.

They undressed down to their pants and got in bed together. It'd been so long since Draco'd been intimate with anyone, and now he was there with Harry was like a dream. He was also afraid that this wasn't real.

Harry edged himself close to Draco, and after a few heated kisses, crawled up on Draco's body. He relaxed, nuzzling into Draco's neck again, and mumbled against Draco's skin. "When we wake up, I want you to fuck me."

"Oh…" Draco said, almost startled. "Okay… Yeah."


Draco woke up to a warm body pressed to his back. For a moment he'd forgotten where he was, and who he was with. But it was a fleeting moment because everything that'd happened the night before came rushing to him. He checked the time and discovered it was after ten o'clock. He wanted to stay like that for a while, pretend as if he and Harry were the only two people in the universe, and they were cuddled in bed together — snowed in — and without a care in the world.

Harry let out a small groan from behind him and pressed his groin against Draco's arse. Then, Draco couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore, his body reacted on its own accord and he was pressing back. He'd missed this man, and he and Harry had shared a moment in the steam room a couple of days ago, and now…Draco couldn't deny himself this Christmas present.

Draco turned so he could be face-to-face with Harry, and found Harry to be sleepily smiling at him. "You should sleep some more. You only slept four hours—"

"No," Harry said shaking his head. "Sleep is for the weak."

Draco grinned at Harry and pulled him in for a quick kiss. He was too conscious of his breath and didn't want to ruin the moment between them. If Harry had bad breath, Draco wouldn't have cared, but he cared about himself.

"I'll be right back…" Draco said and slipped out of bed. When he was back a few short minutes later, Harry was up half-sat up on the bed. "I think you should be resting more."

"Why? Afraid I won't be able to keep up with you?" Harry teased, pulling Draco close to him. "Ah, no fair. You went and brushed your teeth. You were always so obsessed with bed-etiquette."

Draco shrugged and snuggled next to Harry under the covers. "I don't want you to end up leaving me for bad breath…" he teased.

Harry rolled his eyes and before Draco could do anything had pulled Draco so Draco was settled in Harry's lap, and they were almost chest-to-chest. "I don't plan on leaving you…"

"Hmm, that's good," Draco said with another quick kiss. He shifted his hips so his arse was right against Harry's cock and hummed again. "Now, I believe you said something about fuckin—"

"I love you, Draco," Harry said, catching Draco by surprise. Again. "I just want you to know that. Don't even joke about leaving each other because—"

"I know, I know…" Draco said, placing his hand on Harry's chest. "I'm sorry. I love you too, Harry. You have to believe me I never stopped…"

Harry nodded before he pulled Draco into a deep, bruising kiss. They were so close together and Harry lifted his knees to bring Draco closer still; his obvious erection pressing against Draco's and Draco's own hard cock pushing against Harry's stomach.

"We should definitely fuck now," Harry said, his hands coming up to Draco's face, and then moving further up as his fingers raked through Draco's hair.

"Yeah…" Draco gasped, grinding his arse against Harry's, wanting his hard cock. But Harry had said he'd wanted Draco to fuck him before—was that still true?

"How do you want to do it?" Harry asked, and Draco smiled against Harry's lips. Harry loved talking about it with Draco, Draco remembered, and he wanted to seize the opportunity. He wanted to tell Harry exactly how he wanted him.

"Want you," Draco said, groaning into Harry's mouth. "Want to suck you first, taste you after all this time, before I open you up with my fingers and slide my cock in…"

Harry moaned, arching up, and his hands tugged on Draco's locks.

"Liked that, did you?" Draco teased.

"You know I did. Gods, how have I survived all these years without you…" Harry said, sounding turned on, and mournful at the same time.

"Shh… Let me take care of you…" Draco said before he slithered down Harry's body, and pulled Harry's pants down. Draco looked down at Harry's thick cock, ready for him, and he wanted to say he'd missed it, but stopped himself. He didn't want to reminisce in the past anymore; he wanted to make new memories. Start a new life with Harry. "Can't wait to feel you don't my throat…" he said, instead.

It appeared to have the right effect on Harry who bucked his hips, urging Draco to take him in. Draco didn't wait any longer and he licked the head of Harry's cock a few times until Harry was writhing under him. "You taste so good, Harry," he said and took him all the way in. He sucked a few times as Harry thrashed and moaned above him, and then he released Harry's cock with a pop.

Harry glanced down at him, confused, and with a pleading look in his eyes. "What—"

"Don't hold back, okay?" Draco said softly. "I want to feel all of you, taste you, so don't stop?"

Harry nodded, and his hands that'd been holding onto the pillows came down and gently grabbed the top of Draco's head, ready to guide him as Draco'd set the rhythm.

It was arousing beyond belief and Draco was quite sure he was going to come right then and there without being touched but he needed to calm himself down. He needed to make this about Harry first. His hands raked over Harry's body as Harry's hips bucked up once a while, fucking his mouth, all the while Draco licked and sucked Harry dry.

Eventually, Draco reached between Harry's legs and pressed the flat of his middle finger against Harry's hole. Harry groaned again, and it seemingly did the trick. When Harry spilled down Draco's throat, he was panting, moaning Draco's name as if it was something new he was trying out. A name he'd not moaned like that in a very long while.

Draco reached up again and kissed Harry. They kissed for what felt like hours and Harry pressed his palms against the front of Draco's shorts, stroking him. Draco groaned. He wanted to come. He wanted to come just like that, but he'd promised Harry something else.

"How do you want it, love?" Draco asked tenderly. "Do you want to face me or do you want to be on all fours…"

"I want to look into your eyes as you fuck me, Draco," Harry said, still stroking him, and Draco let out a small whimper.

"You'll be the death of me, Potter."

"Right back at you, Malfoy."

Draco rested back on his haunches and grabbed the back of Harry's legs. He pushed them up and looked down, nearly salivating at the sight of Harry's hole. His. This was his. Harry was his. Forever. The dormant Veela side of him that never really showed itself seemed to be satisfied, as well.

Interesting, Draco thought. That was something new— something he'd have to explore soon.

"Hold yourself up like that for me, let me see you," he said as Harry grabbed the back of his thighs and brought his legs to his chest, giving Draco the chance to summon lube.

He took his time opening Harry up, even though Harry was all but begging and moaning for Draco to just start fucking him, but Draco knew he had to get him ready. He wasn't going to half-arse this opportunity. Harry was his, and he was going to take his time with him.

When he thought it was time, Draco lined the head of his cock against Harry's entrance and pushed in gently.

"More…" Harry said immediately.

"Relax. I need you to be patient—"

"Fuck patience," Harry roared. "Fuck me hard, Draco."

As Draco pushed in, Harry, obviously trying to make a point, pushed down. He brought his legs around and wrapped them around Draco's waist, as if locking him in, ready to never let him go. "I love the way you feel around me," Draco muttered, leaning down to mumble in Harry's ear, continuing to thrust frantically now. He himself wasn't able to hold back any longer. He needed to feel Harry, feel him all the way, and keep him forever.

Draco cried out his orgasm as he came inside Harry's clenching body, barely aware of the dampness against his stomach as Harry came for the second time. As he pulled out slowly, he sagged into Harry's arms, ready to fall asleep again.

With Harry next to him—he'd never slept better.

This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/560700.html. Thanks for reading


Dec. 25th, 2017 10:57 pm (UTC)