TBGC

He Defines Me
Chapter Eight

Draco lay in his bed, booked propped against a pillow, lazily scanning the pages. Being a Hogsmead weekend the others had left early that morning. As much as he had wanted to go he was far more interested in catching up with his studies and going to see Harry. It wasn’t just that he found him attractive, either, he was funny, and he listened readily. It was probably the closest thing Draco had ever come to having a real friend.

He sighed heavily as he heard the door behind him creak open, "Go away." When there was no immediate response, he slammed the book shut, whoever it was knew better than to come in while he was studying, "Look, it’s not my fault if you..." He had turned around while speaking and the annoyed drawl quickly drained from his voice, "Harry, what are you doing here?"

Harry was standing at his door, breathing rather hard, as though he’d been running, back pressed against the heavy wood, "We have to have sex."

Draco blinked, sudenly unable to move. He’d assumed it had to be important if Harry had made his way through the dungeons to find the Slytherin dorm. Not only that but to get into them. It wasn’t that it was difficult, he just knew Harry hated leaving Severus’ chambers, in fact, he stayed five feet from the door at all time. But, they had to have sex? "Harry, not that I’m complaining, but what are you talking about?"

Pealing his eyes off his friend, he looked around the room hesitantly, making sure no else was around, before walking over to the bed and crawling up on his hands and knees, "We have to have sex. You know, sex."

Draco backed himself into the headboard, Harry following him the entire way, keeping them nose to nose, "I know what sex is, but why?"

Harry sat back, looking defeated, "Severus said that I should have sex with someone my own age before I decide for sure I want him, and I know you like me, so I just thought..."

He should have been torn. Really, it was a horrible choice to have to make. Having sex with Harry would be taking advantage of the fact that he did not understand it. He might think he did, but all he really understood was the function, not the emotion behind it. Then again, he was a Slytherin for a reason.

Not giving himself time to further analyze the situation, Draco dove forward, planting his lips onto the other boy and immediately diving his tongue into Harry’s half open mouth. As his tongue clashed against Harry’s he tasted something small, metal and round, and pulled back staring openly while his mind turned the information, "You have a tongue ring?!"

Harry stared back, not in the least phased. He nodded and stuck out his tongue, revealing a small bar with a ball on each end sticking through his tongue. "Yup, I wanted the nipple ring, but Tom wanted the tongue ring. He says it feels good."

After a moment, Draco shrugged to himself, and grabbed the back of Harry’s head, pulling him forward into a rough, deep kiss. Almost immediately Harry responded, moving his mouth against Draco and leaning towards him. The blonde worked his fingers into the hair at the base of Harry’s neck, slipping his tongue between unresisting lips and using his free arm to pull the boy into his lap.

Once there Harry seemed to fall into place like a puzzle. Grinding his hips downward he was rewarded with a slight gasp from the taller boy, and repeated the action, feeling his own erection growing steadily larger. Draco removed his lips from Harry, both needing breath and wanting to taste his skin. Latching onto the soft neck below the collar, he nibbled softly and then harder.

With a gasp Harry stopped and pulled back, his eyes wide and confused, though by no means pained, "What was that?"

Draco pulled him back down, licking the spot and felt the shiver run up Harry’s spine, "Does it bother you?"

Gripping the bed sheets Harry found himself boneless as Draco ran his nails lightly down Harry’s back, "No, just never... oh god!"

Draco smiled to himself, he’d found Harry’s spot, towards the back where his shoulder and neck met, "No one’s ever done that?"

"God, no, just don’t stop."

Breathing on the moist skin, Draco pushed Harry onto his back and kissed him thoroughly before pulling back to enjoy the view of the flushed boy beneath him, "Don’t worry, I have no intentions of stopping."

Harry clenched his fists into the sheets as Draco continued to suck on his neck, pressing their bodies together, and unbuttoning harry’s shirt as quickly as his shaking hands would allow. Slowly, he began to work his way lower, stopping to playfully bite at each nipple before continuing down his abdomen. At the pant line, he looked up and waited till Harry looked down at him, seemingly more curious than frustrated, “Has anyone ever done this?”

Harry looked at Draco for a moment, as though deciding the best course of action, before nodding reluctantly. He grabbed the zipper with his teeth and slowly pulled it down, never taking his eyes off Harry’s, “Who?”

Harry moaned softly as Draco continued finished unzipping and began working his pants and boxers down his thighs. “Mister Malfoy, once.”

Draco raised an eyebrow, stopping for a moment before grinning wickedly, “Well, now, if there’s one thing I might be better at than my father...” Dropping his head down onto Harry and easing his throat to take him all the way into the back of his throat, he delighted in the high pitched squeak that quickly turned into a low moan as Harry clenched his fists even tight into the blankets.

After a few quick bobs of his head, he realized Harry’s bony hipsm while attractive were dangerous and likely to hurt him if he kept bucking up every time his cock hit the back of Draco’s throat. Slipping his arms under Harry’s legs, the blonde gripped his hips and increased the pace.

Slipping Harry out of his mouth long enough to wet a finger he nearly giggled at the desperate sounds coming from the boy’s mouth. As he latched onto the cock in front of him again, he swirled his tongue around the head and played with the underside, slipping a finger down the cleft and slowly eased it into the waiting whole.

At the entry it clenched tight around him, squeezing as he worked it in and out and added a second. Draco looked up for a moment, but Harry’s face showed no pain, in fact, it surprisingly showed nothing, it was blank, as though he were eating something tasteless, or reading a textbook. Draco frowned but set to work trying to change that, hooking his fingers slightly and moving them around in search of...

“Oh my god!!” Harry’s eyes opened wide, bright green and fogged over slightly at the sudden flashed of pleasure. “What the hell was that?”

Draco did it again, pumping his fingers slowly and angling them to hit the spot. “That’s why men willingly have sex with each other.”

Harry’s head dropped back to the pillow, his eyes rolling back into his head, “God, whatever, just keep doing it.”

Pulling the fingers out with one more thrust, Draco moved up, and kissed Harry sloppily, running his tongue around the inside of the other boy’s mouth as he positioned himself for entry, “You ready?”

Rather than answer, Harry bucked forward, sucking the head of Draco’s cock inside of him. The blond let his forehead drop onto Harry’s shoulder, taking deep breaths to stop himself from cumming at the sudden tightness clenched around him. Looking back up he saw the mischievous twinkle in Harry’s open eyes and smiled back, “Little mink.” He wasn’t sure why, but he liked calling him that, maybe it was the way, Harry acted, like a cuddly animal rather than a fifteen year old boy. “How can you take it so easily and still be so tight?”

Harry bucked again, taking Draco halfway in and smiling brightly, “Practice.”

Draco dropped his head again as the Harry clenched muscles Draco didn’t even know existed, “Stop that, or this is gonna be over before it really begins,” When he’d gotten control of himself, Draco began to slowly push himself the rest of the way in, and leaned forward, capturing Harry’s lower lip and biting softly before deepening into a kiss and starting a slow thrust.

As he thrust into the spot he’d found before, Harry’s eyes flew open and his hands left the sheets, clenching onto Draco’s lower back for a moment before he let go. Draco looked at his apologetic eyes and took Harry’s hand, placing back where it was, “You can touch me, you know.”

Harry started to smile weakly, but it dropped as Draco once again thrust into him, “I’ll touch anything you want if you keep moving.”

Setting a steady pace, Draco tried to keep it slow, worried that he would somehow hurt Harry. Despite whatever experience the smaller boy might have, he was still smaller, and incredible tight, almost too tight. After a few minutes of the agonizingly slow fuck, Harry finally gave in to his better judgement, “Faster! Harder! God, please!”

Draco decided he wasn’t that worried and lifted Harry’s leg onto his shoulder, bracing his hands on either side of the boy’s head. Once he was sure of his balance he began again, speeding up with each thrust. The faster he sped up, the tighter Harry clenched his muscles. Dropping onto his elbows, he sped up more, grinding his lips onto Harry’s and reaching between their bodied, stroking Harry each time he hit the prostrate, delighting in the way he responded, tightening in those impossible places, squirming and moaning, “Don’t need it. Draco, I’m gonna come.”

He didn’t stop, speeding up again, fucking at a near bruising pace as his orgasm hit. He felt the warm semen splash onto his hand and slowed down, milking himself and egging Harry’s orgasm on until he was sure they were both finished. Dropping on top of the smaller boy he breathed heavily, “That was incredible.”

Harry shoved him over onto his back, cuddling up next to him and closing his eyes, murmuring his agreement as Draco stroked his hair languidly.

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It was like having a cat sleeping next to him. Harry kept purring and pressing his head against Draco’s chest, he’d been doing that for over an hour. The sex had been nothing short of wonderful. Harry could do things with his body Draco had never even dreamed of, and he had some rather vivid fantasies. Moaning slightly at the memory, Draco shook Harry softly, "Wake up."

Harry gave of a soft sound, something between a groan of reproach at having to open his eyes and a moan of pleasure as Draco’s hands tugged on the nipple ring. "Why?"

"Cause you make too much noise when you sleep."

Lifting his head up, Harry gave Draco a sour look, "I do not."

"Do to."

"Do not."

Cupping Harry’s face between his hands, Draco kissed him, soundly, "Snape must take a drought of the living dead if you don’t keep him up." Harry put his head back onto Draco’s chest, pouting slightly as he cuddled closer. Draco ran his fingers through his own mussed up hair and sighed, "Harry?" Harry looked up slightly, not taking his cheek off Draco’s breast, "Would you mind telling me about Voldemort? I mean, there’s a good chance I’ll end up in his bed this summer, and I’d kind of want to know what to expect."

Looking back down and closing his eyes, Harry thought about it, "He’s nice. Well, to me. I have board games, and my cage is huge, I can lay flat both ways, and it’s soft. If I wanted something, all I had to do was ask. But there were rules. I wasn’t allowed to talk to anyone other than him, unless he told me to, and I couldn’t leave the room, and I wasn’t supposed to read."

"But you do?"

Harry nodded, and closed his eyes, "He cares for me. Even if he knew I think he’d just take all the books away rather than punish me."

"How did he punish you?"

Hot breath blew against his chest as Harry laughed, "I got spanked a few times, but it was laughable at best, closer to foreplay than pain, or he’d attach the cuffs to the bed and leave me there alone all day. At worst, I had to sleep in my cage that night, and he seemed to hate that as much as I did."

With some difficulty Draco managed to quell his nausea at the thought of anyone having to sleep in a cage. "Did you ever have to sleep with anyone else?" Harry nodded, but seemed uncharacteristically silent, and a stone settled in Draco’s stomach as he remembered what Harry had said earlier, "It was Father, wasn’t it?"

After a moment, Harry sat up, "Yes. Just Voldemort and your father, no one else."

Draco took a deep breath and propped himself up on the headboard, "Harry, were you ever allowed to say no?"

For the first time that week, Draco saw Harry look floored, as though a he’s been hit in the stomach by a rather fast broom. "No?"

"To sex? Did you ever say you didn’t want to?"

Harry stared at Draco as though he had gone mad, "Why would I?"

Shrugging the blond felt the nausea returned, "I don’t know, if you felt sick, or you just weren’t in the mood. Didn’t he ever ask?" When Harry shook his head, Draco took a long breath. His summer was looking worse and worse. Maybe he could convince Dumbledore to keep him here. "Does talking about it bother you?"

"Should it?"

"Maybe" Draco put his arm around Harry and pulled his head down into his lap, stroking his hair, "Did you like it? Having sex with Voldemort, I mean."

Harry shrugged, moaning under his breath, "I don’t know. It wasn’t like just now. I’ve never felt like that before. It hurt when I was younger, but I got used to it. Now it doesn’t really feel like anything. It’s comfortable, I suppose, normal, it makes me feel like everything is okay. But I don’t miss it."

Draco tried to imagine Harry not feeling anything during sex, but gave up. He had been so responsive, "How old were you when you first did it?"

After what felt like a long time, Harry answered, "I was eight when we started having sex for real. But I always knew we would. He’d do things to help prepare me for when I was old enough, he’d tell me what it would be like. When I was six he let me suck him, because I wanted to. I teased him for days, licking my food rather than just eating it. I wanted to make him happy, and he seemed to really want it."

With a soft chuckle Harry nuzzled Draco’s cock through the covers, playfully nipping at it as Draco had his neck. The blonde moaned in response and his hips thrust slightly, "That’s not fair."

Harry pulled the covers back with his teeth, running his tongue around the hardening length, "Why not?"

"Because you had sleep, god, just like that."

Humming around the erection, Harry pulled his mouth off it, dragging the tongue ring up the underside, and sat in Draco’s lap, pulling the boy’s fingers around his back and down to his ass, coaxing them to prepare him. Draco felt around inside for the prostate and was rewarded when Harry clutched his shoulders hard, digging his nails involuntarily into the flesh and sucking hard against the neck.

After a few minutes of watching the body above him thrash around, Draco pulled his fingers out and positioned himself, only to have Harry put a staying hand on him, sudenly looking him in the eyes, a mischievous twinkle behind the green, "No."

With a growl of frustration, Draco pushed him onto his back and lay above him, looking down with a mixture of disbelief and pain, "You little minx, you meant to do that!" Harry nodded

and Draco fell against him, breathing in the candy scent of his skin and trying to will away his erection, though he knew it was impossible.

Leaning into Harry’s ear, Draco licked it once, enjoying the shudder he felt against him, "Harry, if you don’t want me to fuck you, why don’t you fuck me?"

Before Harry could respond Draco flipped him over so that he was on top, looking as shocked as he had at the prospect of saying no, "You want me to...?"

Draco pulled him down into a kiss and nodded. A grin began to spread on the smaller boys face as he began kissing Draco again, and the blonde had to marvel that if Harry was even half as talented at top as he was on bottom it was likely to be the best fuck of his life.

-tbc-

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