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Harry left the next morning before Draco awoke. When he finally saw him again two days later, Draco said nothing about that night. He had so thoroughly returned to his normal behavior that Harry began to think Draco did not even remember it.
The usual resumed with such regularity that Harry wondered at his own memory. When he showed up at Draco’s door, it was always to find the man at home, silently letting him in and leading him to the bedroom. Draco talked during sex again, and but the things Harry really wanted to know, what he’d said that night, he could never find a way to ask. Draco’s discussions were too blissful, too full of sarcasm to allow such an odd topic. Harry didn’t really know what he wanted to say anyway.
But he was coming to some sort of conclusion about it, made even more prominent with every word Draco spoke. It wasn’t until one night when Draco answered the door in nothing but his trousers that Harry figured it out.
They didn’t even make it into the bedroom; Draco tugged him onto the couch into his lap within three seconds of his arrival.
Draco’s hands went immediately to Harry’s belt, pulling it loose with swift fingers. “Do you have somewhere to be?”
Harry shrugged. He freed Draco’s shirt from his trousers and pulled it over his head. “Nothing that can’t wait.”
Draco looked at him, then closed his eyes. His fingers slid under the waistband of Harry’s jeans and clutched at the tops of his thighs. “Just give me a second, and you can be on your merry way.”
Harry lipped Draco’s jaw, and pulled back. The man’s hands were sliding up under his shirt, over his chest. “You look tired. Haven’t been keeping you up, have I?”
Draco rolled his eyes. Harry thought he was grimacing. “Not everything’s about you, Potter.” ((Psh. Liar.))
His mouth was on Harry’s before he could respond, hands tangled in his hair. Draco rolled his hips upward and sucked at Harry’s lower lip, forcing a deep kiss. He gave in completely; it was too hard not to. And that was when Harry considered that his own avoidance tactics might be a little different than Draco’s.
((This intro bit above to the ending sex scene was THE SCENE FROM HELL. As my family, Fire, Tipgardner, Aprillily, and probably Jex can attest to (sorry if I forgot anyone), I was PISSED the day I finally wrote this. I thought the drunk!Draco scene was going to be bad? Fuck. You have no idea how furious this scene made me. It’s a bridging scene between two bigger, more important scenes, and it just would NOT come. I was practically leaping out of my skin with frustration. Soooo many prior manifestations of this scene: 1) sex up against the wall. 2) Draco bottoms here for the second time and for the third time at the end instead of what I ended up with here. 3) Much more detail on Harry’s mindset that just fizzled and would NOT end itself and lead on into the final scene. A lot got cut here by the time I was satisfied with it. One thing I really wish had not been sliced was some dialogue where Draco hints that he does in fact remember being drunk, as well as everything he said and did while drunk. I guess now you will have to take it as you read it. But I had intended for Draco to let on that he remembered that night, and for Harry to pick up on it. I don’t know if it really matters for the outcome. And maybe people read it that way anyway. But THIS SCENE. *sporks madly* *and uses fireplace pokers*))
The next week taught Harry that, sex conversations or not, being unwilling to say what he was thinking was beginning to tell on him. He spent his nights in Draco’s bed staring at the ceiling after the other man had fallen asleep, and his nights when Draco was absent more annoyed than he liked to admit. At first he blamed the other man, but in the end it came down to the fact that, whatever Draco had in mind, it apparently wasn’t what Harry himself wanted. He knew the question he wanted to ask, and regardless of whether it made or broke the situation, Harry couldn’t sleep with it still sitting on his tongue, in Draco’s bed with the blond’s arm thrown across his chest or not.
All he needed was the right time to voice the question.
A month after his return to London, his opportunity appeared before him with surprising clarity. It was the second time Draco offered to bottom, and kneeling on the bed behind Draco, easing the man down over his length, Harry found he was unwilling to keep quiet any longer. He moved them both slowly, kissing the pale skin of Draco’s back, his hands gripping the slender hips against his. ((Wow, so I used to hate this position. But it has recently become one of my favorites to write about. I am very much partial to the “facing each other” position, and did not find this one appealing in the slightest from a reader’s standpoint. And I can’t remember exactly what it was that made me change my mind. I just REALLY like this position now. Something about the person in front turning his head to kiss the person behind. It’s incredibly enticing. So. /TMI section))
“Would you be okay with making this a little more permanent?”
Draco’s hand came back over their heads and cupped the nape of Harry’s neck. He squeezed at a particularly deep thrust. “Meaning?”
“Well, I don’t know about you,” Harry said, moving his mouth to Draco’s shoulder and sucking at the straining skin there. “But I enjoy these little visits of ours.”
“Prat,” Draco gasped. He arched just a little, sucking in a breath. “What the hell do you mean you don’t know if I enjoy this?”
Harry smiled faintly and grabbed Draco’s hips, adjusting the angle. When he thrust in again, he let out a sigh and closed his eyes at the change in pressure. “I’m pretty sure you do.”
Draco nodded. Harry ran one hand across the other man’s forehead, gently pulling sweaty bangs away. “I guess it would depend on how much you enjoy it.”
“Up a little?” Draco asked. ((I think chatting about what feels good during sex is a good thing. ^_^)) Harry obliged by rising on his knees and pulling Draco up with him. One thrust in the new position and Draco’s head fell back on Harry’s shoulder.
“Just where are you going with this?” Draco asked in a startlingly weak voice.
Harry studied Draco’s body over his shoulder. The man was extremely tense, skin rippling into goosebumps. Harry snaked his hand over Draco’s stomach, down toward his erection. “You want to come?”
“Is this conversation over?” Draco breathed. Harry shook his head.
“No.”
“Then leave that alone.” Draco smacked Harry’s hand away from his erection, then threaded their fingers and pulled the back of his hand to his lips. ((*grins at Draco* You KNOW he’d smack Harry’s hand away. Sneaking into the cookie jar… That conversation bit is my favorite, partly because it is so Draco to me, also because he wants it to last. It’s a plea for length, stamina, keeping Harry inside him, and therefore keeping Harry with him.)) His inner muscles clenched down on Harry’s length and Harry gripped Draco tighter, shuddering.
“I just don’t know if it’s right. Asking you this right now, I mean. Your judgment might be impaired.”
Draco snorted and pressed down into Harry’s lap. “Says the arse who used to drown me in liquor so he could get into my pants on a school night.”
Harry thrust up and worked his hips in a wide arc, making Draco moan. “You never complained.”
“And I’m still not complaining.” Draco rotated his own hips. He turned his head and caught the corner of Harry’s mouth in a wet kiss. “But you’d better— mmm, hurry back to the subject. Contrary to popular belief, I can’t go forever.”
“Popular belief is something of an issue, actually.” Harry slowed his movements to deep drawn out thrusts. Draco let out a soft mewl and wriggled his hips against the new rhythm.
“What is the question, Potter? For fuck’s sake.” His voice was desperate.
“I want to make this a daily occurrence.” Harry took a deep breath. “Every night, not just twice a week.”
“You know, I might need to just sleep some nights,” Draco murmured breathlessly.
“I want to… be there. Those nights.”
Harry thought Draco actually went rigid for an instant, but then the blond bent forward and reached behind him, grabbing Harry’s hips with both hands.
“You sure that fits your busy schedule?” The question was incredibly soft. Harry had to turn the words over in his head once to make sense of them.
“I think we could both do with a schedule change in that department,” he answered, panting.
Draco turned away and his hands on Harry’s hips tightened once, and relaxed. Harry had to strain to hear him, his voice was so low. “That won’t be hard at least. I haven’t been with anyone else for a month.” ((Harry’s bravery leads Draco to be brave, but it’s still such a release for him, the giving over of a secret. I think they are both almost at the end of their ropes here. Harry resorts to a different kind of flippancy with his confession than Draco does, but Draco’s is very apparent… until this, when he finally gives over, puts his trust in Harry.))
Harry froze for a split second. Then he wove his fingers through Draco’s hair and pulled his face around. Draco’s mouth was open and Harry plundered it, yearning for something he couldn’t figure out. His chest hurt.
“What was that for,” Draco offered weakly. Harry slid his hand over Draco’s belly, fingers drifting through the curling hair there, dipping into his navel. Draco pressed back against him and covered Harry’s hand with his own. Their fingers interlocked.
“You’re coming. Right now.” Harry gripped Draco’s length with a sudden motion.
The other man’s hand clenched around his, fingers pressing into his knuckles. Draco’s voice struggled from him, coming and going. “You don’t… waste any time… do you?”
Harry sucked on the back of Draco’s neck and whispered against his skin. He wasn’t sure if it was audible. “Already wasted too much time.”
He curled his arm around Draco’s chest and held him tightly to his own body. He could feel Draco’s muscles tightening, straining. Harry thrust into him hard, fast, quickening the pace. Draco arched against his hold and clawed at his arm, digging fingernails into his skin. Harry stroked upward on Draco’s length, thrusting into his body and rolling his hips. But it was when his tongue met Draco’s throat just after that he finally felt the shudder ripple up through the blond’s body. Draco moaned, almost a cry, and Harry’s body responded fervently, his orgasm rising through him so fast he couldn’t breathe. Draco squeezed his arm so hard it hurt, and then came.
Harry was caught for one glorious second in the agonizing sensation of Draco coming around him before his own orgasm tore through him and wiped it away. He gasped for air, clinging to the body against his. Draco was saying something, too breathless and muddled to understand, and Harry shuddered through both their climaxes seeing white.
Finally the pounding in his ears quieted and Harry shivered convulsively. Draco collapsed back against him, breathing deeply. His fingers trailed lazily over Harry’s head, down his throat, touching his chest, then falling to Draco’s own chest and drifting down to where Harry’s hand was, still closed around his length.
A whisper, “Harry.”
Slowly, Harry eased himself free of Draco’s body. The man dropped forward, then turned and collapsed onto his back on the bed, drawing his legs up. Harry crawled between them and lowered himself onto Draco’s sweaty body. He could hear the man’s heartbeat pulsing in his ear, and he rubbed slow circles over Draco’s chest with one hand, listening to the rapid thump-thump.
“So.” Draco’s voice was hoarse. Harry heard him lick his lips. He nodded, still caressing Draco’s skin.
“So.”
Draco’s hand suddenly cupped his face, pulling his head up. Harry raised himself on one elbow and found Draco staring at him from beneath lowered eyebrows.
“Get this straight, Potter. I’m not fucking sharing you anymore, either.”
Harry looked him right in the eye. “You haven’t been sharing me. Ever.”
Draco frowned. He was still breathing rapidly. “But you said. When I asked.”
“My last partner was months ago.”
Draco looked at him for such a long moment that Harry had to blink. The blond’s flushed face grew hard. “You lied.”
Harry shook his head lightly. “You assumed. I just let you.”
“Why?” Genuine confusion, and hurt. Harry sighed.
“Your ‘old friend’ nearly ran me over leaving your flat that second week.”
Draco’s eyes narrowed. “Then you assumed.” ((Moted. Remember that word? Oh, I am such an early-90's child. O.o Harry, put in his place. And Draco has every right. But then, so does Harry, to an extent. Bwaha, this is why they are my favorite ship. Their communication, when it finally comes, is somethin’ else.))
“Oh, and you did everything you could to dissuade me of that idea, did you?”
Draco stared at him, then smirked and shook his head. “I like you jealous. You top me when you’re jealous.”
Now it was Harry’s turn to be confused. He straightened and squinted at Draco. “I top you because you let me.”
“And I let you because I want it.”
It was odd: Draco’s face was more passive than Harry had ever seen, while Harry himself was still all mixed up. He tried to find his answers in the slate-colored flecks of the other man’s eyes. “Do you like it?”
Draco shrugged. “Not particularly. I can barely get off in any sane amount of time in that position.”
Harry searched his face. “You seemed to be doing fine with me.”
Draco propped himself up and touched Harry’s face, fixing him with an intent stare. He raised his eyebrows. “Yes. With you.” ((^___^))
Harry wet his lips, trying to find something to say. In the end he just kissed Draco. It took him several breathless minutes to search out the blond’s entire mouth, and when he pulled away, Draco was hard again.
Harry glanced down and eyed his erection. “Bloody hell, Draco.”
Draco bucked his hips lightly against Harry’s, making him jump. “If you don’t want it, don’t kiss me like that again.” ((Hello, I’m Draco Malfoy, and I’m a sex addict. This is my first meeting at Harry Potter Lovers Anonymous.))
Harry kissed him like that again. Draco broke away gasping for air. “Fuck, Harry.”
“I really don’t think that’s descriptive enough. I get a general idea, but I’m not quite certain what you want me to do.”
Draco clapped a hand over Harry’s mouth. “Less talk. More sex and talk. And I don’t care who fucks whom.”
Harry flipped over and tugged Draco on top of him, fondling between the blond’s legs. “You’re fucking me. Like we used to. Get on with it.”
Draco settled himself on top of Harry, but did not move immediately. He reached up to brush a hand through Harry’s hair. “And just think,” he said. “You used to be so virginal.”
Harry cocked an eyebrow at him. “Was I.”
Draco smirked. He finally rose up and tucked his hands under Harry’s knees, bending his legs and moving between them. Harry shifted and pulled his legs up, waiting, but Draco didn’t reach for either his or Harry’s wand. Instead he began to massage the muscles around Harry’s anus with one hand. Harry watched him quietly, and Draco watched him right back.
“Draco?”
“Yes.”
“Was that other night the first time you’d ever bottomed?”
Draco took a cleansing breath through his nose and smirked, eyes sparkling. “As much as I hate to see you disappointed, Harry, unfortunately you have not managed to devirginize me in any way.” He grinned and then looked suddenly thoughtful. “Well. Perhaps in one way.”
Harry smiled back. “And what way’s that?”
Draco bent and laid a tender kiss to Harry’s breastbone. He breathed deeply again. “Not tonight. But maybe I’ll tell you sometime.”
“Another meaningful conversation.”
Draco looked up at him. “No. Just a word. Most likely, it’ll come when I do.” ((Not even gonna tell. ^_~))
Harry thought he could guess. But he had a feeling he didn’t need to.
((Thanks for reading the fic and this commentary! *loves* Hope it wasn’t too boring. Anyway, there we go. And now I will get back to my three WIPs to satisfy the seven of you that wanted more fic rather than commentary. ^__^
Cheers, Ru))
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Okay, so, new chapters of SC, FU, and a sequel to Nine Days coming up someday soon.
Harry left the next morning before Draco awoke. When he finally saw him again two days later, Draco said nothing about that night. He had so thoroughly returned to his normal behavior that Harry began to think Draco did not even remember it.
The usual resumed with such regularity that Harry wondered at his own memory. When he showed up at Draco’s door, it was always to find the man at home, silently letting him in and leading him to the bedroom. Draco talked during sex again, and but the things Harry really wanted to know, what he’d said that night, he could never find a way to ask. Draco’s discussions were too blissful, too full of sarcasm to allow such an odd topic. Harry didn’t really know what he wanted to say anyway.
But he was coming to some sort of conclusion about it, made even more prominent with every word Draco spoke. It wasn’t until one night when Draco answered the door in nothing but his trousers that Harry figured it out.
They didn’t even make it into the bedroom; Draco tugged him onto the couch into his lap within three seconds of his arrival.
Draco’s hands went immediately to Harry’s belt, pulling it loose with swift fingers. “Do you have somewhere to be?”
Harry shrugged. He freed Draco’s shirt from his trousers and pulled it over his head. “Nothing that can’t wait.”
Draco looked at him, then closed his eyes. His fingers slid under the waistband of Harry’s jeans and clutched at the tops of his thighs. “Just give me a second, and you can be on your merry way.”
Harry lipped Draco’s jaw, and pulled back. The man’s hands were sliding up under his shirt, over his chest. “You look tired. Haven’t been keeping you up, have I?”
Draco rolled his eyes. Harry thought he was grimacing. “Not everything’s about you, Potter.” ((Psh. Liar.))
His mouth was on Harry’s before he could respond, hands tangled in his hair. Draco rolled his hips upward and sucked at Harry’s lower lip, forcing a deep kiss. He gave in completely; it was too hard not to. And that was when Harry considered that his own avoidance tactics might be a little different than Draco’s.
((This intro bit above to the ending sex scene was THE SCENE FROM HELL. As my family, Fire, Tipgardner, Aprillily, and probably Jex can attest to (sorry if I forgot anyone), I was PISSED the day I finally wrote this. I thought the drunk!Draco scene was going to be bad? Fuck. You have no idea how furious this scene made me. It’s a bridging scene between two bigger, more important scenes, and it just would NOT come. I was practically leaping out of my skin with frustration. Soooo many prior manifestations of this scene: 1) sex up against the wall. 2) Draco bottoms here for the second time and for the third time at the end instead of what I ended up with here. 3) Much more detail on Harry’s mindset that just fizzled and would NOT end itself and lead on into the final scene. A lot got cut here by the time I was satisfied with it. One thing I really wish had not been sliced was some dialogue where Draco hints that he does in fact remember being drunk, as well as everything he said and did while drunk. I guess now you will have to take it as you read it. But I had intended for Draco to let on that he remembered that night, and for Harry to pick up on it. I don’t know if it really matters for the outcome. And maybe people read it that way anyway. But THIS SCENE. *sporks madly* *and uses fireplace pokers*))
The next week taught Harry that, sex conversations or not, being unwilling to say what he was thinking was beginning to tell on him. He spent his nights in Draco’s bed staring at the ceiling after the other man had fallen asleep, and his nights when Draco was absent more annoyed than he liked to admit. At first he blamed the other man, but in the end it came down to the fact that, whatever Draco had in mind, it apparently wasn’t what Harry himself wanted. He knew the question he wanted to ask, and regardless of whether it made or broke the situation, Harry couldn’t sleep with it still sitting on his tongue, in Draco’s bed with the blond’s arm thrown across his chest or not.
All he needed was the right time to voice the question.
A month after his return to London, his opportunity appeared before him with surprising clarity. It was the second time Draco offered to bottom, and kneeling on the bed behind Draco, easing the man down over his length, Harry found he was unwilling to keep quiet any longer. He moved them both slowly, kissing the pale skin of Draco’s back, his hands gripping the slender hips against his. ((Wow, so I used to hate this position. But it has recently become one of my favorites to write about. I am very much partial to the “facing each other” position, and did not find this one appealing in the slightest from a reader’s standpoint. And I can’t remember exactly what it was that made me change my mind. I just REALLY like this position now. Something about the person in front turning his head to kiss the person behind. It’s incredibly enticing. So. /TMI section))
“Would you be okay with making this a little more permanent?”
Draco’s hand came back over their heads and cupped the nape of Harry’s neck. He squeezed at a particularly deep thrust. “Meaning?”
“Well, I don’t know about you,” Harry said, moving his mouth to Draco’s shoulder and sucking at the straining skin there. “But I enjoy these little visits of ours.”
“Prat,” Draco gasped. He arched just a little, sucking in a breath. “What the hell do you mean you don’t know if I enjoy this?”
Harry smiled faintly and grabbed Draco’s hips, adjusting the angle. When he thrust in again, he let out a sigh and closed his eyes at the change in pressure. “I’m pretty sure you do.”
Draco nodded. Harry ran one hand across the other man’s forehead, gently pulling sweaty bangs away. “I guess it would depend on how much you enjoy it.”
“Up a little?” Draco asked. ((I think chatting about what feels good during sex is a good thing. ^_^)) Harry obliged by rising on his knees and pulling Draco up with him. One thrust in the new position and Draco’s head fell back on Harry’s shoulder.
“Just where are you going with this?” Draco asked in a startlingly weak voice.
Harry studied Draco’s body over his shoulder. The man was extremely tense, skin rippling into goosebumps. Harry snaked his hand over Draco’s stomach, down toward his erection. “You want to come?”
“Is this conversation over?” Draco breathed. Harry shook his head.
“No.”
“Then leave that alone.” Draco smacked Harry’s hand away from his erection, then threaded their fingers and pulled the back of his hand to his lips. ((*grins at Draco* You KNOW he’d smack Harry’s hand away. Sneaking into the cookie jar… That conversation bit is my favorite, partly because it is so Draco to me, also because he wants it to last. It’s a plea for length, stamina, keeping Harry inside him, and therefore keeping Harry with him.)) His inner muscles clenched down on Harry’s length and Harry gripped Draco tighter, shuddering.
“I just don’t know if it’s right. Asking you this right now, I mean. Your judgment might be impaired.”
Draco snorted and pressed down into Harry’s lap. “Says the arse who used to drown me in liquor so he could get into my pants on a school night.”
Harry thrust up and worked his hips in a wide arc, making Draco moan. “You never complained.”
“And I’m still not complaining.” Draco rotated his own hips. He turned his head and caught the corner of Harry’s mouth in a wet kiss. “But you’d better— mmm, hurry back to the subject. Contrary to popular belief, I can’t go forever.”
“Popular belief is something of an issue, actually.” Harry slowed his movements to deep drawn out thrusts. Draco let out a soft mewl and wriggled his hips against the new rhythm.
“What is the question, Potter? For fuck’s sake.” His voice was desperate.
“I want to make this a daily occurrence.” Harry took a deep breath. “Every night, not just twice a week.”
“You know, I might need to just sleep some nights,” Draco murmured breathlessly.
“I want to… be there. Those nights.”
Harry thought Draco actually went rigid for an instant, but then the blond bent forward and reached behind him, grabbing Harry’s hips with both hands.
“You sure that fits your busy schedule?” The question was incredibly soft. Harry had to turn the words over in his head once to make sense of them.
“I think we could both do with a schedule change in that department,” he answered, panting.
Draco turned away and his hands on Harry’s hips tightened once, and relaxed. Harry had to strain to hear him, his voice was so low. “That won’t be hard at least. I haven’t been with anyone else for a month.” ((Harry’s bravery leads Draco to be brave, but it’s still such a release for him, the giving over of a secret. I think they are both almost at the end of their ropes here. Harry resorts to a different kind of flippancy with his confession than Draco does, but Draco’s is very apparent… until this, when he finally gives over, puts his trust in Harry.))
Harry froze for a split second. Then he wove his fingers through Draco’s hair and pulled his face around. Draco’s mouth was open and Harry plundered it, yearning for something he couldn’t figure out. His chest hurt.
“What was that for,” Draco offered weakly. Harry slid his hand over Draco’s belly, fingers drifting through the curling hair there, dipping into his navel. Draco pressed back against him and covered Harry’s hand with his own. Their fingers interlocked.
“You’re coming. Right now.” Harry gripped Draco’s length with a sudden motion.
The other man’s hand clenched around his, fingers pressing into his knuckles. Draco’s voice struggled from him, coming and going. “You don’t… waste any time… do you?”
Harry sucked on the back of Draco’s neck and whispered against his skin. He wasn’t sure if it was audible. “Already wasted too much time.”
He curled his arm around Draco’s chest and held him tightly to his own body. He could feel Draco’s muscles tightening, straining. Harry thrust into him hard, fast, quickening the pace. Draco arched against his hold and clawed at his arm, digging fingernails into his skin. Harry stroked upward on Draco’s length, thrusting into his body and rolling his hips. But it was when his tongue met Draco’s throat just after that he finally felt the shudder ripple up through the blond’s body. Draco moaned, almost a cry, and Harry’s body responded fervently, his orgasm rising through him so fast he couldn’t breathe. Draco squeezed his arm so hard it hurt, and then came.
Harry was caught for one glorious second in the agonizing sensation of Draco coming around him before his own orgasm tore through him and wiped it away. He gasped for air, clinging to the body against his. Draco was saying something, too breathless and muddled to understand, and Harry shuddered through both their climaxes seeing white.
Finally the pounding in his ears quieted and Harry shivered convulsively. Draco collapsed back against him, breathing deeply. His fingers trailed lazily over Harry’s head, down his throat, touching his chest, then falling to Draco’s own chest and drifting down to where Harry’s hand was, still closed around his length.
A whisper, “Harry.”
Slowly, Harry eased himself free of Draco’s body. The man dropped forward, then turned and collapsed onto his back on the bed, drawing his legs up. Harry crawled between them and lowered himself onto Draco’s sweaty body. He could hear the man’s heartbeat pulsing in his ear, and he rubbed slow circles over Draco’s chest with one hand, listening to the rapid thump-thump.
“So.” Draco’s voice was hoarse. Harry heard him lick his lips. He nodded, still caressing Draco’s skin.
“So.”
Draco’s hand suddenly cupped his face, pulling his head up. Harry raised himself on one elbow and found Draco staring at him from beneath lowered eyebrows.
“Get this straight, Potter. I’m not fucking sharing you anymore, either.”
Harry looked him right in the eye. “You haven’t been sharing me. Ever.”
Draco frowned. He was still breathing rapidly. “But you said. When I asked.”
“My last partner was months ago.”
Draco looked at him for such a long moment that Harry had to blink. The blond’s flushed face grew hard. “You lied.”
Harry shook his head lightly. “You assumed. I just let you.”
“Why?” Genuine confusion, and hurt. Harry sighed.
“Your ‘old friend’ nearly ran me over leaving your flat that second week.”
Draco’s eyes narrowed. “Then you assumed.” ((Moted. Remember that word? Oh, I am such an early-90's child. O.o Harry, put in his place. And Draco has every right. But then, so does Harry, to an extent. Bwaha, this is why they are my favorite ship. Their communication, when it finally comes, is somethin’ else.))
“Oh, and you did everything you could to dissuade me of that idea, did you?”
Draco stared at him, then smirked and shook his head. “I like you jealous. You top me when you’re jealous.”
Now it was Harry’s turn to be confused. He straightened and squinted at Draco. “I top you because you let me.”
“And I let you because I want it.”
It was odd: Draco’s face was more passive than Harry had ever seen, while Harry himself was still all mixed up. He tried to find his answers in the slate-colored flecks of the other man’s eyes. “Do you like it?”
Draco shrugged. “Not particularly. I can barely get off in any sane amount of time in that position.”
Harry searched his face. “You seemed to be doing fine with me.”
Draco propped himself up and touched Harry’s face, fixing him with an intent stare. He raised his eyebrows. “Yes. With you.” ((^___^))
Harry wet his lips, trying to find something to say. In the end he just kissed Draco. It took him several breathless minutes to search out the blond’s entire mouth, and when he pulled away, Draco was hard again.
Harry glanced down and eyed his erection. “Bloody hell, Draco.”
Draco bucked his hips lightly against Harry’s, making him jump. “If you don’t want it, don’t kiss me like that again.” ((Hello, I’m Draco Malfoy, and I’m a sex addict. This is my first meeting at Harry Potter Lovers Anonymous.))
Harry kissed him like that again. Draco broke away gasping for air. “Fuck, Harry.”
“I really don’t think that’s descriptive enough. I get a general idea, but I’m not quite certain what you want me to do.”
Draco clapped a hand over Harry’s mouth. “Less talk. More sex and talk. And I don’t care who fucks whom.”
Harry flipped over and tugged Draco on top of him, fondling between the blond’s legs. “You’re fucking me. Like we used to. Get on with it.”
Draco settled himself on top of Harry, but did not move immediately. He reached up to brush a hand through Harry’s hair. “And just think,” he said. “You used to be so virginal.”
Harry cocked an eyebrow at him. “Was I.”
Draco smirked. He finally rose up and tucked his hands under Harry’s knees, bending his legs and moving between them. Harry shifted and pulled his legs up, waiting, but Draco didn’t reach for either his or Harry’s wand. Instead he began to massage the muscles around Harry’s anus with one hand. Harry watched him quietly, and Draco watched him right back.
“Draco?”
“Yes.”
“Was that other night the first time you’d ever bottomed?”
Draco took a cleansing breath through his nose and smirked, eyes sparkling. “As much as I hate to see you disappointed, Harry, unfortunately you have not managed to devirginize me in any way.” He grinned and then looked suddenly thoughtful. “Well. Perhaps in one way.”
Harry smiled back. “And what way’s that?”
Draco bent and laid a tender kiss to Harry’s breastbone. He breathed deeply again. “Not tonight. But maybe I’ll tell you sometime.”
“Another meaningful conversation.”
Draco looked up at him. “No. Just a word. Most likely, it’ll come when I do.” ((Not even gonna tell. ^_~))
Harry thought he could guess. But he had a feeling he didn’t need to.
((Thanks for reading the fic and this commentary! *loves* Hope it wasn’t too boring. Anyway, there we go. And now I will get back to my three WIPs to satisfy the seven of you that wanted more fic rather than commentary. ^__^
Cheers, Ru))
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Okay, so, new chapters of SC, FU, and a sequel to Nine Days coming up someday soon.
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Date: 2005-05-04 06:26 pm (UTC)From:*loves the story*
*adores the commentary*
*squees over this:sequel to Nine Days coming up someday soon.*
:D
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Date: 2005-05-04 07:00 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-05-04 09:20 pm (UTC)From:Lovely insight into your writing, sweetheart. Thank you for sharing.
*loves*
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Date: 2005-05-05 05:53 pm (UTC)From:Thanks for the DVD comment! Hahaha, made my afternoon. ^_____^ *smooches Jex*
*smooches a LOT*
*a LOT, a lot*
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Date: 2005-05-04 10:19 pm (UTC)From:I got so much more out of it this time than reading it before
fancy that
I wonder if Its possible to love it any more? cause I think I do
*sets entertainment pocorn aside, stands up and applauds*
Yay the commentary rocked my (*stops and checks*)green socks!
((Hello, I’m Draco Malfoy, and I’m a sex addict. This is my first meeting at Harry Potter Lovers Anonymous.))
^^^ HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHA.....Gasp for air....HHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAAH...ha...*giggle*...haha...ha.
Anyways, can you tell I really liked that line?
=) enjoyed your writing to an unhealthy amount as usual
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Date: 2005-05-05 05:56 pm (UTC)From:I wonder if Its possible to love it any more? cause I think I do.
O.o Oh, you sweety. Thank you! *glomps to an unhealthy amount in order to match the unhealthy amount* ^___^
And I'm glad I could make you giggle. There seriously needs to be a support group for Harry Potter lovers. We would all be in it. ^_^
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Date: 2005-05-04 11:31 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-05-05 05:57 pm (UTC)From:Thank you so much. And it can be all about you. *spins world off its axis to revolve around silentauror* So there. *kiss*
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Date: 2005-05-05 06:07 pm (UTC)From::) Seriously, though. I love it. Far too much to be healthy. Write more like it. Please. :) *smooches back*
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Date: 2005-05-05 06:24 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-05-05 12:44 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-05-05 05:59 pm (UTC)From:No rush, sweets. Good luck on your taxes. How dare RL get in the way of fandom? Honestly, it tries to assert its dominance over me all the time. *glares at RL* What's the big idea?
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Date: 2005-05-06 01:48 pm (UTC)From:Anyway, onto the important stuff...
I *heart* you. Really. To love the commentary more, there would have to be more of it. Like, every other line.
Hello, I’m Draco Malfoy, and I’m a sex addict. This is my first meeting at Harry Potter Lovers Anonymous.
Hello, Draco. *giggles*
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Date: 2005-05-07 02:05 pm (UTC)From:I *heart* you too! *kiss*
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Date: 2005-05-05 07:31 am (UTC)From:Indeed! How I love you!
*hugs*
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Date: 2005-05-05 06:07 pm (UTC)From:Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2005-05-05 08:02 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-05-09 05:02 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-05-09 06:53 pm (UTC)From:Done.
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Date: 2005-05-09 07:49 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-05-09 08:21 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-05-05 12:05 pm (UTC)From:The best line I really like and other people seem to like (I mean who wouldn't ^_^) is
Hahahaha...I love it ^_^
Yesh! *pump fist in the air* More fics on the way! ^_^
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Date: 2005-05-05 06:12 pm (UTC)From:Haha, thanks for reading! It IS sort of funny how people do the commentary for their work. This was kind of an experiment, as I don't think people want to hear me talk about my fics day in and day out. But it's a good exercise to get to know your own stories, for sure. I'm glad you enjoyed it, and that line especially. We ALL belong in that meeting group.
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Date: 2005-05-06 12:06 pm (UTC)From:O yeah, that meeting group will sure be filled ^_^
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Date: 2005-05-07 02:04 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-05-05 02:15 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-05-05 06:21 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-05-06 02:22 am (UTC)From:Hell, you are the funniest commenter ever. I'm just reiterating how you are the funniest commenter ever, even when it's your own stories. It's not an implication of anything else. It's not a complaint. And for your information, I do not enjoy hearing that I have once again caused a dear friend to freaking fall off her chair, thank you very much. (Oh, well, I do, but only with that small, ebil sadistic side of me that's very small but still bad).
And I didn't tell everyone to come get the ru-beta. I told them to come get the “rude data.” You heard it wrong!
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Date: 2005-05-07 01:25 pm (UTC)From:RUTABEGARUTABEGARUTABEGA
Lou Bega
Mambo Number 5
And that part of you ISNOTSMALL.
*LOVESLOVESLOVESLOVES*
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Date: 2005-08-12 11:55 pm (UTC)From:Please tell? :D
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Date: 2005-08-13 11:44 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2006-03-24 10:59 am (UTC)From: (Anonymous)Great jobs! I loved the fic when I first read it and I found this very interesting! It explains a lot (I'm dense sometimes) and makes me love the story even more!
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Date: 2006-03-24 12:22 pm (UTC)From:Oh, I'm so glad you got something out of this commentary. I really wanted to do commentary for this story, and so I was really glad when people picked it on the poll I posted (asking what I should do commentary for). I lucked out, and I am so glad you liked it. Thank you.
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Date: 2005-08-13 05:06 pm (UTC)From:no subject
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Date: 2005-10-17 05:11 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2005-10-23 09:19 pm (UTC)From:*goes off to browse your other fics*
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Date: 2005-10-23 09:55 pm (UTC)From:Wow, thank you. This is so important for me to say because you have just given me such an important piece of feedback. It's hard to know when I am just being overly subtle, versus when I am getting the ideas I want across to my readers. So thank you for such a nice compliment!
Feel free to poke about on my lj. And thanks for reading!