Draco and Harry: Escorts

Chapter Twelve

Harry set the lid on the edge of the bed and gave Draco a look that nearly took his breath away. Potter did not take control very often, but when he did it was always an invigorating experience.

"What is that?" he asked as Harry dipped his fingers into the jar. Potter held up his hand and wiggled his fingers slightly. They were coated with a pale cream that resembled... custard?

"It's a surprise," Harry said and grinned widely.

"I've had more than enough surprises today, Potter."

"Not like this," Harry replied and Draco wondered when the hell Potter had learned to pitch his voice to that ultra-sexy level. He did not have time to ask because Harry's hand dropped to Draco's right foot and began to rub the concoction over the arch and across the tops of his toes. He followed it with his left hand and began to rub, squeezing Malfoy's foot with both hands and sliding his thumbs over the top in sensual circles while his fingers pressed into the bottom of his foot.

Draco groaned aloud at the fabulous massage. He hadn't realized how brutal walking barefoot had been until Potter started working out the kinks. Harry's fingers slid gently between his toes, rubbing each one in turn before kneading the ball of his foot with stiffened thumbs.

Harry bent down and took one of Draco's toes in his mouth. Malfoy's eyes widened and he stared at the mischievous green eyes that sparkled at him beneath the black frames. Draco inhaled a surprised breath when Harry sucked on it for a moment and then raised his head with a grin.

"Mmmm," he said. "Vanilla."

"It's edible?" Draco burst out.

"Oh yeah," Harry laughed. "Is it working?" Before Draco could reply, Harry pursed his lips and blew over Draco's foot, which instantly grew ice-cold and then warmed with a tingling sensation.

"Holy fuck, Potter."

Harry laughed. "It probably won't be that good, but I'll do my best."

Draco groaned and then stopped thinking completely when Harry started on the other foot. Harry became a master of sensual torment, sliding his fingers and tongue under each of Draco's toes and licking in between them until Malfoy nearly reached down and pulled him up by the hair. He tried it, in fact, but Potter evaded his amorous grasp.

"No, you don't. I'm just getting warmed up."

Harry moved on to Draco's calves, dipping into the jar every so often and Draco began to wonder if he would survive the night. Harry massaged every muscle and started on Draco's thighs, kneading with both long and short strokes. Malfoy was fully aroused by then and nearly begged Harry to end the bloody massage, but Potter's face was set in that determined, stubborn Gryffindor look. When Harry reached the bottom edge of Draco's silk boxers, he smiled and said, "You won't need these any more." He lifted them carefully and tugged them downward, ever so slowly freeing Draco's hard erection and sliding the silk over Malfoy's legs like a caress, which it was. The soft material was incredibly erotic on Draco's overly-sensitive legs.

Harry pulled them over his feet and tossed them aside in a quick motion before resuming his massage.

"Harry... please..." Draco pleaded.

"Not quite yet," Harry said wickedly and his hands slid over Draco's flanks, close to Malfoy's throbbing member, yet never touching it. His palms swirled over Draco's abdomen and Harry bent down to dip his tongue into Malfoy's navel, causing Draco to gasp aloud--not because of the lick, but because a wisp of Harry's soft hair brushed the head of his cock in a tantalizing, diminutive contact.

Harry straightened and traced his fingers over the barely visible, long-healed scars that crossed Draco's chest. Harry no longer agonized over the evident reminder of his Sectumsempra, thank goodness, and he only sighed once before moving on to knead Draco's chest and shoulders, squeezing muscles strained by Malfoy's effort to free himself from the ropes. It felt so bloody good that Draco felt his erection ease a bit as he relaxed under Harry's ministrations. Potter continued the massage on Draco's arms and hands. Draco's skin was so sensitive from the salve that he thought he could feel air currents swirling in the room.

Harry finished his hands at last and said, "Turn over."

"Hell no!" Draco burst out. "I am not going through that torture again on the back side."

"Oh, come now. At least let me put some on that beautiful, tight ass of yours."

Draco couldn't resist when Potter put it like that. He sighed explosively and rolled over. Harry obediently smeared the cream over Malfoy's buttocks and massaged languidly. He leaned down again and blew on Draco's skin, causing goose flesh to edge up his spine in a delicious shiver.

Draco felt Harry's fingers at the vee near the top of his ass and then they slipped into the crack to glide over his anus. Draco's back arched and he felt his toes curl in reflex, but Harry was no longer teasing. One hand remained there and the other cupped Draco's testicles and massaged them gently. Draco felt like mewling and suppressed it only by biting his lip until he nearly drew blood, especially when he felt Harry's hot breath on his ass again--amplified by the salve into an electrifying wave of heat. Harry's face drew closer and his breath hotter until he felt Harry's tongue slide over the skin at the base of his testicles and trail upward until it joined Harry's fingers at Draco's anus. Potter's tongue flicked around it and Draco gasped as his fists clenched into the blankets convulsively. He felt his toes dig into the bed.

"God, Harry!" Malfoy decided that the Gryffindor was possessed, but it was a good possessed, oh hell yes... Draco thought he might melt.

Harry's other hand located Draco's cock and grasped it gently. Draco made a sound unintelligible in any language. Potter relented and touched Draco's thigh to roll him onto his back again. Both hands were dipped in salve and slid over Draco's hard shaft, massaging more than caressing. Harry gave the balm a moment to work and then blew on it, sending a shiver up Draco's spine. He opened his mouth to speak, but only a heaving groan escaped when Harry's mouth followed the breath and his tongue moved with agonizing slowness from the base of Draco's cock up to the tip before he finally--oh, God, finally!--enveloped it completely in hot wetness.

Harry's head bobbed as his mouth worked its magic. Draco's hands twisted in Potter's hair and knocked his glasses askew. Draco gently pulled them off with one hand and dropped them next to the pillow before returning his grip to Potter's raven hair. He was so close to coming, so close... Malfoy suddenly wanted to prolong it.

Draco pulled his hair--hard--and Harry released him with a grimace of pain. The green eyes sought Draco's questioningly.

"Come here," Draco murmured, dragging Harry upward. Potter slid the length of Draco's body until their lips met in a crushing kiss. Harry still wore his jeans and the rough material was harsh on Draco's supercharged flesh.

"Get those bloody clothes off," Draco said hoarsely against Harry's wet vanilla-flavored lips. "I want you inside me."

He felt Harry's breath hitch with a quick movement of his chest and then Harry was gone, stripping to bare skin before easing onto Malfoy again. His hands touched Draco everywhere, sending tremors through Draco's nerve endings--God, but his skin was sensitive! Harry's mouth teased Draco's again--a lingering, precious delight of a kiss--and Malfoy could not decide what was better: the kiss or Harry's hand between his legs. The fingers were gone for an instant and then returned to smooth salve over Malfoy's tight opening.

Harry's mouth left his and he raised himself on one arm. Draco loved to watch Harry's face when it screwed up in concentration--his green eyes were tightly shut and his brow was creased. Harry's lips were slightly parted and Draco tried not to move as Harry pushed into him, but he couldn't stop the guttural sound that rumbled in his throat or the gasp when Harry thrust forward. The green eyes snapped open with a trace of concern. God forbid he ever actually hurt me, Draco thought in amusement. He touched Harry's shoulder in reassurance. Potter took a steadying breath and began to move, bracing one hand on the bed and the other on Draco's hip.

Harry knew exactly what to do to drive Draco wild--his thrusts were perfectly timed and his fingers slid from Draco's pelvis to his cock and lightly stroked in time with his driving rhythm. Draco whispered his name with every exhale, loving the breathy sound of it. His eyes drank in the sight of Potter above him. The black hair brushed Harry's shoulders and curled over his scar, wet with sweat--his chest was slick with it. Harry's face was the picture of concentration--eyes closed and beautiful lips slightly parted. His head was tipped back and the line of his neck was a pale contrast against his hair. Damn, but he was gorgeous.

Draco shut his eyes then, lost in the building sensations. God, but it felt good when Potter did that--that--that! Harry's rhythm increased and Draco's eyes snapped open as the orgasm blazed through him with explosive force. He knew Harry's would follow. Potter's back arched suddenly and his body grew taut and shuddered with spasms. He half-moaned Draco's name. Malfoy was positive he'd never seen anything more erotic in his life.

The emerald eyes opened and met Malfoy's for a timeless moment and then Harry collapsed weakly on Draco's chest. His breath panted against Malfoy's neck. Draco's arms wrapped around Harry's sweat-soaked back.

"Bloody hell," Harry gasped. "Every time with you... is better than the last."

Draco's grip tightened and his hands slicked over Harry's skin. He held Harry until their breathing slowed.

"Interesting salve," Draco commented.

They lay quietly for awhile, locked in a sweet embrace. Harry's breath against Draco's collarbone was pleasantly distracting--wafting out in a steamy puff and leaving a chill when he inhaled. Hot. Cold. Hot. Cold. The timing slowed and Draco wondered if Harry was drifting off to sleep.

Draco could not allow that. Not after Harry woke up every nerve ending in Draco's body and made them dance with delight with that damnable cream. Malfoy was wide awake.

"Where did you get it?" he asked.

"Hmmm?" Harry asked sleepily.

"The salve. Where did you get it?"

"Oh. Fred and George."

Draco should have known. He touched his tongue to his lips. They still tingled where Harry had kissed him, titillated like the rest of his body. They tasted of vanilla custard. Draco knew he would never again taste or smell vanilla without thinking of Harry.

"Do they make other flavors?"

Harry chuckled. "Not yet."

Draco's hand flitted down Harry's spine to the crack of his ass and back up. Again. And again. Slowly.

"Chocolate," Harry muttered.

"What's that?"

"They need to make chocolate flavor." Potter's lips tickled Draco's neck when he spoke. Malfoy nearly shivered. He twisted a hand in Potter's hair and pulled his head back to expose his lips for a kiss. Draco sucked on Harry's mouth until he felt Potter's breathing change to something less languid.

"Must you do that?" Harry mumbled around Draco's lips.

"What? Kiss you?"

"No. Pull my hair."

"I think you like it."

"You might try asking if I like it, instead of assuming."

Draco grinned hugely.

"Do you like it?" he asked seductively.

Harry groaned. "If I say no you'll accuse me of lying."

"That's because you like it."

"You're such a Slytherin."

"And you love me for it."

"Yes, I love you."

Draco pulled his hair again at those words and kissed Harry until his breathing turned into lovely panting gasps and his fingers dug into Draco's flesh.

Mission accomplished. Harry was no longer remotely sleepy. Draco smiled.

ooOoo

Harry felt Malfoy's hand disentangle from his hair and admitted to himself that yes, damn it, he liked it when Draco pulled his hair. Damned Slytherin always had to be right.

Malfoy seemed determined to keep Harry awake if the kissing was any indication, so Harry was surprised when Draco eased out from under him and slipped off the bed. He didn't wonder for long. Draco hopped back on the bed and crawled between Harry's legs, planting a hand on Potter's back to make sure he remained lying on his stomach.

Harry raised himself onto his elbows to look over his shoulder. Malfoy had the jar of Salacious Salve in his hand. Before Harry could speak, Draco plopped a generous handful between his shoulder blades. His hand smoothed the cream over Harry's shoulders and neck, moving with tantalizing slowness. Draco's thumbs dug into the tense spots at the base of Harry's neck where worry had tightened into knots earlier in the day.

Bloody hell, the stuff tingled wickedly, but in a very pleasant manner. Draco would huff a breath over his back every so often and Harry understood why Draco had been so wild before. Harry began to fear retaliation.

Draco worked on his arms and then eased his way to the center of Harry's back. He massaged the balm into Harry's arse, though his long fingers stayed away from sensitive areas, even though Harry's legs were spread wide and he was plenty hard again.

Malfoy carefully caressed his way down each of Harry's legs, pausing only to lap at the tender flesh at the backs of Harry's knees, nearly sending Potter into spasms and causing Draco to chuckle maliciously. He already knew every reactive spot on Harry's body.

The feet were a wonder. Harry had never before had his feet massaged and decided it was an experience he would gladly repeat over and over. Malfoy's strong hands kneaded, pressed, and caressed until Harry wanted to die of bliss. At least until Draco ran his tongue along the underside of Harry's toes, nearly causing him to leap out of his skin.

"Bloody hell!" Harry cried. Draco chuckled and repeated the action. Harry's fingers crushed the bedcovers convulsively. "Stop that!"

"A bit sensitive, Potter?"

"Yes!"

"No toe sucking?"

"God, no!" Harry's toes were apparently far too responsive for that and the bloody salve was not helping matters.

"All right, Potter." Malfoy's hand trailed delicately over Harry's thighs. Harry felt Draco's tongue draw a line up his spine to his neck and stop at his ear. Malfoy's body pressed the length of Harry's, hot and sensual against Potter's skin. Draco nibbled on Harry's earlobe and the hot breath sent shivers racing through him.

"It does taste good," Draco said. "Nearly as good as you, Harry." He licked Harry's jaw for emphasis. "Time to turn over."

Draco hoisted himself up and rolled Harry onto his back, who smiled when he looked at the handsome Slytherin. The perfect lips were pursed in that sexy pout Draco acquired whenever he plotted seductive wickedness and the silver eyes were almost charcoal in the dim light of the oil lamps. His platinum hair shone--fully dry now except for a few damp tendrils. It partially obscured Draco's chiseled face as he leaned down and he flipped it over his shoulder with a careless toss of his head.

"I love it when you look at me like that," Malfoy said huskily and his lips parted to show brilliant white teeth.

Harry thought he might be the luckiest person alive. The feeling was confirmed when Draco kissed him. Harry's arms wrapped around Malfoy, but Draco captured his hands and put them back on the bed.

"I'm not finished," he said and chuckled. He sat up and Harry grinned when Draco started to massage his chest and abdomen. The damned Slytherin kept up a running commentary that slowly began to drive Harry wild.

"Your skin is so smooth, Harry. So bloody hot. And look at these lovely abs." His long fingers slowly caressed the part under scrutiny, flicking slowly over every muscle. "And your beautiful navel." Draco kissed it lingeringly and Harry shivered.

"Of course, then there is this," Malfoy said and smoothed the warm cream ever so gently over Harry's erect cock. Potter waited breathlessly while Draco stroked.

"Well?" he prompted finally.

"Oh, it will do," Draco admitted. Harry levered himself onto his elbows to stare at the Slytherin.

"It will do?" he demanded hotly and Draco laughed aloud. His silver eyes sparkled.

"You know it's perfect, Harry," he said and then added, "Just like the rest of you."

Harry lay back with a groan, knowing he was blushing again. Malfoy's words had left him with a slight tightness in his throat, damn him. Harry was quickly distracted by Draco turning him on his side and pressing his body against Harry's back once more.

"I want to feel all of you," Malfoy whispered in his ear as he slowly pushed his hard shaft into Harry. Draco's hands were warm on Harry's hips, guiding him until Malfoy was fully encompassed.

"You feel so bloody good, Harry," he murmured. Draco began to move and Harry could not form a coherent reply. Soon he could only gasp and make primitive noises while Malfoy punctuated every thrust with a continuous breathy chant of, "Harry, Harry, Harry," that set Potter's blood on fire. Malfoy's hand slid back to Harry's erection--as if he needed more stimulation!

"Draco. Draco, God!" he finally countered. He felt Draco shudder at the same instant he lost control. Spasms shook them simultaneously and Malfoy's arms reached up to grip Harry tightly around the waist. Harry locked his fingers into Draco's.

Neither of them could speak for a moment.

"Damn," Draco finally said.

"Yes," Harry agreed fervently. They both chuckled.

"The Weasley twins may live," Draco decided.

"That's very generous of you," Harry replied with an amused grin.

They were still for a long while, locked intimately together, until their hearts resumed a normal pace and their breathing became slow and even. Harry wondered if Draco had fallen asleep.

"Draco?" he asked softly.

"Hmmm?"

"I'm still awake."