Unspoken Desires

Please Don't Go

As summer arrived, Harry diligently packed his suitcase in anticipation of his trip to Greece with his parents. Just as he was folding one of his white tops, Sirius, one of Harry's fathers, entered his room. "Love, Draco's waiting at the front door," Sirius announced. Harry placed the top down and rose from his seat, leaving his bedroom to greet Draco downstairs.

With a warm smile, Harry opened the door to find Draco standing there. "Hey, beautiful," he greeted, motioning for Draco to come inside. Draco entered the house, his eyes flicking up to meet Harry's.

At that moment, Draco couldn't hide his concern and anxiously uttered, "You're leaving..." His voice faltered, betraying his vulnerability. Reacting swiftly, Harry reached out and took Draco's hand in his own, holding it tightly. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. My parents and I are going away for two weeks," Harry explained gently. Unable to bear the thought of being apart, Draco clung onto Harry tightly, holding him as if he never wanted to let go.

As Harry held Draco close, his longing for his boyfriend palpable, he gently moved his hands down to Draco's thighs. With grace and strength, he effortlessly picked Draco up, causing him to instinctively wrap his legs around Harry's waist. "Sweetheart, I'll be back in two weeks," Harry reassured Draco, his voice filled with tenderness.

Carrying Draco upstairs to his cosy bedroom, Harry carefully set him down on the soft duvet. He briefly returned to his task of folding clothes into his suitcase, ensuring everything was neatly organised for their departure. After about fifteen minutes, Harry finished his task and sat beside Draco, running his fingers soothingly through his lover's hair.

Caught off guard by Harry's gentle touch, Draco hesitantly spoke up. "Harry?" he asked, his voice quivering slightly. Harry turned to face Draco, his eyes filled with affection. "Yeah, beautiful?" he responded, his voice infused with warmth. Draco blushed deeply, his cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink.

Slowly, he opened up his camera roll on his phone and locked eyes with Harry, a silent invitation passing between them. Leaning in, Draco tilted his head, his lips meeting Harry's in a tender kiss. Their pent-up desires ignited, their kiss quickly turned passionate as their hunger for each other reached its peak.

Harry gently placed Draco's phone down, his desire to explore each other's bodies finally overpowering their self-restraint. With aching longing, Harry shifted his position, moving on top of Draco as they continued their passionate exploration, losing themselves in the intoxicating connection they had been craving for far too long.

As they pulled away from their passionate kiss, both Harry and Draco's cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink. Draco sat up, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Fucking hell, Harry," he teased, "Making me hard from your kisses." Harry chuckled, his eyes filled with amusement.

He leaned in and began to kiss Draco's neck, sending shivers down his lover's spine. Draco leaned his head back onto Harry's pillows, closing his eyes and relishing the sensation of Harry's lips on his skin.

Draco ran his fingers softly through Harry's hair, enjoying the feel of his lover's silky locks against his fingertips. Harry stopped and laid his head on Draco's chest, listening intently to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

In that moment, they both knew that their love for each other was stronger than any distance or time apart could ever break. They were each other's home, their safe haven in a world that could be so unpredictable and uncertain. And as they lay there, wrapped up in each other's arms, they knew that no matter what the future held, they would always have each other to rely on.

Draco played with Harry's hair, his fingers gently combing through the soft strands. "I know you don't want to go to Greece," he said softly, his voice filled with understanding. "But it might be good to get out of London for a bit. You've been working so hard lately, and you could use a break." Harry sighed, his eyes heavy with fatigue. "Yeah, my flight is going to be tomorrow morning at 10am, so I'll be leaving for Heathrow at 5am."