Everything Remains

Chapter 17- Never Let Me Go

*Lemon/smut/whatever warning* 

Draco and Harry bound down the stairs, heading towards the Slytherin common room. They are leaving a thick trail of water in their wake, which continues to run down their soaked cloaks. As they turn the corner and head farther down into the dungeons, they hear Mr. Filch cry out "OI. WATER EVERYWHERE!! This is unbelievable, these kids!". Harry and Draco laughed, continuing down the stairs as to avoid further issue with him. 
As they approached the door to the common room, Harry disillusioned himself again, as to not announce his arrival there to the whole of Slytherin. Also, the Slytherin common room was much more difficult to get into than the others. 
Draco led the way through the snake-encapsulated doorway and walked nonchalantly through the room as to not draw attention to himself or the concealed Harry. Draco checked around corners and evaluated risk before continuing on the trek to his dorm room. Thankfully, most students were still at lunch or headed to classes anyways. 

They approached his dorm room door, where Draco opened it and let Harry file in first before shutting and locking the door behind him. 
"Holding me captive are we?" Harry smirked, undoing his illusion. 
"I would have no problem with that." Draco smiled deviously, while he added some protection and muffling charms towards the doorway. 
Harry was still drenched in rain, the droplets flowing onto the rug beneath him and creating a puddle. "Oh dammit, I'm sorry." Harry took off his cloak, sweater, and shoes and socks, performing a drying spell on them before chucking them on a squishy armchair. 
"No need to be sorry. We are magic you know. Getting the place dry is relatively easy." Draco laughed, doing the same with his outer clothes. 
"Oh really? Well how do you like this then?" Harry replied, throwing his soaking wet shirt at Draco's head, droplets flinging off of it from the movement. 
"How dare you!" Draco returned the favor, throwing his own shirt at Harry before closing the gap between them and tickling his now-nude torso. 
"AGH, no! Pleaahahahaha no!!" was all Harry could muster, wriggling to try and get away from Draco's hands. 
Draco stopped, placing his palms against Harry's chest. "You're freezing. Why don't you take a bath and I can get you some new clothes?"
Harry didn't even notice he was shivering, standing in only his pants now. "That actually sounds perfect, thank you." 

Draco quickly entered his adjoining bathroom (he's spoiled, what's new) and started the bath water with a flick of his wand. He added some relaxing salts and bubbles to the water before setting out a few plush bath towels. Draco also dimmed the lights and lit a few candles, just to prove how romantic he could be. Pleased with himself, he walked back out into the main bedroom to a completely naked Harry. 
"WHOA, um, sorry?!" Draco covered his eyes, not expecting to see him like that and wanting to be gentlemanly. 
Harry chuckled, "You don't have to cover your eyes. I want you to join me?" 
Draco lowered his hands, taking in Harry's body. He was a little shorter than Draco, but his muscles and build were incredible. 'All that Quidditch and saving the world 100x over, I'm sure.'
His chest was covered in a smattering of black hair, which a trail of hair leading down to his... very large member. Even flaccid it was impressive. Draco continued to roam with his eyes, taking in his pale skin, the random scars that were scattered across his body, his floppy black hair, his green eyes. Draco could feel himself heating up at the thought of being in the bath with him. 
Draco slowly took his own pants and boxers off, throwing them in the pile with the other articles of clothing. He covered up his "Blood Traitor" scar with his hands, silently agreeing to the bath. 

"You don't have to cover it up, Draco. You're beautiful with or without it." 
Draco blushed, the redness leeching into his cheeks and neck. 
Harry gave Draco a once over as well. Noticing how tall he had gotten. His pale skin, with his own collection of scars. His icy-white hair barely noticeable along his body. His thin but muscular frame. Those gray, stormy eyes that could peer through someone's soul. His incredibly long and thick member too. He was hotter than Harry could have ever dreamed of. 
Draco walked up to Harry and grabbed his hand, leading him into the bathroom. The bath had filled up by now, the steam releasing the yummy smells of the soap bubbles and salts. 
Draco held up his hand to help Harry get in first before following him in the deep pool. The water was perfectly hot; warm enough to melt through the rain chill but not hot enough to burn. 
At first, Draco sat at one end of the bath, away from Harry, not wanting to rush things or assume. He looked over at Harry, who had his eyes closed and was moaning softly at the relaxation. 
Draco dipped his head underwater, wanting to get the cold water out of it. When he resurfaced, Harry was closer to him. "Turn around." 

Draco did as requested, turning around so the back of his head was facing Harry. Harry began to wash Draco's hair, summoning a bottle of shampoo. Harry reached around and pulled Draco towards him, flushing his back to his chest so that Draco could lean back on him. Harry was milking his time, massaging the shampoo deeply into Draco's scalp and eliciting moans from him. Harry tried to keep focus, not wanting to get aroused while his member is pressed up against Draco. After rinsing his hair, Harry started on the conditioner, working it into a lather and gliding it through Draco's silky strands. Draco was leaning more into Harry at this point, relaxing further. 
As Harry rinsed the conditioner from his hair, he began to kiss up and down Draco's neck from behind. 
"Feeling a bit naughty are we?" Draco mumbled out, allowing him to continue. 
Draco could feel Harry's member getting hard against his back, which spurred his own hardness. 
Draco turned around to face Harry. "If you keep doing that, we're going to find ourselves in.. interesting positions." 
"Glad you understand the point, Drac." Harry laughed, reaching back out for Draco. 

"Wait. I want to be as courteous as possible, okay? I don't want you doing things you aren't ready for or rush into things. Because that's not what I'm after. Yes, it is one hell of a bonus, but I just want you for who you are." Draco held onto Harry's hands, concern in his eyes. 
"You don't have to worry about that, Drac. I want you. And I want you to not worry about it so you can fully be yourself, in the moment."
"I would love to do so, but I don't think so just yet. Have you ever been with a man?" Draco asked, cocking his eyebrow. 
"Well, no. You're really the first one that I've had feelings for or attractions to."
"Well, I've had some.. experience then. But I want your first time to be special. Something I can plan out and make memorable for you." 
"That's fine, I'll agree to that. But that doesn't mean we can't do other stuff, can we?" Harry was getting impatient, placing himself in Draco's lap. 
"My, my. Potter is so eager." Draco licked his lips. "We can do whatever else you want, but we should probably establish ground rules." 
"UGH, what would those be?" Harry began to nibble Draco's shoulder.
"Now, now, I'm serious. I can be... dominating and controlling."
"Oh, you don't say? I've never met you before, I had no idea!" 
Draco rolled his eyes, continuing. "I mean in the bedroom. There are certain things I like to do, to say. I like submission from my partner. But if you aren't up for that or it makes you uncomfortable, you can tell me and I'll hold back. Does that make sense?" 
"Draco, I'm not a complete virgin. I've dabbled in some things like that here and there. Honestly, I would like to see you like that. I mean, you've done it for eight years already, but this time, I'll get an orgasm out of it." Harry laughed, wrapping his arms around Draco's neck. 
"Well. You asked for it."

Draco suddenly shot up out of the bath water, holding onto Harry's waist. Harry, full of surprise, groaned loudly from the change in temperature. 
Draco reached for the towels, wrapping one around Harry before walking out into the bedroom. 
Harry was still hanging on by Draco's neck, wrapping his legs around his waist as well. 
Draco deposited Harry onto the bed with his towel before walking over to the fireplace and blasting the wood with fire. The room was relatively small, making heating it a quicker job. 
Draco returned to Harry on the bed, drying him off with the towel before throwing it across the room. 
Harry looked up at Draco; he had a primal look in his eyes of desire, his cock was slowly growing harder and larger as they locked eyes, as did Harry's. 
"I'm going to make you mine, you hear me?"
Draco got on top of Harry, kissing him passionately and hard. Harry responded, opening his mouth and tangling their tongues together. 
Harry moaned loudly, taking the opportunity to kiss down Draco's neck. Leaving a trail of licks, sucks, and kisses in his wake. 
Draco growled low, exploring Harry's chest with his hand. "Good boy." 
Harry felt a twinge in his cock hearing that, which spurred him on. 

Suddenly, again, Draco lifted Harry off of the bed around his waist and walked them over to the fireplace. He gently lowered Harry onto the ground, on his furry rug. 
"Put my cock in your mouth." Draco growled again.
Harry's eyes expanded wide as he felt a tingle go through his whole body from the demand. 
Harry reached out and clasped around Draco's impressive girth with one hand at his base. He popped the head into his mouth, sucking on it and swirling his tongue around it. 
Harry popped the head in and out, making his lips tight around it. 
Draco put his hand in Harry's hair, gripping it tight and encouraging him as he moaned. 
Harry released his grip, letting Draco take control. 
Draco began to shove his cock deeper into Harry's mouth, using his hair as a guide. 
Harry began to moan, his own cock twitching at the erotic nature. 
"Touch yourself." Draco ordered.

Harry began to drag his hand up and down his own shaft, rubbing circles over the head. He was wet with precum. 
Draco began to get rougher, hitting his cock at the back of Harry's throat, making him gag. 
Draco took his cock out of his mouth, "Tell me how much you love it, whore." 
"Fuck, I love it. I want it back in my mouth, please!"
Draco obliged, surging deep to hit the back of Harry's throat again while he moaned, speeding up the pace of his own pleasure. 
"When I cum in your mouth, are you going to be a good little whore and swallow it all?" Draco's eyes were dark with lust, patches of sweat beaded his brow. 
"Yes, please, cum in my mouth."
Draco resumed pumping himself quickly and deeply into Harry's mouth, his head lolling back in pleasure. 
Harry moaned again, the feeling of pleasuring Draco was indescribable to him. 
Draco's body lit up, electrified by his pleasure. His orgasm rolled through him, causing him to flood Harry's mouth with cum. Draco was panting loudly, holding onto Harry's head to keep him in place. 
When he began to come down from the high, Draco looked at Harry as he withdrew his cock from his mouth and watched as Harry swallowed deeply, smiling. 

"Good whore. Now it's your turn." 
Draco whisked Harry off his feet again, carrying him back to the bed. 
He climbed on top of Harry, shushing him as he snaked his body down to Harry's gleaming cock. 
Draco took him in his mouth, slowly shoving him in deeper and deeper. 
Harry gasped in pleasure, biting his hand to muffle the sound. 
"Absolutely not. I want to hear you." Draco ordered with leering eyes. 
Harry obeyed, taking his hand out of his mouth. 
Draco lowered his mouth to Harry's balls, sucking them gently into his mouth. 
Harry's eyes rolled into the back of his head, stroking his cock as Draco worked him with his mouth. 
Draco lowered his mouth even more to the seam below his balls, leading to Harry's arse. 
Harry jolted up at the surprising pleasure; no one had ventured there before. 
Draco chuckled teasingly before sucking and licking his arsehole. Draco batted away Harry's hand and resumed pumping up and down his cock for him, never releasing his tongue. 
Harry began to moan loudly and buck against Draco's ministrations, muttering in parseltongue unknowingly. 
This just spurred Draco on, 'fuck, how hot is that?'
Harry's own orgasm was reaching it's peak, a hot flash coiling in his lower belly. 
"FUCK, I'm gonna-"
Harry didn't have time to finish his sentence before ejaculating all over Draco's hand. 
"Good boy." Draco began to lick off Harry's cum from his hand, causing Harry's cock to twinge again. 

Both spent, they used a cleaning spell on themselves quickly before getting under the covers of the bed and cuddling. 
Kissing off and on, languidly. 
"Satisfied baby?" Draco asked.
"More than." Harry replied, closing his eyes.
The warmth of Draco's chest and his even breathing helped him slip into a deep, comfy sleep. 

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