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Harry sighed as he and Draco dropped their bags onto the plush cream and pale grey area rug. Draco walked deeper into the suite, surveying the accommodations with a critical eye. He nodded to himself, as he came to some inner conclusion with the acceptability of their room. Harry watched all this, trying to be as covert as possible, less he be accused of stalking, as their friend group was wont to do. Usually it was done in a mocking, semi-depricating manner, poking the bear that was their shared history. Mostly it was a way to get a rise out of Harry, and leave the group in stitches as he spluttered and protested that he “never stalked Malfoy”, but everyone knew he was protesting too much, even himself, if he was to be honest. Draco would duck his head, a faint stain of pink blushing his high cheekbones, and a little smile gracing his mouth. He’d typically spend the next quarter hour avoiding Harry’s gaze, his eyes settling everywhere but anywhere in the vicinity of one Harry Potter, the man who lived twice, savior of the wizarding world, until someone else became the target of mockery and general ribbing. Having brought the Slytherins into their group certainly made for much more biting commentary and witty repartee.
Harry sighed again as he sank wearily into the plush sofa, tipping his head back to watch Draco further but inverse.
“Potter, aren’t you going to check out the hotel with me?” Draco smirked.
“Malfoy you know I’m exhausted from work, can’t you let a man take a moment to relax before dragging him hither and yon?”
“Hither and yon? Really Potter? Since when do you speak with such eloquence?”
“Maybe your prat-ness is rubbing off on me?”
Draco laughed, throwing his head back, and Harry’s heart did a somersault as the look of unrestrained joy lightened up Draco’s countenance.
“Prat-ness, huh? Is that even a word?”
“It is now,” Harry rebutted, a smirk crossing his own lips.
In response Draco snatched a throw-pillow off the end of the sofa and began hitting Harry over the head with it. Harry laughed and half heartedly tried to block the blows, but Draco was relentless in his attacks, and soon both had collapsed into fits of laughter, both sweaty and out of breath.
“Ok now that that is out of the way, are you going to come exploring with me?” Draco panted.
“Yeah, yeah,” Harry grumbled, rolling to his side, and heaving his weary body off the floor.
With a flick of his wand, Draco sent their bags into the sleeping area, and then he and Harry departed to explore the hotel.
It was a weird turn of events that led to them becoming partners on these quarterly vacations to exotic hot springs and open aired baths. They’d bonded over a love of large tubs and fragrant bubbles whilst passing a bottle of Ogden’s between the two of them on the floor of Grimmauld Place during one or another of their mutual friends’ birthdays. Both, surprisingly, recalled the conversation once sober, and soon a plan was hatched to go explore the local offerings in the wizarding section of Bath. And, as they say, the rest is history. They had both enjoyed the experience so much that when Harry had heard about a new spa opening in Italy, they’d both agreed to take the weekend and luxuriate in the waters. Now three years later, it’d become tradition to go find a new hotel or spa to explore every three or four months.
They’d booked the international portkey to Germany after Harry had done a Wixy search for new and exciting bath houses. Liquidrom in Berlin had boasted ‘rejuvenation before de-juvenation in Europe’s clubbing capital that offered a chic luxury experience for a fraction of the cost’. Not that Harry or Draco cared about the cost, it was always about the experiences and the baths. However Harry was curious if the hype of the resort was all it was touted to be. Thankfully and pleasantly he was not disappointed. He was actually incredibly pleased that his choice seemed to also resonate positively with Draco. It had become a little bit of a game with them on who could book the better vacation and currently Draco was up by two points. Harry secretly felt that he was now only losing by one tick after they spent time touring the hotel and scanning their amenities.
After their tour, they’d opted to leave the hotel and scout out the area a little to see what else Berlin had to offer. Apparently a lot was the answer. From museums to all manner of restaurants, unique street art, and lastly a booming night club scene, there was much to explore in the five mile radius of their lodgings.
With much debate ending in a coin flip, dinner was decided, eaten, and then a leisurely walk back to the room while they discussed work and caught up on mutual friends’ lives.
“I still can’t believe Neville hasn’t proposed to Hannah yet,” Draco sighed, as they exited the lift to their floor. “You’d think he would have been the first to tie the knot, other than Weasley and Granger, after.. well.. everything.”
“I have a feeling Nev’s a bit shy in all things romance related,” Harry replied.
“At this rate, Hannah might end up being the one to pop the question, if she doesn’t want to die an old spinster,” Draco laughed back.
“Harsh, but not inaccurate,” Harry smirked as he held the door for Draco.
“Thank you,” he said offhandedly, before returning to their previous discussion. “However if those two hapless love-birds do tie the knot, soon only you and I will be the unattached bachelors of the group and before you know it everyone will know someone who’ll be ‘just perfect’ for us, and then the busybodies will be trying to fix either of us up on all manor of blind dates.”
They both looked at each other and visibly shuttered. The moment hung suspended until one or the other cracked and they both collapsed into fits of laughter.
“Please do not let that happen again,” Harry wheezed, wiping a tear from his eye. “It was bad enough after Ginny and I ended things, and we weren’t even that serious.”
“My parents treated me like a prized crup, showing me off to any potential spouses before the war. Thankfully with the Malfoy name in ruins, I am more free to choose the path I’d like, and who I may want to share that path with.” Draco said, walking into the bedroom and beginning to undress.
“Oh, any prospective applicants I should be aware of?” Harry asked, following behind and doing the same.
“Please, Potter. Like I have anyone on my radar with as busy as I am what with the constant stageings, showings, and negotiations. Do you have any idea how needy some clients can be? You'd think the perfect wizarding houses were just a wave of the wand away the way they carry on about their 'needs'.”
Harry chuckled as he shucked off the rest of his clothing, reaching for one of the fluffy robes the hotel offered. If his gaze lingered perhaps a little too long on a certain juicy posterior he wasn't going to dwell on that thought. Any more than the pang that zapped through him at the thought of Draco being with someone. Someone that wasn’t him, his brain clarified unhelpfully. Harry shook his head, trying to rattle those thoughts away. He was happy with where their relationship was now. And if he maybe dwelt on memories of soft lips parted in excitement or moans of delight from the way food tasted or these fleeting glimpses of exposed flesh, who was to be the wiser of his private spank-bank fantasies? He thought he’d done a fairly good job over the years keeping his feelings to himself, and trying his damnedest not to make things awkward when he and Draco went on these trips. Especially since seeing so much of a naked Draco would fill up a new area in his mental cache after every trip. He’d practically wanked himself raw after realizing his feelings for a certain blonde git about two years ago when Draco had emerged from a bath all rosy, flushed, and languid, moaning in delight as he draped himself over one of the benches provided. Harry’d had to stay in the bath a bit longer, willing his erection to subside, so as not to embarrass himself. But after the trip was over, and he was safely in his own home, the moment was on a constant loop running behind his eyes leaving him just as excited as seeing it the first time. There was nothing for it except to rub one out, and forget the whole thing. Except his brain was an asshole, and loved to rile Harry up, much like Draco in their youth his brain supplied. And what Harry had thought might just be a moment of weakness brought on by prolonged abstinence, became instead a bit of an addiction. He’d tried having flings or one-night-stands, but there was always something missing. The hair wasn’t the right shade of platinum, the eyes weren’t silvery enough, their body wasn’t the perfect fit to his, and so he’d always be left feeling like each encounter wasn’t worth it, especially since he couldn’t have what he really wanted.
“Ready to go?”
The innocent query cut through his musings and Harry followed Draco out of the room and down to the immersion pool.
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About an hour later, much refreshed from both the pool and sauna, Draco joined Harry on the sofa, passing him a nicely chilled glass of Berliner Kindl Weisse. A local who was enjoying the baths’ therapeutic properties suggested the drink to them as the perfect finisher after their treatments, and who were Draco and Harry to ignore the recommendation of a local. Both sipped the slightly sweet beer, and relaxed in the other’s company, letting their exhaustion from the last few weeks go.
“Hey I don’t know if you’d gotten a chance to check it out yet, but when I booked the hotel I made sure that it was wizard friendly, if you know what I mean?”
“What do you mean?” Draco asked, intrigued.
“Well normally the tubs in the Muggle rooms are standard sized for just washing up, however by being on the top floor, we have a room that has its own private hot springs pool in a secret grotto. The entrance is hidden through the closet.”
“You’re putting me on, Potter.”
“No seriously, go check it out. Here I’ll show you.”
Harry walked over to the closet that butted up against the outer wall. Most muggles would more than likely assume that the location was randomly chosen, or just chalk it up to German eccentricity, but those in the know knew that there was more there than met the eye. Draco followed Harry into the tiny area, and Harry had to suppress a shiver as it danced along his back from Draco’s warm breath ghosting over his neck. He knocked on a little door and it swung open to reveal a tiny hole. He then summoned his wand from their luggage and inserted it. There was a small tinkle of bells and the wall before them dissolved, giving way to a beautiful sunken bath surrounded by rocks. They were formed to create a waterfall and various flora were artistically planted all around, giving it a hidden oasis feel. Steam rose invitingly from the slowly moving water. As they stepped further into the concealed space, soft music began to play, and the torches lining the lagoon magically ignited, lending the whole area a romantic ambiance. Draco looked over at Harry, a calculating look in his eye.
“Harry Potter, are you trying to seduce me?” he asked, giving Harry a look that was hard to decipher.
“N-no... No, not at all!” Harry spluttered, flushing. “I noticed an extra link on their site, and it took me to another page specializing in additional wizarding spaces for an added fee. I thought you might like to try it out with me.”
“Pity,” Draco murmured, almost too low for Harry to hear.
“I beg your pardon.”
“Nothing, Potter. So are we going in?”
Draco dropped his robe and walked to the pool as natural as could be, gracefully descending the stone steps, moving deeper until the water was waist deep. Harry stood there trying in vain not to blatantly stare, before he quickly moved to join him. Draco waded over and sat beneath the churning water, letting the falls cascade over his shoulders and back. He moaned at the sensation, tipping his head back into the spray, running his hands through his hair slicking it back from his face. Harry quickly sat down as his interest in all things Draco, and more importantly a nude Draco, made itself known.
After some time, Draco moved from the falls and swam over to where Harry was sitting, settling himself next to him, propping his arms on the warm rocks, letting his body float in the water. He closed his eyes, and rested his head on his folded arms, contentedly humming along with the music. Harry snuck side glances over at him, as his body dipped and bobbed in the water, Draco’s lush bottom hypnotically breaking the surface with each breath.
“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Draco drawled, still lazy floating.
Harry’s brain short circuited, and he scrambled to come up with anything but the truth. Frantically he glanced around looking for inspiration, when his eyes fell upon a little basket gone unnoticed nestled beside the waterfall outcropping.
“Um… Um, there’s a basket over there with something in it.”
“Hmmm… where?”
“Beside the falls. I’ll just go see what it is, yeah?”
Without waiting for a reply, Harry quickly swished over to his salvation, to discover an assortment of powdery spheres.
“I think they’re bath bombs,” he said over his shoulder.
“Use one and let’s see what they do,” Draco offered.
Harry had the basket balanced on one hand and was trying to figure out what each scent was, since they were written in German; Verlangen, Wahrheit, Leibe, Verringerte Hemmungen. Draco swam up behind him, pressing his naked torso against Harry’s back, startling him badly enough to unbalance the basket on his fingers, sending most of the bombs into the water before he was able to reflexively right it again. His stomach dropped as the water began to fizz and broil, changing colors and bubbles forming at a rapid rate.
“Oh shit. Oh shit,” he began chanting.
“What’s wrong Harry?” Draco said, hooking his chin over Harry’s shoulder.
“I think we may have a problem, Draco.”
Draco looked down to see the chaos that was developing around Harry, as it appeared like he’d just been dumped into a brewing potion. He let out a snorting laugh, before he quickly clapped a hand over his mouth. His eyes continued to dance with mirth as Harry looked more and more panicked.
“For Godric’s sake, Potter, come away from the area. You look like you’re about to be sucked down into a watery vortex,” Draco chided as he lazily backpedaled to his vacated spot.
“I’m afraid to move,” Harry confessed. “What if it’s dangerous?”
Draco reached out, snagging Harry’s forearm and dragged him back over to where they’d both been previously resting.
“I doubt the hotel would put anything together that would be harmful if mixed. I’m sure they kept it in mind in case some idiot chose to mix all the flavors together. Plus it’s meant to go in the bath. It’s just a beauty product, how dangerous can it be?”
“Hey! It was an accident,” Harry replied indignantly.
“My reasoning still stands. We’ll be fine. Now just quit wingeing about it, and come back and relax. Whatever brew you’ve concocted smells lovely.”
Harry folded his arms, sitting silently beside Draco. He wasn’t pouting. And he wasn’t embarrassed. He was just sitting in their pleasantly tempered grotto next to a beautiful and desirable man as the waters frothed and burbled around them.
“You think I’m beautiful?”
“Huh, what did you say?”
“I asked if you said you think I’m beautiful.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Yes you did. You said you weren’t pouting, nor embarrassed, but were just sitting in our grotto next to a beautiful man.”
“No I didn’t. I might have thought it, but I didn’t say it.”
“Yes you did, Harry. You said a beautiful and desirable man.”
Harry groaned, burying his face in his hands. Had he really said all that out loud?
“Yes, Harry, you did.”
“Get out of my head, Draco.”
“I’m not in your head you berk. You’re literally saying everything out loud.”
“I am?”
“Yes, you numpty.”
“Why do I feel drunk? Like I can’t focus and everything is floating out of my mouth?”
“Maybe if your mouth was occupied, everything would stay in.”
“Wha-” was all he was able to get out before he had a lap full of Draco and those soft, plump lips he’d been dreaming about were crushed against his. His head swam even more then, and he let out a whimper as a warm tongue licked along the seam of his own lips, asking for entrance. He gladly opened his mouth and it was immediately invaded by a writhing sweet tongue that danced and dueled with his, coaxing it to come out and play. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s hips lifting him closer, their erections gliding along each other in the bubbling water. Both groaned at the contact, and Draco reached up to bury his hands in Harry’s damp ringlets, long fingers twining the strands between them, gently pulling and massaging the scalp. Harry couldn’t get enough of touching Draco. It was as if a dam had burst and two years of pent up lust spilled forth, carrying him along in its cascade. His hands wandered from Draco’s back, up over his arms and back again, hands sliding down to hips, over thighs, and around to grasp tightly those tantalizing globes that had haunted Harry’s fantasies for way too long.
Draco groaned deep and started rutting rhythmically in Harry’s lap, sliding their erections together, warm skin against warm skin. Having enough of the teasing Harry wandlessly summoned oil into his palm and took matters into his own hand, wrapping tightly around the two of them, letting Draco’s undulations bring them closer.
“Oh fuck yeah. That feels so good Harry,” Draco moaned against his mouth.
Harry gasped and moaned along with him, tightening his fist unconsciously as the pleasure flooded through his veins. Draco continued to writhe and undulate on his lap, his breath hitching and stuttering as he rocked them both closer to completion. The frotting continued at a breakneck pace until with a final thrust, Draco came, Harry following not a moment later. They both lay there in the fragrant steamy water, catching their breaths, panting against the other’s skin.
Draco made to move away, but Harry tightened his grip on his left cheek, stilling the blonde’s shift.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked huskily.
“Well we’re done here, so I was going to get out and towel off. If you must know,” Draco sassed.
“Not finished with you yet,” Harry growled, burying his nose into the crook of Draco’s neck, beginning to lathe the skin at the hollow of his throat.
Draco let out a hum of contentment, and angled his head to allow Harry better access.
“As you wish, Potter.”
Harry brought his other hand around, and cupped the other cheek, taking a large heft of the plump globes in his hands, kneading the smooth flesh against his palms. Using the natural buoyancy of the water to help, he hefted Draco up, guiding the blonde’s lithe legs around his hips, as he stood up and slowly walked toward the shallower side of the grotto pool, all the while licking and sucking along his neck and collarbones. Harry gently turned Draco around and deposited him kneeling on the stone bench surrounding the pool. A bit of wandless magic murmured under his breath created two cushioning charms, one for Draco’s knees and the other on the decorative flat rocks encompassing the pool’s edge. With a firm press between Draco’s shoulders, Harry maneuvered him prone across them.
“Potter, what are you doing?” Draco asked, lazily.
“It’s Harry, and I’m getting you comfortable for my feast.”
“What feast, Potter?”
Without further discussion, Harry leaned down, licking a long stripe from the nape of his neck, to the end of his tailbone.
“You can’t seriously mean to do what I think you’re doing,” Draco grumbled, halfheartedly.
But Harry was done with talking, instead he was going to show Draco what he was about.
Casting his own cushioning charm, Harry knelt in the water, running his hands up the back of Draco’s wet thighs, again flexing his hands into the generous flesh of his backside before spreading the cheeks apart and delving in. Draco let out a loud squeak and tried moving away, but Harry held fast to his hips, anchoring him in place as he kissed and licked around and against the blush pink furled hole.
“Aaahhh, Harry. You really shouldn't, it’s dirty back there.”
“Nnn mmm,” Harry said, minutely shaking his head, his negative moan vibrating through the sensitive area.
“Fuuuckk,” Draco moaned, arching his back, trying to get closer to the pleasure, his head dropping down onto his forearms.
After being sure Draco wouldn’t try to move away again, Harry went to work letting all his late-night fantasies come to fruition. With much glee and gusto he tongued and kissed along the spot that he’d thought of ceaselessly, delighting in the sounds he was drawing forth from his partner’s mouth. Swirling around the opening, teasing alongside it, letting the soft flesh of his lips ghost over it, he drove Draco higher and higher. It was when he felt the hole beginning to flutter back that he deemed it was time to really get into it. Holding out his hand he summoned a bottle of edible massage oil generously provided by the hotel, and once acquired, poured the viscous liquid down Draco’s crack. Draco moaned loudly at the temperature shift from both the water and Harry’s hot tongue to the room temp oil sliding down between his legs. Harry moved back in, this time lathing across the opening as it flexed and danced beneath his tongue. Harry alternated between the flat of his tongue and flexing the muscle into a fleshy spear to tease the rim, dipping in ever so slightly, testing the resistance of the muscles beneath. Draco kept up his song of pleasure: groaning, moaning, occasionally letting out a whiny mewl, as Harry worked him over with his mouth. Harry firmed his tongue again and flicked it over and over the sensitized opening, causing Draco to cry out and buck against his mouth. Harry hummed in response and then plunged the fleshy tip into the pliant opening. He felt minimal resistance from the first ring of muscles, but the second was still tight, not barring his entrance, but definitely resisting it. Harry kept up his assault of the muscles, retreating and advancing until those too started to give way.
Harry added more oil, since he’d eaten most of it, and began petting softly around the opening again with the pads of his fingers. He felt Draco stiffen, and try turning away from the new sensation.
“Shh, shh baby,” he crooned softly. “Don’t fret. I’ll make this feel so, so good for you. You’ll let me, won't you?”
After Draco’s nod of acquiescence, Harry went back to his licking and kissing, only this time adding the smooth slide of his fingers in the mix. He rubbed over and over the pink bud, lightly tapping against it as it winked beneath his ministrations. Once Draco had settled back down, and relaxed under him, Harry started applying gentle pressure with each petting pass, letting the tip of his middle finger dip ever so, into the relaxed opening.
“That’s a sweet pet. Yes just like that,” he praised as the opening gave way and his finger slipped in, swallowing the digit to the second knuckle.
Draco keened under him as he stroked the finger slowly in and out, circling the rim, loosening the area further. Applying more oil, Harry focused on having the liquid enter the now writhing blonde, slicking up his channel making the relentless glide effortless. Deeming him loosened enough Harry added a second finger, again praising and crooning as he felt Draco resisting the larger intrusion.
“I’m going to finger you so good, baby. You’re going to love what my fingers will do for you.”
Draco was moaning unabashedly now, his skin flushed and mottled from his excitement. As Harry continued to finger him, he began to rock back, seeking more. Harry flexed and scissored his fingers, loosening the muscles even more, taking his time to rouse Draco into a further state of desire. He began to feel around with a purpose and knew he’d found Draco’s prostate when the blonde reared up, letting out a guttural cry. Harry kept his fingers there, tapping and stroking over the swelling tissue, working Draco into a frenzy.
“Oh fuck. Oh Salazar,” Draco began to chant as Harry applied pressure and really started to hone in on that area.
“Harry… Fuck, oh fuck… Harry. Stop, stop. I’m going to cum soon. Oh please… don’t stop. Right there. Fuuuuck.”
Draco was babbling, thrusting his hips onto Harry’s fingers, his back arching and his fingers scrambling on the wet surface of the rocks beneath him. Harry did as he asked and kept his focus, rubbing over and over the tissue until with a loud cry Draco came, his muscles clamping down on Harry’s fingers, locking them in place. Harry could feel the inner muscles flex and release as Draco came, his body wracked with shudders of ecstasy. His thighs vibrating in the water, his back heaving as he tried to draw air in. Harry kept his fingers in place, waiting for the tremors to subside.
“How was that love?”
“Brilliant,” Draco slurred.
“Think you could handle another?”
“Wha-”
Harry began to again rub his fingers over Draco’s prostate, and Draco groaned, sinking into the sensation and pleasure. All too soon he stiffened again and his inner muscles flexed and squeezed around Harry’s fingers as he cried out, coming again. He collapsed forward into a prone, boneless heap, quivering through the aftershocks. Harry slowly extracted his fingers, knowingly brushing them over the overly sensitized tissue, causing Draco to squirm, and mewl in protest. Grabbing the almost empty bottle of massage oil, he liberally coated his now throbbing erection, and lined himself up with Draco’s loosened opening.
“Well my blissed out little snake, are you ready for the main event?” Harry said, rubbing the spongy head of cock against Draco’s fluttering hole.
“What do you mean…. Oh fuck me,” Draco groaned as Harry pushed inside, slowly but relentlessly.
“That’s what I was planning on doing darling,” Harry moaned as the slick channel enveloped his aching member.
He continued his invasion until he was seated deeply, bottoming out, his trimmed pubes flush to Draco’s skin. He waited for a few breaths, allowing Draco to adjust and himself to keep a tight rein on his rampant libido. He wanted this to last, and he knew if he started thrusting that it would be over too quickly, and might also hurt Draco, and the last thing he wanted was to cause his love pain.
He lay himself across Draco’s back, bracketing him with his arms, and began to slowly and gently roll his hips. Draco moaned at the sensation, feeling Harry so deep inside, the thickness of his shaft stretching him and reaching to places he’d never explored with more than his own fingers a time or two.
“Gods, baby. You’re so tight around me. I can still feel your aftershocks, and they feel delicious,” Harry groaned in his ear, keeping the rhythm of slow rolling.
Draco turned his head, and leaned up to capture Harry’s lips in a messy deep kiss, that was more panting breaths and sloppy tongues then real snogging. He cried out as Harry changed the angle of his hips slightly, causing his cock to move over his sensitive prostate. At the exquisite sensation he pressed back into Harry’s next roll, seeking more. More what he didn’t know, but just more.
Harry recognized the move for what it was, and started thrusting harder, pulling out farther and returning with more force, but still maintaining the slow ebb and flow. He wrapped his arms under Draco and drew them both up into a more seated position, Draco’s back flush to Harry’s chest. Harry kissed along the back of Draco’s neck and over his shoulders, while his hands wandered, caressing Draco’s chest and abdomen. He played with first one then the other of Draco’s nipples, making the blonde twist on his next upthrust, eliciting moans from the both of them.
As much as Harry wanted to draw out both their pleasures, he knew he was close and wanted to feel Draco cum one more time, only this time having his cock feel the tremors instead of his fingers. He picked up his pace as he caressed down and encircled his left fist around Draco’s hard shaft. He kept time with his thrusts and strokes, watching the color rise in Draco’s flushed face and hearing his moans begin to stutter.
“Oh shit, oh Harry. I’m going to cum again. Oh fuck, oh fuck.”
“Oh Gods, Draco. Yes. Cum for me. Come all over my cock.”
The warm water churned around their undulating bodies as with a cry Draco came one more time and Harry buried himself as deep as he could, coating Draco’s insides with rope after rope of cum. They both sat there panting, as steam rose around them, coming back to their bodies. Harry made to pull out, but Draco shook his head, reaching back to bring Harry’s head around for a kiss.
“No, stay inside. Just a little longer,” he murmured against Harry's lips.
Wrapping his arms around Draco, Harry tipped to the side, rolling over to sit upon the stone bench, Draco on his lap, with Harry still buried inside. He returned to kissing over Draco’s neck and shoulders as Draco lay against him in blissed out relaxation. He also went back to caressing and stroking over Draco’s chest and stomach, touching any and everywhere his hands could reach. Draco purred and leaned back into Harry, enjoying the post sex rubdown and cuddling. Soon enough he started to squirm in Harry’s lap reawakening his cock, which began to thicken while still inside his loosened channel. He began to rock, sliding fractionally along Harry’s once again engorged shaft.
“Draco, are you sure you want to go another round? I don’t want to hurt you,” Harry whispered in his ear.
“You’re still so deep inside me,” Draco moaned, swiveling his hips. “I feel so full. Like I want to spend the rest of my life with your cock inside me. Fuck me again Harry. Take me to paradise.”
Harry wrapped his arms tightly around Draco and started thrusting into him, groaning against his back. Draco mewled, rolling his own hips, matching Harry’s rhythm. His passage, still slick with a combination of the oil and Harry’s cum, allowed for a smooth glide that both enjoyed. Their movements were no more hurried than the first time, but with two orgasms to Draco’s four under his belt, Harry wanted to take his time. The urge to cum settling in his body at a low simmer. Harry continued his mapping of Draco’s body at an unhurried pace, rubbing his chest, occasionally tweaking his nipples, dragging his nails along Draco’s sides which caused delicious shivers to trace over his body, making him press harder into Harry’s lap. He ran his nails up the insides of Draco’s thighs, Draco unconsciously opening them to give Harry more access. Harry reached up to cup and fondle Draco’s delicate sack, brushing the backs of his fingers over the soft, wrinkled skin. He also let the back of his hand graze the underside of Draco’s swelling erection as it bobbed and floated in the water.
“Draco turn around. I want to kiss you while I make love to you,” Harry moaned into his neck.
Draco obliged, disengaging from Harry, but settling right back into place as Harry held his erection for Draco to remount. They both moaned at the reentry, Draco once again twining his fingers into Harry’s curls as their mouths met, tongues dancing with one another, as he sank down. Harry kept up their unhurried pace, the slow comfortable slip and slide of Draco as he flexed and rolled his hips, riding Harry. Lips and tongues learning the hollows and crevasses of the other’s body as they moved together. Hands wandering to tangle in hair, then moving on to stroke and tease sensitive areas. After some time Draco began to ride Harry harder, his hips snapping as he reached down to stroke his own cock. Harry batted his hand away, taking over.
“If you’re going to cum, it’s going to be because I make you,” he growled, rubbing the pad of his thumb over the head.
“Oh yes. Please Harry make me cum again. I wanna paint your chest with my seed,” Draco cried.
Harry thrust faster into Draco’s slick channel, his fist flying over Draco’s erection. With a hoarse shout he began to cum, Draco tumbling swiftly after him, keeping his desire to paint Harry’s chest with his semen. After four consecutive orgasms it was thinner, less milky, mingling with the sweat and water dampening Harry’s chest hair. He collapsed forward, not caring that he landed in his own fluid, utterly drained from so many orgasms, the hot water also taking its toll, sapping him of all his strength. He shifted slightly, causing Harry’s fully limp dick to slide out of him, and he felt the accumulated fluids in him begin to seep, yet he couldn’t be bothered to care as Harry’s arms came over him, wrapping tightly, and he snuggled closer, breathing into the crook of Harry’s neck.
“Mmm, that was wonderful, Harry,” he slurred, blissed out, his body replete and sated.
Harry placed a kiss on his damp hair, squeezing him closer, letting out a contented sigh. Draco had started drifting off when he heard Harry whisper next to his ear.
“I love you, Draco Malfoy.”
