Fic - First
There will probably still be some errors in this, because I've not slept. I thought I'd share this now though. because who knows when I may actually manage to get some sleep. It is an increasingly rare commodity lately. I will try to come back fix this up later.
Title: First
Author: Abremaline
Rating: R-NC17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: Based on characters and situations created by J.K Rowling.
Summary: “The first time Draco Malfoy had kissed Harry Potter he had simply been curious.”
The first time Draco Malfoy had kissed Harry Potter he had simply been curious. He had been no teenager unsure of his sexuality, far from it - he had been a fully grown man unsure of his sexuality. It had been embarrassing to be questioning his sexuality so late in life and the opportunity to test the waters with another man had been irresistible. Even if he did loathe the man in question.
They had been duelling in Potter’s office at the Ministry, not a new occurrence, as Potter was the Auror in charge of the ongoing investigation into the Malfoy family’s dark arts associations. Quite a ridiculous waste of Auror time in Draco’s opinion, not to mention it was highly aggravating for himself.
He had managed to pin Potter to a wall with a very handy, if slightly illegal, spell. “Now listen here, you twit.” Whatever else he had been going to say was lost as he suddenly realised that he was, at that moment, locked in a room with another man completely at his disposal, and with no witnesses. Draco never had held anything against the use of an ‘Obliviate,’ and so, while Potter was pinned to the wall, Draco had kissed him.
It was said that curiosity killed the Kneazle. A saying he had always considered utter rubbish for impoverished house fools. Nevertheless, in the moment that he captured the other man’s lips he knew how that Kneazle must have felt. The heady, musky scent that was most undeniably masculine made his head spin in a way no woman had ever managed.
How bloody embarrassing. To discover in his mid-twenties no less, that he preferred men - he thought it should have been obvious to him in his teens. He felt like a fool. He had stood there for a full five minutes just feeling as dumbstruck as Potter looked. Before deciding that it was just too embarrassing to come out of the closet now. Draco had hastily cast the Obliviate and left the room.
That had been the first time. The second time he kissed Harry Potter had been after he had spent many days pondering the fact it had been so enjoyable. Despite the fact that Potter was the greatest, most ignorant git that Draco had ever had the misfortune to associate with. He reasoned that he couldn’t be gay as it was just too illogical to be only discovering this now, and after all it had been awhile since he had last had sex. He had simply been horny beyond normal reasoning at that time.
So Draco had gone out and found a willing woman to alleviate him of that particular issue, before returning to Potter’s office the very next day. He had recreated the situation perfectly and once again had Potter pinned to the wall.
Mentally cursing all Kneazle’s and impoverished house fools, Draco Malfoy once again leaned forward and kissed Harry Potter. This time it had been decidedly worse. Not only was he enjoying it, again, this time with the knowledge that it couldn’t be simply desperation, but Potter was actually kissing him back.
It was a firmer, more bruising sensation than kissing any woman could ever be. And it did insensible things to his heart rate. That combined with the smell of another man and feeling a muscular build pressed him clenched it. He liked men. That would not convince him to let anyone else know of how slow he had been to catch on. Safe in the closet was where he would stay. So when Potter had bitten Draco’s bottom lip (while helping him to discover that there was no feeling, anywhere, greater than that of a thick and hard cock that was not his own rocking into his leg) he had stood back quickly and obliviated the sod.
The third time, and all those that followed had been because - well - he enjoyed it. And what did it matter if Potter was never going to remember any of it anyway?
This was how it happened that a month after that first kiss he found himself giving his most hated associate a blowjob. After all, one day he may take a male lover at which point experience in such matters would be necessary.
It was not the most enjoyable experience of his life, he felt as though he were choking. That time he had bit the other man on his cute little ‘bubble butt’ had been a turn on. This however, was definitely not.
“Relax your throat, Malfoy.”
Draco released the shaft from his mouth and looked up in shock. This was the first time Potter had ever spoken during any of their interludes. It made Draco suspicious, and more than a little annoyed. For a first time he thought that he had being doing quite well. “Well I don’t see you doing it to me, now do I?”
“It wasn’t an insult, just that relaxing would make it better for you…and I would if you didn’t keep insisting on pinning me to the wall.”
“You would?” Draco raised both eyebrows in genuine surprise. It was one thing for Potter to react to Draco’s ministrations, but he truly had never considered that the other man might be willing to do these things back. It would seem that Potter was not nearly the prude Draco had thought him to be. “Wait.” The blonde man’s mind came to a screeching halt, “’Keep pinning you’ What do you mean by that? This is the first time.” That he should remember anyway.
“Malfoy, I’ve been able to throw off the Cruciatus since high school. A simple Obliviate isn’t likely to pose much of a challenge….” Potter let his voice trail off. Holding back giggles that seemed to have afflicted him from no where he continued. “Look, I get that you like your closet, and I can tell that you’ve never done any of this before, you’re not ready to get of there yet. I swear to leave you safe in your stuffy little closet and keep all this to myself. Now please, let me down?” The giggles escaped from the man’s mouth in a fully blown laugh, “I promise I won’t bite your dick for any kind of revenge.”
Draco who had been busy snarling at the knowledge of Potter’s remembering everything suddenly felt even more self conscience, how the hell had Potter known Draco had thought he might do that?
Nervously he let the naked man free, though he had taken the time to mention something about how Potter should have just shrugged the spell off since clearly he was so powerful.
Potter, entirely naked, had gone for Draco with a lunge and growl that would have been ridiculous, if it had not been quite so erotic at the same time.
That was how Potter’s participation in Draco’s experimentation came to hold a great importance to him. And once he learned to relax his throat, sucking Potter off did become much more pleasurable than biting his arse. Not to say, that Draco didn’t still hold a penchant for biting those rounded cheeks. After all, everyone is entitled to their kink and that is Draco’s…he’s an arse-muncher.
Several months Draco had been experimenting with what he had decided was his ‘bi-sexuality’ (Bi, because he was still quite happy in his stuffy little closet of denial.) when he quite astounded himself by discovering that he didn’t entirely hate Harry Potter. The man was powerful and commanding - and at the time, he had Draco laid out across the desk in the office at the Ministry of Magic and was licking and biting the entire length of Draco’s body, including sharp nips at his inner thighs, always a favourite.
The familiar mouth slipped easily over Draco’s erection, taking him whole in one swoop while a moistened finger thrust inside him. “Potter.” Draco stopped him before they both got too carried away too soon. “If I’m going to do this whole gay thing, then I want to do it all.” Draco had looked at the man meaningfully, while ostensively using the time for a little extra courage to finish what he had to say. “I want your…” His courage failed him for a moment and he paused before clenching his jaw and continuing determinedly. “I want your cock in me.”
“Malfoy…” Potter moved away looking very serious. “That…that is really better off in a bed…I mean you’ve never….you’ve never done this before and it could hurt. If you’re sure about doing it, we always go back to my place….or yours. It really would be better, with a bed.”
“Potter, you sound like a fool when you stutter like that. And this…” He gestured between them, “Whatever ‘this’ is, doesn’t leave this room. I want to do this, I don’t want to take a man home one night and not know what to do. So get the stuff, slather yourself up and fuck me.” One look at Potter’s face had told Draco quite clearly that Potter did not have any of ‘the stuff’ in his office. The other emotions that washed across lust heated face, Draco could not place and so he let them go, preferring instead to roll his eyes at the other man. “There’s some in the inner pocket of my robe.”
“You came prepared for this?”
Draco had been coming prepared for this since the third time he had kissed Harry Potter, but he wasn’t about to tell Potter that. Especially since the original intention for its use had most definitely had been the other way around.
The floor being Potter’s insistence meant that the carpet burn on Draco’s back was quite painful for some time after, but the feeling of the experience itself had been incredible, much more so than he had ever expected it to be. The feeling of that slick cock head poking slowly into him, stretching those muscles just a bit more, had felt both foreign and fantastic.
The sight of all those muscles under that golden skin moving in the way that they were was stunning and beautiful and when Potter’s cock was entirely inside him, waiting for Draco’s muscles to adjust, he was sure he had felt the throbbing of the vein in Potters cock vibrating through him. It was impossible to hate someone who could make you feel like this. So, as Potter began to slowly move inside of him, Draco admitted to himself that he didn’t hate the man.
When, that first time they had sex, Potter had hit Draco’s sweet spot. Draco was certain beyond a doubt that he did not hate him, his own cock (and the hazy mental shutdown) insisted on the fact. Draco had arched his back when he came, impaling himself as far could on the other man and had breathlessly murmured, “Sweet holy fuck. Right there. Potter, I don’t hate you.” The other man had completely lost control at that, and had thrust erratically, stiffened and come at very nearly the same time Draco had.
His bones had felt wonderfully jelly-like as he had flopped back fully onto the floor. Lying there recomposing himself for as long was viable before he would have to leave, he had turned his head to look at Harry Potter’s startling green eyes and for first time, Draco Malfoy admitted aloud what he had had so much trouble admitting to himself. “Potter, I feel I should tell you. I’m gay.”
Potter’s eyes sparkled when he laughed. Draco had only just noticed, and decided that he quite definitely liked it.
~ ~ ~ ~
Two years later now and Draco had experienced many more ‘first’s’ with Potter, all safely within his stuffy closet (Otherwise known as 'Potter’s Office.') This particular first was by far the most terrifying yet. He stood out there so long ‘gathering his courage’ that a small crowd had gathered by time Potter’s black furry head had appeared in the doorway.
“Potter. I mean Harry.” It had to be ‘Harry,’ because if he was going to do this, then he was going to it right. After all, he loved the man (one day he might even admit it.) “It occurred to me, we’ve never been on a date. I thought I could take you out to dinner or something…” He paused, waiting for a reaction. Receiving a slight smile as encouragement, Draco continued. “Then I thought maybe we could go back to my place…or yours and…” his mouth twisted in minor distain at himself, “and cuddle in front of the fire or something. You know, like other lovers do.”
Harry Potter wrapped his arms comfortably around Draco and kissed him. This was, Draco realised the first time he had ever kissed another man in public. Some sick part of him wanted to Obliviate the small crowd, for nostalgia’s sake.
Title: First
Author: Abremaline
Rating: R-NC17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: Based on characters and situations created by J.K Rowling.
Summary: “The first time Draco Malfoy had kissed Harry Potter he had simply been curious.”
The first time Draco Malfoy had kissed Harry Potter he had simply been curious. He had been no teenager unsure of his sexuality, far from it - he had been a fully grown man unsure of his sexuality. It had been embarrassing to be questioning his sexuality so late in life and the opportunity to test the waters with another man had been irresistible. Even if he did loathe the man in question.
They had been duelling in Potter’s office at the Ministry, not a new occurrence, as Potter was the Auror in charge of the ongoing investigation into the Malfoy family’s dark arts associations. Quite a ridiculous waste of Auror time in Draco’s opinion, not to mention it was highly aggravating for himself.
He had managed to pin Potter to a wall with a very handy, if slightly illegal, spell. “Now listen here, you twit.” Whatever else he had been going to say was lost as he suddenly realised that he was, at that moment, locked in a room with another man completely at his disposal, and with no witnesses. Draco never had held anything against the use of an ‘Obliviate,’ and so, while Potter was pinned to the wall, Draco had kissed him.
It was said that curiosity killed the Kneazle. A saying he had always considered utter rubbish for impoverished house fools. Nevertheless, in the moment that he captured the other man’s lips he knew how that Kneazle must have felt. The heady, musky scent that was most undeniably masculine made his head spin in a way no woman had ever managed.
How bloody embarrassing. To discover in his mid-twenties no less, that he preferred men - he thought it should have been obvious to him in his teens. He felt like a fool. He had stood there for a full five minutes just feeling as dumbstruck as Potter looked. Before deciding that it was just too embarrassing to come out of the closet now. Draco had hastily cast the Obliviate and left the room.
That had been the first time. The second time he kissed Harry Potter had been after he had spent many days pondering the fact it had been so enjoyable. Despite the fact that Potter was the greatest, most ignorant git that Draco had ever had the misfortune to associate with. He reasoned that he couldn’t be gay as it was just too illogical to be only discovering this now, and after all it had been awhile since he had last had sex. He had simply been horny beyond normal reasoning at that time.
So Draco had gone out and found a willing woman to alleviate him of that particular issue, before returning to Potter’s office the very next day. He had recreated the situation perfectly and once again had Potter pinned to the wall.
Mentally cursing all Kneazle’s and impoverished house fools, Draco Malfoy once again leaned forward and kissed Harry Potter. This time it had been decidedly worse. Not only was he enjoying it, again, this time with the knowledge that it couldn’t be simply desperation, but Potter was actually kissing him back.
It was a firmer, more bruising sensation than kissing any woman could ever be. And it did insensible things to his heart rate. That combined with the smell of another man and feeling a muscular build pressed him clenched it. He liked men. That would not convince him to let anyone else know of how slow he had been to catch on. Safe in the closet was where he would stay. So when Potter had bitten Draco’s bottom lip (while helping him to discover that there was no feeling, anywhere, greater than that of a thick and hard cock that was not his own rocking into his leg) he had stood back quickly and obliviated the sod.
The third time, and all those that followed had been because - well - he enjoyed it. And what did it matter if Potter was never going to remember any of it anyway?
This was how it happened that a month after that first kiss he found himself giving his most hated associate a blowjob. After all, one day he may take a male lover at which point experience in such matters would be necessary.
It was not the most enjoyable experience of his life, he felt as though he were choking. That time he had bit the other man on his cute little ‘bubble butt’ had been a turn on. This however, was definitely not.
“Relax your throat, Malfoy.”
Draco released the shaft from his mouth and looked up in shock. This was the first time Potter had ever spoken during any of their interludes. It made Draco suspicious, and more than a little annoyed. For a first time he thought that he had being doing quite well. “Well I don’t see you doing it to me, now do I?”
“It wasn’t an insult, just that relaxing would make it better for you…and I would if you didn’t keep insisting on pinning me to the wall.”
“You would?” Draco raised both eyebrows in genuine surprise. It was one thing for Potter to react to Draco’s ministrations, but he truly had never considered that the other man might be willing to do these things back. It would seem that Potter was not nearly the prude Draco had thought him to be. “Wait.” The blonde man’s mind came to a screeching halt, “’Keep pinning you’ What do you mean by that? This is the first time.” That he should remember anyway.
“Malfoy, I’ve been able to throw off the Cruciatus since high school. A simple Obliviate isn’t likely to pose much of a challenge….” Potter let his voice trail off. Holding back giggles that seemed to have afflicted him from no where he continued. “Look, I get that you like your closet, and I can tell that you’ve never done any of this before, you’re not ready to get of there yet. I swear to leave you safe in your stuffy little closet and keep all this to myself. Now please, let me down?” The giggles escaped from the man’s mouth in a fully blown laugh, “I promise I won’t bite your dick for any kind of revenge.”
Draco who had been busy snarling at the knowledge of Potter’s remembering everything suddenly felt even more self conscience, how the hell had Potter known Draco had thought he might do that?
Nervously he let the naked man free, though he had taken the time to mention something about how Potter should have just shrugged the spell off since clearly he was so powerful.
Potter, entirely naked, had gone for Draco with a lunge and growl that would have been ridiculous, if it had not been quite so erotic at the same time.
That was how Potter’s participation in Draco’s experimentation came to hold a great importance to him. And once he learned to relax his throat, sucking Potter off did become much more pleasurable than biting his arse. Not to say, that Draco didn’t still hold a penchant for biting those rounded cheeks. After all, everyone is entitled to their kink and that is Draco’s…he’s an arse-muncher.
Several months Draco had been experimenting with what he had decided was his ‘bi-sexuality’ (Bi, because he was still quite happy in his stuffy little closet of denial.) when he quite astounded himself by discovering that he didn’t entirely hate Harry Potter. The man was powerful and commanding - and at the time, he had Draco laid out across the desk in the office at the Ministry of Magic and was licking and biting the entire length of Draco’s body, including sharp nips at his inner thighs, always a favourite.
The familiar mouth slipped easily over Draco’s erection, taking him whole in one swoop while a moistened finger thrust inside him. “Potter.” Draco stopped him before they both got too carried away too soon. “If I’m going to do this whole gay thing, then I want to do it all.” Draco had looked at the man meaningfully, while ostensively using the time for a little extra courage to finish what he had to say. “I want your…” His courage failed him for a moment and he paused before clenching his jaw and continuing determinedly. “I want your cock in me.”
“Malfoy…” Potter moved away looking very serious. “That…that is really better off in a bed…I mean you’ve never….you’ve never done this before and it could hurt. If you’re sure about doing it, we always go back to my place….or yours. It really would be better, with a bed.”
“Potter, you sound like a fool when you stutter like that. And this…” He gestured between them, “Whatever ‘this’ is, doesn’t leave this room. I want to do this, I don’t want to take a man home one night and not know what to do. So get the stuff, slather yourself up and fuck me.” One look at Potter’s face had told Draco quite clearly that Potter did not have any of ‘the stuff’ in his office. The other emotions that washed across lust heated face, Draco could not place and so he let them go, preferring instead to roll his eyes at the other man. “There’s some in the inner pocket of my robe.”
“You came prepared for this?”
Draco had been coming prepared for this since the third time he had kissed Harry Potter, but he wasn’t about to tell Potter that. Especially since the original intention for its use had most definitely had been the other way around.
The floor being Potter’s insistence meant that the carpet burn on Draco’s back was quite painful for some time after, but the feeling of the experience itself had been incredible, much more so than he had ever expected it to be. The feeling of that slick cock head poking slowly into him, stretching those muscles just a bit more, had felt both foreign and fantastic.
The sight of all those muscles under that golden skin moving in the way that they were was stunning and beautiful and when Potter’s cock was entirely inside him, waiting for Draco’s muscles to adjust, he was sure he had felt the throbbing of the vein in Potters cock vibrating through him. It was impossible to hate someone who could make you feel like this. So, as Potter began to slowly move inside of him, Draco admitted to himself that he didn’t hate the man.
When, that first time they had sex, Potter had hit Draco’s sweet spot. Draco was certain beyond a doubt that he did not hate him, his own cock (and the hazy mental shutdown) insisted on the fact. Draco had arched his back when he came, impaling himself as far could on the other man and had breathlessly murmured, “Sweet holy fuck. Right there. Potter, I don’t hate you.” The other man had completely lost control at that, and had thrust erratically, stiffened and come at very nearly the same time Draco had.
His bones had felt wonderfully jelly-like as he had flopped back fully onto the floor. Lying there recomposing himself for as long was viable before he would have to leave, he had turned his head to look at Harry Potter’s startling green eyes and for first time, Draco Malfoy admitted aloud what he had had so much trouble admitting to himself. “Potter, I feel I should tell you. I’m gay.”
Potter’s eyes sparkled when he laughed. Draco had only just noticed, and decided that he quite definitely liked it.
~ ~ ~ ~
Two years later now and Draco had experienced many more ‘first’s’ with Potter, all safely within his stuffy closet (Otherwise known as 'Potter’s Office.') This particular first was by far the most terrifying yet. He stood out there so long ‘gathering his courage’ that a small crowd had gathered by time Potter’s black furry head had appeared in the doorway.
“Potter. I mean Harry.” It had to be ‘Harry,’ because if he was going to do this, then he was going to it right. After all, he loved the man (one day he might even admit it.) “It occurred to me, we’ve never been on a date. I thought I could take you out to dinner or something…” He paused, waiting for a reaction. Receiving a slight smile as encouragement, Draco continued. “Then I thought maybe we could go back to my place…or yours and…” his mouth twisted in minor distain at himself, “and cuddle in front of the fire or something. You know, like other lovers do.”
Harry Potter wrapped his arms comfortably around Draco and kissed him. This was, Draco realised the first time he had ever kissed another man in public. Some sick part of him wanted to Obliviate the small crowd, for nostalgia’s sake.