dracoharry100 | First Watch, 24

Title: First Watch, part 24
Author:

twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x3
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: temporary
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they belong to the clever Scottish lady. I just bend them and love them. Please don't smack me for playing. It isn't like I am going to earn any money from this!
Rated: Rated NC-17 overall, this one R
Summary: Harry and Draco end a lovely dinner date.
Author's note: Comments are love!
Also, I included the last update from before the break for Xmas fic, because it has been a long time. :)

Part 1: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/148593.html
Part 22: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/242927.html#cutid1

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Harry stood, so Draco did as well. Harry gestured toward the door, and so Draco followed him toward it.

Draco had no intention of letting go of this man until he knew for certain what the hell was going on.

Harry crooned into Draco’s ear, taking advantage of the nearly empty restaurant. “Wanted to mark me, did you?”

Draco forced out a cool response. “It was not as though it were urgent,” he teased back in an airy, buoyant tone.

“Of course,” Harry agreed. “You've waited this long, after all. But perhaps you’ve waited long enough?”

“Lead the way, Harry.”

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Harry... led the way. Draco did not push; eager to seem nonchalant. Dispassionate.

So, when Harry offered a drink instead of showing him the bedroom, Draco accepted.

When Harry introduced Butch, Draco petted the pup.

When Harry sat on the opposite side of the couch, Draco smiled.

When Harry steered the conversation to politics, Draco spoke intelligently of politics.

When Harry offered biscuits, Draco gently demurred. “I couldn’t, after that lovely meal. I’m quite sated... for sweets.”

Watching Harry return chocolate biscuits to the kitchen, Draco re-applied a silent spell that calmed his erection, and despaired at Harry’s sudden disinterest.

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Perhaps Harry had temporarily lost his damn-fool mind?

Finally, Harry looked away, then looked flirtatiously through his lashes, both hands threading through his hair.

Draco’s throat dried up.

“Your patience is impressive,” Harry whispered, confessional.

“Oh?” Draco managed.

“I thought I’d play a bit, see if I could hold you off temporarily. But Merlin if you aren’t the coolest cucumber… ever. I can’t wait another moment. Bedroom?”

“As you wish,” Draco said, tone as unruffled as his hair. He allowed, however, a predatory tone into his voice.

Harry stood, but Draco still saw the shiver he’d put down Harry’s spine.

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Though they’d fucked nearly a dozen times, tonight felt different. It wasn’t that Draco felt shy. More that Harry seemed to be treating him as though he was shy. Or as though they were new?

Perhaps because he’d assumed they were temporary, and tonight meant they might not be.

But Draco felt as though Harry were worshiping him, adoring him, catering to him. Draco felt at every turn as though Harry were trying to prove himself.

Any request: a touch, a position, a kiss; was granted.

Swept away, Draco forgot his original request, and came lavishly, all over Harry’s abs.

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To Be Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/265576.html#cutid1