Striptease

Adjusting

Published: 8/22/22

Harry swore as he collapsed back on the bed, blinded by the force of his climax. Draco had pulled out and fell next to him, nuzzling his neck. Harry gladly gave him more of it. Merlin, the second time was even better than the first. The room was lit up, and there wasn't any hesitation this time. It was perfect... the sex was perfect, though Draco tried again to get him to top. He shot that down. Draco was such a natural at topping, and it felt so good to feel him inside of him.

Draco, unlike Harry, had no need to catch his breath after that round of sex. His hands were already caressing his chest, his stomach and moving down toward his groin, before they made their way back up to his collarbone slowly, as though intentionally winding him up. Harry felt every movement of his fingers, as they gently rubbed and massaged his skin. Fuck, Draco had this snuggling thing down pat, the glorious sex god that he was.

"Merlin, you're going to make me hard, again," Harry whispered as his breathing finally calmed down.

Draco took the opportunity to kiss right behind his ear, getting another moan out of him. "I wouldn't mind it too much, but if you're sore...."

Harry turned enough to look at him. "I'm not. You... you're amazing. It didn't hurt as much the second time."

"The Healing Charm helped?"

Draco had insisted that he cast one before he agreed to an afternoon romp. Harry shrugged. "Yeah, but it wasn't just that. I'm not as sore, now."

"Your ass adjusted," Draco whispered, as his hands continued their gentle caressing of his body.

Harry went red, but was getting riled up. It didn't matter if he just came. Draco was touching him, and he was already back in the mood. "Yeah, I guess it did."

"Hey? You okay?"

Harry turned to him, confused. "I'm on cloud nine, Draco. Why would you think otherwise?"

"Well... we are going fast."

"I don't care, as long as you're okay with it. I just.... Merlin... you're like perfect."

"I'm not perfect," Draco chuckled, lightly.

"Have you seen your body?"

Draco shrugged. "Yeah... but I still have a rather muddy past, Harry."

"And I don't?"

"Fair, but you're a hero. I'm a...."

"Draco, don't. Please..." Harry said, turning to touch Draco's face. "Let's just leave the past behind us. You hate my lack of confidence... well, I hate your self-hatred. I don't care about... those things that happened."

"Those things are big things, Harry," Draco whispered.

"No... no... they're not. We've both done things we regret to each other... but we saved each other, too. I feel... like you saved me... again, Draco. I've been so lost... broken, but I feel... whole with you."

Draco's eyes welled up a little, and he leaned in to kiss him. "I meant what I said... last night, this morning. You're my hero, Harry. I just want you to be happy."

"I'm happy with you. I'm happy with this."

"What happens when people find out?"

"Fuck 'em," Harry grunted, and he meant it. His adoring fans can go stuff themselves.

Draco smirked almost proudly. "I like that you can say that."

"We belong together. You said it last night... we could never be a fling. I felt it, too."

Draco leaned in to practically bite his neck as he sucked hard on the pulse point, and Harry groaned. Draco's hands found his hard cock.

"Next round?" Harry whispered.

"If you're up for it," Draco hummed against his neck.

Harry was almost giddy when he rotated to give Draco access. Draco's fingers found his hole easy enough and quickly applied lube before his beautiful cock slipped back in. Harry groaned, eagerly pushing back to get more of Draco inside of him. He didn't care if Draco thought he was desperate. He wanted Draco to claim him, permanently. Each time, each thrust, he could feel that they were getting closer together.

Draco took his sweet time, going slower and slower, despite urging to fuck him senselessly. Draco never listened. He did his own way, every time. It was one of the things that Harry loved the most about him. Another was Draco's dedication to making him happy and strong. Gosh, his words after Hermione left... were so amazing. Just thinking about it again made him nearly explode, but Draco wasn't having it.

Draco kept him grounded in the present, hitting hard while gripping him so tightly. Draco never let him lose focus for a second. Each thrust was perfect, and Harry was beyond words when his hands finally wrapped around his shaft. He came forcefully and felt Draco exploding inside him. His lover carefully lowered him to the bed as he pulled out and let him recover without riling him up, again. His arms wrapped around him, and he kissed his head gently, as Harry rode out the last vestiges of his orgasm.

"Merlin... you really are a sex god," Harry breathed, earning a chuckle.

"You're okay?" he whispered, always so concerned about his well-being.

"I'm euphoric, Draco. You don't need to keep checking. You worry too much."

Draco kissed his head, again. "I just need to know that you're okay. But, as I've stated repeatedly... we are going fast."

"What three rounds of sex in the first day is fast?" Harry scoffed.

"Yeah... it is, prat."

Harry's eyebrow rose as he turned to stare at his lover properly. "Are you okay, Draco?"

Draco's smile widened as he stared down into his eyes. His fingers caressed his face, and his eyes sparkled a bit with tears. "I've never been more alright. This... was always my one true wish."

Harry whimpered a little, making him blush, but Draco leaned in for a kiss. Harry gladly returned it, feeling him up in the process. Merlin, he couldn't get enough of Draco.

Draco shivered a little. "Easy, Harry. Not that I wouldn't mind another round, but... we need to talk."

Harry's eyes widened, and he leaned back. Draco had tensed up as well, and Harry couldn't help but worry. Talk could be bad or good.

"What's wrong?" Harry whispered.

"Calm down... it's..." Draco grimaced, and he looked worried, too. "I... Granger already brought it up... earlier... and we need to talk about it."

Harry was trying to remember what he meant, but he just waited for Draco to finish.

Draco looked like he was preparing to do something he really didn't want to do. "I want you to know that... I'll respect whatever decision that you make. I don't wait to lose you or make you upset," Draco said, but lost his confidence quickly. He was even trembling.

Harry tilted his head, confused and more worried. He didn't like seeing Draco this open and vulnerable. "What? What's wrong?" He already feared the worse.

Draco took a deep breath and said, nervously, "I'm... I'm supposed to work tonight. If you... umm... don't want me to keep working... I mean... stripping... I'll understand. I don't want to lose this... you. So, if it is too much or you don't like it... I'll stop. I'll pick you. I'll always pick you, Harry. Just tell me you want me to stay and I will." He sounded like he was begging.

Harry blinked and was almost horrified by the turn of conversation. He leaned in to kiss Draco to reassure him, and thankfully, Draco kissed him back. Harry let go and brought his hand up to caress his face. He remembered how happy Draco was when he was on the stage, how strong... how confident. The idea of taking that away from him was too much to bear. It was wrong, especially after Draco told him only an hour or so ago, that he could do whatever he wanted.

"It's 100 percent fine with me, Draco," Harry said, clearly, with his fingers pressed against his huge muscular chest. "You don't have to ask; I would never make you choose!"

Draco smiled faintly. "I know you say that, and I believe you mean it... but... I also know that you might start feeling jealous. With me stripping in front of other guys... or making them come in their pants. I just think that... it'll bug you too much."

Harry nodded. He understood Draco's concern. "I can't promise that I won't get jealous... but I know it makes you happy. I don't want you to lose that. I don't want to be the insecure boyfriend who doesn't trust you. I do trust you, Draco. I trust that you're a professional, and you only love me, not them."

Draco's eyes watered, and he kissed him. "Thank you, but please... please... promise me that you'll tell me if it bugs you too much. Please talk to me about it, okay? Don't let it rip us apart. I don't have to... strip. I just... feel good doing it. Promise me, Harry."

"I promise, okay? We'll talk, if anything happens. We won't keep secrets, okay?" Harry vowed, and Draco eagerly nodded. "But... let's go eat. I'll re-warm breakfast-slash-lunch."

Draco laughed, and they walked naked back out into the kitchen. Harry didn't give a flying fuck if anyone else came. Merlin... it took one night with Draco to brush away years of insecurities. He condemned the food to leftover status and shoved the plates into the fridge with a status charm. Draco was getting a fresh meal, and he pulled out what he needed. Draco watched him cook. Watched him. Harry made a show of working his body as he flipped the eggs in the pan.

"You keep that up, and we aren't going to eat today," Draco chuckled.

Harry laughed, but he quickly cooked and plated their meal. Draco praised his cooking and held his hand the whole time they ate. Harry couldn't get enough of his presence. It only took a little convincing to pull Draco into the shower for a fourth round of passionate, enduring sex. Draco was perfect. He knew all the right spots to hit, and his physical strength was so freaking incredible. He had held him up against the shower wall as he thrusted into him. Fucking hell... he was a sex god.

The hot, soothing spray of the shower head washed away both their climaxes as Draco held him and washed him thoroughly. Harry reluctantly turned off the water and got out. They dried off, and Harry wandlessly freshened Draco's clothes for him, which Draco leaned in to kiss him for it. He pulled on his boots and jacket, and perused his flat, again, while Harry finished straightening and getting ready. He suddenly felt subconscious about leaving anything messy. He had a feeling that Draco was not a sloppy person.

"You really have a beautiful place, Harry," Draco said, as he looked out the windows over the city.

"Thanks... I... I don't want this day to end, but... I actually have to go to practice. I have a game next Saturday. We practice mainly at night."

"Okay, well, I only work at night... so we have mornings and days to do... things."

Harry grimaced. "Will you... come over, again, tonight?" He was testing the waters. He wanted to think that Draco would just always be there.

"That sounds good. We can spend some time apart... get some space... adjust to what happened. I can meet you at Soho at 2, again?" Draco said.

"I should get out earlier than that."

"Space, Harry. Calm down... relax, please. You don't know if you can handle watching me dance in front of other people. It'll... be hard for you, and I can't pay attention to just you."

Harry nodded. He needed to change how he felt about things. "I get it, and I think you're right. Are you ready? There's a jump point not far from where we left. It's in an alley."

"Just be ready with Notice-Me-Not Charms and Obliviate, alright?" Draco said.

"It's got some wards on it, and only beggars hang next to dumpsters."

Draco nodded and took Harry's hand. Harry pulled him into his Apparation, and they arrived in the alley. Harry cast some more wards and double-checked for onlookers.

"I think we're fine," Draco said and then smiled. "And we're only a block away from my place! Come on. I'll show you where I live."

Harry was smiling and held Draco's hand as they brushed past muggles on the street. Most gave Draco's hulking body a wide-berth or openly stared at him. Draco was a force to be reckoned with, but he stopped in front of a skinny four-온라인카지노게임 townhouse wedged between a row of white apartment buildings.

"I share the third floor with my three mates. It's a small flat. I got a single bed, a chest of drawers and a writing table—a simple life. My gym is two blocks that way and the muggle library is a short Tube ride north. The grocer is just there, across the street. Other than the club, those are really the only places I'll be."

Harry's jaw dropped. Draco was ensuring he knew where to find him at all times. "Thanks... I don't really go out much, but...."

"Harry... I can't look for you," Draco said, quietly. "You're always going to have to find me."

He doesn't have magic. Harry didn't know a single place he went to regularly that was easily accessible by a muggle. "Right... sorry."

"No worries, Harry. We'll... figure it out. Adjust as needed. I'm sorry it's inconvenient for you."

"What? No... I'm not upset. I shouldn't be so... cut off from muggle life. I didn't have to make my flat without a door. It was stupid."

"I think it was a brilliant idea. It's beautiful and safe," Draco said, and Harry blushed.

"Thanks. I... should go. Gin and Gwen will probably tear me a new one, already."

Draco smirked. "Hey, use another Healing Charm and a Cushioning Charm when you ride, alright?"

Harry gave a petulant look, but he still nodded. Draco was right about it. "I'll see you tonight, alright?"

"Of course, my love."

Harry's stomach was filled with butterflies. He leaned in closer, and pressed into Draco's lips for a long kiss. "I love you, too."

It took a few more words back and forth before Draco disappeared into his building, and Harry headed back to the jump point. He Apparated straight to the changing rooms, which his teammates were already dressed in full kit.

"Harry! About time! Get dressed and run three laps for being late," Gwen, the captain, said.

"Yeah, sorry!" Harry said and quickly got his gear on. He didn't feel self-conscious about stripping in front of his team. They didn't cringe and hide from his eyes, either. Everyone kept their undergarments on anyway. He was in such a hurry that he forgot what Draco had told him do as he grabbed his broom to head out to the field.

Gin came up next to him and jogged with him around the pitch. "Out with it!" she declared.

For a second, he thought Hermione had told her, and stared at her in shock.

"You are covered in hickies," Gin helpfully pointed out.

Fucking hell. How could he have forgotten that!? Draco was not a gentle kisser.

"Harry. Out with it!" she exclaimed. "Who did you sleep with?"

Half the team stopped flying and looked down at them. "Gin! Shut up!" He tried running faster.

Gin was in great shape and kept pace. "And you were smiling like a fucking lunatic when you came in. You didn't even look upset or worried that you were late."

"Knock it off..." Harry huffed and watched as the other girls flew away.

He finally took off sprinting, which Gin could not keep up and finished his penalty laps. He jumped on his broom and flew to the sky. However, after the initial burst of speed and he slowed down to turn, his rear end made its discomfort known. Damn it! He forgot the spells and pulled out his wand. Gin came up next to him, as he quickly applied them.

"Cushioning Charms?" she said, loudly, with a huge freaking grin. "Holy fucking Merlin! Are you kidding me? What the bloody fuck, Harry? What happened?"

"Gin, come on!" he said, looking around and hoping the other hadn't heard.

"Cushioning Charms?!" Gwen unfortunately repeated, even more louder, and Harry was soon surrounded by his teammates.

Harry was torn between humiliation and glee by the fact that he had someone... a boyfriend... that they could taunt him with for once. He'd been the buzz killer ever since he joined the team. They knew how broken he was, emotionally anyway.

"You found a guy?" Angelina exclaimed, gleefully.

"A boyfriend?" Gwen asked, smirking.

Mallory and Inaya just smiled and giggled to each other, and the big keeper, Astrid, clapped her hand on his back and said, "Bout time, twirp." They all ragged on him like he was their rescue puppy they had adopted and nursed back to life. He loved them for it, and hated them for it, too.

"Well... I... yeah..." he rambled. He wasn't ready to explain Draco to everyone.

"Wait... you were fucking miserable when I left you last night! But you went and pulled by yourself?" Gin growled.

"Harry, you didn't go out alone, did you?" Gwen chastised, as she hovered next to him. They all protected him.

"No... Not exactly. I know him from before. Just... met up... we talked, and things happened."

Mallory and Inaya giggled, again, and Gwen huffed, "You really put out on the first date? He must have been a charmer."

Harry smiled. "He is."

"Awww!" Mallory and Inaya said together and Harry blushed.

Although Gwen was grinning, she started barking orders. "Alright, team, knock it off! Chasers, battle drills. Twenty-five laps full speed with passing. Anyone drops it gets to run laps left! Astrid, practice throwing from your hoops! Harry... it's target practice time."

He swallowed. Ginny gave him a wink before tearing off after Angelina and Inaya. Mallory and Gwen twirled their beater's bats and went after the bludgers. Harry flew quick. His rear end was thankfully healed and cushioned, now. Normally, beaters couldn't hit bludgers at the seeker unless they were on the chase. But it was practice and it was their mission to hit him. He couldn't slow down at all, especially with Gwen on him. She was the best beater in the league, arguably the best since Bagman.

After getting hit no less than ten times, Gwen finally called them together for team play. Their shadows had arrived to put pressure on them, and Harry's was one of his former housemates, Natalie McDonald. She wasn't nearly as good as he was, but he tried out some sophisticated plays. He never missed the snitch. The team had a great practice, but as soon as they got back to the locker room, his teammates attacked him with a few hexes, trying to extract the 온라인카지노게임 out of him.

Gwen had mercy after three Tickle Charms, a Tap-Dance Charm and about five other hexes, and she said, "Enough, girls! He'll tell us when he's ready." Only then did his teammates back off to their lockers. Gwen came over after they dispersed and whispered, "I'm happy for you, Harry. You seem... happier than I've ever seen you. Just don't be late anymore, kiddo. Your Romeo needs to share you!"

"Yes, Gwen... sorry," Harry said, contrite, and she ruffled up his hair and walked away, too. He really liked his team, who always tried to cheer him up. They had broken hundreds of years of tradition, just to let him join. He was honored they let him play for the team, and he hadn't failed to catch the snitch in a game, yet.

"Don't think you're out of it, Harry," Ginny threatened, from her locker.

Mallory chuckled at his expense. "Yer in for it now, boyo."

Harry nodded and left with Ginny, who took him out to dinner. After they ordered, she simply said, "Spill."

"It's complicated," he said, putting upwards, even though they had gone to a muggle diner. His fans had never left him alone.

"I'd say. Don't pull that you-found-someone-you-used-to-know BS. I know all your mates and who's gay or not. Seamus and Dean wouldn't have cheated on each other. You never go out... so... it can't be someone you know."

Harry blushed and smirked. "But it is. I didn't say that he was... that we were mates."

Ginny blinked. "I still have it on pretty good authority who's out, and the few that you know, there's no way you'd be happy with them. Also, I've introduced you to them, and you never seemed remotely interested in any of them."

"I haven't seen him in years, and he's not out... to wizards anyway."

Ginny raised her eyebrow at his words. "He's a wizard though, right? He's not someone from your childhood or something?"

"Technically, Hogwarts was my childhood. But yes, he's a wizard, or rather he used to be."

"Used to be? How do you use to be a wizard?" Ginny asked, amazed.

"He... umm... doesn't use magic," Harry blushed.

Ginny straightened up, suddenly realizing what had happened. "Holy hell... that stripper! Please don't tell me that you fall for a stripper!"

Harry looked around worriedly, in case someone had breached his defenses, before meeting her eyes and glaring hard enough that Ginny winced. Harry said, in a clear voice, "That's not all he is. He's... he made me feel so...."

"I bet he did," Ginny scoffed. "He's trained to wind you up."

Harry jerked his head up. "Gin... it wasn't like that. He made me feel... valued. He told me what happened to him during the war, about his father abusing him, how he went to live with muggles."

"Harry...."

"Gin. I looked into his eyes. I saw him... for who he truly is," Harry growled.

"There are plenty of lust spells and entrancing spells....

"Hey! I checked for traps, potions and spells. He was just him... with his soul bared. Please, Ginny, can't you see how happy I am?"

She nodded. "I don't want you to get hurt, Harry."

"What was the point of the outing last night then? At least give him a chance, Gin."

Ginny sighed. "Alright, I will. I won't ride you about it. You seem... so different."

"Yeah... I feel like me... again," Harry said, with a small little smile.

Her eyes softened and she grasped his hand until the food came. After the server left, she leveled with him as she took a bite. "I'm sorry, I doubted you. I've been... taking care of you for a while, now."

"I know," Harry said, lowering his head. "And I can't thank you enough, Ginny. But I have to try to live my own life, now. He's... so... kind and gentle. He makes me feel strong. Yeah, I took a while to adjust.... my own thoughts about him. My own doubts...."

"Doubts?" Ginny asked, lowering her fork.

"I mean from before... we met, again. We weren't... friends."

"Why... if you weren't... friends?" she asked.

"He's... it's hard to explain. We had a lot of stuff to get through. It wasn't like we just... jumped right into it. We talked for hours and... I... didn't want to... be a scared little boy anymore."

Ginny reached across the table and took his hand. "You aren't. I'm proud of you, Harry."

He gave her a warm smile and said, "Thanks, Ginny."

"And I'll always watch out for you, idiot," she said and smiled back at him.

When they finished, Harry went home. He glanced at the clock, and he still had several hours. Damn it. Right... Draco said that he needed to accept that this all happened... get some space, and adjust. Harry grumbled internally. Patience was not one of his virtues and, if there was one thing he knew about himself, when he decided something, it was what he wanted. Nothing in the world would sway him from his chosen path. Not Draco, not his friends, and not even Voldemort.

The moment he decided to kiss Draco... he had made his choice. Thinking about it would not change a thing. He didn't need to adjust to that fact. Draco was just... paranoid and nervous. He didn't want this magical, fairy-tale love between them to fizzle out. Harry wouldn't believe that it would happen. He couldn't. He never felt so... at home with Draco's arms around him. Roger, Ginny, and Cho... it was all forced. He liked them. He wanted to connect, but they didn't click.

Draco did. They belonged together. Harry felt it in his very soul. But he would have to wait as he looked at the clock, again. He respected Draco's request to meet later at Soho, and there was some logic to the fact that he would be jealous if he went to the club. Maybe one day... but not today. Harry spent a few hours cleaning up his flat, though there was little to do. He smiled at the thought of a nice dinner, though it'd be at 2 in the morning. He didn't care, and he doubted Draco would.

He made a delicious chicken marsala dish, complete with seared, fresh asparagus and mushrooms, over al denté linguine. He even called a reputable wine merchant for a suitable wine choice to pair with it. He put everything under a status spell and changed into an outfit that Ginny had given him that he had never worn. He shivered with anticipation. Some part of him... a tiny part... was doubting that... Draco would come.

Harry breathed, putting his anxiety aside and grabbing a soft green windbreaker. It was London, after all. He Apparated in an alley near the square. It was only one, but he wasn't keen to miss out on any time with Draco. Harry had been a half-hour early last night, and Draco had been there already. He found him just lying on the bench, like he hadn't a care in the world. Harry could only hope that he could relax that much.

He walked quickly to that same bench, but Draco wasn't there, yet. Harry sighed and sat down, trying to settle his nerves. An hour was a long wait, if Draco didn't come early. He fidgeted and tried not to look at the old watch that Molly had given him, which had belonged to her brother. Patience, he told himself. Unfortunately, it was one of the reasons that he would never be an Auror. He couldn't sit still.

Finally, he heard footsteps and saw that it was Draco's large muscular body. His black leather jacket and biker hat shined as he came closer. Harry jumped to his feet, and Draco was the one who stuttered to a stop this time. He smiled and just drunk in the sight of him.

"Harry...."

Harry shivered and replied, "Draco...."

"I missed you," Draco said and held out his hand. Harry willing took it, as Draco hauled him in for a kiss.