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works/1139894.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter
  Character:
      Draco_Malfoy, Harry_Potter
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Future, Future_Fic, Infidelity, Cheating, Anal_Sex,
      Oral_Sex, Past_Underage_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-17 Words: 546
****** Secrets & Lies ******
by auroreanrave
Summary
     This is the latest 'this is the last time' that Harry can remember.
Notes
     Written for my best friend in the world on her 23rd birthday. She
     knows who she is.
Harry knows this won't ever stop. Not really. They might go weeks, months
maybe, but then they'll be drawn back to each other by irresistible magnetic
pull and attraction.
The slide of Draco's cock inside his arse, pushing against the elastic ring of
muscle, burns at him, makes him flex his fingers against the cool pillows he's
grasping. Draco's mouth is a brand against his neck, biting, claiming.
They both families, lives, normality. They have so, so much to lose. They're
being stupid and risky and Harry knows, deep down, that at some point a price
will have to be paid, if it isn't being already.
Because Harry loves Ginny. He does. She's the girl of his dreams, someone he
truly cares about and wants and needs. He wishes he could be devoted to her
exclusively. But -
But she's not him.
They've felt the spark for years, ever since Hogwarts. What they're doing now,
this isn't what they used to do. Furtive handjobs in the dungeons away from
prying eyes, snarling kisses in the Forbidden Forest, a blowjob in the
dormitories during the Yule Ball. So secretive, so forbidden. The lion and
serpent fucking underneath everyone's noses.
And then they'd gone their separate ways after the Battle of Hogwarts, finding
meaning in wives and jobs and moving on from their teenaged selves as much as
you can lose your shadow if you run fast enough.
They'd met at Gringotts years later, both with fine lines in their eyes and
silver at their temples despite being barely in their thirties. And that had
been that. Draco pays for the wizarding hotels, Harry for the Muggle ones.
"You like that, don't you Potter? Splitting yourself open on my cock, riding it
like that fucking broom - " Draco's dirty talk hasn't evolved since his teenage
years, Harry's mouth on his cock or wanking himself off so that he can come on
Harry's face, but it still gets Harry hard, member emerging from the silk
confines of his trousers so that Draco can grab it or suck it just like he
knows Harry likes it.
Right now, he's pounding into Harry like a man possessed, hands tight on
Harry's hips and fucking him so hard and right on his prostate so that Harry
has stars collecting at the corners of his vision.
Before long, Draco comes with a yell and Harry follows him a moment later,
orgasm flowing through him, his come marking his belly, Draco collapsing beside
him and drawing him close for warmth.
Through the cheap windows, night has fallen, but Harry knows they have more
planned ahead for tonight. They won't be missed at home, lies of work
responsibilities masking true intentions well. They've had enough practise.
They have to get what they can after all. They have responsibilities. Their
wives will be waiting in the mornings.
Draco's cock stirs valiantly against the curve of Harry's backside as Harry
tries, in vain, to imagine Ginny at home and remember why this is a bad idea.
It doesn't work. It never does.
Harry turns back around and kisses Draco, one hand pressed to his neck, the
other linking with Draco's hand, rubbing over the spot where their wedding
rings, glinting together on the cheap wooden bedside table, should be.
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