TITLE:
Only With You

 RATING:
NC-17

 SUMMARY:
When Draco makes a suggestion that backfires, what does it take to prove that his world begins and ends with only Harry Potter?

 WARNINGS:
PWP, Sexual content, adult language, rimming, frottage, voyeurism

 NOTES:
Includes Jealous!Draco, Possessive!Harry, very minor violence, and very minor alcohol intake. Not really a fluffy fic, guys!

 WORDS:
3,016

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DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. JKR owns everything.

Draco Malfoy’s eyes raked over the crowd. “New Years,” Draco snorted. “What a fucking crock.” He sipped his red wine and savoured the taste before going right back to moping.

Blaise Zabini’s New Years Eve parties were always a success. Heaving with people who were laughing, drinking, and dancing, among other things. Under normal circumstances, Draco would usually have been right in the thick of things. He loved to dance. With the right partner, of course.

Draco’s cool grey eyes landed on the sexy brunette, standing further along the bar, pressed disgustingly close to that Scottish wanker. Dressed in tight black pants and a slinky, slivery-blue top, Harry Potter ghosted his fingers up the side of Oliver Wood’s face, before leaning in and kissing him intensely; breaking the contact after only a few brief moments. Oliver laughed when Harry pulled back and ran his hand suggestively up the side of Harry’s torso.

Harry turned then, his sharp green eyes zeroing in on Draco. He licked his lips sensually as he gazed evenly at the blond before cocking an eyebrow and turning his attention back to Oliver.

Draco’s blood boiled and he slammed his wine glass down on the bar, sending it shattering into a million pieces. The bartender swore viciously at Draco, but Draco ignored him. He realised he had cut his finger on some of the glass, so he slipped it into his mouth to suck away the droplets of blood.

“Nice night for it,” a voice commented from behind him. Draco growled and turned to glare at the intruder.

“Fuck off,” Draco spat.

Hermione Granger, Harry’s best friend, rolled her eyes and leant back against the bar. “It’s not my fault your boyfriend is a player,” she sniffed, watching Harry’s actions in bemusement. Draco exhaled sharply and scowled. “What’s going on? Did you two argue or something? Harry didn’t tell me you had split up.”

“We haven’t,” Draco seethed. “This… I…” He smacked his lips in frustration.

“What have you done, Draco?” Hermione accused. “Harry wouldn’t do something like this to you without cause!”

“I told him we should have a more open relationship. I suggested we have a break and maybe see other people,” Draco mumbled with a fierce frown.

“Why the fuck would you do that?!” Hermione demanded. “That goes against all of Harry’s moral values, you selfish arsehole!”

“I don’t see him struggling with his moral values just now!” Draco snapped, waving his hand angrily in Harry’s direction.

“He’s just doing what you told him to do! Fuck, you’re an imbecile! You are so wrapped up in yourself that you don’t even realise what a mistake you’ve made!” Hermione cried.

Draco glared at her. “What the hell do you mean by that?”

“Not only are there a long line of guys ready and willing to have a piece of Harry,“ Hermione pointedly directed her gaze to Oliver and Harry, “but you suggesting an ‘open relationship’ has just proven to Harry that you don’t want a committed relationship! Harry is, and always has been, looking for something long-term!” She shook her head and sighed. “I can’t believe you.”

“I suggested this so we have a chance to live a little before we start a committed relationship!” Draco argued. “He isn’t having any trouble agreeing with me!”

Hermione rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “How do you know he’s not just doing this to get back at you? To make you hurt, like you would’ve inevitably hurt him with your suggestions?”

“I…” Draco started and then snapped his mouth shut, turning his eyes to watch Harry again. Harry now had Oliver pressed against the wall and was snogging him deeply. Oliver’s hand was up the back of Harry’s shirt and he appeared to be rutting rather enthusiastically against Harry’s groin. “THAT FUCKING BASTARD!” Draco screeched and stalked over to the kissing pair. He flung Harry off Oliver and smacked Oliver hard in the side of the face. Oliver cried out and slid down the wall as everyone within hearing distance hushed distinctly to see what the commotion was.

“DRACO!” Harry screamed. “HOW DARE YOU?!”

“HE HAD NO RIGHT TO DO THAT TO YOU!” Draco sneered.

“HE HAD EVERY FUCKING RIGHT! THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED!” Harry shoved Draco against the wall.

“YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO RUN STRAIGHT OUT AND FUCK THE NEAREST THING WITH A DICK!” Draco spat, trying to push Harry off, but Harry held firm. He roughly grabbed a handful of Draco’s shirt.

“I didn’t have to agree to a ‘break’ at all, Malfoy,” Harry snarled, just loud enough for only Draco to hear. “In fact, I take it back. Fuck your break, you can piss off. I’m leaving. It’s over!” Harry spun around and pushed his way through the crowd, disappearing out of sight.

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Draco found Harry outside, perched on the front of his car with a half-empty bottle of vodka in one hand and a cigarette dangling from his fingers in the other.

“I thought you were leaving,” Draco said, approaching Harry tentatively.

Harry turned to look blandly at him. He took a swig from the bottle and then inhaled from the cigarette. He blew the smoke slowly into Draco’s face. “You have my keys,” he said and then looked away, taking another drag from the smoke.

Draco screwed up his nose at the acrid tobacco smell. “You shouldn’t be smoking.”

Harry licked his lips and cleared his throat. “It’s no longer a concern of yours,” he muttered, drinking from the bottle again.

“I’m sorry, Harry,” Draco said regretfully.

“Fuck off, Draco,” Harry said and stubbed out the cigarette on the hood of the car before flicking the butt away. “I’m sure you heard me the first time. It’s over.”

Draco scratched distractedly at his arm. “I don’t want to break up with you.”

“You should’ve thought about that before you suggested we have an open relationship. It’s obvious I’m not enough for you. Find some other poor sod willing to bow to your every need and want,” Harry intoned. He took a long swig from the bottle and burped loudly.

“You’re drunk. We shouldn’t do this when you’re drunk,” Draco told him with a sigh.

“We shouldn’t do this at all,” Harry bit out. “It’s ov-er.”  

“I don’t want to lose you, Harry!” Draco finally cried.

Harry’s eyes narrowed and he threw the bottle ferociously on to the floor, where it shattered against the filthy concrete, sending the clear liquid splattering over Draco’s shoes. “IT’S TOO LATE, MALFOY! YOU GOT WHAT YOU WANTED!”

“No, I didn’t!” Draco insisted. “I never wanted to lose you!”

Harry laughed harshly, pulling his pack of cigarettes and lighter from his pocket. “So you suggested we see other people? Yeah, that makes sense, arsehole.”

“I did it because I was scared!”

“Scared of what?” Harry scoffed. He withdrew another cigarette and put it into his mouth, shielding it from the breeze while he lit it. He took a deep drag on it as he shoved the pack in his pocket again. 

“Committing to you! You make me feel… I… I just didn’t know how to handle it when I realised I wanted to settle down with you! It freaked me out! I’ve never been in a serious relationship! I didn’t think I ever wanted to be!” Draco said in frustration, fisting his hands into his chin-length blond hair.

“So you suggested we have an open relationship?” Harry sneered. “You’re a fucking idiot!”

“I know! I know that, alright?” Draco threw up his arms and moved closer to Harry. He rested his hands on Harry’s knees. “I don’t want us to break up.” In the distance, Draco could hear the start of the New Years countdown erupting from the party. He ignored it. The New Year would be nothing without Harry.

“WHY?!” Harry cried, pushing Draco away. He threw his half-smoked cigarette onto the ground, jumping off the hood of the car to stamp it out with his heel. 

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!” Draco exploded. “THERE! I FINALLY FUCKING SAID IT!”

Fireworks burst over them with loud cracks and pops just as a chorus of ‘Auld Lang Syne’ and shouts of ‘Happy New Year!’ drifted on the wind.

Harry stilled and swallowed heavily. “You what?” he whispered.

“I. love. you.”

Harry moved over to grab Draco by the shoulders. “Don’t you dare just fucking say that because I’m furious with you! Don’t you fucking dare, Malfoy!”

“I’m not, Harry!” Draco insisted. He placed his hands tentatively on Harry’s waist. Harry had tears in his eyes and looked like he wanted to push Draco away again, but allowed himself to be pulled closer. “I love you, Harry. I’ve wanted to say that to you for so long…”

“Well, why didn’t you?” Harry asked tearfully. Draco realised the alcohol was finally effecting Harry.

“Because I was worried it would change everything. I was scared of losing you. I was too proud to admit it. I was –” Draco was cut off when Harry suddenly slammed his lips to Draco’s in a heated kiss. Draco could taste the vodka and tobacco on Harry’s tongue, but he didn’t care. He slipped his fingers into the back of Harry’s hair and reciprocated the searing kiss.

Harry’s hands fumbled with the front of Draco’s shirt in an awkward attempt to get the buttons undone. When his fingers connected with Draco’s bare stomach, Draco hissed his response. Harry caressed Draco’s smooth skin, their kiss never once faltering. Draco could feel that Harry was hard against his leg, and the inevitable slow rubbing soon started.

Harry now had Draco’s shirt completely undone and he moved his mouth to suck on Draco’s earlobe as his hand slipped down the front of Draco’s trousers. Draco groaned deep in his throat when Harry’s expert fingers massaged the head of his hard dick.

Draco sucked in a breath when Harry moved to lick his nipple. “I’m going to fuck you, Draco…” Harry purred. “Right here…” He slowly unzipped the front of Draco’s pants “Mmm, I love it when you’re hard for me, baby…” he moved his palm painfully slow up and down Draco’s erection.

“Oh god, Harry…” Draco grunted, sliding his hands down Harry’s back to cup his firm arse. “More, please?” he pleaded. He hooked his leg around the back of Harry’s knees to urge him closer.

“You’re so hot, lover,” Harry whispered. “Tell me where you belong…” He fingered Draco’s balls teasingly, writhing hungrily against him and Draco moaned into his neck.

“With you,” Draco mumbled. “Only with you.”

“Where do I belong, Draco?” Harry prompted, pulling Draco’s trousers down to expose his straining erection and beautiful pale arse.

“Only with me…”

“And?” Harry urged.

“Inside me…” Draco hissed when he felt Harry’s finger slide between his arse cheeks to tease his anus.

“Turn around,” Harry breathed into Draco’s ear, his tongue darted out to lap at the soft lobe. Draco whimpered.

“People… might come…” Draco choked out, though not really in protest.

“I know,” Harry growled. “Would you like that, my love? Our family and friends to come out and see me fucking your gorgeous arse… showing them exactly where I belong…?”

Draco groaned and allowed Harry to spin him around. He was splayed across the hood of Harry’s car with his trousers around his ankles, and the only thing he could think about was the prickling of anticipation soaring through his veins of what was to come.

Harry determinedly pushed the cheeks of Draco’s arse apart, and Draco soon felt Harry’s breath tickling over his hole. Oh my GOD, Draco thought. He never does this! Which was reality. Harry rarely partook in this specific activity. He never told Draco why, but their sexual intimacy just never evolved to this. Only once before had Harry done this, and whilst Draco thought Harry had enjoyed it at the time, he never repeated his actions.  

The first swipe of Harry’s tongue caused Draco to whimper at the sensation. Harry moaned indulgently and pressed his lips around Draco’s entrance, his tongue flicking softly over the musky puckered skin. Draco pushed back, indicating to Harry not to stop. Harry responded by eagerly pushing his tongue into the tight hole, feeling Draco’s muscles pulse at the foreign pleasure he was receiving.

Harry was sucking at Draco’s arse like he was partaking in a fine delicacy. Draco’s taste was spectacular and he wanted more. He was soon erotically fucking Draco with his tongue. Draco was lost, squirming desperately against the cool hood of the car. The sucking and slurping noises Harry was making was forcing Draco to lose control.

Harry felt Draco tense, so he pulled back abruptly. “Not yet, beautiful,” Harry chuckled, licking his lips and revelling in the flavour that still lingered there. Draco whined loudly at the loss, but didn’t seem capable of anything more.

Harry quickly unzipped his own pants and pushed them down just far enough to free his dick. He eased a finger into Draco’s slick hole while he briefly rubbed up and down his own hardness. Draco was panting, and Harry could feel he was perspiring heavily from the sweat drops pooling on the cheeks of his beautiful arse. Not being able to resist, Harry bet over again and swiped his tongue over the sweat and breathed in deeply. He withdrew his finger and then positioned himself at Draco’s entrance. Draco sucked in sharply, readying himself for the intrusion.

“I’m not going to hurt you. Relax…” Harry murmured, ghosting his fingers over the small of Draco’s back. Draco’s muscles loosened slightly and Harry pushed forward and into Draco. Draco keened at the feeling, the stinging of being filled only piercing his awareness slightly.

“I do love you, Harry,” Draco groaned.

“And I love you, baby,” Harry responded softly before pulling back and thrusting gently back in. He bent over Draco and entwined his fingers with his own. It suddenly didn’t matter that their fucking was rather undignified, pressed against the top of a car hood in a blank, impersonal car park with strains of some faceless dance song pounding nearby.

It was only about them, joined together in a desperate need to prove to each other that no one else mattered.

“Only you, Harry,” Draco panted. “I love you…” Harry moaned at Draco’s declaration and started pounding desperately into him. His free hand moved from Draco’s waist to his firm abdomen, flexing in answer to Harry’s thrusts, where he swirled his finger in Draco’s belly button, and then traced the line of hair leading to his prize.

Draco’s own hand was pumping his dick. He was close. So deliciously close. Harry’s hand reached its destination and covered Draco’s own and they pleasured Draco together in time with Harry’s thrusts.

“Aww, what a sweet reunion,” a sneering voice came from behind them.

“Fuck!” Draco snapped, managing to turn and glare at Oliver. “Fuck off, Wood! We’re busy!”

“Do what he says, Oliver,” Harry hissed through his teeth, shaking with the strain of trying to keep from bursting still buried deep inside his boyfriend. 

“No, I think I might stay and watch. Pretty decent second prize, I’d say,” Oliver sniffed. “Seeing Draco Malfoy get royally fucked. Mmm, what a sight. Aren’t I a lucky boy?”

Harry growled. “Have it your way!” he spat and picked up the speed of his thrusts. He pushed Draco’s hand away from his dick and took over alone. Draco braced himself on the car in a futile attempt to prevent being slammed repeatedly against the hard surface. He was grunting with each thrust and was soon crying out Harry’s name as he shuddered and came hard, shooting his load spectacularly all over the car bonnet, the thick white streams a stark contrast to the deep blue metallic paint.

Harry continued to pump Draco’s now sensitive organ until he was finally spent. He let go to painfully grip Draco’s hips and after three more heavy thrusts, moaned Draco’s name and exploded with a shout. He leaned heavily over Draco’s back, basking in the post-orgasmic shudders racing through him.

Eventually Harry pulled out of Draco. Draco felt the remnants of Harry’s come ooze down the back of his legs as Oliver started clapping slowly. “I’ll give that a seven out of ten. You lose three points for not calling him a fucking whore.”  

It all happened in an instant. Harry flung himself off Draco, spun around and punched Oliver so hard in the face that Oliver crumpled to the floor unconscious, blood pouring out of his nose, and a bruise rapidly forming on his cheek that mingled with the mark Draco had already left earlier.

Harry briefly looked like he wanted to spit on Oliver to seal the deal but resisted, stumbling back over to Draco and gently helping him up off the car bonnet.  “Are you ok, love?” he asked gently, helping Draco ease his pants back up.

Draco smiled and dropped his head onto Harry’s shoulder in exhaustion. “Yep,” he murmured. “I declare my love for you, you give me one bloody fantastic rim job, fuck me over the car bonnet, and then thump that wanker in a fit of possessiveness. I couldn’t be better!”  

Harry snorted with laughter. “So, you still love me?”

“More than ever, babe,” Draco chuckled and gave Harry a half-hearted kiss. “Happy New Year.”

Harry glanced at his watch. “So it is,” he agreed. “Let’s go home and welcome in the New Year the best way we know how.”

“Do I get to have your tongue in my arse again?” 

“You never know. Are you sure you want me to? This is an open relationship, after all. You might prefer to invite Oliver home,” Harry said lightly, zipping up his pants and brushing some dust off his shirt.

Draco growled and pounced on him, slamming him back against the car. “’Open’, my arse,” he hissed sticking his tongue urgently into Harry’s mouth.

“If you insist,” Harry mumbled around Draco’s lips before melting deeply into his only lover’s kiss.

- fin -