AUTHOR'S NOTE: So here is chapter two to complete this particular fic. If you have enjoyed this pairing and story, check back later for follow-ups that will tell more of their story together. Thanks to all who read, reviewing, follow and fav. I never stop appreciating your time and energy reading my stories and letting me know what you think. Please enjoy guys! And let me hear from you. :-D Enjoy!

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Draco's days now passed in a blur of work, conversations, meals, and laughter. For some, it might have seemed a chaotic change, but for Draco—it was perfect. Neville and he worked well together, and for former-enemies-turned-flatmates, they got along better than anyone would have expected.

Draco had collected his things from Spinner's End the very next morning, but had waited until the weekend to visit his parents. Neville regularly took off Sundays to spend with his Gran, so it was an ideal opportunity. Informing his parents of his new living situation and current career plans had been met with grudging acceptance by both parents. It was not what they wanted for him, but they both understood what the war had cost, especially when it came to opportunities for their son to make his way in the world. They assumed it would only be temporary, until things improved. Draco didn't have the heart to tell them that it could become more than that.

Over the past two weeks, Draco had learned many things about Neville. He learned that Neville never gave up his love of herbology, the Gryffindor still incorporated it into his everyday life. Neville grew and dried almost all of the domestic teas he served in the cafe, which explained why the yard and rooftop were crammed with beds of plants. He only imported the more exotic tea blends or leaves from the Orient and elsewhere. When Draco had had the chance to explore those first few days, the stairs had led him to the rooftop garden. Neville had even managed to fit in a small greenhouse and drying racks for the teas there. Draco knew Britain's climate certainly didn't lend itself to the growth of some teas, but with Neville's talent, some Muggle techniques, and a bit of magic, the gardens thrived. It was all very well thought out and methodical, something that Draco wouldn't have previously thought Neville capable of. Each additional day he spent with the Gryffindor, he learned how much the boy had grown and matured to become a very fine man indeed.

Draco had also found out how Neville came by his newly chiseled form; the body that made him burn with desire and had fueled his dreams and fantasies for the past two weeks.

Early Saturday morning, after another night of sexual frustration, Draco watched Neville disappear into his bedroom and reappear in a worn pair of Muggle cargo shorts, leather hiking boots, and a white cotton vest that he swore barely could be called a garment, for as little as it covered.

"Tea, won't grow itself." Neville called out cheerfully, heading towards the front door, "Have to catch up on some work outside so I'm free to see Gran tomorrow. You can come along if you like."

Still admiring the muscled chest beneath Neville's shirt, it took Draco a minute to process the invitation.

"Sure… Sounds good," the charmed snake mumbled. "I'll be right out."

Draco scurried to his room to look for 'outside' clothes. He had nothing that fit the criteria of course, ending up slipping on his oldest pair of jeans and a simple T-shirt with some trainers he would never admit he owned. He stepped out on the landing and stopped in his tracks, seeing Neville hoist a wooden railway sleeper over his shoulder and carry it to one of the beds. Thick muscles rippled and flexed without any apparent exertion as Neville laid down the beam. One side of that particular bed showed signs of rot, and the adept gardener began to carefully remove the old wood.

Draco made his way down the stairs, mesmerized by Neville's arms, back, and most especially his arse in those shorts. Coming to stand behind the tanned man, Draco watched a small trickle of sweat begin to roll down the nape of his neck, unconsciously licking his lips as he had the powerful urge to bend over and lick the sweat from Neville's warmed skin. The sound of a smooth baritone voice broke his focus, before he actually gave in and did exactly that.

"Hey Draco, do you think you could hold this board in place while I remove the old wood to fit the new beam? It'll keep me from having to rebuild half of the bed. If you don't mind, that is."

Draco managed to mumble an affirmative and moved to take the board from Neville. He was dangerously close to doing anything the man asked as long as it allowed him to see him or smell him or simply hear his voice. This strong pull—Draco didn't understand it. Why did he desire this man with a passion no one else had ever been able to inspire in him? Most would chalk it up to the Florence Nightingale effect, but Draco knew it was more than that. The Slytherin wasn't a typical wizard, and he didn't subscribe to hero worship nor celebrity crushes. He was more accustomed to others having crushes on him, so this new found obsession with Neville was unsettling—but in the most delicious of ways.

When they finished the beam repair, Neville headed off to another task. While working, he had explained why he was doing the manual labor and not using his wand. It was the simplest reason: because he could. He was young and fit and enjoyed being outside. The sense of accomplishment was greater than if he'd just used his wand. Draco nodded and understood the reason while he admired the results. Draco fought to control his breathing as Neville threw a large bag of compost over his shoulder and began to climb the stairs to the roof. It might have been a workout for Neville, but it was all show for Draco. Every movement of the Gryffindor's body held his undivided attention.

He followed Neville up the stairs, biting his lip to stop himself from moaning out loud as calf and thigh muscles pushed and pulled with each step. Draco longed to reach out and squeeze one of the lovely cheeks shifting back and forth but restrained himself lest Neville drop his heavy load or fall. He continued to follow along, helping when he could, until they had to shower and ready the shop. Draco's only regret was not finding a way to get another unhindered view of Neville's sun-kissed chest after their showers.

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Dinner with Neville had become the highlight of the day for Draco, being able to share good food, good wine and even better conversation. Many nights after eating, they lounged on the sofa, sipping their wine and continuing their conversation late into the evening. Each night, it became more of a struggle to leave Neville's company and go to his own bed. Draco began to wonder what it would be like to fall asleep snuggled against the tall Gryffindor, among other things. The more he was around Neville, the more he craved physical intimacy with him.

Normally, the Slytherin would have made a move long before now, since he had always been comfortable in the role of aggressor when it came to dating. If he wasn't so nervous about his own lack of experience with men, it would have been easier to get up the nerve to make a move on his flatmate. Nevermind the fact that he wasn't even certain Neville was attracted to him. Draco had always been confident in his looks but that didn't mean his looks were to Neville's tastes. Nor did it stand to reason that because Neville was gay, he would accept advances from any guy. Given their history, Neville would have every reason to think Draco was merely taking the piss if he made a move on him. He'd already told Draco he wasn't a casual sort of guy. Draco couldn't say how he knew, but he was certain that if he ever became involved with Neville, it would be anything but casual.

However, there was something else that made Draco hold back; he wanted to be the one being pursued… the conquest. He had never felt this way before. Neville's physique seemed to dwarf his own lean frame, but it didn't make Draco feel weak or less as some might expect, instead it made him feel safe and protected, feelings he had seldom felt in his life, certainly not for the last several years. His fantasies about being taken by the strong, handsome Gryffindor, sometimes roughly and repeatedly, didn't help his focus during their long evening conversations either. It surprised Draco how intensely he desired to be claimed and dominated by Neville—Malfoys were submissive to no one. That superiority, that sense of entitlement and power was ingrained almost from birth, but Draco could not stop his longings for the opposite.

After two weeks enduring the daily temptation and constant frustration of living with the man, Draco was pushing his limits. He had become the 'Master of Silent Wanking' as he ruefully referred to himself, but something had to give, and soon.

Sunday came and went with visits to their respective families and separate dinners, only a brief conversation over their day shared before they went to bed. During the few hours of their separation, Draco had missed Neville, missed the casual intimacy when they were together, and all because they had spent one day apart. Staring at the bedroom ceiling after another frantic wank, he realized that he had it bad. Draco tossed and turned late into the night, oversleeping the next morning.

Feeling guilty, Draco rushed to get ready. He knew Neville had been up for over an hour, if not longer, and had to prepare everything himself. Still damp from the shower, barely protecting his modesty with his towel held loosely in front of his groin, Draco opened his closet, wishing he could have gotten himself off, like he usually did in the morning. After pulling out the first shirt his hand touched, he dropped the towel where he stood; he had barely shoved one arm into the cotton garment when his door opened.

Neville was on his way down to the shop and running a bit late so he needed Draco to send along the last batch of scones when they came out of the oven. He knew he was out of the shower, at any rate, since he heard the water cut off, and he really did need to get downstairs. Draco wouldn't mind if he stuck his head in to let him know, right? They were flatmates after all.

Opening the spare bedroom door, Neville began, "Hey mate, sorry to burst in on you, but I…"

Draco was practically naked; a white, long-sleeved shirt covered only one arm and rested over his shoulder but that was all. Neville swallowed hard as his eyes skimmed over damp blonde hair, narrow shoulders, trim waist, and a perfect, tight arse topping long slim legs. Stray beads of water rolled down the length of Draco's back, gathering at his sacrum before disappearing between the cheeks of his lovely arse, beckoning Neville to follow their paths along his body with his own tongue. His cock, suddenly throbbing painfully in his trousers, decided to take those thoughts and run away with them.

Neville was frozen; mortified that he had walked in on Draco, but at the same time, he was desperate to see more… do more. He couldn't seem to speak or move as he waited for the angry outburst he was certain was coming.

Standing immobilized, Draco's first instinct was to recover his towel to wrap around himself then yell about the invasion of privacy, however, he had a small advantage. In the mirror on his closet door, he could clearly see Neville's reflection and... lust. His reaction certainly cleared things up a bit and bolstered Draco's confidence. Considering the built up tension and frustration he had been living with, the Slytherin could not be blamed for his next actions. Feeling his own cock twitching and filling with blood, just from knowing he was the object of this particular man's desire, Draco smirked before turning to face Neville, slowly easing on his shirt but making no move to button it.

With the inviting smile he had mastered during their school days, he cocked his head slightly and looked at his still motionless flatmate. "See something you like, Longbottom?" Draco didn't miss the gaze that raked him from head to toe and came to rest on his swelling cock. Nor did the growing bulge in Neville's trousers escape his scrutiny.

It was the use of the familiar moniker from school that snapped Neville out of his daze. His eyes darted up with guilt, expecting the condescending sneer that always went with that name, but he only found a twinkle of humor in the smile Draco sent his way, along with a raised eyebrow as he waited for him to answer. Draco stood in front of him proudly aroused, and judging from the tightness of his own trousers, Neville thought the answer was self evident. The corner of his mouth quirked up in a saucy grin when he finally answered, "Yes, actually, I do see something I like—very much."

That was all Draco needed to know. He walked right up to Neville, cupped his face in both hands, "Good!" and pressed their mouths firmly together.

The Gryffindor had a moment of hesitation before everything clicked. He hummed against Draco's lips as one hand circled around to clutch the back of his flatmate's shirt, while the other settled in Draco's hair, gripping firmly and angling his head to take control. Releasing the bunched fabric, he caressed the lean flank underneath, before tracing the curve of a hip and coming to rest on one buttock to pull the blonde more tightly into his body.

Draco moaned at the feel of Neville's calloused hands on his naked flesh, opening his mouth wider to the warm tongue pressing in to claim him. He could not stop the slight buck of his hips as Neville cupped his arse and drew him closer, the friction a welcome relief, except that he wanted more. He let his own hands wander down over Neville's shoulders and back until he could finally grab the arse that had been tormenting him for weeks. Smiling into Neville's mouth, he felt the press of an erection against his own and ground himself shamelessly against it, reveling in the loud moan he managed to illicite. Obviously, they had both been holding back and were intent on making up for lost time. Draco, for one, had every intention of seeing how far they could carry this...

Sadly, the smell of scones beginning to burn broke the spell.

"Bollocks," Neville mumbled against Draco's lips and reluctantly pulled away. "I...need to…Oh man, but I want…Can we..."

The odor from the kitchen was growing steadily worse and Neville could see a growing cloud of dark smoke out of the corner of his eye, but he was loathe to leave the enticing delight in his hands when he had craved it for so long.

Draco smiled, Neville's obvious reluctance to leave him making it much easier to push the man away and towards the kitchen. "Go on, take care of that. I'm not going anywhere." He chuckled softly at the clear relief he saw on Neville's face. "I'll finish getting dressed and join you in a minute." When Neville still hesitated, Draco gave him another chaste kiss followed by a swat to his well-muscled arse.

"Alright, I'll go!" Neville smiled happily before turning to run for the kitchen, his wand already in hand.

Draco watched him leave, then turned to finish dressing. His neglected erection was still begging for some attention, but Draco didn't touch himself. He wanted to savor the delicious tension, from moments ago, for as long as he could. At least the results of his rash actions hinted at much more pleasurable activities later, perhaps even tonight after work. He couldn't help but hum in anticipation as he paid a little extra care to his appearance, knowing now that Neville was actually looking at him with desire; he failed to notice he was humming one of Neville's favorite songs.

After opening the windows to air out the smoke, Neville remade the batch of scones, leaving Draco to keep an eye on them. Together they managed to get the shop opened on time and without further mishap. Keeping their hands on their tasks and not each other proved to be a greater challenge.

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Neville's attention wasn't at its best. More than once he served the wrong beverage or made a mistake on an order. He never did that; he was usually impeccable with his customers' orders. However, today he kept trying to catch sight of Draco, while also trying to control his rampant libido. Draco still wore that same white, button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up above his wrists for work. The shirt was paired with black Muggle jeans that molded to his lean legs and tight arse. Neville couldn't even look at him without remembering the pale perfection of his mostly naked body under his hands earlier.

Their fingers would linger as they passed things through the window, and their eyes would meet in deferred promise. When Neville would venture to the back or Draco came up to restock the case, it was impossible for a hand not to press lightly to the small of a back or cup, temptingly, for a brief moment over a rounded cheek. Both men thought they were being very discreet, but some of their customers noticed, knowing smiles and whispers following the two obviously smitten men's actions as they went about their work. The besotted duo didn't hear the chatter of their customers, nearly oblivious to everything but each other.

"I wondered how long it would take them to act on their attraction. Those two have been besotted with each other for weeks already," said one rather short and portly older witch to her tall companion as she waited for her tea. "Would you ever have thought, Minerva, that you would live to see any Slytherin with one of your Gryffindors?"

"No, I'm not sure I could ever have imagined it, Pomona—not without seeing it for myself."

The two elder witches had made a practice of stopping into the shop to support their former student whenever they were in Diagon Alley. It had been a surprise when they saw young Malfoy appear and begin working quietly alongside Neville.

"Indeed," said the Headmistress, "I worried about Malfoy's intentions, but thus far, he seems to have made Longbottom quite content." Peering at her tea through her wire rimmed spectacles, she observed the milk beginning to curdle because lemon had been added. She sighed and showed the cup to her colleague and close friend, "I do hope they shag each other soon. It appears we must despair of a decent cup of tea until they do."

Her friend eyed the pitiful beverage and looked forlornly at her companion, before giving a flick of her wand to refresh the tea—without the lemon this time. The two stately witches caught sight of the love-struck young men, rubbing up against each other, and merely chuckled. They had seen far worse things than a cup of curdled tea during the war, and the sight of young love was worth a bit of inconvenience, for a time.

By the time the lunch rush was over, both men were ready to explode, and desperate for the touch of the other. Neville took his job seriously, thanks to his Gran stressing a strong work ethic. But when the last customer passed through the door leaving the front of the shop empty, he had taken all the waiting he could. After spelling a sign on the front door that said "Be back in twenty minutes," Neville locked the door. In moments, his long legs had taken him into the kitchen where Draco was making them both a bacon butty for their own lunch. He didn't even glance up from his task.

"Draco?"

"Why don't you sit down for once, and I'll have these ready in a minute." Draco finally looked up with a smile, but the look on Neville's face caused him to stop what he was doing.

Neville knew exactly what he wanted, and he wasn't waiting another minute to get it. He began again, "Draco… come here."

Draco recognized the hunger on Neville's face and felt his blood flow redirect itself southward. Swallowing thickly, he walked over to stand before Neville.

"Yes?"

"Draco, I don't really want a sandwich right now."

"No?"

Neville shook his head slowly, his eyes already undressing his prey. "No."

Draco never got a chance to reply. He swiftly found himself pressed up against the wall with Neville's lips trying to devour him; one knee pushed firmly between his thighs, while those large hands roamed over his body in a very proprietary way. Draco loved it, yielding to whatever Neville wanted. He moaned softly into the kiss as the brunette sucked his tongue hungrily, only to gasp a moment later as thumbs rubbed his nipples roughly through his shirt at the same time as that knee pressed more firmly against his cock. Draco was beginning to feel as if he would combust before he even removed his jeans. He was keenly aware that Neville's fingers were making quick work of his shirt buttons while that demanding mouth left his to move over his jaw to his ear, sucking sharply on his earlobe. Neville chuckled darkly as Draco's hips thrust forward at the stimulation. Neville moved down to kiss along the pale throat, before licking a long stripe up from the now bared collar-bone to the sensitive spot behind Draco's ear. The Slytherin prince could only whimper as fingers stroked his nipples to hardness, before they were pinched sharply, causing Neville's name to escape his lips in a needy plea.

Neville could hardly believe he was being allowed access to everything he had ever fantasized about over the years. Draco Malfoy wanted him, and the power that thought brought was heady. He pulled back to observe his handiwork, yanking Draco's shirt free from his jeans with one sharp jerk and pushing it open fully.

Draco panted softly, his hands at his sides clutching at the wall as if he would fall without Neville supporting him. Thin lips became swollen and red from Neville's forceful kiss, matching the state of his taut nipples.

The Gryffindor ran his hands over the smooth, pale planes of Draco's chest and abdomen before wrapping his fingers carefully around that beautiful pale neck, lightly pinning his prize with the hand at his throat and the knee between his legs. Neville had never felt this intense possessive urge with anyone he had ever dated; it felt as though Draco was always meant to be his, and he had no intention of letting him get away. Studying Draco's face carefully for signs of fear or distress from his aggressive behavior, he observed dilated pupils, panted respirations, and an equally hungry look, as Draco licked his lips and waited in anticipation.

"Draco Malfoy," Neville almost didn't recognize the husky, low voice that came out when he spoke, but the full body shudder that passed through Draco at his words was worth it, "I have wanted you since we were students together." When Draco's eyes widened in surprise, the Gryffindor nodded as he continued, "You were the one I fantasized about during school… and beyond. I never thought for a moment that I had a chance… that you would want a man even… until this morning."

He let his free hand drift slowly down Draco's chest and over his body, until he reached the button on those sinfully tight black jeans. Meeting those pale, grey eyes in challenge, he thumbed the button open and began to slowly lower the zip. Draco moaned softly again, thrusting his hips towards Neville's body, his breath hitching sharply as knuckles rubbed over the swollen cock caged tightly in his dark cotton pants. Anticipation tingled along Draco's skin when he realized he was totally at Neville's mercy. The brunette had his torso pinned by the hand at his throat, and his lower body was immobilized by the thigh between his legs. He was feeling rather lightheaded from it all, if he was brutally honest with himself.

Neville tugged both pants and jeans down, until they rested around Draco's lithe thighs, displaying his cock and balls fully. He stepped back from his soon to be lover and let his eyes rake over the luscious sight, letting Draco know how much it affected him as he palmed his own erection through his trousers. He watched his prey in silence, waiting for that last bit of pride to snap, while Draco slowly went mad with desire.

Draco had never had sex remotely like this…this consuming sense of passion, driving him out of his mind. Each nerve ending seemed alive; his entire body attuned to every touch Neville bestowed. He knew his cock was leaking obscenely, bobbing slowly against his stomach with the throb of his pulse. He looked up, finding Neville eyeing him hungrily. Draco flushed hotly, embarrassed and aroused to be scrutinized in this intimate way; he had never felt so admired and wanted by another person before. The Slytherin was surprised to realise how much he wanted this, wanted Neville, along with whatever that would entail.

And there was no doubt that Neville wanted him. Neville, the man who didn't do casual, wanted Draco, the man who had never been in a lasting, committed relationship with anyone, let alone someone as strong and virile as the man before him.

The desire in the air was palpable as Neville waited for…something, but Draco wasn't exactly certain what he wanted; all he knew was that he was desperate to feel the man's touch again.

He closed his eyes slowly as a shudder passed through his body. Unconsciously he tilted his hips forward as his head fell back against the wall to bare his throat. His lips parted, and in the softest voice he'd ever used, Draco begged,"Please."

Neville smiled and stepped closer. "Please what Draco? What do you want me to do? Tell me."

Draco's brow furrowed. He had no idea what he wanted; he had never been with a man. "I don't...I...Anything. Anything you want. Please. I need…Just touch me."

Neville pressed close once again, one hand cupping around the back of Draco's neck as the other wrapped around his swollen prick and began to stroke slowly. He claimed willing lips once more, delighting in the gasp he swallowed but broke the kiss quickly.

The Gryffindor huskily whispered, "Believe me, I have every intention of having you in every way I can manage. So fair warning. You won't be leaving my bed tonight. But I can't wait quite that long. Right now, we have ten to fifteen minutes, and I need to taste you."

And with that, Neville dropped to his knees and licked his way up Draco's cock, lapping up the plentiful pre-come with his broad tongue. He gripped the swollen appendage firmly in his lips and took Draco in slowly, maddeningly, before pulling off just as slowly with firm suction and repeating the motions all over again.

A few witches had attempted to pleasure Draco in this way before, but Neville was in a whole other league. Draco fought not to cry out as he watched his cock disappear into Neville's hot moist mouth. Heart beating frantically, he fought to catch his breath from the intense pleasure, while the repeated mantra of 'Yes, yes, yes' was the only coherent word he could seem to form. He found himself whining softly when Neville pulled off of his cock, only to groan when he took him back in, all the while fighting to hold off his orgasm, wanting to enjoy Neville's talented tongue as much as he could. His hands instinctively came to rest on top of Neville's head, his fingers clutching gently in the thick brown hair.

Neville growled softly around the cock in his mouth, taking Draco's hands from his head. He did not have a great deal of knowledge himself, having only tried a few things when he dated. Gazing up at Draco's pleasure simply made him want to prolong the experience as long as possible; he did not want an inopportune thrust to end it abruptly or poorly.

Holding a slender wrist in each hand, he pinned them against Draco's hips and increased his pace. Neville relished the weight and feel of Draco's cock on his tongue as much as the taste of him, but it only took a moment or two to realize he had a problem–he wanted Draco to come in his mouth, to taste him fully. However, Neville's own cock needed relief also. Draco whined in protest as the brunette stood abruptly still grasping his hands. With a growl, Neville commanded. "Touch me." He placed Draco's soft, smooth hands on the hungry bulge beneath the teeth of his fly, "Get it out."

Draco nodded as his trembling fingers fumbled with Neville's trousers. Soon, his slim fingers wrapped around the impressive cock he had only guessed at from stolen glimpses. Neville was thick and heavy, filling Draco's hand so much so that the tips of his fingers barely met each other. His length was not lacking either, and Draco hummed low in approval as he slid his hand up and down the heated shaft. The Slytherin twisted his hand around the head and brushed his thumb through the pool of pre-come, causing Neville to tremble at his touch. Gently leaning forward to press his forehead against Draco's, he put both hands against the wall on either side of Draco's head and began to rut into the firm grip. Draco wasted no time, working the thick shaft up and down with both hands while Neville thrust into the tunnel formed by his encircling fingers. The resulting moan made Draco smile. He tilted his head up and stole his own kiss, playfully nipping at Neville's lips with his teeth, until the brunette opened for him, allowing him to lick and suck at his tongue.

Neville felt the twinges that signaled his impending orgasm, but he was determined that Draco and he would share their pleasure together. After admiring the view for one more moment, he nimbly removed Draco's hands from his cock. When Draco protested, Neville merely smirked. He pressed more fully against the body before him and pressed their swollen cocks together as he wrapped his large hand around them both. Leaning forward, he whispered a lubrication charm into Draco's ear, eliciting a gasp of surprise, which then melted into a moan of pleasure as Neville began to stroke them. Soon, they were rutting against each other in earnest as the pace of Neville's hand increased.

Draco's hands were gripping and stroking rhythmically over Neville's biceps, and he couldn't resist leaning forward to press his lips against the throbbing pulse at his throat. He enjoyed how well they fit together. Draco's head perfectly nestled against one strong shoulder and under the Gryffindor's firm jaw. Kissing and sucking feverishly against Neville's collarbone, the blond's orgasm was fast approaching, his hip speeding up along with the heavenly building pressure.

Neville appeared to be in much the same state, panting heavily against Draco's ear, occasionally peppering his temple with kisses or sucking his earlobe. His free hand slid down Draco's back and past the waistband of his loosened jeans. He couldn't resist gripping that arse as his orgasm began to crest, but when his middle finger slid down the cleft, to tease and press lightly over Draco's entrance, they were both finished.

Draco hadn't felt anything like the sensation of that fingertip against his arsehole, and the stimulation of those nerve endings went straight to his cock. With a cry that joined his partner's deep groan, he threw his head back and came hard over Neville's hand and his own abdomen. He trembled with the force of his orgasm as Neville continued to relentlessly massage his puckered hole. Their sounds of pleasure echoed through the empty kitchen, until finally, all that could be heard was both of them attempting to catch their breaths.

Neville carefully removed his finger from Draco's arse and his hand from around their cocks, which were becoming very sensitive. He couldn't resist licking the white cream from his fingers, wanting to savor Draco on his tongue while the breathless blond watched. Draco smiled and rose up onto his toes to taste himself on Neville's lips, humming in satisfaction.

Neville quickly muttered a charm to clean them both before tucking himself away. Then he helped Draco, gently returning his softened cock to his pants and fastening his jeans. With a sigh, Neville pulled the shirt reluctantly back over Draco's pale chest, though he did note several possessive marks he had left behind with a crooked grin. He carefully buttoned the shirt, taking time to steal a few chaste kisses along the way, and finished by slipping his hand over soft cotton and into Draco's jeans, tucking the shirt neatly in place. He made no explanation for his behavior, and Draco let him take care of him without complaint.

Once he had restored his lover's modesty, Neville reached up and ran his fingers through the silky blond locks, smoothing them back into some semblance of order, before pulling Draco into his arms, holding him close and kissing him tenderly.

The Gryffindor gradually withdrew, smiling with gentle humor, "Think that will hold us until tonight then?"

Draco returned the smile and nodded.

Neville gave him a parting squeeze and a quick kiss, "Alright then, back to work. I'll grab my sandwich in a bit." And with that, Neville disappeared into the front of the shop to unlock the door, hastily combing his fingers through his own hair.

Twenty-five minutes had passed but no one was left waiting. So all was well.

Draco leaned limply against the wall for a few more minutes, contemplating what had just happened and…what would most likely happen later that night. His first experience with a man had proven to be unparalleled, and it wasn't even the sex alone. With a shiver of delight, he recalled Neville's possessive and dominant behavior, while remembering the tenderness Neville displayed as he cared for him afterwards was enough to make Draco's eyes prickle. No one had touched him with such warmth and intimacy since his own mother bathed and dressed him as a small child.

Startled by his thoughts, Draco realized with as much satisfaction as the sex they had shared, that Neville didn't only want him to warm his bed but wanted him—cared for him. The fact that he had also come to care for Neville made his heart skip a beat with nerves as well as happiness, which had been missing from his life for a very long time. Draco concentrated on his original task, finishing up their sandwiches. In the last half hour, his life had changed drastically and this time at least, it seemed to have changed for the better. The future was uncertain, but he was eager to see what awaited him.

The doorbell chimed and Draco looked out of the pass-through window to see Neville, greeting the new customers in his usual manner. Draco chuckled when he noticed Neville's hair still in disarray; the poor man had tended to him but had mostly ignored his own post-coital appearance. With a quick flick of his wand, he sent a spell to smooth the errant hair.

When Neville felt the tickle of magic and caught his reflection in a wall mirror, he turned to look at Draco with a rueful grin. He was met with a wink and an answering smirk. Neville had worried that things would feel odd after what they had done; instead things seemed perfectly fine—if not better. He turned back to his work and tried not to think about later tonight.

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Standing in front of the fridge, Draco tried to ignore his nerves as he reached for a bottle of wine to open. Neville was downstairs, closing up the shop. Rather than stand there watching him and growing more nervous, Draco escaped upstairs.

He had been alright, as long as they stayed busy, but now they would be...alone.

At this point, Draco knew he wanted whatever Neville was willing to give him; his inexperience simply made him uncomfortable at the prospect. Draco was so lost in his thoughts, he didn't hear the door open or close. Two strong arms slid around his waist from behind and a familiar chin came to rest on his shoulder, nearly causing him to drop the bottle in his hand.

"Are you planning on opening that or do you like how it feels in your hand," the low baritone breathed in his ear.

Draco suppressed the shudder that voice caused and allowed his head to lean back against the firm shoulder behind him. "I was getting to it, no need to be cheeky." He could feel the answering smile against his neck. Enjoying the press and warmth of Neville against his back, Draco gripped the glass in his hand more firmly, focusing on its coolness. "Are you hungry?" The Slytherin kept his voice casual, while he concentrated on uncorking the wine and not on the thumb stroking across his abdomen.

A low growl vibrated against Draco's skin, causing his hand to shake as he twisted the wine opener, Neville answered, "Yes and no." A soft snort from his companion being the only cue to continue, Neville explained. "I'm not terribly hungry for," he placed a lingering kiss against the base of Draco's neck and huskily murmured, "food." His lips made their way up behind the blonde's ear, "but I am starving for more of you."

He reached out to steady Draco's trembling hand with his own, and when his companion turned to look at him, Neville leaned forward to kiss his pale prince once again.

Draco's heart beat frantically beneath his lover's palm as their lips softly brushed each other, and his partner paid attention; as willing and receptive as he seemed to be, Neville could tell Draco was nervous. It wasn't as if the tall Gryffindor hadn't already waited for what seemed like forever for his Slytherin beauty; he could afford to wait a little longer in order to ease whatever worries Draco was having. "Still," Neville suggested coyly, "I suppose we should eat something. We may need the energy later." He chuckled softly, giving Draco a brief squeeze with his arms before he pulled away and began to gather things for a quick supper. "I'll do a quick pasta. Do you want to make a salad or just have bread?"

Draco was puzzled by Neville's sudden change in behavior, but also relieved. After opening the wine and leaving it to breathe, he answered with a wry grin, "What? No dessert tonight?"

Neville glanced over his shoulder, allowing his eyes to linger over Draco's form before answering, "I thought you were dessert?"

Draco couldn't stop from blushing but refused to back down from the blatant tease. "Well, I have been told I taste divine with whipped cream."

Neville laughed out loud at that, then gave Draco a wink, "I'll just bet you do." He was trying to remember if he had any whipped cream and just how he was going to manage to get it on Draco when a throat cleared, apparently the Slytherin wanted to get them back on topic.

"So...maybe just a small salad and a bit of bread then?" Draco chuckled as he began preparing his own contribution to their meal, but he still caught Neville's mischievous wink causing him to shake his head fondly, certain that the blush wouldn't fade from his pale cheeks for hours.

A few minutes later, a dinner of angel hair tossed with lemon butter and cream, accompanied by salad, bread, and wine, proved a satisfying distraction.

Neville noticed Draco growing quieter as the meal neared its end, those fears making a reappearance instead of being relaxed away. When Draco rose silently from the table and started cleaning up, the tall brunette stopped him by lightly placing a hand over his, "Leave it."

Neville stood up, grabbing the bottle of wine and his glass in one hand, motioning for Draco to bring his glass as well. Taking the smaller hand in his own, he lead his nervous lover over to the sofa. He patted the seat beside him and smiled as Draco sat easily beside him, waiting for Neville to refill their glasses. When Neville relaxed into his seat, holding his wine, he rested his arm along the back of the sofa, barely touching Draco's tense shoulders. He was reassured when Draco leaned into his side without hesitation. Neville coaxed him a bit closer, absently rubbing his shoulder with his fingers as the silent blond sipped his wine.

Neville studied his companion and decided he was simply going to have to be frank if they were to get anywhere. The Slytherin was too adept at worming his way out of discussing uncomfortable topics. "Draco, you've been nervous since we closed for the day. What's bothering you? Is it me?" The fingers massaging Draco's shoulder pause. "I mean because I'm...a man?" Then the Gryffindor began to worry that he had pushed Draco into all of this and rushed on to ask before the blond could respond, "You didn't do all this because of me, did you? Thinking you owed me something...some type of payment for what I've done?" Neville swallowed, preparing to let his pride take a blow, "I mean, did you actually want me earlier? You weren't just going along because I'm your boss or something?"

Draco's eyes grew wide, and he looked slightly insulted that Neville thought a Malfoy would ever do such a thing. "It's nothing like that Neville! I wanted you then and I want you now. I think that was abundantly clear earlier. I kissed you first. I want you...in ways I've never wanted any other person in my life." He had blurted it out before he even thought twice, too late to take it back now. His cards were on the table, and he snapped his mouth closed, flushing uncomfortably.

Neville was relieved by the declaration but still not certain where Draco's nerves were coming from. He resumed kneading the shoulder beneath his palm and smiled reassuringly. "And I have wanted you—forever. So is it that things are moving too fast...us having...sex?"

The reserved blond nods his head in affirmation.

"You've never had sex with a...man." Neville correctly guessed.

Draco shook his head, "Not just sex, anything...anything at all. I've looked at men and have appreciated their appearance. Thought about being...intimate with them, but I've never so much as approached one. Everything that happened today was a first for me." Draco's ears turned red, and he quickly glanced at Neville, who only smiled warmly for Draco to continue. "I've wanted you since the day I first saw you here. I've wanted you every day, nearly every moment we've been together, but I was worried about...making a fool of myself. I'm sorry if I'm making this awkward."

Neville chuckled softly, "You're not making this awkward, Draco. You're being honest. And I would rather start a relationship off with honesty than for you to put yourself in a position that's uncomfortable for you." Draco couldn't stop his smirk at the innuendo in that statement, arching an eyebrow sharply at Neville. Neville made a shushing gesture at him, though he was grinning. "And I don't have much more experience than you, really. Only a bit of messing around on dates. I've never actually...you know...shagged a man either, so we can both be awkward—together." He blushed a brilliant red as he made his own confession to Draco, but it only endeared him more to the blond. "There's an easy way to go about this, you know," Neville ran his fingers through soft, satiny wisps, massaging his longtime crush's scalp with firm circular motions, "Tell me what you want to do."

With his eyes closed, Draco groaned, "Everything, anything...how can I know what I want when I've hardly experienced any of it?"

At that moment, all the Slytherin wanted was to be with Neville, and he would try anything the brunette wanted, even if that cock of his was intimidating as hell.

Neville laughed out loud at the man's eagerness and leaned forward to set his empty wine glass on the table in front of them. He turned back and took Draco's glass as well, setting it aside. As he hugged Draco close, he said, "What do you want to do right now?"

That was easy, the blond thought. "Get to see your body. You do realize that you've already seen me practically naked just this morning. I've only seen your torso and cock. I'd say you have an unfair advantage, Longbottom."

Neville couldn't resist the tease, "And I would say you've already seen the best bit, Malfoy." He groaned in mock pain as Draco punched his shoulder.

"Ruddy arse," Draco ribbed.

Neville leaned back, pulling Draco over until he was straddling his lap. He lay back against the cushions and spread both arms out to his sides. "So what else would you like to see? I'm all yours. Do whatever you want with me, take your time, make yourself comfortable with my body. We'll start there and see where it leads, yeah?"

Hesitating only a moment, Draco lunged forward, kissing the brunette with fervor. The Slytherin's fingers seized the edge of Neville's jumper, only parting their lips to tug it off and over his head. Once Neville's chest was bare, Draco's hands instantly pressed over sculpted pecs, his long fingers splaying wide to cover as much smooth skin as possible. He began to explore the broad torso hungrily, nimble fingers tracing the lines of molded muscle, returning over and over to tease the rapidly hardening nipples. Soon touching the expanse of skin wasn't enough.

Breaking their kiss, Draco licked, nibbled, and sucked his way down Neville's neck and across his collarbone. He made certain to suck hard over the spot where throat merged into shoulder, leaving his mark to stake his claim on the man beneath him. Neville didn't object; he was too busy moaning, his breathing already uneven.

Draco glanced up and sensually curled his lip into that familiar Slytherin mocking grin, before he flicked the tip of his tongue across each nipple. Neville gasped softly; certain his nipples had never been this sensitive before. After laving each one with a broad swirl of his tongue, Draco settled down to suck one sensitive nub into his mouth.

Neville couldn't stop himself from rutting up into Draco from the stimulation, their hard erections perfectly aligned. He brought his work worn fingers to rest on the blonde's head, feathering through the fine soft hair and scraping the scalp. Draco growled softly and bit down on the sensitive bud in his mouth. Neville cried out, gripping his lover's pale head and arching his chest into the questing mouth. No matter what he did or how Neville responded, Draco only craved more.

Releasing the first nipple with a parting flick, the Slytherin leaned over to give the other side the same treatment, while his fingers slid down and began to unfasten the button of Neville's trousers.

While Draco might never have been with a man, Neville could only give thanks that he was the one who benefited from the eagerness of his lover. There was also a vicious streak of possessive pride that Neville tried his best to downplay; knowing that he would not only be Draco's first male lover, but also, if he played his cards right, he just might be his last. The simple thought of being able to share this with the beautiful blond, indefinitely, made Neville even harder than he believed possible. It seemed all Draco had needed to help his nerves was permission to explore. Neville had never been so strung out with so little foreplay; though he supposed, his desire for the Slytherin heightened the sensations he was feeling. His breathing was already ragged when Draco slid back on his lap and pulled the Gryffindor's trousers open.

"Draco!" he panted, trying to get his brain to cooperate and form a coherent thought. "We've got all night, love. You needn't rush." Neville didn't seem to notice the endearment that had slipped out and Draco didn't call him on it either.

Draco, with the heel of his palm, rubbed along the hard shaft, still covered in soft cotton pants, delighting in the loud groan as Neville's head fell back onto the sofa in pleasure. He leaned forward, nibbling his way along Neville's strong jaw as he spoke, "I believe you said 'whatever I wanted', correct?"

A shaky nod was his only response.

Draco licked along the carotid artery, noting the shudder as he continued to press against Neville's cock while giving a hard suck to his earlobe. "Well maybe," he released the reddened organ from his lips and looked Neville in the eyes, "Maybe I want you naked all night...starting now. Hips up!" The command was sharp and clear, and Neville complied instantly as Draco tugged his trousers and pants down his legs, leaving his large cock flushed and weeping before the Slytherin's hungry eyes.

Draco leaned forward, their gazes locked, as he pressed his tongue against him and licked a long slow stripe broadly up that gorgeous cock. The brunette let out a stuttering exhale, instantly wanting more. Instead, still staring into Neville's heated eyes, Draco pulled back, ignoring the Gryffindor's straining member while he slowly slid off the rest of his lover's garments, leaving him sprawled out on the sofa looking completely debauched.

Recalling the delicious torture he felt when Neville watched him earlier, making him beg for his touch, with a knowing smile, Draco stood before Neville, the whispered,"Stay," the only thing he said as he began to slowly unbutton his shirt.

Neville licked his lips, unconsciously flexing his fingers, and avidly watching as Draco undressed, eager to see, taste, and touch him again. The shirt fell to the floor and he waited for more, only to be confused when Draco hesitated, allowing his hand to rest lightly on his waistband of his jeans while hooking a thumb around the button, taunting but not opening them.

Neville looked up to see those piercing grey eyes watching him with interest. The Slytherin rubbed his other hand over his jaw in silent contemplation, letting his thumb tap against his lower lip while his gaze visibly raked over his lover, coming to rest on the erect cock eager for some attention. Those sharp eyes snapped back to Neville's face, and Draco gave him a positively evil grin as he wrapped his lips around his thumb and began to suck, sensuously moving his head up and down. Neville's cock throbbed, jerking sharply at the implications in the gesture. When Draco removed the wet digit from his mouth and let his hand drift down to his chest to rub a wet circle over his own nipple with a soft sigh, Neville bit his lip to keep from whimpering, his right hand reaching to grasp his cock for some relief from his prolonged torment.

Draco quickly put an end to such efforts, bending forward to grab Neville's hand and pin it to the sofa beside his hip. "I don't think so. Turnabout's fair play, and I want you to wait. This time, I get to taste."

Draco manhandled Neville to sit up properly on the couch, sliding his palms up the inner thighs to push his legs open. Lowering himself to his knees between muscular thighs, he wrapped his hand around the base of Neville's shaft. Draco placed his lips around the glans,sucking gently, mapping every ridge and minute change in the texture and feel of Neville's cock with his tongue, imagining what it might feel like moving inside him. When he dipped the tip of his tongue into the weeping slit, his eyes closed as he tasted the pre-come gathered there, humming low in his throat to express his satisfaction. Slowly, he began to take more of the shaft into his mouth, doubting he could take much of Neville's considerable size but anxious to give as much pleasure as he could. Even before he reopened his eyes he could hear Neville's audible grunting and groans of pleasure along with the scruffing of his fingers grabbing the cushions nearby as he fought not to buck up into Draco's mouth.

Draco opened his eyes to see Neville's pupils so dilated that only the barest edge of green remained, his face flushed red as he panted softly and begged for more.

"Draco...please."

Even at the height of his reign as the Slytherin prince, Draco had never held so much power over any one person. Deciding to show his lover some mercy, he began to suck harder, relaxing his throat and trying to take more in as he moved his mouth up and down. His own cock throbbed mercilessly within his jeans, desperately begging for its own release as he moaned. Draco used his free hand to unfasten his button and zip, pushing his jeans open and down enough to shove his hand into the front and grip his rigid member. The Slytherin moaned in relief, triggering an answering groan from his lover as Neville's hips rocked minutely back and forth, the instinct to rut and fuck becoming harder to ignore.

Draco was surprised by how close to the edge he was as he stroked his cock lightly. However, there was too much he still wanted out of tonight, so much more than to simply get each other off on the sofa. He released the hold of his lips, pulling off with a wet slurp, as he stood once again. Neville looked at him with a combined expression of confusion and pained anticipation.

Draco held out his hand to the aroused Gryffindor with a small smile and a quiet plea, "Neville, I want you to take me to bed...your bed. Please."

Neville was on his feet and grabbed his hand so fast that Draco didn't even get the chance to make a cheeky remark. The tall muscular brunette wrapped one arm around his waist and snatched him off of his feet, easily lifting him and slipping his other arm under his thighs to hold him bridal style as he carried him to the bedroom. Draco couldn't stop his embarrassed blush of pleasure. Two weeks ago, Neville had carried him to his bed under much different circumstances; at least this time, the Slytherin was able to enjoy those strong arms holding him so easily.

Draco would have laughed at Neville's eagerness, but as soon as his arse hit the bed's surface and he saw the scorching gaze directed at him, he was the one quickly wiggling out of his jeans and pants.

Finally matching Neville's state of nakedness, the pale blond beauty reached for the tanned brunette. Eager to see the erotic contrast of their bodies intertwined, Draco pulled him down to lay over him, groaning out an ecstatic 'Yes!' as that strong body settled between his legs, bringing their erections together. This was what he wanted most of all, to be spread out and held down beneath this gorgeous man. Draco felt grounded in a way he couldn't explain, as if he belonged here.

He wrapped his long legs around Neville's hips, letting his feet brush along the backs of those calves and thighs he admired so much. One hand found its way into thick, soft brown hair, and the other slid over a taut bicep, using them for purchase to passionately reconnect their mouths. While they rocked against each other, groaning their mutual pleasure, Draco was amazed at how natural it felt being with Neville, wanting everything his new lover would give him. He barely heard his own cries of 'please, please, please,' rasping out around moist lips and warm tongues.

"More," the Slytherin pleaded louder, "please."

Neville looked down, relishing the sight of Draco Malfoy begging for him. He gently brushed a golden strand of hair from an already sweaty brow, "We don't have to go further tonight if you aren't ready. I know I am a bit...large, and I don't want to hurt you..."

Draco was shaking his head adamantly even before Neville finished. "No. I want this… I want you, to feel you in me. I-I've been dreaming about this since I woke up here and saw you." His flush only grew deeper as he admitted his longings, but he had come this far; he wasn't going to be intimidated now, even if he was still a bit...apprehensive. "Please Neville, don't make me wait. I can take it...I want to."

Neville tended to read people well, so he could see the hint of trepidation that showed through Draco's bravado and desire. It only took a second to decide what to do, "Alright, but you have to take me first."

"What?" Draco shouted, stunned. He had already admitted he'd never done this. "What do you mean? Why? I've never… I don't know what to do."

"Because," Neville calmly interjected, "it'll be easier for you, once you've come a time or two; you'll be more relaxed.

"By the way, I've never been taken either, so you'll be able to get a better idea of what to expect."

Neville gave Draco a sheepish grin when he saw his surprise. He shrugged slightly, "When I did date…I've only recieved hand jobs or blow jobs with some finger play—and not many of them. I told you I don't do casual. I wasn't going to let just any old bloke have me." He pressed forward and kissed his Slytherin tenderly before continuing, "You, however, are quite...extraordinary...always have been, actually. I'm pretty certain that this isn't a one-off," only a slight hint of uncertainty could be heard in his statement, "that this'll be the beginning for us…" The Gryffindor paused waiting for a reaction.

Draco processed what Neville was implying. This wasn't just about sex anymore. He was offering a real future, something more than a job or a place to stay or even his body. Neville was offering him a life filled with companionship and...love.

And Draco wanted it all with a ferocity that scared him. Eyes beginning to shine with emotion, he shakily exhales and nods his heads, carding his fingers through Neville's hair.

A broad smile of relief appears on Neville's face. "I think it's fitting we're both starting off on equal footing. We can both explore this uncharted territory together, yeah?

"Besides, I refuse to shag you if you don't shag me first. Those are my terms, take them or leave them." The teasing tone caused Draco's eyes to narrow, and Neville laughed, then cried in mock pain as his hair was yanked playfully.

"Prat!" Draco huffed with a smile.

Neville returned the grin and kissed the tip of Draco's nose. "But I'm your prat," he said with a wink.

The blond could only shake his head at Neville's cheekiness, trying to hide his happiness at the words.

With a sigh, Draco took the plunge, "What do I do?"

Neville reached for his bedside table drawer that held some muggle lubricant; charms were quick and convenient, but there was something intimate about using your hands. He'd save the charms for later.

The Gryffindor flopped onto his back, pulled his knees up, and spread his legs, displaying his arse provocatively to his curious lover.

"You have to prepare me a bit first...stretch the muscle," Neville explained. Wetting his fingers with a liberal squeeze of lube and promptly pushing one into his arsehole, the brunette began to work it in and out. He saw Draco's intense scrutiny and asked, "You ever try this yourself?"

The blonde head only shook side to side, his eyes growing wider as Neville pushed a second finger in and grunted softly while his cock dribbled a fresh stream of pre-come. "Prostate," Neville gasped, "that's the sweet spot; you'll see."

The reminder that he would be on the receiving end of this same treatment stirred Draco from his captivated trance.

Having gained the blond's attention again, Neville asked, "Do you want to try?"

Draco licked his lips and gave a quick nod. Gently removing Neville's fingers, the Slytherin grabbed the lube, slicked his fingers, and then pushed two into Neville's tight, hot arse. He carefully worked his fingers in and out as Neville guided him to find that spot inside to please him. When he finally found and firmly rubbed against it, Neville's back bowed off of the mattress.

"Shit! That's...uhm, that's even better when someone else does it. Add another finger. I should be ready soon."

Draco did as instructed, his free hand reaching reflexively to stroke Neville's pulsing cock, only to be stopped.

"No! Don't. I-I can't, I'll come if you do that, and I want to wait until you are in me."

Releasing the thick, hard rod with a final firm stroke, Draco smirked as he focused on Neville's prostate.

"Oh, hell! Now, Draco! I want your cock in me. Do it now, come on." Draco positioned himself, and reached for the lube when he heard Neville mutter a spell. He glanced down at the sheen of lubrication coating the tight pucker.

"I really need you to teach me that charm," Draco said, before he coated his cock and pressed against Neville's opening. It gave easily, and he glanced at Neville's face to be sure he was fine, before the Slytherin pushed forward with steady pressure until he was fully sheathed.

The squeeze of Neville's arse around his cock felt amazing, threatening to finish him before he could even think of thrusting. Holding his breath, he squeezed the base of his cock to stop himself from blowing his load prematurely. Draco could only think, Merlin…so tight and hot.

Once the blond regained control, Neville began to rock against him slightly, bringing a low groan from each of them. Pulling out slowly, he only paused a moment before pushing back in, setting a slow and steady pace. Draco could never have imagined how this felt, how perfectly Neville's body embraced his prick as if they were made for each other.

The brunette grabbed behind his knees to open himself wider, his hips arching to meet the cock fucking him for the first time.

Draco, avidly studying Neville's every moan and gasp, shifted the angle of his slow, steady thrusts.

"Oh fuck," the Gryffindor exclaimed, as cock met prostate, "Right there! Shit, don't stop!"

Draco had stilled his hips at the sudden shout but slowly resumed at Neville's encouraging words. "Oh, man. Harder...faster."

Draco complied, beginning to fuck Neville in earnest. He would not be able to last long, the sensations were so intense. He leaned forward on his elbows to kiss the Gryffindor as he pushed deeper into his lover's body. Words failed Draco and the only sounds he could emit were groans and whimpers.

Neville could only moan against Draco's mouth as the stimulation of his prostate, coupled with the friction against his cock trapped between them, sent him over the edge. His come and Draco's name, spilling freely from his body.

The Slytherin gasped as Neville tightened around him, only managing a few more ragged thrusts, before he spilled deep into the clutching arse that eagerly wrung every last drop from his cock. His entire body shook as he came, certain he hadn't had such a forceful orgasm before.

As the last waves of his pleasure faded, all Draco could do was lay across Neville's sweaty chest, trying to catch his breath. His weight didn't seem to bother his lover, who wrapped his arms around him and held him close, softly kissing his temple and hair. Neither of them spoke until Draco was able to gently withdraw and lay down next to Neville, sweat cooling on their bodies as they rested.

Not wanting to be completely separated from Draco however, Neville reached over to lace their fingers together. When he felt he could finally speak, he turned to look at the pale blond, whose eyes had closed briefly. Tugging on their joined hands to get his attention, Neville grinned, "That was bloody brilliant! Absolutely terrific." His smile could have driven Devil's Snare from the room; he was so pleased.

Draco couldn't help smiling softly in return, "I am infinitely happy I could oblige you." Glancing over in obvious anticipation, he asked, "My turn now?"

Neville had to laugh out loud. Draco's brow furrowed in indignation.

When Neville caught the expression, he rolled onto his side, wrapped an arm around Draco's waist and kissed him soundly. "I'm sorry, you're just so eager. However, you shall have to wait just a bit. Despite the wonders of magic, I don't generally get hard again immediately after an orgasm, let alone one as intense as that. Just give me a few, okay?" His new lover couldn't help his smile at the comment and nodded his understanding.

"Come here," the Gryffindor commanded before pulling Draco more fully into his arms. The blond pressed his lips to Neville's cheek in forgiveness and settled in next to his lover.

After Draco quickly muttered a spell to clean them both, he lay his head over the strong heartbeat. Closing his eyes while they both recharged, they touched each other lightly and kissed wherever they could reach.

Half an hour later, the touches were becoming more specific and the kisses more demanding as their arousal began to build again. When Neville finally pulled Draco's chin up to place a heated kiss to already swollen lips, it was time.

"Are you ready for more?"

Draco most certainly was and nodded with a hum as he returned the kiss.

Neville pushed him away slightly as he instructed, "Turn over."

Draco obediently rolled onto his stomach, only to have strong hands grab his hips and pull him up onto his knees. He began to rise up onto his hands as well, but a large palm pushed firmly between his shoulder blades and held his chest to the bed.

"Just like this… stay," commanded Neville's voice, already growing low and husky. Preparing Draco to accept his cock could take a while, but he intended to enjoy every moment of it, the ready submission of his lover to his demands only feeding his arousal.

Neville ran his hands along the smooth expanse of Draco's pale, bowed back, enjoying the shiver his touch elicited from the smaller man. He caressed the globes of his arse, each one perfectly filling his palm. Using his thumbs to spread those lovely cheeks apart, he gazed upon the virgin opening that he would be claiming. He blew gently across the tight pink furl and chuckled at the sharp intake of breath he heard. That was all the warning he gave before he licked Draco from behind his balls, over his arsehole, and up to the base of his spine where he placed a firm kiss.

"So much of you to taste still," Neville breathed over the skin, already beginning to flush anew under his ministrations, and delighted in the soft cry it earned him. He quickly returned his tongue to Draco's arsehole, skillfully lapping the tight bud for several minutes, flicking it with the tip of his tongue, tracing the circle of puckered flesh over and over, before finally pushing into the tight opening. Draco moaned a soft 'Ah' from the sudden yet welcome invasion and pressed himself more fully against Neville's probing tongue. The Gryffindor dedicated himself to thoroughly fucking Draco's arse with his tongue, tasting its unique earthy flavor, while the sphincter began to relax. He watched as the Slytherin slowly went mad from the stimulation.

Draco didn't know what to think or say when Neville first put his mouth there, but he quickly lost any trepidation as the hot, wet muscle produced the most amazing sensations in his most personal area. When Neville pressed his tongue in deep, sealed his lips around his arsehole and sucked hard, Draco screamed with pleasure. He was panting hard by the time Neville stopped, his cock leaking a large pool of pre-come. Draco was so aroused he barely noticed when Neville pressed the first lubed finger into his arse.

Neville didn't want to give Draco the chance to become nervous or tighten up so he found the prostate quickly, earning him another small cry. Smirking knowingly, the brunette said, "Told you, didn't I."

The only reply was a continuous series of 'ohs' as he stimulated the sensitive gland . A second finger went in easily as well, and Neville was pleased with the progress but knew he would have to stretch Draco to four fingers if he was going to take him because of his girth. Steadily pushing a third finger in, attempting to keep it as pleasurable as he possibly could, Neville heard a soft 'Ah' followed by a quiet hiss as Draco felt the slight burn and stretch of Neville's fingers.

Remembering how large Neville was, Draco knew this was only a taste of what would come and appreciated that his lover slowed his stroke for a moment to let him adjust. With a contented sigh due to the well-placed pressure on his prostate, he was ready for more, and Neville sped up the pace of his fingers.

Draco could hardly believe how good it felt when his prostate was stimulated and couldn't wait to feel the pressure of a cock instead of fingers. He rocked harder and faster, taking in all three fingers to their base. His prick was so hard, hanging thick and heavy between his legs and Draco wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to continue without the danger of coming.

"More," the Slytherin was able to huff out.

Neville stilled Draco's pumping hips, and slowly inserted the fourth finger, with a liberal application of more lube. Draco had to force himself to take a deep breath and relax; the burning was intense but Neville was careful and took his time working him open slowly and brushing his prostate with each pass. Draco quickly lost himself to the push and pull of those fingers inside him, discomfort beginning to fade and intense pleasure taking its place. He hadn't realized that he had raised up on his hands and knees and was pushing himself forcefully against Neville's hand, wantonly begging for more until his orgasm built rapidly.

"More Neville...give me more...shit, harder. Oh...oh, OH! I-I can't...oh, I need to...I'm going to come!Fuck! Can't stop...oh hell!"

Neville yanked his fingers from the well-stretched hole and grasped Draco's cock firmly at the base, holding tight to stave off the impending orgasm while the Slytherin cursed him soundly.

"OW! Bollocks! What are you doing? Dammit man, you're killing me!" Draco whined, hating that he was denied his orgasm so painfully.

Neville held his ground, bringing his free hand down on one downy cheek with a resounding slap. He couldn't help but admire the flaming red print blossoming over Draco's pale arse. "You want my cock in your arse then you don't come until I'm ready." It wasn't exactly the way Neville meant for it to come out, but he was pretty lost to his desires.

When Draco stopped his fussing and whimpered softly, going still beneath him as he waited for Neville to proceed, his cock throbbed sharply in interest. Perhaps something to discuss later...

Once the threat of Draco's orgasm had passed, Neville released his hold. He lay down next to the blond and prompted him to move with a tug on his arm. Grey eyes met green and waited for instruction.

"Straddle my waist. I want you to ride me."

Draco readily moved to comply, positioning the blunt head of Neville's cock against his stretched opening. Glancing up and lightly teasing the leaking tip between his arse cheeks, the Slytherin seductively whispered the lubrication charm in the most seductive manner.

Draco squirmed as the warm tingle of the spell tickled his arse before taking a deep breath and lowering himself down. Neville had done his job well, the bulbous head entering with only a slight burn before it slipped deep into Draco's heated passage. He couldn't stop the sigh of satisfaction, knowing that a part of Neville was now inside him.

Slowly, working himself up and down a bit at a time, Draco gradually sank down onto Neville's massive cock. When his arse finally rested against the top of Neville's thighs, he took another deep breath and smiled down at the Gryffindor as he circled his hips in a slow, maddening arch to better acquaint himself with the girth inside of him now, feeling exquisitely full. Swiveling his hips just right, Draco began moaning loudly as the hard cock firmly ground against his prostate. Neville inside me...it's so good. He glanced at the reddened face and sweaty brow of his new lover, straining not to take back control.

Neville had held himself as still as possible, his hands lightly supporting Draco's slim hips as he let his lover direct the pace. He resisted bucking his hips to enter him more quickly and had been as patient as a saint as the virgin arse slowly swallowed his massive cock for the first time. He indulged Draco's exploration, until he thought his cock and balls would explode.

Neville couldn't take another minute of this slow torture. "Draco...please, please move!"

The pale beauty obliged, easily moving up and down the gloriously thick cock. He rode steadily for a few moments before lifting himself up, leaving only the head inside of him. Then he sat down hard, taking Neville in as deeply as possible, both men moaning loudly, closing their eyes, and arching into each other at the sensation.

Draco leaned back resting his palms on those taut thighs beneath him and began to ride with abandon, pushing himself up and down on Neville's cock as fast as he could. He didn't even try to stop the sounds coming from his mouth, and he heard answering cries from the man under him. Sweat beaded on his skin, and the red flush of exertion painted his cheeks.

It was amazing; everything he had fantasized about for weeks, except...something was missing. Draco's pace slowed, then faltered as he considered what it was. When he finally had the answer, he leaned forward, letting his tongue follow the curve of Neville's ear, before he spoke in a lust-filled, throaty voice. "I want you to fuck me hard. I want you to claim me...hold me down and fuck me deep until you own every part of me." He dipped his wet tongue into Neville's ear, causing the strong man to shudder in delight before Draco whispered, "Please."

Neville had no idea if Draco was aware of his particular impulses in regards to him or if he wanted and needed this for himself, but he was not going to argue with the request. He tightly gripped the blond by the hair as he claimed a kiss, tugging the lower lip with his teeth, before he settled to suck a vivid mark below Draco's ear to the enthusiastic agreement of the Slytherin.

Once the dark bruise was to his liking, Neville yanked the blond's head back firmly, until they were staring at each other. "Get on your hands and knees with that gorgeous arse of yours in the air." Draco's eyes darkened, and he scrambled to do as instructed.

The brunette swatted a still rosy buttock and heard a satisfying cry. "Knees apart! Don't move, unless I say."

Neville watched as Draco quickly positioned himself. Not wanting the other cheek to feel left out, he gave another sharp slap, "And don't even try and touch your pretty little cock." He leaned over Draco's back, letting his dripping cock leave a sticky trail, and practically growled into his ear, "I guarantee you'll come from the fucking you're about to get without it." Draco didn't try to suppress the needy whine that welled up in his throat as he nodded to indicate he understood. That was all the assent Neville needed, before burying his cock deep in Draco's arse with one firm thrust. He grasped those narrow hips, pulling his lover into every stroke as he began to pound into him fiercely.

Draco cried out in pleasure as Neville finally, finally fucked him the way he'd dreamed. It was primal and intense; everything he wanted from this man and more. He was ready to come after only a minute, but Neville, sensing his cresting climax, once again encircled the base of his cock, holding him on the keen edge of sensation.

The stimulation was so overwhelming, Draco gave up even trying to speak; the only sounds he was capable of were pleas for more and babbles of encouragement. He had to consciously force himself to grip the blankets instead of reaching for his cock. Just when he was certain he would give in, Neville moved.

Gripping blond hair in his hand once more, Neville tugged at the same time he wrapped his other arm around the sweat-slicked chest. He pulled until Draco's pale back was arched beautifully against him and the pale head rested against his shoulder, allowing his cock to slip even deeper.

The Slytherin's breathing was ragged, and his cock jutted out angry and red, demanding release. Neville was utterly undone by Draco's supplication. He growled out 'Mine' in an animalistic voice he had never used before as he thrust hard and deep one last time, coming with a yell as he bit down on a slim shoulder. Draco followed right behind, drowning in sensation, emotion, and come.

It was a long time before either of them could speak. They had barely moved, Neville pulling Draco over with him and spooning him tightly against his chest as he lay them on their sides, keeping himself buried in his lover for as long as possible.

As he rested his hands over Neville's arms, the arms that sheltered him like a treasure, Draco felt utterly sated, almost as though he had found where he belonged.

"Never leave," breathed Neville softly against a sweaty temple.

"I wouldn't dream of it," came Draco's gentle reply.

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Two years later, Draco was welcomed at the annual memorial of The Battle of Hogwarts. Now a respected member of the wizarding community in his own right, with a ring on his finger, and a child in his arms; he stood proudly next to the man who had made it all possible. The second chance he was chasing had found him instead, proving the future may best be found in the unexpected.

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