Sometimes Its Good To Be Not Nice…
"Draco, whatever he looks like, is not a nice man. You know that's true Harry."
Hermione had said those words to him as he'd dressed for his date with Draco. Harry knew his friends disapproved of his attraction to the handsome blonde. Sure, they had a history with Draco but that had been before the war. Several years had passed since he'd defeated Voldemort and Draco had grown into a finely built bloke. In fact, he was now a bloke Harry loved to spend time shagging senseless. Hermione's words slipped from his mind as he apparated to Malfoy Manor.
Draco greeted him at the floo, his arms immediately capturing Harry in a warm embrace. His friends never saw this side of Draco, the tender side he hid from the public. Harry's lips sought out the pale skin at the junction of Draco's neck. Draco's hands caressed softly through Harry's dark hair. His pulse raced as the man's fingertips grazed softly upon the nape of his neck. In fact, his body was revving up with desire for his boyfriend.
Moments later, their bodies were completely entangled, both of them were shirtless and Draco's arms wound tightly around Harry from behind. The blonde caressing the muscles of his chest made Harry groan aloud. Draco's cock pressed seductively into his arse, eliciting another groan from deep within. The sound of his zipper being undone broke Harry from his lust-filled stupor. He pressed his backside hard against Draco's erection, the added friction causing the man to cry out.
Draco's hand dipped into Harry's jeans, encountering his naked flesh. Harry frotted hard against the man's fist, which wrapped itself firmly around his cock. Harry gasped as the blonde's lips mouthed at the flesh of his neck. He felt his desire flame up into needful yearning as he begged Draco to fuck him.
Swiftly, Draco whispered a wandless spell, leaving them both completely naked. Turning Harry around to face him, he slipped two fingers within the man's tight hole. Harry moaned at the stimulation, instinctively pressing down upon Draco's digits as they pumped repeatedly into his body. Draco captured Harry's lips once again in a kiss. He moaned against Harry's lips and plunged his tongue into that delectable mouth. Harry felt a drop of pre-cum as it leaked from Draco's cock. He whispered a lubrication spell that readied him for his blonde lover. Draco needed no other prompting, plunging himself deep within Harry's body.
He pumped hard into the tight recesses of Harry's hole, Harry's legs wrapping themselves tightly around Draco's waist, pulling him deep within. They matched each other thrust for thrust, and grunt for grunt. This was what they did best. All the years of hatred finally culminated in this passion-filled frenzy of arousal. As Harry came hard, spilling himself upon Draco's stomach, he had to somewhat agree with Hermione. Draco Malfoy wasn't a nice man at all… he could be downright nasty when he needed to be and for Harry Potter, that was perfectly fine.