AN: Songfic based on "10am Gare du Nord" by Keaton Henson. Harry and Draco have sex basically. Please all revel in the beauty of Keaton Henson's lyrics.
Word Count: 1853
Disclaimer: No money is being made from this piece. All rights of characters and Harry Potter to JK Rowling. Song belongs to Keaton Henson.
This feels right and I'm letting it.
And now I know just what to do.
Tire of me if you will, my dear,
But I will not tire of you.
Harry brushed a gentle hand down Draco's cheekbone. Soft skin and broken eyes.
Draco's dark eyelashes fluttered against the paleness of his cheeks, such a contrast in the harsh moonlight. He looked like a ghostly figure, screaming white in the light, like some marble statue carved painstakingly by a Renaissance artist with all the perfections and details of the human body in the fore of his mind.
Harry's thumb stroked back and forth across Draco's skin, so soft, and moved to pull at his bottom lip, smooth and swollen and dusty pink in this light.
Draco closed his eyes slowly once, and opened them again. Icy blue eyes stared at Harry.
So different.
Harry was dark where Draco was pale. Harry's skin was tanned, olive you might say. He never seemed to show red blush like Draco did, or bruise easily. No purple marks on his skin. Not anymore.
And Harry had black hair, wild and full of unruly curls that flopped onto his temple constantly and made Draco want to sweep them away. His lips were darker too, more red than pink.
And his eyes were green.
Slytherin green, Draco liked to tease, until Harry told him the Sorting Hat wanted to put him into Slytherin. It didn't seem as funny after that, when it could have been true, and as much as Draco loves Slytherin with all his heart and Harry has admitted he has a soft spot for the House that could have been his, Draco doesn't think Slytherin would have been good for Harry. There are good people in Slytherin, Draco knows that. But Harry has too much temptation in him, and he needed Gryffindor to keep him in line.
Well, as much as you can be kept in line when you're the Chosen One.
Harry glided his hand down Draco's side, revelled in the path of goosebumps that erupts in his wake, speckling the smooth skin with tiny dots.
"Stars," Harry whispered.
"Des étoiles," Draco whispered back.
"Are you speaking French?" Harry asked, still whispering.
"My mother taught me"
Harry hummed in response, and continued touching Draco's body. One finger skimmed down his sternum. A splayed hand across his chest, counting the rise and fall, the expansion and deflation, the thump thump of his heart. Fingertips tickled down a flat stomach with just a teensy bit of pudge and flicked at the hairs gathered there.
Another hand reached Draco's shoulder, and Harry smoothed his palm over it, feeling the jut of his collar bone, the sharp ridge of his shoulder blade, the broad expanse of his back.
Draco's chest began to rise and fall that little bit faster.
Harry slowly lifted his left thigh and placed it over Draco's hipbone. The hand on Draco's stomach moved into his hair, carding through the soft blonde locks and tugging gently at the roots at the back of his neck and Draco moaned.
Harry's other hand moved from Draco's shoulder to run down his side and curve along the roundness of Draco's arse.
The touch of Harry's fingers on the inside of his thigh made Draco gasp and Harry gasped too at the softness and the flesh and the vulnerability of it and not for the first time he wondered how they got here.
Something sparked and Harry clenched his hand and sharp fingers clutched at the back of Draco's thigh and squeezed.
Draco's head fell lightly to the side, baring the skin of his throat.
Harry's mouth latched onto the skin and he dragged teeth down Draco's neck, pulling and scratching at the thin skin, the pulse point, the veins. Softly, sweetly he pressed dry kisses back up to Draco's ear. He flicked his tongue out along the crackling shell and lapped at the downy skin of his earlobe. Sucked harshly into the hollow beneath his ear. Kissed wetly back down his throat yet again to the meeting of neck and shoulder and licked lightly, barely, teasingly.
Harry's hand moved from Draco's hair to his nipple, flicked out again and again and again until Draco panted and,
"Please"
Harry lifted Draco's thigh up and pressed it back against his chest and moved down.
Harry pressed his face into the back of Draco's knee and flickered his tongue, tracing the veins there down into his thigh and kissed kissed kissed, and nibbled and sucked until Draco cried out in pleasure and he was leaking and hard and Harry hadn't even touched him yet.
"You're so beautiful, so beautiful. I just want to kiss you all the time, kiss you all over," Harry muttered into the warmth of Draco's skin. He inhaled the warm smell of him, nuzzled his face into the dry powder feel of his thighs and ran his hands through the slick wet sheen of his lower back as he pressed upwards and grabbed at the lube still under the pillow from a few hours ago.
Draco just breathed, watching Harry as he moved and showered him with touches.
Soon, Harry moved down again, lips kissing along his sides this time, sucking bruises into his hip bones and biting there until Draco squirmed and cried out.
Harry licked a stripe up Draco's dick, swirled his tongue around once and sucked.
Draco's hips jerked and Harry pulled away to mouth at the soft skin of his balls and the sensitive spot behind them and pushed his tongue in there and Draco moaned again and shoved his hands into Harry's hair, wrapped around the curls and pulled insistently until Harry licked again and his broad brown hands lifted Draco's lower legs over his shoulders, grabbed him by the hips and pulled him closer.
Draco stroked his hand through Harry's hair, rubbing circles into his scalp.
"Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry…" he gasped.
Harry's tongue touched his hole and Draco shuddered from head to toe.
Harry's tongue lapped wetly, relentlessly and swirled and sucked and finally finally pressed in and he was fucking in and out and Draco was quivering and sweating and dragging Harry's hair from his scalp and whimpering.
Gently, Harry pressed in a finger.
Draco groaned.
"More"
Carefully, Harry pushed in two fingers and pulled them out, torturously fucking Draco for several minutes before twisting his fingers around and scissoring them gradually.
"Harry, come on. Please."
Harry pressed in three fingers as he lifted himself up, allowing Draco's legs to fall spread onto the bed.
With one hand steadied on the pillow beside Draco's head, Harry hovered about him staring as he continued to fuck Draco with his fingers.
Draco grabbed at Harry's hips tightly and dug his fingers in, leaving nail marks in the clear tanned skin. One hand scratched down Harry's thigh and Harry groaned.
Harry removed his fingers and sat back on his ankles over Draco's lap to pour lube into his hand. He pumped his erection a few times, open mouthed gasping while Draco stared and licked his lips.
Draco lifted his legs again to hook around Harry's hips.
"You okay?" asked Harry.
"Yeah," replied Draco, "come on, hurry the fuck up before I come up there and then you'll really have something to cry about."
Harry smiled. He pushed in.
The two groaned together and lay panting into each other's mouths, close to kissing but not quite.
"Go," murmured Draco.
Harry pulled out and pushed in again. A rhythm developed, rocking together faster and faster.
Draco pushed one arm up Harry's back to grab at his shoulder and wound the other arm around his waist.
Harry forced Draco's thigh back again and held it down, the other hand curled around Draco's hip.
Harry fucked into Draco harshly, pulling out almost all the way before pushing back in again and hitting Draco's prostate until he was crying out with every thrust.
Harry looked up from where he was frowning in concentration at his movements.
Their eyes met and Harry lunged forward, letting go of Draco to plunge his hands into Draco's hair instead and clash their mouths together.
Draco wound his legs tightly around Harry again and pulled him closer, shoving his tongue into Harry's mouth.
Their tongues swirled and shoved and pushed. Harry's licked into Draco's mouth as deep as he could go, swiping over his strong tongue and the hard roof of his mouth and his teeth. Harry pulled back a bit to breathe and Draco followed him, sucking his top lip and then biting his bottom one. Their lips detached and reattached again and again. Draco sucked on Harry's tongue and stole the breath from his mouth until Harry pulled away laughing and bit his lip as he rocked into him harder.
Draco whimpered again and scratched down Harry's back, whispering "fuck".
A red hot flash ran through Harry and he returned to fucking Draco with vigour.
A spark flickered in Harry's stomach and he felt himself spiralling higher. He kissed Draco again and moved one hand down to Draco's dick. He ran his thumb through the head, gathering up the precum and igniting fires that shot through Draco's system causing him to cry out into Harry's mouth.
Harry swallowed his cry and kissed him once more before moving his head down to nestle into the crook of Draco's neck.
He moved his hand up and down Draco's dick in time with his thrusts and the banging of the headboard against the wall.
A white sheet of lightning flashed through Draco from toe to head and down again. His mind went blank and he was coming and gasping and moaning and squirming and clenching and Harry shouted "fuck" and came as he pushed back into Draco, rocking back and forth and shaking.
Harry collapsed boneless onto Draco and Draco dropped his legs which were wobbling.
He sighed.
They lay there in the quiet. Together. A mess together in their cocoon in the sheets. Draco stroked Harry's hair softly and began to sing to himself.
"This feels right and I'm letting it.
And now I know just what to do.
Tire of me if you will, my dear,
But I will not tire of you.
And this is the world as I see it now.
Turns out that nothing is fair.
You can leave me if you wish, my love,
But I'm not going anywhere.
And please do not hurt me, love. I am a fragile one and you are the white in my eyes.
Please do not break my heart, I think it's had enough pain to last the rest of my life.
My endless distraction, you worry me.
And I'm trying to figure out how.
You don't have to make any promises, love.
I'm afraid I might die for you now.
And I'd kill just to watch as you're sleeping.
I'm hoping you'll let me in time.
You don't have to call me yours, my love.
But dammit I'm calling you mine. "
"You are mine," Harry mouths into Draco's shoulder.
"Idiot"