Harry had managed to pin him down against the four-poster in the bedroom of the house they had just bought together. It was a mark of something permanent, and Draco knew it was a significant symbol for the both of them. What he didn't know however, was that Harry had been having thoughts about 'New Situations.' It was very rare for Harry to have him pinned down like this, deliriously licking at his neck, mouth, lips, chin, cheek and earlobe. He couldn't argue with the attention though, even though it was slightly alien. A second later something in his head had cried out.
The Auror above him had cast a spell that meant his clothes no longer stuck to him from the heat of the day and the closeness of his partner - but lay haphazardly on the floor to the side of the bed. He had immediately leant up onto his elbows, looking down to realise that he was stark naked, and his boyfriend was still donned in the same clothes as he had been. The brunette shot Draco a grin before leaning in again to nip his lover's earlobe causing Draco to hiss with pleasure, shaking his head sternly when he realised that it wasn't the correct response.
"Harry! Either get off me, or take those clothes off!" He demanded, watching as Harry leant up, adjusting his position over Draco so that he was straddled across his hips. Draco's initial thought was about how unnatural it was that Harry smirked like that. He wasn't a Malfoy - and it was very unbecoming of him. Harry gave an answer but it wasn't verbal. He had leant in again and let his lips hover barely an inch away from Draco's own.
"I'm getting my own back, Malfoy." He whispered, emphasising his last name in the hopes that Draco would click what exactly he was getting his own back on him for. It took him a moment before realisation dawned on him, and he wriggled helplessly against Harry, who was prepared for the blonde's attempt to vacate the bed. Firm hands found Draco's arms, and he felt officially pinned. He at least had to keep a hold of some of his composure.
"Right - How exactly do you plan on doing that?" He asked, with a snide tone. He was disgusted to hear a giggle slip past Harry's lips before he leant in to kiss his prey firmly. Draco was unable to remember exactly why he had to be snide and try to rub the boy above him up the wrong way the minute heavenly lips met his. Instead he wriggled with pleasure against the kiss which Harry had deepened with a slick tongue. Then he remembered that he was very naked - and Harry was very not. He moved his mouth sharply away from the other's turning his gaze to look away at the bare wall next to their bed. He quickly regretted the movement - Lips were sucking firmly at his neck, a spot that was very vulnerable on Draco. A soft growl escaped him and he moved his head almost violently to throw his lover's lips off course. Harry was licking his lips when he looked back up at him, and he knew that meant trouble.
"I'm going to devour you." He whispered, causing Draco's eyes to widen. "Then, I'm going to fuck you... hard." He continued, smirking a Draco-like curl of his lips. A part of Draco wished he had never taunted Harry at all - but another side of him was plotting ways to tease the boy again.