Disclaimer: I don't own anything……which is really sad….. All characters are propterty of J. K. Rowling and her amazing mind. I don't own the song either.

I moan as his hands run down my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "Harry,"

"Shh, love…"

Soft kisses join his hands, and I moan when he doesn't touch me where I want him to, "Please, Harry…."

"Shh, love….."

The lights are low, and a trail of clothing leads from the front door to our room.

Harry makes his way back up my body, the moonlight making him glow, caressing his soft skin as he caresses mine. He kisses me, a deep, soul burning kiss. Kisses from Harry are Heaven. His tongue sweeps across my bottom lip and I open without thinking twice, needing more of this, more of Harry. His tongue explores my mouth, remapping it out. He pulls away, I moan, opening my eyes.

My eyes lock with emerald eyes, his eyes filled with passion and lust that makes me shiver just thinking about it. He smiles at me, his hand caressing me, wiping my hair away, wiping away my sweat. He moves between my legs, pressing himself against me.

He enters me in one slow thrust, making us both moan. I'm still stretched from earlier activities.

We make love, with slow, long strokes, taking us to the edge, but never over the edge. His eyes hold mine before he leans down, pressing sweet, soft kisses to my face. He gives me a lingering kiss on my lips, making me want him even more, he presses his forehead against mine, "I love you Draco," I smile, and he kisses me again, "I love you too, Harry,"

I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer to me, never wanting to let him go, never wanting to be alone without him again. I moan as he hits my prostate again, arching my back to take more of him in.

His hands stroke my face again, wiping, kissing, loving me. I want to return the favor, but I know by the look in his eyes, he doesn't want me to. This is about you, he says with his eyes, let me love you.

So I do, I let him love me, let him give himself to me with nothing in return.

The moon continues to shine outside our apartment as Harry continue to love me. As Harry will continue to love me.

He's tired, I know he is, and I'm tired also, but we won't stop. Not until we have to. Because this is coming to an end. He has to leave, I told him too, his job is taking him away. I'm throwing him out the window, telling him to fly, and he will.

He kisses me again; we explore each other's mouth, as we continue to move as one. Up and down. He takes us to the edge, crying out each other's name as we come. As we say our good-byes.

He lays on top of me, his breath evening out, he moves away, as if to pull out, but I stop him, "Stay…..please,"

My words have more than one meaning, I know he understands, and I also know that he understands that I want him to leave.

We fall asleep like that, Harry on top of me, still inside me, still loving me.

When I wake in the morning, I know he will be gone, gone to America, but for now, he is here, in my arms, where I can love him.

A/N: just a short little thing inspired by the song Insatiable by Darren Hayes, and probably the final season of Queer as Folk. Couldn't write anything else until I wrote this…so now hopefully I'll be able to write my other stories! Hope you enjoyed it, I did.

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