A/N: This is my first lemon fic, so you have been warned! If it needs work, let me know. If you love it, let me know. Constructive criticism is highly appreciated!

Chapter 1

Draco woke up that morning feeling quite chipper. Yesterday had been his birthday, and even though he was another year older (next year would be the big three-o and he tried not to dwell on that fact), it had been a thousand times better than his birthday a year ago. This year, Harry called off work to spend the day with Draco, who assumed it was to make up for last years horrid events. Harry still wasn't forgiven. Although, Draco smirked as he started the hot water in the shower. After last night, I could learn to forgive and forget.

He walked back into the bedroom with a towel around his waist and his hands ruffling his hair to dry it. As he was searching for something to wear, two arms wrapped around him. He smiled as the arms lowered towards his hips. Draco turned to see two sleepy green eyes staring straight into his own. Draco grabbed Harry's arms and lifted them up. "Not now, Harry."

"Awwwwwww, why not?" Harry's lips touched Draco's cheek then traveled to his neck.

Draco's heartbeat quickened. "Because I said so?" He hadn't meant for that to sound like a question. This isn't working.

Harry chuckled and pressed his lips passionately against Draco's. His hands found the top of his towel.

Draco gasped as he came up for air. "Harry do-" It was too late. The damp towel was on the floor. Draco lowered himself slowly, giving Harry the wrong impression. He frowned slightly when Draco stood up, wrapping his towel firmly back in place. "Damn it, Harry. I said no." He turned around and grabbed a green t-shirt and black skinny jeans from his dresser drawers.

"I didn't hear that," Harry lowered his eyes as Draco as he bent down to the bottom drawer where he kept his prized possession; a pair of green high-top Converse.

Draco snapped up and turned and headed back into the bathroom. "Well," he said, looking over his shoulder. "If you had been listening to me instead of your hormones you would have." He shut the bathroom door and Harry heard a click as he locked it.

Harry was sitting on the bed when Draco stepped out of the bathroom. He was wearing a black dress shirt, black dress pants, and a green tie he despised even though Draco had bought it for him.

Draco looked somewhat pleased, but he knew exactly what Harry was up to. "Not gonna work." Harry gave him a dangerous look. Draco crossed his arms. "Don't look at me like you're a predator!"

Harry crept slowly towards Draco. "What if I am?"

"Then I'm calling rape."

Harry started grazing the platinum blonde's neck. He smirked as Draco shivered. "So that's a yes?" His words were muffled by Draco's pale skin.

"I never said that," Draco's breathing was becoming uneven.

"But you implied it," Harry switched to the other side while his hands started to undo Draco's belt.

Draco was silent for a few seconds, unable to think straight. "I never said that." His heart rate was increasing.

Harry took off the belt in one fluid motion, leaving Draco's pants to fall at his ankles. He was standing there in only a shirt and his boxers, which slowly started to lower along with Harry. Draco sighed as his boxers met his pants, realizing that this was going to happen whether he wanted it to or not. He moaned as Harry grabbed him and stroked up and down slowly. When Draco was fully erect, Harry wrapped his mouth around him. Draco groaned and gripped the side of the dresser as Harry moved at an agonizingly slow pace. Draco grabbed a fistful of raven colored hair with his free hand, making Harry stop and look up with a slight smirk; one that he had been wearing a lot lately. "What was it you said about not wanting this?"

"Screw you!" said Draco, desperately wanting Harry to continue.

He smiled. "I think you've got this backwards."

Draco smiled back. "That can be fixed." He grabbed Harry by the shoulders and pushed him onto the bed. Draco threw off his own shirt and started working on Harry's tie. Soon they were both on the bed with their clothes covering the floor. Draco gave his lover a look that would seduce anybody. "Roll over," he commanded.

"As you wish," said Harry as he got on all fours.

Draco didn't hesitate. He entered Harry and decided to give him a taste of his own medicine by starting off slow.

"You're killing me, Draco!" panted Harry. He gasped as Draco increased his speed. Soon they were both moaning loudly. Draco had moved a hand under Harry, pumping him as fast as he could. The timing was perfect. They came at the same time, screaming each other's names in the process. Harry flopped onto his stomach as Draco slid out of him gently. He laid down next to Harry on his back. Both of them were still breathing heavily. After caught his breath, Harry lifted his head to look at his husband. "That was fucking amazing!" He smiled. "No pun intended."

Draco chuckled and looked down at his sweat covered body. "I guess I should take another shower."

Harry's expression was filled with greed. "I could help."

Draco stood up and picked up his clothes. "No, Harry."

Harry propped himself up with his elbows, rested his chin on his hands, and rolled his eyes. "Fine." He heard the shower starting and decided it was best to clean himself off and get dressed again. He wiped the sweat off with Draco's first towel and replaced his tie with another one that was bright red. He was tightening it as Draco walked out of the bathroom.

He looked at the bed. "Would it kill you to clean up once in a while?" He used a cleaning charm to remove their stains and make the bed.

Harry turned and shrugged. "It was your fault."

"You started it!"

Harry smiled. "That I did." He gestured up and down his body. "Do I look okay?"

"Hmmmmm," Draco walked up and straightened his tie. "That's better." He walked behind Harry to brush off his shoulders. "I take it you don't like the tie I bought you?"

"Draco, you know that-"

He interrupted. "I'm just kidding." He slapped Harry's ass in a playful manner. "You look fine."

As Draco was walking away, Harry grabbed him by the waist and pulled him backwards. Harry rested his chin on Draco's shoulder and whispered, "I love you."

"I love you, too," Draco replied. He tried to pull away, but Harry's arms wouldn't loosen their grip. "Harry, let me go."

Harry's arms tightened even more. "Why?"

"Because," Draco started to struggle. "We've got places to be." He freed himself and walked out of the room.

Harry followed him, putting his hands in his front pockets. "Where are you going?"

Draco grabbed to apples from the fruit basket on the kitchen table and threw the red one to Harry, who caught it clumsily. "I have a doctor's appointment."

"For?" Harry tossed the apple between his hands.

"Just a physical." Draco took a bite out of his green apple (he hated the red ones with a passion. He would always be a Slytherin) after he shined it on his shirt.

Harry checked his watch. "I better get going." He planted a kiss on Draco's cheek and walked outside to disapparate.

Draco took another chunk out of his apple. God, I love that man. When there was nothing but the core of his apple left, he threw it away, inspected his teeth in the hallway mirror, and walked outside while locking the door behind him. He thought of the doctor's office and turned to apparate there. When he popped in front of the office door he opened it and walked confidently inside.

A/N: So…tell me what you think! I accept anonymous reviews for those without an account!