Just a little exercise to practise my smutty writing skills. Drabbles if you will. I can never write smut when I want it. Damn my gradual story telling. Anywhoots, it might be a continual thing. Who knows. When the mood strikes me...

Exercise in Smut

1. Waking up

Draco rolled over in his lavish four-poster bed, the light of morning stinging his eyes. As usual, Draco was reluctant to wake. He was never the sort to leap out of bed in the morning, preferring to remain cocooned in the warmth of his blankets. The incessant beep of his enchanted alarm clock told him that the time was 7.30. He purchased the clock as a safeguard so he would no longer have to tolerate Blaise's enthusiastic wake up calls, but at this point in time Draco couldn't tell which was more annoying.

He groaned and rolled over once more, burying his face in his green silk pillow. The silk sheets slipped over the muscled plains of his ivory back. Draco cradled his head in his hands, ruffling his blonde hair as he nuzzled further into the cushions.

The beeping continued and Draco let out a throaty groan.

"Would you like me to get that for you?"

Draco's eyes snapped open and he flipped away from his pillow. Narrowing his slate grey gaze at his intruder Draco ran a nervous hand through his hair, very much aware of its tousled disarray.

"How did you get here?"

His intruder smiled indulgently.

"Well, when a mummy and a daddy love each other very much – "

"I didn't mean that." Draco snapped. He moved to sit up but was restrained by a large tanned hand on his bare chest.

"Please, don't get up." A white flash of teeth appeared as his intruder grinned wickedly down on Draco, moving over the bed to turn off the beeping clock, keeping one strong hand securely on the blonde's chest. "Allow me."

He shut off the alarm and now happened to be strategically straddling the blonde boy. Draco struggled to keep his expression stern, but really he couldn't think of a nicer way to be woken up.

"So…?" Draco looked expectantly up at his visitor, caressing the other boy's handsome features with his eyes. His visitor was still grinning down at Draco, the bronzed hand on his chest moving slowly across his torso, a feather light touch sending shivers across Draco's chest.

"So." His visitor leaned forward, his face close to the blonde's. "Feel like waking up yet?"

"No." Draco pouted, inviting the advances of his morning visitor. The other boy leaned closer, his face a mere centimetre away from Draco's.

"How about now?" His hot breath ghosted over Draco's skin, warming his lips. Draco's expression turned sultry. He slowly shook his head, tickling his visitor's nose with the haywire arrangement of his white blonde fringe.

"No." He replied, teasing his caller. He moved his lips against the tanned skin above him, so close they were to one another.

His visitor dropped his neck down and planted a deep languishing kiss on Draco's soft lips. The kiss was slow and lingering, tongue tracing the line of Draco's bottom lip, teeth grazing across it as the tongue slipped inside his mouth. Draco happily reciprocated, kissing back furiously, his pace fast where his visitor was slow.

The other boy drew back from the kiss, moving past Draco's jaw and down to his neck, kissing along the path of soft white skin. Draco shuddered, leaning in to the kiss, his neck particularly sensitive. Again his visitor stopped and drew away.

"How about now? Will you wake up love?"

Draco growled deep in his throat and grabbed his visitor's shirt, dragging his fingers through the material. With his arms entwined around his lover he pulled him further down on top of him.

"No. You go to sleep." He told his guest.

"But I don't want to sleep love." His guest told him in a sing-song voice. The look expressed in his lover's vibrant green eyes told Draco that he had other things in mind.

"Well," Draco looked coyly away for a moment, biting his lip. "If you don't want to sleep …"

The intruder grinned down at his blonde boyfriend. Flipping the silk blankets from Draco's body and joining him, he slid under the covers, pressing against Draco's smooth skin. As his hands roamed under the bed sheets Draco yelped in surprise.

"Aw, well I'm not sleeping love." The intruder grinned, nuzzling into his boyfriend's neck. His hands slid further down in the sheets. "But you can sleep." He whispered gruffly to his bed mate. "I don't mind. Just ignore me, I'm not even here."

Draco squirmed as his lover touched him beneath the sheets. Draco rolled his eyes as he attempted to ignore his insatiable partner.

"Ignore you." Draco mumbled. "And how exactly –"

His sentence was cut off by a wave of pleasure as his lover's hands reached their goal.

The tanned boy grinned his wolfish grin. "Awake yet?"

"Gods! Fine, I'm awake!" Draco groaned, stroking his partner's black messy hair with frantic speed.

"I knew you weren't really sleeping." The green eyes of Draco's lover flicked mischievously to meet eyes of grey. He then ducked under the blankets, laughing, still touching Draco beneath the sheets.

"Harry." Draco panted. "Don't ever wake me up again."

"Ha!" Harry's muffled laughter sounded from under the covers. "You love it."

And as much as Draco hated to admit it, he did love it. For now.