A/N: My very first Harry/Draco fic! My friend is absolutely in love love love love love (I would continue but I think you get the point) with this pairing…and it kind of rubbed off on me. I wanted to keep this short because it is more of an experimental stage for me with this pairing. Do enjoy…
Harry's thin fingers grazed the solid jaw of the other man's face, the soft pads of his fingertips sliding gently against the smooth, milky skin, caressing it as cautiously and yet as brutally as he could. He could feel the sizzle of electric desire that crackled through his yearning body; he shivered with delight as it travelled through him, drifting across his chest and descending. His lips quirked upward in something akin to a smile as their faces inched closer toward each other. He could feel the warm breath of the other man ghosting across his flushed skin. He lowered his hand, sliding it down the man's side and grasping his hips roughly. Soon, there was only a sliver of light between their bodies, that sliver was too much for the both of them.
Harry ceased his hasty movements as his lips approached the other's. He stared with pleasure into the man's eyes, his dazzling green orbs staring endlessly into the overwhelming silver of Draco's.
"Now?" Harry asked, his voice a husky pant, the question more of a plea than a query.
"Now," Draco nodded, his thin lips grinning with longing and anticipation.
Their lips crushed together then, smashing and devouring all that they could. Their necks craned to keep their mouths together as they began to shed their garments. Harry's nimble fingers quickly removed Draco's clothing, as Draco fumbled with Harry's bulky cloak. After a moment that felt like an eternity, they were together. Their bare bodies were pressed against each other, and the light was no longer there.
A fire erupted within them as they collided, their shared desire and yearning bringing them together when they thought that everything and anything was attempting to tear them apart. They basked in the heat, writhing within the flames and crashing with each thrust.
They gave in; they gave up everything, laying all cards on the table, no hand left unturned. And as they collided, each part of their bodies melding together like this was what they were always meant for, they knew, they knew that nothing could tear them apart, not ever.
A fire crackled by the hearth on which they lay, their laboured breaths coming in exhausted pants. "I told you," Harry murmured, shattering the silence.
"Told me what?" Draco asked in a low voice, a taunting hiss of delight that danced across Harry's exposed body with the reflection of the flames.
"I told you I knew how to pick my friends," he whispered, and Draco smiled, his once cold eyes dancing with a bright new hope, and a bright new love.
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