Harry awoke with a start, sweat pouring down his face. Even after all these years, he instinctively put his hand up to his scar, expecting pain. However, he had not felt pain in his scar ever since he had defeated Lord Voldemort. He turned over and tried to get to sleep, but a movement behind him in his bed prevented any such luck. Harry felt slender, pale hands reach round and run teasingly down his chest, stopping at the waistband of his shorts.
Harry turned to face Draco. His blonde hair reflected the moonlight beautifully, and he stopped to admire the sight before him.
"Having trouble sleeping?" Whispered Draco, his aroused state extremely apparent in his tone of voice.
"I could ask you the same thing, you seem to haveā¦" Harry paused. "A lot on your mind.". He stared into Draco's silvery-grey eyes, and before he could stop himself, Harry launched into a passionate kiss, one which Draco made no attempt to halt. He could feel himself growing hard rapidly, and his breathing grew heavier.
Draco knew he had done all that was necessary to get what he wanted, and slowly reaching down into Harry's shorts, began to tenderly, lovingly, stroke his now rock hard shaft. Harry broke the kiss only for a moment, sighing with the pleasure he was experiencing. Then, Draco stopped, and briefly kissed Harry again. He kissed his neck, his chest, his stomach, his navel, before reaching his crotch.
He teasingly ran his tongue along the length of the shaft, giving the throbbing head a little flick. Harry began to moan, which only increased in volume when Draco took him into his mouth. He took his time to enjoy Harry's taste, slowly moving down, taking in more and more as he went until Harry's manhood hit the back of his throat. He repeated this motion, gradually building up a rhythm, listening to the noises his lover was making and using them as guidance. Harry started playing with Draco's hair, running his hands through it. He had always loved how soft Draco's hair was, it was like running your hands over silk.
Right now though, it was Draco's soft lips Harry was most grateful for, as he slowly began to increase in tempo, taking Harry all the way into his throat. Before long, Harry began breathing heavily, and was grabbing the covers and gripping them tightly. Draco, spurred on by these actions, stopped halfway down and gazed lovingly into Harry's eyes, albeit only for a moment, as he got back to work, at a faster rate than before.
Harry was so close, he could feel the anticipation building deep in his gut and crotch. He was overwhelmed by the incredible sensations he was experiencing, and throwing his head back, letting out a loud groan, everything that had been built up exploded like a time bomb that had been waiting to go off. He felt himself spasm as he released into Draco's mouth, who revelled in the satisfaction of having driven Harry over the edge. He enjoyed his taste for a few moments before swallowing to clear his mouth. Looking up at Harry with a mischievous grin, he crawled back up the bed and planted a passionate kiss on Harry's lips.
"Sleep tight." Draco said softly with a wink. As Harry was drifting off to sleep, he could still hear himself breathing heavily.
'I should struggle to stay asleep more often' he thought to himself with a smile.
