Harry was only dimly aware of flinging his glasses to the carpet. It was around 3 in the morning, and a blizzard raged outside, for all he could see out of the glazed-glass window. He ripped off his shirt and allowed his jet pants to be shredded by the fingernails of Draco Malfoy, who clawed at Potter's leather-clad hips with an unquenchable need. The Slytherin boy writhed beneath Harry's touch, whimpering as his cold, death-white skin was unveiled, released under the hot, dark touch of Harry. The Gryffindor's black hair fell in curls before his face, jade eyes glinting with a drunken emotion as he observed the ghost-like porcelain, spread out upon the red and gold woollen bedspread beneath him. It was like magic.

Draco mumbled something, before lidding his eyes, a hand diving to his pants. Harry caught the hand and replaced it next to the gold pillow, pressing it down with his own into the warm mattress. Draco gave a grunt in his throat, eyes flying open, and bucked against Harry, needing the intimacy. Harry grinned and caught the Slytherin's peach lips with his magenta, nibbling, sucking, sliding. His fingers caught at Draco's fly and yanked down the zipper. Draco had gone commando, it seemed, as a cock was flung free and immediately nestled into Harry's palm.

"You know I'll have to kill you for this, Potter," Draco whispered hoarsely, pushing his hips upwards, trying to match the rhythm of Harry's wristwork.
"Stop moving and shut the fuck up, Malfoy," Harry smirked, before letting his lips fall upon Draco's bared neck.
"Don't stop, don't stop...please..oh... fuck," Draco murmured, trying to control the frantic movements of his hips.
Harry suddenly gave a curse as Draco manouvered himself into a better position, the Slytherin's feet managing to remove Harry's pants with some very nimble ankle work. Gryffindor boxers followed the pants. Tarnished skin on pallid white, the rivals panted and squirmed, cursed, sucked and roared against one another. Harry gave a sudden panicked hiss, cursing in Parseltongue, his shoulder blades damp, as he gave way to an orgasm, soiling Draco's navel. The Slytherin didn't last much longer. Harry collapsed onto Draco, more from the aftershock of what he'd done, rather than exhaustion. His wrist throbbed, almost as a rebuke.

He heard a bitter laugh from beneath his chest and a nipple was suddenly seized between two perfect, small white teeth. Draco Malfoy moved from the chest to the neck and nuzzled his nose into Harry's warmth. All the Gryffindor could do was bite down his witty remark and embrace the newfound affection. They fell asleep scrotum to scrotum.