Frankly, We Just Don't Give a Damn
Summary: A different take on Harry's line, "I don't give a damn what your father thinks, Malfoy."
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Warnings: Boy on boy sexy times, nothing extremely graphic though
"I don't give a damn what your father thinks, Malfoy," Harry ground out as he pushed the other boy up against the wall.
Draco had never seen this side of Harry before. It was possessive and intense and, dare he say it, hot as hell. He didn't get much time to process how unbelievably hot it was for long, however, as a pair of lips collided with his.
The kiss was sloppy with far too much teeth and tongue. It was nothing like the kisses stolen between classes while hidden in the shadows of the castle. It was passionate and needy and Draco kissed back with as much intensity as Harry.
He'd just told Harry exactly what Lucius Malfoy thought of their relationship. Which wasn't much. He'd ordered Draco to discontinue seeing Gryffindor's golden boy with the lingering threat of taking matters into his own hands if his son disobeyed.
At this moment, with Harry nipping and licking at his neck, Draco wasn't even considering doing any such thing. He groaned quietly as Harry's skilled fingers lightly brushed his erection through his thin trousers.
Harry grinned darkly against Draco's skin as the boy beneath him snaked his hand into his unruly hair. Without warning, Harry thrust his hips down on Draco's and Draco let out a startled cry which quickly turned into a moan when Harry did it again. At once Draco began trying to match the rhythm set by the other boy as Harry's fingers dug into his hips surely leaving bruises.
Shakily, the Draco's hands made their way to the hem of Harry's shirt and up the back of it before he dug his fingers into the soft flesh. He continued to cry out and moan before his lips were captured in another heated kiss.
Suddenly Draco was being lifted up and, hazily, wrapped his legs around the torso of the other boy. The two made eye contact as they continued to rut against each other. Harry's pupils were blown wide open; his were eyes dark with lust. The sight made Draco moan louder as the friction between them increased.
His head fell back against the wall as Harry once again began sucking at his sensitive neck.
"Fuck, Harry. Oh gods..."
"Look at me," Harry growled, removing his lips from the place he'd been sucking. "I want to see your face when you come."
Draco lifted his head from the wall and stared directly into the emerald eyes in front of him.
Both panting, Draco felt his entire body seize up before all he saw was white light. He cried out Harry's name and that was all it took for the other boy to lose control as well.
They rode out their climaxes before Harry slowly helped Draco down. He drew the blonde in for another kiss, but this time it was gentler.
Pulling back, Draco looked intensely at his boyfriend. "You know, I really don't give a damn what my father thinks either."