Warnings: relatively explicit man on man sex... if you don't like it, what the hell are you doing here hmm? get the frick out! ;)

"I… I…" Harry spluttered, unable to form any coherent thought. What Malfoy was doing here, what they were doing here, was wrong. He couldn't breathe. If he let Malfoy have his way with him, he'd be admitting defeat. He'd be admitting the fact that his marriage was a failure. That he was giving up. He couldn't.

But…

Malfoy did have a point. It wasn't like Ginny would find out. And anyway, Harry was only doing his job. He was paid for. He cringed inwardly at this thought. What was the world coming to? Where Draco Malfoy would pay him for sexual favours? When the hell had this come to light?

"You don't have to say a word," Malfoy soothed, pressing a hand to Harry's protesting mouth as he began to squirm under the blond's touch. "I have plans for you. Plans I've only dreamt of for years. Will you take me, Potter?"

Harry swallowed thickly, trying desperately to decipher this double entendre through the haze of his mind. "T-take you how?" he choked, feeling foolish and virginal and oh so like a child- an unknowing naïve child.

"However. You. Like," Malfoy replied, his fingers trailing their way across Harry's body. "I can give you some starting points," he purred, leaning ever closer to Harry. Too close for comfort in fact. No. Comfort wasn't an issue. It was the fact that he wanted it that was an issue. He wanted to feel Malfoy there, his hands tugging unabashedly at his prick through his jeans. Because god knew Ginny hadn't pleasured him like that in… well… more than a year, if he thought about it. And even when she had, he hadn't felt… well, satisfied. He chalked it up to being too tired for sex. What with work and then the kids…

James would be off to Hogwarts in a year. The house would be quieter. One less reason to linger in a dead end marriage. He could honestly admit to himself he only stayed for the children. James. Albus. Lily. He loved them. And thought they ought to have their father around. So what he was doing with Malfoy was wro…

So fucking good.

He let a moan slide from his lips unbidden as Malfoy pressed himself flush against him. He was so close, all his aristocratic features were a blur, swirling into one another. But there was a nose- he could feel the tip nuzzled gently into the contours between his own and what gave way to his cheek. There was a breath, slow and warm and smelling of strong coffee laced with dark chocolate, possibly expensive and possibly Belgian if he knew Malfoy's tastes.

"You like that, do you Potter?" he inquired, his breath ghosting against Harry's ear. He heaved a bodily shudder at the sensation. Malfoy's arm had come up once more to wrap around his neck. Very intimate and very romantic. All the same, Harry ached for that hand to return to his crotch. He let out a low whine at the loss of contact, but that could be easily remedied as Malfoy pulled his face back to brandish scheming smirk.

His other hand snaked down behind him to grip firmly at Harry's backside. Harry let out a yelp at the new contact but soon found himself closer to Malfoy than ever. And there was friction…

Oh god…

"What do you say we get you out of these clothes, eh, Potter?" Malfoy sneered, nipping absently at his neck. Harry groaned in reply, his mind now too hazed to even respond to verbal questioning. All he knew was that he didn't want this to end. "Bed it is, Potter. Come along."

"No," Harry's voice was moaning, his head thrown back to expose his neck. "No. Here. Now."

This very plea had such a spectacular effect on Malfoy's body as he felt an undeniable, painful, restricting straining stiffness down low. He let out a responding moan. "My my," he choked out between gasping thrusts. "Desperate, are we?"

"Hmm…" Harry sighed as that glorious rub continued. "God. Just… fuck me."

Malfoy let out a strained guffaw at this. "Down on your knees, Potter." His demand was rough and insistent with a quirk of an eyebrow that meant business.

Harry spluttered but did as he was told, slipping down onto the floor before him. He gazed up at Malfoy imploringly, the man looking far taller from above him at this angle. The blond leered, reaching down to grip Harry's hands and aggressively placed them upon his belt buckle. "Undo me, Potter. Undo all of me."

Harry's throat closed up as he fumbled with Malfoy's belt loop. His thumbs ached as the metal cut into him, seemingly unwilling to cooperate. Malfoy rolled his eyes, whipping his wand out of his pocket. With a flick, the belt slid away, freeing Harry to unbutton Malfoy's form hugging brown pleated trousers. Harry sat back on the balls of his feet, mouth agape.

Malfoy sighed. "Do I have to do everything myself?" His hands found Harry's again and a tingling rush swept over the brunet in one fell blow. His head was spinning. Malfoy pressed Harry's hands in his to the button that would release him. Again, Harry fumbled. But this time, the catch fell away and down came the zipper at will. His breath caught as he found his hands press against either side of Malfoy's slender hips, slipping the restricting fabric down and away, to pool around his ankles.

A round of slow, sarcastic applause rang out somewhere above him. Malfoy languidly stepped away from his fallen trousers and pulled Harry up with him. He caught the man by the collar and his lips followed, crashing down hard on that gaping mouth. Harry, too shocked to comprehend what was happening to him, remained utterly passive throughout the kiss until Malfoy's tongue darted out to taste him. Teeth followed and he was biting, clamping down on Harry's bottom lip, demanding reciprocation.

Harry responded with a start, finally finding courage to return the searing kiss. Malfoy's hands worked expertly on divesting Harry of his shirt, tearing where they had to. The rush of air around his naked torso told him it was unfair that he not have the sanctity of warmth of Malfoy's equally naked chest. With less expert hands, he boldly unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it away in order to press himself once more flush against Malfoy.

Malfoy's mouth wandered as Harry moaned, losing his inhibitions and self control. This. This was what he had been begging for for years. The passion… The intensity… the… oh god!

Somehow, amongst the distraction of kisses, Malfoy's skilled hands had divested him of his jeans and he was tugging unabashedly but methodically at his now very naked and exposed prick. Harry gasped, bucking against those perfect hands.

Time seemed to become none existent after that. Hands roamed every which way. Through mussed hair, across long lean muscle, squeezing those unmentionable places that oh god damn it so needed to be squeezed…

Harry cried out when Malfoy's long fingers breeched him. Malfoy took no notice as he pumped, ever a sneer on his face. Like he knew what he was doing. In the back of his mind, Harry considered how obvious it was now why Malfoy would divorce so soon after his marriage. He obviously had experience in this department. A thrill of envy rushed through him at the very thought of Malfoy being with other men. Doing this with other men.

Nothing prepared him for the fullness of his waiting and open channel as Malfoy finally settled himself inside him. He felt those lips press themselves against the crook of his neck before he pulled out almost completely and slammed hard back against Harry's hips. And so it went.

They lay there, sometime afterward, spent and replete, unable to comprehend everything they had just experienced. Together. Malfoy's head dropped against Harry's chest, equal parts soaked with sweat as one another. Harry liked the way that white blond hair, now darkened and sticky with sweat felt there, pressed against him. He ran his fingers through it, marveling at what he'd been missing for the past ten years.

"Why?" was his first question when he finally caught his breath. "Why now?"

Malfoy took his time to mull over his answer. He pursed his lips, drawing languid circles against Harry's collar bone with the tip of his finger. "Hmm… because after the war, it seemed life was too short not to live a little. To have what I wanted. My family wanted something of me that I didn't want for myself. So I vowed that I would do away with all that. Here, my mother has gone away to travel and my father is after my neck. I finally have the chance to do whatever the fuck I want. And funnily enough, it's you."

"For how long?"

"For as long as you'll have me." There was a tone in Malfoy's voice that seemed to do away with all the past rivalries and snarky comments and fist fights and duels… Here, there was compassion in his voice. There was a soft clarity to it that made Harry's chest heave. Maybe Malfoy had changed.

"Same time tomorrow then?" Harry smirked, a feeling deep in his chest he had not experience since his Hogwarts glory days.

"Sounds perfect."

A/N: I just wanna say thanks so much to all the followers! I'm oh so new at this so the support is veddy exciting and yay! you guys rock! But you know what? You guys would rock even more if you do some R&R and I'm not talking rest and relaxation... although that sounds like an excellent idea and i'd recommend that too. ;)