La Petite Morte
Harry clawed at Draco's shoulders as his climax overtook him.
Draco wasn't far behind. He growled as his hips slammed forward erratically, before throwing his head back and moaning deep in his throat as he came into his lover.
They laid together in each other's arms, hearts beating wilding, trying to catch their breaths.
"How was it?"
Draco chuckled breathlessly, "I think I died a little."
