Title: Dreaming
Summary: The prompt was "rimming, bottom!draco" from an anon.
AN: God bless us every one
The opportunity was impossible for Harry not to take.
After the both of them had come home exhausted and collapsed onto the bed from separate yet similarly awful days at work, Harry and his boyfriend had barely spoken a few sentences to each other before they fell asleep.
Harry—as usual—was the first to wake late on that Saturday afternoon in the aftermath of their collapse to an unusual predicament.
Draco had drifted off with his arms wrapped tightly around a pillow with his trousers and belt still on, lying in a heap of exhaustion on his stomach. Harry felt a little throb of sympathy for him.
After removing the glasses he'd accidentally fallen asleep in, Harry decided it was time to help out his slumbering lover. Draco hated waking up with those indents everyone got from falling asleep with tight clothes on, and Harry would much rather see him out of the pants anyway.
Wriggling down to get eye-level with Draco's waist, Harry gently slipped a hand beneath Draco to undo his belt buckle.
Even in his sleep, Draco was eager to get naked. He made a soft noise, lifting his hips up while he dreamt of Harry so that the actual Harry could slowly snake his belt out of the loops and toss it onto the floor.
Harry chuckled softly as he pulled Draco's trousers down, all of the little noises escaping Draco in his sleep going right to Harry's morning erection.
He carefully kept Draco in that limbo between the dreaming and waking world as Harry removed the tight, constricting pants from the sacrilege they were committing by covering up such beautiful and long legs before finally ridding Draco of them entirely.
It was a firm belief of Harry's that Draco looked irresistible in any position, but the way his pale skin caught the sunrise through their curtains and let it drip down his back was particularly beautiful. Harry leaned over him to kiss that back.
Draco let out a soft, happy sigh and readjusted himself on his stomach to get in a more comfortable position once his legs were freed up.
Harry watched him squirm in his sleep with a predatory grin, noticing Draco's own stiff cock covered up by his boxers.
Those would have to go, too.
Harry hooked his fingers around the sides and slid them down Draco's legs, kissing his upper thighs once every inch of Draco's alabaster body was exposed.
Harry's eyes travelled along the curve of his arse, and every other rise and fall in Draco's shape with an overwhelming world of possibilities. He could wake this vulnerable Draco up any way he wanted to.
Thoughts crowding his mind that made the bulge between his own legs twitch, Harry absentmindedly thumbed at Draco's arse, giving it a squeeze that made Draco moan into his pillow.
That was when he knew what he would do.
With care not to disturb the peaceful look on Draco's face, Harry spread Draco's legs open wider on top of their mocha bedsheets.
He continued the kisses on Draco's thigh only for a moment before going for what he really wanted.
Harry's tongue found its way to Draco's relaxed arsehole, lapping at the puckered rim. Harry's hands found their way to Draco's hips, assuring he would keep Draco still while he was being pleasured.
Harry licked a languid stripe up Draco's arse, nipping at the top of one of his cheeks when he heard Draco groan and try to shift in the bed before Harry went back to burying himself between Draco's parted thighs.
Draco's body tensed and relaxed with each prod of Harry's tongue before his lips planted down around Draco's arsehole and started to suck.
"Harry," Draco murmured out against his pillow. He was right in that haze between sleeping and waking up, and knowing there was a gorgeous man snogging his arse only made Draco want to stay in the moment and slow down his actual waking up.
Draco rocked his hips back with a whimper when Harry pulled off leaving a suction bruise. Swirling his tongue around the edges of it, Harry couldn't help but rut his own hard-on against the sheets.
"Harry," Draco mumbled again, slightly more conscious than he was before. "Harry."
The encouragement was enough to get Harry's hand wrapped around Draco's cock while he ate him out.
Trapped in a state of complete bliss, Draco pushed his hips in a steady rhythm to get the best of Harry's mouth and his hand. He knew he wouldn't last long in the morning and wanted to soak up the affection while could.
"Harry," Draco said, louder this time. "That all you got?"
"Prat," Harry snickered against Draco's warm, wet skin before moving his free hand up against Draco's pink hole.
It was just what Draco was looking for. "Come on," he groaned, urging Harry to use the spit coating his arse to push a finger inside him.
"So demanding."
Harry was all too happy to comply, though. He pushed his index finger in past the smooth rings of muscle, other hand tightening around Draco's prick to keep him groaning.
Draco continued his rocking motion, taking more and more of Harry's finger in him while Harry's tongue still lapped against his filled hole.
"Make me come," Draco whined, fingers digging into the pillow beneath him.
Never one to disappoint, Harry set out to do just that.
He pumped his hand along Draco's length even faster, keeping it in time with the finger inside Draco. The rising moans, the crescendo of Draco's breathing, all of it was so deliciously familiar and never, ever boring no matter how many times Harry heard it.
Harry bit the soft flesh around Draco's arse, getting one last whimpering rise out of him before Draco's toes curled under and he made a mess on their sheets that Draco had picked out in some furniture store or another.
"Like that?" Harry asked innocently and retracted his finger.
Draco let out a content noise from the bottom of his throat before turning over to face Harry. "I was thinking more along the lines of 'love that'."
With a smile, Harry kissed his hipbone. "Good."
"Now, there's another matter we have to resolve."
"What matter?"
"Of how I'm going to make you come," Draco smirked as he sat up, lips greeting Harry's for the first time that day with kisses and devotion.