While hanging out with Neville and Draco was nice, and they could comfortably sit around for hours talking in the front room of Harry's sleeping quarters, hanging out with just Draco was even better. Not that Harry didn't value Neville's friendship, but he was still reveling in being able to touch and kiss and cuddle with Draco whenever he felt like it - provided, of course, that they were in private.
When Neville announced he'd better head off somewhat late on a Friday, Harry and Draco had continued talking for a few more hours quietly in the dim light of the fire. They had been sitting quite close with Neville there - even with Draco's arm around Harry's shoulders - but now he was practically curled in Draco's lap. They were currently talking about the newest firebolt as compared to the Nimbus brand, which was trying to keep up, and Draco was absentmindedly running his fingers through Harry's hair as he spoke. And then he wasn't.
Honestly Harry had been paying more attention to the nice feeling of having his hair played with than the actual conversation, and he frowned. Draco apparently did not notice and continued talking, so Harry nudged his hand with his cheek and the speech paused.
"What?"
"You stopped. Keep petting my hair."
Draco leaned down and kissed him chastely. "You're ridiculous, you know."
Harry just nudged his hand again with his face, and he was closing his eyes in contentment as the petting resumed, when something about Draco's expression changed. His eyes lit up with a trademark mischievous grin that Harry had learned to be wary of. He closed his eyes regardless; he'd also learned there was nothing he could do to weasel out what was going through that mind or to stop whatever plan was forming.
The hand in his hair slowed a bit and started to massage his scalp. Harry made an appreciative noise and then there was another hand stroking slowly up his arm, backtracking occasionally, but ultimately heading upward. Both off the hands moved to his chest to stroke over his torso up and down and back up. He felt a shift beneath him and then both hands on his jaw and a kiss on his forehead.
Harry grinned, still resolutely keeping his eyes closed. So this was what Draco was up to. Maybe he didn't always have to be so wary.
Another kiss was dropped on a cheekbone, then one on his nose, then an eyebrow, chin, eyelid, and another and another until his face was being peppered with kisses. After holding the laughter in for quite a while, a giggle finally slipped past his lips and he opened his eyes to see Draco grinning down at him. Harry straightened up and and grabbed Draco by the face to kiss him properly.
"That tickles you know. Not fair to play on weaknesses," he murmured against Draco's lips.
"Who said anything about fair?" Draco murmured back, kissing him soundly to avoid further rebuttal.
After a few minutes however, there was a bit of a problem. Draco pulled back.
"Love, not that I'm not enjoying this, but I can't feel my leg."
Harry looked down to see that he indeed had his entire weight on one of Draco's legs.
"Sorry," he laughed, and uncurled himself the rest of the way, settling himself so he straddled Draco's lap.
"Better?"
Draco grabbed him by the hips and pulled him in even closer, shifting up his own hips so that they were flush against each other. "Hard to complain."
"I'll bet," Harry replied a bit breathlessly, which undermined the intended wryness of the words. No matter though, as it was beginning to look like there wouldn't be any more words spoken for a while.
Harry was interrupted (quite a while later) from his attentions on Draco's neck by a sharp squeeze of hands on his waist.
"Hmm? Did I hurt you?"
"No," Draco interrupted himself to press a languorous kiss to Harry's mouth. "It's just that it's really late and I should probably be going back to my room," he said with obvious regret.
"It's Friday night. No classes tomorrow."
"I think you'll find it's already a handful of hours into Saturday, sweet, and I should probably change robes before going to breakfast."
Harry chewed his lip for a moment debating whether he should offer. "Stay over? We could skip breakfast and sleep today."
Draco paused. "Yeah? You're sure?"
Harry shrugged. "Why not?"
"While not the most enthusiastic response, I'll take it," he paused again and tutted. "Potter, just trying to get me into your bed."
Harry slid his hands down Draco's sides and whispered in his ear. "Well I'm certainly not complaining." He traced his tongue over the shell of Draco's ear, eliciting a shiver.
"Bed?"
"Bed," Harry agreed, getting up and holding out a hand to pull Draco up from the couch.
Once in the bedroom, Draco pushed Harry back onto the bed and climbed on top of him, positively snogging the sense out of him. Oh. Perhaps it hadn't been what Harry was expecting, but he was not remotely disappointed.
He found himself unable to control his hands as they roved Draco's body, clutching and stroking, sliding under the light robes to grasp at more skin. For all that Harry's hands were roving, Draco's certainly weren't any better. The blonde gave Harry's mouth a rest, only to move to his jaw. His fingertips brushed the inside of Harry's thigh.
"Okay?" Draco asked.
Harry nodded "Yeah," he breathed.
Draco's hand traced over Harry's body as he continued his ministrations on Harry's jaw. Harry's eyes shut and he let out a ragged breath as Draco's hand squeezed experimentally over his boxers.
"Yes," Harry rolled his hips forward into Draco's hand, which rewarded him with another squeeze.
Draco moved to the waistband of his boxers.
"Is this okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. Let's ditch these bloody robes though."
Draco sat back, efficiently undid the top clasp and yanked his robes over his head, tossing them to the floor, and looking at Harry expectantly. Harry had not gotten very far at all with removing his own robes, as he found himself taking in Draco's form. There was so much skin - he was completely bare besides his boxers, and he was breathtaking. He traced a hand down Draco's chest and looked up to meet his eyes.
"Perhaps you need some more time subject to me rather than this set up," he gestured to Draco on top of him.
"Take the stupid robes off, and you might get some domineering in."
"I resent the implications of that wording," Harry responded whilst he was pulling the robes over his head.
"Really?" Draco asked as his hand slipped into Harry's boxers and gave him a long slow stroke before running his thumb over the head.
Harry bit his lip and replied with effort. "I suppose...this arrangement will do for the time being-" He cut the words slightly short with a moan, as Draco nibbled and sucked his nipple and gave his hand a slight twist as he stroked.
Harry had succumbed almost completely to sensation because, well, it had been a while since he'd gotten off and Merlin it felt good. His fingers flexed as he ran his hands over Draco's shoulders and back, digging in when a particular wave of feelings would wash over him.
When Draco's hand started to speed up, Harry tugged on his shoulders and he looked up. "Kiss me."
Draco moved up a few inches to reach his face and kissed the corner of his mouth. When Harry turned his head in an attempt to catch his lips, Draco brushed his lips right under Harry's. Harry made a noise of frustration and Draco grinned.
"What?" He asked, as he squeezed his hand briefly tighter.
"Nnnh, you know what. Kiss me properly."
"Now that doesn't sound like you really mean it."
"Please."
"That's slightly better."
"Draco, please fucking kiss me properly," Harry said desperately, and Draco finally complied. He felt lightheaded and as if there wasn't enough air, but instead of seeing it as a reason to pull back and breathe deeply, he ignored it and kissed Harry more fervently. Harry's hips began bucking up erratically into Draco's hand and his own hips increased their speed rolling against Harry's thigh. With a final few emphatic bucks, Harry moaned into Draco's mouth and came. Draco slowly stroked him through it and ceased the movement of his hips on Harry's thigh.
Gently, he placed slow, careful kissed down Harry's jaw and neck, and his eyes fluttered open.
"Fuck." He whispered appreciatively.
"Eloquent," Draco commented.
"Yeah, well, you knew what you were getting with me." He slid a hand through Draco's hair and down his back. "I take it you still have a problem you'd like me to solve?"
Draco's inhaled sharply as Harry nudged his thigh forward into his hard on.
"If you would be so kind," he replied curtly.
"Mm, but is it really kindness if I'm benefitting from it?" Harry asked as he snaked a hand down to grab Draco's arse and grind his thigh against Draco's cock.
"Ah- I really don't care at this point."
"Good." Harry waved a hand and magicked away the mess he'd made, causing Draco to blink slowly in satisfaction.
"You have no idea what it does to me when you do wandless."
"Really? I'll have to keep that in mind." Harry flipped them so that Draco laid on his back. He tugged on Draco's boxers lightly. "May I?"
Draco nodded and he slid them off, carefully pulling the waistband over his likely desperately sensitive cock without touching. He wrapped his hand firmly around the base, and Draco expected him to move up how Draco had been to kiss his face or chest, but Harry stayed where he was. Slowly, as he began to stroke, he trailed his tongue up along Draco's hip bone and then down into the divot next to it. Draco watched, mesmerised, as Harry pressed open mouthed kisses all along his hips and the tops of his thighs. Finally he lifted his head and stilled his hand, grinning crookedly.
"This okay?" he asked, and Draco felt his hot breath spill over his cock. He could only make a noise of assent and nod.
Harry lowered his head and licked a long stripe from base to tip and Draco groaned. Looking back up to Draco, he circled the head with his tongue and then closed his mouth over it entirely, sliding down a couple of inches and sucking.
Draco's hand tightened in Harry's hair - he didn't even know when his hand had gotten there, but he wasn't sure he could let go if he tried. Harry bobbed his head, and tried to make up for what he couldn't fit in his mouth with his hand. As far as Draco was concerned, this was turning out to be the best night of his life. Harry nicked him a couple of times with his teeth, but oh it was so bloody worth it. He tried to warn Harry to pull off when he was about to come, but Harry only redoubled his efforts, tipping Draco over the edge and swallowing. Draco's vision blurred, and he swore he could only feel the good, good feeling rushing through him and nothing else.
He closed his eyes, and slowly his senses began to return. He could hear his own heart thundering in his chest, and feel Harry's hands sliding over his skin soothingly. His limbs felt heavy, and he made half hearted grabby hands, hoping Harry would understand what he wanted. He did not. Draco sighed and opened his eyes, sitting up slightly to make more clear grabby hands, and Harry looked at him questioningly.
"Get up here."
Harry complied, and Draco kissed him deeply, rolling them so that they faced each other on their sides.
"Glad you stayed?"
"Mhmm," Draco hummed and kissed him again, but was interrupted by a yawn.
"Ugh, I'm so tired, but I want to keep kissing you. This isn't fair," Draco complained, tucking his head against Harry's chest.
Harry merely stroked Draco's back soothingly with one hand, and ran his fingers through his hair with the other, knowing they would fall asleep soon regardless. Draco pressed a kiss to Harry's chest, and was snoring lightly within minutes. Harry's mind was a fog, drifting slowly toward unconsciousness, but still reveling in how nice it felt to be going to bed with Draco. He thought it felt quite similar to the way treacle tart tastes: warm and thick and happy.