Warnings: Slash sexual content (not too graphic though)

A/N: Technically this is a sequel to the first drabble but I think this story can also stand on its own. Enjoy.

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Draco stretched like a cat, yawning as threw off the covers of their bed. He swung his legs over the side and glanced at the clock. It was 7 am.

Faint rustling sounds from the direction of their master bathroom told him that Harry was still there. Draco smiled and pushed off of the bed. He spelled their bed back into proper order before padding his way down to the bathroom where he peeked in at his lover who left the door slightly ajar.

Harry has drying his hair over the sink, first with his towel and then with a quick wandless flick of the wrist. Harry turned and smiled as he saw the door crack open wider and watched the blonde step into the doorway.

"Good morning." He said, reaching towards Draco, placing his palm on the back of the blonde's neck and pulling Draco towards him. They kissed, gently and unhurriedly.

They parted. "Good morning minister." Draco said playfully even batting his eyes lashes daintily, knowing how Harry disliked the moniker and yet found it undeniably sexy whenever Draco addressed him as such.

They stood before the mirror, naked as the day they were born, with Draco standing behind the hero. Harry reached forward to grab the hair product on the counter but as his fingers curled over the plastic tube, Draco touched his wrist and whispered into his ear. "Let me."

Harry did not protest as the tube was taken from his hand. Draco spread a generous amount on his palm, rubbed his hands together and began working it into Harry's dark tresses. Harry moaned at the feel of the blonde's gentle ministrations. He titled his head and kissed Draco who eagerly kissed back.

Draco pressed up against the boy-who-lived (now the man-who-lived) kissing him passionately even as his hands went on with their task. They parted after long minutes and both surveyed Draco's work. Impeccable as usual.

Harry's hair was mussed slightly to give it a tousled look without being too messy or sexy, a style appropriate for the most powerful man in wizarding Britain.

Harry could feel the hardness pressed up against him even as Draco said. "You better hurry up. You're going to be late."

"The minister is never late." Harry smiled mischievously his eyes locking with the reflection of Draco's grey orbs. Harry placed his hands on the counter and leaned forward provocatively.

"Mmm?" Draco hummed absent mindedly, his gaze devouring the sight Harry's lovely ass. He placed his pale hands on the mounds of flesh and parted them slightly.

Harry pushed his hips back until he felt Draco's member press up against the crease of his ass. He watched as the blonde's face watched attentively how their bodies moved against each other, seeking sensuous friction.

Draco's pale hands moved from their comfortable perch, up to Harry's hips and even further up to his torso caressing until he reached little pinkish-brown nubs. Their hips moved together in practiced synchronicity as they bent over the counter's surface, Draco's chest pressed up against Harry's back.

Harry tilted his head to the side and they kissed. Pale hands began moving again, one positioned himself for the culmination of their lovemaking and the other moved to grasp Harry's cock.

Draco entered Harry slowly until he was fully seated. They took a moment to take it all in and even glanced at their reflection in the mirror. Draco's reflection winked at Harry, who grinned up at his lover ferally. Draco thrust, a quick, sudden and powerful movement that turned Harry's grin into a lovely O-shape as his green eyes retreated behind fluttering eyelids. They made love leisurely prolonging and heightening the pleasure of the other as long as they could before they reached their completion. Harry first and then Draco who then slumped over his lover's sweat slicked back, pressing the minister into the counter.

Harry felt Draco's spent cock slip out of him wetly. He closed his eyes enjoying the warmth and weight of the man above him. His hands reached behind him to caress the back of Draco's firm thighs, stroking lovingly. Draco hummed with approval before standing and helping Harry to stand. Harry turned and faced his lover. He leaned his weight on the counter behind him and smiled. Draco smiled back.

"Happy Birthday Draco."