Title: Better Than Sex

Rating: NC-17

Beta: simeysgirl

A/N: Sexy interlude of sorts. Written with the sole purpose of making simeysgirl smile. This is the third sexy story i have ever written ever and my first slash, so... be gentle?


"Blurrrgh!"

Draco shook his head from side to side as Harry laughed.

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad," said Harry.

Holding out the glass to Harry, Draco raised an eyebrow in a silent challenge. Harry took the offered drink, rolled his eyes and took a sup. He regretted it immediately, and rushed to the sink to spit out what was left in his mouth.

"I think I'll call that one 'Vomit In A Glass'," commented Draco idly.

Harry's tongue hung from his mouth and a shiver ran through his body in disgust. He ran the cold tap and stuck his mouth under it, hoping to rid himself of the terrible taste of the home-made cocktail.

They had been at this for an hour and a half and other than Draco's recent 'Vomit In A Glass' concoction, Harry was having a lot of fun. The sideboard in the kitchen of his house was littered with bottles, ranging from the usual spirits (vodka, whisky, gin, bandy, rum) and liqueurs (cream, coffee, toffee, chocolate, aniseed) to the more uncommon, such as almost the entire Bols liqueur range, vermouth and absinthe. They also had a wide range of soft drinks, as well more than a few condiments.

It had been Draco's idea. He and Harry had been seeing each other for a few months now and tonight Draco had turned up on Harry's doorstep with his arms full of clinking bottles and a smirk on his face.

"Okay, I concede; it is that bad," admitted Harry as he turned off the tap and turned back to face Draco.

"I think I'll refrain from using ketchup in my cocktails from now on," said Draco as he moved past Harry to pour the remainder of his failed creation down the sick.

"Good idea." Harry nodded as he grabbed a fresh glass. "What next?" He looked around at all the alcohol on offer, pondering which might make an odd, but tasty combination.

"Let's do one each this round," suggested Draco as he reached for another glass himself. "We'll have a time limit, and see who can make the most delicious cocktail."

Harry grinned at the dare and noticed how Draco's grey eyes seemed to twinkle in response.

For the next five minutes they worked silently, deliberating which ingredients to use and in what quantities. Harry decided to keep his simple by mixing a few of his favourite Bols liqueurs and topping it up with lemonade. He didn't see what Draco had put in his, but he did notice the large bottle of vermouth being the last thing he put down when their time was up.

"Chin, chin!" called Draco as he lifted his glass in a toast.

"Bottoms up!" Harry laughed as he raised his own drink.

Their glasses chinked as they touched, then they each drank.

Draco's face scrunched up as his swallowed. He held the drink up to his face and eyed the liquid in his glass, sloshing it around a little.

"Hmm, 'Could Have Been Better'," he stated clearly.

Harry took a second sip of his own drink, slapping his lips together to savour the taste as he rocked his head from side to side in contemplation before shrugging.

"'Could Have Been Worse'," he said gleefully.

Draco rolled his eyes.

"Swap," commanded Draco, holding out his drink for Harry to take.

Harry took the proffered drink and relinquished his own. He took a small mouthful, swirling it around on his tongue for a moment before swallowing, and smiled.

"I win!" he announced.

Draco was looking a bit sour, but the corners of his mouth quirked upwards as he nodded once in agreement.

"And as the winner, you are tasked with making your next cocktail even better."

"Fine," said Harry, followed by a put upon sigh.

He turned back to the bottles strewn across the counter and instantly reached for the cream liqueurs. He'd been putting off this idea, wanting to save it, and he figured now was the time. He added the chosen beverages to his glass and made a last minute decision. Looking around for the desired final addition he grinned when he spotted it and snatched it up.

"Mint sauce!" exclaimed Draco. "Are you serious, Potter? Where you not here 15 minutes ago to witness my ketchup fiasco?"

"We don't have a mint liqueur," Harry replied, shrugging.

Draco just shook his head and mumbled something along the lines of 'You're barmy'.

Once Harry had mixed the drink with a cocktail stick he looked at Draco, smiling as he took a tentative swig. As soon as the brew touched his lips and tongue Harry closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure. He had been sure this combination of drinks would taste good, but it was even better than he had imagined.

"Mmmm," hummed Harry as he placed the glass down, his eyes remaining closed. "'Better Than Sex'," he declared.

Slightly unnerved by Draco's silence, Harry slowly opened his eyes and found the other man staring at him with a look of shock and desire. After another few seconds Draco spoke.

"Even if it tastes like an orgasm in your mouth, it can not be better than sex."

Harry simply smiled and pushed the glass along the sideboard toward Draco. Raising a disbelieving eyebrow, Draco took the drink and raised it to his lips. Harry watched as Draco's eyes slid closed and his face relaxed. Although he'd stopped drinking the glass remained at his mouth. Harry wondered if he'd looked so effortlessly beautiful and uninhibited as he drank. He doubted it. Eventually Draco lowered the glass and opened his eyes to look at Harry. He had never seen such urgent longing in those eyes and it made his breath hitch.

"Impressive," acknowledged Draco, "but I can do better."

Harry froze as Draco closed the few steps between them and leaned in. He cupped Harry's face in his hands and pressed their lips together firmly. Harry closed his eyes and let out a moan as Draco's tongue slipped across his lips and eased its way inside Harry's compliant mouth. Harry could taste the cocktail, but far stronger was the urgent lust in Draco's kiss.

They stumbled backwards a few steps towards the door until Harry caught his foot on something he thought may be a tea towel. He lost his balance and grabbed hold of Draco's upper arms as they both tumbled to the floor. As his back hit the linolium Harry felt the wind knocked out of him. He opened his eyes to see Draco looking confused, as though he hadn't registered the fall. Shrugging, Draco leant down to capture Harry's lips once again.

Harry's hands seemed to move of their own accord from Draco's shoulders down his sides to grip his hips. He pulled Draco's hips downward as his pushed his own upwards, feeling their erections rub against each other through their clothing. Harry could feel Draco smirk against his lips.

"Someone's eager," purred Draco as his mouth moved across Harry's jaw.

When Draco's hands pulled at the hem of Harry's t-shirt Harry didn't hesitate. He lifted his body momentarily off the kitchen floor in order for Draco to drag the shirt over his head and discard it, before swiftly doing the same with his own.

A gasp escaped Harry as Draco's bare chest laid against his own and Draco began kissing his way down Harry's neck. His back arched and he cried out as Draco sucked at a sensitive spot on his neck before moving lower. As he reached Harry's nipples Harry found his hands reaching up and running through Draco's blond hair, tugging on it when Draco began nibbling his nipples.

Harry paid no mind as Draco's hands slipped between them to undo Harry's trousers, lost as he was in the pleasures of Draco's tongue. As Draco descended down Harry's chest and stomach, so Harry's trousers and underwear were lowered down over his hips and legs, eventually being removed entirely. Harry didn't even notice the chill from the kitchen floor, too caught up in expectantly waiting for Draco's lips to move that bit lower. Instead, Draco rose to remove his own trousers, and Harry groaned in disappointment. Draco let out a soft laugh and Harry heard him grab something off the counter then lay himself down beside Harry, naked.

Draco laid a hand on Harry's cheek and encouraged him to turn his head. Harry opened his eyes to see Draco looking back at him intently, searching Harry's face. He then smiled and leaned down to kiss Harry. Slowly, Draco's fingers began to retrace the path his lips had already taken. They gently caressed along Harry's jaw and down his neck, lightly trailing across his chest to tease his nipples. Harry pulled back and sucked in air as Draco pinched a nipple. Draco smiled lazily and Harry pulled his head down to kiss him hard, removing the smile as Draco returned the kiss.

Fingers continued to travel down Harry's body, ghosting softly over his hard penis, even as he moaned for more. He barely registered the noise of a bottle being unscrewed and the tell-tale glug-glug as liquid was poured. All Harry was concerned about was the feeling of Draco's finger as it traced gently over his hole between his spread legs.

"Draco-" called Harry softly before Draco's lips once again crashed against his own, letting out all the urgency the rest of his body craved.

Harry felt the pressure on his entrance increase as Draco's finger slowly slipped inside. Almost immediately Harry cried out and began pushing back again the intrusion, clamouring for more. Answering his unspoken plea, Draco soon added a second finger and curled them just so. Harry clawed at Draco's shoulders for something solid to hold on to as pleasure coursed through him.

As Draco continued to finger Harry, he once again worked his way down Harry's body, fervently showing his desire for Harry with his lips and tongue. This time, when Draco reached Harry's erection, he didn't pause. Harry felt his penis disappear into the soft warmth of Draco's mouth and he cried out in delight.

Before Harry had a chance to catch his breath Draco had removed both his mouth and fingers from Harry. Harry lifted his head to look questioningly down at Draco, only to see a familiar smirk on his lips as he disappeared between Harry's legs, slowly kissing, licking and nibbling his way across Harry's balls and down towards his hole. As Harry turned his head to the side before letting it fall back against the floor he caught sight of a bottle of cream liqueur off to the side just behind Draco. His laughter was impeded by the sensation of Draco's tongue and suddenly Harry wasn't sure which way was up. His arms reached above his head to grasp at the cupboard behind him to keep him grounded.

In the next minute, yet seemed like an eternity later, Draco sat up and quickly positioned himself between Harry's legs. Gazing up at him through half-closed eyes, Harry could clearly see the unbridled need in Draco's gorgeous face. It sent another jolt of desire through Harry's body and he knew he couldn't wait any longer.

"Now, Draco," he urged, pulling his knees up higher.

Draco wasted no time and Harry could soon feel the head of Draco's cock pushing against his arse and sliding inside. Harry's grip on the cupboard above his head increased and his eyes squeezed shut as he adjusted to the feeling of Draco being inside of him. It felt wonderful; he felt whole. His eyes snapped open again when he felt Draco's balls pressed against him, meaning Draco was completely inside him.

They remained like that for a few seconds; the only sound their heavy breathing. Harry wouldn't have been surprised if Draco could hear his erratic heart's beat.

Eventually Draco leaned down over Harry, kissing his lips again after what feels like an age to Harry, but was probably only minutes. As their lips and tongues moved against each other, so Draco's hips gently began to move. He rocked slowly, easing his way in and out of Harry and Harry moaned in pleasure against Draco's lips, pushing his own hips upwards in a desperate plea for more.

Moving quickly, Draco sat back up and grasped Harry's hips and began fucking Harry hard. Harry threw his head back, hitting it against the floor and not even registering the pain. Using his grip on the cupboard as leverage Harry pushed back against Draco's thrusts as much as he could. Crying out as Draco hit his prostate on almost every stroke; Harry knew he couldn't wait much longer. Releasing one of his hands, he brought it down to stroke his cock, as hard and fast as Draco was fucking him.

Harry opened his eyes and saw Draco, covered in perspiration, a look of concentrated need on his face and mouth open, but silent. That was all it took for Harry's orgasm to take hold and explode out of him. He felt Draco's thrusts stagger slightly, but remain deep as he shuddered through his own release.

"Wow," said Harry, surprised at how hoarse he sounded; he didn't remember screaming that much. "Okay, that was better than 'Better Than Sex'."

Laughing, Draco fell forward propping himself up on his elbows so as not to crush Harry. They remained like that for a few minutes, just looking at each other, until Harry closed his eyes, suddenly heavy with sleep. He moaned quietly as Draco pulled out of him and moved away.

Harry barely registered Draco encouraging him to his feet, wrapping an arm around Harry's waist and draping one of Harry's across his shoulders.

Harry hardly noticed Draco slowly lead him towards the bedroom, pulling back the covers and settling him onto the mattress.

Harry didn't realise Draco was sliding into bed beside him, gathering Harry in his arms and gently kissing his temple.

Harry wouldn't remember falling asleep peacefully snuggled close to Draco.

- End -