Draco's hands moved over Harry's exposed skin in an artful manner making the black haired mad below him released a muffled moan.
"Ah, Draco…" He groaned and pressed his face into the soft white pillow.
"There?" The Slytherin dug into one spot repeatedly, the lubricated skin slick under his fingers as he responded casually.
"Yeah," Harry panted slightly, "That feels so good, you have no idea."
"I'm sure, Pet. You really beat yourself up today." Draco chuckled. His wrists kneaded his boyfriend's shoulders. He had, earlier that day during a Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff Quidditch game, watched him get chased by bludgers left and right. Harry was almost thrown off his broom completely.
The Gryffindor grumbled, "Not my fault I ran into goal post. The bloody thing was aimed at my head!"
"Yes, Yes. You're perfect Head Boy head cannot be damaged, my little savior of the world." Draco chuckled again, he loved teasing his lover. It was most amusing.
"You're just jealous." If Harry had anything else to say it was forgotten where a long low moan took its place.
"Knot?" Draco asked, he assumed a yes when a louder moan left the others pretty mouth. The blond softly massaged the even softer skin. He wanted to go into healing, so he had access to oils; all different kinds too.
"Dra~gon?" Harry whispered through pants.
"Uh-huh?"
"Thank you." He sighed and closed his eyes.
Draco smiled softly, fondly, as he bent over a placed a kiss on Harry's cheek, "You're very welcome."
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