Morning shag
"I believe there was some talk of shagging me into the mattress," Draco said as he quirked an eyebrow.
"That there was," Harry said.
"Well, are you going to make good on your promise?"
"Of course," Harry said as he ran his fingers through Draco's hair. He wanted Draco very much, particularly the way he was now, lounging in the bed, head thrown back, silky-blond hair splayed all over the pillow, his eyes glowing and his lips curved in a seductive smile...it was an image designed to quicken Harry's pulse and to make him want to growl and pounce and take what was his...But he was in no hurry today. He had time and he was going to use it...he was going to make love to Draco, the way he had been yearning to, for days now.
He caressed the side of Draco's face and then he leaned forward and kissed him deeply. Draco moaned as he tightened his arms around Harry and pulled him closer. Harry had this way of kissing with his entire being...that made Draco feel as if a fire had been lit inside him. It made him come alive in a way that nothing else could. They held each other close as they continued to kiss, tongues, mouths and bodies joined in a familiar dance. They knew each other so well, they knew exactly where to touch, and what to do to make the other person moan and squirm and...they were so in tune with each other that it was incredible when they came together like this.
And with all the stress that they had been under lately, this was exactly what they needed.