10.

"Psst! Draco!"

Draco pried himself up from where he'd collapsed on his chaise after Flooing back to his room. He'd been out celebrating Theo's first evening out since the sprog's arrival and was enjoying the feeling of being completely sloshed. He peered at the fireplace, and Harry's green floating head inside it, grinning like a maniac. "What is it?"

"C'mere." A hand joined the head in his Floo, beckoning him.

Draco heaved a sigh, rolling onto the floor and crawling (crawling—so much easier than walking) to the fireplace, blinking into the flames. "You're drunk."

Harry nodded eagerly. "So're you. Come through, Ron's passed out and I'm horny."

"Am not." Draco muttered his protest, even knowing Harry could tell the lie. "Move, lemme through."

It took some flailing before he was able to get a pinch of powder from the bowl, but soon he was tumbling face-first through the Floo and directly into Harry. "Told you to move!"

Harry gave him a sloppy snog, hands already wandering over Draco's arse when a loud noise caused him to shove Harry sharply back. "Weasley's snoring on your couch."

"I know. It's okay, he won't wake up." Harry was nuzzling into his neck now, which was very distracting, but then Weasley let out another horrible noise.

"Are you sure he's not... dying or something?"

"No! He's just drunk! Want you..." Harry ran his teeth along Draco's collarbone and he gasped as the feeling went straight to his cock.

"I don't want to fuck on top of Weasley."

Harry pulled back, eyeing him blearily. "I don't want to fuck on Ron, either."

"Your floor is covered with empty takeaway wrappers."

Harry moaned, burying his head back in Draco's neck. "Prissy git. Fine. We'll go to my room."

There was a spin, and a pop, and his head kept spinning. They were somewhere horizontal, and it didn't feel like a bed, but Harry was on top of him and—oh Merlin what he was doing with his tongue. Draco decided he didn't care where they were, wrapping his arms and legs tightly around Harry and rutting up into him.

He returned Harry's kiss, hands clenching at Harry's back and tugging at his shirt. "Up. Off."

"Yeah." Harry gave another roll of his hips before kissing Draco again.

Draco gave a quick smack to Harry's flank. "Focus! Naked is better."

"Mmm. Yeah." Finally, Harry sat back, pulling his shirt off. His glasses tangled in the neck and went flying when he tossed the shirt over his shoulder. Draco was busy tugging on his buttons, and Harry frowned near-sightedly down at him before reaching out and ripping the shirt open.

"My shirt! You prick!"

Harry leered, dropping down and grinding against him. "My prick." He bent down and nipped at Draco's nipple. "Your arse." Then his tongue was there, soothing the sting. "Just like you like it."

"Fuck..." He grabbed a handful of dark hair and dragged Harry's head back to his, kissing him frantically. Draco hitched his legs around Harry's waist, locking his ankles and grinding their erections together. The moan Harry gave at that tasted sweet, and his hand clenched tighter in his hair.

"Yeah, come on." Harry grabbed one of Draco's legs, tugging himself free of the hold. "Come on, off. Trousers off." Harry's voice was breathless and muffled, trapped by kisses, but Draco finally let him go.

Harry slid his trousers down his thighs while Draco hitched his legs up, working on his flies. "You always have too many buttons." He felt Harry's fingers scrape against his waist, nails catching the sensitive skin there, before they grasped his trousers and tugged with enough force to lift Draco's arse onto Harry's lap.

"Ha! Got 'em!" Draco had enough time to register the sound of his belt buckle and shoes hitting the wall before Harry's hands were back, rubbing and squeezing his arse, fingers inching in to trace his crack. "Gonna fuck you now."

"Fucking tease." He groaned at the feeling of Harry's hands. It was an automatic reaction, now; Harry's fixation ensuring every touch built arousal deep inside him. He'd wondered if Harry's groping would be enough to get him off, not that he intended to mention that.

Harry just grunted as he began tonguing Draco's cock. After a moment of teasing, Draco took a breath. "This isn't fucking me. I thought by now you'd be able to tell the difference."

There was a loud noise, Draco assumed it was Weasley, and then wetness dripping down his arse. He gasped, kicking Harry in the shoulder. "Fuck! Warm your lube!"

Harry laughed as he began to quickly work his fingers in. "I like surprising you."

"Shoving something that icy up my arse isn't what I'd call surprising. More like mood-killing."

Harry giggled, twisting his hand in a way that caused sparks to flash across Draco's vision. "Aww, I thought we only found one mood killer."

"Shut the fuck up and stick your dick in me before I floo back home, you wanker."

There was the emptiness when Harry withdrew his fingers, then the blunt familiar pressure of Harry's cock pressing into him in a single, slow thrust.

"God, your arse." Harry's voice was as breathless as Draco felt. He brushed a lock of hair out of Harry's eyes, noting the pupils were so dilated, the green barely showed. He felt his heart expand and contract in a moment, and barely kept from babbling out his feelings for the git. Instead, he pulled Harry down into another kiss, tilting his hips up and moaning into the kiss as Harry slid the tiniest bit further.

"I was promised a—"

"Don't even start, you wanker." Harry's hand covered his mouth, stifling his words, but his smile was wide and warm and intoxicated. He pulled back, and drove in again, his thrusts slow but relentless. "Gotta keep fucking you... just to shut you up sometimes."

Each thrust drove Draco's shoulders into something hard, but he couldn't be arsed to wonder where they'd ended up. The fullness, the slight burn of each inward thrust, Harry's face: all flushed and focused. He felt suddenly, terrifyingly sober and closed his eyes against the feeling. His barriers were too low, his emotions too close to the surface. He shouldn't have come here so drunk and tired.

"Fuck me so I feel it tomorrow." His voice was hoarse, and seemed unrecognizable to his own ears. But Harry brushed a kiss against his chest, then one against his lips, and began pounding him for all he was worth. He dropped his hand to his cock and began to pull it in time. It seemed no time at all had passed before he was shooting his release between their chests, and Harry tensed above him just a few thrusts later.

Then Harry pulled out, and he could imagine Harry's soppy smile by the shape of his mouth when he kissed Draco's cheek. He held Draco close, flopping down on his shoulder, and Draco was grateful for firewhisky when he heard Harry's quiet snores shortly after. He doubted he'd fall asleep, himself, but the familiar weight on his chest was comforting, and soon he followed Harry to sleep.