In the Cold Light of the Morning

by Ellena McKelles

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Draco and Harry tumbled through their Floo, landing heavily on the living room floor. Harry snickered drunkenly, shoving his hands beneath Draco's t-shirt while the Slytherin undid the buttons of his shirt. The blonde groaned as he ran his blunt nails down his abdomen. Draco flipped them so he lay between Harry's legs. Leaning back, he made quick work of Harry's button fly and yanked the jeans off his slim hips, revealing the brunette had gone commando.

"Goddamnit, you look delicious." Draco breathed.

Harry reached up, lifting his hips slightly. "Then you better eat me."

Draco licked and nipped his way from Harry's neck down to the sharp curve of his hipbone. He sucked hard in the space where Harry's leg met his hip, causing the brunette to flick his hips forward. His cock bounced against his stomach, hard as steel. Draco hovered over it, staring up at Harry. His grey-blue eyes clouded with lust as he waited for permission. Harry lifted his hips to meet Draco's lip, the blonde licking a stripe from the hilt to tip. Harry shivered violently as Draco swallowed him whole.

"God… Fuck… Don't stop… Fuckity fuck…" Harry panted.

Harry's words spurred him on, fellating the brunette slowly, he pressed a finger gently against his entrance. Harry tangled his fingers in Draco's hair as he felt himself being breached. He moaned deeply, feeling as Draco wordlessly performed a preparation spell.

"We shouldn't do this here." Draco pulled the two of them into a sitting position, pressing kisses along Harry's collarbone.

"Hmm…" Harry moaned, snaking his arms around Draco's neck. "Because Pansy could come in at any moment?"

Draco chuckled. "That and I highly doubt that you would enjoy having carpet burn tomorrow. I know I wouldn't."

"No, I would not." Harry smiled, dotting kisses along Draco's chin. "Take me to bed, darling."

Draco stood, pulling the brunette up with him. Harry faltered, his inebriated state making him unsteady on his feet as he made his way down the hallway. He stumbled backward into the wall, tugging Draco with him. He snickered, curling his arms around the blonde's neck, carding his fingers into his hair. Harry molded his body to Draco's, grinding his hips. Draco growled, lifting Harry so that his legs came around his waist.

"If you keep this up, we'll never make it to the bed." Draco said, voice thick with lust.

Harry moaned, rolling his hips again. "Maybe I don't want to make it to the bed."

Draco pinned Harry more forcefully to the wall. "I'll do it, Potter. I'll take you right here in this hallway."

"Promise?"

Draco pulled the away from the wall and walked briskly down the hallway. Harry giggled drunkenly as he tossed him onto the bed. Draco shucked his shirt and shed his trousers. Harry played languidly with himself, hand sliding up and down his cock as he watched Draco undress.

"You're a terrible fucking tease, Potter." Draco ground out.

Harry chuckled. "Are you going to do something about it, Mister Malfoy?"

Draco yanked Harry to the edge of the bed. "Praesemino…"

Harry gasped, feeling himself be stretched once again by the magic. "Another one?"

"Oh, darling…" Draco buried himself to the hilt within Harry. "You're going to need it."

Draco started slow, pulling out almost completely and driving himself back in. He watched as the writhing brunette beneath him came undone. Harry rolled his hips in time with Draco's thrusts, hooking his leg to give the blonde better access. Draco took it, curling his hands around Harry's hips.

"Harder… Fuck… Harder…" Harry panted.

Draco snapped his hips. "Like that."

Harry groaned, clawing the sheets. "Yes, d-don't stop… P-please don't s-stop…"

Draco smirked, continuing to thrust sharply into Harry. His hand curled tightly around Harry's left hip. Vulgar epithets fell like rain from Harry's mouth, demanding Draco drive harder, to go deeper. The blonde dutifully obliged, letting go of Harry's hip to curl it underneath his shoulder. He snapped his hips, driving himself deeper in Harry. Draco set a punishing pace, forcing the brunette to brace himself against the headboard.

"Drake…" Harry curled his fingers around the bars of the headboard. "I can't… I-I'm going… Uhn…"

Draco could feel his orgasm impending, tight hot coil in the pit of his stomach threatening to release. Harry soon came undone beneath, arching off the bed, hands clawing up Draco's back. The feeling of Harry's hands on his back did him in. Draco came, burying himself as deep as he could inside the brunette.

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Draco awoke the next to find himself alone, the sounds of a shower running in the distance. He sat up slowly, his head pounding in time with his heartbeat. Slipping out of bed, he made his way to his en suite bathroom and ripped open his medicine cabinet. After downing a Hangover Elixir, he splashed his face with cool water. Draco stared at his reflection, the color returning to his cheeks as the potion worked its magic. Sighing, he stepped into the shower, washing quickly. He exited his bathroom and dressed quickly in solicitor's robes.

He stepped out into the hallway, still hearing the shower running in the opposite room. Draco crossed into the opposite room, knocking lightly on the bathroom door. He could swear beneath the sounds of the water were the sounds of weeping.

"Harry? Are you alright?"

Harry cleared his throat. "I'm fine… I'm just… I think I'm hungover."

Draco chuckled. "I have Hangover Elixir in my medicine cabinet, if you like."

"No, I'll be fine." Harry replied hoarsely. "An extremely long hot shower usually does the trick."

"Well, if you need it, it's available to you." Draco replied, leaning against the doorframe. "Are you sure you're alright? I know I was a bit… over enthusiastic… last night."

Harry chuckled slightly. "I asked for it."

"That you did…" Draco sighed. "I'm off, I'll owl if I'll be late."

"I'll expect your owl than…"

Draco rolled his eyes, lifting himself off the doorframe. "I'll see you later. Feel better."