Draco growled as they stumbled into his room, shutting and locking the door. He withdrew his wand and hastily cast a silencing spell. Hooded grey eyes turned to Harry. "Get on the bed."
The brunette shook his head, moving in and wrapping his arms around Dracos' neck, leaning in and kissing him slowly, tongue roaming his mouth. "No. I want to go slow."
"We can't go slow on the bed?" Draco asked, hands moving around to grip his slim hips. He toyed with the hem of his top.
"No." Harry said softly, kissing along his jawline. He felt his pulse leap as hands cupped at his bottom. He gaved the boy a petulant look. "When was the last time we went slow?" He stepped back slightly.
Draco bit his lip, watching him. "Never." He laughed, reaching up and pulling his tee-shirt off, tossing it to the bin. He moved to his dresser, lighting some of his candles. He turned his radio on. "It does sound nice, though." He gave the brunette an evil smile. "We can see how long it lasts." He returned to Harry, pushing him gently against his door, sliding a hand into his hair and using his mouth to assault his ear.
Harry let out a breathy giggle, turning his head, exposing his neck. "When was the last time we just snogged for a while?" He ran his hands across Draco's chest, thumbing his nipples.
"A long time, because I can't control myself." He muttered, nibbling at his earlobe.
"Well, try." Harry urged, smoothing his hands down gripping Draco's slim hips.
Draco groaned. "But, I'm drunk and I want to shag you." He dragged his tongue across the dip in Harry's collarbone. He pulled the brunette's top up and over, tossing it into the laundry hamper.
"After what happened this afternoon, I want you to get me as ready as possible. To go as slow as possible." Harry said softly, toying with the blondes waistband.
Draco pulled back slightly, grey eyes roaming his face. "Did I hurt you?"
Harry shrugged. He didn't really want to admit it and ruin the moment.
"Did I hurt you, Harry?" He asked again.
"You did go a little fast..." He felt his face flush, green eyes peering up at him.
Draco blinked, eyes slipping slightly into focus. "I did." He whispered, reaching down and taking his hands. "I'm so sorry, are you okay?"
Harry bit his lip. "Yeah, I'm fine..."
"Are you sure? We don't..."
He kissed the blonde softly. "I'm fine, but if you insist..." He flashed the platinum haired boy a sly grin.
Draco rolled his eyes, leaning in and sucking his lip until it was fat. "You can just fuck me."
Harry walked his fingers up Draco's sternum, running the tip of his tongue across his bruised lip. "Maybe you can kiss it and make it better?"
"Oh my fucking God, Harry Potter, how am I supposed to take it slow if you talk to me like that." He tugged at the waistband of Harry's jeans.
He giggled, bringing the blonde in for a slow, wet kiss. He felt his cock twitch as the buttons to the pants were carefully undone. Harry let out a breathy gasp as lips trailed down his jawline and to his neck. He moved his hands down to cup Draco.
"Can we get on the bed yet?" White teeth pressed against the thin skin of his collarbone.
Harry, threaded a hand through blonde hair, tugging it gently. "I suppose."
Draco flushed, biting hard at the bony space. He moved backwards, popping his trousers open, pushing them down to his knees as he continued to move blindly. He gripped his erection through the thin fabric of his boxers. He bit his lower lip, sitting down when the backs of his knees made contact with the bed. Grey eyes roamed the smaller boy, heart leaping when he saw green eyes trained on his hand. Draco pulled his underwear down, taking his length into his hand, stroking. "Harry."
"Yeah?" Harry muttered, dark eyes flickering up.
"I want you to come here, get on your knees and suck me." He ordered quietly.
Harry took a shallow breath, ridding himself of his pants. "Yeah?"
"Baby."
The brunette grinned, watching as Draco's hand ran along his cock. He moved forward, sinking to his knees in front of his lover. He stuck his tongue out, flat.
"Oh Merlin." Draco whimpered, tapping his length against the tongue. He ran a hand through Harry's hair. "Suck."
He obeyed, wrapping his lips around and taking him deeply into his mouth. He let out a breathy moan when he felt the blonde twitch hard.
He let go of his member, threading both hands into dark locks, pulling them up and out of Harry's face.
Harry raised green eyes up to meet grey, willing him to keep eye contact as he sucked him. He swirled his tongue around Draco's head before swallowing him back down.
"Why are you do fucking good at this?" Draco moaned, eyes fluttering shut as he felt a hand creep up to play with sac, fingers rolling the skin.
Harry laughed, kissing down his length, sucking a ball into his mouth.
"Fuck." He whispered, mouth agape as he was released with a 'pop'.
The brunette pulled back, dragging his tongue all the way up his cock before climbing into his lap. He sank his teeth into Draco's shoulder sucking hard. He rolled his hips forward, bumping his erection against him.
"Mmm, baby." Draco smoothed his hands down Harry's back slipping them inside his boxers, cupping his backside.
"What?" Harry asked, kissing along his jaw line.
"You're so good lookin'." Draco winked at him, causing him to laugh.
"I think you're drunk." He kissed him slowly. "I want you to go down on me."
Draco growled, tossing the boy onto the bed and ridding him of the underwear. "Yeah? You prepared to beg for it?" He asked, blowing cold air against Harry's tip.
Harry whimpered, setting up on his elbows. He twitched his cock, bobbing it towards the boy's mouth. "You want me to?"
He gave a breathy gasp, sucking the tip. "Maybe."
The brunette rolled his eyes. "I want your mouth on me."
Draco swirled his tongue around the skin on one of Harry's thighs. "I want you to moan for it."
Harry moaned, reaching out and tugging blonde locks. "I want your mouth on me." He repeated.
Glassy grey eyes flickered upwards. "I'm too drunk to be stubborn." He giggled, shifting Harry's back to rest against his knees, pushing his legs up.
"Good. Maybe I'll have to get you drunk more often." He muttered, hooking his hands around his thighs, opening up to the blonde.
He giggled again, biting at each cheek. He nibbled his lip, surveying the damage he had caused earlier. "You do look a little raw."
Harry peeked at him from between his legs. "Yeah, is it bad?"
Draco shook his head, spreading him and kissing at the reddened skin. "Nothing I can't fix." He winked, sucking the space between his entrance and sac.
"Mmm!" Harry whimpered, his heart thudding against his chest. "Well, get to work, Draco." He urged, grinning.
He let out a breathy little noise, dragging his tongue over the sore skin, cock twitching at the sounds he was pulling from the brunette. "You're so fucking sexy." He closed his eyes, listening to the sound of Harry's labored breathing.
"You think?" Harry countered, earning a spank. He gasped. "Don't tease me!"
Draco growled. "Don't tease me!" He gave another slow lick. "I'm supposed to be making it better, not making your ass more red." He pressed kisses up a line of skin, sucking a ball into his mouth.
"Why can't I have both?"
"Harry Potter." Was muttered against the base of his cock.
Harry laughed. "I can't help it!"
He kissed up his length. "You can't have everything."
He laughed again, reaching between his thighs and tugging at Draco's hair. "Put me in your mouth."
"I thought we were supposed to be going slow?" Grey eyes flashed mischieviously. He blew cool air on the tip, causing Harry to jerk forward.
"Hold your tongue out." Harry instructed, bobbing his cock against it without any hands.
"That's pretty impressive, Potter." Draco grinned, letting the boys legs rest on either side of him as he gripped him tightly, swallowing him down.
"I figured you'd be jealous."
"You think you're so funny because you're drunk."He muttered against his tip, looking at the boy, flushed and sweating. Draco smoothed his free hand down Harry's torso, tweaking a nipple.
He giggled, moving his hands up to play with the hard nubs. "Come make out with me, Draco."
The blonde obliged, sliding their erections together as he moved over him. He wound a hand into slightly damp, dark hair, kissing at Harry's jawline. He kissed him languidly, tongue playfully dipping into the brunettes mouth.
Harry mewled softly, wrapping arms around Draco's neck, hand cupping the back of his head as he melted into the kiss.
"I love you." Draco whispered against his lips, pressing his forehead to Harry's, dark grey eyes roaming dialated green ones.
Harry nipped at his lower lip, grinning. "I love you too." He roamed his hands across the corded muscles of his boyfriends back, dragging his nails slightly as he made his way back up.
"Don't do that." Draco shivered.
"Why?" Harry asked softly, repeating the action with a little more pressure.
The blonde's jaw clenched, eyes snapping shut as he rutted against the boy.
Harry let out a delicious little giggle. "That feel good, Daddy?" He said in a small, sexy voice.
Draco's eyes snapped right back open.
He scratched the blonde again, digging slightly deeper. He gave him a innocent smile.
"You need to be careful."
"Why is that?" Harry asked, heart throbbing with desire. He couldn't believe the look he was being given. Like Draco could eat him alive at any moment.
"Because I'm going to rail you fucking hard if you keep doing that."
Harry gave a breathless laugh. "Aren't I supposed to be railing you, Draco?" He scrambled out from under the panting blonde, pushing him into the pillows on his stomach, eyeing the thin, pink lines he had left. He gave Draco a hard spank.
The blonde growled dangerously, looking over his shoulder.
He bit his lip, settling on the backs of Draco's knees. "I think it's safe to say, I'm in charge right now." He smoothed his hands over pale cheeks, squeezing. He delievered another stinging slap. He felt a sick thrill go up his spine as he watched the boy groan, his pointed face scrunched up in pleasure. Both sets of cheeks painted a lovely shade of pink.
"Fuck." Draco whimpered, pushing against his hands. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his frayed nerves.
"I wonder how long you can go without saying that?" Harry asked, moving his hands up to rub his lower back.
"Not long." Draco laughed, gripping a pillow and tucking it under his chin.
He moved his fingertips down, tracing the curve of the blondes backside. He bit his lip hard as he delievered another spank, earning a wail.
"Will you just get on with it, already?"He whined, wriggling his bottom at the brunette.
"Nope." Harry quipped, leaning up and trailing kisses along a warm shoulder blade as he fished in the beside table for the bottle of lubricant.
"Please?" Was whimpered in a breathy voice.
"Nope." He slicked two fingers, using the other hand to spread Draco, rubbing the tips slowly around his entrance.
"Oh my fuck-"
Harry landed a slap to his behind. "Language, Malfoy. Haven't you been in trouble enough for that mouth?"
Draco cried out, face now bright red. "Harry!" He all but shouted.
He slipped a finger inside, just enough to piss the blonde off. He pushed Dracos' hips down so he wasn't able to buck up.
"I'm going to bloody murder you." He said in a deadly voice.
Harry giggled, pressing the finger deeper inside him. "Yeah?"
"I can't do this." He clenched his jaw.
"You seem to be doing just fine." Harry teased, dark eyes roaming the quivering puddle of boy he had below him. He added another slickened finger, pressing down against that knot.
Draco gripped at the pillow, absolutely breathless, heart pounding in his ears. "Harry!" He choked out, doing anything in his power to move against those fingers. But Harry had too hard of a grip.
"What?" He asked, leaning in and kissing along Draco's spine, easing the digits languidly in and out of the boy, making sure to hit that spot every time.
"I fucking need you inside me." He begged, eyes widening as he realised he had cussed. He wailed when he was spanked once more. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He babbled, nearly incoherent.
Three more slaps where delievered. Harry felt lightheaded with his need to fill his lover. His eyes raked over his pink bottom, his cock twitching hard. "Are you ready?" He asked, brushing that knot once more before moving his fingers away.
Draco nodded hard, mouth agape as he struggled to catch his breath. "You're driving me absolutely crazy, Harry!"
The brunette, bit his lip playfully, slicking himself. "I absolutely love seeing you in a puddle like this." He drug his free hand through his sweat slick locks. "You are so sexy like this." He whispered, pressing himself against Draco's entrance.
"Come on, come on!" He pleaded, hair tousled from rutting against the pillows. "I'm going to come soon." Draco hissed as he was breached.
Harry steeled himself, gritting his teeth as he sank inside the tight boy. "Fuck." He whispered.
"Do I get to spank you for that?" Draco grinned, eyes black with lust. Harry took a deep breath, trying not to come right there. He had never seen the blondes eyes so dark.
He laughed after he had regained some composure. "Maybe after." He winked at the boy, pressing his hand onto the small of his back as he was fully seated inside.
"Go."
Harry obeyed him, his orgasm coiling tight in the pit of his stomach as he pummled into his lover.
Draco cried out with each thrust, making sounds he himself had never heard before. His entire body was shaking with the need to come. "Harry." He ground out, sweat pouring from him, his once blonde hair dark.
He landed one carefully placed spank to Draco's backside, groaning when he felt him clench tightly, shuddering violently as he came hard.
"Oh my fucking God, Harry!" He bit into his pillow, face strained as he streamed into the sheets.
Harry pumped into him quickly, his lungs literally on fire as he poured himself into Draco. "Oh Dray." He moaned, shaking with the effort. He eased away, eyes raking the quaking blonde.
Draco sniffed hard, rubbing his face. "I can't even breathe."
"Are you crying?" Harry asked suddenly, seeing the blonde wiping his eyes.
"It's not even tears like that." He carefully turned over. "My body hurts so bad from shaking." He said, giving Harry a pitiful look. He drug his hands over his face. "That was...there are no words. My buzz is totally gone and I can't even think of a word to describe how insane that was."
Harry sat back on his knees, watching. "Insane as in good?"
Draco covered his eyes with an arm, his dazzling smile giving Harry all the indication he needed. He took a few deep breaths, trying to settle his heart rate. "I'm laying in my cumshot. Where is my wand?" He muttered after sometime. "I'm so fucking sweaty. I've never been this sweaty from sex."
He laughed, getting off the bed, rummaging for his discarded jeans. Harry cast a cleaning charm. "My legs are on fire." He admitted, walking slowly back to the bed.
The blonde took a deep breath, leaning over and opening his bedside table, pulling out a squat glass bottle. "Can you give me my wand, I want to warm this."
Harry bent down and gathered the wand, handing it to the blonde before making his way back into bed. "What is it?"
"Massage oil." He muttered, , pressing the tip of his wand to the bottom of the glass. Draco then shook the bottle, to disperse the heat.
"You gonna rub me down?" Harry grinned.
Draco sat up, hissing. "Yeah, but you're going to return the favor because it feels like my I've been mummified." He stretched slowly, bringing himself to sit indian style. "Lay on your stomach."
"I think I can manage that." Harry said softly, turning onto his stomach."No funny business though."
The blonde laughed. "Absolutely not." He poured some of the oil into his palm, rubbing his hands together. "If I wasn't so exhausted we'd be in the bath. But the idea of walking all the way to the bathroom is even too much." Draco scooted forward slightly, digging into Harry's shoulders.
Harry sighed, melting into the sheets as the Draco's warm hands moved across his shoulder blades.
"Sorry, I'm not professional." The blonde muttered, fingertips working out the knots.
He laughed. "I could care less. Your hands are on me and thats all that matters." He turned his head to face Draco, resting his cheek on a pillow.
"Yeah?" Hands moved along his sides, thumbs moving across tight muscles.
He nodded, eyes drifting shut. "Yeah. We could never have sex again and I'd be fine, as long as you still wanted to touch me."
Draco scoffed. "Well that makes no sense, because as soon as I touch you I want to have sex with you." He giggled, reaching down and giving his bottom a pinch.
"Draco!" He growled.
"I know, I know! I'm just trying to get my point across." He leaned in and kissed Harry softly.
"This feels really nice, I've never had a massage before." Harry said quietly.
"Never? They didn't give you special treatment, even during the Triwizard Tournament?" Draco asked, hands trailing down to the divets in the small of Harrys' back.
"No, only special treatment I got were some 'Potter Stinks' badges to encourage people to support me." He flashed the blonde a sly grin.
"You have to admit it was a nice piece of magic." He grinned, hands sliding along the brunettes lower back.
"You were a shit then, and you're a shit now."
The blonde shrugged. "Some people just never change." He stuck his tongue out. "I love you."
Harry let out a soft laugh. "I love you too, Draco." He whimpered when hands moved to the backs of his thighs.
"Is this where it hurts?"
He nodded.
Draco smoothed his fingers over the skin, massaging gently. "I think you were shaking just as hard as me at some points." He pressed his thumbs against him.
He laughed. "It's hard to keep rhythm like that. I don't know how you do it."
"Because you give me lots of practice, baby."
"You should give me more practice." Harry glanced at him, giving him a sly grin.
Draco stuck his tongue out at him.
"I mean you obviously like it." He teased.
The blonde bit his lip. "Yeah." He said softly. He moved his hands towards Harry's calves.
"Then why don't you bottom as much?"
Draco worried that lip. "Because...I feel like it's the more...bottoming is something the more feminine partner does..." He looked away, face flushing. "So when I bottom I feel..."
Harry growled. "It should be even. Neither of us should have to be the girl in this."
He recoiled slightly, watching the brunette. "That's not what I mean..."
"Then explain it, because the way it sounds to me is that you think because I'm smaller..."
"Harry, God damnit, no!" He felt his heart tighten. He wound his hand into the sheet. "I feel like I have to be dominant." Draco muttered.
"Why?" Harry turned himself over. "Why? Why can't it just be equal?" He sat up, pushing his glasses up onto his face. "Is that why you buy me all of these things, to prove that you're dominant over me?" He watched as the blonde's mouth worked silently.
"Harry, no. Why are you doing this?" Draco said quietly. He felt tears prickling in the corners of his eyes. "I'm not trying to buy you out to show dominance." He glanced up at Harry.
"Then why isn't it an equal thing?"
"It can be equal. It will be equal, please just stop." Draco muttered, reaching up and wiping his eyes with the backs of his hands. He sniffed, getting off the bed, tossing the bottle of oil back in his bedside table. Draco wiped his hands off on the shirt he had been wearing. He opened his dresser drawer, pulling out a pair of pajama pants, pulling them on. He brushed away more tears as he made his way back to the bed, crawling up onto his side. "Maybe we should just go to bed." He said quietly, pulling the blankets up over his head, facing towards the wall.
"Why are you crying?"
Draco remained silent.
Harry pulled the blanket down. "Why are you crying?" He repeated.
"Because you're fucking mad at me and I don't want to fight anymore." He muttered, trying to pull the blanket back up. "You want it to be equal and I said it would be."
The brunette took a deep breath. "Stop crying." He ran his hand across Draco's back.
He sniffed. "I can't help it. I don't want you to be mad."
Harry rolled his eyes. He gripped Draco's shoulder, tilting him towards him. "I'm not mad. You said you would try to make things equal and I believe you. Stop crying." He ran his hand down the blonde's cheek, wiping tears. He leaned in and kissed him softly. "Do you want me to rub your back too?"
He shook his head. "No, I already put the stuff up." He took shuddering breath, using the heels of his palms to rub his eyes.
"Then what do you want?" Harry asked, watching him, his heart thudding knowing he had gotten Draco so upset.
He gave him a petulant look, a few more tears leaking from grey eyes. "Get some pajamas from my dresser and come snuggle me."
Harry laughed softly, kissing the blonde on the forehead. "I think I can manage that." He crawled from the bed, making his way to the dresser, selecting a pair and slipping them on. He turned the candles off before climbing back into the bed. He wrapped his arm around his lover, snuggling him up close. This was the first time he had held Draco this way. He kissed his shoulder. "Are you still upset?"
Draco sighed, wriggling into the boy. "No, I feel a lot better. I just hate that you were mad at me." He closed his eyes.
"I love you." Harry whispered against a sharp shoulder blade. "I'm sorry I didn't get to rub your back."
"I love you, too." Draco shrugged. "It's fine. Maybe we can just soak in the tub in the morning. I'm sure we will both be sore." He yawned. "Turn that light out so we can go to bed."
Harry obeyed, curling his arm around him tightly, settling his chin on Draco's shoulder.