AN: I'm probably going to get booted off this site for failing to follow the restrictions on my posts, but I don't really care. It's ridiculous that you are unable to post NC-17 fics on here.

Waves of pleasure continued to crash over him - it was like nothing he'd ever felt before. Harry wreathed against Malfoy, moaning brokenly as the man continued to move inside him, setting off fireworks behind his eyes with each thrust. He didn't know how much more he could take of the euphoric feeling before the stimulation to his senses became too overwhelming.

His fingers dug into Malfoy's backside, his eyes clenching shut as he sucked in a lungful of air. Malfoy's hips began to jerk unsteadily, grinding into him, making Harry feel more open and full, though he hadn't thought that to be possible as he was already stuffed full of his cock. Harry shuddered and shifted his hips up, his left leg slipping down from Malfoy's shoulder to the crook of his elbow, but it didn't seem to matter.

Staring at Malfoy's sublime countenance, he took in how mused he appeared to be - his rumpled hair, his mouth slack and panting, his blonde eyelashes unusually dark against his rosy cheeks. Harry slid his hand up along Malfoy's spine and into his hair, lifting his head up to mouth at a delectable looking spot just under the side of his jaw.

"Harry..."

He sucked on the chosen spot, hoping to leave a mark, wanting to feel like he had some sort of claim on the man. Malfoy's eyes fluttered open, barely, looking down at him as if he knew exactly what Harry was doing.

Moving his mouth up, he nibbled on Malfoy's ear, feeling incredibly naughty when he said, "Want you to come on me," causing the man's breath to stutter.

"Yeah?" Malfoy asked on his next exhale, shifting forward to bring his mouth down against Harry's, nipping on his bottom lip.

"Yeah," Harry nodded his head, clenching his arse deliberately, "all over me," pulling Malfoy down harder against his mouth and slipping his tongue inside. Malfoy fucked into him a few more times, quickly and deeply, before pulling out with a groan. Harry looked down to watch him stroke himself, his strong hand moving swiftly along the slick, reddened length until a long, pearly strand of come shot out all across Harry's skin, followed by another, and another, making him shiver and tense up at how shockingly erotic it felt.

"Fuck," Malfoy commented, lifting his head up, his smouldering grey eyes pinning Harry to the bed. Harry reached up to tug Malfoy down beside him, snogging him senseless until he couldn't breathe any more.

"That was brilliant," Harry told him, tangling their legs together after reaching for his wand and making use of a quick 'evanesco' to rid them of the mess of lube and come their endeavours had brought about. He hoped Malfoy wasn't about to jump from the bed as he had done last time. Harry didn't do one-night stands. He wasn't the type of person to just have sex with someone for the fun of it.

Malfoy seemed likely to stay though as he had his eyes closed and his lips were quirked into a small smile. He appeared to be as content as Harry was to just lay there and bask in the afterglow. Sighing, Harry let his head sink down against his pillow, feeling warm and drowsy, thinking about the fact that he'd never felt so comfortable laying beside another person before as he currently did with Malfoy. The Slytherin was starting to grow on him. Of course, the mind blowing sex greatly helped matters along.

He couldn't stop staring at Malfoy – who'd have thought that all of that pent up aggression over the years could have lead to such a sensational experience. It'd had a passion to it that he'd never experienced before, leaving all memories of his other sexual encounters dull and boring in comparison. Not that he'd ever admit it out loud to Malfoy of course. Harry wondered if he lived up to whatever standards Malfoy was used to.

Malfoy shuffled back a bit and then sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, and Harry was left with a terrible aching feeling inside his chest.

"Are you-are you leaving?" he asked in a small voice, hoping he didn't sound too desperate.

"I just need some water."

Breathing in a sigh of relief, Harry nodded, "Well, I'll come with – I could use one too."

He stood up from the bed and looked around the room for his underwear, quirking an eyebrow when he found Malfoy's black ones hanging precariously off his broomstick that was propped up against his desk. Smiling, he grabbed them and chucked them at Malfoy's head. Harry couldn't find his own so he threw on a new pair and they went to the kitchen to get themselves a drink.

"So, are you sure you want water? I have other things if you'd like," he said, opening his refrigerator and ducking his head inside to look at what he actually had. Apparently, it was only a few beers, a half empty pitcher of juice, and one can of soda. Harry also had a decent stockpile of alcohol in his cupboard, but he was mostly sure that Malfoy wouldn't want to drink any more than he already had tonight.

"No, water is fine," Malfoy replied, "Where do you keep your glasses?"

"Oh, yeah here," Harry said, reaching up to the cupboard beside the sink to grab one for him and for himself as well. They both gulped down a glass each, awkwardly standing together in Harry's kitchen in silence. Well, it was a pleasant awkwardness that spoke of how odd it was that they were both there in just their under-things, watching each other out of the corner of their eyes, not really knowing what to say to each other.

Harry was about to say something, to ask Malfoy if he wanted to stay the night, when there was an abrupt knock at his door. He set his glass down, his eyebrows scrunching together in confusion as he looked at the time. It was way too late for visitors. Besides, everyone he knew was already aware that he had plans for the night.

"I'll be a moment..."

Malfoy nodded, filling his glass with some more water and leaning nonchalantly against the counter as he sipped at it.

The knocking continued, seeming to get louder the longer he failed to answer it. Harry wasn't sure who could be trying to come over so he peered through the peep hole to find out. When he saw who it was he grit his teeth together, his jaw going tense, his hands clenching into fists at his side. Really? His ex? What the hell did he want? On bated breath Harry pulled the door open just enough to peek his head around it.

"Harry, there you are. Were you sleeping? Sorry for waking you..." Michael began as soon as he'd seen Harry's scowling face, ignoring the fact that he was clearly annoyed at the man showing up unannounced.

"What do you want?" Harry said, cutting him off, just wanting Michael to leave so he could get back to Malfoy waiting for him in his barely dressed state. He wasn't in the mood for whatever crap his ex-boyfriend wanted from him. He just didn't care - especially after just having amazing sex with another man.

"I needed to talk to you. I wanted to apologize," the blonde man said, stepping closer to the door.

"Look... just-just leave, okay." Harry started closing the door but Michael's hand stopped it and Harry sighed as the man pushed his way inside, not wanting to deal with an altercation or argument with him. He ignored the once over the man gave him and folded his arms over his chest.

"Seriously, Michael, what do you want? You can't just barge in here. You don't live here any more."

Harry tried to keep his voice low, not wanting Malfoy to overhear what was probably going to be a ridiculous discussion with his ex. It didn't matter. He groaned as Malfoy stepped from the kitchen, his grey eyes growing wide and then narrowing as he spotted Harry standing with Michael. The boxer-clad man came forward until he was standing beside Harry but he didn't say a word, just continued to glower, instantly drawing Michael's gaze to his form.

"Who in the hell is this, Harry?"

"None of your damn business," Harry responded, his whole body thrumming with a sudden need to protect Malfoy from sight.

"Wow, Harry, I never took you for a slut. Looks like I was wrong," Michael said in a degrading tone, his lip curling up into a sneer.

"Just shut your mouth and get out," Harry replied, seething, stepping forward so that he could usher the man out quicker.

"Did you let him shag you? Is that why he's here? We've only been apart for less than two weeks – that sure was fast Harry."

The grinding of his teeth was starting to become audible and Harry took Michael's upper arm in a tight grip and steered him toward the door. He was starting to become furious at his ex's blatant disregard for his privacy.

"No, I let him fuck me," Malfoy responded, his voice cold and dangerous, his facial expression smug. It looked like he was either trying to defend Harry or trying to piss Michael off. Either way, Harry was somewhat grateful for the remark.

"And who the hell are you?" Michael asked before Harry could push him out the opened door.

"It's none of your business," Harry said at the same time as Malfoy spoke.

"Draco Malfoy," Malfoy easily answered.

Harry was shocked, not expecting Malfoy to disclose who he was. If Michael decided to be a jerk he could spread just about anything he wanted on Malfoy to just about anyone. He hoped that wouldn't happen. Malfoy didn't deserve that.

"Okay, time for you to leave," he said, moving into action again and trying to push Michael out through the doorway. The man stood his ground, becoming almost immovable.

"No, I want to talk to you."

"Well, I don't. So get out."

Michael looked down at him and put his hand over the one that was gripping his arm, prying Harry's fingers from around it and stepping back into the house. He slammed the door shut behind him.

"Look, tell your little whore to leave so we can talk, Harry," Michael said, speaking gently in the way he usual did when he wasn't getting anywhere with Harry and wouldn't back down because he always got what he wanted. He couldn't believe the man. It was his house. Harry was close to going and grabbing his wand to use on the stubborn arse.

But he didn't have to.

"I'd leave if I were you," Malfoy said from behind him. Harry turned around and took in the sight of a furious Draco Malfoy, wand extended, face pinched into a snarl, half naked and looking so fit that a thrum of arousal shot through Harry's body.