"I told father that I would be staying at the castle over Christmas," Draco informed Harry. "in order to make further progress on my mission. There is a closet of some sort in the Room of Requirement. It has a twin in Knockturn Alley. I'm supposed to be fixing it."
Harry frowned slightly.
"How are you progressing with this?"
"I can transport apples, but living things just die."
Harry nodded.
"I think Voldemort needs to die before the headmaster does, but with all of these bloody horcruxes in the way I don't think that will be possible. Perhaps I can notify the order of flaming pigeons where they are and have them destroy them for me to save time."
The blonde smiled.
"How Slytherin of you, Harry," he commented.
"Why thank you, my dear."
Harry brought the smaller boy into his lap, making him drop the arithimacy book he had been reading.
"harry!" he whined. "I'm trying to study!"
Harry chuckled, nuzzling his ear.
"Are you really? I have much more exciting things that I'd rather be doing."
Draco blushed prettily, letting Harry situate him astride his lap.
"Like what?"
Thankful for the private room, Harry placed his chapped lips to the soft ones of his mate, banishing his shirt and his mate's clothing.
Draco gasped into his mouth, but Harry did not release him. He cradled the small form to him, dominating his mouth.
His wings were realeased, causing Draco to moan enthusiastically.
"I'm going to touch you, my dragon."
Harry drew his hands down his lover's smooth abdomen, coaxing his thighs open. Draco shifted to face him, surprised when his prick was gripped in a calloused hand and another hand found it's way to his buttocks.
"Look at you," Harry hissed. "On top of me and still without control. I love it. Are you going to thrust up into my hand or down onto my fingers, baby? What do you want?"
Draco whimpered as his dominant circled his entrance, slick with spelled lubricant.
"Please," he moaned, pressing against the large finger.
Harry pressed into him slowly, stroking his erection and watching Draco's mouth fall open in surprise.
"Oh!"
"Just let yourself feel it, dragon. Let yourself feel me feel you. You feel so good, so tight, sucking me in. Your hole is so eager for me. Your cock so ready to be taken in my hand."
Draco moaned again, bouncing slightly on the middle finger in his anus.
Draco let out a scream and Harry smirked, slipping his index finger in as he rubbed the little nub inside his submissive.
"You scream so beautifully, baby. Did you know that? You sound heavenly."
With every thrust of Harry's fingers Draco was pushing his hips back and forth erratically, grunting in pleasure repeatedly.
"Yesyesyesyesyes. More, Harry. More!"
Harry paused, not moving a muscle.
Draco bounced on his fingers in an attempt to get more friction, but Harry tossed him back on the sofa with a demanding growl.
"I control this. You will get more when I choose to give it to you."
If anything Draco strained harder, his cock purple with the effort.
"Yes, sir."
Harry pounced, jamming his fingers back into his hold as he harshly stroked his erection.
"YES"
The pyrosylph rubbed unrelenting against the nub inside him, making Draco spasm as his orgasm hit him. He screamed his release, sobbing as it hit him and he blacked out as it faded.
"Oh, dragon," Harry soothed, rubbing his side calmingly. "Come back to me, love. Wake up."
Harry cleaned the room of Draco's cum and scooped the man up into his arms to put him to bed.
"So responsive," he muttered, chuckling when Draco gripped his shoulders and tried to cuddle into him.
"My dragon."
Draco shuffled into consciousness, nuzzling his partner.
"Mmm love you," he told Harry's shoulder, falling back into darkness.
Harry's heart soared and he gave a silent nox to the room.
"I love you as well, Draco Malfoy."