A/N

Okay so I have the next 5 chapters written, after that, it's a big blank with a few ideas along the way, this does mean I'm possibly going to have to post less frequently unless I can find time to sit at the computer for more than a few minutes at a time... I keep trying!

Also; thank you for all your thoughts and reviews, I have a fairly good idea in my mind as to what I'm going to write, I'm just not sure how or when yet, and to those of you that have noticed *Drunken Strawberries*... I use apostrophes instead of quotation marks because I'm lazy and it's easier :P Sorry, I'll try not to in the chapters I write from now on cause I know it can get confusing .

I hope you enjoy this chapter very much :D ;)

They stumbled through the door to Draco's place around 3am, giggling to themselves about nothing in particular. Draco tried pulling Harry to the bedroom as Harry tried pulling Draco to the fridge. 'mmmm bed baby.' Draco slurred while running his hands up and down Harry's arm.

Harry had other ideas apparently, 'big breakfast time Dray! Let's cook breakfast! We can have bacon, and egg, and sausage, and fried bread, and tomatoes, and beans, and bacon, and egg, and Draaaay, you're not listening to meeee.'

'I am listening to you baby, I like the idea of breakfast, but you taste waaay better than any of those things you just said, let me taste you Harry'

'Fuck Dray, I, Fuck. Bedroom' Harry had lost the ability to form sentences, but it wasn't so much the alcohol pumping through his blood, it was the look Draco was giving him, as if he was something to be devoured. Draco didn't give Harry a second to change his mind, stepping forward he grabbed Harry round the waist and lifted him off the floor, Harry wrapped his legs around Draco and before he knew it he was being dropped onto a bed with Draco hovering over him.

Draco lowered himself down, attaching his lips to Harry's gently, letting his hands roam over the body beneath him, slowly he found the hem of Harry's shirt, trying to pull it up and over his head without breaking the kiss, it turned out to be impossible, but Harry realized what he was doing and got Draco's own t-shirt ready to be taken off too, they pulled apart for a few seconds, in which time they both yanked off their shirts and settled back together.

Using one hand to keep himself from falling face first onto Harry, and his knees holding him up somewhat, Draco let his right hand wander to the belt keeping him out of Harry's pants. He didn't like that belt. He wanted to be closer to Harry. That belt stopped him. He gave up trying to get it off with one hand, grabbing his wand off the table next to the bed he muttered a quick spell, Harry had been so focused on trying to remove Draco's jeans he hadn't noticed the spell, so when suddenly both of them were very naked, he squeaked in surprise.

'Finally' Draco murmured, before lowering himself onto Harry and beginning kissing every inch of skin, Harry was gasping and writhing beneath him, so close to coming just from Draco's mouth sucking on his skin in various spots, his hips being especially sensitive, Draco however, doesn't give Harry the relief he wants, placing the smallest of kisses on the tip of his cock, licking clean the pre come leaking from him, moaning lightly before carrying on down his legs.

As Draco reaches Harry's toes, he looks up at him for a second, before running out of the bedroom, he's back in a mattered of seconds, with the can of squirty cream in his hand. 'Oh baby, you're going to taste even more fantastic coated in cream' Draco giggles as he uncaps the can, shaking it, preparing to spray it on Harry.

'I'd rather be covered in your cream' Harry giggles at his own joke, and apparently it must be hilarious because he couldn't stop giggling.

'You're really quite drunk aren't you baby?' Draco murmurs against Harry's neck, licking a random stripe. Before Harry can respond, Draco's pushing himself up; straddling Harry's hips, he starts to spray small blobs of cream onto Harry's chest, one over each nipple, making the younger boy shiver with the chill of it.

When he's satisfied with how much cream is covering Harry, he leans down and torturously slowly he begins lapping up the cream, starting with the blob on Harry's shoulder, gradually working his way down to his abs, and the lines of cream that now define them.

Below him, Harry is having difficulty keeping still, shuddering with pleasure, and trying to move his hips to get some kind of friction, but the way Draco was sat on him it proved pointless. Harry's difficulties keeping still proved even more difficult when Draco's mouth found the cream on his nipples, one at a time, licking and sucking them clean, paying more attention to them than any other part of his body so far.

Once Draco was satisfied with how clean he was, he grabbed the can from the side of him and slid down Harry's body. With a quick look at Harry, he noticed his eyes were closed in pleasure, perfect, Draco thought, shaking the can, he positioned it just so, and with a small squirt, Harry's eyes flew open, 'Dray! You put cream on my dick!'

'Not for much longer if I can help it baby' Draco responds with a small smirk before dropping his head down and licking off the cream slowly in tiny kitten licks. When Draco's satisfied with himself, he wraps his lips fully around Harry's cock and slowly slides himself as far down as he can, relaxing his throat as he goes.

Harry feels himself hit the back of Draco's throat and with all the build-up he can't help himself, he's coming before he can even think to try and stop himself 'Holy Fucking shit Dray shit fuck Draaay'

Draco pulls off with a satisfied smirk, crawling back up Harry's body he kisses him intensely while rubbing himself against Harry, the noises Harry was making was enough to get him close to coming, Harry stops Draco, rolls them over and with a few strokes of his hand, Draco's coming too, covering their stomachs.

Despite Harry's protests, Draco manages to drag Harry into the shower, they're too tired, and a little bit too drunk still to properly wash, but they're soon clean enough that neither of them are sticky.

Stumbling out of the bathroom, they both fall onto the bed, still wet and naked, but the moment they collapsed onto the bed, they curled up together and were asleep.