Harry hissed as Draco delivered a stinging slap to the side of his thigh as Harry slipped two fingers below the waistband of his shorts, sliding them along smooth skin.
"It'll be a punch next." Draco warned.
He laughed, dragging the tip of his tongue along his ear. "Mmm, I'd like to see you try." Harry traced at a jutting hipbone with his fingertip.
Draco growled, flipping himself quickly in the chair, punching the brunette hard in the chest before pinning him down. "Stop." He said, leaning in and licking a stripe up his neck. "You need to knock it off. I'm not walking in front of her with a hard dick Harry." Draco whispered softly.
Harry rolled his eyes. "That didn't even hurt." He teased, sealing their mouths in a hard kiss. "Do it again."
"Harry! No!" He cried out, peering down at the circular red mark right above the boy's nipple. "You're so full of shit, that did too hurt, look how damn red this is!"
Hermione looked at them, resting her chin in her hand. "It's like nothing has changed. Do you two really just bicker and hit each other all the time?"
Harry laughed, dragging his hands through blonde locks, pushing his bangs out of his face. "Pretty much. Then we make up, then we fight again." He trailed fingertips along a pointed jawline. "Then we might have a normal conversation for a bit, before pissing each other off again." He glanced at her from under the blonde.
"I'm sure it's nice to just have the stimulation, whether you're fighting or not." She said, leaning forward to take a drink.
"There's lots of stimulation, Hermione." Draco giggled, sitting up and crawling from the recliner.
"Malfoy!" Harry groaned, reaching for the remote, seeing that the credits for the movie had started to scroll across the television screen.
"You know what I mean. I like that Ron now has schoolwork and things to discuss with me now, I'm so thankful because it's much better than the constant Quidditch talk. You guys know me, I like to have actually have conversation." She took another drink, watching as Harry sat the chair up. "It's been nice being able to talk bookwork for once and he not be bored out of his skull."
Draco bit his lip. "Well, when we aren't acting like a bunch of school girls, you and I have some pretty intellectual conversation." He took a drink of his water, feeling his buzz finally settling down into something more managable. He scrubbed a hand through his hair.
"And if I didn't have that I think I would lose my mind." She laughed softly, taking her glass into the kitchen setting it in the now empty sink, the dishes having washed and stacked themselves in the drying rack. "I guess I'm going to head up to the bedroom, so you can punch each other some more." Hermione gave them both an eye roll when Draco landed another blow, making her way around the two. "Goodnight boys!"
Harry pulled the boy into a headlock, tugging his hair gently.
"Stop, you prick!" He cried out, wriggling around in his clutches. "Harry!"
He giggled, continuing to hold him down, reaching with his other hand and tickling his sides. "You think I wasn't going to get you back for punching me...twice!" He heard the blonde groan, drawing in sharp gasp of air as he was tickled.
"HARRY!" He said loudly, mangaging to slip from his grasp, face beet red and hair sticking out in tufts. Draco pushed lightly at him.
"What?" He muttered, eyeing his mussed lover, heart tightening.
"You're an ass!" Draco answered, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He bit his lip, feeling something shifting from their playfullness. He let out a little moan as he threw his arms around Harry's neck, kissing him heatedly.
He gasped, startled by Dracos' sudden movement, he drew him close, smoothing his hand down his back as he deepened the kiss, tongue sliding sloppily over his. Harry felt need for the blonde ripple slow and hot through his veins as he melted into Draco. "Oh hell." He whimpered as he ran out of air, seperating their mouths. He wound his arms tightly around a thin waist. "I want you so bad."
"That so, Mr. Potter?" He said, cheeks still bright pink as he tried to steady his racing heartbeat.
"Let's go upstairs." He said, moving away and shutting the television off and grabbing the boys hand, leading him towards the stairs. "I want to make you absolutely beg for me." Harry said, glancing over his shoulder, seeing the blonde redden, grey eyes darkening.
"You think I will?" He said, nerves twisting up in his stomach with anticipation of what The Golden Boy had in store for him. Draco toyed with the hem to his shirt as they entered into their bedroom, shutting the door behind him, locking it.
"I know you will." Harry assured, pulling his wand out and casting a silencing charm, turning to face the nervous little blonde. "What are you so fidgety for?"
"I'm nervous!" He muttered, eyes raising up to meet Harry's as he closed the space between them. Draco felt as though the brunette was taking all the air from the room, his skin prickling and he hadn't even been touched yet.
Harry laughed, playing with the hem to Draco's shirt before tugging it up and over his head. "Why are you nervous?"
"Because of all the hell you're fixing to put me through, Harry!" He shivered as fingertips barely brushed circles around his nipples. He clicked his jaw as those fingers moved down his chest, tracing abs and the V to the waistband of his shorts.
"You think I'm going to put you through hell?" He teased, leaping in his shorts as he watched the blonde already starting to struggle. "We've got the silencing charm on, you can make all the noise you want."
"That's the problem!"
"Why is that a problem?" Harry asked, sliding the pants and boxers to the floor together.
"Because I hate when I make all that noise!" Draco said, biting his lip, giving him a petulant look. "I get embarassed." He plucked idly at Harry's shirt, feeling the color rise further in his cheeks.
"Do you know how much I absolutely love every sound you make?" Harry said, reaching up to cup his chin so he could hold his gaze. "I want you to be comfortable with me. I don't want you to think you sound like a little bitch when you moan or anything like that. I want to know what feels good to you, and how will I know if you're quiet?" He used his free hand to bring the naked boy close, fingers curling around his bottom. He tilted Dracos head, leaning in and trailing light kisses along his neck, earning a little whine. "If it feels amazing, I want you to let me know. If it hurts, I want you to tell me." He moved his hand from his chin, twisting into blonde hair, tugging it. "I want you to be able to concentrate on what feels good, not worrying about making too much noise." Harry raked his eyes over Draco's pointed face. "Do you understand?"
He shivered once more, heart thudding at the idea of being so vocal. "I can try." He said softly.
"No, theres not going to be a 'try' there's going to be a 'will' because I'm going to make you." Harry said, giving him a lecherous look as he pulled his shirt off and tossed it, reaching down to grasp the blondes hands, turning and tossing him onto the bed. He watched Draco, whose face was still so pink, scoot backwards and into their many pillows, playing with his fingers. "Stop worrying, Draco!" He chided, slipping the remainder of his clothing off before joining his lover on the bed, pressing arms down into the pillows on either side of him, leaning in an taking his mouth in a slow kiss.
Draco swallowed, trying to contain his nerves as Harry kissed him. "I can't help it." He whispered when his lips were free. He shook his bangs back, still playing with his fingers.
"Is this because you're drunk?" Harry asked, cupping his chin and searching his face.
"No, I'm not even that buzzed anymore." He said as Harry settled on his knees between his thighs, free hand bringing Draco's legs to rest against his waist.
"Then why are you so anxious?" Harry questioned, watching Draco tug a pink lip between teeth. "I just want you to be comfortable, I'm not going to judge you if you make some crazy sound." He giggled softly, leaning in an kissing his forehead, feeling the blonde relax just a fraction. "You've heard some of the things that have come from me." He trailed his lips along his nose, taking his mouth in another deep kiss.
Draco took a slow breath, melting into the pillows slightly. "You're right." He murmured, letting out a little gasp as hands trailed along the sides of his thighs.
"I want this to be good for you, since you were so good earlier." Harry said, giving him a evil little smirk. He leaned in cupping a pointed jaw, kissing him slowly, slipping his tongue across Draco's.
"Good?"
Harry laughed against a full mouth, reaching in to tug at a nipple. "Good, brilliant, phenomenal, what more do you want you little ass?" He shifted closer, pressing their bodies further together.
He giggled, tilting his head back, silently telling the brunette he wanted his neck kissed. "Phenomenal is pretty fitting I suppose." Draco gasped as lips trailed along his Adam's apple. He reached out, running his hands down Harry's back.
"I'm going to make you squeal, Draco." He muttered, sucking gently at the skin there, trying his best to keep from going to quickly. Harry moved a hand down his back, arching Draco up against him as he tugged an earlobe.
"Harry." He said in a soft, breathy voice, shivering as he was brought closer to a tan torso. "You think you can?"
"I'm willing to guarantee it, Mr. Malfoy." He said, eyes alight as he kissed across his collarbone, lips sucking at flushed skin as he drug pink nipples into his mouth.
"Don't be so cocky." He chided, feeling his stomach quiver as lips moved along his chest, back to his mouth, covering it in a searing kiss.
"Mmm, you want to talk to me about being cocky?" Harry roamed his hands into Draco's lap, fingertips brushing along the insides of his thighs, taking great care to not touch his member.
"Speaking of cocky..." Draco murmured, leaning his head against the wall, eyes hooded. "Touch it."
"Absolutely not." Harry said, fingers rubbing the underside of his sac, earning a sharp gasp. "How many time's do I have to tell you that I am going to make you beg, Draco?" He looked up to lock green eyes with grey. He gripped the insides of his thighs, pushing them apart slightly, kissing Draco slowly, taking from him until the blonde was breathless and panting. "You're not going to persuede me otherwise so don't even try to think of something sly to say." He rubbed his thumbs in slow circles on the skin, peering down to see Draco twitching, a bead of pre-cum dribbling down his tip. "Why are you so hard already?" He teased, nibbling at a bruised lower lip.
"Because! Look at you, you're so sexy and when you tell me what to do it makes me absolutely crazy!" He whined, reaching up and threading hands in dark locks.
"Mmm, you like it when I tell you what to do, Dray?" Harry asked, moving his hands just slightly inward, thumbs pressing at the junction where each leg began. He felt a little thrill dance along his spine as he saw the blonde nod slightly.
"I do." He said softly. "I've spent my whole life giving orders to others, it feels nice to be bossed around a little." He gave him a little smirk. "I still think that you should touch my cock though."
Harry laughed, rolling his eyes. "I'm not doing it." He rubbed the underside of Draco's sac once more, kissing him a few times. "Even though it's taking everything I have to not lick that damn pre-cum off." He said in a breathy voice.
"Do it." Draco whimpered.
"You know I'm giving the orders around here right?" Harry scolded, rolling the skin there just slightly, watching a color bloomed in Draco's cheeks. "It's not going to happen."
Draco trailed his fingertip around one of Harry's nipples, biting his lower lip and raking his eyes over him. "Well, you said if I begged for it..." He said softly.
He felt his breath catch in the back of his throat as he looked at this blonde monster, grey eyes feral. How could he have not figured Draco would find a way to cheat the system. "Don't." He muttered.
"But Harry..." He said in a quiet voice, pulse thrumming as he saw Harry visibly slacken.
"You're cheating."
"Mmm, am I?" Draco tugged at the pink nub.
"Stop." Harry said in what he had hoped was a stern voice, eyes drifting shut when he heard a delicately placed whimper issue from the blonde, the sound slicing through the strings of Harry's self control, just as Draco had intended. Harry leaned in and kissed along his jawline, fingers digging into the his thighs, leaving bruises. "It's not happening."
"Harry please," He let out a breathy little moan.
"No. I want to hear you actually beg, not being a little brat." He muttered, dragging his tongue from collarbone to earlobe, sucking the flesh into his mouth, earning a gasp.
Draco giggled. "I'm not being a little brat." He felt himself tighten even further, the need for Harry almost too much as he felt hands move inward, thumbs running along each side of his groin, avoiding his cock.
"You are too, I don't know why I didn't think you'd find a way to fuck the system." Harry said, kissing at each nipple.
"I really do want you to touch me though." He began, tugging his lower lip between teeth, eyes slightly wide when Harry sat back to look at him. "I can't wait anymore." Draco said in a very quiet voice.
"What was that?" He crept fingers a fraction closer.
"I can't..."
Harry kissed him hard, a thin strand of spit dangling between them when he separated their mouths. "Can't what?" He watched cheeks turn nearly purple with color as slate eyes snapped shut.
"Harry."
"Tell me."
He cried out, clamping his hand over his mouth, whole body seemingly going to catch fire if Harry didn't touch him.
"Draco Malfoy."
"Touch me! For fucks sake, Harry. I can't take it anymore, I'm going to lose my mind if you don't do something!" He begged, dragging a hand through Harry's locks, tugging them hard.
He let out a throaty laugh, blood surging from his brain as he watched his lover crack. Harry shifted, leaning in, dragging the very tip of his tongue just along where that bead of pre-cum had spilled over the edge. He sat back up, watching a slack jaw suddenly tighten back up as Draco's eyes snapped open. He gave him a dirty little smirk.
"Are you serious?"
Harry giggled, smoothing his hands around to cup at Draco's behind, squeezing hard as he moved closer. "Mmm, what?" He kissed along his shoulder. "I said I wanted to lick that pre-cum off and you said do it...so I did."
He growled in utter frustration, sweat beginning to prickle at his hair line as he felt lips against his neck once more. "Harry. Why..." He was cut off with a long kiss.
The brunette nibbled at Draco's chin, pressing his erection up against him, earning a hiss, the blonde finally getting some much needed contact. "Why what?"
"Why are you doing this to me?" He muttered, shaking his hair out of his eyes, chest heaving slightly.
"Because I love making you crazy." He stated, giving his bottom another squeeze.
"I'm going to burst." He groaned, cock aching.
Harry pulled a hand out, reaching down to circle him just slightly, the skin so heated it was almost too much for him. "No, you're not. You're not coming until all the way inside you." He clamped him hard at his base, the sudden movement causing the blonde to come up off the bed, wail spilling from bruised lips. "As deep as I can get." He said in a low voice, heart nearly stopping when he saw Draco absolutely melt away.
"I can't." He whimpered.
"Do I need to put that ring on?" Harry asked, glancing at the bedside table. "Because you aren't coming any time soon." He watched as grey eyes went wide.
"Does it hurt?" He asked, taking a deep breath as Harry leaned forward, pulling the drawer open and pulling out a purple ring of silicone and he bottle of lubricant.
"It's weird at first, I won't lie." He said, taking Draco's hand and making him grip himself as Harry pumped a tiny bit of liquid onto his fingers, rubbing them around the inside of the ring. "But after a while, you don't feel it as much." He stretched the band slightly, drawing it over Draco's length, shifting it until it was in place. He kissed him. "And when I'm ready for you to come, I'll take it off." He scooped the blonde up, tugging two pillows out from behind him. Harry turned him over, setting him so Draco's pelvis was on the pillows, ass elevated. "Okay?"
Draco nodded, reaching for another pillow to tuck under his head, turning to look at the brunette. "Okay." He whispered.
Harry ghosted his hands along a full bottom, letting out a soft whimper. "Your ass is perfect."
He giggled, feeling his cheeks tint at the compliment. Draco wriggled his rear at him.
He spanked him hard, watching as a muscled back arched, red mouth dropping open, smirk wiped right off. He sucked in a breath as he spread him, shaking each cheek.
"Stop playing with it."
"I will do whatever I please." Harry contested, dragging a thumb over his entrance as he squeezed. "If I want to spend the next half hour playing with it I will."
"I think you should eat it."
"I'm not currently taking suggestions, but thanks." Harry muttered, leaning in and pressing kisses along Draco's lower back as he continued to play with Draco's behind.
"You're such a dick." He giggled.
Harry bit his lip, sitting up and spreading him again, dripping spit onto his pucker. He drew his finger in slow circles around, reaching down to give him a stroke. "What do you want me to do?" He leaned in, blowing cool air on his entrance, watching as pale thighs shuddered.
"I want you to eat my ass, Harry." He muttered.
He sighed, giving the blonde another spank. "What do you want me to do?"
Draco squealed, gripping the pillow. "I want you to eat my ass!" He let his head fall forward as he was spanked again. "Please!" He said in a quiet sob.
Harry obliged, sliding onto his stomach so he was level with his target. He drug the flat of his tongue from sac to tailbone, earning a choked moan. He sucked at the skin of each thigh, leaving angry red marks, reaching down to adjust himself against the sheets. He absolutely loved pulling these sounds from the blonde, heart thrumming, knowing he was letting go of any inhibitions he had had. He traced lazy circles with his tonuge around his entrance, shivering when he heard Draco whimper loudly. "That feel good?"
Draco let out a throaty giggle. "That feels phenomenal." He gave the brunette a wink, biting his lower lip.
"Prat." Harry chided, deciding to give in just a little to the blonde, flicking his tongue quickly over his skin, the breathy cry he earned going straight for his cock. He continued to lick him, sucking and stretching him until Draco was limp and panting, pouring sweat.
"Oh fuck, Harry please." He moaned, as a finger slipped inside him.
"I love hearing you moan, Draco." He murmured, adding another after a few passes. "You look so damn good right now, all sweaty and pink, your perfect hair completely fucked." He let out a little groan as the needy blonde's entrance greedily accepted another finger. Harry watched as his head fell forward, a loud wail issued into the pillow as he was stretched. He used his other hand to give him a few strokes. "I've never seen you take this many."
"I'm fucking worked up, Harry." He cried out, glancing back at the brunette as those fingers pressed deeper. "I need you." Draco growled.
"Yeah?" Harry teased.
Draco let out a breathy laugh. "Put your dick in, so you can take this ring off."
"Is it starting to hurt?" Harry asked, easing his fingers away and reaching for the lube, eyes trailing to Dracos almost purple length.
"It's tight." He muttered, looking at him. "It's been on a while."
"If I take it off, will you be able to hold out?" Harry asked, slicking himself.
"I can try." Draco answered, shifting up slightly so the brunette could slip the silicone away from his aching cock. "That already feels a lot better."
Harry smoothed his hand down Draco's back, tapping his length against his entrance hard, causing the blonde to squeal. "Arch your back." He urged, biting his lower lip when he watched his lover open up to him. "Ready?"
He nodded, clutching the pillow. "I am. Come on."
He gripped at his hip, guiding himself slowly inside the blonde. "Mmm, you took all that and you're still so tight."
Draco giggled, puckering his lips up at Harry. "I know you're not complaining."
He gave a hard thrust, watching those puckered lips part in a sharp cry. Harry leaned in and wrapped his arm around Dracos chest, kissing at his shoulder as he started a slow rhythm. "Not one bit." He said, biting the skin there.
He let out a little puff of air. "You'd better not take too long if you expect us to come together."
"I thought you were going to try to hold out." Harry said, thrusting against him, orgasm pooling in the pit of his stomach.
Draco laughed. "Yeah, are you kidding me?" He let the brunette kiss him deeply, moaning into his mouth. "I'm lucky I've lasted this long." He wriggled his bottom up against Harry's pelvis, trying to spur him on. "Fuck me, Harry." He whimpered, giving him a heated look.
He growled, tugging him close as he pounded against the now wailing blonde, biting hard at the junction where neck met shoulder, pushing deeply. He felt Draco begin to shake, head dropping into the pillow as he came hard. Harry kissed at the back of his neck, the sweat there stinging his chapped lips.
Draco whimpered into the pillow, heart feeling as though it were going to burst from his chest as he streamed into the sheets. "Harry!" He babbled.
"I'm gonna come." He muttered against his skin, slamming into him. Harry kissed along his neck, shuddering as he came deep inside his lover. Harry gasped for air, struggling to keep from collapsing down onto Draco as he slowly came down.
Draco sighed, easing away from Harry and sinking into the pillow, trying to take steady breaths. "Man..." He breathed after some time.
"Mmhmm..." Harry said, rolling to lay beside Draco. "I can't believe how much noise you made." He reached over lacing their fingers.
He giggled, turning his face to look at Harry. "Me either. It was nice not having to worry about what I sound like." Draco used his free hand to smooth his sweat soaked bangs from his eyes.
Harry brought the hand up to kiss at fingers. "I'm glad it was good for you, Dray. I want you to always be like that, even when you top."
"Mmm, one thing at a time, Harry." He teased. He took a deep breath, watching his boyfriend's chest rise and fall as he settled down. "I love you, baby."
"Love you too." He said, giving him a sly little grin.
"What's that grin for?" Draco asked, shifting the pillows out from under his pelvis, tossing them up to the head of the bed before rolling onto his side in search for his wand.
"Because that was so good...so good." He muttered as Draco cast a cleaning charm. He sat up slowly, making his way off the bed and stretching, joints clicking. "You excited knowing that in a few days time we'll have another boy in this bed?" He rummaged for their discarded shorts, tossing Draco's before winding into his own.
"I just hope it goes well, I mean it won't be like Evan...where we just kissed him. This we might actually be doing...stuff." Draco said, shifting into his shorts.
"We don't have to do anything more than you're comfortable with. If it goes too far, you stop it, do you understand me?" He said, climbing back into the bed, peeling the blankets over.
"I understand." Draco muttered, looking at him as Harry tucked them into bed. "I just don't want to get super caught up and someone end up having sex...you know?"
Harry leaned in, giving him a sound kiss. "Only you will be having sex with me and only I with you." He cupped his jaw, watching as grey eyes searched his. "Anything further than touching will have to be okayed. I want this to be good for you."
"We will just have to take it slow. Maybe once I've had a few drinks, I won't feel so nervous."
"No, how about one drink and I'll work you up, okay?" He said, running the tips of his fingers around Draco's ear. Harry took his glasses off, setting them on his bedside table before tucking a pillow under his free arm. "I don't want you to get drunk and then agree to things you might not agree to sober."
"Okay." He said softly, biting his lip. Draco hitched the blanket up a little higher, letting out a long sigh.
"We need to go to bed, it's late." He gave the blonde a wicked little grin. "We spent and awful long time fooling around." Harry leaned in giving him one last soft kiss before shutting the lamp off.
