Draco reached up and put Harry's face in his hands, bringing his mouth down on his.
There was no hesitation on either end, their mouths moved together in harmony, Harry's hands wrapped around Draco's waist. Draco's right hand grabbed gently into Harry's hair and the other stayed on his face, gently rubbing his cheek. Their tongues collided and maneuvered around one another, each desperate to explore the other's mouth. Harry kicked off his shoes and pulled Draco to the bed. Their lips only parted for partial breaths of air, Harry unbuttoned Draco's shirt and pulled it over his shoulders and down his arms. He moved frantically to pull the undershirt out from his trousers and Draco's fingers fumbled with the button on Harry's jeans.
Harry pulled his mouth from Draco's, "take your bloody shirt off," he breathed as he swatted Draco's hands away and slipped his jeans off over his feet. Draco pulled the white t-shirt up and over his head revealing his scarred, milky, skin that Harry had spent countless weeks dreaming about in the past. Harry ran his hands down Draco's chest, biting his lip at the muscles that rippled across there.
He pushed Draco down on the bed and pulled his face up to his, searching his sterling eyes. Draco pushed himself back, pulling Harry on top of him. Both men were breathing heavily. Harry was only in his boxers, which made his eagerness very apparent. Draco clawed his nails down Harry's back, throwing back his head for Harry to suck on his neck. He moved his hands south of Harry's body, rubbing his hand against the growing bulge. Harry moaned into Draco's ear, a most irresistible sound to Draco. He bit his lip, holding back the whimper that wanted to escape.
Harry sat up and took off Draco's belt, followed by his trousers and underwear. Draco pulled on the waistband of Harry's boxers, they slid down around his knees to reveal a generous cock, throbbing with excitement. Draco wasted no time handling Harry, stroking slowly at the tip. Harry's eyes closed and he groaned. He brought himself down on top of Draco between his legs, holding himself up. His hand didn't leave Harry.
Harry bit and sucked all along Draco's neck, leaving bruises for sure. Each man was moaning in their own pleasure, Harry felt Draco's hips moving beneath him. He pulled Draco's hand away, and brought both up above his head. For a moment, they both looked at one another, both had dreamed this would happen, but neither ever thought it would. Harry looked at Draco, pupils full with lust, his cheeks pink from flush, he crashed his mouth down on his own. Draco sighed into the kiss. Harry, poised between Draco's legs, began moving his hips, brushing their hard cocks together. Harry moved his lips to Draco's neck, looking for the spot to make Draco moan, he found it in the hollow above his collarbone.
Their hips moved in unison, bringing them closer to climax, both men breathing hard, putting their mouths on any available surface they could find, moaning with each thrust against the other.
Draco pulled Harry's hair, bringing his mouth to his, filling every sensation with his mouth in their last few thrusts. They moaned into each other, Harry shuddered over him as the last drops were pulled from his aching member. Draco dropped his head back on the pillow, his eyes closed. Harry rolled to the side, laying down next to Draco. The men spent time catching their breath.
Draco broke the silence.
"Bloody hell, that was unexpected."
"Yeah." Harry nodded in agreement.
Silence followed.
Harry propped himself up on one arm, letting his gaze linger on Draco's pale body.
"Stop staring, potter." Draco murmured, his eyes closed, "It's not polite."
"I can't." Harry dragged one finger down Draco's side, eliciting a shiver.
Harry chuckled. He reached for his wand and cleaned up the mess that was created between them.
"I'm tired," Harry commented.
Draco yawned in agreement.
Harry summoned an extra blanket and threw it over their naked bodies before curling in to the side of Draco. He wasn't sure if this was normal, but he was too tired to worry about it right now. He quickly fell asleep next to Draco.
Draco drifted off in time, rolling onto his stomach and curving one arm around Harry.