Draco's pov

His tongue pushed past my lips and into my throat I moaned wanting more my head was spinning, warm hands slid up my shirt then they were sliding down to the waistband of my pants"mmmm" he muttered against my lips "you look so hot in my clothes" " hot enough to eat?" "are you saying what I think you're saying Malfoy?" "maybe" I pull away from his kiss and nip at his earlobe.

Next his tongue traced my collarbone over my tattoo I got which hurt by the way, and it read harry and he had my name tattooed on his pulled the skin of my collarbone between his teeth, hard enough to leave a hicky shoving my hands through his silky hair I let a yelp when he pinches my arse.

"What was that for?" I gasped harry pulled me closer and whispered in my ear "because you have such a gorgeous arse, and I can never get enough of it"

Out of the corner of my eye a flyer it read:

DO YOU AND YOUR PARTNER WANT TO GET MESSY? WE DO LOVE PAINTING!

"Draco what are you thinking?" a smile spread across my face, "we're going painting"

1 hour later...

As soon as we stepped inside all the paint still in there tins the colours begging to be used, harry's fingers dug deeper into my palm, he lets go of my hand and starts to strip off his clothes I also do the same.

SPLASH!

harry had emptied the contents of the pink paint on himself I couldn't help myself I let out a laugh " you look dumb in pink" I get the eyebrow I know I'm in no he's going to give me a wet, squishy , pinky hug, I back myself away from him, blue paint in hand "no harry I know what you're thinking don't even think about-" SQUISH to late.

He pulls me into a hug he nuzzles into me rubbing the paint against my skin, opening the the blue paint and toss it over his head, harry wipes his eyes and said "really Draco?" in playful tone "yes really harry" he tries to stifle his laugh, but fails we both continue to splatter each other with paint, until there was no paint left.

Now it was my turn to pull him into a hug our cocks stiff against each other's bodies we moaned "oh draco I love you so much" "no I love you more" "true, true, but I can make you shiver", with the tip of his finger he runs it along my back and my spine I shiver "oh god you are so good, do that again".

Harry's fingertip slowly circles lower and lower until I can feel my wings were about to come out, gasping for air I roughly shove him onto the marbled floor, hurrying out the door I summon my clothes and I leave my lover on the paint splattered floor.