Title: Dessert
by juxtaposed
Harry was quick, but apparently Draco was much, much quicker, for when Harry burst past the doors, he saw neither hide nor hair of the blonde boy. Where on Earth could he have gone, Harry wondered, frowning. Then his lover's words came to mind. The kitchens. Of course! And with his extensive knowledge of Hogwarts' passageways and shortcuts to guide him, he all but ran to his destination.
He was frantically and breathlessly tickling the pear when the portrait swung open, and Harry burst in to find Draco seated casually at a table, giving a final instruction to a House Elf. Harry thought he heard the words "alone" and "morning" but even as he cocked his head to the side in curiosity the blonde was smirking at him.
"What is it?"
"You look a mess," Draco remarked, reaching out to straighten Harry's robes a little. "What did you do, run here?"
Harry flushed. "Well, yes…" Then a thought occurred to him. "How'd you come down here so fast, anyway?"
Draco smirked some more. "I'm very good at…going down, Harry. Have you forgotten?" he said off-handedly, ignoring Harry's deepened blush and knowing smile as he adjusted the Gryffindor's tie. "You never knot this properly," Draco half-scolded, then his hands moved to smooth out wrinkles in Harry's robes and shirt.
"What's the point? It's all going to come off anyway," Harry said impatiently, smacking Draco's hands away, ignoring the deadly glare shot at him by the Slytherin.
"The point," Draco said icily, "is that it is important to remain presentable at all times." His voice softened, as heat replaced the coldness in his tone. "Although I suppose you may be right about this time…"
So quickly Harry could barely catch his breath, Draco's arms had shot out to grip the back of his head and pull him close, and then suddenly the blonde's lips were crashing against his in a forceful, searing kiss. For all the rest of his cool exterior, Draco's pink, full lips were hot and pliant as they pressed against his own, and insistently parted them. Harry eagerly complied, and soon they were both lost to each other; their warmth, their passion, their need for one another.
Harry's hands were now buried in the fine silkiness of Draco's white-gold hair, and gone was Draco's perfectly tamed mane to mildly tangled, wildly messy locks. Meanwhile Draco's hands were gently dancing over Harry's skin, moving from behind his head, to brush his jaw, to cradle his cheek, then back to tickling the fine hairs on the back of Harry's neck.
"You taste…like…chocolate…" Harry breathed, as his lips and tongue continued their fiery duel with Draco's. He nipped at his boyfriend's lower lip, sucking at it gently then used the opportunity to sweep his tongue along the inside of Draco's parted mouth. "So good…I want…more…"
Draco responded to Harry's moans and murmurs with a deep, languorous kiss; he playfully swirled his tongue around Harry's. The pair clung to each other desperately; hands roaming, searching, feeling, tangling, gripping, begging…
And then Draco pulled away, leaving Harry to let out a whine of indignation and disappointment.
Draco took that moment to really examine Harry. His emerald eyes were dark, rimmed with boyishly long lashes, and previously half-lidded, but currently wide open in frustration. The nostrils of his long, straight nose were flaring slightly, as Harry panted heavily, and his cheeks were flushed. Harry's lips were slightly swollen from the thorough kissing he had just experienced, and were red, full, parted and slightly wet…
He was beautiful, he was sexy, he was perfect, and Draco found himself eagerly wanting to snog him, touch him, be with him, love him, some more and never ever stopping, not even to breathe…because Harry was all he wanted, all he needed, all he loved…
"You are absolutely beautiful, do you know that, Harry?" he murmured. Their eyes locked in a gaze, as Draco continued huskily, "And I love you so much…"
"I love you too, Draco…" Harry's voice was soft, and low. Their lips met again, in a slow, tender kiss, before Harry spoke up again, almost shyly. "But if you don't stop teasing me I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands."
Draco let out a throaty chuckle. "I'd like to watch that, actually."
Harry's cheeks turned a deeper red. "That's not what -"
He never finished his sentence, because halfway through, Draco's lips crashed onto his, and then they were living off each other's need again, their mouths and tongues dueling and dancing and seeking…
Draco's hands were sliding down his body slowly, traveling over his shirt, and Harry let out a soft groan of appreciation to signal that Draco could, and should, do a lot more. The corners of Draco's lips turned up in amusement at this, even as they were pressed heatedly against Harry's eager mouth.
He slowly brought his hands back up, deliberately dragging them slowly against Harry's chest, till he arrived at the top button of Harry's shirt. It was undone quickly, and Draco's fingers left teasing patterns on the newly exposed skin, followed by his mouth, which he temporarily detached from Harry's to lay kisses on each inch of skin that was revealed before returning to kiss the raven-haired boy passionately. This was repeated with each and every single button; Draco's hands would tease Harry, then his lips and tongue would take over, sprinkled with the occasional nip of his teeth. At the end of this, Harry was left a hot, quivering mess; his breathing was uncontrolled and erratic; and Draco was all but on his knees in front of Harry, looking up with lust-clouded steel eyes and pouty pink lips, the sight of which only served to heighten the Gryffindor's lust.
His hands tangled almost unconsciously in Draco's hair, gripping the blonde's head tighter. "Draco…"
Draco smirked slightly at his lover's impatience, and pulled himself up to gently press a kiss to Harry's nose. "Yes, love?"
Harry let out a soft growl. "I want you." Their eyes met, and Draco could see the pure heat in the other boy's eyes, which he knew was reflected in his. "Now." And then his brief moment of aggression and dominance was over, and he gave himself over to Draco again, put himself at his mercy again.
Draco, for his part, immediately took control. He nodded, and pushed aside the material of Harry's shirt, letting it slip to the floor unnoticed. He gazed heatedly at the smooth, slightly scar-blemished skin that drew firmly over Harry's slim muscled frame. His eyes blazed a trail, from the defined angles of Harry's jaw, to the smooth curve of Harry's neck, down his flat, wide chest to his toned stomach, which then disappeared teasingly under Harry's jeans.
"This," Draco growled as he tugged lightly at Harry's waistband, "needs to go."
Wordlessly, Harry nodded, and allowed Draco to pull his pants down, leaving him in only his boxers now, and even that wasn't hiding much. Draco allowed himself a quick leer at the rise in the material, before he pressed himself flush against Harry's body, and their lips met again fleetingly, but with innate heat. Draco's mouth moved from Harry's lips to his ear, and his tongue darted out to tease the shell of Harry's ear, which made the raven-haired boy gasp sharply, and the blonde smile.
"Do you like that, love?" Draco murmured, his warm breath tickling Harry's neck. Harry made a sort of throaty moan of agreement, which lengthened and deepened as Draco began attaching his lips to the soft skin, gently suckling and nipping. Draco's hands, which were lightly exploring Harry's head and shoulders, slid down to teasingly brush Harry's nipples, and a loud moan escaped from the Gryffindor's throat.
"Draco…"
The Slytherin in question just swirled his tongue on Harry's skin in reply, his hands moving with more determination and purpose now, tugging and twisting; reducing his lover to moans and sighs of his name. Then he began moving, his mouth mapping out a hot, wet trail down Harry's neck, his tongue teasing his collarbone, then so slow it was painful, he brought his warm lips to where his fingers were, and soon his mouth, lips, teeth, tongue – they were attending to Harry's nipple with great earnest, causing even more mindless babbling to erupt from his boyfriend. Draco snuck a look up at Harry, whose eyes were so heavily lidded Draco could barely see a hint of the beautiful emerald beneath, and whose lips were parted – moving in accordance with the random noises emitting from Harry – with a light shine of wetness on the deep red.
Draco switched over to the other nipple and was rewarded with new cries of pleasure from his lover. The blonde allowed his hands to travel further down Harry's body, and paused at his hips, steadying them as Harry tried to buck against Draco desperately. His mouth drifted lower as well, leaving little reddish marks of possession on Harry's smooth skin. Harry's hips were moving of their own accord now, straining against Draco's hands, begging to press against Draco, any part of Draco. Draco's breath was warm, tickling Harry's skin; his mouth was hot and wet on Harry's hipbone. Harry shuddered involuntarily, incomprehensible noises and pleas issuing forth, as his body continued to struggle, to move towards the heat…it was so close, but still too far away, and it was driving Harry mad…
"Draco," he moaned, almost begging. "God, Draco…please…"
He looked down at the Slytherin, straight into stormy silver orbs, which were practically glowing with desire and heat, so unlike the usual coolness that resided there. Draco lazily patterned Harry's skin with his tongue, although he locked gazes eagerly with his lover, lust and amusement playing in his expression. "Please what, love?"
"Please," Harry whimpered, unable to say anything else; Draco's teasing was pushing him to the brink of frustration and desperation, he was aching and wanting and needing… "Please…Draco…"
Draco deliberately let his breath ghost over Harry, so close to Harry's need that the Gryffindor let a soft cry escape. Draco smiled to himself, he loved to get Harry all riled up like this, he loved to see his boyfriend all flushed and debauched and so very obviously seeking more, he loved to hear Harry plead and beg for Draco to take him, to have his wicked way with him, to make him scream, to claim him, to mark him, to possess him…
It was taking all of Draco's self-control not to just go ahead and shag the Golden Boy right where they were, into the floor of Hogwart's kitchen, as undignified as that would be. But he managed to control his own fiery need, because he was recalling the whole reason they were there in the first place.
With one last firm, smooth swipe of his tongue along the band of Harry's boxers, he slowly rained kisses on Harry's skin, making his way back up until his mouth was teasing Harry's earlobe, then he murmured into his lover's ear.
"It occurs to me," Draco drawled huskily, "that I am due to coat you in chocolate and lick it off your soft, smooth, perfect skin."
AN: Aw, you're all going to kill me for leaving it there, aren't you? Haha. Well, at least this way you all have the chocolate-Harry-consumption to look forward to in the next chapter. (grin) And you all can't kill me. Why? Cause you know you wont get the final part of this fic if you do…(insert evil laughter here)
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A note - I got a very good question about why Harry was celebrating in school, since his birthday is during the holidays, and, er...quite frankly, that's just a hell of a plothole which I hope you'll ignore. (blushes sheepishly) Make up your own story - he's hiding from Voldemort, he just likes Hogwarts better, whatever you want.
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