Draco rolled with Lex's buck, riding out the suddenness of Lex thrusting. Lex's expression was a mixture of surprise, awe, and panic. It took no more than two rocks of his hips for Draco to understand why, as he watched Lex's face screw up and turn bright red and felt the pulse of completion.
The twinge of disappointment didn't remain. Draco should've thought to take the edge off first. If Lex had been even a fraction as aroused as Draco, it was understandable why he'd finished so fast. Draco wouldn't last long, either.
"All right?" Draco said, studying Lex.
"Yes," Lex clipped, not opening his eyes. The downturn tilt of his lips and the continued redness to his skin told Draco he was embarrassed. Again, understandable, but Draco didn't want this to end before it really started.
Propped half-sitting against the headboard, Lex's mouth was easy to reach. Draco brushed a kiss across Lex's lips, then another and another, until Lex reciprocated. Tingles trickled down his spine when Lex kissed him back. Tiny shocks prickled his bare skin wherever Lex touched. It was like nothing he'd felt before— no, that wasn't true. He had felt the shocks and tingles once before: three years ago, with Lex.
Tucking away the information for later examination, Draco lost himself in the depths of Lex's mouth. He breathed heavily through his nose, gasping for extra air between the slide and thrust of their tongues and the crush of their lips. He moaned in the back of his throat, passion rising. He wrapped his hand around his stiffness and jacked with agonizing slowness, teasing himself mad.
His hand depressed the pillow behind Lex's shoulder, fingers curling in the soft material as his pleasure grew. Lex's fingers skimmed over Draco's shoulders, leaving a trail of shocks in their wake. Lex turned his head, breaking the kiss, and Draco raised his to look at Lex. Lex panted, air escaping past his wet, swollen mouth, hot against Draco's face. His stunning blue eyes focused on Draco, as he lowered his hand between them. Fingers wrapped around Draco's over his length.
Draco uttered a curse, hips jerking reflexively, bucking into their dual grip. Lex watched him intently as their conjoined hands stroked faster and rougher. Sweat dampened Draco's hairline. His heart rate picked up speed. All the while, he felt like he was drowning in Lex's gaze.
He climaxed swiftly and violently, without warning, completion ripped from his core. He spattered onto Lex's abdomen with a choked cry. The world went out of focus, his body shuddering hard.
When the last drop was wrung from him, Draco dove into a harsh, messy kiss. Lex's arms went around his shoulders and Draco shoved his other hand under the pillow beside Lex's head. Their chests plastered together and squelched. Draco didn't care. He kissed Lex with more hunger and passion than he'd felt prior to then. The tingling spread throughout his body, sparks dancing behind his closed eyelids. The air crackled. Lex hardened again.
With a wounded-sounding groan, Draco began moving atop Lex. Lex scrabbled for purchase, raised his knees, putting his heels against the bed, and thrust up with his pelvis. Draco kissed Lex rougher, panting into Lex's mouth, bouncing, rocking. His thighs and arse burned. Lex humped up into him, scratching and grasping Draco's back, neck, arms and shoulders, breathing raggedly. Heat rose from their sweating bodies. The bed squeaked. Lex cried out.
Afterward, Draco didn't move far. His semi-hard shaft nestled against Lex's spent length. The extra pillows were thrown onto the floor. Stretched out over Lex, supporting his weight on his elbows and knees, positioned between Lex's thighs, Draco's lips met Lex's lazily, bringing them down from their coital high. Lassitude surrounded the bed, weighing Draco's limbs down. Lex stroked a hand idly up and down Draco's arm.
"Mn," Draco hummed, exhaling contentedly, laving his tongue against Lex's lower lip. "I'm glad I didn't get the chance to obliviate you."
"'Obliviate'?"
"Erase your memory." Draco bit Lex lightly on the chin, enjoying the sight of Lex's flushed countenance. "I'd planned to do it that night, after we'd fucked like satyrs."
But things had happened, like being called by Lord Voldemort and having to wipe out the Puddlemere United Quidditch team without the ability to give warning. That had been a night he'd rather forget.
"The stick," Lex said, thoughts tumbling visibly in his eyes. "You think you're a wizard."
"Fifteenth generation pureblooded wizard." Draco shifted and pulled his wand from beneath the pillow. It was still attached to the wrist holder. The leather straps dangled, gold buckles glinting in the waning sunlight coming through the windows.
Muggles tended not to believe unless they were shown, Draco knew. Lex's skepticism radiated from him. Draco aimed his wand at the clock on the night table and pictured a silk scarf. The buckles jingled with a complicated flick of the tip and a silently spoken incantation.
The clock lengthened and softened, turning from black to green, until it fully transfigured into a scarf. Lex gasped softly. He stretched, snagging the edge of silk between his fingertips. The scarf flowed between his hands as he examined it. Draco shifted off of Lex onto the bed beside him and scowled when he saw faint time stamps in the material.
"I'd say it was a trick, but I don't know when you would've set it up," Lex said, squinting at the material.
"Wingardium leviosa," Draco cast with a flick and a swish, buckles smacking lightly against his wrist. The silk scarf lifted into the air like on an invisible string. Concentrating, he raised the scarf high, near the ceiling, and made it float magically around the room.
Lex gaped, and then wrinkled his brows, as if trying to think of a rational explanation for a flying scarf. Draco smirked, made the scarf dive bomb Lex, freeze at the last second, and tickle his nose with the frayed end. Lex sneezed. Draco laughed. The spell broke and the scarf landed on Lex's face.
"Imhotep was one of the first humans labeled as a 'wizard' because of his genius and ability to diagnose and cure people's illnesses. After his death, the Egyptians worshiped him as one of their gods," Lex said almost absently, as he ran the scarf through his fingers again. "Today, he is more commonly known for his coining the phrase, 'Eat, drink, and be merry for tomorrow we shall die'."
"I never paid attention in History of Magic, so I couldn't tell you if you're right or not," Draco said, freeing his wand from its holster and setting both on the night table. He didn't clean up, because they were only going to get dirty again, and soon, too.
"How does it work?"
"How does what work?" Draco said.
Lex pointed over Draco at the night table. "Your wand. Unless you call it something else."
"No, it's a wand." Draco picked up the wand again and held it between the tips of his fingers, showing Lex. "A wand is a wizard's or witch's instrument to use the magic inside of them. With the proper spell word or wand movement, you can do about anything."
"Like get from Metropolis to Smallville in a few seconds?" Lex said, appearing fascinated.
Draco nodded. "I apparated here. I had to take an International Portkey to get to America, though. I'm not powerful enough to travel such a long distance without being splinched."
Lex glanced questioningly at him, and Draco knew what he wanted explained. "A portkey is an item ensorcelled to transport you between two points without using your own magic. Splinching is when you apparate from one place to another, only you leave like normal and reappear with a leg sticking out of your forehead."
"So, magic isn't perfect, or easy," Lex said, looking at the time stamps on the scarf again.
"No," Draco said, climbing suddenly on top of Lex. "But it can be a lot of fun. Inligo."
The scarf slithered out of Lex's hands, wrapped around both his wrists, and tied them above his head to the bedframe. Draco smirked at the startled expression on Lex's face. His shaft hardened, pressed against Lex's stomach. He traced the tip of his wand down Lex's neck, tapping the hollow of his throat. "Let me show you a little something I picked up during my schooldays…"
-tbc