"I'm starving!" Draco said, leaning deep into Harry's fridge.
"I'm not surprised, a week of nonstop sex can do that to a person," Harry snorted and for a moment, he loosened his hold on his sheets.
Fall down, fall down, fall down! Draco urged the sheet. He wanted to see it again.
Harry caught him looking and looked at him with complete dismay. "Are you serious? You want to see it again?"
"No I don't," Draco lied rather unconvincingly.
"I just flashed you five minutes ago!"
"Yes I know," Draco admitted, "but…"
In all actuality, Draco didn't know what precisely was so captivating about Harry's cock. It wasn't as if he hadn't had one at one point in time. But Harry's looked nothing like his former member, though they were similar in size. Perhaps it was because Draco had seen so few and had never been intimate with a cock other than his own, that he was so enamored with Harry's.
"Oh alright, who am I to refuse a pretty lady?" Harry gave in, dropping the sheets so that Draco could have a quick peek. "Satisfied you strumpet?"
"Nowhere near," Draco said cheerfully.
This was wonderful.
Life was wonderful.
He was in love.
Draco wondered briefly if his love for Harry made him gay, but then he decided it didn't matter. It would never matter, because Harry would never find out that he was a man…Draco Malfoy. He would go on thinking that he was a she named Darcy, and they would get married and have little gorgeous babies. It would all work out.
Because Malfoys always got what they wanted.
"Let's go back," Draco said, dragging on Harry's arm.
"But I thought you said you were hungry?"
"I said that?" Draco asked innocently. "Well, I didn't mean it. Let's go back." He began sucking on Harry's earlobe in order to up his persuasiveness.
"Umm, yes…let's do that," Harry said, his voice trailing off as he picked Draco up off the floor. "Food…is for…wankers…"
"What in Merlin's hell are you doing?" a deep voice from the doorway shocked them.