Authors Note: Well I'm not sure if everyone wanted more... but I decided, fuck it. Of course we want more. So here you go... have some smut before the next plot begins.
Why couldn't Draco move? He tried to shift in his bed only to realize there was a heavy weight on him. He blinked a few times and could see Harrys sleeping form just inches from him. Harry looked so peaceful. His mouth slightly parted, breathing softly. Harrys hair falling into his face covering his closed eyes. His arm was thrown over Draco's waist keeping their bodies close. Their legs were all tangled together.
Draco left a soft smile fall onto his lips as he watched the tanned chest rise and fall with each breath. Harry looked like a wet dream in his bed. How he had managed to snag him all for himself was still beyond him.
He reached out to brush the dark locks out of Harrys face when the man spoke, "are you going to stare at me all morning or are you going to lean in and kiss me?"
Draco let a chuckle rumble his chest before he cupped the man's cheek, bringing their lips together. It wasn't rushed or forced. Lazy and perfect, the way one would kiss... a lover.
"I didn't realize you were awake already." Draco said softly against the red lips. "You looked so peaceful I didn't want to wake you." He said as he let his long pale fingers trace lazy designs on the man's back.
"I've been awake a while, just was listening to you sleep honestly. It's the first time I've gotten to see you like this." Harrys eyes fluttered opened and for the first time since this whole affair started, storm eyes locked with emeralds, and neither looked to move out of the other's embrace. Besides the one sleep over after the gala, their time in bed was mostly spent making the other come. They never actually slept together. Now that a Harry had a chance to wake up next to the man properly, sleeping alone in his bed seemed impossible.
"I thought you were going to make me breakfast." Draco whispered when he felt Harrys hand ghosting over his side and down him leg, back over his thigh letting his calloused fingers barely touch his morning erection.
"I thought we would play a game... then we could go eat." Harry wiggled his eyebrows at him playfully.
"A game?" Draco asked as he felt Harry's thumb swipe the bead forming at his tip and use it to help his hand glide up and down lazily. He watched as the man used his other arm to prop himself up a bit now leaning over Draco just ever slightly.
"Mmm hmm. I want to see if I can get your eyes to roll back into your head like they did last night." Harry watched as the man's pupils widened, clearly remembering the drunken sex they had after their talk last night. "See I was a bit drunk last night, I remember it, but it's not as clear as I want it to be. I want to remember every single detail. From the way your moans are helpless and breathy, the way you say my name, begging for more every time I pulled out, and obviously the way your eyes would roll when I pushed back in hitting that spot you love. I want it to be all clear in my head. I want it burned in my memory."
Draco was whimpering at this point, Harrys hand had come up to tease his nipples, his erection flat against his belly leaving a wet spot as it throbbed. "Harry," Draco barely whispered missing the contact from his hand. He needed the man desperately.
"Bloody Hell Draco, exactly like that. The way you get all wanton and needy." Harry sat up more letting Draco fall flat on his back. Harry looked down at the paler man, watching a flush crawl across his chest, up his neck and over his cheeks in need. "Do you have any idea how ridiculously sexy you are? I see you walking through the halls in the ministry and all I can think is that you are literal sex on legs. How dare you walk around, your trousers hugging the curve of your ass, your button up accenting your slim frame, looking like you are the most perfect thing on the planet."
Harry let both hands run down the smooth body, to his his thighs, pushing the man's legs open so he could nestle himself between them. He loved the way their skins looked against each other.
"I noticed you on your first day you know, in the ministry, wearing that royal blue, collared button up. Your sleeves were unbuttoned and rolled up. Your braid was a bit of a mess, you kept pushing loose hair from your face, biting your lip in frustration. You must have been working on something and needed to walk to calm yourself down. I was mad at you. For looking like that. I could see the way some of the others were looking at you. I didn't know it then, but I was jealous. I wanted you to only look like that for me." Harry at this point has used a wand less spell making his fingers slick as he inserted just one digit. He watched Draco arch into him begging for more. He wasn't sure if the touch was making him so wanton, or Harrys words.
"Now you are here, looking better than that, just for me. They don't get to see you like this. Turned on and begging. Whimpering and moaning. Looking like every man and woman's wet dream. Merlin, you have no idea just how incredible you look right now. " Harry inserted a second finger and in moments found the bundle of nerves he had been looking for and watched as Draco's mouth fell open in a silent moan and His eyes rolled in the back of his head.
Harry knew he didn't need to prepare him so throughly, but he loved watching him like this. Sex with Draco, was incomparable to his previous endeavor. Sex with Ginny had been awkward and clumsy. He could never get Ginny to look like this beneath him. Honestly, he wasn't even sure he had truly ever made the woman come. Draco, however, it was like the man's body was made for him. He knew exactly where to touch him, what spots would make him come undone. How to make the man beg and beg until he finally would release between them. They both were never unsatisfied.
"Harry, please. I need you. Please..." Draco was thrusting against the man's fingers, now that he had slipped a third and final digit inside him. "I want you inside me, now."
Harry pulled his fingers out, another wandless spell and he was coating his own throbbing erection. He wouldn't last long, but as long as the man beneath him was satisfied he would be too. He shifted closer lining himself up with Draco's entrance, before pushing past the ring of muscles with little resistance. He didn't stop until he finally bottomed out with a heavy moan. "Fuck Draco you are so damn tight." He reached up and pushed the blond locks that had fallen into his face away. The man was pink and panting. He hooked Draco's one leg over his shoulder, bending him slightly for a better angle. He wanted every thrust to make him moan.
Draco was a withering mess with in minutes. Each thrust hitting that bundle of nerves. He was sure Harry was going to make him come with out even touching him.
"Harry, I'm close, I'm not going to last like this." Draco went to stroke himself and Harry pushed his hand away wrapping his own fingers around him.
"Come for me Draco." He pulled out watching him intently and slammed hard matching in time with his strokes. We watched as the blond arched off the bed a series of curses falling off his lips as long ropes covered Draco's belly and Harry's hand. Draco tightened around Harry milking his own orgasm right from him without a choice. He filled the man beneath him and tried hard not to collapse on top of him.
He pulled out gently, letting Draco's leg off his shoulder. Harry sat back on his legs for a moment taking in the blond in this disheveled state. Sweat covered, panting, come all over and looking like the cat that ate the canary. It was enough to make his cock twitch considering a second round.
He chuckled when the blond reached for him pulling their sticky bodies together. "We need a shower." Harry said wrapping his arms around the man as the felt him snuggle under his chin.
"Mmm in a moment. I'm pleasantly sore and still high on that orgasm. Let me enjoy it." He swatted Harry playfully. He wanted to enjoy this happiness. If he had learned anything in his life, it was that it never stayed this way for long.
