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Chapter Eight:
Before Harry could fully take in the view of Draco Malfoy being shirtless, his muscles taught with anticipation, Draco was on him, lips fully pressed against Harry's. Maybe we shouldn't... Harry's lips once more parted and Draco was inside. Then again-
One hand slid down Harry's stomach, which was already hot. The other was massaging Harry's chest roughly, his finger playing over his nipple, his forefinger and thumb teasing Harry as they rubbed. Anxiety cut through the air, making the room slightly hazy.
"Draco..." Harry whimpered, eyes shut. He could feel Draco grin and harden in reply. Harry had his hand against Draco's lower back, which was slicked with sweat; his other hand gripped his blonde hair loosely, tugging at the back of his neck.
Draco pulled away for air, his mouth half-way parted, breath short. "You taste so good." He breathed, looking down into Harry's eyes. But before Harry could reply, Draco was down once more, kissing a rough path across Harry's jaw, down to his neck then back up to his ear where he bit lightly. The room buzzed with angst as Draco's leg slid up and in between Harry's.
Harry was breathing hard, his hand gliding under Draco's boxers. Draco's hands now moved below, as did Draco, going down to Harry's own underwear. He glanced up at Harry, a dark smile on his face. Harry gulped and allowed his head to drop back, eyes to the ceiling. He felt his underwear slide down, his eyes shutting tightly, a blush on his face.
Cold waves swept over Harry, heat in his stomach radiated to other parts of his body. Harry gasped as Draco's hand gripped his erection, hand firm. He messaged slowly, one hand on his thigh, the other moving in a steady, circular motion. He finally lowered his head, his breath hot. His tongue came in short licks, making Harry gasp in surprise.
Harry turned his head to the side, biting his lip as he felt more waves roll over him. Draco's lips were around his member, tongue lashing against his skin quickly, swirling and slowing, then picking up the pace once more. Draco's hand moved up and down Harry's inner thigh, making him cry out once more, his fingers taunting sensitive areas.
Harry felt the waves a third time, building against him. He felt energy radiate around him, coming from everywhere. He shut his eyes tightly, groaning. And then it hit him- he felt warm and cold all at once. Heat crawled down his spine rapidly, making him arch his back.
"Draco-" Harry whispered, biting his lip, his head falling back. Harry trembled beneath his touch until finally the pressure broke. It came out it spurts, all of it devoured by Draco, who made a garbled groan of pleasure in reply. Draco broke the connection, hand straying across Harry just a moment longer. Draco licked his lips as he pulled himself back up to meet Harry.
His blonde hair was slicked down with sweat, his muscles tight. Draco was back upon him, his tongue in his mouth. He took Harry's hand and pressed it against his erection, making Harry blush. Draco made a small muffled sound as Harry's hand slid down. Draco's own hand pushed Harry's raven hair back, his fingers gliding through his silken strands and he kissed Harry's scar, then trailed down the side of his face and back to his ear, then his neck. His tongue tortured Harry's skin, sucking and rubbing as his lips massaged. Harry was damp with perspiration, his eyes clouded, breathing heavy.
Draco wasn't nearly done. He pushed up against Harry, his hand sliding down to his inner thigh again. He paused, staring down at Harry. He could feel him shaking, his body trembling. His forest green eyes were half hidden by that dark hair of his, which tumbled down over his forehead. Draco couldn't help but grin at the sight. His hand slid up higher and then-
"Shit..." Murmured Harry, making Draco laugh. Draco pulled back out, pushing Harry's hands above his head. Their foreheads rested against one another's, eyes staring into each others.
"Ready?" Draco asked, remembering Harry's previous request. Harry did nothing but stare back, Draco's hand tightly around his wrists.
Draco groaned softly, his own eyes closing as he pushed against Harry, his erection first on Harry's thigh... then-
Harry cried out, throwing his head back. "Shit. Shit shit shit-!" Draco pushed inside Harry, sweat dripping off his forehead. Draco kissed Harry's chest, then his neck as he moved. He thrusted in and out quickly, making Harry toss his head to the side and cry out in pleasurable, unbearable, tantalizing pain. His spine felt like it was on fire, his stomach roared with heat.
Harry's fists tightened, held above his head by Draco's grip, which was tightening as he went. Harry cried out as Draco hit something in him, creating bursts of pain, temporarily blinding him. He cried out, tossing his head wildly from side to side in an attempt to get comfortable beneath him.
Draco gasped loudly, eyes shutting tightly, head turned to the side. His breath was heavy and hot against Harry's skin. Draco climaxed, his voice rising, pushing Harry higher and higher along the crimson carpet. For a moment, everything in Draco's body was concentrated on one point, his body roiling with a blinding ecstasy.
Finally Draco collapsed against Harry, shaking. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's backside, who pulled himself up to meet Harry once more, breathing in his essence deeply as he met him with an impassioned kiss. He pulled away, taking a deep breath. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at Harry, his eyes brimming with a fulfilled lust, a grin on his face.
"Don't look so smug." Harry whispered, eyes shutting.
"I find it very hard not to be smug right now, Potter." He kissed Harry's scar again, his nose buried in raven locks. "Very hard..." he murmured quietly.