Stuff 'Till Then
a drabble by King
Disclaimer: I no J.K. Rowling. Hur-hur.
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Brightness seared his eyelids, forcing them open. He gazed up at the whirring ceiling fan sending eddies of cool air around the room. Harry propped himself up on his elbows, yawning. The room was empty. He frowned. Shifting his legs, he attempted to get out of bed but stopped when a shooting pain traveled up his spine from his nether regions. He groaned and flopped on his stomach, burying his face into a pillow. He'd forgotten that would happen.
The door creaked open loudly. A pair of feet navigated the discarded bits and pieces of clothes and other random articles. Someone leaned against the bed, their legs brushing Harry's stomach. They set something down on the night stand with two wooden clunks.
"Hey."
"Hey," Harry murmured into his pillow.
A hand danced up his back playfully. He looked up. Draco smiled at him and nodded at the mugs of coffee. Harry took one gratefully.
"My ass hurts," he commented.
"Well, if you weren't so goddam tight," admonished the blond, not really sounding displeased.
Harry laughed. He was leaning against his pillow and the headboard, a sheet pulled up to his waist.
Draco sat on the floor with his mug and made little circles on Harry's stomach with a single finger. "Don't worry. I bet it'll get easier."
"And I bet you want to make sure of that," he teased.
"Damn straight." They laughed. Draco put his mug back on the night stand and did the same with Harry's.
"Hey –" he protested.
He was interrupted as the blond stradled him, the bed slumping under their combined weight. He kissed him, not soft and not hard, just coffee and morning and artificial half and half.
"Hey, I'm hurting, remember?" Harry clasped his hands behind Draco's neck, sinking his fingers into the hair at the base. He kissed him back, a grin on his lips.
"That's okay. There's plenty of other stuff till then."