Soft light warming his face woke Harry up. For a moment he let himself enjoy the feeling, before he finally opened his eyes.
He blinked several times, his gaze landing on Malfoy's sleeping form. He was snoring softly, his face turned towards Harry, as he lay on stomach. His arm, just like the last time, was thrown loosely across Harry's middle. The light pressure felt surprisingly comfortable.
Harry scooted closer, shivering at the sensation of Malfoy's arm grazing the sensitive skin of his side as he moved.
When he got closer, Malfoy stirred, frowning his eyebrows slightly. Harry immediately stilled, feeling the blond's hot breath on his face.
Slowly, Malfoy opened his eyes, fixing his gaze on the boy beside him. It was unfocused, clouded with sleepiness characteristic for those moments right after waking up.
The Slytherin watched Harry for a moment with a glint of mystery, before he leaned in and placed a small peck on Harry's lips.
The Gryffindor responded with a soft brush. He could get used to this sort of mornings.
Soon enough, Malfoy pulled back an inch and stared into Harry's green eyes.
"When is your first class?" he murmured in a low voice, his breath caressing Harry's cheek.
"Not until afternoon" he whispered back, gasping.
"Good" Malfoy growled and attacked Harry's mouth with his own.
Within minutes, the kiss became more passionate, their tongues stroking and devouring each other's mouth.
Lips locked, they shifted on the bed, reaching for each other with their arms. Malfoy manevoured Harry on his back, himself lying on top of the other boy.
Harry melted into the warmth of the wet mouth. When Malfoy grinded his crotch against Harry's, both of them groaned in pleasure. He repeated the action, drawing another whine from Harry, who clasped his hand on the back of Malfoy's neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
The Slytherin set a steady pace of nice, slow thrusts as they made out. With every move of his hips, Harry let out a breathy sound, straight into Malfoy's hot mouth. It was as if he was on fire; every stroke of the tongue in his mouth, the sweet pressure when their crotches were rubbing, igniting desire and sending shivers through Harry's whole being.
Suddenly Malfoy pulled back, sitting back on his heels. Just when Harry was about to groan in disappointment, the blond reached for his trousers. He opened Harry's fly, his long fingers grabbing the waistband. Harry watched, panting heavily.
Malfoy in one swift motion pulled Harry's trousers along with his underpants down to his mid-thigh, freeing his aching erection. The Gryffindor whined softly at the feeling of cool air on his skin, and blushed brightly as Malfoy watched it.
The fact that Malfoy, of all people, was looking at his prick, rock hard at that, made Harry's cock twitch in anticipation, causing Malfoy to look up into Harry's eyes with the most hungry expression the Gryffindor had ever seen in his life.
In seconds, the blond unbuckled his trousers and pushed them down, revealing his own hardness. Without a moment of waiting, he lurched forward, covering Harry with his body and crushing their lips together in a demanding kiss. He positioned himself so that his length touched Harry's and the boys groaned into each other's mouth.
Malfoy started moving, their cocks sliding against each other, the movements eased with pre-come that was dripping from both tips.
They continued kissing hungrily, the thrusts of hips became fervent as they both felt the arousal and the persistent need to come. Harry kept moaning into Malfoy's mouth as the blond thrust with his hips, rubbing their erections together.
Within short time that for Harry felt like eternity, Malfoy picked up the pace and they turned into an uncoordinated, panting mass. It didn't take long for Harry to feel the familiar warmth in his belly. He whined pitifully to let Malfoy know. The blond responded by stroking Harry's tongue and then sucking on it, his own orgasm approaching. After two, three more thrusts they came in unison, groaning loudly into the room. They rode their orgasms, still snogging.
After he spent his cock entirely, Malfoy collapsed on the bed, right next to Harry. Their breaths were short and shallow, as they tried to regain their composure.
Malfoy rolled on his side, wrapping his arm around Harry's waist. He pulled him in and captured his lips. Without wasting time, he swiped his tongue across the deliciously plump bottom lip and, when Harry gave him the access by parting his lips, he dove in, stroking Harry's tongue with his.
When they broke the kiss for air, they were both panting heavily. They were mere inches apart, their eyes fixed on each other once again. Harry could feel Malfoy's hot breath all over his face, as the blond, just like Harry himself, was still panting from his orgasm.
Malfoy's gaze wandered down Harry's face, stopping on his lips. They were puffy from all the snogging, their color changed from light pink to almost dark red. They were bruised, and Malfoy found himself drawn to them once again. Very slowly, he leaned in and gently brushed his own lips against Harry's.
The Gryffindor whined approvingly and returned the kiss, before Malfoy pulled back. He looked into Harry's eyes.
"Want to sleep?" he murmured against Harry's lips, his voice hoarse.
Harry shook his head lightly and looked back into the grey orbs "Want to kiss," he whispered back.
Malfoy seemed surprised by his response, but recovered in seconds, a satisfied grin appearing on his face.
"Can't get enough, huh?" he teased, tightening his grip on Harry's waist to draw the boy closer.
As a reply, Harry moved forward and pressed his lips against Malfoy's, kissing him in earnest.
It was hot and wet, and they didn't stop for another hour.