Draco moaned softly, almost silent, as he kissed the Gryffindor. Harry's lips were so amazing; how pink they were as they kiss, how smooth it was like the foam of butterbeer he drank this afternoon, sweet enough to be a candy he was banned from eating, and heated as their lips pressed and wrestled a bit due to tilts of their heads. Draco never thought Heaven could feel this good.

This was just amazing. This was exactly how he imagined his first kiss with him. Well, except for the tie covering his eyes, and the fact that they were half naked. But, other than that, it was perfect in Draco's heart. He just couldn't believe it. Harry was under a spell, a spell that caused him to be a more devilish pervert every time he looked at Draco's eyes. As hot as he was, it wasn't the Harry he was in love with.

The man he was kissing now was the real him. The man who pulled back, completely breathless but chuckled while being an inch away from his lips. The man who brought Draco's head to tilt a little, to give easy access for Harry, and placed soft but wet kisses on his neck. The man who wrapped his arms around his pale waist and held him close.

The man Draco loved and allowed to take his body as his.

With the tie covering his eyes, his senses heighten instantly at the action. The feel of Harry's warm skin from his arms. The scent of faint cologne that worked with him. The taste of his kiss that continued to linger on his lips. And the hearing of pecks on his neck. All of his senses, excluding sight, made him moan at the wonderful feeling. He wasn't the type that would accept a moment like this so early, but right now he didn't care. He wanted more. More of Harry. More of the true him. More of his love.

Harry's lips spent tiny sweet kisses on his neck, moving all over before going up to the pale ear. He opened his mouth a little and had his teeth get the lobe, making Draco jump a little and moan at the feeling. His teeth softly grind on it before sucking it shortly and went up to the rest of the ear.

"Draco..." The said male whimpered slightly at the feeling of his breathy voice entering his ear. "You taste so f******* good."

Harry felt the blonde Adonis shiver under his touch, making him smirk. He was in the process of making Draco into mush. He couldn't wait for it. He wanted to make Draco his the moment he saw him. The spell - or potion, or whatever - caused him to go a bit out of control, but now that he was calm he was more than ready to make Draco more than pleasured. He was ready to make him feel loved. Feel needed. Feel grateful. Feel happy to be with the Gryffindor.

"I love you," he whispered.

"...I love you too," Draco whispered back, making Harry smile. Oh, he was DEFINITELY going to make him feel loved. He soon pulled back completely, ignoring the confused whine—even if it was adorable to hear. He climbed on the bed, and thankfully it got the blonde's attention and followed. Due to the blindness, Harry helped him out until he was admiring the sight below him.

The blonde was slightly spread out, mostly his legs. His arms were crossed over his chest, his face slightly blushing as he knew that Harry was looking at him, and the towel around his waist was getting a large tent, having one fold lifted slightly. Harry never thought he would get to see such a sight outside his fantasies and dreams.

He soon leaned down and placed a gently kiss in the middle of his chest above the breastbone. He got a small jump of surprised from the blonde. Not his fault he didn't see it coming. He soon had his hands on his sides, making the blonde make more music to his ears but softly, as he kissed over his chest. He got to a pink erected nipple and licked it slowly; it made Draco hitched his breath a little, but soon relaxed. He soon gasped and moaned when Harry's lips attached to it, sucking and licking it while a hand messed with the other one.

The back of his hand covered most of the blonde's mouth, letting out soft and slow pants as the pleasure was slowly increasing. He wished he could watch Harry, but then he wouldn't be himself anymore. It was better this way. Besides, this was a major turn on, and it was making him so hard.

Harry moaned softly on the nipple, getting a shiver out of the blonde, as he continued molesting the nipple. Then he stopped; a short loud gasp appeared and got his attention. He looked up to see Draco's face covered by his hands, but he noticed the redness at the tip of his ears. Actually, all over his ears, and at the sides of his face.

"Why cover?," he said, smiling at his lover. He soon straighten and moved up—only to get another gasp from him. He froze, blinking in place. What's up...?

Oh.

Harry blushed at the realization. Which was nudging at his knee.

Harry stared down at the sight; it was a beauty. Long, delicious, hard, and slightly pink at the tip; made the strong Gryffindor smirk and lick his lips at the sight. He knew Draco couldn't see him, but if he did... Oh man, the boy would more delectable as a freshly picked tomato.

Harry, still smirking with a hungry look in his eyes, bent down to kiss at the v line on his stomach, hearing Draco softly sigh and then felt a hand roaming through his hair. It made him smile; he knew he was doing good.

He soon pulled back, smirking a little at the sound of a tiny whine.

"Aww," he said, playfully. "Does my baby want more of me?" Draco bit a small part of his lower lip, holding back a respond. He even blushed more at the nickname, making himself more cute without realizing.

Harry clicked his tongue with a chuckle. "Don't worry..." He grasped the base of the member, making Draco gasp sharply. "I got you."

Harry soon leaned down and kissed the tip, making Draco gasp softly again. He licked his lips, a small smearing of pre-cum got on his lips. He smiled. It was sweet and delicious. He brought his head down again, and took in the tip. He moaned at how more sweet and warm it was as he sucked on it.

Draco, however, gripped on Harry's hair. He couldn't believe it was happening. He always dreamt of Harry giving a blowjob before making him his claim. Now, it was happening. He didn't even have to pinch himself; just the feeling of his hand on his hair, and the hot and wet mouth, engulfing more of him until he was practically bobbing his head at the moment, was enough to know that he was so grateful that he brought him to the Room of Requirement. This is an opportunity no gay man could miss.

Harry moaned softly, vibrating on the member and making Draco arch his back a little as it increased the pleasure.

"O-oh," the blonde moaned. "H-Harry... Your mouth... So good."

Harry soon pulled back and started stroking the member on a slow tempo next to his cheek, "Yeah? You like what I do? Stroking you up, nice and hard? Giving you plenty of pleasure to make you feel wanted? Loved? Needed? Mmm, you are loving this, don't you?"

Harry soon moved up, still stroking, and leaned over his body until his mouth was near his ear.

"You're so beautiful." Draco gasped and moaned at the feeling of his breath into his ear. "I'm going to enjoy making you mine. You're mine, Draco. I don't want anyone to hurt you. Or take you away from me. And this is from me, not that hypnotized perv. You're mine... And I'm yours. For good." He soon licked the shell of the ear. Draco hitched his throat again, moaning before bringing his hips up towards his hands.

"Harry," he said, stopping the Gryffindor. "Please... I need more."

Harry smiled. "You got it, baby."

Harry soon went back down, and engulfed him once again. He bobbed his head with love and lust combined, admiring the feeling of his hard member in his mouth; as well the taste of his pre-cum still lingering on his tongue. He soon pulled back and licked over the sides slowly to make it more damp. Harry moved down to pick up the hanging balls and sucked on it, moaning at how nice and heavy it was. After sucking, and popping when he pulled back, many times he went back to pleasuring by a blowjob.

Draco, so far, was completely turned on as ever. His toes curled and uncurled multiple times, both of his hands were now gripping on the sheets, and his head moved side to side at random moments while seductively delicious moans came out from his pink lips. "Harry, if you don't stop, I'll come!" Draco begged before biting his lower lip.

Harry blinked a few times after opening his eyes. He soon pulled back slowly, giving one last admiration of the taste in his mouth while making Draco gasp. He smirked at the man.

"We can't have that, can we?" Harry questioned while smiling up at him. Draco smiled back even though he didn't noticed. "Harry..."

"Besides..." All of a sudden, Draco dropped his smile when his torso went further down towards Harry, and his legs were up. He didn't need a mind reader to know how he looked at the moment. The towel was already gone the moment Harry took his hard stick. He blushed more when he felt Harry's breath down below.

"I got more work to do before I can take you fully..." He soon licked over the tight hole, having Draco throw his head back and moaned loudly up at the ceiling.

The moment the tip of his tongue went in, Draco screamed out the Gryffindor's name in pleasure, love, and need. More than ever before.

"HARRY!" The scream echoed around the room, but it couldn't be heard by anyone. Not even by Flitch, much to Harry's delight. He wanted to be the only one that heard that beautiful sound of music. The said boy flicked the inside of the hole, making Draco whither on the bed, but soon tensed when more was entered.

Harry noticed and brought both of his hands up. One hand rubbed the outside of the thigh and hip, while the other stroked the hard and dry member. The Gryffindor heard the boy sigh and slowly relaxed under his touch. Perfect. Soon, Harry pushed more of his tongue inside, less speed than before.

"H-Harry," Draco moaned out before suddenly clenching on his tongue. Harry moaned at the feeling, sending vibrations up to the blonde and have him violently shiver at the action. "A-AH! H-Harry, more!"

Harry obeyed the Slytherin—something he never thought of doing before... But then again, neither was making love with the blonde too. Go figure.

Harry soon had his hands grip on the hips and started moving his head, thrusting the wet organ in and out of the hole, soaking and stretching it. Draco was a moaning mess as his head moved side to side, but soon stopped. He suddenly sat up, his left hand propping him, and soon had his right hand on the Gryffindor's hair.

"Just like that, Harry," Draco said, now suddenly sounding turned on and more in control of his emotions. "Mmm, you're so good. That tongue. Oh, how I love that tongue."

The blonde then smirked. "You like it right? How I clench around it, due to the pleasure building up inside of me? Ooh, Potter..." Just the sound of his voice made Harry moan again, making Draco hold back a whimper before clicking his tongue.

"You like that, baby? How I tell you how amazing you are, f******* your tongue inside my little tight hole? My sweet virgin hole, letting you taste it? Have it linger on your wet and delicious tongue? Mmm, so good..." Draco rolled his hips slowly, making Harry moan again. "Remember how I feel inside there. It wants you... It wants you so badly. Just like I do. Mmm, I can't wait any longer."

Harry pulled back his tongue completely, surprising Draco as well made a small whimper of protest.

If Draco saw the look on Harry's face, he would have come right there without a chance to hold back. The Gryffindor placed a hand on his cheek, making Draco gasp a little before smirking. "You're not going to stop there, are you?"

"On the contrary, baby..." Draco gasped sharply suddenly, and threw his head back, "AAH!" Two fingers were thrusted inside of his hole, bringing the blonde back to his submissive self as he whimpered. "I'm just getting started."

Draco whimpered again and wiggled his hips as the intrusions fingered him. Both of his hands were propping him up, but he didn't know how long he was going to last. The pleasure was all over the inside of his body, and it electrified once in a while when the fingers are pushed back in.

"What happened?" Draco whimpered when he heard the Gryffindor's lustful voice breathed through his ear. "What happened to that big, bad, cocky Slytherin that was talking before? Huh...?"

The fingers separated, spreading the hole. "Ooohh!"

"Oh, Malfoy. You're already becoming mush and I'm not even close to enter you." Another member was entered, having Draco moan loud and loose his strength on his arms. He flopped unceremoniously on the bed, gripping on the sheets.

"Don't you look delicious?" Draco shivered at the sound of his growl coming from his voice. Draco was a sight; a beautiful weak prey ready to be taken by his lionous predator. The blonde then arched his back and let out either a squeak or small scream. Harry blinked at that before smiling. Found it.

Harry then started thrusting his fingers hard towards the prostate, making more music out of the blonde as well more movement. A small trail of drool came from the side of his mouth, making him more delectable.

"H-Harry, it's enough!" Draco then shouted. "I-I'm ready."

"Oh yes, you are, Dragon." The fingers were pulled out and a whine of distest came from the blonde. "But..."

Movement was made on the bed. Draco felt his right wrist grasped and lifted. Draco was a little lost at the object he was touching at the moment... Until he felt the top. And what was on it. Draco blushed madly; he was touching Harry's hard member.

"Mind lubing me up with that amazing mouth of yours, Draco?"