Made for biohazardchild, who is made of win and awesome, and also demanded Draco love. I'm so sorry it's not as Draco-centric as you wanted it. -is made of fail-
Pairing; DracoxHarry.
Her back arched, a smooth, unbroken line of ivory skin; dots of candle light flickered across the proffered canvas, fireflies that danced in the twilight of the shadows, alighting only on the perfect paradise of her body. His breath came harsh and hot against her spine, whispering with a hungry fire over the trembling curve of spine.
More...
His mouth descended, slow and tortured, meeting sweet flesh with relish and the thirst of a parched man; a breathy moan shuddered from pale lips, and the body underneath him writhed in pleasure, tiny sounds of eagerness leaving the pale column of throat and driving his mind insatiably wild. His large hands splayed across her hips, fingers tingling and set afire by the naughty curl of torso to waist.
Like a moth to a flame...
A fall of effervescent strands pooled into the small of her back, puddle of moonlight trailing down the length of her spine like silver trellis roses that could tempt any hand. Like a cautious caretaker, he tended the embers of fire gather low in his body, coaxing the petals of heat to flare, pulsing with anxious impatience. His figure shook with effort from restraining himself; the desire to fall upon her and devour her whole gripped his sleek body.
Emerald eyes that darkened with unspeakable, predatory promises filled, storm clouds of wilderness spilling into them like a flood. His name found lodging upon her strangely kissable lips and came out on a sighing murmur. "Harry...Harry!"
So close.
She lifted her face, sweat gleaming on her skin like tiny beads that bespoke of their joining with a naughty lilt. Silver eyes, like two pits of cold, burning color bored into him, chips of starlight blocks that reached for his heart; the knowledge came too late. His traitorous body was already on the edge and falling upon the rising crest of blinding, impossible pleasure that washed through the line of his stature like a unstoppable wave.
Malfoy.
The thought died in his mind, unable to resist the spirals of inevitable, shining release. Somewhere, entangled among the limbs of his partner, he had stopped caring.