A/N: This chapter is all Drarry-smutty-goodness, dedicated to Natalie Dani. Don't like, don't read, and no flames please. Enjoy!
Harry and Draco stumbled through the front door to Draco's apartment, already kissing wildly. Harry's sport coat was unceremoniously thrown to the floor and his shirt untucked as Draco moved on to kissing and biting his neck. Harry let out a breathy moan. "Wait, Draco, are you sure we should do this? I mean, one-night-stands can be tricky, not to mention awkward as hell in the morning…"
"Oh my god, Potter, shut up!" Draco growls as he devours Harry's pliant mouth once again, trying not to feel hurt that a one-off is all the former Gryffindor wants. Slowly, Draco backs Harry deeper into his living room, thrilling when Harry's legs finally hit the arm of his couch. He straddles the brunette, ripping open his dress shirt, and then latching onto his collar bone, leaving an angry purple mark.
"Ung, Draco," Harry whimpers, thrusting his hips to get some form of friction, while Draco pulls off his own shirt. "Oh, Merlin….," the journalist whines when the blond starts to nibble and suck on his left nipple.
"Do you top or bottom, Harry?" Draco suddenly asks, panting. "I usually bottom but I can go either way."
"I'll top for you, just please….."
Draco makes quick work of unbuckling Harry's belt and pulling down the zipper before shimmying the black slacks down mid-thigh, and Harry sighs in relief. The Malfoy heir then reaches his hand down the front of Harry's boxers and curls his pale hand around the former poster boy's engorged erection, gently stroking. Harry's head falls back on the cushions, letting out a long, breathy moan, and Draco can't stop himself from taking advantage of the gorgeous, tanned expanse, biting and licking.
"Draco, please stop teasing me," Harry grits out breathlessly. "I need you. Now. Please….!" Draco wandlessly summons lube and condoms from his bedroom. "If you can use magic, why can't you just prepare yourself?"
Harry's pretty sure Draco whispers because he doesn't want to actually be heard, but he hears nonetheless. "Please, I've been dreaming of this forever….." Still, Harry can't bother to pry, especially when he's starting to feel a fire in his stomach this intense. "Please, prepare me?" Draco asks as he sheds his pants and boxers in one go.
Harry coated two fingers with the cool lubricant and gently circled Draco's pink hole, slowly easing in his fingertip. When Draco let out an impatient huff, he quickly pushed in a knuckle, kissing Draco passionately and swallowing his grunts. Gradually, he inserted an entire finger and quickly added a second when Draco started pushing back onto him. He scissored his fingers, slowly opening Draco up, but the blond insisted he add a third or just get down to business.
Finally, finally, Harry lay Draco on his back, taking his own cock in hand and leading it toward the pink, waiting hole; instead of thrusting it in, however, Harry circled Draco's entrance again. "You're a bloody tease, Potter. Please?" Draco mewls, and then gasps as Harry, without warning, thrusts into him, to the hilt. "Yes…."
Harry angles his hips over and over, trying to find the right spot, and when Draco emits a high-pitched whine, he knows he's hit it. With a smirk on his face, although biting his lip to stave off orgasm (which really defeats the whole purpose), Harry jabs relentlessly into Draco's prostate, loving the sounds he's tearing from the artists' throat. Merlin, this just feels so right…. Draco wraps his arms tightly around Harry, like he's afraid once they're done, the brunette will just vanish into thin air. "Harry, I'm so close….."
"Me too," grits out Harry, as he reaches down to pump Draco's cock, still pounding into the blond's tight heat. One, two, three more thrusts, and both wizards are cumming hard, panting.
After coming down from their post-orgasmic highs, Harry pulls out of Draco's body, Draco wincing slightly. The brunette maneuvers himself so that Draco can lay on him, his head tucked under Harry's chin, as Harry stroke his sweaty, platinum locks. "Please don't leave," whispers Draco into the crook of Harry's neck.
"Draco, even if I wanted to, I'm pretty sure I couldn't," Harry admits, chuckling, before he kisses Draco on the forehead.
So, this is my first attempt at pure smut, so let me know how I did. Thanks!