WARNING: Slash, Sex, Language
This is rated M for a reason.
Pillow Talk
"Move the dick, you fucking arsehole!" he roared.
Draco chuckled softly in his ear. "Technically, you're the arsehole. But don't worry; I'll take care of the fucking." And he shoved.
Oh, Merlin. Harry keened and gasped and sang some high-pitched song in Elvish.
Or at least that's what it sounded like.
Draco smirked down at him, and opened his mouth to say something that probably would've killed the mood, and caused Harry to Hex his balls off.
So Harry squeezed around Draco's shove. Draco moaned, and made some noises that set a very nice mood.
And as they both slammed and shouted and scratched towards conclusion, Harry had to admit that Draco took care of the fucking very well.
Very. Well.