Harry returned to the desk, his hands on Draco's arse again in a second.
"We can't corrupt photographic children," he said firmly, moving to stand between Draco's legs. He grabbed the nicely-shaped thighs and leaned down to press a kiss to the top of Draco's arse.
"Mmm," Draco hummed and crossed his arms in front of him, laying his head on his forearms.
Harry pressed his cheek to the warm, smooth skin and sighed. "How do you always know when I need you the most?" he asked, feeling a bit dazed as he always did when Draco's was at his reach.
Draco snorted. "You're a conceited git. I just knew you'd be upset after the meeting and Iwas hoping I'd get a good, hard fucking out of it."
Harry pressed another wet kiss to Draco's skin and then breathed hotly over the spot. "Liar," he whispered. "You just know," he said confidently.
"Sap," Draco scoffed with fondness in his voice.
Harry cupped the arse in front of him with both of his hands, pressing the cheeks firmly together, so he could trail his tongue over the thin line between them, up and down until Draco was shuddering and moaning quietly beneath him. The faint taste of strawberry filled his mouth and Harry groaned in delight, realising what that meant.
"You're ready for me. And you used strawberry lube. My favourite," he said appreciatively, taking off his glasses. He tossed them haphazardly on his leathered armchair, knowing in advance that he might forget where he put them and possibly sit on them later. It hardly mattered.
"It's edible, too," Draco said and wriggled his arse. "Not that I'm making suggestions."
Harry groaned again and kneaded Draco's arse cheeks before parting them gently but firmly. The wrinkled skin of Draco's arsehole was red and swollen, stretched and slicked and made ready for Harry.
"You're trying to kill me," Harry said with conviction before spreading Draco's arse cheeks wide and leaning down to press his tongue to Draco's hole. It slipped inside easily, the taste of strawberry mixing with Draco's unique flavour, making Harry hum in delight as he wrapped his mouth firmly around the entrance and sucked.
A low "Fuck" slipped from Draco's mouth and a long shudder raked through Draco's body. Eager to make Draco react more violently, Harry massaged Draco's buttocks, kneading them roughly as he moved his tongue in and out of Draco's arse as fast as he could. Draco moaned louder, pushing upward into Harry's hands as he spread his legs even wider.
"Why, Minster," Draco panted breathlessly. "Are you promising the Wizarding World progress with that dirty mouth of yours? So talented. They should all fall at your feet."
Harry groaned and pulled back, licking the wrinkled skin and pausing only to say, "I think I'm better at this, to be honest."
Draco laughed, then moaned as Harry licked a long stripe along the crease of Draco's arse, from the top and all the way to his balls. Harry did it again and again, teasingly circling around Draco's hole and concentrating on the sweet spot between his arsehole and his bollocks.
"Whiner," Draco accused. "You're doing fine. On both accounts."
"Hmm," was Harry's non-committal response. He pressed a kiss to Draco's right buttock and slowly pushed two fingers into Draco's hole. They slipped inside as easily as his tongue had; Draco had prepared himself thoroughly, but Harry was too fond of this process to skip it just because it was unnecessary.
Draco had too much faith in him, Harry thought as he watched his fingers slide in and out of Draco's arse. He had always claimed Harry had achieved a lot and done too much for the Wizarding World. Most times Harry didn't believe him, but sometimes he wanted to. And then he would make plans and decide that one day he would let Draco take him away wherever he wished. He would leave the Wizarding World to take care of itself while Draco and he took care of each other. One day, they would no longer have to hide, nor care what others thought. Harry suspected that that day wasn't as far as it used to seem.
"Are you familiar with the definition of the word quickie?"
Harry shook his head fondly at Draco's impatient question and reluctantly pulled his fingers away.
He pressed another kiss to the slick hole and grabbed Draco's hips, pulling him toward himself. Draco squirmed and helped, sliding over the desk until his feet touched the ground and his arse was displayed enticingly right in front of Harry's crotch.
"I thought we were having lunch, not a quickie," Harry said as he pressed his front to Draco's arse, making Draco feel his arousal through his trousers.
Draco murmured something appreciatively, wriggling his arse against the coarse material. Harry licked his lips, his cock throbbing as Draco rubbed against it deliciously. "I have a job, too, Harry," Draco said and then sighed. "You really do have to hurry."
"Bloody jobs," Harry growled and roughly parted his robe before he unzipped his trousers and took out his cock. The touch of his own hand was cool and soothing, and he gave his cock a few strokes before he pressed it to the crease of Draco's arse, admiring the way it looked there — nestled between Draco's pale arse cheeks. "Where's the lube?" he asked, his voice much lower now.
"For fuck's sake, Potter, we don't need any more lube."
Harry's teeth toyed with his bottom lip until he decided that the sudden use of his last name meant that Draco really meant what he said.
Gripping his cock, he slid the wet tip over Draco's crack, then pressed it to his hole, rubbing against it with teasing circles. Draco made low sounds of approval, rose up on his elbows, and spread his legs wider in invitation. Powerless to resist that offer, Harry pushed inside slowly, savouring the moment when Draco's muscles allowed him to slide into the tight passage. Draco pushed back, pulling Harry's cock in and, emboldened, Harry pressed harder, thrusting inside until his balls nudged against Draco's arse.
"This is worthy of ten long, boring meetings," Harry said mindlessly.
"If you start labelling my arse with a price, I'll start charging you," Draco said reproachfully and clenched hard around Harry's cock. They moaned together and Draco's head fell forward as he circled his hips leisurely, making Harry's balls ache as his cock twitched deep inside Draco. Suddenly worried he wouldn't last very long, Harry tried to reach beneath Draco's body to grab his lover's cock, but Draco shook his head and said, "No. I want your mouth, later."
Harry's mouth watered at the thought and he nodded mutely, realising belatedly that Draco couldn't see him. But that mattered little because Harry couldn't talk or stand still anymore. He grabbed Draco's hips, pulling his cock out only to slam it back inside. Draco gasped and shuddered, so Harry did it again, establishing a fast and furious rhythm. After all the time they had been together, his angle was perfect, every stroke nudging against Draco's prostate, making him writhe and squirm in Harry's unyielding grip.
It was a mistake to stare down to where their bodies were joined and Harry was aware of it. But the sight of his cock disappearing into Draco's perfect — and sweet Merlin was it perfect — arse was too spectacular for Harry to abandon, even though it meant the whole thing would end much too soon. Already his balls drew up, his body quivering as he slammed forward into the heat that gripped him so tightly; Draco welcomed each thrust with one of his own, whispering mindless words of encouragement, and occasionally just pure filth that send powerful sparks of lust through Harry.
Harry's hands tightened their grip on Draco's hips and his vision darkened as pleasure rushed through him, leaving him breathless and gasping. He came in hot, fast spurts deep inside Draco's arse, thrusting his hips jerkily as Draco clenched his inner muscles, massaging Harry's cock and prolonging his pleasure.
With his palms pressed on the desk on each side of Draco's arse, Harry panted heavily, still rocking his hips, unable to stop.