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Harry pulled off of Draco's cock with a loud slurp, and immediately plunged lower, invading Draco's hole with his tongue. Draco literally came off the bed in a wave that started at his hips and ended with his shoulder rising before falling back down. He didn't just moan, but bellowed. Harry worked him hard, using both tongue and fingers, until Draco was begging in words that barely sounded like English.
Harry moved up and positioned himself so that he was pressed just against Draco's entrance. He closed his eyes and ground his teeth. He shook his head sharply, using every bit of will power he had not to plunge inside, the only place he would ever care about being, ever again. After several deep breaths, he opened his eyes.
Beneath him, Draco was practically in tears. His cheeks were red, his eyebrows knit together so prettily that Harry's heart almost broke. Draco was clawing at Harry's chest, at Harry's hands gripping his thighs, begging. Saying please, over and over again. It was the most magical thing Harry had ever heard.
"Do you want me, Draco?"
Draco continued to chant and nodded his head.
"More than you've ever wanted anyone? More than you'll ever want anyone?"
Draco whimpered, nodded his head more vigorously.
Harry leaned forward and pushed into Draco a fraction of an inch. Both men inhaled sharply. Ever so gently, Harry kissed Draco's parted lips.
"Then I need to hear you say it. Just say 'Harry, you've won,' and you can have me."
Harry pulled back out and lifted off of Draco and waited, trembling with need and want. He was so close…
Below him, Draco stopped his litany of pleases. His eyes opened and bored into Harry. He blinked. And blinked again.
"What? What did you just say to me?"
"Just tell me I've won so we can end this, once and for all. Then I swear, I will—" Draco shoved him off the bed.
-Harry broke the kiss and nibbled and sucked his way down Draco's neck. Draco's eyes opened, and he watched, utterly dazed, as Harry made his way down his chest, lingering over his nipples, his ribs, tickling and teasing as he went. He watched, as if in a dream, as Harry's thumbs hooked into the waistband of his pajama bottoms and tugged, freeing Draco from the confines of his clothes. Watched, as those long, tanned fingers pressed against the insides of his thighs, forcing them further apart.
Harry's eyes dropped to Draco's cock. He licked his lips. Draco let out a breathy "yes." Harry pushed Draco's legs open even further, then back, exposing him to the cool night air. But soon, Draco couldn't even think of that, because Harry's hot mouth was on him, sucking him.
Draco's cry was loud, almost a bark. His eyes closed tight once again.
Everything became a haze of pleasure. A low hum sang throughout Draco's body, vibrating to the tips of his toes. He could hear the frames of the pictures on the nightstand rattling and falling over, his bottles of cologne tinkling on the dresser. The lights flickered in the bathroom, making lightning flashes against his closed eyes.
Lightning flashes. It dawned on Draco. He was having sex with maybe the most powerful wizard that had ever lived, and his magic was getting out of control. It explained the tingling, the vibrations he felt riddling his skin. Harry's sheer power was pushing him into something he'd never even dreamed of. The thought alone sent a jolt of desire through him so strong that he arched off the bed, spurting into Harry's mouth.
Harry hummed his pleasure, drinking Draco down like an elixir. Draco felt like he would never stop coming, like Harry would never stop drinking him until he swallowed him whole. Still, when Harry pulled off him, his cock was still hard, almost achingly so.
"Harry," he breathed.
Green eyes, wild with passion and power, gleamed up at him before disappearing once again from Draco's sight.
Harry was preparing him, using his lips, his tongue, his fingers. Draco felt as if he was either going to crawl out of his skin or go mad. Or maybe both. He was saying absurd things, things like "Always you, Harry, always!" over and over again. When he reached down to stroke his own cock, Harry swatted his hand away, pinning them to the bed with only a thought. Draco let out a frustrated whine. He realized that he was begging, begging Harry to give him everything, please, please, please.
Harry pulled away and Draco felt as if he had suddenly been deprived of air. He looked up to find Harry tugging off his clothes, staring at Draco intently. Harry was cooing soothing words at him, saying "Soon, love, soon, I promise. I'm all yours."
At last, Harry was covering Draco again, stroking both of their cocks in his hand, leaving them slick and ready. Harry let go and slid downward, against Draco's pucker. Then slowly, ever so slowly, he slid inside.
A shudder rocked Harry's body, but what surged through Draco was indescribable. He came with a shout, clinging to Harry, his toes curling, his body clamping down like a vice.
Harry whispered "Draco," and started to move.
Still, Draco was hard, sustained by Harry's magic, which was coursing through him. He felt drunk again, completely out of control, but in a way that was beautiful, sublime. Each movement inside him set off fireworks behind his eyelids. The glass in the frames by the bed was breaking now, and the sound was like the tinkling of falling stars. The light bulbs in the bathroom burst in succession, and to Draco, it was the sound of champagne corks, sparks of bubbles bursting forth in a spout. He felt like he was coming again and again, stuck in a never-ending orgasm. Harry's hair was the most luxuriant silk, his skin the most sensuous velvet, his cock inside him a rod of pure electricity. Draco was quite sure he was going to die from the pleasure.
And then Harry came. Draco actually lost touch with reality for a moment, aware of nothing but the warmth of Harry filling him, the slight nip of Harry's teeth as they grazed his jaw, the pressure of Harry's fingers as they dug into the backs of his thighs.
And then, it was over.