Harry groaned when light met his eyes; it had been a long night and he was not excited to greet the day. His hangover pounded his entire body, mainly his brain causing a thundering headache breaching past migraine, by this point. Suddenly, he felt lithe arms curl around his mid-section from behind and kissed the back of his neck. A light chuckle met his ears, and he groaned again.
More kisses were placed at his nape then followed its own path to his ear lobe where his was nibbled on playfully.
"Draco…," he whined, "My head hurts."
"Oh, poor you," Draco teased in response. "Are you going to work today, or are you staying home?"
Harry smirked, "Yes."
"How charming," Draco rolled his eyes simultaneously as he rolled Harry. "I do forget how much of a cheeky bastard you can be, even when you are still on the line of sobriety."
The ebony haired man just moaned again, "Too many big words, not enough of the making me feel better."
"Your own fault you made love with your fire whiskey last night."
"Did I do anything last night that I'm going to need to brace myself for this morning?" Harry asked, a smile returning to his face as Draco went back to his previous occupation of caressing his neck with pale pink lips.
"Not that I recall," The blonde mumbled, his hands twining with his boyfriends, thumbs stroking the inside of his tan wrists.
Harry groaned, "Du mogelst."
"Zu Schade."
For those of you who don't know at least level one German, "Du mogelst" means "You cheater." and "Zu Schade" means "That's too bad" or "That's a shame." XD
(Thanks to TheOneWhoNeverWrites for the correction :) )