Lips trailed softly up the column of Draco's neck and he sighed into it. Hard, but still gentle hands smoothed around the stress knots in his back and shoulders. He leaned back into Harry's mesmerizing hands where he sat behind him, and let out a moan. Through his selfish thoughts burst one that said: he's been out of the house for a month. You're the one who should be massaging him.
"This is all backwards," he said, grey eyes traced with guilt.
The raven dug into a knot, coaxing out a gasp from his boyfriend. "I assure you I know how to massage people, Draco."
"No," he sighed, "I meant that I should be the one pampering you. You've been away from home for so long-"
"As you've reminded me every hour, on the hour since I've gotten home." Harry laughed gently, "But I really don't mind. I love pampering you." Kisses were placed up his shoulder blades and neck.
Draco shivered.
His lower back was paid special attention to next which gave him goose pimples, but he pressed on, even if he was rather shaky. "Still, Harry, you shouldn't have to do this."
The raven nibbled on Draco's shoulder, "How do you not get that this is a want to, not a have to?"
A small moan and a gasp left his throat as Harry played with Draco's arse crack just below the hem of black silk boxers.
"This is too," he whispered huskily into the blonde's ear, arms wrapping strongly around his middle and pulling him close.
"Oh," he panted, "Fuck me…"
"Gladly."
Flesh was moving, grinding everywhere. Erections rubbed sensually, moans flew into the air like fireworks, and kisses were exchanged every conceivable moment.
"Fuck, Harry, more!" Sweat poured down the blonde's body in a futile attempt to cool him down. His face, red from exertion, was screwed up in the superfluous amount of pleasure Harry was giving him with his hand grasping their cocks.
"Soon, baby, soon…" he groaned and tried to push Draco's legs apart.
Letting go of their erections, Harry gave his boyfriend's bollocks a soft tug and trailed down to tickle his puckered orifice.
"Mmm, yes! Yes!" Draco writhed as a wet digit probed his hole and began thrusting into him. A second was added to scissor him, stretch him taught. He vastly appreciated it.
"Harry!Harry! Please, Please, I want your cock! I want your big cock in me now!" He begged and grappled Harry's biceps as an anchor. Grey eyes where shut tight. His lips were being betting off by his own teeth. His legs were spread wide for all of Harry to see.
Overcome with lust and want, Harry took no time abiding to his lover. Slicking himself up, he lined his abnormally large cock up to Draco's anus and pushed in.
The blonde writhed and cried out lewdly in a positive response, hooking his pale legs around Harry's waist. "M-moore. Please!"
Harry could only comply.
They began thrusting together in a combined effort to bring each other off quickly. Keening moans grew louder and louder as the approached their climax. It wasn't a race, or even fast pace, but with the right amount of love and lust anything can be accomplished.
"Harry, Harry, I'm gonna come. Oh, Gods-!" Harry's name fell off like a chant from Draco's lips as his orgasm hit him hard. The other man swiftly brought his hand around to milk him dry before he fell of the ledge himself, shooting hot sperm into the hot cavern he was buried in.
The raven collapsed on Draco, both of them spent and panting.
"I saw stars…." Draco panted in disbelief, "I literally saw stars…"
Harry could only laugh and kiss him gently.
"Me too, love…Me too…"