WARNING::::SLASH!::::WARNING::::SALSH!
Harry lied between Draco's opened legs, head resting on his abdomen. Pink lips trailed underneath the blonde's pale navel as equally pale fingers were carded through messy raven locks. Draco's chest heaved in pants, and his eyelids drooped sleepily.
"I take it I did good, then?" Harry asked huskily against his lover's skin, amused.
Draco could only respond with a half-hearted nod. After being sucked and fingered to one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever experienced, there wasn't much left in him.
Harry chuckled, "You've never taken four before." He crawled up his boyfriend's chest, kissing the way to jaw, "Shall we see if you can take my fist next time?"
A smirk took his lips when Draco whined and nodded.
"I love you," he whispered breathily, French rolling off of his tongue like rich and creamy gelato on a summer's day.
"And I, you, my dear," Harry smiled softly back, laying soft kisses upon every centimeter of his lover's face.
Draco found the energy to capture Harry in a kiss, groaning when the other's erection nudged his spent cock. He was surprised when the fire rekindled in his belly. The raven would have laughed if he wasn't already overtaken with lust, frotting against Draco feverishly.
They began to rock together, Harry's hand migrating down to envelope them as best he could. Draco caught with the other man in no time and soon they were exchanging panty, out-of-breath, lazy kisses, lips murmuring complements and pleas.
The tension built and built and built until they saw white. Blissful, wonderful, want-to-stay-in-that-moment-forever white.
When they came to, Harry was collapsed atop his blondie boyfriend, both of them in deep heaving pants.
Green met grey, and they kissed. Their tongues met languidly and wetly and gorgeously, lips turned up in a smile on both sides of the kiss.
After a soft-murmured cleaning spell, they slept peacefully whilst entangled in each other's arms.