Draco gasped and breathed in noisy pants as hands ghosted down his chest to the front of his trousers. His entire body was buzzing, low pulses of electricity running through him just under his skin. Today would be a day for firsts, he could feel it in the charge in the air. He'd never gone this far with Harry before. There had been a lot of frotting and getting each other off, but there hadn't been as much skin contact as you would think something like that would involve. Draco would die messily under horrible torture before he admitted it, but he got unaccountably shy around Potter sometimes. And that just was not something you admitted out loud to anyone. Ever. Not if you weren't planning on murdering the teasing hordes that would emerge.

He gasped again as he felt Harry's fingers caressing the soft skin between his navel and belt, and his lips mouthing their way up his neck to his jaw line. The fingers trailed along the top of his trousers to the small of his back and teeth bit at his ear as he felt the lips curve into a teasing smile. Draco blinked his eyes open to find Potter smiling at him softly from slightly unfocused eyes. Draco dimly remembered tossing his glasses over his shoulder at some point. He'd cast a permanent impervious spell on them after the first few times he'd broken them doing just that.

"Hi."

Draco rolled his eyes but couldn't resist stealing a kiss from the smiling lips. Although he'd meant for the peck to only last a moment, he became distracted by the softness and the warmth and the sheer joy that Harry put into his kisses until the kiss deepened and became more and harder and sweeter. When he came up gasping for air, his arms were wrapped tightly around Harry's neck; Harry's fingers were digging into his skin where he was holding on to his hips. He rested his forehead against Harry's as his body unclenched. Harry grinned as he bumped his nose against Draco's gently, his fingers stroking along Draco's spine until they reached his hair. Draco muffled a groan as they started kneading through the strands.

Draco loved it when Potter played with his hair. And fortunately for Draco, that was quite often. Whenever Draco was within reach and would allow it, in fact. But he also knew that Potter only did it with that distracted look in his eyes when he was feeling pensive. It was ridiculous that Draco even knew that, but he couldn't stop himself from asking.

"What're you thinking, Potter?"

"Just that that was amazing."

"And?"

Potter smiled that Draco had caught what he wasn't saying in his voice. Well, of course he had caught it. He had always watched Potter so that he could anticipate his moves, and he had become absurdly sensitive to all nuances Potter as of late. It was almost embarrassing.

"And that as many times as we've done this, I haven't even seen you naked. Not properly."

Draco swallowed and thought about that as Potter continued to run his fingers through Draco's hair. With the snogging, and bringing each other off and the shirtless exploring, this still somehow felt more... intimate. But... he also wanted to do it. He took a deep breath and brought his hands to the first button still fastened, about halfway down his shirt. He hadn't gotten it open when Potter put his hand over Draco's making him look up at him.

Potter had a solemn look on his face, touched with a tinge of awe and something else Draco couldn't read.

"Let me?"

Draco hesitated, then nodded, dropping his hands to his sides.

Potter straightened up from where he was leaning against Draco and slowly undid each button, almost as if he went any faster he would end up ripping them out altogether. Once done with the last one, he parted the flaps of the shirt and just stood staring until Draco twitched. Then he leaned forward and licked a strip from the hollow at the base of his throat to the side of his jaw, and retraced the wet trail with small nibbly kisses. He continued with them across his collar bone and one shoulder, and then back across the other. A pause, then he licked the side of Draco's neck where it met the shoulder, leaned forward and bit, holding the sensitive skin between his teeth, hard enough to make Draco feel it, but not hard enough to hurt. Draco fisted his hands to keep them in place at his sides rather than grab hold of Potter the way he wanted to. He would get his chance later.

Then Potter moved to the centre of his chest to lick and kiss a trail down it, first laving one nipple, then the other. He suckled and licked and teased with the tip of his tongue until Draco was writhing and swallowing moans with each breath. He was half hard already and from what he could tell, Potter had only just started.

Harry's heart was pounding, his fingertips tingling everywhere they were touching Draco, his lips following in their wake. His sharp collarbone, his sensitive nipples, the outline of his pecs, the quiet ridges along his abdomen, the curve of his waist.

Harry kneaded flesh as he moved his fingers up Draco's back under his shirt, his lips mirroring the motion up his chest, and then down again to the waistband of his trousers. He brought his hands around and hooked his fingers into the front before looking up at a flushed, panting blonde for permission.

He watched Draco stare at him with wide eyes, pupils blown, and followed the line of his throat as he swallowed. His breath hitched as Draco squeezed his eyes shut and nodded.

Carefully, his fingers a shade unsteady, he unbuttoned and unzipped Draco. Watched colourful boxers emerge, stroking Draco's hips before inching his fingers upwards and curling them around the waistband of the boxers. He took a deep breath in and held it as he slowly lowered the boxers a little and slid in his hand.

Draco didn't think he could bear it. Just as he opened his mouth to say stop, Potter's callused fingers met warm, throbbing flesh. Draco abruptly lost all ability to think as Potter shaped his fingers around him, probing and alternating pressure as if to map the feel of another person's cock in his hands through touch alone. Draco's breath hitched as he found himself hardening even more, still trapped inside cloth, now pressing against him even more severely with a hand further constricting his pants.

Potter readjusted his grip, did something – a twist, a curl, something – and Draco gasped for breath. Harry looked up and flashed him a wicked grin. Then he did again. And again. And again. Draco could feel the wet staining across the front of his boxers, and he reached out with greedy hands. Clenching fistfuls of Potter's shirt, he pulled him up until he was on his feet again. "My turn."

Then he wrenched the shirt over Potter's head without giving him a chance to respond. Draco panted when Harry's grip tightened in surprise, but he didn't stop. He left one of Potter's arms trapped by the shirt and reached for his belt. Fumbling hands quickly has the belt undone and trousers and pants pushed to the floor. Staring into Harry's eyes, he reached behind for handfuls of rounded flesh, pulling him flush against himself, trapping Harry's hand between them. He looked ridiculous, one hand trapped down Draco's pants, wrist circled by his t-shirt, his ankles caught by the trousers he had yet to step out of. And beautiful. He is beautiful. Draco felt himself grow hot at the thought and leaned forward for a kiss. Anything to distract himself from that thought.

They were cuddling. Again.

Draco squirmed as he tried to figure out if there was a way to loosen Potter's hold around his waist. Potter simply murmured softly and tucked Draco more closely against his front, his fingers fisting against sweat slick skin.

Draco swallowed even as his insides warmed and his guts squirmed with a peculiar kind of joy. Damn it! He really did not want to be here when Potter woke up. Even thinking about what they'd been up to just a few hours ago made his cheeks warm.

Slowly he eased his hand along Harry's arm and to his closed fist. Stroked the back of his fingers until they relaxed. Wove his fingers through Harry's so they wouldn't clench against him again when he moved. Then he slowly moved Potter's arm away from himself and slipped away from next to him, still clutching his hand.

As Draco knelt there, staring down at Harry's face relaxed in sleep, oddly vulnerable, his fingers clenched around Harry's hand. He brought the hand up and placed a soft kiss to the back of it before loosening his hold and carefully replacing Harry's arm. Then he stood up, padded around collecting his clothing as quickly as he could, and he slipped away quietly, back to the dorms in the still sleeping castle.

Harry woke to stillness and quiet in the Room of Requirement. He blinked, disoriented, and reached for his glasses. Not finding them to the left of his head as expected, he sat up to murmur a soft accio.

As the room came into focus around him, memories flooded back. Malfoy gasping for breath when Harry touched him. Malfoy smiling a little smugly when he made Harry shiver with his touch alone. Malfoy throwing his head back as he came all over Harry's fingers. Malfoy lying next to him, his head pillowed on Harry's arm, blinking up at him sleepily.

Harry glanced around to confirm what his first glance had told him. The room was empty. Malfoy was gone, and so were his things, with him.