Author's Note: Just a little fic idea I came up with and thought I'd share, enjoy!
Harry sensed a familiar magical signature behind himself. Before he could turn, he was pulled back against him, the feel of a muscular chest pressed against his back causing him to shiver. Elegant, long fingers trailed down his torso and dipped beneath his waistband, finding him hard.
"Sensitive, are we Potter?" he drawled, causing Harry to shiver once more. Though, whether from the voice, or the feel of those fingers wrapping around his shaft he couldn't tell.
Those fingers began to stoke, and he couldn't help his moan. He expected a comment, but instead the pace of stroking increased, sending his pleasure spiking higher.
He cried out as he came. "What pretty noises you make, Potter." That shiver-inducing drawl, as the hand withdrew and disappeared behind him. "And delicious too."
Harry woke abruptly. 'Fuck.'
He showered and dressed in record time, padding down to the Eighth Year Common Room on silent feet – no point waking up others just because he was. As he entered and spotted Draco sat in one of the chairs, dressed and hair impeccable as ever. He blew out a relieved breath; no matter how vivid that dream had been, it can't have been shared with how long it would take Draco to get ready.
"Not looking for a repeat, Potter?" Draco drawled.
"What?" he breathed, stunned.
"Surely you realise we shared that dream?" he asked, drawl almost a purr, with a smirk.
"But you're dressed!" Harry protested, frozen to the spot as Draco rose and stalked over to him.
"I was already dressed and down here when we shared the dream," he stated, and kissed his cheek. "It's all right if you don't want to make it a reality," he spoke gently.
"I didn't say that," he responded and blushed.
"You're so pretty when you blush," he purred, lips stretching into a satisfied smile when his blush deepened. "So you won't mind when I do this," he murmured, and wrapped a possessive hand around the back of his neck before pulling him into a heated kiss.
He responded instantly, clinging to the blonde in a way he might be embarrassed by – if he were capable of more than passing thought.
When Draco pulled back, he made a protesting noise. "We have little time," he consoled. "Rest assured, I wish to continue this at the next opportunity."
"But I want more now," he protested, blushing as the words left his lips, even knowing that he meant them.
Draco cast a quick Tempus. "Generally, no one will be down for another twenty minutes, but there's always the chance someone's sleep has been disturbed. Want to risk it?"
"Yes," he spoke firmly. In this moment, he wanted nothing more.
With a pleased smirk, the blonde led him back to the armchair. Once he'd settled, Harry straddled him. Draco tugged him close, and became aware of the bulge in his trousers. "No wonder you're so eager for this," he murmured, tugged Harry into another kiss as his hand delved beneath the brunet's trousers, and found him hard and leaking.
Draco began to stroke and he had enough presence of mind to return the favour, with more enthusiasm than skill. Part of his mind aware was that if he didn't get Draco close as soon as possible, he would be lost in pleasure and neglect him.
Draco increased the heat of their kiss and sped up his strokes. Harry pulled back, breathing hard, fighting to keep the concentration he needed to keep stroking. The blonde swiped his thumb over the head of Harry's cock, and Harry came, Draco following a split second later.
Harry all but collapsed against Draco, breathing hard. Footsteps sounded on the stairs.
With several deft flicks of his wand, Draco had the pair of them clean and presentable. He released his hold upon Harry, but the former-lion only cuddled closer. "We don't know who-" Draco protested.
"Let them see," he replied carelessly. "Everyone will know soon enough."
Draco's lips curved as he wrapped possessive arms around his Harry.