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Draco sank into his desk chair, leaning back to ease the cricks in his spine.
Merlin, it had been a long day from hell. His father, ever the ray of fucking sunshine, had taken up another high profile case on his behalf. When would he think about what Draco wanted instead of what was beneficial to the firm? Right, the answer was, never.
“Today, we’re gonna just talk, tell me about your day and I’ll tell you about mine!”
The sensual (to him at least. Merlin, he hoped no one else thought of Harry as sensual; he didn’t want to share.) whispers filled his little studio apartment, going straight to his cock. He closed his eyes, his brain immediately bringing up images of green eyes pinning him to the spot while whispering sweet nothings into his ear, maybe a little lick along the shell? Yes, that was it, he could hear the rough timbres, the dulcet tones surrounding him.
He slid an arm down his body, taking the time to tantalisingly feel himself. This was a ritual at this point, a highlight of his dull week.
Slowly undoing his trousers, making sure to get them out of the way, metaphorically freeing himself of responsibilities of being a straight laced (the only thing straight about him) corporate barrister, he ran his hand along his stomach, touching and teasing.
He imagined a muscular body hovering over him, whispering in a deep resonance. As he took himself into his hand, a shockwave of arousal and want washed over him.
Each pop of Harry’s tongue, sent blood rushing to his cock. The waves of shame still burnt, even after months of doing this.
Was he a bad person?
Was something wrong with him?
He didn’t have consent, was that unethical?
Was he one of those creeps on the internet?
But no, after the first time, he’d tried multiple different streams, different sounds, different artists.
It wasn’t an ASMR thing, it was a Harry thing.
He teased himself a bit to quiet the doubts in his mind. He had long resigned himself to his fucked up infatuation.
As Harry chattered on, his voice getting hoarser and more throaty, Draco tightened his grip around his cock, pumping into his fist.
He imagined that voice, throaty and husky because of him, only him.
He thrust upwards, slow and steady.
His cock was so hard, he was so close, so close, so, so close.
With a deep moan, he came all over himself, just as the short stream drew to a close.
Cheeks red with arousal and shame, he cleaned up and headed to bed, boneless with satisfaction, nodding off to dreams of green eyes and gruff tones.
***
Nodding along to the rhythm of the train tracks, Draco was still wound up from the last night.
It had felt different somehow.
No, he couldn’t think about it now.
Not in a crowded train car, a few kilometres away from his Father’s law firm.
“I know Mione, but that doesn’t change the fact that this is important to me!”
The words cut through the morning fog in Draco’s mind.
He’d know that sound anywhere.
He strained his ears, in an almost pavlovian response to hear more, feel more.
Was that- Oh Merlin- was that really him?
He felt the blood drain from his face.
Drain from his face and flow to a very different and wholly inappropriate part of his body.
Stupid, stupid, of course Harry was a real, living breathing person, who used public transport. (He cared about the environment perhaps, an unhelpful, besotted part of his brain supplied. He certainly didn’t need the money, many thanks to Draco)
Of course Harry lived in London, which Draco knew, after a particularly lonely evening and a cleared search history.
It was stupid, stupid of him to form a parasocial relationship with an online personality. He probably had a partner, a happy life, and here was Draco getting a wholly inappropriate erection in a crowded train and ohmygodwasheWHISPERING?
Draco dug his phone out of his pocket to have something to do with his hands (that was not getting himself off, thank you very much) and forced images of Lucius in lingerie to get rid of his erection by sheer force of will. The image was more scary than anything, and he frowned fiercely at his phone like it was all its fault.
He thought he could see green, green eyes looking at him through the corner of his eyes, and he kept his gaze pinned firmly on the little screen, almost pulverising it with his intensity.
He rushed off at the next stop – luckily the stop he was supposed to get off at – and resolved to completely forget about this unfortunate event. It never happened, nothing was wrong, he was perfectly fine-
“What's wrong Dray? You look like you want the Earth to swallow you whole.”
Draco sighed. Of fucking course.
No sooner had he walked through the door to the office , having worked himself down from the state of arousal and agony of the bus, than he was accosted by dark hair and a nasal voice.
“Nothing is wrong Pansy. And I told you to stop calling me that.”
“Merlin, you’re in a mood aren’t you? Fine, keep your secrets, I won’t pry” she sniffed in annoyance.
Knowing Pansy, she very much was going to pry, but more strategically.
“Have the documents been mailed yet? I told you-”
“Drayyy! Don’t be boring just yet!” Pansy interrupted, grabbing his arm with a plaintive note in her voice and wide eyes. “I have some gossip!”
Gossip? About whom? His interest was piqued, even though such plebeian things were beneath a man of his stature.
Pansy, however, a friend of his childhood, knew about his weakness for the rumour mill.
She continued without waiting for him to say anything.
“You know that guy you’re in love with? The streamer who has no idea you exist?”
She was smirking. Oh god, there was no way this would end well.
“I’m not- actually, never mind, I’m done explaining myself to you. I should never get drunk around you again.”
“Yeah yeah, well, remember that Fan meet you signed up for? Rumour has it that he might actually show up!”
She was one step away from squealing and letting the entire office know about his crush, no, infatuation.
“What tosh, as if.”
“Perhaps you might get to meet him in the flesh! Dreams do come true, Dray!”
What was he supposed to say to that? Not like he hadn't dreamed about it.
Meeting him in the flesh, kissing, fucking.
“...”
“That’s what I thought.”
***
Time was a violent, silent, and slow- acting criminal. It had simultaneously left Draco gasping for breath and hoping every single one would be his last.
Okay, maybe that was a slight exaggeration.
Nonetheless, no one was happier than Draco when the next stream rolled around. That very evening, he changed into his pyjamas and curled up on the settee to watch the Gaming Wednesdays with the Weasel (He meant Ron, but he despised the sod, so Weasel it was.)
As they started up a run through of Hogwarts Legacy, the pointless back and forth between lifelong friends was immensely pleasing to Draco’s ears. Well, Harry’s was. Ronald was just background noise.
“Shoutout to the frowny blond guy dressed like Merlin that was in my train car today. No idea why you were glaring at your phone so hard but I hope it works out!”
Wait. What?
He paused the stream for just one second.
He scrolled back exactly thirty seconds.
He took a deep breath, hoping to Merlin he’d heard wrong.
“Shoutout to the frowny blond guy dressed like Merlin that was in my train car today. No idea why you were glaring at your phone so hard but I hope it works out!”
Frowny. Blond. Glaring at the phone.
Fuck.
What else did he see? Would he tell everyone about it? Would he judge him forever?
He could just imagine it. He shows up to the Fan Meet. Everyone turns to look. Maybe Harry’s there, maybe he’s not. They make the connection (because yes, the world does revolve around him and this one particular sentence no one paid attention to) and boom! He is forever banned from any and all social events, he loses his job, Mercury goes into retrograde.
That’s it. He can never step out of the house again. Especially not for a Fan meet where he is likely to be recognized.
Yes, he paid a lot of money. Yes, he was looking forward to it.
No, no one, not even Pansy, could persuade him to go now.
***
“Where is this place of yours? I’m tired of walking around with a sodding blindfold on!”
“Just a little more Draco darling!”
He was not having a good day. After moping around for a good few days, Pansy had finally dragged him out of the house.
On the day of Fan meet.
Which she was determined he go to.
Especially after the Wednesday Incident.
Fuck.
Why did he agree to this? Why didn’t he think it through?
“We’re here!’
Pansy sang out loud. She. Actually. Sang.
As she removed his blindfold, he steeled himself.
A part of him was hoping.
Hoping that it was indeed the Fan meet.
Hoping that Pansy’s rumours were right about Harry coming.
Hoping that he would be recognized and then pursued.
Hoping that all of his dirtiest fantasies would come true.
The other, bigger, louder part of him wanted to get the fuck away.
He opened his eyes to meet bright green ones he would have recognized anywhere.
He had, after all, spent many a day wanking to them.
Draco opened his eyes and everything screeched to a halt around him. After months upon months of only seeing them on video, Harry's eyes were impossibly green in a way that stole Draco's breath and threw him off-kilter. He could feel his own eyes widening in slow motion as his body caught up to the panic his mind was thrown into. Time sped back up and Draco fought down the bubble of nervous laughter that clawed its way up his throat. He could feel Pansy's maniacal grin boring into the side of his head and he vowed to never forgive her for this because, truly, what the fuck, Pansy? His feet moved of their own accord and while his torso swayed forward, his feet carried him unevenly back towards safety. Safety from the utter embarrassment that was his life at this exact moment.
And then, he ran.
Or at least, he tried to.
Green eyes lit up in recognition and Harry's sweet little grin quirked up even higher before uttering words Draco was sure he'd never be able to forget. Words he wasn't sure he wanted to forget. "Hey! You're that hot blond guy from the train!"
Wait. What?
Fuck, life didn’t have a scroll back option.
But, did he just say Hot??
Draco was sure the noise that left his mouth wasn't human. He squeaked one last time before tucking tail and bolting away from the confusion marring Harry's face. Merlin, now Draco really couldn't ever show his face around there again.
At that, he actually ran.
By the time he made it to the safety of his flat, Draco had managed to take note of the damning bulge in his pants that he was sure had made itself known before he ran. Breathlessly, he jammed the key into the lock, threw himself inside the door, and just barely remembered to lock his front door before he had his hand shoved shamefully down his pants
Again.
He thrust his hands into his trousers, wrapping a clammy hand around his hard cock.
Tugging once, twice, thrice to green eyed gorgeous men calling him Hot, and he was cumming.
He almost blacked out at the force of his orgasm. Sinking down to his knees right there in the middle of the room, feeling boneless with satisfaction and red with shame, he curled into a ball and stayed.
***
“Pansy, I told you to stop coming here. I still haven’t forgiven y-”
“Still haven’t forgiven me?”
He doesn’t need to look up to recognize that familiar ring, that penetrating gaze.
Harry Potter.
At his doorstep.
Smiling nervously with eyes green, so green ohmygod
Merlin, he was going to kill Pansy Parkinson.
“I’m so sorry for coming here without notice, but I accidentally called you hot at the Fan meet, not that I don’t think you’re hot because you are gorgeous, but that obviously distressed you, so I came over to apologise and maybe start over as friends, well, not friends, because of aforementioned hotness, but you know what I mean. Gosh, I’m rambling, aren’t I?”
It struck Draco that the Harry in front of him was a real person. Well, it stung more like, since Draco pinched himself pretty hard.
But, he was a real person, who got anxious and nervous and rambled.
And somehow, the infatuation turned into attraction real quick.
“Hi, Harry. Let me introduce myself. I’m Draco Malfoy, also known as Hot Blond Guy.”
“Oh gosh, you’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”
He smiled, as if they were sharing a joke only they knew.
“Stick around, and you just might find out.”
“Okay, I didn’t imagine this would go well, so I have no clue how to do this right, but would you like to have dinner sometime?”
Harry had closed his eyes, seemingly psyching himself up for rejection.
“Yes Harry, I’d love to have dinner covered by your famous Streamer money.”
Surprise, surprise, Harry Potter was the type to take it slow and romantic.
It wasn't until their 3rd date that Harry kissed him anywhere other than the cheek, the 5th date before he came up to Draco's flat (again) to make out and watch a movie, and the 11th date for it to go past that. Thirteen dates in and Draco was more than ready to move past the heavy petting and into actual sex territory.
He had fantasised enough.
He needed Harry.
TOn their fourteenth date –, a bright Monday evening with, no pouring rain for once –, found Draco and Harry at a restaurant that had quickly become their favourite.
It was cosy enough that there were no mobs around Streamer Harry, and homely enough that Draco didn’t have to be the Hot Blond Guy.
The air was charged with tension, sparks flying between them.
Fleeting touches were suddenly filled with so much more weight, so much more want.
Well, sparks had been flying for a while now, this was a complete raging fire.
As their (sumptuous) meal drew to a close, Draco had to resist from jumping Harry right then and there.
It looked like Harry, thank Merlin, was facing similar problems.
His voice dropped to a low whisper, and Draco was transformed to what felt like ages ago, a raw hand on his cock, soft whispers reverberating in his ears.
“My place?”
***
The walk home is frighteningly tame compared to what they’re about to do.
Draco can’t help but imagine it, cognizant of the growing bulge in his pants as they walk hand in hand.
Would Harry be needy? Would he be loud? Would he whisper sensually to Draco, only Draco?
The answers were so close, and yet every step felt too far.
Locking the door, they stand still for a minute, before surging towards each other like magnets.
When their lips meet again properly, it's like the final thread woven into the tapestry of their attraction, something Draco never knew was missing, but suddenly realised should have been there all along. It starts out sweet and chaste, but quickly turns into something much more urgent and needy. They’ve done this before, but this rendition feels like it is one of a kind.
They fall roughly back on the couch, knocking the junk to the floor in the process. The kiss grows almost violent in intensity, with clacking teeth and bitten lips and duelling tongues.
Harry feels his heart flutter wildly as Draco pushes him into the back of the couch, breaking their kiss to straddle his lap.
Groaning at the sensation of Draco’s body settling against his arousal, Harry buries his face in the crook of the man’s neck, sucking bruises into the sensitive skin. Above him, Draco lets out a startled gasp and digs his fingers into Harry’s shoulders.
“Oh fuck, Harry"
Harry lets out a little moan of lust at the rough curse falling from Draco’s lips.
The filthy sound so often imagined leaves Draco wanting more.
He watches, as Draco’s pupils dilate in response to his reaction.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes, please Harry
“You’re so good for me, darling”
He whispers, putting on his ASMR voice.
Draco keens, dragging his hands down to Harry’s waist, grasping the soft material of his shirt and pulling insistently.
“Off.”
Harry breaks away from Draco reluctantly to drag the offending garment off over his head.
“You’re doing so well, love.”
He leans forward to Draco’s ear, dragging his tongue across the shell, whispering, “ You turn me on so much baby, you have no idea”
“Oh Harry." Draco moans. “F-fuck me, please”
“Oh my Hot Frowny Blond, you have no idea what hearing your mouth say those filthy words does to me.” Harry giggles and all but whines.
They make quick work of their pants, hurriedly discarding them on the floor.
“Bedroom. Now.”
When they reach the bedroom, Harry is surging forward to give Draco a bruising kiss on the mouth
“Never knew I turned you on so much baby”
"Fuck you," Draco replies, with a low laugh.
“Oh.”
"Huh?" Draco blinks stupidly at Harry, who leans down and catches his lower lip between his teeth, biting down softly before releasing it again.
"I thought the plan was to fuck you, though," he whispered against Draco's mouth, moving to lay down on the bed on his back. He pulls Draco down along with him to straddle his hips. Draco grinds his hips down hard as he realises what Harry means and he kisses him feverishly, sucking his tongue into his mouth.
"Yeah," he manages in between kisses. "That...um..Yes."
"Really?" Harry asks, sounding somewhat surprised. "Okay." The smile that lights up Harry's face is beautiful and Draco almost shuts his eyes, blindsided by the heat surging through his chest.
They back further onto the bed. Harry hesitates a little before grabbing the lube and pouring it onto his fingers
“Have you done this before?”
“Only by myself. Is that a problem?”
"It’ll feel a little strange. But it shouldn't feel bad," he says into Draco’s mouth. "Breath in. And out. And in again—"
"I know how to breathe Harry—"
"Then shut your pretty little mouth and do it, Malfoy."
Draco takes a deep breath as a wet finger probes at his entrance. The sensation is odd, but not altogether unwanted.
“Good?”
Draco nods, frowning. "I think so?"
"That's not very convincing, Malfoy."
Draco laughs breathily. "Convince me then, Potter.." He wiggles back against the tip of Harry’s finger.
Harry slips another finger inside, slowly stretching and scissoring and...searching?
Draco is just about to ask what he is doing, when he brushes a spot inside him that makes him see stars and moons and suns.
“Oh fuck yes”
“There we go!”
He keeps up a steady pace, making sure to brush his prostate every time, until Draco is shuddering and sobbing for more.
“More! More”
“More what baby? What do you want?”
“Fuck me Harry”
Draco almost weeps when the digits are finally replaced by Harry’s thick, lubed cock
“You’re so tight my darling” He says as he thrusts into the wet heat of Draco’s hole fluttering against his hard cock.
"I love your cock inside me."
“Of course you love my cock baby, it’s fucking you so good-”
"Fuck me harder"
“Oh my god”
“Yes Harry, right there just like that”
He reaches down in between them to grip Draco’s hard cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. The overstimulation almost makes Draco sob; he wants, he needs, he loves. Draco shakes his head and forces himself to return to the moment.
Harry is having troubles of his own. Draco is making the most delicious sounds. With each thrust of Harry’s cock he’s giving these breathless, helpless little moans. Sounds that the brunette had never let himself hope he'd ever get to hear from the boy that he'd wanted for so long.
Harry’s eyes had slipped shut as he moved, shielding him from the sight of Draco's body arching, pale skin flushed by lust and marked by Harry's mouth. But those moans still assaulted him, along with the feeling of soft, hot skin in his hand. The wet slapping sounds as Harry pounded into Draco and Draco shoved up to meet every thrust created an erotic cacophony.
Harry tightened his free hand in the sheet trying to ground himself. He couldn't pull himself out of this rhythm if he tried….he's completely lost to it.
Draco's bliss ringing in his ears lets him know his lover is close, but if he could just – hold – on –
"I’m gonna cum, Draco..."
Draco's moans become a guttural cry as he comes. Harry gives himself up to it and they shudder through their orgasms together.
Harry kisses Draco's neck, mouthing at the slick skin, rough with a day’s worth of stubble. It coaxes another little shiver out of him.
They lay together for a time, panting and sweaty and wholly incapable of higher brain function. Eventually, Draco tangles long fingers in Harry's hair and tugs him upwards until their mouths meet.
The kiss is completely uncoordinated; sloppy and full of clashing teeth and slurping sounds. Utterly unromantic except for being the kind of kiss that comes after mind-blowing sex.
Harry shifts a little and manages to pull out without giving up his lovely spot on top of Draco. He does pull back enough to break the kiss, and watch Draco's blurred blue eyes open and blink up at him.
“That was… Amazing.”
Harry smiles besottedly down at Draco and roughly shoves two fingers back inside his used hole.
Draco’s eyes widen, a small sound escaping him. He is hot inside, and slick with lube and Harry’s come. Harry just keeps his fingers there for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of being inside Draco once again.
Harry keeps his eyes open this time and is rewarded with the most beautiful sight he has ever seen. Draco’s body, still loose in its post-orgasmic lassitude, tightens languidly;, his breath hitches softly and speeds up minutely.
Harry grins, exulting in the slightly nervous anticipation in Draco’s face as Harry flexes his fingers. He is captivated by every gasp and each twitch of Draco’s face as he fingers him slowly.
He holds Draco’s gaze, refusing to let him hide from the prickling, oversensitive pleasure he's inflicting. But soon Draco turns his face away, closing his eyes with a guttural moan. Harry pumps his fingers harder in retaliation, and Draco tightens around Harry’s fingers.
“God, Potter, I can't...I just came, I can't deal with...”
"Can’t you?"
He trails his body down Draco’s, hands grazing where they should be grabbing and mouth barely glancing along his skin.
Until he reaches his cock.
He takes Draco’s now semi-hard cock and strokes it to full arousal.
"I want you to fuck my mouth, Draco."
Draco is still trying to comprehend that when Harry giggles and swallows Draco’s cock. He bobs up and down, taking him almost to the base, pubic hair brushing Harry’s nose.
Draco can feel himself rapidly approaching the orgasm again, courtesy Harry’s clenching throat.
He cries out and clutches onto Harry’s hair, doing all he can to not spill himself in Harry’s mouth right then and there.
Harry eases off with a pop, only to mutter filthily.
"Cum in my mouth”
Draco's eyes widen as Harry takes him in his mouth again, Draco feels his orgasm hit him like a wave; hips bucking involuntarily up into Harry’s mouth. He feels Harry moan around him and if Draco hadn’t just come, that lewd moan would have done it.
His orgasm finally ends, after what feels like an eternity, and Harry crawls back up his body. He surges downward and kisses him hard.
Draco tastes himself in Harry’s mouth and it makes him a little crazy. He kisses back as if his life depends on it…gods, it just might at that.
That kiss is everything, and he pours everything he has into it.
That kiss speaks of love, longing, and belonging.
Body, soul, mind, he is Harry’s.
And Harry is his.
Everything is different, and yet nothing has changed.
***
Harry's sleep-mussed hair is a sight to enjoy. The soft sounds of dawn fill the sleepy morning. He smiles at Draco like usual. When he turns his head back to look at Draco, his face is soft, lips parted.
Draco's hand rests over the hollow of Harry's throat when he leans in to kiss him, and Harry melts. He guides Harry onto his back as their mouths move together, Draco's tongue pushing inside to lick at the fuzzy morning taste. He can feel Harry's morning hardness pressing against him through the thin sheets, and the unconscious lift of Harry's hips.
Just when Harry sighs, Draco pulls away. "Well, then, I should be going."
Harry's eyes fly open, then narrow. "Draco."
Everything that matters — everything that has been his own choice — has been done with his love for Harry in mind, but Harryhe needn't know that. Instead, he swoops down to Harry's pursed mouth and kisses him again, nipping Harry's bottom lip with his teeth.
Voice catching on a gasp, Harry opens his legs so Draco can slot closer to him, holding his knees tight against Draco's sides. The sheets shift, and their hard cocks slide together.
"Draco." Harry breathes his name out between them when Draco drags his mouth down Harry's jaw and then his throat. He sucks a hard kiss right above Harry's collarbone, drawing little needle points of red just under the surface, and Harry moans. His fingers clench in Draco's loose hair.
Draco reaches between them, dancing his cold fingertips along the shaft of Harry's cock to the dripping head. Harry gives a rare curse, arching into the touch.
"Oh, does Potter want something?" he teases. He lightly grazes the slit of Harry's cock with an icy fingernail, making the other main hiss.
"Bastard," Harry grits out, but his body betrays him, cock leaking.
Licking over the swell of Harry's throat, Draco walks his slick fingers further back between Harry's legs, prodding between the cheeks of his ass. "Now, now, you know that's not true," he says. "Behave and you'll get exactly what you want."
The turns have tabled.
He presses two fingers inside. It's a quick preparation, just enough to get Harry wet, and then he's replacing his fingers with his cock.
As Draco slides into him, into the hot perfect heat of him, Harry turns his head to the pillow. It pulls wisps of hair free, dark strands framing his face. He's gorgeous, and Draco can admit, silently and beneath everything, that he is so utterly, devastatingly in love.
Harry is quieter when he’s on the receiving end, which means pulling more sounds from him is a fun little goal for Draco. He brings their mouths together again as he thrusts, forcing Harry open with his tongue, pressing inside until he's invaded the space of Harry's mouth. Harry whimpers and sucks at Draco's tongue.
Draco holds tightly to Harry's waist as he fucks him, hard and cold enough that later Harry will have a bruise to remind him. He never wants Let Harry to never forget how good it feels when he opens and entrusts himself to Draco.
With another pointed, rough thrust, Harry gasps. Draco pushes Harry's thigh against his chest and presses in deeper, rocking into him as Harry stares into him, lip bitten. He drags his cock out, then in, a purposeful fuck that brushes against Harry's sweet spot slowly.
Draco pulls out partway and then slams back inside, hard enough that Harry says " Fuck ," in a choked whine. His nails drag down Draco's naked back, again and again, once for each time Draco thrusts into him. The trail he leaves burns, and he accepts it as his own unforgettable evidence of Harry's desire.
"Draco… I'm close." Harry gasps again, "Harder."
On another day, Draco would make Harry wait, would slow his pace and squeeze a hand around Harry until he came first, perhaps then pull out and make Harry come on his tongue. But he knows Harry has a full schedule today, an ASMR Tuesday (live, for Draco) and he's not that inconsiderate.
Between their bodies, he takes Harry's hot, leaking cock in his hand. He strokes him quickly, Harry keening as Draco's cock and Draco's hand drives him closer. He meets Draco's thrusts, fucking himself into Draco's fist, and then he comes, spurting white streaks onto his nightshirt and Draco's smooth pale chest.
"God, Harry." Draco groans, dropping his forehead against Harry's, fucking him through the other's orgasm. When Harry hisses softly, he knows he's reached the point of being oversensitive, and he leans back to watch Harry's softening cock twitch and bounce against his wet abdomen as Draco drives into him. He pulls Harry onto his cock roughly as he thrusts deep, spilling his seed inside him.
Harry squirms and sighs an "Ah — hmm," clenching around him as Draco fills him, his hole milking every drop from Draco's cock.
Movement slowing, Draco eases his softening cock out of Harry, some of his come dripping out of Harry's hole around him.
He's surprised when Harry stops him from pulling away and tugs him back, and drops his weight on the boy below him. "Ah, much as I'd love to stay inside you all day, we cannot shirk our responsibilities," he teases.
Harry levelled him with a look. "As if I would." He trails a gentle hand over the patch across Draco's face. He rested his palm against Draco's cheek, and Draco turned to press a kiss into it.
And with quiet whispers and tingles all over, Draco marvels at his luck.
“Should I stay?”
“Stay.”
“As romantic as that sounds, we’re both filthy and need a shower.”
“Way to ruin the moment, Draco.”