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Draco was shuffling through the pages of the book he found yesterday, The Herbal Book of Hidden Remedies , looking for a part where he'd gone wrong with the ingredients he was preparing. Furrowing his eyebrows, he makes sure that he did as the book instructs, he reads the instructions again:
- Cut the ends of the panax ginseng
- Crush the ginseng’s tails
- Extract it's juices and add water
- Heat it up in the cauldron until it boils
- Add rosemary leaves and leave it to boil for 30 minutes
- Prepare for the next phase of ingredients
And so he prepares the ingredients for the next phase of his potion. Recently, Draco's intrigued with herbal medicine, Herbology was not his best subject back in school though he'll never admit that. He currently tends to a magical garden in his backyard so he picked up a book that would be of use for his crops.
Finding that medicine is one, he had this brilliant idea of making it into a potion since that is his job. Though he did consider being a healer once but disregarded it back then for some reason Salazar knows what.
He strodes around his room, looking for the cabinet where he found his collection of stems and looks for a label with the name Tribulus Terrestris . Draco was chopping off a screaming stem when he faintly heard knocking on the door. He almost doesn't hear it with how loud the stems were screaming but he puts them back to their containers before exiting the room.
The knocking was without a rest and Draco feels irritated to be honest, who in Merlin’s name is at his door this late at night. He swung open the door but was clearly unprepared to see Harry Potter standing on the other side of it.
More startling when the man in question flushes all over his tan skin as he looks everywhere but Draco. “Potter, do you have any explanation on why you're standing at my door at this time of the night?”
Potter’s eyes snap onto him as if he's shocked that Draco can talk, “Do you mind if I come in?”
Absolutely, I do.
“No,” He gestures to Potter to come inside his shop and into his home they went. He lets Potter sit on one of his furniture, “Tea?”
“Sure”
“What kind?”
“Whatever you have is fine.” Draco curtly nods and walks into his kitchen to make some, leaving Potter on his own.
Draco’s relationship with the ‘Chosen One’ is currently undefined. Though he would say that they've become civil and more of like acquaintances, there's still a lingering gap visible enough between the two of them.
Potter visits his home for orders, or maybe even commissions for a potion, and on rare occasions, a consultation with a case. But other than that, you don't see the boy who lived twice knocking on his door out of office hours just to have tea with a death eater.
Well, a former death eater.
He stirs the cup once more before returning to where Potter was, the auror was anxiously bouncing his leg and his eyes follow Draco's movement as he places the tea in front of him and quietly mutters a thank you.
Draco takes the seat opposite to him, “So Potter, what assistance can-” Harry fucking Potter suddenly stands up causing him to stop and sits beside Draco.
“Sorry but this is more comfortable for me.” He says and he reaches over the table for his tea cup and slides it over closer. Draco’s head blanks out as Potter is literally just sitting beside him, just unprovocatively stood up and sat beside him because it was ‘more comfortable’.
He feels their thighs brushing against each other and he watches the auror’s face visibly relaxing when he intentionally leans his thighs towards the former death eater.
“We had a raid in Knockturn Alley.” Potter starts. “It was successful but a wizard released a gas bomb before he was caught and I inhaled most of it.”
Potter was totally leaning to him now, his shoulders brush against Draco's and he’s red all over from face to his neck. Eyes focused on the tea as if it's the only thing keeping him sane right now.
“I finished up quickly and went to the healers as soon as I could. And they told me that I.. Uh-” Potter side eyes Draco, and catches him staring back. “You what?”
“Aphrodisiacs. I inhaled aphrodisiacs.”
Oh. Well that explains the closeness.
“Must be a weak one then if you're still this lucid.” Draco observes.
“I don't know.” “You don't know what?”
“Anything about the gas actually, only that it is supposed to be really potent and should be messing with my head a few more minutes from now because not only did the gas contain drugs but magical enchantments as well. So I want you.” Draco’s heart stops.
“To?” “Um, make me a cure please, and fast.”
Draco finally breathes again. “Well first I need to know what kind of aphrodisiac it is before I can brew you a cure so it's probably gonna take more than a few minutes. You can stay here, I'll go to my work room.”
“I can help.” Potter fidgets again as Draco stands up to leave.
Draco raises a brow, “really?”
“Yeah, my brain is telling me to follow you right now, or it's the gas, probably.” Harry runs a hand through his unruly hair and stands up as well, ready to follow Draco wherever he may take him.
“Fine. Let's go.”
-
Draco can't focus on the words in his book. He really really can't. Not with Potter leaning over his shoulders trying to read the book in Draco's hand as if there weren't any other that he could read. Draco's hand steadies himself on the counter as he feels his heart fasten when he feels the other’s breath on his collarbone.
“Can you please move a little. Give a bloke some personal space, you know?”
“I can't”
Draco groans, fuck this. “The fuck you mean you can't?”
Potter's face cringes, “Like I physically can't move from this spot.”
“Just move!” “I can't!”
Draco's head aches, I think that's probably a migraine incoming.
“Listen oh bravest chosen one. That's just the aphrodisiac controlling you. Fight it, genius.” Draco rolls his eyes in frustration but feels Potter leaning away.
“Sorry”
Draco doesn't answer and continues flipping the pages through the books, trying to find the flower that reminds him of the symptoms the sulking man beside him is feeling.
Crocus Sativus
A herbal plant that grows only in autumn. It is most commonly used as anantiseptic, analgesic, and expectorant agent as a nerve sedative and stimulator for immunity, blood flow, and menstruation.
It is traditionally used as an aphrodisiac that can stimulate the brain into thinking it is in need of physical touch from any person in sight that they are supposedly attracted to. It commonly starts as a simple attraction and want of physical closeness to the gradual want of sexual intercourse with the said person. Effects last for 48 hours.
If left untreated, the person intoxicated is in constant pain mentally with a drastic drop to their hormones, and physically, usually a ‘stinging’ pain in their abdomen area. Common cases end up being hospitalized and out of commission for at least a week.
Draco flips to the next page and finds another flower. Where’s the cure?
“Did you find something Malfoy?” Potter asks beside him. Hands on the desk, tapping his fingers close to the blonde’s hand. As if he wants to reach over and touch it.
“Good news, Potter. I found what kind of aphrodisiac is in your system and what it does. However, there seems to be no cure written. So I'm going to have to take the safest option and create a commonly used antidote for love potions since basically they're the same.”
“Are you sure it would work?” Potter licks his lips to dampen.
“It should. But since you said there were magical enchantments in the gas that were unidentified, hopefully it would still work-” “Can I hold your hand?”
Absolute silence.
“I really want to hold your hands please. I know it's weird but.. uh..”
If left untreated, the person intoxicated is in constant pain.
Draco goes to war inside his brain for about five seconds, deciding if the best course of action is to take pity on the chosen one or leave him to his dismay to protect himself from whatever's consuming Potter's brain.
Oh but you see, Draco Malfoy is a very very weak bloke.
He's thankful that the other is just asking for a hand hold, because if Draco is being honest with himself, he doesn't want to know how far he'll go for this boy with a scar on his forehead right now. He slides his to Potter’s and sees the relief washes through the other’s facial expression.
He's really fighting hard for control.
Potter smiles slightly, “You can start with the potion now. Don't mind me, I'll just hold your hand.” and tilts his head oh so innocently.
Are those sun rays on his back?
-
About 20 minutes ago Harry Potter was in a room of about 5 people berating him of the consequences of letting the suspect induce a sex pollen in his system. It's not his fault that the stupid bloke had the nerve to drop a gas bomb when they were literally feet apart.
The healer tells him that the best cure for an aphrodisiac is well, sex.
Now, Harry is a healthy man but the last time he's had intercourse with a partner is.. well.. um..
He's not the type to walk around and pick up some random bloke on the street to warm his bed at night, he has manners mind you.
In all honesty, Harry isn't feeling much of the symptoms they're reciting to him right now. If anything he doesn't want to touch anyone right here right now.
So he goes to the next best idea he has to take the gas out of him. What a brilliant idea it is to go to his favorite potioneer and ask for a cure. And so he apparates on Draco’s familiar doorstep and knocks.
Draco opens the door and then- one look. One look was what it all fucking takes for the damned sex pollen to take effect on him. He felt his breath quicken and he tried to even it out, his heart was trying to jump out of his chest, and he felt hot all over even on his fingertips.
His fingertips were itching to reach over and touch every skin that was exposed of Draco's casual wear. To push him in and pin him on his own door and beg for the blonde’s touch.
Self-control Harry. Where are all those auror training you went through?
Out the window it probably went, Harry's not so sure as he's currently empty minded with Draco's hand firmly wrapped around his. After a bit of humiliation on his part, he finds himself following the grey eyed bloke like a dog on a leash as Draco’s hand drags him around the workshop for the ingredients of the antidote.
They finally stop at a cauldron and Harry does nothing but stares at their hands linked. The silence was calming, earlier his head had been screaming at him to take his hand, hold it. Sit close to him, closer, you need his touch, touch him!
It was honestly irritating, constantly at war in his own head, it was like the time when his mind was shared with Voldemort, but on a totally different level. Though he knows that he should've controlled his actions better, it was nice to just follow his instincts for once, holding Draco's hand is so nice.
From his position, Harry can smell the perfume Draco is wearing. The aphrodisiac starts acting up again, since his hand starts itching again to get closer, closer!
Harry smells Draco's sweet shampoo and it's over. He doesn't know what he's doing but he tries to bury his nose to the source and finds himself drifting, eyes shut, his knees going weak and clinging to Draco for support.
More, more, more!
“Potter!” Harry's attention snaps towards the voice. “Hey, are you still with me?”
Harry hums, noticing that now, his face is buried on Draco's shoulder. One hand still with the blondes and his other wrapped around Draco’s waist.
When did that get there?
“I think it's better if you just stay outside.” A whine rips out of Harry before he can even stop the humiliating sound.
“I know your tiny brain does not like the suggestion but your symptoms are getting worse.. it's- uh- distracting.” Harry looks up to see the tips of Draco's ear redden. At least he's not the only one affected by this stupid aphrodisiac.
“Let me finish the cure, okay? Then we can finally get this over with and you can go back to normal.” Harry thinks his heart stops when his hand on Draco's hips is being pulled away.
Heart practically ripped out of his chest when Draco fully pulled away from their previous position. His mind begs him to place his hand back and hold the blonde's hand again but with his last bit of dignity, he bites his lips so painfully it might bleed and forces to keep his hands to himself.
“Right. I'll go along then, Malfoy.”
Draco gives him a tight smile, “I'll try to work faster okay? Bear with me.”
Harry practically drags his feet out the door as if full sacks of stones were tied around his ankles with how much- how badly he wants to stay where Draco is.
But it's such a dangerous thought, because he can't think when Draco Malfoy is in the room, aphrodisiacs or not. He takes a seat where he previously did earlier, his tea made by Draco is already cold and forgotten.
Harry knows it's the sex pollen, probably, but touching Draco was addicting, and Draco wasn't even reciprocating anything! He just stands there and lets Harry do as he likes. He doesn't even want to know what Draco's touch would do to his already muddled brain.
He doesn't know whether to be A) thankful that the blonde tries to ease his pain by being compliant with the other's needs. B) Frustrated, because his brain just won't shut up at him and keeps on yapping about how it absolutely misses Draco's touch or C) Angry, at himself for having absolutely zero control and letting some stupid sex pollen ruin his already shaky relationship with Draco.
With his hormones already a mess, tears gather up in his eyes for some reason Godric knows what.
Draco drove him out here because Harry crossed the line with basically draping himself all over the blonde, all because he can't control himself , is the thought that sinks in to him.
All that work for their so-called acquaintanceship just for it to come crashing down on Harry's feet because he can't keep his hands to himself.
Stupid, stupid! Did you even think if he wanted to touch you? I'm such a mess, a mess he's just trying to fix and I had to go and ruin everything we had so far before this unfortunate night. Stupid, just so fucking stupid.
He bends over and lays his head on his knees as feels his abdomen burn in pain. He crawls in a fetal position in the thankfully long furniture and feels pain creeping up to his lower back as well. He feels flushed all over all while his head is still screaming at him for his selfishness towards Draco.
By the end of it all, tears are still gathered in his eyes, unshed as it is undeserving to be out and about. I can't cry . Harry can't, he just has to suck it up and wait for Draco to come out the door with hopefully, an antidote in his hands to put Harry out of his misery.
-
Breathe in
Breathe out
With his last bit of restraint, he managed to get out of Potter’s warmth before deciding that he cannot do this with a Harry Potter clinging to him like he wants to sniff the smell out of Draco's body.
His collapsing reserve is crippling at his feet like a worm in a bed of salt. He is sober, and Potter is not. Draco needs to control his damn self before he gets his own ass sent to Azkaban for inappropriately touching the wizarding world’s chosen one.
He lets the antidote boil and leaves it as he contemplates if he did the right call in depriving Potter some relief from the side effects of the aphrodisiac.
Flashes of Potter's face come to his mind as he remembers the pained look it morphed to after Draco says that he can't have him in the room anymore. The dark haired boy was just trying to take some form of relief from the closest source he can get it from.
The blonde knows that it's just the aphrodisiac making Potter act like this towards him, but damn that scarhead and his reckless ass. Getting himself into danger then coming to Draco for help as if Potter needs him.
Potter already looks like he's handling it well though, years of auror training probably heightened his self control and the boy who lived probably trained for these kinds of accidents.
Potter just needs the antidote to stop it completely. So focus, Draco! And for the love of Merlin hurry up so you can kick the bloke out the door.
Hence, he adds wiggentree twigs and stirs thoughtlessly until the substance cools down. He transfers it to a small vial and heads out to where Potter should be waiting.
-
Pained whimpers can be heard as the sound bounces throughout the walls of Draco’s home. Alarmed, Draco fastens his pace and finds Harry laying down and curled onto himself.
He takes a step closer and sees Harry with eyes tightly shut closed, groaning as he holds onto his stomach, looking flushed from head to toe, panting, sweating out a river, and looking so out of himself.
Shit , was all Dravo could think of before bolting to Harry's side, heart trying to jump out of his chest. “Potter? Potter!”
Harry opens his eyes the slightest, trying to identify the figure in front of him. Oh but his eyes is so fucking heavy and a jolt of stinging pain hits his abdomen again and he groan even more.
He doesn't hear anything but his breaths, so uneven and erratic but he just can't seem to even them out.
In. Out. In. Out. In-
Draco gets no answer but groans from the bloke. He doesn’t seem to hear the blonde's calls as he doesn't seem to notice that Draco was even there.
“Harry! Gosh, just drink this up will you?” With Harry's last bit of strength, he opens his eyes slowly to meet gray one’s looking worriedly back at him.
Harry feels cold hands cup one of his cheek and a sigh escapes him and a flash of relief runs through his body before his brain unhelpfully demands more!
“Open your mouth.” Draco’s voice commands and Harry finds himself mindlessly obeying, as if his body would do anything for the blonde’s touch.
He feels liquid entering his mouth and he instinctively swallows, oh the antidote.
Draco sighs in relief as he finally gets Harry to drink the cure. The effect should be kicking in any minute now. Draco stokes Harry's cheek as he tries to comfort the other through it and watches as the scar headed boy’s eyebrows relax.
Draco thought the potion worked when he saw Harry's breath even out, though still flushed, he looked more lucid and more aware of his surroundings. Well, that's what Draco thought.
It all happened so fast, Harry's hand clasps the one he's been using to caress his cheek and the other goes to Draco’s nape. Harry meets him halfway after he pulls Draco closer and kisses him eagerly.
Draco’s brain must've not been working because he kisses back. Hot breaths occupying each other’s mouth, spit mixing through each other's tongue and each other’s minds empty with nothing but want.
Draco gasps out for air as he breaks the kiss, a stand of drool still connecting the two of them. All coherent thoughts come crashing back and fuck he just kissed Harry fucking Potter.
Harry's not so better on his other end. When Draco pulled away, Harry’s whole body was immediately filled with want , of Draco’s lips, his touch, his-
He wants him, all of him.
Harry sits up and is face to face with Draco when he leans in again to kiss, only a hand on his chest stops him from coming forward, “Did the antidote not work?”
Oh, right. He's high on aphrodisiacs right now.
“Don't think so.” He cups the hand on his chests and gives it a peck. “Took the pain in my stomach though.” He can't help but lean in and rest his head on Draco's shoulders, seeking for touch.
“But you're still allured to my physical touch. It must be the magical enchantment, I think I have a book somewhere for counter spells-”
“Please,” Harry lightly giggles and Draco feels the vibration of his laugh on his chest. “I’d fancy your touch on any normal day.”
It's just the aphrodisiac talking.
“That's just the aphrodisiac talking.” Draco verbalizes.
Harry tightly hums, “I don't think so.”
“You don't know what you're talking about Potter.”
“What happened to ‘Harry’?” He asked so quietly that Draco almost didn't catch it. He doesn't answer and again gathers up all the reserve he has left and prepares to leave again, just to stop himself from doing unspeakable things to Harry.
“I'll get the book.” He reasons the same time he tries to stand up only to have Harry's strong arms wrap around him like a death grip.
“Don't go,” he whispers. “Please.”
Draco can't speak. Head going miles per hour with how he wants to stay but needs to stay away. “Potter, I-”
“Harry” Harry corrects, “and I assure you it's not the damned sex pollen.” Draco raises a brow at that.
“Well I reckon some of it is from the curse but the physical pain is gone now, ‘s probably what your antidote did. But, I.. My mind still craves for your touch and it's not just the aphrodisiac who thinks like that.”
Harry feels so fucking embarrassed, he confesses his heart out in front of his supposedly ‘just acquaintance’, and the bloke is just looking at him like he couldn't comprehend what Harry just said.
“I want you, you fucking dingus.”
Draco's breath hitched, “are you sure?”
“Yes. I'm sure, now can you please touch me so that my brain can finally shut up and mmh-”
It was Harry's time to be cut off because Draco is suddenly everywhere. As light headed as he is, he still manages to be hyper aware of where Draco is on him, on his lips, a hand on his neck and the other stationaried on his thighs, and gosh Draco's thighs, Harry's sitting on them like he fucking owns it.
A hand rubbing on Harry’s thighs was the only warning he got when the other pushed him down and positioned him on his back to the furniture.
Draco pulls away just to pepper kisses all over Harry's cheeks to the lobe of his ear. He nips just around the sensitive spot below his ear and sucks when he hears a whimper out of the green eyed.
“More, Draco, more!”
Draco takes his time in marking the other's neck thoroughly, all while trying to unbutton his robes and his own. Harry's hands found their way to Draco's soft locks and seems to be the only thing he has to ground himself.
Draco unclasps Harry's trousers then sprung his erection out, and Harry lets out a moan as wraps his hand around it, tight enough just to fit. There's pre-cum already drooling out on the tip but he spits on it and starts stroking at a normal pace.
While Harry was distracted crying out from the touch, Draco continued his previous work on Harry's collarbones. He feels a hand stumbling around trousers making him stop his mouth and look at the brunet’s hand attempting to pull down and successfully taking out Draco's prick.
His forehead falls onto Harry’s collarbone as he groans out when the other rubs his cock dry. Although not for long since Draco's releasing an embarrassing amount of pre-cum that Harry uses as his lube.
He can't focus. Head filling up with the thoughts of Harry and Harry's hand only. Pleasure filling his veins and he feels the constant build up in his stomach.
Their moans intertwine as both of them continue to pant like a person trapped for hours in a desert. Chasing his climax as he feels it creeping in, he looks up to see Harry's face morphed into pleasure.
Lips slightly parted, eyes unfocused, tan skin so beautifully painted with a light red flush, and back slowly arching notifying Draco that they're both approaching their ends.
“‘m close, oh fuck, Draco I'm so close!”
Draco fastens his pace, wrists protesting but he doesn't care, he wants to see Harry fall apart with Draco's own hands. A few more strokes and Harry's moaning out loud, eyes rolling up and bucking his hips up uncontrollably.
Hot spurts of cum come out of him as he finishes on his stomach, Draco finishing just a second later with a moan. They both groan out when Draco leans down and kisses Harry again. Hands rubbing down his sides letting him ride the aftershocks of the orgasm.
Draco who’s still out of breath whispers close after he pulls back, “Gonna take you upstairs in my room, darling. You up for that?”
“Take me anywhere you want, just touch me.”
-
Clothes are already disregarded before they even get to the bed. Hot breaths gasping in each other's mouth, and hands roaming all over the other's body. Draco's body on top of him, he holds onto his nape and back keeping him close like Harry wants to be a part of him as he pulls Draco in closer.
Harry can feel his head start to spin, light headed from all the kissing. His mind finally starts to calm down and seems to be satisfied with Draco's kisses and closeness, for now.
Draco trails down to his already sensitive neck, he'd be surprised tomorrow morning if his neck doesn't look like he'd gone into a fight. He whimpers when Draco doesn't stay there and proceeds to his nipples, biting and sucking, as if a promise to get back to them later, before trailing down even further.
Harry moans when Draco licks a long strip on his shaft. Knees propped up to the other’s shoulder before without a warning, Draco decides to swallow him whole.
Harry almost screams when he feels the back of Draco's throat, his heels digging into Draco's back and hands reaching to his hair but doesn't pull. He closes his eyes and moans from pleasure when the blonde starts moving his head.
He can feel the building sensation from his stomach. Back already arching, he moans even louder. “I'm cumming! Shit, don't stop! don't st- ahh ” he whines out loud when Draco pulls away.
Panting, Harry looks him in the eye and his cock twitches when Draco looks back and licks his lips seductively. “Wait here.”
Suddenly, Draco is moving away and Harry's mind panics.
He's leaving? Wait- No! He can't! Stop him! Make him stay! You need his touch! Don't let him go- don't go. don't go. don't go!
Harry hurriedly sits up and instinctively tries to follow where Draco is going, “Hey, wait, don't leave me!”
Draco looks back from where he’s standing in front of the bed and raises a brow, “I-”
“I'll be good! Don't leave again. ‘m sorry, please don't go.”
Draco cups his cheeks and presses a kiss, “I'm getting the lube. You don't need to beg, darling.”
“Oh,” Harry melts on Draco's hand even with his mind still screaming at him. “Hurry up then.”
Draco chuckles, “Wait for a while okay? It's in the bathroom.”
When Draco comes back, his mind is still berating him and screaming at him. He's trying his best to fight the aphrodisiac (or maybe it's the magical enchantment) but it's quite hard when he as well feels lonely even when the blonde took no more than 2 minutes.
“Did you wait a lot?” he didn't. “Yes. Why are you such a slowpoke? Are you trying to torture a person who's high on aphrodisiacs right no-”
Draco shuts him up with a kiss on the lips, “Lay back down so I can give my apologies.”
Harry feels the cold liquid drip on his hole along with a finger prodding on the entrance. “Tell me if it hurts, yeah?” Harry nods, “Hurry up.”
Draco mumbles ‘so demanding’ but inserts a finger. Harry sighs at the sensation and the calm pace, “More” he whines.
The blonde obeys and inserts another one, scissoring and putting in a faster pace. Harry feels it moving around until it finally brushes his prostate, he whimpers and lightly jolts. The smirk on the other's face made his heart beat a little faster.
Draco adds another one and this time Harry can't stop his moans, fingers intentionally brushing his prostate but never putting any pressure. Harry reaches for Draco and he follows, leaning down and having his neck pulled in by Harry for a kiss. Harry gasps when the blonde presses into his prostate, feeling impatient already, “Want you in me, fuck me Draco.”
The other only takes his fingers out after a few more thrusts. He feels him slowly entering his entrance and Harry holds his breath, he's traveled euphoria and back by the time Draco bottoms out.
Draco starts with a few experimental grinds, “you good there, Harry?” Harry couldn't answer since he moans out loud when one of the thrusts hits directly at his prostate, back arching from the intensity.
The pressure stays there and he honestly starts tearing up, “Move! Fuck me, Draco. Merlin, hurry up!”
The other doesn't say another word and starts moving at a normal pace, snapping his hips just to hit the spot more roughly is making Harry see stars in the back of his eyes. His moans are uncontrollable, fingers scratching on Draco's pale back. Fuck, he's not gonna last long.
“Cumming, ‘m gonna c-cu- ahh ” Harry would be embarrassed, but it was honestly Draco's fault for edging him on with a damn blowjob before this. He moans out loud, jizz spurting out in between their stomachs. Draco fucks him through his orgasm, and he's panting by the end of it.
Draco stills, “Need a break? Is the aphrodisiac gone now?”
Harry shakes his head, still high from the orgasm and sensitive to the core, “nonono, don't stop! don't stop- fuck me!”
Draco obeys as usual. Hard thrust, fast pace and all, making the bed shake and Harry scream. His prostate is abused and sensitive, few of his tears have already run down his cheeks, fingers fisting the sheets so hard that it's painful.
Draco takes his hands and intertwines them, pinning both of them on each side of his head. Harry looks up to find Draco staring down at him with probably the same debauched look as him. Harry feels pride light up in his chest when he realizes that he has the same effect on Dravo the way Draco has on him.
Draco rests his head on his shoulders, kissing and trailing down to his nipples and biting the sensitive flesh. Harry moans out loud, head thrashing from all the sensation. He feels so breathless and he feels a building sensation in his stomach again by the time Draco works on the other nub.
When the blonde pulls away he lets out a loud groan, “Fuck, you feel so good.” he snaps his hips and takes one hand off just to cup one of his cheek for another kiss, “Merlin, you taste so good. I just love kissing you so much. You're so good for me, darling.”
Harry's heart is beating so loud he’s unsurprised if Draco hears it to be honest, “I'm close, are you close again, Harry?” He slides down his hand and wraps a hand around Harry's shaft, “let's come together, yeah?”
He makes Harry scream again when he starts stroking Harry’s already sensitive cock. Harry whines and tears gather his eyes when Draco's unrelenting pace matches the pace he does with the hands wrapped around Harry's.
When Draco started hitting his prostate again, it was over. Harry's eyes are rolling back and his moans are still never ending, his free hand went back onto Draco's back just to hold on for dear life.
“Fuck, fuck. Harry I'm cumming, oh Merlin, shit I'm cumming inside.” Draco warns. With the last snap of his hips, Draco moans out loud, Harry feels Draco filling him up and hands still on Harry's cock as he follows.
Panting and so out of breath, Harry finally feels the aphrodisiac go away, his mind emptying with no other thoughts than how satisfied he currently is. He feels like floating, he didn't even realize that Draco pulled out until a wet towel suddenly touched his sensitive cock.
“Shit, sorry.” Draco says sheepishly after Harry jolted from the touch. “I'll be more careful. Take a rest, Harry, you must be tired.”
And so he did, Harry didn't even have to try as he felt his eyes already drifting. He’s had a long arse day and it was already past midnight, head filled with content , he falls asleep with a smile.
-
Draco feels Harry's breath even out. He's asleep, his mind supplies. He looked so beautiful and peaceful, that he found himself staring just a little longer.
He finishes cleaning Harry and himself about 10 minutes later. He also went to the other room for a new blanket since they pretty much ruined his one.
Draco lays down by his side also feeling content. He brushed Harry's unruly hair to the side and took off his glasses, placing them carefully on the bedside drawer. Stomach fluttering at the part of Harry's lips, soft snores coming out. Salazar, help him, he wants to kiss Harry again.
He holds himself back and settles for a kiss on the forehead like a damn lover, they're not lovers, his mind so helpfully supplies. He is not one to cuddle after sex, but it's cold, okay? If you see him snuggling to the side of his ex nemesis, wrapping a hand and leg around him and resting a head on the other's shoulder, no you don't see him.
The next time he opens his eyes the sun is already out and about. Light shining past his blinds and rough hands are wrapped around his waist. He feels a steady breath tickling his nape and his mind snaps awake.
Harry Potter is spooning him.
He stared at the distant floor and froze for Salazar knows how long until he feels the other moving behind him. Draco felt kisses on his hair down to his nape and onto his bare shoulders, he hears Harry sigh in what sounds like relief making him sit up straight.
“Oh you're awake. Good morning, Draco.” The sun personified tells him, his sun-kissed tan skin and blinding white smile made shivers go up in Draco's spine.
This guy is too dangerous.
Looking back at him, Draco gives the green eyed a tight smile, “Is the aphrodisiac gone now?” Harry hums, “Yeah, I feel much better, thank you for yesterday.”
Draco looks away, “Yeah, well then you can go now then.”
Harry takes a pause then jokes, “Wow you make love to me and don't even feed me breakfast?”
“We weren't making love.” Harry raises a brow, “really?”
Draco can't answer, “Just go, Harry. I'm giving you the choice to go and I'll forget this even happened.”
“Do you want to forget what happened to us? Do you really want me to go?”
Draco bites his bottom lip so hard he thinks it might bleed. He looks down onto his fingers, fidgeting anxiously, he doesn't want to forget what happened and he needs Harry to stay.
But who's to say that what Harry wanted yesterday is still the same as today. Draco was still unsure if Harry had distinguished the difference between his own feelings and what the aphrodisiac is telling him to feel.
Harry cuts his thoughts off with a kiss. He's starting to get used to this, the chaste kiss makes his insides feel weird and his head empty and floating. He kisses back mindlessly and pulls Harry by his neck to deepen the kiss, wordlessly telling him what he wants to really say.
Harry pulls back with a smile as if getting the message immediately, “I'll stay.”