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Draco is cradled in Harry’s lap almost, their legs slotted alongside one another.
A fiery warmth emanates off of both of them and soft unbrushed locks of platinum hair keep falling into Draco’s face over grey eyes.
But those wonderful grey eyes are not, for once, where Harry Potter is looking. No.
He’s following the pale milky curve of long hands—thin fingers grasping for a pink and hardening cock.
A thick and cambered vein curves underneath from the base, stretching out to the soft rosing skin of Draco’s spongy glans.
The other man is breathing a bit hard.
Harry slides a hand up the warm skin of his thigh, letting Draco know he’s here.
A warm bellyful of need twists beneath his abdomen. His cock is darker than Draco’s and just a little thicker. Merlin. He’s just as hard.
A tremble runs through his body at the same time Draco’s cock twitches. It pokes away from his body as if its a mind of his own. Like earthstar mushrooms unfurling and curling in in themselves in a moonlit forest.
A slick glob of clear precum swells from the hole at his tip and races down the side of his cock.
Draco let’s out this soft breathy sigh and it’s the sweetest sound Harry’s ever heard.
Reaching his hand between them, Harry runs his fingers through the liquid, more coming out at the stimulation.
“Harry,” Draco’s head falls forward and Harry cups the other man’s face with his hand.
“Harr-y,” Draco says again and his voice breaks on the last syllable.
“C’mere, love.” Pulling him closer, Harry tucks Draco’s face into his neck.
His hand works over Draco’s cock slowly, milking precum from him.
“P-potter do something.”
Harry loosens his grip on the warm flesh between his fingers.
“You’re such a wanker.” Draco manages to gasp out as Harry tightens his grip suddenly.
Harry grins, continuing to stroke his cock mercilessly, “your wanker.”
Not to be bested, cool fingers fumble between Harry’s legs searching for his cock. Draco manages to grasp on and his grip is gentle as he wanks Harry at a slow deliberate pace that makes his mind go white for a moment.
Draco chuckles shakily the way he does when he’s winning, if precariously, at sex.
Harry whimpers softly, heat and pleasure swelling behind his belly and up into his chest.
There’s teeth against his shoulder smooth and wet. Draco’s smiling. It’s like he’s forgotten his own erection in favor of pleasuring Harry.
His hand is smooth but rough right at the top of his palms right near where his fingers are.
The slip slap slip slap slip slap slip slap, uhhh uhhh uhhh, huhh, huhhh, huhhh huhh huhh, unnnngg, sound of someone being deliciously tossed off take over the whole room.
Draco quickens the pace before Harry can try to beat him at his own game.
“You can come any time you want darling,” he whispers it like he’s doing Harry a favor, which he supposes Draco is.
His thumb glides over Harry’s cock the way he knows drives him insane. Then he squeezes the head of Harry’s cock.
“Draco, Draco, Draco,” Harry whines softly almost panickedly and Draco sighs that sweet soft thing again and cradles Harry closer to him, stroking his cock firmly in his hand. Up, down, twist, up down, twist up down, twist slap, slap, slap ,slap ,slap ,slap , slap. Uhhhhhhh.
Something tightens right beneath Harry’s abdomen and it shoots straight down to his bollocks and Draco is kissing his neck, murmuring soft assurances as Harry’s thighs begin to shake:
“That’s it darling, that’s it. I’m here with you my love. There we go. Oh you dirty slut Harry. Come for me just like that. Good boy.”
A high whine tears itself out of Harry’s throat and white hot ropes of come shoot from the top of his cock, covering Draco’s hand and he’s panting like he’s sort of just died.
Except he hasn’t died he feel so good that if the sun took a night off Harry could light up the whole planet—maybe the rest of the galaxy.
He’s grunting these rough pathetic little sounds and Draco is wanking him through it firmly but somehow also lovingly and tenderly. One hand’s massaging Harry’s bollocks slowly and it’s almost too painful but he doesn’t want him to stop.
“Don’t stop,” Harry begs wetly. “N-n’d th’s.” His words slur together.
Draco presses a kiss to Harry’s cheek, hot lips soothing his warm brown skin.
“Shhh you’re okay, such a good boy for me. Alright then. I won’t stop.”
After a while Harry starts to cry from the overstimulation and Draco stops stroking him off then. Instead he pulls Harry close to him and holds him.
His arms wrap around the solid msss that is Harry’s back and he kisses his shoulder softly.
“Are you alright, my love?” He asks after the last of Harry’s sniffles. “Didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Harry shakes his head his mind still relatively empty and star bright from the orgasm he just received.
They sit like that for a while. Draco holding Harry. Harry holding Draco. Then…
“What about you, love?”
A warm hand brushes against Draco’s cock which had softened but now is hardening up again.
“You don’t have to darling. We can go to sleep.”
Harry’s hand pauses in its fondling.
“But what do you want?”
Draco presses his face into Harry’s neck and he shivers and it’s not from the cold.
“I want to come. Please,” he adds as if it’s an afterthought.
Harry is lovely and he wanks Draco off just the way he loves it and needs it—with a firm grip and no stopping.
“Ah-ah ah, Harry.” Draco gasps his hips bucking into Harry’s hand. He’s so close and he wants it so terribly.
“D-don’t tease me darling. I want to, I want to—“
Harry’s hand flys over Draco’s cock and he’s murmuring sweet nonsense in his ear.
“So lovely, so lovely like this,” Harry pants and his curls are warm and damp against Draco’s face as he bends down to watch his hand squeeze and pull and tug on Draco’s swollen pinking cock.
When Draco comes it’s with a low and desperate sound and he always gets a bit weepy especially with Harry.
The other man strokes him through it and then he spells the cum off of Draco’s stomach, resting his hand there for a moment.
Draco’s belly rises still trembling slightly and Harry’s hand. Harry’s thumb strokes there tenderly for a while the way he knows Draco likes. Then he casts a cleansing spell on himself for good measure.
“Hold me?” Draco asks, blonde hair all damp now, hangning in his face more than ever now.
“Yeah love.” Harry wraps his arms around Draco, pressing their bodies together. They kiss and Draco sighs and lays his head on Harry’s chest.
The end.