"What on earth did you say to my mother?" were the first words out of Draco's mouth when he entered the room.

Harry put down his homework and looked over at his lover.

"Um, why?" he asked, hedging his bets.

"Because she described you as adorable," Draco said, throwing his outer robe over the back of one of the chairs, "and that is a term she usually reserves for babies and small fluffy animals."

Harry lifted an eyebrow at that; as far as he was concerned there were many ways to describe him: dangerous, lethal, dark, potentially psychotic. Funnily enough, adorable was not on the list.

"She didn't hit her head on the way to see you did she?" he asked, just a little worried.

Draco rolled his eyes and then grinned.

"Maybe she was right," was Draco's comment and Harry had no idea what he had done and the way Draco sauntered towards him cut off most of his higher thoughts anyway.

He totally forgot about his homework when Draco climbed into his lap and kissed him. Considering the fact that it was usually him who initiated sex, probably because he always had sex on the brain, this was a very nice surprise.

"I want to celebrate," Draco said, between kisses: "I'm free of the shadow of the Ministry, my mother has vetted my boyfriend and adores him, and you look simply irresistible sitting here."

"Your wish is my command," he replied, snaking his arms up Draco's back.

"Really?" Draco asked with a wicked smile and just for a second Harry was worried.

For a moment he had forgotten he was talking to a Slytherin. However, rather than reveal what was going through his head, Draco just kept kissing him and Harry was all for that. It was only when Harry went for the fastenings on Draco's clothes that his lover pulled back.

"Come on," Draco said, climbing off his lap, "I want a shower."

Harry's disappointment at Draco moving away transformed into pleasure in an instant; he never complained about ways to get Draco naked in short order and as long as he could keep his hands on Draco his incubus was happy. Draco led them into the bathroom, turned on the shower and then stripped without further ado, all of which Harry watched with great interest.

"Over dressed, Harry," was all Draco said, smiling at him and climbing under the spray.

Just occasionally Harry might be slow at picking up on things, but that come-on he heard loud and clear and pulled off his clothes as fast as physically possible. Draco actually laughed at the speed with which he managed to make it under the water with him. He wound his arms around Draco, pulling their bodies flush and revelling in the touch of flesh on flesh as he kissed his lover deeply. There was nothing in the world more intoxicating to him than Draco.

For a while Draco let him have his way, responding to his kiss and his touches with just as much passion, but eventually Draco pulled himself away.

"Wash first," Draco said breathlessly, "sex afterwards."

Harry might have objected, but he did rather like seeing Draco's smooth skin covered in suds.

As it turned out, Draco had been serious about the washing, not that Harry made many objections when he found out that Draco meant clean everywhere. The way Draco was touching him and he was touching Draco, just made him that much more excited. Harry had never thought of putting a shower head to quite the use Draco did.

When they were both clean to Draco's satisfaction and before Harry could take charge again, Draco smiled at him, turned the water down to a trickle and slipped to his knees.

"Oh," Harry said, since that was about as coherent as he could manage as Draco, quite simply, swallowed his cock.

His back hit the wall and he had to scrabble to remain standing while his lover sucked him off. He wasn't used to being wrong footed when he came to sex, most of the time he had led where they went, but it seemed that Draco had decided he wanted to drive this evening. Part of Harry was not sure he liked it, but the rest of him thought Draco's tongue was amazing and, when he hollowed his cheeks and sucked, it was mind blowing.

"Draco," he said in a warning tone as he felt himself beginning to lose control as his incubus nature rose to the surface, but Draco only pulled back a little, still holding him and licking him as his physiology changed.

Having Harry's more demonic nature on the surface didn't seem to faze Draco at all, in fact, if anything, Draco became more enthusiastic. His lover began to work him with his hands as well as his mouth, playing with his balls and his shaft along with licking and sucking and all sorts of other wonderful things. Harry was in heaven and he wasn't sure he had seen anything as debauched as Draco, on his knees, sucking his cock.

The familiar tightness began to grow and wonderful shots of excitement began to run through his body.

"Draco," he said breathlessly, trying to give his lover some warning of what was coming, but Draco didn't seem to care.

Draco did not even pause in what he was doing and Harry couldn't stop himself, he felt himself about to go and he gasped and at the very last second Draco pulled off, just in time for Harry to come all over his lover's face. Harry's knees all but gave out as his desire, his passion, his possessiveness and his incredible orgasm all fired at the same time. There was something more debauched than Draco on his knees sucking his cock and that was it.

For his part, Draco stayed right where he was for a while, just looking smug, before slowly standing up.

"Good?" Draco asked, as if he didn't already know the answer.

"Yeah," was about all Harry could find to say.

Turning the water back on to full, Draco stepped fully under the spray and washed himself off, before leaning in to Harry and kissing him again.

"Let's get dry," was the next suggestion, but Harry caught Draco before he could step out of the shower.

He pushed his lover up against the wall and laid his own body over Draco's so they were skin to skin from chest to toe and then he began kissing Draco's neck. He really didn't care about being dry and he wanted more of Draco right then. Draco let him have his way and did not object, for a while at least.

"Harry," Draco finally said, trying to push him away, "not yet."

In the beginning that would not have worked, Harry would have pushed for what he wanted, but he was more in control now. It took a lot of effort, but he did manage to pull back.

"Dry," he said, as if trying to convince himself, "time to get dry."

Draco smiled at him and pecked him on the cheek for the effort.

By the time they made it out of the bathroom, Harry's nerves were singing; he needed Draco as much as he needed air and he was more than a little frustrated that Draco had not let him have his way in the shower. The blowjob had been good, never let it be said he was ungrateful, but it just wasn't quite enough. When they had full on sex something in him was satisfied which was left wanting by everything else.

"I want to try something," Draco told him as his lover kissed up his neck.

The growl that came out of him was totally out of his control, but it wasn't supposed to be a warning, not really. For all the effect it had it might as well have been a purr when Draco drew back and gave him a look.

"I know what you want, Harry," his lover told him with a slight smile, "and you can have your wicked way with me later, but there's something I think you might enjoy."

It took a lot of effort for Harry to stop himself from simply throwing Draco down onto the bed. He knew Draco would let him if he insisted; they were both aware that sometimes Harry was not completely in control, but he resisted.

"Good boy," Draco said leaning forward and kissing him on the lips; "your control is getting better all the time."

Harry wasn't so sure it was his control at all; he thought maybe it was Draco's, but he didn't mention it out loud. After all, Draco was a Slytherin and Harry did have some self-preservation instincts some of the time.

"Now climb onto the bed," Draco said, smiling seductively, "on your hands and knees with your arse in the air."

Instinct warred with instinct as he tried to decide whether to blush and obey or just give up and throw Draco onto the bed anyway.

"Draco, this is hard," he said, feeling his body demanding things of him as his incubus tried to take over again.

"I know," Draco replied and the playfulness was gone, replaced by what seemed to be genuine understanding; "all I ask is that you give me a little warning if you are going to lose control."

It sounded so reasonable, but Harry didn't exactly feel in a very reasonable mood. He bit his lip, using the very slight pain to make his body pay attention to his mind and he made himself move. His cock hung heavy, already hard again and demanding his attention and his need eased a little when Draco climbed onto the bed behind him and stroked him firmly.

"This is called rimming, Harry," Draco told him, stroking his cock some more to keep him occupied, "and I have it on very good authority it feels very, very nice. I doubt you've heard of it, being of innocent Gryffindor stock."

"I'm not innoc..." his voice cut off when he felt Draco press his face against his arse and a tongue swiped over his hole.

He was incredibly sensitive to all things sexual and Draco's very direct assault on a distinctly erogenous zone took away his voice for a few moments.

"Bloody hell," was about the most sensible words he managed to get out even after that, especially when Draco did the same thing again.

The sheer intimacy of what Draco was doing held him still. The sexual nature of the act spoke to his incubus very loudly, but his human side was caught as well and it made him tremble inside. He and Draco had done some things, but nothing that felt quite like this and especially nothing with Draco being the instigator.

Draco's tongue was firm and hard against him, pushing at the tight ring of muscle and sending thrills through him. It was amazing and for a while it was wonderful and enough, but that feeling inside his chest was growing and it didn't feel right. Draco was making him come undone a second time, but he needed more.

"Draco," he half said, half growled as he felt the incubus surfacing completely again, "I can't ..."

"How about you try?" was Draco's response to that as his lover pulled back and then moved to beside him on the bed, also on his hands and knees.

Harry needed no second invitation, shifting back behind Draco and admiring the smooth curve of his lover's arse. All his in sweet surrender and Draco just hummed quietly when he reached out to touch him.

"Take me with your tongue, Harry," Draco said breathlessly; "prepare me for that big, hard cock."

This was one thing Harry had not tried before, but the idea filled him with desire and he bent down, at first just teasing the skin of Draco's buttocks with his lips. Draco was waiting for him, arse in the air, legs spread in perfect supplication and Harry wanted nothing more than to take his lover there and then.

Unsure, but wanting to please Draco, he swiped his tongue over Draco's hole and the way the muscle quivered under his touch had him doing it again. It delighted him and intrigued him and now he understood why Draco had been so insistent they both be completely clean. All he tasted was clean flesh that was very much Draco.

At first he copied what Draco had done to him, but he was an incubus; he was designed for sex and his tongue was far more versatile than a human's. Smiling to himself, he pushed his tongue against Draco's entrance and then he let it change shape and grow. The end became almost pointed, slipping inside Draco easily and not splitting, as it lengthened and widened.

"Harry, oh god," was Draco's response, not that Harry could reply of course.

He was pretty sure this was what Draco had envisioned and he was more than happy to give his lover what he wanted, especially when Draco began to make breathy, panting moans. He moved his tongue in and out of his lover, ever so slowly, feeling Draco's muscles tremble under his touch, loosening and taking him more easily with each stroke.

Draco was surrendering to him in the most intimate way and it was wonderful. Of course, it was not completely perfect and it was not all Harry needed; it satisfied him for a long time as he took Draco apart and made him writhe, but he needed that one step more. Finally pulling away, he knelt up straight and moved in close, lining himself up and sliding into Draco's needy hole in one slow stroke.

Draco let out a choked sound and fell forward a little, but that just improved Harry's angle and he began to move his slick cock with little thrusts of his hips. He knew what made Draco whimper in need, what made Draco cry out in part pain, part pleasure, and he knew what could make Draco come without even having his cock touched.

He intended to use them all.

Part of his mind sneered at him for being in love with this fragile human, but his pleasure and need were now all wrapped up in Draco's and he never wanted that to change.

He claimed what was his and tried to give pleasure in equal measure as he angled his pelvis and thrust deep into Draco. He wanted Draco to feel just as good as he did, after all it was Draco's celebration. He could feel Draco's arousal and need building and he fed it with every thrust, taking his lover higher and higher.

"Harry, please," Draco begged.