FROM 'LUST'
where i will be writing only smut in.

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Draco watches from afar. He watches with a mischievous glint in his eyes, head slightly lowered, and with his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth, gnawing and nipping at the soft pads of pink flesh. He stares intensely and feverishly at the man who's three tables away. With untamable black hair, and powerful green eyes, and a smile that can swoon any girl in the room, he stares and aches for something he simply cannot obtain.

He wants the man that sits at the gryffindor table, appearance all scruffily and rugged, but nevertheless deeply attractive. Harry holds this nature to him that Draco practically obsesses over, he wants it to be his and only his for the taking. He wishes, oh he wishes every night for the chosen one to just acknowledge him, only even if it is once. Those emerald orbs just need to be stone upon him, thus Draco would feel like the most special boy in the world if that was to happen to him.

That's only the fewest of problems Draco contains with this infatuation with Harry. As his little crush began to grow, so did his dreams and desires. He rarely experimented with others as he wanted Harry to be the one he'd do anything with. On a rare occasion he would slip his mouth onto another, but it never felt enjoyable to kiss another man that wasn't the gryffindor.

Draco craved for attention, for affection, and he longed to be touched. Not just by any hands, but Harry's.

He dreamed of the day he would be able to hold those hands with his own, adoringly play with the fingers and kiss the knuckles one by one, and slip those fingers into his mouth, tasting them, and he dreamed to feel them inside of him, hold him down in place. Those large hands were meant to sweetly caress him, push his hair out of his face, grab his chin sternly, pick him up, and most of all, they belonged to be wrapped around his own pretty little throat.

The tiniest idea of Harry's big, strong hand clasped around his pale neck turned him on to no extent. It immediately made him squirm wherever he was, become horny in seconds. But, he could only get off to the thought of it happening, not the real thing.

It was a shame for Draco, extremely saddening knowing his poor wish would never be granted. He sulked around the halls, curled up in a ball at night, and whenever Harry walked past him, his breathing would become heavier, his pulse quickened, and his heart fluttered against his chest. A deep, ruby blush would scatter across his cheeks, and his tongue became all twisted up, unable to get a single word out.

As he daydreamed about such beautiful things, he only watched Harry laugh and talk amongst his friends, those sinful hands resting against the table and not around his throat like it should be. It was irritating to endure.

The only person he trusted enough to tell about fantasy was Pansy. She promised to keep it between the both of them because Draco just needed someone to rant to about how Harry was being insufferably attractive today, and oh Pansy, he looked at me today, or Pansy, he did that thing where he rubs his jaw with his hand, it was so hot. The usual venting of a hormonal, teenage boy.

The girl sat besides him now, oblivious to his ongoing staring. She ate her lunch in peace, reading today's Daily Prophet that her owl dropped off for her. It wasn't until something that she read caught her eye, and she nudged over at Draco's shoulder, trying to get his attention, but the blond didn't budge. He continued to look at the handsome boy, who's smile was absolutely charming and it made his heart throb.

"It's impossible, Pansy," Draco mutters, "How can someone be that beautiful? It's impossible." His lips parted slightly open, the bottom lip fell from his teeth, unlocked from their nipping. Twinkling, silver eyes gazed over at Harry, pupils dilating at the mere sight of it all. He took in the breathtaking human, like Harry was art. He was, no doubt about it in Draco's mind

Pansy eventually gave up, and settled on folding her paper back together like it was before she eagerly opened up the thin pages, laying it back on the table in front of her. Mocha eyes rolled into the back of her head, not surprised, but not excited either at the mention of Harry. "Thinking about him again?"

"Like always," Draco replied  without blinking or tearing his eyesight away from Harry. "I can't get him out of my mind Pansy. Nor can I get his hands out of my mind either. It's like... they're permanently in my thoughts."

"It's been months, Draco. You're going to have to get over him sometime, don't you think?" Pansy chimes, offering him a kind, half hearted smile.

Draco only shakes his head in refusal to give up now. The school year wasn't over yet, which meant he still had plenty of time to see if he could succeed in getting what he deeply desired.

"Sometime, but not today and not tomorrow either."

Pansy sighs, herself giving up on trying to convince Draco that maybe this wasn't worth it or that he should find a different guy instead of building his hopes up on Harry, that was deemed to be crushed sooner or later. She was quite pessimistic about the whole ordeal. In the beginning, she was supportive and more of a optimist about Draco's crush on Harry, but as time passed, it became unbearable and downright tiring. Poor Draco never listened to her, it seemed like the blond was keen on having Harry, and just him.

She brushed it aside, gesturing the conversation to an end with two fingers, uninterested in saying anything more, except for, "Oh well, do as you please."

The blond nodded, barely paying any attention to what she had just said, glossy grey eyes fixated on the raven haired boy. Oh, how he was wished to run his fingers through that absolute mess of hair.

Draco's eyes were widening, lips parting open a few centimeters more as he watched Harry stand up on his feet, waving to his small friend group kindly and began heading out the big, wide and open great hall doors. Agile fingers curled into a ball around this thighs, maintaining all self control he had in himself, which wasn't much, to not go and follow Harry; despite the overwhelming urge to.

His stomachs were doing somersaults, and he squirmed in his seat, just wanting so badly to get up. Maybe he could muster up enough courage to talk to Harry this time, or maybe "accidentally" run into him. The possibilities were endless, but none could occur because the slytherin was a coward.

He had no problem with being a coward, but at this rate, he might not be able to get what he wants in time.

Therefore, Draco warily stands up, eyes darting to the entrance. The same way Harry had exited. It had only been a couple of minutes since the gryffindor walked away, which meant he couldn't have gotten too far. "I'll be back," he tells Pansy in a hurry, trotting over to the doors, anticipation racking his abdomen like an earthquake.

Draco hurriedly exited out of the chattering hall and into the tranquil, vacant corridors of the castle. When he turned a sharp corner, there stood Harry to his surprise, resting his back against the cold, stone wall, arms crossing over his chest cooly. The muscles in the gryffidor's arms exaggerating outward, rippling against the loose fitting grey t-shirt.

Poor Draco didn't know what to do. He came to a quick halt, gulping. Lean fingers tugged at the hem of his slytherin sweater in awkwardness, deciding wether he should back away slowly and disappear back in the great hall, or embolden even more and face Harry. Although, his current inner turmoil was unexpectedly interrupted by a soft chuckle ringing through his ears.

"Did you really think I wouldn't hear you coming?" Harry broadly spoke, pushing his body off the wall, straightening up his spine as he looked directly over at the blond boy who was frozen in place, feet glued to the floor.

"And do you think I didn't notice your staring earlier?"

Draco gasps, air flying into his lungs. He was almost most certain that he was being careful enough that no one noticed, but it turns out, he was very wrong. The one person who has been on his mind for ages caught on to his actions. It was unpredictable, and extremely embarrassing. He flushed a bright pink, from his snowy white cheeks to the tips of his perky ears. He found himself unable to look at Harry, and instead his sight peered down at his feet.

Another chuckle echoed, Harry seeming very chill and laid back about the whole predicament, but Draco's heart was thumping roughly against his chest, pounding loudly in his ears.

"You can't seem to take your eyes off me, huh?" The gryffindor teases, "Are you going to tell me why?" He asks, perking up an eyebrow, awaiting an answer that Draco could not form.

"I- I," he stutters, attempting to justify his reasoning, but what would Harry think of him afterwards? A needy, desperate git wanting nothing more but those divine hands wrapped around his throat?

It would be right thinking, cause he was exactly that. He would never admit that out loud. His pride forbid it.

And finally, Draco manages to lift his head to look into the alluring emerald eyes that were staring right into his soul. He took a deep breath, steadying his fast heartbeat and says, "No."

"No?" Harry questions, offering a charming grin to Draco. Which was unhelpful in his case as the small gesture made his head explode in blissfulness, now all up in the clouds because Harry had officially smiled at him. It was groundbreaking.

"No," Draco repeats, a bit more hard headed than last time, keeping his answer straightforward and vague. But he slips and becomes bashful again, of course. There's no way he can stand in front of the black haired boy almighty like. Instead, Draco fumbles with his fingertips, feeling shyness overflow his personality. "I- I can't tell you why. It's embarrassing."

Harry just stands there with that cocky smile of his that makes Draco want to punch (kiss) him, as if he knows exactly what he's been fantasizing about these past few months. All the nights he treacherously fingered himself alone in the darkness with only his thoughts to keep him company. It felt like Harry knew all those things, but he didn't- he couldn't. It was impossible.

"Is it about me?" Harry adds suggestively. "I have a strong feelings it is."

"It- it isn't!" Draco instantly defends, blowing his cover almost simultaneously. Then sighing, he lowered his head in shame, nodding it slowly as he frowned. "It is." He whispers, too afraid to meet Harry's strong gaze.

"I know," was the only thing Harry replied with.

In seconds, Draco shot his head up, staring directly into green pools. "What do you mean by that?"

Harry laughs, the sound booming through the empty corridors. And Draco is going to ignore the way his heart flipped at the warming, comforting noise.

"I've known. A month ago, Parkinson told me everything. I've just been waiting for you to tell me yourself."

That snitch! Draco thought angrily, but was in too much shock to express his anger he held for his friend currently. Someone who he assumed he could trust with everything, she must've gotten tired of his endless blabbering and told Harry herself. Draco wasn't sure if he should thank her or never speak to her again... for a total of five minutes.

The blond didn't dare speak up after that. His lips were sealed shut, and his face was blooming hot, resembling the color of a rose. Some stutters flew out here and there out of complete embarrassment, but no sentences were built. Instinctively, Draco's hands drew up to his face, covering himself up to hide his blushing.

"Go away, Potter," he mumbles into the palm of his hands.

"Are you embarrassed now that I know your little secret?" The gryffindor taunts cockily and Draco was silently resisting the urge to go over and kiss the grin off Harry's face.

"Don't be." Harry adds more gently, less playfully. "I'm not judging you." He said, shifting where he stood, noticeably having something go through his own mind as his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

"You won't?" The blond headed boy asked quietly, slowly removing his hands from behind flushed face, cheeks tinted a pale pink, lips rightfully pouted.

Harry's hand flew upwards, reaching behind his neck as he scratched the nape of it awkwardly, diverting his gaze elsewhere, avoiding the way Draco's eyes followed the hand. Soft bitten lips retracted back underneath his teeth, nipping at the sensitive skin once more, images flooding through his mind as he stared at the man. Draco's fingers came together, twiddling with them as he grew embolden and finally managed to speak, forgetting his worries.

"You really do have stunning hands."

Harry paused, raising an eyebrow at the suddenness of the comment. He looked down at his right hand, wondering why the slytherin has this fascination. He didn't understand it fully, but he guessed it was for the same reason he began to desire his hand to be wrapped around Draco's throat. Ever since Pansy's informed him, he hadn't been able to get it out of his head.

"You think so?"

"Yeah." Draco breathes out, dark pupils dilating, shuffling himself closer, eyes glossy with desperation. He was this close to Harry, he had to get something out of it. "Sometimes... Sometimes I think that they only belong to me." The blond twists on his feet, his lean fingers reaching to grab Harry's. The size difference in their hands alone made Draco want to whimper. He didn't, he held the needy sound back and cherished the feeling of holding the large, tanned hand in his pale, ethereal palm.

The blond ignored the butterflies igniting in his stomach as he looked up at the taller through blond eyelashes, feeling confident in the moment. Harry stood there, allowing Draco to touch his hand- he didn't mind, he was actually quite enjoying himself, sensing sparks fly between them.

"Do you think about touching me, Harry?" Draco innocently asks, in the middle of the empty hallway, extremely vulnerable and exposed. "You've known for a month, you've had to think about touching me at least once."

The blacked haired boy felt his walls crashing down instantly, lost in the swirling blue pools of Draco's eyes.

"Ever since Parkinson told me, that's all I've been able to think of." Harry says, voice low and velvety, enchanting. He slips his hand out of Draco's light hold, the tips of fingers grazing across the pale jawline.

Draco could've sworn his heart dropped right there and his eyes rolled back into his head, but it was hard to tell because Harry was actually touching him. That's all he was focused on, and the way the gryffindor admitted to thinking about touching him. Draco's world came tumbling down abruptly around him in a state of pure bliss.

"Please-" Draco timidly pleaded politely, needing something- anything to get fixation satisfied. The grey eyed boy looked up at the raven through long blond eyelashes, fluttering flirtatiously. "Take me somewhere."

Harry was taken aback by the suddenness, but a smirk replaces his expression of shock. The innocent trembling in front of him was practically begging him to be fucked relentlessly, choked. And, how could he possibly say no to a request like that? Harry would be lying if he didn't say that his cock twitched in his trousers at the soft pleads.

The blond boy lifts himself into his tiptoes to reach Harry's ear. His lips grazed the lobe lovingly, releasing out tiny mewls here and there. "Please, please Harry," Draco whispers, unbelievably horny, and he was shamelessly flaunting it to the gryffindor. "Touch me, I've- I've waited too long."

Harry's emerald eyes twinkled, the air becoming heavier, everything becoming hotter. Every breath he inhaled took energy out of him from all of the arousing actions being uplifted. Keeping his smirk firmly etched onto his lips, he slipped his thick hands underneath the pudginess of Draco's thighs and lifted him up effortlessly, the long legs instantly wrapping around his waist.

"It's okay baby boy, I'll give you what you want," Harry hums with sincere affection.

Draco can't seem to fathom or focus on what's happening. But, he feels himself in Harry's hold, his lanky arms clutching at the gryffindor's broad back, nails scraping against the fabric of Harry's shirt in desperation. "Yes, yes, yes," the slytherin begins to chant in the taller's neck, nibbling the caramel toned skin with his teeth just a babybit, suckling at the flesh. Intentionally leaving the tiniest of love bites, freshly created.

Draco had no idea to where they were going, but he trusted Harry because he was aware how much the chosen one wanted this as much as he did. His thigh was being squeezed by Harry's divine hands and every time he would squirm in the strong hold, trying to hold in his moans just incase a professor was nearby. He knew they were safe from students since breakfast was still going on then classes would be next. So, hopefully, wherever they were going would have lots of privacy for the moment.

The poor boy's mind was too fogged up with lust he barely noticed Harry enter an unfamiliar place. From the color scheme of the room, he concluded it to be the gryffindor common room. Draco's skin was all hot and bothered, he was ready to remove his clothing, including Harry's.

Up into the boy's dormitory, Draco's fragile physique was dropped down onto a mattress, presumably Harry's bed. Cheeks flushed and red to the core, he looked up at the taller with dilated pupils, lips slightly parted as his chest heaved.

Harry was glaring dangerously down at him, and it made the blond even more turned on that usual. Draco bit his lower lip cutely while his lithe fingers went to twist the hem of his sweater above his chest, exposing the glistening alabaster skin. Eventually, he managed to yank it off his head, dropping it the ground.

"Fuck," Harry curses, staring intently at the blond's skinny chest, the shape of his body could be easily manhandled. At the thought of that, he cock once again twitched in his jeans. "You're so beautiful like this. Vulnerable, on my bed. What will my friends think when they find out I fucked Draco Malfoy in the same dorm as them?" The gryffindor teases the smaller boy, effectively working.

Draco withered on the bed, being deprived of touch already. The thought of being fucked while knowing that made him helplessly moan, eyes closing briefly. "H-Harry, fuck me, touch me; I need to feel you," he panted.

A chuckle echoed throughout the empty dorm as Harry ventured closer to Draco, moving in between openly and consensually spread legs. He hovered over the tinier frame, his skillful hands getting to work on unbuttoning the blond's jeans. He pulled them past delicious thighs, and instinctively, Draco clamped his legs together out of embarrassment. He blushed vividly, not sure what harry would think about his private parts. No one has ever seen them before.

Harry smiled adoringly, already having a strong guess that this was Draco's first time. And frankly, he felt quite honored. The tanned hands softly rubbed at the flesh, coaxing the innocent boy to reopen them. "It's okay, you have the cutest little body I've ever seen. Let me see all of you."

Hesitatingly, his thighs were reopened and Harry could lay eyes upon on all of his heavenly body. Draco laid his head back down on the pillow, waiting for something to happen. And something did, lips were pressed against his inner thigh that made Draco twitch in pleasure, his cock hardening even more. "Harry," he breaths out in bliss, humming delightfully. "I like that."

With that being said, Harry's kisses grew more passionate. His tongue flicked the unholy skin, skin marking the thighs into blotches of violet hues, contrasting beautiful. The taller gripped the thighs, praising them in all their glory while Draco was becoming a mess underneath Harry's touches.

"More," the slytherin gasps, fingers curling into the duvet beneath him.

Harry gladly obliges, raising his kisses higher, but he abruptly stopped. He rose himself, lips hovering over pink nipples until he decided to place one in his mouth.

Draco had no clue he was that sensitive there until Harry began sucking. Mewls escaped his fair mouth, eyes scrunching together, arching his back. "Oh god," he exhaled, pleasure racking his body. He attempted to rut his arousal on Harry's firm abdomen, but strong hands stopped him and held his hips sternly down onto the bed.

"No," Harry dominantly voiced, and instantly, Draco bared his neck. "No pleasuring yourself."

"B-But, need something," Draco stutters, vision becoming a bit blurry.

"Patience, baby," Harry says huskily, taking his sweet precious time.

Draco lifted his hands, making grabby gestures towards Harry's shirt. "O-Off, take it off," he insisted, a fierce heat producing in his cheeks as he watched Harry lift up momentarily as he hotly removed the t-shirt, tossing it down besides the bed. Draco was at a loss for words. He wanted to trace his tongue across the muscled abs and biceps, mark it with sweet kisses while Harry touched him tenderly.

Thinking of that, Draco spread his legs open wider as an invitation while taking his pointer finger and sticking the tip of it in his mouth, nibbling on it innocently.

"Someone's a little needy and eager, hm?" Harry grunted, heart racing at the sight of the slytherin. Draco immediately nodded his head at Harry's words, his cock leaking precum down on his stomach.

Since Draco had a strange, but valid obsession with his hands, he pressed the tips of his thick fingers against swollen pink lips, watching the way the blond shuddered underneath him. "Be a doll and suck them for me. I need to get you all prepped for me."

With Draco's stomach doing flips, he parted his saliva covered lips, letting the fingers slip past them. He moaned around them, eyes fluttering to a close as he worked his tongue around the two digits, slicking them real good because he knew what was coming next. He could tell the gryffindor was enjoying this show he was putting on because of the way Harry was getting all flustered, and the alluring glint in piercing green eyes.

When Harry decided his fingers where coated enough, he pulled them out of Draco's pretty little mouth. "Good boy," the taller praised, listening wondrously to the blond's moans.

"I know it's your first time, I'll try to be gentle at first," Harry said, not wanting to wreck the tiny frame into pieces instantly.

"Come on," Draco urged, "put them inside me."

The blond yelped when he felt something prod and rub against his hole, feeling exposed and used, but oh, he was loving every second of it. Goosebumps covered his skin, and he tried to rock his hips back on the fingers desperately, whining and moaning from the simplest of touches.

One wet finger caressed his clenching hole, until it finally began to push in passed the ring  of muscle. It was a strange feeling, but Draco wanted more of it. A gasp flew from his lungs as Harry's finger slowly kept getting deeper and deeper inside of him. The poor boy was having a hard time keeping his eyes open.

"H-Harry, another," Draco moans, ignoring the faint stinging sensation from being stretched for the first time, but the pleasure that was being given to him surpassed any element of pain. "Need more."

Harry soothingly caressed Draco's trembling thigh with his free hand as he started to insert a second finger right next to the first. Carefully, he pushed that one in as well, stretching the boy's hole even further. When he was settled deep inside Draco, he waited a couple of seconds. Letting the blond get used to the intrusion, and when he did, he was whorishly begging for Harry to move.

"A-Ah, fuck!" Draco squeaks, his angelic hand going to cover his face. He felt tears prick his eyes as soon as Harry began thrusting those two digits in and out of his virgin hole.

"You're so beautiful like this," the gryffindor huskily says, feverishly looking down at Draco. His two large fingers disappearing and reappearing from the boy's body, squelching noises emitting throughout the empty dorm that synced in with Draco's helpless moans.

"Can you take a third?" Harry asks lovingly, not wanting to go too far too fast. But to his surprise, Draco immediately nodded his head without any reluctant actions.

"Then your cock."

Harry chuckles at that, taking his ring finger and positioning it next to the other two that were soaked in Draco's body fluids. It was much more easier to push the third in because the blond was surely becoming more loose by second. "You'll get my cock, don't worry about that baby boy."

Draco smiles sheepishly, but soon his mouth hung wide open and his body jolted. "Mm, oh! Felt good... right there," he blushes, "do it again."

"Right there?" Harry questions as he presses his three fingers against that same spot, having figured that was where Draco's prostate lied. To his correct thinking, the slytherin's body spazzed again, his back arching at the sudden pleasure that sparked his lower half.

"Yes! Right there!" He sobbed, becoming a puddle in Harry's hands.

Harry smirked proudly, his three digits buried deep inside of the boy were being pulled out. The lack of being filled made Draco whimper, his wet hole clenching around nothing.

Harry's cock was straining against his pants and finally, he was unbuttoning them, pulling them down to expose his hard member. His thick hand wrapped around it, giving it a few pleasing tugs from it being neglected for too long. " ' Gonna fuck you real good."

Draco's eyes widened at the length, not sure how that thing is going to fit inside him. He wasn't turning it down, he wanted to be destroyed by Harry's big cock. "Yes, please, fill me up," he comments, reaching to touch his stretched hole. With his head thrown back on the pillows, he whimpered when he felt Harry shuffle closer.

The tip of Harry's pulsing cock touched Draco's hole. With a groan from the taller's part, he rubbed it against the pale arse for few seconds before pushing the head in.

Air was ripped away from Draco's lungs, his hands flew to grip Harry's arms, needing some kind of leverage.

"God," Harry croaked, tight walls surrounding his thick member, he kept prodding deep inside Draco's bundle of nerves until he was unable to go any further.

Draco, on the other hand, was lost in pools of ecstasy. Tears stained flushed cheeks, his mouth hung open, and his nails dug into tanned skin. "Oh yes, I feel so full- so good," he breaths out blissfully. "Move, please fuck me already."

Harry gently moved his hips back and forth, his hands strongly gripping Draco's bony hips, surely to leave bruises. He kept a good handle on the small frame, his cock throbbing inside of the blond's walls. The way Draco clung to him almost made him lose all control right there, but he held it in for Draco's sake.

"Faster, oh Harry, p-please go faster," Draco moans, legs wrapping around Harry's waist, purposely pulling him closer. "Kiss me."

Harry didn't need to think twice as his lips connected with plush ones, their mouths tangled in a hot, passionate kiss. Breathing hotly against one another as the gryffindor thrusted a bit faster, gradually picking up the speed. It became all too much for Draco and he had to break the kiss to release a loud wail.

Harry's cock was pounding ruthlessly inside of the blond's raw hole, skin slapping against skin adding to the sexual noises. Creamy pale thighs clamped around Harry, his body being used and heat swarmed every inch of him. Draco cried out, his energy being fucked out and his muscles growing weaker by each rough thrust against his abused prostate.

"Fuck, taking it so well," Harry voices hoarsely, growling out dangerously low as his eyes made contact with Draco's bared neck. "Being such a good boy. Now beg for me to choke you."

Draco's grey, tear filled eyes looked at Harry and he spluttered out incoherent noises. He whimpered, biting his lower lip. "Please, please choke me. Make me feel dominated- I want you to take complete control over me," he begged, choking on another sob, body moving with each rough thrust Harry gave him.

This seemed to please the gryffindor as a minute later, Draco found his throat being clasped by a god-like hand. Arousal flooded the blond's mind, the tears that dropped from his ducts blurred his vision and at this point he could only feel what was happening to him.

Being fucked animalistically, and with his airway being blocked. Too much, everything was too much and he was burning in pleasure. His hand flung to grasp Harry's wrist, tiny fingers wrapping around it as he was fucked and choked; so close to his end.

It was better than he imagined. Draco felt completely powerless over Harry.

A few more brutal pounds into him, he arched his back. Harry's hand applied more pressure to his throat and that very second was where Draco lost it all. His body shook, toes curled as he reached his orgasm. White spurts came from his cock, splattering his cute tummy. "Harry!" He exclaimed with a scratchy tone, eyes shut tightly together.

Draco's hole tightened around Harry's cock as he continued to piston in and out of the boy's body. It added immense pleasure, and with the yell of his name, his orgasm was brought on right after. With a strangled groan, Harry came straight into the blond's hole.

Breathlessly panting, Draco laid his limp body back on the bed. Small mewls fell from his lips as he felt the gryffindor's cum fill him up. He smiled, feeling coldness on his neck when Harry removed his hand. Surely, the snowy white area now red and used.

Instantly, Harry went to check on Draco. "You okay, baby? Did I go too hard?"

Draco only sleepily shook his head, the emptiness returning when Harry pulled his cock out of him, legs still wide open. "No, it was perfect."

A grin softly tugged at Harry's lips, and his fingers went to swipe damp, blond hair out of tired eyes. "I can see I worn you out, get some sleep."

"Only if you stay with me," Draco whispers exhaustedly, stamina drained. He closed his legs, shuffling onto his side as he curled into a ball after snuggling under the duvet.

Once more, Harry couldn't say no to Draco's precious self. He just silently moved behind him, resting his chin in the platinum locks, a strong arm that was covered in nail marks draped over Draco's waist comfortably and protectively.

After months, Draco felt satisfied and he knew this relationship that he started wouldn't end anytime soon. And with a content sigh, he fluttered his eyes close, back warmly pressed against Harry's chest. "Thank you," he mumbled very quietly, almost too quiet, but Harry had heard him.

"Anytime," he replied, applying a soft kiss upon the top of Draco's head before they both drifted off into a well needed sleep.