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Everyone has a different reaction to stage three. It’s been so long since Draco has experienced a Prime Heat, he didn’t actually know what to expect. It turns out it’s a lot like being drunk. He really wasn’t prepared.
When Draco’s heat peaks at stage three all his inhibitions disappear.
His alpha smells masculine, heady, and utterly addicting, and Draco wants to be closer. He wants to touch him.
He crawls into Harry’s lap, buries his face in his neck, his hands sliding under Harry’s shirt.
In some ways he has a strange self awareness, yet he can’t stop himself from moving. It’s like he’s watching himself act in ways he never would have dared.
Rubbing up against Harry and breathing in his scent feels so good. He’s loose and happy—comfortable in a way he’s usually too cautious to enjoy. Being heat-drunk is like letting go of all the stress and worry and every bad thought in his brain.
He feels free—without consequence. Draco is lost in a cloud of pleasure as he drags his body over Harry’s, humping against his leg. Some distant part of him knows he’ll be embarrassed later, but he finds that he doesn’t really care. All that matters is getting closer to Harry.
Somehow, he takes Harry’s shirt off. He can’t remember if he managed to wiggle Harry out of it or if he used magic to make it happen. He only knows that he’s lucky enough to have a bare-chested Harry beneath him and he takes full advantage, rubbing his palms over Harry’s pecs, touching Harry’s smooth, warm skin.
It occurs to him that they should move to the bed and figure out how to get the rest of Harry’s clothes off. When he stands up, he lists to one side and almost topples over. He’s fairly certain the only reason he’s still standing upright is Harry’s warm hands steadying his waist.
“Woah there. Careful.” Harry grins up at him from the couch.
Suddenly the room heats up. Draco’s too hot—sweltering. A heat wave hits him like a train and he needs to cool down. He steps back, stumbling against the coffee table. He manages to catch himself before he falls and he makes his way towards the door.
“Draco? Where are you going? Are you okay?” Harry calls after him.
Draco is burning. The surge of heat runs through his body and he can only think of finding a nice cool place to lay down.
He finally reaches the front door. He swings it open and stumbles outside into the snow, landing on his hands and knees in the soft white powder.
“Draco? What are you doing?” Harry asks urgently. Draco can’t understand why he sounds so worried. He stretches out in the snow, moving his arms and legs to make a snow angel. It feels wonderful on his overheated body.
“Draco!” Suddenly Harry is right there. “You’re barefoot and barely dressed. You can’t be out here like this. C’mon, you’ll catch cold”
“Feels good,” Draco mumbles.
But Harry doesn’t listen to him. He pulls Draco up, casts a lightening spell on him, gathers him in his arms, and carries him back inside.
Draco wriggles in Harry’s grip, wrapping his arms and legs around Harry as he carries Draco.
When he sets Draco down on the couch, Draco almost falls off of it, but Harry helps balance him.
“Mmm, chocolate, I want chocolate,” Draco says.
“Sure, I’ll get you some,” Harry says.
Isn’t he the best? Harry is the best alpha ever. He takes such good care of Draco.
“Stay there. I’ll be right back.” Harry says as he backs out of the room, heading towards the kitchen.
He looks back again. “Stay right there! Don’t move.”
Draco sits there for a moment, he really wants to be good for Harry and Harry told him to stay where he is. But then he really wants to be naked. So he tries to wriggle out of the rest of his clothes, but he topples off of the couch in the process, banging his elbow on the way down.
On the floor it’s easier to get undressed. Once he’s naked, he remembers that he really wants to be where Harry is. And he still really wants some chocolate.
He tries to stand, but his legs don’t want to work, so he ends up on his hands and knees instead. He figures it’s safer not to try to stand again, so he starts to make his way on his hands and knees in the direction Harry went.
“Draco, what are you doing?” Harry appears again.
“You’re back! I’m glad you’re back.” Draco says, smiling up at Harry and clinging onto his leg.
“C’mon, I’ll help you up.” Harry reaches down to pull him up.
“I’m not very good at standing,” Draco tells him.
“Don’t worry about that, I’ve got you,” Harry says. He wraps his arms around Draco’s waist and, true to his word, they make it back to the couch.
Harry breaks off bite size pieces of chocolate and feeds them to Draco. Draco spends as much time sucking on Harry’s fingers as he does eating the chocolate, but he can’t help it, because Harry is just as delicious.
But then he thinks there’s something else he’d like to suck, so he tries to get Harry’s joggers pulled down. It’s not as easy as Harry’s shirt was, so he eventually gives up.
Harry looks worried and keeps rubbing his hands over Draco’s skin.
“Let’s go outside again,” Draco suggests.
Harry laughs, but he doesn’t sound like he actually thinks it’s very funny. He makes a troubled noise and mumbles something about needing a safe way to get Draco’s temperature down, but Draco can only focus on getting his tongue on Harry’s skin.
When Draco leans over and licks Harry’s nipple, Harry’s laugh becomes a whimpering noise. Draco pushes Harry down on the couch and climbs on top of him. He kisses up Harry’s chest until he reaches his lips. He places Harry’s hands on his arse and grinds himself against Harry as he tugs on Harry’s pants, trying to get them off of him.
Harry’s fingers slide between Draco’s crack, and he sighs in relief as Harry slides his fingers inside him. When Harry presses in just the right way, Draco keens, rocking back and forth, fucking himself on Harry’s fingers even as the heat wave rages inside him.
The next thing Draco remembers is being in the shower. He’s not entirely sure how he got there, but Harry is with him, holding him up as he turns the shower on.
“Maybe the water will help you cool down.” Harry holds him close and cards his fingers through Draco’s hair. The frigid water runs down Draco’s body and the shock to his system does help him think more clearly.
Harry runs a hand over Draco’s cheek. “Hey, are you back with me now??”
“I think so,” Draco blinks slowly, trying to focus on Harry.
His cock is still hard and straining between them and he can feel his slick sliding down between his thighs, warm in contrast with the cool water.
“Fuck me, please,” Draco begs. “I need you inside me.”
Harry spins him and Draco braces his arms against the shower wall as Harry drops to his knees behind him. He spreads Draco’s cheeks and leans in to breathe on his hole. He feels Harry’s tongue tease at his rim.
The sound of Harry licking him is obscene in the tiled room and Harry spends long minutes licking the slick from Draco’s hole until Draco finally loses his patience. He turns around and drags Harry up into a kiss before pulling him out of the shower and into the bedroom. They kiss as they cross the room, unconcerned that they’re both still dripping wet.
They don’t make it across the room to the bed. Draco turns, leaning against the closest wall, and arching his back as Harry steps behind him and presses his cock to Draco’s slick hole and enters him with one thrust.
Draco’s nipples ache to be touched, so he uses one hand to rub his chest, while the other hand braces against the icy window, holding himself steady as Harry pounds into him from behind.
It’s misty outside the window and the light is a cool blue-grey. Draco guesses the sun isn’t fully up yet, so it must be the early hours of the morning. That would explain the frost and melted ice on the outside of the glass.
When Harry pulls out and guides Draco back to the bed, there is a single perfect handprint left on the foggy pane of the window.
Draco presses Harry flat onto the bed and climbs on top of him. He slides down, taking Harry’s cock as deep as he can and rocks his hips as he rides him.
When Harry comes, Draco’s hole clenches tight around him, locking him in place. As his prostate is milked on Harry’s cock, Draco comes over and over until he passes out again.