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“You’re drooling, darling,” Pansy said haughtily, “it’s not a good look.”
Draco turned to her so quickly he felt his neck twinge. “Excuse me?” He drawled while rubbing his neck. “I’m not drooling, thank you very much.” He glanced over at the twat-who-lived and at that precise moment, his black, tight (very tight, seriously, didn’t that prat have any sense of propriety?) t-shirt crawled up, showing a deliciously caramel-coloured hipbone jutting out. He felt his mouth water and fuck, maybe Pansy was right and he was drooling. He turned to her again, “I am not drooling,” he said with a scowl.
“Sure darling, you keep telling that to yourself.” She gave her pink cocktail a little swirl and sniffed, “And who knows? Maybe one day you’ll start believing it.”
Draco did not appreciate Pansy’s half-amused, half-exasperated tone – and was she rolling her eyes at him? Surely not. Malfoys don’t get eyes rolled at them. However, Malfoys also tend to get obsessive when it comes to delicious brown-skinned, green-eyed, black messy-haired, perfectly-muscled, bespectacled hunks of men. Yes, Draco had come to the point where he, at least privately, could accept that one Harry Potter, Golden Boy™, was a delicious specimen. A delicious specimen that apparently caused Draco to visibly drool in front of his sharp-eyed friend. It didn’t help that Pansy and Draco were friends since they were children and she thus had had a front seat to every single one of his romantic and sexual crises. He suppressed a shudder as he remembered how he broke down sobbing when Pansy and he tried to have sex back in 5th year. That night had cemented their friendship beyond Slytherin politics as they got drunk on Blaise’s Firewhiskey and discussed his less-than-hetero inclinations. That said, even though Pansy became his closest and most loyal friend since that night, it didn’t mean she wasn’t a hag.
“I don’t get it”, Pansy lamented, “just go over to him, bat those pretty eyelashes at him and fuck him to get him out of your system.”
Draco smirked at her, “So you think I’m pretty?”
Pansy’s eyes narrowed, “Draco, I warn you. Don’t try to be cute with me or so help me I will go to Potter and tell him about that sex dream you had last year.”
“You wouldn’t!” Draco gasped. “We said we would never speak of that night!”
Pansy huffed and drank the last of her drink, “Just fucking watch me.”
Draco looked at her shrewdly. “Whatever, you have as much skin in this game as I have. Or should I tell dear Ronald how you really feel about him?”
They stared at each other with glaring eyes. Pansy broke the staring contest, “Fucking hell, we’re so fucking pathetic. I need more alcohol.”
Draco grunted in agreement and walked to the bar, looking for the fit barman whom he saw eyeing him when he had ordered his first drink of the night. It had been a while if he was being honest with himself (and Draco praised himself for being very honest these days). Maybe he just needed to pull and he would regain his dignity. Oh, who was he kidding, he lost his dignity ever since he discovered a pattern in the types of men he pulled. A type which Pansy had picked up on quickly, and one he – at some of his more anxious moments – feared that a certain speccy git might figure out as well. Draco tried not to dwell on that as he was certain he would die if it were to happen and who was he to deny the world his delectable self? The pattern didn’t help with getting rid of his obsession attraction either. Apparently, trying to fuck away an interest in the Golden Boy™ by fucking other messy-haired or green-eyed gits didn’t work. Who would’ve thunk.
Draco finally got the barman’s attention and opened his mouth but was beat to it by the blonde-haired Adonis.
“Hello gorgeous, what can I get you.”
Draco considered him for a couple of seconds but decided that he should be the only blond-haired Adonis in his trysts. “May I have a fire whiskey and a porn star martini, thank you,” he said politely. The Adonis’ face flashed with disappointment and he left to make the drinks. Draco sighed and started to tap his foot to the beat of the horrid pop song. Today had been a long day and he decided to make this his final drink before going home for a bubble bath, tea and a bodice-ripper Literary classic.
“Hullo, Malfoy.”
Draco needn’t turn around to know to whom that deep and velvety voice belonged. Fighting a shiver, Draco slowly looked over his shoulder and immediately drowned in the greenest eyes he’d ever seen. Staying silent for just a tad too long, Draco suddenly remembered that he should probably say something. “Potter. What are you doing here?” He tried to put as much derision in Potter as possible, but it came out more fond than he would prefer.
Potter grinned at him and rolled his eyes, “I’ve seen you looking at me tonight Malfoy, I know you knew I was here.”
Now it was Draco’s turn to roll his eyes, “Yes, yes, you’re the golden boy and therefore we must look at you whenever you grace us with your presence. Besides, I already have to look at you almost daily at the office. Now go bother someone else, shoo.” Draco waved his hand at him.
Potter chuckled, “I don’t think you want me to bother someone else though.”
Draco felt his cheeks turning red. “Well, you thought wrong, now go. I don’t want the barman to think I’m here with someone.”
Potter’s eyes flicked to Adonis and back to Draco and narrowed his eyes. “You’re a filthy little liar, Malfoy. I know that blondie there isn’t your type.”
Draco swallowed and cursed inwardly.
“Besides, Parkinson just came up to me and told me something interesting,” Potter practically purred.
Draco whipped his head around to where he left Pansy but couldn’t spot the slimy snake. He clearly needed new friends, friends who were not slimy snakes or filthy cows. Maybe there would be some merit in investing in Hufflepuffs. He looked around and finally saw her standing with the Weasel, whose eyes were glued to her cleavage. Even from this distance, he could see that she had pulled her top down so Draco couldn’t even fault the Weasel for being easy prey. If he weren’t so annoyed with Pansy, he’d be impressed. Draco cleared his throat and looked at Potter, immediately pinned with an intense gaze. Or maybe it just seemed intense because of his glasses. Very ugly glasses. He should focus on the ugly glasses.
“Judging from the riff-raff you hang out with I can imagine that anything that comes out of that cow’s mouth is interesting,” Draco said nonchalantly.
Potter snorted, “Riff-raff? Really?”
Draco swallowed. That was not the reaction he was expecting and he felt a little off-balance. “Riff-raff, rabble… plebeians. You pick.”
He was sure that plebeians would make Potter react, but the man just stood there and observed him for a couple of moments and then smiled. “I know what you’re trying to do,” his green eyes twinkling, “but it won’t work. As I said, I have just learned something fascinating,” Potter said while slowly getting closer to him.
Draco suddenly felt a little light-headed, “And what might that be?” his voice breathy.
Potter leaned in and Draco could feel Potter’s lips brush his ear. This time he couldn’t stop the Potter-induced shiver. “She told me to…”
Draco felt someone tapping his shoulder insistently. He turned and saw the barman scowling at him, he probably had been trying to get his attention for a while.
“What?” Draco snapped.
The barman raised an eyebrow, “I have your drinks.” The ‘what else’ went unsaid. He nodded to the drinks and his eyes fell on Potter. He immediately lost the scowl and smoothed his expression into something more pleasant, “Hello gorgeous, can I get you something?”
Draco grit his teeth. The barman suddenly stopped looking like Adonis and started to look like a troll. Draco quickly grabbed some coins and threw them on the bar, “He will be fine,” he said icily and he grabbed his drink and Potter by the arm and dragged the man away. Pansy could die of thirst for all he cared. Evidently, Potter was closer than he thought because he could hear a very amused chuckle next to his ear.
Potter leaned into him once again and whispered in Draco’s ear, “Where are you taking me,” he paused, “Draco?”
Draco inhaled sharply and almost tripped but Potter’s Seeker reflexes grabbed him by the arm and pulled Draco into his chest. Potter’s scent was all around him and he could feel his heartbeat accelerating.
“Tell me Draco, where are you planning to take me.”
Potter’s deep voice directly shot to his cock, which apparently was interested as Draco realised that he was already half hard. Draco let Potter’s arm go but turned his upper body towards him. The fact that that ensured that Potter was sort of holding him had nothing to do with it. Obviously.
“Nowhere, the barman was plain and I didn’t want to look at him anymore. And because I’m so generous, I wanted to save you from that fate as well.” Potter let out a belly laugh and Draco couldn’t help the little smile even if he had tried.
“I thought you said you didn’t want the barman to think that you were here with someone. That doesn’t sound as if you think him plain.” Potter said cheekily.
Draco felt himself blush once again. Before he could open his mouth, Potter took his hand and started walking. “Come on, let’s get some fresh air.” Draco wanted to object but for some reason, his mouth refused to cooperate.
Once outside, they went to an alleyway next to the pub and Potter leaned against the brick wall. He grabbed a package from his jeans pocket and lit a cigarette. The movement caused his biceps to flex and his sleeves to slightly roll up. A tattoo peeked from under his tee.
“I didn’t know you had tattoos,” Draco blurted.
Potter grinned, “There’s a lot you don’t know about me. Apparently, there are some things I didn’t know about you either. And here I was convinced that I knew everything about you.”
Draco looked at him haughtily, “And why exactly would you know everything about me?”
“Because we’ve been working together for two years, Draco.”
Draco opened his mouth to object, but Potter beat him to it. “Yes, yes, I am a lowly Auror and merely assist you, the most brilliant prosecutor wizarding Britain has ever seen. Nonetheless, I’m always looking at you, always paying attention.” Potter looked at him intently and smiled cheekily, although there was a little bit too much sincerity in his voice.
“Oh,” Draco’s heart skipped a beat and he could feel his cheeks flush.
Potter snorted, “Yeah, oh.”
“So…” Draco started.
Potter took a drag from his cigarette and looked at him from under his lashes, “So…”, Potter repeated.
They both fell silent while staring at each other. Making up his mind, Draco found his (non-existent) inner Gryffindor and took the cigarette from Potter’s mouth. He took a drag and enjoyed the way the smoke and tobacco burned his throat and lungs, welcoming the sting. He almost laughed at Potter’s surprised face but managed to hold it back. Draco wasn’t sure how and why this was happening, but he wouldn’t be a Slytherin if he didn’t take advantage of the situation that was presented so nicely to him. With a pretty silver bow on top.
“You know I’m always looking at you too, Potter,” Draco whispered.
Potter beamed at him and pushed himself away from the wall, bringing himself very close to Draco. He plucked the cigarette out of Draco’s fingers and threw it on the ground. “Draco?” Potter’s voice had turned all raspy.
“Yes?”
“I think you should start calling me, Harry.”
“And why should I do that?”
“Because I’m about to kiss you and I tend to be on a first-name term with the people I kiss.”
Draco huffed, “Well I’m special, aren’t I Potter.” He could feel the puff of air from Potter’s chuckle on his lips.
“Yes, very special,” Potter mumbled and he closed the last inch of distance between them. The kiss was a soft and light thing. Draco wanted more. The moment he pressed forward, Potter moved away.
“Say my name, Draco,” he mumbled while he nosed at Draco’s jaw.
“Potter,” Draco breathed.
Potter laughed, “Wrong answer,” and lowered his mouth, now nipping and licking along his neck.
Draco whimpered, “Harry.”
Harry bit down on his jugular and breathed, “Yes”.
One of Harry’s hands moved to his neck and the other grabbed him tightly by his waist. He trailed kisses from his neck to his mouth and finally, finally, kissed Draco properly. Draco had never experienced a kiss so intense but so unrushed. Harry was taking the time to explore every inch of his mouth. A silky-smooth tongue caressed, sharp teeth nipped and every once in a while, his tongue was sucked into a warm mouth. Draco’s hand flew to Harry’s hair, finally touching the gravity-defying locks. Time passed but Draco couldn’t tell you how long they spent kissing. Finally, after what could have been a minute or ten, Harry pulled away from him and planted a small kiss on his nose.
“Oh,” Draco said again.
Harry started pecking him all over his face, “Oh.”
Draco could feel himself smiling and he basked in the attention he was receiving from Harry. He couldn’t believe that this was happening. He truly didn’t understand how they had ended up outside, snogging like a bunch of teenagers. He didn’t need to pinch himself as Harry had gotten to his ear and started nibbling on it and Draco felt his, now quite hard, cock twitch. He cleared his throat and despite Harry being his distracting self, managed to ask, “So, what do we do now?”
Harry hummed and started to kiss down his neck, ending at his collarbone which he started to suck on. “Well, we could go back inside and get another drink. Or, we could go back to my flat and have a drink there.” He murmured against Draco’s skin between licks, sucks and kisses.
“The latter, definitely the latter.” Draco breathed. He felt rather than heared Harry’s chuckle.
“Hold on, precious.”
That funny feeling in his chest was caused by the surprise disapparition. Obviously.
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Draco hadn’t even needed to fear that he would stumble when they apparated into Harry’s flat as the man still had Draco in a tight hold. The moment they landed, Harry intensified his attack on Draco’s neck and lowered his hand to Draco’s arse. Harry grabbed him and pulled Draco closer, lining up their cocks, and started slowly grinding into him. Draco gasped and started to moan, “Harry, please.”
Harry swore and ripped his mouth from Draco’s neck. “Okay, yes. What do you want Draco? I’ll give it to you, just tell me what you want.”
Draco opened his eyes, realising that they had apparently at one point fallen closed, leant back and looked at the vision that was Harry fucking Potter. He was breathing heavily and his pupils were dilated. Draco’s hands had made his already messy hair look even wilder. His brown skin had a beautiful pink flush. He looked alive. Alive and turned on. “I want you,” Draco croaked.
At those words, Harry smiled sweetly. His right hand cupped and then caressed Draco’s cheek. All the rush left his movements and he slowly moved his hand down Draco’s neck and rested his calloused fingers on Draco’s collar while his lips followed his hand’s trail. “May I take this off?” Harry whispered into his neck.
Draco was so distracted by the delicious feel of Harry’s cock against his own (which felt quite sizeable) and his breath on his neck, he nearly missed the question. “I thought you were a Gryffindor, less thinking, more doing.”
Harry chuckled, “Now, now, Draco. Consent is important. But patience was never your strong suit now, was it?” He started to unbutton Draco’s shirt one button at a time while scraping his teeth against his neck.
Draco whimpered, “Yes, I consent, I consent to everything. Just do it.” Harry looked up at him and Draco saw his eyes darken and his gaze turn hungry. Harry finally took his shirt off and his hands hovered next to the buttons of his trousers. “Salazar’s balls, I told you I consent.” Draco pushed Harry onto his couch and straddled his lap. He took off Harry’s t-shirt and was momentarily distracted by all of the skin and muscle he was confronted with. Sending a quick thank you to all the bad guys who made it necessary for Aurors to work out, he started caressing Harry’s pleasure trail. He felt Harry’s cock twitch against his arse and he was shaken out of his stupor. Harry had put his hands on hips and he could already feel the skin there bruise. Good. He looked Harry straight into his eyes, deciding to channel his inner Gryffindor, yet again. He ground down on Harry, “I want this.” He saw Harry swallow. “And I’ll tell you how I want it. I want you to lay me down on my back, lift my legs until my knees touch my ears, then I want you to use a lot of lube, no prep and then fuck that delicious cock I’m feeling slowly into me. Very slow.” The grip of Harry’s hands was almost on the wrong side of pain and he looked positively feral. Without any warning, Harry stood up (no Draco most definitely didn’t yelp, Malfoys don’t yelp) and kissed him hard with lips, teeth and tongue.
“I can do that,” he growled, walking them to his bedroom.
Harry almost threw Draco on his bed and with a wave of his hand they were both naked. Draco shivered when he felt the brush of Harry’s magic over his skin. When his eyes were able to focus again, they zeroed in on Harry’s cock. His suspicion seemed to be correct as he was presented with a beautiful, large cock. He could feel himself salivating. He locked eyes with Harry and the only way he could describe the look that Harry was giving him at the moment was reverent. Draco swallowed. “I want you,” he whispered.
“You can have me”, Harry whispered back. Their words seemed to hold heavy weight. But that was a conversation for later. Preferably after that cock had fucked him into the mattress a couple of times. Harry joined him on the bed and kneeled over him, kissing him sweetly. He sat back and shimmied down a little. He folded Draco’s knees and looked intently at his most private place. “Can I taste you first though?”
Draco couldn’t stop the moan from leaving him even if he had tried. “Yes,” he hissed.
Yet again wandlessly and wordlessly, he felt a cleaning spell run through him. Wasting no time, Harry folded him even more, raising Draco’s hips. He leaned down and licked a hot broad stripe from Draco’s tailbone to his balls. Harry moaned, “I think I found my favourite taste.” He flipped Draco on his stomach and started rimming him as if it was his job, leaving Draco moaning and writhing. All too soon he came up again, “I need to be inside you now, but next time my tongue and your pretty pink hole are gonna get thoroughly acquainted.”
Draco groaned and rolled his hips against the sheets.
Harry clicked his tongue, “Now, now darling. We’ll have none of that now.” He grabbed Draco’s hips and lifted him up on his knees. “We don’t want you to come before the fun has even started, do we?”
The sound that exited Draco’s body could only be described as a whine. Harry turned Draco on his back again and flung out his hand, a vial of lube flew into it. “Hold your knees,” he commanded, voice raspy.
Draco followed his order quickly, all shame forgotten.
“Good boy,” Harry whispered whilst kissing Draco’s ankle. “Let me see if I remember correctly. No prep, I apologise for my tongue darling, lots of lube, very slow.”
Draco sobbed, “Yes, yes, yes.” He had to fight hard to stop his eyes from falling shut, he didn’t want to miss a moment of this. He saw Harry pouring lube into his hand and warming it between his fingers. He rubbed slow circles around his hole and carefully pressed a finger into Draco. Draco gasped, “Please, more, I want more, please.” Harry once again poured lube over his fingers and slicked himself, he took a deep breath and finally, finally, started pushing against Draco’s entrance. Draco relaxed and felt himself opening up for Harry after a moment or two. He gasped when he felt the head push through the tight ring of muscle, but Harry didn’t stop. He kept going slowly and steadily until he bottomed out, taking a shaky breath.
“Breathe, darling.” Harry said through a clenched jaw while rubbing Draco’s sides.
Draco exhaled heavily through his nose and, with a slight quiver, said, “Move, please. Now.”
Harry kissed his ankle again and slowly started with shallow thrusts. He dipped his head and started nibbling and sucking on Draco’s collarbone. Harry slightly deepened his strokes and Draco let out a moan. But it wasn’t enough. On every downward thrust, Draco tilted his hips, enabling Harry to reach deeper into him.
“Fuck,” Harry groaned. “You feel so good, my lovely. So, so good.”
Draco lost all sense of propriety and started moaning like a two-knut whore. He could hear himself begging for more, for harder, for faster and “For Merlin’s sake please don’t stop!” And Harry didn’t deny him. Draco felt his orgasm building up quickly. He grabbed his cock and was not surprised when he felt he was dripping with precome. He immediately set a fast pace and knew it wouldn’t take much longer and shakily said, “I’m almost there”.
At that, Harry sat upright, dragging Draco’s hips up. He changed the angle a little bit and on the next thrust, he hit Draco’s prostate dead centre. Another two deep and fast strokes and Draco came, his mouth open in a silent scream. He was vaguely aware that Harry’s rhythm was turning erratic but was fully cognisant when he felt Harry’s come hot and quick inside of him. Harry fell down on top of him and nuzzled into Draco’s neck, lightly nibbling yet again.
Draco laughed, “What is your obsession with my neck?”
He could feel Harry’s smile. “It’s soft and pale, I enjoy messing it up.”
Draco snorted, “Get off of me you big brute, I can’t breathe.”
Harry rolled over and immediately snuggled up against Draco. If he wasn’t so sleepy, he would probably complain about Harry using him as his personal teddy bear. He could feel his eyes starting to fall shut when he suddenly remembered, “So what did Pansy tell you?”
Harry opened his eyes and looked at him with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. “She told me to call you Draco and said that it would leave me very satisfied.”
Draco felt himself blush. His cheeks felt so hot he was sure it was possible to fry an egg on them. He sniffed, “Well now I don’t know whether I’m going to kill or thank that cow.”
Harry laughed and his smile turned softer and the look in his eyes was so bloody fond. “Well, I think you should thank her.” He leaned towards Draco and kissed him softly on the lips. “Please stay the night,” he whispered in Draco’s mouth, “we’ll spoon and I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.”
Draco swallowed and felt his breathing turn shallow. Draco wanted to say yes. He wanted to say yes so badly. But…
“Just say yes.”
Draco whispered, “Only if you make me pancakes.”
“Pancakes it is.”