Harry Potter and The White Queen (BP3)
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Training Exercises
Chapter Number/Total: 12/49
Chapter Title: Training Exercises
Words: 2751 Words
Draco stood looking down at Harry. He raised an eyebrow. "Tired?" he asked quietly.
Harry nodded, staring up at Draco. "Aren't you?" he asked.
Draco nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed and removing his shoes and socks then starting on his shirt. "Lot of work today," he said, "but it was good."
"Yeah, it was," said Harry, still simply lying there. "I actually think I might be able to do non-verbal spells ... eventually."
Draco looked over his shoulder at Harry, smiling. He took his shirt off and stood to work on his trousers. "You already do several ... useful ... spells non-verbally," he said with a smirk.
Harry smiled and snorted. "I've had lots of practise."
"Yes," Draco said, bending to remove the last of his clothes and lay them on the chair near the bed. "You are best at them when you need them but don't think about it," he said.
Harry shrugged. "That's the point, right?" he asked. "Concentrating, but not really thinking about concentrating."
"Yes," Draco said, leaning his elbows above his head on the bed frame and looking down at his still-clothed lover.
Harry smiled. "You've always seemed to have that affect on me. I've always acted without thinking when it comes to you."
Draco smirked. "I noticed," he said, his voice husky. "You going to sleep in your clothes?"
Harry grinned. "No, but I don't think you have sleeping in mind," he said.
Draco's eyebrows raised. "I am not even hard ..." He let it trail off like that with the implied, "yet" unsaid.
Harry smirked. "Would you like to be?" he asked, eyes brightening.
"I thought you were tired," Draco smirked, stretching his body in ways that he knew always got Harry's attention.
Harry licked his lips, eyes following Draco's movements. "I thought you were," he retorted.
"Never that tired." Draco smiled, still stretching and leaning on the bed frame.
Harry smirked again. "Well why don't you get your not-that-tired self over here," he said, raising an eyebrow.
"Why don't you take your clothes off," Draco replied, "using that spell?"
Harry grinned and nodded, sitting up and pulling his wand. With his mind focused solely on the undoubtedly great sex he and Draco were about to have, he was able to do the spell with no problems at all, as usual, and he was left naked and waiting.
Draco's grin was wide and his eyes sparkled. He allowed himself to crawl across the bed toward Harry, making his movements as seductive as possible and realising that he was becoming hard again just in anticipation.
Harry bit his lip as he watched Draco move towards him like some sort of very, very sexy animal stalking its prey. It made his heart beat quicker.
Draco noted Harry's reactions and considered the best way to reward his lover's attention. Harry's face was flushed and he was clearly aroused by Draco's movements. A wicked grin on his face, the blond pounced, attempting to pin Harry to the bed.
Harry gasped at the sudden movement and quickly wiggled away from Draco, an excited smile on his face. Where the hell did this energy come from? "Can you catch me without your wand?" he asked, a smirk in his low voice.
Draco's eyes narrowed and he moved again, quickly trying to catch the Gryffindor, making a grab for his hair.
Draco was quick, but Harry was quicker. He hadn't been Seeker and team captain for nothing. He ducked around Draco and dove for the other side of the bed, quickly spinning around to face him again and judge his next move.
Draco reigned in his emotions, doing his best not to foreshadow his movements this time and watching Harry's face to judge where the man would go next. Draco feinted left, grabbing with his left hand, intending to force Harry flat on the bed.
Harry gasped again as Draco grabbed him, but once again, he wriggled out of his grasp and jumped from the bed completely. "Oh, it's not that easy," he said, crouched low and ready to take off again if Draco came near. Something about this had his heart pounding and his cock hardening quickly.
Draco crawled backwards off the bed and then stalked around it, coming toward the other man and attempting to corner him. He felt almost feral in the excitement of it.
Harry leapt backwards and jumped to his feet, watching Draco with glittering eyes. He reached a hand down to his own cock and stroked himself. "You want it?" he asked, taking another step backwards.
"Yes," Draco growled, moving forwards carefully, watching every flicker of movement Harry made. He would not let the sight of that beautiful cock distract him from getting what he wanted.
Harry grinned, taking another few steps back and then attempting a mad dash to the right, trying to get around the bed so that it stood between Draco and himself.
Draco had been waiting for that crazy Gryffindor charge, timing his leap so that he tackled Harry back onto the bed and landed on top of him.
"Damn," Harry cursed, grinning with narrowed eyes up at Draco. "You're pretty good." His heart was still pounding and his cock was throbbing now.
"I should hope so." Draco grinned, pinning both of Harry's hands. He leaned in and began to nip and lick and suck at Harry's neck and chest.
Harry moaned, Draco's mouth working wonders on his skin. "What are you going to do now that you've caught me?" he asked, moaning again as Draco licked him.
Draco growled in reply, biting one nipple a little harder than usual.
Harry gasped and swallowed, arching beneath Draco. His breathing came heavier as he stared down at him.
Draco continued to bite across Harry's chest, leaving a series of red impressions on the man's chest.
Harry hissed through his teeth and his body arched of its own accord. The little prickles of pain added to his lust somehow and it made it seem like Draco was some type of gorgeous animal again.
Draco cast the non-verbal spell, trapping Harry's hands and then proceeding down his body with his sharp teeth.
Harry cried out with each of Draco's sharp bites, his cock twitching with every movement.
Draco moved down the softer flesh of Harry's stomach, liking the feel of Harry's skin between his teeth and the way he twitched at every press of Draco's jaw. When he got to Harry's hips, he veered around his prize, wanting to save it for last. Instead he continued to bite Harry's thighs, half sitting on the other man still to hold him down.
"Draco!" Harry cried, his head thrown back as he tried in vain to pull his hands down and clutch at Draco's skin or hair or anything. And oh, Merlin, those bites. He loved the sharpness of them and the lingering feeling afterwards, but he wanted more.
Draco repeated the spell, the ropes now holding Harry spread on the bed for him. He grinned wickedly up at his prisoner and continued down his leg.
"Oh, fuck," Harry groaned, half pleasure, half frustration. His brain felt divided. He wanted Draco to let him go, but he wanted to remain tied up. He couldn't decide if the bites hurt or if they felt good. Draco bit him again. Oh, they definitely felt good.
Draco reached Harry's left ankle and then began up the other side on his right, his fingers trailing after the bites, enjoying the marks and Harry's responses.
"Draco," Harry groaned again, trying once again to get loose. He gasped at the nips on his ankles, the skin thin there.
Draco laughed wickedly, repeating the painful bite.
Draco's laughter sent shivers up Harry's spine and he moaned, his body twitching. "Please," he said. "Draco, please."
Draco ignored his lover's pleas, or actually was encouraged by them, continuing up his leg.
Harry tossed his head, panting as the biting continued. He'd never known that the skin of his legs could be so sensitive. He felt the shocks provided by Draco's mouth travel straight to his untouched cock it seemed.
The skin on the inside of Harry's thighs was softer and muskier and made Draco want to bite and lick every inch of it.
Draco was so much closer to Harry's cock now and he wanted something to happen to it so badly. Anything, something, anything. "Draco, please," he gasped, his muscles tensing for a second at a sharp bite.
Draco raised his face between Harry's legs, looking down and licking his lips. He closed his eyes, enjoying the scent of the other man and lowering his face slowly. He licked at the very soft flesh of Harry's scrotum.
Harry groaned, wanting Draco's mouth on his cock. He tried to push his groin up into Draco's face, his cock aching with need.
Draco licked and sucked and felt like he could devour Harry's skin. He brought up his hand to cup that soft sack as he licked at the shaft above it.
"Yes," Harry panted, his face flushed and his eyes closed. He licked at his dry lips, still feeling the bites all over his body and now the new, very much wanted, pleasure of Draco's mouth on his erection.
Draco flattened his tongue against the surface and gave long, slow licks up Harry's cock, but not the crown. He loved the way his lover squirmed and panted, wanting more.
That first lick had felt very good, but now the licks felt like torture, each one seeming to get closer to the head of his cock and then stopping short. He wanted to scream and he struggled with the ropes again. "Draco! Please!" he begged, panting still.
Draco stopped, looking up at his lover. His breath caught at the sight. There was absolutely nothing more beautiful than this. He waited until Harry looked down again, looking into his eyes.
Harry met Draco's darkened eyes with his own. "Please," he said again. He could hardly think. All he knew was that his cock felt as if it were about to explode, and not in the way he wanted it to.
"Yours," Draco said, his mouth closing over the head of Harry's cock, his eyes still looking at his lover as he did. His tongue swirled over the glans and he groaned at the pleasure of it.
"Yes," Harry moaned, his whole body seeming to jolt with pleasure as Draco's mouth finally closed on him. "Yes, Draco."
Draco breathed through his nose, sliding his mouth down and back, each time taking more. Moments like these he missed his hand more than most, as he had to decide between lowering his fingers or bringing them up to grasp the base of Harry's cock. He chose the latter, wrapping long fingers around and steadying it.
Harry would’ve liked to spread his legs wider and bury his hands in Draco's hair, but he could only moan and toss his head about, trying to do anything to lessen his need to touch Draco.
Draco slid deeper, feeling his throat clench around the intrusion and concentrating to synchronise his breathing on each plunge.
"Yes, Draco!" Harry cried, his body shuddering. "Yes!" The muscles in his thighs quivered as he began to feel his approaching orgasm.
Draco could feel the power rising and the trembling in his body. He took several deep breaths and then plunged deep, bringing his teeth down gently, but firmly around the base of Harry's cock.
Harry gasped loudly, the slight pain, or pressure really, of Draco's teeth on his cock surprisingly giving him just enough to be pushed over the edge. He came hard into Draco's mouth, straining his arms to try and hold onto something.
Draco pulled back only enough to breathe and swallow, his hand pumping Harry dry. He licked and sucked until Harry was spent. He sat back up on his knees and looked down, licking his lips.
Harry was panting, tiny half-moans still escaping him. He looked up at Draco with lidded green eyes.
He grinned, hands on hips, his erection jutting from his lap as he looked down at Harry. "Now you need to get free," Draco said.
"What?" Harry asked weakly. Not much made sense to his brain right then.
Draco climbed over his lover's leg and off the bed, resuming the position he had started the evening in, staring down at his lover.
Harry groaned, realising what Draco wanted him to do. It was not going to be quite the same as earlier. He concentrated on trying to get the ropes to release him. When he opened his eyes, he was still very much tied up.
Draco raised his left leg, resting his foot on the bed so that he was as much on display as possible. He reached his hand down and began to stroke his own cock. "Would you like to suck me, Harry?" he asked in a teasing voice.
"Oh, fuck yes," Harry groaned, opening his eyes to stare at Draco's cock. He swallowed and tried again to do the spell and sighed so heavily it was almost a groan as the ropes disappeared.
"If you want a taste, you will have to come and get it before I come." Draco grinned.
Harry leaped up and seized Draco by the arms, pulling him down to the bed quickly and then rolling him on his back. He brought their mouths crashing together and pulled Draco's hair with his hands, simply because he had been wanting to do it the whole time he'd been tied up.
Draco yelped when Harry threw him to the bed. He shuddered under Harry's fierce kiss, the hair pulling nearly making him come then.
Harry growled, moving to bite Draco hard on the neck and yanking his head back by Draco's hair to give himself more room.
Draco completely surrendered to Harry, absolutely enraptured by his strength and desire. Magic crackled over his skin and he nearly wept in joy with it. The pull on his hair sent shivers down his spine and made his toes curl.
Harry sucked at the bite mark on Draco's neck, but didn't have enough patience to work his way slowly down Draco's body. He slid down him, biting at a few places on his skin, harder than Draco had bitten him, but arriving fairly quickly at his destination.
Draco grabbed the covers with his hand and the construct, holding as Harry's mouth caused him to cry out. It was pain and pleasure and it was perfect.
Harry gripped Draco's cock with his right hand and was tempted to simply stay that way for a bit and make Draco beg, but it was deliciously leaking pre-come and he couldn't make himself wait. He closed his mouth around the head and licked, sucking up the moisture there.
"Oh, yes," Draco moaned, shaking and straining under Harry. He loved the feel of his firm lips and soft tongue on him. He could still taste Harry in his mouth and he was very close.
"Mmm," Harry moaned, taking more of Draco into his mouth. He thought he could feel Draco's cock pulsing and he knew it wasn't going to take long to make him come. Bobbing his head quickly, he didn't bother with any tongue teasing this time. He wanted Draco to come in his mouth. He wanted to drink him up.
"Mine," Draco growled as he came, arching up and spilling into Harry's mouth.
Harry moaned again as Draco's semen flooded his mouth. He swallowed, pulling back, but keeping his mouth on Draco's cock to catch all of it as Draco came.
Draco reached his hand down, digging fingers into his lover's hair as he lay shuddering under him.
Harry licked one last time at Draco's cock, but then pulled back and rested his head against his stomach, suddenly exhausted. The feeling of Draco's fingers in his hair was comforting and relaxing.
Draco stroked Harry's hair gently, chuckling a bit, causing Harry's head to bounce. "Gods, I love you," he said, sighing.
Harry smiled sleepily. "I love you, too," he said.
"Come up here," Draco said, pulling on Harry's hair a bit.
Harry yawned and crawled up Draco's body before falling back to the bed, half covering Draco's side.
"I think I am going to like helping you train." Draco sighed again, his arm around Harry. He was tired and very, very happy.
Harry snorted quietly. "I think I'll like training," he said, kissing Draco's jaw.
Chapter Title: Training Exercises
Words: 2751 Words
Draco stood looking down at Harry. He raised an eyebrow. "Tired?" he asked quietly.
Harry nodded, staring up at Draco. "Aren't you?" he asked.
Draco nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed and removing his shoes and socks then starting on his shirt. "Lot of work today," he said, "but it was good."
"Yeah, it was," said Harry, still simply lying there. "I actually think I might be able to do non-verbal spells ... eventually."
Draco looked over his shoulder at Harry, smiling. He took his shirt off and stood to work on his trousers. "You already do several ... useful ... spells non-verbally," he said with a smirk.
Harry smiled and snorted. "I've had lots of practise."
"Yes," Draco said, bending to remove the last of his clothes and lay them on the chair near the bed. "You are best at them when you need them but don't think about it," he said.
Harry shrugged. "That's the point, right?" he asked. "Concentrating, but not really thinking about concentrating."
"Yes," Draco said, leaning his elbows above his head on the bed frame and looking down at his still-clothed lover.
Harry smiled. "You've always seemed to have that affect on me. I've always acted without thinking when it comes to you."
Draco smirked. "I noticed," he said, his voice husky. "You going to sleep in your clothes?"
Harry grinned. "No, but I don't think you have sleeping in mind," he said.
Draco's eyebrows raised. "I am not even hard ..." He let it trail off like that with the implied, "yet" unsaid.
Harry smirked. "Would you like to be?" he asked, eyes brightening.
"I thought you were tired," Draco smirked, stretching his body in ways that he knew always got Harry's attention.
Harry licked his lips, eyes following Draco's movements. "I thought you were," he retorted.
"Never that tired." Draco smiled, still stretching and leaning on the bed frame.
Harry smirked again. "Well why don't you get your not-that-tired self over here," he said, raising an eyebrow.
"Why don't you take your clothes off," Draco replied, "using that spell?"
Harry grinned and nodded, sitting up and pulling his wand. With his mind focused solely on the undoubtedly great sex he and Draco were about to have, he was able to do the spell with no problems at all, as usual, and he was left naked and waiting.
Draco's grin was wide and his eyes sparkled. He allowed himself to crawl across the bed toward Harry, making his movements as seductive as possible and realising that he was becoming hard again just in anticipation.
Harry bit his lip as he watched Draco move towards him like some sort of very, very sexy animal stalking its prey. It made his heart beat quicker.
Draco noted Harry's reactions and considered the best way to reward his lover's attention. Harry's face was flushed and he was clearly aroused by Draco's movements. A wicked grin on his face, the blond pounced, attempting to pin Harry to the bed.
Harry gasped at the sudden movement and quickly wiggled away from Draco, an excited smile on his face. Where the hell did this energy come from? "Can you catch me without your wand?" he asked, a smirk in his low voice.
Draco's eyes narrowed and he moved again, quickly trying to catch the Gryffindor, making a grab for his hair.
Draco was quick, but Harry was quicker. He hadn't been Seeker and team captain for nothing. He ducked around Draco and dove for the other side of the bed, quickly spinning around to face him again and judge his next move.
Draco reigned in his emotions, doing his best not to foreshadow his movements this time and watching Harry's face to judge where the man would go next. Draco feinted left, grabbing with his left hand, intending to force Harry flat on the bed.
Harry gasped again as Draco grabbed him, but once again, he wriggled out of his grasp and jumped from the bed completely. "Oh, it's not that easy," he said, crouched low and ready to take off again if Draco came near. Something about this had his heart pounding and his cock hardening quickly.
Draco crawled backwards off the bed and then stalked around it, coming toward the other man and attempting to corner him. He felt almost feral in the excitement of it.
Harry leapt backwards and jumped to his feet, watching Draco with glittering eyes. He reached a hand down to his own cock and stroked himself. "You want it?" he asked, taking another step backwards.
"Yes," Draco growled, moving forwards carefully, watching every flicker of movement Harry made. He would not let the sight of that beautiful cock distract him from getting what he wanted.
Harry grinned, taking another few steps back and then attempting a mad dash to the right, trying to get around the bed so that it stood between Draco and himself.
Draco had been waiting for that crazy Gryffindor charge, timing his leap so that he tackled Harry back onto the bed and landed on top of him.
"Damn," Harry cursed, grinning with narrowed eyes up at Draco. "You're pretty good." His heart was still pounding and his cock was throbbing now.
"I should hope so." Draco grinned, pinning both of Harry's hands. He leaned in and began to nip and lick and suck at Harry's neck and chest.
Harry moaned, Draco's mouth working wonders on his skin. "What are you going to do now that you've caught me?" he asked, moaning again as Draco licked him.
Draco growled in reply, biting one nipple a little harder than usual.
Harry gasped and swallowed, arching beneath Draco. His breathing came heavier as he stared down at him.
Draco continued to bite across Harry's chest, leaving a series of red impressions on the man's chest.
Harry hissed through his teeth and his body arched of its own accord. The little prickles of pain added to his lust somehow and it made it seem like Draco was some type of gorgeous animal again.
Draco cast the non-verbal spell, trapping Harry's hands and then proceeding down his body with his sharp teeth.
Harry cried out with each of Draco's sharp bites, his cock twitching with every movement.
Draco moved down the softer flesh of Harry's stomach, liking the feel of Harry's skin between his teeth and the way he twitched at every press of Draco's jaw. When he got to Harry's hips, he veered around his prize, wanting to save it for last. Instead he continued to bite Harry's thighs, half sitting on the other man still to hold him down.
"Draco!" Harry cried, his head thrown back as he tried in vain to pull his hands down and clutch at Draco's skin or hair or anything. And oh, Merlin, those bites. He loved the sharpness of them and the lingering feeling afterwards, but he wanted more.
Draco repeated the spell, the ropes now holding Harry spread on the bed for him. He grinned wickedly up at his prisoner and continued down his leg.
"Oh, fuck," Harry groaned, half pleasure, half frustration. His brain felt divided. He wanted Draco to let him go, but he wanted to remain tied up. He couldn't decide if the bites hurt or if they felt good. Draco bit him again. Oh, they definitely felt good.
Draco reached Harry's left ankle and then began up the other side on his right, his fingers trailing after the bites, enjoying the marks and Harry's responses.
"Draco," Harry groaned again, trying once again to get loose. He gasped at the nips on his ankles, the skin thin there.
Draco laughed wickedly, repeating the painful bite.
Draco's laughter sent shivers up Harry's spine and he moaned, his body twitching. "Please," he said. "Draco, please."
Draco ignored his lover's pleas, or actually was encouraged by them, continuing up his leg.
Harry tossed his head, panting as the biting continued. He'd never known that the skin of his legs could be so sensitive. He felt the shocks provided by Draco's mouth travel straight to his untouched cock it seemed.
The skin on the inside of Harry's thighs was softer and muskier and made Draco want to bite and lick every inch of it.
Draco was so much closer to Harry's cock now and he wanted something to happen to it so badly. Anything, something, anything. "Draco, please," he gasped, his muscles tensing for a second at a sharp bite.
Draco raised his face between Harry's legs, looking down and licking his lips. He closed his eyes, enjoying the scent of the other man and lowering his face slowly. He licked at the very soft flesh of Harry's scrotum.
Harry groaned, wanting Draco's mouth on his cock. He tried to push his groin up into Draco's face, his cock aching with need.
Draco licked and sucked and felt like he could devour Harry's skin. He brought up his hand to cup that soft sack as he licked at the shaft above it.
"Yes," Harry panted, his face flushed and his eyes closed. He licked at his dry lips, still feeling the bites all over his body and now the new, very much wanted, pleasure of Draco's mouth on his erection.
Draco flattened his tongue against the surface and gave long, slow licks up Harry's cock, but not the crown. He loved the way his lover squirmed and panted, wanting more.
That first lick had felt very good, but now the licks felt like torture, each one seeming to get closer to the head of his cock and then stopping short. He wanted to scream and he struggled with the ropes again. "Draco! Please!" he begged, panting still.
Draco stopped, looking up at his lover. His breath caught at the sight. There was absolutely nothing more beautiful than this. He waited until Harry looked down again, looking into his eyes.
Harry met Draco's darkened eyes with his own. "Please," he said again. He could hardly think. All he knew was that his cock felt as if it were about to explode, and not in the way he wanted it to.
"Yours," Draco said, his mouth closing over the head of Harry's cock, his eyes still looking at his lover as he did. His tongue swirled over the glans and he groaned at the pleasure of it.
"Yes," Harry moaned, his whole body seeming to jolt with pleasure as Draco's mouth finally closed on him. "Yes, Draco."
Draco breathed through his nose, sliding his mouth down and back, each time taking more. Moments like these he missed his hand more than most, as he had to decide between lowering his fingers or bringing them up to grasp the base of Harry's cock. He chose the latter, wrapping long fingers around and steadying it.
Harry would’ve liked to spread his legs wider and bury his hands in Draco's hair, but he could only moan and toss his head about, trying to do anything to lessen his need to touch Draco.
Draco slid deeper, feeling his throat clench around the intrusion and concentrating to synchronise his breathing on each plunge.
"Yes, Draco!" Harry cried, his body shuddering. "Yes!" The muscles in his thighs quivered as he began to feel his approaching orgasm.
Draco could feel the power rising and the trembling in his body. He took several deep breaths and then plunged deep, bringing his teeth down gently, but firmly around the base of Harry's cock.
Harry gasped loudly, the slight pain, or pressure really, of Draco's teeth on his cock surprisingly giving him just enough to be pushed over the edge. He came hard into Draco's mouth, straining his arms to try and hold onto something.
Draco pulled back only enough to breathe and swallow, his hand pumping Harry dry. He licked and sucked until Harry was spent. He sat back up on his knees and looked down, licking his lips.
Harry was panting, tiny half-moans still escaping him. He looked up at Draco with lidded green eyes.
He grinned, hands on hips, his erection jutting from his lap as he looked down at Harry. "Now you need to get free," Draco said.
"What?" Harry asked weakly. Not much made sense to his brain right then.
Draco climbed over his lover's leg and off the bed, resuming the position he had started the evening in, staring down at his lover.
Harry groaned, realising what Draco wanted him to do. It was not going to be quite the same as earlier. He concentrated on trying to get the ropes to release him. When he opened his eyes, he was still very much tied up.
Draco raised his left leg, resting his foot on the bed so that he was as much on display as possible. He reached his hand down and began to stroke his own cock. "Would you like to suck me, Harry?" he asked in a teasing voice.
"Oh, fuck yes," Harry groaned, opening his eyes to stare at Draco's cock. He swallowed and tried again to do the spell and sighed so heavily it was almost a groan as the ropes disappeared.
"If you want a taste, you will have to come and get it before I come." Draco grinned.
Harry leaped up and seized Draco by the arms, pulling him down to the bed quickly and then rolling him on his back. He brought their mouths crashing together and pulled Draco's hair with his hands, simply because he had been wanting to do it the whole time he'd been tied up.
Draco yelped when Harry threw him to the bed. He shuddered under Harry's fierce kiss, the hair pulling nearly making him come then.
Harry growled, moving to bite Draco hard on the neck and yanking his head back by Draco's hair to give himself more room.
Draco completely surrendered to Harry, absolutely enraptured by his strength and desire. Magic crackled over his skin and he nearly wept in joy with it. The pull on his hair sent shivers down his spine and made his toes curl.
Harry sucked at the bite mark on Draco's neck, but didn't have enough patience to work his way slowly down Draco's body. He slid down him, biting at a few places on his skin, harder than Draco had bitten him, but arriving fairly quickly at his destination.
Draco grabbed the covers with his hand and the construct, holding as Harry's mouth caused him to cry out. It was pain and pleasure and it was perfect.
Harry gripped Draco's cock with his right hand and was tempted to simply stay that way for a bit and make Draco beg, but it was deliciously leaking pre-come and he couldn't make himself wait. He closed his mouth around the head and licked, sucking up the moisture there.
"Oh, yes," Draco moaned, shaking and straining under Harry. He loved the feel of his firm lips and soft tongue on him. He could still taste Harry in his mouth and he was very close.
"Mmm," Harry moaned, taking more of Draco into his mouth. He thought he could feel Draco's cock pulsing and he knew it wasn't going to take long to make him come. Bobbing his head quickly, he didn't bother with any tongue teasing this time. He wanted Draco to come in his mouth. He wanted to drink him up.
"Mine," Draco growled as he came, arching up and spilling into Harry's mouth.
Harry moaned again as Draco's semen flooded his mouth. He swallowed, pulling back, but keeping his mouth on Draco's cock to catch all of it as Draco came.
Draco reached his hand down, digging fingers into his lover's hair as he lay shuddering under him.
Harry licked one last time at Draco's cock, but then pulled back and rested his head against his stomach, suddenly exhausted. The feeling of Draco's fingers in his hair was comforting and relaxing.
Draco stroked Harry's hair gently, chuckling a bit, causing Harry's head to bounce. "Gods, I love you," he said, sighing.
Harry smiled sleepily. "I love you, too," he said.
"Come up here," Draco said, pulling on Harry's hair a bit.
Harry yawned and crawled up Draco's body before falling back to the bed, half covering Draco's side.
"I think I am going to like helping you train." Draco sighed again, his arm around Harry. He was tired and very, very happy.
Harry snorted quietly. "I think I'll like training," he said, kissing Draco's jaw.