Smokin' Hot

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“Harry!”

“I’m down here!”

Harry looked around in satisfaction at his new flat. It still had a few boxes cluttered in the living room, but most was done. He sat down on the new, light blue chaise lounge chair that faced the large window overlooking the city.

He had left school only a few months previously with good marks and a promising future. On his eighteenth birthday, he had received a shocking surprise when a lawyer had turned up at the Dursleys and telling Harry that he was of age to receive his inheritance.

To say that the Dursleys were angry when they found out Harry’s parents had left him enough money to practically set him up for life was an understatement. Harry had figured that he’d better get out when he had the chance.

The first opportunity he got, he had rented a nice apartment near to the University he was planning to attend. He had put most of the money in savings and used the rest to pay for the flat and the bulk of his college expenses.

Harry sighed happily as he looked around the room. A nice painting of a country lane was hung on one wall and a picture of his parents was on the mantle. A TV stood off to the side along with a bookshelf filled halfway with DVDs and CDs.

He heard a noise on the stairs and looked over to see Draco coming down carrying a cardboard box.

“You have too many jackets. The closet isn’t big enough for my shirts,” Draco said, pouting slightly.

Harry laughed and watched Draco set down the box and join him on the chaise. Draco climbed on it with him, pushing Harry onto his back and pinning him using his wrists.

“You’re laughing because?” he ventured.

“Because you look so good without shirts, maybe it was part of my evil plan when I said I liked this one best.”

“Ah,” Draco said, smirking down at him. “You are a mastermind.”

“Mhmm,” Harry said, grinning at him. “I think we should get you out of this one too.”

Draco allowed Harry to pull off his shirt and toss it to the side, landing on one of the unopened boxes. Draco smirked and grabbed the waist of Harry’s shirt, tearing it off as well.

Harry had asked Draco to move in with him as soon as he found out about the inheritance. He knew he wanted to live with Draco. It hadn’t taken too long to convince Draco, actually. The transition from fuck-buddies to boyfriends had taken a bit of time, especially for Draco to give up having sex with whomever he pleased, but it had all worked out in the end.

Draco had agreed to move in with him, which made Harry very happy.

Draco’s hands slid up Harry’s torso, his fingers running over the tanned chest and up around his neck, pulling him upward into a hot kiss. Harry moaned as Draco’s tongue slid into his mouth, hot and wet.

Draco pulled on Harry’s lower lip, knowing it was his weakness. Harry made a muffled noise of pleasure and his hands came up to Draco’s waist, pulling him down and their erections into contact.

Harry gasped as Draco’s hips connected with his, sending a wave of heat through his body. His breathing became labored as Draco ground his hips into his own. He broke the kiss, gasping for breath.

“Fuuuck, Draco,” he groaned, feeling his jeans growing much too tight. He wanted to feel Draco.

Reaching down, his hands fumbled with the zipper on Draco’s jeans, hastily undoing it and pushing them off his slim hips and to the floor.

Draco allowed him too, busy with Harry’s nipple. His tongue ran over the hard nub, teasing it mercilessly. His teeth bit down on it lightly, causing Harry’s body to arch upward at the touch. He tried to undo his own jeans, but Draco would have none of it.

Swatting away his hand, Draco slowly, and seductively, unbuttoned Harry’s jeans, sliding them over his hips agonizingly slowly. His fingers grazed up Harry’s thigh, whispering over his inner thighs and slipping into his boxers.

Harry groaned loudly as Draco’s fingers teased his cock, brushing over the hard member, but not actually touching it. He moaned as Draco removed his fingers and instead pushed the boxers down completely.

He didn’t touch Harry yet, though. Instead, his hands ran over Harry’s abdomen and up his chest again, followed by his hot tongue, tracing patterns on Harry’s skin. Harry was keening with need as Draco’s tongue traveled slowly up his body, paying particular attention to his nipples and chest.

He grabbed hold of the back of Draco’s head when he reached his neck, licking and sucking ravenously at the skin.

“Draco,” he gasped as he felt Draco’s hand sliding down his body to grasp his leaking cock. Harry’s hips jerked upward at the touch and he groaned.

He wanted Draco so badly it hurt. He needed to feel him, be filled by him, know he was loved by him.

“What do you want?” Draco whispered in Harry’s ear, punctuating his sentence with a sharp lick to Harry’s earlobe.

“Touch me,” Harry gasped, his eyes shut tightly.

“I am,” he heard Draco chuckle.

“Faster!” Harry demanded.

He could feel Draco’s smirk against his neck as his stroking of his cock became faster and harder, pulling and rubbing like Harry liked it.

“Don’t want you to come just yet,” Draco whispered in Harry’s ear, pulling his hand away from Harry’s cock, ignoring the pitiful moan of loss he received.

He reached back for his pants, pulling out of the pocket some lube and a condom. He rolled on the condom, watching Harry’s eyes darken with lust at the sight. He slicked on the lube, moaning softly at his own touch.

“Now what do you want?” he asked, leaning forward again, throwing Harry’s legs over his shoulders and sliding a finger into him.

“Fuck me,” Harry gasped out, barely able to take a full breath. He groaned as Draco slid in a second finger, spreading the two and stretching him.

He removed them to another sound of loss from Harry. Instead, though, they were replaced by his hard cock, sliding through the tight muscles until he was completely surrounded by the heat of Harry’s body.

God, he loved the feel of Harry’s body, so tight and hot. He pulled out and slid back in, slowly gathering momentum with each thrust, sliding back into the tight hole.

Harry was panting and grasping Draco’s hips as he moved in him. His back arched, throwing his hips against Draco’s and a feeling of electricity shot through his body.

“God, Draco!” he cried as Draco’s thrusts became harder and faster, pushing into his body time after time.

“Harry, you—Fuck, Harry,” Draco breathed as his mind slipped. All he knew was the heat of Harry’s body pressing around his cock, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He knew it wouldn’t be long.

He leaned forward and kissed Harry roughly, pushing his tongue into his mouth and biting his lower lip. It didn’t last long, though, as Harry cried out suddenly and he came. His come covered both his and Draco’s chest and his body jerked upward as the lasting climax washed over his body.

Draco took in the sight of Harry coming and knew it was too much. Moments later found him shouting Harry’s name and collapsing, spent, on top of Harry.

They didn’t move for several minutes afterward. Harry reached up and toyed with a piece of Draco’s hair gently. He placed a kiss to Draco’s temple before lying back and sighing contentedly.

“You know,” Draco said suddenly, lifting his head to look around the apartment. “I think I’m gonna like this place.”

Harry smiled and reached up, turning Draco’s head toward him. “I think we both are.”

He gave Draco a soft kiss and smiled at him. Draco smiled also and together, they watched the sun setting beyond the shadow of the distant buildings, setting the sky afire with reds and golds.

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FIN!!