Inamorato

A/N: w00t! Okay, so the scent Draco got from the Manor is eremurus oil (a flower native to the area that was Persia) and clove oil.

I stayed up until 3AM writing this, so please review; they make me SOOO happy and I alert to updates so leave your e-mail and I'll add you to the list! ~ FA

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Draco gasped as the gold retreated from Harry's eyes, leaving them tricolor once again. It also leached out of his hair, though his skin still shimmered faintly. “Um, Harry?” He questioned softly, unsure if he'd done something wrong, or perhaps offended Harry with his request.

“Shhh...” Harry replied gently, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to Draco's mouth. “I'm not resisting anymore.” He explained soothingly, nuzzling the blonde's neck. “Now shut up and enjoy.”

Draco moaned softly as Harry licked his neck, then dragged his teeth down the sensitive skin of his collarbone. A helpless whimper slipped past pale pink lips when Harry bit down, then sucked that soft, tender skin into his mouth. Draco could practically feel the bruise forming, but didn't care. All that mattered was that hot, wet mouth moving over his neck and that firm, gorgeous ass pressed tightly against his throbbing cock. Even through two layers of fabric, it felt amazing.

Harry gave one last lick to Draco's collarbone then shifted backwards slightly. His wings stopped him. “Shit.” He smiled apologetically at the panting, disheveled boy beneath him. “Er, we're gonna have to try this a different way. Because of my wings.”

Draco couldn't help the amused smirk that slid onto his face. “Harry, if it will get your incredibly sexy mouth on my cock, I'll try anything.”

“Draco!” Harry admonished, blushing deeply. “I can't believe you said that!” He scrambled awkwardly off the bed and said. “Er, can you just, like, sit on the edge of the bed?”

Draco sat up and scooted to the edge of the large bed, swinging his legs over the side. “Should I?” He asked, gesturing to his boxers.

Harry looked up at him from where he knelt. His wings were spread out around his kneeling form, the brilliant white feathers framing his slender, golden body. “Yes.” He smiled, watching intently as Draco shimmied out of the small black silk boxers and kicked them away. “Beautiful.” He breathed.

Draco braced his hands on the mattress behind him, leaning back slightly and spreading his legs. “I know.” He grinned down at Harry and added. “I used to be the most beautiful person at Hogwarts.”

“Oh?” Harry moved closer until he was kneeling between Draco's legs. He ran his hands up Draco's calves, over his knees, and then up his pale, trembling thighs. “Who could possibly be more beautiful than you?”

“You.” Draco breathed the word, silver eyes locked on Harry's tricolor ones. “Only you.” Draco felt, in that moment, that nothing could be more beautiful than the sight of Harry Potter kneeling between his legs, eying him like he was a desert he couldn't wait to devour.

Harry whimpered quietly as his eyes dropped from Draco's, down his pale, slender chest, past his flat, toned stomach, and lower still to the hard, leaking cock between his legs. Harry had never seen another man's cock – outside of the Quidditch locker room – and he'd never seen one hard. He tentatively reached out and wrapped his small, slender hand around it His thumb and middle finger just barely touched...Harry swallowed hard, a bit intimidated suddenly at the idea of it in his mouth, let alone inside him.

The harsh, gasping sound of Draco's breathing and the quiet, whimpering moan he let out when Harry squeezed gently gave him courage. He watched a bead of precome leak from the slit and, before he could lose his nerve, Harry leaned in and licked it up. It was...different, Harry decided. He licked again, more slowly this time. Draco tasted salty and a little bitter, but not unpleasant.

Draco moaned again, fisting his hands in the duvet. He wanted to throw his head back and close his eyes, but couldn't bring himself to tear his gaze away from Harry's dark pink tongue licking the head of his cock like it was an ice cream cone. He looked considering and Draco hoped the Gryffindor boy didn't find the taste unappealing. He only had a few seconds to worry about it.

Harry took a slow, shaky breath then opened his mouth as wide as he could. He sucked the head of Draco's cock into his mouth, inwardly smirking when the blonde let out a strangled scream. He felt fingers tangling in his hair as he took more of Draco's length into his mouth. He sucked gently on the hard, hot flesh and rubbed his tongue against the underside. He pulled his head back and took a breath, then lowered his mouth again. After a few more bobs of his head, Harry decided this really wasn't as hard as he'd thought it would be.

Draco was very vocal, much to Harry's surprised pleasure, moaning and whimpering almost constantly as Harry's hot, wet mouth surrounded his cock again and again. Suddenly Harry's teeth scraped against his sensitive skin. Draco hissed out a breath and his hips jerked up involuntarily. Harry's eyes widened, flying up to meet Draco's intense, heated gaze as the Slytherin's sharp thrust pushed his cock further into Harry's throat.

“Sorry...” Draco groaned, petting Harry's dark hair softly. “I didn't hurt you, did I?”

Harry blinked slowly up at Draco and sucked harder on the cock in his mouth. Draco whimpered softly, realizing Harry must have enjoyed him thrusting like that. He tightened the gentle grip he had on Harry's dark hair and tugged sharply before forcing Harry's head down on his cock. Harry gasped, then moaned, the sound vibrating along Draco's flesh and making the blonde shudder and moan. Draco fisted his hand tighter in Harry's long hair and proceeded to hold the smaller boy's head still while he thrust his hips up, forcefully fucking Harry's mouth.

Harry moaned again at how forceful Draco was being. It was nice to not have to be the strong one...the one in control. He let Draco control whether or not he moved his head and focused on not choking. He did his best to lick as much of the hard flesh as he could, sucking almost desperately whenever Draco pulled out of his mouth. As Harry felt the hard cock hit the back of his throat, he fought down the urge to gag. When he swallowed in a desperate attempt to not gag, he realized that the action made it easier to take Draco that deeply into his mouth.

Draco was panting hard, mesmerized by the sight of Harry's full red lips wrapped around his cock. He thrust harder, nearly screaming as Harry sucked harder and began swallowing around him. The wet, constricting heat combined with the sight of his cock disappearing into that gorgeous mouth was almost enough to push him over the edge. While Draco watched, Harry dropped a hand to the front of his green boxers, rubbing the heel of his hand against his own trapped erection.

As Draco watched Harry touching himself while sucking his cock, he couldn't hold back any longer. “Harry...” He moaned, tugging sharply on his dark hair. “Going to...Nnnnh...”

Rather than allowing Draco to pull him off his cock, Harry merely pulled back halfway and and sucked harder. As Draco made a choked groaning sound, Harry felt his mouth fill with a hot, bitter liquid. Though part of his brain urged him to spit the salty fluid out, the rest of him was too proud of the fact that he'd made Draco Malfoy come in his mouth to give up his reward. He swallowed it down, scrunching his nose up slightly at the sharp aftertaste even as he licked Draco clean.

When Draco finally released his hair, Harry shifted back a little and pressed his hand more firmly against his erection. Draco had to bite his lip to remain silent at the vision Harry made. He was still kneeling before Draco, his hand rubbing almost frantically at his cock. The Slytherin boy watched Harry's eyes flutter closed. That gorgeous mouth – reddened further by Draco's cock – formed a perfect little 'O' and his head fell back, exposing his long, tanned throat. In just a few short moments, Harry's whole body tensed, his mouth falling open as he let out a keening cry. Draco's eyes flicked rapidly from the look of ecstasy on Harry's face to the dark, wet stain spreading across the front of his boxers. Fuck. Nothing had ever been as hot as watching Harry Potter orgasm. Nothing.

After a long, silent moment Harry opened his eyes. He met Draco's and, though he blushed, didn't flinch away from the eye-contact. Harry stood and picked his wand up off the bedside table, waving it and muttering a cleaning charm. “Do you...” Harry bit his lip nervously.

“Do I what, Harry?” Draco asked softly. He laid back on the bed, stretching languidly, completely unabashed about his nudity.

“Do you...” Harry took a deep breath and blurted out. “Would you like to sleep naked together?”

Draco, who had just shifted himself around so his head was on the pillow, froze. “Um...” He blinked a few times, staring in shock at the blushing Gryffindor standing beside the bed. “Are you sure, Harry? Because if you aren't, it's fine.”

“And if I am?” Harry asked hoarsely. For some reason, this felt like a bigger step than what they'd just done. Deciding to take a chance, Harry boldly shoved his boxers down, then stepped out of them.

Draco wiggled around until he was under the comforter, then shifted over towards the center of the bed. “In that case,” He grinned and lifted the comforter up, patting the mattress with his other hand. “Come here.”

Harry crawled onto the bed, sliding in under the covers. Draco rolled onto his back and Harry lay half on top of him. He pillowed his head on Draco's chest, his right arm draped over the slender waist of his...well, his lover. He slid his right leg up and slightly over Draco's thighs, feeling content wrapped around the blonde, skin-to-skin. His wings were draped over his back, with the left one resting partially against the mattress and the right one covering part of Draco as well.

Draco made a small, contented sound. He wrapped his right arm around Harry's slender frame – under his wings – rubbing Harry's back in a soothing way. “Thank you.” He whispered, pressing an affectionate kiss to Harry's dark hair.

“For what?” Harry asked, just as softly. “I mean, do you mean for...you know...that?” He gently stroked Draco's side with his fingertips; it was an absent-minded gesture that Harry was mostly unaware of. “Or for...well, for this?”

Draco was aware of it. “For everything.” He explained, trying to ignore the maddening touches. “For giving me an amazing release...for letting me watch you pleasure yourself...for willingly coming to bed naked...” He pressed another kiss to dark hair and added. “For choosing me.”

“Ah.” Harry's fingers stilled, but Draco felt Harry press closer to him. “Well, you're welcome, I suppose.” Draco felt Harry smile against his skin. “I'm glad you let me choose you, Draco. I really am.”

And, with no other words – for none were needed – the boys drifted off to sleep, their bodies wrapped around each other as though, even unconscious, they couldn't get enough of each other.

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