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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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36
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40,028
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227
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Chapter Number/Total: 29/36
Chapter Title: Clean
Words: 2480 Words
Draco lay next to Harry, reading a book. He was making steady progress through the Black library.
Harry woke up with a small groan, making the mistake of turning on his side. "Agh!" He fell back on his stomach and buried his face in the pillow.
Draco put the book down, looking worriedly at Harry. "Maybe it wasn't such a good idea," he said. "You should heal them."
"No, I'm fine," Harry answered, yawning a bit. "How do they look?"
Draco lifted the covers and made a face. "Well, these sheets are ruined," he sneered.
Harry bit his lip. "They're still bleeding?"
"They are leaking a bit," Draco said, trying not to react to the smell. It was disturbing to part of him that Harry's blood did this to him.
"Ah ...." Harry reached back, running his hand over the deepest wounds. "You said wait until they scab, right?"
"I don't know what wounds that deep will do without magical healing," Draco said.
Harry bit his lip and sighed. "I guess ... I guess I should heal them," he whispered.
"I wanted to mark you, as you asked," Draco said, "but I don't know if my claws or bite are contaminated."
Harry nodded, already reaching for his wand on the side table.
"Your wand is still downstairs," Draco reminded him.
"Oh." Harry sighed. "Why would your claws be contaminated? You've cut me before."
"Those were only skin deep," Draco said. "Do you want me to get you a Healing Potion?"
"Yes, please," Harry answered.
Draco went to the bathroom and came back with a potion. "We do need to restock soon," he said. "Lift your head to drink," he added, helping Harry.
Harry obediently lifted his head, drinking the potion quickly.
"Be right back again," Draco said and left the room once more.
Harry nodded, a grimace on his face from the taste of the potion.
Draco padded back in and pulled back the covers of the bed, sheets sticking to the dried blood.
"Should I move?" Harry asked.
"Lie still, beauty," Draco whispered, checking the wounds.
Harry lay still, playing with a loose piece of thread from his pillow. "Are they getting better already?"
"Yes," Draco said, using the warm cloth he had brought from the bathroom to wash dried blood from Harry's back.
Harry sighed deeply, the warmth soothing him. "I'll get a proper mark from you," he whispered, relaxing into the bed again. "I will ...."
"Mmhmm," Draco soothed, dipping the cloth in the bowl of warm water he had brought with him and wringing it out. The water turned pink, and he continued to bathe his lover.
Harry shifted against the bed, some of the cuts stinging when the water touched them. "Oh, I didn't tell you yesterday. You have to sign these papers at the Ministry. It has to do with your pardon."
Draco's hand stilled for a minute and then he continued, rinsing the cloth again. "I have to go there?" he asked, sounding unsure.
Harry nodded. "Yeah. Then we can come back home."
Draco was quiet for several minutes. He had washed Harry's back and was now beginning on his arse. "The claw marks on your back are healing very well," he said.
"That's good, I guess," he mumbled, not sounding all that enthusiastic.
Draco shook his head. "I don't want to be seen by anyone," he said.
"We'll be Flooing there ..." Harry murmured.
"And people will see me," Draco continued, voice tense.
Harry bit his lip. "I can do a Glamour charm on you, if you really want."
Draco thought about it. "Yes," he said.
"Okay, I'll do that," Harry said, sighing softly. "We can go today, too, if you want."
"You can't go anywhere, yet," Draco said. "Unless you want to use your wand to heal these punctures. If you want them to scar, then you need to leave them longer."
"The potion isn't healing up those?" Harry asked, smiling a bit. "I'll leave them longer, then."
Draco smirked. "I only gave you a mild potion. Just strong enough to heal minor cuts and stop the bleeding."
"Oh, I didn't know that." Harry grinned. "But I'll have to stay in bed like this?"
"Yes," Draco said. "If you move now, you will re-open the wounds."
"All day?"
"The longer the better." Draco sighed, but then smirked. "I can't reach all the blood."
"Where's the rest?" he asked, trying not to shift again.
Draco couldn't help grin. "Between your arse cheeks," he said.
Harry blushed hard. "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking ...."
"I am thinking that you will have to reach back and spread them if you want me to clean there." Draco laughed.
"You know how sensitive I am," Harry mumbled, reaching back and slowly exposing himself. "Go on before my face actually sets on fire."
Draco's breath hitched at the sight and he licked his lips. He tossed the cloth aside and began to lick instead.
Harry's grip slackened with a groan, pushing his face into the pillow. "I knew you were gonna do that," he said, voice muffled.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, licking and sucking at the blood and his lover's skin.
Harry spread his cheeks wider, his nails digging into the skin. "Draco."
"Mmm?" Draco hummed again as he pressed his face further, having worked his tongue from the top of the crevice down to his lover's tight ring.
"Gonna make me move," Harry moaned, hips twitching with the need to thrust against the sheets.
Moments like these, Draco missed the use of his wand more than anything. "Don't," he said, pointing his tongue and running it in a circle.
Harry clenched with the effort, sweat breaking out on his skin. "I ... God ...."
Draco chuckled, pressing his tongue into the centre.
Harry groaned deeply, his hips thrusting against the bed a moment later.
Draco pulled his tongue back and smirked at Harry's reaction. "You love that, don't you?" he asked.
Harry nodded, pressing his cheek against the pillow as he took a deep breath. "Dunno why ...."
"Feels good," Draco said. "Want more?"
"Yes, I can't help but move a little, though," Harry replied.
Draco sat back up, considering. "If I had my wand, I would bind you," he said.
"I don't want to bind myself," Harry muttered, biting his lip again. "I'll try not to move too much."
"First," Draco said, reaching across him and picking up a pillow, "let's put this under your hips."
Harry lifted his hips. "A pillow would help."
Draco slid the pillow under him, lightly brushing against Harry's cock as he did.
Harry moaned softly, biting his lip hard. "You did that on purpose."
"Is that a complaint, Potter?" Draco teased.
"Don't be a tease, Malfoy," he whispered.
"That's how you like me, isn't it?" the blond laughed.
"Only sometimes," Harry said, grinning.
"And this isn't one of them?" Draco laughed. "You should tell me what it is you want me to do."
"Nope, and you know what I want you to do ...."
"Say it, Potter," Draco commanded in a low voice.
"I want you to make me come," Harry replied quietly, blushing again.
"Yes, yes, I know that part." Draco laughed. "Tell me how."
"Draco, what you were just doing ...."
"Say it," Draco said firmly, unrelenting.
"I want you to ... to lick me," Harry finally said, face red with embarrassment.
"Where? How?" Draco asked.
"My arse ... you know, with your tongue ...."
"Yes, I know," Draco purred, "but I wanted to hear you say it." He ran the back of his hand over the soft, marked skin of Harry's arse. "Spread your legs for me," he said.
Harry opened his legs as wide as he could.
Draco crawled between them, running the backs of his hands up Harry's legs, especially along the soft, unmarked skin of his inner thighs.
"Tickles," Harry murmured, letting out a soft laugh.
"Hold still," Draco said, "and spread yourself for me again."
Harry reached back and spread his cheeks again, breath coming in short pants.
"So, hot for my tongue?" Draco smirked.
"Oh, shush," Harry retorted, scowling a bit.
"I suppose I had better put my tongue to a use you approve of then," Draco said, leaning in and resuming his licks. This time he began with the skin between Harry's balls and his opening.
"You'd better," Harry managed to reply, pushing back a bit.
Draco grinned and resumed his tongue explorations, working his way back to that tight, puckered opening. He pointed his tongue again and began to lightly brush over the muscle.
"Teasing," Harry accused, clenching again.
The muscle relaxed under his tongue and Draco pushed inward, wiggling the tip to stimulate the sensitive flesh.
Letting go, Harry reached back further and slid his fingers into Draco's hair, gripping it tightly. "More," he moaned, gently pushing his head down.
Draco closed his eyes, focusing all his attention on the feel and taste of Harry. He pressed his tongue in further and began to thrust in and out with it.
Satisfied, Harry pulled his hands away and gripped the sheets instead, his hips rocking with the thrusts.
Draco hummed against his lover's skin, loving his response and doing his best to fuck him deep with his tongue.
"So good," Harry whispered, gasping for breath as he pulled at the sheets. "Deeper ..." he urged.
Draco stretched his tongue, trying to reach Harry's prostate as he had earlier. He found it and caressed it with the tip of his tongue.
Harry shuddered from the inside out, moans of gratitude escaping him. "Fuck, keep going," he mumbled incoherently.
Draco did, thrusting his tongue against that spot over and over again.
Harry's orgasm caught him by surprise, his hips pressed against the pillow as he yelled Draco's name.
Draco growled, enjoying Harry's squirming and yelling. He loved being able to do that to him. He licked his opening a few more times and sat back on his heels, looking down at him.
"See ..." Harry said, shifting in the warm wetness under him. "You were supposed to be just cleaning me."
"I didn't hear any objections," Draco said, eyebrow raised.
"Like I could ...." Harry reached to pull away the pillow.
"I would have stopped if you'd wanted me to," Draco said, crawling up beside Harry.
"I mean, I wouldn't want you to stop anyway," Harry answered, pushing the dirty pillow away.
"Good," Draco said. His tongue hurt a bit and his cock was still hard, but it had been worth it.
Harry shifted closer to Draco, reaching out for him. "How do you do that, though?"
"Sounds weird," Draco said, "but I can do a number of things I couldn't do before."
"Yeah, I've noticed. Just don't choke me when we're snogging, okay?"
Draco laughed.
Harry grinned, still moving closer. "Are you okay?"
"Don't move around too much," Draco reminded him.
"I know, I know ... you should move closer to me, then," Harry replied, scowling a bit. This was going to be a long day.
Draco scooted closer, so that Harry could touch him if he liked.
"That's better. Now, I asked ... are you okay? I'm guessing you need help ..." Harry said, smiling a bit.
Draco shifted so the head of his cock brushed against his lover's hip. "You mean this?" He smirked.
Harry bit his lip and nodded. "Yeah, what do you want?"
"Can you raise your head up on your elbows?" Draco asked.
"Uhm ...." Harry tried it, looking curious. "Like that?"
Draco crawled up to the head of the bed and moved the pillows out of the way, handing one to Harry. "Put this under your chest," he said and then sat down with his back against the headboard and his legs on either side of Harry.
Harry shifted up a bit, pushing the pillow under his chest. "What're you doing?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. He knew Draco was in front of him now, but he didn't get what he was thinking.
"Reach out and touch me," Draco said, his voice deep again.
"Oh," Harry whispered, it finally clicking in his mind. He reached out and wrapped his fingers around Draco's cock with a smirk.
Draco gasped, his body trembling at Harry's touch.
Harry stroked him a few times, remembering the last time he was able to do this. "Want me to suck you off?" he asked, voice low and husky.
"Yes," Draco said, and hissed, arching up a bit.
Harry leaned closer and kissed the head, letting his tongue drag around the skin teasingly.
"Good," Draco gasped.
Harry opened his mouth and sucked the head inside, swirling his tongue again. He forgot how much he loved doing this under the right circumstances.
"Mmm," Draco hummed. His head fell back, thunking into the headboard, but he didn't care.
Harry hummed happily at the noise, making sure that he covered his teeth before he began to move down.
"Yes, Harry," Draco purred, "suck me."
Harry sucked harder, slowly beginning to bob his head.
"So good." The blond gasped. "I love your mouth on me!"
Harry moaned softly, reaching to stroke what he couldn't reach.
"Close." Draco moaned again.
Harry continued to suck hard, wanting to taste Draco again.
Draco grabbed the headboard and held tight, claws digging into the wood as he came, filling his lover's mouth.
Harry swallowed as much as he could, continuing to suck lightly throughout Draco's orgasm.
"I missed that," Draco said, still panting.
Harry nodded, shifting back a bit. "Me too," he agreed, smiling.
Draco smiled down at him. "I love you," Draco said, "and not just because you are bloody brilliant in bed."
Harry blushed, grinning. "I love you, too, and you're the good one in bed, anyway."
"I think we are good together," Draco said, reaching to stroke Harry's face with the back of his hand.
"I think so, too," the brunet murmured, closing his eyes and leaning into the soft touch.
Draco's claws curled in as he used the backs of his hands and fingers to touch his lover and looked into those green eyes -- eyes that couldn't see him anymore, but understood him better than ever.
"Are you going to stay in bed with me?" Harry asked after a long moment of silence.
"Can't think of any place I would rather be." Draco sighed.
"Good. I want you to stay, too," Harry mumbled, resting his cheek on his thigh.
"Am I your pillow?" Draco laughed.
"You're where my pillow usually is, so ...."
Draco grabbed a pillow and put it behind his own back, scooting down so that he was more comfortable.
Harry moved with him, lifting his head again then resting it on Draco's lower stomach.
Draco rested his hands on Harry's head, using his claws to gently comb his hair.
Chapter Title: Clean
Words: 2480 Words
Draco lay next to Harry, reading a book. He was making steady progress through the Black library.
Harry woke up with a small groan, making the mistake of turning on his side. "Agh!" He fell back on his stomach and buried his face in the pillow.
Draco put the book down, looking worriedly at Harry. "Maybe it wasn't such a good idea," he said. "You should heal them."
"No, I'm fine," Harry answered, yawning a bit. "How do they look?"
Draco lifted the covers and made a face. "Well, these sheets are ruined," he sneered.
Harry bit his lip. "They're still bleeding?"
"They are leaking a bit," Draco said, trying not to react to the smell. It was disturbing to part of him that Harry's blood did this to him.
"Ah ...." Harry reached back, running his hand over the deepest wounds. "You said wait until they scab, right?"
"I don't know what wounds that deep will do without magical healing," Draco said.
Harry bit his lip and sighed. "I guess ... I guess I should heal them," he whispered.
"I wanted to mark you, as you asked," Draco said, "but I don't know if my claws or bite are contaminated."
Harry nodded, already reaching for his wand on the side table.
"Your wand is still downstairs," Draco reminded him.
"Oh." Harry sighed. "Why would your claws be contaminated? You've cut me before."
"Those were only skin deep," Draco said. "Do you want me to get you a Healing Potion?"
"Yes, please," Harry answered.
Draco went to the bathroom and came back with a potion. "We do need to restock soon," he said. "Lift your head to drink," he added, helping Harry.
Harry obediently lifted his head, drinking the potion quickly.
"Be right back again," Draco said and left the room once more.
Harry nodded, a grimace on his face from the taste of the potion.
Draco padded back in and pulled back the covers of the bed, sheets sticking to the dried blood.
"Should I move?" Harry asked.
"Lie still, beauty," Draco whispered, checking the wounds.
Harry lay still, playing with a loose piece of thread from his pillow. "Are they getting better already?"
"Yes," Draco said, using the warm cloth he had brought from the bathroom to wash dried blood from Harry's back.
Harry sighed deeply, the warmth soothing him. "I'll get a proper mark from you," he whispered, relaxing into the bed again. "I will ...."
"Mmhmm," Draco soothed, dipping the cloth in the bowl of warm water he had brought with him and wringing it out. The water turned pink, and he continued to bathe his lover.
Harry shifted against the bed, some of the cuts stinging when the water touched them. "Oh, I didn't tell you yesterday. You have to sign these papers at the Ministry. It has to do with your pardon."
Draco's hand stilled for a minute and then he continued, rinsing the cloth again. "I have to go there?" he asked, sounding unsure.
Harry nodded. "Yeah. Then we can come back home."
Draco was quiet for several minutes. He had washed Harry's back and was now beginning on his arse. "The claw marks on your back are healing very well," he said.
"That's good, I guess," he mumbled, not sounding all that enthusiastic.
Draco shook his head. "I don't want to be seen by anyone," he said.
"We'll be Flooing there ..." Harry murmured.
"And people will see me," Draco continued, voice tense.
Harry bit his lip. "I can do a Glamour charm on you, if you really want."
Draco thought about it. "Yes," he said.
"Okay, I'll do that," Harry said, sighing softly. "We can go today, too, if you want."
"You can't go anywhere, yet," Draco said. "Unless you want to use your wand to heal these punctures. If you want them to scar, then you need to leave them longer."
"The potion isn't healing up those?" Harry asked, smiling a bit. "I'll leave them longer, then."
Draco smirked. "I only gave you a mild potion. Just strong enough to heal minor cuts and stop the bleeding."
"Oh, I didn't know that." Harry grinned. "But I'll have to stay in bed like this?"
"Yes," Draco said. "If you move now, you will re-open the wounds."
"All day?"
"The longer the better." Draco sighed, but then smirked. "I can't reach all the blood."
"Where's the rest?" he asked, trying not to shift again.
Draco couldn't help grin. "Between your arse cheeks," he said.
Harry blushed hard. "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking ...."
"I am thinking that you will have to reach back and spread them if you want me to clean there." Draco laughed.
"You know how sensitive I am," Harry mumbled, reaching back and slowly exposing himself. "Go on before my face actually sets on fire."
Draco's breath hitched at the sight and he licked his lips. He tossed the cloth aside and began to lick instead.
Harry's grip slackened with a groan, pushing his face into the pillow. "I knew you were gonna do that," he said, voice muffled.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, licking and sucking at the blood and his lover's skin.
Harry spread his cheeks wider, his nails digging into the skin. "Draco."
"Mmm?" Draco hummed again as he pressed his face further, having worked his tongue from the top of the crevice down to his lover's tight ring.
"Gonna make me move," Harry moaned, hips twitching with the need to thrust against the sheets.
Moments like these, Draco missed the use of his wand more than anything. "Don't," he said, pointing his tongue and running it in a circle.
Harry clenched with the effort, sweat breaking out on his skin. "I ... God ...."
Draco chuckled, pressing his tongue into the centre.
Harry groaned deeply, his hips thrusting against the bed a moment later.
Draco pulled his tongue back and smirked at Harry's reaction. "You love that, don't you?" he asked.
Harry nodded, pressing his cheek against the pillow as he took a deep breath. "Dunno why ...."
"Feels good," Draco said. "Want more?"
"Yes, I can't help but move a little, though," Harry replied.
Draco sat back up, considering. "If I had my wand, I would bind you," he said.
"I don't want to bind myself," Harry muttered, biting his lip again. "I'll try not to move too much."
"First," Draco said, reaching across him and picking up a pillow, "let's put this under your hips."
Harry lifted his hips. "A pillow would help."
Draco slid the pillow under him, lightly brushing against Harry's cock as he did.
Harry moaned softly, biting his lip hard. "You did that on purpose."
"Is that a complaint, Potter?" Draco teased.
"Don't be a tease, Malfoy," he whispered.
"That's how you like me, isn't it?" the blond laughed.
"Only sometimes," Harry said, grinning.
"And this isn't one of them?" Draco laughed. "You should tell me what it is you want me to do."
"Nope, and you know what I want you to do ...."
"Say it, Potter," Draco commanded in a low voice.
"I want you to make me come," Harry replied quietly, blushing again.
"Yes, yes, I know that part." Draco laughed. "Tell me how."
"Draco, what you were just doing ...."
"Say it," Draco said firmly, unrelenting.
"I want you to ... to lick me," Harry finally said, face red with embarrassment.
"Where? How?" Draco asked.
"My arse ... you know, with your tongue ...."
"Yes, I know," Draco purred, "but I wanted to hear you say it." He ran the back of his hand over the soft, marked skin of Harry's arse. "Spread your legs for me," he said.
Harry opened his legs as wide as he could.
Draco crawled between them, running the backs of his hands up Harry's legs, especially along the soft, unmarked skin of his inner thighs.
"Tickles," Harry murmured, letting out a soft laugh.
"Hold still," Draco said, "and spread yourself for me again."
Harry reached back and spread his cheeks again, breath coming in short pants.
"So, hot for my tongue?" Draco smirked.
"Oh, shush," Harry retorted, scowling a bit.
"I suppose I had better put my tongue to a use you approve of then," Draco said, leaning in and resuming his licks. This time he began with the skin between Harry's balls and his opening.
"You'd better," Harry managed to reply, pushing back a bit.
Draco grinned and resumed his tongue explorations, working his way back to that tight, puckered opening. He pointed his tongue again and began to lightly brush over the muscle.
"Teasing," Harry accused, clenching again.
The muscle relaxed under his tongue and Draco pushed inward, wiggling the tip to stimulate the sensitive flesh.
Letting go, Harry reached back further and slid his fingers into Draco's hair, gripping it tightly. "More," he moaned, gently pushing his head down.
Draco closed his eyes, focusing all his attention on the feel and taste of Harry. He pressed his tongue in further and began to thrust in and out with it.
Satisfied, Harry pulled his hands away and gripped the sheets instead, his hips rocking with the thrusts.
Draco hummed against his lover's skin, loving his response and doing his best to fuck him deep with his tongue.
"So good," Harry whispered, gasping for breath as he pulled at the sheets. "Deeper ..." he urged.
Draco stretched his tongue, trying to reach Harry's prostate as he had earlier. He found it and caressed it with the tip of his tongue.
Harry shuddered from the inside out, moans of gratitude escaping him. "Fuck, keep going," he mumbled incoherently.
Draco did, thrusting his tongue against that spot over and over again.
Harry's orgasm caught him by surprise, his hips pressed against the pillow as he yelled Draco's name.
Draco growled, enjoying Harry's squirming and yelling. He loved being able to do that to him. He licked his opening a few more times and sat back on his heels, looking down at him.
"See ..." Harry said, shifting in the warm wetness under him. "You were supposed to be just cleaning me."
"I didn't hear any objections," Draco said, eyebrow raised.
"Like I could ...." Harry reached to pull away the pillow.
"I would have stopped if you'd wanted me to," Draco said, crawling up beside Harry.
"I mean, I wouldn't want you to stop anyway," Harry answered, pushing the dirty pillow away.
"Good," Draco said. His tongue hurt a bit and his cock was still hard, but it had been worth it.
Harry shifted closer to Draco, reaching out for him. "How do you do that, though?"
"Sounds weird," Draco said, "but I can do a number of things I couldn't do before."
"Yeah, I've noticed. Just don't choke me when we're snogging, okay?"
Draco laughed.
Harry grinned, still moving closer. "Are you okay?"
"Don't move around too much," Draco reminded him.
"I know, I know ... you should move closer to me, then," Harry replied, scowling a bit. This was going to be a long day.
Draco scooted closer, so that Harry could touch him if he liked.
"That's better. Now, I asked ... are you okay? I'm guessing you need help ..." Harry said, smiling a bit.
Draco shifted so the head of his cock brushed against his lover's hip. "You mean this?" He smirked.
Harry bit his lip and nodded. "Yeah, what do you want?"
"Can you raise your head up on your elbows?" Draco asked.
"Uhm ...." Harry tried it, looking curious. "Like that?"
Draco crawled up to the head of the bed and moved the pillows out of the way, handing one to Harry. "Put this under your chest," he said and then sat down with his back against the headboard and his legs on either side of Harry.
Harry shifted up a bit, pushing the pillow under his chest. "What're you doing?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. He knew Draco was in front of him now, but he didn't get what he was thinking.
"Reach out and touch me," Draco said, his voice deep again.
"Oh," Harry whispered, it finally clicking in his mind. He reached out and wrapped his fingers around Draco's cock with a smirk.
Draco gasped, his body trembling at Harry's touch.
Harry stroked him a few times, remembering the last time he was able to do this. "Want me to suck you off?" he asked, voice low and husky.
"Yes," Draco said, and hissed, arching up a bit.
Harry leaned closer and kissed the head, letting his tongue drag around the skin teasingly.
"Good," Draco gasped.
Harry opened his mouth and sucked the head inside, swirling his tongue again. He forgot how much he loved doing this under the right circumstances.
"Mmm," Draco hummed. His head fell back, thunking into the headboard, but he didn't care.
Harry hummed happily at the noise, making sure that he covered his teeth before he began to move down.
"Yes, Harry," Draco purred, "suck me."
Harry sucked harder, slowly beginning to bob his head.
"So good." The blond gasped. "I love your mouth on me!"
Harry moaned softly, reaching to stroke what he couldn't reach.
"Close." Draco moaned again.
Harry continued to suck hard, wanting to taste Draco again.
Draco grabbed the headboard and held tight, claws digging into the wood as he came, filling his lover's mouth.
Harry swallowed as much as he could, continuing to suck lightly throughout Draco's orgasm.
"I missed that," Draco said, still panting.
Harry nodded, shifting back a bit. "Me too," he agreed, smiling.
Draco smiled down at him. "I love you," Draco said, "and not just because you are bloody brilliant in bed."
Harry blushed, grinning. "I love you, too, and you're the good one in bed, anyway."
"I think we are good together," Draco said, reaching to stroke Harry's face with the back of his hand.
"I think so, too," the brunet murmured, closing his eyes and leaning into the soft touch.
Draco's claws curled in as he used the backs of his hands and fingers to touch his lover and looked into those green eyes -- eyes that couldn't see him anymore, but understood him better than ever.
"Are you going to stay in bed with me?" Harry asked after a long moment of silence.
"Can't think of any place I would rather be." Draco sighed.
"Good. I want you to stay, too," Harry mumbled, resting his cheek on his thigh.
"Am I your pillow?" Draco laughed.
"You're where my pillow usually is, so ...."
Draco grabbed a pillow and put it behind his own back, scooting down so that he was more comfortable.
Harry moved with him, lifting his head again then resting it on Draco's lower stomach.
Draco rested his hands on Harry's head, using his claws to gently comb his hair.