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Past Tense, Future Imperfect
Chapter Number/Total: 31/36
Chapter Title: Past Tense, Future Imperfect
Words: 2660 Words
"Will you go with me to the ceremony?" Harry asked softly when they stopped.
"It probably isn't a good idea," Draco said, putting Floo powder in Harry's hand. "I'll go through first again."
Harry nodded slowly, and stepped back, waiting for Draco to go. The blond stepped through, waiting for Harry on the other side. He stumbled through a moment later, bumping into Draco, who caught him in his arms and pulled him tight to his body.
"I wanted you to go with me," Harry mumbled sadly, wrapping his arms around him.
"I'm here," Draco said. "If you saw the way people looked at me, you would change your mind."
Harry sighed again. "Fine. I never wanted to go anyway."
"No," Draco said, pulling back enough to look at his face, "you deserve the award and ... I wish I could see them give it to you."
"I want you to see," Harry answered quietly, pouting like a child.
"Are you hungry?" Draco asked, leading him to the table and then letting go of him.
"A little," Harry mumbled, sitting down at the table. "Don't think I'm giving up, though."
Draco snorted and began putting together sandwiches from their supplies.
"What're you making?" the brunet asked, sliding down in his chair a bit. He could hear Draco moving around and he smiled, glad Draco was getting better at doing things like that.
"Just sandwiches with some of the meat and cheese in the ice box," Draco answered. "Why don't you have a house-elf here?"
"Hermione, really," he answered, grinning. "She isn't too keen on treating them like they're normally treated."
"Yes, well she is neither blind nor does she have claws, so she can do without them," Draco sneered. "It would make things a lot easier."
"True. Maybe I can get Dobby to help us," Harry replied, shrugging.
"Dobby? That barmy house-elf I sent -- I mean that you freed from Father?" Draco asked, stammering awkwardly for a minute.
Harry nodded, raising an eyebrow. "Finish that first sentence."
"Oh, the barmy house-elf we used to have at the Manor," Draco said.
"Oh, yeah. He isn't so bad. Strange, definitely, but loyal."
"Yes, he was always odd," Draco smirked, setting a plate in front of Harry.
"But you said you sent him somewhere," Harry said, pulling the plate close. "Thank you."
"I did?" Draco said, nervously picking at his sandwich.
Harry nodded, taking a bite out of his sandwich. "You did."
"Well, I used to send him on errands all the time," Draco said casually. "Father hated that elf," he added.
"That's why I gave him that sock," Harry said, smiling a bit, "but you liked him enough to send him on errands for you."
"He was weird," Draco said, "but more interesting than the others, and since Father didn't like him, he kind of gave him to me."
"He was your house-elf. Uhm ... sorry I freed your house-elf, I guess," Harry said sounding sheepish.
"It's okay," Draco said, quiet again. "It was fun to see how mad you made Father."
Harry bit his lip and nodded. "He got really mad, but things were different then, so I found it amusing."
"I'm glad the elf helped you," Draco said quietly.
Harry tilted his head. "You had something to do with that?"
Draco took a bite of his sandwich, chewing slowly.
"Well?" Harry picked at his sandwich, curious now.
Draco huffed. "Well, what?" he asked.
"When someone asks someone else a question, they are expected to answer it, Draco," he said, eating a piece he broke off.
"Someone?" Draco snorted.
"Draco, answer the question," Harry said, rolling his eyes.
"Maybe I don't know what you are talking about," Draco sneered.
"But you do, because no one else knew about Dobby helping me," Harry retorted.
"What are you on about, Potter?" Draco asked with a sigh, getting up from the table without finishing his sandwich.
"Draco, come on. It doesn't really matter now, does it? I'm just curious."
"I didn't even like you second year, remember?" Draco sighed.
"But you love me now ...."
Draco's back was turned to Harry, and the blond looked back over his shoulder. "Yes," he said quietly, "I do, and you love me."
"Yes, I love you." He smiled, pushing away his plate. "Thanks for the help, though ... at least, I think it was helpful."
"What do you think I did?" Draco asked quietly, holding on to the counter.
"I think you sent Dobby. Am I right?" he asked.
"Why would I do that? Back then?" Draco asked, watching Harry's face.
"I haven't figured out that part yet, but I will," he replied.
"Finish your sandwich," Draco said, leaning with his back to the counter.
"I'm full," Harry answered.
Draco walked over to the table and picked up Harry's plate.
"Draco." He reached out and caught Draco's wrist, getting up from the seat. "I know you've got your secrets and I've got mine. I don't want to push you into telling me anything, but know that I won't judge you or anything like that."
Draco was trembling. "Did he really help you?" he whispered.
Harry nodded, smiling again. "After getting me in a bit of trouble first, yeah, he did."
"So where is he now?" Draco asked, not pulling away from Harry but looking at the hand around his wrist. It reminded him of the time, just after Harry had been captured when the brunet had first grabbed him.
"Hogwarts, I think," he answered.
"Could he, would you want him to come work for us here?" Draco asked.
"I wouldn't mind. As long as he doesn't punish himself every time he thinks he does something wrong."
"Good," Draco said, breathing having sped up as he waited to see what Harry would do with the hand he was holding. He flashed on that memory of Harry undressing him and kissing him.
Harry ran his thumb over Draco's skin for a moment, stepping closer. "Sometimes I think about the future," Harry said suddenly.
Draco licked his lips, feeling the heat of Harry's body as he stepped close. "The future?" he asked.
"Yeah, about how things are going to be. Is there anything that you've wanted?" Harry asked, moving his hands up and slipping them around Draco's neck.
"You," Draco whispered, trembling at Harry's touch.
"Besides me, Draco," he replied, hopping up on the table and pulling him close again.
Draco allowed himself to be pulled against his lover; he was hard already. He never understood how Harry could do this to him -- had always been able to make him feel things that he wasn't sure he could handle.
Harry hummed, deciding to answer first. "I've always wanted a family."
"A family?" Draco asked, heart clenching painfully at the word.
Harry shrugged. "Yeah, what about you?"
"You mean ... a wife and children?" Draco asked, sounding small as he did so.
"Well, I guess it's different in our case." Harry blushed, wrapping his legs around Draco's legs and pulling him closer.
Draco licked his lips, gasping when Harry pulled him forward so his cock rubbed against his lover's. "Are you talking about us?" he asked, voice nearly cracking.
"We are together now," Harry whispered, running a hand down Draco's arm.
"Yes," Draco whispered, "we are, but you could have anyone."
"I don't want anyone else," Harry reminded him.
"You said you want a family, children?" Draco asked, voice quavering as he did. "I can't give you that."
"Well, I'd want to raise them with you," Harry said, hearing the change in his voice. "What's wrong?"
A tear fell before Draco could stop it, landing on Harry's upturned face. "I am a monster, Harry," he said quietly.
"You aren't," Harry insisted, reaching up and cupping his face. "You aren't. Please believe me if not anyone else."
"I could hurt them," Draco whispered fearfully.
"We'll figure out how to work around your claws, I'm sure. So don't worry about that, Draco," Harry answered, wiping away his lover's tears.
"Father didn't have claws and look what he did," Draco said. "What if I am like him?"
"You'll never be like him," Harry whispered, shaking his head quickly. "Never, Draco."
"How can you know?" Draco asked, tears still falling.
"You wouldn't love me like you do if you were anything like him."
"I never wanted you dead, not really," Draco said in a small voice, forehead resting against Harry's.
"That's the difference between you and him, you have a heart," he said quietly, combing his fingers through the hair at the nape of Draco's neck.
"When Father started talking about his plans that summer," Draco continued, "I was confused. I was mad at you, but I didn't want you to be killed."
"This is why I want to give you everything I can," Harry murmured.
"Potter, you aren't listening," Draco whined. "I am answering the bloody question."
"Oh. So you sent Dobby to warn me," Harry stated, biting his lip.
"I didn't have anyone else to talk to," Draco explained, "so I had been telling the elf about you all along."
"I would've never guessed it was you," Harry murmured, shaking his head. "Ever."
"Yes, you can be pretty clueless," Draco laughed.
"Oh, shush." Harry poked him, scowling a bit.
"Make me." Draco smirked.
"I would, but we both know where that'll lead."
"And the problem with that?" Draco smiled.
"We've already done it on the table," Harry answered.
"Oh, and you didn't like it? Or do you have somewhere else in mind?" Draco laughed.
"I loved it, and, no, I don't have anywhere else in mind. Do you?" Harry asked, laughing at what they were talking about.
"We could see if we could shock Mrs Black's portrait into silence?" Draco laughed again.
"I'd rather not have the competition, though!" Harry grinned.
"Competition?" Draco asked.
"All that screaming. You know she'll scream first," Harry explained.
"Ah, and you are a screamer, Harry," Draco teased, smirking.
Harry blushed, running a hand through his hair. "I can't help it."
Draco leaned in, inhaling his lover's scent as he licked at his lips. "Oh, but I like it," he purred.
"But I'm so loud," Harry mumbled against his lips.
"Oh, yes, you are," Draco purred again, rubbing his lips against Harry's.
"And you like it." Harry pushed his lips against Draco's gently, his hands moving to grip his lover's shoulders. "I like when you growl."
Draco's chuckle turned into a growl and he wasn't sure if it was Harry's words or his touch that did it. He reached for Harry's arse and pulled him tight against himself, lifting him off the table so that Harry had to hold on with his legs.
Harry's legs tightened, his arms slipping around Draco's neck again. "Where are we going?"
"To our room," Draco said, "unless you want that competition after all."
"I'll pass," Harry said, rolling his eyes.
Draco chuckled and carried his lover up the stairs, every step rubbing them together in such a way that he was nearly ready to use the stairs before they made it.
"Bed," Harry said, legs beginning to slip before they made it into the room.
Draco laughed, face pressed against the side of Harry's. "But I thought you preferred the floor," he teased.
"No, I thought you preferred the floor," Harry accused, pulling himself up each time he slipped down.
Draco groaned but shook his head. He could almost swear Harry was doing that on purpose. When they got to the room, he set Harry on the bed. "Didn't you say you wanted to undress me?" he prompted.
"I did?" Harry asked, reaching out and unbuttoning his shirt. "I'd love to, anyway."
"Unless you want to repair it again, I can't undo the buttons," Draco said and sighed, watching Harry as he worked on his clothes.
"It'll take time," Harry said, pushing away the shirt.
Draco snorted but didn't say anything, focusing instead on the feel of Harry's hands sliding the shirt over his shoulders and down his arms. He moaned softly.
Harry smiled, running his hands down and over Draco's chest as well. "You're just as sensitive as I am," he murmured, beginning to undo his lover's trousers.
"Yes," Draco trembled, his nipples hardening as Harry's hand touched his chest.
Harry slowly pushed down Draco's trousers, purposely touching his skin as he did so. "Wish I could see your reaction all the time."
Draco panted, those light touches sending shivers up his spine.
"Step out of them," Harry said, dropping the trousers to the floor and scooting back a bit on the bed.
Draco stepped out of his clothes. "Take yours off before I ruin them," Draco growled.
"Fine," Harry replied, undressing as quickly as he could. "Even though I like when you do."
Draco smirked. "Have to save some of them," he said, voice low. He crawled forward onto the bed, pinning Harry under him just as the other man tossed his clothes on the floor.
"I guess," Harry whispered, shifting under Draco as he got more comfortable. "What're you thinking about, Draco?"
"You," he growled.
"What're you thinking about doing to me?"
Draco was crouched over Harry's body and he lowered himself now, so that they touched from thigh to chest, cocks sliding against each other.
Harry bit his lip and thrust up, moaning softly. "That's it ...."
"Mmm," Draco hummed, his breath on Harry's face as he watched him. He rotated his hips a bit to slide their cocks against each other.
Harry turned his head, looking for Draco's lips. He opened his legs wider and moved with him, making small noises.
Draco teased Harry, barely brushing his lips against his lover's and then evading Harry’s attempts to kiss back.
"Draco," Harry muttered after a moment, still leaning up to kiss him properly.
"Harry," Draco responded, giving those pursed lips a lick with a deep chuckle.
"Come on," Harry pouted.
"What do you want, Harry?" Draco purred.
"A kiss, but you're too busy teasing me," the brunet answered breathlessly.
Draco rewarded him by bringing his lips against Harry's, his tongue sliding between them.
"Mmm ...." Harry opened his mouth wider, his tongue moving to rub against his lover's.
Draco turned his head and his eyelid fluttered shut as he ran his tongue against Harry's, tasting him deeply.
Harry moaned quietly, nipping at Draco's tongue as he reached out, cupping the blond's damaged face.
Draco explored Harry's mouth even as his hips began to rock, pressing their cocks between them.
"Harder," Harry groaned into the kiss, wanting more.
Draco ground his hips against Harry's, growling into the other man's mouth as he did.
Harry angled his hips up and wrapped his legs around Draco's waist tightly. "God ...."
Draco began nipping gently at Harry's chin and then down his neck, still pressing his cock hard against Harry's as he did.
"Draco," Harry whimpered, his heels digging into Draco's lower back. "Close ...."
"Yes," Draco answered and bit Harry's neck, canine teeth sinking into soft flesh and the taste of blood sending him over the edge. He came, thrusting against Harry and growling against his neck.
Harry's gasp turned into a loud groan, his body shuddering underneath Draco as he came.
Draco shuddered too, the heat and smell of Harry's come making his own orgasm seem to spiral out for a long time. Finally, his body began to relax and he released the flesh between his teeth, licking the wound.
Harry made a soft noise, trying to slow down his breathing.
Draco lay his head against Harry's shoulder, face still pressed against his neck. His claws had dug into and ripped the sheets on either side of Harry's head.
"That was nice," Harry mumbled quietly, feeling warm, sticky and content.
Draco laughed weakly. "Nice," he echoed only somewhat sarcastically. He forced himself up to his hands and knees and then lay down beside Harry before pulling him close again.
Chapter Title: Past Tense, Future Imperfect
Words: 2660 Words
"Will you go with me to the ceremony?" Harry asked softly when they stopped.
"It probably isn't a good idea," Draco said, putting Floo powder in Harry's hand. "I'll go through first again."
Harry nodded slowly, and stepped back, waiting for Draco to go. The blond stepped through, waiting for Harry on the other side. He stumbled through a moment later, bumping into Draco, who caught him in his arms and pulled him tight to his body.
"I wanted you to go with me," Harry mumbled sadly, wrapping his arms around him.
"I'm here," Draco said. "If you saw the way people looked at me, you would change your mind."
Harry sighed again. "Fine. I never wanted to go anyway."
"No," Draco said, pulling back enough to look at his face, "you deserve the award and ... I wish I could see them give it to you."
"I want you to see," Harry answered quietly, pouting like a child.
"Are you hungry?" Draco asked, leading him to the table and then letting go of him.
"A little," Harry mumbled, sitting down at the table. "Don't think I'm giving up, though."
Draco snorted and began putting together sandwiches from their supplies.
"What're you making?" the brunet asked, sliding down in his chair a bit. He could hear Draco moving around and he smiled, glad Draco was getting better at doing things like that.
"Just sandwiches with some of the meat and cheese in the ice box," Draco answered. "Why don't you have a house-elf here?"
"Hermione, really," he answered, grinning. "She isn't too keen on treating them like they're normally treated."
"Yes, well she is neither blind nor does she have claws, so she can do without them," Draco sneered. "It would make things a lot easier."
"True. Maybe I can get Dobby to help us," Harry replied, shrugging.
"Dobby? That barmy house-elf I sent -- I mean that you freed from Father?" Draco asked, stammering awkwardly for a minute.
Harry nodded, raising an eyebrow. "Finish that first sentence."
"Oh, the barmy house-elf we used to have at the Manor," Draco said.
"Oh, yeah. He isn't so bad. Strange, definitely, but loyal."
"Yes, he was always odd," Draco smirked, setting a plate in front of Harry.
"But you said you sent him somewhere," Harry said, pulling the plate close. "Thank you."
"I did?" Draco said, nervously picking at his sandwich.
Harry nodded, taking a bite out of his sandwich. "You did."
"Well, I used to send him on errands all the time," Draco said casually. "Father hated that elf," he added.
"That's why I gave him that sock," Harry said, smiling a bit, "but you liked him enough to send him on errands for you."
"He was weird," Draco said, "but more interesting than the others, and since Father didn't like him, he kind of gave him to me."
"He was your house-elf. Uhm ... sorry I freed your house-elf, I guess," Harry said sounding sheepish.
"It's okay," Draco said, quiet again. "It was fun to see how mad you made Father."
Harry bit his lip and nodded. "He got really mad, but things were different then, so I found it amusing."
"I'm glad the elf helped you," Draco said quietly.
Harry tilted his head. "You had something to do with that?"
Draco took a bite of his sandwich, chewing slowly.
"Well?" Harry picked at his sandwich, curious now.
Draco huffed. "Well, what?" he asked.
"When someone asks someone else a question, they are expected to answer it, Draco," he said, eating a piece he broke off.
"Someone?" Draco snorted.
"Draco, answer the question," Harry said, rolling his eyes.
"Maybe I don't know what you are talking about," Draco sneered.
"But you do, because no one else knew about Dobby helping me," Harry retorted.
"What are you on about, Potter?" Draco asked with a sigh, getting up from the table without finishing his sandwich.
"Draco, come on. It doesn't really matter now, does it? I'm just curious."
"I didn't even like you second year, remember?" Draco sighed.
"But you love me now ...."
Draco's back was turned to Harry, and the blond looked back over his shoulder. "Yes," he said quietly, "I do, and you love me."
"Yes, I love you." He smiled, pushing away his plate. "Thanks for the help, though ... at least, I think it was helpful."
"What do you think I did?" Draco asked quietly, holding on to the counter.
"I think you sent Dobby. Am I right?" he asked.
"Why would I do that? Back then?" Draco asked, watching Harry's face.
"I haven't figured out that part yet, but I will," he replied.
"Finish your sandwich," Draco said, leaning with his back to the counter.
"I'm full," Harry answered.
Draco walked over to the table and picked up Harry's plate.
"Draco." He reached out and caught Draco's wrist, getting up from the seat. "I know you've got your secrets and I've got mine. I don't want to push you into telling me anything, but know that I won't judge you or anything like that."
Draco was trembling. "Did he really help you?" he whispered.
Harry nodded, smiling again. "After getting me in a bit of trouble first, yeah, he did."
"So where is he now?" Draco asked, not pulling away from Harry but looking at the hand around his wrist. It reminded him of the time, just after Harry had been captured when the brunet had first grabbed him.
"Hogwarts, I think," he answered.
"Could he, would you want him to come work for us here?" Draco asked.
"I wouldn't mind. As long as he doesn't punish himself every time he thinks he does something wrong."
"Good," Draco said, breathing having sped up as he waited to see what Harry would do with the hand he was holding. He flashed on that memory of Harry undressing him and kissing him.
Harry ran his thumb over Draco's skin for a moment, stepping closer. "Sometimes I think about the future," Harry said suddenly.
Draco licked his lips, feeling the heat of Harry's body as he stepped close. "The future?" he asked.
"Yeah, about how things are going to be. Is there anything that you've wanted?" Harry asked, moving his hands up and slipping them around Draco's neck.
"You," Draco whispered, trembling at Harry's touch.
"Besides me, Draco," he replied, hopping up on the table and pulling him close again.
Draco allowed himself to be pulled against his lover; he was hard already. He never understood how Harry could do this to him -- had always been able to make him feel things that he wasn't sure he could handle.
Harry hummed, deciding to answer first. "I've always wanted a family."
"A family?" Draco asked, heart clenching painfully at the word.
Harry shrugged. "Yeah, what about you?"
"You mean ... a wife and children?" Draco asked, sounding small as he did so.
"Well, I guess it's different in our case." Harry blushed, wrapping his legs around Draco's legs and pulling him closer.
Draco licked his lips, gasping when Harry pulled him forward so his cock rubbed against his lover's. "Are you talking about us?" he asked, voice nearly cracking.
"We are together now," Harry whispered, running a hand down Draco's arm.
"Yes," Draco whispered, "we are, but you could have anyone."
"I don't want anyone else," Harry reminded him.
"You said you want a family, children?" Draco asked, voice quavering as he did. "I can't give you that."
"Well, I'd want to raise them with you," Harry said, hearing the change in his voice. "What's wrong?"
A tear fell before Draco could stop it, landing on Harry's upturned face. "I am a monster, Harry," he said quietly.
"You aren't," Harry insisted, reaching up and cupping his face. "You aren't. Please believe me if not anyone else."
"I could hurt them," Draco whispered fearfully.
"We'll figure out how to work around your claws, I'm sure. So don't worry about that, Draco," Harry answered, wiping away his lover's tears.
"Father didn't have claws and look what he did," Draco said. "What if I am like him?"
"You'll never be like him," Harry whispered, shaking his head quickly. "Never, Draco."
"How can you know?" Draco asked, tears still falling.
"You wouldn't love me like you do if you were anything like him."
"I never wanted you dead, not really," Draco said in a small voice, forehead resting against Harry's.
"That's the difference between you and him, you have a heart," he said quietly, combing his fingers through the hair at the nape of Draco's neck.
"When Father started talking about his plans that summer," Draco continued, "I was confused. I was mad at you, but I didn't want you to be killed."
"This is why I want to give you everything I can," Harry murmured.
"Potter, you aren't listening," Draco whined. "I am answering the bloody question."
"Oh. So you sent Dobby to warn me," Harry stated, biting his lip.
"I didn't have anyone else to talk to," Draco explained, "so I had been telling the elf about you all along."
"I would've never guessed it was you," Harry murmured, shaking his head. "Ever."
"Yes, you can be pretty clueless," Draco laughed.
"Oh, shush." Harry poked him, scowling a bit.
"Make me." Draco smirked.
"I would, but we both know where that'll lead."
"And the problem with that?" Draco smiled.
"We've already done it on the table," Harry answered.
"Oh, and you didn't like it? Or do you have somewhere else in mind?" Draco laughed.
"I loved it, and, no, I don't have anywhere else in mind. Do you?" Harry asked, laughing at what they were talking about.
"We could see if we could shock Mrs Black's portrait into silence?" Draco laughed again.
"I'd rather not have the competition, though!" Harry grinned.
"Competition?" Draco asked.
"All that screaming. You know she'll scream first," Harry explained.
"Ah, and you are a screamer, Harry," Draco teased, smirking.
Harry blushed, running a hand through his hair. "I can't help it."
Draco leaned in, inhaling his lover's scent as he licked at his lips. "Oh, but I like it," he purred.
"But I'm so loud," Harry mumbled against his lips.
"Oh, yes, you are," Draco purred again, rubbing his lips against Harry's.
"And you like it." Harry pushed his lips against Draco's gently, his hands moving to grip his lover's shoulders. "I like when you growl."
Draco's chuckle turned into a growl and he wasn't sure if it was Harry's words or his touch that did it. He reached for Harry's arse and pulled him tight against himself, lifting him off the table so that Harry had to hold on with his legs.
Harry's legs tightened, his arms slipping around Draco's neck again. "Where are we going?"
"To our room," Draco said, "unless you want that competition after all."
"I'll pass," Harry said, rolling his eyes.
Draco chuckled and carried his lover up the stairs, every step rubbing them together in such a way that he was nearly ready to use the stairs before they made it.
"Bed," Harry said, legs beginning to slip before they made it into the room.
Draco laughed, face pressed against the side of Harry's. "But I thought you preferred the floor," he teased.
"No, I thought you preferred the floor," Harry accused, pulling himself up each time he slipped down.
Draco groaned but shook his head. He could almost swear Harry was doing that on purpose. When they got to the room, he set Harry on the bed. "Didn't you say you wanted to undress me?" he prompted.
"I did?" Harry asked, reaching out and unbuttoning his shirt. "I'd love to, anyway."
"Unless you want to repair it again, I can't undo the buttons," Draco said and sighed, watching Harry as he worked on his clothes.
"It'll take time," Harry said, pushing away the shirt.
Draco snorted but didn't say anything, focusing instead on the feel of Harry's hands sliding the shirt over his shoulders and down his arms. He moaned softly.
Harry smiled, running his hands down and over Draco's chest as well. "You're just as sensitive as I am," he murmured, beginning to undo his lover's trousers.
"Yes," Draco trembled, his nipples hardening as Harry's hand touched his chest.
Harry slowly pushed down Draco's trousers, purposely touching his skin as he did so. "Wish I could see your reaction all the time."
Draco panted, those light touches sending shivers up his spine.
"Step out of them," Harry said, dropping the trousers to the floor and scooting back a bit on the bed.
Draco stepped out of his clothes. "Take yours off before I ruin them," Draco growled.
"Fine," Harry replied, undressing as quickly as he could. "Even though I like when you do."
Draco smirked. "Have to save some of them," he said, voice low. He crawled forward onto the bed, pinning Harry under him just as the other man tossed his clothes on the floor.
"I guess," Harry whispered, shifting under Draco as he got more comfortable. "What're you thinking about, Draco?"
"You," he growled.
"What're you thinking about doing to me?"
Draco was crouched over Harry's body and he lowered himself now, so that they touched from thigh to chest, cocks sliding against each other.
Harry bit his lip and thrust up, moaning softly. "That's it ...."
"Mmm," Draco hummed, his breath on Harry's face as he watched him. He rotated his hips a bit to slide their cocks against each other.
Harry turned his head, looking for Draco's lips. He opened his legs wider and moved with him, making small noises.
Draco teased Harry, barely brushing his lips against his lover's and then evading Harry’s attempts to kiss back.
"Draco," Harry muttered after a moment, still leaning up to kiss him properly.
"Harry," Draco responded, giving those pursed lips a lick with a deep chuckle.
"Come on," Harry pouted.
"What do you want, Harry?" Draco purred.
"A kiss, but you're too busy teasing me," the brunet answered breathlessly.
Draco rewarded him by bringing his lips against Harry's, his tongue sliding between them.
"Mmm ...." Harry opened his mouth wider, his tongue moving to rub against his lover's.
Draco turned his head and his eyelid fluttered shut as he ran his tongue against Harry's, tasting him deeply.
Harry moaned quietly, nipping at Draco's tongue as he reached out, cupping the blond's damaged face.
Draco explored Harry's mouth even as his hips began to rock, pressing their cocks between them.
"Harder," Harry groaned into the kiss, wanting more.
Draco ground his hips against Harry's, growling into the other man's mouth as he did.
Harry angled his hips up and wrapped his legs around Draco's waist tightly. "God ...."
Draco began nipping gently at Harry's chin and then down his neck, still pressing his cock hard against Harry's as he did.
"Draco," Harry whimpered, his heels digging into Draco's lower back. "Close ...."
"Yes," Draco answered and bit Harry's neck, canine teeth sinking into soft flesh and the taste of blood sending him over the edge. He came, thrusting against Harry and growling against his neck.
Harry's gasp turned into a loud groan, his body shuddering underneath Draco as he came.
Draco shuddered too, the heat and smell of Harry's come making his own orgasm seem to spiral out for a long time. Finally, his body began to relax and he released the flesh between his teeth, licking the wound.
Harry made a soft noise, trying to slow down his breathing.
Draco lay his head against Harry's shoulder, face still pressed against his neck. His claws had dug into and ripped the sheets on either side of Harry's head.
"That was nice," Harry mumbled quietly, feeling warm, sticky and content.
Draco laughed weakly. "Nice," he echoed only somewhat sarcastically. He forced himself up to his hands and knees and then lay down beside Harry before pulling him close again.