Slipping Through

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Their lips met in a slow and tantalizing kiss. Draco's eyes drifted closed as Harry's tongue asked for entrance into his hot mouth which it was immediately granted.

Harry dipped his tongue experimentally into Draco's mouth, a slight feeling of relief washing over him as he felt Draco respond tentatively. Harry's hand that was curled around Draco’s neck slid up into his short, blonde hair. He was pleased to hear Draco give a low moan as the kiss continued, growing in fervor.

Harry now thrust his tongue deeper into Draco's mouth, tasting the remnants of sweet sugar, left from the fruit and berries. He ran his tongue over Draco's lower lip then pulled it into his mouth, sucking on it hard. Draco let out another moan, his own hands traveling up to Harry's sides.

They slid smoothly under Harry's tee shirt and up his sides, grazing the tanned skin. Harry's body gave an involuntary shudder as Draco's fingers ghosted over his skin, his fingers catching momentarily on Harry's nipples.

"Oh, shit, Draco," Harry murmured as he broke the kiss, stretching his neck back as Draco's talented fingers twisted Harry's nipped seductively.

Harry kissed him once more, a soft unassuming kiss, then fluttered light kisses down to Draco's neck where he attacked the flesh ravenously. He sucked and bit the pale skin, bringing the blood rushing to the surface. He pushed his body forward, lowering Draco onto the couch with Harry on top of him.

Draco didn't protest, but he had no opportunity anyway as Harry bit down on his neck lightly, just hard enough to leave a small mark. The little masochistic part of him screamed its agreement while his more docile side frowned.

"Damn it--" Draco panted as Harry bathed the spot with his soothing tongue. "--You can't-- That fucking--" He never did finish his sentence as the mixture of pain and pleasure was too much.

Harry shifted his body on top of Draco, his now-hard member brushing against Draco's, coming in contact for the first time. The feeling sent a shock wave through Harry's body and he moved again, rubbing them harder together.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned, grinding them harder together. He leaned down and captured Draco's lips in a bruising kiss as he ground his hips against the panting blonde's.

Draco's hands had moved and were now gripping Harry's hips as he thrust them harder into his own. He broke the kiss with a cry as Harry gave a particularly hard thrust and stabbed his erection into Draco's.

"Harry, god!" he yelled, his eyes shut tight as waves of heat crashed over his body.

Harry was breathing hard as he continued to roll his hips torturously against Draco's, and beads of perspiration formed on his body. Draco's hands shoved Harry's shirt up and over his head, flinging it to the side. His hands flew up to Harry's neck, dragging him down into a harsh, needy kiss.

Harry's tongue slid into Draco's mouth, clashing with Draco's own tongue in a fiery battle within. Draco's tongue came up to meet Harry's, making a show of dominance, but Harry beat him down.

Harry's hands now pushed themselves under Draco's shirt, his fingernails scraping along the pale skin. He tore the shirt off, breaking the kiss only momentarily as he pulled it over Draco's head. He kissed Draco ravenously as though dying of hunger and kissing Draco was the only way to cure it.

Finally, they pulled away, panting hard, trying to catch their breath. Harry didn't just waste the time, though. Instead, his hands busied themselves with the zipper on Draco's slacks. He looked up and his eyes locked with Draco's.

Draco's silver-blue eyes watched hungrily as Harry fumbled with the button and zipper. Harry's eyes never left Draco's, though; a part of the difficulty he was having with the pants, he was sure. His emerald green eyes glowed darker with lust as he stared into Draco's eyes.

He finally got the zipper undone and broke his gaze with Draco. He tugged the pants down forcefully, throwing them unceremoniously to the side. Draco's erection sprung from its confines once released, standing erect and begging for attention. His boxers were next to go, joining his pants somewhere off to the side.

Harry leaned down, kissing Draco's taut stomach, his tongue tracing a hot trail down around his navel and lower on his body. Draco writhed underneath him as he moved torturously down his body, closer to his leaking erection.

Harry pressed a kiss to the base of Draco's shaft. He glanced upward and his eyes locked once more with Draco's, if only for a second. He had a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he looked at Draco. Draco could take it no longer and threw his head back against the couch.

"Fuck, Harry," he moaned. "I want you so much."

Harry looked surprised for a moment but didn't let it show as he continued on his way south. He ran his tongue over Draco's throbbing cock, hearing Draco moan louder with every lick.

He flicked his tongue over the head of Draco's member, tasting the salty pre-cum. Draco's hand was in Harry's hair, gripping it tightly. His other hand was curled around the couch cushion, gripping it so tightly his knuckles were white.

Harry licked the underside of Draco's pulsing cock, knowing he could only tease the blonde so long before it got ugly. He ran his tongue over the length of Draco then took the whole of him in his mouth as far as he could go.

Draco let out a surprised cry as Harry's hot, wet mouth engulfed his cock, working skillfully, sucking hard, his tongue swirling all the while over the sensitive organ. Draco's sentences were incoherent to Harry as he sucked harder, moving back and forth over Draco's member.

Draco knew he was coming closer to climax as his muscles tightened. Harry's tongue ran one more time over Draco's hard cock and Draco exploded. His head was thrown back as streams of curse words emitted from his mouth.

Harry let him finish, at once swallowing Draco's release and using his tongue to clean up the excess. Draco had to admit it was damn sexy to see Harry licking up his cum. Harry finished and smirked at Draco, crawling up his body almost catlike.

He leaned in and gave Draco a long, slow kiss, allowing Draco to taste himself on Harry's tongue. He let out a long, contented sigh as Harry pulled away. Harry moved down to his neck, pressing light kisses all along his jaw line and over his throat, sliding his hot tongue over it.

Draco gave a groan as he felt himself growing hard once more from Harry's actions. Harry's hand slid lower to palm Draco's burgeoning erection. He pressed the heel of his hand into Draco's hardening member, rocking it back and forth.

"Fuck," Draco breathed as Harry's hand worked steadily. He was still pressing kisses to Draco's neck, though they were growing in intensity, his teeth nipping at the pale flesh once more.

Harry sucked at Draco's pulsing point, feeling its increased beating. He swiped hos tongue over the spot then pulled away. With difficulty, he reached down and fumbled with the zipper on his own jeans.

Draco moved forward, pushing Harry's hands away and undoing them easily. Harry looked up at him and gave him a small smile, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before tearing the offending article of clothing away from his body.

He grabbed up his wand from the floor, his other hand skimming along Draco's thigh, and whispered a few well-chosen spells. He lifted Draco's legs up, placing them over his shoulders.

Draco's body bucked as he felt Harry's slick fingers entering his body, slipping in and out of his tight muscles.

Harry pushed a second finger through the thick ring of muscles in Draco's body. He loved the way Draco looked as he finger-fucked him; his face flushed, hair askew, his chest heaving as his breath came in sharp gasps.

He finally removed the fingers; unable to stand the pressure that had built up in his own throbbing member. He placed the tip of it at Draco's entrance and pushed in slowly.

Draco's teeth clenched at the intrusion as Harry slid in deeper into his body. His hand came up to grip Harry's arm that he was using to brace himself on either side of Draco. His grip was excruciatingly tight around Harry's arm, but Harry didn't mind.

He began to move slowly, pulling out and thrusting back in at a semi-leisurely pace. He couldn't keep this up for long, though, as Draco's muscles squeezed around his cock, making it impossible for him to think straight.

"Fuck, Draco," he gasped as he moved in and out of the tight body beneath his. "You're so--"

Draco never found out what he was as Harry gave a hard thrust and electricity ripped through his body. His breathing was sharp as Harry slammed into his body, ramming his cock deeper into Draco's body.

His grip on Harry's arm tightened, leaving tiny, red fingernail marks, nearly drawing blood. Harry drove in harder and faster as he felt his climax overtaking him. He didn't want it to be so soon.

He slammed into Draco's body at an alarming rate, his thrusts becoming reckless. He could hold on no longer, though, and he came forcefully, shouting his climax as he shot deep inside Draco. He felt Draco's warm cum covering his stomach and knew that he had climaxed as well.

Harry's breathing was ragged as the aftermath of his climax washed over him. He kept his arms bracing himself upright as his head hung down, his sweaty hair hanging down in front of his eyes. He struggled to keep himself upright and from falling on top of Draco, but his arms gave out as Draco tugged on one of them.

He collapsed on top of Draco, breathing hard. He could feel Draco's chest breathing deeply as they lay there, recovering from their bout of sex. He could hear Draco's heartbeat; it was slowly returning to normal.

At length, Draco shifted and Harry pushed himself off to the side, feeling slightly uncomfortable. He didn't know why he had just done that; he had just gotten a sudden urge, and, because of his stupidity, he had acted on it.

He didn't say anything as he stared at the ceiling of the dungeon room. He wondered what Draco would do; how he would react. He felt the couch move and knew that Draco had propped himself up on his elbow.

He glanced over to find Draco watching him intently. Harry cast him a cautious look but still said nothing. He wondered how long until Draco realized what had just happened and killed him.

"Potter," Draco said slowly. "Are you sure there isn't anything you're keeping from me?"

Harry's eyebrows rose at the unexpected question. "Not that I know of..."

"Really?" Draco's tone was amused and Harry chanced another glance at him. Draco was smirking; his eyes glittered in the room lit only by the sun outside.

"Yes, really," Harry replied cautiously.

"You don't have to hide it from me, Potter. I can tell you've wanted me for a while." He leaned in close to Harry's ear as the words sunk in. He flicked out his tongue over the shell of Harry's ear seductively. "Like I have," he whispered, pressing a light kiss to the ear.

"You what?" Harry asked stupidly and ineloquently.

"Okay, Potter," Draco drawled, moving back from Harry to look down at him. "So I haven't told the whole truth. You expected any better from a Slytherin?" Harry just shrugged, waiting for the explanation he knew was coming. "Blaise didn't tell Granger everything. She thought it was just her, Blaise, and Michael in on the whole trick. Well, it wasn't. I've had a say in this from the start; it was all planned."

"You mean," Harry said slowly. "About the war, you made it all up?!"

"No! Fuck no! That was actually an accident," Draco admitted grudgingly. "You're too pushy for your own good. I still can't believe I told you that."

"So what does Hermione think?" Harry asked, confused.

"She thinks that Blaise was just interested in setting me up." He paused and added, as an afterthought. "Oh, and now she thinks we shagged, though we hadn't..."

"But we have now," Harry said hopefully, watching Draco carefully.

Draco smirked. "We have," he said, leaning over and sliding a hand around Harry's neck. "And next time, I'm topping." He kissed Harry slowly.

Harry broke it, smiling. "So there's going to be a next time?"

"Well, obviously, who could have me just once?" Draco asked pompously, and Harry scoffed.

"It's a wonder you get anyone with that attitude of yours."

"Who cares about my attitude when they could have my body?" Draco retorted, grinning slyly at Harry.

Harry just rolled his eyes. "I can't believe I'm agreeing to do this," he muttered.

"But you are," Draco reminded him, leaning down and kissing him again. Harry pushed his tongue back before breaking it once more.

"How are we supposed to tell people?"

"I'm sure we'll find a way," Draco said, shrugging. "Most of them want it anyway."

Harry had to agree that that was at least true. Draco gave Harry a quick kiss on the cheek before shoving him away. "Now get dressed."

Harry laughed as he rolled off the couch and onto his feet. He had to hunt around for his clothes, them having been tossed all around the room in their earlier fervor. He found his boxers on top of the mantle piece and his shirt by the door.

Once he was fully clothed, he looked around for Draco. Draco appeared at his side instantaneously, almost as if he'd been waiting for Harry. He grabbed Harry's hand and gave him a smirk.

"Are you ready for this?"

"I was born ready."

Draco let out a derisive snort but was cut off as Harry kissed him passionately. Draco's hand dropped Harry's hand, sliding up into his dark, messy hair. He moaned softly into the kiss and pulled away unwillingly. He pulled out his wand and Harry grabbed his other hand. He looked down at the two and smiled slightly.

He preformed the unlocking spells that he had set earlier and they pulled open the door, hand in hand. They stepped out and were at once blinded by the white flash of a camera.

"I got it!" came a triumphant voice from beyond the blinking white lights of Harry's vision.

Then there was a shriek and the corridor was ablaze with red and blue sparks coming from a furious Draco Malfoy's wand.


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A/N: Happy Friday! And happy 4/20 but um, drugs are bad. Don't do them. So please review!