Harry Potter and The Bound Prince (BP1)
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You Shatter Me
Chapter Number/Total: 8/37
Chapter Title: You Shatter Me
Words: 3055 Words
May 4
Harry had only had about an hour of sleep after he'd finally gone to bed. He didn't feel like moving, he didn't feel like eating, he didn't feel like doing anything. Ron literally pulled him out of bed the next morning.
He argued with Ron and Hermione about going to breakfast, saying he wasn't hungry.
"Harry!" Hermione had yelled at him. "This thing with Malfoy has to stop! It's making you crazy!"
Harry had closed his eyes tightly. "Just shut up," he'd said meanly. "I'll go, just shut up." Hermione looked like she was going to cry, and Harry couldn't bring himself to comfort her.
He did go to breakfast, but he didn't see Draco there. A part of him was glad that he didn't have to face him, but he couldn't help but worry.
***
Draco didn't know how long he had lain in the room after Harry left. Finally, he'd pulled himself up and finished dressing. He'd had to do several charms to hide how bad his face looked. Luck was with him for once and he made it back to the dorms without getting caught, even if it was the middle of the night.
He didn't move from his bed all morning. Crabbe and Goyle both came in to ask if he wanted to get up, but seemed relieved to be let loose of service for the day when he told them, "Fuck off and leave me alone."
He debated Quidditch practice for a while with himself, but eventually decided to ignore that as well. He didn't know if it was because they were all afraid of him or just didn't give a damn, but no one bothered him for the rest of the day.
***
When Harry didn't see Draco anywhere, all day long, he gave in to himself and checked the Marauder's Map to see where he was. He saw that he was in the Slytherin dungeons, where Harry had expected him to be, but it was nice to know for sure anyway. Fuck, why did he even care? Draco obviously didn't care much about him. Why had he been such a fucking sap and told him that he loved him?
In the dungeon, time was hard to keep track of, especially when drifting in and out of consciousness through most of the day. Draco realised it was evening when he heard the first-years making a ruckus in the common room after dinner. He dragged himself out of bed and into the shower. He dressed again and slipped out of the dorms, heading for the seventh floor.
Harry had kept his map nearby since dinner, periodically checking on Draco. When he saw that he was heading for the Room of Requirement, his stomach lurched. He wondered if he should go at all. No, I'm not going to go, he thought to himself, but the thought didn't last long. He was grabbing his Cloak and heading out the portrait hole within a few minutes. He ignored Ron and Hermione completely. When he reached the seventh floor, he didn't go in, he just stood outside, still wondering if he was an idiot to be doing this at all. He stood waiting for Draco, pressed up against the wall so that he wouldn't run into him. He still wasn't sure if he was going to allow Draco to see him at all.
When Draco came around the corner, it took all Harry had not to reach out and touch him. He watched as Draco walked in front of the door three times, thinking the blond looked a bit nervous. Harry just stood there, still wondering what to do.
Draco was almost afraid to go inside the room. He wasn't sure what he would find. He supposed his own ambivalence about his ‘mission’ meant that the room was equally unclear of what he wanted. It meant that Draco never really knew what he would find on the other side of the door when he opened it. His hand was shaking as he reached for the handle and turned, opening the door and looking inside. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the sitting room instead of the huge room with the cabinet. Apparently, the room didn't want him to work on the cabinet tonight. He took several gulps of air and then stepped in, shutting the door behind him.
Harry remained outside the room for a few more minutes, still battling with himself. Finally, he pulled his Cloak off and very, very quietly, he knocked. He took in a large breath and sighed, hoping that he was doing the right thing.
Draco sat down on the sofa, his hand caressing the spot where Harry had been sitting. Had it really only been a few days? He had lost track of time. He closed his eyes, imagining Harry sitting there with that flushed and angry face. He wanted to kiss him again, to touch him. He sobbed, feeling like there was an iron band around his heart. He startled when he heard a sound at the door. Frowning, he got up and walked over, listening.
Harry frowned when no one answered and he lost his nerve. He slid down to the floor and put his head in his hands, feeling even more foolish than before. "I'm sorry, Draco," he said quietly.
Draco heard a sound again. Puzzled, he pulled his wand before opening the door. He was startled to find Harry sitting on the floor.
Harry looked up quickly when the door opened, eyes wide. He didn't say anything, just stared.
Draco stood silently looking down into those green eyes. They always seemed to undo him, and this time was no exception. He felt he should yell at Harry for being here again, but instead, he started trembling and gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the tears that were welling up in his eyes.
"Draco, I --" Harry began, but he couldn't even speak. He got to his feet and stood in front of him, looking at the floor.
Draco was losing the battle with himself and he knew it. The tears started rolling down his face. He turned his back on Harry, standing rigid and unable to move.
Harry looked up and saw Draco crying. He felt like a complete and utter arsehole. "Draco, I'm – I'm sorry," he said, just barely brushing his fingers over Draco's shoulder. His own eyes were starting to burn, but he held his tears off.
Draco's stiffened at Harry's touch, gasping. His chin dropped to his chest and he was afraid to move. He should shove Harry away, but he didn't have the willpower to do it.
Harry wanted to wrap his arms around Draco, but he was afraid to. He didn't know what Draco would do if he attempted it. He closed his eyes, the tears threatening to fall. "Do you want me to go?" he asked quietly.
The trembling in Draco's body grew. He felt like he could shatter into a million pieces. He wanted more than anything in the world to take Harry in his arms. But if he did, it might cause more pain for Harry in the long run. He realised he was a coward, that he wanted this too much. "No," he whispered.
Harry let out a quiet sigh of relief before taking a tiny step forward and touching Draco lightly again. When he didn't move away, Harry slowly wrapped his arms lightly around Draco's waist before resting his forehead on the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, Draco," he whispered again.
"Oh, Gods," Draco sobbed, his head falling back. He was trembling violently now and he couldn't have stopped it to save his life.
Harry hugged him tighter. "Shhh," he whispered. "It's okay, Draco." He felt a single tear slip from his eye. He would hold Draco forever if he had to. He felt so fucking stupid. How could he have left Draco? He knew what he was going through and yet he'd still left, just because Draco wasn't doing what Harry had wanted him to. He felt sick.
Draco laid his hands on top of Harry's, squeezing them. He was dizzy and if Harry hadn't been holding him up at that moment, he realised he would have fallen. He swayed a bit and closed his eyes, trying to take deep breaths to steady himself.
Harry didn't know how long they stood there like that. It felt like a very long time. "Let's go inside," he whispered, rocking Draco slightly. He would never have been able to believe how fragile Draco had become if he wasn't witnessing it for himself. Whatever he was doing was not good; it was affecting everything about the boy. He was thin, and paler than usual. Harry knew that he hadn't eaten in at least two days.
Draco allowed himself to be led back into the room and sat down on the couch. The tea service had reappeared, along with a plate full of sandwiches. Draco leaned back, closing his eyes and trying to reassure himself that, for now, at least, he could relax and enjoy being with Harry.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked, sitting very close to Draco on the couch. He held his hand and stroked it with his thumb, trying to calm the boy, and himself for that matter.
Draco had no answer for that question. So he did the only thing he wanted to do; he pulled on Harry's hand and brought him closer. He looked down into his face and gave a weak smile.
Harry smiled back, sweet, beautiful, relief flooding every part of his body. "Let's not do that anymore," he said, stroking the side of Draco's face.
Draco brought his mouth down, kissing Harry, tasting the salt of their tears mingled on their lips. He hummed into the other boy's mouth, a sense of peace filling him as Harry's breath mingled with his.
Harry kissed back, feeling the world right itself. He pulled Draco down on top of him, holding him close. He didn't want to let Draco go ever again. Merlin, he didn't know if he would be able to.
Draco devoured Harry's mouth, kissing and licking at those soft lips, his hands resting on Harry's chest and his thigh pressed between Harry's legs.
Harry sighed into Draco's mouth, tingles shooting through him. He thrust against Draco's leg, not being able to help himself. It was all okay again. He had Draco back; one short day without him had felt like forever.
Draco ground himself against Harry, feeling like it was all he needed. Everything was good as long as he was touching Harry. He began nibbling his way down Harry's jaw and neck. He was glad Harry wore Muggle clothes on the weekends because the loose neckline saved him from having to fumble with a tie. He found he wanted to suck at that hollow just above Harry's collarbone. He reached his hands down under the hem of the jersey Harry wore and pushed up under it, sighing when he felt warm skin.
Harry moaned and arched into the touch. He wanted Draco to do whatever he felt like doing to him. He would give him complete control. "I'm yours, Draco," he gasped. "Whatever you want. I'm yours."
Draco hummed against Harry and pulled back long enough to strip the shirt off before returning his mouth to the other boy's skin. He ran his deft fingers down Harry's ribs and along the muscles of his stomach until he reached the waistband of Harry's trousers.
Harry moaned at Draco's touch. It felt so incredible, he didn't think he would ever get used to it. He lifted his hips to help Draco undress him, wanting what Draco was going to give him so badly, it hurt.
Draco fumbled a bit with the strange Muggle trousers but managed to get the fasteners undone and strip Harry pretty quickly. As Harry lay on the couch naked, Draco managed to slip out of his own robes before sinking to his knees beside the couch and bringing his mouth down on the nearest of Harry's nipples, his hands playing over skin, reaching down.
Harry was panting now, one hand in Draco's hair, the other in his own. Merlin, Draco sucking on his nipples felt more amazing than Harry thought it should. He could barely think anymore, he just wanted to feel. "Draco," he hissed.
Draco slid one hand up Harry's chest, using his fingers to caress the nipple he had just been suckling. He kissed his way across his chest to the other, licking and nibbling at the hardening bud. His other hand rested just below Harry's belly button, caressing the soft curls there.
Fuck, Draco was doing the teasing thing again. Tears actually began falling from Harry's eyes, the frustration, and hurt, and love, and utter craziness of the last few days finally catching up with him.
Draco was lost in the sensation and taste of Harry. He felt so hungry for him. He felt like he could taste every part of him. His continued to kiss and suck on Harry's skin, down Harry's chest and over his belly, his hand caressing Harry's hip while the other stroked the nipple he had just left wet and hard.
Harry arched again, savouring the feeling of Draco's lips moving across his skin. It felt like they were leaving a trail of fire wherever they went, wonderful, warm, arousing fire. Why couldn't this have happened to them sooner?
Draco ran a hand down Harry's hip to his thigh and slid between his legs, gently pushing them apart. His right hand continued to stroke and play with Harry's chest, before following his mouth down. Draco's eyes focused on Harry's cock in front of him, hard and bobbing as if to get his attention. A small smile played on his lips before he moved beside it, bringing his face into the dark curls around the base, nuzzling and inhaling the musky scent.
"Oh fuck, Draco!" Harry cried. His hands moved down to tangle in Draco's hair, but he didn't try to make him do anything, no matter how much he wanted to.
Draco nuzzled, licked and sucked at the skin and hair around Harry's cock, his hand stroking his thighs and trailing fingertips up to Harry's perineum. The smell and taste was intoxicating. His right hand slid down slowly until he wrapped those long fingers around the base of Harry's erection.
Harry threw his head back, and his mouth fell open in a silent scream. He dug his feet into the material of the couch, trying to do anything to keep from thrusting up into Draco's face. There was such a strong feeling of tingling pleasure in his lower abdomen. He knew that once Draco got going, he wasn't going to last long.
Draco licked his lips and then brought his glistening wet mouth down over the now sticky head of Harry's cock. He opened his mouth, allowing his tongue to slide forward in the same fashion that he did when kissing. He searched the soft tissue and sucked the pre-come as if it were a sweet.
"Oh, fucking hell!" Harry shouted, his voice cracking. He didn't know what to do with himself. He gripped Draco's hair, and then his own, and then the material of the couch. His thighs quivered, and his toes curled, and he felt so fucking incredible.
Draco's hand moved between Harry's legs, gently cupping and squeezing his balls. His mouth slid further down over the sensitive ridge of the head of Harry's cock, tongue running circles around it. He sucked greedily, breathing through his nose in great lungfuls.
Harry couldn't hold back anymore, he had to arch up. He made a long keening sound in the back of his throat. "Oh, fucking hell, Draco, fuck!" he babbled. "Ahh, suck me! Fucking hell, make me come!"
Arching into Draco's mouth pushed Harry's cock toward the back of his throat. Draco swallowed around the thick organ and sucked hard, his hand at the base of Harry's cock keeping it from forcing too far in and choking him. He squeezed gently but firmly with both hands and felt the tightening in Harry's balls that signalled he would come.
"Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" Harry cried as Draco nearly swallowed him whole. He came, shouting Draco's name like it would save his life, and maybe it did. He couldn't even breathe.
Draco swallowed convulsively around Harry's cock, drinking in Harry's semen and his power as it exploded into him. He sucked and swallowed as if his life depended on it, as if it were the only thing that could nourish him.
Harry lay breathing heavily on the couch, his eyes closed, his mouth a bit slack. His glasses were hanging off one ear and his hair was sweaty and sticking to his forehead. He looked a complete mess, but he didn't care one single bit.
Draco licked and sucked until Harry was completely spent and clean. Then he gently released Harry's cock and balls, sliding one hand down to rest on a thigh and the other on Harry's side. He lay his head on Harry, his cheek pressed to the other boy's stomach, and closed his eyes.
Harry swallowed a few times. His mouth was very dry. He buried his hands in Draco's hair again, stroking lightly. "How is it that you manage to reduce me to this state?" he croaked, shaking his head weakly.
"Mmm," was the only sound Draco managed, a smile on his face. He was completely relaxed, still on his knees beside the couch.
Harry sighed and stayed in his position for a few more minutes before tugging on Draco's hair a bit. "Get up here please," he said, smiling down at him.
Draco took a deep breath and tried to move. At first, nothing seemed to happen. It was like the connection to his legs had stopped working. He closed his eyes for a moment and willed himself to move, bringing his hands down to the edge of the couch and pushing up on shaky legs. He crawled in beside Harry on the suddenly deeper sofa, then collapsed against him, head on his shoulder.
Chapter Title: You Shatter Me
Words: 3055 Words
May 4
Harry had only had about an hour of sleep after he'd finally gone to bed. He didn't feel like moving, he didn't feel like eating, he didn't feel like doing anything. Ron literally pulled him out of bed the next morning.
He argued with Ron and Hermione about going to breakfast, saying he wasn't hungry.
"Harry!" Hermione had yelled at him. "This thing with Malfoy has to stop! It's making you crazy!"
Harry had closed his eyes tightly. "Just shut up," he'd said meanly. "I'll go, just shut up." Hermione looked like she was going to cry, and Harry couldn't bring himself to comfort her.
He did go to breakfast, but he didn't see Draco there. A part of him was glad that he didn't have to face him, but he couldn't help but worry.
***
Draco didn't know how long he had lain in the room after Harry left. Finally, he'd pulled himself up and finished dressing. He'd had to do several charms to hide how bad his face looked. Luck was with him for once and he made it back to the dorms without getting caught, even if it was the middle of the night.
He didn't move from his bed all morning. Crabbe and Goyle both came in to ask if he wanted to get up, but seemed relieved to be let loose of service for the day when he told them, "Fuck off and leave me alone."
He debated Quidditch practice for a while with himself, but eventually decided to ignore that as well. He didn't know if it was because they were all afraid of him or just didn't give a damn, but no one bothered him for the rest of the day.
***
When Harry didn't see Draco anywhere, all day long, he gave in to himself and checked the Marauder's Map to see where he was. He saw that he was in the Slytherin dungeons, where Harry had expected him to be, but it was nice to know for sure anyway. Fuck, why did he even care? Draco obviously didn't care much about him. Why had he been such a fucking sap and told him that he loved him?
In the dungeon, time was hard to keep track of, especially when drifting in and out of consciousness through most of the day. Draco realised it was evening when he heard the first-years making a ruckus in the common room after dinner. He dragged himself out of bed and into the shower. He dressed again and slipped out of the dorms, heading for the seventh floor.
Harry had kept his map nearby since dinner, periodically checking on Draco. When he saw that he was heading for the Room of Requirement, his stomach lurched. He wondered if he should go at all. No, I'm not going to go, he thought to himself, but the thought didn't last long. He was grabbing his Cloak and heading out the portrait hole within a few minutes. He ignored Ron and Hermione completely. When he reached the seventh floor, he didn't go in, he just stood outside, still wondering if he was an idiot to be doing this at all. He stood waiting for Draco, pressed up against the wall so that he wouldn't run into him. He still wasn't sure if he was going to allow Draco to see him at all.
When Draco came around the corner, it took all Harry had not to reach out and touch him. He watched as Draco walked in front of the door three times, thinking the blond looked a bit nervous. Harry just stood there, still wondering what to do.
Draco was almost afraid to go inside the room. He wasn't sure what he would find. He supposed his own ambivalence about his ‘mission’ meant that the room was equally unclear of what he wanted. It meant that Draco never really knew what he would find on the other side of the door when he opened it. His hand was shaking as he reached for the handle and turned, opening the door and looking inside. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the sitting room instead of the huge room with the cabinet. Apparently, the room didn't want him to work on the cabinet tonight. He took several gulps of air and then stepped in, shutting the door behind him.
Harry remained outside the room for a few more minutes, still battling with himself. Finally, he pulled his Cloak off and very, very quietly, he knocked. He took in a large breath and sighed, hoping that he was doing the right thing.
Draco sat down on the sofa, his hand caressing the spot where Harry had been sitting. Had it really only been a few days? He had lost track of time. He closed his eyes, imagining Harry sitting there with that flushed and angry face. He wanted to kiss him again, to touch him. He sobbed, feeling like there was an iron band around his heart. He startled when he heard a sound at the door. Frowning, he got up and walked over, listening.
Harry frowned when no one answered and he lost his nerve. He slid down to the floor and put his head in his hands, feeling even more foolish than before. "I'm sorry, Draco," he said quietly.
Draco heard a sound again. Puzzled, he pulled his wand before opening the door. He was startled to find Harry sitting on the floor.
Harry looked up quickly when the door opened, eyes wide. He didn't say anything, just stared.
Draco stood silently looking down into those green eyes. They always seemed to undo him, and this time was no exception. He felt he should yell at Harry for being here again, but instead, he started trembling and gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the tears that were welling up in his eyes.
"Draco, I --" Harry began, but he couldn't even speak. He got to his feet and stood in front of him, looking at the floor.
Draco was losing the battle with himself and he knew it. The tears started rolling down his face. He turned his back on Harry, standing rigid and unable to move.
Harry looked up and saw Draco crying. He felt like a complete and utter arsehole. "Draco, I'm – I'm sorry," he said, just barely brushing his fingers over Draco's shoulder. His own eyes were starting to burn, but he held his tears off.
Draco's stiffened at Harry's touch, gasping. His chin dropped to his chest and he was afraid to move. He should shove Harry away, but he didn't have the willpower to do it.
Harry wanted to wrap his arms around Draco, but he was afraid to. He didn't know what Draco would do if he attempted it. He closed his eyes, the tears threatening to fall. "Do you want me to go?" he asked quietly.
The trembling in Draco's body grew. He felt like he could shatter into a million pieces. He wanted more than anything in the world to take Harry in his arms. But if he did, it might cause more pain for Harry in the long run. He realised he was a coward, that he wanted this too much. "No," he whispered.
Harry let out a quiet sigh of relief before taking a tiny step forward and touching Draco lightly again. When he didn't move away, Harry slowly wrapped his arms lightly around Draco's waist before resting his forehead on the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, Draco," he whispered again.
"Oh, Gods," Draco sobbed, his head falling back. He was trembling violently now and he couldn't have stopped it to save his life.
Harry hugged him tighter. "Shhh," he whispered. "It's okay, Draco." He felt a single tear slip from his eye. He would hold Draco forever if he had to. He felt so fucking stupid. How could he have left Draco? He knew what he was going through and yet he'd still left, just because Draco wasn't doing what Harry had wanted him to. He felt sick.
Draco laid his hands on top of Harry's, squeezing them. He was dizzy and if Harry hadn't been holding him up at that moment, he realised he would have fallen. He swayed a bit and closed his eyes, trying to take deep breaths to steady himself.
Harry didn't know how long they stood there like that. It felt like a very long time. "Let's go inside," he whispered, rocking Draco slightly. He would never have been able to believe how fragile Draco had become if he wasn't witnessing it for himself. Whatever he was doing was not good; it was affecting everything about the boy. He was thin, and paler than usual. Harry knew that he hadn't eaten in at least two days.
Draco allowed himself to be led back into the room and sat down on the couch. The tea service had reappeared, along with a plate full of sandwiches. Draco leaned back, closing his eyes and trying to reassure himself that, for now, at least, he could relax and enjoy being with Harry.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked, sitting very close to Draco on the couch. He held his hand and stroked it with his thumb, trying to calm the boy, and himself for that matter.
Draco had no answer for that question. So he did the only thing he wanted to do; he pulled on Harry's hand and brought him closer. He looked down into his face and gave a weak smile.
Harry smiled back, sweet, beautiful, relief flooding every part of his body. "Let's not do that anymore," he said, stroking the side of Draco's face.
Draco brought his mouth down, kissing Harry, tasting the salt of their tears mingled on their lips. He hummed into the other boy's mouth, a sense of peace filling him as Harry's breath mingled with his.
Harry kissed back, feeling the world right itself. He pulled Draco down on top of him, holding him close. He didn't want to let Draco go ever again. Merlin, he didn't know if he would be able to.
Draco devoured Harry's mouth, kissing and licking at those soft lips, his hands resting on Harry's chest and his thigh pressed between Harry's legs.
Harry sighed into Draco's mouth, tingles shooting through him. He thrust against Draco's leg, not being able to help himself. It was all okay again. He had Draco back; one short day without him had felt like forever.
Draco ground himself against Harry, feeling like it was all he needed. Everything was good as long as he was touching Harry. He began nibbling his way down Harry's jaw and neck. He was glad Harry wore Muggle clothes on the weekends because the loose neckline saved him from having to fumble with a tie. He found he wanted to suck at that hollow just above Harry's collarbone. He reached his hands down under the hem of the jersey Harry wore and pushed up under it, sighing when he felt warm skin.
Harry moaned and arched into the touch. He wanted Draco to do whatever he felt like doing to him. He would give him complete control. "I'm yours, Draco," he gasped. "Whatever you want. I'm yours."
Draco hummed against Harry and pulled back long enough to strip the shirt off before returning his mouth to the other boy's skin. He ran his deft fingers down Harry's ribs and along the muscles of his stomach until he reached the waistband of Harry's trousers.
Harry moaned at Draco's touch. It felt so incredible, he didn't think he would ever get used to it. He lifted his hips to help Draco undress him, wanting what Draco was going to give him so badly, it hurt.
Draco fumbled a bit with the strange Muggle trousers but managed to get the fasteners undone and strip Harry pretty quickly. As Harry lay on the couch naked, Draco managed to slip out of his own robes before sinking to his knees beside the couch and bringing his mouth down on the nearest of Harry's nipples, his hands playing over skin, reaching down.
Harry was panting now, one hand in Draco's hair, the other in his own. Merlin, Draco sucking on his nipples felt more amazing than Harry thought it should. He could barely think anymore, he just wanted to feel. "Draco," he hissed.
Draco slid one hand up Harry's chest, using his fingers to caress the nipple he had just been suckling. He kissed his way across his chest to the other, licking and nibbling at the hardening bud. His other hand rested just below Harry's belly button, caressing the soft curls there.
Fuck, Draco was doing the teasing thing again. Tears actually began falling from Harry's eyes, the frustration, and hurt, and love, and utter craziness of the last few days finally catching up with him.
Draco was lost in the sensation and taste of Harry. He felt so hungry for him. He felt like he could taste every part of him. His continued to kiss and suck on Harry's skin, down Harry's chest and over his belly, his hand caressing Harry's hip while the other stroked the nipple he had just left wet and hard.
Harry arched again, savouring the feeling of Draco's lips moving across his skin. It felt like they were leaving a trail of fire wherever they went, wonderful, warm, arousing fire. Why couldn't this have happened to them sooner?
Draco ran a hand down Harry's hip to his thigh and slid between his legs, gently pushing them apart. His right hand continued to stroke and play with Harry's chest, before following his mouth down. Draco's eyes focused on Harry's cock in front of him, hard and bobbing as if to get his attention. A small smile played on his lips before he moved beside it, bringing his face into the dark curls around the base, nuzzling and inhaling the musky scent.
"Oh fuck, Draco!" Harry cried. His hands moved down to tangle in Draco's hair, but he didn't try to make him do anything, no matter how much he wanted to.
Draco nuzzled, licked and sucked at the skin and hair around Harry's cock, his hand stroking his thighs and trailing fingertips up to Harry's perineum. The smell and taste was intoxicating. His right hand slid down slowly until he wrapped those long fingers around the base of Harry's erection.
Harry threw his head back, and his mouth fell open in a silent scream. He dug his feet into the material of the couch, trying to do anything to keep from thrusting up into Draco's face. There was such a strong feeling of tingling pleasure in his lower abdomen. He knew that once Draco got going, he wasn't going to last long.
Draco licked his lips and then brought his glistening wet mouth down over the now sticky head of Harry's cock. He opened his mouth, allowing his tongue to slide forward in the same fashion that he did when kissing. He searched the soft tissue and sucked the pre-come as if it were a sweet.
"Oh, fucking hell!" Harry shouted, his voice cracking. He didn't know what to do with himself. He gripped Draco's hair, and then his own, and then the material of the couch. His thighs quivered, and his toes curled, and he felt so fucking incredible.
Draco's hand moved between Harry's legs, gently cupping and squeezing his balls. His mouth slid further down over the sensitive ridge of the head of Harry's cock, tongue running circles around it. He sucked greedily, breathing through his nose in great lungfuls.
Harry couldn't hold back anymore, he had to arch up. He made a long keening sound in the back of his throat. "Oh, fucking hell, Draco, fuck!" he babbled. "Ahh, suck me! Fucking hell, make me come!"
Arching into Draco's mouth pushed Harry's cock toward the back of his throat. Draco swallowed around the thick organ and sucked hard, his hand at the base of Harry's cock keeping it from forcing too far in and choking him. He squeezed gently but firmly with both hands and felt the tightening in Harry's balls that signalled he would come.
"Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" Harry cried as Draco nearly swallowed him whole. He came, shouting Draco's name like it would save his life, and maybe it did. He couldn't even breathe.
Draco swallowed convulsively around Harry's cock, drinking in Harry's semen and his power as it exploded into him. He sucked and swallowed as if his life depended on it, as if it were the only thing that could nourish him.
Harry lay breathing heavily on the couch, his eyes closed, his mouth a bit slack. His glasses were hanging off one ear and his hair was sweaty and sticking to his forehead. He looked a complete mess, but he didn't care one single bit.
Draco licked and sucked until Harry was completely spent and clean. Then he gently released Harry's cock and balls, sliding one hand down to rest on a thigh and the other on Harry's side. He lay his head on Harry, his cheek pressed to the other boy's stomach, and closed his eyes.
Harry swallowed a few times. His mouth was very dry. He buried his hands in Draco's hair again, stroking lightly. "How is it that you manage to reduce me to this state?" he croaked, shaking his head weakly.
"Mmm," was the only sound Draco managed, a smile on his face. He was completely relaxed, still on his knees beside the couch.
Harry sighed and stayed in his position for a few more minutes before tugging on Draco's hair a bit. "Get up here please," he said, smiling down at him.
Draco took a deep breath and tried to move. At first, nothing seemed to happen. It was like the connection to his legs had stopped working. He closed his eyes for a moment and willed himself to move, bringing his hands down to the edge of the couch and pushing up on shaky legs. He crawled in beside Harry on the suddenly deeper sofa, then collapsed against him, head on his shoulder.