Akuno\'s Private Potter Collection

WOWWIE! This is my first Potter PWP... Actually, to tell you the truth... It\'s my first PWP ever in any fandom... I just realized that! Hey, it\'s 5 am here, and I\'ve been up all night. I have a right to be slow right now... So, here! Have some male/male smut! YAY... You better thank Sunny for this one, everybody. Start thanking her a lot! OH! And thank me, too, because I wrote it! And HUGGLE DA POTTAR!!!

Title: .......... It\'s a damn PWP! It has no plot! Why does it need a fucking title?! This is just a random act of sex, for Merlin\'s sake!
Rating: most definitely NC-17! No ifs, ands, or buts about it!
parings: Draco/Harry, because I will write nothing else right now... maybe a James/himself one day... that would be fun.... *snuggles daddy Potter*

Draco grabbed Harry and pulled him close. The dark haired boy\'s body was practically vibrating with desire. Bringing his mouth down upon Harry\'s, Draco set to plundering it like starving man. Helpless, Harry reached up to grab Draco\'s shirt, trying to balance himself and bring the other boy closer. Their hips met and Harry pulled back to gasp, his lips red and swollen. \"Gods, Draco!\" he panted. Wasting no time, Draco brought his hand to the back of Harry\'s neck and went back in for another kiss.

Draco led Harry to take a step backwards, and then another, never leaving his mouth with kisses. The back of Harry\'s knees collided with the bed and he fell back words on to it, dragging the blonde on top of him. Laying on Harry, he strattled his thigh and ground his hips against Harry\'s leg, feeling Harry desperately doing the same to Draco\'s own that was pressed against him.

Harry clung to Draco, his hands pulling at his shirt, grabbing at his hips, touching Draco where ever he could. He whimpered and moaned against his lover\'s lips, begging in a that language only lovers speak for Draco to bring him release.

Quickly now, Draco moved back from the boy under him and brought his hands to the buttons of his pants. Snap and zip, the slacks came undone, and Draco pulled them away from Harry\'s hips, down his long legs. Next came the boxers, now wet with Harry\'s excitement. Leaving the shirt on his love, Draco then began to undress himself, easing the buttons of his own shirt through their holes and slipping it slowly off his shoulders. It pooled on the floor around his feet, and then he moved to his fly, deliberately slowing down to watch his lover squirm.

Green eyes were riveted to Draco\'s body, but Harry could not contain himself. He sat up and tore at his shirt, it just barely surviving being pulled over his head. Needy arms reached out for Draco, but the blonde danced away from him, ever so slowly easing his pants down his hips. \"Draco, please....\" Harry nearly cried.

Dropping his pants to the floor, his boxers soon followed, and he stepped out of them towards Harry, into the other boy\'s arms, into his kisses. Naked flesh was hot and together they burned. Draco laid Harry back on the blankets, lifting his lover\'s legs to his shoulders. \"Harry...\" Draco whispered to his mewling love.

\"Oh, Draco.... Oh please....\" Harry was panting, writhing, crying for Draco. From the nightstand, Draco had reached over and pulled out the jar of lubricant, dipping his fingers into the cold of it and covering himself with a gasp. His slick fingers then found their way into Harry, one first and then the others following one at a time. Four fingers were inside Harry before the dark haired boy could take no more, tears streaming down his face as his body writhed and glistened with sweat.

Draco leaned forward, gently capturing Harry\'s lips with his own, kissing his lover so sweetly as he guided himself into the warmth of Harry\'s body. Draco felt Harry gasp against his mouth, felt bodybody under him trembling as he forced himself to relax. \"Easy, love...\" He moaned against the swollen lips under his mouth.

Harry could feel Draco inside him, his cock pulsing with excitement and pleasure as he slowly moved into him. Harry tossed his head and sobbed, his whole body aching with ecstasy, desperate for release. His kisses were demandinot lot letting Draco go at all, only deepening them with more passion. When Draco was finally seated all the way inside him, Harry squirmed and whimpered, his muscles clinching Draco in dire need for his lover to move.

Eager to please, Draco complied and rocked his hips once, twice, three times before he pulled out slowly, only the head of his cock remaining inside his love. Harry whimpered as the blonde pushed his hips forward and slid back into his body. Back inside, Draco rocked against Harry again, urging his lover to meet him in a rhythm. And meet that rythm he did, his hips bucking back to be impaled by Draco\'s invasion, with choked sobs and groans for more.

The pace picked up and they were both panting and moaning, covered in sweat and rocking the bed\'s frame. Draco shifted his lover\'s hips just slightly, and Harry screamed as his prostate was struck. \"There!\" he yelled breathlessly. \"Right- Oh! There! ....Nh, Draco!\"

Harry was gettingal, al, so Draco knew Harry was close to the edge. Just listening to Harry call for him was enough to bring him along in orgasm. \"Oh, Harry! I\'m so close...\" Draco panted, his face buried against the junction of Harry\'s neck and shoulder. He was pounding into the dark haired boy now with no mercy. He was getting so close... \"Harry...! Touch yourself... for me...!\"

\"Oh, yes!\" Harry whimpered as he began stroking himself wildly with one hand, the other gripping at Draco\'s back. His cock was steadily weeping and soaking his flesh, lubricating as he pumped it franticly in his fist. It was only a few moments more before Harry was crying, \"Oh, Draco! I\'m there! Draco!\" as streams of cum spurted from him onto his chest.

Draco felt Harry as he came, the muscles clinching around his cock, milking his own orgasm from him with keening groan as he continued to slam into Harry. His body shuddered against his lover with the ferousity of his completion, leaving him achingly spent as he colapsed on his lover.

In the afterglow, they still clung to each other, exhausted but satiated. Their breathing calmed into slower patterns that matched, breathing in together and out at the same time. Sticky and damp, neither moved to clean up or find a more comfortable position, as they were happy just the way they were.

~ the end ~