Sunshine

Okay, a one shot here. I've become distracted with my writing and decided that everything I wrote IRL was crap so I wrote this to distract myself from my crappy novel :(

2/19/07 thanks Hesky fixed that and some punctuation. Thanks for reading and the very nice reviews. *blushes*

3/16/07, just correcting some things, correcting some continutity, yes that wierd little interupt thing in the middle of Draco sucking off Harry. Don't know why I did that so I fixed it and a few other things.

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As I take his nipple into my mouth and worry it, I hear his sighs and moans. His body quivers under mine. His gasps are the very air I breathe. He is my world. I think, how lucky I am that this is all mine? No one else will ever, or has ever, had what I have. He belongs to me, alone. He is mine.

I worry the tiny nub between my teeth, gently licking after to sooth him. I blow across the damp skin, enticing the most erotic of noises from my love. I cannot help but wonder how I, Draco Malfoy, became Harry Potter’s friend, confidant and lover. I can’t help but remember how all his trust and love was handed over to me for safe keeping, how I vowed to myself, and then aloud to him, that I would forever keep his heart safe, protected…

I won’t ever forget what a precious gift that is. His love. His body. His world. These are mine to keep. I will never let them go.

I move down his body. My tongue tasting every inch of skin and he writhes beneath me in anticipation. I love that I can make him lose his inhibitions, make him shake with passion, tremble with need and desire. I am always careful to give him the most pleasure possible. I want to give him pleasure for the rest of our days. His pleasure is my own as I know mine is his.

I love that it is my mouth, my touch, my cock, my love, to which he is willing to submit. I had, at the beginning of our relationship, often wondered why the hero of the Wizarding world so freely submitted in the bedroom. But, thinking about my Harry, (Have I mentioned before he is mine? Well he is.), I came to the conclusion that he had forever been restrained. He had always had to be in control. Even when it seemed to others he was not, he really was. With the filthy Muggles, he had to control himself at all times, else risk their wrath or worse, the fucking Ministry. With Dumbledore and the Order he had to rise to the occasion and eventually be the one in charge, the leader. His friends and school mates, well, with them he had to be the hero. Living up to a reputation he neither asked for nor wanted. He was always guarding himself, never breaking down or showing weakness.

Here, in our bed, he can trust me. He can let me love him. He can let me lead him. He can lose control, breakdown, whatever. I will always be there for him. My heart swells with this knowledge. That he trust me above all others, to protect his secrets, to LOVE him, to allow him to lose that tightly guarded control. Gods in the Wood, he is the greatest gift and I don’t really deserve him, but, I am thankful they have entrusted him to me.

My mouth moves to suck just under his hip bone. He loves that. His moans are causing my cock to throb painfully. That sound runs straight down my spine, directly to my groin. I can never hear it enough. I gently roll his balls between my fingers as I suck and bite across his stomach. I want so badly to bury myself inside him, but I am patient…

Don’t get me wrong I love it when he fucks me. When he takes control and loves every inch of my body. It is superb. Wonderful. Erotic. Sublime. But, nothing, NOTHING, compares to me taking him. Fucking him. Loving him. Every inch of HIM. I adore plunging into his heat. I am addicted to making him moan and writhe and plead and finally sigh with sated satisfaction. I am supremely thankful that I can make him scream with pleasure. It is the best thing that I do. It is the one thing I can give him that no one else can. He told me once that he would never give his heart to another. That he had given it to me and that it was mine to keep.


Imagine? Mine. His heart was mine to keep. FUCK ME! How lucky can a complete and fucking arse like me get? I took those words to heart. I took that responsibility. I knew in that very instant, that I loved this man with everything that I had. I would keep his heart safe.

I finally arrive at his beautiful, erect, pulsing cock. Kissing the tip, I gently suck on the head, licking my way down the deep vein to the base. He begs for more. Gods, that sound thrills me. I gently take his prick into my mouth. Plunging up and down over his throbbing prick, just the way he likes it. His breathing is erratic and he is making all those lovely, incoherent pleas for more.

My hands roam along his soft inner thighs massaging gently as I suck on him. Merlin, he tastes delicious. I love giving him head. It is like heaven to me. He tells me he needs me. I believe him. He never says anything he does not mean. I gently let his prick slide from my mouth and kiss my way back up his delectable body to his mouth.

His mouth is so beautiful. I worship his lips as if they are the most precious thing in the world, as if it is my life’s sustenance. My hands reach for the lube as my mouth distracts him. I coat my fingers and move my hand to his needy, twitching entrance. Gently, I prepare him with my fingers. I never want him to know pain in our love making. I want him to feel my need and desire to please him.

Gods, when did I become such a ponce? When did the great Draco Malfoy become so wrapped up in one man? I don’t really care. I only know that he loves me and his love is never ending and thus, so is mine.

I am amazed at his capacity to love sometimes. He has lived such a horrifying life, yet, his heart remains in tact. His ability to care has never wavered. It was his heart that saved him from death. He tells me it was our love that saved him. I find that hard to believe, but, he never says anything that he does not mean, so, I must rely on his words. I have told him many times that it was his love that saved me. That is the truth. Without him I would be a dead thing, living, yes, but dead on the inside. Harry Potter’s faith protected me, redeemed me.

He is begging me now. He is telling me to stop teasing and ‘Fuck him.’ Merlin’s balls, but that is the most erotic thing anyone has ever said to me.

I continue to suckle his neck, breathing in his scent as I line my self up with his arsehole. Slowly, I ease into my love. Shite, it is the best feeling in the world! I swear to you right now, entering my Harry is like entering into the deepest feelings of love you could ever imagine. I don’t know how else to describe it. When I slide into his body I can feel his love wash over me. Does that sound silly? I don’t care, it’s what I feel, what my body tells me is there.

I lift my head to look in his eyes. They are the brightest jewels I have ever seen. His green eyes lock me in, take me in, and control me. I see devotion, love, passion and I KNOW these are reflected back to him. I wait, watching for him to tell me he is ready. He blinks and shyly smiles at me. I start to move, rocking against him at first, in and out, in and out, in and out…

Our eyes continue to focus on the other, reading each other. Our passions are rising higher and higher becoming more and more urgent. I am plunging into him now. A rhythm that started slow and gentle at first, building to a fire. My cock is on fire inside of him. Every time I take him, it is like a slow burn. It builds and builds to a fire that is uncontrollable then explodes in one huge all consuming flame. Making love to Harry Potter is like nothing I have ever experience. It is a dream of fire and flame and passion and mostly feeling. Sometimes I swear when I come inside my love, there is a golden light surrounding us. It is like the sun. Yes that is it, like the sun; warmth, feeling, comfort, joy.

I feel he is close, I know I am. My thrusts are becoming uncontrolled as his heat envelopes both of us. I reach between us and stroke his hard flesh. I love the silky feel of his hardened cock in my hands. I moan with him at the sensation, my hands on his flesh. We are so close. So very close. There, YES, YES, YES! There it is the glow of his love bursts as does mine and we are there. A flash of light, heat, unbelievable heat and light surrounds us. I scream his name as he shouts mine, trembling together at our release. I shudder and sigh and collapse into his warmth…

In my muddled mind sated with passion, all I can say is…

Fucking Harry is like fucking sunshine.