When Words Fail

Up against a hard, uncomfortable brick wall, panting harshly into the night, his breath showing up as vapor in the cool air, Draco could not have been happier had he tried.

Harry thrust up into him brutally, yanking back on his hair to meet him for a desperate kiss, lips mashed together and teeth forgotten in the jumble of their bodies. Scrabbling desperately for leverage against the wall, Draco shoved his pert arse directly into Harry’s crotch, rocketing up again as his spine arched in pleasure and Harry hit that special spot deep inside him.

Harry gripped him roughly by the hips and pushed and prodded, milking Draco’s body for everything it would give him, and it still was not enough. It would not be until one of them broke, one of them came, screaming the other’s name. Until then, Harry brutally attacked both Draco’s body and his mouth, invading him with himself, marking him as his own.

“Mine,” Harry grunted, thrusting harshly, almost on the brink of violently, into Draco’s warmth. Draco whined deep in his throat as Harry hit his prostate once more. His hands landed on top of Harry’s, and he clenched them tightly, rocking with and against Harry, desperate to reach his peak.

“Yours,” Draco cried out breathlessly, moving wantonly against Harry. “Harder,” his voice was pleading now, and Harry knew how desperately he needed to be owned, how he yearned to be taken just like this, rough and brutal, almost forcefully.

Slamming his hips into Draco again, he pulled Draco closer to him. They stood flush against each other, back to front, and Harry could feel the sweat streaming down Draco’s back, pooling in the arch of his spine and collecting in his hair at the nape of his neck.

“Need you,” Harry panted, biting down at the juncture where Draco’s shoulder and neck met. “Want you.”

“Please! Faster, Harry! Now!” Draco moaned; pressing himself even further into Harry’s body in the desperate hope that somehow, Harry could force himself to work just that extra bit harder, faster, abuse his body in ways it had never been abused before.

Harry groaned at the plea in Draco’s voice, and he drove himself to speed the pace up, until the only noises audible over the slapping of his balls meeting Draco’s body were those of their breath, gasping raggedly, as proof of their heated and desperate coupling.

Draco’s hands dove for his erection as Harry sped up his thrusts, and Harry watched keenly over Draco’s shoulder as he beat himself off, stroking himself frantically, his fist a mere blur with the motion.

One of Harry’s hands found its way to Draco’s nipple, and he pinched harshly as he laved Draco’s neck with his tongue. Draco shrieked with surprise, eyes glassing over as Harry hit his prostate yet again.

The walls of Draco’s body were clenching against Harry in the sweetest way possible, and Harry knew Draco was going to come soon.

Harry took this chance to pull completely out of Draco, and Draco whined loudly at the loss, until Harry spun him around and shoved him up against the wall, grasping his legs and forcing him to wrap them around his waist.

Looking up into Draco’s eyes, Harry smirked darkly at him. Draco groaned deeply, head falling against the wall as Harry sheathed himself again inside of Draco’s body.

“So tight,” Harry hissed, eyes closed and head resting against Draco’s shoulder as he doubled his efforts and thrust wildly into Draco’s eager hole. He plundered Draco senseless, deep and hard and rough, and Draco cried out hoarsely as his back scraped against the unforgiving wall.

“Close,” Draco panted out, his body writhing against Harry, eyes closed. It took a huge amount of effort to open them again to look down at Harry.

Harry met his gaze, eyes speaking things he dared not voice out loud, and Draco understood in that moment exactly how much Harry loved him. His lips tightened and he nodded minutely in understanding at Harry, who was continuing to thrust into him for all he was worth. Harry grinned, and that seemed to be enough for now.

Draco once again closed his eyes as Harry gave a particularly hard thrust that Draco was sure he would be feeling for days afterwards. Harry’s tongue traced indecipherable patterns against Draco’s shoulder and collar bone, and a high pitched whimper managed to work its way up Draco’s throat as the hand that wasn’t grasping tightly at his hip surrounded his engorged, leaking prick and began to tug mercilessly.

“Gonna!” he wailed desperately, writhing wildly against Harry, head banging against the wall as he forced the pace faster.

Harry grinned to himself as Draco’s body stiffened, and he bit harshly into Draco’s neck as come began to spurt from Draco’s shaft. Harry continued to plow deeply into Draco's body, and Draco screamed Harry’s name as his come spilt through Harry’s fingers and onto both of their stomachs and chests - some of it even managed to hit Harry in the face, and Draco groaned at the sight of it dripping off of his cheek.

“Mmmm.” Draco slumped bonelessly against the wall and stared down at Harry through his lashes, body still undulating with every plunge of Harry’s hips. “Fuck, Harry, you’re so fucking hot like that,” he groaned, and whimpered when Harry accidentally hit his prostate once again.

Harry could feel the tension building up in his belly, and he met Draco’s eyes as he frantically drove into him.

“Love you,” Harry breathed, eyes closing tightly as he gave a final thrust, grasping Draco’s hips tightly. The bruises of his fingers would linger there for days after their escapade.

Draco’s eyes turned to slits as Harry stiffened and tightened his hold on him, filling him to the brink with his hot seed. “What did you say?” he growled.

He could tell the exact moment when his words affected Harry and Harry realized what he had said to Draco. Never before had either of them uttered those words - the agreement had been that they never would.

Harry gulped audibly, hiding his face in the crook of Draco’s shoulder, fingers going lax against Draco’s hips. Draco could feel the heat radiating from Harry’s face in waves.

“I know,” Harry muttered against Draco’s pale, damp flesh, which illuminated the night beautifully. He lifted his head, cheeks bright pink and emerald eyes glimmering. “I’m sorry, Draco. But I can’t help it. Merlin, I love you so much!”

Draco stared coldly down at Harry, body still wrapped tightly around Harry’s own, and for moments, neither dared to move.

Harry didn’t dare remove his eyes from Draco’s, and although he couldn’t tell what Draco was thinking, he knew that somehow, things were going to be okay. Draco wouldn’t have allowed him to remain sheathed inside of his body for so long, had something been amiss.

Draco’s eyes were calculating, as if he were searching to see if the words that Harry had dared to voice were true. Finally, he cocked an eyebrow at Harry, before allowing a small smirk to curl the corner of his mouth. “All right, Potter,” he finally whispered, caressing Harry’s back with his foot.

Harry’s mouth fell open and he stared, gobsmacked, at Draco, who was smirking fully now. “I…” Words failed him.

Draco let out a short laugh, and began to lower his legs from Harry’s waist. Harry was still reeling, and hadn’t realized that Draco was attempting to dismount him. It was beginning to be rather uncomfortable for Draco’s now strained and protesting muscles, so Draco cleared his throat uncomfortably, and Harry blushed prettily as he pulled away, smiling sheepishly.

They collected their clothes in a slightly awkward silence, and when they were once again fully dressed, Draco grabbed Harry by the elbow, and leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to Harry’s lips. “I love you, too,” he whispered, averting his eyes as heat rose in his cheeks.

Harry stared at him in shock. “Draco?” he asked, somewhat confused.

It took a few moments for Draco to respond, but when he did, he merely leered lasciviously, and, tugging Harry by the arm, he led the way out of the alley. “Take me home, lover,” he demanded, licking his lips in a way that had Harry’s pants tightening immediately.

Harry nodded, dumbstruck, and hastened to pull out his wand and Apparate them away, lust already beginning to cloud his eyes once again.