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“I like them better when they’re open,” Harry replied, grinning in triumph as the last one yielded to his fumbling fingers and he could finally run his hands over creamy soft skin and taut muscles. Draco lifted up so that Harry could slide the shirt down over his shoulders, the material catching where it was folded to the elbows. Harry didn’t bother trying to help him get untangled; he’d already moved on to the fly of Draco’s jeans.

Draco laughed. “I know we’ve spent the last three years rushing this in case Lissa needs something, but she’s not here right now, remember. We don’t have to go quite so fast.”

“Yes we do,” Harry kissed the words into the skin of Draco’s hip, his fingers pulling at the waistband of his jeans. “I need to be inside you, now.”

Draco sucked in a sharp breath and lifted his hips, hands coming down to help Harry wriggle him out of his jeans. “Yeah, that—yeah, yes, please.”

Together they pulled at their jeans, yanking at the stiff fabric and kicking their legs to get free. Harry was nearly thrown off the sofa when Draco bucked his hips up, trying to remove his briefs, and was only saved by Draco grabbing onto his arm just in time. They knocked heads and Harry accidentally kneed Draco in the stomach, getting a sharp elbow dug into his ribs in return.

“We used to be so much better at this,” Draco muttered between chuckles, as they finally extricated themselves from their twists of clothing and limbs.

Harry groaned as their bare cocks came into contact for the first time. “We’re going to do this all the time from now on,” he gasped out, sliding a hand in between them and gripping them together loosely.

“Sounds like a fantastic plan.” Draco arched up and turned slightly, one arm disappearing behind the arm of the sofa, appearing again with a small vial held in his fist. “At some point we’re going to have to hide these better, before Lissa comes across them by accident.” He handed the vial to Harry. “You said something about being inside me? Because I vote for that happening now.”

Harry uncapped the vial and let the silky liquid slip out into his hand. He got more than he needed in his haste, the substance dripping over the edge of his palm and on to Draco’s thighs. Draco groaned and lifted his knees higher, exposing himself even more to Harry’s hungry gaze. He stopped for a moment, just to take in the sight before him.

Draco was flushed, a pretty red blooming in his cheeks and down his neck to his chest. His nipples were hard and pebbled, and his stomach rose and fell sharply in anticipation. His legs trembled ever so slightly where they were pressed against Harry’s ribs, and his cock was hard and waiting, leaking precome steadily over the trail of pale hair leading down from his belly button. Harry’s mouth filled with saliva and he groaned as he leaned down to lick at the pearly white fluid.

“Jesus.” Draco’s hips stuttered, the tip of his cock knocking against Harry’s chin, and Harry wasted no time in opening his mouth wider and sliding halfway down the length. “You’re going to bloody kill me.”

In response, Harry let his hand drift down, his slick fingers tugging at Draco’s balls before sliding down to circle his hole. He sucked lightly, flicking his tongue into Draco’s slit just as he breached him with one finger, and Draco nearly unseated him again as he bucked into the sensations. Harry opened him up slowly, one finger and then two, scissoring to stretch him further before adding a third. He didn’t let up with his mouth the entire time, the taste of Draco on his tongue making his head dizzy and his dick harder than it had ever been before. He didn’t stop until Draco started pulling at his hair, forcing his head away.

“I know I said we didn’t have to rush,” he panted out, “But if you don’t get inside me right now I’m going to come before you even get close.”

Harry whimpered. “Right, yeah, right.”

He pulled his fingers out and used the remaining lube to slick his cock. He slid his hands under Draco’s hips and lifted, shuffling closer on his knees to position himself. Draco reached down between them and Harry had to bite his lip to stop himself from coming over the feel of Draco’s fingers sliding over him, guiding him until he was pressed against him.

“Come on, come on,” Draco muttered, shifting his hips in Harry’s hands and forcing the tip of Harry’s cock inside him. “Mmm yes, more, come on, for fuck’s sake.”

With Draco’s feet wrapped around the backs of his thighs pulling him forwards, Harry slid the rest of the way inside. His eyes rolled back from the pressure, the hot, slick tightness that gripped him and threatened to send him imminently over the edge. Harry leaned down until his forehead was resting against Draco’s and stilled, concentrating on his breathing to stave off his orgasm. Draco let out a contented sigh, his breath skimming over Harry’s parted lips, and he had to lean in and kiss him. For the first time since waking up that morning—longer even, if he took a moment to really think about it—Harry felt like he was exactly where he was supposed to be.

Draco shifted his hips, sending sparks of white hot pleasure up Harry’s spine, and they slowly began to move together. One of Harry’s hands slid up until he found Draco’s, linking their fingers together, pressing their joined hands into the cushions beneath them. They kept on kissing as they moved, not breaking away even when they needed to breathe, their lips staying connected as they breathed the same air together.

When their breaths began to become more desperate, Draco broke away, arching his head over the armrest. Harry buried his nose in Draco’s neck, tongue flicking out and sliding over the tendons, teeth nipping the flushed skin. He let go of Draco’s hip and slipped between their sweaty bodies, curling his fingers around Draco’s hard and leaking cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts, thumb skipping over the head with every upstroke. Draco let out a keening sound high in the back of his throat, and Harry bit down on his neck as he felt warm liquid shooting over his fingers.

Draco tightened up all around him, clenching down onto him, fingernails leaving half moon grooves in his hand and the back of his neck, heels pressing hard into the back of his thighs, sweet, beautiful pressure where they were joined together. Harry choked back the words he wanted to say and let his orgasm overtake him, rushing over him like a wave and stealing his breath and his vision, until it finally receded and all he could see, all he could taste, all he could feel was Draco.