I Already AmWord count:
The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.Author’s Notes:
This was written for hd100
’s current prompt, be mine
, and follows on from Tongue Thing
and Slow and Sweet
Harry led Draco to his dormitory, meeting no resistance from the dazed blond. Harry grinned, flying high on the knowledge that an experienced kiss and confident movements could keep Draco so off-balance. It was adorable; and it continued to be adorable once they were alone, upstairs.
Draco didn’t seem to know where to put his hands, and he gasped in seeming shock when Harry sucked his nipples: Harry wasn’t sure he’d even understood that they were an erogenous zone. He blushed furiously when Harry stripped his boxers from him, hiding himself shyly.
Harry chuckled, and Draco pouted indignantly at him.~*~
“No, I wasn’t laughing at you,” Harry said quickly. “You’re just so sweet.”
Draco’s hot blush deepened.
The innocence there made Harry’s mouth go dry, but he made himself say it. They’d kissed for hours, Harry had fingered him and watched him come, but he didn’t want to push this shy Draco. “You know that we don’t have to, Draco – ”
At that, Draco set his pointy chin and boldly reached forward, touching Harry’s chest.
He let Harry lay him on the bed; his eyes went wide when Harry spread his thighs, but he relaxed and let Harry lie between them.~*~
His cock was just as pretty and pink as his face, and Harry stroked it, watching Draco’s mouth tighten in reaction, then fall open. He stroked over Draco’s perineum before pushing a well-lubed finger inside: so tight. Virginal.
Draco bore bruises from Harry’s hands; Harry had clutched him as they kissed, marking the soft, pale skin of his flank. It made him look fragile.
Draco clutched at Harry’s muscled arms when Harry eventually pushed in, his thighs clenching in shock. Harry rocked gently inside him and listened to the rhythm of his gasps.
Draco was still wide-eyed when he came.~*~
Draco fell asleep almost instantly afterwards, cuddling into Harry’s arms. Harry smiled to himself, his head full of the scent of Draco’s hair. “You’ll be mine, won’t you?” he murmured.
“What?” Draco said dozily, shifting.
“Ssh, I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep, baby, nobody will bother you.”
Draco made a drowsy, agreeing “mmm,” noise and relaxed against Harry’s chest. Harry hugged the warm, heavy weight to himself, loving how easily Draco fell asleep in this Gryffindor room, trusting Harry to protect him.
Then came the murmur, so quiet Harry only just caught it.
“I already am.”