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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter, implied_Sirius_Black/Remus_Lupin
  Character:
      Draco_Malfoy, Harry_Potter
  Additional Tags:
      Sexting, Phone_Sex, Sexual_Fantasy, Implied_Switching, Power_Play, Light
      Dom/sub, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Explicit_Language, Smut, Masturbation,
      Mutual_Masturbation, Fluff, Dialogue_Heavy, AU, Blow_Jobs, Alternate
      Universe, Alternate_Universe_-_No_Magic, Alternate_Universe_-_Theatre,
      this_doesnt_really_make_sense_unless_you_read_part_one, Dirty_Talk, I'm
      Bad_At_Summaries, Harry_and_draco_sext, call_one_another_and_give_each
      other_blowjobs, What_more_could_you_ask_for_honestly, Overuse_of_the_pet
      name_baby, Can_u_believe_they_giggle_their_way_thru_sexual_acts
  Series:
      Part 2 of draco_and_harry:_acting_class
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-01-06 Words: 5383
****** Wanna Hear Your Voice ******
by niveuos
Summary
     Just days after the almost-blowjob at the acting school, Draco is
     very much ready for more. It's a good thing Harry is only a phone
     call away.
Notes
     It's been forever since I posted anything because I'm actually on
     holiday, I've been overseas for about six or so weeks now rip me.
     Anyway this is the sequel to Tightrope, which was a pretty pg theatre
     au where Draco and Harry are in the same acting class and fall for
     one another. It ended with them making out and Draco on his knees but
     they get interrupted by a phone call from narcissa, so this is the
     aftermath, just a bunch of dirty smut tbh. Read the first part for a
     bunch of cute fluff, but the little summary above should be enough if
     you're just feeling for sex lmao
     Many apologies if this is bad, I only have my phone to write on and
     this has been written in tiny paragraph intervals over many days
     since I'm not home. I'm so proud of myself now that it's done lol
     One more thing! (just remembered this after the first proofread) This
     is a slight d/s experiment, I wanted to have no set dom or sub; they
     are very versatile and interchangeable, not in just the sense that
     every time they have sex it's someone else, but in the way that they
     can change the power in the middle of foreplay or sex or anything. I
     was really happy with how it turned out ok
See the end of the work for more notes
After Draco had seen Harry last, he honestly thought he'd be able to hold off
until the following week to see him at class. It went fine for the first couple
days, but then Draco was overcome with a wave of unusual sexual frustration and
jerked himself off three times in one day. It wasn't until late that night,
when he was about to start the fourth time, that he remembered the source of
his sudden bout of sexual desperation. Harry. Why hadn't he contacted him
before now? He had almost sucked him off the last time they saw one another,
after all. But would it be weird to text him at a time like this, when they
hadn't labelled what their relationship meant? As far as Harry was concerned
the pair of them could still be nothing more than best friends having a laugh,
but Draco felt otherwise. Their encounter earlier in the week felt like it
meant too much to be nothing.
With that, Draco sucked it up and sent a text to Harry. It was just gone
eleven, so there was a possibility he was still up.
Remember that time you sent me that message that talked about not repeating it
if it went badly and shit?
Draco smiled smugly to himself. It would do nicely. If Harry replied in the
morning, he could play it off. He wasn't about to start with something as crude
as I'm horny or as lame as u up?
Harry, to Draco's slight surprise, was quick to reply.
Yeah, why?
How comfortable are you with dirty talk? This time, Draco had to cringe at his
own wording. Hardly seconds had passed since he'd received Harry's text and
he'd responded in an instant with that.
What makes you think an innocent little boy like me would have any idea about
the filthy sorts of things you can think up?
And, fuck, if Draco wasn't hard already. He bit his lip as he replied. Shit.
Maybe I'm out of my depth.
Are you, though? I bet you wouldn't expect it from me.
No, I wouldn't, if I was being honest.
I've had quite a few weeks of crushing on you to imagine all sorts of things.
Before Draco could formulate a reply, Harry was sending another one. Whats up,
anyway? What brought this on?
Not sure. Was fine for two days without you and then all of a sudden today I've
been hit with something and I've already jerked off three times thinking about
all the things I wanna do to you. Was gonna hold out till I saw you next so I
didn't come off as desperate, but I guess here I am, desperate.
Harry was quiet for a minute or so this time, leaving Draco to wallow in his
own shallow breathing and arousal, but fuck if Draco wasn't going to start
touching himself until Harry said so.
Finally, Harry got back to him. Are we moving too fast? What is this?
Draco groaned because he was really in no state to talk about anything
important, but he knew Harry deserved it. I want whatever you want. I'd like to
be your boyfriend. I want to be with you, only you. I guess we're a bit young,
but guys jerk off as young as nine, you know? And as for moving too fast, we've
sorta been flirting for months. You don't have to do anything. God knows I've
touched myself three times already today, I can do it on my own a fourth one.
But I just thought and he sent the text, cutting himself off to start a new
trail of thought as he continued in another one, Just thought that maybe this
could be good for the both of us, you know? I can't stop thinking about you.
There. He said it all. He waited anxiously for Harry's reply, nibbling on his
lip and tapping his thigh.
Thankfully, Harry was rather quick. Okay, he said simply, and Draco was about
ready to hit him before he went on, I've never done this sort of thing before
but I think you're probably the greatest guy I've ever met, and fuck, do I
wanna get you off.
Draco adjusted his hips and didn't say anything, biting even more harshly on
his lip. Harry continued, Are you hard right now?
Fuck, yes, Draco replied immediately, all shame forgotten. Have been since you
called yourself an innocent little boy. I want to ravish you.
So that's what you're into? You wanna take my innocence away?  Draco was
beginning to think Harry had to have practised this, somehow. The thought made
him think in red, because he didn't want to imagine anyone else with Harry, not
anybody. He wanted Harry all to himself, and now he had him.
Yeah. Wanna take you apart. Wanna give it to you so good your thighs are
shaking on the mattress and you're just begging for it. 
Fuck. Are you touching yourself?
You haven't told me to.
You're waiting for permission?
Yeah.
Fuck, that's hot. Fuck.
Harry didn't say anything else and Draco was beginning to get extremely
restless, so he said, Can I, then? Harry still didn't respond, so he added,
Please?
A minute later, Harry was back. Sorry, was just checking to make sure everyone
was asleep. Can I call you? Wanna hear your voice.
Draco choked a bit, biting down on his hand. He really didn't want to get up,
but his house was pretty big and his parents slept on another floor so there
was a very, very slim chance they could hear him, even if they were awake.
Besides, he'd jerked off loudly late at night before and they'd never said
anything. He assumed he was safe. Yeah, yes, call me.
When his phone lit up, Draco started, for some reason not entirely prepared for
it even though he'd just asked. It was only a seconds hesitation, then he was
hastily putting in headphones and laying the phone on his chest to rise and
fall in time with his breathing.
"Hey," he answered, already feeling out of breath.
"Hey," Harry responded, and he sounded low and dark and sexy and Draco
shivered, in love with the sound of control.
"So I... I mean..." Draco was lost for words, unknowing in how to step back
into where they'd been before because all of a sudden it was quite a bit more
daunting now that he could hear Harry's voice.
"Can you touch yourself for me?" Harry said abruptly and Draco honest to God
whined, having not expected Harry to outright go for it but he was glad. Draco
was so turned on almost anything Harry said would get him off.
"Yeah, fuck, that's good," Draco sighed as he finally, finally put his hand on
his cock, pulling it with slow strokes just to tease himself because he thought
that Harry would, if he were there. Just imagining Harry in the room made his
cock twitch in his grip and he needed to hear Harry in pleasure more than
anything. "Are you touching your cock yet?"
Harry made a choked off sound. "No, not yet."
Draco licked his lips, pleased. "Good. Now stroke yourself for me, nice and
slow, and let me hear you." Harry whimpered and Draco could practically hear
the change in Harry's breathing when he placed a hand on himself. The sound he
made encouraged Draco to pick up the pace, just a little bit.
"Mmmmm, so good," Harry gasped and his voice just echoed in Draco's ears
because of the headphones and it resonated within him, perfectly. "So hot,
fuck, baby."
Draco keened at the pet name, feeling his hips rising against the mattress to
buck into his closed fist. "Tell me what you'd do to me. Please, babe."
Harry's voice shook as he responded. "I'd... Fuck, I'd crawl up the bed, spread
your legs so I can climb right up between them." Draco's own breath hitched as
he changed his technique with his strokes, just to ignite another new way to
cause himself pleasure. "You'd be naked already because I'd ask you to be. My
hands... Can you copy my actions, my love? My hands, creeping up your pretty
thighs, barely grazing the skin?"
"Yeah," Draco gasped, immediately complying as instructed, however only using
one hand because he really wanted to keep the other on his dick.
"Good boy," Harry purred, stroking himself softly, the same way he would touch
Draco's thighs. "I'd kiss them, too, right on the inside, closest to where you
want me most, and I'd bite bruises all over your pale skin until you're begging
me to touch your cock."
"Your tongue," Draco managed, eyes closed, imagining Harry behind his eyelids.
"I want your tongue so bad."
"I want yours too, baby, especially after last time."
Draco remembered quite vividly what he was referring to. "I'd suck you so good,
I promise. Get you all wet."
"Yeah? You'd want me wet for you?"
"Oh, fuck, yes," Draco confirmed, hardly thinking that he was supposed to have
a filter from his brain to his mouth, just wanting to express how he felt.
"Yeah, slippery and wet, so it'd be a lot easier when you just -" Draco
hesitated, but only for a second, "slide into me, and I'd be so loose and- and
pliant, for you, or!" Draco kept going, pushing his courage, rooted on by
Harry's frequent moans and swear words, especially when he said something
particularly surprising. "I'd keep sucking you until you're about to come, then
my tongue goes down, right down..." He imagined it in his head, and was forced
to hold the base of his cock so he couldn't come.
"Fuck," Harry whimpered, arching into his own touch, tweaking a nipple in a way
that sort of hurt but kept him grounded as the same hand reached down to fondle
his balls.
"I'd lick your pretty hole until you're begging for my cock."
"Fuck!" Harry exclaimed, pumping faster. "More, Draco, please, fuck." Harry
didn't know what he was asking for. He just wanted him to keep talking.
"I'd give it to you, shit, I'd give it to you. You'd be so tight around me and
I would pound into you again and again, so hard the headboard slams the wall so
everyone knows what we're doing. Or you'd ride me -" Harry couldn't help the
way he called out at that, because Draco just kept going and he needed to
interrupt, needed to get his own word in, play his part in this game, the one
where who held true power was a mystery. Neither of them had full control and
Harry loved the way they fought over it beneath the surface, like something
that could be unleashed.
"I'd bounce so hard on your dick you'd see stars," he said, and that was enough
to reduce Draco to whimpers and he knew they were both too damn close. He
hadn't noticed the way his fingers were gently circling his rim, even though
he'd never touched himself there before. They were both fifteen, for fuck's
sake, after all. Neither of them truly knew what they were talking about. But
whatever it was, they knew they both wanted it, and it would be a miracle if
they managed not to go at it before the end of the week.
"And just before I come," Harry whispered, so close to finishing he could
hardly speak, but he needed to choke out the words; they had to finish this.
"I'd pull myself off you, but before you can complain I'll push my cock past
your rim and come inside you, then just as you're on the brink of orgasm I'll
slide right back onto you so you can pump me full of your come, so we're both
just dripping with it- "
"Fuck, Harry!" Draco moaned, thrusting into his fist with reckless abandon,
forgetting everything besides Harry's name and the primal urge to let go. "Let
me come, please let me come!"
The fact that he asked for permission sent Harry over the edge, releasing very
suddenly into his hand and spoiling his bedsheets. "Fuck, Draco, I'm coming,
shit, oh, come, come, fuck, come for me, come all over yourself, make yourself
so god damn filthy- "
"Oh, Harry," and it was hardly a whisper as Draco released with a broken gasp,
followed by a long drawn out moan of ecstasy. Draco was pretty sure he blacked
out for a second, because soon he was drifting in and out of reality, the only
thing holding him down being the sound of Harry's worried voice checking on him
through the headphones.
"Draco? Are you still with me, are you okay?" Draco had to smile at his
concern. It was hard to believe that just moments prior, that innocent, sweet
little voice was whispering throatily and dirtily into his ears.
"Brilliant," Draco giggled, adjusting himself. "So good, Harry. You're so
fucking good."
"How the fuck did we manage to come up with that shit?" Harry joked, breathing
heavily, obviously also still suffering the effects of being in post orgasm.
Draco laughed with him, but soon trailed off to pout, feeling empty. "I wish
you were here with me. Then I could finish what I started at class and suck you
off."
"Eager for my cock, Malfoy?" For some reason, the way Draco's last name curled
off Harry's tongue was heavenly.
"Mm-hmm. I'm just so terribly hungry for it."
"Oh, fuck, Draco, I've just come, you can't say shit like that," Harry whined,
attempting to distract himself by wiping himself off with tissues, ignoring the
sheets as he was just too tired to change them.
"Next time, then. And we can cuddle afterwards," Draco suggested and Harry knew
what he meant. He wanted to spend time with Draco, alone, free to do whatever
they wanted to one another. The thought excited Harry endlessly.
"I'll hold you to that. Then after my load is shot down your throat I can ask
where you've been practising your dirty talk."
"I could ask the same thing of you!" Draco accused, using his own tissues to
clean up. He really didn't fancy waking up sticky.
"Yeah, but I'm immune. I asked first." Harry could imagine Draco's annoyed
pout.
"Fuck you! I'm going to bed," Draco announced, and Harry knew that truthfully
he was right. They needed rest. Harry was twice as tired after his orgasm than
he was beforehand.
"Go to sleep then, babe. We'll talk tomorrow about hanging out."
Harry could hear the smile in Draco's voice as he responded. "Sure thing, love.
Don't fuck me too hard in your dreams."
"You're so full of it. You want me to fuck you so good you can't walk."
Draco laughed airily and everything was beautiful in the world. "Baby, once
I've fucked you to California and back you won't even remember what it's like
to have this ass."
Harry scoffed, but it was fond. "You wish."
 
 
****
 

The pair met up that Saturday after eagerly organised plans and no doubts as to
what they'd get up to, even if not right away, only two days away from their
weekly acting class. Draco wanted Harry over at his house because it was much
bigger and they'd have more space to themselves, away from adults. He was
pretty certain his parents would not be pleased in reference to his intentions
with Harry.
"Oh, wow," Harry breathed out, eyeing the elegance of the building. He turned
around briefly to wave to his godfather dropping him off, but he was soon back
to assessing the sheer brilliance of the architecture. "You live here?"
He'd seen the outside already, due to the amount of times Sirius had dropped
Draco off, but he'd never looked at the interior before. The decor was dark, in
shades of black and grey, and the ceilings were tall with pillars and grand
window displays. However, the Malfoys had attempted to modernise the lower half
of their home, the flooring a dark polished wood and the furniture was all
either new or rejuvenated.
Draco blushed, embarrassed by the extravagance of his home. It was far too much
for three people, three stories high and bleeding arrogant superiority. He
wished they would at the least replace the chandeliers with something less...
In your face, he could say.
"Sorry," Draco grimaced, shifting his weight from foot to foot. "It's far too
large for my family alone, but Mother is insistent on making an impact."
Harry laughed, allowing his eyes to land on Draco, face forming crinkles around
the edges of the irises. Draco felt his stomach flip in a way that wasn't
entirely unpleasant. "No, no, it's fine. I keep asking Sirius for us to move
into a place like this, but he and Remus have a tad more self control. They say
it's unnecessary when there's only three. I guess they have a point."
"The walks to the fridge are excruciating," Draco joked, smiling along with
him. Simply being in Harry's presence was enough to make him feel like there
was no wrong in the world. He knew that Harry could afford to live in a similar
fashion to he, as they shared much the same level of wealth, but his family was
far more modest. They lived on generations upon generations of old money, just
the same as the Malfoys, but existed simply. They were happy that way. Remus
was a high school teacher and Sirius made motorbikes, working even though they
didn't have to because they loved it.
Draco envied them, sometimes. He tired of feeling like he always had to act
proper and right, even when there was nobody to see. It was exhausting.
"I'll bet they are," Harry chuckled in response to his previous statement,
licking his lips. Draco felt hungry for him.
"C'mon, let's go upstairs," Draco gestured, already leading the way to the
third floor. "I've already brought snacks up."
The walk up the steps was longer than usual, causing him to mindlessly consider
installing an elevator or something else equally as effortless. He knew it was
lazy, but the feel of Harry's eyes on his ass made his rationality flicker.
This journey tested his patience.
When they arrived at Draco's room, his queen bed was calling his name, but
instead of pushing Harry onto it, he took a moment to collect himself. He could
demonstrate patience. He could wait, bide his time, cause Harry to become so
restless he couldn't sit still. The image of a desperate, needy, whiny Harry
was enough to convince him to act otherwise, gesturing for Harry to get
comfortable on his bed as he searched for the remote.
"Movie?" he asked, turning towards Harry. The brown haired boy raised an
eyebrow in question, like he was reminding Draco of what they both wanted to
do, but when Draco didn't change his intention Harry nodded, shifting under the
sheets so that his entire body was covered.
Draco put on the first DVD he touched, which happened to be The Great Gatsby,
which would do just splendidly. He made himself comfortable next to the boy on
his mattress and pulled him close to cuddle as the film began.
Harry started off surprisingly well, aimlessly running his fingertips up and
down Draco's side, but after fifteen minutes of neither of them paying
attention the wriggling started. Harry shifted every few seconds, conveniently
bringing his body closer to Draco's, in particular his bottom half. Draco let
him for a while, finding amusement in his movements, before chuckling lowly to
himself.
"Comfortable?" Draco teased, playing with Harry's hair.
Harry let out a muffled groan. "Please, Draco."
Draco started, unexpecting his tone to be so needy. He reached down to feel
where their bodies just weren't touching, and was surprised to discover that
Harry was more aroused than Draco could even think to process.
"Harry, shit, you're so hard, what's up?" he spluttered, forcing the boy to
look up into his eyes. He was blushing, which was beyond adorable, but there
was a need deep within Draco knew only he could satisfy.
"Been thinking about all the different ways you could suck my cock for the past
fifteen minutes," he admitted, shuffling again. Draco choked on his intake of
breath, knowing now that whatever plan he had of making Harry wait was not
going to follow through. Damn Harry and his deceiving, filthy mouth.
Draco licked his lips. "Oh, yeah? How do you want me?"
Harry's eyes widened. "What? Seriously?" The excitement was so uncontained that
Draco just wanted to cuddle him to death, but instead leaned in to peck him on
the lips with a smile.
"Yeah, baby. I've wanted to do this all week. Tell me," he commanded softly,
kissing his temple. Now that Draco had kissed Harry once he couldn't stop. His
taste was addictive, his body a work of art. Draco couldn't wait to explore
every last inch of him.
With a gulp, Harry turned onto his back and looked up expectantly at Draco,
pulling lightly at his shirt to guide him between his thighs. "Just like this,"
he whispered, pushing Draco's head down until he was laying perfectly between
Harry's legs at the end of the bed, so willing and ready. Harry felt his cock
twitch in his pants at the sight of Draco's trust.
"Just like this," Draco breathed in confirmation, directly over the brunet's
clothed cock. He remembered the almost-blowjob at the theatre, mimicking his
movements to pull the fabric away at Harry's hip and lick at the bone there,
biting down to create another mark.
Harry moaned above him, obviously recollecting the feeling from days before.
The mark was fading there, but Draco had brought it back. The thought pleased
him to no end.
Draco moved to push up Harry's shirt then, allowing his hand to glide across
the toned flesh, licking his lips. "You're so fucking fit, Potter," he growled,
biting down just below his bellybutton playfully as Harry whined. Draco giggled
at his reaction before moving down to mouth at the head of Harry's cock through
the fabric, insistent on feeling the shape of it on his tongue before he saw it
completely.
"Oh, Draco, please," Harry choked, bucking his hips in an effort to bring Draco
closer to him, but all that caused was a tut of disappointment and a light slap
to his thigh.
"Patience, Harry. I'm yet to be done with you yet."
"I would fucking hope so," Harry murmured in defiance, but Draco heard him
without a doubt.
One slap across Harry's chest by Draco's hand was enough to bring him back to
complete focus, letting out a short gasp of pain and surprise. "You will not
talk back to me if you want me to suck you off, Potter."
Harry's body shivered with arousal at the way his last name rolled off his
lover's tongue, back arching. "I'm sorry, Draco. Yes, Draco, I promise I'll be
good. I'll be so good for you," he gushed, running his fingers through the
blond hair, marvelling at the softness under his touch. This was the kind of
hair he could tug to control Draco's mouth, or could stroke in quiet moments on
the couch. He was just so damn perfect it made Harry's head spin.
"Good boy," Draco praised, undoing Harry's flies and pulling down his underwear
to release him from the confines. "Such a pretty cock you have, baby."
It was true. Harry was flushed and oh so ready, the head red and bulging, the
veins bursting where they lay. It wasn't overly large by any means. Neither of
them would be, not at their age, but that was just fine by Draco. He was
average enough at best now and they would both grow, so big they could choke
one another if they wanted and wasnt that just a pretty picture inside Draco's
head. He smiled as he licked tentatively up Harry's throbbing cock,
familiarising himself with the feeling. Harry bucked up initially, moaning low
in his throat at the new sensations, but Draco was quick to hold down his hips
to give himself more leverage.
"That's it, baby," Harry gasped, eyes rolling back into his head as Draco
tongued the slit. "Take me down. Suck me like you fucking mean it."
Draco was never one to turn down a challenge, so he halted his teasing in
favour of taking the head of Harry's shaft between his lips, holding it there
to establish a taste. Slightly bitter, earthy, mostly just the same as any
other part of him, but somehow, it was different.
After some hesitation he swallowed Harry down with a low moan, allowing his
tongue to go to town. Harry groaned above him, grabbing a fistful of his hair,
not to control, but simply to hold. "Fuck, so good, baby. Take it. I know you
can."
Draco pulled off to growl, "You fucking own this mouth, Potter," then returned
to his previous activity, licking at the veins and paying special attention to
the head, as it was the most sensitive, making it the most fun to tease with
his tongue.
As his confidence grew, so did his technique. He could push Harry's cock very
far down his throat and hold it there, hollowing out his cheeks and sucking
harshly. Harry moaned and cursed every time, even as Draco pulled off to
splutter and breathe.
They both knew Harry wouldn't last. Teenagers as young as them never even stood
a chance, so as Draco sucked harshly on Harry's cock and felt him thrusting
into his mouth, he knew Harry was close. "You gonna come for me, love?" he
asked sweetly, licking all around Harry's prick slowly, as if he had all the
time in the world, and in a way, he did.
"Yeah," Harry whispered, and he groaned as his eyes closed and hips stuttered.
Draco realised this was the only warning he would get and he was quick to
envelop Harry fully again so they wouldn't make a mess.
When Harry came, the room was quiet. Harry choked a bit and stuttered on his
breath but he didn't scream or cry, simply held Draco's head and kept his eyes
squeezed shut. Draco struggled to swallow because the taste was weird and it
flooded straight into his throat but he managed, licking everything up so there
was no spillage.
Afterwards there was nothing but the sound of their heavy breathing for several
seconds. Eventually, Harry giggled. "Get up here," he said, reaching with
grabby hands. Draco giggled right back and climbed up his body to kiss him
open-mouthed and greedy, but they laughed their way through it even though it
was messy and had too much tongue.
"I can taste myself on you," Harry whispered into Draco's mouth, which caused
Draco to remember how hard he was in his pants. His body ached for relief.
"How does it taste?" Draco asked, even though he knew. Harry simply laughed
again and shook his head.
"Your turn," he said instead, causing Draco to cock his head, wondering what
Harry's plans entailed for the pair of them. "C'mon up here, baby. Take your
pants off and place your knees on either side of my head."
Draco blinked. "You want me to sit on your face?" he asked, in shock. Just the
idea of it made him shiver.
Harry nodded quite eagerly. "Yeah. I do. Now get up here."
In his entire life, Draco never thought he had taken his pants off so quickly.
Harry laughed at him and he joined in at his struggle, until soon he was
scrambling up Harry's chest in nothing but his shirt and placing his thighs
next to Harry's ears, resting his ass on Harry's collarbones. All of a sudden,
Harry's lips were inches away from his cock. They both sucked in a breath.
"Okay," Harry breathed out, placing his hands on the top of Draco's ass. "I
want you to brace yourself on the headboard and slowly lower yourself into my
mouth and follow my signals. Can you do that for me?"
Somehow, even when Draco was on top, Harry still managed to find a way to hold
the control. Draco knew it could be taken back at any time, because for some
reason they worked so very well like that, but for now he was content to listen
and follow instruction. "Fuck, yeah, I can do that."
Draco slowly lowered himself past Harry's lips, whining at the contact. It was
just too good. Harry opened himself so willingly, tapping Draco lightly on the
back to tell him he could go further. They both kept their eyes open which
increaded the intimacy of the moment, as they both placed trust in one another
without question: Draco trusting Harry to tell him if they needed to stop, and
Harry trusting Draco not to push him too far. It made both of their hearts
swell up, too fond for words.
"I'm gonna come quickly like this," Draco warned, holding himself still inside
Harry's mouth.
Harry pulled off for a very brief second. "You better start fucking my mouth,
then," he said offhandedly, and Draco knew, no matter what he said, that Harry
really wasn't ready for that. He'd never sucked a cock, he wasn't about ready
to have one forced down his throat no matter how much he wanted it. So Draco
went slowly, shallowly pushing himself in and out of Harry's mouth, and Harry
understood, doing his best to play his own part, sucking enthusiastically and
loud.
Draco was right. He lasted a mere thirty seconds before coming with a cry, but
Harry didn't seem to mind as he swallowed it down and licked Draco clean. In
fact they were both quite relieved because sex was exhausting, even if they
didn't go the full way.
Making sure to take extra care, Draco slipped off Harry and crawled down the
bed to cuddle. "You're so good. That was so good."
"I still don't understand how I manage to talk like this. I don't even watch
porn," Harry panted, face flushed and lips puffy and red. There were tear
tracks on his face. Draco thought he was beautiful, as always.
"You don't watch porn?" Draco asked, surprised. Even he watched porn, although
it wasn't a common occurrence. Besides, recently he'd had more than enough
material to help him when jerking off.
Harry shrugged. "Not really. Although I've read quite a lot, come to think of
it."
"You read porn?" Draco thought Harry was full of surprises.
There was a bright blush on Harry's cheeks. "Only sometimes! I was curious and
it just roped me in."
Draco laughed, happy with everything in his life in that very moment. "You are
so adorable."
Harry slapped him lightly on the thigh, causing him to yelp. "Am not! I'm
intimidating."
"Am I the only one getting the feeling of deja vu?" Draco snickered, shying
away from any more of Harry's violence.
"Shut up! Oh my god, you're the worst, we're breaking up." Harry made a move to
get out of bed but Draco tackled him, holding him in place.
"But we only just got together!" Draco whined with a pout, but there were
smiles on both sides threatening to break onto their faces.
"Good thing you're used to being single, then!" Harry tried to break free but
Draco had the upperhand, pinning him down and kissing him feverishly, because
it was hard to resist when he was splayed out so beautifully on the mattress
under his straddling thighs.
Just like always, Harry's insides turned to mush when they kissed, and he
kissed back with the same level of eagerness. He deemed them both equally
pathetic, but that was okay, because Draco was here with him, wanting to kiss
his lips until he couldn't breathe, and he didn't think he would be going
anywhere anytime soon. "I hate you," Harry mumbled against Draco's lips, the
statement having less effect as he pulled the blond closer.
"No, you don't," Draco replied with a smirk, and they both knew, without
question, that he was right, and they were happy.
End Notes
     I'm thinking of doing one more part of them back at class, have a
     particular scene in mind that's a bit dirty and it'll be smutty so
     there'll be a part three except not for a while, I'm on summer
     vacation and by the time I get home I'm almost right back to school
     so rip
     Hope you enjoyed this, feedback is much appreciated, I know it's a
     bit messy because writing on a phone is hard especially when I'm on
     the move hoping nobody is looking over my shoulder. I have a few
     drarry smutty ideas clocked up after my trip in central America so
     we'll see how that goes
     Sorry for long authors notes and if I missed any tags, I feel like I
     haven't been posting on here in ages and have lost the swing of it
     lmao
     If u think fifteen year old boys can't talk like this uve never been
     on tinder
     (edit after putting in all the italics ; please fucking appreciate me
     the transfer of italics and bold took forever I had to copy paste
     from the fucking notes on my phone it was so hard praise me)
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