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Coming Home	By : faithwood Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6251 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Coming Home
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Note: I was going to write something with a plot, but ... yeah.
Coming Home

This one time, Draco came home early ...

He entered the room trying to keep quiet, supposing that Harry was asleep. He managed to come back earlier but it was still pretty late and he didn't want to wake his husband who was undoubtedly tired after his long day at work. Or rather his long day of chasing rogue goblins over half the country. Harry sent him an owl to inform him that his job was done and he was dead tired and on his way home to sleep. Harry's messier-than-usual handwriting made Draco feel compelled to run home as well.

The room was empty however, and Draco frowned, looking around. Just as though he felt that Draco was home, the bathroom door opened and Harry stepped out, naked except for a towel tied loosely around his hips. Harry's face brightened immediately and in moments, Draco's arms were full of one naked Saviour of the Wizarding World.

"You're early," Harry pointed out unnecessarily while Draco buried his nose in Harry's still damp hair, his hands scanning for injuries.

"You're naked," Draco declared appreciatively, after he convinced himself that Harry was all right.

Harry ripped the towel off immediately. "I am now." He grinned and then pressed his lips to Draco's, angling his head in invitation.

Draco growled a little, kissing Harry forcefully, pleased with this unexpected turn of events. Harry responded eagerly, pressing himself firmly along Draco's still clothed body, clearly enjoying in the rough feel of fabric on his sensitive skin.

"Not tired?" Draco felt obligated to ask even as his hand drifted downwards to cup Harry's arse, squeezing the hard muscle there firmly, making Harry moan and ground his hips, rubbing his cock along Draco's pants, effectively demonstrating just how not tired he was.

Draco groaned and then pushed his leg between Harry's, forcing him to rub himself on Draco's thigh, and then he walked him backwards, pressing him firmly on the wall. Harry's breath was knocked out of him and Draco gave him no time to recover, but crashed his lips on Harry's, ravishing his mouth, their tongues sliding wetly along each other while Harry bucked his hips, practically humping Draco's leg.

Draco moved away, eventually, making Harry whimper in protest, but he stopped complaining when Draco instructed, "Turn around."

Harry obeyed eagerly, placing his hands on the wall, bending over a little so he could wriggle his arse over Draco's hard but still confined cock. Draco groaned at the feeling, but moved away quickly, and slapped Harry's arse, making him yelp in surprise.

"Some patience wouldn't kill you," Draco said with amusement, moving away to get the lube. "Wait here."

Harry glared over his shoulder and spread his legs invitingly, almost making Draco stumble as his head was facing the wrong way, his gaze glued to the swell of Harry's buttocks.

He looked for the lube for hours or maybe seconds, but it was too long because Harry was curving his spine and jutting out his arse as though he was audition for a sodding porn moo-vee, which Harry sometimes liked to watch and Draco would keep him company like the good husband he was.

"Slut," he accused when he returned with wet fingers. Harry's response was turned into a moan as Draco pushed two fingers inside of him, his other hand on Harry's hip preventing him from moving too fast. It hardly helped because Harry was pushing back, moaning as he impaled himself.

"Oh, just do it already," Harry managed to say through gritted teeth.

Draco would complain if his own arousal weren't becoming almost painful. He pulled out his fingers and unzipped his pants, pulling them down together with his underwear, sighing in relief as he did so. As he was slicking his cock, he vaguely realised that he was still almost fully clothed � he still had his cloak on � but that sounded like such a minor detail, especially when Harry moaned his name with desperate need.

Draco grabbed Harry's hips firmly, pulling him further away from the wall, and making him bend even more, and then he positioned himself, pushing steadily inside. The feeling was as incredible as always, even more so because Harry wasn't really ready and the tightness was overwhelming.

Harry's long moan was filled with both pain and pleasure, and despite the fact that Draco's hips were shuddering form being restrained, he opened his mouth to ask Harry whether he was all right, but just then Harry grunted and began to move, making Draco forget everything. His hips moved automatically, their rhythm perfect � the result of years of practice.

Draco's scarf fell forward and touched Harry's skin lightly and Draco marvelled for a moment at the fact that it was still around his neck, and then scowled at it because it hid the pretty view of Harry's arse from him. He made to stop his movements and rip the scarf away, but Harry was having none of that, impaling himself insistently.

Draco stopped with difficulty, grabbed Harry's arse firmly and pulled out.

"Hey!" Harry yelled, scandalized.

"You are pushy tonight," Draco said, shaking his head. He removed his scarf and pulled Harry backwards again, completely removing him from the wall's support. "We can't have that, can we?" Draco asked rhetorically as Harry complained, "Where will I put my hands ..."

"Put them on your back," Draco instructed. Harry looked back at him over his shoulder, biting his lips, his eyes dark with arousal. He crossed his hands on his back obediently, shivering a little as he did so. Draco grinned at his lover's obvious approval and bound Harry's hands with his scarf. The knot was hardly firm but Harry still moaned at the feeling.

To their mutual relief, Draco pushed inside Harry again, and grabbed his hands where they were joined, placing his other hand on the small of Harry's back where he pressed down firmly. Harry took the hint, and bent down, down, down, curving his spine impossibly until his shoulders must have hurt because all of the weight of his upper body was on his hands or rather on Draco's hands, and if Draco was to release him, Harry would fall down on his nose spectacularly.

Not that Draco had any intention of doing that but it was a powerful feeling, to be trusted like that � to be allowed to use Harry like that because Harry must have realised that in their current position he would get no relief and would have to wait until Draco was finished.

Draco moved suddenly, making Harry cry out as his hands were pulled and his arse plundered, but there was very little he could do except whimper pitifully as he had no leverage and he was trying to prevent his knees from buckling. Draco revelled in that knowledge � that Harry had no choice but to allow Draco to pound into him as much as he wanted. That combined with the fact that Harry allowed himself to be manoeuvred into this position willingly, made Draco feel dizzy and when Harry clenched even tighter around him Draco knew that this wouldn't last long. He sped up his movements, shaking Harry's entire, helpless body and soon he was gasping for breath and a beautiful sensation ran through him as he spilled himself inside Harry with a shout.

Draco took a couple of deep breaths, and pulled out of shivering Harry, who must have been in pain, because Draco had been pulling on his hands quite harshly.

He helped him to right himself and untied his hands, rubbing his shoulders as Harry groaned and shuddered.

"All right?" Draco asked worriedly.

"No," Harry moaned, leaning back on Draco's chest, placing his head on his shoulder, and pouting up at him.

"Oh? Is this the problem," Draco teased as he trailed his finger lightly along Harry's hard cock.

Harry shuddered and groaned, "Draco ..."

"Hmm?"

Harry looked at him, his eyes dancing, his lips curving. "I was so good," he said proudly.

Draco could hardly help himself and he grinned back. "You were," he admitted. "Any special wish?" he offered graciously.

Harry grinned widely. "On your knees, Malfoy," he declared, biting his lip a little as though he was expecting that Draco would refuse.

"It would be silly of me to say no to such a powerful Auror, wouldn't it?" Draco smiled and kissed Harry lightly on the lips, before moving in front of him and falling on his knees.

He barely gave Harry any time to gather his bearings, after losing the support of Draco's body, before he took him in his mouth, swallowing his length expertly, and making Harry choke out a gasp. He grasped Harry's arse helpfully, keeping him upright as he sucked the gorgeous cock in his mouth.

It hardly took long. Soon Harry was gasping Draco's name and twitching his hips, and bitter taste filled Draco's mouth. Draco swallowed greedily, looking at Harry's flushed face and letting a bit of it slide down his chin.

After Draco released Harry's softening cock, he manoeuvred Harry's shaky fall, making sure that Harry ended up straddling Draco's lap. Harry looked at him with sleepy eyes, and then he shuddered, as Draco knew he would when he saw his cum trailing over Draco's lip and chin. He lifted one shaky finger, scooping the cum and offering it to Draco, who sucked the digit in his mouth obediently, looking at Harry through lowered lashes, feeling his hair fall in his eyes, knowing that that look never failed to make Harry swallow with difficulty and � oh, there we go � the sleep was gone from Harry's eyes.

Draco released Harry's finger from his mouth with a slurp and blinked at him innocently. "Still not tired?"

"No," Harry exclaimed enthusiastically and tackled Draco on the floor, promptly ripping off his confining clothes.

Draco sighed contently � he just loved coming home.

***

This one time, Draco came home late ...

Harry was on the couch, fast asleep, obviously waiting for Draco to come back. There was an open book lying on the floor next to him, but Harry was clearly only pretending that he was reading because his glasses were placed neatly on the nearby table.

He didn't cover his pyjama-clad body with a blanket, the idiot, and now he was shivering a little in his sleep. Draco shook his head, contemplating just pulling the blanket over him, and not disturbing his sleep, but Harry looked so uncomfortable on the couch that Draco decided to wake him up.

He knelt on the floor next to Harry's head, and tried to decide whether to blow air in his ear or up his nose. It was a difficult decision, but Harry's ear was exposed so innocently in front of him and Draco leaned his head, blowing harshly and then moving away quickly. Harry gasped, his body jerked up, and after a few moments of disorientation, he was glaring at Draco's grinning face.

"Bastard," Harry said with conviction, but Draco just reached for Harry's head to make him lay down again. Harry was still somewhat drowsy and he didn't put up much of a fight when Draco pressed his head on the pillow and captured his lips. Harry mumbled various protests, but eventually they turned into sighs, as he gave up and allowed Draco to ravish his mouth.

By the time that Draco pulled back, Harry obviously forgot to be annoyed because he smiled up at Draco warmly.

"I had plans, you know," Harry told him as Draco's hand strayed to Harry's back and then to the hem of his pyjama bottoms. He pushed his hand beneath and caressed the warm skin of Harry's arse.

"What kind of plans?" Draco murmured, his finger sliding along the crease of Harry's buttocks suggestively.

Harry smiled and said, "I'll show you," and then sat up, dislodging Draco's hand from the warm place it was positioned on. Draco glared, displeased, but then he brightened as Harry gave him an indulgent look and promptly took off his clothes, leaving himself gloriously naked.

Harry slid down on his knees next to Draco and patted the place on the couch that he just vacated. "Sit here."

Draco would bristle at the order, out of principle if nothing else, but he realised Harry's intention easily and was only too happy to oblige him.

He sat on the couch and Harry took off Draco's shoes, socks, and pants, teasing and tickling Draco's skin until Draco told him to hurry up or else ...

"You'll pout?" Harry taunted and leaned in to mouth the head of Draco's cock through his boxers and Draco fell quiet.

Finally, his boxers were removed as well and Draco spread his legs wider as Harry knelt on the floor between them.

Sometimes Harry was such a tease, which he demonstrated now quite efficiently. He kissed Draco's leg slowly form the knee to his thigh, nearly touching his balls, but then he moved away and gave the other leg the same treatment. Draco knew better than to complain, not that Harry's actions were unpleasant, but this would take long, and if Draco said a word, Harry was fully capable of dragging things out forever. That was not a bad thing, really, Harry prolonging his pleasure with staggering dedication, but not at the point when Draco came home needy and suffering from serious Harrymissage � a terrible disease with only one remedy that was currently teasing Draco's balls with his tongue.

Harry licked the underside of the cock with wet, long strokes, from the base to the head, raising his gaze to give Draco a wicked look, and Draco couldn't prevent himself from shuddering. Harry took him completely in his mouth suddenly, and Draco cried out much to his embarrassment.

He let himself go, just enjoying in the feel of warm mouth around him, and he tried hard not to look down, because seeing those gorgeous lips wrapped around his cock and Harry's hollowing cheeks, would mean that this would end too soon.

The feel of the perfect suction made Draco remember the beginning of their relationship, when Harry was all teeth and clumsiness. Draco had refused to let him near his equipment until Harry learned how to handle it properly. He bought him large ice pops, and made him suck those. That plan was slightly counterproductive since the sight of Harry slurping messily around the thing, always made Draco pull him away and fuck him silly. They had finally found a solution, and Draco would bend Harry over the table, fucking him leisurely while Harry dutifully sucked and licked the ice pop stuck to the table's surface with a charm.

Draco shuddered, thinking lovingly of those memories, and reached with his hand to stroke Harry's bobbing head, trailing his thumb over his scar. That move always made Harry hum deliciously around Draco's cock, the resulting vibrations driving coherent thoughts from Draco's mind.

This Harry was a far cry from the ice pop Harry, this one knew what he was doing, how to restrain Draco's hips from moving, how to keep a steady pace and not falter when Draco's seed spurted in his throat. Harry turned out to be a lovely, little ...

"Cock-sucker," Draco proclaimed shakily and Harry sucked even harder, picking up the pace, humming and moaning, making Draco explode at the onslaught of pleasure, and spill himself in Harry's willing mouth.

"Fuck," Draco managed, still twitching, as Harry sucked and swallowed the last drop, and then released his over-sensitive flesh.

"Oh, yes, that's the plan," Harry declared.

Draco had no time to absorb Harry's words, before he was pushed on his back and suddenly Harry was looming over him.

"You're presumptions," Draco sniffed.

Harry gave him a wicked smile before kissing him breathless. Still with that ominous smile on his face, Harry moved down along Draco's body, and just as Draco almost yelled at him that if he dared to touch his cock now he would hex him, that expert tongue licked much lower and Draco moaned in appreciation.

The warm, slick tongue penetrated him, moving in most delicious ways, and then Harry's lips closed around his entrance, sucking gently and though Draco would deny it with his dying breath, he did whimper pathetically. When wet fingers pushed inside of him, Draco felt like he should protest at least a little, for example, he could remind Harry that Malfoys never bottom, for no other reason but to be difficult and make Harry huff and pout, because that was too cute for words, but the only thing that came out of his mouth was, "More."

"Shh, in a second, love," Harry murmured, continuing to stretch and slick methodically with endless patience as though he wasn't hard and ready himself. It took too long � Draco was already fully erect by the time Harry removed his fingers � possibly, that was exactly what Harry was waiting for, Draco reflected � and then he heard the wet sound of Harry slicking his own cock.

Draco opened his eyes, realising that up until now he had them closed as he panted and whimpered. He stared at Harry stroking himself, his gaze directed at Draco's face. "Put your legs up," Harry instructed in a low voice, and Draco thought it was really pathetic how he obeyed instantly. He forgot about it though as Harry pushed inside and that was just � Oh, yes.

Harry's lips were on Draco's cheek suddenly, and he murmured, "Good?"

"Amazing," Draco breathed.

Harry lowered his nose in the crook of Draco's neck and inhaled deeply. "Agreed."

"Oh, for fuck's sake, move, Potter!" Draco snapped. The fullness he felt at being filled like that was incredible, but not enough.

"It's Malfoy-Potter to you," Harry said, lifting his head and grinning down at him.

"It's Potter-Malfoy, you twit. Now, move!"

"It's alphabetical," Harry assured him and didn't give him a chance to disagree, but pulled out and then slammed back inside.

"Yes," Draco moaned out in relief.

"See, you agree with me," Harry said smugly, and repeated the movement.

"Damn it, Potter, will you fuck me or not?" Draco complained, and Harry's eyes flashed wickedly and he promptly answered the question with his hips, which picked up speed and set a furious pace that made Draco see sparks and shout out nonsensical things.

His neck was bitten suddenly and Draco vaguely planned to hex Mr. Potter-Malfoy for that later, but then warm hand grabbed his cock, jerking fast in time with the hard thrusts that always found his prostate. Draco was coming apart, and it seemed important to repeat Harry's name continuously as his inner-muscles clenched around the hard flesh within him, and he spilled himself all over his stomach and Harry's hand. Harry's pace quickened even more, and now Draco was sure that he would be split in half, but then the body atop of him stiffened, and Draco clenched helpfully, prolonging Harry's pleasure.

Harry collapsed on him heavily, and Draco would tell him to move away, but Harry's head was in the crook of his neck and Draco could feel the little puffs of hot air there and he couldn't bring himself to lose that feeling.

Harry lifted his head eventually and grinned. "Good plan?" he asked, looking like an overgrown puppy begging for a cookie.

"Acceptable," Draco said, just so he could see Harry jut out his bottom lip � oh, there it is.

Apparently eager to prove Draco's unspoken, puppy theory, Harry sank his teeth into his neck harshly.

"Outstanding!" Draco relented quickly in fear of bruises.

Harry raised his head and gave him a smug look, even in the face of Draco's wand that was pointed at him. "Now, I will hex you," Draco proclaimed with conviction.

"No, you won't," Harry said confidently, ignoring Draco's wand, and lying down again, snuggling close.

Draco dropped his wand, shook his head, and sighed contently � he just loved coming home.

***

This one time, Draco came home right on time ...

He entered their apartment already grinning in anticipation of what was waiting for him. This morning Harry promised him something and Harry Potter always kept his promises.

He walked towards their bedroom, restraining himself from running with difficulty, and opened the door picturing the scene he would find. Reality didn't disappoint and when Draco's gaze fell on the bed, he saw his Harry waiting for him. Draco swallowed � the real image rivalled his imagination, making Draco's conjured up imagery pale in comparison.

Harry was lying prone on the bed, completely nude, a pillow under his hips and his legs spread wide, exposing the butt-plug shoved up his arse. His wrists were handcuffed above his head to the headboard and his wand was still in his hand � always the mindful Auror.

Harry must have heard him, because he craned his neck and looked at him with a sinful smile on his face.

"Will you just stare or do something constructive?" he asked � a challenge in his voice.

"Right now, I'll just stare," Draco said, and moved towards the bed to take Harry's wand in his hand.

"May I?" he asked politely, knowing that Harry was a bit twitchy about his wand being taken from his hands. Harry released the wand and with it the last remnants of his control, leaving himself completely in Draco's power.

Draco placed the wand on the night-cabinet near the bed and then took a moment to observe his husband. Harry was all angles and hard lines, looking every inch the hero he was, and Draco allowed himself to feel proud for a moment, knowing that Harry was also completely and utterly his.

Harry's arse was lifted invitingly, supported with the pillow beneath, just waiting for Draco to do what he wished with it.

"Were you good today?" Draco asked hopefully.

"I'm always good," Harry replied, affronted.

Draco pursed his lips. "No punishment needed?"

He must have pouted quite a bit because Harry said with a bit of indulgence in his voice, "Well, I did enjoy in these preparations a bit too much."

"How awful!" Draco gasped dramatically. "I'll have to punish you for that." He nodded gravely.

"Of course." Harry grinned, shaking his head, but then inhaled sharply, as Draco sat down next to him and placed one of his hands on his arse, cupping it firmly. Harry wriggled a bit, encouraging Draco's actions.

Draco smacked the firm mounds lightly but Harry reacted much too violently, gasping and then burying his head in the pillow. Draco did it again and received the same reaction accompanied with a long moan. He realised suddenly that his smacks were jostling the butt-plug and were making it rub against Harry's prostate.

Encouraged, Draco slapped him harder, angling carefully and Harry rewarded him with a shuddering Oh! He continued to rain down slaps, until Harry was whimpering and writhing beneath his hand and the skin of his lower arse cheeks was quite heated and red.

"I didn't have that much fun with the blasted preparations!" Harry burst out suddenly and Draco stopped immediately.

Draco prevented himself from saying sorry, mostly because it wasn't really true � Harry was a sight � his arse red and ready, his body covered with sheen of sweat, positively glistening, and his head buried in the pillow, his soft moans muffled but audible.

Draco was ready to burst out of his clothes so he stood up to undress himself. Harry lifted his head to look at him, probably hearing the rustling of fabric. Draco purposely slowed down his movements, unbuttoning his shirt with deliberate sluggishness, eyeing Harry's flushed face through his lashes.

"Tease," Harry accused, only succeeding in encouraging Draco, who trailed his fingers along his chest and flat stomach, pausing to play with the hem of his pants.

"I'm getting cold here," Harry complained.

Draco smiled even as he sighed in relief when his cock was released from its confines.

"You look quite hot to me," Draco told Harry, and Harry, as the silly man he was, blushed. Draco grinned wider removing the last items of his clothing. It was amazing that after years together Harry still blushed at Draco's compliments. Of course, Draco took care to space them out a bit � he couldn't have Harry getting all smug, that was Draco's job.

Draco gave his lover a couple of moments to appreciate Draco's nude state, which Harry did � his gaze raking over Draco's pale body with undisguised lust.

"Want me to fuck you into the bed until you scream?" Draco asked in a low voice.

Harry shuddered and his eyes turned even darker. He bit his lip and said, "Yes, please."

"Well, aren�t you well-mannered," Draco praised, getting on the bed and promptly kneeling between Harry's spread legs. He grabbed Harry's buttocks firmly and Harry yelped, his flesh still sensitive from the spanking he endured. Draco eyed the red imprints, knowing that in the morning when the sun would shine on their bed, they would still be there; marking Harry's skin and Draco would have no choice but to wake Harry up by pushing his cock inside of him.

But that would happen tomorrow, right now Draco needed to do the very same thing, except ... he hardly teased Harry enough.

He speculated for a minute, Harry wriggling restlessly beneath him, and then reached for his wand. He murmured a quiet spell and Harry gasped � the plug inside him started to vibrate. Harry's gasps soon turned to whimpers as he bucked, pulling on the handcuffs that he locked around his wrist himself.

"Draco, Draco, Draco ..." Harry moaned his name continuously as a litany, the plea in his voice apparent.

"Yes?" Draco prompted, biting his lip to prevent himself from grinning too much.

"Draco, please ... I've been waiting for hours!" Harry dramatized.

"Liar," Draco scolded, slapping his arse cheek once more. Harry moaned trying in vain to get some friction from the pillow beneath � Draco had placed his hands firmly on Harry's hips, pressing down, quite efficiently preventing him from moving. But the steady sounds of the vibrating plug and Harry's increased whimpering made Draco turn wild with lust and he just couldn't hold back anymore.

He pulled the shuddering toy away, much to Harry's relief, and stared at the abused, slick hole, before he took his cock in his hand and pushed inside slowly, making Harry moan loudly as he was penetrated.

Draco lay down, supporting himself on his elbows, breathing with difficulty, and marvelling at the heat and tightness that surrounded him � this was something that would never get old.

He tried to keep his pace slow to prolong this feeling even more, but Harry wasn't having any of that, and he lifted up a little on his knees, to thrust back, impaling himself more firmly. Draco complied and slammed inside, hitting Harry's prostate, and making him gasp. It didn't last long after that, and soon, the hard, sweaty body beneath him shuddered and Harry came with a shout, clenching impossibly tight.

Draco lifted up, panting, and grabbed Harry's hips so he could thrust harder. The handcuffs rattled against the headboard and Harry whimpered, but clenched helpfully. Draco cried out as pleasure spread through him and he spilled himself in the willing body bellow.

It was only after Harry grunted that Draco realised that he had collapsed on top of him. He got up with some difficulty and pulled out carefully, and then untied Harry, cleaning the mess and pulling the sheets over them.

Harry looked half-asleep already, and Draco snuggled closer taking Harry's hands in his, rubbing and kissing his abused wrists gently.

"Want me to heal that?" Draco asked, knowing the answer.

Harry smiled at him and shook his head.

"Hmm," Draco murmured. "What if someone sees this tomorrow at work? They'll know that their hero is letting that nasty, evil Draco Malfoy to tie him up and fuck him into the bed." Draco smirked and the yelped as Harry jumped at him and before Draco even registered what was happening, Harry was atop of him and Draco's wrists were pressed firmly above his head, held there by both of Harry's hands.

Harry looked wide-awake, green eyes twinkling down at him, and Draco tried hard to glare, but he was afraid that it probably looked more like a pout.

"Faker," Draco accused.

Harry grinned. "You said the magic words," he said as he lowered his head, first to kiss and smooth the frown between Draco's pale eyebrows, and then warm lips descended on Draco's and he had little choice but to respond. The gentle pressure and slow swipes of Harry's tongue were in complete contrast to the firm grip Harry had on his hands, and Draco felt himself stirring again at that familiar combination of forcefulness and gentleness all wrapped up in the beautiful package called Harry.

It was a long kiss and when Harry moved to bite his neck, Draco felt a little disoriented. Shuddering at the nips and licks raining down on the sensitive spots on his neck Draco managed to gasp out, "Magic words?"

Teeth tugged on Draco's earlobe and then he felt Harry smile. "Fuck into the bed. It sounded like a plan to me," Harry said, lazily sucking and licking the sensitive spot between Draco's hairline and his ear. Draco moaned and his legs wrapped around Harry's waist on their own accord.

Harry kissed him again, this time with a lot more passion, and Draco sighed contently � he just loved coming home.

***

This one time, Draco couldn't come home at all ...

It was stupid, he actually forgot half of the things he should do in Argentina and told Harry that he'd be back on Friday, realising too late that Monday was a far better guess. It was completely Harry's fault, of course, because when Draco was reading his schedule, Harry was on his knees swallowing around Draco's cock and that was simply too distracting. Moreover, when his assistant floo-called him, Harry was on his lap, riding him vigorously, and Draco could not be expected to get up and listen to what she had to say. All that he managed was to yell, "I know everything!" at her and hope that she heard him into the other room.

So, that's why he was in his hotel room, taking out a small mirror only to engorge it spectacularly and place it in front of him, so he could sit on the sofa and talk to Harry in peace.

"Harry Potter-Malfoy," he proclaimed, and at first nothing happened but then the mirror shimmered, and the picture zoomed out to reveal their bedroom and Harry standing at the foot of the bed. His lips were pressed tightly together, indicating that he already concluded that Draco wasn't coming back so soon.

"I'm sorry," Draco said honestly, extremely honestly, because Harry had obviously returned from one of his muggle related mission, as he was dressed in deliciously tight jeans and green shirt � Draco's favourite no less � that barely covered his stomach.

"I had a gift for you," Harry said poutily.

Draco sighed inwardly. Harry's gifts were usually either incredibly sappy or really, really hot. He could only hope that he opted for the sappy one this time.

"You would love it," Harry purred.

Damn, damn, damn, so it wasn't the sappy kind.

"Are you trying to make me feel worse? Because I don't think that's possible," Draco lied defensively. "What do you want me to do? I can't Apparate that far and there's no way I can get a Portkey on such short notice."

"I bet I could Apparate there if I try really hard ..." Harry mused.

"Don't even think about it!" Draco yelled, perplexed. Honestly, what an idiot, he could splinch himself.

Harry sighed, and looked sad. Draco shook his head. "Hey, what do we have these mirrors for?" he said bracingly.

"I'm not in the mood," Harry proclaimed, and Draco snorted, but suddenly realised that Harry spoke in a weird sort of mumble, like he drank too much. But he didn't look drunk, Draco mused. He puzzled over it for a second, but then pushed the thought away and concentrated on making Harry, and well, also himself, feel better ...

"As if! Go get that toy I bought you last year," Draco said bossily and Harry's eyes widened and then darkened. He hesitated for an embarrassingly short time and then disappeared from view. Draco grinned happily � this was turning out just like he planned. His name wasn't Draco Potter-Malfoy if he couldn't satisfy his husband � an ocean away or not.

Harry returned with red cheeks, a tube of lube in one hand, and a dildo (a perfect replica of Draco's own, of course) in the other.

"Good boy," Draco praised, his cock twitching in anticipation. "Take your clothes off, and come closer."

For a second, Harry looked like he wanted to object but then he just gave up and sat on the bed to take off his boots and socks, and jeans and shirt ... "Leave the shirt on!" Draco said quickly and Harry shook his head at him, but obeyed. When Harry's boxers hit the floor, Draco was pleased to note that Harry was hard for him. "Put the boots back on," he said, just because he could. Besides the boots were high and made of soft leather and altogether lovely, because Draco picked them out.

"You're kinky tonight," Harry concluded somewhat regretfully, as he dutifully put the boots back on.

Draco had a witty reply ready, but it was stuck in his throat when Harry walked to the mirror, and he seemed close enough to touch. Draco's mouth felt suddenly dry.

"Your turn," Harry declared, and Draco spelled his clothes away and sat regally on the sofa, intending to enjoy the show. Heh, muggles and their moo-vees. This was entertainment!

Harry looked whiny again after Draco took his clothes off. His gaze was fixed on Draco's throbbing cock, and he licked his lips like he just spotted some Treacle Tart.

"Come on," Draco prompted. "Put some lube on."

Harry tore his gaze from Draco's naked form with difficulty, and reached for the lube, squeezing a copious amount on his fingers. He threw the tube away and started to spread it over his cock, sighing in contentment as he did so.

Draco licked his lips and managed to prevent himself from reaching for his own cock. "Keep your hands still and move your hips."

Harry did as he was told, stilling his hands, closing his eyes, and moving his hips relentlessly, the sight of that making Draco's breath hitch. "You're in your office," Draco murmured. "You have me bent over your fancy table and you're fucking me knowing that anyone could barge in at any moment."

Harry whimpered and moaned, speeding up his movements, and Draco allowed him to immerse himself in the fantasy for a few moments.

"Stop!" Draco said, and Harry cursed but stopped, opening his eyes and breathing heavily. "Turn around," Draco said huskily. "I want to see those fingers up your arse."

Harry turned, shivering, and bent over a little, spreading his legs, giving Draco a spectacular view, and then reaching between his legs with his hand. He shoved two fingers inside with force Draco never used on him, and Draco winced a little even as he gripped the base of his cock, suddenly afraid that he would come just at the sight of Harry finger-fuck himself. He painted another fantasy, trying hard not to picture it himself. "You're still in your office, your assistant is at a lunch break, and the doors are open, and she could return every second to see I have you bent over your own squishy chair, fingering your prostate while you moan like a needy slut."

Harry whimpered again, shoving another finger inside. Draco didn't even dare to release his cock from his firm grip.

"Stop!" Draco said again, and Harry stopped, and moved to straighten but Draco shook his head, remembering belatedly that Harry didn't see him. "No," he instructed, "let's see if you're good and ready. Spread yourself for me."

Harry shivered and moaned loudly as he obediently reached back with both of his hands and spread his arse-cheeks to expose his slick hole to Draco.

"All right," Draco said weakly, and Harry straightened and turned around. His lips were red, he was clearly biting them the whole time, and his face was flushed from arousal.

Draco spoke with difficulty. "Get a pillow and put it on the floor." Harry raised his eyebrows at him, but summoned a pillow from the bed. "Put a Sticking Charm on the pillow and one on the dildo."

Harry looked dubious but stuck the pillow to the floor, and then placed the dildo on it, sticking the base to the pillow. The dildo flopped over and Harry looked unconvinced.

"Lube. Dildo," Draco managed, still not stroking himself.

Harry spread the lube carefully over the toy, kneeling down and wriggling his arse with a wicked smile in Draco's direction.

"I think you know what to do now," Draco said, shivering, and Harry promptly straddled the pillow and lowered himself on the dildo with a long moan.

"I need leverage ..." Harry complained.

"Hmm, I think those thighs of your could be put to good use. You should move slowly," Draco instructed.

Harry blew out an annoyed breath but obeyed, his hands on his knees and his entire weight on his thighs as he lift up slowly, and then sat on the dildo again, crying out as he did so. It must have been tortuously difficult, Draco mused, watching Harry's quivering thighs. It looked highly impressive, it would be even more impressive if Harry's breath wasn't hitching as he whimpered from exertion and need, moaning Draco's name with a near sob. The slow pace was killing him, apparently and Harry gave up, bent over to place his hands on the floor, and impaled himself more firmly on the toy.

Draco still held his cock firmly, watching in awe as Harry was fucking himself in earnest, moaning, and gasping loudly, looking as though he forgot Draco's existence. Suddenly the world turned dark and Draco felt like he was dying, but then he opened his eyes to see Harry in front of him, kneeling and staring up at him in shock.

Draco didn't pause to contemplate this turn of events, but moved and grabbed Harry's arse, pulling him away and lifting him up with unknown strength, because Harry was fucking heavy. Booted legs wrapped themselves around Draco's waist automatically and soon enough Harry was beneath him on their bed and Draco was buried in the tight heat to the hilt.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," Harry chanted breathlessly, and the sight of Harry gasping for breath made Draco pause for a moment, his mind clearing a bit. "What's that?" he asked sharply.

Harry focused his gaze on Draco's with difficulty and gasped out, "What?"

Draco could feel Harry's boots digging in his arse, and Harry's muscles clenching around him, but this was important. "Stick out your tongue!"

Harry still looked confused, but then he grinned suddenly and stuck his tongue out. Draco stared in disbelief at the small piece of metal on Harry's tongue.

"You pierced your ... For me?" Draco asked, delighted.

"You like it?" Harry said happily. "I was going to lick you all over with it," he purred.

"You could have told me that sooner � I would Apparate immediately!" Draco groaned.

"Idiot. You could have splinched yourself." Harry shook his head.

"Out with it," Draco instructed, and Harry obediently stuck out his tongue again.

Draco leaned in and touched the metal slowly with his tongue, testing the texture and feeling the coldness of it contrasting the warmth of Harry's tongue, the hard metal standing out against the velvety flesh. Harry moved it to trace it slowly along Draco's tongue, and then changed the movement to small, fast, teasing licks and that was just amazing.

Draco moaned and pulled out from inside Harry only to thrust his cock back in Harry's arse just as he thrust his tongue in Harry's mouth. Harry moaned and did amazing things to Draco's tongue, as Draco slammed hard and grabbed Harry's cock to stroke it jerkily. Soon, Harry was screaming in Draco's mouth as he came all over his stomach and shirt as well as Draco's hand.

The heels of Harry's boots pressed painfully in Draco's arse, almost hitting him continuously as Harry rocked on the bed, his fists gripping the sheets and hips and legs moving relentlessly. Draco felt his own orgasm rush forward and he came with a shout, Harry still moving beneath him, his legs helping Draco to ride out his orgasm.

"Fuck," Draco managed after awhile.

"Yeah," Harry sighed contently.

Draco lifted his head and looked down at him, and he didn't even say a word, but Harry stuck out his tongue indulgently. "Merlin, I love it! Will you keep it?"

Just as Draco leaned to lick the tongue, it ran back to Harry's mouth as Harry said, "No."

"Stop talking," Draco said poutily.

"Stop asking me question," Harry ventured.

"You could've just shaken your head," Draco insisted and then gasped, suddenly remembering that he was supposed to be in Argentina. "How will I get back? I have to be there in a couple of hours!"

Harry just smiled. "Oh, I'll get you a Portkey later. They kinda like me in the Ministry, you know."

"Brat," Draco accused, smiling. "Using your fame like that ..."

Harry stuck out his tongue again and Draco forgot about Portkeys, and Argentinas. The tongue repeated those fast, short, enticing licks along Draco's jaw, and then Harry murmured, "Now, I could give you that gift."

As Harry moved his head to lick his neck, Draco sighed contently � he really liked coming home.

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