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Happy Birthday To Draco	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9740 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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It wasn’t until they landed with a pop in front of Harry’s flat that Draco’s heart began to quicken in pace. He’d planned every move -every detail of this scheme, and yet he found himself nervous in ways he hadn’t felt since he was a child. Draco had insisted Harry take him to his place, calling it ‘part of the birthday experience’, but he hadn’t anticipated Harry would be so willing -even with a lust potion coursing through his veins.

He watched Harry fumble around for his keys in his pockets, and Draco rolled his eyes, removing his wand from its holster on his hip and waving it at the door. It clicked open instantly. Harry looked startled and embarrassed at his lack of concentration, too overly stimulated to think of much else. His pupils were blown to the nines, his cheeks were tinged red, and he kept biting at his lower lip as it would relieve some of the hot-under-the-collar emotions he felt. But Draco knew the only way Harry was getting out of this one was the good old fashioned way – relieving unresolved sexual tension. And the air was full of it as Harry stepped inside his apartment, Draco following close behind.

“I... you, er, want something to drink?”

Draco smirked, raising a confident eyebrow. “Do you keep any of the good stuff?”

Harry’s shaky fingers came up to the second button of his shirt and threaded it through its loop. “Hermione brought some wine over two nights ago. Not sure what it is… I’ve never much cared for wine.”

“Granger comes over? On her own?”

“Well, yeah. She’s my best friend. One of them, anyway.” And with that, Harry’s eyes flittered to the floor, thoroughly embarrassed by the grin that curled over Draco’s lips. The blond took one step closer, then another, until he found himself once again inside Harry’s personal space. They weren’t familiar with this amount of closeness, aside from the small occasions of being pressed together in the stands at a Quidditch match or trying to avoid crowds on a busy street while stumbling around, aimlessly drunk. Draco swore he could nearly hear Harry’s heart pounding away in his chest, frightened by the possibilities of what was to come.

He let his soft breath tickle Harry’s stubble as he leaned in to whisper against his ear, “Tell me, when that bushy haired little minx comes over, do you two… share each other’s company?”

“Sh-share?”

“Intimately.”

“I… no.” Harry frowned, drawing his face back to meet Draco’s eyes with his own. “I don’t think of her like that.”

“No? -Shame. She’s really grown into her body, you know.”

“You noticed?”

“I appreciate all forms of pleasing flesh. Yours included.” Draco made a point not to physically touch the other wizard yet. He needed to play it coy, for now. Though, if he were being honest, he’d been doing it for years. Even when they hated each other, he couldn’t deny the fluster of heat under his skin when he’d catch sight of the Gryffindor golden boy. “And if I’m not mistaken, you share my sentiments for the human form as well.”

“I…” Harry closed his eyes for half a moment, obviously fighting the effects of the potion, determined to get his thought across. “I’ve tried not to think on it.”

“Yet here we are.”

“You did this to me.”

“I also gave you a choice. One of which you made yourself, need I remind you.” Draco rubbed the tip of his nose against Harry’s, staring intently into his eyes. “And seeing as how it’s my birthday, and you’ve come along on this journey so far -what say you just leave all that worrying on the floor along with your clothes?”

He guided his hands up to Harry’s shirt and began to undo the buttons one at a time, purposefully allowing his lips to graze over the other’s, but never firmly. Firm would mean to kiss, and he knew his friend wasn’t ready for that. Not just yet. Though he did allow the blond to finish the very last button, and even managed to curl a hand around Draco’s bicep, inhaling sharply. “I’ve never been with…” His voice lowered to a whisper, which was adorable considering they were in the comforts of an empty apartment, present company excluded. “-a man before.”

“A body is just a body,” Draco simpered, eyeing Harry’s chest with interest, “and yours is quite the spectacle, isn’t it? All that Auror training sure does pay off, so it seems.” His eyes snapped back to Harry’s. “Go over to the sofa and sit. I promise to make it worth your while.”

Harry breathed in and out again and again, trying to calm the fluster within his mind as well as body. “O-Okay.” It was obvious he wasn’t one to argue. He sidestepped and made his way to the couch before taking a less than graceful seat in the middle, arms down at his sides, lips parted in ways which begged to be taken advantage of.

“Remove your shirt entirely.”

Harry’s button up found its way tossed over the edge of the couch, near the fireplace behind it. Draco nodded in approval, taking in the lean cut of firm muscles and subtle scarring. Golden Boy indeed -Harry’s skin was sun kissed and taunted Draco with the appeal to be licked. Every inch of that glorious skin called to him, from the sculpted shoulders to the dip in his navel. He crossed the threshold of the living room, resting one knee, and then the other, around Harry, caging him as he gripped the back of the sofa and caged the wizard’s face with his arms. Once comfortable, Draco settled into Harry’s lap and planted one soft, seductive kiss under Harry’s jaw, just above his Adam’s apple. “Comfortable yet?”

“Not entirely sure.”

“You’ll get there. Relax.” Draco licked a line from the base of Harry’s throat all the way to his earlobe, where he nibbled before continuing to trail his tongue around the shell of his ear. “Although I can’t promise not to bite.” His voice was soft, yet commanding. “What do you want, Harry?”

He could hear the jagged breaths as Harry gathered his thoughts enough to answer, “It’s your birthday.”

“Is that an invitation?”

“Just… ah, fuck it.” Strong hands came up and cupped Draco’s cheeks before Harry sent his lips on a crash course with the blond’s. They were softer than Draco expected -thicker, too. Harry’s kiss wasn’t at all elegant the way Draco’s previous entanglements had been -he was more masculine, dominating -a true man in every way. His tongue brushed across Draco’s lower lip in a showmanship of power, but Draco, never one to be undone, met Harry’s claim with one of his own; he bit down on Harry’s lower lip, dragging it forward and suckling seductively. The act forced a low, guttural groan from Harry, who sped the kiss up and forced his tongue into Draco’s mouth, refusing to submit. The flustered kissing made Draco’s insides squirm -never before had he been met with such an sparked soul. It lit a flame within him, and he found himself diving his tongue in for a taste of Harry’s sweet, butterbeer tasting mouth, determined to discover every nook and crevice of the man, starting with the sensation of his tongue.

Impatient from the potion, Harry bucked his hips upwards, grinding his pelvis into Draco’s, demanding attention not only from his mouth. Draco felt a warm shimmer travel down his spine, recognizing it instantly. His sexual drive lit up like never before, and he moved his hips forward, the firmness in his pants meeting Harry’s with the right amount of pressure to make them both moan. Never once did they stop the kissing as Harry became brave and allowed his hands to travel to Draco’s ass, where he grabbed greedily. Soon, Draco found his own shirt discarded somewhere off to the side.

Eventually, they did surface for air, as well as a chance to assess the situation. When Draco broke the kissing, he withdrew his face long enough to notice Harry’s puffy lips and even more unruly hair.

The wizard beneath him laughed, wide eyed but entirely more comfortable. “You kiss like a woman.”

Draco smirked, despite his instinctual urge to hex his friend on the spot. “I’m going to take that as a compliment. Women are sensational kissers.”

“Yeah…” Harry laughed again. “This isn’t as -as bad as I expected.”

“Yes, well. This isn’t the first time you’ve been wrong about things. Certainly won’t be your last.” Draco dared a wink.

“Shut up.” Harry grabbed the back of Draco’s head and yanked him down into another kiss, this time slower and far less commanding. He took his time, nibbling and licking at Draco’s upper lip before making sure work of his lower one. With surprising force, he flipped Draco over on the couch, pinning him down against the length of it. His kisses moved to Draco’s neck, his collarbone, tugging at the taut, pale skin with his teeth. Draco moaned, silently cursing himself for letting Harry take control the way he did. But there was another part of him which wondered just how far Harry would go.

Those soft lips found their way to Draco’s left nipple, and Harry swirled his tongue around the nub, pebbling it.

“Fuck.” This was new for Draco. Normally, the women (or men) he shared his bed with weren’t so thoughtful. His eyes fell closed as Harry flicked his tongue before rolling the nipple between his teeth. Soon, he licked a trail to the other nipple and administered the same attention. “You’re just full of surprises.”

“Someone thought it was smart to feed me a lust potion,” Harry whispered, his hot breath teasing. “I figure -if I’m going to do this, I’m going to give it my all.”

“Such a Gryffindor,” Draco chuckled, but then gasped when Harry licked a line down his stomach, all the way to his belt buckle. Instinctively, he bucked his hips up, and Harry took the opportunity to unclasp the buckle, unbuttoning the slacks with his teeth. Holy shit. Harry was more… resourceful than he gave him credit for. His soft, wet tongue glided down Draco’s slacks, right over the pulsing erection hidden beneath the material.

“You’re right, Draco. I think I do fancy men, too.”

“Of course I’m right,” Draco sneered, though it was half-hearted.

Harry rolled his eyes before brushing his tongue over the head of Draco’s covered cock, forcing him to moan. Sure hands came up and tugged Draco’s slacks down, and, without the need to be convinced, Harry wrapped a hand around the length of Draco’s cock, gripping him thoughtfully.

Merlin, this was going better than Draco ever imagined possible.

“You did this to me,” Harry said. “I want you to know, I’m super pissed off right now. But I… fuck, I have to taste it.” And then his tongue darted out, licking down the slit in such a way that had Draco’s mouth falling open and his eyes drifting down to watch. Harry smirked, his green eyes fixed on Draco’s face while he trailed his tongue around the head of his cock. Draco couldn’t stop the muffled groan of approval, and with it, encouragement to continue. And continue, Harry did. He licked all the way down the length of Draco’s cock, over every pulsing vein and stretched bit of skin. Then, he trailed that soft tongue all the way back up to the tip, lapping up the precum. “Beg me for it.”

It took Draco a moment to comprehend, so far gone in elation. “What?”

“Beg me. For it.”

Draco snorted. “Malfoys don’t beg.”

“Oh. I see.” Harry released his cock and sat up on his knees, staring down with a smug expression. “Just because I’m horny, don’t mistake it for you being in control here.”

“Potter…”

“Oh, back to Potter, now? What happened to Harry?”

“I won’t beg.”

“That’s fine.” Harry titled his head, reaching down to his own pants. “I’ll just go have a wank and pop off to bed. Goodnight, Draco.”

Draco’s arm came out and grasped Harry’s wrist, preventing him from moving. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Beg me.” Harry raised a challenging eyebrow. “You did this to me. It’s the least you can do.”

Sighing, Draco weighed his options. It was going too well, wasn’t it? Of course something would go wrong. He snarled, throwing his head back against the sofa cushions and biting the back of his hand in frustration. Against it, he muttered something, though it was far too muffled to be heard.

“What was that?” Harry teased.

Another snarl. “You fucking heard me.”

“Not loud enough.”

“Merlin’s pants.” Draco rolled his eyes and said in his most monotone expression, “Suck me off.”

“Ask nicely.”

“I’ll show you fucking nice in a moment.”

“That a threat?”

“Could be.”

Both men glared at each other, though for Harry it was all show. Somehow, he was getting a sick sense of enjoyment watching Draco suffer. It did nothing but make Draco’s cock even harder. Eventually, after the silence dragged on far too long, Draco bit his lower lip and sighed. “Please. Please finish what you started.”

Harry flashed a grin. “See, Draco? That wasn’t that hard, was it?” He leaned forward and brushed his lips against the blond’s. “Prepare yourself. You wanted to know what I was like in the bedroom? You’re about to find out.”
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