An Echo of Bergamot

Fuck. 

Harry couldn’t stop the reflexive turn of his head if he tried. 

A woodsy, ash-heavy scent with a hint of bergamot wafted through his senses. 

It made his blood tingle with desire. 

Never before had a smell been so intoxicating that it rendered Harry’s brain useless for the foreseeable few minutes. 

And, a few minutes wouldn’t necessarily be a problem, except, the scent came from the bloke who shared his bloody office. So, his brain was useless all day. 

He had left to get a tea from the break room. Left. Yet the aromatic offender followed him. Bloody followed him. 

"Could you make me one too?" the posh, fragrant bastard asked. 

Harry wanted to point out that he could very well do it his damn self since he was passing by and infringing havoc on Harry’s nose, but he instead said, "Sure." And no, he did not sound wistful. 

"Thanks ever so," the blond said with a smile, his hand curling around the doorjamb as he gave Harry a once over. Then he walked away, to wherever the fuck he was going.

Somewhere else that would inevitably ruin Harry Potter, probably. 

Harry grumbled to himself, shooting a boiling charm at the lukewarm kettle and pouring both himself and Malfoy a large cup. He was getting English Breakfast whether he liked it or not. 

Yes, Draco bloody Malfoy was his office mate, because Harry hadn’t been tortured enough. 

He dropped two teabags into each paper cup and set a timer on his wand as he leaned his arse against the counter, sighing through his nose into his hands. 

Harry had to get a fucking grip. 

It was not even the fact Harry shared an office with the bloody ferret — who, admittedly, was less prat-like and insufferable than he was during school.

No.

It was his fucking cologne. 

Which, had been a new development. 

Draco had been Harry’s office mate for the past four years. 

That was old news. 

The scent was new. 

Barely two months ago, new. And it affected Harry just as detrimentally now as it did then, perhaps more. 

He thought he was going insane, salivating the way he was that first morning Malfoy waltzed in and dropped a chocolate scone on his desk. Because it wasn’t for the damn scone. It was for his cologne.

It was like fucking ambrosia. 

An aphrodisiac. 

Malfoy’s incorrigible scent. 

A manly musk with an echo of bergamot. 

He’d never smelt anything like it before. Nothing he could remember, at the very least. Embarrassingly, he’d searched for it in stores that day after work. And the following day. And the day after that. 

Just to know. 

To know the scent that Malfoy bore. 

He hadn’t found it and it was eating at him. Harry found himself craving it over the weekends. He started drinking Earl Grey every night, just because it reminded him of it. 

His wand vibrated and Harry jumped. He vanished the teabags, adding milk and sugar to each cup. Malfoy preferred a bit more than Harry did. 

He placed the lids on top, his senses finally relaxing now that he’d been away from his office, and Malfoy hadn’t been near. He finally felt like he could breathe. 

Begrudgingly, he made his way back to their office, both cups of tea in one hand. When he entered, mercifully, Malfoy hadn’t been back yet. The room still smelled like him of course, just fainter, and the effects were less drastic that way. 

He placed the cup on Malfoy’s desk and tossed a stasis charm on it, taking his own seat at his desk. 

He sighed before he took a long sip, praying to Merlin that today went by quickly. 

~§~

"Potter."

"Potter!"

A groan. "Harry!"

"Hm?" Harry asked, shaking himself out of his reverie.

"Circe, what were you daydreaming about?" 

Harry flushed. "Nothing."

Malfoy raised a curious eyebrow. "Right. Anyhow," he said as he rose from his seat, a file in hand whilst he walked over to Harry’s desk. "I was hoping you’d take a look at this report for me." And then he was standing next to him, placing down the few pages and a folder with a pale hand, his long fingers tapping against the cream coloured paper.  

Harry bit his tongue, watching his digits until his attention was drawn to Malfoy’s other hand, sitting pretty on his hip as he popped it. Both sleeves were rolled up on his forearms, exposing slim wrists that Harry was certain were coated in that merciless cologne.

Harry gulped quietly, the offending fragrance infiltrating his senses and rendering his brain useless. He looked up at him from his chair. "Why?" he choked out dumbly. 

"Because you’re the head of this case," Malfoy responded. 

Harry’s eyes caught his and Malfoy smiled condescendingly, as if he didn’t have time to deal with Harry’s mush brain. 

If only he knew it was his fault. 

Malfoy sighed, turning to face the desk and slamming his finger into the file, his cologne wafting through the air. "C’mon Potter, I know you know how to read."

The scent was driving Harry barmy. He could feel his skin prickling with the desire to touch. To sniff. To inhale Malfoy at his neck. Breathe in every ounce of it that he could. Lick the very substance off the man’s pulse points. 

It was of no aid that Malfoy was hot and Harry was simply just a man. A gay man. A gay man who had kept his attraction under wraps for the sake of professionalism, and maybe just for himself a bit because Malfoy did used to be his enemy and all.

But what was he supposed to do when the man smelled like that? Like sex, and tea, and forest and, ugh—

And his arse was just there. On display for Harry’s enjoyment. Quite literally two feet in front of his face. 

Harry’s mouth felt funny as he swallowed. 

Malfoy scoffed. "Honestly, how you saved the wizarding world is beyond all comprehension." 

"Shut up," Harry said breathily, not an ounce of bite, and maybe even a bit.. fondly. 

"Would you like my help?" he continued. "I promise not to tell a soul.  Well, except maybe Weasley, but only because I’m sure he’d agree you do in fact need it."

Harry wasn’t sure he was listening anymore. He knew Malfoy’s mouth was moving, because he was watching those pretty pink lips open and close, instead imagining they were opening and closing against his own. Imagining if he’d taste as good as he smelled. 

"Potter," he said with a snap in front of his face. "My gods, have you lost the ability to function?"

Yes.

"Here," Malfoy groused as he reached for the top of Harry’s head, turning him to face the file on his desk. His hand slipped down Harry's neck to the center of his back, holding him steady as he bent down, so he was level with Harry’s head. He placed his forefinger under the neat penmanship. "Read."

Harry may as well have been farsighted, because his glasses weren’t helping the words focus at all. Malfoy’s hand was hot between his shoulder blades, through the thin fabric of Harry’s grey button up, and the smell of his cologne was so strong, Harry was fairly certain he wasn’t taking in any oxygen. 

Malfoy turned to look at him, and Harry mirrored him, catching his gaze. He swore Malfoy had a bit of a blush on his cheeks. "Do you need me to read for you too?" he asked, his voice low.

Harry’s gaze fell to Malfoy’s lips and a thrum of arousal coasted through his chest. Of blistering need. Harry sucked on his tongue, seeking out grey eyes once again. 

Harry watched as Malfoy’s throat bobbed, his blush deeper. He turned to the file, his long, pale neck exposed, which would’ve been torture enough, if the man’s scent hadn’t smacked Harry in the face. 

Harry bit his tongue. Normally, he had a strong reign over himself at work, not allowing randy thoughts to get the better of him. But, fuck was he particularly worked up on this fine Tuesday afternoon.

He couldn’t help but imagine the taste of Malfoy's creamy skin on his tongue. Of his plump, pink lips. Of his pale wrists. Of his stomach. His cock. His pert arse. Wondering if he tasted like he smelled. 

Did his bed smell like it? Or did he shower it all off by the end of the day?

What about his house? Did his bathroom smell like it? Did he spray it in his hair? Did he take a motherfucking bath in it? Because he reeked of it. 

Harry felt Malfoy remove his hand from Harry’s back and watched him tug at the collar of his shirt. He was flushed down to his neck. Harry registered his mouth was moving, presumably reading the report, but Harry hadn’t heard a single word.

Instead, Harry closed his eyes, and inhaled. 

He let the scent infiltrate every part of him before he released a shaky breath, groaning softly. 

Harry felt dizzy with it. With the scent. With need. With him so near. 

"What is that?" Harry interrupted him, unable to stop himself.

"I-I, I beg your pardon?" Malfoy stuttered nervously. 

Harry opened his eyes to see him pink all over. "Your cologne," he rasped, his voicehusky. 

Malfoy reddened, sputtering something as he stood and adjusted his tie. "I- uh, it’s-" he stopped, closing his eyes tightly. 

Harry stood, so they were nearly nose to nose. "It’s what?"

Malfoy bit his lip, opening his eyes, which widened with their proximity. "I make it myself," he said, breathily. 

Harry raised an eyebrow, looking Malfoy’s whole face over — taking in how pink his cheeks were, how his bottom lip was partially wet and, seemed so soft. How his eyes appeared nervous. 

Malfoy let out a shuddering breath. "Do you like it?"

Harry nodded twice, eyeing down his neck. "Can I?" he asked boldly, raising a hand to dust his fingers tips against his skin there. 

He felt Malfoy swallow, before, he murmured, "Mhm." A yes. 

Harry leaned forward, stuffing his nose into Malfoy’s throat as he sniffed deeply, gasping out as the pleasant scent made him lightheaded. He grabbed Malfoy’s tie with his other hand and held him close to him as he nosed along his throat, inhaling Malfoy’s musk and wanting nothing more than to taste. 

"Harry," Malfoy whispered softly, as a hand came up to cradle the back of his head. 

Harry wasn’t sure if he was intoxicated or not. If the smell literally poisoned him, or was a spell of some sort. Maybe Amortentia. 

Fuck. Harry needed to taste. To touch. 

His hands dropped to Malfoy’s waist as his tongue came out flatly against Malfoy’s skin. He felt the thin man startle in his arms. 

"Tell me to stop Draco," he breathed desperately as he felt blood rushing to his cock. His mind overwhelmed with lust and desire. 

Malfoy whimpered. "Harry please," he said instead, his hands coming up to curl into Harry’s hair. 

"Fuck," Harry responded, before he pressed his lips into Malfoy’s throat. "You taste so good."

Harry heard a gasp come from the man and that spurred him on, as he kissed and licked all over his neck, tasting him. 

And gods did he taste perfect. Like citrus soaked wood. Like the most decadent cream. Like sun showers on a hot day. 

"Lock the door. Silence it," Harry breathed, as he pushed the man into the wall — his mind racing, his thoughts locked on Malfoy and his scent and his skin. 

"Harry," he moaned. 

Harry’s hands moved to his arse and he squeezed and Malfoy whimpered, quietly. And then Harry felt him moving, felt a hand reach into his own pocket to grab his — Harry’s — wand and then Malfoy was casting the requested spells at their office door. 

"Yes," Harry groaned desperately. He grabbed at the hand holding his wand, kissing down the exposed flesh of his wrist and forearm, licking at the addictive taste that was Draco. 

He moved to his left arm, not bearing the faded mark a single thought as he treated that wrist with the same attention, and the moans that came out of Malfoy were enough to cause Harry fear of spunking his pants. 

Harry pulled away then, looking Malfoy right in those beautiful stormy grey eyes. The pupils were big and dark and nearly as intoxicating as his scent was. Harry dragged his thumb across the plump bottom lip, making the man gasp. 

"Can I kiss you, Draco?" he asked, his eyes trained on his intended destination. 

And the fucker took Harry’s thumb into his mouth and sucked.

Harry’s mouth dropped open. "Fuck."

Draco released his thumb, "I reckon we’re past that?" Then he pulled Harry closer by his top, looking at Harry’s lips. "Wouldn’t you?"

Harry nodded, moaning as he pressed their lips together — harshly — all tongue and teeth and perfection. 

Draco was yanking at the buttons on Harry’s shirt, his fingers somehow deft enough to undo them. 

"Gods, you smell so good," Harry breathed out. "So fucking good. Drives me barmy," he admitted as he snogged the man against the wall. 

"Harry!" Draco whined, hands groping Harry’s bare chest. 

"You have no idea what it does to me," Harry said in between kisses as he moved down his jaw, inhaling deeply at his throat. "Fucking- perfect."

"You noticed," Draco choked. 

"I noticed."

And then Harry licked a long stripe up his neck, and moaned, taking his earlobe into his mouth and sucking. 

"Gods," moaned Draco. 

Harry turned his efforts to undoing the man’s tie, which was harder than it should’ve been as he got his fingers around it to pull at the knot. 

When he finally got it, he cursed out of happiness and kissed his neck all the way back to the man’s soft lips. He tugged at Malfoy’s shirt and Draco took the hint and began unbuttoning for him, because really, Harry shouldn’t be trusted with that task right now. 

Instead, he worked at his belt buckle, undoing it and the top button before he stuffed his hand into his trousers, cupping his hard cock through his pants. 

"Fuck," Draco said with a shudder. 

"Is this okay?" Harry asked. 

Draco grabbed him by the chin, looking into his eyes incredulously. "Stop asking stupid questions."

"But-" 

"Potter!" 

"Alright," Harry conceded before he lowered to his knees. He licked his bottom lip, looking up at Draco while he pulled his zipper down. "Shall I just assume you want this, then?" he teased, smirking at the desperate look of annoyance on Draco’s face. 

And then Harry was inhaling the crook of his groin, the infuriatingly decadent scent there too. It was just perfect and made Harry feel like he was floating in the clouds. Like he was soaring on his broom. Like he was having sex. 

And well, okay, he sorta was having sex.

He mouthed at the man’s hard cock, the fabric wetting under his lips. Draco shivered out a mewl and Harry looked up at him, to see his eyes hooded and his lip between his teeth. 

"Beautiful," Harry whispered against his groin, as he stared at him. 

At his defined chest. At his stomach. His white shirt draped open around his flanks, abdomen lined with a faint six pack and white scars he’d long since apologised for. 

And gods if it wasn’t all too much. His scent overwhelmed him. It screamed at him for more. To do more. To lick and taste and kiss and breathe Draco. 

Harry had fantasised about this of course. Him and Malfoy in their office. Even when Harry hadn’t known that the man was gay. Even before Malfoy began teasing him flirtatiously. Even before his cologne offended his nostrils in the most tantalising way.  

But apparently it was happening and it was apparently real and, honestly, Harry wasn’t sure if he was dreaming.

"Pinch me," Harry said, breathlessly, as he kissed Draco’s clothed cock. 

"What?" Draco asked, lacing a hand through Harry’s hair to press him against his cock. 

"Fuck," Harry moaned as he leaned into his finger tips. "Harder."

Draco’s eyes widened, processing for a moment, before he tugged on Harry’s hair, roughly. 

"Mm," he whimpered, kissing at his cock. "Pinch me," Harry begged again, lifting up his arm to grab his waist. 

And Draco did, pinching the skin on his strong, wide forearm. The sting real and perfect and- "W-Why?" Draco asked. 

"Because.." he started, pulling away slightly to tug his pants and trousers all the way to his ankles. "I needed to make sure I wasn’t dreaming," Harry finished as he stared at the beautiful, pink, thick cock that bobbed happily in front of his face. 

Harry hardly registered the moan of his last name from above as he engulfed Draco’s hard member into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the tip, tightening his lips as he drew down, all the way to the base. 

"Harry fucking Potter!" Draco yelled as Harry swallowed him down his throat, gagging himself on Draco’s perfect cock. His groin smelled like him. Like that amazing cologne that Harry loved so much. That intoxicated him. 

"Mm?" Harry questioned without stopping, outlining the vein on the underside of his shaft with his tongue and massaging the base with his lips. 

"Gods your mouth," he said, pulling hard on Harry’s hair and Harry growled desperately, swallowing and bobbing on his cock, wanting it deeper, wanting to suck the man dry. 

And fuck, he loved his hair being pulled. Loved sucking cock. Loved that it was Draco. 

Draco pulled his curls again and Harry cried out, sucking back and forth over his cock at a faster pace, moaning desperately. 

"Stop! Stop! I’m going to-" 

Draco yanked Harry’s hair roughly when he didn’t comply, dislodging his cock from Harry’s wanting mouth. 

"Draco," Harry pleaded. "I want you to come."

Harry watched Draco’s cock twitch, precome spilling from the tip and dripping down his shaft. Harry lapped at it, with his tongue, and Draco’s lips parted. 

"Please," Harry begged. 

Draco bit his lip, the bottom one, it quivering under the pearly white bone. He nodded, then squeezed his eyes shut tight and shook his head. 

Harry went to speak, to ask ‘what', but then Draco opened his eyes, looking at Harry desperately, like he was scared to ask for something. 

"Tell me sweetheart," he said quickly, rising higher onto his knees as he grabbed Draco by the waist. "Whatever you want." And Harry kissed his hip bones, laving at the divots there, tasting the perfection that was Draco’s skin. 

Harry felt as Draco trembled, watched as he steeled himself, and then, turned himself around, so his arse was in Harry’s face. 

Harry’s jaw fell open, his cock twitching desperately in the tight confines of his trousers. 

The tail of Draco’s shirt dipped past his hips and covered the top half of his arse. "Off," Harry demanded, tugging at the offending fabric. 

Draco complied, shrugging it off and throwing it to the side before he pressed himself into the wall. "Please," he whispered, beseeching. 

He didn’t even need to say it. Harry wanted to. He’d do it willingly. He’d give everything, just to have a taste. 

Harry’s hand fell to his own lap as he worked to remove his belt and undo his fly, all while he grasped the curve of Draco’s arse with the other, squeezing one cheek, revealing his sex. 

His pink, furrowed entrance fluttered at the exposure to air. "Draco," Harry whimpered, his voice desperate. 

Gods, he wanted him. He reached into his pants and grasped his cock. He groaned, gently biting into the flesh of Draco’s arse as he jerked himself a few times. 

"Will you hurry up?" Draco bit out.  

Harry chuckled, placing a light kiss where he bit. "I can’t take my time?" he teased. 

"No- Fuck!" Draco groaned, smacking his forehead into the wall as Harry buried his face into Draco’s arse, latching his lips around his hole and sucking and kissing and- "Harry!"

Draco reached down and grabbed Harry by the hair, and Harry loved the feeling, touching himself as sparks of pleasure tore through him. Moaning as he pressed his tongue into Draco’s entrance, tasting the manly musk that was Draco Malfoy.

The sexy man who smelled and tasted of sandalwood and bergamot. Who he’d wanted for the past two years or so. Who apparently wanted him too.

"Harry!" Draco whinged, grinding his arse against Harry’s tongue, grip iron tight in his hair as he held him close. 

Harry was convinced he wouldn’t be able to escape even if he had been suffocating. Not that he’d even want to. Not that he’d even try. And really, would that be such a terrible way to go?

Harry punched his tongue in and out of him, drawing it out to circle around the rim a few times and Draco simply went nutty for it. His legs started to shake. The grip on his hair got tighter. Harry could feel the pulse in his arse speed up against his tongue. 

"Gods- Stop!" 

Harry growled, not wanting to. He gave one last lick before he listened, begrudgingly.

He let go of his own cock and grabbed Draco by the hips, spinning him. His face looked fucked out and subdued and- gods. Harry moaned, the sight unbearable, and he leaned forward, kissing the tip of his cock. 

Fuck, he tastes so good, he thought as he lapped up every bit of precome Draco had to offer him. 

And then he was tugging at the clothes around Malfoy’s ankles, untying the laces of his brogues so Malfoy could kick them off. And he did, stepping out of his trousers and pants a moment after. Harry was on him in an instant, his mouth on his cock while he tapped at Draco’s inner thighs, urging him to spread his legs apart. 

Malfoy was mewling, and Harry grabbed him by his hamstring, throwing his leg over his shoulder, one after the other, holding the man up and deep throating him until he choked. Malfoy keened. 

"Harry!" 

Harry moaned, pulling his mouth off of him and lifting him up a bit more, just so, stuffing his face between his checks whilst his thighs rested on his shoulders. Harry was completely surrounded and engulfed by Draco’s skin, his scent and fuck- it was so amazing that Harry ate his arse with all he had. 

"H-Harry!" Draco yelped. "Fuck! Wait!"

Harry only moved his tongue faster when Draco pulled at his hair. 

"Please Harry! Stop- I’m so close."

Circe, how could one man be so bloody hot? 

"Fuck," Harry relented. "I want to make you come Draco," he growled against his taint. 

"I want you to fuck me," Draco cried, quickly. 

Harry stilled, letting out a moan before he shoved his tongue into Draco three more times, pulled away, and placed the man down onto unsteady feet. 

Then he was standing, staring at Draco right in the face. "How do you want it?"

Draco bit his lip so hard. He grabbed Harry by the face with both hands and shoved his tongue down Harry’s throat. 

Harry moaned into him, the smell igniting his senses once again with the proximity to his neck. "Gods, you smell amazing Draco," he said desperately. "I’ll never get enough."

Draco whimpered. "Fuck, you can’t just say shit like that.” 

Harry breathed into his neck, kissing him over and over there. "I mean it," he murmured against his skin as he snaked a finger to the cleft of his arse, conjuring lube into his middle and forefinger. 

"Fuck- please Harry!"

Gods, Harry’s head was spinning. "Sh-Should we go back to yours? Or mine, maybe?" he asked quickly, unable to think.

Draco arched his throat till his head bounced against the wall. "It’s a bit late for that too," he snarked, breathlessly.

Harry gave a sheepish smile and a shrug. "Do you want a bed?"

Draco took Harry’s wrist and pressed it till the tip of his index finger pressed inside his arse. "I thought I said no more questions," he demanded, out of breath. 

Harry faltered, the tight heat hypnotic. And he pressed his finger further, till he felt that spot. "You said stup-"

"Shut up Harry," he moaned out as Harry curled a finger into his prostate. "F-Fuck me against this wall, and then on your desk," he begged. 

Harry added a second finger, stretching him wide and massaging his prostate. "Thought about it have you?" he teased. 

"Not as much as you have," he retorted, his voice breathy. 

"That so?" Harry asked, kissing under his jaw. 

"Mhm," he nodded as Harry thrust in with three fingers. "You’re not very subtle."

And wasn’t that the truth. "Fuck."

"Now give it to me," he demanded, grinding back in Harry’s fingers. 

"From behind or like this?"

"Both. Just- fuck Harry!"

Harry groaned, kissing him deeply before he removed his fingers and pushed his own trousers and pants down to his thighs. He grabbed the slim man’s hamstrings, lifting Draco into his arms. Draco wrapped his legs around Harry's waist, snaking a lube-coated hand under his arse and guiding Harry's cock to his entrance. 

"Fuck," Harry rasped, pausing once he was in place.

"Please," Draco begged, grasping at Harry’s bicep. 

Harry pressed the head of his cock through tight muscle, stopping for a moment. "Did-Did you know I liked your cologne?" he asked as Draco gasped out, trying to push down onto Harry’s cock. 

"What did I say about questions Harry?"

"Answer me," he breathed, pushing in just a tad deeper, keeping Draco on the edge of needing more. 

"Fuck me!"

"Tell me!"

"Harry!"

Harry slammed into him, all the way to the hilt, and Draco screamed, wrapping his fingers tightly in Harry’s hair. And gods, his arse was sublime. 

"Take your fucking shirt off," Draco begged as Harry stayed still. 

Harry kissed down his jaw. "Did you know I liked it?" he asked, inhaling the decadent scent along his neck — licking him there to drive his point home. 

"Yes, you idiot." 

Harry pulled out and slammed back in.

"Fuck!" they said at the same time. 

"Gods Draco, how much do you put on?"

"Mm," he just whimpered, allowing Harry to pound into him. "Enough. I had to do something," he practically yelped the last word as Harry thrusted in deeply. "Thought you’d make a move. Gryffindor alum and all."

Harry had no idea how he was so articulate at the moment, because Harry was in bliss. 

"I said off," Draco groaned, yanking at his shirt, pushing it halfway down his shoulders before Harry vanished it wordlessly, kissing him hard as Draco moaned into his mouth. 

Draco’s arse squeezed his prick perfectly — so tight and slick, so warm and inviting. His impeccable fucking scent surrounded him and Harry was drowning in it. 

"Fuck," Harry breathed. "You feel so good Draco."

Draco moaned with a nod, arching his throat before he latched his hands onto Harry’s shoulders and took Harry’s cock like he was made for it. 

"Gods Draco," he groaned, fucking into him with abandon, giving into his every desire since the day his thoughts wandered further, when he first saw him outside of work — at the bar with their coworkers — that stupid silk button up undone at the top. 

"I’m close Harry," he said desperately, pulling him into a kiss. 

And Harry melted into it, their lips tangling in the most perfect way. Their tongues twisting deliciously. Harry swore he tasted bergamot and fuck it had to be the taste of heaven.

Draco was moaning wantonly and it turned Harry’s brain to mush. He pulled away, slipping out and letting Draco down gently, the whine of protest tugging at Harry’s heart. 

He kissed him hard and then he turned him, burying his nose into Draco’s nape as he inhaled his mesmerising scent. 

"Harry, please," he begged as he pressed the crease of his arse against Harry’s cock. 

"Yes," Harry agreed. Then he kissed his shoulder as he pressed in, the warm tight heat so inviting, so intoxicating. 

"Harry!"

Harry lost himself as he pounded into him. The hem of his trousers digging into his thighs as he spread them for better leverage. 

“Fuck right there!" 

And Harry listened, thrusting into the spot that had Draco mewling and arching against him. 

"I-I’m about to- I’m going to- Harry!"

"Fuck Draco," he whined as he slowed. And Draco cried out at the loss of tempo. 

"Please," he begged. 

"Like this? Or on the desk?"

Draco whimpered, leaning his forehead on the wall as his chest heaved, and tried to catch his breath. "Fuck, you’re trying to kill me."

Harry chuckled, snaking his hand around his chest to hug him close and kiss his neck. He paused his thrusts, dragging his lips to his ear, and kissed him there too. "Maybe just a little," he whispered seductively, and Draco keened. 

"Harry," he pleaded. 

"Tell me what you want," he lured against his ear. His hands roamed across his entire torso, twisting both nipples between his fingers. 

Draco whined, moving his hips back and forth over Harry’s cock before Harry stopped him with strong hands on his waist. 

"How do you want to come?" he asked as he inhaled his scent again, trailing his nose along the column of Draco's throat. 

"If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to strangle you,” he growled, breath heavy and hot. It drove Harry mental. 

"Demanding you are," Harry teased, licking the base of his neck, and as Draco started to speak, Harry pulled out and slammed back in, turning whatever Draco was going to say into a garbled moan. 

"Yes, yes, yes!" Draco whined, chanting in time with Harry’s rough thrusts. "Harder Harry!"

"Fucking- Gods," Harry moaned. "I’m quite sure it’s you who’s killing me.” 

Draco yelped as Harry slammed into his prostate. "Mmm. Hence the cologne," he replied through his teeth. "Fuck don’t stop-"

Harry mewled, biting the crook of his neck and sucking hard until he could taste a hint of blood. Until the skin bloomed purple, the evidence of their connection vibrant against his pale complexion. 

He was quite sure he’d never had better sex in his life. Draco was so responsive, so wanton, so deliriously hot, his entire persona enveloping him along with his scent and his arse. Gods, Harry wouldn’t be surprised if he combusted into thin air. 

He was also quite sure he’d never be the same again. Never be content if this was a one off fuck. He needed Draco. His scent. His body. His infuriating and perfectly snarky personality. 

"Harry! Fuck- oh-"

Harry growled, grabbing him by the hips to pull out. 

"You insufferable- prick," Draco spat, throwing a look full of venom at Harry over his shoulder. 

Harry gave him a drunken smile as he turned him around to face him, going for a kiss that Draco avoided snottily and Harry collided with his jaw. 

He chuckled against the barely there stubble as he kissed his chin, rubbing his cock against Draco’s. 

"Harry," he pleaded, giving in and finding his lips. And they kissed as Harry dragged him away from the wall and to his desk. 

Harry pressed Draco’s arse against the lip of the wood, nudging at his chest so he’d lay down. He kissed him there, down to his abdomen before he stood, pushing his trousers to his shins. Harry looked down at Draco, fucked out and desperate, as he lifted his legs and settled between his thighs. 

"This okay?"

Draco glared at him, and Harry couldn’t contain his happiness as he pressed in, watching Draco’s face contort into pleasure as Harry bottomed out. 

"If you stop again, I’ll personally make sure you have desk duty for a month."

"Does that include you?" Harry quipped, before he withdrew and plowed back into him. 

Draco cursed and threw his head back into the desk, arching his chest up as Harry pounded into him. 

"Gods you’re beautiful," Harry said wistfully. 

"Harry," he whinged. 

"Fuck Draco."

Harry slowed, thrusting into him with purpose, trying to find the spot that would turn Draco to goo. 

When he did, Draco screamed and recited ‘yes’ so many times it made Harry dizzy. 

"Shit Draco, I’m close," Harry said as he watched him in awe.

Draco nodded frantically, a hand in his hair, pulling at his own blond strands, while he grabbed the edge of the desk tightly with the other. 

"Just- oh my gods don’t stop!"

"Draco," Harry moaned. 

"Don’t stop Harry- I’m- fuck!"

"Fuck you look so good like this," Harry breathed out desperately. 

"Harder!" And Harry obliged, feeling his climax coiling hot in his stomach. "I’m- gods fuck I’m coming Harry!"

"Draco!"

"Fuck!" he screamed as his back arched and his legs shook against Harry’s chest. "Oh fuck!"

Harry watched as Draco’s come shot from his prick, covering his chest with his creamy spend. As his lips shaped into bliss and his eyes closed shut. He was the image of perfection.

Draco’s arse squeezed Harry’s dick and it was blinding. Harry cursed as he fucked into him, coasting Draco through his orgasm until the feeling in his nerves built — up and up and up until it snapped. 

After a moment Draco sat up, grabbing Harry by the hair and pulling tightly, dragging his face to his neck with a groan.

And his scent was enthralling, affecting Harry’s ability to breathe, the fucking cologne melting his brain. Draco pulled at his hair harder, till Harry moaned; the feeling of his fingers in his hair and his fragrance in his nose and his arse choking his cock, all-consuming. 

"Draco," he said desperately, voice barely breath. "I’m coming! Fuck!" 

Draco may have responded, but he couldn’t be sure as white took over his vision and he heard static as his orgasm washed over him. 

Every pore on his body vibrated. His stomach tightened and the pleasure tore through his veins from head to toe like Fiendfyre. 

"Draco," he whimpered, as he slowly thrusted into him, riding his orgasm out as the high started to subside. 

Harry fell against him, kissing his neck languidly and inhaling the scent that drove him wild.

He could feel Draco’s chest rising and falling with exertion under him. His breath soft against his ear. 

Draco’s hand rested in his hair and he began to massage his scalp, gently. Harry hummed, hugging him closer. 

He could feel Draco’s rapid heart beat under his chest. Could feel his own beating wildly against his ribs. Could feel his lungs burning as he heaved roughly, trying to catch his breath. 

All Harry could smell was Draco and his intoxicating cologne. He was half convinced he’d passed out from lack of air intake. 

He wouldn’t have minded in the slightest if that were the case.

It was brilliant, having Draco’s hands in his hair and his aroma in his nose. Draco's hot chest against his own and his softening cock against Harry's tight abdomen. 

He let himself be pet, let himself breathe as the fog from sex started to lift. As he started to register where they were, and what they just did. A shiver of arousal went through him and he felt his spent cock twitch in Draco’s arse. 

Draco had been quietly running his fingers through Harry’s hair, his legs still wrapped around Harry’s waist. Harry felt him shift and then he felt his soft, wet lips on the edge of his forehead, kissing him gently. 

"Are you alive?" he asked between small pecks quietly, his tone happy and calm. 

"Define alive," Harry mumbled, burying his face into the silky skin that was Draco’s neck. 

He felt Draco chuckle, his chest vibrating his own. "Breathing. Which you are, you big brute," he determined, moving to try and push Harry off. Harry didn’t want to move. "And we’re still at work, so, if you’d kindly, get the fuck off." 

Harry laughed then, pushing onto his palms to look down at Draco. He was so handsome. Beautiful. His expression fucked out and passive. Harry bit his lip, smiling at the man before he leaned down to kiss him, unable to help himself. 

Draco responded, kissing him back lazily and holding Harry close to him. 

Harry felt like he was floating.  

They kissed and kissed until Harry felt that fire again, and his cock started hardening inside Draco’s arse.

Draco pulled away with a hum. "Mh, that’s enough," he breathed, tapping Harry’s shoulder so he’d get off, and Harry straightened his arms over him, to stand, still connected by their most intimate parts. 

Harry gave an experimental thrust of his hips and Draco shuddered, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he whimpered. 

He bent a knee and pushed at Harry’s chest with his socked foot. "Down boy," he teased. 

Harry looked at him lustfully, but complied, pulling out his semi-erect member which left Draco with another shiver. 

He turned then, looking for his wand that Draco used earlier, and found it by Draco’s crumpled trousers and scattered shoes. He summoned it as Draco sat up, and Harry put his hand under his chin, tilting him up so he could kiss him again. 

Draco melted into it and Harry dragged the tip of his wand to his stomach, nonverbally cleaning them up. Harry kissed him for a bit longer, until he pulled away and tapped at his shoulder so he’d stand. 

Draco winced slightly as he did and Harry had to use all of his willpower not to yank him into another kiss and snog him into next year. 

"Turn around," he said instead. "Let me clean you up."

Draco blushed, but nodded, showing Harry his backside. Harry bit the inside of his cheek as he looked at his perfect body, cupping his arse with his left hand as he cast a gentle cleansing spell. 

Draco shuddered again and Harry chuckled, kissing his neck a few times before he pulled away, and cleaned himself up. 

Draco looked at him meekly, dropping his gaze bashfully to the floor. It made Harry feral. 

He grabbed Draco and pulled him into a kiss that had Harry sighing against him, his hands roaming his torso as he felt his cock filling. The kiss left them both breathless when Draco broke it, looking at Harry with desire filled eyes. 

Harry licked his lips as he looked at him and he summoned Draco's clothes, which Draco took and started to dress. 

Harry pulled his own trousers and pants up, looking around for his shirt before he realised he had vanished it. 

"What?" Draco asked, as he buttoned up his own. 

"Vanished my shirt," Harry responded, an impenetrable smile on his face. 

Draco scoffed. "So summon it."

"I could stay like this?" Harry offered and Draco laughed, biting his lip. 

After what felt like minutes of staring at Draco and his beautiful face, Harry closed his eyes and concentrated on summoning his shirt. 

Draco chuckled as Harry pulled it on, fingers working on the tie around his neck. "It’s inside out,” he declared.

"Hm? Oh," Harry said, as he looked down and realised Draco was right. "Oops," he said with a shrug, not bothering to fix it.

"Merlin," Draco groused, finishing with his tie before reaching for Harry’s shirt. He pushed it off his arms and righted it, urging it onto Harry. 

Harry obliged with a drunk smile and let Draco button him up. The cheeky bastard left the top button undone and tucked just one flap into the front of his trousers with a wink. 

Harry looked at him dreamily, and now that they were fully dressed, Harry pulled him into a kiss again, full and inviting. 

He inhaled the amazing cologne as he kissed him, wanting nothing more than to swallow him whole. 

Eventually Draco pulled away, with a blush on his cheeks. And Harry was elated. 

"Come to dinner with me tonight."

Draco smiled. "It’s Tuesday."

Harry cocked an eyebrow. "You don’t eat dinner on weeknights?"

He scoffed out at laugh and looked at him endearingly. "Alright. Dinner then."

Dinner first, then everything else. 

"Wear your cologne," Harry added as Draco moved shyly back to his desk. 

"Read my bloody report, and maybe I will." 

And Harry laughed, his heart full and his brain foggy, as he smelt the echo of Draco’s cologne on his skin. 

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