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Draco hovered on the edge of sleep, drifting in that obsidian space, as darkness slowly consumed him.
He felt something warm on him, callused hand wrapping around his ankle, squeezing gently, testing his awareness, Draco mumbled in his sleep and tried to pry away the grip on his leg.
His leg twitched involuntarily as the hand slid higher, resting now over his calf, ticklish skin behind his knee, pushing his joggers up, up, up, trailing lazily, rough touch kindling heat in its wake.
Draco's breath hitched, in his sleepy haze, as the large hand traced the sensitive skin on his thigh and squeezed it between rough fingers. His hips buckled as it seeking more friction, for more pressure, anything. His cock was already half-hard, it usually is when he sleeps and hugs his husband’s large frame, filling rapidly as the teasing touches sent sparks of want through his nerve endings.
Then the warm hand paused, and considered its next destination. Then, oh so deliberately, fingers hooked into his waistband and tugged it down in one swift motion.
Cool air washed over exposed skin, raising goosebumps in its wake, making his nipples peak and his cock twitch. Draco curled instinctively, seeking warmth and safety, but another rough hand caught his hip, held him wide open, exposing his bare bottom to the chill night air. Draco felt vulnerable as it washed over him in a small wave, mingling headily with desperate, aching arousal.
And then there it was, that thing he ached for most, hot and wet mouth pressed against his inner thigh, sucking hard enough to bruise, biting down and then soothing the sting with a filthy drag of tongue. Draco made a ragged, sleep-rough sound, it was filthy, broken and wantonness filled him. His cock jerked, blurting pre-come against his stomach.
Sinful mouth moved higher, breathing damp and heavy over Draco's cock. Draco was fully hard now, aching, had maybe been half-hard ever since the sensual touches lingered on his skin. Anticipation coiled tight and molten in his gut, his balls already drawing up tight.
Fingers tangled in hair, yanking desperately. The touch and roughness was familiar, thick and coarse and meant for him. Draco would know it blind, deaf, dead. Harry, his Harry was touching him while he was asleep or trying to.
"H-ha-arry," he tried to say, but it came out mangled, wrecked with sleep and need entangled together, when Harry’s finger pressed on the tip of his cock and flicked it. "What—oh my!!" Draco tried to move.
Harry’s hand on his chest shoved him down, knocking the breath from his lungs. Then his legs were pushed away futher and Harry's mouth was on him, swallowing down his cock in one smooth, familiar motion. Draco couldn't think or breathe for a second, Harry’s mouth tight and wet, that was all could only feel, oh he was definitely dreaming.
Lips tightened around his cock, he thrust his hip up inside the perfect heat and suction applied to his cock head, the wicked press of tongue against the thick vein on the underside. Harry swallowed him to the him whole, until his tip was poking Harry’s throat deep inside, like he was starving for it, moaning around his mouthful of Draco’s cock, throat working in fluttering pulses. Draco nearly screamed, spine arching, toes curling hard enough to cramp. His hands scrabbled for purchase on the sofa cushions as pleasure whited out his vision.
It was too much, also not enough, he needed—
"Stop," he gasped, hips bucking traitorously, fucking up into the slick, perfect slide of Harry's throat even as the words tumbled out. "Harry, I can't, don't—I'm gonna—"
Harry pulled off with an obscene pop, wrapped clever fingers around Draco's spit-slick length and pumped it hard and fast. His other hand pinned Draco's hip to the sofa, held him down, grounding and restrictive all at once, in his tight hold.
"You don't what?" Harry’s voice was rough and hoarse from having Draco’s cock bruising his insides. It held a cockiness to it, like he'd wait forever for Draco's answer, though it didn't matter at all.
He stopped moving his hand altogether, waiting for Draco to come down from his high, he was so close to coming.
He sounded sadistic and patient in a way that made Draco want to scream, beg, claw his way out of his own skin. "You don't want to come?"
He shoved at Harry's shoulder instead, an ineffectual, pathetic attempt. Harry was strong and immovable above him, around him, inside him, fingers probing the wet rim. Draco's wrist was caught, pressed into the cushions, pulse fluttering like a rabbit fleeing its captor, beating against the press of Harry’s fingers.
He was trapped, pinned like a lamb, spread open for Harry's hungry gaze.
"Get off," he tried, voice cracking, body arching, blatantly contradicting. Pleasure, fear and shame tangled together behind his ribs, crawling up his throat, dizzying, overwhelming with thick fingers pumping inside. His cock wept against his stomach, flushed to a furious shade of red. "I can't, I'll—"
Harry leaned in, his breath hot against Draco's ear. His weight settled, grounding and suffocating in equal measure. Draco was shaking apart beneath him, reduced to a mess with tingling nerve endings and filthy need.
"You'll what? You'll come?" Harry's voice dropped, promising dark and filthy promises. "You'll come all over yourself, just from this? From me holding you down and having my way with this pretty cock?" His grip tightened pointedly, twisting on the underside of his cock now.
Draco keened high in his throat, back bowing off the bed at the eletric sensation. His thighs fell open in shameless invitation, body screaming for more even as his mind recoiled.
Harry's free hand delved lower, fingers skating over Draco's drawn-up balls, pressing hard against his perineum. Draco jolted like he'd been electrocuted, a broken moan ripping from his chest. His hole clenched desperately around nothing, a wild pulse of need shuddering through him.
"Look at you," Harry breathed, awed and covetous. "So fucking needy for it. Gagging for me."
"No," Draco gritted out through clenched teeth. A blatant lie. His hips rolled shamelessly, riding the pressure of Harry's fingers, the tight channel of his fist. Seeking more, deeper, harder.
Harry gathered the slick drooling from Draco's slit and brought it to his hole, circling on it, before pressing inside. Two blunt fingers sinking to the knuckle, crooking knowingly. Draco howled, hands flying up to claw at Harry's shoulders, his back. He needed an anchor, something to ground him, tether him as the raw pleasure threatened to sweep him away.
"There you are," Harry purred, pumping his fingers steadily, unerringly. Rubbing hard and perfect over the bundle of nerves that made Draco see stars. "There's my good boy."
The praise seared through him like a brand, stoking the flames already licking at the base of his spine. Draco could feel his orgasm building, cresting, a tidal wave rising to devour him whole.
"Please," he rasped, his tongue heavy and useless, strange in his mouth, foreign, forbidden fruit that he was being devoured. "I can't, Harry, please—"
"You can." came the order, implacable and sharp. Harry twisted his fingers viciously, rubbing hard and fast. His other hand fastened on Draco's cock, grip bordering on painful. "And you will."
Draco jackknifed with a ragged shout, spilling over Harry's fist in long, pearly ropes. His vision blacked out, his ears rang. He clenched hard around Harry's fingers, shaking apart, shattering into a million glittering pieces.
Harry worked him through it mercilessly, wringing out every last shuddering aftershock until Draco was soft and twitching with oversensitivity. Only then did he gentled his touch, sliding his fingers free with a slick squelch.
Draco whimpered at the loss, bereft. He felt empty, cracked open, and very flayed raw.
But Harry was already moving, shifting between Draco's splayed legs, his large hot, heavy weight of his erection nudged against Draco's sensitive rim, a blunt head of the veiny cock pressing inside with insistent force.
"Gonna fill you up," Harry rasped, drunk on power, on the sight of Draco spread out and ruined beneath him. "Gonna stuff that needy little hole until you scream."
And then he was pushing in, in, in, relentless and inexorable. Splitting Draco wide, rearranging his insides, his inner muscles screamed in protest at the sudden stretch.
Draco’s thought were filled with nothing but Harry. The delicious stretch and burn, the perfect drag of Harry's cock against his walls. He was oversensitized, overwrought, shaking with the force of his arousal.
Harry bottomed out with a throaty groan, hips flush against Draco's arse. He stayed like that for a suspended moment, letting Draco adjust to the intrusion. Letting him feel every throbbing inch, hot and heavy inside him.
Then he started to move, slow, deliberate rolls of his hips that made Draco's toes curl. The thick head of his cock dragged over Draco's prostate with every thrust, sending sparks skittering up his spine. It was too much, but too good too, pleasure edging into pain and Draco revelled in it, craved it, he needed it like air.
"So tight," Harry gritted out, picking up the pace. Fucking into Draco with short, brutal strokes. "So perfect. Taking me so well, fuck—"
Draco could only moan brokenly, rendered incoherent. He was hard again, impossibly, his cock slapping against his stomach with every snap of Harry's hips. He could feel the orgasm building again already, a slow, inexorable pressure at the base of his spine.
Harry hooked Draco's legs over his shoulders, bending him nearly in half. The angle was devastating, letting him sink impossibly deeper. Draco keened, head thrashing against the cushions. His fingers scrambled for purchase against sweat-slick skin, blunt nails raking angry red lines down the flexing muscles of Harry's back.
"Touch yourself," Harry demanded, voice scraped raw. "Make yourself come on my cock."
Draco obeyed mindlessly, gripping himself clumsily with a shaking hand. His rhythm faltered, graceless, but it didn't matter. He was so close, teetering on the knife's edge, just a hair's breadth from freefall.
Then Harry reached between them, calloused fingers finding Draco's spit-slick rim where they were joined. Pressing down hard, rubbing mercilessly against the sensitive, stretched skin.
Draco came with a broken wail, vision whiting out, spasming untouched between their bodies. His hole clamped down like a vice, rippling and fluttering around Harry's pistoning cock.
Harry shouted, hips stuttering. He fucked him deep and hard and then he was coming too, flooding Draco with searing heat cum, pumping him full, claiming him, branding him from the inside out.
They collapsed into a sweaty, panting tangle of limbs. Chests heaving, hearts pounding a synchronized rhythm. Slowly, gradually, the world seeped back in.
Draco felt shattered and remade by Harry. He was boneless and utterly wrung out in the best possible way.
Harry pulled out carefully, murmuring soothing nonsense as Draco hissed and shuddered at the loss. He waved a clumsy hand, casting a wordless cleaning charm. Then he gathered Draco close, tucking him into the curve of his body, into the cove of his warmth.
Draco exhaled deeply, allowing himself to drift, feeling safe and anchored in Harry's arms. He felt sated, spent, absolutely wrecked in every conceivable sense.
Nonetheless he was held and cherished, wholly, completely claimed by Harry Potter.
Saviour of the Wizarding World craved for him, nothing else mattered to him.