Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

dreaming of you

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Author: potterheading ( on ao3 )

OMFG i've read this before but idk if i posted it...eh🤷‍♀️

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someone was sucking harry potter's cock.

whoever it was seemed to be doing a damn good job, too. harry was moaning loudly, with his head thrown back in pleasure. one hand was tangled in the hair of his paramour, and the other was clenched tightly on the side of the desk - veins emerging in his arm as his climax approached rapidly.

"fuck," harry moaned.

draco stepped closer, wondering faintly if this was a memory that he had forgotten. harry's hips bucked off of the table, and draco could tell from the prominence of the vein in his neck that he was close to coming.

harry finished loudly, into the mouth of his lover. he breathed deeply for a moment, before a lazy grin came over his face. his hand shifted, and then he was bringing his lover up, by the chin, for a kiss.

as brown, curly hair appeared over the top of the desk, draco felt his heart clench. he turned away, not wanting to see the face of the man responsible for his lovers pleasure. this was futile, because harry immediately whispered a soft "you're so good for me, simon". they kissed, gently, and then harry angled his head, lowering his mouth and placing it on the exposed collarbone of his young secretary.

simon laced his arms around harry's neck, holding him so that he could cradle his face into his neck, suckling softly at the sensitive skin there. over harry's shoulder, simon stared directly into draco, his eyes bright with mirth. his lips curved into a cruel smile, as one hand found its way into harry's hair, massaging his scalp lovingly.

tears sprung to draco's eyes as he watched the familiar way they moved around each other - his throat felt thick with emotion, and he suddenly found himself glued to the spot, unable to tear his eyes away from the scene before him.

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draco woke with a start, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. he felt hot and overwhelmed, and suddenly had the desire to stand outside and scream into the open air. he was still pressed tightly to harry's chest, one arm thrown around his waist and the other supporting his head. slowly, he removed harry's arm and stood from their bed, his legs still feeling shaky.

he walked to their ensuite bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror and taking deep trembling breaths. a quiet, wandless tempus told draco that harry would be waking up within the next few minutes. his stomach had yet to settle, and he felt as if he would either throw up or cry.

once draco trusted himself enough not to run screaming, he climbed back into bed - opposite harry, and turned on his side, staring unseeingly at the wall. his mind raced as his dream replayed, over and over again. the way harry's hands had roamed his body had been eerily realistic, and practically mirrored the movements he had used on draco countless times.

after a few long moments, during which draco fought back tears and reminded himself that it was just a dream, harry's alarm charm went off, the same way that it did every morning. draco remained awake, his eyes shut tightly.

he could hear harry waking up slowly, the shuffling of blankets and pillows as he slowly reached full consciousness. the sound of his hands, rough from years of auror work, rubbing across his face, and the subsequent yawn. the charm turned off, and draco heard a flop as harry dropped onto his back, staring at the ceiling.