THE DEVIL'S WHITE KNIGHT→h.p

chapter 9

The door slammed, the sound ringing through the expanse of the flat just before Draco was on him. Harry groaned deep in the back of his throat as he was crowded up against the door. The knob dug painfully into his hip, but he didn't care. Not with those lips on his neck, those hands sliding under his shirt.

Harry lifted his fingers to Draco's hair, mussing through, waving them in and out as Draco's mouth opened in a slight gasp. His head lifted just slightly, grey eyes meeting green with an intensity Harry's hadn't experienced until now, and then his breath seemed to leave his body in a rush as Draco's mouth claimed his.

He pushed forward, away from the door, and the pair didn't break apart as they navigated through Draco's barely-furnished flat, to the familiar bedroom. It had been a long while since Harry'd found himself there, and the smell of it was almost overwhelming. It went straight to his prick, making him go even stiffer than before. Pressing his erection against Draco's thigh, he rocked his hips, gaining a moan from the other man.

"Christ, Harry," Draco breathed, fisting his fingers in the back of Harry's hair and tugging him away just slightly. "Are you sure about this?"

Harry blinked at him, dazed with lust, trying to regain his composure. "Why? Are you having second thoughts?"

"Merlin, no," Draco said, and he grabbed Harry's hand, pressing it to his own bulge. "I want you so fucking badly I can taste it. But you were so sure you didn't want to do this again."

"I've changed my mind," Harry murmured, and Draco released his hair, and he dove right back into the kiss as he was shoved backward onto the bed.

It was a scrabble to remove clothes after that, hands flying and pulling and tugging. The moment they were naked, Draco was ripping back the duvet, shoving Harry back against the chilled sheets and pillows. He knelt between Harry's legs, grabbing him by the calves and pressing a hot, slow, wet kiss to the inside of his thigh.

Harry's eyes rolled back along with his head as Draco's mouth crept higher, leaving a searing trail in its wake. He ghosted his lips across Harry's balls, tongue darting out to taste just a little, just enough to make Harry groan and want, and push his hips up begging for more friction. He could feel the curve of Draco's smile against his skin as he sucked hard at the space just between the hip and thigh.

"Fuck, Draco, please," Harry begged.

Draco shifted, lifting one of Harry's legs onto his shoulder, gripping the the other with one hand as his mouth moved toward the straining erection. It was so hard he was almost purple, the tip leaking, and Draco's pink tongue darted out to taste it. His groan of pleasure led straight into Harry's own noises, which became garbled and choked off as Draco's mouth opened, and took him in.

Harry's hands instinctively flew into Draco's hair, gripping and tugging as Draco took him deeper, deeper—so deep his nose was almost buried in his coarse thatch of curls. He could feel Draco's throat fluttering, constricting, his tongue laving him as he gave a good, hard suck, pulling away, then down along the hard length.

The sensation was almost too much, Harry desperate to come, but desperate for it not to be over just yet. He tugged on Draco's hair until he moved off with a pop, and before the blonde could complain, Harry tugged him into a searing kiss.

"Want you," Harry groaned.

"Yeah?" Draco asked. "How?"

"I...anything. Please I just..." Harry didn't know how to articulate what he wanted, but luckily Draco seemed to know him well enough—at least this part of him. He reached out, fumbling into the drawer beside the bed, and pulled out lube and a small condom.