Midnight Sunshine

I'll be there

It was the middle of the night when Harry awoke feeling cold and extremely uncomfortable but felt his stomach aching "Draco?" He gently shook him as he turned around "What's wrong?" He asked, brushing some dark brunette hair out of his face, turning around to turn on the light. Harry's stomach gave a churn. Draco grabbed the bucket from his side of the bed, putting it in his lap "If you need to be sick, don't make it worse. It's going to be okay, baby." He hovered over the bucket and breathed harshly. Draco reached over to rub his back, the brunette rocked forward and he emptied his stomach into his bowl. 

Draco kept rubbing his back as he finished getting sick "All done?" He asked quietly, sitting on his knees behind him. He gave a nod, tucking back under the duvet "Let me wash this out and you can lie on me for the night." He nodded. It wasn't until Harry was literally shaking. Draco walked back in, putting the bucket down beside him, sitting on the bed in front of him "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" He asked as he choked on a sob that he had been trying to hold in, shuffling over to Draco, burying himself into his chest "Baby, look at me. What has you so upset?" He asked, tracing patterns on his back "God, I'm- I'm sorry, I shouldn't even be crying like th-this." He managed, still hiccupping with sobs "Shh, none of that, I just want to know what's wrong." He hushed, wiping the fresh tears that had fallen "I hate feeling sick to my stomach, it makes my whole body hurt." The blonde let out a small noise of sympathy as he brought his hand to the back of his hair, stroking slowly "I know baby, let's go back to bed and see how you feel?" He nodded, lying down. Draco pulled him to his chest, letting him be little spoon. 

The blonde looked down to see that he had already beat him to it, already quietly snoozing against his chest. He warmed up even more at the sight and his eyes drooped heavily in response and placed a gentle kiss in his hair and let his soft snores help him go back to sleep.

The hours went by, it was soon late morning, Draco awoke to Harry peacefully sleeping beside him, he quietly rushed up his top to rub his stomach in circles as he awoke "Good morning." "Morning." He croaked, clearing his throat "How do you feel?" "Better. All I needed to was get it all up." "Yeah baby, want to lie in bed for a little longer?" "Yeah, until 12 o'clock." Before they knew it, Draco got off of the bed, pulling on a pair of jeans and a jumper, holding out his hand. Harry took his hand, getting up as they slowly waltzed around their room. Draco stepping on Harry's feet every so often, making each other laugh. Harry stopped, looking at him. 

Before Draco could speak, warm, wet lips pressed against his own and demanded entrance. A tongue was probing against his mouth and the blonde opened his mouth with a soft moan. Two tongues met each other and roamed around, each fighting for dominance. Harry smiled in the kiss as Draco's tongue joined in the battle, heating things up. It wasn't long until both teenage boys were moaning and started to feel lightheaded. Harry reached down, picking Draco up, holding him up by his thighs, pulling him closer "Fuck." Draco murmured "Not now." Harry panted. With one quick movement, the brunette moved over to the bed, bringing their hips together. Instead of their hands, they began to rub their hips together. Heat began to pool more in their lower stomachs and their nerves felt like they were on fire. Their hands ran quickly over each other's body, trying to feel as much skin as they could. Soon enough, they pulled away from each other.

Harry picked Draco up, setting him on his back, starting to kiss him again, begging for entrance which Draco allowed him immediately. Hands began roaming over heated bodies and lips found their way all over heated bodies and soon they began bucking their hips against each other. The blonde gulped as his jeans were unzipped and unbuttoned, pulling them down when hot lips made their way down his stomach, lower and lower until all he could remember was everything hot and wet. Very hot and very wet. Pale hands found their way into dark hair and tightened in it while Harry was smirking around his mouthful.