𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐒

Chapter 15

Chapter Number/Total: 15/44
Chapter Title: Make Me Feel

Harry had taken to smirking at his pyjamas every time he saw them. He thought it was strange to do so since the pyjamas weren't actually, well, alive, but he couldn't help it. He felt he had beaten them, since he didn't have to wear them at all when he got into bed anymore. He was allowed to go starkers in his own home, and feel up his own boyfriend's body, and, Merlin, it was nice. He smirked at the pyjamas right then as he was putting his jeans away, then shut the drawer and climbed into bed next to Draco – naked of course.

Draco had settled into their bed with that little wiggle he did as he got comfortable. He arched an eyebrow at Harry. "What's that smirk for?" he asked.

Harry turned his head and let out a snort. "Nothing really," he said. Draco would probably think him mad for smirking at pyjamas.

Draco gave him a suspicious look and then stretched, catlike, sighing contentedly.

Harry watched the movements of those long, lean muscles and licked his lips without really even realising it. "Tired?" he asked, smirking again.

Draco knew that question and what it meant. He looked up, eyes meeting his lover's as he shook his head. "Not particularly," he said slowly.

Harry smiled at that sexy voice. "Want to ... do something?" he asked, letting the obvious suggestion flow through his words.

"Have something in mind?" Draco nearly purred.

Harry's eyes glittered with amusement and new arousal as he slid closer to Draco. "Well, you, of course," he said. And then, as he slid even closer, "Do you know what that voice does to me?"

Draco's eyes trailed down Harry's body and he arched his eyebrows again. He smirked at his lover's arousal. "I think I have some idea," he continued in that same voice.

Harry closed the distance between them, bringing his lips to Draco's throat. "Mmm, you drive me crazy," he half-whispered.

Draco hummed happily, hands sliding up his lover's sides and trembling at the feel of Harry's skin.

Harry played his tongue along Draco's flesh, under his chin and then up over it. He kissed Draco's lips, pressing a hand to his back and moving it slowly lower.

Draco made that little noise Harry loved so much as he gasped into his lover's kiss and touch.

Harry moaned quietly, kissing and licking Draco's throat again, from where that glorious sound had come. He slipped a finger into the cleft of Draco's arse, moving it to tease his entrance.

Draco bent one leg so that he could be spread open for his lover. He shivered in that odd combination of pleasure and fear that still accompanied being touched there. "Yes," he encouraged, not wanting Harry to stop.

Harry felt the small tense, as he usually did when he wasn't completely gone. He wanted to make Draco feel good. He wanted to make him feel better than good. He paused for a small moment, frowning only slightly, before he smiled and said in a husky whisper, "You want to be sort of done up the arse?"

"Sort of?" Draco asked, arching an eyebrow yet again. "You going to fuck me, baby?"

Harry gave a long, suggestive lick to Draco's skin. "Sure," he said, quirking an eyebrow himself.

Draco smiled, moaning as Harry licked him. "Yes," he whispered.

Harry pressed his mouth to Draco's ear then. "Lie on your stomach with a pillow under your hips," he whispered.

The command sent a shiver down Draco's spine as he remembered his own words to Harry that first time. He trembled, but more with the wonderful memory than with fear now. He nodded and rolled over onto his hands and knees, reaching to pull the pillow down and under him.