Sex Addiction

VIII

Mild TW: brief Blood play/blood kink

Harry pushed Draco up against the wall, hands immediately making their way up Draco's shirt, listening as the boy whimpered beneath him. 

As he moved forward, he could feel Draco's erection against his thigh, and Draco's head dropped back as his hips bucked forward, gasping sharply. 

"You've still got blood on your nose," Harry murmured, watching as Draco's eyes fluttered open half-way to look at him through his lust-filled gaze. 

"Don't care."

Harry cared. Harry really cared, because it was still dripping down onto Draco's perfect pink lips, which were smudged with the crimson liquid like a make-shift lipstick from when Harry had kissed him, messy and perfect. Harry could taste Draco's blood on his own lips- could taste the sweetness, the bitterness. 

Tentatively, Harry pulled his face back a bit. "Is this... Too much?"

Draco's half-lidded gaze turned into a slight glare. "If you don't fuck the shit out of me right now, I will cry. I'm not a pretty crier, either."

Harry managed a chuckle, lowering his head to press another chaste kiss to Draco's lips, forcing his knee between Draco's thighs and pushing up against his groin. 

"It's been a few years," Harry muttered, almost apologetically, against Draco's lips. "Haven't... With a guy... Since school."

"Seamus," Draco recalled. "That's fine. I don't care. Just want you."

Harry growled lightly, moving his hands to grab at Draco's arse, hauling him forward so that their groins met between them. Draco gasped, rubbing his length against Harry's slightly before stopping, as if unsure if that was okay. 

Harry let out a hissed breath out from between his teeth, his hips bucking back against Draco's. "Take me to your room."

Draco rushed them up the stairs, opening the door and flicking on the light to his room. Harry took a few moments to look around it, admiring the normalcy of it, before focusing back in on what was actually important. Draco.

"As amazing as you look in that outfit," Harry murmured, pressing a kiss to the corner of Draco's mouth, "I'm going to have to ask you to take it off."

"Gladly. I'm going to have to ask you the same, mister Potter."

Harry rolled his eyes, smiling at Draco's mockery as he pulled his shirt off over his head and dropping his trousers. When he looked up, he found Draco completely stark. He raked his gaze appreciatively over Draco's body- slim waist, flat stomach, pale skin that nearly glowed, long modelling legs... and his prick, slim, slender and pink. The whole view was pure sin.

"No need to stare, it's nothing you haven't already seen."

Harry blinked, then remembered how he'd spied on Draco earlier in the day and felt a surge of guilt.

"You... Knew?"

"Not until I said your name. You made a rather funny noise- then I noticed it out of the corner of my eye."

"I- I'm sorry, I didn't know what you were doing, then I was just... too stunned to look away, I guess."

"Potter," Draco chastised, quirking up a single brow. "If I minded, I would have shown up at that appointment and yelled at you."

"Still..."

"Potter. Shut up and fuck me."

Harry laughed quietly and brought their bodies together, feeling Draco's cool skin lay flush against his own- feeling Draco's prick pulsing against his hip. That alone turned him on much more than it should have and he spurred into action, pushing him backwards until they fell over onto the bed.