Light footsteps set Harry on edge when he wakes up.
The bed dips, and the wet sound of lubed skin eases Harry’s anxiety. He turns to see Draco stroking himself, eyes tightly shut.
“Morning bun.” Harry says. His voice is low and gravelly, which Draco evidently likes. His head falls back against the pillows.
“Hi.” He breathes. “I need to come, Harry, I’m going out of my mind.”
“It’s only the second day,” Harry protests. “We need a week or it won’t work.”
Draco whimpers impatiently, letting his lubed hand fall to the bed. Harry picks up for him, wanking Draco slowly. He twists his wrist every other pull, up near the tip. Draco thrusts into it each time.
“Harry.” Draco whines.
“Are you tapping out?” Harry asks, nosing along the side of Draco’s neck. “Do you need to tap out for now?”
“No.”
“Then I’ll keep touching you. I want to hear what all this attention does to you.”
“ Harry .”
Harry nips at Draco’s ear again, slowing his hand down but reaching between Draco’s legs to fondle his balls.
“How’s that, babybunny? How is it, fucking my fist?”
Draco’s gone from whimpers and moans to cut off gasps and tiny whines. His hips thrust up, trying to fuck faster, but Harry continues with his torment.
He holds out for several more minutes, with Harry biting and sucking on his earlobe, before tapping out on Harry’s thigh.
Letting go of Draco’s cock, Harry presses a final, soft kiss to Draco’s neck and wipes his hand off on the sheets.
“You’re doing really well.” Harry says, twisting into Draco and hooking one leg over Draco’s.
“I don’t know if I can handle a week.” Draco murmurs, using the back of one arm to rub at his eyes. “I’ll be so unpleasant. Hermione’s going to hate me all over again.”
“What happened with you two? Ron said you were in the library together.”
With a huff, Draco drops his arm back to the bed.
“Yeah, I wasn’t planning on it, but I saw Neville in the corridor and I… sort of panicked.”
“You saw Neville and panicked.” Harry repeats.
“I’m really trying not to be mean to him anymore!”
Harry laughs in surprise, wrapping Draco up tighter.
“So what did she say?”
“Oh, she ignored me the whole time.” Draco sighs, tucking his face into the crook of Harry’s neck. “But like… not as aggressively as she usually ignores me. It was a companionable ignoring.”
As Harry smirks, Draco starts biting Harry’s neck. Harry tilts his head to give Draco more room.
“So… your ears.” Harry starts. “They’re uh… they’re really sensitive.”
“Shut up.” Draco mutters. Harry snickers.
Draco sucks and licks at Harry’s throat until his wand starts chiming.
“Time to go.” Draco says, pulling away.
“Hey.” Harry catches his shoulder, lifting onto one elbow to reach Draco’s mouth. “You’re gonna be okay. We’re gonna get you through this.”
