Euphoric Love- Drarry smut ✔

Princess, git and the ruined floor-

 "Your lips...My lips...Apocalypse"

-Apocalypse, Cigarettes after sex

Harry sighed as he wiped the sweat off his forehead and checked the watch for the time...

He was late...as usual– not that it was his fault that Kingsley was rather fond of him and being favoured by the Minister certainly wasn't what Harry wanted after becoming the Head Auror, as it had come with responsibilities of attending various balls, charity events, functions, press conferences and yes, paperwork — a lot of paperwork.

Harry sighed again and turned the knob on his flat, but as he closed the door and entered the house, he was engulfed in a fierce embrace from behind. Startled, Harry screamed and tried to jump back, out of habit after fighting dark wizards on a daily basis, but he couldn't because the arms snaking around his waist prevented him from doing so.

"You are late," an unimpressed voice tutted against his neck, and Harry relaxed momentarily upon recognising the voice and calming his beating heart down. Then he felt the arms around his waist move upward, travelling from his navel to his chest, and Harry's breath hitched when he felt lips against his earlobe.

"Minister calls," Harry replied, groaning when lips attacked his earlobe and then his neck, the hands across his chest wandered furiously, groping at his pectorals.

"You spend more time with Kingsley than you do with me," Harry felt himself being hauled and pushed against the door and he groaned as the hands on his chest moved hastily, parting his Auror robes, and they ascended upwards, touching the tips of his nipples from above the surface of his shirt, and Harry bit his lip not to let any sound escape, failing to do so when he felt him place a leg in between his, pressing him further to the door, teasing and torturing him at the same time.

"Careful there, Potter, or I might think you are cheating on me with that old hag." And with that, Harry lost it and broke into laughter...

"Jesus!- Oh, Hell's bloody bells, EWWW- Nooo- Oh gosh!-"

'Merlin!... He and the Minister...Ewww... That was not a mental image he ever wanted...'

Harry shook his head fondly, still chuckling, he turned around with a force and came face to face with his boyfriend, who was none other than Draco Malfoy...

Shocking right?

Yeah, even Harry sometimes couldn't believe the fact that they were together and had already been dating for three bloody years.

Harry leaned forward and planted a sweet peck on Draco's lips, whose face blushed into a fascinating shade of crimson, but the blond retained his glare at Harry with his hands still around Harry's waist, and Draco huffed at him unimpressed, scrunching his nose highly resembling an adorable little ferret on which Harry let out a chuckle once again.

Not liking to be laughed at Draco decided to use another tactic to stop the raven and Draco leaned in and captured Harry's lips with a kiss, which indeed was sufficient and they stayed there, lips gazing at lips, hearts thrumming, emotions exploding before Harry gasped, and the action broke what seemed like an invisible bind as Draco softly let his tongue enter the parted lips, he felt Harry's magic oozing through his body, mingling with his own as if their souls were trying to mingle, feeling, sensing, and tasting as they kissed and kissed, breathing in each other's smell like a calm inhalation of oxygen to warm their souls... As if nothing else in the world existed except for them and Draco let out a raspy breath sound, his hands clutching Harry's robes as if it was the only anchor he had at that moment to keep himself from falling on the ground...