Draco hadn't kissed anyone in so long, not since he'd lost Astoria so cruelly, and he couldn't help the sob that escaped his mouth as he pulled Harry closer to him, their tongues thrusting forwards as the kiss intensified almost immediately. "Fuck," Harry gasped as their bodies pressed together. "Fuck, I've wanted this for so long."
"You have?" Draco asked, pulling back to look at him in surprise, but Harry wasn't having any of that. He slid one hand through his hair and pulled their mouths firmly back together.
"Yes," he said as he migrated down Draco's jaw line. "You pillock. Why do you think I'm always fucking with you? I might as well have been wearing a sign that said 'Please pay attention to me you gorgeous sod.'
Draco was struggling to concentrate as Harry kissed his neck in a way that sent shivers all the way down to his toes. "I never realised," he managed to mumble, his hands roaming up and down Harry's back. He could feel the muscles playing under his fingers and he groaned with want.
"And now I know why," Harry said, his voice rumbling through his chest and against Draco's. "You're always too busy looking after other people, looking after Scorp." He stared down at him, his eyes positively smouldering. "I want to look after you now, if you'll let me?"
Draco shuddered, unable to talk. Harry was gripping him possessively, rolling his hips ever so slightly against Draco's, and he had no illusions as to just how he wanted to look after him.
"Let me take care of you?" Harry asked, so sweetly as he trailed his fingertips over Draco's cheek, touching his thumb gently to Draco's lower lip.
Draco nodded, his heart thumping wildly against his ribcage. "Yes," he said, his voice husky with desire. "Yes Harry, please."
Harry got to his feet, pulling Draco with him, and for a moment they stood with their hands clasped between them, their breath mingling as they panted shallowly. "Come on," Harry said, and began to lead him out the room.
Draco paused to fetch his phone, never forgetting that Scorpius could wake any moment, but begging silently that he would sleep for a little longer. He wanted this so badly he ached.
Harry kept his fingers interlocked with Draco's as he confidently lead them upstairs, then looked to Draco for a queue as to which was his bedroom. With a nod, he told him, and Harry walked backwards through the doorway, bringing Draco along with him.
"God, you're so hot," Draco whispered as he reached behind and closed the door, dropping the phone on the bedside drawers.
"Says you," Harry all but growled, pulling him around and pushing him onto the bed. Draco felt a spike of lust surge through him.
The curtains were still open, and they had just enough street and moon light to see by, which was a good thing, because he didn't want to miss a second of Harry's attentions to him. He moved up so his head was on the pillows, Harry watching him like a predator. It was then Draco's turn to watch as he slowly crawled up the bed to hover over him, his hands running up his arms to rest on his shoulders.
Harry's legs were either side of Draco's hips, and he lowered himself to sit carefully on Draco's lap, lining up their arousals and making Draco gasp. "Shhh," Harry soothed him, and began unbuttoning his shirt, his hands hot against Draco's skin. He always had such cold hands, and he worried Harry wouldn't like that.
It must have shown on his face because Harry tutted and stopped his work on the buttons to cup his face and demand his attention.
"None of that now," he urged, kindness clear in his hushed tones. "You're going to be so relaxed by the time I'm through with you, you're going to be nothing but a puddle of goo." Draco bit his lip and tried to look away, but Harry tilted his chin and caught his gaze again. "Can you do that for me, and you relax and let me take care of you?" His eyes skirted Draco's face for a second. "Please Draco, I've wanted this for so long, I didn't know you needed it so badly though. Let me undo you?"
Draco was mesmerised. Harry really just wanted him to lie back and think of England? He had to admit, the idea was so appealing he could feel himself relaxing into arousal at just the thought of it. "You don't want me to do anything for you?" he asked, lifting his hand and stroking the side of his face.
Harry shook his head. "Not tonight," he said, and the implication this was just the first night between them set off fireworks inside Draco's chest. "All I want is for you to enjoy yourself. Is it okay if I top?"
Draco had experimented with several different ways of fucking with guys along the way, but as he'd gotten older he'd always taken charge and dominated the situation, which generally meant topping. But now, under Harry's solid weight, he couldn't think of anything he wanted more than to let himself be taken wholly and completely by the dazzling man he'd become so infatuated with without even realising.
He nodded. "Make love to me," he whispered, aware of a single tear slipping down the side of his face. Astoria had always taken care of him, she'd been so wonderful in every way, including in the bedroom, and Draco had never even thought about sharing that again with anyone else until that moment.
"I will," Harry promised, tenderness ringing through those two simple words as he bent down to pepper Draco's lips and face with fluttering kisses. "I will baby."
The familiar pet name caused another sob to rattle through Draco's chest, and he hugged Harry tightly to him; he was starting to appreciate how much he had missed simply being held by a lover.
"I've got you," Harry whispered, kissing and stroking him. "I've got you."

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There's No I In Team (A Drarry FanFiction)
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