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

Chapter Thirteen

   When Draco's grip lessened, Harry began to undress him again. His ministrations didn't feel rushed, but they were efficient nonetheless and it wasn't long before Draco was naked and slipping himself between the sheets as Harry tugged off the last of his own clothes and placed his glasses carefully down by Draco's phone. He was beautiful naked, with a lovely dusting of dark hair across his toned chest that trailed down to the coarser hair between his legs, where his erection stood to attention, bobbing as he slid himself into the bed beside Draco.

"Is this okay?" he asked as they lay facing one another, Harry's strong hand trailing up and down Draco's arm. He nuzzled their noses together in an Eskimo kiss, and Draco felt himself smiling in the near darkness. He was sure Harry was a bit younger than him, but he was obviously extremely confident in the bedroom and not shy about his body as he coaxed Draco closer to him, their legs entwining and their bellies and cocks rubbing slowly against each other, the almost imperceptible movement sweet torture.

"Yes," he murmured. "Yes, Harry."

"We could just do this?" Harry offered. "If it's too much to-"

"No," Draco stopped him. "No, I want you inside me, I just want to feel you, I want to let everything else melt away, just for a moment."

Harry nodded, understanding, not making Draco feel selfish for wanting something for just him, for needing a break and to be taken away from himself. "Do you have lube?" he asked, and Draco nodded, pointing at the drawer. He made to sit up and get it, but Harry pushed him back down. "Ah ah," he teased fondly. "You just get comfy okay, lie however you like it, that's all I want you to do."

Draco smiled sheepishly. "Okay," he said.

"Good," Harry murmured, giving him a kiss on the lips and sending electric pulses down Draco's spine.

He wasted no time in fetching out the bottle Draco kept to hand for his private, intimate moments, and then he got a condom out from his wallet still in his trouser pocket on the floor, which Draco was extremely grateful for as he hadn't even thought about buying a packet of those in years. Harry left the small foil square on the side for the time being though, pumping out some of the silky gel into his hand, and coming back to meet Draco, who had stayed on his side hoping Harry would take his throbbing prick in hand like he did.

He moaned quietly, and nuzzled his face into the crook of Harry's neck. "I want to be on my back," he said to Harry by way of an explanation. "But just wanted a little longer like this, so nice..."

"Okay lover," Harry rasped, kissing the top of his head as he stroked Draco's his taut arousal. "That sounds perfect."

"I want to see you," Draco said, his desperation to be grounded in reality and not in a fantasy clear in the tension of his words.

"I want to see you too baby," Harry uttered, trailing kisses along his collar bone. "I want to kiss you." Draco whimpered and thrust his crotch into Harry's curled fingers, but Harry chuckled. "Hey, hey," he whispered. "I've got you, lie back now, lie back."

Draco took a shuddery breath and relaxed as Harry let him go. He did as he was told, rolling onto the mattress as Harry recoated his fingers with another application of lube, then came back to settle over Draco, the duvet snug over them both. Draco felt warm and safe as Harry captured his lips in a deep kiss, then artfully snuck his arm between their bodies and began to tease his entrance with a single cool and slippery finger. Draco was so tight he almost felt like a virgin again, but Harry wasn't to be put off.

"Draco," he breathed between kisses. "Fuck, I've wanted you for so long, you're so beautiful."

"Harry," he stuttered, focusing on his breathing, willing himself to open up.

"You're such a difficult little sod," Harry chuckled fondly, kissing along his neck again. "I tried so hard not to fall for you, but you just always grab my attention, no one else stood a chance."

Draco thought of poor Cedric Diggory and how Harry kept breaking it off with him. Was that really because he had wanted Draco all along?

"Couldn't think about anyone else," Draco managed to agree, his words catching in his haze of lust. "Didn't want, don't want-"

"I've got you, I've got you," Harry assured him, gently easing his finger inside, and Draco gasped, pushing against Harry's hand, eager for more. "No one else," Harry promised. "No one else for us now." He picked up the pace gradually, easing a second finger in after Draco had gotten used to the first, and spent his time gently stretching him open. "So good," he mumbled into Draco's mouth. "You're doing so well for me, you feel amazing."

Draco's hands never stopped moving, running all over Harry's back and along his arms and shoulders, though his hair, gasping for breath as he looked into his eyes.

"Is it okay?" Harry asked.

Draco nodded in a jerky motion, overcome with sensation. "So good," he stuttered. "So good, don't stop."

"I won't gorgeous," Harry promised, his mouth curling into a beautiful smile. His eyes were naked without their usual glasses to protect them, and even in the dim light Draco would have sworn they were greener. "You're doing so well for me."