The Strongest of Connections (Drarry) || #Wattys2016

Chapter Eleven

Each boy knew what the kisses were hiding. Both knew that kisses were not, exactly, the answer. In the end, kisses, amongst other things, would not solve their underlying issues. However, at the present time, neither they nor their bodies gave a damn.

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Harry's soft spoken apologies were slowly swallowed up by Draco as his pale long fingers drifted into the brown locks of hair, helping to keep the soft lips attached to his as Harry let his fingers find their way under the fabric of the sweatshirt that Draco had slid back on. The instant skin had found skin, the moans vibrated through both of their bodies and the shirt was on the ground in seconds.

Harry's hands, slowly, made their way down Draco's slender form before resting on his hips. His lips then followed, tasting every delicious inch of naked skin. Draco's neck arched as Harry sucked and kissed enough to surely leave a mark. All the while, Draco's fingers tangling in his hair, trying to pull them closer--not being able to get close enough. And, Harry, himself, not being about to get close enough.

As soon as the tip of Harry's tongue touched the peak of Draco's nipple, shivers took over Draco's body. With that delight, Harry latched on and began to suck, letting himself enjoy the sounds of pleasure coming from his love.

"That feels good, baby."
Harry whispered, as a statement, while his eyes instantly rose up and locked on Draco's. There was no need to ask. He knew. He could sense it, in so many ways.

But, as if understanding the moment and everything that was at stake, lust filled slate colored eyes lowered to meet his.

"It feels better than good."
Draco moaned in a breathless and husky voice as his hands rested on Harry's hips, his fingers digging into skin.

The pressure that Harry felt from Draco's fingers as they continued to dig, firmly, into his skin only continued to give him confidence as his lips moved lower.

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"Damnit..."
Draco's voice was broken. It was barely audible as his fingers ghostly moved up the sides of Harry's body, moving him back up to Draco.

He needed more and he needed it now. His body was shaking with the need, the want as his lips crashed against Harry's, his tongue instantly pleading for entrance. Draco let his moans vibrate straight to Harry's soul as he devoured him.

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Harry was completely lost. Completely taken by the need that he felt coming off of Draco and making its way through him. It was that feeling, and that feeling alone, that made this different. Draco Malfoy was scared. He was nervous. But, for completely different reasons than ever before. Harry could feel it, he could sense it. And, truth be told, so was he.

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