Cruciatus Curse use for sex, smut. Enjoy the fic~
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It was dark except for the soft light of the full moon outside of the window. Nothing could be seen in the room. It was quiet except for the soft breathing sounds of two lovers, laying on the bed, bathing in the afterglow of lovemaking. The two of them laid in each other's arms, mind pleasantly blank other than the constant thought of their lover. It was comfortable.
Harry traced his calloused finger down Draco's smooth back with a caress that was so gentle and soft. The porcelain skin glowed under the dim light of the full moon, supple and unblemished. For a moment, he was in trance at the beauty in front of him, only for his eyes to see.
His green orbs gazed into the blond's grey ones with so much love. Who knew that these once schoolboy enemies could call themselves as lovers now? How far had they become to get to this point? It was an amazing journey that Harry always cherished. Their relationship was of course far from perfect. Sometimes they fought, misunderstanding each other, yelling cruel things to one another.
It always resulted in the raven-haired male to leave the house with a loud bang of the door, too pissed to continue fighting, wanting to take a stroll to clear his head away from Draco just for a moment. It sometimes took him a few hours before he returned, the longest was a month. He would spend his time thinking and thinking. No matter how long he strayed away, he would always come back to him. Draco was his home no matter what happened.
Harry would always find him in the kitchen, sat on the floor with a bunch of empty firewhiskey bottles scattered all over, wearing nothing but the green-eyed male's red sweater, looking oversized on his body, face blotched, puffy and stained with tears, his hair unkempt.
All in all, he was beautiful like an angel. Draco Malfoy would always be his beautiful angel.
Only his and no one else.
He felt Draco's warm palm on his chest, right above his heart, pulling him out of his thoughts. He inhaled sharply, still soft enough not to ruin the comforting silence that had surrounded them, when the other hand slowly trailed down Harry's side to rest on his hip. Harry always felt vulnerable under these dainty slender hands even though he was always on top, hovering over Draco's smaller figure, pressing him against the bed as he moved his hips, making the elder moan out his name so loud in the otherwise quiet room.
Draco knew how to keep Harry on his knees, obeying his every word without fail, without a question.
"Whisper out my name with every beat of your heart that loves me," Draco spoke, voice so soft, his minty breath felt hot over Harry's neck. Harry moaned when the hand moved again towards his hole, still lose from their earlier activity. "Hush, my Love. I got you," he mumbled before repeating his sentence. Harry felt his mind zeroed on Draco's fingers that slipped into his lose heat.
"Draco," Harry shuddered. The power he had over him was unimaginable.
"Draco."
"Harry."
He started toying with Harry's hardened nipple. Harry couldn't think properly. His mind felt like mush.
"Draco."
"Harry."
Four fingers in, stretching him wide. Harry arched his back with a gasp. His cock started to leak with precum. He moaned helplessly.
Draco pulled away slowly with a soft smile. "I got you, Harry. Don't worry. Let me take care of you." Harry felt himself relaxed instantly as soon as his boyfriend uttered those words. The grey-eyed male opened the drawer next to the bed and took out the Elder Wand Harry owned and kept.
