Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Dedicated to the most gorgeous art in the world. Real passion is animalistic.
"Fuck... Harry, fuck... don't stop..." Draco arched back, his prick throbbing against Harry's abdomen. Harry could do the most wicked things with that sharp tongue of his. Like he currently was, sucking and nibbling and hissing in that sibilant language. Harry was a completely different person when he was having sex. He was... animalistic.
When Harry was going about a normal day he was, at best, a naive, shy, idiot. Sure, he was the Boy Who Lived. Sure, he was a goody-goody Gryffindor. Sure, he was the youngest seeker in a century and all that rot. But no one but Draco Malfoy saw him when he was in his other skin. His evil twin, as Draco liked to call him. The side that was supposed to be in Slytherin, as Harry liked to call it.
Draco's hips bucked against Harry. Harry was hissing again, saying things he couldn't understand and it was driving him mad. He supposed the killing blow was the fact that every other word, Harry traced figure eights with his tongue around pert nipples that were causing Draco to go into sensory overload, and he was sure that if Harry didn't take him soon, he'd be coming without help.
"Harry, please, I'm begging you. If you don't fuck me this bloody instant, I'll come all over you without you having to touch me save for your dirty little tongue." Oh, wrong thing to say. Right now, he wasn't going to get fucked. He was going to get talked into his orgasm. But Merlin help him if the way his words made Harry's eyes flash and darken didn't go straight to his cock.
Harry wrapped his arms tightly around Draco's waist and wandering fingers gently stroked at Draco's arse, fingers skating down the crease. Draco leaned forward and suppressed a groan at his frustration. He bucked his hips forward for emphasis of his need. His desire. Animalistic.
Draco supposed that this is how real passion was, stripping even the most naive of a person out of his lonesome shell to a hungry beast that clawed and bit and licked and kissed and fucked with raw emotions and eyes open to the soul. Harry's soul.
Merlin, Draco thought, him and that bloody parseltongue... oh... god help me if I can hold on any longer I'll faint from blood-loss.
Draco's hair fell into his face and his eyes closed tight and he gripped for dear life at Harry's pale thighs. Harry was saying things he couldn't understand but, oh, the way he said them made Draco know that he was desired. He was wanted. He was loved.
He squeezed Harry's thighs tighter and canted his hips forward one more time, his world was exploding in hot white against Harry and dripping down Harry's stomach and he could feel liquid heat somewhere between his balls and his arse and Harry was holding him so tight and they were mixing together in body and mind and, Merlin, Harry was shaking so Draco held him close and pressed his lips to Harry's head.
"I love you."
A/N: Dedicated to coffeesmoke for her Lovely pr0n art. Go look at it, it's devastatingly gorgeous! Hope you like it darling, all your hard work deserves it 3