Love Bites (Harry Potter: Official Dragon Tamer, Part One)

Breakfast & New Beginnings

Sunday Morning
23 August 2009
Harry's POV

I woke next morning wrapped around a warm, muscular body, and it took a second to remember the events of the night prior.

Once I did, I couldn't help but burrow even more into Draco's welcoming heat, all but smothering my face in his neck, inhaling deeply to revel in that ridiculous, undoubtedly, expensive cologne he used mixed with the musky, somehow sweet scent of just him.

"Mmm," he sighed, still sleeping, body pressing somehow closer to mine, and I allowed myself the luxury of stretching my body alongside him, pressing into him, tilting my face up to look at his.

He was positively angelic.

Fuck me, how did someone as deliciously naughty as Draco Malfoy look so beatific while sleeping?

"Draco," I murmured, feeling him hardening against my thigh.

"Mmph."

Still, his hips ground slowly into mine, so I decided I should continue.

"Draco," I tried again, still gazing at his face, sweet and soft as he slept on.

"Sleeping," he mumbled, and I could hardly hold back my snigger.

Sleepy, barely conscious, Draco was positively wonderful.

Draco rolled towards me, right arm sliding further beneath my neck, left wrapping slowly up around my back, all while his left leg threw itself over my hip, all three limbs working to pull and press me even closer to him.

I was Draco Malfoy's live, life-sized teddy bear, apparently.

And even though Draco himself might have been sleeping, that magnificent cock of his certainly was not.

I allowed myself to wriggle up him a bit, aligning my own hardening cock against his, stifling my gasp at the contact.

Beside me, Draco sighed contentedly and pressed back, urging me to continue.

Smirking to myself, I licked at my palm, coating it, before snaking my hand down between us, not an easy feat with Draco still holding me tightly against him.

I wrapped my hand as well as I could around both our lengths and began stroking lightly, ignoring the awkward bend of my wrist that was sure to start cramping.

"Hmm," Draco was still, technically, asleep, but it didn't seem as though he would be for long, given the way his hips were beginning to rock up into my hand more steadily.

Suddenly, a hand clamped over my own, stopping the leisurely wank I'd been so keen to enjoy.

I made a small noise of complaint as Draco dragged my hand from both our cocks, tugging it up over my head as his body pressed into mine, urging me to roll onto my back.

At the same time, his right hand reached between us to grab my left arm, bringing it up to join the other above my head, where he grasped both my wrists in his right hand, letting the other trail slowly down my arm, across my shoulder, to cup my face.

"Morning," he murmured, smiling down at me, his thumb stroking along my jawline absently.

"Morning," I replied, leaning into the caress, eyes still locked on his face.

His grey-blue eyes were still a tad unfocused from sleep, his hair was a rumpled, adorable mess, and I suddenly felt very privileged to be amongst those who'd ever seen Draco like this, still tousled and soft from sleep when he'd first woke up.