Drarry Oneshots

And nothing else

(☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞ Kinky smut warning

Harry slowly blinked as the sunlight hit his face. He groaned and nearly yelped as a sharp pain emerged from below his waist.

He blushed as he remembered the reason why.

He opened his eyes and looked up at the cause of the pain. Draco.

He slowly sank lower to face the pale, scarred chest of his boyfriend, and buried his face into it.

Draco made a little noise and tugged Harry close by the waist, and buried his own face into Harry's hair, inhaling his scent and going back into the world of dreams.

Harry realised that his hands were around Draco, and pulled them back to see a thin red line adorn his wrists. That made him remember every detail of last night.

From him teasing Draco to being asked to stop or be punished. From him begging to be taught a lesson to Draco carrying him up the stairs to their empty Eight year shared dorms. From being almost thrown to their bed to being pressed into it while their clothes touched the ground and their makeout session continued. From asking to try something new to him desperately nodding when Draco whispered, "Bound?". From him being bound with silk ties to be asked to beg for release. And, eventually, from him refusing Draco to heal his wrists to passing out in eachother's arms.

Harry atlast realised that the sun was too high up in the sky, he attempted to turn around to see the time when Draco groaned and pulled him even closer.

Harry huffed, he tried to cast a wandless Tempus charm, and succeeded.

7:56, it glowed and he felt a slight shiver from his boyfriend.

Draco opened his eyes and stretched.

He looked down to see his boyfriend and smiled.

Harry grinned too and knew what he had to do.

He reached up and leaned in to kiss Draco, who immediately kissed back.

Harry tried to pull back, but Draco had one hand in his hair, tugging slowly and attempting to make him moan.

Well, he did moan. Which soon turned into a yelp as Draco began to massage his waist and knead one of his cheeks.

Harry groaned into the kiss, Draco pulled back and whispered in a voice that was still full of sleep, and Harry fucking loved that.

"Good morning, baby boy".

Harry shivered, "Morning, Dray-", Draco delicately took his wrist and stared at him.

"I told you that I would heal th-", Draco started, but was cut off by Harry's lips.

This time, Harry pushed Draco down on the bed and climbed on top of him.

He straddled the blonde, who still had one hand in Harry's hair and the other around his waist.

They both pulled back breathlessly, Harry gasped as Draco switched their positions and pushed him down as he ran his tongue over all of the marks he had made on Harry's neck and chest the previous night.

Harry's hand raked through Draco's hair as he arched and moaned out loud.

Draco had very less favourite sounds, out of all of them, Harry's pornographic moans would top the list, right above Harry erotically hissing in Parseltongue.

Draco stopped his ministrations and looked down to witness a known yet heavenly sight.

Harry, with his plump red lips, hair messy and begging to be pulled, dark red marks scattered over his torso, breathing hard, green eyes blown wide, mouth hanging open, chest going up and down rhythmically, both hands holding onto Draco, and then, he spoke, in his low husked voice, "I don't want to leave this heavenly place".