"Have you been a good boy, Harry?"

"Mmmm… fuck, Draco. Stop teasing me."

"Answer the question. Have you been a," SMACK. Draco landed a terse slap to Harry's ass, "good boy?" He moved his fingers in and out of the Auror, relishing in the sight of Harry Potter on his hands and knees. "Or have you been a bad boy, I wonder…" He slammed his fingers particularly rough into Harry's passage, making him cry out in a mixture of pleasure and surprise.

"Ah! Merlin's hat!"

"Good or bad, Harry?"

Harry's arms shook as he struggled to focus his efforts on keeping himself on all fours for the blond. "I… I've been a good boy."

Oh, the demeaning was better than Christmas morning. Better than his mother's apple tart. Better than besting Harry at Quidditch or Potions. Draco leaned forward and bit harshly into Harry's shoulder blade, making the wizard yip. "Do you call fighting me the entire evening being a good boy, Potter? Because I think that constitutes as something else." He pumped his fingers in and out of Harry, forcing a gurgled gasp from the man's lips. "So tell me, Harry… what have you been?"

Harry panted, gripping the bedsheets with his fingers. "Bad… God, I've been so bad…"

"Yes. Yes, you have." Draco leaned up, retrieved his wand, and gave it a light flick. He conjured up a hand full of lube, to which he spread all over his lengthy fingers before shoving them back into Harry again. This time, the near-womanly mewl his friend gave in response had Draco imagining what it would be like to tie the Auror up and slap him around. Patience, he told himself. He couldn't go rushing into Harry's first time with a man by overdoing it. He needed to convince the man to want to do it again. "Do you know what bad boys get, Potter?"

"Mmhh… I suppose you're going to tell me."

Smack! "They get fucked." Draco removed his fingers from Harry's arsehole long enough to stroke the rest of the lubricant down his cock. Then, he lined the head of his prick with Harry's opening, enjoying the sight of Harry Potter submissive and about to take his first cock up the ass. And it was Draco to give it to him -simply delicious.

"I've been so bad, then," Harry muttered, head hanging low in anticipation.

"A dismissive little troll, yes." Draco smirked, pressing the tip against Harry's puckered hole. He didn't slip in just yet -he wanted to savor the moment. "As disobedient as a house-elf, and twice as annoying. A punishment is in order." Grabbing a firm ass cheek with each hand, Draco then took his reward.

"Ah!"

"So… tight…"

Draco had been with both women and men -he wasn't afraid of his sexuality like so many purebloods before him. If he liked something, he took it. It was probably his most ingrained Malfoy trait. He'd released the inferior notions about mudbloods after the War, and even saw fit to put his inheritance to good use, donating to charities right and left -which usually led to an impressed patron throwing themselves at him in response. He was no stranger to the bedroom, and yet… here, in the moment, finally getting what he sought after for so long… he was as nervous, suddenly, as his first time. He dug his fingers tighter into Harry's skin, more to keep himself from shaking than to punish the man beneath him.

Slowly, he guided his cock past the first set of thick, ringed muscles, pausing to let Harry to get used to the sensation. Still, Harry didn't cry out or squirm in place like the others. He took Draco's prick with a stubbornness, refusing to make any discomforts known. Heh. Gryffindor, through and through. Draco, in response, closed his eyes and bit his lower lip, slipping further into Harry and relaxing in the bliss of it all. He got his cock half way up Harry's ass before he pulled out to the tip, chuckled, and pressed back inside the man, quicker.

"Fuck!" Harry gasped, surprised at the intrusion. His legs and arms began to wobble, and his glasses hung precariously on the tip of his nose.

This time, Draco was determined to bury himself inside the wizard, and so he began to thrust gently, each time pressing a bit further into Harry's slick ass. He tried to remain quiet, lost in concentration, but a low, feral growl escaped his lips when Harry rocked his hips back unexpectedly to meet Draco's cock.

"Merlin…"

"Harry, actually," quipped the Gryffindor alumnus. Draco's eyes snapped back open to find Potter peering back over his shoulder, a coy smirk crawling up his handsome features.

"Heh." He shook his head and slammed hard into the onyx haired wizard, forcing him to moan. Without warning, Draco began to quicken the pace, rocking his hips and slipping his cock inside Harry to the base. His balls slapped against Harry's thighs, just the way he liked it. The taught muscles in Harry's back moved in fluidness as he strove to keep balance against the Slytherin's harsh thrusts. Impressed, Draco asked, "You're a natural -unless this isn't your first time?"

Cock deep inside his ass, Harry laughed, losing his balance and falling forward on the bed, taking Draco along with him. The fall caused Draco to hit inside Harry in just the right way, and Harry arched his back into Draco's chest, his ass tightening around Draco's prick. "Wh-What was that?"

"That, dear Potter, is your prostate." Draco chuckled, enjoying the skin-to-skin contact of being pressed against Harry Potter. He slipped one hand down to grip Harry's pelvic bone, snaking the other up to the wizard's free hand near his head, lacing their fingers together. "Maybe this is your first time, after all."

"You knew that."

"Never hurts to ask again," Draco whispered into his friend's ear while rocking his hips slowly, "Just to be certain." He listened to Harry's jagged breathing as he moved carefully, searching for that perfect angle again. He found it, and Harry threw his face forward into the pillows, crying out in a masculine moan. Smirking, Draco licked a line up Harry's neck and cooed, "You sound so sexy…" As if fueled by Draco's words, Harry's grip on Draco's fingers tightened, and he moved his hips in time with the blond's.

"Fuck me," he moaned.

"With pleasure," Draco replied.

They became a tangle of sweat, limbs, and friction. Each drive of Draco's cock was met with the unfurling of Harry Potter. With each thrust, the men lost themselves. All that mattered was the sweet sensation of Harry tightening around Draco, and Draco slamming into Harry. Both men became frantic, and their movements became much more… sensual. Draco's fingers slipped into Harry's hair. Harry kissed along Draco's arm as it braced the headboard. Each touch was heightened by their over sensitive nerve endings being lit like a fire. Soon, Draco forgot himself, whispering things he knew he shouldn't into Harry's ear.

"Been wanting… to fuck you like this… for years…"

"Don't stop," Harry growled.

"You like me fucking this tight ass?"

"Harder."

"You want it harder, Harry? You're going to have to work for it."

"Anything."

"Scream for me." Draco bit into Harry's shoulder while snapping his hips. He wasn't tender anymore. He became the feral, daunting dragon his name so meant, giving Harry no room for relaxation between thrusts. His teeth sunk into Harry's shoulder, latching tight.

"God!"

Chuckling, Draco released the shoulder and continued his rigourous cock giving. "Close, but not quite. Try again."

"Dra...co…"

"There you go."

Possessiveness took him over, and he began a slew of cursing while turning them both over on their sides to spoon the other man. There, his hand trailed down Harry's stomach, past his happy trail, and finally to his pulsing cock. With his own buried balls deep inside Harry, he began to stroke the other man, whispering against his neck, "Taste yourself." He ran his thumb over the tip of Harry's dick, swiping at the leaking precum. Then, he moved his hand up to Harry's mouth and slid his thumb over the Auror's soft lips. Harry's tongue darted out, cleaning the thumb in eagerness.

"More," Harry begged, his cock twitching against his stomach.

"Touch yourself."

And so he did. Harry reached down and began to stroke himself in time with Draco's thrusts. Daringly, Draco grabbed Harry's hips without warning and rolled over onto his back, Harry in tow. The wizard gasped as he found himself upright, facing away from the blond, a cock still lodged deep within his arse. The shocked expression couldn't have been more prominent. "Malfoy-"

"Ride me," Draco demanded, eyes blazing in lust. He shifted upright, burying himself deeper inside the other wizard. Harry winced and then groaned in pleasure. Draco wrapped a slender arm around Harry's torso, gripped his cock, and began to move his hand up and down. "With my hand, now. Move."

After a disgruntled sigh, Harry shakily braced his arms on the side of the bed, around Draco's hips, and moved.

"Fuck…" Draco rested his forehead against Harry's shoulder, closing his eyes. "That's it. Such a tight arse you have… could fuck it… all night long…" He moved his hips in time with Harry, penetrating deeper, hitting the sweet spot that made Harry cry out in ecstasy. Harry's cock twitched in his hand, and he felt soft, black hair fall back against Draco's cheek.

"This is… wow…"

"Told you."

"Don't get-"

Draco snapped his hips, and Harry cursed under his breath. "Cocky? Is that what you were going to say?"

"You're plenty that… I feel like I'm being torn in half…"

With a soft kiss to Harry's shoulder, Draco began to stroke Harry quicker while picking up the pace with his hips, nearly bouncing Harry on his lap. "You're welcome."

"I'd have to thank you, you git."

"Oh, you'll be thanking me."

With his free hand (the one that wasn't stroking Harry off) he reached up and curled his slender fingers around Harry's throat, and then he tightened them. Harry gave a small sound of surprise, but relaxed under Draco's touch soon after. Then, something remarkable happened. Harry turned his head to the side, still under Draco's grip, and captured the blonde's lips in a passionate kiss filled with tongue.

Oh, Draco liked that. Kissing was fun, and an amazing sense of foreplay, but once the act started, he hardly considered lip to lip contact of any further use. He was surprised at how much more turned on he became. His cock twitched happily inside of Harry, and he slowed down his hips for the present moment, becoming lost in the silky texture of Harry's tongue. Seconds dragged by. Draco wanted more. He couldn't explain it, but he needed more.

"Lay down," he commanded, nearly shoving the other man off his lap in an instant. Harry fell forward, ass out, but Draco grabbed him around the hips and turned him on his back, climbing on top of him.

"Draco," Harry said, uncomfortableness etched in his tone.

"Shh," Draco murmured, brushing his lips against Harry's. He grabbed on of Harry's legs and swung it up over his shoulder, and then the other followed. Silver eyes met emerald as he lined himself up and slammed inside Harry without another word before seizing his lips again.

This time, the sex was hedonistic. Draco took his time, exploring each and every angle he could inside of the other man, relishing when he could make Harry moan or shout curse words. He knew he was doing something right when Harry gripped the back of Draco's head and yanked him forward in a clash of teeth and tongues. He lost himself inside of Harry that night. How he really didn't know, but when he brushed his stomach against Harry's pulsing erection, he knew; this wouldn't be just a one night stand. He'd need this again. He'd need Harry again. Gods, the sexual tension was delightful.

"Draco -please… God… I need to… make me…"

"Make you what, Harry?" The smugness in his voice couldn't be missed. "Come? Is that what you want?"

"Yes!"

"Gladly…" He reached between them and began to stroke Harry's cock again, this time moving his wrist in the perfect way, to which he knew would build Harry up like a stack of dominos. At the same time, he continued to pleasure himself with Harry's tight ass, making sure to hold himself deep inside before retracting only to shove himself inside once more.

"G-God… gonna… fuck.. yes...Draco.."

"Come," Draco demanded, and felt the warm, sticky reward of Harry's come leak into his palm and spurt onto his stomach. His eyes shut, and head thrown back, the wizard had never looked more handsome. Draco smirked, tenderly stroking him down from his orgasm, impressed the wizard was still half hard after a mind-blowing come like that. When Harry's eyes came back open, Draco brought his come soaked hand up to his own lips and licked at the savory liquid with his tongue. Some dripped down his wrist, but he was quick to lap it up, eyes never leaving Harry, who panted beneath him. When he finished cleaning his hand, he licked his lips proudly and said, "My turn."

And then he was on Harry again, lips against lips and chest against chest. He pressed every bit of skin he could against the other man, being mindful of the sure-to-be-sensitive erection against his stomach, and set to work on a pace that would bring him over the edge as well. Over and over he thrust into Harry, feeling the tightening in his testicles as well as his lower abdomen. Harry moaned beneath him, kissing beneath Draco's throat and licking along his adam's apple. Thick fingers moved up Draco's chest and began to play with his nipples. Fuck, Draco particularly liked that sensation, and his nearness to the grand finale drew closer.

"Just like that," he encouraged as Harry twisted his nipple while simultaneously nipping at his jaw. "Fuck, Harry. Yess…" And then, like a cascading wave, he was sent over the edge, spilling his come inside Harry's arse.

Draco buried his face in Harry's neck, gasping for air. His head swimmed. Warmth encompassed him like a blanket, as did a wry smile. Harry, he noticed, was also panting, hands gripped tight around Draco's hips, cupping gingerly at his asscheeks.

"Wow," the Auror whispered.

"Indeed," Draco replied smugly.

"I… guess I like blokes too, then."

"I assume so."

Draco lifted his chin and met Harry's bewildered stare. The awkwardness and awareness of what they had done hung in the air like Christmas lights, blaring into their psyche. They had sex. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy had sex. Hot, sexy, tawdry sex that left them both breathless. And it was exquisite.

"Happy birthday, Draco."

Draco smirked, tilting his head to the side. "Are you going to sing me a song, now?"

Harry grabbed a nearby pillow and smacked Draco in the face with it. "Not on your life."

So there it is. Me dicking around with one of my favorite pairings. I hope everyone enjoyed this not-so-one-shot. It's been so much fun to write! Remember, Kyonomiko has a Dramione fanfiction sequel to this titled: All I Want Is You. Go check it out if you're feeling some dramione.

(holds breath) How'd I do? Should I write more Drarry in the future?
~A.