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"Harder," Harry moaned, his hands gripping the granite wall before him.

Draco shifted and rolled his hips, thrusting harder. Any harder and he would be feeling Harry's cock through his body. As it was, he already had one hand on it, stroking it, feeling the cum sliding down his hardened length and lubing his fingers.

"Oh gods, to the left," Harry panted, throwing his head back, his sweaty hair brushing Draco's face.

Obeying, Draco clutched his boyfriend's hip tighter and nudged Harry's leg to the side. Harry was close now, his moans incoherent and guttural.

There. Right there. Draco had found it. And Harry keened, a long drawn out sound, like the cry of a wounded animal, but Draco knew. It wasn't a bad hurt, it was orgasmic. The sound echoed in the cool night air.

Draco thrust again and he came in Harry's sweet hot ass. He felt Harry's cock surge and heard the cum spatter on the wall before them.

Harry collapsed against the wall, Draco pressed to his back, still in him.

"Oh gods," Harry whimpered. "That was fucking fabulous."

Draco leaned forward and tongued Harry's ear, slowly running it around the curves and crevasses. "Love you, baby," he murmured.

Shivering, the goose bumps popping up on his sweaty skin, Harry turned his head, his cheek pressed against the cold granite wall. A deep tongue filled kiss was in order for Draco's exertions. And Harry was more than happy to provide it.

Gently, he stroked Draco's cheek with his fingertips, their noses touching.

"Draco," Harry whispered, "why do we have to make love out here now? I love fucking you outdoors, but it's getting a little cool now."

"But, it's perfect here Harry," Draco whispered back, before kissing Harry's nose.

"I know, but I'd like to be inside in a nice warm bed sometimes, too," Harry said, his fingers resuming their gentle stroking.

Draco watched the cum sliding down the granite wall of the monument. Some of it had pooled in the etched name, Lucius Malfoy. He reached a long finger and flicked it across the grey stone.

"But, how else can I show Father that love is more important than money or power," Draco replied, a wicked smirk crossing his face.