SECRET ( Drarry fanfiction)

Chapter 47

When Harry woke up, his shoulder was throbbing but the throbbing in his cock was a far more pleasant sensation to focus on. He shifted a little to look down and groaned, not entirely in pleasure.

Draco hummed his amusement around his mouthful of Harry's cock and Harry inhaled sharply. "Merlin, Draco," he breathed. "Are you trying to kill me by pain or pleasure this morning?"

Without removing his mouth from his chosen task, Draco held up his closed fist to Harry, indicating he had something to give him. Confused, Harry held his hand underneath and Draco dropped a Pain-Relieving Potion into his palm. Harry didn't know why his shoulder still wasn't healed properly – he had rested finally – but he wasn't going to worry about it at the moment.

He grinned. "Ah, I get double the pleasure today," he said, quickly downing the potion.

And then Draco's mouth dropped down all the way on him. "Oh gods," Harry groaned, falling back onto his pillow and not giving a damn that his shoulder was still aching. The ache building in his groin required much more attention. He didn't want this to end.

When the hell had Draco learned how to do that? Harry was quickly deciding that he needed to pay more respect to Draco's tongue. It was doing incredible things to his cock. He awkwardly pulled another pillow under his head so he could see.

His eyes widened to see Draco's lips tight around his cock and his cheeks hollowed as he sucked. "Fuck," Harry panted.

Draco was straddling Harry's leg and unashamedly rubbing himself off. His hand glided over Harry's balls, squeezed gently, then slid further down. Draco's fingers feathering across his entrance, the brilliant sucking, the sight of it all. Harry was coming before he'd given himself permission. His eyes squeezed shut without conscious thought as he rode out the waves of his climax.

His eyes were heavy-lidded as he watched Draco finish jerking himself off, his eyes on Harry. "Gods, you're gorgeous," Harry murmured.

Draco whimpered, his hand moving faster before he came, shooting the pearly streams over Harry's stomach and chest. Draco sat back on his heels as he attempted to catch his breath.

Harry gave him a lopsided smile, before looking at his stomach. "You do enjoy coming on me, don't you?" he said wryly, swirling his fingers through the sticky stuff.

Draco shrugged, but he was smiling as he reached for his wand to clean them up. "You know you enjoy it, too," he drawled.

"Yeah, I do," Harry agreed, not even pretending to deny it. "I love watching you."

Draco flashed him a brilliant smile, before slapping his thigh. "Come on, we need to shower and we should probably go see what's going on," he said.

Harry groaned. "Draco, I don't want to leave our room," he whinged. "Disasters happen when I do."

Draco was laughing as he dragged Harry out of bed. Harry followed Draco to the bathroom, but he continued with his line of thought.

"The house is overrun by Slytherins. That surely can't be a good thing for me," he said. "And Severus will probably be down there. And maybe evil letters from my friends." He frowned. "Assuming they're still my friends."

Draco slapped him on the arse this time, making Harry yelp. "Get in the bloody shower," he drawled, "and quit worrying."

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"Why is my shoulder still hurting?" Harry asked abruptly in the middle of breakfast.

"Because you're not normal," Draco answered promptly.

Harry shot a glare in his direction as the Slytherins sniggered. "You're my boyfriend so you're supposed to be sympathetic," he said.

Draco arched a brow. "Am I?"