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"Is it in yet?"
"If you ask that question one more time, Malfoy, I'm going to kill you when we're finished here!"
"Well, is it?"
"No, it fucking well isn't because you're not HOLDING STILL!"
"What on earth is taking you so long? My arms are starting to cramp, Potter!"
"Don't you dare move! Don't... ARGH!"
"What is it now?"
"You almost dislocated my shoulder!"
"Well, I'm almost sorry. Is it..."
"Didn't you hear what I said before? I'll give it one more try, but if it doesn't work then, I'll... hey!"
"What?"
"I think it's in. I heard it snap. Let me see..."
"Are you sure it's in the whole way? I have no desire to repeat this stunt in an hour!"
"Yes, I am sure. And just so you know, if this damned pipe comes loose again, you can bloody well hang from the gutter by one hand until you fix it. Which I doubt you'll manage."
"That's because I wasn't born to be a plumber, Potter."
"No, you were born to be a complete pain in the arse. Now let go of me so I can get down; I wasn't planning to spend the whole night dangling from the roof!"
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Harry seemed to calm down once he had shaken most of the water out of his hair and had put his clothes back on. Although his own teeth were still chattering, Draco silently congratulated himself for suggesting that they strip completely before making a foray out into the pouring rain to fix the leaking junction in the gutter. It had taken some persuasion – Harry could be astoundingly prudish at times – but it had been well worth the effort. After all, they now had a place to sleep where water didn't drip from the ceiling and dry clothes to sleep in.
Still, it was going to be a rather uncomfortable night. Draco looked around with a sigh. The little hut they had found just when it had started to rain had seemed like a godsend at the time, but it was empty except for the cobwebs in the corners. There were wet patches on the uneven floor, and the wind was howling through the cracks in the small windows.
For the umpteenth time, Draco cursed the Dark Lord and his booby-trapped legacy. Harry and Draco had been on the trail of the fifth Horcrux for seven months before finally discovering and destroying it three days ago. However, the destruction of the damned thing had triggered some strange kind of dampening effect that suppressed all magic in the surrounding area. Therefore, their Portkey back to Auror headquarters was of no use. Since they couldn't Apparate either, they had to make their way back through one of the most deserted areas of Northern Scotland on foot, which they had been doing for more than two days now.
The fact that their wands were still useless caused Draco to suspect that they hadn't got very far yet. He felt that he had every reason to feel a bit cranky by now, and Harry's almost superhuman cheer had begun to grate on his nerves. Funny that it had taken a broken gutter to finally get the great Harry Potter to lose it.
That, and some complaining done in the best Malfoy style, of course.
Harry had started rummaging in his backpack which held their food supplies. Draco made a face and swore to himself that once they got back, he would never eat Ministry field rations again. Their mission, if they survived it, had been intended to last a few hours at most. As such, Draco should probably be glad that Harry had even bothered to bring rations. However, after three days on the tasteless stuff, he felt sickened just thinking about it.
"Potter, stop it. I'm not starved enough yet to eat more field rations."
With a sigh, Harry put the backpack aside. "Actually, neither am I. Let's go to sleep, I feel dead on my feet."
After some searching in the fading daylight, they found a corner of the hut that was still moderately dry and lay down there on Draco's cloak, using Harry's as a blanket. It was still cold, and Draco thankfully leaned into the warmth that always seemed to radiate from Harry's body. Harry, obviously misunderstanding the gesture, snuggled up to him. When Draco pointedly turned away, Harry spooned against his back and slung an arm around Draco's waist.
Draco frowned in the rapidly falling darkness. This... cuddliness that Harry had developed recently was a bit irritating. Yes, they had been fighting on the same side for years now, and they had found their way into each other's bed on a regular basis ever since they realized that no-one else in the Auror corps swung their way. Slim pickings, Draco reasoned, made for unexpected fuck buddies – because that was all they were as far as he was concerned. They still got on each other's nerves and had huge rows every second day. Even if he had become quite used to Potter's company over the years, he had no desire to let things get out of hand. Malfoys married for profit and had affairs for entertainment, but they definitely didn't do relationships.
He'd probably have to explain this to Potter one day, even if it would result in days of sulking and wounded looks worthy of a kicked puppy.
Draco sighed again and closed his eyes. Sometimes he wondered if the privilege of getting buggered by the Hero of the Wizarding World really was worth the hassle.
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He was just drifting off to sleep when he felt Harry's hand slide between his legs to cup him through his jeans. Suddenly wide awake, he reached down and shoved it aside. "You can't be serious."
Warm breath tickled the back of his neck when Harry murmured, "Why not? Seeing you wearing nothing but raindrops reminded me that I've barely got to touch you in weeks – "
"I don't care how horny you are! It's cold, dirty, and pitch dark in here, and we can't use magic to remedy any of these things!"
"So what? Afraid I won't find your arse in the darkness?"
Even if Potter wouldn't see it, Draco couldn't resist the urge to roll his eyes. "Potter, listen to me. First, it's freezing cold, so I utterly refuse to take off my clothes again. Second, I doubt you pilfered the Dark Lord's secret stash of hand lotion on our way out, and I sure as hell won't be fucked dry. Third, the only contact with water either of us has had for three days has been being rained on. I will not let any part of my naked body get in contact with yours as long as we're both this filthy. I won't even kiss you before we've both cleaned our teeth and shaved. Do I make myself clear?"
"Perfectly." Was that a chuckle in Harry's voice? It had sounded almost... devious.
In the next moment, Draco found himself on his back with Harry on top of him. Grabbing his wrists, Harry pinned them together over Draco's head with both his own hands in one swift movement so that his full weight was now resting against Draco's body.
"Potter," hissed Draco, trying hard to sound as annoyed as possible, "what exactly do you think you're doing?"
He felt the stubble on Harry's cheek graze over his face as Harry leaned down to whisper in his ear. "I want to promise you something."
He ground his hips down and Draco couldn't help gasping. "What, to squash me to death?"
"Don't tell me you don't like it." Harry pushed down again, harder this time. "Because I can feel how much you like it, Malfoy."
Draco clenched his teeth and cursed his traitorous body, which was indeed responding enthusiastically to the pressure of Harry's weight on him despite the discomfort of the wooden floor underneath.
"Anyway," continued Harry, his lips tickling Draco's ear as he spoke, "since you're too prissy to get it on without three hours of grooming beforehand, I'll tell you what I promise to do to you to make up for this missed opportunity when we're back at headquarters. Just to give us both something to look forward to."
"Oh?" Draco had intended to sound haughty, but he didn't quite manage it as Harry chose that precise moment to start rocking against him. "What makes you think I will let you do anything to me once we get back?"
"You will." Harry fell into a maddeningly slow rhythm of little thrusts, and Draco bit his lip in frustration. "I'll make sure you like it. Now shut up and listen."
Any scathing reply that Draco had wanted to come up with was lost forever when Harry adjusted his position a little so that his cock was now brushing against Draco's through various layers of clothing with every move of his hips. All that Draco managed instead was another gasp.
He felt the grin on Harry's face against his cheek. "There's a good boy, Malfoy. All right... when we're back, I promise to invite you to my quarters because they're much nicer than yours. Once I've got you there, I promise to take off all your clothes - slowly, and without touching your perfect skin with my filthy hands. Then I promise to take off mine... while you're watching." Harry's voice lowered to a whisper. "Don't think I haven't noticed that you like eyeing me while I undress. Well, I promise to give you an eyeful then."
Draco tried to wrench his hands out of Harry's grip, but Harry's fingers dug into his wrists as he held them firmly in place.
"Next, I promise to get into the shower with you. My shower isn't very big, so I'll have to lean against you when I reach over to turn on the water. After that, I promise to push you under the spray and start lathering you all over."
Harry was speeding up his thrusts a little now, although not as much as Draco would have liked him to. "Imagine my hands, all slick with soap, sliding over your body. Over your neck, your chest, your nipples, down to your stomach, then over your thighs, down on the outside and up again on the inside. Then over your back down to your arse, over both cheeks and in between... imagine me pushing my finger inside you just a tiny bit then..."
"...burns..." Draco managed to protest weakly.
Harry grinned again. "I promise you won't mind… because my other hand will go to your cock at the same time. I promise to make sure you're very clean when I'm finished with you, but still hard as a rock because I won't let you come."
"Bastard," Draco murmured, jerking upwards in an attempt to make Harry move faster.
In response, Harry pushed down hard and chuckled in triumph when Draco let out a startled yelp. "Behave. I'll be generous and let you wash your precious hair yourself while I get cleaned up. But I promise to towel you dry when we're done. And then I promise to take you to my bedroom."
With that, Harry let go of Draco's wrists and wedged his forearms under the other man's shoulders, propping himself up on his elbows and thus doubling the pressure of his hips on Draco's groin. Draco arched into it, eager to increase the friction. His arms came up to clutch at Harry's shoulders, and hooking his heels behind Harry's calves, he tried to pull him even closer. Up until now, he'd considered frottage a thing for fumbling schoolboys, but perhaps that judgement had been overly harsh. Or he was just desperate to get off. It had been a while, after all.
"Easy, Malfoy, we're not nearly done yet." Harry's tone was light, but he had started to sound a bit breathless himself. He was rocking against Draco again, still far too slow for Draco's liking. His jeans felt so tight by now that he half expected the top button to pop off any moment.
"This will be the time to put my wand to good use. No, not that wand. Not yet anyway." Once again Draco felt Harry grin against his cheek. "I'll cast a nice Bodybind so that you won't be able to move a muscle. I can't wait to see you on my bed like this, naked and utterly helpless, hard and aching for me to touch you." He ground his cheek into Draco's as if he wanted to make sure they'd both have stubble burn for days. "Then, Malfoy, because you're so concerned about not shaving, I promise to give you a shave… not with magic, but with a straight razor. I'm pretty sure you'll appreciate it."
Draco went rigid. "Potter, if you think I'll let you anywhere near my neck with a bloody knife – "
"Oh, you will." Harry finally sped up his thrusts; Draco's breath hitched when Harry's erection pushed almost painfully against his own. He was quite grateful for the fact that his boxers were silk; he'd be chafed raw otherwise. "For all your complaining, you love the idea of being at my mercy. Imagine the blade sliding over your throat, cool and sharp and deadly, while you know that all I need to do is press down a little too hard and that you can do nothing but trust that I won't…"
"God." It was half a moan, half a sob; utterly undignified, but Draco was past caring. "Harry, please…"
"Shhhhh." Harry was panting now, but he still kept talking. "After that, I promise to leave no inch of your skin unkissed, starting with the tips of your fingers and working my way down to your toes. I can't wait to lick all your ticklish spots and watch you not being able to squirm." Draco did squirm underneath him at this, jerking up his hips with the rhythm of Harry's thrusts, desperate to get more.
Harry's breath was coming in harsh gasps, his voice hoarse in Draco's ear as he continued. "I promise… not to touch your cock during all this… not until I release you from the spell and... you are begging me to…" As if from a great distance, Draco heard himself moan again. His heart was hammering against his ribs, heat pooling in his groin; all he could do was dig his fingers into the fabric of Harry's sweat-soaked shirt and urge him on…harder, faster, please…
"Then... and only then... I promise to go down on you... to suck you until you're screaming... until you're coming so hard into my mouth that you're seeing stars..."
That image, together with the feeling of Harry's whole body tensing against him, at last pushed Draco over the edge. The entire world seemed to have contracted into the heat, the touch, the smell of Harry, and he arched into him with a strangled cry as waves of white-hot pleasure washed over him.
How could Harry possibly still talk at this point? He was clinging to Draco so forcefully that it was becoming difficult to breathe, hips grinding down in an almost frenzied pace, but between gasps for air he managed to whisper, "Finally, I promise..."
Through a haze of sudden dizziness, Draco heard him struggle to continue, "...I promise... to fuck you until... until nothing else matters to you any more... nothing but the feeling of me inside you..." It seemed that he had wanted to say more, but everything else was lost in a low, drawn-out groan. Harry thrust against Draco one last time and then, panting, collapsed on top of him.H
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It took Draco some time to get his breath back, and even longer to fully reassess his surroundings. His clothes were sticky with sweat and come and his back hurt from the hard wooden floor. Harry had, thankfully, rolled off of him and seemed to be doing that snuggling thing again, with his arm around Draco's chest and his head nestled in the crook of Draco's neck.
He heard Harry's soft laugh close to his ear when he stirred. "Back among the living, hm?" Harry's voice, Draco noticed with a certain degree of satisfaction, was still rather unsteady, but he was sounding far too smug for Draco's liking.
"Yes, and a lot filthier than before thanks to your underhand tactics."
"You didn't seem to mind at the time."
"You didn't seem too worried about my opinion on the matter, Potter. Or did you ever bother to ask if I wanted all these things you so generously promised me?"
"Oh, come on, you insufferable git." Harry hadn't taken the bait; his voice didn't lose the warm, lazy quality of utter contentment. "Draco, I know that you'd rather die than admit this when you're not two seconds away from coming, but you love it when I'm taking charge. For all your whining, you're practically melting whenever I touch you, and I should probably tell you that you're not fooling me any longer."
This statement was hitting way too close to home for Draco's comfort. When had the oblivious Gryffindor become so perceptive? If Draco let him get away with such a bold statement, he might just as well give in here and now, move into Harry's quarters and start referring to him as 'my boyfriend'.
Time to restore the balance of power between them before Harry got the wrong idea. "All right, then. I'm going to promise you something too."
"What would that be?" Harry was all but purring now.
"When you get to the last stage of your depraved little scenario..."
"Yes?" Oh, how Draco loved that breathless sound of Harry's voice. He turned his head until his cheek touched Harry's, so that Harry could feel the smirk on his face as he whispered in his ear:
"...I promise not to ask 'Is it in yet?' anymore."