Love Bites (Harry Potter: Official Dragon Tamer, Part One)

Fuck It

A tiny part of my brain reminded me that I should probably be getting ready for work.

Another, much larger part of my brain recognised by the way the sun was slanting in through the window that I was probably already late.

A quick Tempus charm told me it was just before 9 am.

The tiny part of my brain kicked into panic mode at the thought of being late for work.

Fuck it, the larger part reasoned, as Harry's mouth captured mine again.

What harm could possibly come from being late just this once?

"Harry," I groaned, sliding further down his body, mouth moving constantly to place kisses and nibbles along his torso as I made my way to his hips.

"Your body ought to be illegal," I informed him, licking up the indentations of one of his hipbones, hands grasping at his hips, thumbs likely digging bruises as he tried to arch off the mattress.

"Then do something about it," he all but growled out, hands guiding my face to lap gently at his straining cock.

I smiled to myself as I dipped lower and reached the tip of my tongue out to lick lightly up the seam of his balls, returning for another delicate lick, dipping even lower to lap at his pink hole.

"Merlin, Harry," I groaned, licking another languid stripe up his luscious arse.

"How are you so fucking delicious?" I sighed, tongue returning to lap and tease at him, licking around and over his opening before pointing and pushing in, demanding entrance.

I slid in easily, Harry still loose from last night, and I lost no time working my tongue in and out of the velvety heat of him.

"Draco," he sighed, hands clutching at the back of my head.

"Yes. Fuck. Gods, please," he begged, hips canting upwards, legs wrapping around my head so that he could get a better angle to fuck himself onto my tongue.

My only response was to stiffen my tongue even more, curling it deep inside of Harry as his moans intensified, urging me to continue.

"Gods, Harry," I sighed, pulling away, at last, to lick and trace the slackened rim with the tip of my tongue.

"I could eat you for days," I told him, fastening my mouth to him, tongue swirling into him shamelessly as I resumed feasting on Harry.

Harry's moans grew louder and longer as I continued licking and sucking, losing myself in the musky taste of him, groaning into him as he clenched around me, drawing me in further, my tongue fucking in and out of his sweet hole as though the universe itself depended on it.

"Draco," Harry cried out, arching off the mattress, hands still tangling in my hair.

"Please," he begged, hands pulling at me urgently, trying to drag me up and away from the sweet core of him.

"I need you, now," he whimpered, pulling at me again.

"Harry," I sighed, kissing and licking my way up his body, allowing his hands to yank and pull at my hair in his desperation to pull me back up to his mouth, his teeth grabbing at my bottom lip, tongue lapping frantically into my mouth as his arms and legs wrapped around me, pulling me close.

"Need you," he gasped, still pressing his signature little kitten kisses into my mouth.

"Please," he begged again.

"Gods, Harry," I sighed again, kissing that sweet, plump mouth of his thoroughly.

I didn't even think before sinking my entire length into him, eyes snapping shut, a positively embarrassingly guttural growl tearing from me as I did so.

Not that Harry seemed to mind, the way his hips rose to meet mine, still clinging to me as though I alone could make his world right.

"Draco," he whimpered, clutching at me when I buried my face in his neck, biting and sucking as I gave in to the deliciously tight squeeze of him around me, driving in and out of his velvety warmth with long, sure strokes, withdrawing almost completely before sinking back in, deep as I could, hips angling to brush against that tight bundle of nerves that made Harry's moans practically turn to sobs.

Endless pleas of "more" and "yes" and "please" and "harder" mixed with my name tumbled from his lips as I continued fucking him, mouth seeking his between breathy gasps and moans, hips picking up speed, driving into him harder with each thrust, the slapping of our bodies echoing throughout the room.

"Oh, gods... Fuck! Draco, yes!" he cried, turning his head to sink his teeth into the cord running down my neck, mouth sucking and tongue lapping to soothe the sting.

Seconds later, I felt Harry's body tighten even further around me, mouth latching on to my neck once more, and I groaned, eyes fluttering shut as I came, hips still driving into Harry until I collapsed on top of him.

"Mmmm," I sighed, leaning down to press another kiss to his mouth.

"Mmmm," he agreed, turning his body so that he was snuggling into my side once more.

"Shit!" I cried, sitting bolt upright.

Another Tempus told me it was now 9:53.

"I have to go," I explained hastily, clambering over Harry and dashing into the bathroom, giving my mouth a hasty, cursory scrub with my toothbrush, leaning down to rinse and splash my face with water, completely forgoing my morning routine.

"I'm so fucking late," I continued, dashing into my closet and grabbing a suit, shirt, and tie and, literally, throwing them on.

"Hermione's going to fucking kill me," I added, hopping on one foot, then the other in my haste to get my socks on.

There was no time to even sit, you see.

"Hermione?" Harry asked, sitting up and staring at me in shock, post-orgasmic bliss vanishing at the mention of his friend's name.

"Shit, I forgot you work with her," he mumbled. "She's awful about tardiness."

I rolled my eyes as I ran back into my closet and grabbed a pair of shoes.

"Normally, I'm worse than she is," I informed him, raking a hand through my hair, briefly wondering if Hermione would notice how dishevelled I was, for the first time in my life, lamenting my fastidious nature.

Harry looked positively horrified as he stared at me from the bed while I hurriedly crammed my feet into the shoes.

"I don't think that's even possible, Draco," he assured me.

I smirked up at him as I tied the laces.

"Why don't you ask her sometime?" I challenged, straightening up.

"Well... sorry to fuck and run," I grinned at him as I accioed my briefcase to me.

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Bye," he murmured, stretching as he snuggled back into the sheets, causing me to wonder briefly what would happen if I just didn't show up at work one day.

They couldn't fire me for not showing up just once, could they?

I shook my head and shut my eyes against the inviting picture a naked, sleepy Harry made in bed and apparated before I could change my mind.