Draco sat up in the bed, sheets pooling in his lap. He looked down at his lover, Harry, who had adopted his usual post-coitus sprawl.

“We need to talk, Harry,” Draco said.

Harry looked up into the silver-grey eyes that he loved so much. Reading the weather there quickly, he rolled onto his side and propped his head on his hand. “Uh oh, looks serious.”

“It is,” Draco said. “It’s about sex.”

Harry arched an eyebrow. He was so proud of this ability. Of course, having spent the last three years with Draco had given him ample time to study the technique involved in what, for Draco, amounted to an involuntary muscle spasm. He practiced religiously until he could do it without thinking.

“You know, I hate it that you do that now,” Draco huffed. “That was mine, a genuine Malfoy trait.”

“I know. Don’t I look sexy when I do it?” Harry asked, employing the Malfoy smirk.

“Dammit, Harry, I’m trying to talk here! Stop…being me for a minute, okay?” Draco growled.

“Sorry,” Harry said, chastened. “I was just trying to lighten things up.”

Draco rolled his eyes. Harry was such a…well, there were no words to describe what Harry was. ‘Love of his life’ was about the only thing that Draco could come up with. “As I was saying, there are some things that we need to discuss. I’ve noticed a disturbing trend lately.”

“Oh?” Harry asked. He knew that Draco would mean whatever he said, but sometimes he was so incredibly anal about things that Harry couldn’t help but poke fun. Usually by calling Draco “Lord Malfoy”, intimating the similarities to his lover’s father. He was sure that whatever was coming would be good.

“We’re men, Harry. Not a couple of silly bints having it off. Don’t you think that when we fuck we should be acting like the men that we are?” Draco asked seriously.

Harry was right. This was going to be good. “Of course, love,” he said, firing the first shot across the bow.

“Like that! Guys don’t call each other love. Look, I have a list of things that we should and shouldn’t be doing,” Draco said, waving a hand into the air and grabbing the scroll that appeared.

“Nice trick,” Harry commented.

“Okay, here we go. No screaming. We’re men, Harry. We’re supposed to grunt, not scream like we’ve got the vapors.”

“No screaming. Got it.”

“Also, no stupid pet names, like love or baby or sweetie. I’m Draco, not Dray or Co or any other derivative. And if you call me Dragon, I’ll kick your arse.”

“Check.” Harry was biting the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. “Let’s jump back a sec. No screaming, got that one, but what about moaning and stuff?”

“Keep it to a minimum, okay?” Draco said, looking at Harry over the top of the scroll.

“What else is on your list?” Harry asked.

“Let’s see,” Draco replied, eyes roaming the page. “Ah, right. No falling asleep like five minutes after sex. What are we, kids who need a nap? Also, back to the noise thing. No keening, wailing or sobbing.”

“So, I should endeavor to be quiet, then?” Harry asked.

“Well, no, just no unseemly sounds. It’s very off-putting,” Draco said.

“Okay, let me see if I got this straight. I can’t scream, whimper, wail or sob. That means you can’t either, right? So, what? You just sock me in the jaw, shove your cock up my arse, and yell “pop goes the weasel?” Harry asked, waiting to see what reaction he’d get.

Draco’s straight face lasted exactly two seconds before he snickered. “Right. No more American telly for you, either,” he said, laughing. Right then, he sobered. “Although, I just had a frightening image of punching you and Weasley popping up on the other side of you yelling, “Hey mate!”

This time, it was Harry laughing uncontrollably. “Damn, Draco, that was…no!”

Draco shuddered. “How do you think I felt when it happened? Anyway,” he continued, waving away the scroll, “those are our new rules. Can I count on you to keep to them?”

“Oh, I can keep to them,” Harry nodded confidently. “The question is, can you?”

“Me? Of course I can,” Draco retorted.

“All right, then.” With a blur of movement, Harry had removed the sheet draped over his lover and leaned over his body. “Let’s test drive this bitch, shall we?” he whispered.

Harry ran his fingertips up the inside of Draco’s thigh, bending to follow his fingers with his tongue. He continued this on the other side, alternating licks and soft kisses. He could feel that Draco was trying to hold back his responses by the light tremors running through his body. Harry lunged forward and kissed him forcefully, shoving his tongue into the blond’s mouth, offering no quarter. Draco accepted this intrusion, sucking at Harry’s tongue, pushing back against it with his own. When the kiss broke, he was breathless. Harry arched his brow.

“Hmm, very good. You’re doing well,” Harry said. He caressed Draco’s side, passing a hand over the lithe torso. He slowly descended, sucking a bruise into Draco’s neck, smiling at the breathless pants coming from him. He inclined his head, taking a nipple into his lips and worrying it with his teeth, laving it slowly. He could feel Draco’s heartbeat speeding up, and went for the kill. Placing open mouthed kisses down the center of his lover’s body, Harry stopped before his prize. He licked a stripe from balls to tip and waited. Draco’s breathing became a little louder, but still the blond hadn’t voiced his pleasure. Harry planned to change that, quickly.

Wrapping his fingers around the base of Draco’s cock, Harry repeated the move. Still no response, unless you counted the short gasp that came from above. Harry continued to lick Draco like a lolly, staying away from the weeping tip for the moment. Just as the gasps became a little louder, Harry struck, swiping his tongue slowly and deliberately over the tip, sucking gently.

“Oh, gods,” Draco cried out, thrusting forward. It had taken every bit of his formidable control to not react to Harry’s ministrations, but the one thing he could not do was not react when Harry sucked his cock. No one had ever been better, and Draco had had lots of partners in his short life. No one could drive him crazy the way that Harry could, with his slow licks and deep sucks. In fact, even as he thought these things, his fingers twined into Harry’s black locks, attempting to guide his movements. “Yes, Harry,” he moaned, swept away by the sensation.

Not quite begging yet, Harry thought. Time to increase the voltage. He bobbed his head, keeping a hard suction and humming from time to time, causing a delicious vibration. He could swear he heard a whimper. Breaking away to utter a lubricating spell, he slid a finger into Draco’s passage and his lips around his cock, and was rewarded with what was definitely a wail.

“Oh, gods, yes!” Draco cried out, undone by the double assault. There was only so much a man could take. “”Harry, please…more,” he begged.

This was getting really good, Harry concluded. Slipping another finger inside, he timed his movements, sucking and stroking. Draco wasn’t holding back, now. Cries of “More!” alternated with whimpers, and until, finally, with a shout, Draco came, pouring himself down his lover’s throat. Harry swallowed, and performed a clean up, licking softly so as not to waste a drop. With a final peck, he released Draco’s sensitive flesh.

“Did you like that, baby?” Harry asked, with emphasis on the ‘baby‘.

“Fuck me, Harry,” Draco panted. “Please.”

“In a minute,” Harry replied, continuing to slowly stretch his lover. “Now, I have a few rules of my own, okay? Are you ready?”

“Yes, anything, just don’t stop,” Draco whimpered.

“Good. Yes, we’re men, but that doesn’t mean that, as men, we can’t vocalise our pleasure. I love you, Draco,” Harry said, kissing the blond deeply, “and I don’t care who knows it. If I want to beg, cry or plead, I will, because that means it feels good, that I’m loving what we’re doing. And I’ll damn well call you baby if I want to. I will, however, leave off Dragon,” he finished, smiling.

“Whatever you say, Harry,” Draco said, conceding defeat. He cried out once more as Harry, withdrawing his fingers, purposely nudged his prostate. He squirmed impatiently as Harry lubricated his own long neglected cock, and moaned wantonly as Harry slid his cock in to the hilt.

“So, which would you prefer, love? Want me to fuck you like this? Or would you rather go for a ride?” Harry asked.

“Like this,” Draco sighed, drawing his legs up and over Harry’s shoulders. He held onto Harry’s forearms as Harry began to move.

Harry eased forward, thrusting slowly into his lover’s body, relishing the feel of it. He was so turned on by the expressions crossing Draco’s face that he had to close his eyes to keep his composure. He had no intentions of this being a quick fuck and even quicker release. He wanted Draco to feel everything, to savor every push and withdrawal. As he lost himself in the sensations, a thought came to him. Something that he didn’t do very often, but knew that it would send Draco right over the edge. Sighing, he pulled back and out.

“Harry…Harry why are you stopping?” Draco moaned.

“Shh,” Harry intoned, lowering Draco’s legs to the bed. He leaned in for a kiss. Sitting up, he turned his lover over onto his front. Draco stretched his limbs.

“Oh, I like this position,” Draco purred, pulling his lower body up to his knees, leaving his torso pressed into the mattress.

Harry smirked. Could this possibly get any better?

Hell, yeah.

He started at the nape of Draco’s neck, kissing his way down and over his back, running his fingers along the blond’s spine. Placing his hands on Draco’s hips, he bent forward and sent a puff of air over Draco’s red, swollen hole. Hearing the sharp gasp, he rubbed his tongue over the entrance.

“Oh, Harry, oh, gods,” Draco sobbed, as Harry rimmed him expertly, with long, languid licks and soft sucks. Parting the blond’s cheeks, he dove in, spearing him with his tongue, stabbing in and out. Creating a suction with his lips, Harry burrowed in, humming with pleasure. There was something about the taste of Draco that drove him crazy; lips, cock or arse, it didn’t matter. Each taste was unique, and uniquely Draco. Sensing that Draco was getting too close, he reluctantly stopped, wiping his face with a handful of sheet. Stroking the shaking blond, he lined up at the now spasming hole and slid in again, pulling the blond back and into his lap. Draco leaned back into Harry, curving an arm behind him and around Harry’s neck as he began to move.

“Was that good, love?” Harry whispered, licking the shell of Draco’s ear.

“I give up. You win,” Draco moaned, grinding his hips into Harry’s lap.

“I always do,” Harry chuckled, holding Draco around the waist. “Let’s ride, okay?” he said, thrusting upwards.

“Yeah,” Draco managed to groan. Lacing his fingers with Harry’s, he slid up and down Harry’s cock, not caring what sounds came from himself. He moaned, groaned, whimpered and begged, and he didn’t give a flying fuck. “Harry…fuck me…harder, please….”

Harry was half past give a damn as he pounded harder, using his free hand to turn Draco’s face to his. Kissing him open-mouthed and wetly, he grasped Draco’s cock, pulling hard. With a deep growl, he came, and brought Draco with him. Draco fell forward with a grunt, and Harry collapsed on top of him, dislodging himself. After several minutes, Harry was first to speak.

“So, aren’t my rules way more fun?” he asked.

He was rewarded with a deep snore.

~fin~