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Originally Posted: November 11, 2004

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Translation: Spanish

Draco licked a long, slow stripe up Harry's chest, tongue wriggling just a little, slowing when it tangled in the wiry hairs on his chest, darting to the side to circle one nipple. Slowly.

Harry's head fell back. He tried very hard not to grin. Draco so loved to gloat. That tongue was lapping at his throat now, and over his chin, and--

"Mmmmph," he said, not turning his head away in time. He hated the taste of his own come. He didn't mind someone else's, but his own... the idea just weirded him out.

"But you taste so good," Draco breathed against his lips before plunging his tongue in again.

"No I don't," Harry moaned, twisting his head away. Draco stuck his tongue in Harry's ear instead.

"Ugh, that's it!" Harry cried, and flipped Draco onto his back. Draco bounced a little, and his forehead cracked against Harry's.

"Ow!" In unison.

"You dumb fuck," Draco groaned, rubbing his forehead.

"Yeah, yeah," Harry grumbled, rubbing his head too. "It's your own fault for fighting back."

Draco's witty retort was cut off by Harry's mouth.

"You were saying?" Harry asked when he came up for air.

"That it's just a little thing," Draco sighed.

Harry slid down to rest on his belly between Draco's thighs. "This little thing?" he grinned.

"You're blind," Draco replied, putting his hands behind his head and closing his eyes. "It's huge."

"Only in your own mind," Harry muttered, staring at Draco's cock. Actually, he didn't think it was all that small. It was just fun to tease Draco about it. He'd been sensitive to it once, when he was very drunk, but otherwise he brushed Harry's comments aside. "But I don't let that bother me."

"If it's so small, why don't I just slip it in your--"

Harry swallowed Draco's cock before he could finish the sentence. Draco's suggestion turned into a strangled moan.

Harry gave great head, and he knew it. What he didn't do was bottom, no matter how much Draco begged. He didn't even like fingers in his arse; it did nothing for him. He liked to fuck, and Draco liked to be fucked, so it all worked out, most of the time.

Harry sucked, working his tongue along the shaft as he did, cupping Draco's balls. His saliva coated the shaft after a few minutes, trickling down into the wiry blond hairs beneath his chin. Draco's hands were covering his face now and he was breathing erratically.

Harry was shocked to feel his own erection returning -- that hardly ever happened. It had been a few weeks since they'd seen each other, though, so maybe that had something to do with it.

Draco's moaning intensified, and Harry released his cock, sitting up.

"Wha--?" Draco asked, opening his eyes.

Harry fumbled through the drawer of the nightstand table, finally coming up with a condom and a tube of lube. He rolled the condom on as quickly as he could, slicked himself, and pulled Draco's legs up and over his shoulders.

Draco was staring at him, wide-eyed.

"This okay?" Harry asked.

Draco snorted. "Does it matter?"

Harry froze. "Of course it matters. How can you say that?"

Draco looked away and then back again. "Yes, it's okay."

Harry moved his cock into position and pushed forward. Draco grimaced, but otherwise stayed silent. His erection wilted a little. Harry plastered his forehead with kisses, whispering apologies. He usually took his time with this. It had been a while. There had been a few quick blow jobs between missions, but they hadn't had a whole night together in six weeks.

"Okay," Draco breathed, relaxing back against the mattress. He closed his eyes. His face was still tense.

Harry began to move as slowly as he dared, pulling out and pushing back in, wanting this to feel good for Draco, willing it to feel good. He tilted his hips in that angle that always worked, watching Draco's face.

"Mmmm," Draco said at last, reaching down to pull at his dick. Harry pushed his hand away and pulled his cock for him.

It didn't take long: Draco's face contorted in that familiar way, he held his breath, and then his mouth opened in a soundless scream.

He never made a sound when he came. Ever.

Harry rode it out, then let himself come. He collapsed against Draco afterwards, strangely emotional. Overwhelmed. Like he could cry, if he didn't stop himself.

He sat up, holding onto the condom and pulling out of Draco's arse. He tossed the soiled condom to the floor, trying to collect himself.

"You okay?" Draco's hand trailed down his back.

Harry clenched his eyes shut. He was not okay. The morning would come, and they'd be back out in the field, where there was a war going on and people would kill them as soon as look at them. He didn't know when they'd see each other again.

All he wanted, sometimes, was a normal life. One where he went to a boring job he hated every day, and he came home to someone who loved him, and they'd pan-fry fish for dinner and drink wine, then cuddle together and watch telly. And make love, slowly and sweetly, before going to sleep. And then do it again the next day.

But he couldn't have that. Not now, maybe not ever.

"Hey," Draco's hand stopped moving. Harry felt his friend's body press against him from behind, arms circling his chest. "What is it?"

Harry opened his mouth. I love you, he thought, but it doesn't change anything. It doesn't matter. I may never tell you, because I'm afraid of what would happen if you loved me too.

"Nothing," he sighed, taking one of Draco's hands in his and kissing it. "It's... just a little thing."