edit 6/28/21: due to this meme sent to me by lyn:

every instance of the word "couch" has been replaced with the word "jouch"

"YES!"

"No!"

Harry laughed as Draco shoved him off the arm of the jouch, and caught himself before he hit the floor. 

"There is no way you didn't cheat!" Draco complained. 

"You can't cheat at Mario Kart, you prick!" Harry laughed. "You're just a sore loser!"

Draco glared at his best friend. "I hate you."

"You looooove me," Harry teased, leaning into Draco as he sat back on the jouch. Draco flushed and looked away. 

Harry shoved Draco. "You wanna play again?"

"And see you cheat again?" Draco laughed, pushing Harry back harder. "Not a chance."

"You're gonna get yourself into something you can't get out of, Malfoy," Harry growled, pushing Draco onto the floor and sitting on his stomach. 

Draco smirked, and rolled hard, flipping them. A briefly surprised look flashed across Harry's face before it was replaced with determination. 

He tried to roll them again, but Draco moved his legs so he was straddling Harry's hips, and smirked at the defeated boy. 

Harry growled through his teeth and continued trying to free himself. 

Draco grinned, and wrapped his fingers through the other boy's dark locks, pulling his head back. 

Harry's face turned into one of horrified shock, and he tried to grab Draco's arm to take it away from his hair. Draco used his other hand, however, and pinned Harry's wrists to the ground. 

"Stop pulling my hair," Harry muttered as he continued to fight. 

Draco, thinking he was joking, kept messing with his hair. Harry turned more and more red the more Draco messed with his hair. 

"Harry, you alright?" Draco asked, pausing with his fingers still slightly tugging Harry's hair. 

"Please, stop pulling my hair," Harry murmured, looking away from Draco with a blush staining his cheeks. 

Draco, realizing he was serious, immediately let go of his hair and wrists, and climbed off of him. 

"Harry, what's wrong?" he asked as Harry brought his knees up to his chest, hugging them. 

Harry just shook his head. It was too weird to share. 

"Harry." Draco's tone was serious, and worried. "Please tell me what's wrong."

"I just...." Harry stared at the floor as he spoke. "Hair pulling is....."

Draco frowned, not understanding. 

Harry closed his eyes as he whispered, "Hair pulling is kinda a kink of mine."

Draco's eyes widened impossibly, and his eyes flickered down, before reaching Harry's again. 

"Damn it," he whispered, running his fingers through his own hair nervously. "I'm so sorry Harry."

"'M sorry Draco, shoulda told you."

"No, I get it, it's embarrassing. Are you...." 

Harry nodded, squeezing his eyes shut again. 

Draco frowned. An idea was in his head, but would Harry kill him for it?

"D'you..." Draco licked his lips. "D'you want some help with it?"

Harry's eyes flew open, and he stared at Draco, shocked. The blonde didn't seem to be kidding. 

"Are you... Are you serious?"

Draco winced at his incredulous tone. "Yeah, I am."

Harry's legs slowly lowered from their position against his chest. "I mean.... only if you really want to."

Draco smiled. "I do. What do you want me to do, Harry?"

Harry blushed hard, and stumbled over his words. 

"I... could you.... um..."

"Spit it out, Harry," Draco teased lightly, giving him a comforting smile and sitting down closer to him. 

"Could you... maybe kiss me? And... pull my hair again?"

Draco smiled. "Of course."

"I've never... done anything like this before...." Harry muttered. "I'm not gonna be very good."

"That's okay, Harry. Have you ever kissed someone before?"

Harry nodded slowly. Draco's stomach fluttered with jealousy. 

"Kay... I'm just gonna start with that."

Harry nodded, giving his okay, and Draco leaned forward, placing his hand on the back of Harry's neck and kissing him softly. 

Harry kissed back carefully, as though he was afraid Draco would pull away. Draco kissed back a little harder, to give Harry some reassurance. 

Draco scooted them back so his back was against the jouch, and carefully lifted Harry until the raven haired boy was straddling his lap, never breaking their kiss. 

Harry pulled back slowly, eyes bright. "You're an amazing kisser," he whispered, scared to shatter the moment. 

"So are you," Draco breathed, watching relief flicker in Harry's eyes before leaning forward to capture his lips again. 

Remembering Harry's other request, Draco moved one of his hands from Harry's waist and tangled it in the raven's hair, pulling gently. 

Harry made a small sound, and pulled away breathlessly. "Could you... could you do that a little harder please?"

Draco's breath caught, and his jeans were becoming uncomfortably tight. 

He wound his fingers through Harry's hair more, securing them in the dark locks, and pulled a little harder than before. 

Harry gasped, and his eyelashes fluttered as his eyes rolled back. "Yes, just like that."

Draco pulled a bit more, so Harry's head tilted back, exposing his neck. Draco pressed two open-mouthed kisses along his jawline, stopping when Harry gasped. 

"Is this okay?" he asked nervously. 

"More than okay," Harry whispered, morning when Draco pulled on his hair again. 

Draco lowered his mouth, kissing lower on Harry's neck, nipping softly, and taking Harry's moans as encouragement. 

Harry's hip thrusted forward involuntarily, and he froze. "Sorry."

Draco laughed softly at Harry's nervousness. "Harry, seriously, I'm enjoying this as much as you. You don't have to hold yourself back."

He went back to tugging Harry's hair and used the hand on Harry's waist to tug the other boy forward onto his crotch. 

Harry made a sort of strangled moan, and started to grind down on Draco. 

Draco groaned softly, biting down on Harry's shoulder to keep from making a louder noise. 

"Draco," Harry murmured. "I need more."

Draco instantly stopped, looking Harry in the eyes. "What do you need, Harry?"

"Could you...." Harry's face was flushed, and he looked embarrassed still. "Could you touch me?"

Draco poked him in the arm. "There. Orgasming yet?"

"Dracooooo!" Harry shouted, laughing. "I'm serious!"

Draco laughed softly. "Okay, okay. Could you move back onto the jouch?"

Harry moved quickly, laying down on the couch and resting his head on a pillow. 

(Okay so we're going to imagine this jouch as a very long and wide jouch so Harry can lay on it and spread his legs a bit and Draco can still have room to sit in front of him)

((Wish I had a jouch like that))

Draco kissed him gently, and sat down between his legs. He started carefully undoing the button on Harry's jeans, watching the other boy's reactions to make sure what he was doing was okay. 

His fingers hooked on the waistband of Harry's jeans, and he paused. 

"You're absolutely sure about this?"

"Yes, Draco," Harry said impatiently. "Please."

Draco smiled, and pulled his jeans off slowly, and tossing them on the chair behind the jouch. 

Now that Harry was only wearing boxers and a t-shirt, Draco could clearly see the outline of Harry's hard on. 

He was big, and Draco's mouth watered at the thought of wrapping his lips around it, but that wasn't what Harry asked for. 

Draco moved up so he could kiss Harry, and palmed him through his boxers. 

Harry moaned, and arched up into Draco's touch. 

Draco stared at the undone beauty before him. He was painfully hard now, just from kissing and touching Harry, and Harry's red lips were driving him insane. 

He kissed him harder, before breathlessly pulling away. 

"Can I..." his eyes flickered down and he licked his lips. "Can I suck you?"

"Yes," Harry hissed. "God, yes." 

Draco kissed him one last time, before moving his lips downward. 

He kissed Harry's jawline, his throat, his collarbones, and skated his fingers over Harry's clothed abdomen before removing his shirt. 

"Draco," Harry whispered softly. "If I'm gonna be naked, it's only fair you're in the same state."

Draco smirked at the words. "Can't wait to see me without clothes, can you Potter?"

Harry sat up, laughing softly at him, and grabbed the hem of his shirt, lifting it over Draco's head. 

Draco slowly undid his own jeans, leaving himself in his boxers, and went back to placing soft kisses on Harry's softer skin. 

He kissed further and further down Harry's chest and stomach until he reached the boy's hipbone, where he nipped softly as he pulled down his boxers. 

Draco bit his lip, hard, as he looked at Harry's uncovered cock. 

He leaned forward, gently kissing the head of it before just taking the head in his mouth, swirling his tongue over it to get used to the feeling. 

Harry let out a choked moan, and his hips lifted up off the bed. 

Smirking slightly, Draco placed his hands on Harry's waist, keeping it down as he took Harry deeper. 

Harry was letting out strangled half-moans as he gripped the sides of the jouch. 

These moans spurred Draco on, and he bobbed his head, tongue flicking out across the tip of Harry's dick. 

His own dick was pressing uncomfortably against his boxers, so he pulled them down, jerking himself off as he continued his blowjob. 

Harry's breathing was becoming shorter and more erratic, and he was trying to choke out words. 

"Gonna- fuck- gonna come, D-Draco," he moaned. 

Draco looked up at him through his lashes, and took him deeper, stroking himself. 

Harry arched his back and yelled out Draco's name as he came in Draco's mouth. This brought Draco's orgasm to him and he closed his eyes as release washed over him. 

Once the initial dizziness faded somewhat, Draco pulled away, looking Harry dead in the eyes and swallowing the come in his mouth. 

Harry's eyes widened. "Goddamn, Draco. That was fucking amazing."

Draco smirked. "I aspire to be amazing at everything."

"Hopefully you're not amazing at kissing anyone else," Harry said as he pulled his boxers back on. 

Draco copied his movements, putting his own boxers on. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means..." Harry tugged Draco's hand so he sat down next to the darker-haired boy. "Will you be my boyfriend?"

Draco pretended to think about it. "I mean.... Ron's pretty good looking. I might want to keep my options open."

"Draco!" Harry laughed, punching the blonde's arm. 

Draco laughed, pulling Harry into a kiss. 

"Of course I'll be your boyfriend, you twat."

"Good," Harry mumbled against his lips. "Because I want to beat your ass at Mario Kart forever."

Harry ducked, laughing, as Draco pulled back, throwing a pillow at his head.

Idea snatched from loser_bi_default