Their kisses began to intensify again, and Harry undulated his body against Draco's pinned on top of him. He was becoming increasingly aware of the hardness he could feel pressed against his thigh, and his own groin wasn't exactly being subtle. He panted as Draco took his kisses and started gracing them over his chest, his fingers skirting over Harry's skin leaving blazing hot trails of desire. As his lips closed over one of Harry's nipples and sucked, he grunted extremely inelegantly as the sensation went directly to his crotch.

"Draco," he murmured, just because he could, running his hands through his hair and petting at his back.

Draco made his way back up, his hands hovering over the fly of Harry's jeans as he looked him in the eye. "I want more," he said hesitantly, but Harry nodded, his own hands moving down to help.

He was sure that couples with a little more experience knew how to do this in a much more romantic way, but as it turned out they each just tackled their own clothes again, kicking their legs free until they were entwined again in nothing but their boxer shorts. Harry had even taken his glasses off and placed them by his wand. He didn't want to damage them or for them to get in their way, and when they were this close he found he could see Draco just fine.

There was absolutely no denying their erections now as they rocked together, their bodies perfectly interconnected as they kissed. Harry was making incoherent noises as they rubbed against each other, but then again, so was Draco. He felt so good he was sure he was going to come soon, he could feel the orgasm building from his belly. But Draco had other ideas, and forced his hand between them, slipping under Harry's underwear and gripping his cock tightly.

Harry buckled and cried out.

"I've wanted to feel you for such a long time," Draco said hoarsely, and Harry couldn't agree more.

He scrambled between them, and together they both shoved the boxers downwards to their thighs, and brought their throbbing arousals into contact, making them both gasp and wail.

It was uncoordinated and frantic to start with, but then they found a rhythm, and suddenly, they were flying, gliding as one. "Yes," Harry was rambling. "Yes, yes, yes."

"Don't stop," Draco begged. "Don't, please..." Harry had no intention of doing any such thing though as he felt his pleasure cresting.

"I can't," he cried, tears in his eyes. "Going to – Draco?"

"I'm here," he ground out between his teeth. "Almost – almost." He arched his back, and Harry felt himself explode as their stomachs became slick with their combined cum. Draco groaned and collapsed on top of him, gathering him up in his arms. "Salazar," he breathed out.

Harry felt like he'd been hit by a bus, but he was also sticky when he very much just wanted to focus on snuggling, so he reached over for his wand and vanished the mess. "Come here," he mumbled, encouraging Draco to him again as they pulled their boxers back up and wriggled to untuck the blankets so they could slip underneath them.

As they lay there, their heartbeats slowing, Harry thought of Draco that first day on the ice, so scared and unsure, and how they had learned to move as one there too. He smiled and stroked Draco's hair, placing a reverent kiss on his damp forehead. "That was amazing," he said as they cuddled under the duvet.

"You're amazing," Draco said sleepily, yawning and kissing Harry's cheek. It was such a sweet, innocent gesture, Harry found himself choking up a little.

"So," he said once he'd got a hold of himself, wanting to ask before Draco fell asleep. "Does that mean you'll talk to me on the mirrors whist we're away?" It seemed a silly thing to ask after what they had just shared together, but he had to know.

Draco turned his head to blink sleepily at him. "Only if you'll come visit me?" he asked. "You could come for New Year's Eve, if you like?"

Warmth flooded Harry's chest, and he placed a chaste kiss on his lover's lips. "I'd very much like that," he said.

His final thought as he drifted off to sleep, safe and secure in the arms of the boy he'd come to care very deeply for, was that he could never have hoped for his year to end with such joy and happiness.

And for that, he was grateful.

The End

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