Harry bit his lip and gave a reproachful chuckle at how cheesy was sounding, but he didn't care. He grazed the backs of his fingers and knuckles over the lovely swell of Draco's belly, leaning back a little to create some space between them so he could trail up and down, and his heart flipped as Draco shivered and gave a sweet little gasp.

"You're so good," he said, feeling his throat constrict slightly. "So brave. I remember when I couldn't do this, when you didn't think I'd like it. But you trusted me that I would, that I do, so much. The quiet kind of brave."

"Noisy brave," Draco mumbled back at him, eyelids heavy, lost in the sensation of Harry's touch.

"I think I could make you be noisy," Harry said playfully, his palms both flat either side of Draco's stomach, resting comfortably as he leaned in and kissed his neck. He hadn't left a mark on his boyfriend for a while, and he felt the need strongly now. Normally he would go lower, he liked sucking on Draco's clavicles, marking out a little ring where only they would know about it. But Harry was feeling possessive and he had the sudden, reckless urge to make sure the whole damn world knew that Draco Malfoy was loved and cherished and taken and his. So he sucked and licked and even grazed his teeth against the delicious pulse point he'd found, and moaned as Draco whimpered and let out ragged breaths, his hands trailing distractedly up and down Harry's spine, making him tremble.

He kissed his work tenderly once he was done, then turned his head to capture Draco's lips, hands grabbing at the soft flesh on his hips, kneading them with increasing want. "Harry," Draco breathed into his mouth.

"I love when you say my name," he confessed between kisses. "I want you to be noisy for me Draco, tell me how you're feeling, if you like it."

"Love it," Draco gasped, one hand migrating to Harry's hair. "Love your hands on me, big hands, holding me. Nuh, Harry."

"Good boy," Harry murmured, and Draco moaned. "Good boy, just like that." He wanted every sense inundated by Draco; taste, touch, sight, smell and sound. He wanted to be completed enveloped by him. "Come to bed lover," he rasped. "I want you in my bed."

"Please," Draco uttered, swaying on the spot, and Harry took his hands to guide him down to lie beside him.

They must have kicked their shoes off as they'd stumbled into the flat, but Harry honestly couldn't remember. All he knew now was as Draco laid on his back and looked up at him adoringly, all he had to tackle were his trousers, and he liked that.

He picked up Draco's limp arm by his wrist, and he watched pliantly as Harry placed it carefully by his head. "Can you relax for me?" he asked, repeating the action on the other side. "Lie back and let me take care of you?"

Draco nodded, almost sleepily, and Harry smiled back down at him. "Yes Harry."

"Good boy," he said. "My boy."

He took his time stroking his fingers up and down Draco's torso, relishing how he flinched slightly when the touch hit the ticklish spots near his ribs. He hummed and giggled when Harry found the sensitive areas, and Harry's heart ached. "Just like that, good boy. Tell me you like it."

"Like it Harry," he said, his speech stilted, letting Harry understand how undone he was becoming.

"Good," he said. "You're doing so well. You can move your hands if you like, I want you to be comfy? Just stay nice and relaxed for me." He gave Draco's little love handle a firm squeeze, which elicited a sumptuous groan from him. "You're like putty, all mine to play with."

Draco's breath hitched, and Harry's already uncomfortable erection strained against his jeans. He could see his was having a similar effect on Draco from the bulge between his legs. "Yes Harry," he panted, eyes screwed shut and head turned into the pillow. "You can play with me, how – however you like. My body's yours, all yours."

Harry bit his lip, hard, and trailed his nose up Draco's chest, his heavy breath moving the soft, golden curls of hair dusted up his sternum and along his pectorals. "You're so good, telling me want you want, letting me have you, you're doing so well baby."

Draco moaned, and Harry worried it was close to a sob. So he crawled further up and kissed Draco on the mouth, gently, without urgency.

"Are you okay?"

"Perfect," Draco said, his voice guttural. "I'm floating."

Harry grinned. Floating was very good.