Draco shifted, his hips sliding in Harry's hands, and moved so he could lean against the door as Harry tugged down his trousers.

Harry stopped, staring at the lovely cock before him and stupidly said, "No underwear?"

A dry chuckle escapes Draco before he replied, "I wasn't dressed when you knocked, I grabbed the quickest thing and tossed it on."

Harry looked at Draco properly then. When the door had opened Harry had only been able to see Draco's heated eyes, the way his lips curved. Now, looking at him, Harry can see that his hair is naturally messy instead of on purpose, and his feet are bare, and Harry wants more. More time. More mornings. More nights. More Draco. He surged forward, burying his nose in the soft pale-blonde curls above Draco's prick, and breathing in the musky smell of him. Leaning back, he wrapped a hand around the base of Draco's cock -there's no way he can fit all of it in his mouth- and licked the tip.

Draco gasped at the contact, a hand falling to Harry's messy locks, and he whispered reverently, "I can't believe this is finally happening."

Harry grinned, looked up, the head of a cock barely pressed to his bottom lip, and asked, "What was that?"

Draco met his eye and spoke clearly, "I said suck my cock, Potter."

Harry's smile widened, "You mean Harry?"

Draco swallowed thickly and pushed the head of his dick into Harry's open mouth, "Savior," he whispered.

Harry growled around his cock before he began to suck Draco off in earnest. He gave everything he could, his jaw aching well before the end, and his throat raw from letting himself choke on Draco's cock more than once. Saliva was everywhere, running down his chin and down the shaft to his fingers, allowing him to slide his hand up and down in time with his mouth. Harry doesn't care about the mess or the pain or feeling like he can't breathe, he only cares about Draco's trembling thighs, his broken moans, and the way his hair gets pulled roughly right before Draco filled his mouth with cum.

When Harry pulled off his now softening cock, Draco dropped to his knees and pushed Harry until his back was on the floor. Draco kicked his pants off the rest of the way and crawled up Harry's body, straddling him, then leaned down to attack Harry with brutal needy kisses that send a promise of more rushing through his body. Harry's cock is still trapped in his skinny jeans and his hips lift of their own accord, pressing his prick against Draco's perfectly curved ass.

Much to his dismay, Harry heard Draco chuckle into their kiss. He opened his eyes and looked at Draco, "Why are you laughing?"

The predatory grin Draco flashed made Harry shiver with desire. "You're not going to cum yet, Potter. It's my birthday and my present was to cum in your mouth."

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Draco grinds down on Harry's cock, and Harry let out a desperate, choked moan. "You can't be serious," Harry says.

"Deadly serious. I told you I was going to make you beg."

Draco planted one more kiss and then stood, saying, "Come on. Let's get you a cup of tea to enjoy while I go take my shower."

Harry is ushered into the sitting room with a cup of tea. Draco points to the table where several blueprint plans are laid out. Harry can tell they are magic, rather than muggle, from the way they change when Draco touches them with his wand.

"So you really want to hire me?" Harry asked, watching the changes on the prints.

"You hired me, I should return the favor."

Harry smirked, "You know my team is full of half bloods and muggle borns, right?"

Draco's eyes sparkle, "I do know. It's going to be fantastic."

Harry eyes him wearily, "And your father-" he started, then trails off, not sure how to ask what he wants to know.

"Don't worry," Draco said easily, "after the glowing review you gave about me to the Wizengamot, I'm the only Malfoy allowed to make decisions about money or property. Father doesn't have the power to fight this, only I have that power."

Harry is pleased to see pride radiating off of Draco as he says that. He's still surprised Lucius isn't in Azkaban, but at least the man can't hurt anyone anymore. And if Draco wants to have fun rebuilding the Manor with half bloods to make the man uncomfortable, Harry can get behind that. He smiled at Draco.

"Don't accept anything to eat or drink when we are at the Manor though," Draco said matter of factly, "just in case."

Harry's smile changed to a grimace, "Noted."

Looking down at the plans, Draco said, "I left notes on the changes I want, and if you touch them with your wand you will see a holographic example of the changes."

Harry scowled, "You realize I run a business remodeling wizard homes right?"

Draco smirked, "Don't be sour just because you're still hard. All you have to do is be good and I will reward you eventually."

Harry opened his mouth to give a sharp retort and then realized that would be a terrible idea. Instead, he narrowed his eyes, "You didn't say I had to be good. You said I had to beg," he bit out the last word.

"Mmm. I think you can manage both," Draco licked his lips and Harry nearly tackled him to the ground right then, fuck the consequences. He tried for a deep breath.

"Go take your shower before you drive me insane," Harry said. He turned back to the blueprints because he can't say the next words without blushing, "and I beg you to fuck me."

When Draco doesn't reply Harry glances back at him and is pleased to see heat and lust reflected in Draco's eyes.

****

Draco was in the shower for just over 10 minutes when everything went to shit.

Harry had been looking over the Manor plans, adding his own notes and recommended adjustments as he went. He wasn't caught completely unaware, even while focusing on the plans he'd been listening for when the water shut off so he would know when Draco was done showering. But he had not been expecting to hear the sound of the floo bursting to life. When he looked up to see who was coming through the green flames, he certainly hadn't expected to see the tall imperious form of Lucius Malfoy.

Lucius froze in front of the fireplace, staring at Harry "Potter," he said coldly.

"Lucius," Harry replied, matching his tone.