They both had to have know that Draco wasn't going to last long. Not with all the years on the run; all the years with no touch, no one near him. He had nothing for so long and now, now he had everything he fantasized about in the dark. He would have it all tonight. Even if he would lose it in the morning. Just for one night, he would have it all.

So his fingers tightened, twisted, not rough but steady, moving his hips as he fucked Harry's mouth carefully. Moaning his name, making soft needful sounds as he rocked on the balls of his feet, trying to keep himself on his feet and now falling.

"Potter. Fuck. I can't... I can't wait."

He wanted to. He wanted to draw this out as long as he could but he knew he couldn't.

Not with that delicious heat, and then he was coming, crying out Harry's name in what was nearly a howl.