mob is prone to dozing off at shcool, right, and teru’s helping him with material he doesn’t get is a popular fic trope, so here’s an idea - they also do it sitting in bed so mob can nap freely when he feels like it
Dating Draco Malfoy still felt a little unreal to Harry. It seemed as if they went from rivals to lovers with nothing in-between, and Harry hadn’t been given the time to process it all.
There was no denying the energy between them - the way Harry could feel every cell in his body come to life at Draco’s touch, the way Draco melted into Harry’s. But there was something else too, something that Harry had been trying to work out since that first time Draco had pulled him in for a kiss. Something in Draco’s eyes - when he stared unflinching into Harry’s, his whispers - when he seduced Harry with his words alone, and his laugh - when he made Harry feel as if there could only ever be light in this world.
Harry still hadn’t quite worked out that something but it was beginning to play on his mind more and more.
“You’re distracted,” he pointed out, pulling his lips away from Harry’s neck which he had been showering with kisses. They’d skipped lunch in the Great Hall to sneak into an empty classroom together.
Harry leant his head back against the wall behind him. If only he knew what he was distracted by. “Don’t stop,” he said to Draco. Distraction or not, being kissed on the neck was a particular weakness of his, and he wasn’t about to give it up that easily.
“Your wish is my command,” Draco whispered into Harry’s ear, lips so close they brushed against his skin and he could feel the warmth of Draco’s breath. That alone was enough to make Harry shiver, but followed by frenzied kisses, sucking and grazing against the side of Harry’s neck, it lit Harry on fire.
Harry’s eyes closed of their own accord as he gave into the sensation. What did anything else matter when he felt like this?
Draco’s lips fell to the front of Harry’s neck, and sucked hard on his pulse point. Harry gasped at the unexpected pleasure. Draco was a master of drawing such sounds out of him.
Hands curled around Harry’s where they hung limply at his sides. Harry opened his eyes to find Draco staring right back at him.
“We don’t have to do this right now if you’re not in the mood,” Draco said gently, tracing identical patterns into Harry’s palms.
“What makes you think I’m not in the mood?” Harry asked, surprised. He hadn’t exactly been unreceptive to Draco’s attentions.
Draco intertwined their fingers, holding Harry’s hands up higher. “You’re usually a lot more hand-sy,” he said with a soft smile.
Harry tightened his grip on Draco’s hands and swivelled the both of them around so he had Draco pinned to the wall. He held their hands against the wall by Draco’s head and pushed his hips forward, so Draco could feel how wrong he was. “Do you still think I’m not in the mood?” he asked.
Draco’s breathing had picked up and his heartbeat was so fast Harry could see the vein in his neck pulsing. He was mesmerised by the sight of it. Draco’s heartbeat. Draco’s heart. There was something on the tip of his tongue that he still couldn’t quite place.
“Harry?” Draco called out softly, bringing Harry back down. He must have been staring too long.
“Sorry,” Harry said, releasing Draco’s hands, “there’s just something - “ He paused, unsure how to finish. What something?
“Something?” Draco prompted, a hand coming up to push Harry’s long hair from his face. It flopped right back down but Draco kept repeating the motion anyway.
Harry couldn’t think. His mind was a jigsaw and he only ever had access to one puzzle piece at a time. Right now, he just wanted to feel the electricity again. He dropped to his knees and pulled at Draco’s trousers.
“Are you sure you - “ Draco started but faltered when Harry pulled his trousers and pants down and took his dick into his mouth without hesitation. “Harry.”
Harry loved it when Draco said his name like that. There was need, appreciation, affection, urgency and patience all in the one word. And Harry was more than happy to deliver. He wanted to give Draco everything, and right now that included the best fucking blowjob he’d ever received.
Harry hadn’t any experience prior to dating Draco but that didn’t matter now. He didn’t need to know what it was like to suck someone else’s dick. He only needed to know that Draco liked it when he swirled over his tongue over the tip. That Draco liked it when Harry moaned around him. That Draco loved it when Harry stared right into his eyes as he sucked him off.
And sure enough, it wasn’t long before Draco was coming into Harry’s mouth, making the most delectable sounds as he did - if Harry was any less experienced, he might have come in his pants at the sound of Draco’s orgasm alone.
But that was nothing to the sound after. When Harry had swallowed the last of Draco’s cum, Draco giggled. Harry stood up quickly to take in the sight as well as the sound. Draco’s face was soft and light, his lips split wide into the very corners of his cheeks as he laughed.
Draco always laughed after he came. It was strange but endearing. Harry wanted to hold onto that laughter for as long as Draco would let him. Hold it in his heart, so he could carry that lightness with him everywhere he went.
That something finally clicked. Everything had fallen into place all on its own and Harry was only just seeing it for what it was. He stared at Draco, the laughter still echoing in his ears.
Everything had been easy for them from the start. They moved together perfectly as if in a dance. Each step as natural as the first. But this, finally, this, was something difficult. Something that made Harry feel sick at the thought of saying it, at the thought of the consequences if he had misjudged the situation, at the thought of rejection. But even sicker at the thought of not saying it, like if he didn’t let it out, it would come up forcefully all on its own whether Harry was ready or not.
Harry breathed in, looked into the eyes of Draco Malfoy, and decided it was worth it. That Draco was worth it. He’d finally found the words for what he’d been feeling for so long.
Sean documented how we lovingly hand-crafted a fake romance novel for a dedicated Firewatch fan over at @camposantoblog , and I figured I might as well share the hi-res original art – it was a very good, very stupid goof.
I’m so glad I work here, and that my first public contribution to this company is technically deep cut Firewatch fanart 👍🏼
Cultivate the practice of appreciation. Learn to give thanks to those who walked into your life, even those who chose not to stay. Because each moment lived, good or bad; each person you met, good or evil, was an essential part of your growth. It’s through your experiences with the darkness that make you appreciate the light.