In the end, he did not get to see Harry's face as he came, but he didn't really need to. He had it memorized.

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He pushed Harry until he rolled off him, then started kissing down his front before he could complain or take the lead again, getting lost under their blankets. Harry gasped, fingers racking through his blonde locks. "Fuck, Draco—"

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Draco rolled his eyes. "Good morni—" He was interrupted by Harry's lips being pressed against his, and Draco couldn't bite back the moan in time before it escaped his mouth. "Twat." "An exquisite one, apparently." "Shut up," he said against his lips, though there was no bite to it.

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"You always look exquisite in the mornings," he argued. Harry turned around, making sure to keep Draco over him, placing his hands on the other man's hips. His wide grin made a swarm of butterflies flutter their wings in Draco's belly. "Good morning," he repeated, demanding for him to say it back.

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Draco walked up to him, putting his mug down on Harry's nightstand, and climbing into bed with him. He straddled his legs, then began pressing kisses on the back of his neck, between his shoulder blades, on his arms. Harry let out a chuckle underneath him. "You're always so randy in the mornings."

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