A night at the Bar

“Harry,” Draco sighs, moaning lightly.

“Let me take you home.” Harry whispers.

Home. Home means going to bed with Harry every night, coffee in the mornings, Science licking his face to waking him up in the morning and sitting on him while barking at him when he ignores her, it means Harry cooking for him and kissing his knuckles and making love to him every day and it’s everything Draco wants.

But it’s more than he deserves.