Harry murmured out a low moan as he rocked backwards against his lover, who flicked his tongue over the back of Harry’s neck in response, but the moan was passion tainted with discomfort. One of the few times Harry ever felt in the world that had changed so much since he was a boy was starting to feel... different. Odd. Not bad, but unfamiliar, as if he was a guest in his own body. In the three years they had been together nothing had ever changed in their midnight exploits, or if it did it was so minor it didn’t matter. Lately though... Draco was becoming needier, and to some extent even harsher. At first Harry had tried to write it off to the increased strength they were both gaining from their extremely physical job, but that didn’t seem right. It wasn’t sheer violence coming through while they made love, but instead some odd form of urgency. And it was getting more obvious as time went on, and more and more often Harry had cum quick, almost as if in self defense, and when they curled up amid the strewn about silk sheets that Draco oddly enough had insisted on he could feel a tenseness in Draco’s embrace that made him feel there was something the pale man needed that he just wasn’t giving him. But the familiar feel of a gentle lick on his spine almost made Harry feel that he was mistaken, that everything was the same as it had been, so familiar had it felt. Then Draco’s powerful arms wrapped around his chest and squeezed him tightly back against him that the unfamiliarity returned as completely unnecessary muscles came in to play to almost crush the breath from Harry’s lungs. It took him a moment to collect himself, and not simply slip away in the passion of the moment to disappoint Draco yet again, if that was even what he was truly doing. He paused for just a second to steady his mind, covering the break by turning to look over his shoulder and locking Draco in a fast kiss. Sheer will power proved to be inadequate, though, against the physically onslaught of sensations that was wracking his body. As his gentle moans and murmur of excitement began to rise he could feel Draco’s grip tighten even more, but thankfully his gasping moans rose as well. Harry felt himself begin to shudder in his lovers grip as he felt the presence of the tongue once more, this time over his left shoulder and at the border of his neck. It was all he needed to push him over the edge, and he lost himself in the power of his orgasm he barely felt a sharp pang on his neck where a second ago Draco’s tongue had been. Slowly, still in each others grips, they lowered fully to the bed and laid out. While Draco’s eyes instantly fluttered closed and he drifted off to sleep with a little smile on his face, Harry’s stayed wide open, staring at the ceiling. Almost nervously, Harry reached back and touched the aching spot, pulling it away to see a small red sped on his fingers. Teeth marks. Frowning, Harry settled himself down and nestled his head in the crook of Draco’s arm and closed his eyes, but it took a long time until he finally drifted off.