Everything Drarry

Harry was diligently washing the dishes when he felt Draco move in and snake his arms around his middle, hot breath ghosting across his neck. 

“Yes, love?” Harry asked, inclining his head to the side. Draco’s lips found their mark, placing lazy kisses while Harry continued to scrub.

“You’re taking too long,” Draco whined, his hands travelling lower and lower until Harry’s breath hitched and knuckles blanched around a dinner plate.

“I’m almost done, Draco,” Harry breathed.

“Oh, I think you’re done now,” Draco teased. 

“Am I?” His cheek was rewarded with a squeeze that tore a groan from his throat.

Harry’s head fell back to Draco’s shoulder with a heavy sigh and a curl to his lip. The dishes could wait, Draco’s greed could not. 

Commission for @garrulousgryffindor ‘s fic 🩷

Yearly Drarry Pride Post. 💖

had to draw drarry as zryce (but happier and cuter!) because i am definitely falling for the propaganda

and last night zach just stretched bryce out sooooo i gotta draw THAT next

If you’re wondering why Harry doesn’t have his glasses, I blame my reference. Let’s pretend he’s wearing contact lenses, yeah?