Maths

Harry lay next to Draco, pressed up against him in just the right places. Draco had his fingers in Harry's hair and Harry was breathing into the blond's neck. He looked up to see Draco frowning at a space on the ceiling. Harry arched his neck to see what Draco was looking at, the curve of his back pressing his groin into Draco's thigh. Draco's breathe hitched and Harry wondered whether he was prepared to start again. They had been lying in bed now for three hours and most of which had been taken up with sex. Harry felt Draco deserved a break. Draco had such an effect on him that Harry himself was insatiable, and was prepared to carry on until he dropped unconscious. However Draco was still frowning.

"What's up?"

"Not you, that's for sure," said Draco with a smile and ruffled the hair between his fingers.

"That can change rather quickly. But what's the matter?"

"I was trying to work out how many times we've had sex."

"In your head?"

"Well since none from you was forthcoming, I thought I'd use my mind."

Harry slid down Draco's body so his mouth was level with Draco's penis. He lifted his head and gave Draco a cheeky smile. It gave him opportunity to reach for a pot of chocolate paste on the table by the bed.

"Well we've had sex on average about five times a day," said Harry while writing numbers on Draco's torso with his finger, "And there are seven days in a week..."

"Fifty two weeks in a year..."

"And we have been together three and half years, lets say."

"Mmm." Harry's maths was obviously complicated because the writing had started getting closer and closer to Draco's erection, causing Draco to lose some thought processes. Harry smiled and stopped writing, dipping his head to run his tongue along Draco's body, effectively clearing away the maths and chocolate. He loved to tease Draco, because, when Draco finally couldn't take it any more, he would usually turn the tables and give Harry a good seeing to, something Harry particularly enjoyed.

"Oh Harry," whispered Draco in pleasure.

Harry looked up at his lover's face, "I'm sorry love, I was never very good at long multiplication at primary school."

Draco grinned. "Yes, I don't see you as being associated with the word "long" much." Harry got up of the beautiful body and grabbed the exquisite hand that had gone to reach for his hair, pulling him back down. Draco looked at him concerned. It had taken a while for them to agree on what remarks were funny and which were offensive, and Draco was hoping he hadn't just crossed the line, removing the possibility of any more sex. Harry however was smiling. He drew Draco's hand to his own erection.

"You don't think this is long enough for you?" He guided the hand over his body and Draco took the hint, moving faster and rougher, allowing the rhythm to match Harry's breathing.

"Oh I think it is perfect."

"Good," said Harry and kissed Draco fiercely, rubbing against him. When they came up for air, Draco smirked.

"6370."

"Pardon?"

"Six thousand, three hundred and seventy times."

"Wow. You managed that in your head, whilst I was kissing you?"

"Well I was a little distracted but I took Arithmancy, which, surprise surprise, involves arithmetic."

"You're very good."

"I know. I'm also reasonable at Arithmancy."

"Draco?"

"Yes?"

"Can we add one?"

"Do you think you're up for it?"

"Oh yes."

"And the maths isn't too hard?"

"There's no such thing as too hard."

"Then let's get at it."