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4) Cafuné | Explicit | 12,534 words

Note: The main pairing is Louis/Harry Styles/Zayn Malik

Prompt #10: Louis gets pregnant after his coworkers Harry and Zayn help him with his heat. He's pregnant and he’s not sure who’s the dad. Turns out, it’s twins, a baby from both!

5) Giving Up On You Isn't An Option (Please Don't Make Me Do It) | Mature | 35,680 words

Harry and Louis fall in love, but sometimes a love story involve more than two people.

6) Etched In The Surface As Evidence (I Left There On Purpose) | Mature | 61,000 words

Louis has serious internal problems, but the idea of ​​becoming a mother begins to blossom in his mind when a project bigger than himself falls into his lap.

7) Baby Honey | Mature | 156,152 words

Note: There are BH mentions in this fic.

Louis' dad owns the Management Company that Harry Styles is signed to, and he makes him keep an eye on the rebellious young singer.

8) Living The Dream Feels Like A Nightmare | Explicit | 382,827 words

Louis is a special omega who is always mistaken for a beta and gets the football full ride of his dreams but as charming and sneaky as he is the damn captain won’t seem to leave him alone.

9) Plot Twist | Explicit | 481,946 words

Bookstagrammers Louis and Harry review books online, providing their honest feedback about their recent reads.  Somehow, they both end up reading the same books. Their reviews and opinions are always polar opposites. With overlapping followers, they enter into a rival, causing them to be enemies in the book review world.  The kicker - they meet in real life, not knowing the other is their online nemesis. 

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Harry had been waiting for this quidditch match for weeks.

Him and Malfoy had been taunting each other nonstop, knowing that they would be actively going up against each other and there would be no one else to get in the way of their rivalry.

Slytherin was up, but only by ten points.

Still, that was enough to make Malfoy far cockier than he needed to be.

“I’d start practicing my loser’s grace if I were you, Potter. Makes it much less embarrassing when you inevitably lose.” He taunted over at him, his voice carrying with the wind as they flew high above everyone else and watched the game, both of their eyes flitting around in the space between them in search of the snitch.

“It’s more embarrassing for you when you lose, Malfoy, because you can’t hide the fact that you simply can’t stand it. Maybe daddy spoiled you a bit too much, yeah?” He scoffed back, ensuring not to lose his focus as he kept his eye out for that glint of gold.

It was a nice day, so he knew he’d be able to see it easily if the sun reflected off it in the right way, which was beaming proudly up in the sky.

“Piss off. Maybe your daddy should have spoiled you a bit more.” He mocked back, but Harry just rolled his eyes and let it go over his head.

They both saw it at the same time, that glint of sunlight just behind the stands that quickly shot behind them, both of them descending on it at almost the exact same moment.

Neither taunted each other as they chased after it, the cheers from the stands and the commentary announcing that Slytherin had just scored another goal, which made Malfoy grin over at him maliciously as if this was a sure win.

They were both practically on top of each other, their brooms spinning and ducking through the stands as they both pushed themselves further.

Harry needed to get them this win. After last year with no quidditch at all, this would be his last year to win for the house team.

He cursed to himself as he pushed himself further, Malfoy circling him in his peripheral vision as they both kept their eyes on the snitch in front of them.

“Potter gets the snitch! 230 - 100 win for Gryffindor!” The commentator cheered, followed by most of the students in the stands.

“What was that you said about loser’s grace?” Harry taunted Malfoy as he held the snitch up.

He hadn’t really noticed that they’d practically been tangled in each other, the way that they had both fallen forcing Harry to brace himself on his other hand unless he wanted to be laid completely on top of him.

“Fuck off, Potter.” Malfoy replied with a scoff, bracing his hands against his chest in a bid to push him off.

Harry grinned down at him as he pressed himself down into him, dipping his head and whispering tauntingly in his ear. “That’s six-nothing, Malfoy.”

Uncharacteristically, Malfoy didn’t actually have a response. Harry waited for whatever drawling or sarcastic reply would come from him, but he didn’t hear one.

He felt as Malfoy tightened his hands into his robes, listened as his breathing faltered and then deepened.

Pulling back, he noticed that his face was unmistakably flushed, though it didn’t look like he was just annoyed as usual.

“Get off.” He whispered shakily, his voice unfathomably soft and quiet as they held eye contact.

Harry then noticed that his eyes were glazed over with an emotion he couldn’t quite identify, his pupils dilated as he displayed a look that Harry would never in a million years picture Malfoy giving him.

It was then that he felt it.

“What the fuck?” He pulled back from him fully, his eyes falling down to the unmistakable tent in Malfoy’s trousers, which he quickly covered up as he sat up after him.

“Don’t say a fucking word.” Malfoy threatened him lowly, pushing himself to his feet and leaving Harry staring after him with his jaw dropped.

He didn’t have time to question him on it, because half of Gryffindor had joined him on the pitch at this point and were hauling him over their shoulders as the rest of the Slytherin team joined Malfoy, all of them trailing dejectedly into the changing rooms.

He managed to break away from them before they could drag him off to the Gryffindor common room and he was waiting a few dozen feet away from the Slytherin changing rooms, waiting for Malfoy to emerge so he could question him.

He watched as the two last Slytherin players surfaced, and Harry knew that Malfoy was the only one left in there.

After only a few moments of deliberation, he pushed himself off the wall he was leaning on and started towards them, ensuring that any other students wouldn’t have seen him.

He leaned on the door after it closed, his eyes flitting around the room as he searched for him.

He didn’t even know why he was looking for him. Didn’t know why he cared so much. He just wanted an explanation on why the hell him whispering a continuation of their taunting would have gotten him fucking hard.

“What the hell are you doing in here?“ Malfoy accused him when he stepped further into the changing rooms, his feet faltering slightly as he held his towel tighter around his shoulders, his hair damp from assumedly showering. “You can’t be in here.”

“That’s funny, because I am.” Harry responded sarcastically, his heart accelerating a fraction from the impending confrontation.

Malfoy scowled at him from across the room, averting his eyes as he towelled his hair and stepped further into the locker room, seeming as though he was intentionally avoiding it.

“What do you want, Potter?” He asked over his shoulder as Harry followed after him, leaving a good few feet of space between them just incase he was mistaken in his assumptions that Malfoy’s boner had something, if not everything, to do with him.

“Are you interested in me?” He asked, leaning on the wall easily and watching his naked back as he set his broom against the wall, keeping his eyes on him as Malfoy’s hand faltered on the shirt he was picking up.

Harry watched as he stilled for a few moments, clenching his hand at his side before he cleared his throat with a scoff and pressed on, picking up the remainder of his clothes and continuing to dress.

“Don’t be fucking ridiculous.” He spat back at him, not even turning to look at him as he refused the question altogether.

“Is it? What was that earlier, then?” Harry continued anyway, taking his hesitation and denial as confirmation rather than anything else.

Because it’s not like he actually expected Malfoy to admit it outright even if it was true, Harry knew before he’d followed him that he’d have to watch his reactions rather than listen to his words of response.

Draco was the kind of man you had to read between the lines with in order to get an honest answer out of.

Draco paused again, even his breathing shallowing for a short moment before he attempted a scoff again, though it sounded more uneasy than anything else as he finally turned to look at him.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Harry rolled his eyes at his feigning ignorance, knowing for sure that Malfoy had definitely had his hard dick pressed up into Harry’s hip not even half an hour ago.

“You gonna make me say it?”

Draco scowled at him as he threw his shirt over his head, and scoffed once again, turning away from him dismissively as he continued dressing. “I’ve not a clue what you’re talking about, Potter.”

Harry pushed himself off the wall and approached him, feeling as his confidence heightened at Draco’s obvious defensiveness on the subject, making Harry think that every single one of his suspicions were correct.

“You’ve either got a thing for whispering or a thing for me.” He started, murmuring lowly as he approached him, watching as Draco stilled at his sudden proximity and he pressed his hand into the lockers, half trapping Draco against them as he all but pressed himself into his back without actually touching him. “Which is it?” He whispered intentionally in his ear, his tone dripping with suggestion as he listened to Draco’s breathing falter at the action.

“You’ve got some fucking nerve, Potter.” He whispered, his voice sounding as if he was unable to speak above a higher register, his words shaking slightly as he attempted to ignore his proximity.

“Am I wrong?” He whispered lowly again, noticing how Draco’s breathing deepened and faltered again as he spoke. “You seem pretty fucking affected by me. You hard again?” He taunted slightly louder, his voice still soft as he resisted pressing himself up against him fully.

Draco tried for a laugh, but it sounded shaky and unsure and resulted in more of a gasp that he tried to play off as a scoff. But still, he didn’t say anything.

“Are you?” Harry asked, his tone laced with excitement as he grinned and the urge to press him into the lockers got even harder to resist.

“Get off me, Potter.” He scoffed, his words less shaky and unsure now; though he made no move to push him away.

“I’m not even touching you, Malfoy.” He murmured, his hand clenching into a fist against the lockers as he crowded him intentionally, getting as close as he possibly could without invalidating his claim. “You want me to be?”

Draco released a shaky breath, his hands tightening into the robes he had picked up but not put on, perhaps being too afraid that Harry would see right through him if he actually touched him to push him away or turned towards him.

“Hm?” He prompted again when Malfoy practically just ignored him. “You want me to fuck you?”

This was obviously too far for Draco, because he finally turned towards him, grasping onto Harry’s robes and slamming him into the lockers that Harry had just been pressing him against.

They made a loud clanging noise as Draco pushed him into them, tightening his grip on his robes as he finally looked back at him with a tick in his brow. “Don’t fuck with me, Potter.”

Harry grasped onto his wrists, gasping as all the wind was knocked out of him by the sudden action, though he still grinned up at him, a look of excitement in his eyes at Draco finally giving him a reaction.

That, and now that Draco was pressing him into the locker, he could once again feel how much he was effected by him.

“Come on, Malfoy. Be honest with yourself, at least.” He mocked, tightening his hold on his wrists as he urged himself off the locker minimally, pressing his hips into him and accentuating his teasing by pointing out that his hard cock was pressing into him for the second time within the space of an hour. “You get yourself off in here? That why you took so much longer than everyone else?”

“You’re fucking crazy.” Draco choked at him, tightening his hold on his robes and slamming him into the lockers again, making Harry’s grin only widen as he shifted his hips and allowed him that distance, at least.

“Oh, I guess you didn’t. Otherwise you wouldn’t get so worked up again so soon.” He mused, feeling as Draco’s hands tightened into his clothes again and he glared at him wordlessly. His silence was suggestive, and it only made Harry feel even more confident at what it really meant. “Or did you?”

“It’s nothing to fucking do with you.” He whispered harshly, pressing Harry into the lockers further as his face flushed, his ears even slightly pink as his eyes flashed with irritation.

“Isn’t it?” Harry taunted, sliding his fingers up his arms and then down his sides before they settled on his hips. “I’d say it has about everything to do with me.”

“Stop fucking with me Potter.” Draco whispered harshly, his breathing deep and jagged as he tightened his hold again, seeming to deliberate on either putting Harry through the lockers entirely or just letting go and leaving. “It’s not fucking fair.”

“Fair?” Harry laughed at him, gripping his hips and pulling him into him intentionally. “What’s not fair?”

Draco’s gaze dropped to his lips momentarily, his grip on his robes loosening for only a fraction of a second before he forced his eyes back up and tightened it again, masking the desire in his eyes with further irritation.

“You. Fucking- Mocking me like this. Acting like you’re actually going to-“ He choked out, sounding half desperate as he fought with his irritation and his longing, tightening his hold and stopping his words short as he released Harry’s robes entirely and slammed his fists into the lockers beside his head. “Just stop.”

“Going to what?” Harry asked, tightening his hold on Draco’s hips as he dipped his head and forced Draco to look back at him, bringing one of his hands up and tilting his chin up with his index finger. “Hm?”

Draco stared at him for a long moment, his gaze dropping to his lips again as his pupils dilated with want, his hands relaxing beside Harry’s head as his eyes flickered back up to his.

Perhaps he really thought this was all just a big joke to Harry, being so blinded by his frustration that he couldn’t see the same want being reflected back to him in Harry’s eyes until now, couldn’t even feel that the evidence of Harry’s need had been pressing into him as well.

“Kiss me…” Draco whispered, and Harry didn’t know whether he was asking him to do it or whether he was elaborating on the sentence he hadn’t allowed himself to finish.

“You asking me to?” He asked lowly, tilting his head and tracing his fingers along Draco’s jaw as he stroked his bottom lip with his thumb.

“Yes.” Draco whispered, his breathing shallowing to the point that it sounded almost like a gasp as they both held each other’s eyes, their eyes both flickering down to each other’s lips as the tension between them became more pronounced.

Harry complied almost instantly, leaning forward and pressing his lips against Draco’s as he slid his fingers into his hair.

Draco released a harsh, shaky breath then, his hands flattening into the lockers before his eyes fell closed and he tightened them into Harry’s robes again, only this time he was holding him against him as he kissed him back rather than pushing him away.

“Shit.” Harry laughed shortly, though it didn’t sound very amused, as he took Draco’s head in his hands completely, tilting his head the way he wanted it as he traced his tongue over his bottom lip, silently asking for entrance.

“Stop fucking smiling.” Draco panted against his lips, making Harry realise he had practically been grinning since their lips met. “Fucking prick.”

Harry laughed again, fixing his expression as best he could, though he couldn’t exactly take away the excitement completely.

“Asshole.”

“Come on. I’m giving what you want, aren’t I?” Harry murmured, his tone sounding amused as he pushed himself off the lockers and flipped their positions so he was pressing Draco into them instead.

“Piss off.” Draco muttered, but at the same time he tightened his hold on Harry’s robes as his lips parted in a sigh that was diluted with his desperation.

Harry took the chance to slip his tongue past his lips, Draco moaning into his mouth as it met his and they merged together as if it was natural.

Holy shit.

Harry didn’t think that this is where following Draco would lead to. He hoped for it, of course, but he never in a million years would have thought that Draco would actually admit this want to him by displaying such outward desire for him.

He blinked his eyes open for a fraction of a second, unable to suppress his elation as his lips turned up into a smile again before he deepened their kiss, stroking his thumbs along Draco’s jaw as he pinned him against the lockers with his hips.

“Potter…” Draco whispered, his hands slipping up into Harry’s hair before he tightened his fingers in it and kissed him back, displaying his desperation.

Harry hummed into their kiss almost questioningly, not even thinking for a second that he might stop to let Draco voice whatever it was he was thinking.

He slid his hands down from his jaw, down his chest and up his arms as he pried his hands out of his hair, lacing his fingers through Draco’s as he instead pinned his hands either side of his head and stroked his tongue with his.

As their tongues merged and Draco made another delicious sound of desperation, Harry urged his hips into him again, feeling Draco’s hardened cock pressing into his own erection and making his breathing hitch and his hands tighten around Harry’s.

“Fuck. You did really fucking well hiding this from me, Malfoy.” He praised him, though it sounded entirely like a taunt as he pressed his cock into his, grinding his erection into Draco’s and relishing in the way his body shuddered at the action.

“What?” Draco breathed, his breath coming in shallow pants as he seemingly refused to pause their kissing to answer.

“How bad you want me.” Harry elaborated, exhibiting the same refusal as they both only mumbled words in-between kisses. “God, you should take up fucking acting. Acting like you hated me this whole time.”

“I do hate you.” Draco argued breathlessly, but he still didn’t cease kissing him.

Harry laughed breathlessly against him, finally pulling away but keeping his hands pinned beside his head and his hips pressed into his, both of their erections still pressed up against each other.

“Yeah? I think this whole time you’ve just wanted me so bad that if confuses your poor little head and makes you act like a fucking brat.”

“Piss off.” Draco breathed, his fingers tightening around Harry’s hands as he pressed him into the lockers still. “Did you stop just to provoke me?”

Harry laughed again, leaning into him and brushing his lips against Draco’s teasingly but not actually kissing him. “Why would you wanna kiss me when you hate me so much?”

Draco rolled his eyes at him, resisting the urge to just kiss Harry instead of waiting for him to kiss him again. Because, he felt like that would just be letting him win.

“I can want to fuck you and hate you all at the same time, Potter.” He murmured, holding Harry’s eyes with a glint of defiance and excitement at the prospect.

“Fuck.” Harry whispered harshly, his breath catching in his throat at the sudden brazen statement. “Yeah, I suppose I could fuck you all the same. That what you want?”

“We’ll never find out if you keep dithering to make pointless fucking statements.”

Harry grinned at him, outwardly displaying his nasty enjoyment of Draco speaking to him the way he was. It really made him want to put him in his fucking place.

“You want it that bad? Can’t even wait thirty fucking seconds?” He mocked, grinding his cock into him again and relishing in the way Draco’s hold on his hands tightened and his body shuddered.

“I’ve waited eight fucking years already.” Draco replied, only stroking Harry’s ego. “Just get on with it if that’s what you want to do.”

“Oh, no.” Harry shook his head, leaning in and brushing his lips against his again tauntingly before he tilted his head, pinning Draco further with his body as he continued his lips down his jaw all the way to his neck, speaking lowly in his ear. “I want you to fucking admit it.”

“What?” Draco panted, tilting his head to allow Harry further access despite his apparent attitude.

“Tell me you want me, Draco. Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you, how many times have you thought about me driving my cock into you? Hm?” He taunted lowly, speaking directly into his ear and relishing in the way Draco’s breathing changed and his body shivered.

“Fuck off.” Draco replied shakily, though he made absolutely no move to get out of Harry’s hold.

“Oh, come on. Tell me, Draco. Please? I just might do it if you say the right words for me.”

Draco released a shaky breath as Harry placed a line of kisses down from his jaw, sucking softly on the skin of his neck just below his earlobe and relishing in the quiet moan that sounded from his throat unwillingly.

“Potter. Stop fucking with me, I mean it.” He warned him threateningly, though it didn’t sound all that threatening with how breathless and shaky his voice was.

“Why? What are you gonna do, Draco?” Harry laughed, though he didn’t find any of this funny anymore. “You been fucked before?”

Draco swallowed before he nodded, his face heating with a blush as Harry hummed into his skin.

“Good. Means I won’t have to be fucking gentle, doesn’t it?”

Draco’s breathing caught at the words, sounding almost like a threat but mostly like a promise. Either way, it made the notion of them not doing this simply absurd.

“Hm?” Harry prompted him again, apparently actually searching for an answer to the question and not just taunting him. “Want me to fuck you like I hate you? Or are you ready to admit that you don’t really hate me at all?”

“Fuck.” Draco whimpered against him as his teeth raked over his pulse point almost threateningly, eliciting those same shivers down his spine as a thrill of excitement and a shock of arousal shot through him. “Yeah. Fuck, Potter, fuck me.”

Harry grinned against his skin, placing soft kisses up his neck again almost affectionately before he spoke directly into his ear again. “Ask me fucking nicely.”

Draco squeezed his eyes closed as a shiver of arousal went through him, his cock throbbing at his words as Harry pressed himself against him pointedly.

“Please.” He whispered, feeling Harry’s fingers tighten around his as he ground his cock into him again.

“That the best you can do?” He asked lowly, shifting his hips and grinding their cocks against each other again, pinning his hands still as he sucked harshly on his skin.

“Potter…” He practically whimpered pleadingly, telling Harry that that was probably the furthest he could push him without fucking this whole thing up.

Regardless of if Draco actually wanted him or not, he clung to his petty pride and he had way too much of it to grovel and beg Harry just to fuck him.

He hummed contentedly before he kissed the mark he’d just left below his ear, sliding his hands down his arms and finally pulling his hips off him as he pulled away and looked up at him, his eyes darkened with arousal.

“Turn around.” He commanded lowly, taking half a step back to allow Draco the space and releasing his hold on him completely before he pressed his hands into the lockers beside him instead, trapping him between him and it just in case Draco changed his mind and suddenly bolted out of there.

He didn’t, of course, because the same look of dazed arousal was in his expression, only his was far more desperate than Harry’s.

“Have you done this before?” He whispered, seeming hesitant to just follow Harry’s instruction.

“Yeah. Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.” He assured him, his voice softening slightly but still dangerously quiet. “Unless you really want me to.”

He said the last part jokingly, but it still sent a thrill through Draco as he took a steeling breath and stepped forward a fraction, holding Harry’s eyes as he tried to get in control of his breathing.

Harry seemed to notice his hesitance, because he bought his hand back up to his jaw and stroked his bottom lip with his thumb gently. “Changed your mind?”

Draco swallowed as he deliberated on taking his chance to escape, but then at the same time he couldn’t bring himself to walk away from this. He’d wanted this for far too long, and he knew that if he walked away from this now, he’d probably never get the chance again.

“It’s okay if you have.” Harry assured him softly, brushing his lips against his and making Draco’s head spin with further need. “We can walk away from this and forget it ever happened. You can go back to hating me all you want.”

“I don’t.” Draco whispered, almost gasped, as he realised how true those words really were. “I haven’t. I want to.”

Harry smirked against his lips now, tilting his head into his but still not kissing him. “What are you waiting for?”

“Nothing.”

“Hmm. You want me to kiss you again? Is that it?” He taunted, tracing his fingers along his jaw as he ghosted his lips over his. Then, he settled his fingers and thumb just below the line of his jaw, wrapping his hand around his throat gently as he heard Draco’s breathing falter and felt his pulse thrum beneath his fingers. “Hm?”

“Yes.” Draco gasped, his breath caught in his throat at the desire simmering through his veins and shooting down his spine, blossoming over his skin and heating it as his nerves buzzed with it.

Harry smirked up at him, tightening his hold around his throat only minimally as he pressed his lips into Draco’s again, this time with far more practiced movements.

Draco moaned lowly into the kiss, forcing his hands to remain at his sides as Harry kissed him slowly and deeply, making his head spin and making him feel almost dizzy as he heightened the feeling by choking him lightly.

He wasn’t cutting off his airflow, he was altering the thrum of his pulse as he deprived him of that much needed sanity as it felt like he’d completely stolen his lungs with his lips.

“You like this?” Harry murmured into the kiss, barely ceasing the movement of his lips before he slipped his tongue in and merged it with Draco’s

“Mhm.” Draco moaned, his hands coming up automatically and tightening into his robes as he held onto him.

Harry didn’t laugh or smirk or grin like he might have before, because there was nothing amusing or taunting about the atmosphere between them right now.

They were both panting lightly when he pulled away half a minute later, his hand still wrapped around his throat as they held each other’s eyes.

Draco’s eyes were half lidded, his pupils dilated with need and his face unmistakably flushed with arousal.

Harry reflected the same look back at him, only his was darker and more intense, far less desperate but desperate all the same.

Draco swallowed as he wrapped his fingers around Harry’s wrist, causing him to loosen his grip completely as his fingers simply settled below his jaw.

“Turn around for me, Draco.” He murmured lowly, holding his eyes with such heat behind them that it made Draco’s cock throb with need as it went ignored, his arousal heightening at the insinuation behind Harry’s request.

He released a shaky breath as he complied, Harry’s hand falling away completely before he pressed it into the locker again, watching as Draco turned towards it and pressed his hands into it.

“Wow. Surprised you know how to follow orders, Malfoy.” He taunted, wasting no time as he slipped his hands under the hem of the shirt he had just put on and slid them up his sides, relishing in the shivers he was able to elicit up Draco’s spine.

“Fuck you.” Draco replied shakily, lifting his arms and allowing Harry to rid him of it completely, watching as he discarded it onto the bench beside them.

“Yeah? You want to?” He mocked him, removing his own robes and his shirt before he pressed himself into his back, their bare skin against each other making both of their arousal and need heighten.

He gripped his hips and pressed his cock into him from behind, a low moan sounding from his throat at the action as he slid his hands down his sides and around his hips, unbuttoning Draco’s trousers and slipping his fingers into the waistband of them.

“Hm?” He prompted him when he hadn’t offered an answer, the grin in his expression evident in his tone as he pressed a firm kiss into the back of his neck, his fingers working to loosen his trousers before they fell down his hips.

“Stop fucking teasing me, Potter.” He breathed shakily, his hands pressing into the lockers as he braced himself on them.

Harry chuckled lowly behind him but didn’t say anything else taunting, slipping his hand into his trousers and palming his cock through his underwear, relishing in the way Draco’s breathing hitched and his body jolted at the action.

“So fucking impatient.” He mused, wrapping his hand around his clothed cock and only making Draco feel more desperate as his head spun with his desperation.

Draco let out a shuddering groan as his hips instinctively urged his cock into Harry’s hand regardless of the barrier between their skin.

Harry grinned into his skin as he slid his other hand up his bare torso, stroking the skin of his abdomen and his chest, his fingers skimming his over one of his nipples as he held his chin between his thumb and his little finger, slipping his other three fingers past his lips and pressing into his tongue.

“Suck.” He commanded as he stroked his other thumb over the head of his cock, feeling the evidence of his pent up arousal even through the fabric.

Draco bit back a groan as he clenched his jaw, his teeth clamping around Harry’s fingers as he half obeyed him, sucking on his fingers almost desperately as his hands pressed against the cool metal of the lockers.

“I said suck. Don’t fucking bite me.” He whispered harshly, wrapping his hand around his cock and applying just the right amount of pressure to make Draco dizzy with want as he obeyed him again, relaxing his jaw as he moved his tongue around his fingers intentionally. “Glad I didn’t ask you to suck my dick first if that’s how you fucking do it.”

He continued stroking his hand up his cock, circling his thumb over the head of it again and eliciting shivers up Draco’s spine as he pressed his fingers into his tongue, practically thrusting them into his mouth as he ground his cock into him at the same time.

Draco whimpered quietly as he continued sucking on his fingers, his tongue working them over equally as Harry moved them at the same time.

He released his cock before sliding his hand up and slipping it into the waistband of his underwear, loosening it and freeing him before he wrapped his hand around him fully.

Draco bit down on his fingers again at the action, hissing in pleasure as Harry stroked his cock without the barrier of the fabric between them, moaning unrestrained.

“What the fuck did I just say, Draco?” He reminded him harshly, pressing his fingers down into his tongue and gripping his jaw as he forced him to release his hold on them.

Draco made a sound that could have sounded like sorry, though the word was obstructed by both the movement of Harry’s hand on his cock as well as the fact that his fingers were almost all the way at the back of his throat.

“You’ll fucking regret it if I have to tell you again. Got it?” He murmured against his skin, sucking on his neck softly as he heard Draco whimper at the threat. “Fuck. You’re fucking wet.” He breathed as he stroked his hand up his cock again, gliding his thumb over the tip of it easily at the evidence of his continued arousal.

Draco whimpered against him as he urged his cock further into his hand, sucking on his fingers desperately just for something to keep him grounded.

Harry’s lips parted with his breath as he watched him, the sight paired with the feel of Draco sucking on his fingers, the sound coming from his tongue and his lips as if it was intentional, the heat of his cock in his hand as he continued to stroke it at a steady and gentle pace.

“You’re so fucking hot, you know that? All these pretty noises you’re making for me, you’re so fucking lucky I’m not a masochist or I would have fucked you through this locker already.” He spoke lowly into his skin, moving both of his hands in practiced movements as he both pumped his cock with one hand and thrusted his fingers into his mouth with the other.

“Mmh-” Draco moaned around his fingers, urging himself back into Harry’s cock, though Harry didn’t know whether it was intentional or whether it was just because he was trying to fuck his hand.

Harry chuckled lightly at his desperation, finding pleasure how desperate he was for such a simple touch as he slid his fingers further into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue and listening as Draco gagged at the action but didn’t fight it.

It made Harry’s head spin with arousal as he finally relented, retracting his fingers as he took both of his hands back, grinning as Draco made a sound of protest but didn’t dare say anything.

“You just tell me if you want to stop, yeah?” He murmured lowly as he dragged the waistband of his underwear down further, shifting on his feet as he slid his hand between them and circled his entrance with his lubricated fingers.

“Yeah.” Draco whispered back, his hands tightening into fists against the lockers as he tensed up and braced himself.

“Would you relax? I won’t be able to get even a finger in if you tense up like that.” He whispered, though he still slid a single digit into him, his body shuddering as he pressed himself into them further. “Hm?”

“Sorry.” Draco whispered back at him, though he still didn’t relax, making it quite difficult for Harry to move at all.

“Don’t apologise.” He whispered assuringly, stroking his other hand up his body and gripping his chin, tilting his head up and onto his shoulder as he kissed him softly.

This seemed to help, as Draco eventually relaxed as Harry kissed him, his fingers and his tongue both following almost the exact same rhythm.

“Better.” He murmured against his lips, pulling back slightly to look down at him as Draco let his head fall back onto his shoulder, his finger now sliding into him easily.

Draco’s face was flushed with his arousal as he looked up at him, his hands gripped onto Harry’s other arm as he held him against him and fingered him slowly, working to loosen him up enough so that he wouldn’t have to hold himself back when he finally got to fuck him; nor did he want to hurt him.

Both of their heavy breathing filled the space between them, Draco’s being diluted with quiet whimpers every so often. His grip on Harry’s arm tightened as he eased another finger into him, his eyes darkening with desire as a quiet moan sounded from his throat.

Neither said anything, they just held each other’s eyes as Harry continued the steady pace of his fingers, swallowing his desire as he watched him with an equal look of need.

“You’re actually really fucking pretty.” Harry whispered almost unthinkingly, not pausing his movements as his eyes travelled across Draco’s features, not really settling on anything specific as he watched his expression change and his blush deepen.

“So are you.” Draco whispered back, and Harry felt his face flush equally as he pressed his fingers into him.

His fingers were sliding in easily now, so he added another, working them in a way that would loosen him up both efficiently and comfortably, not rushing but not dithering for any longer than he needed to.

Draco groaned against him as he let his head fall back again, his body shuddering with pleasure as Harry continued fingering him.

“Fuck.” Harry whispered as he sped his hands, thrusting his fingers into him and pressing down, deeper than before, causing Draco to jolt and shudder against him as an unrestrained moan left his lips.

“You like that?” He asked, half tauntingly and half genuinely as he pressed down in the same spot, applying more pressure than he had before and eliciting the same reaction.

“Y-Yeah-” Draco gasped, tightening his grip on his arm and tilting his head back as his eyes fell closed and he panted against him. “Feels good.” He whimpered, and Harry wet his bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth as he watched him.

He hummed and swallowed his desire, shifting as his eyes flitted down to his hands, the view he was hoping for obstructed by Draco’s body held up against him.

“Want me to make it feel better?” He asked, causing Draco’s eyes to flicker open as his lips parted with a sigh that was more a moan. “You’ll have to keep yourself up.”

Draco watched him, an edge of anticipation in his expression as he thought about it. He didn’t think for long before he shifted off Harry, bracing his hands on the lockers again as he leant on them, still looking back at Harry expectantly.

Harry released a shaky breath of anticipation as he shifted on his feet, pressing his fingers into Draco more pointedly as he held his hip and watched his fingers thrust into him, aiming for that spot that made him shudder and moan in pleasure.

Draco moaned unrestrained as his hands tightened into fists and he pushed himself off the lockers, his hips moving unconsciously as he attempted to take Harry’s fingers even deeper than he already was.

“Fuck.” Harry breathed, taking a step back as he watched him fully, now having a fully uninterrupted view as he thrust his fingers into him. “So fucking tight. Are you sure you’ve done this before? You’re awfully sensitive.”

Draco moaned in response, a low guttural sound as he leaned into the lockers and looked back at him. It was almost like he was intentionally doing it just for Harry to see, which was an arousing thought in itself without the fucking delectable sight he was being allowed to drink in.

“Hm? You gonna answer me?” He asked, only half really expecting a response as he thrust his fingers deeper into him, his eyes flitting between watching the action and Draco’s eyes as he arched and moved himself back into it, his eyes fighting to remain open as he flushed further.

“Take that as a no.” He mused, not even faltering in his movements as he continued to press into that spot deep inside him.

“Fuck. This is so fucking hot.” He breathed, watching as his fingers fucked into him. He was probably loosened up enough now for Harry to put his dick in, but he didn’t really even care about that anymore.

He took back one of his fingers and continued fucking him with just two, being able to reach deeper and move more freely with how relaxed Draco was now.

He watched his fingers unashamedly as his breathing deepened, his eyes darkening with further arousal as he felt his dick throb almost painfully, as if it were chastising him for not just fucking him already.

“Potter…” Draco panted up at him, forcing him to tear away his gaze as he looked back at him questioningly.

“Yeah?”

“Hurry up.”

Harry chuckled shortly at his impatience, thrusting his fingers deeper into him intentionally and ignoring it as he bought his eyes back down, his tongue darting over his bottom lip before he pulled it between his teeth.

“Take what I fucking give you, Draco.” He murmured, feeling as he tightened around his fingers and shuddered at the words.

He looked back up at him with a glint of excitement in his eyes, a smirk in his expression as he continued the pace of his fingers. “You like when I talk to you like that?”

“Yeah.” Draco moaned without even an ounce of thought, obviously being well aware of the fact that Harry would be able to suss out the lie if he refused it.

“Fuck. You’re seriously so fucking… God. I can’t believe I hadn’t fucked you sooner.” He whispered as he sped his fingers, adding another again as he fucked him with his hands, watching his fingers again.

He released a harsh breath as he took his fingers back, holding Draco’s hips and dropping to his knees as he delved his tongue into him.

“Potter!” He choked, seeming to argue the action after he had already done it. “Fuck-” Despite his half protest, he shuddered and leaned further into the lockers as he parted his legs and moaned again in that way that had driven Harry to slip his tongue inside him in the first place.

He circled his tongue, relishing in the shudders of pleasure he was able to elicit with the action as he held his hips in place, the noises coming from the action making both of them blush further.

“Fuck!” Draco whined when Harry sucked on his hole before delving his tongue inside and then circling it, moaning at how simply arousing it was and making Draco shudder again. “Potter! Don’t-”

Harry scoffed half a laugh, not stopping his actions as Draco argued them after he’d already taken such strong pleasure in it.

He panted as he slid his fingers back in again, watching it now up close as they slid in now even easier than before with the addition of his tongue.

“Potter- Please!”

“What? Don’t you like this?” He asked, thrusting his fingers into him and relishing in how easily they fucked into him now, watching as he bit his lip and moaned at the sight. “Be more honest with yourself, Draco. Your hole’s going fucking crazy, twitching and tightening around me. So fucking hot. You have no idea how bad I wanna fuck you right now.”

“Fuck! Fuck me then!” Draco moaned, his words drawn out and almost lazy as he pushed his hips further into him, seeming to want to take Harry’s fingers even deeper even though he was already knuckle deep.

“I will. Fuck. Just a bit more.” Harry panted, watching his fingers fuck into him a few more times before he dipped his head and tongue fucked him again, listening to Draco’s desperate moans as he did it.

“Hah- Harry!” Draco whined above him, rocking his hips backwards as he flattened his hands into the metal doors of the lockers he was supporting himself on.

Harry shuddered with his own sick pleasure at the action, hearing his first name in this desperate way making him once again overcome with his need.

“Fuck.” He cursed himself as he finally pulled back, stumbling back to his feet as he made quick work of unbuttoning his trousers and yanking them down in not even a full second.

He held onto Draco’s hips with one hand as he flattened his tongue on the other before stroking himself, coating his cock in his own spit as he looked down at him and lined his cock up with his entrance.

They both panted in the moment of deliberation, Harry seeming to give Draco the chance to stop him if he’d somehow changed his mind in the past two seconds.

Draco pushed himself off the lockers, urging himself back onto Harry’s cock and causing his grip to tighten on his hips before he gritted his teeth and thrust into him fully.

Both of them moaned and panted at the feeling, Harry stilling his hips as to not overwhelm himself as Draco tightened and whimpered at the feeling. He felt Draco pulse and tighten around him, his body shuddering with pleasure as he dropped his head between his arms and came undone already.

“Holy fuck. Did you just come already?” Harry asked half tauntingly, though it was majorly overshadowed by his breathlessness as he pressed his cock deeper into him.

“Well it’s not my fault you’ve been fucking me with your fingers and then you put your fucking tongue inside me! What did you expect?” Draco panted breathlessly, moaning as Harry eased out of him minimally, obviously overly sensitive from Harry’s earlier actions that he’d disguised as simple preparation.

“Oh God. Can I keep going?” He asked breathlessly, barely waiting for an answer before he pulled back and slammed his hips into him again, a guttural groan coming with the action as he held onto his hips.

“I’ll fucking kill you if you even think about stopping.” Draco panted up at him, pushing his hips back into him as Harry bared his teeth into a grin.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” He laughed down at him, taking his threat as permission as he held his hips in place and pulled out of him almost fully before he slammed his cock back into him. “You’re so fucking perfect.” He repeated as he clenched his jaw with the effort of his thrusts, listening to Draco’s moans now sounding consistently from below him as he drove his cock into him at an unrelenting pace.

“Fuck!” He cursed as he held onto him, fucking him with such force that Draco had to brace himself on his elbows as he fucked him into the lockers.

“Potter-” He whimpered, tightening his hands into fists as he panted below him and moved his hips in succession with Harry’s, both of them fucking each other as he doubled the force of his thrusts by doing it.

“Don’t fucking call me that. What’d you call me before?” He panted as he didn’t even falter his movements, pressing his thumbs into his back and forcing him to take it at the angle he wanted to fuck him at.

“Harry!” Draco amended unthinkingly, his hand coming up and bracing himself on the metal door as he attempted to get ahold of himself as Harry ruthlessly fucked him despite his orgasm only just ebbing away.

“Much fucking better.” He praised, skimming his hands up his sides as he took his arms and forced them behind his back. “Let’s see how fucking good you can take it, yeah?”

“Fuck! Yeah- Yes!” Draco agreed, lifting his head as Harry held both his arms and used them to pull Draco into his every thrust, fucking into him even harder than before as Draco moaned, his voice shaking with his every move.

“Yeah. Fuck, you can take it. I know you can, baby. Taking it so fucking well, aren’t you?” Harry panted as he watched his cock slam into him, the sound of their collective moans and their skin meeting filling the room.

“Yes! Fuck, Harry!” He whined, digging his nails into Harry’s wrists as he held his hands in return, pulling himself further into his cock just like Harry was trying to do himself.

“Such a fucking slut, aren’t you? Just for me. Tell me you’re mine, Draco.” Harry spoke lowly, his every other word diluted with moans as he tilted his head back and relished in the feel of Draco wrapped around him.

“Fuck! Yes, yours- I’m yours!”

“Hah- Shit. Yeah, you fucking belong to me, don’t you?” Harry let go of his arms and shifted on his feet, gripping Draco’s jaw and pressing himself into his back as his thrusts remained unrelenting and he wrapped his hand around his throat. “Tell me.”

“Fuck, Harry!” Draco whined, bringing his hands up and into his hair as he leaned his head back on his shoulder.

Harry moaned into his skin as he sucked harshly on his neck, applying a gentle pressure with his hand and then kissing a line all the way to his ear before he spoke into it.

“Please, Draco. Please tell me. Say you belong to me, I can’t stand it.” He practically whimpered, sounding more desperate than even Draco as he fucked him into the lockers and sucked on his neck again.

Draco’s lips parted as his lungs emptied into a desperate moan at Harry’s own desperation, his back arching as Harry fucked into that delightful spot so deep inside him.

“I’ll fucking kill anyone who even comes close to doing this to you. You know that, don’t you? There’s no fucking way i’m letting this go, Draco.” He spoke into his skin, the words sending a shiver up Draco’s spine as Harry tightened his hand around his throat. “God. Fucking look at you, making me act like a fucking psycho.”

Draco moaned against him, tightening his fingers in his hair as Harry lifted his head and tilted Draco’s lips towards him before kissing him desperately.

They moaned against each other as Harry continued fucking into him, his arousal reaching an all time high as Draco sucked on his tongue.

They pulled away minimally, holding each other’s eyes as they panted against each other and Harry continued slamming his cock into him.

“I belong to you.” Draco whispered, his words shaky and practiced as if he were trying to make them sound real rather than something mindlessly offered in the heat of the moment.

Harry’s eyes darkened at the claim, half lidded as he stared back into Draco’s; which were mirroring his own with the same look of lust and need.

“God.” Harry whispered before he slammed into him one final time and then pulled out of him abruptly, earning half a protest from Draco before he turned his body and pushed him back into the locker, kissing him again as he lifted him up and pressed him against it easily.

Draco wrapped his legs around his waist instinctively, wrapping his arms around his neck at the same time as he clung to him desperately.

Harry panted against him as he shifted, lining himself up with Draco again before he eased into him rather than slamming his cock in like he had been doing.

He pressed his forehead against Draco’s, holding his eyes as he fucked him at a gentler pace than before, though it still wasn’t exactly slow.

He held his head in his hands as he kissed him deeply, pressing his whole body into his as he thrusted into him, fucking him deeper than before but his thrusts less harsh.

Draco whimpered against him as he kissed him back, his hands lacing through his hair as Harry continued fucking him past the point of insanity, his cock now being pressed against Harry’s stomach as he clung to him and making him shudder.

Harry pulled away then, panting as he held Draco’s eyes for a few long moments before he buried his head into his shoulder and held onto Draco’s legs, spreading them further and pressing them into the locker behind them as he thrusted into him.

“I could fuck you like this for hours.” He whispered, his tone tinged with a desperation that told Draco he barely had minutes left in him, let alone hours. “Fucking love being inside you.”

Draco blushed at his words, his fingers gripping into Harry’s bare back as he leaned his head on his shoulder and whimpered as Harry continued rocking his hips into him.

“I’m close, Harry.” He whispered, Harry’s harsh breath in his ear making a shiver run down his spine.

“Yeah? Again? Fuck.” Harry half taunted in his ear, his tone far softer than his harsh words before. “Me, too.” He admitted after a long moment, picking up the pace again and making Draco shudder as he dug his nails into his back.

“Fuck.”

“Fuck.”

Draco clung to him as his thrusts sped and intensified again, though it wasn’t nearly as rough as he’d been fucking him up to his point.

“Wait for me.” Harry whispered into his skin before he trailed his lips up his neck, planting kisses all the way up to the corner of his mouth before he pulled away fractionally to hold his eyes. “I’m close.”

“How close?” Draco whispered back, lacing his fingers through his hair as he loosened his legs and allowed Harry to press him back further into the lockers as he pulled his thrusts further and fucked him deeper than before.

“Really fucking close.” Harry replied, his breath coming in harsh pants as he watched Draco with lust filled eyes. “You?”

“Yeah. Me, too.” Draco whispered back, his words shaking as he tilted his head back into the lockers and watched him with the same look.

“Can I come inside?” He asked shakily, his thrusts becoming more desperate as he approached the edge of release.

“Yeah. Fuck, yes.” Draco breathed back at him, his fingers tightening in his hair as he felt that all too familiar pressure build and reach it’s peak.

“Fuck.”

Harry dipped his head again, pressing his body into Draco’s as he slid one hand between them and wrapped it around his cock, stroking it in succession with his thrusts as he kissed him again.

Draco moaned into his mouth as he arched off the lockers, tightening his hold on his hair as he tightened his legs around him again, rocking his hips and fucking himself on Harry’s cock at the same time.

“Fuck, Draco.” Harry murmured into the kiss, his words softened by the fact he didn’t even stop the movement of his lips as he pumped Draco’s cock with his hand and continued fucking him.

His thrusts slowed and his body tensed as he moaned deeply into Draco’s mouth, his hand faltering around his cock as he buried himself to the hilt and came undone, not even attempting to stifle the moans and guttural sounds that came from him as he thrusted into him with no discernible pattern, his thrusts pulled and lazy as he kissed him all the same.

Draco came undone shortly after, his body tensing as he clung to him, tightening his hold on Harry’s hair as he kissed him equally as desperate, his legs tightening around his hips as he moaned against him.

“I could get used to feeling you come around my cock like that.” Harry murmured, making Draco blush profusely despite everything that they had just done.

“Shut up.” He panted, loosening his hold on him marginally as his release ebbed away, small and quiet whimpers sounding from his throat as Harry continued to ease in and out of him slowly, their lips still connected.

Harry kept fucking him like that, his thrusts slow and without conviction as he pulled away and held Draco’s eyes.

“I could keep going, you know?” He murmured, sounding entirely serious and making Draco scoff at him.

“Don’t make me laugh, Potter. You’ll surely kill me.” He replied breathlessly, sounding mildly amused as he braced his hands on his shoulders and Harry grinned back at him.

“That a no?” He asked, leaning back and angling his cock in a way that made Draco’s arousal spike despite having came twice already.

“It’s a no.” He laughed, pushing him gently and urging him to put him down wordlessly.

Harry pouted but stilled his hips, pressing his body back into him still and kissing him softly and slowly as he held his hips and pulled out of him gently.

Draco felt his blush deepen as he felt the evidence of Harry’s orgasm drip out of him, but thankfully it was only him that would have been able to discern it.

Harry continued kissing him, Draco kissing him back as he fleetingly wished that he’d accepted Harry’s offer to keep fucking him in that agonisingly slow way.

But still, even Draco knew that they wouldn’t be able to spend the rest of the day in the Slytherin changing rooms, regardless of how badly they wanted each other all of a sudden.

“Wanna come back to my dorm?” Harry asked as if he’d read his mind, obviously wanting to continue this elsewhere.

Draco laughed as he pulled back from him, stroking his hands through his hair affectionately as he kissed him chastely one last time and motioned for him to put him down.

He did, only letting him go after Draco had properly found his footing, regardless of how shaky his legs were.

“Sure, Potter. Maybe invest in some condoms though, or at least some lube.”

Harry scoffed a laugh at him, his eyes falling down as he watched Draco walk away, his pupils dilating with impossible arousal at the sight.

4) Dive In Deep Into Your Ocean | Mature | 11,921 words

A failed marriage, a tragedy, the sea, and a family that believes in second chances.

5) I Wanna Teach You How Forever Feels | Not Rated | 13,116 words

Prompt #80: Single omega mom Louis is traveling with his alpha pup for the first time. (He had an abusive ex) They are going to a friend's wedding and they were upgraded to first class and meet (ceo/rich/important figure) Harry. The pup is scared and antsy and Louis is exhausted, the pup thinks Harry’s tattoos are drawings and Harry lets him paint them. The alpha is enchanted by Louis’ beauty and soul, and adores Louis' pup and entertains him during the long flight. He discovers Louis has no family, is extremely touch starved and skinny. His pup is in perfect shape, Louis clearly prioritizes him and protects him. Harry helps him financially even if Louis refuses and helps him be healthy scenting him. He helps this little family and falls deeply in love with them. Add a scene of Louis nervous meeting Harry’s family but they adore him and his pup immediately and Lou cries of happiness.

6) The Bergamot Was Wrong | Explicit | 13,684 words

Louis has been in a relationship with Harry for two years. Harry has been sleeping with his friend Louis for two years and is absolutely not going to ruin it by saying something stupid like 'I love you'. One of them is wrong. One of them has had the anniversary in his calendar since the first time they slept together. This is mostly Harry's fault.

7) Send Me Under (All The Way) | Explicit | 14,510 words

After an agonizing day at work, Louis returns home in a bad mood, too high strung and unable to wind down. Thank God for his husband Harry who knows exactly how to get Louis out of his own head and who can give him exactly what he needs. ...or the one where Harry sends Louis under all the way after a straining day.

8) When The Rain Starts | Mature | 15,603 words

Life hasn’t been kind to either of them. Louis has long accepted that being a single mom leaves little room for wanting more, Harry is trying to rebuild the life that shattered around him and protect the daughter who means his everything. A fake relationship should have been easy, just a performance, a solution, something temporary. But some things grow quietly in borrowed spaces, and when two fractured families begin to feel complete together, walking away may no longer be an option.

9) We Can Be Each Other's Company | Mature | 18,506 words

Louis is pregnant and his boyfriend leaves him. Harry is madly in love with Louis and never intends to leave him. Their feelings will grow stronger along the way, more so for Harry and new ones for Louis.

10) Warmer In Your Arms | Not Rated | 28,127 words

Louis cradled his small bump. “I could usually lift it myself.” “It’s okay,” Harry said easily. “A friend of mine is pregnant too, and she has some difficulty with things like this.” Louis blinked, then placed a hand on his hip while the other was still on his bump. “Who said I was pregnant?” Harry’s eyes widened as he placed the bag in Louis’ cart. He looked like a deer caught in headlights. “I…” His eyes went toward Louis’ stomach, then jerked away again. “Oh, my god. Sorry. Sorry, that was incredibly inappropriate.”

11) 12.6 Seconds to Score, 0.2 Seconds to Fall in Love | Explicit | 33,020 words

Louis got hired to photograph Harry's hockey team for the upcoming season. What he hadn't expected was his babysitter to cancel on him last minute and now his pup had to go to work with him. He also hadn't expected for the team captain to become a very important part of his and his pup's life. It takes Harry 12.6 seconds to score a goal but only 0.2 seconds to fall in love with Louis. And though he would never admit it, Louis also fell in love in 0.2 seconds.

12) Worth It, Though | Explicit | 30,396 words

Louis hasn't slept. There was an art preview, quite a few glasses of wine, a charcuterie board, and a cheese that made him question reality. He sets an alarm for eight on a Saturday for the first time in six years. At the market, someone else reaches for the last whole langres at the same moment he does. Harry is a food critic and completely unreasonable about honey. He also has a recipe, a method, strong opinions about a YouTube video Louis has saved, and apparently nowhere better to be than Louis's flat for the next several hours. It goes from there.

13) In The Darkness, Hold Tight | Mature | 33,883 words

After meeting during a powercut at a hotel, a chance meeting with Harry Styles leaves Louis with a reminder that he'll never forget.

14) Soarin’ Over A World You Are Carryin’ | Mature | 35,366 words

The huge wolf stopped right in front of him. Watching them. Green to blue. Louis’s body began to tremble under the gaze of those eyes. He had endured so much throughout his entire journey to get here, spending his days consumed by fear and stress. He had been so close to find the pack to give his baby a home, a safe home. His pup was his last thought before his vision got blurred and his legs gave up. The last thing he felt before losing consciousness was… softness.

15) Such Small Mercies | Explicit | 35,385 words

The rotation is simple in theory: one vampire, one wolf, one house, three months. Keep the peace, maintain the property, sustain yourselves from the household provisions and don't cause any incidents. Simple. Louis has been alive long enough to recognise a punishment dressed up as an honour. Harry has been reliable long enough to know exactly why he was sent. Neither of them did what they're here for, and the house still smells of what the last pair did to each other. They were roommates. That's the whole story, really. (it isn't doe)

16) WERECAT 101-- Notes By Harry Styles | Mature | 42,166 words

The story where Harry learns about a fascinating species called the werecats and maybe develops a massive crush on his observed subject.

17) You're Not Gonna Show This To Anyone, Are You? | Explicit | 44,258 words

Louis: tall is nice, it usually comes with… other proportional assets. Harry’s cock gave a traitorous twitch against his thigh. The bluntness of it, the clinical yet deeply suggestive phrasing, sent a flush of heat across his skin. He swallowed heavily, his mouth dry. Harry: I’ve never had any complaints about the proportions. The typing bubble appeared and vanished several times, as if Louis was savoring the response, crafting his reply with deliberate care. Louis: When you’re hard, where does the tip hit? Your navel? Higher? Harry’s eyes dropped from the screen to his own body. Tentatively, he brought his hand to his waist, his fingers brushing his navel, then tracing an imaginary line upward. The mental image, combined with Louis’s cold, technical phrasing, was devastatingly arousing. You: Higher. He sent the single word, feeling exposed. Louis: That’s nice, babe. Lots for me to play with then? D’you think it will fit?

18) Back To You | Explicit | 78,360 words

Harry and Louis were once everything to each other – friends, love, a home in a fast, noisy world. Yet the pressures of public life spare nothing, not even what seems indestructible. Years later, both have built new lives, followed their own paths, and celebrated their successes. When a twist of fate brings them together once more, the carefully constructed worlds begin to shake. Old glances suddenly feel strangely familiar again, and long-buried feelings burst forth with full force. What remains is the question of whether anything that once was can ever truly be over.

19) Head Of Film | Explicit | 83,834 words

Louis is a professional pornstar, and Harry is a “straight” manwhore.

20) Perfect Flaw | Explicit | 1,974 words

Louis Tomlinson is the son of a former model whose entire life and future were planned out for her. He spends his whole life not living for himself, fulfilling his mother's wishes. When his mother sends him to London's most prestigious school to carry on her legacy, Louis realizes the world is bigger than what it shows him. On this path he sees as his salvation, Harry Styles crosses his path and feeds his own ego, while showing Louis that his mother isn't the only bad person in this world. Struggling to find himself between the shadows of the past and the fog of the future, he gains more than he loses.

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It was towards the end of their final year in Hogwarts, and everyone was enjoying a final night of drinking and being stupid.

They had all completed their final exams, almost everyone being satisfied with their results, or maybe even relieved in Harry and Ron’s case.

Hermione was of course not completely happy, already having counted up the points she missed from trivial mistakes that she was sure she had known when she took the exam and had no idea on why she had bolloxed the question.

She still of course got the highest marks in their year, so no one was really sympathetic towards her when she complained.

Harry was stood talking to Ron in the far corner, having a hard time keeping his attention as he continually watched Hermione from across the room, engaged in conversation with Seamus.

It had been awkward between them all since they’d ‘taken a break’ in their relationship when exams started up, Hermione telling Ron that she needed to focus entirely on her N.E.W.T.’s.

They for some reason hadn’t started things up again the moment exams ended, though Harry suspected that they still had another unimaginable amount of dithering to deal with just like they had when getting together in the first place.

“I don’t get why you don’t just go talk to her.” Harry dragged him out of his staring, clicking his fingers in front of his face almost condescendingly.

“You don’t get it, mate. I can’t just go crawling back to her, I need to play the long game.” Ron explained, crossing his arms over his chest as he still kept his eyes on her, almost scowling over at them as Hermione laughed at whatever Seamus had just said.

“Right. What game is that, exactly?” He asked, sounding entirely fed up of it all.

He was fed up. He’d had to suffer though years of them pussyfooting around each other, and he didn’t much want to have to do it again.

“She wants me to just go begging for her back. I’m not gonna give her the satisfaction. She can come to me.” He finally looked back at Harry, and Harry rolled his eyes at him.

“Of course. What if she doesn’t?” He asked, making Ron almost glare at him.

“She will.”

Harry sighed at his pettiness. He didn’t even want to come to this party.

Ever since he’d defeated Lord Voldemort, people had been looking at him differently. His relationship with Ginny had completely flamed out from all of the time they had spent apart, and she was dating Luna now, much to everyone’s surprise.

He didn’t mind it much. He might have if he’d still had feelings for her, but he didn’t really think he did. It was still extremely awkward between them, and Luna’s blatant disregard for his feelings made it even worse, even if he didn’t have any.

“Right!” Seamus suddenly yelled from across the room, emitting silence through it as everyone turned to look at him. He was the one who usually organised these particular gatherings, ensuring that most of the Hogwarts staff were either away or tucked up in bed so they could use whatever room was safest, with the addition of a silencing charm.

“Time for some games!” He boomed excitedly, clapping his hands together as he regarded everyone’s reactions; some excited and some seeming fed up. “We’ll take some suggestions and round up the votes. My trusty assistant here will gather all of your choices.” He continued, presenting Hermione at his side, who laughed and curtseyed dramatically.

Ron scoffed next to him at the interaction, clearly bitter that Hermione and Seamus had been talking at all.

Hermione moved through the room gathering everyone’s votes; Harry just let Ron write something on the small piece of parchment he was given. He didn’t really care what game everyone played, he wasn’t going to participate.

Hermione and Ron stared at each other as she took their votes, neither saying anything; but the tension between them was undeniable. Even Harry felt like he was interrupting something by just being there.

Ron watched her as she walked away, a look of longing in his eyes as if he was debating following after her or dragging her back to his side and kissing her regardless of his insistence that she be the one to kiss him first.

Harry leaned on the far side of the wall as Ron spoke now with Lavender, likely hoping to make Hermione jealous. Lavender didn’t even really seem interested in him anymore, though she still entertained conversation with him.

He surveyed the room as Hermione continued through it, his eyes falling on Malfoy in the far corner opposite him, seeming to be doing the same thing he was.

Their eyes met and neither of them looked away.

Harry was surprised that Malfoy had even chosen to return to Hogwarts, given that he was very well known as a Death Eater to quite a lot of people. Though, everyone seemed to have gotten over his presence quite quickly, likely realising his remorse from the way he seemed to mope around the corridors for a majority of the year, though he seemed to have implemented himself more into a social circle now that their exams were over.

Still, Harry suspected that, like him, he was only being forced to come to this party by his new group of friends.

Well, he said new, but he supposed it was the same people he used to affiliate with. He no longer associated much with Goyle anymore, likely down to the fact that the third person in their trio had unfortunately died in the second war.

Perhaps that’s another reason why people were a lot easier on Malfoy, because much like everyone else, he had lost someone to that war.

“Right, the votes are in lads!” Seamus pulled Harry out of his thoughts, both him and Malfoy finally looking away from each other and over at him instead. “The winner is… drumroll please!”

No one did a drum roll, the room echoing with an almost awkward silence.

“Oh, come on guys. At least try to seem like you give a shit.” Seamus complained before waving his wand and emitting the drumroll he had requested. “Spin the bottle!” He bellowed, making Harry roll his eyes. He definitely wouldn’t be taking part in that.

“What are we, fourteen?” Seamus muttered, though he didn’t seem off put enough by the idea that they play a game mostly played by teenagers enough to just not play it.

“Right, we’re doing seven minutes in heaven. We’re too old for cheeky snogs.” He continued, making the idea of playing this even less appealing to Harry.

Everyone seemed to murmur in agreement as Ron rejoined him at his side, seeming uncharacteristically excited by the idea.

“This is brilliant.” He laughed, obviously intending to win Hermione back under the premise of a simple drinking game.

“Yeah. Riveting.” Harry remarked dryly, pushing himself off the wall, “Listen mate, I’m gonna just take off. I’m definitely not playing this.”

Ron’s face fell at his lukewarm reaction, “You can’t leave. I need a wingman.” He complained, making Harry roll his eyes.

“What are you going to do when Hermione has to go snog someone else for seven minutes? You shouldn’t be too thrilled about this, Ron.” He tried a different approach, hoping that Ron would allow him to leave if he distracted him by how brilliant this game really was.

“I have a plan for that.” He said, rubbing his hands together almost menacingly, “I’m gonna just control the way the bottle goes. Tell me who you wanna snog, I’ll make sure it lands on them.”

Harry rolled his eyes at him, running his hands through his hair in slight irritation. “I don’t wanna snog anyone. I want to go to bed.”

“Mate, get that stick out of your arse, seriously.” Ron scoffed, seeming fed up with Harry’s mood already. “I’ll get you back with Ginny.”

“I don’t want to get back with Ginny. Since when were you so excited to get your sister laid, anyway?”

“Don’t be a prat.” Ron quipped, seeming disgusted by Harry’s choice of words. “How about Cho, then?”

Harry rolled his eyes again. “Seriously…” He muttered, mostly to himself. “I’ll stay for like fifteen minutes. Just hurry up and take your turn so you and Hermione can stop being divvy and I can finally have some fucking peace.”

He stepped away from him, joining the circle that people had begun forming and sinking down into an empty space. Ron joined him shortly after, seeming pleased with Harry yielding to this game, even if it was for only fifteen minutes.

He hadn’t realised he’d sat directly opposite Malfoy until he looked up and their eyes met again just as they had when they’d been standing on opposite sides of the room.

He hadn’t really spoken to Malfoy since they’d come back to school, only sharing cursory nods of acknowledgement in passing when their eyes met and neither of them could ignore the other completely.

“Right. I’m sure you all know the rules, but just in case;” Seamus started, standing in the middle of the circle with a glass bottle in his hand as he explained the rules to everyone.

Harry mostly tuned him out, leaning on his hand and staring into space blankly as he counted down the minutes in his head.

“I’ll spin the bottle first and it’ll choose who gets to go first.” Seamus finally finished, having already eaten up two minutes of Harry’s time. He couldn’t wait for this to be over.

Seamus placed the bottle in the middle of the circle, spinning it and then taking his place on the edge of it next to Hermione, who Harry noticed was staring at Ron.

“Malfoy.” Seamus mumbled, seeming slightly miffed of the fact.

Even Harry looked up at him now, only just now wondering why on earth he had chosen to play in the first place. He definitely didn’t seem the type to entertain such immature games, even before he’d become a Death Eater.

“I thought you were going to control it? Why’d you get it to land on him?” Harry muttered over to Ron, slightly irritated that he hadn’t hurried the game by getting on with his plan.

“I got distracted.” Ron replied, seeming also irritated. Harry rolled his eyes, leaning on his hand again as he continued counting down.

“Oh, I’m not really playing…” Malfoy replied, seeming uncomfortable with the prospect of even touching the bottle in the centre of the circle.

“Why are you sitting here, then?” Harry piped up, not even really meaning to; but the words had harshly slipped out before he’d had the chance to heed to them.

Malfoy glared over at him and he glared back, letting his annoyance at Ron and everything else of the night take over.

“I’ll spin for you.” Pansy Parkinson piped up, leaning over him. Perhaps she had made Malfoy play just like Ron had made Harry. Maybe she wanted to get with him under the premise of a game.

“No, I-” Malfoy started to refuse, but she had already spun the bottle and cut it short. He narrowed his eyes up at her, sighing to himself at his protests clearly falling on deaf ears as he watched the bottle spin.

Everyone was watching it, in fact; clearly it wasn’t only Harry that found his participation strange.

Harry frowned down at the bottle as it slowed, coming to a stop pointed directly at him. He looked back up at Malfoy, who was looking back at him in alarm.

Harry wasn’t that worried, it’s not like he actually had to play the game. “I’m not playing, either.”

“Right. Well, that’s not really an option.” Seamus argued, standing up and clearly deciding to enforce the rules of the game even on two unwilling people. “Thems the rules.”

Harry stood then, rolling his eyes as he chose to just leave. He scowled down at Ron, who’s fault this was, before voicing his departure. “I’m going back to the dorms.”

“Nope.” Seamus refused, grabbing Harry by the shoulders and pushing him across the room easily.

“Seriously, Seamus, you don’t actually expect me to-” He argued, attempting to resist his urging; but Seamus had apparently taken up weight lifting or something similar over the past year which didn’t really allow him to.

“If no one plays the game the way it’s supposed to be played, there’s not much point in playing, is there?” He argued, gripping his shoulders tighter.

Harry noticed a similar commotion on the other side of the room, likely Malfoy being subjected to the same thing he was currently experiencing.

Neither of them had much of a chance to voice their complaints before they were both shoved into a cupboard, the door slamming behind them as they both stumbled forward.

“Make sure you’re done in seven minutes!” Seamus mused from the other side of it, locking the door behind them and making Harry’s irritation heighten.

“For fuck sake.” He kicked the door in annoyance, considering just breaking it down completely; but it became quickly apparent that there wasn’t very much room in this cupboard for him to do that when he felt Malfoy’s body practically pressed up against his.

He turned, pushing him away harshly as he leaned as far into the wall behind him as he could. “Fucking ridiculous.” He muttered to himself, crossing his arms over his chest as he resolved to just wait out these seven minutes wordlessly.

“Why did you even choose to play? This is your fault.” Malfoy scoffed at him, though Harry couldn’t actually see him since the cupboard was completely dark.

“My fault? You were sitting in that circle too.” Harry argued, attempting to calm himself as he realised that a dark broom cupboard was probably not the best place to get worked up in.

Malfoy just scoffed at him, and Harry heard as he shifted in front of him, though he couldn’t see what he was doing.

Silence enveloped them, and it was accentuated by the darkness. It started to get uncomfortable.

Harry’s eyes adjusted after a while, and he could make out Malfoy’s silhouette but nothing more. “Can’t see a fucking thing in here.”

“Turn the light on then, dimwit.” Malfoy bit back at him, and Harry swore he could have just strangled him right there. He really wasn’t in the mood for his shit right now.

“Piss off.”

The silence returned as neither said anything else, and Harry counted up to another minute before he sighed in exasperation.

“Is there even a light in here?”

Malfoy didn’t answer, but just flicked the light on, making Harry wince at the sudden assault of his eyes.

“Fucking hell! A little warning next time?” He complained, running his hands down his face and blinking as his eyes became acclimatised to the new lighting.

“Sure, Potter. Next time we’re locked in a dark broom cupboard I’ll be sure to let you know when I plan to see again.” Malfoy remarked sarcastically, looking back at Harry as he leaned on the wall opposite.

Although Harry had known that they were locked in a literal cupboard together, he hadn’t realised how close they’d been.

He shifted as he attempted to put more space between them, though it was practically impossible. They were both already as far against each wall as they could be, staring at each other.

Malfoy had changed quite considerably since the last time they’d been alone together. He looked much older. Not in a bad way; more like he had matured. Though, based on their limited interaction in the past five minutes, Harry knew he hadn’t changed all that much. He was still a prick.

Though, now that Harry was barely inches away from him, he had to admit that he was quite good looking, even if he was an insufferable prick.

“Take a picture, Potter.” Malfoy remarked, making Harry realise he’d been staring at him far too intensely. Though, it’s not exactly as if Malfoy had looked away.

“As if.” He scoffed, looking at the ceiling above them instead.

Silence fell on them yet again, and Harry’s agitation was starting to grow. He almost felt like he couldn’t breathe, he felt like his skin was crawling as his hands tightened into fists; not being able to do much outside of that unless he wanted to risk coming into contact with Malfoy.

“How long is left?” Malfoy asked, making Harry look down at him again.

“How the fuck should I know?”

“Well, you’ve been muttering numbers in the dark the whole time, I assumed you were keeping count and not just losing your tiny mind.”

Harry scoffed at him again, leaning his head back into the wall, “I don’t know. I stopped counting when you tried to blind me. I think it’s been at least five minutes.”

“Wow. You can defeat the world’s number one enemy but you can’t count up to seven minutes?” Malfoy sighed, mirroring Harry and leaning as far back into the wall as he could.

“Are you trying to piss me off?”

“Not my fault it’s so fucking easy.”

“Right, seven minutes are up! Is everyone dressed?” Seamus finally shouted from the other side of the door, sounding only mildly serious. It’s not like anyone had actually expected Harry and Malfoy to do anything; they still clearly didn’t like each other.

“Fuck off, Seamus. Let me out.” He shouted back, holding the door handle expectantly.

He heard Seamus laugh on the other side, then he heard a rattle of the door handle followed by a hollow clunk and what sounding like something metal hitting the floor.

“Uh-oh.”

Harry’s hand tightened on the door handle, turning it to no avail. It felt lighter than it was supposed to, almost as if it had come loose.

“Seamus. I swear to fuck.” Harry muttered, kicking the door again in an attempt to open it.

“Yeah… Erm… Just bear with, I’ll bring someone to-”

“Shit! Professor Mcgonagall is coming!” Someone else shouted from the other side of the door.

“Shit. Sorry, Harry. I’ll come back!” Seamus spoke into the door. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t!” He called again, sounding a lot further away this time.

This. Cannot. Be. Happening.

“I’m going to fucking kill myself.” Harry muttered to himself, leaning back against the wall and running his hands down his face while being careful to maintain the very limited space between him and Malfoy.

“Did everyone just leave?” Malfoy asked, uncrossing his arms and furrowing his brows in a semblance of worry.

“No shit, Sherlock.” Harry snapped back at him, careful to keep his voice down as he heard the door open again in the room outside of the door.

He heard a single set of footsteps trail in, somehow being able to deduce that they belonged to Professor Mcgonagall.

“Well? How am I supposed to- Mm!” Malfoy started to argue, and Harry instinctively covered his mouth with his hand in order to shut him up.

“Shut up.” He whispered harshly, glaring at him as he continued to listen to the footsteps continue through the room.

Malfoy didn’t argue anymore, mostly because he physically couldn’t, but he grasped Harry’s wrist in an attempt to pry it off him.

Harry looked at the door, keeping his hand clasped over Malfoy’s mouth as he pressed his body into him unintentionally, listening as the footsteps passed the door.

He swallowed nervously as he saw the shadow of footsteps pass under them, and let out a shaky breath as they went away again.

He listened to them recede further, only releasing Malfoy when he was almost completely sure that Professor Mcgonagall had gone.

“What the hell, Potter?” Malfoy whispered harshly at him, seeming to gather that he should be quiet.

Harry just shushed him as he crouched to the floor, attempting to look through the hole in the door to try to see if anyone was still in the room.

Once he was satisfied that it was empty, he straightened up again, turning back towards Malfoy, who’s face was almost completely flushed.

“Why did you do that?” Malfoy asked him accusingly, making Harry look at him confused.

“Do what?”

“Press yourself up against me!” He whispered harshly back at him, his voice bordering on normal volume again.

Harry noticed now that he was standing sort of weirdly, as if he was making even more of an effort to gain distance between them.

“Are you…” He started, looking down before his eyes shot back up again, a short laugh of disbelief coming from him unconsciously.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Malfoy glowered at him, and his sudden flush and weird stance actually started making sense.

“Why the hell are you hard?”

Malfoy just glared back at him, moving his hands to cover up his suddenly very obvious boner as Harry’s eyes instinctively fell back down to it again.

“Stop it.” Malfoy muttered almost bitterly, making Harry force his eyes back up to his again.

He sighed in disbelief, pressing himself into the wall as the cupboard suddenly felt far smaller than it had before. Malfoy’s hands were brushing against him now as he attempted to cover his hard on, and the friction was definitely not doing well for their proximity.

“Move your hands.” Harry whispered, trying to keep his voice even as he attempted to angle his hips further away from him in the very small space.

“What?” Malfoy asked, disbelieving. Then Harry realised how what he’d just requested might have sounded.

“No! Not for that. You’re fucking touching me.” He breathed, feeling himself getting hard at the minimal contact.

Malfoy must have felt it too, because he retracted his hands quite quickly after that. Not that it helped much.

They had both stood there for almost an entire minute, and rather than Harry’s semi-erection settling down in that time, it chose to manifest itself fully.

It didn’t help that Malfoy was hard, too, and they both pressed themselves as far into the wall as they could as they attempted to look anywhere but each other.

“We need to get out of here.” Harry voiced, and Malfoy scoffed at him and rolled his eyes.

“Oh, great idea, Potter. Why didn’t I think of that?” He remarked sarcastically, making Harry narrow his eyes up at the ceiling.

“Fuck off. It’s not my fault you got a fucking hard on.” He replied, his voice now coming out at a normal volume as he was sure that no one was on the other side of the door.

“It’s entirely your fault.” Malfoy snapped back at him, looking down at him.

Harry looked back, noticing that his blush still hadn’t eased. “How the hell is it my fault? Maybe you should learn to control your dick.”

“You’re the one who pinned your body against me so suddenly!” Malfoy argued, his hands clenching at his sides in annoyance.

“Yeah, because you were about to get us caught with your fat mouth!”

Malfoy scoffed at him, crossing his arms over his chest again and looking at the door as if it would open if he glared at it hard enough.

“You’re hard too.” He pointed out bitterly and Harry narrowed his eyes at him.

“Yeah, cause you fucking felt me up.” He muttered, and Draco glared back at him.

“You fucking wish.”

Harry scoffed a laugh, letting his hands fall back down to his sides. “Oh, do I?”

“Probably. I wouldn’t be surprised if you devised this whole thing to get locked in a cupboard with me. They’re all your friends, aren’t they? Fucking pathetic.”

“Do you even hear yourself?” Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You’re so far up your own arse there’s probably no room for me in there.”

Draco glared at him again, seeming to deliberate closing the distance between them to strangle Harry to death.

“Don’t be absurd.”

Silence surrounded them again, but this time it was thickened with tension as they glared at each other.

“Even if we were going to fuck, I definitely wouldn’t be the one on the receiving end.” Draco muttered, making Harry stare back at him with an edge of disbelief.

“Oh, piss off. Of the two of us, you’re definitely the bottom.”

“No I am absolutely not. I’m taller.” Draco argued stubbornly, making Harry laugh shortly.

“That doesn’t mean anything. I’m stronger, so I’d definitely be the one fucking you.” Harry argued back, crossing his arms over his chest again. “And you’d fucking love it.”

“I assure you I wouldn’t.” Draco glared at him, tightening his hands against himself.

“Wanna bet?” Harry challenged, the tension between them thickening at the suggestion in his tone.

Draco scoffed after a few moments of consideration, rolling his eyes and looking away from him again. “You sure think highly of yourself.”

“Why wouldn’t I? I have good reason to.” Harry replied, sounding almost full of himself.

This obviously piqued Draco’s curiosity a bit, making him consider actually fucking him just to see. “I highly doubt that.”

Harry rolled his eyes again, a smirk in his expression. “I’m clearly good enough. I got you hard and I barely touched you.” He mocked, feeling suddenly full of confidence and arousal rather than irritated. Though, the irritation was still there.

“That had nothing to do with skill.” Draco argued, only making Harry’s smirk widen.

“Right. I suppose you’re just attracted to me, then.” Harry teased, mostly trying to annoy Draco in retaliation to his insults.

“Well, you’re not ugly, are you?” He scoffed, his voice laced with sarcasm.

Harry hadn’t actually expected him to admit to it, but now he had, it made the prospect of fucking him a whole lot clearer.

“Oh. So you really do want me.” He mocked again, feeling the tension heighten as they both spoke lowly with each other. Draco rolled his eyes, scoffing at him and letting his hands fall to his sides before he put them behind him, leaning on them and seeming as if he were resisting the urge to reach out and touch him.

“Don’t say such ridiculous things, Potter.” He murmured, his voice softening indefinitely as that sharpness left his tone at the topic of conversation. He still sounded annoyed, but not so much as before.

Harry laughed shortly at him, mirroring him and leaning back on his hands as he laced them behind his back. This wasn’t exactly a good move, since it closed a fraction of the space between them and made the impulse to close it completely even harder to fight for both of them.

“Have you… thought about it before?” Harry asked after a long bout of silence, both of them holding each other’s eyes.

“What? Fucking you?” Malfoy scoffed, seeming annoyed by the question. “No.”

“Really?” Harry breathed, his expressed almost turned up into a grin in response. “You seemed pretty confident with the notion of fucking me when you insisted that you wouldn’t be the one taking it. Just seems strange. Like you’ve definitely thought about it before.”

Draco narrowed his eyes at him, turning his head to look away as his earlier blush returned some. “So what if I have?”

Harry laughed again, an edge of disbelief to it that he was practically admitting it. “You haven’t thought about me fucking you, though?”

“No.”

“Think about it.” Harry urged, making Draco meet his eyes again.

“You think about it.” He muttered back sarcastically, not really meaning anything by it.

“Oh, I am.” He admitted teasingly, a devious glint in his eye at the direction of the conversation.

“Yeah? What’s that like?” Draco asked sarcastically, rolling his eyes at the sudden admission.

“Pretty good.” Harry shrugged, making Draco narrow his eyes at him.

“Pretty good? It would be better than pretty good, I’m not some useless virgin, Potter.” Draco scoffed, seeming offended by Harry’s use of words.

“Yeah?” Harry laughed, finding it mildly amusing despite the way his body seemed to have heated up in the past few minutes. “Why don’t you show me then, Malfoy?”

“Don’t be…” Draco started, and Harry knew he was going to tell him to stop being ridiculous, but decided against it at the last minute. “You mean… you actually want to do it?”

Harry shrugged, not being entirely against it at this point. At least it would give him something to do while locked in a broom cupboard for fuck knows how much longer. Even if that something was Malfoy.

“Better than standing here staring at each other.” He admitted, making Draco narrow his eyes again.

“Oh, so out of pure boredom?” He asked incredulously, scoffing at Harry’s indifference on the matter. “Acting like you have anything better to do.” He added with a mutter.

“I could be doing far better things than fucking you. I could be fucking literally anyone else.” Harry quipped, and they both glared at each other again.

“Oh, yeah I’m sure.” Draco remarked sarcastically, “Name one single person who’d fuck you right now. You turned your only girlfriend into a lesbian and had absolutely no game with that Ravenclaw seeker.”

Harry narrowed his eyes at him, his irritation flaring again slightly at the mention of Ginny. “Shut up, Malfoy.”

Draco scoffed again, smirking over at him at how easy it was for him to annoy him. “Try make me, Potter.”

Harry stepped forward now, bringing his hands up into Draco’s hair and pulling on the ends of it almost harshly as he pressed himself into him. Draco sucked in a breath through his teeth as he did it, though the action made a thrill run through him that only made him want to piss Harry off even more.

“Don’t tempt me.” Harry murmured, holding his eyes as he intentionally pinned his hips against his, making his intentions clear.

Draco breathed a laugh at him, unable to do much since Harry had unintentionally pinned his hands behind his back due to him still leaning back on them when Harry had closed the distance between them.

Harry bought his other hand up to his jaw, the distance between them now almost indiscriminate. He made no further move to close that distance, watching Draco for his reaction; though he couldn’t deny that he had a look in his eye that made Harry’s cock almost throb with arousal.

“You’re far too easy.” Draco breathed, pushing his body off the wall and making Harry’s breath catch in his throat as he pressed himself back into him; though Draco was only retrieving his hands from behind him, so the action wasn’t intentional.

“Christ-” Harry almost gasped as Draco practically pressed his dick against his, making a shock of arousal jolt through him. This seemed to just spur him on, because he bought his hands down to Harry’s hips as he urged them against each other intentionally.

“See?” Draco murmured teasingly, obviously enjoying his reactions to such a simple move.

Harry tutted at him in exasperation, tightening his hold on his jaw as he let go of his hair and slid his hand down his back instead, spurring on the action rather than fight it. “Are you just fucking with me? Or are you actually going to do something about this?”

He urged his hips forward in order to accentuate his question, though he supposed it bordered on a request.

“What am I supposed to do about it?” Draco mused, seeming slightly smug about how easy he was able to change Harry’s mood so quickly.

“Turn around.” Harry suggested, holding Draco’s eyes as he watched him expectantly to see if he would listen.

“What, you’re just going to fuck me like that? Absolutely no preparation?” Draco laughed, making Harry’s brow furrow in consideration.

“Well? I don’t know. I’ve never fucked a guy before.” He admitted bitterly, releasing his hold on him marginally at his anticipation being shut down. “Have you?” He asked, suddenly being very aware of the fact that Draco didn’t seem all that off put by the notion of fucking him.

“A few.” He admitted almost casually, letting his hands relax around Harry’s hips rather than urge them into him.

“Just not receiving.” Harry guessed, and Draco smirked at him. “What do I need to do, then?”

Draco scoffed a laugh at him, “You don’t need to do anything. If you’re actually being serious about this then I need to loosen myself up; i’m definitely not letting you do that.”

“Alright. Well, do it then.” Harry replied impatiently, making Draco breathe a shaky laugh as the conversation changed from hypothetical to an actual possibility.

“Fine. Don’t run away when you realise how bad you want me.” Draco conceded, releasing his hold on Harry and leaning back into the wall as his hands wrapped around the button on his trousers, undoing it before pulling the zip down.

Harry swallowed as he watched him, the action seeming to make his desire flare through his veins and make him somehow even harder.

He watched as Draco bought his own fingers into his mouth, coating them with spit to use as lube, Harry assumed.

Draco looked up at him, his face flushed further now as he realised that Harry had been watching him this whole time. He pushed himself off the wall, sliding his hand behind him as he pressed himself into Harry; the limited space in the cupboard making the action of loosening himself up impossible without doing so.

Harry swallowed as he watched him, instinctively bringing his arms up to wrap around him and steady the both of them as Draco’s trousers fell just enough for him to ease his fingers into himself.

“Is that enough?” Harry asked breathlessly, trying to resist the urge to replace his fingers where Draco’s were, though he had no idea where that impulse had even come from.

“Enough what?” Draco replied shakily, bracing his other hand on Harry’s forearm as a shiver ran up his spine at loosening himself up in front of him.

“Just… Wouldn’t it make sense if you sucked me off? If we’re using spit as lube.”

Draco looked at him with a smirk, likely finding amusement in Harry making out like he would be doing him a favour by letting him suck his dick.

“Just say you want a blowjob, Potter.” He laughed, seeming to consider the request before he leaned his head on his shoulder, his arm moving behind him as he continued to move his fingers in and out of himself.

Harry couldn’t deny the fact that this was really fucking hot to watch. If they had more space, he’d probably try to watch it properly.

“I want you to suck me off.” He admitted, his voice low as he bought his hand up to his jaw, tightening his fingers on his chin and bringing Draco’s eyes down to his.

Draco laughed shortly, though it was a breathy sound that was obstructed by the fact that he was currently fingering himself.

“I might, if you ask nicely.” Draco admitted, making a shiver run up Harry’s spine at the prospect.

“Please would you be so kind as to get on your knees?” He remarked almost sarcastically, making Draco roll his eyes.

Despite the way he’d gone about it, Draco actually seemed to consider it as he shifted on his feet before sinking down to the floor.

Harry watched him as his breathing quickened, making quick work of unbuttoning his jeans just incase Draco had time to think about it and change his mind.

Draco bought the hand he wasn’t using to loosen himself up to the waistband of them, pulling them down almost eagerly as Harry watched.

He wrapped his hand around his cock as soon as it had sprung free, making Harry’s breathing catch in his throat as he attempted to suppress the sound that was trying to escape him at the action.

Draco wrapped his tongue around the head of it, looking up at Harry with determination in his brow as he took him the rest of the way in his mouth, his cock hitting the back of his throat easily.

He continued to ease his fingers into himself as he did it, and Harry had an almost completely uninterrupted view of it now that he was beneath him. His legs were parted as he sat on his knees, his one hand moving behind him in a practiced manner as he moved his head back again, moving his tongue with it intentionally with his hand still wrapped around his cock.

“Fuck. You’ve done this before?” Harry guessed lowly, his practiced movements seeming far too experienced for him to be an amateur.

Draco just hummed around him, not pulling away to answer as he continued his movements, making Harry’s head tilt back as he pressed him into the wall behind him.

“How much can you take?” Harry asked, looking back down at him as Draco somehow smirked up at him even with his dick in his mouth.

He answered with a demonstration, taking Harry all the way into his mouth without issue; the sight filling him with unadulterated lust.

Harry almost grinned down at him, a breathy chuckle escaping him that bordered on a groan as he laced his hands through Draco’s hair and attempted to control the way he was sucking him off.

Draco didn’t argue, his eyes swimming with a similar arousal as Harry attempted to take control. Perhaps Draco wanted to be controlled and overpowered.

Harry tested the waters further by urging his cock further into his mouth, Draco not fighting his actions at all as he allowed him to rock his hips even further into his throat.

“You’re good at this.” He breathed, watching him as he continued, his eyes fighting between watching him finger himself or watching him suck him off.

“Just tap out if I go too far.” He suggested, the request not really making sense until he tightened his hands into his hair and rocked his hips more insistently, starting to fuck Draco’s mouth rather than just allow him to suck him off.

Draco almost moaned around him, obviously enjoying the outright show of deliberate control that Harry was attempting to exert over him.

This spurred Harry on further, and he tilted his head back into the wall as the sensation of Draco’s mouth enveloped him completely as he continued to urge his cock further than before, hitting the back of his throat and even further as his hands tightened into his hair.

“Fucking hell.” He groaned, forcing his eyes back down onto him as he continued to watch. He didn’t want to miss even a second of this.

Draco was watching him in a similar way, his eyes lit up with excitement and arousal as Harry practically throat fucked him. He didn’t seem to struggle a single bit, which made Harry even more overcome with lust.

Harry wrapped one of his hands around his throat as he guided him further, one of his hands remaining at the back of his head as he continued to rock his hips insistently into him.

He tightened the hand around his throat, the action adding to the sensation as it made Draco’s throat tighten around his cock. He didn’t choke him for very long, loosening his grip every few seconds to allow Draco to breathe, not wanting to take it too far and cause this to end.

Draco moaned around him again, breathing through his nose whenever Harry actually allowed him to and letting him know that he was actually enjoying it.

He still continued fingering himself, his other hand coming up to Harry’s hip as he braced himself against it.

“How many guys have you sucked off to get this good, hm?” Harry asked almost mockingly, his voice low and dripping with arousal as he fucked his mouth roughly and tightened his hand around his throat again. “So fucking good.”

Draco ceased loosening himself up now, bringing both of his hands up to Harry’s hips and gripping on to them desperately.

Harry took this as a warning or a sign that he might be taking things too far, and he loosened his hold on both his throat and his hair as he allowed Draco to pull away, ceasing the insistent rocking of his hips at the same time.

Draco panted as he pulled away, sitting back on his feet as he looked up at him. “That’s enough.”

Harry watched as he got to his feet, bringing his hands up to Harry’s hair as he pulled him against him roughly. “Fuck me.”

Harry’s breath caught in his throat at the sudden desperation in Draco’s demeanour before he got ahold of himself, smirking and breathing a short laugh.

“You seem awfully eager for someone who was not long insisting doesn’t take dick.”

“Shut up.” Draco quipped back, tightening his hands into Harry’s clothes as he pushed him against the wall.

Harry laughed again, bringing his hands up to his face and forcing his fingers into his mouth instead. “Suck.” He instructed and Draco listened almost instantly, closing his lips around his fingers and moving his tongue around them intentionally.

They held each other’s eyes as he did this, and Harry felt his arousal impossibly heighten as he sucked on his fingers, the action making a thrum of need pull from somewhere deep inside him.

He took his fingers back, pulling Draco into him as he bought his hand back down behind him and teased his entrance with them, making Draco’s hold on him tighten.

“Potter, I said-” He started to complain, but Harry ignored it as he thrust his fingers into him almost roughly, making him jolt against him.

“I’ll fuck you, have some patience.” He murmured, enjoying the way Draco clung to him as he thrust his fingers in and out of him just as he’d been watching him do to himself all this time.

He lifted his leg up to his hip for a better angle, making Draco’s hold tighten as he attempted to steady himself while being manhandled this way.

He didn’t do it for long, being satisfied with how easy his fingers were sliding into him; regardless of how much they still seemed to hate each other, he didn’t actually want to hurt him.

“Turn around.”

“Why? Just fuck me like this.” Draco argued, seeming too desperate to even take the time to pull away from him for even a second.

“I don’t wanna have to look at you.” Harry mocked, pushing him away and turning him around himself.

Draco scoffed a laugh as he braced his hands on the wall opposite, “Why? Worried that you’ll realise how attracted to me you are?”

“Something like that.” Harry mused, holding his hips and lining himself up with Draco’s entrance.

“Hurry up.” Draco complained at him impatiently, urging himself back into him but not taking control completely, likely wanting Harry to fuck him however he wanted.

“Shut the fuck up.” Harry breathed, urging his hips forward as he eased his cock into him slowly.

They both seemed to have held their breath as he did it, both of them only releasing it when Harry had eased into him fully.

“Is that… Okay?” He asked breathlessly, his voice shaking as he took in this new feeling.

He’d had sex before, but it was almost always gentle and slow, Ginny having been just as inexperienced as him. This was different. Draco had been open about having fucked more than one person before; Harry wasn’t sure what he had to compete with.

“It’s fine, Potter.” He breathed, bracing his hands against the wall still.

Draco felt tight around him and Harry understood now the need to loosen him up before if he was still this tight after the fact.

He eased out of him marginally, pressing himself back into him as he rocked his hips slowly, acclimatising both of them to this new feeling. He knew, or assumed, that Draco hadn’t ever done this before; having loosely admitted his sexual history already.

“So fucking tight.” He breathed harshly, his hands tightening on Draco’s hips as he resisted the urge to thrust into him.

“Yes, well done. You know I’ve never taken cock before, Potter.” Draco responded sarcastically, making Harry grin down at him at his continued provocation. He obviously enjoyed it when Harry reacted to it.

He eased out of him almost fully before he tightened his hold, “What’d you say?”

“I said- Fuck!” Draco started to respond again before Harry thrust into him fully, bottoming out completely as their skin came flush with each other.

“Hm?” Harry pressed again, acting as if he wasn’t intentionally attempting to render Draco incapable of general speech.

“You’re such a prick.” Draco laughed, pushing himself back into Harry as he tightened around him, making Harry’s grip on his hips tighten as his breath caught in his chest at the action.

“Yeah? You think so?” He mocked before he pulled out again, thrusting into him roughly now that he knew that it’s exactly what Draco wanted.

“Fuck! Yeah- I do.” He still responded, spurring Harry on further as he continued to fuck into him, his hips slamming into him with every thrust of his cock.

“How come?” He asked questioningly, able to keep his tone almost even except for the strain in his voice from the effort of his thrusts.

“Just shut up.” Draco replied shakily, tightening his hands into fists against the wall as he moaned unrestrained and Harry continued to fuck him.

Harry actually listened, smirking to himself as he gave in to the urge to fuck Draco however he wanted. He moved instinctively, his hands holding Draco’s hips in place as he slammed into him, relishing in the moans he was able to elicit with the action.

“Fuck- Potter!” Draco moaned, moving in succession with Harry’s thrusts as he moved back into him, both of them establishing a steady rhythm with each other as the sound of their fucking filled the cramped cupboard and probably the room outside of it as well.

Harry only fleetingly hoped that Seamus wouldn’t come back now, though he didn’t really heed to the thought; he had far more important things to focus on right now. The way that Draco looked getting fucked by him, for example.

“Is it good?” Harry asked, sounding confident as he laid his fingers across his hips, the tips of them skimming over his stomach as he thrusted into him again.

“Obviously.” Draco almost scoffed back at him, though it lacked the usual bite since he was attempting to keep his voice even at the same time.

“Yeah? Tell me how good.”

“Fuck- off.” Draco refused, making Harry only chuckle at his stubbornness.

“If you don’t tell me, I’ll stop.” He threatened, thrusting into him harshly “Tell me how good it feels to get fucked for the first time.”

“Fuck! Good- It feels good.” Draco responded, and Harry slowed his hips marginally in protest at his inadequate response. “So fucking good.” He added with a whisper, dropping his head between his arms as he pushed himself off the wall and further onto Harry’s cock.

Harry smirked at the response, resuming his earlier pace as he submitted to his request.

“Is that the best you can do, though?” He quipped back at him, seeming to be provoking Harry even further.

“This not good enough for you?” He asked lowly, sounding mildly amused by his further provocation; it was obvious he was enjoying this. Harry definitely wasn’t fucking him inadequately, that was made evident by Draco’s inability to remain upright or keep quiet.

“No- You scared I’m going to break or something? Fuck me harder.” He responded, actually able to make his words sound mocking regardless of the way his voice shook as Harry continued to fuck into him.

“Seriously?” Harry laughed shortly, thrusting into him once more before he slid one of his hands up Draco’s back, taking the material of his shirt with it before he wrapped it around the back of his neck and thrust into him harshly, pulling Draco into him at the same time and eliciting an unsuppressed moan at the action.

“Is this better for you, Malfoy?” He asked tauntingly as he continued that same rhythm, fucking him more roughly than before as he tightened his hand around his neck and slammed his hips into him, the sound of their skin meeting filling the room.

Draco didn’t actually respond, likely being incapable of actual speech as Harry somehow found that spot deep inside of him that made his mind completely blank of anything except the feel of his cock thrusting into him.

“Hm?” Harry pressed once he hadn’t responded, moving his hand from around the back of his neck and up into his hair, tightening into it harshly as he forced his head back up. “Wanna keep running your mouth or…?”

“I can- If-” Draco responded in a whine, making Harry only laugh back at him as he pulled his hair further and tilted his head back.

He let go of his hips completely now, though he continued fucking him deeper and harder than he had been before as he bought his other hand up his back and wrapped it around his throat; though he didn’t tighten it so much that Draco wouldn’t be able to breathe.

“Sounds like you’re having a bit of trouble with your words there, hm?” He spoke lowly into his ear, making a shiver run down Draco’s spine and back up again.

“Potter-” He choked out, gasping as the way that he’d angled his body made him feel like he was fucking into him even deeper than before.

“What’s the matter? Can’t take it?” He whispered tauntingly in his ear, his hips not letting up in the slightest.

“Fuck! Yes-” He whined in response, though it didn’t sound like he was just agreeing to what Harry had said.

“Yeah? This good enough for you, prick?” Harry taunted again, tightening his hold on his throat and restricting his breathing only momentarily before he loosened his hold again, giving Draco a head rush that made it all feel somehow even better.

“Yes! Fuck- Potter!” He whined again, only spurring Harry on further as he pulled Draco flush against him and continued the unrelenting rhythm of his hips.

“Yeah? Keep fucking telling me.” He instructed, letting go of his hair and sliding his hand down his front to settle on his lower abdomen.

“Yes- It’s good, so fucking good.” Draco choked, “Don’t fucking stop, I swear to- Fuck!”

Harry smirked into his neck as his hand flattened on his stomach, feeling his cock move into him from the other side and accentuating his thrusts. It was such a dramatic difference in such a simple action, and Harry almost hated himself for not entertaining the idea of fucking Draco sooner.

“You can feel my cock going into you right here.” He murmured, pressing pointedly into his stomach and making Draco jolt against him as he drove his cock deeper into him. “Feel it.”

“No-” Draco panted, but Harry just ignored his protests and grasped his hand on the wall before bringing it down to his stomach and flattening it in the same place, keeping his own hand on top of it as he applied pressure with both of their hands insistently as he continued fucking him roughly.

“Feel that?” He taunted, trailing his lips up his neck to his ear before he spoke into it directly. “Feel me fucking you?”

Draco shuddered against him as he spoke, and it wasn’t clear whether he was reacting to the pressure of their hands on his abdomen or his dirty words right in his ear.

He let his head fall back into Harry’s shoulder and he tightened his hand around his throat again, holding Draco’s hand in place over his lower abdomen as he grinned down at him. “Tell me.”

“No.” Draco refused, or maybe he was answering Harry’s question.

Even though Harry knew he was only really speaking mindlessly, his grin widened as he pressed both of their hands into his stomach insistently, applying more pressure and making Draco’s body arch into him as he both tried to escape the sensation and feel more of it. He knew that Draco could feel it, because he could feel it on the tips of his fingers as they laced in between his.

“No? You don’t feel that?” He murmured, an edge of smug amusement in his tone at Draco’s refusal to submit to him even now.

“Potter!” He whined against him as he tried to retract his hand, but Harry held it in place and pressed it into him further.

“Just tell me, Malfoy. I’ll let go once you do.”

“Fuck! Yes- Yes, I feel it.” He whimpered, making Harry smirk against his ear.

“What do you feel?” He teased further, lessening the pressure only slightly but not allowing Draco to retract his hand altogether.

“You- Your cock- fucking me. So fucking deep-” He panted harshly, and Harry let his hand go before he braced it against the wall with Draco’s, lacing their fingers together.

“Was that so hard?” He murmured, trailing his lips down his neck again before he sucked on it.

“Fuck you.” Draco breathed almost bitterly, though his body relaxed against him slightly at the unrelenting pressure that Harry had introduced being taken away.

“You’re already doing that.” Harry spoke into his skin, and he was sure that Draco would have rolled his eyes if he was physically able.

Harry tightened his hold around his throat as he tilted his head back, his other hand tightening around Draco’s as he laced his tongue in with his suddenly, kissing him desperately as they both moaned against each other.

Draco didn’t fight him on it, his free hand coming up and into Harry’s hair as he kissed him back as best he could while Harry’s hips still fucked into him from behind.

Harry hadn’t realised that they hadn’t kissed at this point, and he suddenly regretted that immensely. He wanted to kiss him more, but Draco was struggling against him as it was.

Harry pulled away, releasing his hand and his throat as he pulled out of him completely.

“What-” Draco protested the action before Harry held his face in his hands, kissing him and turning his body as he pressed him into the wall.

He wordlessly lifted him off the floor, supporting his back as Draco naturally wrapped himself around him at the sudden action.

“Potter- What the fuck are you doing?” Draco panted against him, resisting his lips as he tilted his head away from him.

“I want to do it like this.” He insisted, lifting his leg up and around his waist as he lined his cock up with his entrance again. “Yes?” He asked, seeming to be looking for consent to switch positions after he’d already done it.

“Bit late to ask now, isn’t it?” Draco asked sarcastically, still breathless from Harry fucking him only seconds ago.

“Not a no.” Harry shrugged before he thrust himself into him again, making Draco lean back into the wall before he tightened his hold on him, worried that he was going to fall from the action.

Draco shuddered as his cock slammed into him again, not easing into him like he had done last time since he’d already been fucking him roughly, he didn’t feel the need to be gentle.

“Potter!” He complained, but it was underlined with pleading as Harry continued to fuck him from a completely different angle.

It felt entirely different than before, and even though Draco had gotten used to his size, it felt like he had only just eased into him again; but in a good way.

Harry pressed him into the wall, hooking his arms under his legs and holding onto his hips as he continued to fuck him despite Draco’s half protests, cutting them short as he pressed himself into him and kissed him again.

Draco tightened his arms around his neck, kissing him back despite himself as Harry easily fucked into that spot deep inside him that had him seeing stars; even without the addition of his hand pressing it into his cock as he thrust into him.

“You feel so fucking good.” Harry murmured into their kiss, not ceasing the movement of his hips and only momentarily pausing the movement of his lips against his before he entwined their tongues together again.

“Did you- only want to fuck me like this so you could kiss me?” Draco asked breathlessly, tilting his head away from him and not allowing Harry to kiss him again.

“Yes.” Harry admitted without pause, bringing his hand up to Draco’s jaw as he tilted his head back into him and resumed their kissing, making Draco instinctively tighten his legs around his waist on impulse.

“Relax, I won’t drop you.” Harry muttered almost bitterly against his lips, though he still bought his hand back down to hold Draco up now that he’d been allowed to kiss him again.

Draco allowed it, kissing him back as best he could while Harry was still fucking him into the wall, feeling that all familiar build at the base of his spine as he shuddered.

“Potter, I’m gonna come.” He breathed, and Harry didn’t seem deterred by that fact at all.

“Not yet.” He protested, though he didn’t ease the force of his thrusts or the pace as he nipped Draco’s bottom lip with his teeth. “Wait for me.”

They held each other’s eyes now, something that made this entire interaction feel much more intense now that they were facing each other.

Perhaps Harry had a point with making Draco turn around in the first place.

“Fucking hurry up, then.” Draco panted harshly, feeling himself approach the brink of his orgasm far quicker than he was able to put a stop to.

Harry laughed against him, somehow finding it in himself to cease kissing him and increase the pace of his hips as he fucked into Draco more roughly than before.

He didn’t even think that would have been possible; Harry was a fucking animal. He definitely hadn’t expected this when he’d entertained the possibility, because Harry had said he’d never even been with a man before.

“So fucking commanding.” He laughed bitterly as he tilted his head back, watching Draco as he continued to fuck him.

He loved watching him lose his mind, and he was undeniably close as well. “Should I pull out? Can I come inside?”

Draco’s breath caught in his throat at the question; he hadn’t really considered it. He knew that Harry wasn’t wearing a condom, because he hadn’t made him. Not that they even had any. This felt too good to tell him to stop, even if it was for a second.

“Yes. Just come.” Draco panted, making Harry grin down at him as he continued to slam his hips against him.

“Fuck.” Harry groaned as he felt his release approach, pressing Draco further into the wall as he slid his hands up his back and pulled him against him at the same time.

Draco tightened his hold on him at the same time, feeling his climax crash into him more intensely than he’d ever felt it.

He came between them, tightening around Harry as he clung to him desperately; driving Harry over the same edge as he continued to fuck him.

He heard as Harry panted harshly into his ear, his moans diluting the edges of his breathing as he tightened his hands into his shirt that had been pulled up and pooled around his chest.

“Fuck- Malfoy-” He almost whimpered in his ear, making a shiver run down his spine before he felt Harry tense against him, his thrusts becoming less practiced and more desperate as he came inside him.

Draco felt his cock pulse as he tightened around him further, his nails digging into Harry’s neck as they both came almost at the exact same time.

Draco’s orgasm had begun to ebb away now, but Harry still thrusted into him lazily a few more times before he seemed to stop chasing after the feeling, still panting and moaning into his neck as he held him against the wall.

They panted against each other, Harry pulling away to look at him after he had finally stilled.

Unexpectedly, he kissed Draco again, only this time it was driven by something other than general desperation or lust. It was slow and deliberate, though admittedly it was still laced with desire.

It felt to Draco like he was trying to continue or reassure him that this definitely wouldn’t be the last time this happens, but then he still pulled away again, leaving Draco wanting.

Harry swallowed as he unhooked his arms from under his legs, holding his hips as he pulled his cock out of him slowly.

He watched as the evidence of his orgasm dripped out of him, the sight kind of making him want to fuck him all over again. Though, he resisted.

Clearing his throat, he placed Draco back on to the ground gently, ensuring that he had found his footing before he let him go and stepped back; though it was a very short step before he met the wall again.

The cupboard they had been locked in felt far too hot now, and only then did they both realise that they’d still be locked in with each other whether they gave into the premise of the game that had led to this or not.

Draco leaned back against the wall, panting the same as Harry as they both stared at each other.

“Are you…” Harry started, running his hands through his hair habitually and noticing that it was slightly damp from sweat.

“Don’t you dare ask me if I’m okay after you just fucked me like a damn animal.” Draco interrupted him, though he sounded mostly amused if you didn’t heed to the way his voice shook.

Harry breathed a laugh, looking down at nothing in particular as he fixed his clothes, pulling his shirt all the way back down and re-buttoning his jeans. “I would say I’m sorry, but I’d be lying.”

Draco scoffed a laugh at him as he mirrored him, fixing his own clothes and hair as best as he was able. “Yeah. I wouldn’t believe you even if you did.”

Harry laughed back at him, unsure of what to really say now. He’d never been locked in a cupboard with someone he supposedly hated but then just fucked at the same time.

“Still… I did better than you expected, didn’t I?” He almost teased, knowing that Draco didn’t really think much of him before they’d started actually entertaining the idea of them fucking.

“You want me to praise you, Potter?” Draco mocked, crossing his arms over his chest as he still leaned himself in to the wall, though Harry suspected that he was supporting himself more than anything.

“I think it’s the least you could do after I fucked you like that.” Harry mused, making Draco roll his eyes; though he still looked amused.

“Right. Thank you for your service, O Chosen One.” He remarked sarcastically, making Harry roll his eyes back at him.

“Piss off.” He laughed, relaxing back into the wall as it became apparent that Draco wasn’t going to praise him.

It didn’t feel as awkward as Harry might have thought, the only awkward thing really being that they were still locked in a very small space together.

They both jumped slightly when they heard a door open again in the room outside, both of them staying completely still and silent as they listened to them approach.

“Sorry, guys. Mcgonagall wouldn’t fuck off.” Seamus explained from the other side of the door, making both of them relax as the prospect of being free became apparent.

“Fucking finally. Let me out.” Harry replied, straightening up off the wall and holding the door handle expectantly before he heard Hermione cast a repairing charm on the other side.

He breathed a sigh of relief when the door finally opened, and stepped out only half a step before he realised that Hermione, Seamus and Ron were all staring at him in shock.

“What?”

“You fucked!” Seamus accused, making him scoff in denial.

“Fuck off. No we didn’t.”

“Harry…” Ron started wearily, making Harry second guess himself.

“What?” He insisted, stepping fully out of the cupboard and allowing Draco to follow him, both of them breathing a sigh of relief at actually having fresh air to breathe.

“Look at him, and look at you.” Ron continued, making both Draco and Harry look at each other.

Truthfully, they both did look quite out of sorts; both of their hair out of place, Harry’s even more than usual, and still flushed.

“What, because I’m sweating? It was hot in there.” He continued defensively, stubbornly clinging to his denial.

“Wonder why…” Seamus mused, making Harry shoot a glare at him. “What about your clothes, then?”

Harry looked down at himself and then over at Draco. Their clothes looked only slightly out of place, being wrinkled from having been bunched up or held on to.

“What about them?” Harry asked, trying to act as if he didn’t even notice. Seamus laughed at him almost sarcastically before looking over to Ron and holding out his hand expectantly.

“Pay up, Ronald.”

Ron scoffed at him, shoving his hand into his pocket and practically throwing a few coins at him.

“You had a fucking bet?” Harry asked, being able to discern that simple fact from that interaction.

“Yeah, well. I didn’t think you’d ever fucking do it in a million years. You really let me down there, Harry.” Ron sighed, making Harry scoff at him.

“Seriously? You keep me locked in a cupboard for hours for a fucking bet?” He accused mostly Seamus, who had been the one to force him into the cupboard in the first place.

“It was only supposed to be seven minutes!” He defended, holding up his hands defensively. “I didn’t actually mean to break the door! And how was I supposed to know that Mcgonagall was gonna come knocking?”

“I’m suspecting foul play, actually.” Hermione mused, seeming amused by the entire interaction.

“It’s not funny!” Harry almost yelled, though Draco clearly disagreed and laughed next to him.

“Calm down, Harry. At least you got laid.” Ron laughed as well, making Harry glare at him. He didn’t think Ron of all people would be entertained by him hooking up with Draco, he was almost completely sure he still hated his guts.

“Yeah, fucking brilliant.” He scoffed, running his hand through his hair and looking over at Draco with a frown, “Were you involved in this?”

“Of course not, don’t be ridiculous.” Draco scoffed back at him.

“Yeah, that wouldn’t be a very fair bet.” Seamus argued, and Harry glared at him again.

“You’re all fucking mental. I’m going to bed.” He glared at all three of them, grabbing Draco’s arm and dragging him out of the room with him, much to everyone’s surprise. Except maybe Hermione.

“Where are we going?” Draco asked once he had dragged him halfway down the hallway. He hadn’t really fought him on it, to be fair. He was a little shocked at first, but he didn’t hesitate in following him.

“I don’t know. I just didn’t think you’d want to be left alone with all of them without any of your own friends around.” He admitted, letting go of his arm and slowing his step marginally as his irritation ebbed away.

It’s not like he could be all that mad, he didn’t exactly regret fucking Malfoy. Maybe he should’ve even been thankful to Ron and Seamus that he’d given him the chance, though he didn’t think he should go that far.

Harry sighed to himself as Draco trailed at his side, following him to wherever he was going. “How kind of you.” He remarked sarcastically, though there was an underlying gratitude in his tone at Harry actually thinking about his comfort.

“It’s my duty as the Chosen One.” He mused, his feet slowing to a casual stroll as he made his way back to the general direction of the dorms.

“It’s your duty to fuck ex-Death Eaters and then uselessly lie to your friends about it?” He responded sarcastically, making Harry roll his eyes at him.

“Yep. Wanna help me accomplish my destiny and come back to my dorm?” He asked suggestively, only being half serious.

“I’d thank you for a shower first, Potter.” Draco scoffed, seeming amused by Harry’s enthusiasm to fuck him again.

“Right. After, then.” He mused, making Draco roll his eyes.

4) Beta Epsilon Gamma (Time To BEG) | Explicit | 5,380 words

Louis wants to be part of Beta Epsilon Gamma more than anything, and he's willing to do whatever it takes to get in.

5) Louis' Pot-Tea Mouth | Not Rated | 5,663 words

Louis swears in front of his nephew and he gets in trouble with his sister... again!

6) My Kingdom for a Kiss Upon His Shoulder | Explicit | 5,864 words

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7) I'd Walk Through Fire For You | Explicit | 7,490 words

Harry and Louis have been friends with benefits for years and living together for four months when Louis seems to catch a very mysterious disease. Trying to cope with his unsettled Omega, Louis doesn’t realise what’s going on until he ends up in the hospital being told he's pregnant. And well, fuck. That wasn’t planned at all.

8) Have You Ever Tried (This One) | Explicit | 9,340 words

Louis is pregnant and one of his cravings is to have a threesome.

9) I Got This Picture Of Us, Gets In My Head | Not Rated | 2,377 words

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10) I Know I'd Never Be Me Without The Security Of Your Loving Arms | Explicit | 16,594 words

Louis is the most beloved prince of all, and Harry is his bodyguard. They have a secret relationship and haven't yet planned to tell anyone—or so they thought—until an unexpected pregnancy arrives, changing everything and causing a bit of a stir and chaos in the palace.

11) Blaue Augen | Explicit | 20,212 words

Hazel perfectly remembers the first moment she saw Louise. On television, playing Swanilda in a regional production of Coppelia in Strasbourg, completely beautiful and captivating, capable of drawing the eyes of the entire audience to her alone. It was there that Hazel fell in love with ballet — and with Louise at the same time. Not even in her wildest dreams, however, could the alpha have imagined that she would end up married to that stunning ballerina she saw on TV.

12) Lamaze Class | Explicit | 20,712 words

Pregnant Louis gets really horny during Lamaze class and Harry fucks him during class without anyone knowing. Like on his lap or under a blanket, etc.

13) No Place I'd Rather Be | Not Rated | 24,561 words

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14) Baby This Is The Plan From The Moment We Met | Explicit | 28,640 words

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15) You’re My Favorite Anomaly | Explicit | 47,190 words

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16) In Sickness and in Health | Explicit | 47,628 words

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17) Not Afraid | Mature | 67,557 words

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18) Might As Well | Mature | 111,108 words

Amidst hopping from one interview to the other, Louis Tomlinson makes friends with an old cat, and gives a piece of his heart to a little alpha. Until he finally lands a job at Art Axis, a prestigious architectural firm. Lives collide, fates intertwine, and love is limitless.

19) Guarding Your Life | Teens & Up | 150,625 words

Louis Tomlinson, 23, is a global pop icon harboring a dangerous secret: he has epilepsy. His ruthless manager, Simon, forces him to hide his condition to maximize profits, leaving Louis to rely on bandmates Niall and Zayn to cover for his frequent seizures. When Louis nearly collapses during a show, his tour manager Liam realizes the situation is critical. Liam recruits his step-brother, 28-year-old Harry Styles, to intervene. A former doctor who quit the medical field due to extreme burnout, Harry is hired under the guise of a bodyguard. While the public sees a protector, Harry’s real mission is to provide 24/7 medical supervision—managing Louis’ medications, sleep, and post-seizure recovery. The partnership is an immediate disaster. Louis, fiercely independent, resents his "babysitter" and treats Harry with cold hostility, dodging medical checks and acting out. Harry, battle-worn and short on patience, views Louis as a spoiled star who refuses to prioritize his life. As Simon pushes Louis toward a breaking point and his seizures grow more frequent, the two are forced into a claustrophobic proximity. Amidst the chaos of fame and a failing body, the tension between them shifts from resentment toward a life-saving bond.

20) Bigger Than Me | Mature | 182,757 words

At the heart of a scientific expedition deep within a forgotten sinkhole, Harry and Louis vanish. Swallowed by the mountain. While the rest of their team believes them dead, the two men uncover an impossible world hidden beneath the earth: ancient frescoes, submerged temples, a radiant source that defies all logic, and the remains of a civilisation built around a mysterious bond between souls. Trapped within the mountain’s depths, Harry and Louis have no choice but to keep moving forward. But the deeper they descend into the sanctuary hidden beneath the stone, the more the boundaries between myth, memory, and destiny begin to unravel. And when the outside world finally finds them again, something has changed. Within the mountain. Within humanity. And most of all, within themselves. Between survival, love, reincarnation, and ancient secrets, Harry and Louis must discover just how far a soul will go to find the one it has always belonged to.

21) Love Can Burn Like A Cigarette | Explicit | 185,686 words

Harry Styles was no honorable man. Ruthless and driven, he manipulated those around him to get what he wanted—including Louis Tomlinson, his innocent assistant. When Louis discovers Harry’s true intentions, he leaves, heartbroken. But fate intervenes: Louis becomes pregnant, and Harry, unwilling to let Louis and their child be unclaimed, forces Louis into a marriage. Now bound by resentment, their relationship is a storm of anger and regret. Can they ever find peace, or are they doomed to remain trapped in their shared turmoil?

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