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Ron and Hermione had already left for Bill’s at this point, all of them having eaten already and Harry having cleaned up the kitchen and showered. He walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen again, leaning on the doorframe as he watched Draco.

He was sifting through the cupboards; obviously having come to the conclusion that they needed to do some spring cleaning. He had mentioned it to him a few days ago, but he didn’t really think he was being all that serious until now.

Harry guessed he was just bored since they did the same thing practically every day, which was usually nothing except maybe make out or play chess. Then when something exciting did happen it was a 50/50 chance that it’d be a danger to their lives; like when they had been chased by snatchers.

He stepped further into the kitchen, attempting to catch Draco’s attention as he knelt up on the counter to pull out the items that had been long forgotten in the far back.

“How’s it going?” He asked pleasantly and Draco looked back at him, slightly startled by his sudden presence.

“Fine. Don’t touch anything.” He threw over his shoulder, making Harry roll his eyes.

“Wasn’t going to.” He leant against the counter, folding his arms across his chest as he watched Draco rifle through the cupboards.

He knew that Draco was quite particular about how he organised things, given the way he’d repacked the cupboards after Harry had done it; clearly the wrong way. He suspected he had a mild case of OCD or something, but didn’t dream of bringing that up.

His eyes travelled over his body appreciatively, drinking in the sight of him from a different angle. Harry liked looking at him; he was very nice to just look at sometimes. When he didn’t notice Harry staring and get all twisted up the wrong way about it.

He was kneeling on the counter, replacing things up on the highest shelf with his back to Harry, thankfully, so he could stare all he wanted. As he lifted his arms, his shirt lifted ever so briefly with them so that Harry could appreciate a tiny increment of his lower back.

He averted his eyes, clearing his throat as his thoughts ran away with the sight as they always seemed to do whenever Draco so much as showed a hint of skin he wasn’t used to seeing.

He picked up a box that had been left on the counter, the memory of Ron bringing it back last week and bragging that Fred and George had given them to him when he’d already eaten three of them whole, then he realised that maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to eat things that the twins had given him without at least reading the back.

He laughed at the memory, making Draco look back at him curiously.

“What’s funny?”

“Nothing. I thought we got rid of these.” Harry smiled to himself in amusement, holding up the box pointedly as Draco looked round at him.

“Oh. Why? They’re good.” He replied casually, making Harry still before he turned towards him.

“You ate them?” He asked, attempting to keep the sudden worry out of his tone.

“Yeah. Is that not okay? Are they Weasley’s or something?” Draco looked back at him fully, his body half twisted with the action as he still remained on his knees on the counter.

“Um…” Harry shifted on his feet, not wanting to cause a panic. He seemed to be fine.

“How long ago did you take them?” He asked, and Draco looked slightly confused by his use of words. He braced his hands into his lap as he completely abandoned the boxes he had been sorting into the cupboards.

“Like twenty minutes ago, why?” He looked slightly worried now, Harry obviously not being as inconspicuous about his own worry.

“How… do you feel?”

“Why? What are they?” Draco jumped off of the counter now and approached him, Harry tightened his hold on the box still in his hands as he shifted it out of his reach.

There was no point in panicking him if he was completely fine, surely he’d have felt something already if it had been twenty minutes.

“Do you feel… normal?”

“For Merlin’s sake, Potter! Tell me what’s happening!” Draco almost yelled at him, his voice elevated with both panic and irritation.

“Just answer the question! Do you feel any different?” Harry tried to be calming, but he wasn’t sure if it exactly worked.

Regardless, Draco looked down at the box then back up at Harry before taking a steeling breath, contemplating his words

“I don’t know- I feel… hot, I suppose?” He swallowed, putting his hand on his chest, “And my-my heart is beating too fast, I think.”

Harry put the box down on the counter, sighing a breath. “Is that because you’re panicking, or did you feel like that before I asked?”

Draco looked down, contemplating. His hands were now clenched at his sides as he flexed his fingers, trying to discern if anything different was happening with his body.

“I… I don’t know. I can’t remember. I don’t think so.” He finally answered and Harry pursed his lips at him.

He knew that once he explained it to him, he’d probably overthink himself into reacting to it regardless of if it had actually had a physical effect on him or not.

“Okay. Don’t freak out, alright?” He hesitantly picked up the box again and handed it to him, allowing him to read what it actually was that he’d unintentionally taken.

Draco exhaled sharply as he read it, his eyebrows pulling together as Harry’s concern begun to make sense.

“Aphrodisiacs?!” He asked incredulously, his voice shaking as he looked back up at him. “Why the hell do you have aphrodisiacs when you’re supposed to be on the run from a hoard or murderers?”

“They’re not mine! And we didn’t buy them or anything! George and Fred gave them to Ron and he took them without reading the box either!”

“Oh God!” Draco choked, his panic rising, “Did he die? I really feel like I’m going to die.”

“Of course he didn’t die you idiot. You’re not going to die, just- calm down. I told you not to freak out.” Harry watched as he paced the length of the kitchen, his fingers tightening around the collar of his shirt as if it was strangling him.

“I’m really hot. Aren’t you hot?” He asked, his words too rushed.

Harry held him by his shoulders, ceasing his feet from walking up and down the room again before he took his hands, prying them away from his clothes and forcing him to look at him.

“Look, you’re fine. You said you felt fine before, right? This is all just in your head. You think you’d feel like this if I hadn’t said anything?” He tried to reason with him, and thankfully Draco seemed to actually be listening.

“I suppose. I’m just- I’m really hot. And thirsty.” He swallowed after he spoke, taking his hands out of Harry’s and fanning himself with them dramatically.

His face was flushed, so Harry didn’t think he was lying about being hot, but he also didn’t think that it was a symptom of whatever concoction Fred and George had put in that product.

“It’s alright, okay? Just sit down, I’ll get you some water.” He urged him back to the kitchen counter before turning towards the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water that thankfully had been stocked some time in the past few days.

“Here.” He handed it back to him and he took it quickly, finishing most of it in only a few seconds.

“Thank you.” He breathed when he’d bought the bottle down from his lips, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand from the water that had dripped down his chin.

He sounded a bit calmer now, and Harry hoped that he’d actually listened to him.

“How do you feel now?” He was standing a few feet away from him as if he was scared that if he got too close he would freak out again.

“I don’t know. Okay, I think.”

“Maybe… maybe they just didn’t work?” Harry reasoned, hoping that this would be reassuring enough to calm him completely. He also hoped that it would be true.

“Possibly. Did Weasley not react to them?” He asked, finally looking back up at Harry without that panicked look in his eyes.

“No. Well, Hermione cast some counter-charm before we got the chance to find out.”

“Well, can’t you cast that counter-charm on me? Just to be sure?”

“I don’t know what charm she used.”

“Well why the hell not?”

“Well! I didn’t think I’d be needing it again! I thought we chucked them out!” Harry threw his hands up in exasperation at the blame somehow being shifted to him.

Draco narrowed his eyes at him a fraction, which gave Harry hope that he was unchanged by the apparent aphrodisiac he’d taken. He’d seen Draco aroused, and this definitely wasn’t it.

They stared at each other for a long moment, the way that Draco held his eyes somehow making his throat feel dry. He swallowed, attempting to push past the feeling. Thankfully, Draco looked away after a few beats and he felt the atmosphere lift instantly.

“I’m going to just… carry on.” He said, turning back towards the cupboard he had not long been filling with the boxes and packets that now laid forgotten on the counter.

“Alright. I’ll leave you to it, then.” Harry cleared his throat, attempting to brush off the interaction that he wasn’t sure even happened outside of his own head.

“No. Stay.”

Something in the tone of Draco’s voice made Harry freeze, a suppressed shiver running up his spine as he spoke. It was almost commanding.

Draco didn’t turn to him to make sure he listened, but he hesitated anyway, swallowing his breath as he leaned back on the counter. “Alright…” He almost whispered in response, his voice lost with the feeling crawling up from the depths of him.

Harry didn’t quite understand why the tone of his voice paired with his commanding words had made him react this way. He’d never been one to enjoy being told what to do, but something about the way Draco said it made him want to listen.

Did it turn him on? Or was he just listening because he was worried for him? It was different to the pleading way Draco had asked him to stay before for comfort. Because it wasn’t a question this time.

Silence stretched between them as Harry tried to make sense of this feeling currently growing in the pit of his stomach. He kind of wanted to do something so he’d speak to him in that way again. He didn’t, and instead just watched as he continued sorting boxes into cupboards.

Draco’s breathing deepened with each passing minute, but Harry didn’t really notice since it was gradual. It only got bought to his attention when he shifted onto the counter, sitting with his legs off the edge rather than kneeling on top of it.

“Are you okay?” He asked, stepping towards him, his voice laced with concern. His face was more flushed than it had been before, and it made Harry think that maybe the aphrodisiac had worked after all.

“Just… lightheaded.” Draco admitted, that commanding tinge gone with his breathlessness. Perhaps Harry had just imagined it.

“Shall we go sit down?” Harry offered, bringing his arms up to support him if he needed it.

“Yeah. Okay.” Draco agreed, sliding himself off the counter fully and supporting himself on Harry’s arms.

“Can you walk?” Harry asked, taking in his unfocused gaze and the sweatiness of his palms.

“Yeah. Yeah, I think so.” Draco swallowed before he let go, stepping unsteadily past Harry but remaining upright, his footsteps uneven as he continued on to the lounge.

Harry followed closely behind him, being wary whenever his footsteps faltered or his breathing deepened too much. He didn’t want to crowd him, feeling as though Draco would probably get annoyed if he treated him like a child.

He watched as he stumbled into the sofa, collapsing down onto it and running his hands down his face as he sunk back into it.

“I think it’s taken effect.” He pointed out needlessly, sounding less panicked than he had been before, thankfully.

Harry sat next to him hesitantly, wondering if he’d want space or not.

No. Stay.

He swallowed as he recalled his reaction when he proposed leaving him alone last time.

“Is there anything I can do?” He asked instead quietly, watching as Draco let his hands fall into his lap and he looked back at him.

“What are you offering?” Draco whispered back to him, his eyes holding Harry’s as the suggestion in his tone settled in.

“Nothing like that.” Harry quickly clarified, knowing that’s probably not the way Draco would want to go about this. “I mean like… water? Or anything?”

Draco scoffed a breathy laugh, looking away from him “Water? Not really quite what I need.” He ran his hands through his hair as he shifted his position, looking less exhausted and maybe more stressed.

“What… What is it that you need?” Harry asked, his voice almost as low as a whisper. He swallowed nervously as Draco looked back at him, seeming to scrutinise his every feature.

“You won’t fuck me, will you?” Draco asked, making Harry’s face heat up as his expression contorted into a shocked sort of horror.

“Of course not.” He reassured him, the way he asked the question making it sound like he was worried that Harry would take advantage of the situation.

“No?” He laughed breathlessly at his assurance, not sounding very convinced. “Why not?”

Harry pursed his lips at the question, wondering if Draco really thought him so deprived that he’d take advantage of him in this state.

“Because you’re not in your right mind. I’m not a rapist.” He leaned back into the sofa, crossing his arms over his chest and sounded slightly offended by the question.

Draco nodded at him and laughed again before he went silent, dragging his hands through his hair as he wrapped his arms around himself like he was trying to hold himself together.

“What if… I asked you to?” He continued after a long stretch of silence, making Harry’s eyes shoot up to him, his mouth hanging slightly open in shock at the question.

“What?” He asked in disbelief, which Draco somehow took as Harry just not understanding the question.

“Fuck me.” He replied in a whisper, his voice shaking as he clarified his question, but it also sounded like a request in Harry’s ears.

Harry swallowed, his mouth going dry at the direction the conversation was going. They stared at each other for a long moment before he looked away, his hands tightening into his clothes.

“No.” He clarified again, but he didn’t know whether he was just reinforcing his resolve or denying Draco’s request. “I’m not going to do anything you’re going to regret once it wears off.”

He kept his eyes trained on the coffee table, worried that if he held Draco’s eyes his resolve would crumble.

“Good.” Draco responded, though it didn’t sound like he was pleased with the answer. He didn’t sound upset by it, though Harry thought he could hear a hint of disappointment in his tone.

“Why don’t we do something else? Play a game or something. Maybe it’ll take your mind off it?” Harry finally bought his eyes back up to him, swallowing his unease.

“A game?” Draco asked, his voice slightly amused. “What sort of game?”

“I don’t know… Chess?” Harry suggested, an awkwardness settling between them.

“Chess…” Draco repeated, as if he was tasting the suggestion and trying to decide how he felt about it. “Alright. Sure, let’s play.” He cleared his throat and straightened up, looking over at Harry expectantly.

Harry nodded, quickly getting to his feet and almost running out of the room to escape the tension that had begun to simmer between them.

He released a shaky breath as he approached his bedside cabinet, his hands shaking just as much as he sorted through the compact games and books on top of it. He was extremely thankful he had so many things to be able to distract himself with and hoped that it would also be enough to distract Draco’s mind too.

He picked up the small wooden box, the pieces rattling inside as he did so.

He took a steeling breath as he turned back to the lounge where he knew Draco sat waiting for him, attempting to strengthen his resolve with each step.

“Want to go first?” He asked almost awkwardly when he’d set up the game, looking up at Draco expectantly as he frowned down at it.

He knew it was stupid to sit here and play chess while he knew Draco was struggling so much, but he didn’t know what else he could do other than attempt to take his mind off it.

He knew that he’d never forgive himself if they engaged in anything that he knew Draco wouldn’t do in his right mind, not yet at least.

Draco’s hands shook as he moved his first piece, and they continued to play wordlessly. There was an unspoken tension charging between them, but Harry knew better than to address it. He knew that Draco was struggling, but he didn’t know how to help him.

“Check.” He called when he put his piece down, though it was still laced with an unease. Draco frowned down at the board, running his hand through his hair.

“I don’t want to play this, Potter.” He voiced, sounding slightly annoyed, though he still moved his next piece as he spoke.

“What do you want to play, then?”

Draco scoffed a laugh at him, his hands tightening into his clothes as he bounced his leg restlessly. “I don’t want to play anything.”

“I don’t know what else to do, Draco. I don’t know how I’m supposed to help you.” Harry admitted, abandoning the board on the table as he leaned back into the sofa.

Draco scoffed again, tightening his arms around himself and dropping his head back into the sofa behind him. “You know exactly how to help me.” He voiced bitterly, though it didn’t sound so irritated as it might have done if his voice wasn’t shaking with need.

“I don’t. I’m not going to do that, you know it’s a bad idea.” Harry argued, and Draco practically glared over at him at his rejection.

“Then don’t. You don’t have to fuck me, just… give me something.” He pleaded, though it sounded like a command at the same time.

Harry swallowed, feeling his resolve waver at that desperate look in his eyes.

“No.” He refused, “I’m not going to touch you. I don’t trust myself.” He admitted, tightening his hands into the clothes on his thighs.

“I trust you.” Draco urged, shifting next to him and making Harry’s every instinct scream at him to walk away. “Can’t we just kiss? We kiss all the time, what’s the difference in doing it now?”

Harry frowned down at his hands, considering the request despite himself.

“Just kiss? Nothing else?” He confirmed, reluctantly bringing his eyes up to Draco’s.

Draco nodded, parting his lips as he released a shaky breath, a look of desire in his eyes that almost made Harry’s resolve dissipate right there and then.

“We have to stop if it gets too much, you know that, right?”

“Fine.” Draco hastily agreed, wasting no time at Harry’s apparent agreement.

He closed the gap between them as if it was only a few inches rather than a few feet, his hands tightening into Harry’s clothes before their lips even met as he pulled himself against him.

Harry’s breath caught in his throat and he moaned in surprise as Draco’s lips were suddenly on his, his tongue already moving urgently past his lips and intertwining with his.

They’d kissed before. They’d kissed a lot, actually. But they’d never kissed like this.

Harry bought his hands up into his hair, lacing his fingers through it as he attempted to control the pace that Draco moved against him. He didn’t let him, surprisingly, and rather than allow Harry to press him back into the sofa he shifted on top of him, straddling his lap without allowing their kiss to be broken.

“Draco…” He murmured against his lips, meaning it to be a warning that this was already moving way too fast as he tightened his hold onto his hips in an attempt to still him.

“Mm.” Draco didn’t seem to hear the warning in his words, and if he did he just ignored it as he continued to move his tongue against Harry’s. He ground his hips down into him and he felt as his hardened dick pressed into his lower abdomen.

“Draco.” He voiced, more serious this time.

“What?” He almost complained into the kiss, irritated that Harry was really sticking to his reluctance.

“You’re pushing it.” Harry warned again, though he made no move to push him away.

“Shut up.” Draco responded breathlessly, not ceasing the movement on his lips as he pressed his dick against him again.

“Excuse me?” Harry asked incredulously, holding his hips in place in order to stop him from grinding into him again. He wasn’t really mad, but he had to stop this and now. He bought his hands up to his face and pulled him away gently, making Draco practically glare at him.

“God, you just never shut up, do you? Always running your fucking mouth.” Draco’s stare remained on his as he spoke, pinning him there with his harsh words. Draco’s eyes dropped down to his lips and he descended on them again as Harry’s hold on him slackened.

He kissed him roughly now, holding Harry’s head in his hands as he tilted it back and swirled his tongue with his. His hands laced into his hair and he tightened his fingers into it, making shivers run down his neck all the way to the bottom of his spine.

Harry’s hands fell uselessly onto Draco’s thighs, his entire substance being picked up and played with as Draco continued to press him back into the sofa and circle his tongue around his.

His own dick hardened instantly at the action, and he had to stop himself from practically whimpering as his breathing hitched and his heart stuttered in his chest.

Draco had never kissed him like this before. No one had ever kissed him like this before.

His mind went blank as Draco’s tongue stroked his, stoking the desire that had suddenly flared in his abdomen at being kissed so roughly. It wasn’t even like it was just a desperate kiss, he’d had Draco kiss him desperately before; this was entirely different.

Maybe he was the desperate one. Though, that was hard to come to terms with since Draco was the one under the influence of a sex drug. He didn’t really want it to stop, but he knew he had to put a stop to it. If he didn’t, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop it before it became something that he knew neither of them were ready for.

“Draco-“ He practically whimpered into the kiss, which seemed to spur him on rather than deter him.

He hummed questioningly into his mouth, making no move to cease his efforts as he ground himself down onto Harry’s now hard cock.

Harry had actually forgotten that he wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this, and he got lost with the feeling of Draco’s tongue as it danced with his as if fighting for dominance. It wasn’t much of a fight though, since Harry had already seemed to have lost it.

God, he wished he’d paid more attention to whatever was written on the back of that box. Was this normal?

Draco’s hands travelled from his hair down his body, his fingers skimming over the material of his shirt before they slipped under the hem of it, running his hands over the bare skin of his abdomen before they settled now on Harry’s hips.

He trailed his lips down to his jaw, trailing insistent kisses down his neck before he sucked his skin harshly, making him moan breathlessly against him.

“Can I mark you right here?” He asked commandingly into it, raking his teeth across it as if he were about to sink them into him.

“What…?” He asked breathlessly, his mind barely comprehending the words he’d just spoken before he continued.

“Just so everyone knows. Everyone should know that you belong to me.” He murmured into his skin, but he thankfully made no move to go ahead with the action before Harry answered.

At least he seemed to still have half a mind in that respect.

“Draco- We should stop. This is… It’s going too far.” He said breathlessly, his voice shaking and making the words sound like a lie.

In all honesty, he didn’t really want to stop. But he knew they should; Draco’s behaviour was far too changed for Harry to believe he’d be doing any of this if it wasn’t for his intoxication.

“Mmh. I don’t want to stop.” He murmured against his skin, but still made no move to continue. “I know you don’t, either. I can feel it.” He ground his hips down into him pointedly, proving Harry’s desire as his hard dick pressed into him from below.

They both stilled for a long moment, allowing Harry to actually collect his thoughts as Draco’s lips hovered just over his skin. He knew that if he put his lips on him again his resolve would crumble completely.

“Let’s- Let’s do something else, okay?” He whispered, backing away fractionally, as far as the sofa behind him would allow.

“Like what?” Draco allowed him the minimal distance, pulling away only slightly and looking down at him.

“What-Whatever you want. Just nothing…” Harry trailed off, his eyes being held by Draco’s as he continued to watch him with what looked like curiosity.

“As long as you don’t touch me?” Draco finished for him with a breathy laugh, seeming to collect himself minimally as his primal urge to apparently mark Harry’s skin lessened.

“Yes.” Harry agreed, breathing a sigh of relief when Draco finally pulled away from him fully; though he was still sitting in his lap.

He bought his hands up to Harry’s chest now, flattening out the material as if to iron out the creases with his fingers.

“Promise?” Draco asked, making Harry’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Whatever I want.” He confirmed, his eyes coming back up and holding Harry hostage again.

“As long as there’s a foot of space between us.” Harry countered, ensuring that whatever it was that Draco wanted to do wouldn’t cause him to snap and throw out his condition that they not indulge in these desires.

Draco seemed to ponder the condition for a while and Harry waited for his expression to flash with irritation at his further refusal, but that never came.

Draco smiled down at him now, bringing his hands away from his shirt deliberately before he climbed off him. He seemed to be exhibiting his adherence to the rules Harry had set.

This should have relaxed him, but it just set him more on edge. There was a deliberate glint in Draco’s eyes that told Harry he had some sort of plan brewing that would force him to bend the rules.

He watched as he pushed the coffee table deliberately with his foot, the wood grating against the floor as he kicked it approximately a foot away, making the chess pieces scatter off the board and some onto the floor. Then he turned and sat down on it, leaning back on his hands easily as he stared back at Harry again.

“Would you say that’s around a foot of space?” He motioned pointedly towards the space now between the coffee table and the sofa that Harry still sat on.

“More or less.” He confirmed after looking down at it, his voice still breathy as the interaction just barely lifted off him.

“Good.” Draco replied, though he didn’t do anything else. He just sat there, staring Harry down.

He straightened up, trying to ignore the throbbing of his cock as it pressed against the confines of his jeans. He watched as Draco’s eyes raked down his body, his tongue pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he looked back up into his stare.

“What… did you wanna do?” He finally asked, the pressure of the tension between them making him swallow uneasily as his eyes flickered away from him.

“I want to watch you.” Harry looked back up at him, his eyes filled with confusion.

“Watch me?” He breathed, his throat feeling dry as Draco nodded in confirmation, trailing his eyes down his body appreciatively again.

“Watch me do what?” He whispered, and Draco smirked at the question.

“I want to watch you get yourself off.” He tilted his head at him as he bought his leg up and over the other, resting his ankle on his knee as he leant back further on his hands.

“You-” His breath caught in his throat at the admission, understanding dawning in his expression as he looked back at him with wide eyes. “Why would you want to do that?”

Draco shrugged, letting both of his feet fall onto the ground again as he spread his legs, urging his hips up into nothing; making Harry’s eyes flicker down to the erection tenting his bottoms.

“It’d be nice to have something to look at while I do it myself.”

Holy fuck.

Harry felt like his heart had stopped altogether. He wanted to watch him get off while he got off himself? Holy shit.

Fuck.

He hated how his cock throbbed at the suggestion, begging to be acknowledged as Draco stroked himself over his clothes, breathing a sigh of relief that he somehow knew sent a shock straight to Harry’s arousal.

“What if I don’t want to do that?” He whispered, the question somehow sounding like a lie.

Draco shrugged again, exuding confidence that bordered on arrogance as he pressed his hand around himself pointedly, as if testing Harry’s stubbornness.

“Then you can just watch me, if you like.” He still had that teasing smirk on his lips as he spoke, “As long as I get to look at you while I do it.”

“What if I don’t want to?” He whispered, barely even hearing his own voice over the pounding in his ears.

Draco narrowed his eyes, flickering them down to his own hand around his cock before he looked back up at Harry.

“Then feel free to leave. I’m just going to do it anyway.” He challenged, his voice low and daring Harry to get up and leave as he’d just stubbornly insisted on.

Harry ran his tongue over his bottom lip unconsciously, pulling it between his teeth and betraying his own arousal at the scene unfolding before him.

He swallowed once he’d noticed, looking back at Draco expectantly.

Draco narrowed his eyes at him further, waiting for him to make his next move before it became evident that Harry was stubbornly waiting for him to make it first.

“You’ve got five seconds, Potter.” He warned him, tilting his head back and staring him down; waiting for him to get up and leave as he’d just indicated he would.

Rather than getting up, he just counted down the seconds in his head, the silence sounding between them like a physical being as it somehow morphed into an admission.

Of course he was going to watch him.

Draco’s smirk widened at him as he breathed a laugh; he’d obviously been counting down the seconds too.

“Yeah?” He teased, his voice raspy with a mix of amusement and arousal.

Harry just swallowed in response, his eyes flickering down to the outline of his cock beneath his hand as if encouraging him.

Draco breathed another short laugh before he shifted, lifting his hips slightly as he slowly pried the waistband of his bottoms downward, letting his cock spring free as he let out a breathy sigh, his eyes not leaving Harry’s for even a second as he surveyed his reaction.

He leaned back on his hand as the other wrapped around it, spreading his legs further to give Harry an uninterrupted view.

Harry felt like he’d forgotten how to breathe as he stroked his hand down his entire length, releasing a shaky breath that almost sounded like a moan.

His eyes flickered downwards as he stared at the action, feeling Draco’s gaze unrelenting on his expression. He bit his lip unconsciously, his own cock throbbing as desire coursed through his veins.

He felt his skin crawl as it begged to be acknowledged, his fingers twitching as he fought the urge to mirror him.

Draco continued, brushing his thumb over the tip as he touched himself as if Harry wasn’t even there. He sped his hand, his breath leaving him harshly as he bit his own lip before allowing an unrestrained groan that sounded as if it had come from somewhere deep within him.

The sound sent another shock of arousal coursing through him and he tightened his hands into his own clothes, knowing that if he didn’t, he’d give in and do exactly what Draco wanted him to.

He didn’t know why he was fighting it, it’s not like he had anything to lose. He yearned to chase the same release that Draco was currently chasing, but he felt like if he gave into it he’d be playing a losing game.

His stubbornness fought to win over his desire, but he knew even then he was fighting a losing battle.

He released a shaky breath of his own, his head swimming with the need to give in and just touch himself.

Draco’s smirk widened as he shifted, unbuttoning his jeans and freeing himself from the confines of the pressure that had been building ever since Draco had teased himself through his own.

“Spread your legs more.” Draco voiced with that same commanding tone he had in the kitchen, and Harry somehow obeyed without even thinking.

“Good.” He breathed as he did it, making Harry’s nerves tingle with further desire.

He watched as Draco’s hand sped up even more, obviously being spurred on by Harry’s display of submission.

Harry wrapped his hand around himself now, stroking himself slowly as he swallowed his nerves and released a shaky breath at the action.

Draco held his eyes, his pupils blown with arousal just as Harry suspected mirrored his own.

The air changed around them, thickening with promise and desire as they both chased their own pleasure, neither of their eyes leaving each other’s unless it was to watch what the other was doing to themselves.

“Lift your shirt for me.” Draco commanded breathlessly, his actions becoming more urgent. “Give me a better view.”

Harry swallowed before obeying, shifting his hips forward on the sofa and dragging the hem of his shirt upwards, holding it between his teeth before he looked back up at him, his hand still stroking himself; almost matching the same pace as Draco.

Draco’s breath caught in his throat as his smirk turned into a full blown grin, that confident arrogance becoming more pronounced as he did so.

Harry used to hate that look. But right now he fucking loved it.

“You too.” Harry attempted to command him back, but it came out way too shaky, almost a whine. It just sounded like he was begging.

Draco obliged, his hand only slightly faltering around his cock as he lifted his shirt up and over his head, discarding it carelessly. Harry didn’t even see where it landed.

They both fell into a silence again, the only sounds travelling between them being the shaky moans or whimpers as they watched each other push themselves towards the brink.

Harry’s breathing had become heavy and his head spun with the heavy atmosphere as he felt his release near, his thighs clenching as he felt that same pressure he’d somehow become so used to in the past few weeks.

Draco mirrored him, and now that cocky grin was no where to be seen as he clenched his jaw, obviously nearing his own release.

“Fuck, Potter.” He bit back a groan as he let his head fall back, his breathing stuttering in his chest as he fought back the climax that threatened to consume him; obviously hoping to prolong this moment for as long as he could.

He lifted his head again, watching as Harry didn’t even attempt to fight off his orgasm, and his entire body shuddered as he allowed his head to fall back into the sofa, his eyes still on Draco.

He allowed his breathing to sound between them, morphing into moans as he came in his own hands, his release spilling over his fist and onto his bare stomach.

Draco’s grin returned and he practically bared his teeth as his own release approached, following after Harry only seconds later.

Harry watched as he came over his own hands, biting his lip as his own movements slowed and the intensity of his orgasm ebbed away.

They both stared at each other as their hands slowed, wringing out the last remnants of pleasure as their desire simmered away and was replaced by tranquil silence; save for their still heavy breathing.

Harry’s hand completely stilled and he allowed himself to catch his breath; he wouldn’t have thought that he would get so breathless just sitting there and getting himself off, but he thought it was more a symptom of Draco’s eyes still holding him than anything else.

He swallowed as he watched him lean over and retrieve the t-shirt he’d not long thrown on the floor beside him. He cleaned himself up with it rather than putting it back on, wiping his hands and his abdomen with the fabric as he finally took his eyes off Harry.

Harry took his shirt off, not wanting to unnecessarily make his own clothes dirty. He could just clean himself up in the bathroom or something.

“Don’t move.” Draco commanded of him when he’d shifted, straightening up slightly.

He was somehow pinned with his words again and obeyed, sitting back into the sofa without argument as Draco continued to stare at him.

He stood now and Harry watched as he approached him, slightly on edge as the glint in his eyes suggested that whatever this was wasn’t over.

He bought the shirt he’d cleaned himself up with, doing the same with Harry as if he wouldn’t be able to do it himself.

He couldn’t deny that he kind of liked it; it was strangely arousing in it’s own way watching Draco clean off the evidence of his self pleasure after he’d just watched him come undone at his own hands.

Draco didn’t take his eyes off him the whole time, taking his hands in his and wrapping the shirt in his fingers. His eyes dropped down to his lips then back up to his eyes as he finished, having cleaned down everything except his dick; which he didn’t know whether to be glad about or not.

“Have fun?” He asked lowly, his voice hoarse with desire once again; though Harry didn’t know if it was new or lingering.

Harry swallowed and nodded up at him, his fingers twitching into the sofa as he resisted the urge to lace them through his hair and lock lips with him.

Draco seemed to have read his mind.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, and surprise flickered in Harry’s expression from the fact he was actually asking for permission before he nodded.

Draco wasted no time and dipped his head down, his hand coming up to hold his jaw as he tilted his chin up and into him, forcing his lips apart before they even met his.

Harry’s arousal returned in full force as he kissed him again in that domineering manner, tilting his head back deliberately and tightening his hold in the roots of his hair. He leant his knee on the sofa between his legs, but made no move to straddle him or press him further into it.

Harry bought his hands up, attempting to guide him onto his lap before he pulled away abruptly, looking down at Harry with that same commanding glint in his eye.

“Don’t touch.”

Harry looked up at him, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as his head spun at the desire still lingering from his kiss. “What?”

Draco smirked down at him now, clearly enjoying the way he was able to turn him into a dazed idiot.

“You said you wouldn’t touch me, remember?” He reminded him, and Harry’s expression furrowed into further confusion.

Hadn’t he wanted Harry to touch him?

“Oh-kay.” He breathed up at him, agreeing with the prospect before he was able to question the contradiction of it.

Draco smirked down at him before he dipped his head again, kissing Harry more slowly this time. He tightened his hands into fists at his sides, suppressing the urge to just pull him against him.

Every movement of his tongue and lips were practiced and precise, and Harry couldn’t believe that not even half an hour ago he was pleading with Harry to just touch him. His attitude had shifted far too much for him not to question it, but he couldn’t seem to really think a coherent thought right now.

“You want to play a game, Potter?” Draco pulled away from him deliberately now, looking down at Harry as he still held his head in his hands.

Harry thought back to the desperate bid to distract both of them from this exact outcome as he spoke, the aforementioned game of chess now having been discarded and completely forgotten about.

“Game?” He questioned breathily, looking back up at him and lifting his hands to tighten around Draco’s wrists. He didn’t know whether he was trying to ensure they stayed there or pry them off, but a thrill of excitement seemed to flash through Draco’s eyes as he did it.

“Mhm.” Draco confirmed, letting his hands fall away and taking Harry’s between them instead, stroking his thumbs down his fingers in an almost affectionate manner, though it was laced with deliberation.

“What sort of game?” He asked, swallowing as Draco continued to stare down at him expectantly.

“It’s a yes or no question. I’ll tell you the rules once you agree to play.” He pressed, though his tone was completely even, showing that Draco knew full well that Harry wasn’t going to say no.

“Okay…” He whispered hesitantly, feeling the atmosphere shift into something else entirely.

“Yes?”

“Yes.” Harry confirmed, looking up at him expectantly as anticipation trickled through his veins.

Draco breathed a laugh, dropping Harry’s hands deliberately and shifting onto his feet.

“You don’t touch me. But I can do whatever I want with you.” He started, looking down at Harry with a predatory gleam in his eye.

Harry looked up at him worriedly, his earlier reluctance returning despite how in control of himself Draco seemed to be.

“Don’t worry, I won’t do anything we haven’t done already. That’s fine, isn’t it?” Draco assured him at his worry flashing though his features.

Harry considered for a few moments as Draco shifted again, sinking down onto his knees with practiced movements as he surrounded him again, sliding his hands up from his abdomen to his bare chest, watching him for his reaction.

Harry swallowed, his cock stirring again as his hands stroked him deliberately, completely ignoring it as it begged to be acknowledged. Draco smirked, which told Harry he knew exactly what he was doing.

“You want to play?” Draco whispered, dipping his head down and trailing his lips across Harry’s hip teasingly, deliberately ignoring his cock as it hardened again.

He let out a shaky breath, his fingers twitching as he pushed down the urge to touch him. Would he really be able to do this?

“But I- I just came.” He defended, his voice shaking.

Draco breathed a laugh up at him, his teeth grazing skin just above his hip and making a shock of arousal shoot up his spine.

“That’s what makes it so fun for me. It’s not a very fun game if it’s easy, is it?”

It was pretty clear where this was going. Draco was going to suck him off again, something Harry had been yearning for for God knows how long. It’s not even like they were playing a game together, Draco was just playing with him; toying with him and basking in his reactions.

He swallowed as he considered, weighing the pros with the cons. The cons would be that he was apparently barred from touching him; which he couldn’t imagine refraining from if he had his lips around his cock. Then the upside would be that he actually got to feel his lips around his cock.

He’d been wanting to feel his mouth on him again since he’d done it the first time, and it had been weeks since then.

Draco was still watching him, looking up at him expectantly as he continued to kiss him everywhere except where he really wanted him. It was clearly deliberate.

“What happens if I touch you?” He asked, his voice hoarse with barely restrained need.

Draco considered the question, though that fucking smirk was still on his lips as he answered. “You’ll have to play to find out, won’t you?”

Harry’s pursed his lips, trying to force himself to focus on anything other than the feeling of Draco’s lips teasing his skin.

“Is that the only rule? I can’t touch you?” He tried to make his tone steady, but his voice shook slightly as he spoke.

Draco seemed to actually ponder the question for a moment, not just making a show of consideration like he had been doing so far.

“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll make up rules as I see fit.” He admitted, and Harry couldn’t deny the arousal that rose in him at the prospect.

He’d had a lot of dirty thoughts about Draco in the past few weeks, but his mind had never gone here. It was unprecedented for Harry that he get pinned down and played with, limited in his actions and not being allowed to simply chase after what he wanted.

He’d never thought that Draco would be so dominant and borderline cruel, not since they’d entered this strange relationship. Perhaps he’d finally allowed the mask to slip, his prior personality glaring through.

Harry doubted that though, this wasn’t like the old Malfoy, not by a long shot. He wasn’t being spurred by malicious intent, he was being driven by his own desire.

He hated that he fucking loved it. He didn’t understand it, but his breath hitched when he so much as thought about Draco controlling his every move, just as it had when he’d kissed him in that forceful manner.

“Okay.” Harry finally responded, swallowing his nerves as he seemingly handed control entirely over to Draco. Or maybe he’d held it for a while and he’d only just really noticed.

“It’s ‘yes’ or ‘no’.” He insisted. An unexplained surge of desire coursed though Harry at the statement and his breath caught in his throat before he answered breathlessly.

“Yes.” He managed to force himself, breathing the answer harshly and tightening his hands at his sides.

Draco smirked up at him, a look of satisfaction in his expression at Harry giving into him completely.

“Good.” He praised, making Harry’s head swim as he tried to blink the sensation away.

Draco kissed his skin more insistently now, sucking gently every so often and making Harry’s breathing deepen again as his fingernails dug into his palms so he wouldn’t reach out and guide Draco’s mouth where he wanted it.

He practically whimpered as Draco sucked harshly on his skin, right above his hip as he stared up at him, watching his every single breath.

He pulled away briefly, looking down at the deep purple mark he’d just sucked into his skin with smug delight at finally being able to mark him.

‘Everyone should know you belong to me’

“Look’s pretty, don’t you think?” Draco drawled lowly up at him and Harry swallowed the thrill that ran through him before he nodded back.

A flash of irritation passed through Draco’s eyes at the action before he spoke again, though his tone didn’t mirror it, “Yeah? You think so?” He breathed, placing a deliberate kiss over the mark before he trailed his lips somewhere else and did the same thing, most likely leaving another identical mark on his other hip.

“Yes-” Harry choked out, discerning that, based on his earlier insistence, he was looking for a verbal answer.

Draco’s eyes found him again, pinning him in place as a pleased expression crossed his features, mild surprise in his eyes that Harry had seemed to come to the conclusion without anything other than a look.

He pulled away from him again, revealing an almost identical purple mark. He still had a smirk on his lips, but it looked more excited than teasing at this point.

“You want me to touch you, Harry?” He asked, making Harry’s breath catch in his throat at the use of his first name.

“Yes.” He breathed, this time not hesitating or having to be prompted to speak.

“Yeah?” He taunted again, tracing his tongue over the mark he’d just left, “Where?”

Harry just groaned as he continued to tease him, his head falling back into the sofa as he urged his hips upward, his cock begging for attention.

“Tell me, Potter. Tell me what you want.” His hands came down his sides and gripped his hips, halting his movements as he pulled away from him and looked up at him.

“I want-” He breathed harshly, his head spinning as he looked back down at him pleadingly. He hadn’t missed the shift back to how he called his name, and he had to wonder if it was intentional. Perhaps that was his punishment for not answering Draco the first time. “Your mouth.”

“My mouth?” He asked, pointedly trailing open mouthed kisses down his stomach, deliberately putting it everywhere except where he knew Harry wanted it.

“On my cock.” He finished, his tone tinged with a whimper that made it sound like he was begging.

Draco smirked into his skin now and Harry prayed that he’d said enough to satisfy his apparent insistence on making him beg and say words he’d never really say if it wasn’t for him.

“Then what?” He pulled away, wrapping his hand around his cock and kissing the tip of it, pressing insistent kisses down his length as Harry struggled for breath. His hands shook next to him, inching towards him as an automatic response to his lips on him; trying to pull his mouth further around him.

They clenched into fists as he stopped himself, remembering the game they were playing. He guessed that Draco would torture him more with his teasing lips if he broke the rules so soon after agreeing to them.

Draco noticed, his eyes flitting to his hands before he smirked against his dick and looked back up at Harry, still waiting for his answer.

“S-suck me off.” He tried to make it sound like a request, but it came out as a gasp and made it sound like a plea, “Like you did before.” He added with a whisper once his lungs started working normally again.

Draco just stared up at him, his hand wrapped around his cock still as he kissed the underside of it tauntingly, his smirk almost falling away completely as he trailed his lips back up to the tip.

“Remember the rules, Potter.” He commanded softly before he finally took him in his mouth, and Harry was glad for the warning because if it had not been the very last thing he said; he definitely would have forgotten about this fucking game already.

He bought his hands up to his mouth instead, deciding to distract them and put them to good use at the same time as he stifled the moans that were fighting their way past his lips.

Draco’s mouth felt fucking heavenly around him, remnants of the orgasm that had not long ebbed away somehow returning and making the action feel ten times better than he remembered it.

“Hah- Fuck!” He choked out, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he attempted to pull oxygen out of the thin air.

The feeling only lasted for a few seconds, and then Draco pulled away from him again, making his hands twitch towards him automatically.

“Hands down.” He commanded, his hand still wrapped around him and stroking his cock to keep him desperate and wanting.

He obeyed without hesitation, silently praying that he’d resume his mouth without having to beg for it again.

Thankfully, he resumed as soon as Harry complied, taking him deeper into his mouth than before.

Harry’s breath left him, making him feel almost lightheaded as Draco moved his mouth around him. He couldn’t imagine how he hadn’t continued this relationship on from the first time he’d done this. How the fuck did he just go about his day after experiencing this heaven?

He mentally kicked himself for wasting so much time; he probably could’ve gotten a dozen more blowjobs if he’d just gotten over himself back then.

His nails dug into his palms again and Harry wished there was something for him to actually hold on to. He was able to use Draco himself as an anchor last time but now he was being forced to feel the full extent of what his mouth and tongue felt like.

There was nothing he could distract himself with.

It was worse because he was already oversensitive from having not long came, Draco’s relentless teasing not helping his case at all.

He focused on his breathing instead, making himself feel dizzy as he took in a sudden rush of oxygen. He couldn’t even stop himself from whimpering every other breath, Draco’s tongue moving around him deliberately.

He was being more gentle than Harry recalled last time, and he assumed that he was accounting for his oversensitivity on purpose. It would have been really fucking good if he could get his hands on him, but since he couldn’t it just made him feel even more desperate as he edged him towards another orgasm.

He finally looked down at him when he had collected himself enough, Draco’s mouth feeling less like he was going to crawl out of his skin every time he moved it around him and more like he was enjoying it and nothing else.

Draco held his eyes, having already been looking up at him to watch whenever he released a shaky moan or whimper.

Looking at him was not helping. He’d never wanted anything more than to lace his fingers through his hair and fuck his mouth.

Oh god.

He could hear his own shaky moans in his ears as Draco looked up at him determinedly, chasing more of them.

Harry wondered what he’d actually do at this point if he just touched him. The worst he could do is stop, and from the expression on his face he could tell that he didn’t actually want to stop.

He was enjoying sucking Harry off almost as much as Harry was enjoying getting sucked off by him.

Was it completely idiotic for Harry to challenge him in this state? That aphrodisiac had clearly done more than just fill Draco with arousal, it had changed his entire personality to one where he pushed Harry into begging just because he enjoyed the sound of it.

In a deliberate movement, he lifted his hand and laced it through Draco’s hair; as if he was testing his authority. Draco watched him do it and made no move to stop him, so Harry thought for a moment that maybe he had stopped playing this desperate game.

He couldn’t have been more wrong. Draco was only just getting started and seeing this display of outright defiance sent a thrill through him.

He suddenly sucked him harshly, making Harry’s hands both tighten on instinct into his hair; his other hand shooting up into it unconsciously at the action.

“Holy- fuck- Fuck!” He choked out, pulling at the roots of Draco’s hair as he tried to both pull him away and push him further at the same time.

Draco didn’t seem deterred, and he just continued his actions, taking him deeper than before and even into his throat as he swallowed his cock, the action making it tighten around him as his head spun with a desperate need to come suddenly overwhelming him.

He thought he probably would have if he hadn’t made himself finish not that long ago.

“Draco!” He whined, not even trying to suppress the pleading tone of his voice. Draco didn’t respond, didn’t stop, didn’t even slow his pace.

Harry knew that this was his punishment for having broken the rules, but he couldn’t collect himself enough to retract his hands and correct himself.

“Shit! Sorry- I’m sorry!” He whined mindlessly, and thankfully Draco took mercy on him, slowing his tongue and allowing Harry to collect his thoughts enough to retract his hands.

When he did, Draco pulled away from him completely, leaving him panting harshly as the sudden sensation was eased.

“You’re sorry?” Draco asked, his voice dripping with arousal at his desperation.

“Yes.” Harry whined back, pressing his hands into the sofa either side of him to accentuate his resolve. “I won’t do it again.”

Draco breathed a shaky laugh, looking up at him as he continued his hand up and down his cock. “You like breaking the rules?” He taunted, and Harry whimpered in response.

“No.”

“No?” He tightened his hand and stroked his thumb over his tip, making his whole body jolt as the action overwhelmed him. “I’m not sure I believe you.”

“I swear-” Harry choked out, and Draco seemed to enjoy the begging in his voice.

“Let’s add a new rule, shall we?” Draco replied lowly, his hand not stopping and making Harry shudder.

Harry just whimpered back at him, regretting his earlier actions.

“Eyes on me, okay?” He ordered, his tongue flicking over the head of his cock again as if to accentuate his words. “If you disobey me again, you’ll regret it.”

“Yes-” Harry agreed with a choked gasp, keeping his eyes on him submissively as he mindlessly obeyed the new condition.

“Good.” Draco praised him, and Harry had no idea how much he liked being praised until this very moment. “You sound so pretty when you’re desperate, Potter. You know that?”

Harry’s hands tightened further at his sides, his breath coming out in harsh pants as he waited for Draco’s next move.

“If you look away from me, I promise you won’t like the punishment so much this time.” Draco warned, and Harry felt his eyes almost roll back at the promise. He kept them frontward, not even wanting to know what the repercussions for breaking this new rule might be.

“I won’t.” He whispered back, and Draco seemed satisfied enough with the desperate quality of his voice.

He pressed his tongue into his cock again, taking him into his mouth slowly and sucking him off, more gently than before; though Harry didn’t know whether this was deliberate or whether it just felt so much better in comparison to the sudden overstimulation of only thirty seconds ago.

He didn’t realise how hard it would be to keep his eyes downward. As he watched Draco suck him off, he had to continually suppress the urge to let his eyes roll back and let his head fall into the back of the sofa.

Had Draco known how difficult it would be? Had Harry been looking away from him too often up until now and just not realised?

Draco restarted the steady rhythm of his mouth on him, driving him closer to the brink of euphoria with each movement.

He let his hands grip Harry’s hips, using only his mouth on his cock as he continued.

Harry’s mind swam with nothing but desire and arousal as he watched, his breath coming in even pants as his moans diluted them.

Draco seemed pleased, and he steadily increased his pace. Harry unthinkingly let his head fall back fractionally, his eyes rolling back for only a fraction of a second before he forced his head back up and refocused them on Draco.

He could see a glint of excitement in his eyes, but he thankfully made no move to suddenly overwhelm Harry’s senses or punish him for breaking the rule.

Perhaps he was allowing him since it was only for a fraction of a second and it was a completely involuntary action.

He focused on keeping his eyes on him, the condition of having to keep his hands to himself becoming a lot easier as he finally had something else to focus on.

He could feel that familiar pressure building up again, and he urged his hips upward without taking his eyes off Draco, ensuring he didn’t break any rules as he did it.

Draco seemed to somehow smirk around him, obviously encouraging the action.

Harry breathed a harsh breath, “I’m gonna come-” his voice shook.

Draco hummed around him, and it took everything in him for Harry not to take his head in his hands and throat fuck him.

His breaths got somehow heavier as he approached his release, but right as he got to the very edge Draco pulled away from him abruptly.

Harry’s hands instinctively took his head in them in an attempt to chase his orgasm, but Draco took his hands and stilled them.

“Why-”

“You looked away.”

Draco answered his question before he’d even fully asked it, and Harry breathed a harsh sigh at the accusation. He knew it was true, because he’d silently thanked him for not punishing him when he did it.

“It was only for a second!” He complained, his pleading tone being laced with annoyance as he was denied the relief he’d been chasing after for what felt like hours.

Draco laughed up at him, a deep throaty chuckle that made the muscles in Harry’s lower abdomen tighten. He was enjoying making him plead and beg and complain.

“I told you not to break the rules, Potter.” He reminded him, and Harry rolled his eyes.

Big mistake.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” He asked, his voice deep and laced with excitement as he probably thought of all the ways he could punish him for it.

“No.” Harry lied, swallowing his annoyance as the worry of what he’d do now set in.

“Lying to me, too?” Draco mused, clicking his tongue against his teeth disapprovingly.

He sat up on his knees now, making Harry’s nerves tingle on end as he watched for what he would do next.

Bafflingly, he just took Harry’s head in his hands gently and pressed his lips up against his. Harry kissed him back automatically, his hands coming up and into his hair without a thought as his tongue laced with Draco’s

He could feel Draco’s erection pressing into his, bringing to the surface the orgasm that was being dangled so close within reach.

“Forgetting all the rules now are you?” He murmured against his lips, making Harry retract his hands automatically.

He couldn’t think straight.

Draco pulled away from him, holding his chin as he forced him to hold his eyes. He stroked his thumb over his bottom lip as Harry’s head spun with desire, his pupils dilated as if he’d been taking class A drugs.

“Please…” He whispered, making Draco’s lips part with a sigh at the word. He pressed one last kiss onto his lips before he wrapped his hand between them again, stroking Harry’s cock determinedly as he drove him back to the brink within seconds.

It was easier now to hold his eyes since he was on a level with him, he continued to stare up at him as his head tilted back into the cushions behind him.

His brows pressed together and his eyes fell closed as he embraced his coming orgasm, only to be met with further rejection when Draco stilled his movements right before he came once more.

“Draco!” He begged, bringing his head back up off the cushions and watching as he smirked down at him.

“I’m starting to think you really like this game, Potter.” He murmured tauntingly, making a shiver run up Harry’s spine.

“I do.” He admitted unthinkingly, practically whimpering up at him.

“Yeah?” Draco continued, an edge of surprise in his tone, “You like disobeying me?”

Harry nodded as if proving his point. He didn’t know what he was doing. He was so desperate to come but he couldn’t deny that he fucking loved the punishments that Draco was setting for him.

Draco laughed breathlessly again, getting to his feet now and tilting Harry’s chin up into another kiss. He’d retracted his hand again, making Harry whine in protest, but Draco ignored it.

He tilted his head back as he knelt onto the sofa, one of his knees between his legs and the other beside it as both of his hands held his face as he slipped his tongue past his lips; an action that Harry had become all too used to, but it still sent fresh waves of desire through him.

He managed to keep his hands at his sides this time, though it was with great effort. Draco seemed to notice and he smirked down at him when they’d finally broken apart.

“You want to come?” He asked, tilting his chin as he scrutinised his every feature. It sounded like he was going to allow him, like he was rewarding him for actually adhering to the rules.

“Yes.” He breathed, looking up at him pleadingly as he hoped he’d give it to him. He didn’t even care what he did from now on, whether it was his mouth or his hand, he just needed something.

“Beg.” Draco responded bluntly, his tone more commanding that it had been before.

Harry’s heart pounded in his ears at the command, and he felt his dick jerk at the sound of his voice. “What?” He breathed disbelievingly, his voice shaking at the question.

“Beg me.” Draco repeated, skimming his fingers along the edge of Harry’s jaw. He stroked the lobe of his ear almost tenderly before lacing his fingers into his hair and pulling on it harshly, making Harry suck air in through his teeth as the action made his cock tense; as if the action alone was enough to tip him over the edge he was teetering on.

Draco’s lips parted as he released a shaky breath, obviously enjoying the effect he was having on him, loving the control he was able exert over him when he’d spent so long without any.

“You want to come so bad? Fucking beg for it.” He spoke almost harshly, but that didn’t seem to matter to the arousal that simmered and blossomed at the words.

“Please…” He whimpered, keeping his eyes locked onto him. Draco’s hold on his hair slackened and he laced his fingers through the rest of it, dipping his head down and placing a kiss between the boundary of his neck and jaw.

“You can do better than that, can’t you?” He crooned in his ear as he wrapped his hand around his cock again gently, being careful to only apply enough pressure to make Harry even more desperate without tipping him over the edge.

Harry’s body shuddered as he pressed his thumb into the tip of it, causing him to whimper against him again. He felt like he was losing his fucking mind.

“Please. Please let me come.” He pleaded, his head spinning with nothing but his need. “I’m begging you. I can’t take it anymore, Draco please!”

Draco’s hand sped “That’s better.” He praised, sucking on that spot on Harry’s neck that made his mind go blank all at the same time.

Harry whimpered against him, and Draco no longer seemed to care about the fact that he’d bought his arms up around him, tightening them in his hair as he leant his head back into the sofa cushions and squeezed his eyes shut.

“You see what you can get when you be good and fucking listen?” Draco taunted harshly right in his ear, grazing his teeth lightly on his earlobe before he took it between his teeth.

His breath left him harshly as the feeling he’d been chasing for so long finally crashed into him, his body tensing as he came over both his and Draco’s bare bodies.

He buried his head into his shoulder as he came undone at his hands, his head spinning with the most intense orgasm of his entire life. Was it because he’d made him wait so long? Forced him to remain on the edge of relief? Whatever it was, it was so fucking worth it.

He felt Draco trailing his lips down his neck; he hadn’t even realised that he had straddled him at this point, his other hand around his own cock as he stroked it in succession.

He didn’t know if he had been getting himself off at the same time he’d been sucking Harry into oblivion, but he came undone shortly after, his own release painting Harry’s stomach and mixing with his as he continued to suck on that spot on his neck.

Harry whined against him as his hand continued to stroke him slowly, the last of his climax ceasing and making him feel far more oversensitive than even before.

Draco breathed harshly into his neck as he released him, bringing his elbow up onto the back of the sofa as he stroked himself a few more times before he finally stilled.

Harry’s head was still buried into his shoulder, his arms still tightened around him as if he’d completely lose himself if he let go.

They stayed like that for a while, both of them breathing heavy and quick until it finally slowed.

Draco pulled away from him now, looking down at him with an edge of concern before he reached over for the shirt he had used to clean them up before, wiping his hands on it.

He shifted off of Harry’s lap, sitting beside him again as he seemingly now had complete control over himself. He held the shirt out to him and he took it, his hands shaking as he cleaned up the evidence of what they’d just done off his stomach and chest.

He didn’t feel like he could even bring himself to wrap it around his dick; it’d probably drive him out of his mind.

“Holy shit. That was…” Draco breathed, running his hands through his hair as he seemed to come to his senses.

Harry swallowed, his ears heating at the impending conversation that he could feel coming. “Don’t.” He practically begged him, though his tone was more assertive than he had been able to conjure up before. It wasn’t so even though, since he’d still not fully caught his breath.

Draco breathed a laugh next to him, looking over at him with a smirk still in his features. It was obvious the drugs had worn off now; though Harry wasn’t sure if that was down to time or the amount of times he came.

If it was the latter; at least he knew that if it happens again all he had to do was make him come twice.

“Wanna go shower together?” He suggested, making Harry look at him and narrow his eyes.

“And do what?”

Draco laughed shortly, seeming amused now by his suspicion. “Calm down, Potter. I’m not going to force you to fuck me in there.” He rolled his eyes, making Harry’s eyes widen slightly at his statement.

Draco didn’t usually say things so vulgar; though maybe this was just a continuation of the drugs he’d taken.

“I could suck you off in there…” He continued, making Harry laugh now.

“You trying to kill me off?” He asked, mirroring Draco’s earlier amusement back to him.

“Come on!” He urged, getting to his feet and attempting to drag Harry up with him. “Shower with me. I promise I wont do anything.” He pressed, making Harry purse his lips.

He did definitely need to shower, and Draco probably did too.

“Nothing?” He confirmed as he got to his feet; glad for Draco’s hands still in his as he stumbled slightly, his legs feeling uneven and shaky from everything that Draco had just done to him.

“Promise.” He confirmed, and Harry narrowed his eyes up at him as he tried to search for any deceit; but he seemed to be telling the truth.

“Fine.” He conceded, resolving that he probably wouldn’t mind having Draco in there with him anyway. As long as he didn’t suddenly become overcome with the need to watch Harry come again.

Draco grinned at him, helping him up to his feet fully before steadying him and letting him go completely. His legs felt shaky, but he could walk mostly fine. Though he did feel a lot less sure without Draco’s support.

“Can you hold my hand though?” He asked once he’d taken a few steps and felt like he was going to trip over his own feet twice already.

He laughed as he obliged, taking Harry’s hand in his and allowing him to use it for support as he followed Draco into the bathroom, Draco walking backwards as he watched him the whole time; which was only mildly embarrassing.

It was annoying that Draco was so steady on his feet when they’d cum the same amount of times; but he supposed that Draco hadn’t edged and overstimulated himself in a way that made Harry literally beg for relief.

“You’re a real freak, you know that?” He asked, and Draco just grinned back at him.

“Not until like an hour ago, no.” He laughed, leading Harry into the shower and turning on the water, not even allowing it to get warm and making him gasp and stiffen under the cold water.

Draco did the same, but he found it more funny than Harry did. “I can still kiss you, right?” He asked breathlessly, and Harry narrowed his eyes at him.

“Not after you’ve just frozen me.” He replied, his body shivering as the water started to ease more into lukewarm.

Draco laughed and pulled him against him, his body feeling hot under the barely tepid water. Harry held onto him, trying to drag the warmth out of him as he continued to shiver until the water actually heated up.

Once it had, he let go, rolling his eyes at him before he allowed him a kiss; though he didn’t let go too far out of worry that he’d somehow jumpstart the drugs in his system again.

They both still had half of their clothes on, and Harry’s jeans were now soaked around his legs. He dragged them down the rest of the way and kicked them off, not caring much that he was now soaking the bathroom floor.

Draco watched him do it, seeming amused by it before he did the same.

They both washed properly from then, actually washing both of their hair too; since Harry felt like he’d sweat far too much not to.

It felt quite normal for them to shower together, after Harry had gotten over the initial embarrassment of looking Draco in the eye again after everything he’d just made him say and do; which he really hoped he wouldn’t bring up.

Harry still felt entirely too sensitive, not being made better by the hot water but feeling a lot cleaner by the time he got out of it; which made him feel slightly better.

They both left with towels around their waists, the action and sight of each other barely dressed thankfully not causing too much of a reaction from either of them; though Harry did have to force his eyes away from Draco’s bare back more than a few times as he followed behind him and into the bedroom where they both finally dressed into fresh clothes.

Harry felt far more steady on his feet now, having been showered and dressed; he felt far more refreshed, though he was still suppressing memories of what had happened between them.

“Are you alright?” Draco asked him after the silence between them had stretched on for a while, only being mildly awkward.

“I’m fine. I’m just… embarrassed. A little.” He admitted, shifting on his feet as Draco approached him again, almost pressing himself into him and tilting his chin up to meet his eyes.

“You didn’t like it?” He murmured, seeming slightly concerned of the fact.

It was like he didn’t like it, Harry realised, he just didn’t know how much he would. “No, I did.” He assured him, feeling his face heat up at the admission. It was one thing to be completely desperate in the moment and beg the way he did, but admitting that you liked it when that sensation was long gone was a whole other matter. “I just… wasn’t aware how much I would.”

Draco breathed a laugh, stroking his thumbs over Harry’s skin soothingly. “Then good. I liked it; I’d rather not have to forget about it.” He admitted, and Harry had to force himself to breathe as he continued to stroke his skin and pressed his lips into his lightly.

“Is it going to be like that all the time now?” He asked, not exactly loving that idea but not hating it either.

Draco laughed again, grinning over at him. “I really hope not. There’s only so much of that I can take before it gets tiring. I think I much prefer you taking the lead, under normal circumstances, at least.”

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that everything that just happened seemed to be down to George and Fred rather than everything else. “Me, too.”

Draco smiled at him, letting go of his face as all of the tension washed away completely.

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 his 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.

He hoped that’s what it was, anyway. Hoped it was the adrenaline from an impending argument rather than the sight of Malfoy’s bare body still glistening with the remnants of his shower.

Malfoy rolled his eyes and scoffed at him, looking away and continuing through to where the rest of his clothes were rather then walk any closer to him. “What do you want, Potter?”

Harry cleared his throat, tightening his hold on his broom still held at his side as he took a steeling breath and followed him.

“I want to know what that was about. Earlier.” He started, watching Malfoy’s back as he dragged the towel from around his shoulders and let it fall onto the bench, shifting the position of the waistband of his trousers.

Harry watched as his hand seemed to falter on picking up whatever item of clothing that he was going for, sighing a deep breath before he pressed on and picked it up, not even turning to look at him as he replied.

“That’s why you followed me in here? Waited around for me? Shouldn’t you be off celebrating yet another victory?” He scoffed, seeming to be finding things to do that would delay his having to turn to look at Harry, because it’s not exactly like he was actually dressing.

“Are you like… into me or something?” Harry asked hesitantly, leaning on the wall behind him as he held his broom behind him.

Malfoy scoffed a laugh, turning to look at him with an edge of irritation in retaliation to the question. “Excuse me?”

“No- Nothing. I mean… It would make sense, I guess.” Harry laughed awkwardly, clearing his throat and tightening his hands around his broom, a light blush in his features as Draco glared at him for his assumptions.

“Make sense?” He repeated with a scoff, actually turning to face him and taking an almost threatening step forward. “What the fuck do you mean, ‘It would make sense’?”

“Well…” Harry started, shifting on his feet slightly as Malfoy continued to glare at him expectantly. “Just because you’ve always been quite obsessed with me-”

“Obsessed?” Malfoy scoffed at him again, taking another step forward and lessening the distance between them. “What does that say about you then, Potter? You spent most of our sixth year following me around, and don’t think I didn’t notice you staring at me whenever you got the fucking chance.”

“That was-” Harry attempted to defend himself, backing away marginally as far as the wall behind him would allow as he shifted on his feet, edging towards the door. “That’s not the point. I never got a fucking hard-on because you whispered in my ear.”

Draco scoffed at him again, bracing his hand on the wall beside Harry as he took a step forward, effectively halting his retreat as Harry felt his heart stammer in his chest at his sudden proximity.

“You’re so fucking full of yourself, Potter.” Draco spat at him, thankfully leaving a foot of space between them. “What makes you think that even had anything to do with you?”

“The fact that your dick was pressed into me, maybe?” Harry replied with a scoff, pressing himself into the wall as he felt his broom digging into his back, the bristles grazing the skin on the back of his neck and making it rise in goosebumps.

He hoped that’s what it was from, anyway.

Draco stared at him for a few beats, holding Harry’s eyes as his irritation changed and shifted into something else entirely, something that looked almost amused but maybe was a bit more spiteful than that.

“You want me to be into you, Potter?” Draco spoke lowly, sounding almost accusing as he leaned into him, practically pressing himself into Harry but thankfully not actually touching him.

“No.” Harry whispered, unable to muster up the word any louder.

Draco scoffed a laugh of derision that sounding very mildly amused, rolling his eyes as he smirked down at him, bringing his other hand up to Harry’s chin and making his heart feel like it was about to stop beating completely.

“No? I doubt it. Why else would you wait around for half an hour and follow me into some changing rooms just to ask about why I got an erection?”

Harry swallowed, his mouth feeling suddenly dry as his lips parted and Draco’s grip on his chin tightened. It looked like he might have even leaned in and kissed him, which for some reason didn’t make Harry as disgusted as it should have.

“Hm?” He prompted after a long bout of silence, both of them holding the other’s eyes as this tension grew between them.

“I- I don’t…” Harry started, unable to really articulate a witty response due to Draco’s eyes still on him as his gaze dropped to his lips, only making his smirk widen at the outright display of desire.

“You don’t what?” He asked lowly, leaning into him further and brushing his lips against Harry’s almost tauntingly, stroking his thumb across the edge of his jaw as he still held his eyes.

Harry’s breathing deepened, swallowing his desire as he forced his eyes to remain open rather than fall closed expectantly at Draco’s lips being so close to his.

“Want me to kiss you?” Draco murmured, his eyes dropping as if he was going to give into Harry’s request if he said yes.

Harry’s breath left him shakily, his hands tightening behind him as Draco pressed him into the wall.

“Yes.” Harry admitted with a breathless whisper that almost made it sound like a gasp, his head spinning as he realised how great the desire to have Draco’s lips on his really was.

“Yes, you want me to kiss you? Or yes, you don’t want me to kiss you?” Draco murmured lowly, the tone of his voice making Harry’s veins simmer with arousal.

“Yes. I want you to.” He whispered breathlessly, holding his eyes with determination as he attempted to ignore the nervousness rising at the prospect of admitting such a fact to none other than Draco Malfoy.

Draco chuckled lowly at his admission, thankfully not backing away and taunting him for it and instead stroking his thumb across his bottom lip as he pressed him into the wall with his hips, watching for his reaction.

Harry released a shaky breath, releasing his hold on his broom as he instead bought his hands up, draping his arms around the back of his neck as he pulled his lips against his, kissing him rather than waiting for Draco to do it himself.

Draco stiffened against him only momentarily in shock as Harry’s broom fell from behind him and clattered loudly to the floor, though neither of them paid it much mind as Draco laced his hands through Harry’s hair and kissed him back.

“Hm-“ Draco hummed lowly in his throat as he pressed Harry back into the wall, bringing his hands down from his hair and stroking them down his arms before he pried them off from around his neck and pinned his wrists at either side of his head instead.

He kissed him more forcefully now, seeming quite annoyed that Harry had kissed him first and taken away his chance to continue taunting him with the information that Harry had wanted it in the first place.

Harry moaned into their kiss as Draco pressed his leg in between his, his simmering arousal now heightening as his cock started to harden with the action.

He felt Draco smirk against his lips as he pinned him with his hips, his grip on his wrists tightening as he pulled away minimally to look at him. “There. Now we’re even.”

Harry panted against him as he looked up at him in slight confusion, Draco still smirking down at him as he pressed his leg pointedly between his, pressing into his cock that had now fully hardened against his thigh.

Harry thought for a moment that Draco was only entertaining this kiss in order to give him an erection and taunt him with it, but thankfully he dipped his head back down and kissed him again.

The kiss had suddenly become far more heated since he had pulled away, and Draco let go of one of his wrists and instead gripped his chin roughly as he forced his lips apart and dipped his tongue in to play with his.

Harry moaned into his mouth, clearly enjoying it, which seemed to just spur Draco on further.

He backed away from the wall, pulling Harry with him and not even allowing him a second to breathe as he pulled him across the room with him.

“You ever been with a man before, Potter?” He asked suddenly, almost casually, not even breaking away from the kiss as he spoke.

“No.” He replied breathlessly, barely comprehending the insinuation behind his question.

“No? You’ve fucked women, though?” Draco asked, actually pausing and pulling away from him as he regarded him, his hands coming down to his jaw as he held him in place.

Harry’s hands came up around his wrists, holding them in place as if he was worried that he’d pull away completely since he’d stopped kissing him.

“Yeah. I didn’t like it.” He replied breathlessly again, swallowing as his gaze dropped to Draco’s lips, his eyes darkened with desire as his breathing shallowed and slowed.

“Yeah? You’re gay?” Draco asked, seeming mildly surprised despite the fact that they had literally just been kissing.

“It’d be pretty fucking weird if I wasn’t, wouldn’t it?” Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes at the stupid question and making Draco grin back at him, a glint in his eyes that made it look fuelled more by intent than amusement.

“No- just… Surprising, is all.” He murmured, pulling him back into a kiss and making Harry forget that he’d asked a question in the first place.

He laced his hands back through Harry’s hair, kissing him in a way that made his head spin with a mix of arousal and anticipation as he stepped back and pulled him down with him as he sat on the bench.

“I assume you’re fine taking it if you didn’t like fucking women?” He asked, pulling away as he urged Harry onto his knees and held his head in his hands, watching him expectantly.

“Have… Have you done it before?” Harry asked, being suddenly aware of where this interaction was really leading and gripping his wrists as he looked back up at him.

“Yeah. A few times, really.” Draco replied, sounding mostly reassuring as he seemed to understand Harry’s sudden realisation and reluctance. “Am I assuming too much?”

“I don’t… I don’t know.” Harry admitted, his breathing slowing as his words shook slightly, not wanting to agree nor dispute the question.

“No? Is this not what you followed me in here for?” Draco asked lowly, running one of his hands through the rest of Harry’s hair and gripping his chin as he dipped his head and trailed his lips down his neck.

Harry swallowed his reluctance as the feel of Draco’s lips on his skin made his head swim, a shiver of arousal travelling down his back when he sucked softly on a spot he somehow knew would make him even more desperate.

“I don’t know.”

Draco laughed, a low breathy chuckle that somehow went straight to Harry’s cock as he tightened his hands into Draco’s hair, not even really remembering when he’d even put them there.

“You don’t know…?” He murmured in his ear, only momentarily pausing the path of his lips before he continued, nipping lightly at the lobe of it.

“Yes.” Harry gasped, not quite sure what he was agreeing to. Was he saying that this was what he had followed him in here for? Or was he just confirming that he didn’t know why he had?

“Yes what?” Draco seemed to be wondering the same thing, but he didn’t seem entirely too invested in the answer as his hands travelled lower, exploring Harry’s body and making him feel far hotter than he had before.

Harry hummed lowly, unintentionally, as Draco’s fingers skimmed the skin just above the waistband of his bottoms, tracing the line of his hip as it travelled higher and dragged the hem of his clothes with it.

“Hm?” Draco prompted once he hadn’t said anything, putting both of his hands on his hips as he circled his thumbs into his skin, pulling away and looking down at Harry expectantly.

“I don’t know.” Harry replied, sounding half irritated with Draco’s insistence on finding out his reasoning and intentions.

Draco laughed shortly at him, tightening his hold on his hips and pulling him into him almost roughly. “I can’t give you what you want unless you tell me what it is.”

Harry looked up at him, swallowing as his breath became harder to take in while Draco splayed his fingers across his back and held his eyes.

Draco’s pupils were dilated with want, which Harry suspected was mirrored in his own, and he bought one of his hands back up to his jaw, stroking his bottom lip with his thumb and leaning in, ghosting his lips over his in an almost mocking manner.

“Hm? Potter?” He murmured lowly, his lips brushing Harry’s as he spoke and making his head spin with both desire and arousal.

“Are you… going to give it to me? If I say it?” Harry whispered back, bracing his hands onto Draco’s bare shoulders in an attempt to ground himself, ensuring that he didn’t get lost in his desire for Draco’s lips on his again.

It wasn’t like he didn’t want to admit that he wanted him, he knew pretty well that he wanted Draco in a way that couldn’t be passed off as simple curiosity or rivalry, he just didn’t want to admit that fact to him and be left feeling embarrassed or humiliated when Draco laughed in his face.

Though, Harry didn’t quite think he would do that at this point. It was pretty obvious that Draco wanted him too, otherwise why would he have kissed him? Why would he be on his knees in front of him as they held each other’s eyes, demanding an answer for why he had kissed him in the first place? Even Draco wouldn’t stoop that low for something to hold against him, would he?

“I might. You’ll have to tell me to find out, won’t you?” Draco spoke lowly, almost softly, as he pulled at Harry’s bottom lip, brushing his lips against his again in that way that made almost everything else insignificant. Who cares if Draco was only doing this to one up him? It felt like it would all be worth it even if he went through with it.

“What about you?” Harry whispered, letting his hands fall and grip his thighs instead, not giving in to the desire to just kiss him again regardless of how much his body was screaming at him to do it.

Draco breathed a short laugh, leaning back slightly and pulling Harry’s shirt almost all the way up, revealing his stomach and most of his chest as his eyes raked over it appreciatively.

“You think I’m just messing with you?” Draco guessed, seeming amused by Harry’s stubborn insistence that Draco answer his own question before he offer one.

Harry swallowed his nerves, his fingers twitching on Draco’s thighs as he fought the urge to drag his clothes back over himself in order to finish this conversation. He just nodded, looking up at Draco as his eyes fought to remain on his rather than travel down his bare body like he was so shamelessly doing.

Draco scoffed a laugh, letting go of his chin and instead gripping onto the hem of his shirt, urging it further up his torso. Harry mindlessly obeyed his wordless request, lifting his arms up and allowing Draco to rid him of his robes completely, leaving him in only his trousers just like Draco.

“I’m not. You want me to admit I want to fuck you before you will?” Draco murmured again, his eyes not even meeting Harry’s as he spoke and appreciated his bare chest, his hands barely pausing before he abandoned Harry’s robes and stroked them back down it, one of his hands travelling all the way down to his sternum and the other coming back up to his chin.

He tilted his chin up as his eyes finally met his again questioningly, gripping it gently as his lips parted with a sigh.

Harry swallowed as he bought his hands back down to his thighs again, feeling far more exposed now as he gripped onto the material of Draco’s bottoms. “I don’t know.”

Draco laughed again, rolling his eyes and suppressing a grin at his repeated attempt to put off this conversation. “You don’t know much, do you?”

Harry narrowed his eyes at him, his scowl majorly overshadowed by the prominent blush travelling up his neck and deepening with each passing moment. “Piss off.”

Draco sighed, looking into Harry’s eyes for a long moment before he shifted his hips forward, allowing Harry’s arms to rest on his thighs entirely as he pulled him against him and kissed him almost softly.

It wasn’t a romantic kiss exactly, but it wasn’t as fuelled by pure arousal as every other kiss they had shared was.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time.” Draco murmured, making Harry’s hands tighten into his clothes as he let the words settle in.

A long time?

“How long?” Harry whispered, shifting onto his knees and bringing his arms up around Draco’s neck again, kissing him back with far more intensity than Draco was currently giving him.

He felt Draco smirk against his lips, his hands travelling down his torso and settling on his hips. “I think it’s your turn, isn’t it?”

Harry inwardly rolled his eyes at the deflection, though Draco wouldn’t have been able to see it since neither of them had really broken away from their kiss as they continued this half conversation.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He half scoffed, lacing his hands up and into Draco’s hair to accentuate his clear want for him.

“Not necessarily.” Draco argued, but made no move to stop him as his hands travelled up his back, eliciting shivers of arousal up his spine and making Harry arch into him and let out a quiet moan. “I want to hear you say it.”

Harry scoffed again, tightening his hands in his hair as he laced his tongue in with Draco’s in a bid to change the subject entirely.

He thought it was working, since Draco kissed him back and moved his tongue against his, his breathing deepening as he tilted Harry’s head the way he wanted. But then, he held his head in his hands and pulled away, looking at him expectantly as Harry gripped onto his wrists.

“Tell me, Potter.” He practically commanded, though his voice was still soft and tinged with want as he forced Harry to remain still and look him back in the eye.

“No.” Harry refused, his irritation only mildly overshadowing his arousal, though it was slightly fuelled by it as Draco refused to give him what he wanted unless he admitted to it.

Draco laughed at his stubbornness, making no move to kiss him again or push him away.

“No? We can stop here, then.” He murmured tauntingly, stroking his thumbs across Harry’s jaw as he leaned in and got so close that Harry thought he would kiss him again, but he didn’t.

“No.” Harry refused again, even he could hear the edge of desperation in the word.

“Say it, then.”

“Say what?”

“You know what.”

They stared at each other for a few beats. Harry did know what he wanted to hear; he wanted to hear him say he wanted Draco just like he had just admitted.

“You’re going to laugh at me. I know it.” Harry argued, sounding slightly childish as his frown edged into a pout and they continued staring at each other.

Draco laughed a short, disbelieving laugh at Harry’s childish reasoning behind refusing to outright admit his want for him.

“I won’t.” He laughed, but it didn’t sound like he was laughing at Harry. “You have five seconds to tell me, or we can both just forget any of this happened and I’ll leave.”

Harry’s hold in his wrists tightened as he spoke, his words spoken so softly only making him feel more desperate at the threat. Or, Harry supposed it wasn’t exactly a threat, just a condition.

“What do you want me to say?” He whispered, gripping Draco’s wrists to stop him from leaving if he really made good on his promise.

“Tell me you want me.” He murmured, stroking his thumbs over his skin again almost affectionately.

Harry swallowed as his eyes flitted down to Draco’s lips and back up again, his heart hammering in his ears as he forced the words out. “I want you.”

Draco smirked down at him now, his fingers stroking through his hair as he leaned into him. “Was that so hard?”

He murmured almost tauntingly, but Harry didn’t really have the time or the desire to heed it, because Draco’s lips finally connected with his again and none of it really mattered anymore.

He gripped onto his hair almost harshly, Harry’s lips parting in a gasp at the action which Draco quickly took advantage of, slipping his tongue past his lips and lacing it with his.

Harry moaned into the kiss as he pressed him further, his hands gripping now onto Draco’s thighs again as he sat back on his feet, allowing Draco full control as he stroked his tongue with his and his hands tightened in his hair, eliciting goosebumps up Harry’s neck.

He shivered as he felt Draco’s fingers skim down the skin of his arm, taking his wrist and guiding his hand upward until he pressed it into his cock, only a few inches above where Harry’s hand had been initially.

Harry felt his face heat up at the action, his eyes blinking open and seeing Draco’s stare back at him, half lidded and darkened with arousal as he wordlessly told Harry just how much he wanted him.

Taking a steeling breath, well as much as he could take while Draco was still kissing him in that way that made it almost entirely impossible to breathe in the first place, he pressed his hand into him intentionally, wrapping his fingers around his hardened cock as best he could through the material of his trousers.

He heard Draco’s soft moan sound from the back of his throat as they still held each other’s eyes, Harry’s blush only deepening as he now noticed that Draco’s face was equally flushed as he palmed his cock through his clothes.

“Have you done any of this before?” Draco asked lowly, taking his hand away and leaving Harry free reign to do what he wanted, not even ceasing the movement of his lips against his as he allowed his eyes to fall closed again.

“Some. Not a lot.” Harry admitted, being suddenly resentful of the fact that he hadn’t explored this side of himself more thoroughly, because now he was sure he was going to embarrass himself by trying to do it with Draco. “Have you? With a guy?”

Draco hummed in confirmation, only making Harry more nervous, because now he knew he had competition and still absolutely no clue what he was doing. “A few.”

Harry nodded, his hand faltering over Draco’s cock as he questioned whether he should really go through with this.

Draco drove the thought out when he laced his hands through his hair again, tilting his head back and kissing him more insistently before, shifting his hips and urging his cock further into his hand.

Harry moaned into the kiss, stroking his hand up his length as the other came up to the waistband of the pants he was wearing, attempting to pry it away so he could touch him properly.

“Eager, aren’t you?” Draco mused, lifting his hips regardless and helping Harry rid him of his bottoms.

Harry swallowed as he pulled away slightly, his lips faltering against Draco’s, who hadn’t ceased kissing him even now, as he looked between them and gripped Draco’s thighs again, his surge of confidence ebbing away slightly.

“Don’t think.” Draco interrupted his hesitation, holding his head in his hands and tilting his chin up to force his eyes back on him as he shifted his hips forward again and laced his tongue with his. “Just go with it.”

Harry let out a shaky breath as he wrapped his hand around him again, ignoring the way it shook as his nerves threatened to return despite Draco’s lips on his.

His hesitance was mostly forgotten when Draco’s breathing faltered, a low moan coming from his throat as Harry stroked his cock now with no barrier between their skin.

Harry’s lips felt sort of useless against his as he felt his arousal heighten at the sound, his hand moving up and down his cock again as he attempted to elicit a similar noise, which he did.

He relished in it as Draco tightened his hands into his hair, moaning into their kiss as Harry continued his movements, swallowing his nerves entirely as he stroked his thumb over the tip of his cock and felt him shudder against him.

Draco pulled away now, looking at him with eyes swimming with arousal as Harry’s hand didn’t falter, chasing the reactions that Draco had been giving him so far.

“You’ve done this?” Draco guessed lowly, and Harry nodded as he continued, watching as Draco caught his bottom lip between his teeth and urged his hips upward, urging himself into Harry’s hand as he chased his pleasure.

“How about this?” Draco asked, bringing his hand up to Harry’s jaw and stroking his bottom lip with his thumb before pressing it into his tongue, Harry’s jaw falling slack at the insinuation. “Hm?”

Harry shook his head, his head swimming with want as he watched Draco watch him, their eyes locked on to each other as Harry wrapped his lips around his thumb and sucked on it harshly.

Draco flashed a grin at him, his grip on his jaw tightening as he pressed further, his lips parted in a sigh as Harry sucked on his thumb.

“You want to?” He asked, wetting his own bottom lip as he retracted his thumb, stroking Harry’s bottom lip again as Harry took in a sharp breath.

His eyes flitted down to his hand wrapped around his cock, his nerves returning some at the prospect of going even further.

“You don’t have to. We can stop here if that’s too much for you.” He continued almost gently, his tone softening indefinitely as he leaned back on his other hand and watched him, his eyes still filled with arousal and a hint of longing that told Harry that he was hoping he’d refuse,

“No. I want to.” He admitted, keeping his eyes on his as he continued pumping his cock with his hand, his other gripping onto his thigh as he attempted to find the nerve to press on.

Draco just hummed softly, shifting his hips up and making it easier for Harry to suck him off like they were dancing around.

He swallowed as he watched his own movements, his heart pounding in his ears as he felt his face heat further as Draco kept his eyes on him.

His skin tingled when Draco traced his jaw with his fingers, lacing his hand through his hair and gently urging him further, though it wasn’t a forceful action, it merely gave Harry the chance to press on with this without having to do it all on his own.

He looked up as him as he leaned forwards, his lips parted as his tongue darted across his bottom lip, his eyes flitting downward and then back up again as his lips found the head of his cock and his hand faltered around him.

He swallowed as he watched his reaction, Draco seemed to have been holding his breath as he shifted his hips forward further and kept his hand in Harry’s hair, though he didn’t urge him any further and just stroked his hand through it almost soothingly.

Kissing the tip of it, he slid his other hand up his thigh and gripped Draco’s hip as if he were steadying himself, darting his tongue out to taste him as he released a shaky breath.

Draco let out a shaky breath of his own, but it was more fuelled by arousal and restraint rather than nervousness as Harry deliberated on taking him fully into his mouth.

He’d never done this before, and he didn’t want to be object to ridicule if he was really bad at it. He’d had it done for him before, so maybe he could go off that.

Instead of holding his eyes, he stared down at his hands as he took him in his mouth fully, tightening his grip on his hip as his hand stilled and he took as much of him in as he physically could.

He heard Draco moan quietly above him, his grip on his hair tightening as he looked back up at him again, forcing his eyes to remain on his as he retracted his mouth and then dipped his head again, sucking his cock as best he knew how as he took it back.

“Christ.” Draco breathed above him, shifting his hips so that he was more comfortable and allowing Harry to brace himself on his thighs as he continued his ministrations. “At least I know you’re not lying.”

Harry looked up at him questioningly, not pausing the actions of his mouth as he tried to breathe through his nose.

“You’re really terrible at this, Potter.” He mused, lacing his hand through his hair but making no move to stop him.

Harry frowned up at him, wanting to ask what the hell he expected but at the same time not wanting to be open to further ridicule, so he just continued, feeling as his face heated up and he tried to do better without asking what exactly he was doing wrong.

“Don’t push yourself so much.” Draco whispered, holding his eyes as he pulled on his hair gently, urging him in addition to his direction. “Use your tongue more, hide your teeth. You can use your hand, too,”

Harry felt his face heat further as he gave him tips so casually while he was already sucking him off.

He took his advice, obviously, hiding his teeth behind his lips first and foremost, pulling back slightly so that he wasn’t taking him so deeply, which was admittedly much easier, and moving his tongue around him instead, his jaw pretty much falling slack as he continued.

He looked up at him again questioningly, as if asking if this was better, moving his hand in succession with his mouth as he swirled his tongue around the head of his cock.

“Fuck. Much better.” Draco praised lowly, his breathing deepening as his hand tightened in his hair and he tilted his head back as he watched him.

Harry’s pupils dilated with want as his embarrassment was brushed aside by the new feelings pulling at his arousal at the sight of Draco watching him with the exact same look.

“Wanna loosen yourself up for me? Or would you rather me do that?” Draco asked lowly, his tone only mildly teasing.

Harry narrowed his eyes up at him, attempting to ignore the fluttering of his stomach and the shock of arousal that went through him at his words.

He took his hand from his hip, unfastening his trousers and allowing them to fall a fraction before he bought his hand back up and forced his fingers past Draco’s lips, not breaking eye contact or stopping the movements of his mouth or his tongue.

Draco’s eyes widened marginally at the action before he took his wrist, closing his lips around his fingers and swirling his tongue around them intentionally, his eyes darkening with further arousal at the sudden confident action.

Harry felt his stomach tighten and his cock tense at the sensation of his tongue around his fingers as he sucked on them, the wordless ask making his head swim with further desire as he swirled his tongue around Draco’s cock at the same time, mimicking his movements unconsciously as his hand continued to move around his cock in succession.

He only really did it for a few seconds, only sucked on his fingers long enough to coat them in spit that could be used for what he’d just requested of him, but it was an action that heightened both of their arousal by an unfathomable margin.

“You know what you’re doing?” Draco murmured as Harry took his hand back, shifting on his knees as he retracted his other hand from his cock and instead braced it on his hip as he pulled his trousers down further and circled himself with his fingers, the accumulation from the action of Draco sucking on them making them move easily.

He rolled his eyes up at him as he continued, easing his fingers into himself slowly as he held his eyes and continued sucking him off.

Draco smirked down at him, lacing his fingers through his hair intentionally as he urged his hips up and his cock further into his mouth, though it wasn’t so overbearing.

“Yeah? You do this for yourself a lot?” He asked, making Harry’s blush deepen slightly as he hesitantly nodded up at him and continued wordlessly. “Just for yourself? Or did some other prick get to you before I did?” He asked, his tone now tinged with irritation as he tightened his fingers in Harry’s hair, pulling him off and making him suck in a breath through his teeth. “Were you lying before?”

“No!” Harry gasped, his one hand gripping Draco’s thigh as the other faltered behind him, his fingers fighting to press further into himself at the act of outright dominance from him.

“No?” Draco asked now almost soothingly, continuing his fingers through his hair as if to erase the harsh action before he bought his hand up to Harry’s jaw. “You just loosen yourself up for the fun of it? Hm?”

Harry felt his face heat further at his questioning as he stroked his bottom lip with his thumb and held his eyes. He looked up at him meaningfully, his brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed as he frowned almost defiantly.

“Oh.” Draco laughed shortly, letting go of his chin and allowing Harry to take him in his mouth again, which he did eagerly just so he wouldn’t have to give him a verbal answer. “You fuck yourself?” He continued tauntingly, stroking his fingers through his hair again before he tightened them, tracing his thumb around the shell of his ear instead.

Harry just stared up at him, his eyes darkening with arousal as he sucked him harder than he had been doing, ensuring to follow all of Draco’s earlier instructions on how to do it properly as he swirled his tongue around him and took him a little deeper.

Draco bared his teeth into a grin as he watched him, breathing a shaky breath that bordered on a laugh as he watched him. “You think of me? When you fuck yourself?”

Harry didn’t say anything, didn’t nod or shake his head, he just kept sucking him off as if refusing the question, which somehow made the answer all too obvious. Though, the blush creeping further up his neck and deepening with the question probably gave him away more than anything else.

“Hmm.” Draco hummed amusedly, watching him and relaxing his fingers again, simply allowing Harry free reign as he watched him suck him off and finger himself. “How long do you need?”

Harry’s breathing deepened at the question, his anticipation heightening as he worked to ready himself for what Draco was insinuating. He tapped two fingers on his thigh as he continued sucking him off, fucking himself with his fingers in succession, following the same rhythm.

“Two minutes?” Draco asked, stroking his hands through his hair as he tilted his head back and groaned lowly. “You better do well enough, Potter. I won’t be very pleased if I have to coddle you because you can’t take it.”

Harry’s breathing faltered at the warning, his cock somehow hardening further as if he was aroused by the words.

“Hm.” He moaned around his cock as he increased his efforts on both sides, sucking him with more enthusiasm as he eased another finger into himself, not quite sure what Draco was intending to do with him at this point.

Well, he knew he was going to fuck him, obviously, but he didn’t know if he would stop if it hurt. He couldn’t see him not stopping if he asked him to, but then from his most recent request, he wasn’t so sure.

“You’ve got thirty seconds, Potter.” Draco warned him, his jaw clenched as if he were holding himself back.

Harry held his eyes with a smirk in his expression, or the best he could hold one with Draco’s cock still in his mouth. He was mostly sure he’d be fine, it’s not like he didn’t have enough technical experience even if he hadn’t actually fucked a man before.

Draco wasn’t exactly wrong with his taunts, Harry constantly fucked himself and thought of him while doing it. He’d imagined this exact scenario more times than he could count, constantly having to stop himself from following Draco off the quidditch pitch after every match.

The only reason he didn’t stop himself this time was because he had been half sure that Draco wanted the exact same thing, which he had.

Harry pulled away before Draco had instructed him to, kicking his bottoms almost completely off before he straddled him easily, bracing his hands on his shoulders as Draco stiffened beneath him.

“You’re awfully confident all of a sudden.” He murmured before Harry shut him up by lacing his tongue with his, feeling as Draco smirked against his lips and he felt his cock pressing into him from below.

“Yes. I think of you all the time when I fuck myself.” Harry answered breathlessly, feeling the tip of his cock pressing into him as he shifted on top of him and urged himself down onto him.

“Look who’s finally talking.” Draco mused, shifting his hips and easing himself into Harry minimally, but not urging him further than he was already going himself.

“Yeah. Kinda hard to talk with your dick in my mouth, Malfoy.” He bit back at him, the words only slightly breathless as he eased himself down onto him fully, bottoming out and then pausing to allow himself to acclimatise to the feeling as he panted against him.

“Didn’t look like you minded it much, Potter.” He taunted, leaning back into the lockers behind him as his hands settled on Harry’s hips, making no move to force him to move before he was really ready, nor was he making any move himself. “Fuck. You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted you wrapped around my cock like this.”

Harry’s blush deepened at his words as he wrapped his arms up and around his neck, both of them holding each other’s eyes as they paused, just taking in how the other felt and not doing much else.

“How long?” He whispered after swallowing his nerves, watching as Draco’s smirk turned into a grin and he circled his thumbs in his skin.

“Long enough.” He replied almost teasingly, seeming to take amusement in the fact that Harry was actually interested in how long Draco had been wanting to fuck him for. “You going to move anytime soon? Or are we waiting for the sun to set?”

Harry rolled his eyes at his impatience, releasing a shaky breath as he shifted up on his knees, bracing himself on Draco’s shoulders before he eased himself back down again and repeated, establishing a steady and slow rhythm that wouldn’t overwhelm him.

His breathing deepened and faltered as he continued, neither of them looking away as Harry took his cock deeper with every movement and Draco watched him do it, his hold on his hips tightening as he guided him minimally and refrained from fucking into him before he was really ready for it.

“How’s it feel?” He asked lowly, his own breathing deepening and almost matching Harry’s as the feeling of being inside him enveloped him whole.

“It’s fine.” Harry replied, his voice shaking as he continued, picking up the pace minimally as he got used to the feeling of Draco’s cock inside him. “Not much different to when I do it by myself.”

Draco laughed up at him, skimming his hands up his sides and dipping his head to trail kisses up his bare shoulder. “Right. Suppose I’m just a sex toy to you, then.” He murmured, sounding slightly bitter of the fact. “Want me to make it feel a million times better?”

Harry’s breathing caught at the question, his blush somehow deepening as he tightened his hold on Draco’s shoulders. “If you want.”

Draco laughed against him, a low breathy chuckle right in Harry’s ear that somehow added to his current arousal. “Don’t sound too excited.” He muttered sarcastically, sucking softly on the skin of Harry’s neck rather than make good on his offer, which annoyed Harry a little. “We can just keep going like this, then.”

“Why?” Harry scoffed, feeling as Draco grinned into his skin before raking his teeth across it.

“Isn’t that what you want? You seem perfectly happy just riding my cock like you are.” He murmured almost tauntingly, though the words sent a shiver up Harry’s spine that made him falter in his movements. “Pick up the pace, Potter. I’m starting to get bored.”

Harry frowned down at him, though Draco wouldn’t see it since he hadn’t ceased the path his lips were taking as he sucked softly every so often as he went.

He obeyed hesitantly, not quite sure what he was supposed to be doing but quickening the pace of his movements nonetheless, feeling as Draco’s grip on his hips tightened and he sucked a little harsher on his skin.

He was obviously doing something right.

“Is that better?” He asked, trying to sound sarcastic but not quite succeeding, as some of his genuine nervousness had crept into his tone.

“It’s alright. I don’t think you’re quite there yet.” Draco taunted again, though his voice sounded strained and made Harry think that he was probably enjoying this more than he was making out.

He rolled his eyes at him, sliding his hands up from his shoulders and into his hair as he urged his lips against him further, secretly relishing in it whenever Draco sucked an unintentional mark into his skin.

“Fuck, Potter.” He whispered harshly, sliding his hands up his back as he now rested his head on his shoulder and held him against him.

Harry’s bit his lip as he listened to his breathing deepen, his reactions spurring him on as he unintentionally picked up the pace further. He tightened his hands into his hair as he lifted himself off his cock almost completely before he practically slammed himself down onto it again, the action causing his cock to reach deeper than before and eliciting a shock of pleasure through him, making him still momentarily.

“Fuck.” He breathed before he leaned back slightly, watching as Draco did the same, shifting on the bench and leaning back so that Harry could have more control over his movements.

He took it gladly, only being mildly embarrassed that Draco was now watching him chase his own pleasure, using his cock to do it.

Lifting himself off him again, he repeated his earlier actions and dropped his hips back down, an unrestrained moan sounding as his cock slammed into a spot deep inside him that sent a shock of pleasure to every single one of his nerve endings.

Draco’s lips parted as he watched him, his breathing deepening as he guided his hips, helping him reach that spot as he shifted his hips forward and watched Harry ride him almost shamelessly, his earlier hesitance now completely washed away by the feeling.

“Fuck. Much better.” He spoke almost tauntingly, the low tones of his words making Harry’s arousal heighten as they watched each other. “Such a fast learner, Potter.”

“Piss off.” Harry breathed harshly, bracing his hands now on Draco’s forearms as he gripped his hips, guiding him down into his cock and making it feel like he was fucking him deeper than before. “Fuck. It’s good.” He whimpered, making Draco’s eyes darken with arousal as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Yeah? Want me to make it even better?” He asked again, this time sounding like he would actually follow through with the claim.

“Yeah.” Harry moaned, tightening his fingers around his arms as his anticipation and excitement heightened with his arousal.

Draco wrapped his arms around him then, standing abruptly and making Harry yelp before he wrapped himself around him.

“Jesus. A little warning?” He said breathlessly, watching as Draco smirked up at him and pressed him into the lockers that had been behind them.

“You had your fucking warning.” He whispered as he hooked his arms under his legs, lifting one of his ankles onto his shoulder as he supported his back with the other. “Warning; I’m going to fuck you into this locker.” He added before he pulled out of him almost fully, barely giving Harry the chance to respond before he slammed his hips back into him again.

“Fuck!” Harry whined, bracing his hands on his shoulders as his toes curled at Draco’s cock hitting that spot that made him almost overcome with pleasure.

“It’s better, isn’t it?” He asked lowly as he continued the relentless pace of his hips, barely giving Harry the time to think as he fucked into that spot deep inside him that he hadn’t even really known was there until now.

“God! Fuck- Yes!” He moaned, tilting his head back into the lockers as Draco held his legs apart and fucked him relentlessly.

“Fuck. You’re taking it a lot better than I would’ve thought. Are you sure you’ve never been fucked before?”

“Fuck off!”

Draco laughed, his grip on his leg and hip tightening as he focused on fucking into that spot at a relentless pace, the force of his thrusts steadily increasing once he knew Harry could take it properly.

“Fuck, Harry.” He groaned, making Harry’s heart stammer in his chest at the sudden change in his name. He didn’t think he’d ever actually heard Draco call him that before.

“What?” He questioned it breathlessly, not really meaning to, but the word was out before he had the chance to think about it. Maybe that had something to do with Draco fucking his mind completely blank.

“What?” Draco repeated back at him, his eyes narrowing a fraction. It seemed like he was annoyed at Harry questioning him. “God I wish I’d fucked you a lot sooner. You sound fucking gorgeous getting fucked by me, you know that Harry?”

Harry felt his arousal impossibly heighten at his praise as well as the continued use of his name, his head falling back into the lockers as he spread his legs further and tightened his hold on him.

“Fuck.” Draco breathed, shifting his position so that Harry’s legs were wrapped around his hips and their bodies were pressed together, pinning his wrists either side of his head; the position lessening the force of his thrusts slightly but still hitting that magical spot and making Harry’s head spin. “Can you say my name?”

“What?” Harry whispered, unable to see the expression on Draco’s face since he’d buried his head into his neck. “Malfoy-”

“You know what I’m asking.” He spoke lowly in his ear, the tone almost threatening as he pulled his thrusts and waited for Harry’s answer.

“I’m not sure I do, Malfoy.” He replied, knowing full well what Draco wanted him to say, but the tone of his voice inexplicably excited him and made him sort of want to piss him off for real just to see what he’d do.

Draco scoffed a laugh in his ear, slamming into him harshly and reaching even deeper than he had before and then stilling, making Harry arch off the lockers and moan unrestrained as he clung to him.

“You really want to piss me off, Potter?” He asked, trailing his lips up his neck and to his ear as he spoke lowly.

“Aw. What happened to Harry?” Harry replied tauntingly, tightening his legs around his waist and wrapping his arms around his neck, lacing his fingers through his hair almost affectionately, though it was a mocking action.

Draco pulled back then, a glint in his eyes and a grin in his expression, though it wasn’t one of amusement or elation, more one of nasty excitement that sent a thrill through him.

“Don’t make me-”

“Malfoy!” They both stilled when the changing room door slammed against the wall from a dozen feet away, assumedly Draco’s teammates stood behind it.

“Yeah?” He shouted back, that glint in his eye only sharpening as he slowly pulled out of him. Harry looked back at him pleadingly, knowing full well what he was about to do.

“What are you doing? We’re waiting for you!” One of his teammates shouted again, his voice sounding much closer this time.

Draco raised his eyebrows at him as if in challenge, holding Harry’s eyes as he narrowed his eyes at him.

“Malfoy, don’t- Hm!”

Draco slammed his hips into him regardless of his teammate not that far away, Harry’s whispered pleas being cut short as he bit his tongue in an attempt to stop whatever noise was trying to come out of him.

“…are you in there with someone?” His teammate questioned, making Harry look up at him pleadingly again as he gripped onto his shoulders and shook his head.

Draco seemed to be ignoring his desperation, because he kept his eyes on him as he slowly pulled out of him again, Harry’s breathing deepening as he attempted to steel himself to keep quiet.

“No. I’m by myself. I’ll be out in a bit, give me like half an hour.” He responded to his teammate easily, slamming his cock back into him as soon as he’d finished speaking and causing Harry to arch off the lockers and dig his nails into his shoulders as he held his breath, his head spinning with the force of his cock mixed with not being able to breathe without alerting whoever was behind them to what was happening.

“Give me what I want or I’ll keep going.” Draco threatened lowly, pulling his hips again as Harry clamped his hand over his mouth and breathed shakily.

“Oh. Alright. See you in a bit, then. Gryffindor’s invited all the houses for a party, since it was the last quidditch match for us. So, we’ll maybe see you there?” His teammate asked, and Harry felt like his voice was far too close for comfort.

“Yeah. Maybe.” Draco shouted back, looking at Harry expectantly with raised brows and narrowed eyes as his hips faltered.

Harry shook his head, practically glaring at him as he kept his hand clamped over his mouth.

“Three seconds.” He whispered, his grip on Harry’s knees tightening as he stared back at him expectantly.

Harry knew he should have just given in and given him what he wanted, all he really wanted him to do was say his name. It’s not even like he didn’t want to say it. He just fucking loved the thrill coursing through him right now.

“Two.”

Harry glared back at him, his ears on high alert for how close his teammates were. He knew they still hadn’t left, because the door hadn’t slammed closed yet.

“One.”

Draco stared back at him expectantly, obviously thinking that Harry would have fully given in to him by now.

When he didn’t show any signs of relenting, a grin spread across Draco’s expression again, that glint in his eye returning as Harry so obviously defied him in hopes he’d fuck him in front of an audience.

“Christ, Potter. You’re fucking…” He slammed his cock into him again, this time not stilling as Harry tensed at the action and held his breath, his hips continuing that relentless pace as he fucked him into the lockers, his teammates assumedly still on the other side.

“You know how to get there, right?” His teammate called again, sounding much further away than last time, like he was at the door again.

“Yeah!” Draco replied without even ceasing his thrusts, fucking into Harry even harder as he clung to him and clamped his hand over his mouth in a bid to quiet himself.

They both finally heard the door slam closed again, but Harry still held his breath as he listened, knowing that they’d probably still be able to hear them through the door.

He waited a few moments before he let go, his lungs emptying into a desperate whine as Draco lifted his legs, holding his knees and pressing him into the lockers as he continued fucking him.

“You’d really rather get caught fucking me than say my name?” Draco asked lowly, seeming genuinely irritated but mostly excited by what had just happened.

“No-” Harry gasped, feeling as his body tensed with an all too familiar feeling as he gripped onto him. “Draco, I’m gonna come-” He whined, and Draco grinned at him at the use of his name now when he had refused to say it even when he threatened to out him to the entire Slytherin Quidditch team.

“Yeah? You like fucking in front of an audience, Harry?” He taunted, not letting up his pace or the force of his thrusts as he drove Harry closer to the brink easily.

“Yes!” He moaned unthinkingly, gripping onto his arms as he leaned back into the lockers now that he didn’t have to keep himself quiet.

“Yeah? I fucking bet. You know how tight you were squeezing my cock when Flint was in here?” He asked tauntingly as he continued slamming his cock into him, that nasty grin still in place as he altered their position again and gripped onto Harry’s hips instead, fucking into him easily.

“Fuck! Draco- Touch me, please-”

“Yeah? Want me to touch you, Harry?”

“Yes! Fuck!”

“Since you asked me so nicely.” Draco murmured, letting go of one of Harry’s legs and slipping his hand between them, wrapping it around his cock easily and making Harry’s head fall back into the lockers.

“Fu-ck!”

“That good?” Draco spoke lowly, wetting his bottom lip and catching it between his teeth as he watched him react to his touch.

“Yeah- So fucking good!” Harry whined, squeezing his eyes shut as his body shuddered and arched into Draco at his coming orgasm. “Fuck!”

“God. You gonna come?”

“Yes.” Harry breathed, his breath coming in harsh pants as he blinked his eyes open, holding Draco’s gaze as he continued watching him, making his body feel far hotter than before as he continued that unrelenting rhythm of his hips.

“You don’t wanna wait for me?” Draco asked, sounding mildly amused and teasing while not slowing any of the sensations that were adding to Harry’s coming climax.

“I can’t!” He whined, his fingers gripping into his hair desperately as he held his eyes.

Draco gave him a false sympathetic look, dipping his head and kissing him gently and only making Harry’s head spin further at the complete contrast between his lips and the force of his cock.

“Wait for me.” He murmured lowly, slowing his hand and instead pressing his thumb into the tip of his cock, making his impending orgasm still completely as he intentionally kept him on that edge as he continued ramming his cock into him.

“Malfoy!” He whined in protest, leaning back into the lockers and clinging to him almost desperately.

“Come on. I know you can do it, Potter. Just hang on a little bit for me, I’m almost there.” He spoke lowly, speaking encouragement that somehow sounded like delicious words of praise.

“Fuck- Please!” Harry pleaded, not exactly sure himself what he was even asking for. “Hurry up!”

Draco laughed against him, increasing his pace and seeming to focus more on chasing his own orgasm than eliciting pleasure in Harry like he had been doing this whole time.

“Fuck. You feel so fucking good. So fucking tight and warm, fucking perfect.” Draco panted in his ear as he continued stroking his cock slowly, circling his thumb over the head of it and making Harry’s eyes roll back into his head.

“Sh-Shut up.” Harry responded, feeling his blush deepen at the words even though they had been fucking for the past half an hour. “How much longer?”

He felt Draco grin against his skin, but he still didn’t pull back to look at him and thankfully didn’t slow his pace. “Desperate are you, Potter?”

“Fuck- off.”

Draco chuckled against him again, breathing a deep breath as he refocused himself on chasing both of their release.

“Fuck. Not long. Can I come inside?” He spoke lowly, his words sounding shaky as his shoulders tensed and his hand sped as he stroked Harry’s cock.

“Yeah- Just hurry up!” Harry whimpered, feeling his release fast approaching as Draco’s grip on him lessened and he leaned back to angle his thrusts easier and fuck into him a little more desperately.

His thrusts became less practiced as he held his eyes, Harry’s teeth catching his bottom lip as he tilted his head back and moaned deeply, his legs tightening around Draco’s hips as he felt that familiar pressure finally snap.

“Fuck!” He whined, throwing his head back into the locker and making them clang loudly, but he couldn’t bring himself to care as he came between him, his cock pulsing in Draco’s hand as his release spilled over his fist and made his hand move around him even easier.

“Fuck.” Draco gasped as he followed, Harry’s hole tightening around his cock driving him over that same edge as he fucked into him harshly, burying his cock as deep as it could go as he came.

They both panted and moaned against each other as Draco continued fucking into him, his thrusts going from desperate to lazy as he wrung out the last remnants of pleasure from both of their orgasms, not stopping his hand as he continued to stroke Harry’s cock and lessening the pressure of his movements in succession with his thrusts.

“Fuck.” Draco repeated with more conviction, retracting his hand as he leaned into the locker and pinned Harry against it, pressing his forehead into the cold metal door of it.

“What?” Harry questioned him, the word coming out as a shaky and unsure whisper at Draco’s sudden change in demeanour.

“That was fucking amazing.”

Harry laughed, relaxing his body against him as he leaned his head on his shoulder and relaxed his arms around his shoulders. “Yeah.”

“Still not going to admit that that was what you really followed me in here for?”

“Piss off.”

Draco chuckled against him as he relaxed his hold on him, his cock completely stilling as they both panted against each other, just waiting for their breathing to slow wordlessly.

When it did, Draco pulled away from Harry slowly, looking down at him with pupils blown as he kissed him slowly and softly.

“We’re definitely doing that again.” He mumbled against his lips, and it wasn’t even a question.

“Yeah? I was just trying to make you feel better for losing against me again, though.” Harry argued amusedly, tracing his fingers up his shoulders and his neck and into his hair as he kissed him back, tilting his head the way he wanted it as Draco pressed his cock into him again at the action.

“Yeah? I still feel really upset about it.”

“Aw. Do you?” Harry mocked back at him, grinning against his lips and pulling back from him. “Get out of me. I have a party to go to.”

Draco laughed shortly at him before rolling his eyes, holding his knees as he shifted his hips and pulled out of him slowly.

“Fuck.” He breathed as he watched, making Harry’s face heat up as he so shamelessly watched something so lewd.

“Hey.” Harry gripped his chin and forced his eyes up to his, earning a devious grin from him as he rolled them.

“What? You’ll admit that you want to get railed in front of my teammates but I can’t look at you?”

Harry frowned up at him as he pushed him away, narrowing his eyes as Draco gently set him on his feet, not letting go of him yet as he wasn’t sure how steady he’d be.

“Piss off. I did not say that. That’s you assuming things.”

Draco rolled his eyes and laughed, the intensity of everything that had just happened easing substantially as they parted.

They both showered quickly after that, not wanting to risk getting caught now that the reality of what might happen if they were actually set in to both of them.

They both knew that it was quite odd that they’d both go missing for the better part of an hour after their quidditch game; maybe it was even longer than that.

But still, neither of them seemed to really care when they were walking through to the Gryffindor Eighth year dorm, neither of them really considering what everyone might think if they turned up together.

Harry supposed it would earn them more than a few questioning glances when he turned up with someone he had been in such an openly hostile rivalry with after being missing for an hour.

Still, he ignored that and approached Ron and Hermione as if nothing were amiss. “Alright?”

“Alright?” Ron greeted him equally casually, either not noticing that he’d turned up with Malfoy or just not really seeing it as odd.

“What is that?” Hermione obviously wasn’t extending the same courtesy, grasping his chin between her fingers and tilting his head away in a less than gentle manner.

“What?” Harry asked, not quite sure what she was referring to. “What is it?”

“Bloody hell.” Ron joined in her exclamations, leaning in to inspect whatever Hermione had pointed out. “You shagged Malfoy?” He asked, far louder than necessary.

“What?” Harry scoffed at him, shaking off Hermione’s hold on his chin and glaring at him, trying to ignore the several sets of eyes now on him at his outburst. “I did not.” He replied equally loudly, ensuring that everyone who heard Ron’s outburst would also hear it.

Hermione laughed at him half disbelieving before she dragged him through the common room and up the stairs to his dorm, unkindly shoving him in front of a mirror.

“What the fuck.” He muttered to himself as he looked at his reflection, his neck littered with small red marks that he had absolutely no idea were there. “I’m gonna fucking kill him.”

Ron laughed shortly at him, eying them up along with him as if assessing the damage himself. “You admit it, then?”

“Piss off.” He scoffed, frowning at his reflection as he tried to massage the marks out of his skin, which obviously didn’t work. “Can you get rid of them Hermione?”

Hermione rolled her eyes at him but pulled out her wand regardless of her coming reprimand. “I shouldn’t think it would matter. Everyone’s seen them already and everyone watched you walk in with him after going M.I.A for god knows how long.”

She waved her wand anyway, erasing the marks and making Harry’s reflection a lot easier to look at. He breathed a sigh of relief, but his relief was quickly overshadowed by Malfoy’s reflection staring back at him with a smirk as he obviously followed them after he was able to shake his teammates off.

“Fuck off.” Harry scoffed at him, letting his hands fall to his sides as he glared back at him.

This seemed to amuse him, because he grinned back at him as Hermione and Ron turned to look at him.

They both excused themselves unceremoniously, leaving Harry alone with him as his blush deepened and his irritation grew with his embarrassment.

“I put them there for a reason, you know? Why’d you erase them?” He mused as he crossed the room, stepping out of the door to allow Ron and Hermione to return to the common room, standing behind him as he held his eyes in his reflection.

“Why didn’t you tell me they were there? I’ve walked through the whole school practically displaying them!” He asked accusingly, his hands tightening at his sides as he tried to ignore the butterflies that had risen when Draco wrapped his arms around his waist and held him from behind, resting his chin atop his shoulder.

“Sorry. It was quite amusing that you didn’t notice. Why did you think everyone was staring at you?”

“I thought they were staring at us! Not just me!”

“I suppose it could have been both.” Draco laughed, pressing a kiss into his shoulder and somehow lessening his irritation and swelling at the same time. “I was just getting a win on you.”

Harry narrowed his eyes at him as he held his eyes in the mirror, continuing the path of his lips up his neck as he reawakened the arousal that had not long been quelled.

“Hope it was worth it.” He scoffed, glaring at him but making no move to push him away. “Everyone knows you’re the one who put them there.

“That doesn’t bother me. I want people to know.”

“Why?”

Draco shrugged, slipping his hands on his hips and his fingers under the hem of his shirt as he sucked on his neck softly, earning a warning glare from Harry.

He rolled his eyes, letting his head fall back onto his shoulder as he continued kissing a line up his neck. “Can we go back in there together?” He murmured in his ear, still holding his eyes as both of their breathing changed and deepened.

Harry narrowed his eyes at him, scoffing at the request before he really thought of it. It’s not like he really cared if everyone knew that him and Draco had fucked, they didn’t have much long left in school anyway and with their exams coming up, he didn’t think many people would really care.

“Fine. Get off.” He scoffed as he shifted, putting a little space between them and ceasing the path of Draco’s lips on his skin.

They returned to the common room now, Draco uncharacteristically joining him as he rejoined Ron and Hermione, who looked between them only slightly uneasily before they both collectively accepted his sudden presence.

Everyone else stared at them for only a few minutes, all of them ignoring their eyes before they seemed to shrug it off and get back to their own conversations.

Except Draco’s Quidditch team captain, Marcus Flint, who seemed to look over at them with narrowed eyes every so often.

Harry just ignored it, and the atmosphere soon lightened and everyone was acting as if it wasn’t odd that Draco was spending time with him and Ron and Hermione without barking insults at them.

Perhaps this would be far more than just an intense fuck in the Slytherin locker rooms like Harry assumed.

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.

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.

“Are you really gonna stare at that map all night again?” Ron suddenly voiced from next to Harry, pulling him out of his own thoughts.

Harry was laying in bed watching the Marauders Map; something he found himself doing far more often than was healthy at this point.

He knew that Malfoy was doing something, whether Hermione and Ron believed him or not. Harry knew what he’d heard in that compartment and he was almost completely sure that he was visiting the Room of Requirement almost nightly after hours.

“He’s doing something.” Harry insisted for probably the millionth time, making Ron roll his eyes at him.

“So he’s doing something. So what? Has he ever not been doing something the whole time we’ve known him?” Ron sounded tired of hearing about the same thing over and over.

“This is different, Ron. He’s sneaking out after hours every night.”

“You used to sneak around the corridors every night, Harry. It doesn’t mean he’s a Death Eater. He’s barely an adult for God’s sake!”

“He’s going in the Room of Requirement! Every night! He’s doing something, I know it!” Harry thrust the map in Ron’s direction, emphasising Malfoy’s little black dot that was moving through the corridors.

Ron rolled his eyes at him as if he was out of his mind, though there was a hint of pity behind his eyes that Harry didn’t like.

“We used to go into the room of requirement every week! Maybe he just wants some privacy.” Ron argued again, getting into bed dismissively.

Harry stared down at the map again, Malfoy’s little character moving through the corridors and his eyes moving with it.

There was no way he was just innocently using the Room, not after what Harry had heard him saying to Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini in that train compartment.

It had been months since then, and Malfoy’s behaviour had become increasingly suspicious with each passing day. Harry should know, he spent a majority of his time watching him, finding out what he was doing. Though he hadn’t really found out anything other than that he was doing something.

He watched as the black moving dot passed through the corridor that would lead to their common room, but he turned the other way.

“I’m going to find out what he’s doing. You both think i’m crazy but i’m telling you, I’ll prove he’s a fucking Death Eater.” Harry muttered as he got out of bed, Ron looking at him as if he’d completely lost it.

“You can’t be serious! What are you gonna do if you get caught? If you’re right about him, don’t you think he’d love the chance to be one on one with you? ‘Specially after you landed his old man in Azkaban.” Ron argued with him, but made no move to physically stop him.

He probably knew it was useless; once Harry got an idea in his head it was pretty hard to stop him from acting on it.

“I’ll be careful.” He almost mumbled dismissively, digging through his bedside cabinet for his invisibility cloak and not even looking back at Ron before he silently crept down the stairs to the Gryffindor common room.

Thankfully, no one was down there that he’d have to sneak past or explain himself to. He looked down at the Map in his hands; Malfoy was still moving about in this floor. He should catch up with him quickly before his character disappeared altogether.

His footsteps sounded silently through the Common room as he crossed it, ducking out through the hole in the wall and coming to a halt once the painting had swung open.

As soon as he stepped into the corridor he threw the cloak over his shoulders, concealing himself from anyone else who might be wandering the halls this late.

He followed the map, his feet rushed but silent as he attempted to catch up with Malfoy, who was now ascending the staircase on the far end of this floor.

When he got closer, he put the map away, hiding himself completely as he listened intently for Malfoy’s footsteps.

He peered round the corner, watching as the tall blonde crept silently up the stairs. Harry started after him, ensuring not to even breathe too loudly.

He’d managed to follow him only a few steps behind without alerting him to his presence, pausing whenever he paused and ensuring to match his own footsteps with Malfoy’s.

He came to a stop when Malfoy did, watching as he turned towards him.

For a second, he thought that maybe he’d deduced that he’d been followed, but he stared straight though him and down to the other end of the corridor, squinting in the darkness before he peered down the corridor adjacent, doing the same, listening.

He was checking if the coast was clear.

Harry’s heart sped up ever so briefly as he did so, the suspense from what he was sure to soon see making him both excited and nervous.

What was he going to do if his suspicions were confirmed? Would he confront him? Take it to Dumbledore? To Ron? Hermione? No one believed him before, would telling them more of what he’d seen really change anything?

He watched with bated breath as Malfoy faced the wall, closing his eyes and exhaling through his nose as he focused himself on conjuring up the Room of Requirement.

The door materialised from the wall, which had been blank up until now. He didn’t really have time to match Malfoy’s footsteps as he followed after him, almost tripping over his own feet as he attempted to walk as close to him as possible without touching him but trying to avoid the door closing before he could get in at the same time.

Malfoy paused as the door closed behind them both, trapping Harry between it and him. There wasn’t enough space for Harry to step around him and it would be even more likely now that Malfoy would hear his footsteps within the four walls of a room.

He held his breath and Malfoy looked around the room, around at him, it felt like.

After a long moment, Malfoy seemed to shrug to himself and continue on, making Harry release a shaky breath to himself before he followed after him; now being very careful to keep as much distance as possible without losing him and matching his footsteps at the same time.

He patted his wand in the pocket of his robes, feeling a sense of safety in making sure he had it. He had to be prepared if Malfoy suddenly rounded on him, somehow deducing that he was there.

He continued on in the direction he’d watched Malfoy take, coming to a stop when he rounded a corner to find him stood still, looking up at a set of tall doors.

He crept closer as silently as he could, slotting himself between two waist high cabinets that were visibly filled with clutter and trinkets.

Now that Harry thought about it, this whole room was lined with random objects that didn’t really have any business being together. It was like he was stood in a hoarder’s dream.

Trying to fold in on himself, he watched Malfoy in silence, his arms held close to his sides and his lungs only taking in the minimum amount of air required to not pass out.

He watched as Malfoy opened the doors of what seemed to be a cupboard stood in front of him, placing something inside and closing it again.

Was he just hiding something?

Harry frowned to himself as he tried to discern what he might have put in there. He could check when Malfoy left, if that’s all he was coming in here to do.

Much to Harry’s confusion, Malfoy didn’t turn to leave. He just stood there, staring at the closed doors for a few seconds.

What was he waiting for?

Then he stepped forward and opened the doors again before cursing under his breath, slamming the door closed in anger after picking up whatever he had put inside before.

Harry tried not to react to it, but it did make him jump a little. Luckily, he managed to stay relatively still and Malfoy made no indication that he knew he was there.

He continued watching as Malfoy moved about the cupboard, tweaking and cluttering around with his wand held in his hand as he did so.

After a while, he stopped and stared at it again. Harry heard as he took a deep breath, seemingly steeling himself for something before he opened the door again, replacing the object he’d taken out of it before.

Then he did the same thing as before, just staring at the doors as he stood a few feet away from it, then opening it when an indiscriminate amount of time had passed.

This time, he did more than just curse and slam the doors.

He slammed the doors closed, making Harry’s body jolt even though he’d been unconsciously expecting it, then he picked up a random object close to him and threw it at nothing in particular.

Objects over on the opposite side of the room all clattered loudly, falling off of shelves and onto the floor as whatever Malfoy had thrown at them collided.

Malfoy stood and stared at the clutter for a long moment before he kicked over a chest of drawers that stood to his left, making Harry unconsciously back away from the array of objects that fell at his feet.

He backed into what he thought was a wall, but turned out to be a very tall wardrobe or cabinet of some kind. Whatever it was, it shifted under Harry’s weight and threatened to fall over, so Harry instinctively backed away from it, causing it to fall back into it’s original position.

An array of objects fell from on top of it, and Malfoy looked over at them, his eyes narrowing.

The objects fell on Harry, luckily nothing too heavy, and he had to fight to remain completely still as Malfoy now stared almost directly at him.

His eyes were unfocused since he couldn’t actually see Harry, though he felt them as if he was staring right into his.

“Is that you, Potter?” Malfoy snapped pointedly, much too loud for the silence that had been surrounding Harry since he’d left his dorm room.

Harry didn’t move, didn’t even dare to breathe while his focus was pointed in his direction. There’s no way he’d actually be able to know that he was there, he was just guessing.

If he stayed still and silent, he was sure that Malfoy would brush the thought off as ridiculous and either leave or continue on with whatever it was he was doing.

“Weasley with you, is he?” Malfoy spoke again, stepping towards him this time.

Okay, maybe Harry couldn’t get out of this by just pretending he wasn’t there. If he stayed still for much longer, Malfoy would probably be able to get his hands on him and he didn’t much fancy his chances of returning to his dorm unscathed if that happened.

“No. Just me.” He finally spoke, his voice sounding a lot more sure than he actually felt.

Malfoy paused at his words, his frown deepening as his suspicions were confirmed. He pulled out his wand again and pointed it in Harry’s direction, but didn’t cast any charms or curses just yet.

Harry felt frozen, willing his hands to move and retrieve his own wand; but they didn’t listen.

“Take it off.” Malfoy commanded, his voice breaking and his wand shaking in his hand as he tried to remain in control of his overflowing irritation.

Harry frowned to himself before obeying, lifting the cloak over his head and off his shoulders and letting it fall into a pile at his feet. He held his hands up in surrender as Malfoy continued to advance on him, pressing him further into the cupboard that had given him away in the first place, his fingers tightening around his wand as he stepped forward again.

“God, you’re so fucking pathetic. Following me around now are you?” Malfoy spat at him, though he made no further move to advance on him.

Harry swallowed, his eyes flickering around the room in an attempt to find his way out of this situation.

“What, nothing to say now you’re not backed up by your pathetic Mudblood friends?”

“Shut up, Malfoy.” Harry glowered at him now, his hands falling a fraction before Malfoy stepped forward again threateningly, his wand almost touching Harry’s throat. He held his hands back up again and glared at him.

“Don’t move.” He threatened, pressing his wand into his chest pointedly.

“What are you doing, Malfoy?” Harry asked almost mockingly, his eyes flickering to the cupboard that had just been slammed closed and then the messy array of objects that now decorated the floor from his angry outburst from things presumably not going his way.

“It’s none of your business what I’m doing.” His expression sharpened into further irritation at Harry’s audacity.

“Isn’t it?” Harry asked incredulously, his eyes holding Malfoy’s determinedly.

“No. It’s not.” Malfoy insisted, narrowing his eyes at him.

“I’m sure Dumbledore would love to know what you’re doing in here.”

Malfoy flinched slightly at his threat, his hold on his wand loosening marginally before he regained control of his expression, schooling it back into a semblance of smug as he bought his wand up to his throat.

“You going to tell him, are you?” He asked threateningly, though the usual superior entitlement wasn’t all there and underneath it all, he sounded genuinely scared of the prospect.

“I might.”

“You can’t.”

“You gonna stop me?” Harry narrowed his eyes at him now.

He didn’t know why he was taunting him, he was practically his hostage right now; Malfoy held all the power the way things stood. He could kill him with the flick of his wrist, but somehow, Harry doubted he would.

“I could.” Malfoy’s grip tightened on his wand again and Harry felt it dig into the base of his throat. His voice broke as he spoke, making the statement sound weak and worried.

Harry frowned up at him.

“You’re scared?” He said with a harsh laugh, though he didn’t really find it all that funny.

Malfoy shook his head at him, apparently refusing to answer his question verbally. They stared at each other for a long moment, the atmosphere around them feeling heavier with each passing second.

Harry’s eyes flickered down to his wand; he could feel Malfoy’s grip slowly lessening as time went on.

He took his chance, grabbing hold of his wrist and disarming him as he shoved his body away from him.

Malfoy grunted as he stumbled backwards, attempting to grab his wand back from Harry as soon as he’d taken it; but he held it out of his reach while he finally pulled out his own wand and pointed it at him threateningly.

He stared at Harry but made no effort to retain his wand again.

“No one’s going to believe you.” He threatened darkly, taking a step back from him but not holding up his hands in surrender as Harry had done.

“You think so?” Harry mocked, pocketing Malfoy’s wand and stepping forward, out of the gap he’d attempted to conceal himself in. Malfoy stepped away from him as he did so.

He kept his eyes on Malfoy as he bent down to pick up his cloak of invisibility with the hand that wasn’t pointing his wand at him.

Malfoy scoffed derisively, though Harry could tell he was unnerved by the change in events.

“You think people are really going to believe I’m a Death Eater? Out of all the people, he’d choose someone who’s barely even of legal age?”

“You are a Death Eater, then?” Harry challenged, his eyes lighting up at his suspicions being confirmed.

Malfoy clicked his tongue against his teeth, looking down at his shoes in irritation as he chastised himself for biting to Harry’s provocation.

“Yes.”

He finally replied after a long stretch of silence, his voice deep with condemnation as the smug entitlement fell away.

Harry narrowed his eyes at him, stepping towards him again. Malfoy stepped away, an object clattering across the floor as his foot knocked it, though neither of them acknowledged it.

“I fucking knew it.” Harry spat at him, halting his step, “Everyone thought I was being ridiculous but I fucking knew it. I bet you’re pleased, aren’t you? You finally get to run rampant in the streets like your piece of shit father, you’ll end up in the same place, you know? I’ll make sure of it.”

Malfoy’s expression darkened at his threat, but he made no snarky retort as Harry had expected.

“What’s wrong? Got in over your head, did you? Thought it would be easy to run around causing havoc? You’re the pathetic one, Malfoy. If you wanted me dead so bad you should’ve just done it when you had the fucking chance!”

“I don’t!” Malfoy interrupted him, his fists clenched at his sides as he stopped Harry’s rant of insults short.

“You think this is what I fucking wanted?” He stepped toward Harry almost threateningly, “I don’t have a choice, Potter! And it’s your fault! It’s all your fucking fault.” His voice broke at his last sentence, a suppressed sob erupting from his chest.

Harry stilled, his wand lowering slightly as he watched Malfoy attempt to fight off the tears that were currently attempting to flow.

“Are you fucking crying?” He asked in disbelief, lowering his wand intentionally now, straightening up as he watched this impossible scene unfold before him.

“Of course I’m fucking crying!” Malfoy snapped at him, his tone irritated again. “You don’t know what it’s like, do you? If I don’t do this,” He motioned to the cupboard he’d not long slammed shut “I’m going to fucking die! He’s going to kill me and all because of you!”

He angrily ran his hands down his face in an attempt to erase the tears that were now flowing freely down it, not even seeming to care about Harry stood in front of him anymore.

“I hate you!” He sobbed again, backing away and leaning on the heavy shelves behind him, holding his head in his hands.

Harry stood dumbfounded before him. What the hell was he supposed to do? He was ready to throw Malfoy to the wolves once his suspicions were confirmed, but now he was sobbing in front of him he couldn’t really picture himself doing that.

He put his wand away, hesitating in front of Malfoy as he continued to cry, his body shaking as the sobs progressed and wracked his frame.

“Can you stop?” Harry said awkwardly as he stepped forward and stood beside him. He felt an impulse to console him, however impossible, but he didn’t really know how he was supposed to do that.

Malfoy laughed bitterly at him, sliding down the case behind him and sitting on the floor, holding his head between his knees as he continued to cry.

“Just fuck off, Potter.” He choked up at him.

Harry’s feet hesitated as he considered listening to him and just leaving, but they wouldn’t go the way he wanted them to. His mouth was turned down into a frown as he continued to look down at him, then he sighed in exasperation before he sunk down next to him, sitting with his legs crossed as he leant back into the case behind them.

He didn’t know why, but he just couldn’t leave him sitting here crying on the floor.

Malfoy didn’t look up at him as he did so, and he continued to sob to himself; the sound of his breakdown being the only thing that filled the room now.

Neither of them said anything for a long time and, after a while, Malfoy’s sobbing eased and tapered off into simple sniffles and shallow breaths.

Harry side glanced at him when he finally lifted his head, wiping the remainder of his tears on his sleeve.

“You done crying like a baby?” He asked mockingly, though his tone was a lot softer than it had been before.

“Piss off.” Malfoy replied quietly, tightening his arms around his legs and letting his head fall back into the shelf behind him.

Silence ensued again and Harry started feeling agitated under the weight of it. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do.

Malfoy made things even worse by straightening up, his head banging softly on the wood behind him before he let it fall onto Harry’s shoulder.

Did he really want comforting? From Harry?

He shifted away from him, attempting to accommodate him by lifting his arm up and around Malfoy’s shoulders in a semblance of an awkward hug.

Malfoy looked up at him, straightening up again.

“What are you doing?” Malfoy questioned incredulously, his tone tinged with a mix of confusion and maybe even disgust.

Harry retracted his arm, bringing it back down to his side before he looked away from him. “Nothing…”

“Are you trying to hug me?” He pressed further, sounding almost amused; completely eclipsing his earlier despair.

“No.” Harry snapped dismissively, pushing himself up to his feet and leaving Malfoy to look up at him with the ghost of a smirk on his lips.

He scoffed a laugh before he got to his feet as well, standing in front of Harry and studying his features, his eyes narrowing and his brow pinching as he seemingly tried to make sense of something.

“Trying to comfort me?” He teased further, making Harry scoff in turn.

“No.”

“You were.”

“Well? Whatever! My fault for thinking you’re like a normal human being. Fuck off!” Harry turned on his heel, stomping towards the door and throwing it open as his irritation at himself grew.

He heard Malfoy laugh behind him, but ignored it. He hadn’t noticed that he’d followed.

They both stepped out into the corridor, Harry starting slightly as he suddenly appeared next to him.

Malfoy was looking at him expectantly, though Harry didn’t know what for.

“Can I have my wand back?” He asked after they’d held eye contact for a prolonged moment.

“Oh.” He’d forgotten that he’d even taken it.

“Here.” He held it out to him, Malfoy’s fingers closing around it as he retrieved it.

Harry wanted to let go, but Malfoy’s fingers were also holding his between the wand, making the action impossible.

They stared at each other again, Malfoy’s stare looking a lot more determined. It confused him.

Draco pulled both his hand and his wand downwards, making Harry stumble forwards and into him.

“What the fuck-“

Draco’s other hand had come up to the collar of Harry’s robes, pulling him even further into him as their lips connected.

Harry’s breath caught in his throat as his lips instinctively responded, his eyes falling closed as their lips moved against each others.

It probably only lasted for a second, maybe two, before Harry pushed him away, letting go of the wand and making it clatter noisily onto the floor between them.

“What the hell are you doing?” He snapped at him, not even being careful to keep his voice low.

Draco shushed him harshly, bending down to pick up his wand and pocketing it. They both listened in silence for approaching footsteps that might have been roused by his outburst.

He grasped Harry’s wrist, dragging him back through the door they had just exited.

The room that they entered wasn’t the room they’d just come from, rather than there being lines of shelves stacked haphazardly with trinkets there was barely anything in it.

He could barely make out the sofa that sat in the middle of the room before Draco pushed him back against the door as it closed, attempting to kiss him again.

“Woah- wait, wait!” He grasped him by the arms, pushing him away harshly.

“What?” Draco asked impatiently, obviously not getting that Harry didn’t want to get involved in whatever sick shit he was trying to get him into.

“What do you mean, ‘what’? What the fuck are you doing?” He kept his hands around him, holding him at arms length.

“What? Don’t act like you didn’t just kiss me back.” Draco retorted back sarcastically, his eyes travelling down from Harry’s eyes to his lips and back up again.

“That was- That’s because you caught me off guard! Why the hell are you kissing me?” He pushed him away fully now, but Draco just rolled his eyes at him as if he was being ridiculous.

“It’s not that big a deal.” He scoffed, though thankfully he made no move to kiss him again.

“It’s not?” Harry asked in disbelief “Do you like me or something?”

Draco made a face of disgust, “Do I have to like you to want to kiss you?”

Harry stared at him dumbfounded, his brow furrowed in further confusion.

“Kind of… yeah?”

“Would you kiss me if I did like you, then?” Draco pressed, obviously intent on finishing whatever it was he was trying to start.

“What- No! What’s wrong with you?” Harry backed further into the door, not even being able to leave it since he didn’t know if peeves or Filch would be on the other side.

“I have a death sentence hanging over my head, Potter; wanting to kiss you is the least of my worries.” He admitted candidly, making Harry’s disbelief grow.

“You wanna kiss me cause you’re gonna die?” He stared at him, not believing the words that were coming out of his mouth.

He’d set off in the hopes of getting proof that Malfoy was a Death Eater, and he’d got that, but now he was being dragged into a whole other problem.

“I just… I want to forget about it. I want you to make me forget.” Draco admitted quietly, stepping closer to Harry again but thankfully going no further.

“You think kissing me will make you forget that you’re going to be killed?” Harry narrowed his eyes at him in disbelief.

“Well, no. Not exactly, but…” He peered behind him, making Harry follow his line of sight to the plush sofa in the middle of the room, a coffee table in front of it and a cabinet beside it.

“We could do more than just kiss in here.” Draco finally finished.

Harry swallowed at the suggestion in his sentence. What exactly did ‘more than kissing’ mean in this context? They were both men. Was this normal to Draco?

“The fuck does that mean?” Harry finally responded, making Draco look back at him and roll his eyes.

“You know exactly what I mean, Potter. Don’t make me spell it out.”

They both stared at each other for a long moment. Harry felt hot. He didn’t know if it was from simple embarrassment or whether his body was unconsciously responding to the promise that simmered between them at Draco’s admission.

“Are you being serious?” He finally spoke, his voice low with anticipation that he didn’t even really understand.

“Dead serious.”

Harry narrowed his eyes at him, the atmosphere changing once more as he actually considered the prospect of Draco’s suggestion.

“Is that a joke?” He attempted to lighten it, though the short laugh he did felt too forced. They both stared at each other again and Harry felt the intensity that now charged between them.

Draco approached him again, slowly now; giving Harry every chance to push him away if he wanted to.

“Just leave if you don’t want to.” He murmured, now only inches away from him.

Harry knew he should have just left, he had no real reason to be here anymore. He’d gotten what he’d needed, anything from this point onwards would probably actually be a hindrance.

He didn’t listen to his brain screaming at him to turn away and leave, to go back to his dorm room and rub it in Ron’s face that he’d been right all this time. He was being held there by Draco’s eyes locked onto his, both of them now leaning into each other as the distance between them closed.

His eyes fell closed and his mind finally went silent when their lips connected again, this time he couldn’t even blame Draco for catching him off guard.

Their lips melted into each other, Harry felt as Draco’s hands slipped up and into his hair, deepening the kiss.

His own hands found his hips as he instinctively pressed himself into him. Draco’s hands tightened into his hair as he did so and he felt his arousal against him as their need progressed.

Harry slid his hands up his back, feeling as Draco shivered at his touch, their lips not leaving each other as he laced his fingers through his hair, his hands tightening and pulling on the ends of it lightly.

Draco’s head tilted back as Harry took charge of it, tentatively tracing his tongue on his bottom lip, tasting his desperation.

Draco’s lips parted as he did so and Harry took advantage, slipping his tongue past his lips and intertwining with his as the kiss deepened even further.

He moaned into the kiss as Harry pressed him further, pushing himself away from the door as he led him backward, towards the sofa in the middle of the room.

Neither of them broke away as they both stumbled across the floor, Draco’s hands sliding down onto his chest and tightening into his clothes as he pushed him down onto the sofa and sat in his lap, his knees resting either side of him.

They finally broke away, both of their breathing heavy as they stared at one another.

Draco’s eyes were glazed over with lust, his face flushed with desire as his eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips and his hands slipped between Harry’s robes, prying the material over his shoulders and letting it fall.

Harry grunted as he pressed himself down and into his hardening length, the clothes between them making him feel even more desperate as the pressure added to the sensation.

“Have you… done this before?” He asked, his voice hoarse with desire.

“Once.” Draco replied, his voice equally tinged with want.

Harry looked up at him, his eyes falling down to his lips again, filled with arousal.

“You?” He asked after a beat, though he didn’t wait for an answer before he descended on him again, his lips finding the skin just below his jawline.

Harry’s head swam as the sensation overcame him, suppressing the shiver that ran up his spine as Draco’s lips continued down his neck, his tongue tracing circles into it.

“No…” He whispered, making Draco pause.

“No?” He pulled away from him, making Harry tighten his hold on his hips.

“No. Why?” His voice shook with an edge of desperation as the loss of his lips on his skin made him overcome with need.

“Not with Weasley’s sister? Or that Ravenclaw seeker?” He pressed again, and edge of reluctance in his voice now.

“No. Why are you stopping?” Harry replied, irritation seeping into his tone.

Draco’s brow furrowed, his hands pressed into his chest as guilt flickered in his expression.

“Keep going.” Harry bought his hands up to his jaw, pulling him back down into another kiss. He could feel a hint of reluctance in it when their lips first met, but it quickly melted away as he kissed him back.

Harry’s lips trailed down from his lips to his jaw and down his neck, his hands resting on his thighs before he slipped them up and under the hem of his shirt.

“Are you… sure you want to do this then? With me?” He voiced breathlessly, though at the same time he threw his own robes off and let them fall to the floor as Harry continued his ministrations of his lips on his skin, his hands now on the bare skin beneath his clothes.

“Yes.” He murmured into his skin, urging his hips upwards and into him.

The conversation ended there, but Harry could feel that Draco wasn’t as invested in it as he was before. Did he feel guilty that his first time would be with him when all he was doing was using Harry to escape the hopelessness of his life right now?

“It’s fine.” Harry pulled away, his hands finding his jaw again as his fingers gripped his chin, tilting it towards him. “I want to.” He murmured against his lips, their eyes locked onto each other.

Harry could see the hesitation in his eyes now, and he hated it. He wished he had just lied when he asked.

Sure, I’ve done this hundreds of times!

The desire that Draco had awakened in him simmered in his veins as they both stared at each other, evidence of that desire pressing into Draco from below.

Draco chewed on his bottom lip as he considered his words. It was only for a few seconds at most but to Harry, it felt like hours. He still waited, not wanting to force Draco into it if he no longer wanted to do it. Though he did silently pray that he’d just disregard the fact that Harry was choosing to lose his virginity to him.

“Hm.” He finally hummed, reconnecting their lips as he apparently made up his mind. He sounded curious, but the hesitation that Harry had felt from him was now gone.

Harry’s body relaxed as Draco’s lips moved against his again, mirroring his earlier actions.

He let his head fall into the back of the sofa as Draco’s lips travelled down his jaw, back down to his neck. His breathing deepened as he sucked gently on a soft spot, making his hands tighten on his hips again under his clothes.

Draco’s hands slipped under the hem of Harry’s shirt now, his fingers exploring the skin beneath it and making Harry’s head spin.

Harry bit his lip as desire coursed further, his dick hardening as he rocked his hips up into him.

Draco slid his fingers up his sides, making him shiver before he shifted, allowing him to remove his shirt altogether.

He breathed heavily as Draco’s eyes travelled over his now bare torso appealingly, a glint of hunger in his eyes. His lips found his skin again, travelling lower.

Harry let his hands fall onto the sofa either side of him, allowing Draco free reign to do whatever he wanted.

He watched as he trailed his lips down his body, his breathing getting heavier and his heart beating harder than ever in his chest.

Draco had shifted off him, climbing off the sofa as he positioned himself on the floor between Harry’s legs, his lips still not leaving his skin as he tasted it.

Harry swallowed his nerves as he watched; he hadn’t really known what to expect but for some reason it wasn’t this. Was this how Draco coped when his life got too much? Did he genuinely enjoy doing it?

Sex he could understand, well not on a personal level - yet, but the way things seemed to be going looked like it would benefit Harry more than Draco.

He pushed down the questions that flickered through his mind, remembering the last time he’d asked a question and Draco had paused; doubted if he even wanted to continue.

He let out a shaky breath as Draco slipped his fingers into the band of his trousers, looking up at Harry questioningly as he did - though he thankfully didn’t pause his tongue; it was still tracing circles every so often into the skin of his abdomen.

Harry shifted wordlessly, lifting his hips off the sofa and allowing Draco to rid him of the rest of his clothes.

His breathing caught in his chest as Draco wrapped his hand around him, stroking it along his length slowly and watching up at him, as if testing him.

He felt as he smirked into his skin, presumably at his reaction, before placing a final kiss on the line of his hip and pulling away from him.

Harry was about to complain until he flicked his tongue over the head of his cock instead, making the complaint turn into a choked gasp.

Their eyes locked onto each other as he continued, teasing his tongue along the underside of his length but not fully taking him in his mouth.

It didn’t matter that Draco was only teasing him, it drove Harry crazy regardless. He could tell that Draco was enjoying himself, maybe he wanted him to beg for it or lose it on him. He wouldn’t do either.

“Draco…” He whispered down at him, his tone softening indefinitely and laced with need.

“Hm?” Draco responded questioningly, kissing the tip as he continued to tease him with his tongue. He still smirked up at him, obviously assuming that his teasing was getting to Harry.

It was, but he could deal with this much.

“You look real pretty like that, you know?” He murmured down at him, his tone borderline affectionate as he lifted his hand up to his face, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear before lacing his fingers through it; though he just left it there rather than urge him any further than he was already going.

Draco’s tongue paused at the action, his ears colouring with the blush that spread across his cheekbones, his eyebrows furrowing up at him in a show of confusion.

Harry thought he was pretty?

“I do?” He asked, genuine curiosity in his voice that told Harry no one had ever said it to him before.

He nodded down at him, sighing softly as he ran his fingers though the ends of his hair and up to his jaw. “Mhm.”

Draco’s eyes fell down to nothing in particular as he considered Harry’s words, the confident provocation now fled from his demeanour.

Harry worried for a moment that he’d change his mind again, not wanting to sleep with him if he didn’t somehow come out on top. But then he saw the fleeting smile in his expression, a small smile that told him he’d liked the compliment. It was an embarrassed one, to an extent, but it looked so good on him.

“You say that to everyone who’s nice enough to put your dick in their mouth?” He masked the earlier pleased embarrassment with further provocation, though the smile was still there.

“You haven’t even done that, though. And I wouldn’t exactly call you nice.” Harry grinned down at him, teasing him in turn; just in a different way.

“We’ll see.” Malfoy muttered before suddenly taking him in his mouth, making Harry jolt and his head fall back into the back of the sofa as he bit his lip in an attempt to stifle the sound that had just come out of him.

“Fuck-” He choked out, his hands automatically lacing through his hair as he moved his mouth around him, pulling away almost fully before he swirled his tongue over the tip and did it all over again.

Yeah. Wow. Harry hadn’t expected that.

“Hah- wait, wait- fuck!” His breathing had no discernible rhythm as Draco’s tongue drew out moans from Harry he’d never heard before. He didn’t really want him to stop, but the sudden unfamiliar feeling caught him off guard.

His hands contradicted his words, tightening in his hair and urging him against him further. Draco watched as he reacted, pleased with the response he was able to elicit from him.

He didn’t mind Harry practically manhandling him, he wasn’t pushing him any further than he was willing to go himself and he knew that he’d stop if he’d ask him to. But he didn’t really want him to.

Harry looked back down at him, loosening his grip in his hair as he managed to get a handle on himself. Moans and gasps still sounded from him - he couldn’t control that, but he was at least able to control his hands and body to an extent.

Though Draco was really testing that ability at the moment.

“Real pretty.” Harry repeated again breathlessly, making Draco narrow his eyes up at him, though he didn’t falter in his movements.

They held each other’s eyes now, Harry having to fight to keep his eyes from rolling into the back of his head whenever he moved his tongue a certain way. Draco seemed to know and enjoy that fact, too.

“Mh- Shit, you’re gonna make me-” Harry choked out, the warning being cut off by Draco doing whatever he did with his tongue that made his stomach flip.

“Draco…” He managed to look down at him pleadingly, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he tried to focus on holding back the climax that threatened his nerves every time he moved his mouth around him.

“Just come.” Draco practically commanded up at him, pulling away barely, giving him only a moment of relief before he descended on him again, somehow doubling his efforts.

Harry thought what he was doing before was driving him out of his mind; this was something else entirely. He’d added his hands into the mix, both them and his mouth working together to drive him over the edge he’d been trying so hard not to tip over.

He wanted to ask him if he was sure, but his mouth did not want to obey him. Neither did his body, apparently.

His body tensed as the orgasm he’d been fighting enveloped him, his eyes falling closed as his teeth sunk into his bottom lip in an attempt to stifle the noises that came from somewhere deep inside him.

He cursed to no one in particular, or maybe God, as Draco continued to move his mouth around him, not even flinching when Harry tightened his hold on his hair, his grip now bordering on painful.

Draco didn’t care, not when he got a view like this.

He watched as Harry tensed and shuddered from each movement of his tongue, drawing out as much pleasure as he possibly could from him after his release ebbed away.

He finally lifted his head, looking down at Draco with panting breath, loosening his hold in his hair and attempting to flatten it awkwardly.

They both looked pretty messy, though Harry couldn’t deny he found the sight insanely hot. It made his cock stir as if he hadn’t just came harder than ever.

Draco pulled away from him, leaning on his leg and looking up at him innocently. “Would you say I’m nice now?” He asked up at him sarcastically, a smirk playing on his lips.

Harry rolled his eyes at him, trying and failing to suppress the grin that threatened his features. “If I say no, would you do that again?” He asked breathlessly, his breathing still seemingly refusing to follow any pattern other than desperate.

“Yeah? Think you could handle that, Potter?” Draco got to his feet, kneeling one knee onto the sofa next to Harry’s and letting the other slide between his legs, pressing into him.

“Mph- No, Probably not.” He admitted, his words coming out shaky and choked at the same time.

“No? That’s too bad.” Draco teased further, pulling his own shirt off and over his head before he straddled him again, just as he’d been doing when they’d been just kissing.

Harry’s breath hitched at the action, his eyes travelling down his body hungrily as the sight awakened desire anew in his veins.

Was it even possible for someone to be so tempting?

Wait. Hadn’t he hated him not even two hours ago?

The thought was pushed out of his mind when Draco’s lips were on his again, a lot softer than any kiss they’d shared up to this point.

It was more practiced, less desperate - on Harry’s part at least.

Harry kissed him back, tasting himself on his tongue as his head spun pleasantly and his blood surged with fresh desire, now devoid of any nervousness that had been present before.

He knew what he could expect now and he felt nothing but anticipation at the prospect of more.

There was the gnawing worry of what would happen next, after everything was said and done; but he banished the thought, not wanting to spoil what was happening in that moment.

“Are we going to keep going?” He murmured against his lips, not sure if Draco was just teasing him again or actually taking things even further.

“You want to?” Draco replied, not even pulling away from him to wait for an answer.

Harry just hummed into the kiss, his tongue finding Draco’s again; giving him his answer. It was weird how natural it felt when it was all so new.

They lost themselves again in each other’s lips, Harry almost completely forgetting that it was supposed to be leading somewhere until Draco pulled away from him.

They stared at each other, both of their eyes filled with desire or longing or something similar.

“You’re sure you want to do this with me?” Draco questioned again and Harry had to suppress the urge to roll his eyes at him.

He was stupid to think he would want anything else, but he wasn’t going to voice that thought.

“I think I’d probably die if we stopped now.” He said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper and laced with sincerity.

“Bit dramatic, don’t you think?” Draco murmured back, though there were traces of amusement in his lustful expression.

Harry huffed a laugh, burying his face in the crook of Draco’s neck and kissing his skin, trailing his lips downward and sucking on it softly.

His hands gripped onto his hips again, urging his hips upward as he had done before, only this time it was intentional rather than an impulse.

He heard as Draco’s breathing hitched, drinking in the sound of his reactions as he continued.

He let him pull away from him slightly, halfway onto his feet again as he haphazardly rid himself of the clothing that concealed the rest of his body.

Harry didn’t have time to drink in the sight before Draco straddled him again, connecting their lips in a manner more desperate than before as their bare skin came flush with each other.

It was a simple thing, but it made Harry’s head swim with an even deeper desire then before; if that was even possible.

He hadn’t thought it would be, but then again every time Draco did something new he felt a whole fresh surge of it.

He looked up at him when he pulled away, their eyes locked onto each other as Draco shifted on top of him, the tip of Harry’s dick pressing into his entrance.

They both held their breath as he paused, seeming to consider questioning if Harry was sure again before he took away his chance, tilting his hips upwards and further into him.

Draco gasped and let out a shaky breath as he did so, Harry’s jaw tensing as the brand new feeling enveloped him whole.

Draco sunk himself down onto him the rest of the way, bottoming out before Harry had even been able to force himself to breathe normally again.

“Holy fuck.” He whispered harshly, finally exhaling sharply before dropping his head down onto Draco’s shoulder.

Draco was tense on top of him, making Harry hesitate in continuing. He leaned away from him, trying to suppress the urge to move.

“What’s the matter?” He asked up at him, his voice strained with barely restrained need.

“No- nothing. Just- give me a second.” Draco breathed, his expression contorted into a mildly pained expression.

“Does it hurt?” Harry asked, his tone now full of concern, the desire to move now taking a back seat.

“A little.” He admitted in a whisper, though he made no move to get off of him.

“Oh. Let’s stop.” Harry shifted below him, attempting to pull out of him. Draco put his hands on his forearms, halting the action.

“No- it’s fine. I just need to get used to it.” He replied, leaning his head on Harry’s shoulder and gripping onto him almost painfully.

“It’s not fine. Just let me-“ Harry chastised him gently, carefully lifting Draco off him and shifting below him again.

Draco made no move to stop him this time, only burying his head further into his shoulder, the tips of his ears tinted red. Was he embarrassed?

Harry didn’t pressure him any further, his eyes flickering around the room and landing on the cabinet beside them.

Room of Requirement…

He leaned to the side, holding Draco against him and supporting his back as he opened the drawer.

Draco didn’t protest, only peering up at him as he moved.

He straightened again after retrieving something out of it, regarding it with interest and a hint of mild relief.

Draco pulled away from him now, looking down at the bottle of lube in his hands.

“Where the hell did you get that?”

“The cabinet.” Harry answered obviously.

Draco looked between him and the cabinet a few times, his brow creased in slight confusion. “How did you know it’d be there?”

Harry shrugged, “Room of Requirement.” He explained simply, though Draco’s expression just deepened with more confusion.

“I don’t know what that means.”

Harry laughed shortly, putting the bottle down beside him and bracing his hands on Draco’s hips again. “You’ve been using the Room of Requirement for months and you don’t even know what it does? It’ll give you whatever you want it for.” He explained further, his lips finding the skin above his collarbone again.

“Oh.” Draco voiced quietly, his blush deepening at the explanation as his earlier embarrassment was once again replaced with desire from Harry’s lips on him.

Harry pulled away, leaning on the back of the sofa as he looked up at him again. “You want to stop?” He asked carefully, not entirely sure what his next move should be.

“No…” He replied hesitantly, not wanting to stop but then again not being entirely sure he could go through with it if that’s what it felt like.

“I won’t do it if it hurts.” Harry assured him, understanding the hesitation in his eyes underneath the need. “I’ll do it so it doesn’t hurt.” He offered softly, his thumbs tracing circles in his skin as he allowed him to think about his answer.

“Alright…” Draco replied after a long moments thought, looking up at Harry expectantly.

“Tell me something first, though.” Harry insisted, making him look back curiously. “Were you lying? When you said you’d done it before?”

Draco’s eyes flickered away guiltily, his lips pressing together into a frown at the question. Harry bought his hand up to his chin, tilting it back up and forcing him to look back at him. “Were you?”

They held eyes for a beat before he looked down again, “Yes.” He admitted quietly, looking down at his hands as he played with his own fingers nervously.

“Stupid.” Harry chastised him, though there was no malice in it, not really. He shouldn’t have lied, but he guessed he understood why he did. Harry probably wouldn’t have even entertained it if he’d known from the beginning, but it was too late now.

He wanted him too badly.

He tilted his chin up to look at him again, leaning into him this time and pressing his lips into his. Thankfully, Draco kissed him back, not being deterred by being caught in a lie.

They both got lost into the kiss again, though Harry had other things on his mind this time. He picked up the bottle from beside him, flipping the lid open; making Draco’s eyes flicker open at the sound - though he didn’t pull away.

Harry kissed him once more on the mouth before trailing his lips down his jaw to his neck, burying his head into the crook of it as he squirted the substance into his hands.

“Wrap your arms around me.” He instructed him, and Draco listened after a moments hesitation. Harry heard as he let out a shaky breath, clearly nervous.

“We can stop whenever you want, you know.” He tried to reassure him, but he couldn’t exactly say he wasn’t nervous himself.

He knew that if either of them wanted to, they would stop. But up until now, Harry had been simply letting things happen assuming that Draco knew what he was doing. Now that it was obvious that he didn’t, they were both in the same boat.

Still, he wanted this too much to just stop before he even tried to take the lead.

He let out a shaky breath of his own as he teased his entrance, his fingers coated in a lubricant that would hopefully ease any discomfort that had come from the previous impulsive attempt.

Draco’s hold tightened on him as he eased a single digit into him, then he relaxed.

“Oh.”

“Does it hurt?” Harry asked, pausing his actions.

“No. It feels… weird, but it doesn’t hurt.” He admitted, though he still had his head buried in Harry’s shoulder; likely attempting to hide the deep flush of his face.

Harry breathed easier now, pressing his finger into him fully before easing it out again and then repeating the action until they both had relaxed fully.

It was sort of a mechanical action, but Harry knew what would be coming next, when he had loosened up enough for them to do it comfortably, so it still made desire simmer in his veins.

Maybe he could make it feel more than just not bad.

The silence that sounded through the room was getting too much for him, the only sound either of them could hear were each other’s heavy breathing.

Harry slid his other hand between them, wrapping his hand around Draco’s hardened cock between them.

Draco jolted at the sudden action, his breath catching in his throat and his hands tightening against him. Maybe Harry should have given him some sort of warning, but he couldn’t say he exactly disliked the noise he’d just made right in his ear.

He stroked his hand up the length of it, skimming his thumb over the tip, making him gasp and almost whimper against him.

Okay, now he got why Draco enjoyed teasing him so much.

He continued his actions, moving his hand up and down his dick while at the same time easing his fingers in and out of him. Draco had relaxed almost completely at this point, if you didn’t count the shuddering of pleasure that Harry was able to elicit from him.

He tentatively added another finger, pleased when it slid in with minimal resistance. He became more confident with his actions as he continued, his hands both working together to elicit the delicious sounds Draco was making in his ear.

He pressed his fingers further into him, deliberately pressing down where he was sure he’d read somewhere would drive him further into desperation.

He sucked softly on his neck as he did so, his head swimming with a need to please him.

As he curled his fingers deeper into him, Draco jolted and shuddered against him. He paused his movements, his breathing heavy against him as his fingernails dug into his back.

“Good?” He asked, his voice hoarse with arousal.

“Mhm!” Draco whimpered in his ear, his legs tightening around him.

He resumed his movements, relishing in the way Draco clung to him desperately as Harry drove him further towards the brink of euphoria.

He felt as Draco dragged his nails across his back, sucking on his neck in an attempt to quiet himself. Thankfully, it didn’t really work and Harry continued to chase the whimpers and moans that left his lips.

“Harry-” He moaned against him, making him pause.

“That’s enough.” He begged breathlessly, still clinging onto him.

Harry had forgotten that he’d only been doing this to loosen him up enough to fuck him. He felt both disappointed and thrilled at the prospect of stopping, knowing that the following act would probably be even better but not wanting to let go of the desperate way he wrapped around him and whimpered in his ear.

“You sure?” He continued, resuming his movements and making him tighten his hold on him again.

“God, Harry. Please…” He whined in his ear, and Harry had to give in to him.

He relented, sliding his fingers out of him slowly and placing a kiss on his shoulder before he pulled away. Draco’s eyes were full of lust and desperation as he looked down at him, shifting on top of him and lining himself up with Harry’s throbbing hardness.

“Wait.” Harry held his hips in place, stopping him from going any further before he took the bottle from beside them again, coating his dick before he let go of him.

He’d hate to have to stop again, he didn’t think he’d even be able to if it came down to it.

Draco was staring at him, his eyes unfocused and glazed over with need. Instead of waiting for him to sink down into him, he thrust his hips upward, completely bottoming out in one fell swoop.

He cursed as he felt Draco envelop him completely, his hands tightening on his hips as he let his head fall back into the sofa, his breathing heavy as he paused, letting Draco adjust himself if he needed.

“Better?” He questioned, his voice strained.

“Fuck- Yes!” Draco answered, his voice tinged with desperation as they both panted against each other.

“Can I move?” Harry asked, not knowing what he’d even do if he refused.

“Please.” Draco breathed, his voice shaking as his hands tightened around Harry’s forearms.

Harry’s eyes travelled down his bare torso before he pulled Draco into him, their tongues intertwining before their lips even met and he thrust up into him.

He struggled to kiss him back as he did so, a choked moan escaping from his throat as his hands tightened into Harry’s hair.

He moaned unrestrained as he buried himself again into Harry’s shoulder, cursing as his body tensed and he came all over his bare chest.

Harry felt as he tightened around him, but he didn’t cease his actions; it only drove him further out of his mind.

“Fuck, Harry-“ He choked against him, his nails digging into his back as he continued to fuck him through his orgasm.

Maybe he should have held back before; he wasn’t anywhere close to finishing but he could feel Draco nearing his end, collapsing against him as he drove him into another build.

“Harry…” He whimpered against him, his arms tightening around him as he clung to him desperately again.

“Shhhh… You’re doing so well, Draco. You sound so fucking pretty getting fucked by me, hm?”

Harry didn’t even know where the words came from. He’d never even thought anything close to it before, but they were out of his mouth before it even checked with his brain.

Draco seemed to like them, and he was vocal about it. He clearly liked being praised.

Harry shifted now, lifting Draco off him and pressing him down into the sofa instead, all while still inside him.

Draco arched off the sofa as he continued to thrust into him, somehow feeling it even deeper than he did before. He clasped his hand over his mouth as he cried out, the sound muffled against it.

“No, let me hear you. I want the whole fucking world to know how much you like it.” Harry pried his hand away, lacing his fingers with his and pinning it above him.

They both panted against each other as he fucked him deeper, their lips moving against each other desperately as they both struggled into the kiss.

Draco’s free hand was gripping his hair as he attempted to keep himself somewhat sane, the immense pleasure that Harry was giving him driving him almost over the brink of sanity.

“Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking perfect- like you were made for me.” Harry praised him further, both of them completely lost in the sensation of each other.

Harry let go of his hand now, leaning back and straightening up as he looked down at him; the way his hair was set paired with the glint in his eyes making him look almost feral.

He held Draco’s hips, lifting him off the sofa and fucking into him harder than before, his jaw tensing with the effort as he tried to remain in control of whatever impulse was driving him.

”Hah- Harry!” Draco cried out, his hands bracing against his abdomen in an attempt to lessen the force of his thrusts, but Harry could tell he liked it.

Harry’s head tilted back and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt Draco tighten around him, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he huffed, the force of his hips against Draco’s being heard around the room with the heavenly moans coming from beneath him.

He lifted Draco’s leg, shifting the position slightly; unknowingly making him feel every single inch of him even deeper than ever. His grip tightened on his ankle, letting it rest on his shoulder as he looked back down at him, trailing his lips along the side of his calf affectionately.

“You should eat more. Can see my cock right through you.” His other hand came down on his abdomen, feeling whenever he thrusted into him again.

He smirked against his skin when he pressed down on it gently, applying a pressure that sent a shock to every single one of Draco’s nerves as Harry now deliberately fucked into that spot deep inside him that made his mind completely blank and his eyes roll into the back of his head.

Draco’s fingers now tightened on his wrist, trying to pry it away from him, his nails digging into his skin unintentionally. “Harry-” He managed to choke out, apparently his name being the only word he was able to remember.

”S’matter?” Harry asked softly, almost tauntingly, biting his lip as he watched Draco lose his fucking mind beneath him. Every single movement was deliberate.

Draco just whimpered up at him, his eyes finding Harry’s as he gave him a pleading look, his eyes begging him for something; though Harry couldn’t say exactly what it was.

”Tell me, hm? Use your words for me, Draco.” He taunted again, his voice low and deep with concentration as his hips still didn’t let up.

“Please!” Draco begged up at him, and Harry finally took mercy on him, retracting his hand and taking away the extra pressure that had apparently made Draco incapable of speech, unless you counted Harry’s name or his pleading.

He let his leg fall back around his hips, pressing his body against his again and holding his face in his hands as he kissed him tenderly, completely eclipsing the animalistic way he was fucking him.

It was like he had been completely taken over by someone he didn’t even know, and he didn’t know how to stop it. He didn’t even want it to stop.

Neither did Draco.

It made his head spin as he struggled to kiss Harry back, his moans and whimpers making his lips completely useless against his.

“Draco…” Harry moaned into the kiss, his own climax approaching quicker than he was able to come to terms with. He didn’t want this to stop, he felt like he could get lost in Draco forever, but his body chased the pleasure, begging for release.

“I’m going to come. Are you close?” He breathed against him, and Draco’s nails dug into his back again, leaving deep scratches that Harry couldn’t even bring himself to care about.

“Yes- I’m close.” He whined against his lips, and Harry buried his head into the crook of his neck with equal desperation.

“Tell me when.” He panted in his ear, fighting to hold his release at bay until he was able to drive Draco over that same edge.

“Fuck!” Draco didn’t even need to tell him when, his second orgasm ripped through him and he held onto Harry desperately, afraid he’d completely lose himself if he didn’t.

Harry followed suit, his shoulders tensing as he came inside him, both of their breathing stuttering as they came together.

He slid in and out of him a few more times before he finally stilled, both of their breathing sounding through the room as the sound of their fucking ceased.

They just laid there tangled in eachother for what felt like a long time, but it probably wasn’t even a full minute.

Harry finally pulled away from him, looking down at him, his hair a tangled mess. Draco looked up at him with an expression of fucked out bliss, his own breathing still quick and heavy.

Harry pulled out of him gently, his thumb wiping away tears that had unknowingly fallen from Draco’s eyes from the overstimulation of his back to back orgasms.

They stared at eachother, both unsure of what they were supposed to do or say.

“Are you okay?” Harry finally whispered, a hint of worry in his tone.