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The first thing that Harry thought about when he heard about the school dance was if it would be like the Yule Ball; all prim and proper and on the tamer side. Or if it would be like the dance that the Dursleys forced him to go to to watch over Dudley; casually slutty with teenagers doing things that would give McGonagall a heart attack. Harry was really hoping for the latter. After all the shit that's happened since- well his whole life, it was about damn time that he let go of everything and got the chance to act like a normal teenager.
Rumor has it that the only chaperones will be the new defense against the dark arts teacher Mrs. Morningstar, and Slughorn. Considering Slughorn had developed a serious drinking problem since the end of the war, and Mrs. Morningstar wants to make a good impression on the students for her first semester… Harry knew that this dance was going to show everyone what happens when hormonal teenagers are all in a dark room together.
“Attention everyone! Will the first through fourth years please return to their respective common rooms!”
Excited chatter filled the Great Hall as the younger students left to go get ready for bed. But that chatter quickly died down when headmistress McGonagall began talking, “as you all know tonight there will be a dance. It's a semi-formal dance, so you don't have to wear gowns or tuxedos, but do try to look nice. Now, the rules are quite simple, lax as they might be. One: all students must be in bed no later than 3 a.m. I would say rule number two is no drinking but that's just wishful thinking, so please just drink responsibly and have a few designated sober people within your house. Three: try to refrain from extreme PDA on the dance floor. I know this is a dance, and you are all teeneagers, but please be respectful of your peers.
Now I am in no way condoning nor giving permission for the activity you'd need these for, but it’s bound to happen and some of you are of age…” McGonagall paused, now looking very uncomfortable about what she was about to say, “contraceptives and the like will be available in the hospital wing, or upon request to one of the chaperones, and the morning after potion will also be available in the hospital wing all day tomorrow.”
Harry was vaguely aware of McGonagall still talking, but he wasn't listening. All Harry was thinking about was sex. Sex with girls. Sex with guys. Sex with both at once.
Most people thought that since Harry was always the center of danger that he was a virgin through and through, but that was simply not true. There had been a handful of very awkward encounters when he was at Hogwarts, and after the war ended he hooked up with a handful of muggles and wizards alike. It’s just that none of those meant anything. Not that he cared all that much if he’s honest with himself. He was always of the mind that sex only mattered when you wanted it to. Regardless, he never truly has had the chance to go wild and just fuck. And even though he wasn’t expecting this night to be some wild sexcapade, he was hoping for at least a nice makeout session, perhaps a little groping here and there. Even if that didn’t happen, Harry was still really looking forward to just having some fun with his friends in a way he never really had before.
“Hurry up Harry! You look fine!”
Harry knew he looked fine in his favorite black skinny jeans, slim fitting t-shirt, dark green jacket, and black converse. Plus, he thought he looked much better since he got his eyes fixed over the summer, he no longer had to wear those ghastly glasses.
“Oh don't get your bra in a bunch ‘Mione! I'm coming!”
Eyes were following Harry as he strutted down the hallways like it was his personal runway. He knew they were watching him, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit he kind of liked this type of attention. What he didn't know was the fact that those eyes were stripping him bare and doing sinful things to his body. How almost everyone he passed on his way to the Great Hall would've fucked him then and there if he had only offered.
A smirk appeared on Harry's face as he took in the Great Hall; a few small tables were scattered around by the walls, the only light in the room was from the lights by the DJ booth, and it had this energy to it. An energy that made him sure that this was going to be a very good night.
Sweat was glistening Harry's forehead a few hours later when he joined his friends, and fellow eighth years, at a secluded space hidden away in the corner of the room. Neville passed him a cup of what was definitely not water and asked, “perfect timing Harry, we're just about to start truth or dare, wanna join?”
Harry took the cup from him and sat down, not caring that Malfoy was sitting an arms length away to his left. At first the dares and questions were rather tame, but when Pansy had her turn she switched it up a bit, “Granger, if you could fuck anyone in this group besides Weasley, who would it be?”
Shrugging her shoulders, Hermione answered casually, “you I guess. Harry, truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“Since you thought it was fun to tell Ronald about my broomstick incident, it's only fair I ask you this: what is your preference when it comes to riding broomsticks?”
Resisting the urge to throw his drink in his best friend's face, Harry all but growled, “you already know the answer you bitch.”
Smirking at Harry, Hermione clarified for all of the confused people around them, “Harry here is what we like to call a raging bisexual, and prefers to ride much more than just broomsticks.”
The choking noise to his left was barely audible over the thumping music that filled the hall, and he knew all too well what was going to happen. Malfoy would sneer at him and make some insulting comment about gays, and then there’d be arguing and blah blah blah… only that didn't happen seeing as it wasn't Malfoy choking, it was Pansy. Malfoy was just giving Harry that infamous smirk, “Malfoy, truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
Harry was surprised that Malfoy had just given him the power to make him do virtually anything, “make out with someone in this group.”
Harry didn't notice Malfoy's eyes land on his lips for a brief moment, he was too focused on the fact that Blaise Zabini was suddenly pulled onto that blonde boy's lap, “gladly.”
From the moment their lips touched, to the moment they separated, Harry couldn't look away. He watched in utter fascination on how Malfoys lips moved against Blaises, his pants tightening when Malfoys tongue entered Blaises mouth.
After they finished their heavy make out session Malfoy truth or dared Luna, but Harry was too lost in his own head to follow along anymore. He just couldn't get the image of Malfoy and Blaise kissing out of his head. It was definitely not something he would be thinking about later when he was wanking. Not at all.
A sudden rise in temperature brought Harry out of thought, almost instantly making him wish that he'd been thinking about hairy balls and old lady boobs. Because Pansy fucking Parkinson decided to dare Draco fucking Malfoy to put his fucking hand on Harry's fucking crotch and randomfuckinly squeeze until she fucking said so. And because they are wizards there's some stupid fucking magical thing that makes it so Harry can't back out of this until the dare is done, or if he truly didn’t want to do it. Oh how he loved being a wizard sometimes.
A sharp intake of breath was the only reaction Harry gave when Malfoy rested his hand on his crotch and squeezed in a way that made Harry force himself to start thinking about vomit, and warts oozing pus. Because there's no way in hell that Harry was going to give Malfoy the satisfaction of knowing that he could give him a boner. None. But this whole godforsaken world must have been against him because everyone was suddenly very interested in Harry getting flustered by Malfoy. And at the next possibility Hermione contributed to his suffering by forcing Harry to sit between Malfoys parted legs.
Harry couldn't remember the last time that he'd been this tense, not even during the war. His entire body was rigid, flinching whenever Malfoys chest would lightly graze his back. If this wasn’t some sick form of torture then Harry didn't know what was because this dear friends, this was torture for him.
When the next dare came around Harry honestly considered killing everyone here, especially Pansy for starting this and then daring Malfoy to only choose dare, “if you make him do that then I'm going to hex you so hard your bloodline will be feeling it for generations.”
Pansy just smirked and waited for Malfoy to do what he was told. Harry could tell that Malfoy was not happy with his friend's choices of dares, but what could he do? Nothing.
Sliding his hand under Harry’s shirt Malfoy pelled the smaller boy flush against his chest, both of them seemingly trying to resist one urge or another. Harry shuddered involuntarily at the new feeling of Malfoy's hand on his bare abdomen, and the heat of breath against his neck as Malfoy whispered for only them to hear, “showing them how hard you’re trying to fight this will only make it worse for you you know.”
“I'm no-”
Harry’s hand flew to grip Malfoys thigh with a strangled noise as he began to properly palm him through his jeans while simultaneously sucking harshly at his pulse point. The amount of pleasure Harry felt from that small act was making his head swim. And at that moment in time Harry didn't care that Malfoy was doing this to him, or that his friends were right there, he just let himself revel in the feeling of being touched by someone.
Harry shivered as he felt Malfoy run his tongue down the column of his throat, blowing softly on the wet skin as he pulled away, speaking so low Harry almost didn’t hear him, “if you didn’t react like that then they would probably let this go.”
Harry’s breath stuttered as he looked down to see that pale hand tracing circles into his inner hip, “like what?”
Harry could hear the smirk in Malfoy’s voice as he responded smoothly, “like you’re a second away from asking me to fuck you.”
Harry took a moment to compose himself as he looked around the group, reading the faces of everyone present, a boiling wave of anger washing over him at the amusement he saw. Part of him was half tempted to lash out at all of them, but he went for the tried and true method of lashing out at Malfoy instead.
He didn’t say anything. He didn’t even give a warning before he elbowed Malfoy in the ribs hard enough to knock his breath away, using his incapacitation to get up and walk away from his so called friends.
The crisp air as he wandered around the courtyard helped cool the warm arousal Harry had begun to feel. He wasn’t stupid enough to have some major crisis at the fact that Malfoy had been making him feel good and that, if they had kept going, he really could have gotten him hard. If this had happened in any other year Harry would have been borderline disgusted with himself that it was Malfoy doing this because he was such a raging prick back then. But now…
Harry sighed up at the moon, “fuck.”
For about five minutes Harry walked around now wondering why his friends, or anyone for that matter, would dare Malfoy to do the things that he did. Everyone knew that the two didn’t get along; that virtually anything could set them off and make them try and kill each other. It just didn't make any sense to him.
If Hermione had started the whole thing Harry could maybe understand since she knew about his sexuality, and Malfoy isn't exactly hard on the eyes, but it was Pansy who had started it. It was her who dared Malfoy to touch him. Her who dared him to only pick dare. It was all her idea… but why?
“Potter!”
Resisting the urge to bash his head against a stone pillar Harry turned around to see Malfoy coming towards him, “what the hell do you want?”
When Malfoy stepped into the light Harry couldn't help but finally take the blonde in; tight black trousers, a dark blue button down that fit him perfectly, and the way his hair looked as though he just rolled out of bed after having a nice romp between the sheets. Harry wasn’t reluctant to admit that he looked damn fine.
“After your outburst Pansy and the others decided that enough was enough and they weren't going to dare us to do anymore… how'd Pansy put it? Acts that she'd fantasize about later.”
Nervously putting his hands in his pockets, Harry looked up away and up at the starry sky, “she fantasizes about us?”
Harry was all too aware of the boy now standing next to him, “half the people in this school fantasize about us individually, it’s not much of a leap to assume they’d imagine us together. Honestly, I'm surprised she didn't dare us to do something worse.”
Laughing bitterly Harry gave Malfoy an incredulous look, “what could've been worse than you groping me?”
The playful glint in Malfoy's eyes made a cold thrill run through Harry, “sweet innocent little Gryffindor, I’ve seen people give oral because of that game.”
“I-”
Stepping closer, Malfoy's shoulder brushed against Harrys as he gave him that infamous smirk, “if we had been at a true and through Slytherin party my hand would’ve been down your pants on the first dare.”
Pushing the image of Malfoy’s hand doing just that Harry shook his head with a disbelieving laugh, “you’re kidding.”
“Maybe I am,” with a shrug Malfoy stepped away, “shame you’ll never know.”
After a beat of silence Harry realized Malfoy wasn’t going to say anything more about these apparently salacious parties they threw in Slytherin, “why are you even out here?”
Malfoy’s face twisted into annoyance as he said, “even though those fools inside said they weren't going to have us do anything sexual again, they want us to- I can't believe I have to say this- we have to dance together.”
Harry let out a frustrated groan, “it was Hermione's idea wasn't it.”
Malfoy nodded, “I guess the silver lining is that those imbeciles will be dancing with us and we just have to do what they do, so maybe it won't be so awkward?”
Letting out yet another sigh Harry turned to walk back inside, “let's go then…”
A familiar song started the moment Harry and Malfoy entered the hall, and Harry didn't know if he was pissed or pumped about the song Hermione no doubt had the DJ play. When he saw half the students already doing the dance, even though it hadn't even started, and the other half looking utterly perplexed by the group of people kind of dancing, he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face. In the blink of an eye Hermione had dragged Harry onto the dance floor, and he started to let go of everything he'd been pissed about and began dancing with his best friend.
Harry and Hermione were at the head of the group when the lyrics began,
Now watch me whip, now watch me nae nae,
Now watch me whip whip, watch me nae nae.
Harry could feel all the eyes on him and Hermione as they danced, but being ogled is something that they've both gotten used to, and they just lost themselves in the music. Neither one ever missing a beat.
The room erupted into applause when the song finished and Harry had a broad smile on his face as he hugged his best friend, “thanks ‘Mione, I needed that.”
A sinister smirk crossed Hermione's face, “Oh wait until you hear the next song.”
Hermione was right. Song after song Harry got to dance his worries away with Hermione, and he loved it. Songs like Hit the Quan and Gangnam Style may be annoying as hell sometimes, but they are also the kind of songs that you can't help but dance to. Unfortunately there isn't an endless supply of those songs, and sooner than he would've liked Pansy came up and reminded him of the stupid dare he had to do with Malfoy.
Throwing his jacket off to the side Harry went off to find Malfoy, “so what exactly does this dare entail?”
Malfoy went to answer him when Pansy cut in, “it's simple, you just do whatever another couple is doing. Whether it be slow dancing, or doing the disco, you do it as well.”
To say the two were feeling very awkward as they attempted to dance would be the understatement of the year. They were a movement of stiff limbs and unnatural steps, they felt ridiculous and they knew they looked it too. Neither boy thought it could get any weirder, but nothing had ever gone right for either of them and this was no exception.
Harry thought he was going to die then and there when a song meant for slow dancing began playing. Malfoy seemed just as thrilled about the situation as he did when he gently placed his hands on Harry's waist. But was that enough for Pansy? Apparently not seeing as she shoved Harry closer to Malfoy, so they were barely an inch apart.
At first neither one moved, both frozen by tornados of unknown emotions, but soon their body's took over and they began to sway to the music. As the next slow song played Harry found himself relaxing in Malfoys hold and feeling the tension begin to drain from Malfoy’s shoulders as well. It was… nice.
After a few slow songs Malfoy broke the comfortable silence they had fallen into, “Potter?” Harry leaned away so he could look at Malfoy properly as he spoke, “it might be a bit late to do this, but I'd like to call a truce on whatever our stupid rivalry is because- well it’s ridiculous at this point.”
Harry was quiet for a moment as he wondered if Malfoy was serious. Ever since Harry had rejected Malfoys handshake all those years ago they'd been at eachothers throats, neither ever really considering the possibility of a truce. Yet Harry had to admit that ever since this year started he'd been thinking about it, about being something other than enemies.
Taking a calming breath Harry stepped back slightly and held out his hand, “truce.”
Malfoy took Harry's hand, shaking it like they could have so long ago. For a moment when their eyes met they just stood there, not minding that they were still holding hands. Both nearly jumping out of their skin when crazy loud music replaced the soft and slow music that had been playing. And this time when they danced it wasn't so awkward. It was still weird, yes, but it wasn't to the extreme level it had been before.
After that Harry and Malfoy had done all the “normal” teenage dancing (aka jumping around) and slow danced a few more times. They even did a few more dances like the Cupid Shuffle, but everyone knows what happens at a high school dance. As the hours move forward the lights get darker and the base gets deeper, there is always a point when your inner stripper bursts out and you just- dance. Harry still had a slight buzz from the drinks earlier, and he was pressed to admit that Malfoy wasn’t so bad to be around; he was enjoying himself. So when Harry felt the deep hum of a driving base vibrate through him, he wanted to say “fuck it” and let his slutty freak flag fly.
However, upon seeing Malfoy’s face his stripper confidence faltered and he forced himself to see what the other couples were doing instead. Pansy was grinding up against Blaise, Luna and Neville were facing each other almost like they were hugging, and Harry didn’t even want to think about what Ron and Hermione were doing with each other.
Harry didn't even have time to think about what he was going to do before Malfoy grabbed him and pulled his back against his chest, his hands gripping his hips so tight it nearly hurt.
“Why di-”
Malfoy brushed his lips against Harry's ear as he said, “unless you'd rather look at me, just follow Pansy and Blaise.”
Harry watched how Pansy was moving her hips in a circular motion against Blaise, and whilst trying not to touch Malfoy too much, Harry did exactly what she was doing. But not before long those instincts were back and he wasn’t moving like Pansy anymore, his body was moving on instinct.
As Harry moved he felt Malfoy run his hands up and down his sides, before they came to a stop on his hips. Malfoy did this over and over, each time his fingers seemed to grow more bold with where they touched, seemingly oblivious to the reaction they were having on the other boy.
Harry soon found himself fully leaning into Malfoys warm chest, lightly grinding against him, and barely keeping his hormones at bay. Every inch of his body that Malfoys hands touched sent electricity through his veins; every time Malfoys breath tickled his neck it sent shivers down his spine; and the soft panting in his ear set his fucking blood on fire.
Harry felt his resolve slipping when Malfoy’s fingers brushed the bare skin above his waistband. After a few times of that delicious skin to skin contact Harry dropped his head onto Malfoys shoulder and let out a breathless moan, his eyes fluttering shut.
Malfoy rested his hands on Harry’s hips, his voice sounding strained as he asked, “you're really enjoying this aren't you?”
Nodding his head Harry breathed, “yeah.”
Dragging his teeth up Harry's neck, Malfoy nipped at his ear, “good.”
At that moment Harry felt any hesitance he had left vanish. Bringing an arm up Harry gently tugged at the hairs at the nape of Malfoy’s neck, and began to grind against him like it was the last thing he’d ever do. God, he loved it. He loved feeling Malfoy’s chest flush against his back, hips pushing back into Harry’s ass with every movement. It was turning Harry on faster than anything ever had before. And the fact that he could feel how it affected the man behind him made it all the hotter.
It went on like this for several songs; Harry shamelessly grinding against Malfoy, and Malfoy running his hands all over Harry’s torso. He never wanted to stop. He loved the pounding base that shook his bones, the driving beat that kept his body moving against Malfoys firm one. It was invigorating- intoxicating.
Harry didn’t care that, even though it was dark, someone could look over and see him grinding against Draco Malfoy like a bitch in heat. He wanted Malfoy in a way he never had before and he’ll be damned if he holds himself back. And as the song changed to a muggle one he recognized Harry didn't stop the grin that crossed his face at finally being able to move his whole body with the music. Harry was vaguely aware that some of those who were raised in muggle households had begun moving in a similar fashion to him but, again, he didn’t care what anyone else was doing.
He didn’t put any space between Malfoy’s body and his own as he slowly sunk to the ground, before sliding back up that firm body. Harry’s blood was thrumming in his veins as he shimmied up and down Malfoy’s front over and over, until Malfoy grabbed his hips and spun him around.
Harry knew Malfoy wanted to say something, but there was one more drop in the song and this new position wouldn’t stop him, hell it emboldened him. Placing his hands on Malfoy’s chest Harry locked eyes with him and slowly dropped down with a coy smile until he was level with a now very noticeable bulge. Harry rested his hands on Malfoy’s waistband and paused to lick his lips suggestively, before bringing himself back up once more.
Malfoy was panting as his hands found purchase on Harry’s backside, squeezing in a way that had Harry moaning softly, “bloody hell, you’re going to be the death of me.”
Slotting a leg between Malfoys, Harry ran his hands back up that firm chest and wrapped his arms around Malfoys neck. Low moans escaped both boys from the glorious friction this new position caused for the pair as Harry began rolling his body again, “seems like a fun way to go to me.”
Resting their foreheads together the pair started rocking against each other in a way that they should not have been doing in the middle of a dance floor; their breaths mingling as they panted into each other's mouths. Heaven help how badly Harry wanted to close that remaining distance. And on one particularly hard thrust of hips he did just that, muffling what would have been an embarrassingly loud moan.
Malfoy didn't hesitate to tilt his head and deepen the kiss. Nor did Harry hesitate to part his lips when he felt a tongue along his bottom lip. Tangling his fingers in those blonde locks Harry pulled the other boy impossibly closer, moaning into his mouth when their tongues brushed.
Harry had never known making out with someone could be so hot. In the past it was an awkward fumble of teeth and tongue, but this. This was a dance. This was a fiery yet languid tango of tongue and teeth that had Harry’s toes curling in his shoes. Sadly that dance was cut short as the loud music shifted back to that damned slow tuned bullshit Harry now hated viciously, and Malfoy had them slow their frantic movements.
When he pulled back Harry rested his head in the crook of Malfoy’s neck, panting hotly against that pale skin Harry’s brain to mouth filter vanished and he whispered, “fuck me.”
Harry felt the rumble in Malfoy’s chest from a restrained moan, “fuck- I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“I don’t care.”
“Wh-”
“Do you want me to beg you to fuck me? Because I will. I want you to fuck me so bad, you’ve no idea.” Harry felt the grip on his hips tighten and he knew he was a few words away from getting what he wanted so badly . “I want to taste you,” licking up the column of his throat Harry sucked a mark just beneath Malfoy’s ear, “I want to feel you.”
Jerking against Harry’s hips Malfoy groaned, “Harry I-”
Clutching at Malfoy’s shirt Harry all but whined, letting the sheer want he felt bleed into his voice, “ Draco.”
Swearing under his breath Ma-Draco grabbed Harry’s wrist and dragged him out of there like the room was on fire, pulling them into the nearest empty classroom where he pushed Harry against the wall and kissed him with the hunger of a starving man. Harry instantly tangled his fingers in Malfoys soft hair once again and kissed back with just as much hunger, if not more.
Without detaching their mouths, Harry’s hand began frantically working the buttons on Malfoy’s shirt, shoving the blasted garment to the floor once it was open. Allowing Harry the freedom to run his hands over the newfound expanse of pale skin, his breath hitching as he felt jagged lines under his palm. He knew what they were from, that he had done this. But he also knew trying to talk about that night would ruin the mood, so he didn’t say anything.
Harry pulled back for some much needed oxygen and attacked Draco’s neck as he began fumbling with his belt buckle, only stopping a moment when Draco yanked his shirt off. After tossing the belt away Harry turned them so Draco was against the wall, and dropped to his knees. Undoing his fly, Harry hooked his fingers under Draco’s waistband, pausing for a moment to look up at the blonde, his voice breathless as he asked, “may I?”
Harry heard the soft whisper of yes as Draco nodded his head, before he tugged those remaining clothes down, a soft curse of his own escaping him at the sight in front of him. Draco’s hard cock was resting against his stomach, a bead of pre already running down the shaft and Harry didn’t want to go any longer without tasting it.
Rising up on his knees Harry leaned in, slowly dragging his tongue along the underside of Draco’s hard cock, the salty tang of precum sending a shiver down his spine. As he swirled his tongue around the sensitive tip of Draco’s cock, Harry brought his hand up to grasp what he couldn’t fit in his mouth, and began bobbing his head. Draco’s own hands soon found their way into Harry’s messy locks, gripping tight enough to sting in a way Harry loved.
And Harry loved giving blowjobs. The way it felt to have that hard length dragged along this tongue. The way the tip hit the back of his throat if he let it, gagging him. And the power. Knowing that he could reduce someone to a moaning mess with just his mouth had him adjusting his uncomfortably snug jeans.
A beautifully sinful noise from above him pulled Harry from his thoughts of blowjobs, a moan vibrating through him as he looked up at Draco through hooded lids. That pristine image of grace was gone; Draco looked utterly debauched with his head thrown back and mouth parted with low moans. That pale body arching off the wall as Harry sunk down flush to the blonde curls at Draco’s pelvis.
With a glance down at the man kneeling before him, Draco abruptly yanked Harry up by the hair into a bruising kiss. Biting at Harry’s bottom lip Draco shoved Harry back, sending him stumbling further into the room, his lower back colliding painfully with one of the desks as he came to a stop, “take your pants off and bend over.”
Harry froze for a moment and stared at Draco, a thrill of arousal and fear rushing through him at the dark gleen on Draco’s face as he slowly walked towards him, “I uh…”
“Well, you tasted me. Now,” Draco paused in front of Harry, brushing his fingers along Harry’s collarbone as he smirked, “I’m going to make you feel me for days. ”
Harry was tripping over himself as he performed some precautionary spells over them and shucked off his remaining clothes. Turning around stark naked Harry hesitated. It was only for a moment, but it was a moment too long.
“I said,” placing a hand between Harry’s shoulders, Draco growled, a startled groan escaping Harry when his chest came into contact with the wooden desk, “bend over.”
Lightly dragging his nails down Harry’s back Draco ordered, “spread your legs.” Harry felt himself blush at the idea of baring himself to Draco like this, but he did it nonetheless. Draco sounded breathless as he groped Harry, “fuck your ass is incredible.”
Harry felt like his face was on fire when Draco maneuvered him so one of his knees was on the desk, and took his hands from where they were resting by his sides and placed them on his ass, “hold them apart.” Harry swallowed the embarrassment he felt at the action and spread his cheeks, a shuddering breath pushing out any shame he was feeling when Draco pressed a finger at his hole, “look at you, presenting yourself so nicely for me. I think you deserve a reward.”
Harry would forever deny the noise he made when Draco dropped to his knees and licked a stripe up his backside. Draco Malfoy was giving him a rim job and it was one of the best damn things Harry had ever felt. He couldn’t speak, he couldn't think, he couldn't do anything but moan as Draco’s tongue ran across his entrance. Teasing, flicking, pressing. Fuck, by the time he was two fingers deep beside that sinful tongue, Harry was a total mess.
“Draco I- fucking hell. I want- oh my God. ”
Draco nipped at Harry's ass cheek and asked innocently, “what do you want?”
Whining as Draco curled his fingers to brush against his prostate Harry spoke, “you know.”
Standing for a better angle to press directly against that little bundle of nerves, Draco hummed against the back of Harry’s neck, “I believe you told me you would beg, and so far you aren’t doing a very good job of that.”
Contorting his head Harry turned to dare a glance at Draco; that foul mouth gorgeously red, sweat glistening his toned body, and that dick pressed against hi- “fuck me. I want you to fuck me.” Harry knew from the look on Draco’s face that even though he clearly wanted to drill into him like he was mining for gold, and yet-
“Come now, you can do better than that.”
“I need to feel you inside me, for you to fill me up,” letting his forehead thud against the desk Harry took a deep breath and exhaled, his voice getting quieter and his blood getting hotter with every word, “I want you to fuck me until all I know is moaning your name,” Harry felt the body on top of him move, but he didn’t stop speaking. It was like a damn had burst and he couldn't stop the filthy words from flowing out of his mouth, “I want you to leave me shaking, with cum running down my thighs. I want you to mark me with bruises and bites all over my skin. I want you to ruin me for anyone else,” Harry’s words stuttered as he felt Draco’s cock brush against his entrance, only barely pushing in, “Draco, please.”
Harry moaned Draco’s name like a raunchy pornstar as he felt that delicious cock push inside him with a sharp snap of hips. His moans unrestrained and growing in volume as Draco gripped his hips tight enough to bruise and began fucking him like it was the last thing he’d ever do.
“Harry you-” Draco was cut off with a rough moan as Harry used his hands to raise himself up and start pressing back against those hard thrusts, “you need to-” Harry moaned loudly and clenched around Draco when he positioned his hips in the perfect angle to start a brutal assault against his prostate, yet again causing Draco’s words to be cut short.
Even if he had gotten the words out, he could’ve been speaking in another language for all Harry knew. Harry was drowning in pleasure. Never had he been fucked with such reckless abandon, and he loved it. Giving this control up, to Draco Malfoy no less, was invigorating.
It was after Harry let out a borderline scream that he truly lost all coherent thought. No sooner had the tailend of the noise left his throat did an arm wrap around his chest to pull him into a standing position, another hand slapping over his mouth to stifle the sound, “be quiet, you’re going to get us caught.”
The mere idea of someone walking in and seeing him being used by Draco had Harry’s head rolling back with a muffled noise. That action of letting his head fall back caused Draco’s hand to shift and Harry didn’t even think twice as he let his jaw drop open and take Draco’s fingers into his mouth with a wanton suck, “fuck, you're a kinky little thing aren't you.”
All Harry could do was moan around those slender fingers as he began to feel overwhelmed in the best way possible. With this new position Draco was fucking him deeper than ever before, and every movement against his prostate sent knee-wobbling pleasure through him. But that wasn’t even the best part. No. Now that Harry’s head was right next to Draco’s, those beautiful moans were going directly into his ears. And dammit to hell if it wasn’t the hottest sound Harry had ever heard.
Harry could feel drool running down his chin, and he knew he was moaning more than a five-cent whore, but he didn’t care. He was hurtling towards the edge and nothing would stop it. With chest heaving as he clung to Draco’s arm, and his whole body trembling with the exertion of holding himself up, Harry desperately moaned around Draco’s fingers.
Draco removed said hand, a thin string of saliva following it as he brought it to Harry’s cock, not to help finish him off, no. Draco gripped the base of Harry’s cock tightly, stopping from cumming, “not yet.”
Digging his nails into Draco’s arm he whined, “please- I can’t.”
Draco’s shallow thrusts stuttered as he moaned into Harry’s ear, “don’t you want me to cum inside you?”
With a full bodied shudder Harry gasped, “ yes, cum inside me.”
Releasing Harry’s cock Draco’s thrusts turned frantic, and not twenty seconds later was Draco moaning Harry’s name like a dying man’s last word and cumming inside him. The moment Harry felt that hot cum filling him up his vision went white as his orgasm hit him like a freight train, bringing him over the edge virtually untouched.
Harry isn’t quite sure what happened after that, or how long it took him to regain his senses, but when he did he found himself covered by a blanket and lying on top of Draco, who was lying on a desk he had transfigured into a couch. For a few minutes after he got his bearings, Harry let himself lay in the comfort of Draco’s arms. Feeling fingers gently running up and down his back, and listening to Draco hum an unknown tune was soothing the anxieties that wanted to take over, and he didn’t want that feeling of safety to go away.
And well the feelings verging on euphoria didn’t vanish when Draco spoke softly, some of that gnawing anxiety started forming in the pit of his stomach, “hey, you back with me?”
Toying with a frayed edge of the transfigured blanket Harry didn’t look at Draco as he responded, both of them wincing at the scratchiness in his voice, “yeah, I’m… here.”
Draco jostled them both slightly as he turned to reach towards the ground, settling back with a huff after he retrieved his wand. For a split second Harry was concerned with why Draco had his wand, but it quickly vanished as he summoned a glass and used aguamenti to fill it with water, “here.”
Harry sat up and went to take the glass from Draco, but upon seeing how Harry had both struggled to sit up and how his hands trembled when he reached for the glass, Draco didn’t release the cup. Instead, he leaned up to help guide the glass to Harry’s lips, slowly tilting it back for him to drink. He refilled the glass a few more times before Harry mumbled that he didn’t need anymore, and they reclined once again.
After drinking some water Harry found himself more aware of certain things; like how he and Draco both had boxers on, how his skin felt slightly cleaner, and that all the things that had been thrown around when they came in here were neat and orderly once more.
Finding his Gryffindor resolve Harry moved so his arms laid across Draco's chest and he could rest his chin on them to look at the blonde. In any other circumstance the way Harry was staring at Draco would have been very uncomfortable and bordering on creepy, but it wasn’t. It almost felt normal, even considering their situation.
“You- you're a lot better at this whole aftercare type thing than I thought you’d be.”
Tension returned to Draco’s face as he frowned, “did you think I’d just leave you in a heap on the floor or something?”
Realizing what Draco probably thought he had meant with those words Harry quickly shook his head, “no, not at all. That came out wrong, I just meant-” pausing a second to find a way to say what he meant Harry continued, “most times I’ve done stuff with people it usually ended with an awkward redressing period and maybe like a ‘you good’ or something. Never was there cuddling, or water, or- did you use a cleaning charm on me?”
A light blush painted Draco’s cheek as he nodded, “a small one. Only on the outside though, I don’t trust magic with uh- that.”
Harry felt his own cheeks flame with the implication of something still inside him, but he pushed on, “that is exactly the kind of thing I mean. You catered to me and went out of your way to comfort me . That’s just- it’s more than anyone else has ever done for me after sex.”
Draco’s frown turned into something no longer aimed at Harry, “it seems like you’ve had some shit partners in the past then.”
Not liking where the mood was heading Harry smirked at Draco, “well, I’ve never gotten my back blown out like this so I can’t say I mind.”
Lightly pushing at Harry’s face Draco laughed, “shut up.”
“I’m serious!” wiggling around his arm Harry smiled, holding back a laugh of his own, “you did some grade A railing on this fine evening Mr. Malfoy.”
Pulling the blanket over Harry’s head Draco groaned, “stop saying things like that.”
Huffing into the darkness Harry waited for Draco to release the blanket, too tired to try and escape it himself, coming back into the light Harry hummed with a small smile, “don’t tell me you’re going to get prudish on me now.”
“I am not prudish, you are just being crass.”
With a roll of his eyes Harry said, “pardon me for not spouting poetry about how you thoroughly fucked me out. And before you get all “not prudish” on me again, I’m being serious when I say I have never been dicked down like that before. This was probably the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“I didn’t cross any boundaries right?” with a shake of Harry’s head, any tension that had returned to Draco drained and Harry felt him relax deeper under him, “good. I’ve been told I can be a bit much sometimes and-”
Utilizing some of the boldness he was known for, Harry leaned in and kissed Draco softly, cupping his face he said firmly, “they must have been cowards because you were perfect. And believe me when I say that if you had even gotten close to crossing a line I would have let you know.”
“I wasn’t even close to crossing a line?”
Laying back down Harry nuzzled into Draco’s neck, “no.”
Using magic to widen the couch, and throw up an extra-strong locking charm, Draco asked, “not when I pulled your hair?”
“Nope, you probably could have pulled much harder.”
Shifting them to a more comfortable position Draco asked another question, “what about the roughness when I was fucking you?”
Pulling the blanket higher over them Harry hummed in thought, “if I don’t have bruises on my hips then you could have gone harder, but what you did tonight was fucking fantastic .”
Conjuring another pillow Draco placed it next to his, not even trying to get Harry to move and use it, “what about when I covered your mouth?”
Letting his eyes drift shut Harry snorted, “I liked that very much. Hell, you could have gagged me and I would have been golden.”
Harry felt the shudder in Draco’s breath at Harry’s words, before he asked one more question, “what about keeping you from cumming? And the things I said?”
Using his own wandless magic Harry knocked out all the lights, leaving them with only a pale ray of moonlight from a window, “I’m a whore for good dirty talk and had no issues with anything you said, or what I said in return. And I’ve never really tried edging before, but what you did was amazing so I definitely want to try that more.”
Shifting so he was on his side Draco pulled Harry back into his chest, “maybe next time I could bind and gag you, see how long you can go without cumming. And then see how many times you can cum.”
Pushing down the small rush of arousal Harry felt at the thought, he mumbled into Draco’s neck, “I’m so down for that, as long as every once in a while I get to fuck you senseless too. I like switching it all up every once in a while, keeps things interesting.”
“In that case you better be prepared to deal with my pillow princess moods. Along with my very bratty tendencies.”
Yawning against Draco Harry chuckled, “I have a feeling we are going to have a lot of fun together.”
Nuzzling into Harry’s disaster hair Draco chuckled back, “a lot of fun indeed.”