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“Get away from me, Potter!”

Harry stared Malfoy down. “You need to start being honest with me.”

“Fuck. Off.”

Harry took a step closer. “No, I’m sick of your lies. You want me. Just admit it.”

“NEVER!”

“What’s the big deal? Do you think I shall hurt you or something?”

“GET AWAY FROM ME!”

But Harry didn’t leave.

Instead, he pinned Malfoy to the wall.

They glared at one another.

In that moment, Malfoy looked so beautiful. And so afraid.

It made Harry ache for him.

“No more lies,” Harry whispered, and then he kissed Malfoy.

Malfoy gasped very loudly.

Harry moaned. And moaned.

Malfoy shuddered against him, his mouth so soft.

“Tell me I can continue," he whispered.

Malfoy struggled to get the words out. “Potter, I—I—”

“Say yes.”

“I hate you!” Malfoy snarled.

Then Malfoy threw his arms around Harry and kissed him so desperately.

Harry let him control things for a moment, then he took command of his mouth, his tongue going deep, one hand buried in his blond hair.

“Been dreaming of this,” Harry moaned.

“Oh, Potter,” Malfoy cried.

“No, call me Harry.”

Malfoy laughed. “Fuck off.”

“Do it and I will fuck you.”

“Harry …”

He took Malfoy against the wall, their clothes shoved down.

As it turned out, Malfoy was a little cockslut.

“Mmm, you take dick so well,” Harry purred against his throat, grinding his hips.

“Fuck you, fuck you!” Malfoy cried, sounding angry, distraught, but he was also going so tight around him.

Harry reached around to stroke his lovely cock. And it really was lovely. Long and hard and throbbing.

Perfect for his hand.

“Come for me,” Harry murmured, fucking him so well, stroking him with care.

Malfoy quivered all over.

Harry nuzzled his throat. “Come for me.”

And Malfoy did.

When it was all over, Harry couldn’t stop touching Malfoy.

“That was brilliant,” Harry said, caressing his hip, kissing the tender skin just below his ear.

Malfoy sighed and pulled Harry closer, leaning back against the wall. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Mmm, maybe so, but I wanna date you …”

Malfoy snorted. “No way.”

Frowning, Harry straightened up tall. “I’m serious.”

Malfoy stared him down. “We would never work out. People would laugh.”

“Who bloody cares? I don’t.”

“You deserve—”

“I deserve you.”

Harry kissed him, so possessive. “Go on, say yes. Let me date you.”

Malfoy sighed again. “Yes, you ridiculous git.”