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Harry had been waiting for this Quidditch match for weeks.

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

Slytherin was up, but only by ten points.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Neither taunted the 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, listening 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? You can’t be 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.

“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.

He 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 dressing or anything else.

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

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 over 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 his ear.

“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 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 as 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 just to taunt him.

“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 his 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 wanting him outright.

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 knew 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 and 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 than 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 length 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 one 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 at the shock of arousal that went through him at the insinuation behind 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 almost 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 orders 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 about 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 consistently took his cock into him 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 and 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 muttered 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’s cock 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 away 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 gripping 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 taunted, letting go of one of Harry’s hips 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 whispered, 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, smiling 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 actually were 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 and 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 down to 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.

He couldn’t say he exactly resented that thought.