Two Hearts

Draco was in over his head. All the git wanted to do was to save his dad from living in Azkaban, but now it seems like he’s going to end up there himself. Of course, you’d think that he’d not be scared of that because of him being on Voldemorts side.

But Draco wasn’t sure where his loyalties should lie. He thought he knew what was right and what was wrong, but he didn’t even begin to know.

Draco had been ordered to prove his families worth. He’d been ordered to kill Dumbledore. He had graciously agreed, anything to set his father free, right? It was what would make him finally be proud of him. And in the beginning, that was what he wanted.

But the weight of the dark mark on his arm was weighing him down, breaking the only good part of him inside. He couldn’t stop feeling guilty. He felt anxious, sick, and he hardly slept. All he could focus on was if he didn’t succeed, his father would be imprisoned forever.

He wasn’t too sure why that bothered him so much. It’s not like his father had ever been kind to him. He’d insulted him multiple times, calling him weak for letting that bloody mudblood beat him in all his classes. Telling him he was a disgrace for letting Potter be better at Quidditch than him. He had taken his wand multiple times, locked him in his room with nothing to eat for days. He’d smacked him around a bit if he disobeyed.

He didn’t understand why he wanted to save his father when he knew that his father was killing him.

He stared at his reflection, tears running down his face. “I fucking hate you,” He growled, turning on the faucet and splashing himself in the face with it. “Weak weak weak!” He muttered under his breath.

“Malfoy.” The word was whispered, as if out of shock. Draco spun on his heels, glaring angrily at Harry.

“Saint Potter.” The words were venomous. Harry just shook his head.

“I know you’re in too deep,” The words were meant to be comforting, but Draco only saw them as him telling him he was weak.

“I MOST CERTAINLY AM NOT!” Draco shouted, his anger biting at him.

“I know you didn’t mean to hurt Katie Bell.” These words did soothe Draco some, but he didn’t let it show. “I know you’re scared, Malfoy. You’re in too deep. Let me help you. I’ll do whatever I need to, to get you out.” Draco looked up at Harry, his eyes showing a vulnerability that Harry had never seen in his eyes.

“No one can save me,” Draco sighed deeply. He didn’t want to argue anymore. His mother was pushing him to be someone he didn’t want to be, his father was depending on him, and he had to face the fact that he had to kill Dumbledore. He couldn’t get away with not killing him because the dark lord could see everything. 

“You’re wrong.” Harry murmured, stepping closer to Draco. Draco backed up a step, and Harry followed him until he found himself against the bathroom wall looking up into deep green eyes. 

“I’m not.” Though he didn’t want to argue, it seemed like being petulant was the only way to keep up his facade of nonchalance. He had to keep up his bad ass reputation so that no one would question who the Slytherin king is. 

“Draco,” His name sounded foreign on Harry’s tongue, the way it was caressed made his body light on fire. “Tell me you don’t feel it, feel the connection.” The words made his heart race, along with Harry’s close proximity. He couldn’t help the way his lips parted as he fought back a moan. “I know you do, Draco. You’re not pushing me away right now.” The words were sure, and Draco couldn’t get his bloody mind out of the gutter to focus.

“I-I…” He couldn’t form the words to respond. He’d be barmy to reply with a disagreement, it was obvious. He was shaking like a leaf, his teeth biting into his bottom lip to keep from letting out any accidental sounds, and he couldn’t look Harry in the eyes if he tried. 

“You do, and you denying it will only prove how much you actually want me. I can save you, Draco. But it’ll come at a cost.” Draco felt a leisurely tentative hand going up his side, and the determined look in Harry’s eye told him that he wasn’t going to go away until he bit.

So, he bit. “What’s that?” 

“I want you to marry me.” The words caused Draco to break out into a fit of giggles, the sound echoing around the bathroom. He was certain that was the most absurd thing he’d ever heard in his life, and he’d heard quite a bit of bollocks. 

“That’s a load of bollocks if I’ve ever heard one in my life.” Harry frowned down at him, but he still looked determined. 

“If you bind to me, our power will be together,” Harry explained looking over the boy. “We’ll be strong enough together to take out Voldemort without issue.” Draco couldn’t deny he’d thought about it. 

“That’s absurd.” The words left his lips before he could help it. “You hate me, Potter. Do you have any idea what a bond entails? What happens to people who bond?” He demanded, and Harry shrugged, looking over him.

“Draco, there are a lot worse things to experience than being bonded to you.” The words weren’t too horrendously helpful, but they did make Draco feel the slightest twinge of… excitement. “I know what a bond entails. Hermione told me all about it. I want that with you. If after the war is over, once you don’t need me to protect you anymore… well, you can leave.” The words but you don’t have to , were left unsaid, but Draco still heard them. 

“Do you even care about me?” Draco couldn’t help but ask. He’d never even considered that a part of marriage until faced with the idea, and he was fairly certain that he’d never be able to love the woman his father picked for him. Though most purebloods are beautiful by nature, most of them, himself included were pricks. 

“Draco,” The word sounded strained, nervous. “Of course I care about you. I wasn’t raised to believe marriage was a thing of convience for my family.” Though he wasn’t much raised, it seemed like a fair point in his head. 

“Why?” The word escaped his mouth before he could stop it.

“Because Draco, I know you’re not the way you are out of choice. You were raised to be this way. It wasn’t something you became out of choice, you didn’t look at Hermione, or any other Muggle-born and think, hey look they’re disgusting! You were raised by an intolerant bastard. And don’t pretend that you don’t know it. You do.” Harry’s words resonated through him. 

Silence ensued, and Draco thought. What could it hurt? He’d have someone to protect him… and he’d help in getting rid of the dark lord. He might still be able to get his father out of Azkaban if he aids in the killing of Voldemort.

“Alright.” He agreed finally, and Harry smirked. 

“You’ve got your wand, right?” He asked, and Draco nodded. “Then let’s bind us.” Harry told him, and Draco hesitantly pulled out his wand and pointed it at Harry’s arm, when Harry pointed his at his. “Together, we go,” Harry said, looking down at Draco. 

Draco nodded and waited. Harry then opened his mouth and began, “A meeting of two heart, must come to pass.” The words made Draco’s arm burn slightly, but it wasn’t painful… it was pleasurable. “Let no-one and nothing stand in the way,” These words made Draco’s heart race, and he couldn’t help but wonder if Harry was feeling it too. “Of the meeting of two hearts,” Draco was sweating a bit, his body aching but not horribly… in a rather… erotic sort of way. “Two hearts beat as one.” This sounded like a good place to stop, but he’d read the spell before, and knew it wasn’t “My will is transferred as I am, to who you are.” That was the end of the spell, and it made both of them feel tired, drained. 

“Ouch!” They both exclaimed, looking down at their arms in sync. On either forearm where their wands had been touching a small, but noticeable infinity mark was there, much like the dark mark that was on Draco’s other arm. 

Suddenly, blindly hot pleasure shot through him and he gasped, his legs giving out on him. Harry darted forward and caught him, holding him carefully. The skin to skin contact was almost too much for Draco, though, and he let out a quiet moan. His body reacted brazenly to the touch of skin to skin. Pathetic, probably… but he loved it. 

“Merlin, Potter,” Draco moaned, pulling at the boy’s messy locks. He couldn’t find the words to form a sophisticated sentence, but he didn’t think that it really mattered much anyway. 

“I’m not even touching you yet, Draco,” Harry said, but Draco wasn’t really able to focus on much of anything besides the heat washing through his body. He couldn’t wrap his mind around the feeling, and it was too much but not enough, equally driving him barmy. 

“Potter, please?” Draco had never had to beg for anything in his life, but Potter wasn’t his mother, and wouldn’t cross any person alive merely to make him smile. 

“What do you need, sweets?” Harry whispered into his ear, making Draco moan quietly and shake in his shoes. He couldn’t contain the waves of pleasure going through his body. 

“I need… touch me… please?” He asked, blushing brightly. Harry pushed open Draco’s shirt, forgetting about the buttons on it. He then pressed his lips to Draco’s and they were lost. Passion ignited, and their lips fought a battle for dominance. Harry won out eventually, and then slipped his tongue around Draco’s mouth, making him whimper and arch into the touch. Before Draco could stop himself, he slipped his hands into Harry’s pants and ghosted his fingers along Harry’s length. 

Merlin, he’s large… The thought was in his head before he could stop it, and he was certain that Potter could hear it. He’d heard that some couples could hear each other’s thoughts feel when somethings wrong, and feel an immense amount of lust towards the other after bonding. He figured if one was right, they all three could hold some truth.

Before Draco knew it, he was pushing Harry away and grabbing for his wand. He murmured a spell, and their clothes went flying, leaving them both naked. He blushed as Harry looked over him in confusion before he smirked and took a step closer to Draco. 

Draco found himself pressed against the bathroom wall, stone scratching at his tender skin. Despite the pain, he loved the feeling of Harry against him, and he couldn’t complain about where he was being pressed. “More!” He cried, jumping up and wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck, and his legs around his waist. The feeling of his hard length pressed against Harry’s abdomen made his entire body melt. 

Harry pressed his hands against the wall and looked down at Draco. “I can’t just fuck you I’ve got to prepare you,” He told Draco who whimpered and shook his head. 

“Just fuck me, Merlin! Stop being such a bloody Gryffindor.” Draco moaned, and Harry just rolled his eyes, pressing the head of his cock against Draco’s warm, tight hole. He slowly pressed in, making Draco moan and arch his body like a cat, his entire body going slack as the pressure he desired was finally being filled. 

It took a while for Harry to get himself all the way inside of Draco, but the two boys took it, Draco practically wailing in his ear in a mixture of pleasure and pain, and Harry grunting in pleasure at the delicious warmth that was surrounding him. He’d had sex before, he knew, but it had never felt that great before. 

Draco, however, was a blushing virgin, not that he’d ever admit that to Harry. He’d probably tell him later after he’d came, and once Harry was no longer inside of him. It was just like something the man would do, to pull out to try to save his virginity so it’d be special. Draco was rather sure that as long as Harry was the one moving inside of him, it’d be special in a train-car, filled with dementors. 

Once Harry was certain Draco was okay, he slowly began moving, not too hard or rough, but just enough for Draco to moan loudly and shake all over, begging desperately in his ear for more.

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the bathroom and the two weren’t concerned with being caught, they didn’t much care. All they cared about was getting a release. 

So, Harry moved his hips in a slightly faster fashion, Draco moaning loudly. “Please, Merlin Potter, harder!” The words were loud in the seemingly hushed bathroom. The stone walls made the words echo, and it sent Harry into an immediate trance. He began going harder, Draco felt his back scraping against the wall. 

He knew he’d have scratches all up and down his spine, but he didn’t much care. He just wanted more. 

And more was what Potter gave him. He continued moving his hips, his lips going down his neck and sucking in certain places. The feeling of Harry’s hardness inside of him, filling him up and completing him combined with Harry’s soft, yet slightly chapped lips against his neck were nearly too much to bear. 

Draco found himself squealing into Harry’s ear as his body spasmed. He was blushing brightly as he came, unable to fathom the fact that he’d come so soon. He may have been a virgin, but he’d never gotten off so quick in his life. 

“Merlin, you’re sensitive,” Harry murmured, tweaking one of Draco’s pebbled nipples in his fingers. Draco moaned quietly, his body still flying high with pleasure. He didn’t complain, but he didn’t much know if he’d be able to get hard again. He felt his cum against his chest as Harry continued moving against him, smearing the stickiness all over them both. 

But, Draco was wrong, because within minutes he was rock hard again. His pale, thin cock was red, the head of his cock turning a rather uncomfortable looking shade of purple. Harry didn’t touch Draco’s cock, knowing it would probably hurt the lad beneath him, but he didn’t stop thrusting either. 

The wall was becoming more of a hindrance than a help quickly, and Harry growled, pulling out of Draco and pushing him down and climbing on top of him. Draco moaned, opening his legs eagerly and pulling Harry down on top of him, desperate to feel the man moving inside of him again. 

“More, please,” The sound of Draco’s breathy voice nearly did it for Harry, but he wrapped a firm hand around his base and breathed slowly, calming himself down. He didn’t want to cum yet, he wanted to draw it out until Draco was absolutely begging him to cum inside of him, to mark him, to claim him as his own. 

Once he’d calmed down enough to have his mind under control, he pressed into Draco. This thrust was fast, and he was deeper inside of Draco than he had been against the wall. He felt the warmth around his cock smothering him a bit, and he couldn’t help it. It felt brilliant. “Fuck,” He choked, shaking his head. 

“Salazars beard…” Malfoy sighed, pleasure reaching around him, encompassing around his body, his mind going blurry as everything became too much for him again. He felt his body spasming again, and was utterly embarrassed because he’d not only came short once but twice. 

“Merlin, you’re so fucking sensitive.”  Potter groaned into his ear, slowly moving his hips in and out of him. He was sparking the lusty side of Draco yet again, and it was only a matter of time before he completely disintegrates below Harry. He’d already came twice, he couldn’t believe it. He knew that it’d been a while since he came, but Merlin, he didn’t know he was that strapped for an orgasm. 

“It’s you!” He groaned, shaking all over. “You’re driving me bloody barmy!” He complained, and Harry thrust hard and deeply inside of him suddenly, hitting his prostate head on. He groaned, moving his hips desperately. More, he needed it, wanted it… fuck, he couldn’t live without it, at this point. 

He was certain he’d never feel whole again without Harry inside of him, moving with him, giving him all of him. He was certain that nothing would ever feel right without him. 

Harry was beginning to get a bit sloppy, and his teeth sank in deep to Draco’s pale neck, leaving a giant red mark. Draco loved the feeling of Hary’s teeth biting at his neck, it drove him crazy. Draco could feel the pulsing in his neck where the bite was, he knew it’d bruise and that only served to make him even more desperate beneath Harry.

“Harry please, I need you to…” He was far too embarrassed to admit what he wanted, but Harry seemed to get the picture as his eyes got even darker and he groaned loudly, pushing his face into the crook of Draco’s neck. He grunted, finally letting himself go. 

He came deep inside of Draco. The second he came, Draco screamed out, dragging his nails down Harry’s back. He couldn’t describe how damned amazing it felt to feel Harry’s warm seed inside of him. He didn’t know how bad he needed it until then. He was suddenly aware of how much he wanted it to continue being inside of him. He shook off the embarrassing thought. 

The two collapsed tiredly down onto the floor. The let their breathing steady, and then they stared at each other in wonder. “That was…” Draco muttered, blushing.

“The best I’ve ever had,” Harry admitted, his cheeks stained red. Draco blushed also, his heart racing in his chest.

“The only I’ve ever had,” He had to admit, blushing brightly. He hadn’t wanted to admit it, but he didn’t really know how to keep from admitting it, either. Because with Harry’s the best I’ve ever had, he couldn’t agree because it’s been the only sex he’d ever had. 

Harry gripped his hips hard, and bit his lip. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, and Draco shrugged.

“I didn’t want you to stop.” He admitted. Harry smiled and kissed him softly on the lips. 

“I will be your only if I have anything to do with it,” Harry murmured, and Draco giggled. Oh yeah, he giggled.  There’s the manly side of him, and then the fifteen-year-old schoolgirl side of him, apparently. 

“I could deal with that.” Draco murmured, lowering his eyes. He didn’t want to admit that he actually quite wanted that, himself. He couldn’t bring himself to admit it. 

“We need to go talk to Dumbledore,” Harry sighed quietly, pulling off of Draco. 

“Why?” Draco whined, sitting up.

“Because I don’t know about you, but the thought of sleeping apart is kind of making me sick.” Harry’s honesty made him blush, but he only shook his head, unable to form a reply. He got dressed and let Harry lead him out of the bathroom with a permanent blush on his cheeks.

I Love You

A tapping on Draco’s room door alerted him to someone being there. He was confused as to who could possibly be there. Goyle and Crabbe had begun to hate him, and Pansy was back at home. Blaise never showed his face around much anymore, and that pretty much ruled out everyone that Draco knew.

He walked up to his dormitory door and opened it, a look of shock passing over his sweet face before he sucked in a breath.

Harry Potter stood in front of him. His eyes were expressionless, and his lips were drawn in a thin line, making him look angry. Draco knew the difference though. He wasn’t angry.

Ever since the war, Harry had been looking worse and worse. Once in a while, Draco would comment on it, and Harry would just mutely shrug his shoulders and rest his head back down on his arms. Harry showing up here was quite the surprise.

The war had changed him, moulded him into a cold, distant man who never smiled. Because they came back after the war they were eighth-year students, and they were allowed different dorms. They were allowed personal dorms in another part of the dungeon away from the Slytherins. Draco had been turned away from the Slytherin house because he wasn’t loyal to Voldemort.

His own family had disowned him, but his mother had given him her last name, Black before he was nameless. It was embarrassing to Draco’s ego, but he overall was glad that he didn’t succumb to the pressure of his father after all.

“What’re you doing here?” Draco asked coolly, unsure of how to respond to the look in Harry’s eyes. He looked pained, confused. Draco knew that look anywhere, he had one that mirrored it almost exactly.

“I couldn’t sleep,” Harry said softly as if that actually explained why he was knocking on his former arch enemies’ door at half past midnight. Draco couldn’t deny that it could possibly be true though. Harry was across the hall, and he’d heard Harry screaming multiple times at night. At first, he thought that the lad was simply shagging and was just a screamer but he realized that it wasn’t that. He realized it was the nightmares that haunted him as well.

“Ah,” Draco said and shifted his weight, looking around the hall. “That doesn’t explain why you’re knocking on my door, though, Potter?” He tried to keep from sounding a bit thrilled at the fact that Harry had come looking for him, and not someone else. Ginny wasn’t too terribly far away from them, he could’ve easily traipsed up the stairs with his cloak. But he chose Draco.

“Can I come in?” He asked hesitantly, and Draco looked at him a moment and nodded his head. He opened his door so that Harry could slip in, then glanced back out to make sure no one had seen. Once he was confident the only one that knew Harry was there was him, he shut the door and locked it with a spell so the door could only be opened from the inside.

Draco turned around to look at Harry and before he had a moment to breathe, he was forced back against the door and was looking into Harry’s dark green eyes. “Draco,” Harry whispered, his breath was minty and warm against Draco’s cheek.

“What’re you doing, P-Potter?” Draco managed to get out. He felt like his breath was being sucked out of him, and he couldn’t seem to grasp firmly on reality as he should’ve been.

“I’m tired.” Harry croaked. “I’m tired of denying the fact that I want you.” The way the words I want you swirled around Draco’s mind led him to believe the impossible… that Harry actually wanted him.

“Y-you’ve gone barmy Harry!” He gasped, looking at the man who was holding him firmly against the wall. He couldn’t deny how damn sexy Harry looked, his muscular arms wrapping him in a cocoon of warmth.

“I probably have,” He laughed slightly, looking down into Draco’s eyes. “I’ve somehow managed to grow affections for a man who’s tried to bloody well kill me plenty of times…” He trailed off, looking down at Draco with an emotion Draco hadn’t seen in anybody’s eyes in a long time. Trust, he noted, as he looked up into the green eyes of Harry. “I don’t think you’re evil, Draco. I think you feel the same way I do.”

Draco couldn’t breathe. Every cell in his body was hyper aware of Harry. He smelled exactly like the Amortentia that Draco had to make in potions. He smelled like Quidditch gear, Treacle Tart, and what Draco imagined was some kind of muggle soap. It smelled deliciously manly, Draco couldn’t help but note.

Draco himself smelled of Lavender. He’d been using the same thing to wash himself since he used as an infant, and he knew exactly how it was made. It had taken some doing, but he managed to find the spell that the wizard had used to create the stuff.

“I-I…” He couldn’t form a sentence. But Harry didn’t need him to. Suddenly, Draco was being kissed. It was hard, passionate. The way their lips fought mimicked how they fought and bickered before the war. Draco didn’t want for Harry to win dominance, but of course, he did.

Draco was shocked at the powerful shock of lust flowing through him as his small, delicately manicured hands pushed at Harry’s robe. He wanted it off… now. Harry took his hips in his larger, calloused hands and manoeuvred them towards the bed. He threw Draco down on the bed and then climbed on top of him. Draco was panting, looking up at the man on top of him with a desperation that he couldn’t possibly speak of. It’d be too embarrassing for him to admit that he wanted Harry that bad.

“You’re tiny,” Harry noted, looking at the man beneath him. Draco couldn’t help the blush that covered his pale skin.

Draco was tiny compared to Harry. Though they were nearly the same height, Draco wasn’t as built as Harry. He had a far more dainty, feminine look to him as opposed to Harry’s manliness that was obvious. Draco was practically hairless, Harry had dark hair on his chest. Just enough to be sexy, and not so much so as to be disgusting. His hands were bigger than Draco’s, and where Draco’s were thin, nimble, and soft, Harry’s were larger, slightly calloused, and anything but dainty. The differences between the two men went farther than just their hands and bodies though.

Draco was brilliant, he had a tongue like a knife. He used wit and charisma to get him ahead. He had money, he used it. He didn’t much mind hurting others to get himself ahead in life.

Harry, however, was bright, but not as brilliant as Draco. He was witty and used his charisma to charm people. But he didn’t use it to get ahead. While Draco slung knives in a fight, Harry merely evaded the knives and came out on the other side.

“Don’t insult me you, oaf—!” Draco demanded, hiding his face behind his hair. He couldn’t tell if he was offended by the comment or perturbed that the man had stopped kissing him to say it.

“I’m not insulting you, prat.” He growled into Draco’s ear and it made Draco harden mercilessly under his robes. He couldn’t believe that he was reacting this way for Saint Potter. He never even knew the man knew how to kiss…

Oh but was Draco very wrong. Harry was an amazing kisser, and it literally sucked the life out of his lungs. He couldn’t stop himself from gripping onto Harry’s shoulders and arch up, moaning quietly.

The kissing was quickly getting heated the two men pushing desperately at each other’s clothes. They couldn’t stop kissing long enough to remove anything correctly. Draco was working on the Buttons of Harry’s shirt, desperately trying to get them to unhook.

Their lips were moving perfectly together like they’d been kissing their whole lives. Draco knew that they shouldn’t be doing this. It was wrong. He was a former death eater, and Harry was the chosen one… the one who defeated the man that he was supposed to support. But with each tantalizing stroke of Harry’s tongue against his own, he couldn’t find it in himself to care. All Draco could do was lose himself in a tidal wave of pleasure he’d never imagined possible.

“I want you,” Draco moaned softly, arching his back. He couldn’t help but desire the man. He was doing horrible things to his body with every touch. It was radiating through him, making him hot and desperate.

Harry merely nodded his head and pulled off of him. “You prat where do you think you’re going—!” Draco demanded, and Harry shot him a look.

“I’m undressing. Unless you’d like me to fuck your arse through my trousers?” He asked and Draco blushed, immediately removing his clothes as well. Once they were both naked, Harry climbed back up into the bed beside Draco and wrapped his arms around the man. Draco sank into the touch and began trembling. His cock was impossibly hard between them, and he’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t losing control rather quickly.

Harry murmured a quick lubrication spell and Draco moaned at the feeling of it. It heated Draco’s insides a bit, made him feel light headed at the same time. “You’re… rather large.” Draco murmured softly in wonder, his fingers gripping clumsily at Harry’s length. Draco couldn’t tell exactly, but he’d wager a bet that Harry’s cock was about as long as his wand. His girth was definitely bigger. Harry’s cock was dark like his skin, shaved at the base and looking utterly mouthwatering.

Draco blushed as he thought about his own cock. It was slimmer, shorter. He’d never shaved before, so his light blonde curls at the base of his cock were soft. He had however taken care of the hair around his hole, keeping it trimmed and short so that it didn’t get disgusting. But that was merely because he liked to finger himself, and the hair was painful when it was accidentally pulled. However, no one besides himself had seen, nor touched his cock so he never bothered with shaving it. He didn’t find his hair gross at all, it gave him a primmer look if anything.

“Figures,” Harry teased him, running one of his calloused hands through the soft curls at Draco’s base. He moaned softly, his hand gripping at Harry’s wrist in a funny sort of way.

“Don’t make fun of me…” He whispered shyly, looking up at Harry. Harry smirked a bit and nuzzled into the blonde neck, pressing a chaste kiss to it.

“I would never,” Harry said gently, pulling the male to him. He slowly pressed a finger into Draco’s tight heat. Draco moaned at the feeling. Harry’s finger was larger than his, and it felt so much better, too. He’d never felt anything so damn amazing in his life.

He moaned and fucked himself on Harry’s finger. But Harry continued on with only one finger. Though Draco was rather sure that the one finger could draw him to an orgasm, he wanted more. He wanted everything that Harry had to offer, but he was too embarrassed to ask.

Harry continued playing with his body, his fingers playing with Draco’s prostate easily. Draco had never been touched by another, so every feeling of Harry’s skin on his own was driving him absolutely barmy. He was blushing brightly and moaning loudly.

He couldn’t get himself to stop moaning, He wanted to be fucked so hard, he wanted to be used.

“More!” Draco begged softly, his cheeks flushing red as he finally had enough. He wanted more, he needed it so much. “Please Harry… I just… need you.”

Harry slipped another finger inside of Draco and he moaned, gripping Harry’s shoulders. Draco couldn’t help but whimper loudly. Draco gripped at Harry’s arm, the feelings in his body going above what he could handle. He wanted so much more, but he couldn’t find a way to get it.

Draco found himself pushing back into Harry’s hand, desperate to get more of his fingers inside of him. He needed to feel it deeper, wanted it harder… he just needed it all.

Draco was suddenly aware of how much better it felt for someone to touch him instead of himself. It felt like heaven on earth, and especially with The Harry Potter  touching him, he couldn’t help the way his mind was racing around him. He couldn’t keep from moving his hips, he wanted so much more than he was getting. 

“Dray, you’re going to hurt yourself,” Harry murmured softly against Draco’s neck, and he whimpered, looking up at him through stormy grey eyes. He couldn’t help the shock of pleasure that went through his entire body when he heard Harry using his name–or rather, a shortened version of his name, something like a nickname. He couldn’t help the excitement that was bubbling up in his chest.

“I need you inside of me…” Draco was beyond words. He couldn’t help but feel everything falling apart around himself. He wanted so much, and everything he wanted as centimetres away, he just couldn’t seem to grasp onto it fully.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Harry murmured, and Draco shook his head, looking up at Harry with desperation in his eyes.

“I bloody well don’t care if you hurt me!” Draco cried, looking up at him with desperation in his eyes. “I just need you so fucking bad.” Harry finally nodded, before climbing up and between Draco’s legs. He removed his fingers and then pressed the head of his cock to Draco’s warm, tight hole.

Draco couldn’t help but arch up as Harry began to push inside of him. Harry wrapped his arm around Draco while he was arched up, and held him close as he continued pushing his way inside of Draco’s tight arsehole.

It seemed like it took forever to both of them, as Harry slowly pushed his way inside. But once he was buried deep inside of the man, he couldn’t think of any place he belonged. A moan escaped Draco as he was astounded at how amazing it felt to be full of Harry. Draco couldn’t help but wiggle his hips to make Harry’s cock move inside of him. Suddenly a blinding shock of pleasure pushed through him and he moaned, his nails digging harshly into Harry’s back. Harry groaned, burying his face in Draco’s neck, “Damn it you pegged it yourself.” Harry tsked, shaking his head in wonder as he slowly began thrusting into the smaller man below him.

Draco couldn’t help but admire how much bigger Harry was, compared to what he was when he first arrived at Hogwarts. He was obviously underfed, and he had a kicked puppy look about him that made it easy to pity him. But, Draco was never one for pitying the pitiful… Harry was just specail.

But as Harry moved inside of him, he was suddenly aware that Harry wasn’t one to be pitied anymore. He was currently fucking the absolute brains out of him, and Draco couldn’t wrap his head around that. It felt so different.

Compared to what he was used to, which was only his hands, everything felt so much better. Harry was huge inside of him, and he couldn’t deny the pleasure from being filled. He didn’t know if Harry felt so big because he actually was big, or if it was because he was a virgin, but merlin it felt like heaven to Draco’s oversensitive body.

“Fuck me!” Draco cried, closing his eyes as pleasure rolled through his body at an unwavering pace. Harry was thrusting inside of his body rentlessly and it felt so fucking good.

All he could do was release moan after moan and plead for more. Harry was taking it slow, though. Not moving too fast or too hard so as to not crush the fragile body beneath his.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long!” Draco whined, arching his body up like a cat. He couldn’t control how slutty he was acting at this point, but it only served to make the gorgeous man on top of him go faster.

Pants echoed in the room around them, the sound of skin slapping skin the loudest sound in the room as they moved together. Draco was pushing back against Harry like his life depended on it. Draco was pretty sure that his life did depend on it, because he was afraid he was going to lose his mind if he didn’t cum sooner rather than later.

“Blimey, Dray.” Potter sighed into Draco’s ear, and it made goosebumps raise up on Draco’s skin. He couldn’t help the lust that shot up and down his spine. He wanted more, he needed it. “You’re so bloody perfect!”

The words were echoing around in Draco’s mind, he couldn’t fathom that he golden boy, the boy who lived… the boy who saved his life thought he was perfect? He hardly was.

But he was in no fit shape to protest as Harry began going slightly harder, Draco’s mouth parted in ecstasy. “Merlin, you’re so fucking good!” Draco couldn’t stop the blush from pushing across his face. He shouldn’t have admitted that, but now that he has, Harry smirked and bit into his neck.

Draco moaned loudly, the pain from his neck sending shock waves down to his aching cock. He felt it rubbing against Harry’s chest, all the valleys, canals and deliciously warm skin. It was making him go barmy, but what could he do? He hardly wanted for him to stop. He only wanted more.

“Dray!” The sound was shocking, Draco loved the way his name sounded coming off of the lips of the boy he was supposed to hate. Harry was pistoning in and out of him at an increasingly fast pace, and it was driving Draco up the wall.

With every hard thrust, Harry was brushing against Draco’s prostate, sending shocks of pleasure up his spine. Draco was painfully hard, his cock bright red between them as they continued in their erotic dance.

The two men were kissing sloppily, both of them lost in the utter pleasure that was wrapping around them like a vice.

Harry pulled Draco’s leg up and over his shoulder, his cock going deeper into Draco’s pretty rose coloured arsehole. Draco couldn’t help but arch up into Harry, his sensitive cock rubbing against Harry’s warm abdomen. He moaned, and Harry found himself tensing slightly, looking over the beautiful man beneath him.

Draco wasn’t so put together now. He looked rather helpless and vulnerable beneath him. His hair was matted down to his forehead, his eyes were widened and his grey eyes were practically black with pleasure as his pupils dilated. His face was flushed, and his lips were red from the biting.

Harry was immediately taken with how beautiful he looked. Harry kept thrusting into Draco, making Draco arch up and dig his nails into Harry’s back.

The intensity was doing nothing but making Draco go barmy beneath him, and Harry could feel the heat himself, feel how amazing it felt to be buried inside of the man he’d fancied for years. 

Draco suddenly tensed and released a scream that echoed off the stone walls around them. Harry felt Draco’s release against his chest and the feeling of Draco’s tight hole clenching and unclenching around his hard prick made him begin to slowly move his hips. Draco moaned softly. 

Harry was moving inside of him, even as he came, and it made his cock jump with ecstasy. He couldn’t keep his eyes opened, or his mouth closed. Every touch was euphoric, and he was going losing control. “Merlin!” He cried out, tightening his hold around Harry’s neck. His arms held Harry to him, making them both moan at the feeling of touching completely. “I love you!” Draco cried, shaking his head as tears ran down his cheeks. 

It was all too much. But then, it felt so good he didn’t want it to stop. Harry paused at the words, then setting a tension in the air that made Draco tense, but Draco realized… he’s cumming. 

He was panting heavily, a sigh leaving his lips and he buried his face in his neck. He wasn’t loud, it seemed like a mere pleasantry, and Draco found himself loving that. The way it felt to have Harry’s release in his hole was euphoric.

Harry dropped down on top of him and held him close. The silence in the room was driving Draco to the point of madness. It was like Harry hadn’t heard his confession. It was all the same, he supposed. It wasn’t like Harry could possibly ever love him back. 

Harry sighed, and pressed a gentle teasing kiss to his forehead. 

The silence continued on, and Draco couldn’t imagine his worst fear. Harry went to get up off of him, and Draco tensed. “Where are you going?” He snapped, and Harry paused. He turned to look at Draco with a teasing smirk. 

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but cum is smeared all over us. I was going to get a cloth to clean us. Unless you’d prefer us to both have dried cum all over us?” Though Harry’s words were true, Draco didn’t care. 

He didn’t say so though, but the petulant look on his face must’ve been answer enough because Harry merely crawled back into the bed and wrapped himself around Draco. Though Draco would never admit it, his entire body sank into the caress. 

Draco felt his eyes slowly beginning to close as sleep took over. “Don’t go.” He was positive he had said it, though if he was asked tomorrow he’d surely deny it. 

“I’m not, Draco.” Despite the words leaving Harry’s lips, Draco was reluctant to close his eyes, knowing that when he woke up, he probably wouldn’t see Harry. But, Draco was beginning to lose the fight with his subconcious. “I love you, too.” He was certain he’d heard them. 

They caressed his heart, made him feel shaky and happy all at once. He wanted it to be true. “Do you?” He was partially asleep as he said it. 

“I do.” Was the last thing he heard as he fell asleep, finally feeling safe enough to close his eyes and let sleep take him over.

Friends… to lovers?

Draco had become pretty familiar with the walk to the room of requirement. He was familiar with how to hide from Filch and his disgustingly demented cat Mrs Norris. He’d found places to hide, charms to quiet his footsteps and breathing, and plenty of ways to avoid being caught by Snape on his rounds, trying to catch someone out of bed for one reason or the other. 

Draco knew that it was wrong. He knew that he shouldn’t be going to meet up with Potter. Not this soon. It was too soon, and it was too much. He wasn’t able to control it, though. He wanted the man’s cock. 

After the war, Potter had spoken about Draco to keep him out of Azkaban, and to get him back into school, also. Potter hadn’t held any grudges. In fact, he seemed a bit less uptight now that he’d finally defeated Voldemort for good.

Draco could imagine the reason that he’d changed towards him was that he’d changed sides at the last moment, he’d thrown his wand to Harry. He’d helped him defeat the dark lord. Of course, everyone else seemed to forget that. But Harry never had. 

He’d been nice to him ever since. 

After some time, Harry helped him pick up his grades. He’d helped him find where he truly belonged, and on which side he’d belonged. He hadn’t been mean, or harsh with him. He’d stood up to his friends, Hermione and Ron about picking on Draco. And, then they’d formed a slightly tense alliance. 

Draco didn’t really talk to them much, but he’d apologized about his bullying in the past. However, there wasn’t much he could do to take it back. 

Hermione accepted his apology, and Ron merely rolled his eyes and shook his head, a look of ill disguised contempt on his face. Harry had growled at Ron, and it made Draco flush. 

There wasn’t much that he could do to change what he’d done, but he knew that Harry didn’t hold it against him anymore. That made him feel slightly better.

He stopped in front of the door and took a hesitant breath before he walked through the door, and came to see Harry sitting down on a couch with some food. 

Draco immediately flushed. 

Though they’d been talking about seeing each other for months, neither had ever asked the other on a date. “I was wondering when you’d show.” Harry’s voice was sweet, and Draco bit his lip looking over the scene in front of him. 

Harry was dressed about as nice as he’d seen him. He had on a dress shirt, a red and gold tie, and he’d even taken the time to comb his hair. Though Draco secretly found his messy hair as cute, he’d never said so. He didn’t want him to know. 

Draco felt remarkably underdressed, in just his trousers and neatly pressed button up. He hadn’t thought that there was something besides studying that was going to go on, so he didn’t see much of a reason to dress up. “Come on, Dray,” Harry said, and Draco hurriedly walked over to him. 

“I didn’t…” He whispered shyly, biting his lip. Since the war, Harry had gotten a bit taller. His body was fit from years of Quidditch, and Merlin, his cologne shouldn’t have smelled so great because it was muggle… but it really did. 

“I know, that’s why I did it. I wanted it to be a surprise. We’ve been talking about going out for months, and honestly, I wanted to. So, just come sit your cute little arse down and eat.” His words were commanding, and it made Draco’s heart flutter as he did as he was told. 

Draco didn’t know why it was that he felt he needed to obey Harry. He just did so without thinking too much into anything. 

Harry hadn’t ever told him to do as he said, he just did it. Of course, there was a lot of things that he’d done since the war that he never would’ve done previously. However, it felt right.

Him obeying Harry made him feel… something. It wasn’t a necessarily bad feeling either. He felt free whenever he was doing as he was told by Harry. Was it wrong, probably… but it made him feel good. It felt right , to obey Harry. 

Draco plopped down onto the couch and looked over the food. Harry must’ve consulted with the house elves that used to work in his old Manor because everything looked amazing–and it all was his favourite. 

“Thank you,” Draco murmured, blushing brightly and looking down at his hands. Harry came to sit beside him. Harry looked calm and collected, but Draco felt nervous and shy. He’d been around Harry enough to know he wasn’t going to be judged as a friend, but what if he wasn’t… good enough for him as more than that?

It was insanity, even to himself, but he couldn’t help it. “Calm down,” Harry told him and he took a steadying breath and tried to do as Harry told him. He managed to look a bit less worried, so Harry motioned for him to eat. “I found out from Pansy what you liked to eat,” Harry admitted. In all the time that they’d spent together, they’d never eaten together. 

It seemed as though nothing ever worked out in their favour. But tonight did. 

They talked and laughed, got a bit too tipsy off of the butterbeer that Harry had somehow managed to get. They were sitting a bit too close on the couch, and whispering a bit too intimate things to each other. 

They were cuddling up to each other, hands playing with hands and the caress of each others breathing against their skin keeping them alight with a bit of lust, but not too much so as to cloud their memories when they sobered up. 

Draco’s grey blue eyes were looking into Harry’s deeper emerald eyes and he was looking between his eyes and his lips. Draco couldn’t help but watch Harry as he spoke, the little smirk that only Harry gave him always did something to Draco, and he didn’t much know why. Draco licked his lips nervously and huffed out a breath, drawing Harry’s attention down to his light pink lips.

Their gazes locked again for a moment when they both realized, now  is a perfect time. So Harry leaned in a bit, and Draco leaned up a bit and their lips met. 

At first, their kiss was awkward, Draco having never been kissed before. But slowly, they sunk into a rhythm, Harry leading Draco without a word. Their lips moving in a slow, passion filled kiss. 

Harry licked at Draco’s lip, asking for entrance. Draco moaned quietly, and Harry took advantage of that and slipped his tongue inside of Draco’s mouth. He slowly explored every inch of Draco’s mouth, his tongue going over teeth, playing with his tongue. 

Harry’s hand held Draco’s cheek as if he was afraid that Draco was going to disappear. His thumb was gently caressing his jawbone. 

He finally pulled back, pressing a chaste kiss to Draco’s lips. He whimpered, looking up into Harry’s eyes. He was surprised at the amount of lust that stared back at him. 

Harry’s dark eyes were looking at him in a way he’d never seen Harry look at anyone. He had this raw, deep hunger in his eyes as he looked at him. His emerald eyes were darker than he’d ever seen before. 

“Please,” Draco whimpered suddenly, catching himself off guard. He knew that he was turned on, how could he not be? But, he didn’t realize until he uttered the word please, until he begged Harry, that he had never been that ready before. 

He hadn’t had sex, been kissed… anything before. He’d grown up in a way that made such things seem at best, like a way for reproduction. Of course, he knew that there had to be something enjoyable about it, but he’d never gone out of his way to find out. 

In fact, he’d never even touched himself. It didn’t seem like it’d be that big of a deal. He didn’t much get turned on when thinking about girls, and when he was younger he never thought about it. Now that he’s older, in this situation he understands it… it wasn’t that he wasn’t attracted to girls because of his upbringing, it was that he was attracted to men.

 One man in particular. 

Draco blushed, looking up at Harry. Harry pulled Draco on top of him, lying back on the couch. Draco moaned in shock when his member brushed against Harry’s hard chest, nothing but their clothes separating them. 

He knew it was probably the butterbeer, but everything felt so much… more intense than he’d ever thought that it could. 

Looking down into Harry’s eyes, he blushed brightly and leaned down, catching Harry’s lips in a nervous, shy kiss. Harry smiled into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Draco comfortingly. Draco felt his entire body pressing against Harry’s in some way, and it felt great. 

The warmth radiating around them like a cocoon. Draco was straddling Harry, and though he should feel embarrassed about that, he didn’t. All he felt was desperate. Harry pushed him up, looking into his eyes as if he was searching for something. 

Whatever it was he was looking for, Draco guessed he found it, because one large, warm and calloused hand came up to the neck of his shirt and started unbuttoning his shirt slowly. They never lost eye contact. Once Harry had unbuttoned his shirt he pulled it out of his trousers and pushed it off of his chest. 

Draco blushed brightly and looked down as Harry stared at him in wonder. “Don’t be shy,” he murmured, and Draco looked up into his eyes shyly, a small smile going to his lips. He couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed. 

Draco was looking down at Harry’s chest, a bit too shy to say that he wanted his shirt and tie off. Harry must’ve noticed because he smirked a bit and looked at Draco. “Do you want my shirt off too,” He questioned, and Draco nodded mutely. “Well then, unbutton it, love,” Though it shouldn’t have, the word love fell between them as Draco bit his lip and used his smaller, frailer hands to unbutton the shirt. 

He wasn’t slow like Harry had been, he was too desperate for skin. Once the shirt was unbuttoned and the tie loosened, Draco ran his smaller fingers over Harry’s chest. 

Harry had scars on his chest from the war, he’d assumed, and it only gave him a more manly look to him. Draco, however, was unscarred, about as manly as a woman. He didn’t have the same essence that Harry did. 

Harry practically oozed masculinity, and it made Draco absolutely melt. Draco though, he had an air of femininity about him. He kept himself presentable at all times, well dressed, kept his hair done and a cocky smirk on his lips that made him look as though he was constantly up to something diabolical. 

“You’re gorgeous.” Draco blushed as soon as the words left his lips, and he immediately regretted them. He had an entire dictionary of words he could’ve used to describe the man, and the word he chose was gorgeous? Has he completely gone barmy? 

Before he had too much time to wonder, Harry was kissing him again, and he was sinking into the kiss. His body melted easily, like butter on a hot knife. He whimpered, pushing into the caress of Harry’s warm hands on his back. He felt Harry’s fingers running over the knots of his spine. 

He shivered, biting his lip. Or rather, what he thought was his lip, but turned out to actually be Harry’s. Harry grunted, and bit back, making him moan and push at Harry. 

Harry immediately pulled back, looking up at Draco with heat in his eyes. He placed a hand on Draco’s hip to comfort him, and he whimpered. Draco bit his lip, looking nervous as he put his hand on top of Harrys, and then bit his lip, looking down. He knew what he wanted, and that made him certain enough to shyly push Harry’s hand down to the button on his trousers. 

He gasped, the feeling of Harry’s fingers brushing over him through the fabric of his trousers making him ache for Harry’s warm touch on bare skin. He wanted it, so much. Harry looked up at him and slowly worked the button on his trousers. Because of Draco straddling him, he couldn’t push the trousers down, but he snaked his hand into the but m shamelessly. 

Draco moaned when he felt Harry’s hand on his cock. He still had the fabric of his briefs separating him from ecstasy, but he was too lost in pleasure to speak. Granted, even if he had of had the mind set to speak, he was much too shy. 

Harry pushed him up and he blushed, thinking Harry didn’t want to do it anymore. He bit his lip and reached for his pants, thinking that he should button them up. But Harry reached out, pulling him forward. He pressed a kiss to his lower stomach and pushed them down gently. Draco felt exposed to his gaze, his cheeks red and he couldn’t seem to catch his breath. He was panting, looking down at Harry as he stared over him in wonder. 

“You’re perfect, Dray.” The words echoed around in his head, his heart. It made his stomach flip slightly, excitedly. He had never looked at himself as perfect. He always thought he was weak, imperfect, and wrong in all the wrong ways. His father pushed him to look down on Muggle-borns and anyone who supported them. He’d bullied the very man that was calling him perfect.

Harry stood up in front of him, unbuttoning his own trousers. He then pushed them down, exposing himself. Draco blushed as he realized that Harry wasn’t wearing any pants below his trousers. Harry pulled Draco flush against him, and Draco sunk into the embrace.

Harry pulled Draco’s naked body to the bed that’d popped up in the corner of the room. Draco figured that there was a lot of benefits of having sex in a room that knows what you need and gives you exactly what you think of, one of which was beds simultaneous popping up when you go to have sex. 

Draco found himself on his back before he knew what was happening, and Harry was up and on top of him. He pulled at Harry’s hand and entwined their fingers. “Are you okay, love?” Harry asked, and Draco nodded shyly biting his lip as he looked up at the man on to op him. 

Draco was delighted when Harry pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, slowly moving his body against Draco’s. Draco was overly aware of the fact that Harry was huge on top of him. His body was completely covered by Harry’s strong warmth. The pressure of his body holding him down should’ve left him breathless, but it didn’t. If anything, it made him feel safer. 

Harry caressed his cock with a gentle hand, making Draco moan. He was so desperate for more. Harry ran his fingers through the pale blonde curls at the base of his cock and trailed one of them up his cock slowly. He couldn’t help but arch up into the touch. He just wanted to feel Harry inside of him, and though he wanted the foreplay, he didn’t at the same time. 

Harry was careful with him, gently caressing his body in ways that no other man ever had before. He felt so good, he couldn’t find his voice. Everything felt so wonderful. Harry suddenly wrapped his hand around his cock, moving it slowly up and down. Draco whimpered and shut his eyes in embarrassment. “Does that feel good, love?” Harry’s voice whispered in his ear, and he clenched his hand around Harry’s whimpering loudly and shaking his head. 

“Y-Yes,” he somehow managed to get himself to respond despite his shyness. He knew it wasn’t as confident as Harry’s sentences, but honestly, he didn’t know how Harry was able to form a complete sentence because he couldn’t remember much but Harry’s name. 

Merlin,  Draco thought as Harry was running one of his hands over his erection. He felt like he was getting close, but he wasn’t too sure what it was he was approaching. He knew the basic semantics of sex, and that a man reaches an orgasm, but he didn’t know how it felt. 

All he knew was that he was starting to feel overwhelmingly good. His entire body was tensed, his mind unable to focus on one thought or another. He groaned and got lost in the feeling of Harry’s hand moving up and down on his cock. 

Suddenly, one finger was swirling around his hole, and he gasped. He couldn’t believe how amazing it felt to have that finger moving around his most intimate place. Harry murmured something quiet, and a pleasant warm feeling centred on his arse, and he let out a little whine. Harry pushed a finger into him and it made him shake in ecstasy. 

Draco felt himself getting closer and closer, his entire body could feel the pressure growing in his stomach. He felt like he was going crazy, he couldn’t keep his mouth shut long enough to ask what it was. He didn’t know if he’d be able to anyway. 

A second finger teased the tight ring of his arse and he jumped, gasping when that finger too entered him. It felt so lovely–something about the way it felt to be full made him absolutely desperate for more. 

“Ahmmmm…” Draco wasn’t entirely sure what he was trying to say there, but Harry seemed to know exactly what that jumbled up word meant. He was quickly losing his grip on his composer, his face flushed, his hair matted to his forehead from his own sweat. 

So, when he did reach his first orgasm, he cried out, arching his back and shaking all over as he finally released. It was sudden for Draco, but Harry had seen it coming. Much to his horror, he was crying, but Harry didn’t comment. 

He merely pulled his fingers away from Draco, leaving him feeling empty and cold. He whined, blushing brightly and staring wildly at the man on top of him. He was floating high above the world, but he still felt needy, desperate. He still wanted more , and that worried him slightly. 

Harry rested down on top of him and pressed a careful kiss to his lips. He kissed Harry back, his entire body shaking. “Please,” He wasn’t positive, but he thought it was him that was asking for something. If he knew what he was asking for, he didn’t realize it. But Harry did. He let his hand drift back up to lace his fingers with Draco’s. 

Draco paused a moment as he looked down at the two of them. Their differences were uncanny. Draco was pale, thin, and tiny. His cock was a great deal smaller than Harry’s, he noted with embarrassment. His cock had pale blonde curls at the base, and his tip was bright red against his pale skin it seemed. Harry was darker, his body more toned and he was larger. His cock was probably five inches, at least, longer than Draco’s, and wider… well, that was just purely too embarrassing to even think of. The base of his cock was clear, no hair in sight. The head of his cock was a darker red than Draco’s ever could think of being. Despite their differences, Draco fit perfectly below him. And he couldn’t deny how beautiful their bodies looked entwined together. 

Draco gasped lightly when Harry used his free hand to spread his legs and settle between his thighs. His cheeks were red, and he was panting as the tip of Harry’s hard erection pressed against his arsehole. His entrance was slow, he took his time as he pressed into the smaller man beneath him. It was driving Draco barmy, but he didn’t have the brain-cells to comment. 

It was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. 

He moaned when he felt Harry’s groin press into his ass. He was overwhelmed with the sense of fullness he got from Harry being inside of him. The stimulation was enough to make him cum again, and he couldn’t contain the quiet scream he’d made. Harry ran his thumb gently over his cheek, coaxing the smaller man into compliance. 

Once he’d settled down again, and caught his breath, he nodded mutely. His acceptance was noted and gratefully appreciated as Harry slowly began thrusting in and out of him. Draco whimpered, rubbing up against Harry. 

His entire body felt so wonderful. Harry pulled his hand away from his face and laced their other hands together so that every inch of their bodies–fingers to fingers, legs to legs, every single inch–was touching. 

Draco didn’t much know what he was doing, but he was doing what felt right to him. So, he wiggled his hips, trying desperately for more. He couldn’t find his voice, the pleasure from Harry being inside of him too much. But he knew that it wouldn’t have mattered because he was too shy to really say much anyway. 

He’d always been embarrassed by him not being able to find his voice after the war. Before, he felt like he was in control, even though he didn’t want to be where he was. Now, he felt like he didn’t have a firm standing on the ground. He couldn’t be witty, snarky or rude anymore. He had to fight for his place in Hogwarts. He couldn’t let his old temperament come back and bite him in the arse. 

Besides, it didn’t really seem to matter to Harry that he wasn’t being very talkative. Harry was slowly moving in and out of his body, his hands clenching in Draco’s as he fought for control. 

Harry didn’t want to cum too soon, but he’d had a lot of build-ups. He’d watched the man he’d grown to love cum twice already, and he’d not even palmed himself. He was surprised he was still hard and hadn’t already come all over himself. 

It didn’t take long for Draco to be shaking again, his legs wrapping around Harry’s waist and pulling him closer. He was shaking his hips, his cheeks red as he moved in time with Harry’s thrusts. 

He was going absolutely barmy, he’d gathered because he felt himself getting overwhelmed again. He wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck, their fingers unlocked for him to wrap his arms tightly around the larger man. Harry used his hands to get more leverage for harder thrusts. 

Draco squealed loudly when he felt Harry brush up against something. “What…” He couldn’t get a sentence to form, but Harry understood immediately what he was asking. 

“Your prostate,” he explained to Draco as he continued battering his soft spot. He couldn’t get a grip on anything. Harry was completely taking him over. He was driving his cock deeper and deeper inside of him, and it was making him gasp and cry. 

It didn’t take long after Harry found his prostate for Draco to cum once more. He didn’t even have the energy to shake, he merely screamed out, his nails digging into Harry’s shoulders. The feeling of Draco tightening around his cock sent Harry into an orgasm, and he didn’t even have time to pull himself out–not that he tried very hard, mind you. 

The two men panted, Harry, keeping Draco warm and comfortable below him. Draco panted, his entire body shaking. He felt a slight bit of pain, and he couldn’t even imagine moving an inch as he laid beneath the heavier man. 

Harry gently pulled out of him and murmured something quietly and it made Draco’s pain dissipate a bit. It didn’t cure him, but he couldn’t feel the pain as dramatically as he had been. Granted it wasn’t a horrible pain, he’d been able to deal with it. 

“Dray,” Harry whispered in his ear softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his neck. “I love you.” The words made Draco’s heart swell with love. He squealed girlishly and pressed a kiss to Harry’s lips, his arms staying wrapped tightly around Harry’s neck.

“I love you too,” He whispered against Harry’s lips, and Harry laughed softly, shaking his head. 

Harry didn’t have to ask if they were lovers, it was an unsaid agreement. One that they loved. 

The two men fell asleep holding each other close as physically possible. Draco couldn’t help the tiny little smile at the corners of his lips as he dozed off, finally sated.

An Omega’s Need

Draco needed Harry Potter. He needed him to the very core of his being. He knew he would never have him, not in even the most animal of ways. That dammed weasel took Harry, and there was nothing Draco could do about it.

So every month when Draco went into heat, he hid in his bedroom, his curtains closed and a silencio charm to keep any nosy passerby’s from hearing him moaning out for Harry, begging him for a release that he’d never truly reach without him.

But Harry never even knew. Draco had spent months trying to do something— anything , to make his heat less painful. Slughorn had been giving him potions, but they hardly worked anymore. He had to use excessive amounts, and it never lasted long. He knew why, though.

Because bloody Harry Potter was constantly in the vicinity of him. If he was in the front of the classroom, potter was in the center, extremely too close for comfort. If Draco was in the library to study, Harry was there to watch the damned weasel study. And if Draco was walking down the stairs from Divination, he’d be walking up the stairs to Divination.

Draco could swear someone was out to get him if it wasn’t so bloody crazy of him to think that. And he hated that he hadn’t been able to find any other idea as to why the world was trying to punish him.

It wasn’t like he’d intentionally been born into a family of death eaters. He’d not simply picked up his prejudices on his own. He hadn’t become the cold, cruel, slightly closed off man he was without a lot of guidance from his father.

But still, the world thought it was funny to first, make him crave the affection of his own enemy—the man he hated more than anything… and then make the man the only one who could fully pleasure him hate him equally. And god knows Draco had tried to find another man.

But every time a man touches him, it sends flying shocks of pain up his spine, his entire body goes stiff and it feels like he’s on fire.

And if he’s in heat when the man touches him, it’s worse. It makes him physically sick, he’ll throw up, become pale and will not stop shaking all over. It’s really bothersome. And it promises that he’ll never find another lover.

For a year and four months, he hadn’t even known who his alpha was. It had been obvious to him now that he thought about it, but when he first started going through heat he had been more focused on just alleviating the pain than who he belonged to.

He had figured out that Harry was his mate in seventh year, when Harry had shown up in his manor. He had touched Harry for a split second—just long enough to see if he had the scar—and the moment that he touched him he knew it was him. But he didn’t tell them that. He told them he didn’t think it was him. And then he’d let him take his wand without much of a fight.

Draco had to endure Crucio curse after that, but he would gladly do it again for Harry.

None of his friends knew though. They knew that he was in heat—that much was obvious. The pint tint to his face, the faraway look in his eyes, and his inability to have a normal conversation was a tale tell sign of that.

The shock of pain going up his spine so suddenly, he lurched forward, clutching his stomach. His housemates loved to touch him. It seemed to make them feel so much better about themselves.

Of course he knew that Harry was in the room. Whenever Harry was in the same room with Draco, Draco’s body practically glowed. When he felt Harry looking at him as he gasped for breath, the pain was only getting more intense. Blaise wasn’t removing his hand, and all of his friends were laughing.

But he was crying now, his entire body seizing up in pain. “Stop it please!” He cried, trying to get away but he couldn’t move.

“Zabini let go.” The voice was harsh, and it calmed Draco if only just a bit. The touch was gone, and he was shaking all over but it was gone. And the pain that lingered was still horrible, but he could feel it dwindling away.

Harry put his own hand on Draco, and Draco felt himself relax slowly, pushing into the touch. “Come on.” The entire table of Slytherins were looking at Harry as if he’d lost his mind, but Draco couldn’t deny it—he had to go.

He followed the man out of the library, his legs still weak and shaky but he walked just fine thanks to Harry’s hand on his shoulder. When they stopped, he found himself against a castle wall.

There was a moment of silence, and then Harry touched his cheek softly. Draco keened softly, pushing into the touch desperately. Harry’s touch was making the remainder of his pain leave him entirely, and he’d never been happier to have ended up mated to him. Though Draco hated that he would never have the man, he knew that he’d get no relief any other way.

“How long,” Harry growled, putting a possessive hand on Draco’s lower back. Draco groaned softly, pushing closer to Harry’s body.

“Eight months,” Draco whined, and Harry snarled, burying his face in Draco’s neck. Draco moaned, pushing his head to the side to give Harry more room, desperate for something.

Something he didn’t know if Harry would ever be able to give him. He would be lying if he said he didn’t want it, because he did. More than anything. But he wanted Harry to want him as much as he wanted Harry.

“You should’ve come to me immediately.” His words were harsh, and despite how needy Draco was, he felt a pang of fear go up and down his spine. It wasn’t that he thought Harry would hurt him… It just was probable.

“I didn’t… want to ruin your… life… because,” Draco panted, closing his eyes as a wave of euphoria from Harry’s close proximity washed over him. “I had… a huge part in… destroying it… before the war.” Harry growled deep in his chest, pushing his entire body against Draco’s. Draco moaned softly, letting the bigger man push him painfully against the wall.

“You wouldn’t have.” Though the words sounded stubborn, Draco didn’t believe the man truly believed them, even himself.

“I would have…” It was certain, and it made Draco feel like crying.

“An omega can never ruin an alphas life, only enhance it.” The words sounded way more sophisticated and knowledgeable than Draco thought that Harry could sound.

“I would’ve ruined your relationship…” These words made Harry flinch, and he blinked a moment.

“I’m not worried about Ginny. She’s been shagging Dean Thomas for months.” Harry’s words were sincere, and they made Draco’s heart swell.

“I… I…” Draco couldn’t respond because he found himself being tugged along. “W-where are you taking me?” Draco asked softly, and Harry growled, turning around to look at Draco with a heat in his eyes.

“Back to my dorm. The scent of your heat is driving me barmy.” Draco gasped, not protesting at all as Harry pulled him along behind him without another word.

The Gryffindor pulled him up into the commons room and then through straight to his room. As soon as they entered the room, Draco found himself thrown back onto the bed, his clothes magically stripped from his body.

He moaned, feeling bare and exposed. But he couldn’t deny that he loved it. Harry’s eyes were looking over him in a way that he had only dreamed of seeing him look over him. Moreover, his eyes were so sharp, so commanding… it felt so amazing to finally have the man he needed.

He immediately covered his cock, embarrassed. He hoped that Harry had not seen it; he knew it was not too impressive, and was ultimately very embarrassed about it. Though there was no way he would ever top Harry, there was no question in that…

However, he did not want Harry to think he was a disappointment. It is too utterly embarrassing. Draco watched as the larger man undressed, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Draco was astounded. He knew that when he became an omega, he stopped growing in most ways. He was still physically about as big as his sixteen-year-old self was. He had stopped growing then. His cock, his height, and his weight were permanently stuck at the same size he was when he went into heat the first time.

Harry though, had not stopped growing at all. He was all muscles and sex appeal. His entire body was just… perfect. Oh merlin, his cock is large.

An Omega is made for a certain Alpha, their bodies prepare at the age of sixteen for their Alpha. It is not uncommon for Omega boy’s to be tied to Alpha men, and the Omega’s body had to be prepared for their alpha…

When an Omega goes into heat the first time, it’s incredibly painful, more so than any other time they go into heat because their body is getting itself ready for their Alpha. Draco’s had been abnormally painful… and now he understood why.

Because his Alphas cock was the size of a fucking basilisk. And Draco had always wondered why nothing had ever satisfied him when he was trying to subdue himself.

“Mmf… Harry!” Draco whined as soon as Harry touched his skin. He needed it so badly. He’d been taking the bloody potion Slughorn had given him, but the moment that Harry touched him, it had worn off, leaving him aching and so, so hot.

“You’re lucky that you’ve got an understanding alpha.” Harry snarled, biting into his neck as he rubbed his crotch against Draco’s.

Draco moaned loudly, arching up into the touch as he came, waves of pleasure washing over his body. “Merlin!” He was certain that he’d never came so fast in his life, and it was a head rush.

“Oh my little one’s been neglected, hasn’t he?” The words were teasing, playful and he hadn’t been expecting the amazingly immediate response his body had when he uttered those words. “I can imagine that it was rather painful the first time you tried to let someone besides me touch you, hmm?” Though his words were statements, he clearly expected and answer.

“Yes, Harry… oh merlin it hurt so badly.” Draco admitted his cheeks red as fire. He felt Harry touch his cock, lust shooting through him in a way that he’d never felt before.

“Oh, little one its okay now.” His words were teasing, sparking his lust immediately. “Don’t worry, I’m going to fuck you so hard you turn into a little squealing mess beneath me.” His words sent shocks of absolute lust up and down his spine.

Harry smirked and put his cock right beside Draco’s. Draco glanced down, biting his lip at what he saw.

Their cocks were so different. Draco’s was small, maybe about three inches at most, and pale. His balls were small, pale and shaved. Harry’s was large, probably about ten or eleven inches. His was darker, thicker, and gorgeous . His balls hung down proudly against Draco’s pelvis, and Draco licked his lips in wonder.

“Please,” Draco begged, closing his eyes against the waves of arousal he was facing. “I need it now .”

He wasn’t kidding, either. He was aching inside and there was absolutely nothing more gratifying than being fucked like a whore, and he couldn’t wait to finally get to experience it. He’d always wanted it, now he’s going to get it.

And the moment Harry pressed his hard, aching length against his ass, feeling the top of Harry’s cock teasing his hole nearly made him lose it.

He moaned loudly, embarrassed as he felt a wave of heat go through him. He could feel his wetness, and it was embarrassing. Being an Omega certainly had it’s drawbacks…

Like the fact that your hole gets wet when you are in heat, despite gender. It’s embarrassing, especially when you are in fact, a boy. “Merlin, Malfoy. You’re drenched, aren’t you?” Though they weren’t meant to he was sure, Harry’s words made his heart soar.

“I-I… um sorry?” He asked softly, blushing and looking anywhere but the eyes that Harry was pinning him with.

“Do not apologize for being randy, little one.” Draco moaned, looking up at his Alpha.

“I want more, pleaseee!” Draco pushed up into Harry, needing as much as he could possibly get. He just wanted so much more… he wanted everything. Draco knew that he was ready—he’d been ready for eight months. If he could just get that long, hard, thick cock inside of him, he’d be okay.

Draco watched as Harry pulled away from him and hooked his legs over his shoulders. Draco bit his lip as Harry leaned down and took a long, slow sniff. He gasped, amazed by the amount of lust that was running through his body.

“God Draco you smell so good,” He said, leaning down and nuzzling one of Draco’s balls. He whimpered, lacing his fingers in the dark locks of hair. A soft lick to one of his small balls made him whine, and he tugged at Harry’s hair.

“Fuck!” He cried, the sensation of his hole being licked sent him into a frenzy as he came for a second time. He couldn’t help it, his entire body felt like it was on fire, and the only person in the entire world that could put out the fire was touching him.

“Merlin Draco you’re sopping,” Harry said to him, his breath ghosting over Draco’s hole. And Draco moaned. It felt so good , so wonderful…

Draco tensed and cried out as Harry began lapping at his hole, slipping his tongue around his hole. It was utter torture for Draco, who desperately needed to be filled, and fucked, and used, just how he was supposed to be. But Harry was taking his time, rimming him and driving him crazy and he couldn’t help but feel like he was losing his mind. It was just enough to have him tugging roughly in the hair of his lover.

Harry was calculative, he made every movement of his tongue hit another place that was sure to make Draco whine and whimper and beg.

“You taste so good, Dray.” He moaned, pulling back from the hole to look down at the boy in front of him. “You are going to feel so good wrapped around my cock.” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. It was obvious.

They were in fact made for each other. Soulmates. Each a counterpart to the other—one the dominant, one submissive. Each needing something only the other could possibly offer.

Relief. Control. Power. Safety. Love.

Everything they needed to survive.

Draco whimpered when Harry slipped a finger inside of him and leaned down, continuing to lick him while he slowly began pumping a finger into him.

It felt so good for Draco to finally have something inside of him that he almost came again. He had no idea how he managed to stop himself, but he did. Draco gasped, feeling Harry try to force his tongue in beside his finger. Draco was so horny, and his hole was so slick he was surprised that he couldn’t get it inside him.

Draco watched in absolute amazement as Harry pulled away from him and pulled his arse up into the air. Now Draco could see everything that Harry was doing to him.

Harry stuck the tips of his thumbs in his hole, spreading them apart a bit. Draco moaned, staring as Harry leaned down, spitting directly into his hole.

“Holy… holy… Salazar!” Harry licked his hole, this time letting it slip inside of him. He felt like he was going to explode. “Harry… oh fuck, I can’t… I need…” He couldn’t form a complete sentence to save his life.

“I know, baby. You want me so bad, don’t you?” He teased, and Draco whimpered, shaking his head.

“Yes. Yes. Please.” Draco begged. His inner omega had long since taken over, and he couldn’t think of one single reason he shouldn’t beg for his alpha to fuck him. He didn’t care about it being degrading. He didn’t care about anything but pleasing him. Draco moaned when Harry spit into his hole again. “I’m going to fill your little arsehole up with my cum,” Draco moaned at the thought.

“Please. Please…” He begged. Harry looked over him with a pitying look, and if he hadn’t have been so horny he probably would’ve stopped everything right that moment. Physically the thought of stopping him hurt worse than the sting to his ego.

Harry let his hips fall back down to the bed and he crawled between his legs, letting their cocks touch as he pressed a deep, hard, passionate kiss to Draco’s lips. Draco felt like he was flying as Harry pressed the head of his cock against his hole and slowly pushed the tip into him.

Draco immediately wiggled his hips back, wrapping his legs around Harry and holding on to him tightly as possible. All he wanted was more .

Harry gripped his hips tightly in his hands, trying to keep from letting him go too fast. Draco wasn’t having any of that though, he immediately began wriggling, fighting for Harry to go deeper.

Once he did, Draco moaned loudly, clawing at the warm shoulders of the man on top of him.

He’d needed this for so long, he could hardly believe that he was getting it now. But he could feel the delicious warmth of Harry’s cock inside of him—feel the slightly stinging pain of him stretching around Harry’s cock—and he could smell… oh god he could smell all of Harry.

Harry smelled wonderfully and Draco knew that was because he was his alpha. The scent of your partner is a mixture of scents that you love, mixed with their natural musk. And that scent alone was enough to make Draco leak all over his stomach.

Harry began slowly thrusting in and out of him, carefully making sure to keep from hurting Draco. But, Draco knew that it wouldn’t last. Harry was just as desperate as he was, now that he’d entered him, Draco could feel what Harry felt. And Merlin, Harry felt good.

But he felt better, he was sure.

Harry started thrusting in and out of him slowly, deliberately. It was cautious for a few moments, before Harry realized how much Draco really needed this.

Once he realized, he picked up the pace just a bit. And then Draco came. And came. And came.

He sobbed into Harry’s shoulder, biting down to muffle the whimpers that he couldn’t fight back. Harry slowed down a bit, wrapping his arms around Draco as he whispered sweet nothings into his ear, slowly moving inside of him.

Draco couldn’t believe he’d started sobbing but he just felt so good. It felt so amazing to have him moving inside of him, rough and fast… he couldn’t explain it, but it was perfect.

“Faster,” Draco whimpered, his nails digging into Harry with a force he didn’t know he possessed. Harry grunted and began moving faster. And faster.

And Salazar, it felt like heaven. In out, harder deeper faster, it was all so much. And it felt so good.

Draco was aware of the fact that his slickness was coating his thighs, and the sound of their wet skin slapping together made Draco feel like he was going to lose his mind. He was sweating, his blonde hair curled around his temples as he shook below Harry. “Merlin Draco you’re sucking me in so deep, baby… look at your little hole, dripping wet just like that adorable little cock of yours.” The words probably should’ve offended him, but it only served to make him hornier, needier.

Harry’s thrusts were only getting harder, and Draco was only getting more desperate. He felt like he was going to die, everything was just too good. So good, so perfect… so everything he’d ever wanted. And it was Harry that made it all so wonderful.

Harry was palming his cock, pumping his erection in time with his thrusts. Draco knew it wouldn’t be long before he came again, and he could already feel himself getting tired. But he’d never complain—no he needed this too bad.

He needed this for the rest of his bloody life. Draco needed to feel Harry so deep inside of him for the rest of his life. No other man could ever compete with him. He knew that was probably the omega in him talking, but even so, Harry was the only man he wanted.

“Merlin, fuck, you’re so tight. Who do you belong to?” Harry demanded, picking up his speed as much as he possibly could. Draco moaned, closing his eyes as he bit into his lip like he was about to lose his mind.

“You, Harry!” He gasped, keeping his eyes shut. He felt like he was about to cum but then Harry wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock, preventing him from cumming at the last moment. “Fuck I need to… I need… Merlin… oh bloody hell… harder!” Draco squealed, his entire body spasming as he fought back tears.

“I want you to cum when I fill up your little ass, baby. Not until.” Harry commanded, and Draco whined softly. He needed this so much and Harry was driving him bloody barmy. It shouldn’t have been this hot. It shouldn’t be this desperate.

He should’ve never let himself get this way. He knew that the only way he’d ever be able to handle himself was if he had Harry. Omegas without an alpha tend to get depressed, feeling like they have no purpose. Most omegas that don’t have an alpha end up taking their own life to stop the vicious cycle they couldn’t escape.

The alpha can have anybody they want as well as their omega, but the omega has to be loyal to the alpha… no matter what.

It wasn’t fair, but it was just how things were.

Harry was pistoning in and out of him as fast as he could, he changed his leverage, using the headboard of the bed to get a better, deeper angle. And then, the world around Draco ceased to exist.

All that his life dwindled down to was Harry pounding him deeply, going as hard and deep as physically possible. His life was nothing—he had to have this. He needed this.

Harry let go of his cock, and growled: “Fucking cum now , Draco.” It was as if Harry had called the cum out of him. He came immediately, his entire body seizing. He felt his cock pumping out between them, and his hole was clenching around Harry as Harry filled him up.

Draco had never felt anything quite as amazing as he did in that moment. Harry’s cum belonged inside of him. He needed it so bad…

And now he had it.

It seemed like forever before his heart stopped beating out of his chest. He calmed himself down, slowly resting back onto the bed as Harry pressed him down into the mattress.

“Draco, you’re fucking mine.” Harry sighed into his ear. Draco merely moaned, his cock responding immediately. He was so tired, but his body was ready for another round already.

“I’m yours.” He keened, opening his legs, inviting Harry back inside of him. Harry laughed softly, placing a gentle kiss to first the corner, and then his lips softly.

“I’ll take you again later. Until then, rest. I’m exhausted.” Harry sighed, holding him down into the mattress.

Draco whimpered, shutting his eyes. For the first time in two years, his entire body was satiated. He was still needy, he could still feel the heat itching just beneath the surface of his skin… but he could stand it. He wasn’t burning, or hot. His cock wasn’t painful, and he could actually get some rest.

So, just as he fell asleep, he felt Harry kiss his ear softly and whisper, “good boy.”

Draco couldn’t fight the tiny smile that etched onto his face as he drifted off into unconsciousness.

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Rough Handling

Draco wasn’t sure when his obsession had started. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. It had started when he was about fourteen and Pansy had magically transfigured all of his pants to knickers to get back at him for being a douche to her in Potions class.

He should’ve known the moment that she shot him an evil look that he was in for it. Pansy was not one to play around with. If you piss her off, you’re going to pay.

He had to wear them because she’d put a magical spell lock on them to keep him from being able to transfigure them back to what they used to be.

Draco didn’t have to pretend not to like it because it was obvious to himself that he loved the way the silk and lace caressed him. He loved having a secret, too.

As he grew up, his obsession hadn’t gone away. In fact, it only became even more of an obsession as he got older and moved out of his parents house and into the school. He had been able to get away with one pair of panties at home, but once he got out of the house… he was free to wear them all the time.

His first paycheck went to a muggle shop that sold women’s panties. He had spent every single penny in the store.

He was happy to find out that panties weren’t just silk-they had different fabrics, different textures, and patterns-colours, feelings-oh god.

And then one time on his secret trips to the muggle world, he’d come across something new. It was perhaps a nightgown, only sheer, soft… beautiful . He bought one, and took it back to his room with him and tried it on.

And he loved it. He loved the dirtiness of it-the wrongness of it. But no one ever knew. No one. He never told Blaise or Pansy.

No one would still know if bloody Saint Potter hadn’t been nosing about in his life. Well, to be fair, Potter was trying to mend bridges-become friends. Though being friends with the rough, tough, badass looking man was the last thing on Draco’s mind. He was more interested in the python between his legs.

Not that he knew for certain about said python. It was just a guess-one that he was certain was accurate.

It wasn’t all the gossip from the flings he’d had after his divorce. It wasn’t all the talk of how amazing he was in bed. It wasn’t the talking at all, really. Draco had been fascinated with him since first year, honestly. It was just a stupid childhood obsession he couldn’t kick.

And then the man showed up at Hogwarts sexy as ever, with a body like a god and a cocky smirk. He carried himself just how he used to-except with a lot more confidence and arrogance than he ever had before.

Draco had never been more aroused in his life when he first laid eyes on the newly divorced man. There was a look about him when he came back-a man haunted-that gave him chills.

Maybe it was the way his green eyes seemed to know every thought that Draco was thinking, or maybe the way he was demanding and didn’t give Draco a choice.

He came in and took over everything. Every thought, every moment, everything. Draco didn’t like it but he couldn’t hate it, either.

Harry was so different from when he was a child. He wasn’t a pushover anymore. If Draco taunted him he’d taunt back. He was colder, changed. And then, when he became an Auror something else had changed. He wasn’t the same smiling, happy boy that Draco had envied for years. He was… distant. Cold. Somehow even more distant from everyone, yet closer all the same.

Harry was there-no doubt about that-but he wasn’t the same. He was more closed off, less talkative. He didn’t have anything to do with anyone in the school, really. He pretended well, because no one else seemed to notice anything was wrong. But Draco had. He noticed how he was cordial, but his responses seemed unthoughtful, empty.

But one night, Harry had come knocking on his door, and he’d forgotten entirely about what he was sleeping in because he was asleep, and it was late. When Harry saw him, his eyes had widened, and he looked so shocked. Draco had looked down and seen himself… dressed extremely provocatively, and well, girly… and no one had ever seen him dressed up like that.

He felt a lot of things, all at once. It had been a lot of fear, a lot of confusion, a lot of worry and a hell of a lot of embarrassment. He had looked away, unable to stand the scrutiny. Harry had mumbled a quick sorry and ran away.

But that wasn’t the last Draco saw of Harry. He came back a week later, same time… But Draco was waiting for it. He had laid his green silk robe by his bed in case someone else decided to visit.

Harry had come in, and they shared a glass or two of wine, they talked and got to know each other… and they shagged. A lot.

It has been six months now, and Draco was still shagging Harry Potter. He wasn’t too sure why it was such a turn on, but merlin, all it took was three seconds-one look from Potter, a noise, a smell-and he was unable to control himself.

Harry came by at least three times a week, and it was normally every Monday, Thursday and Sunday. Draco tried to be ready whenever Harry would come to his door, just in case. And if he knocked on the door, it was pretty obvious to both of them why.

So, when Draco got a tap on his door at one in the morning, he didn’t second guess going over to the door to open it. He knew who it was before he even opened it.

Harry stood in front of him, his sleeping pants low on his hips. It was some muggle pants, Draco gathered, because he’d never seen anything so atrocious sold at a wizard shop. His shirt was tight against the rippling muscles that he’d gathered over his years as an Auror. Draco let him in, shutting the door behind him.

Draco immediately shed his silk robe, letting it drape delicately over the back of one of the chairs in his room. Harry had his back to him, so Draco walked up to him slowly, tugging on the bottom of his shirt. Harry pulled it up, taking it off and throwing it in a random direction. Draco smiled softly, putting his hands on Harry’s shoulders and leaning closer to him.

“I’ve been waiting.” He murmured against the shell of Harry’s ear, and he felt Harry shiver.

“I know,” Harry said. Draco began rubbing his shoulders, trailing his small, slim pale fingers down the blades of his shoulders, to the center where he gathered Harry’s spine was. He let his fingers trail out, leaving small, gentle trails of gooseflesh behind them.

Harry groaned softly, turning to look at Draco finally. He looked down at Draco with heat in his eyes, taking slow, easy glances at every inch of his body. Harry sat down in front of Draco with a smirk.

“Dance for me.” Harry commanded.

Draco had been commanded to do some weird things with Harry, and usually he never questioned, but he didn’t understand.

“What?” He asked, and Harry smirked a bit, leaning back in the chair he was sitting in.

“I want you to dance for me. Shake your hips, let me see your arse… put on a nice little show for me.” He said, and Draco blushed.

“I can’t dance.” Draco protested, and Harry smirk deepened.

“I saw you at the teachers party grinding your sexy little drunk arse all over Pansy.” Harry teased, and Draco felt his cheeks heat up as he nodded his head, looking around his room nervously. He took a deep breath and steadied himself, knowing he’d need to have as much air in his body as possible.

Once he was suitably calm, he started with his hips, shaking them a bit. He bit his lip and looked down at himself, feeling ridiculous.

He tried to remember how he danced at the last party-he had grinded on Pansy quite a bit, but that was really all that he could remember since he’d been a bit tipsy at the time.

He looked at Harry, who was staring at him impatiently and felt a jolt of annoyance. How dare he look so smug and pretentious , Draco thought to himself, and then smirked.

He had an idea. Harry can’t resist him. He’s proven that many times before. He just has to put on the sexy.

“What, Daddy?” Draco said sweetly, twirling around quickly and stopping a short distance away from Harry. He put his hands at the bottom of his nightie and bit his lip, forcing himself to look shy. “Do you like it?”

Harry smirked. He knew. Draco felt himself blushing as Harry looked over him with lust evident in his eyes. Draco knew that this particular nightie drove Harry crazy. It was red flowered lace, the front open to give a peek at his stomach. The top of the nightie was low cut, and in the centre of his chest, it was tied together with a red bow. The strings to the bow were long so they could be grabbed and tugged with little problem at all. The nightie allowed for his panties to show, and Harry loves so to see his smaller cock encased in silk or lace.

“You know I love it,” Harry growled, reaching for him. He stepped just out of reach of Harry’s strong arms and smirked.

“Ah ah ah…” He said softly, shaking his finger at him. “I’m calling the shots tonight, daddy.” It was playful, and it made Harry narrow his eyes.

Draco didn’t give Harry time to respond. He immediately began shaking his hips, swivelling and swinging them. He turned around and pulled his hands up his chest, pulling the nightie up from around his waist so that his panties could be seen from the back.

Harry gave a little groan, and it made Draco’s heart beat a bit faster in his chest.

“I’ve been thinking about you.” Draco said softly, continuing his arousing little dance. “I was thinking about how much I wanted to ride you.” The words were confident, teasing. Harry sucked in a breath, his eyes darkening in lust.

Draco could feel Harry’s eyes on his body as he did a slow, teasing turn. Harry was watching him, entranced, as he did his slow and sensual dance. His one goal was to make Harry absolutely desperate for him.

“I had been thinking about how amazing it’d feel if I took your cock into my mouth,” Draco said, attempting to make his voice sound as needy as possible. Apparently, it worked, because Harry was reaching for him again. He shook his head no, coming forward and grabbing his hands. Draco straddled his body, pulling his hands up above his body so he wasn’t touching him with a smooth and calculated movement. Draco was mildly aware of his hardness in his panties threatening to distract him from his goal, but he couldn’t let it. He had to push it to the back of his head.

“Sit back and relax, daddy.” Draco said softly into Harry’s ear, very carefully positioning his body to where none of his skin was touching his larger lovers skin before breathing softly against his neck and ear. “I’m going to get on top of you and ride you so hard,” Draco said into his ear, licking the lobe softly. Harry went to put his hands on Draco’s hips.

“Ah ah… no sir. You have to keep your hands to yourself.” It was teasing, and Harry growled.

“I own you, Draco.” It was said in a way to make Draco shiver. It worked.

“You do, daddy. But tonight, it’s all about you relaxing. Let me take control tonight… I’m not going to hurt you.” It was teasing, soft and Draco was honest about it. It worked.

Harry sighed, a look of guilt crossing his face before he settled it back into the look he always wore when they were together. Draco fought the urge to coo at Harry, to coddle him and help him.

But Draco knew that would be over the line. Harry wouldn’t let that happen. He was always gentle with Draco, he held back a lot. Draco didn’t want that. He needed to help Harry, and he didn’t care how he had to do it.

“Daddy, I want you so bloody bad.” Draco moaned into his ear. “I want to feel every inch of your cock inside of me. I want to feel it stretch me out, make me feel it.” He moaned, feeling so horny, needy.

“Then fucking let me touch you.” Harry growled, and Draco shook his head easily, smirking down at Harry.

“I’m doing this, daddy.” Draco said, and he shook his head.

Harry put his hands on Draco’s hips quickly. Draco smirked and murmured “Coercere,” Harry’s hands disappeared and were tied together above his head. “When I’m ready for you to fuck me, I’ll remove the spell.” He told him. Draco was fully aroused by now.

Harry’s eyes darkened as he tensed, and Draco worried for a moment that he’d crossed an unspoken boundary. But Harry relaxed slowly, steadying his breathing and looking up at him with a nervous expression on his face.

Draco stared at him for a moment, and then he leaned down, pressing a kiss to his lips, slowly, softly. Their lips moved together hungrily, desperate to get more of each other.

When they pulled apart, Harry was looking up at Draco with a look Draco had never seen Harry have. He looked nervous, but Draco could feel him pressing against his arse. “Is this okay?” Draco whispered softly, and Harry bit his lip, looking up at him nervously.

“Yes…” It was hesitant, and Draco hesitantly moved forward.

“I want you so much, daddy.” He said softly, and Harry moaned quietly. Draco murmured a spell and Harry’s pyjamas disappeared, leaving him naked. “You’re so sexy,” Draco murmured, running his fingers down Harry’s chest.

He had always marvelled at his chest. Despite his scars, Draco found him beautiful. He had gained plenty of scars being an Auror.

Harry’s head slipped back, his lips parted and he closed his eyes, biting his lip. Harry looked so beautiful that way.

“Daddy, I want you to be rough with me. Blindfold me. Throw me against a wall. Fuck me. I can take it.” Draco said softly, and Harry’s eyes shot open and his head shot up, looking at Draco incredulously.

“Draco I can’t.” He said. Draco shook his head.

“Please, Harry.” He said, looking down at him. Draco hardly used his name, but when he did, Harry couldn’t tell him no. “I can take it- you .” Draco felt Harry tense and he looked down at him with a hopefully calming expression. Harry nodded mutely, and Draco released the bonds holding him.

As soon as the bonds were gone, Harry was on him. He found himself pushed back onto the floor, his head knocking against it with a thud. He blinked up at Harry, anxious.

Harry spread his legs, running his hard, calloused hands up his legs. He moaned as Harry moved his panties to the side, slipping his hand into them and squeezing him roughly in his hand.

Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist, harshly kissing him. Draco whimpered, Harry’s touch making him melt. Their lips fought in a vicious battle of lips and teeth.

Draco relented, letting Harry win dominance. Harry groaned into his mouth, nipping at his lip. Draco whimpered, his cock leaking a bit in his panties. “You’re fucking gorgeous, Draco.” Harry huskily said into his ear.

Draco moaned softly, arching his body up desperately to get closer to Harry. Harry’s eyes widened, and he smirked down at him with a cocky look on his face. “You’re a little slut, aren’t you?” Harry asked, and Draco whimpered, his face heating up as he nodded.

It shouldn’t have turned him on, hearing Harry call him a slut… but it did. “God, you’re a little slut,” It was harsher, and somehow, it didn’t hurt his feelings in the slightest.

“I… I need…” Draco whimpered, and Harry smirked evilly, looking down at his lover.

“What do you need?” He asked teasingly. Draco whined, batting his eyes in a desperate attempt to make Harry see things his way.

“I need you, daddy!” He begged, and he smirked, shaking his head.

Harry pulled his panties to the side, exposing his small, pale pink hole to the cool air. He pressed his cock against it, pushing it against it. Draco tensed nervously.

“Ready?” Harry asked, and Draco nodded, breathing slowly. A quick nudge and Harry was inside him. Just the very tip but it hurt so good and Draco whimpered loudly, wrapping his arms around Harry, urging him forward. Inch by inch Draco felt him go deeper and deeper into his hole.

It felt like forever before he was fully seated inside of him, but Draco couldn’t have wanted anything any different. He felt so amazing inside of him. Harry’s length fit right at home inside of him, when he pulled it out, Draco felt like weeping. While they were connected, he felt like he was full–complete… and then when he wasn’t inside of him, he felt empty.

Harry slowly began thrusting in and out of him and Draco whimpered, shaking his head. “HARRY I SAID TO USE ME HOWEVER YOU WANT!” Draco cried, and Harry sighed, stopping all together.

“I can’t hurt you, Draco. I can’t .” Harry’s answer didn’t satisfy Draco at all.

“Daddy, I can take you,” He said softly, his cheeks heating up in embarrassment. “I like it rough.” It wasn’t entirely a lie. Because Harry had been the only person he’d ever been with, he didn’t really know if he liked it or not, but, he had liked it so far.

“If it gets too much…” Harry trailed off, and he nodded softly, nearly squealing. He needed this so much. He needed to feel like he’d helped his daddy, made him feel better.

Without another word, Harry was thrusting inside of him hard and fast. With every thrust of his hips, Draco was moving up and down on the floor. Sounds of skin slapping skin loud and echoing. But it was no louder than the sounds that Draco was letting go of, his nails digging into Harry’s as they moved together.

He had never felt anything so good in his life. His arse seemed to clench around Harry as if it was afraid he was going to pull out entirely. “Daddy!” He gasped, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

Harry was pistoning in and out of him at a backbreaking speed, sweat was wetting his hair, matting it to his forehead as Draco stared up at him, open-mouthed. Harry was so long and so hard, and so thick and his balls were slapping against his arse with every thrust. Harry groaned, burying his face in Draco’s neck.

Draco whimpered, feeling Harry pull out of him and pick him up roughly, turning him over so that he was leaning over the table in front of them on his knees. Harry thrust back into him again, hard and unrelenting against his prostate. Draco felt like crying, it hurt, but Salazar it felt good. Every single movement was felt deep inside of Draco.

With every movement, Draco could feel the turmoil inside of his lover. He knew that Harry was worried about something, or maybe everything. His rough touches betrayed his true emotions though, because though the movements were rough, he could still feel the care that the man always showed him.

“Fuck me,” Harry grunted, biting down into the back of Draco’s neck. Draco moaned, turning his face to the other side to let Harry have all the room he needed. Bite after bite, and thrust after thrust, Harry used him. He moaned, desperate for everything that he was being given.

Draco was overwhelmed, not in a bad way, but still. He felt like the entire world was collapsing around him. “Fuck fuck fuckkkk!” Draco moaned, biting into Harry.

The lip of the table was digging into his thighs, and he was sure it was going to leave bruises on his pale thighs. His cock was hitting against the table with every thrust, and though it was painful, it felt so bloody amazing.

“Draco I love you!” Harry moaned, biting down deep on his neck suddenly. Draco moaned loudly, arching back into Harry as he came. It felt like the entire world had narrowed down to the feeling of Harry inside of him, his entire body shook beneath Harry. He felt shock coursing through him at Harry’s words, which had only just begun to sink in.

Harry was still moving inside of him as he began to come down off his high, and he moaned. Harry picked him up again, pulling out of him, turning him around and beginning to his room. “Stop!” Draco whined. “The wall… fuck me… against the… wall.” Harry stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes looking down at him with an unreadable expression.

One second, two, three, and then Draco was thrown into the wall, his back scratching at the stone roughly. He moaned as he felt Harry pick him up by his thighs, wrapping them around his waist. And then he thrusted back into him roughly.

Draco squealed when Harry hit his prostate with every thrust, his cock hardening between them at the rough handling. It felt so good to be fucked this way–raw, hard, deep, and rough.

Harry felt so big inside of him, he was sure he was going to tear in two. From this angle, he was larger, deeper, and longer… it was so damn amazing. “Daddy!” Draco cried, leaning his head forward and resting it on Harry’s shoulder. Every thrust got harder, and Harry moved impossibly closer, squishing Draco against the wall, and his cock against the hard planes of Harry’s abdomen.

Harry leaned forward, burying his face into the crook of Draco’s neck. For a moment Draco thought that Harry was drooling on him, and just as he was going to comment about it, he realized he wasn’t. He was crying .

Draco bit his lip, unsure. “H-Harry?” He whispered, almost afraid. Harry groaned, “What’s wrong?”

“You are! You’re what’s fucking wrong.” The words made Draco fight back tears, but Harry never stopped thrusting in and out of him. “I don’t want to love you. You’re a bloody prat. An egotistical, selfish, bratty prat. But fuck, I love you so much.” The words were choked, and Draco closed his eyes, tears threatening to leak down his own cheeks.

Their bodies continued to move together, rough and desperate as they chased their orgasms. Draco felt like he was falling apart, his entire body was tight as a bow as he wriggled and swivelled and ground against Harry. Harry was so deep inside of him that he didn’t know where he began and Harry ended. It felt so good, and he was so sensitive, and he hadn’t been given time to recover from his last orgasm.

“I love you too!” Draco cried suddenly, unable to stop himself. He tightened his grip around Harry, and came between them, his hole tightening around Harry’s length. Harry groaned loudly, wrapping him tightly against his body as he moved them down to Draco’s bed. Draco was spent, but still slowly moving against Harry as he rode out his orgasm.

Harry dropped him down on the bed and thrusted into him hard and fast as possible, chasing his orgasm as quickly as possible.

It didnt take long for Harry to thrust into Draco with a rough, powerful thrust and a guttural groan to leave his throat as he came, buried deep inside of Draco.

Draco whimpered at the feeling, relaxing back into the bed. He was sweating, panting and hot. His entire body felt like rubber and he was sore all over. He was momentarily worried about the nightie, but he could just fix it later if it was too messed up.

Neither man spoke about their confessions as they fell into a comfortable silence, and then a peaceful sleep… Together.

Neither man had to guess that the other would still be there when they woke; they just knew they would both still be wrapped around each other.

A Sweet Treat

A/n: I know this is like four days late, but this is my halloween one shot! Please note, it’s not like my usual works. I’m sorry for this being late, but, it’s here nonetheless! So, enjoy! Ps: This is quite long.

Halloween was always Harry’s favourite time of year. The holiday itself was amazing, so mystical and magical. He loved it so much, especially at Hogwarts. He’d been an Auror and had given up celebrating the holiday, but he grew tired of seeing nothing but darkness all the time.

He quit his job, and went back home to spend time with Albus and James, and Ginny. Well, the relationship between him and Ginny was strained to say the least. They argued over things that should not have mattered that much, but in the end, it ebbed away at them until they couldn’t stand it.

Ginny would holler repeatedly about the cap of the toothpaste, and Harry would bicker over things like Ginny’s hair in the sink. It became to where they were sleeping in separate rooms and barely speaking. The tension was too much, and Harry eventually asked for a divorce.

Ginny had cried, told him she was sorry and asked him not to do that, but he knew it was the right thing. She didn’t love him anymore, and he… wasn’t sure he loved her, either.

After that, things had actually gotten better. For a couple weeks they didn’t speak, and then she owled him, asking him to come by and speak with her about the divorce. They’d chatted like old friends instead of the bickering couple they’d been. Their relationship was nothing but platonic now, and they couldn’t be happier.

Harry had left the house shortly after the divorce, choosing to go to the only place he’d ever called home: Hogwarts. He would be the new Defence against the Dark Arts teacher.

Fast-forward a year, and Harry was happier than he’d ever been. Ron was working at the ministry with his father, but Hermione had taken up shop in the library, and came to visit him regularly. Neville was working as the Herbology teacher, and they were close as ever. But then there was Draco Malfoy.

He’d be nothing but cordial since day one. He even welcomed him to the staff with a smile. But Draco never seemed to be able to look him in the eyes. He’d send him a hesitant smile before lowering his eyes and glancing away nervously. He’d ask him a question and look away when he had all of Harry’s attention.

If Harry looked at him, his cheeks would turn pink and he would try to pretend he hadn’t been looking. Despite this, he’d come to actually enjoy the cool mans wit and conversation.

They had become close, despite Draco’s behaviour. Draco was confusing to Harry though. The more time he spent with him the more time he wanted to spend with him. However, everything changed Halloween.

This year, McGonagall had decided that they were going to throw a ball for Halloween. Everyone was to dress up so as not to be recognised. They could come as a couple, or alone. Harry came alone, and surprisingly, so did Draco.

News of Draco’s disengagement to Astoria Greengrass had been shocking to say the least. No one expected it. However the man simply filed the paperwork for the magically binding contract to be unbinded and went on his merry way.

But Draco going single to the ball was a shock. He’d figured that Draco would have some pretty pureblood missus on his arm, but no, he had said he was going alone. Harry had wondered why, but figured it was better not to ask.

And what had surprised Harry more was that the man hadn’t come to say hello to him yet. He wasn’t able to pin point who was and who wasn’t Draco, surprisingly. Therefore, he stayed back, sipping on punch, his suit nicely pressed and the mask around his eyes concealing his identity.

Despite Draco not speaking to him, his eyes searched for Draco. He had no idea what the devilishly handsome man had decided to go in.

His eyes continued searching the crowd for the man he was looking for but his eyes couldn’t find him. Surely the man hadn’t decided not to come? Draco had been chatting amiably about the event with everyone. He hadn’t been able to put a cap on his excitement.

The overall excitement had left him feeling rather excited as well. He had been happy about the festivities but Draco had taken the excitement farther for him.

But now? Draco didn’t appear to have come yet. Harry was beginning to get anxious, and he felt as though he was going to freak out. Harry just didn’t know why Draco would be late when the whole damn day was planned by him.

Harry found himself lost in thought, wishing that Draco would just show up. He couldn’t help thinking about how adorable he looked the last time that they saw each other at lunch, where he was looking positively radiant.

Then, Draco always seemed to look positively radiant. He had a constant smile on his face, a constant glimmer of something in his eyes that showed how happy he was now. He never looked like the snarky boy Harry had grown up hating. Perhaps that’s why he found himself… thinking about him too much for his own liking.

Suddenly, the glass was pulled from his hand and he was being pulled forward, being kissed so softly, yet so passionately that he felt like he was going to explode. He looking to see delicate pale lids shut and Harry didn’t hesitate to shut his eyes and sink into the kiss.

He wasn’t certain—he couldn’t be certain—but he thought that the lips belonged to Draco. Those devilishly soft, amazing and sweet tasting lips. Harry pulled back from the kiss and looked down into Draco’s eyes. Those grey eyes were full of… trepidation and nervousness.

He would’ve been sure and confident when he was younger. Now, though, Draco seemed far more vulnerable. “Draco,” Harry murmured softly, looking over the man in front of him.

“I’m sorry.” Draco whispered, lowering his eyes in horror at his actions. “I realize I shouldn’t have ever done that, but… I needed you to know.”

“I…” Harry couldn’t find the words to say, but he brought Draco back to his body, pulling him closer and pressing his lips against the pale mans lips. Draco whimpered, surrendering to the kiss without a second thought. Harry wasn’t gentle with the kiss, but Draco was eating it up anyway.

Their lips moved together in a bruising force, Harry nipped at Draco’s lip and he moaned. Harry took advantage of the opening, and slipped his tongue inside of Draco’s mouth.

Harry was the one who groaned this time. Draco tasted like sugar , and it was so sweet that Harry couldn’t keep himself from burying himself closer to the smaller body below him.

Since the war, both of them had changed quite a bit. Harry was more masculine than ever, and Draco had fallen into a somewhat… feminine state. He was slim, with beautiful eyes and full lips. Those lips… mm those deliciously sugary lips.

Harry found himself pulling away from Draco’s lips long enough to tug him to the hallway and pressed him against the wall. Draco whimpered at the dominance of Harry’s position.

“Is this why you’ve always teased me?” Harry demanded of Draco, who moaned and shrugged. “Seriously, Draco, you made fun of Cho, Luna, Ginny, and even teased me about Cedric, even though he was straight as an arrow.”

“I…” Draco said, blushing brightly. “I did no such thing.” He protested, but the colour of his cheeks told a different story to Harry. Harry smiled down at the man he understood now.

“I enjoyed you teasing me, Draco. It was quite fun to be kicked to the dirt. But if you do it after I shag you into the next universe, I may be forced to spank you.” Draco’s eyes closed and he slipped his eyes shut.

“I’ll only tease you until you shag me,” Draco said with a fiery look in his eyes. It made Harry’s heart thump in his chest as he looked over the beautiful man he was holding in his arms.

“I may just have to shag you right now, then.” Harry teased, and Draco put his hands on Harry’s shoulders and shifted his weight so that he was closer than he was before.

“Then maybe you should take me to your room then.” The words sounded breathy, nervous, but the look in his eyes said he was ready for it. Harry still looked down into the beautiful grey orbs of the man that he was slowly falling in love with, and hesitated.

“Are you sure?” He asked him cautiously. Draco bit his lip, and glanced around to see that they are alone still.

“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life, Harry.” Draco said, looking up at Harry from where he was nestled up closet to his warm, masculine chest. Harry couldn’t help but take Draco by the hips and press his lips to his with a deep, passionate and fiery kiss.

Harry was astounded by how hard his cock was. He couldn’t help but groan quietly as he looked over the smaller man in front of him. He had been with Ginny for years and he’d never managed to get so hard for her. But all it took was Draco one look and he was practically about to explode.

Draco whimpered and surrendered to Harry without a single hesitation. Harry slipped his tongue into Draco’s mouth, tasting the sweetness of the candy that Draco had eaten.

Their tongues danced around, feeling, tasting, devouring. “Merlin, Draco, you taste so good.” Harry moaned, pulling back from the kiss. Draco purred, rubbing against Harry’s body like a cat. Harry, finally having enough of the teasing, pulled them apart with slight issue because Draco was trying to cling to him with all of his strength.

“W-why?” Draco protested, and Harry smirked at him, rolling his hips against Draco’s, causing the blonde man to moan quietly and bite his lip.

“Unless you want me to take you right here, love, I need to get you to the closet place to us. Which I believe actually is my room. So, if you will please, behave.” The words made Draco right himself immediately. But as the two began walking, Draco swerved a bit closer, desperate to feel Harry’s hand in his own. Harry looked down at Draco, whom had his head lowered almost as if he was ashamed of his actions, but Harry just ran his thumb along the softness of the back of his hand.

Draco’s hand clutching his felt right—it felt better than Ginny’s hand had ever felt. Ginny’s hand was thin, but hers was calloused from her years of Quidditch. Where Draco had smooth, baby like hands that Harry couldn’t fathom. How had the man that’d fought against him in Quidditch for years have such soft hands when his own wife struggled with the callouses? There had to be some bloody magic behind it, Harry figured. However, honestly, he did not care.

He couldn’t wait to feel those hands on him, feel them clutching at him as he touched Draco. “Immobulis,” Harry said, unlocking his room and pushing Draco in without a second thought.

Harry hardly even shut the door before he was back on Draco, pulling the thin, feminine body of his former enemy to him, devouring his lips again. “Fuck you’re so…” Harry murmured against his lips, pressing him into the door. Draco whimpered when he realized he was trapped between the wall of a man, and the door behind him.

“I don’t…” Draco whispered, pushing his lips against Harry’s with desperation. “I just need…” Draco couldn’t seem to form a complete sentence, so Harry just reached for the mask on Draco’s face. He tugged the little thing off, and Draco lowered his eyes.

There was a pink tint to his cheeks as Harry looked over him. Harry found himself drinking in the shy, but hungry look of his friend, ready to just tear their clothes off and go at it.

Harry finally pulled his eyes away from Draco’s and pulled away from his body as well. “I’ve never been with a man.” Harry murmured softly, and Draco bit his lip, lowering his eyes.

“I’ve never… been with anyone.” Draco admitted, looking embarrassed. Harry pulled back away from Draco to look down at the man in front of him.

“Are you sure that you want to do this?” He asked him, and Draco nodded his head, sure.

“I do. I want… you to be my first.” Draco admitted softly, blushing brightly. “I just… slow? Okay?” He asked timidly. Harry nodded gently, running his fingers through Draco’s long hair.

“Of course, darling.” He said, sliding his hand down the front of Draco’s button up jacket. He slowly unbuttoned it, pushing it off his shoulders and letting the expensive blazer fall to the floor. With those words, Harry forced the tortured state of his cock to the back of his mind, instead focusing on making things pleasurable for Draco. He wanted Draco to be comfortable, to be so ready for this when the time comes that he was ready.

Harry pulled the tie down and threw it off into the floor before he began unbuttoning the dress shirt he was wearing beneath this blazer with warm, calloused fingers. Draco watched him with wide eyes, his cheeks deliciously pink. Once Harry unbuttoned Draco’s shirt, he pushed it off of his shoulders again, and bit his lip, a look of guilt crossing his face.

On Draco’s pale chest, deep scars littered his chest from where Harry had casted that damned spell… “I’m so sorry,” Harry whispered, biting his lip as he ran his fingers over the scars hesitantly.

“It’s okay… past is past.” He said calmly, his eyes dark.

“But Draco, I scarred you.” He murmured, looking over his chest. He started at the very top of his chest, where the longest of the scars went from the centre of his chest to nearly his belly button, and Harry kissed it slowly. “I’m so sorry. If I had of known… I would’ve never…” Draco whimpered, looking down at Harry as he kissed a trail down the centre of his chest. Harry was looking up at Draco’s eyes as he kissed slowly down.

Something about the way Draco’s eyes were looking at him, the way his cheeks were pink and his lips were parted, made Harry feel like his cock was going to explode in his trousers. But he kept it from affecting his actions, by unbuttoning the dress trousers that Draco was wearing. He couldn’t stand to look at Draco’s chest any longer, the guilt was eating him alive.

Once his trousers were down, Harry sank to his knees and pulled them down, making them pool around his ankles. Draco whimpered, making Harry’s eyes shoot up to look at him. “Okay?” he asked, and Draco bit his lip and nodded.

“Okay.” He repeated back to him, blushing brightly. Next to go was his briefs, and then he was fully naked, bared entirely to Harry’s eyes. Harry patted his thigh encouragingly, and Draco lifted his legs, stepping out of the trousers and pants all at once.

He was completely naked, bared and vulnerable to Harry, whom had not even taken off his tie yet. Harry was eating it up, though, his eyes writing every inch of Draco’s pale body to memory.

He’d hopefully never forget this. He stood slowly, putting his hands on Draco’s hips, pulling the man closer to him. Draco whimpered when his hard cock brushed against the material of his trousers. “I need… I need…” Draco couldn’t exactly explain what he needed, but Harry picked him up by his hips, making him squeak in surprise and wrap his arms and legs around him so that he couldn’t be dropped.

“I got you, Dray.” The words came out so tenderly, so lovingly that it made Harry pause a moment. He’d never sounded that way with Ginny before.

But he was finding that a lot of things were different with Draco than with Ginny. He held Draco as he walked to his bed, careful to avoid anything lying amiss in the room.

He dropped Draco back on the bed, sliding him up to the centre on his back so that he was below him. Draco squeaked in shock, blushing brightly.

Harry stood at the foot of the bed, beginning to undress. “C-can I…?” Draco whispered, shy. Harry immediately stopped with his blazer, and looked at Draco. He nodded and Draco bit his lip shyly, crawling to the edge of the bed and sitting there, looking over Harry’s face.

He pushed Harry’s blazer to the ground, and undid his tie quickly before he took his time unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt, his fingertips caressing his chest with each movement of his fingers. Once the shirt was unbuttoned, he found himself pushing his hands into the shirt. Harry moaned at the feeling of Draco’s cool hands against his overheated skin. He needed to be touched. He needed Draco.

“Merlin, Draco.” It didn’t feel like quite enough to just say Merlin, but it was all Harry could get his tongue to work out. He watched as Draco, with blushing cheeks began undoing his trousers. Once he unbuttoned them, his cheeks flamed red, and he gasped.

“You’re not wearing any pants.” The words came out shocked, and he blushed brightly as he looked up at Harry. Harry shrugged, biting his lip.

“I wasn’t expecting anyone to come home with me.” He said, and Draco bit his lip, looking nervous.

Draco pushed Harry’s trousers down and gasped when he saw his cock. “Y-you… oh my… sweet Salazar, how do you…” Harry bit his lip, looking nervously at Draco. Everyone he’d been with had the same basic reaction: fear.

Him and Ginny had taken three months for her to even take the tip, and then she’d cried and told him if he moved, she’d hex him. Then there’d been that one night with Hermione long ago, when he was chasing Horcruxes. They’d gotten their hands on some butterbeer over Christmas and had gotten a bit too tipsy, and had made a mistake.

Both of them had agreed afterword that it was a mistake, and that they were definitely not going to do it again. However, even Hermione had practically sobbed from the feeling of Harry entering her.

“Harry,” Draco whispered, drawing Harry from his thoughts. Harry glanced down at him, and the man was blushing brightly. “I… want you.”

“I’ll hurt you.” Harry murmured softly, pulling Draco forward by the side of his neck to give him a soft, gentle kiss. Draco whimpered, biting his lip.

“You’ll have to prepare me. I’m not a woman… I don’t… prepare myself.” He bit his lip, his mind racing. Harry nodded, but shook his head a bit.

“I can’t hurt you… trust me, it hurts…” Draco nodded his head.

“It will, and I know it will. But it’s you, so it’s okay . “ Those words made Harry feel like Cornish Pixies had been unleashed in his stomach. He’d never had someone tell him that it was okay.

He had hated the fact that he was rather large, he’d never felt comfortable with his cock. He felt like it was huge, too big, too painful. He’d kept himself from being desperate with his hand in his shower. He’d never, not even after Ginny and he had separated, gone out just to get off. He’d never been able to truly enjoy sex before.

“I can’t believe… I’ve never seen one so…” Harry bit his lip and nodded. He felt a bit humiliated, but he didn’t show it. “I want you to…”

“Get on the bed, lovely.” Harry said, and Draco did it, looking at him with a look of utter admiration. Harry felt a bit shy, but he crawled onto the bed and parted Draco’s legs, looking over the man below him with lust written all over his face. Draco bit his lip, looking up at him with excitement. Harry murmured the spell to lube him a bit and Draco whimpered in shock. “How’d you…”

Harry just smirked, looking down at his little lovers arsehole as it leaked lube. He started with one finger, pushing it inside slow and steady. Draco moaned loudly, and Harry nearly came all over himself when he felt how bloody tight Draco was. Draco was tight as a vice around his finger, and he could practically imagine that warmth surrounding his cock.

He began thrusting the finger in and out of Draco’s hole, getting him used to the in and out. It didn’t take long for Draco to be thrusting back into the finger. He was so gorgeous, just lying there looking at him as if he held the moon.

There was a moment where Draco whined loudly and arched back into the finger. “Harry please, please…”

“More, baby?” He said, and Draco nodded, blushing brightly. “Its my entire finger, do you want a second?” he asked, and Draco nodded excitedly.

He pushed a second finger in, and Harry bit his lip to keep from groaning. That tightness could be around him in a few minutes… as soon as he was prepared; he’d be able to sink his cock into that arsehole. Oh merlin, the temptation was driving him bloody barmy.

In and out, he began the process again, knowing that he had to get Draco prepared sooner rather than later. “I need to be inside of you,” Harry moaned, and Draco bit his lip.

“Try, please.” Draco bit, and Harry nearly moaned at the thought. His cock… that tight little arse… “I want… it… please?” he asked shyly, and Harry bit his lip, looking over the man.

He finally nodded, biting his lip and looking nervously as he murmured the lube spell again and pressed the head of his cock to Draco’s entrance, and slowly inched inside of him. The moment that he entered, Draco whined, arching his back and covering his mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut, and Harry stilled.

“Dray, are you okay?” he asked, and Draco let out a pained whimper, nodding. Harry still wasn’t convinced. “Draco, I’m pulling out. We can’t do this.” He said, and Draco’s eyes flew open and he shook his head frantically.

“No!” he cried, “I want this. I’ve just never done it. It’s going to be painful; you’re shoving a bloody cock up my arse!”

“But Draco,” Harry tried, and Draco just shook his head.

“Slow, please. And kiss me. Distract me from it.” Draco commanded, and Harry sucked in a breath, before he nodded, leaning down and pressing his lips to Draco’s.

The kiss was slow, sensual and passionate. Harry’s hands gripped carefully at Draco’s hips, and Draco wrapped his legs around Harry’s waist tighter.

Inch by inch, Harry pushed inside of Draco, alternating between gentle kisses to his lips and whispering sweet nothings into his ear. “You feel so good, Draco, merlin…” Harry said, running his lips along Draco’s pale cheek, which was tinted pink from embarrassment and heat.

Draco moaned quietly at the praise and bit his lip, looking up at Harry through hooded eyes.

“How much farther?” he asked and Harry bit his lip.

“Just a couple more inches. Do you think it’ll fit?” he asked, and Draco sucked in a breath, looking thoughtful.

“I think so…” Draco said, breathlessly. “It feels… so good.” He bit his lip. “It’s painful but… good. “ He said.

Harry sucked in a breath and pushed in a bit more. Draco cried out, and Harry stopped moving. “Don’t stop… it hurts but… don’t…” Harry pushed a bit more, and more, and then he was buried inside of Draco completely.

He couldn’t help but bury his face in Draco’s neck, moaning softly and trying to keep from coming on the spot. He loved the feeling of Draco’s tight heat surrounding him. Draco was whimpering quietly, trying to keep from crying.

“How do you feel,” Harry managed to get out between pants. Draco nodded, his eyes slipping shut and his back arching. “Merlin, I know I shouldn’t feel so good knowing you’re in pain but I just… you feel so good around me.”

“Fuck.” Draco whimpered suddenly, and Harry stopped moving, breathing. He hadn’t even thrusted inside of Draco yet; certainly the man wasn’t hurting that badly, right?

“What? Do I need to pull out?” Harry asked nervously, and Draco shook his head no.

“Slowly… move. It… feels kind of good?” he asked, and Harry moved an inch and Draco gasped loudly, digging his nails into Harry’s shoulders. Harry couldn’t help but feel a bit of excitement. He’d never been able to relax enough to enjoy sex, but he felt completely relaxed with Draco, if not just the tiniest bit worried but Draco was erasing the fears entirely.

In out, Harry began thrusting. It was soft, slow and sensual, but it felt so good to have Draco around him he wouldn’t have cared how he had to move as long as it was Draco below him, taking his length.

Harry slowly began changing positions, looking for Draco’s prostate. He’d never found anyone’s, but he knew from his own teenage curiosity that men had them. It only took a couple of tries before Draco moaned loudly, arching into Harry as he hit his prostate.

Harry began aiming his slow and leisurely thrusts directly at that spot, making Draco mewl and wrap his arms tightly around Harry’s neck before he pulled him into a kiss. The kiss matched up perfectly with their slow pace.

Their lips moved together slowly while their hips played a slow game of give and take. As Harry pulled back a bit, Draco would too, and as Harry pushed back in, Draco would assist him as best he could, considering he was pressed against a mattress on his back.

Draco let out beautiful little moans into Harry’s mouth, and they were breathing each others air, hardly taking a break from kissing to even care about their need of oxygen. Harry felt a bit light headed, in fact, but he couldn’t convince himself to pull completely away from Draco’s delicious little mouth.

Their bodies fit perfectly together, and Harry found this relieving. In fact, he could feel all of the nerves and trepidation that he’d been feeling before this sink away, leaving nothing but ecstasy and excitement.

“Merlin, Draco you feel so wonderful,” Harry whispered as he trailed sweet little kisses down to his neck. The man whimpered at the praise, turning his head a microscopic inch so he could feel Harry trailing his lips down his throat.

It was all so much, and Harry felt like this was where he belonged. He’d never had thought that Draco was who he needed, but now, feeling Draco wrapped around him, hearing him let out breathy moans and take everything he gave him without a voice of complaint, he knew.

He knew that Draco was his, from this point on. He’d have to have this thin, beautiful little man underneath him. Or maybe even on top of him, Draco looking down, blushing brightly, with Harry’s cock buried in his arse. That thought made Harry groan, and he pressed another soft and loving kiss to Draco’s lips.

“I love you,” Draco whispered, burying his face in Harry’s neck. “I do, I shouldn’t but I do.” Harry felt like the air was being sucked out of him. That statement alone was enough to make him feel like the most special man in the world.

“Draco, merlin, I love you too.” He wasn’t sure if it was true, but it felt true. He was basing this off what felt right, what felt true.

The passion between them seemed to only be just beginning, because those words sparked a fire between them, and they were kissing again. Their lips slow, but hungry, determined. The air between them was thick, crackling with heat and lust, and love .

Slowly they moved their hips never picked up the pace; they stayed at a leisurely pace, making gentle love instead of simply shagging.

The heat around them threatened to engulf them, and neither man could make themselves care as they continued moving, working themselves into a sweaty, tired mess. But despite how tired they were, they never stopped moving, chasing after release that was slow to come due to their own slow movements. The in and out was so careful, it was nearly planned, and when Draco finally came, he did so with a sob, wrapping his arms around Harry and buried his face in Harry’s chest.

Harry could barely take the pressure of Draco’s tight warmth wrapped around his length, but feeling that tight heat convulse around him practically pulled his own release from him, and he was cumming too, moaning out his relief into Draco’s throat with heat.

He found himself turning them around, wrapping his arms around Draco’s thin body, pulling him closer and murmuring sweet words into his ear. Draco tucked himself into Harry’s side, his eyes shut and his hair messed about on his head. Harry found himself actually loving that look on the blonde man.

Arms wrapping around Harry’s neck brought him from his thoughts, and he turned to look up at his lover. “You’re doing that thing again.” Draco whispered teasingly into Harry’s ear, and Harry chuckled a bit.

“Today is our anniversary.” Harry said, and Draco giggled a bit. Despite the years, Draco still hadn’t lost his feminine flair. The two silently stared forward for a them.

“I never would’ve guessed that when I kissed you that night, you would ask me to marry you three years later.” He teased, and Harry smirked a bit, looking up at Draco. Harry wrapped his arm around Draco’s waist and pulled the man around the chair and down into his lap. Draco giggled, his cheeks lighting up with heat.

“I never thought I’d marry a ferret.” Harry teased, and Draco scoffed a bit, resting his head against Harry’s chest, right over his heart.

“I thought I’d married a gentleman.” Draco said, and Harry smirked at him, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

Harry took a moment to look over his lover, who’d aged beautifully. When he’d married the man, he’d been all edges, but now, he loved the way he looked even more. Draco had just began going grey, he was still slim, but he wasn’t all bones and skin now. The pale face he’d fallen in love with was still gorgeous and youthful thanks to Draco’s killer genetics, and his arse was even better now that he had a bit of extra weight. “You’re beautiful, Draco.” Harry whispered softly, running his hand down over Draco’s slim stomach, whom let out a quiet moan.

“Maybe I did marry a gentleman after all.” He teased, and Harry smirked, picking him up by his hips and turning him around so that he was straddling his legs. “Have I ever mentioned how sexy your muscles are?”

“Hmm, maybe a time or two. Have I ever mentioned now that you’re not all ends and edges, you’re arse is bloody brilliant?” Harry teased, and Draco blushed.

“You’ve always loved my arse.” He protested, and Harry nodded.

“But now, there’s a tad bit more of it to love, and merlin, do I love it.” Draco giggled, shaking his head in wonder.

“I love you, prat.” Draco teased, and Harry smirked, gripping his lovers arse in his hands.

“I love you, pouf.” He replied, reaching up and taking Draco’s chin in his hand, looking over his face as he pulled him down and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Thank you for being my sweet treat.” Harry murmured, and Draco giggled, rolling his eyes and attempting to keep the colour off of his cheeks.

“Thank you for letting me give you a sweet treat.” Draco pressed a loving kiss to his lips softly, and pulled up out of his lap. “Enough pondering over the past, now, love. I do believe that we’ve got plans tonight, yes?” Draco teased.

Harry smirked and nodded. “Oh yes, we do. Every single Halloween I throw you on the bed and fuck you until you can’t move.”

“Oh yes? Well, I do believe Halloween is nearly over, so you better get me to the bed, then.” He said, and Harry picked him up bridal style quickly, making the man burst into giggles.

“What’re you doing?” Draco asked as Harry began pressing hard, demanding but still loving kisses to his neck.

“Enjoying a sweet treat.” He said, smirking wickedly down at his lover. The man blushed brightly, lowering his eyes as waves of lust began to wash over him. Harry began his way up to their room and pushed his lover down on the bed, looking over him.

He smirked and got down on the bed with him, before he began enjoying his sweet little lovers body without a second thought.

These Games We Play

Draco could feel eyes on him, but he tried to keep from paying attention to them. He knew who’s eyes they were. He knew what they were watching him for. He put his hand on the bar, his eyes looking over the other mans face.

He wasn’t as handsome as he was. He didn’t have the same aura of power, either. He had pale blue eyes as opposed to his bright green eyes. His skin was paler, his hair lighter.

He was merely okay . He knew they’d never go very far. He knew that at some point he’d get tired of watching the spectacle, and he’d come and shoo the man off. But that’s the fun in the game, isn’t it?

The jealousy and anger, the pure rage on his face— Harry’s face—made a surge of lightning hot arousal shoot straight through his body. “So, where about do you live?” the guy asked rather boldly. Draco looked around, thoughtfully.

“And why should I tell you ?” he asked teasingly, taking a sip of the drink the man had bought.

“Because,” he got a bit closer, putting a hand on Draco’s slim hip, “I can rock your world, baby.” Draco wrinkled his nose up in distaste.

“I’m not so sure about that.” Draco said, schooling his features to one of interest and playfulness. “I am pretty… hard to handle.” Draco explained teasingly, biting the tip of his forefinger.

“I can handle anything.” The guy tsked, and Draco scoffed a bit, looking nervous.

“I highly doubt that, I’m quite… different.” He teased, and the guy smirked at him teasingly, and he felt the gaze on the back of his head get deeper, he could feel the anger rolling through their bond, feel the jealousy rolling off of him.

Oh yes, so he stepped up his game.

He put a hand on the mans forearm, a smirk going to his pale lips. “I want another drink.” Draco said boldly, and the man nodding, waving another drink over. Draco smirked. He took the shot, tipping his head back and taking the entire shot at once.

“Lets dance.” He said, and Draco smirked a bit.

“Okay.” The word escaped his lips before he could stop it but he didn’t know if he would’ve changed the decision anyway because once it was out, he couldn’t go back and he knew he’d get the shagging of a lifetime.

A jealous Harry was a sexually charged Harry. One who knew how to take Draco down to nothing but his bones, leaving him exposed and so, so needy.

Draco let the man put his hands on his hips, and they started moving their hips, not sexually, no. Draco would skirt the border of cheating, but never any more than that. Draco was fully dedicated to Harry.

Heart, soul, body, and mind.

He actually couldn’t think of the last time that he’d thought about another man. It’d been a long time, he was sure. There was no doubt about that. He didn’t crave any man other than Harry’s touch. He didn’t want any other man—need them to the core of his soul like he needed Harry.

It didn’t take long for jealousy to eat Harry alive, and Draco could feel the gaze on his back heating up, feel the anger radiating out at him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” The voice snarled, and Draco turned to see Harry glowering at the man. “That’s my husband you pervert.”

“Harry I…!” Draco began, trying to look caught, though the etching of a smirk was making it’s way to his lips. He couldn’t stop himself from looking over his husband appreciatively. Harry was quite handsome with his muscled build, tan skin, and black hair matched with bright, stunning green eyes that were currently assessing the man in front of him, sizing him up.

Draco shivered a bit at the thought of Harry fighting over him . It shouldn’t have been such a turn on. But it was .

“I didn’t know he had a…” the guy trailed off, gulping a bit. Draco desperately tried to keep from smirking. He knew it’d give it all away, and it wouldn’t be as… hot .

“He does, obviously. So why don’t you get lost?” Harry snapped, wrapping a possessive arm around his waist, making Draco blush brightly.

“O-Okay.” The guy fumbled, rushing off to get another drink and leaving the two alone. Draco felt a bit of nerves from the fact that he’d taken things a step farther this time.

Harry grabbed Draco by the wrist and turned him around, pressing his trouser covered cock against the firm plumpness of Draco’s arse. He put his hands on the mans slim, pale hips with a smirk.

The two men moved their bodies in time with each other. Draco thought that he was off the hook, but then Harry pressed his lips against the shell of his ear.

“You were pushing me,” Harry tsked, and Draco whimpered, smirking a bit as Harry bit the lobe of his ear. “I know you knew what you were doing. I know what you’re hoping will happen.”

Caught. But, that didn’t mean that he had to let on that he knows what he’s talking about. “Honestly, H—Mr Potter… I’ve no idea what you’re on about.” Draco said softly, letting his breath catch when Harry chuckled lightly against his ear. The sound sent a shot of lust through Draco that was so intense he nearly fell over.

“Oh you’re lying to me, Draco.” Harry tsked. “I thought you were taught better than to lie to your elders?”

Embarrassment raced through him, heady and alluring. “I am sure I’m older.” Draco said breathlessly. Harry smirked and trailed little kisses down to the base of his throat where he bit into the sensitive skin teasingly.

“But who owns you?” He growled quietly, and Draco whimpered, biting his lip and turning red.

“You, Mr Potter.” Draco said, trying to look put out by the admission. It didn’t work. Harry knew that it was exactly what the man needed to say.

“Who do you want to fuck you like the dirty little slut you are?” Harry demanded, and Draco whined, pushing his arse back into Harry’s cock.

“You, Mr Potter.” He said again, his voice breathless and taken. “Please, take me home.” Harry moved their hips together more provocatively than he had been previously and Draco moaned.

The feeling of all the eyes on them made him feel like he was going to explode. He could feel Harry’s body heat radiating from Harry’s body. He could smell Harry’s scent wrapping around him like a cocoon of familiarity. Harry was touching him in so many ways and it was driving him barmy with lust.

“Please, Mr Potter.” Draco whispered, pushing himself back into the cock that was rubbing against his arse. Harry spun him around so that they were face to face, melting their bodies together. Draco looked up at Harry, silvery eyes hooded with lust.

“What does the little randy slut need?” it was teasing, playful. Draco flushed immediately, and he glanced around to see if anyone had heard. He didn’t think they had, but the thought still made him unbelievably horny. He felt like he was going explode. He felt like he was going to die of embarrassment.

The entire room was watching him. Or so he felt like. But it didn’t stop him from being overall horny, and desperate for something that he can’t get at this time. But soon he’d get to be on his knees where he belongs.

“Please Mr Potter, I need you.”

He knew the moment that Harry finally lost control of his ironclad composer. Draco felt Harry wrap his larger, calloused hand around his wrist tightly, and he pulled him out of the club without a single sound. Draco knew he’d cracked him, he hadn’t seen anyone else be able to. But he had done it countless times.

He could get a rise out of Harry at any time. It took them three minutes to find an alley they could use to apparate home, and then with a zip, they were home. “Knees, slut.” Harry said commandingly. Draco barely had a second to think before he dropped to his knees obediently. Draco watched as Harry casted a wordless spell and his clothes disappeared, leaving him completely bared to Harry’s wandering eyes. And Harry never minded looking his fill.

Draco could feel the caress of his dominants eyes, almost as if his gaze was touching him to the deepest part of his soul.

“Where do you belong?” the demand was simple, but it was calculated. He was trying to see how far into this Draco had dropped into sub space so far.

“I belong on my knees.” Draco said, his voice breathless and airy.

“Who do you belong on your knees for, little one?” the words were demanding still, but Draco could sense a fondness about them that he loved to hear coming from his masters mouth.

“Mr Potter, I belong on my knees for you.” Draco’s words were submissive and docile if nothing else. He had an heir of submission about him that was nearly impossible to pull him out of.

Draco knew that Harry knew how to bring him out of his submission easily—with a rough, heated, sensual and mind blowing shagging session. He could hardly wait.

“You’re such a good boy,” Harry murmured softly, while he ran his fingers through Draco’s hair. Draco moaned softly, feeling the fingers carding through his hair. Harry pulled his hand away too soon for Draco’s liking, but despite a whimper of protest, he didn’t comment. “Accio collar.” Harry summoned the collar, and Draco immediately felt his heart racing.

The collar was something that Harry rarely brought out for one simple reason: Draco fell so deeply into sub space whenever it was on him, that he wouldn’t dare utter a word of complaint. But Draco loved the collar.

He loved the way it felt around his throat, the way that it weighed him down, made him feel like there was nothing more to life than serving his master. That was his desire. The man who’d taken the broken pieces of Draco and carefully sewed them back together, was the man he served without a thought.

There was nothing to be thought about, he didn’t think. He was Draco’s safety, the only person who Draco didn’t have to hide around. Draco liked that.

Harry motioned for him to turn his head and get into position. So he mindlessly did so. He bared his neck to Harry, keeping his arms straight by his side and his back straight as a board. Harry wrapped his hands—and the collar—around Draco’s neck. The cool leather against his neck made him shiver a bit. He felt like he was on sensory overload. Harry clasped the collar around his neck and stuck two fingers into it to make sure it was loose enough.

“Does that feel good?” Harry murmured softly, and Draco whimpered loudly, unable to speak. “Draco, speak.” Harry commanded.

“G-good. So good.” Draco gasped out, his cheeks red.

“Follow me.” He said, and Draco nodded, watching as his master walked down the hall of their flat, and he hurriedly followed on his hands and knees. Harry walked down the hall, glancing back to see Draco following behind him. Draco bit his lip as he crawled, the hardwood floor hurting his knees a bit. But he didn’t dare complain. No, he’d never complain.

Harry murmured the spell for the door of the room they kept hidden just in case anyone wanted to snoop about. The door opened, and Harry motioned Draco in front of him. He crawled slower this time, knowing that Harry wanted to see his arse as he crawled.

“How do I want to take you tonight, hmm?” Harry mused aloud, and Draco bit his lip, forcing himself to be silent. “Do I want to cuff you down to the floor and fuck you until your screaming my name? Or do I want to take you slow, and sensual? Do I want you to moan and beg? Or would I prefer to have you squirm and unable to speak?” Harry’s words made Draco moan a bit as the scenarios raced through his head at a rapid rate of speed.

“Hmm, what does the little slut think? I mean, I obviously will do whatever I want, but I suppose your opinion isn’t entirely worthless.” Draco moaned softly as Harry put his hand down behind his ear and scratched it teasingly.

“E-ermm… you could handcuff me on the bed, and then take me however you want?” Draco suggested nervously. He didn’t want to sound like he was commanding him, because Draco would never do that.

“Is there something wrong with the floor?” Harry asked, and Draco bit his lip. The softness of his words showed actual concern.

“I… it’s just… the floor… my knees.” He explained, and Harry smirked down at Draco, combing his hair with his fingers. Draco keened at the treatment, sighing deeply.

“You are rather skinny aren’t you? Bony little knees… hmm, the bed it is.” Harry said, and Draco felt his heart soar. Harry was the best dominant he could have ever found. “Stand.” Harry commanded, and Draco did so, moving to his feet instead of his knees. Once he was standing upright, Harry gripped him by the hair, and he gasped.

Harry was typically rough with him, but he had never been quite this rough and though it was weird, different… it was amazing. “Bed. Hands and knees.” Harry commanded, and Draco whimpered, doing immediately as he was told to. He watched as Harry went to the nightstand he wasn’t allowed to touch and opened the drawer, pulling out handcuffs for his wrists and his ankles.

This certain set of cuffs connected together so as to make the person completely immobile. Draco found that utterly mouth-watering. Being completely vulnerable for Harry…? That was a dream come true.

Draco lived to be on his knees, or any other position that Harry deemed appropriate for him. Draco couldn’t control the fact that he needed Harry to control him. Anything the man asked of him, he’d happily do.

He watched as Harry put the cuffs around his wrists. “Too tight? Or are they good?” he asked to make sure. Draco couldn’t speak, but he nodded his head in consent. Harry smirked. Draco knew what this was about. He’d taken things farther with that guy, and this was Harry’s form of revenge for that.

He would fuck him until he couldn’t see straight. He would make him see no one else could satisfy him how he could. Moreover, Draco lived to be used that way. He lived to feel the jealousy as he fucked him.

He watched as Harry ducked behind him and put the cuffs around his ankles. “Hands by your ankles.” Harry commanded. Draco whimpered and put his hands down by his ankles, whimpering when he felt the chains connect the two sets of cuffs. He tugged on the restraints and was thrilled to see that he was completely stuck.

“Colour?” Harry asked, and Draco whimpered, closing his eyes. He shouldn’t be so randy over some bloody handcuffs but he felt like he was on the brink of explosion without Harry even paying attention to his straining cock.

“G-green.” Draco said softly, and Harry nodded, continuing on.

“You were very naughty. I nearly killed that cocksucker.” Harry snapped, and Draco whimpered, closing his eyes in desperation.

“I’m sorry Mr Potter. It was all part of our games.” Draco defended, and Harry smirked, smacking his arse. Draco whimpered loudly, the stinging on his arse cheek lingering to make his mind a bit fuzzy. “Mr Potter!” Draco gasped, burying his face in the bed because he couldn’t keep himself from being overwhelmed. He moaned softly when Harry’s hand connected with his arse cheek again.

“You were a dirty little boy, and now you deserve what?” Harry demanded.

“To be punished, Mr Potter. I’m sorry Mr Potter. I shouldn’t have let him dance with me. I just wanted to push your buttons…” He defended.

“Oh but making me mad does what for you, little one?” Harry demanded, and Draco moaned loudly, his arse stinging delightfully, as he felt Harry’s hand going down on his arse again.

“I—I…” Draco couldn’t think of how to word what he was going to say, and he’d always been taught not to say something if he can’t word it correctly.

Harry brought his hand down on Draco’s arse again, and Draco moaned loudly, pushing back into the hand. He felt like he was going to cum, just from the feeling of Harry spanking him. But he knew that he couldn’t cum. Not until Harry told him he could.

“I want you to count out to twenty how many hits you get because you’ve been a bad boy. And bad boys get what?” Harry demanded.

“Punished, Mr Potter.” He murmured shyly, his cheeks heating up.

“You’re right, slut. Now, keep those beautiful little pale thighs parted so I can see your balls while I spank you.” Harry said, and Draco shifted a bit, managing to get into the position that Harry was speaking of.

Harry loved to spank him, especially when his balls manage to wriggle a bit and get in the way. The extra etching of pain sent shockwaves of euphoria through Draco’s body, and Harry loved anything that made Draco desperate.

“I think I’m going to use the belt tonight, Draco. You’ve been extra naughty tonight, and I need to teach you a lesson.” Harry said, and Draco whimpered.

The thought of the belt against his arse and his balls, repeatedly smacking down… that sent chills down his spine. Draco couldn’t see what Harry was doing, he kept his belt in the closet, but, Draco was anxious to get this started… and over . The aftermath of an intense spank session was always nearly catastrophic.

Catastrophic meaning, Draco wouldn’t be able to move for three days, his arse would be bruised and he’d be unable to sit down on something hard for a week. He’d be utterly mindless though. And Draco would be so far into subspace he wouldn’t be able to speak for an hour or more. His throat would be sore, but his body would be sated.

He didn’t know when the first smack from the belt would come, but he knew that he was beyond ready. Harry softly ran his hands over Draco’s pale arse, making Draco whimper. The soft touch was a distraction, and when Draco keened and pushed back into the hand, seeking more of its touch, Harry moved his hand suddenly and Draco moaned loudly when he felt the belt smack his arse directly. He couldn’t stop himself from crying out loudly, buying his face in the bed in front of him with desperation.

“Draco, count.” The words were demanding, harsh. He felt the words in his heart and he moaned quietly. He felt like he was going to fall apart at the seams, and he had forgotten Harry’s orders? Oh no.

“One.” Draco cried out, closing his eyes. Again, the belt came down on his arse. He whimpered loudly, biting his lip for a moment as pleasure washed over him. He was losing his composure. He couldn’t control anything. “Two!” he squeaked when Harry pinched his arse hard.

Harry patted his arse as if to say good boy. Then he removed his hand and a moment of silence before the loud, stinging slap of leather against Draco’s arse echoed in his ears.

Draco moaned, he felt like he was going to cum. “Three.” Draco whimpered, and Harry grunted a bit.

Hit after hit landed against Draco’s arse, and Draco found himself slowly losing control. He was going to cum if he didn’t watch himself and he hadn’t gotten permission yet. Two sharp, hard smacks with the belt made him jump in shock and he bit his lip.

“Four! Five!” He cried out, closing his eyes and looking around their bedroom, desperate for some kind of a distraction. He could feel himself getting close. “Salazar, Mr Potter I can’t hold it… mmmf, I can’t… it’s… oh merlin, it’s too much.” Draco rambled, burying his face in the bed again.

“Colour?” Harry asked carefully, and Draco sucked in a deep breath.

“Green.” He said and Harry sighed as if he was relieved. “I just… I’m going to… I’m going to cum if you don’t… stop me.” Draco whimpered, and Harry chuckled a bit, running his hands over Draco’s pale white arse tinged red with angry marks from the belt, his hand skirting over his balls which hasn’t been hit yet.

A moment of silence passed, and then Harry pulled his hands away from Draco’s arse and Draco was left hard and shaking, needy and desperate. Draco felt Harry come back to him and he waited on bated breath before—he felt Harry slip his hand down between his thighs and rubbing his cock a bit, making him moan loudly and bite into the blankets in front of him.

Draco knew what he was doing the moment he felt the cool metal of a cock ring slip up and around the end of his cock, making his hardness steely and slightly painful but still pleasurable. He knew he wouldn’t be able to cum without permission now, and that was all that he needed to know to get back to what he was doing.

“Now, I’m going to continue, okay?” Harry said, and Draco whimpered his consent. Harry didn’t waste a moment.

He felt the crack of the leather against his arse, and this time the leather teased at his balls, just barely making a jump of shocked ecstasy flow through him. “Six.” Draco counted out, and Harry smiled at him, rubbing his arse.

“Good boy,” Harry murmured softly, before he brought the belt back down on his arse again.

“Seven!” he groaned out, his face heating up as tears threatened to fall. It hurt so bad, especially now that his balls were being hit as well. But he was going to lose his mind in the pleasure, as well.

Harry’s smacking with the belt didn’t get any softer, but Draco was living for it, anyway. He loved the way it felt for the man to punish him, especially when he obviously deserved it. Draco never got punished unless he did something Harry wasn’t okay with.

Again and again the belt came down on his arse, and Draco just arched his back, buried his face in the bed and bit it to keep his choked sounds of pleasure from emitting into the room.

It wasn’t working, and it was obvious he loved it, but he knew that Harry wouldn’t stop because he was trying to keep from letting him see.

“T-twenty!” Draco finally sobbed out, his mind going foggy as he pushed his arse back into the last smack of the belt against his arse. He couldn’t breathe—it was too much. It was so much. He needed more—he needed… “Mr Potter I need… I need you…” Draco whined, tears flowing down his face as the stinging in his arse send shockwaves to his cock. He couldn’t help but whimper. His words just wouldn’t come out how he wanted them to.

“You need me to fuck you, little one? Need to feel my cock stretching you open and filling you?” He asked teasingly and Draco moaned.

“Yes, yes please…”

Harry was on him in a second. Draco listened as Harry threw the leather down into the floor and pressed his cock head against the softness of his arsehole.

“In me!” Draco demanded and Harry groaned, pushing his head into Draco’s tight, warm arsehole. He slowly inched his way inside, and once he bottomed out, he sucked in a deep breath.

Draco moaned, overly aware of every inch of their skin touching. Feeling Harry stretching him, opening him up and leaving him feeling completely touched in every way… it was almost enough to make him cum.

If he was honest, the only thing that stopped him was the cock ring that circled his base. He could barely stand the pressure of his cock though, and he moaned, closing his eyes and taking in the sensations waving through his body. He was so full.

Harry was just enough for Draco. He was thick, and long, and he filled Draco up to the brim. He couldn’t imagine being empty—not having Harry nearly every day of his life.

Harry completed him, and when he was moving inside of him, he could practically feel his dominance… and his love. Harry was affectionate, but Draco always felt like he needed more . Not because Harry wasn’t affectionate with him, just because he felt closest to Harry when he was moving inside of him, bare and deep and raw.

“Mr Potter… oh fuck!” Draco moaned, and Harry stopped moving a moment. Draco paused, his face flushing brightly as he realized with horror that he’d… he’d cursed . He’d had slip ups before, but Harry told him to control his mouth. He never got punished for cursing, but Harry had never kept his distaste for cursing from Draco silent.

“Bad boy, you should never curse. What does that make you?” Harry demanded, quickly unsnapping the cuffs from the ankle cuffs and then reconnecting them up to the bedframe. Draco moaned in pained pleasure as Harry gripped his hair and pulled his head back roughly, making his head tip back.

“It makes me a whore.” Draco gasped, and Harry chuckled a bit.

“It’s a bit late to worry about that, isn’t it?” Harry teased a bit, beginning to fuck Draco. Draco whimpered, closing his eyes and gripped the chains that were connecting his handcuffs to the bedframe. Draco gasped loudly as he felt Harry moving inside of him.

His arse felt so full—he was so full… he felt so good. And when Harry began pistoning in and out of him while gripping his hair the pleasure was soaring through him like a hippogriff.

He was certain if he didn’t come soon, his cock would fall off. With each of Harry’s thrusts, the tip of Draco’s leaking erection was scraping lightly against the bedspread, and he couldn’t help but let out a tiny whimper.

He knew he was destroying their bedsheets, but the thought of stopping right then… it was unimaginable. He couldn’t fathom the thought.

The in and out of Harry’s thrusting was eating at Draco. His entire body was strung tight as a bow, just barely waiting to keep from cumming. He wanted nothing more than the orgasm and then to be petted by his master.

Heat was surrounding him, and he was gasping for breath, everything rushing through him like an avalanche.

He could feel his cock aching, desperate for the release he’d been denying it, but he knew that he wouldn’t be happy if he came before Harry did. He wouldn’t cum before Harry did unless it was a strict order.

“Do you like this, Draco?” Harry snapped, drawing Draco from his thoughts. Draco moaned his response, though he wasn’t sure if Harry even understood it because he wasn’t able to formulate anything in response. “Little slut, you can’t even speak can you? Merlin I bet Ron would pay good money to see this… The Draco Malfoy actually speechless ,” the words send a shock of… lust through him that he couldn’t deny.

Harry could sense when something excited him. And his skills hadn’t declined over the time that they’d been together, only gotten more keen.

“Oh you like that, don’t you?” He laughed a bit, pulling Draco’s head back some more. He kept going as hard as possible, leaving Draco a moaning mess beneath him. Draco whimpered, the sound broken and pleading. “You like the thought of someone watching you get fucked like this, don’t you?”

Draco felt excitement etching its way into his bloodstream, making everything so much more intense.

The thrusting picked up the pace a bit and Draco moaned loudly, tugging at the restraints. And then Harry’s cock brushed over his prostate. He went into a frenzy, shaking and moving and begging all at once, without words in some weird way. He couldn’t keep himself still if he tried, and though moving in that position was hard, and a bit painful, he still tried anyway. He was completely vulnerable, completely bared and desperate, and there was nothing but Harry inside of him in that moment.

He moaned loudly, his hands clenching desperately for something to hold him down on earth. He was flying, higher and higher, and with every time Harry’s tip brushed over his prostate he would only go a bit higher, get a bit louder, and feel a bit lighter.

Everything was so much, and yet the entire world felt like nothing all at once. “You’re such a good boy, taking my cock in your arse like a good little whore. I love your arse, Draco.” Harry groaned out and bit into Draco’s shoulder blade.

The bite triggered something and his entire body spasmed, he couldn’t breathe—couldn’t think. He was right there—on that cliff of orgasm. He was begging for it, whilst also begging not to fall into the abyss all at once. He wanted nothing more than to fall off that cliff, but he wanted to fall off that cliff with Harry. Not before him.

If he came afterwards, that’d be fine too. As long as his master came first, or with him. He had to please his master.

Draco began pushing back into Harry’s thrusts, wriggling, and gasping, moaning screaming. The harder that Harry went, the faster he thrusted back into Harry. And then he heard Harry let out a loud, inhuman growl as he leaned over, biting down on Draco’s pale shoulder.

He could feel Harry’s cum painting his insides, feel the warmth seeping into him as he moaned loudly, broken pants leaving him breathless and needy. Harry held Draco close as he came, burying his head in Draco’s throat.

The position wasn’t comfortable, Draco hadn’t cum yet, and he was so bloody needy he could’ve cum on contact.

Draco moved an inch, if that much, but it made Harry shift inside of him and he let out a loud, breathy gasp, burying his head in the mattress.

“Mmm, you always take such good care of me, don’t you little one?” Harry murmured lovingly, and Draco whimpered, pushing his face back as he felt sweat running down his cheek.

He was sure he made quite the scene hunched over, his arms stretched in front of him, his cheeks red, his hair matted and messy, sweat pouring off of him. But none of that mattered in the moment. Draco could feel Harry inside of him still, feel the cum inside of him, and he could feel every inch of Harry’s sweaty body against his back.

He was in heaven.

Harry pulling off of his back startled him, and Draco hummed lightly, barely opening his eyes to try to see Harry. He would put more effort into it, if he even felt like it’d be worth it. Hands on his thighs shocked him even more-so than the feeling of Harry slipping out of his arse a second later. He felt so empty without Harry.

He felt a bit of Harry’s cum escape his arsehole while he was exposed and the feeling of it dripping down onto his sensitive balls made his cock jump in excitement.

The warm cum continued down over his sac as he felt Harry shifting around on the bed. And then he was shocked when he felt hair against his stomach. And then lips around his cock. He moaned loudly at the feeling and tugged desperately at the restraints again. His wrists were beginning to get sore from all the pulling but he just couldn’t help himself.

Harry’s lips around his cock was a delicious torture Harry barely ever gave him. He never asked, to be fair, but Harry never gave it without being asked.

Draco has his thoughts on why, but he’d never voice them aloud. That’s pretty much how he had to handle all of Harry’s quirks—the things that made Harry, well, Harry.

Suddenly, Harry flicked the release on his cock ring and he came with a loud, desperate cry that echoed in the room. He was dazed, completely confused and he was cumming like a fountain—everything was sensitive.

Harry sucked him well into his orgasm, only stopping once Draco was twitching and groaning a bit in pain. Once he pulled away he took a calming breath that washed over Draco’s cock, making him whimper. He got out from under Draco and pulled his legs out from under his thighs. With a sigh of relief, Draco sank down into the bed.

Harry unhooking his ankles from the cuffs, and then he laid down next to Draco, unhooked the cuffs from the bedframe, and then undid the cuffs. When they were loosened, Draco sighed with relief.

His wrists were sore, and he absentmindedly rubbed at it red wrists. He rolled over onto his back and was suddenly aware…

Oh merlin.

His arse .

It was screaming with pain now that he was laying on it, and he whimpered, covering his eyes. “Draco, are you okay?” Harry asked softly, and he nodded.

“Yes, it’s all in the games we play.” Draco whispered, and Harry raised an eyebrow.

“You know, if it’s too much we don’t have to do it anymore.” Harry said, and Draco gasped, sitting up too fast, making his head swirl a bit and his body ache.

“No, that’s not necessary, Harry. I’m fine. I just completely forgot about my spanking.” Draco whispered, and Harry smirked a bit.

“I’ll have to go harder next time, then, won’t I?” he asked teasingly, and Draco giggled a bit, cuddling up to Harry and sighing contentedly.

“You’re warm,” Draco whispered absentmindedly, his hands curling around Harry’s bicep as he laid there silently, warm and cozy because of his lover. Draco couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else.

Draco found himself giggling a bit, taken aback by the thoughts running through his head. He’d never been fucked like this before. “What are you giggling about?” Harry teased, and Draco blushed.

“You… and these games we play.” Draco admitted softly.

“Oh?” He asked.

“Yes, they are so very delightful, indeed.” Draco said, trying to fight off a blush.

It didn’t work.

Baby

This is a one-shot I wrote for @jimitless when they wrote a Drarry book here a year or two ago. It was a sequel to her book Daddy, and it was called Baby. I wrote the one-shot, I just followed her plot and the like. I had lost this one-shot but now I’ve found it! Yay.

Draco really couldn’t explain how he let himself get put into this situation. He knew that this was a possibility when he agreed to meet, but he didn’t know that he’d be this desperate for it. It had been so long—so, so long and he couldn’t help but moan into Harry’s mouth, letting him dominate him fully. He had wanted this for so long, and yet… it seemed so far away. “Bedroom—!” Draco gasped, barely managing to push the other man away. Harry growled in annoyance and pulled him back again. “Harry—I want to do this in the bedroom, not in Pansy’s sitting room…” Harry trailed little harsh kisses down his neck, not too rough, but just enough to set fire to his blood. “It’s not Harry, Draco.” The words send a shock of lust through him, and he would have collapsed, had it not been for the muscular man holding him up. “Who am I?” He whispered into his ear, biting a bit. Draco whimpered. “Harry stop—!” Draco cried, feeling Harry’s fingers pulling at the bottom of his shirt, untucking it, and ripping it off. Draco gaped, shocked. He had put on his best robes and Harry just destroyed them. “Merlin, Harry!” He cried. Harry was staring up at him with a lustful look, he was melting and melting—he just wanted Harry so bad. Harry unbuttoned his trousers and slipped his hand inside of them, “Mm you’re not wearing pants, Draco.” The words were teasing, and Draco whimpered. Harry ran his fingers over Draco’s cock, teasing him with just enough pressure so he knew it was there, but not enough to bring him close. Harry had always known how to rile him up and make the release slow and torturous—it was one thing about him that made him undeniable. Draco moaned softly when Harry’s mouth ran down his chest to his nipple. His teeth tugged at it slightly, licked and teased it with an intensity Draco had not felt since the last time they had been together. “Harry!” Draco cried when Harry wrapped his hand around his cock at the base. Harry didn’t move his hand though. He left it still, torturing Draco. “Who am I, baby?” Harry demanded, and for a drunk man, he sounded a tad too coherent—not that Draco was going to complain at all. Draco looked at Harry with desperation in his eyes. He didn’t want to remember everything—he didn’t want to remember what he’d left behind, the fire, the passion, the sex… the heat. He didn’t want to remember, but he did. And he wanted it again, even if it was just for the night. “You’re daddy!” Draco finally moaned when he realized that, drunk or sober, Harry was every bit as stubborn as he had been in the past. “Merlin, Draco,” Harry groaned, pushing him down to his knees. Draco knew exactly what to do. He unbuttoned the trousers and pulled out Harry’s cock. His eyes looked over the delicious cock in his hand. His cock was even larger than it had been in school, when they’d been shagging. But, it was just as beautiful as Draco had always thought it was. The round head of it was slightly lighter than the rest of his cock, with a bit of pre-cum leaking out the tip. The veins running along it made it look stronger—instead of a boy’s cock; this was a man’s—and it felt good to be holding it. He leaned forward, licking the tip, desperate for a taste. All it took was that lick for Harry to take his head in his hand and push him closer, making him open his mouth around it. Then he was sucking him… Draco was leaking on his trousers in arousal. He sucked the tip first, needing to taste Harry again. He felt like he was going to pass out from the amount of lust that washed over him. He wanted this so bad. He needed this. “Fuck, baby,” Harry, moaned, and the vulgarity only made Draco leak a bit more onto his trousers. “You need this so bad, don’t you?” He asked, Draco couldn’t respond. He didn’t want to stop sucking him long enough. He sped up, running his tongue along the bottom as he took more down his throat. He got about halfway down, and then gagged. He tried to take a bit more—he just wanted it inside of him somehow. He had given up on protesting at all. He didn’t care their whereabouts, or if Harry was drunk. All he cared about was more. He wanted it, he needed it, and he hoped to get it. He moved his hand along the base of Harry, unable to take him all the way into his mouth. He was slightly disappointed, but he didn’t voice it. He just took him as deep as he could and then jerked the rest of him off in time. He could feel Harry dripping into his mouth—taste it, and he loved it. Harry tasted sweet, tangy. “Mm, Merlin, baby, I want to fuck you.” Harry groaned, and Draco whimpered around his cock. He wanted to feel Harry inside of him, but also… he wanted him to finish down his throat—to let him taste him completely. Harry forced a bit more down his throat, making him moan a bit, shaking from the pleasure of servicing Harry this way. He felt so good. It felt so good. Harry pushed him down onto his back suddenly, catching him off guard. He panted, looking up at Harry with urgency. “Take off your pants, Dray.” Harry commanded, unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off, throwing it in a random direction before he pushed his trousers and his pants down, stepping out of them. Draco stared up at Harry in wonder. Harry had only gotten more handsome over the years. He was more toned, Harry’s skin still darker than his own. Harry was big, and it had been so long since he’d been with a man… he was nervous. Draco pushed his trousers down nonetheless, and blushed when he felt Harry looking over him. He’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t embarrassed that he hadn’t taken the time to shave himself and make himself presentable, but he hadn’t been expecting this to happen. He hadn’t expected to have sex with him. “Beautiful,” Harry whispered, making Draco blush. He let Harry spread his legs and he wrapped them around Harry’s waist, arching up into his body. Draco felt Harry’s warm hand slip down to his cock and he pumped his cock. Draco moaned, feeling his cock pump out a bit of pre-cum into Harry’s hand. Harry didn’t do it long—only until Draco was on the verge of losing the battle with self control. The more he was denied orgasm, the more he was aching, begging for it. Draco felt one of Harry’s fingers run down his cock, to his sack and then to his hole, softly teasing him. Draco bit back a cry as one of Harry’s fingers slipped inside of him. It shocked him that he was already lubed—when did Harry do that, he wondered, but moaned when Harry found his spot immediately. He arched up, whining and rubbing his sopping wet cock against Harry’s warm, hard abdomen. He felt like he was flying—he hadn’t been pleasured this way in years and it felt so good. He had never felt so wonderful to have something inside of him. The finger was pushed in and pulled out at a slow, steady rate that made him completely brainless. He was losing his shit—losing control. “Please, please!” He begged, pushing back into the fingers with a desperation that he’d never felt before in his life. “Please what, baby?” Harry drawled hotly into his ear and he whimpered, wriggling his hips back and forth on the finger he desperately wished was Harry’s cock. He wanted more. “I need… I need you…” Draco whimpered looking up at Harry with the hunger of a man starved. “Okay, baby, what do you need?” Harry asked, and shook his head, looking over him. Harry’s eyes were making him feel like he was on fire, like he was the hottest thing Harry had ever seen in his life. “I need you inside of me, daddy. Please,” he begged, pushing his arse back into Harry’s hand, wanting more. Harry pulled the finger out, and then pressed the head of his cock against his hole, pushing in just the slightest and Draco cried out. It hurt but it hurt so good. He had missed this. Missed feeling Harry inside of him. Harry pushed a bit more in and he gasped loudly, the pain hurt but he didn’t care. “MORE!” He cried, shaking his hips and pushing back into Harry’s cock. He was so, so needy. Harry pushed another inch in, and then another… slowly one at a time until he was buried deep inside of him. Draco could feel Harry’s balls against his ass, could feel him stretching him and despite the pain… he felt so good. He was whimpering into Harry’s neck, desperately trying to keep from letting him see how bad it was hurting because he didn’t want to risk losing him inside of him. “Oh merlin, baby. You feel so good—so good…” Harry murmured against his neck and wrapping his arms around his body, holding him close as possible to himself. Draco whimpered, feeling himself adjust to the feeling of being full again. Draco moaned softly, biting into Harry’s neck with a deep seeded power that he had never felt before in his life. “Move daddy, please!” He cried, wiggling his hips. Draco gasped when he felt Harry brush that spot inside of him. Harry started moving immediately, pushing in and out, aiming directly for that spot inside of him. “Merlin!” Harry groaned, putting his hands on his hips to get more leverage. And then Draco was getting pounded, hard and fast. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed around him. In out, harder deeper, faster… it was too much, too deep. But it was perfect. So perfect. Harry was ruthless, running his hands all over his body, leaving no place untouched. He started at his ears, licking, biting, breathing on one. He was driving Draco crazy. Then, his tongue went down to his neck, biting and sucking. It made Draco moan. One of his hands went down from his hip to his cock, running his hands through the curls at the base of his cock. He moaned, shaking all over as he felt like he was going to cum. Harry wrapped his fingers around the base of him, preventing him from getting his release. He whimpered in pain, gripping at Harry’s shoulders. “Please daddy, stop!” He begged, shaking his head. He felt like crying, he needed this so bad. Harry didn’t let go, though. He only sped up, moving his hips faster. The faster he went the more Draco felt like he was going to lose it. Draco whined, arching up. Harry wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him up so that he was in the air. And then Harry was moving back, pulling Draco with him. Draco moaned when he felt Harry slide deeper inside of him. Harry had switched them to where he was sitting on his feet, Draco in his lap. Then he began bouncing Draco on his lap. “Bloody hell, Draco.” Harry groaned, and Draco whimpered. Draco started wriggling his hips, moving in time with Harry as he continued fucking him. He knew that Harry changed their position because this position wouldn’t let him get the pace he needed to cum—it was obvious that he did it on purpose. Draco shortly wondered how he managed to last this long drunk, but he did not doubt the man who was fucking him was capable of anything. Draco shifted his weight from his knees to his feet, and began riding Harry as quick as he could, keeping his arms wrapped around Harry with a desperation that consumed him. Harry grunted in his ear, biting down on the lobe. “Fuck me!” Draco begged, and Harry smirked at him, leaning forward and locking their lips together. Draco didn’t dare let the kiss end, wriggling in his lap still, but not able to bear losing the contact between their lips. He felt every part of their bodies touching and it felt so good to be full again—to be fucked again. A moan echoed out, and Draco wasn’t sure if it was him or Harry, but all he knew was that the minute he heard it, his entire body tensed up and he came between them, shaking and his cock was spurting out cum between their bodies. Draco leaned forward, resting his head against Harry’s shoulder while he forced himself to breathe—to calm down. But Harry hadn’t came yet, Draco realized once he’d calmed down. The man was panting, his eyes squeezed shut and he knew that second he had to get him off. He couldn’t leave him that way. So, he pushed him back so he was laying down and straddled his waist, sitting down on his cock. Harry groaned, slipping his eyes shut and looking up at Draco through hooded green eyes. Draco smirked down at him, admiring how he looked with his cum all over his chest. Draco should’ve been embarrassed, but all he could feel was lust. And then, Draco began riding Harry, hard and fast. He grinded on Harry’s cock, keeping his rhythm fast and hard. He couldn’t control himself—all he knew was that Harry had to cum too. He had to. So he bounced and bounced, taking Harry as deep as he could, as fast and hard as he could. And then Harry thrusted up inside of him brazenly, his hands holding Draco down on his cock. And he came. And Draco felt it flooding his insides, warming him up and making him brazen himself. Draco whined out, gripping his shoulders and biting down into his shoulder. Draco slowly came down from his high, reality crashing around him like a glass breaking. He had just cheated on Astoria. He’d just broken the bond of Marriage. He’d not even cheated on her with a girl, he’d done it with a guy. None other than the boy who lived. And it had been wonderful. So wonderful. It had been euphoric, and he didn’t want anything more than to do it again and again. He wanted to have Harry inside of him again and again… And it was so wrong. “I love you, Draco.” Harry whispered. “I know you don’t want to hear this, but I do. I never stopped loving you.” Draco felt his heart pounding in his chest as he shook his head. “You’re married… I’m married… we both have families… we can’t do this.” He whispered halfheartedly. “If you can honestly say that you have had a better orgasm in the past eight years, you can go.” Harry sighed, pulling Draco back into the warm embrace of his arms. Draco sighed softly, not moving from Harry’s warmth. He closed his eyes, fighting off waves of tears as emotions washed through him. He didn’t want to cry. He didn’t want to admit how much he’d missed Harry—how much he’d missed feeling the man inside of him, and moving inside of him and owning him. He had missed everything that the man had to offer. And he hated the bloody Weaslebee who married him—if for nothing more than marrying him. He had long since given up his prejudices, but he still didn’t like Ginny Weasley—or should he say Potter? That could probably—okay it definitely was why he hated her. But it wasn’t Ginny who Harry was holding right now, it was him. The man who she didn’t particularly care for either. It wasn’t much, but it made him feel just the slightest bit better. It made him feel like, even if just for the night, he knew he was the one Harry was in love with. And even if it was just for the night, he loved it. The freedom—the happiness. Astoria was great. She was kind, loving and an amazing mother. But she wasn’t his lover. They were parents together, they had a child, but their relationship was nothing more than friends. Very good friends, but just friends, nonetheless. They had produced a heir. It wouldn’t be necessarily for them to make another. So they probably wouldn’t. But… was cheating on her really the answer? He knew that he wasn’t in love with her, but he still loved her. It was more of a platonic love, but… it was still there. And his son—what would Scorpius think? Oh merlin, he really didn’t want to know what he’d think. “Tomorrow we can worry about our lives.” Harry said softly into his ear. “Tonight, just give me tonight.” Draco mutely nodded, forcing his thoughts back. He couldn’t ruin tonight, Harry was right. He just would have to think about everything else later. Because tonight it was just them. Tonight nothing mattered but their bodies, and how they fit together just as perfectly as they had eight years ago.