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The dust hasn’t even settled, but there was a lull in between the action. Their fellow aurors were distracted enough after the arrests that Harry had the time to grab Draco and hide away in the darkness of the piss small alley where he had parked his bike several hours earlier. The stench didn’t last long, his senses overwhelmed by the rich musk of his partner, Draco blocking out everything but the heat between them. There was frenzied pushing and pulling, scratches that turned into bites and scrapes of teeth against skin. Even the cool muggy air of muggle London couldn’t make his skin shiver the way Draco’s fingers did. Harry’s ass slid up against the leather seat of his bike and he could feel the metal creak and moan. He muttered a stabilizing spell and vanished their robes in a single hurried breath.
“Show off” Draco mutters as he hikes up Harry’s leg, pressing their heat together.
Harry grins, hissing as a stinging pull yanks his head back, his hair knotted in between vice like fingers. “Bet you can’t make me moan your name Ferret Face.”
Steel eyes narrow as Harry watches swollen lips hide behind sharp teeth, “That’s because I’ll have you screaming it, Potty.”
