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1 Hour.
60 Minutes.
3600 Seconds.
He could do that.
He could definitely wait that long.
Plus a 10 minute walk back to the dorms.
3 minute walk to the nearest loo, if it got that bad.
5 seconds to undo his fly…
No, he’d be fine. He could definitely wait that long.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
With one more glance up at the clock, he huffed out a sign and returned to the work he had laid out in front of him. Charms had started half an hour ago, but before that he had an hour and a half of potions, where he steadily sipped from his water bottle, more out of boredom than anything, and before that was lunch where he had two glasses of pumpkin juice and split a pot of hot green tea with Harry. After Ron got Hermione to obliviate him, he was back to his perfectly oblivious bliss. For about a week anyways, until Hermione got fed up walking in on them snogging in all odd areas of the castle and being the only one to know about it.
Not that it really mattered anyways. Harry had been so infatuated with Draco after witnessing him fall apart like that, he couldn’t get enough. He was constantly staring at Draco- even more than usual- which began drawing the attention of their classmates, then he started finding any excuse to be closer to Draco during classes. He lasted about three days before he said to hell with it and just started openly hanging out with Draco at lunch or in the library, and partnering with him in classes. And people really didn’t bat an eye all that much. They had been expecting a much bigger fuss, but it was as if the whole school already expected that they didn’t actually resent each other and just wanted to be around each other. They thought that at least it would stir up some drama when they revealed that not only were they friends, but they were now romantically involved, yet people still didn’t seem particularly surprised or even all that interested. How strange.
Even Ron didn’t seem all too surprised about it, and after he figured out that was the reason Hermione had obliviated him- she had sworn to him beforehand that she wouldn’t tell him why he was obliviated- he merely waved his hand telling them he supports them he just never wants to know what Draco sounds like in bed. All in all, it seemed like the only ones who had a hard time coming to terms with Harry and Draco’s relationship were Harry and Draco. But after Draco’s little incident, it seemed neither one of them could bring themselves to put their walls back up. And they really didn’t want to.
So now, here Draco sat, next to Harry in their last class of the day, bouncing his leg up and down rapidly under the table built for two, brushing Harry’s thigh every so often. Harry had intended to take better notes during the class so that Draco could copy anything he had missed if he got too distracted to take his own, but now watching Draco in the state he was in, feeling every twitch and squirm, Harry was severely falling behind, and finally just gave up, deciding to ask Hermione for her notes later, they would probably be better than his anyways.
Harry hooked his foot around Draco’s ankle and pulled, scooting them in closer together so they were fully pressed together side by side. Harry laced his fingers through Draco’s and rested their hands on his knee, giving him a reassuring squeeze as he bit at the thumb of his free hand, shifting his gaze over to Harry for a moment and giving him a furtive smile and stilling his leg, then returning his attention back to whatever their professor was droning on about at the front of the room. Harry wondered if Draco was actually listening to what the professor had to say or if he was merely pretending to be listening. Draco, meanwhile, wondered if he would be able to wait the remaining fifty five minutes for class to be over. He contemplated just going to the bathroom now and letting only a little out. Surely it would fill back up quickly by the time they got back to his room. But there sat Harry, pressed close to his side, rubbing his thumb over the back of his hand, and suddenly Draco’s best judgement turned to sludge as he sat up straighter and willed himself to hold on longer. He wanted to be good for Harry.
After last time, Harry had been incredibly gentle with Draco. It was a complete shift from what he had been used to, and it made him absolutely melt. He would do anything Harry asked him to so long as he kept talking so sweetly to him. Harry had drawn a bath for them after Draco’s little accident and had carefully cleaned every bit of pale skin with a warm soapy washcloth, bubbles surrounding the two of them. He even let Draco take him through his extensive hair care routine, washing the silky locs with the utmost care, meticulously going through each step, only pausing to press soft kisses to his wet neck.
Somehow, he found himself spilling his guts out to Harry. About how long he sat on the knowledge of his own crush on Harry, unable to act on it because of the world he had been pulled into. About the abuse he went through for years from his father, and how it just got worse with the return of the dark lord. About how scared he had been, and how much he hated himself, and how much he wanted out but didn’t know how. Didn’t know how to stop pushing Harry away. Harry simply listened to all of this, massaging Draco’s scalp and combing his hair as he spoke, letting the thin teeth of the comb tickle his back. By the time Draco finished speaking they just sat in the steadily cooling water, Harry’s arms around Draco, head nestled into the crook of his neck, while Draco hugged his knees to his chest.
After they had gotten out and dried off, they laid tangled together, naked under the covers in Draco’s freshly cleaned bed. Harry shared his own story, of the years of abuse and neglect he suffered with the Dursley’s, to all of the sudden having his entire life drastically uprooted, trying to come to terms with the fact that he was apparently the most important person to the wizarding world after being told his whole life he was nothing and no one. He told Draco about the mirror of Erised and how much he missed his parents, even though he hardly knew them. He told him of lies he would tell himself after their run ins to explain away the painful erection he always had after walking away. Of his night terrors, and of one night when he had lied to Ron and said he had a night terror of Voldemort, when really he had a wet dream about a certain blonde, but was too scared to acknowledge what that meant. About the guilt he felt putting so much of his attention on some school rival when he had a genuine dangerous enemy to face, but that he knew on some level that it was in fact Draco who was keeping him from completely losing his mind as things began to get worse and worse.
And as the room grew dark, only lit by slight slivers of moonlight that shone through the windows, they both talked of all the losses they still grieved, of the nightmares they still had, of their regrets, and of the lessons they learned. Teary apologies were exchanged, foreheads pressed together, buried under the covers as if cocooning themselves away from the rest of the world. Until finally sleep overtook them in the position they laid, bodies intertwined.
After that day, the unspoken agreement lay open in the air that they would finally allow themselves the chance to fall. And fall they did. Hard and fast. With tenderness and devotion. With sweaty bodies and needy moans. With the relinquishment of control and the promise to never abuse it. And Harry never did. Draco knew he could lose complete control around Harry and still be okay. He was rapidly learning more about himself the more time he spent with Harry, while Harry was ardently working towards learning what it felt like to hold such power and control when it wasn’t being forced onto him. Draco wanted to entrust Harry with all of himself. He wanted to relinquish this choice to Harry, to be good for him, to please him.
So shakily he lifted his left hand, grabbing his quill, and wrote on the blank page of his parchment in sloppy scrawl: The tea is filling up my bladder really fast and I’m not entirely sure if I can make it to the end of class. Do you think maybe I could let a little out in the loo now?
Harry leaned over, reading the note, then grabbed his own quill and wrote back: Do you think you can try to hold it for a little bit longer? Maybe ten more minutes and then if you still think you can’t hold it then you can go?
Harry gave Draco a look after he read the reply, silently conveying that he was genuinely asking, and it was okay for Draco to choose what he needed. But Draco just gave a small smile and nodded, returning his attention to the front of the room, lightly drumming his quill on the parchment. Harry gave him another reassuring squeeze of the hand and slouched back into his seat eager for class to finish already.
Just 45 minutes left.
That’s 15 minutes three times.
He could do that. Couldn’t he?
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Sweat began to bead at Draco’s upper lip, which he swiftly wiped off with the sleeve of his robe. His hand was starting to get really sweaty against Harry’s, but Harry didn’t seem to mind. Draco continued to gnaw at his thumb, then his sleeve, every so often moving his arm in an abortive motion as if he meant to reach for his water bottle, but had thought better of it. Harry’s eyes tracked each motion carefully, like a hunter stalking his prey, taking in even the slightest facial cues that might give him a better idea of just how desperate Draco was. He watched as he rolled his lip repetitively between his teeth, absentmindedly tapping his thumb against Harry’s hand, and bouncing his knee enough that it was shaking Harry’s whole leg.
After ten minutes of this had passed, in which neither Harry nor Draco heard a single thing the professor was saying, Draco reached for his quill again and wrote on the parchment in even shakier writing: I don’t think I can hold it that long. I really need to go now.
Harry swallowed dryly, achingly hard now, and nodded his head shortly. Relieved, Draco released his grip from Harry’s hand, wiping the sweat off on his trousers, and pushed himself up, still leaving sweaty handprints on the black table top. Just as he was about to turn around to slip out of the room, Professor Flitwick called out to him.
“Ah, yes, Draco, you want to demonstrate how to do the new charm I just explained?”
Draco momentarily gave him a deer-in-the-headlights stare before quickly composing his usual stoic mask and giving a curt nod. Harry half wondered why Draco hadn’t explained that he was just standing to use the loo, but remembered that while Draco had let his mask down around him, it was still held firmly up in place around everyone else. A fact that usually would make Harry feel incredibly special, but right now just made him incredibly anxious. His stomach began to ball up in knots, while something even lower stirred within him, but he ignored it, more focused on making sure Draco made it through this okay.
Meanwhile, Draco’s stomach was also tied up in knots, enough to make him feel nauseous in fear as his bladder painfully sloshed with each step towards the front of the classroom, putting him in the direct center of twelve sets of watching eyes. Not many Eighth Years returned after the war, so the class sizes were much more intimate, made up of students who had all known each other for the past eight years, whether they wanted to or not. So, much to Draco’s dismay, his extra rigid posture and fidgeting caught the curious glances of several students, who found this behavior odd, even more than his suddenly kinder and quieter demeanor that he entered with in Eighth year. Even after his round of apologies and working towards making up for his mistakes, he never lost that quiet composed confidence that he had always held himself in. Especially after all that, he had been extra careful to always remain calm and composed. So when he fumbled the new spell over and over again, after having to ask Flitwick to remind him how to cast it, students all started one by one snapping out of their bored trances and focusing their gaze onto Draco. Professor Flitwick himself was left rather befuddled as to why his top student was struggling like this. He had even volunteered himself to demonstrate– Hadn’t he?
Harry could barely even hear Draco’s wavering voice as he attempted the spell again with a trembling hand over the rushing of blood that roared loudly in his ears, his heart pounding rapidly against his chest.
Badum, badum, badum.
Please get the spell. Please get the spell.
Badum, badum, badum.
Come on, Draco, you’re so close. Just finish the spell and you can leave.
Badum, badum, badum.
What was the spell anyways? I really should have been paying more attention earlier.
“Very good, Draco!” Professor Flitwick applauded, pulling Harry away from his thoughts.
He watched as Draco stood, left arm down by his side, bunching up a tight fist around the fabric of his robe, which Harry belatedly realized was left undone. Draco must not have thought to tie it closed when he was called up to the front of the classroom. Now it stretched open, the right shoulder slipping down his upper arm and draping over his elbow as he held his right arm low, slowly lifting it until it was above his head, forming the shape of a long, skinny silver rod. Harry’s eyes followed the motion of the robe that now was pulled slightly open in his stretch, revealing the elegant white dress shirt that lay underneath, the muscles on his side just peaking through the stretched fabric of the shirt. His green tie lay dangled gracefully over his abdomen, the point ending just above the thin black belt that was buckled over dark grey trousers that shaped his hips in a way that made Harry drool on any normal day. Now, it was all Harry could do not to choke on all the knots that sat in his throat, chest, and stomach, as he glanced at the beautiful form in front of him, whose foot still tapped incessantly. If anyone had been looking at Harry, they would have seen rosy red cheeks, wide dark eyes, parted lips and a heaving chest. But no one was looking at Harry. All eyes were glued on Draco, as a loud hiss echoed in the classroom.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
The spout at the top of the silver rod sputtered before releasing out a fountain of water, which flowed overhead before spilling out in a circle around itself, and cascading down gathering against the water that somehow mirrored the inverted funnel on top, seemingly defying gravity. Draco had instinctively jumped out of the way of the water, only some of it splashing onto him leaving random blotches of wet spots on his pants. Harry couldn’t believe the cosmic joke he was witnessing. Apparently the joke, or at least part of it, hadn’t befelled his other classmates either, because he then heard Seamus pipe up from the back row, “Oi! Looks like Malfoy wet his pants! Someone better go get him a nappy!”
The rest of the class was mixed with quiet chuckles behind hands and rowdy guffaws from the belly. Harry, however, just stared on in horror, making eye contact with Draco, who looked petrified, the only movement being the slight bobbing of his Adam's apple. His face was bright red as Flitwick attempted to calm the class back down and continue explaining the physics behind the charm. Draco returned to his desk stiffly, taking his seat next to Harry, refusing to make eye contact. Harry looked him up and down repeatedly with wide eyes, attempting to process what just happened, how severe his need was now, and why he had sat back down instead of heading straight to the bathroom.
Draco continued to stare straight ahead, cheeks never losing their bright color, hands folded on the table in front of him, legs bobbing rapidly, crossed tightly at the knees and ankles. After a few moments of this, Harry couldn’t take it anymore and scrawled across his parchment: Why haven’t you gone to the bathroom?
Draco winced and shifted his eyes nervously before biting his lip and writing back: After that joke? I can’t. I’d never hear the end of it. I just have to wait a few more minutes and then I’ll go. I think we’re about to have a practice break.
The ink smeared against his sweaty hand as he wrote. Harry pinned him with a gaze of apprehension at first, but tried to remind himself of the kind of social pressure Draco must be under after everything that happened, even though he had been starting to get people to warm up to him. So he softened his stare and rested his hand on his lower back, rubbing it gently, and angled his body and textbook slightly so as to block the view anyone might have of him, but seeing as they were in the back corner, Draco furthest out to the side, they could at least breath a little bit easier knowing that he wouldn’t be capturing much attention with his movements. No one even glanced in their direction, except the professor, who glanced nervously to the back corner, sensing the situation that was taking place. Hurriedly wrapping up his last point, he cleared his throat and dismissed the class to work in pairs for their spell casting practice. Chairs scraped against the floor as students began standing up and starting their spells. One by one, the mirrored fountains began springing up, until the room was filled with the roaring sound of rushing water.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Harry got up quickly, walking around to the other side of Draco, grabbing both of their bags as he was planning to just leave class early, but Draco remained frozen in his chair.
“Drae, come on, let’s just get out of here.” Harry whispered in Draco’s ear as he bent down to gently grasp his shoulders in each hand, giving them a squeeze.
Draco only whimpered.
“Baby, what’s wrong?!” Harry asked urgently.
“I-I just leaked.” Draco gasped out. “Really bad.”
Harry looked down with widened eyes as he saw a dark grey spot the size of an apple glistening against the fabric that stretched just below his hip.
“I-I had leaked when I was up there… Just a little… it soaked through my briefs, I-I-I thought for a moment when they were all laughing that it had shown through, b-but it didn’t. I th-thought that the leak would at least mean I could hold it a little lo-” He groaned mid word, hands rushing to his crotch where he gripped so hard his knuckles turned white.
“Draco…”
“I can’t hold it, Harry.” Draco whined quietly, his voice pitched high. “But if I stand up I am going to wet myself.” He enunciated each word slowly and so quietly, Harry could only barely hear them.
“What. Do I do?” Draco asked through gritted teeth, tears brimming in his eyes, threatening to spill over.
Briefly, Harry found himself wondering in a daze which would leak out first: his tears or his piss? As soon as the question was thought, he shook his head harshly, pulling himself back to focus.
“Okay, I- um- maybe… let’s just move really fast, and if I have to cast some cleaning spells on the floor or in the hallway I will, but just so no one sees…” Harry had begun to grab Draco and turn him so his knees were pointing towards Harry, putting his back to his classmates and his front towards the door. But Draco still didn’t budge. Instead, he remained still as a statue, clenching every muscle in his body til his face was completely red, as another spurt worked its way out, spreading the spot all the way down to his knee.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Drop.
“Drae…” Harry’s voice caught in his throat as he watched as the floodgates completely burst open, muscles too exhausted to even attempt to put up a last ditch fight to slow the stream.
The hissing filled Harry’s ears as he watched the liquid pool in between his legs that were tightly squeezed together, then splatter loudly onto the floor. Hot tears streamed down Draco’s cheeks as he rocked back and forth slightly, choking on a sob, and then let his head fall forwards, forehead resting against Harry’s taught abdomen, panting hard enough for Harry to feel the warmth of his breath through the sheer fabric of his dress shirt, ghosting directly over the V that trailed downwards into his pants that suddenly felt far, far too tight. His body buzzed with electricity yet practically felt numb, and if it wasn’t for the weight of Draco’s head against him, he would’ve fallen in a heap at the sight that lay below.
Draco could hardly get through a single thought before another bounced around in his head. I couldn’t hold it. I really couldn’t hold it. Why hadn’t I just gone. What are people going to think? How am I ever going to be able to show my face again? Why am I so fucking turned on right now?
Soon, heads started turning one by one to see Draco, head pressed against Harry, crying, as Harry rubbed his back in an attempt to comfort him. At first, they were confused. Was he hurt? He had performed the spell just fine earlier. They could even hear the hissing from his fountain, but… where was it? Then, a couple of the people closer by spotted the light yellow puddle that pooled beneath Draco’s chair, steadily creeping out further and further until it reached the other side of the table. The people who noticed gasped, alerting the attention of the rest of the class, causing them to all follow their gazes. Soon a choir of gasps and exclamations of “What?” and “Oh my god…” filled the room. Seamus could be heard on the other side of the room whispering not-so-quietly in disbelief “Is he actually pissing himself?” before receiving a sharp elbow to the ribs and a hush from Dean. The room went so still and quiet, spells dropping as their casters lost focus. Soon, all that could be heard throughout the room was the drip, drip, drip, of Draco’s pee splashing noisily on the floor, and the soft hiccups of his sobs that continued to rack through his body.
Suddenly, the deafening silence was abruptly broken by Professor Flitwick hurriedly crossing the room and projecting his voice through the classroom.
“Alright, alright! Nothing to see here students. We’re all human here, this happens sometimes. Let’s all mind our business and get back to work. Let’s go, let’s go!” He enunciated, clapping his hands emphatically.
Students all began pulling their gazes away and awkwardly attempting to cast their spells again, many of them failing as they continued to sneak glances over at the sight. Flitwick finished crossing the room, stopping just before the puddle that extended out on the grand, murmuring a quick spell that vanished it, and giving it a satisfied smile which faltered as soon as he looked up at Draco. Surreptitiously, he murmured another spell while pointing his wand at him, drying off his trousers and the chair.
“Now why don’t you take Mr. Malfoy here back to his dorms, Mr. Potter, I’ll take care of everything else here.” He said in a low voice, gesturing towards the class before resting a hand on Draco’s arm. “It happens to the best of us, Mr. Malfoy, please try not to judge yourself too harshly for this.”
He looked at him like he wanted to say something more, but then stopped himself before giving a curt nod and turning around to go correct the maneuvers of a nearby pair attempting the spell, who hardly seemed to be paying attention as they were in their own state of shock over what they had just witnessed.
Placing his hands against Draco’s hips, Harry pulled him up to standing, then wrapped his arm around his waist and guided him out of the classroom, Draco just letting himself be guided as if on auto pilot. It wasn’t until they finally got out of the classroom and to a private corner of the hallway that Draco let himself fall apart in Harry’s arms, exhausted sobs wracking his body as Harry held him as tight as he could. Harry rocked him slowly, whispering sweet nothings into Draco’s ears, rubbing his back, smoothing down his hair, and pressing kisses to his head.
When Draco’s sobs calmed to the occasional sniffle, Harry gently cupped his face, tilting his head up to look at him. Then with a gentle smile, Harry leaned in and began kissing the tears away under his eyes and on his cheeks, even lapping up one that was still dripping down his jaw onto his neck, making him shudder. He continued kissing up his jaw, kissing each corner of his mouth before kissing him soft and sweet on the lips multiple times in a row, each one pulling out the softest shy smile from Draco’s lips. Satisfied with the little smile, Harry beamed and kissed him on the tip of the nose and the pressed his lips firmly to his forehead, leaving them there, large hands cradling his head, just breathing in his scent for awhile, and finally wrapping his arms around the slightly smaller boy, engulfing him in a big hug. Draco hugged him back, burying his nose in Harry’s neck, letting his earthy scent ground him and bring him to the present moment. He took a deep shuddering inhale then let out a smooth exhale, body finally leaving fight or flight mode and relaxing into Harry’s warm body. Suddenly Draco stiffened and yelped, causing Harry to pull away only slightly.
“O-ohh, Harry… I, um, I hadn’t… totally finished emptying my bladder yet when Flitwick had cast that cleaning charm on me and I-” He whined sheepishly.
“Oh. Oh okay, yeah, let’s get you to the bathroom, there’s one up ahead, it’s right… Draco, love, are you already leaking?” Draco nodded dejectedly as piss began to pour out of him freely and unrestricted this time, rapidly soaking his grey pants until they were fully drenched, leaving a small puddle at their feet.
When he finally finished peeing all the way, he let out a sigh of relief and looked up at Harry who was staring at him with lust blown eyes, looking wild, barely able to still his ragged breathing. Draco’s dick instantly hardened against his wet pants, straining against the fabric painfully.
“I know I should be like… devastated right now… but…” Draco swallowed dryly. “I just don’t even care anymore, because I am so turned on right now.”
At that, Harry roughly picked Draco up, grabbing his ass and lifting him so his wet legs wrapped around his waist as he shoved him up against the wall. They made out messily, tongues clashing against each other, fighting for dominance, before Harry quickly won and began expertly exploring Draco’s mouth. Draco experimentally sucked on Harry’s tongue, causing his eyes to roll back in his head as he moaned.
“Fuck, Draco, you unravel me. You have no fucking idea how absolutely insane you make me.” He growled harshly against his hot mouth.
In one swift move, Harry let go of his grip on Draco, letting his feet fall back to the ground before twisting him roughly by the hips and pushing him up against the wall, cheek pressed to the cold stone, moaning at the pressure to his raging erection.
“I need you right. Fucking. Now.” Harry groaned, rutting against Draco’s beautifully round arse, which only increased the friction he was getting from the wall against his erection.
He let out a needy whimper and replied, eyes shut and brow furrowed, “R-right here in the middle of the hallway?! Someone could see us!”
“We’re in the dungeons, there's rarely any foot traffic here anyways, all the lower years are at supper, and eighth years are still in class for another ten minutes.” Harry asserted, reaching his hand around and pulling Draco against him while rubbing at him through his trousers.
Draco moaned needily.
“Oh-okay, yes, yes, hurry Harry, I need you. I need you so bad. I need you inside of me right now, Harry, I can’t take it anymore, Harry I-I-” Harry nipped at the skin on Draco’s neck as he hastily undid his belt and trouser button, followed by the zipper and yanked his trousers and pants down in one go, exposing Draco’s arse to the cool air, where anyone could just walk by.
The bunched up fabric pressed just below his arse, pushing it up, making it look even plumper, enough to make Harry salivate. Just as fast, and with impressive coordination, he undid his own belt and trousers, and lowered his pants just enough to whip out his leaking cock that was already twitching. Muttering a quick lubricating charm, Harry willed himself not to come as he coated his throbbing dick with the lube, then, impatiently, he slid a slicked up finger over Draco’s arsehole eliciting a gasp turned moan as he immediately slid the finger in, pumping and stretching one, two, three times, then slid in a second finger and repeated the process. A strangled noise ripped through Draco’s throat.
“Just- just put it in, Harry, I don't need to be stretched, I just need you in me right now, right now Harry, I need you so bad please I need you, please, please, please!” The words tumbled rapidly out of his mouth, the pleas still falling from his lips as Harry pulled his fingers out roughly and immediately replaced it with his dick, not taking any time to pause, just letting it slide steadily in as Draco took all of it.
Tears brimmed the corner of his eyes as the pressure bordered on pain as Harry’s thick cock stretched him out, but he pushed his hips back nevertheless until Harry bottomed out with a quiet moan that was muffled by Draco’s hair. He immediately started moving, bending at the knees so he could angle each pound right into Draco’s prostate, while forcing his still damply covered cock against the cold dungeon wall. Draco moaned loudly, already seeing stars, completely overwhelmed by the sensation, the prickly fear that anyone could come out and see him like this at any moment, ass out, taking Potter’s dick as they stand in a puddle of his own piss. He thought back to the puddle of piss that spread around his chair while all of his classmates watched, back to when he thought he had visibly leaked in front of the class, hearing their laughs and jeers, blushing at the suggestion that he be put in nappies. The same images flashed through Harry’s mind from his own perspective, the gut wrenching fear that Draco was about to humiliate himself in front of the class because of their dirty kink, the crushing reality of Draco crying against him as his worst nightmare came true, the shame he felt himself for the little part of him that was still so horribly turned on by it all despite the anguish Draco was in.
He trailed his hands up Draco’s muscular torso, squeezing his nipples the way he liked it through the fabric of his shirt, feeling his own orgasm building strongly deep within him. His thrusts grew faster and harder, skin loudly slapping against skin in the quiet hallway, the light squelch of pissed clothes joining in the tune. His dick began twitching violently, pressing right against Draco’s prostate that was already so overstimulated by the pressure of his bladder that had been pushing down on it for so long. Harry had to slap his hand over Draco’s mouth to cut off the literal scream that ripped through his chest at the sensation, dangerously teetering over the edge of his own impending orgasm. Through the last waves of his own orgasm, he thrusted deep and reached up with his free hand to squeeze lightly on either side of his throat, cutting off the already obstructed airflow. Draco writhed under him, screaming into Harry’s hand, drool threatening to spill out the sides of his mouth as his head swam and his vision blurred as he tipped right over the edge, shooting hot jets of cum into his cold damp pants, humping the wall furiously as Harry released the last of his load inside of him.
Slowly, Harry pulled his hand away from Draco’s mouth, instead pressing it against the side of his head and pulling him in as he pressed a reverent kiss against his temple. He was at an utter loss of words to convey what he was feeling, so instead he just pressed a messy trail of kisses down the side of the blonde’s blissed out face while tucking himself back in and redoing his trousers, then pulled Draco’s pants and trousers back over his cum filled arse and spun him around, pushing him up against the wall once more to snog him senseless, before redoing his zipper, button, and belt buckle. Looking at his watch and seeing that they still had five minutes before classes let out, Harry pulled his wand out of his robes and pointed it at Draco, casting a cleaning spell over his trousers, but leaving his pants damp and filled with cum. Then, he raised the wand towards the puddle of piss on the ground below them, but Draco stopped him, quickly grabbing his arm.
“Don’t.” He said firmly.
“You want them to see you had a second accident? Right outside the classroom?” Harry raised his brow with a smirk as Draco gave a shy nod, cheeks twinged pink.
“You dirty little piss slut.” Harry teased, his voice dripping in adoration. “Come here.”
He picked Draco up, spinning him whilst stepping over the puddle then set him down and gave him one more tender, needy kiss, then grabbed his wrist and pulled as he broke out into a run.
“What’s the rush?” Draco gasped out, half sprinting, half being dragged by Harry. “We still have four more minutes left before class lets out!”
“Yeah but my dick is about to be hard again in like one and I am going to need to be inside you immediately .” Harry huffed out. “I don’t even know if we’ll make it back to your room in time.” He added, only sounding like he was partially kidding.
Draco let out a flustered noise of affirmation.
“Are you going to want it in my arse or in my mouth?” He asked earnestly.
Harry froze mid sprint.
“Goddammit, Draco.” And shoved him roughly up against the nearest wall.
Earlier…
Ron stepped out into the hallway. Between the water fountain charms, Malfoy’s, erm, predicament, and all that pumpkin juice he had at lunch, Ron was really dying for a wee himself, and after what he witnessed, he didn’t want to wait. He figured he’d just cut out a little early. As he strolled, he wondered if Malfoy and Harry would be in the bathroom or if they had gone straight to their dorms. Maybe he would go check on him and make sure the poor bloke was okay, that was a rough one, even for Malfoy.
He watched his feet, kicking them out while he walked, hands stuffed in his pockets, but was interrupted from his thoughts when he heard the sound of a muffled scream, and- was somebody clapping? With wet gloves on..?
Quickly, he looked up, only to spot Harry pounding into Malfoy rapidly with his hand around his throat. Before his foot could even hit the ground for his next step, he turned on his grounded leg, doing a complete 180, and briskly walked right back to the classroom. You know what I think I’ll just hold it. Hell, maybe I’ll just piss myself, anything is better than having to go see that again.
“‘Mione! ‘Mionnneeeee!” He moaned as he walked through the door. “I need you to obliviate me again. ‘Miooonnnneeeeee!!!!!”
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