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Harry pulled his invisibility cloak out his cluttered trunk, digging past old junk T-shirts, and slipped quietly out of the room he shared with Malfoy. Malfoy should be stuck in so-and-so’s class right now.
Invisible, Harry made his way toward the prefects’ bathroom. It was four in the evening, when most students were still finishing their last classes. He always used the same one, the far corner bathroom on the left, the one no one ever bothered with. As he walked down the corridor leading to it, blood rushed down to his easily excited groin, his focus narrowing with every step.
It was obvious to Harry now, and he didn’t hide from it or shy away anymore. He was a sex maniac. He’d spent seven years at Hogwarts focused on surviving, pushing everything else, especially his sexuality, down as far as it would go. Now it had come back hard, like it had been waiting its turn.
Leaving the wizarding world for the Muggle one had been a release. People there were more open about things that were whispered about here and south of London he’d found a place where no one knew his name or his history. He’d taken maximum advantage of that. Tried different men. Learned what he liked and didn’t. One thing was clear: he liked sex, and he liked having lots of it.
Back at Hogwarts, there were others in his year who felt the same. He’d slept with Leo Carter a few times. Carter was big, good enough, but then he started acting strange, calling Harry beautiful, looking at him like it meant something more. Harry ended it before it could turn into any of that.
He tried several other blokes and eventually settled for the immense pleasure he got from playing with himself.
That was exactly what his mind was occupied with right now. The spellwork thrummed low and steady, a large magical dildo lodged inside him, twisting and turning just right, working him so well he was on the edge of seeing stars.
Harry barely registered the sharp, steady footsteps. If he’d been more aware, he would’ve known exactly who they belonged to.
The unlocked door swung open. A familiar scent: heavenly, expensive, unmistakably Malfoy, filled the bathroom as a flash of silver passed him.
Harry blinked, breath catching, skin slick beneath the invisibility cloak. Malfoy moved straight to the urinal beside him and stopped, turning toward it. He set his feet apart, one on either side of the porcelain, close enough that Harry could feel the heat of him through the air.
Malfoy let out a long, tired sigh. Without any hurry, he shrugged his cloak open, fingers working down the front of it before moving to his trousers. The sound of fabric shifting was loud in the quiet room. He leaned forward slightly, bracing himself against the urinal as he finished undoing himself, completely at ease, completely unaware as his fingers closed around and held the most succulent, long, fat dick Harry had ever had the pleasure of seeing.
Harry's mouth had gone dry and his breathing erratic as he felt a soundless, deep arousal stir in him. All the shock gone from the previous interruption.
Malfoy stepped back from the urinal, shook off and fastened his trousers. He buttoned his exquisite cloak, smoothed his hair back into place and exited the bathroom.
The evening later, Harry waited on his bed, watching as Malfoy went about his bedtime routine. His gaze followed him without really meaning to, tracing the way Malfoy moved, the way he carried himself. Harry’s thoughts drifted back to what he knew Malfoy carried in his trousers, and he couldn’t stop the reaction it stirred in him. He drank in the sight of the tall, broad figure with a lust he could barely control.
Malfoy seemed to sense the weight of Harry’s gaze. He turned slowly, meeting Harry’s eyes for a brief, wordless moment, and then turned away again, returning to his own business without a word.
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Harry's heart thumped against his chest, he almost laughed out at the absurdity of his daring nature and quest. 'The things I do for dick' A crazy grin spread across his face as he tiptoed over to Malfoy's bed, wincing when he heard the old wooden floor boards beneath his feet creak softly in the dead silence of the night.
Harry looked down at Malfoy’s resting form. His sharp features had softened at the edges, glowing in the moonlight streaming through the glass window. He took a moment to admire just how handsome his childhood nemesis had matured to become. His blonde eyebrows no longer arched at him in indignation, and his pale, thin lips no longer curled into scowls of hatred. Harry and Malfoy strangely respected each other’s space now, keeping their distance and avoiding unnecessary conflict neither had the energy for. The last time Malfoy had spoken directly to him was when he’d returned Harry’s wand, offering a clipped word of gratitude.
Harry's knee met the edge of the bed, causing it to give way beneath him. He gathered the heavy blankets in one hand, creating an opening to slip beneath them, and then arranged his body to straddle Malfoy, whose slumber remained undisturbed, marked by the steady rhythm of his breathing.
Harry's heart pounded against his ribs as adrenaline flooded his system. His smooth hands trembled slightly as he reached for Malfoy's groin, caressing the rigid length through the fabric. Growing impatient, he carefully worked at the silk knot, easing the silk pants down to reveal the promising bulge straining against his boxers.
His mouth watered at the sight, and he adjusted his position before lowering his face to inhale deeply against Malfoy's clothed erection. Harry found himself in a kind of trance, his mind focused entirely on the vulnerable cock before him. His own arousal throbbed insistently as he slowly lowered Malfoy's boxers, finally revealing his feast for the night.
Harry's breath caught as his fingers closed around the thick, limp member. He froze when Malfoy stirred beneath him, the steady rhythm of his breathing disrupted. Intoxicated by the feel of Malfoy's flesh in his hands, Harry knew he had to make the most of these precious moments before consciousness fully returned to Malfoy and he be thrown across the room in shock and rage.
Harry's tongue flicked forth, a greedy beast nipping at the tip before tracing a languid path along the rigid shaft. His mouth dripped copious streams of saliva that coated the throbbing flesh, a slick testament to his hunger. He attempted to consume the entirety of its magnificent length, his mouth working in a desperate rhythm to cover and suckle every inch. With eyes screwed shut in rapt concentration, they rolled back into his skull of their own volition as he devoured the rapidly hardening member. His motions slowed to gentle, teasing nips as he caught his breath, and when his lids fluttered open, they locked with a pair of stark grey eyes blown wide with shock. The form beneath him was utterly still. Harry froze for a mere second before bestowing a deliberate, open-mouthed kiss upon the shaft, his gaze never leaving Malfoy's. He heard Malfoy release a tremendous, shuddering breath. A maniacal grin stretched Harry's lips before he engulfed Malfoy's cock once more, swallowing him deep, the blunt head striking the back of his throat though he had taken only half of its staggering length. His head began to bob in a hypnotic, trance-like cadence, his eyes rolling upward as he surrendered completely to the act.
To his astonishment, a strong hand seized Harry's soft curls in a vice-like grip, tightening with a desperate urgency as Harry continued to devour him. The hold yanked Harry from his prize, halting his ministrations abruptly. He panted like a creature in heat, his tongue lolling from his open mouth as his head remained suspended, floating in Malfoy's unyielding grasp. Malfoy surveyed the sight before him with lust-addled eyes, then brought his other hand down to grip his saliva-slicked cock, aiming it before forcing it past Harry's willing lips. Harry latched on instantly, surrendering to the rhythm as Draco began to fuck his warm mouth at a steady pace. Harry hummed around the thick flesh, the vibrations punctuated by Draco's raw, sexy grunts of pleasure.
Harry lost track of time amid the ordeal, tears tracing paths down his face as his initial hums morphed into desperate whimpers, his throat raw and inflamed from the relentless friction. Draco's expression twisted with primal hunger. At last, registering Harry's pained cries, Draco released his fistful of Harry's hair, allowing him to collapse against his crotch. Harry panted heavily, drawing in ragged breaths while Draco did the same. Only then, as one ache subsided, did Harry register the sharp throb in his own lap, his small cock pulsed agonizingly against the tight fabric of his underwear. Still twisted atop Draco, Harry yanked the underwear down as far as he could manage, his fingers wrapping around his shaft to stroke it frantically, moans spilling out in overwhelmed need.
A command cut through his quiet sobs: 'Sit up.' Harry complied, locking eyes with Malfoy and instantly grasping the unspoken order in that intense gaze. He swallowed hard, a mix of dread and thrill churning inside him, before grasping Malfoy's cock and guiding it to press against his hole.
Harry's desire surged back, overriding everything as he met Malfoy's gaze with bold hunger, rubbing the head of his cock teasingly against his entrance while smirking at Malfoy's frustrated exhale. He sank down gradually, inch by inch, drawing out the penetration to torment him further. A needy moan escaped Harry's lips, impatience building as the massive shaft stretched him wide, sensations overwhelming his thoughts in a haze of fullness he couldn't articulate. Malfoy thrust upward suddenly, burying the rest of his length inside Harry with a guttural groan, stuffing him completely.
Both paused to catch their breaths, tension coiling between them, before Malfoy started pumping his hips. His face tightened in focus, mouth parting in a deep groan of ecstasy. 'Fuck, it's so tight,' he muttered. Harry raked his nails across Malfoy's chest, scratching red trails into the heated skin while clutching at him desperately as Malfoy drove his thick cock deeper. Harry's head snapped back, eyes rolling upward, mouth agape in raw cries and whimpers that punctuated every slam.
His voice rose in desperate pleas: 'More, more.' He felt his body yielding, walls parting to take Draco's throbbing cock fully. 'Greedy bitch, such a greedy bitch,' Malfoy growled repeatedly, pounding relentlessly. His fingers clamped onto Harry's hips, bruising the skin with vivid red marks.
'Yes, yes, yes,' Harry wailed, his own cock spurting ropes of cum across their bodies as ecstasy and agony blended. Draco's grip on the soft mounds of Harry's hips turned vise-like, nails piercing skin and drawing thin lines of blood while he hammered toward release. With a final, thunderous grunt, he flooded Harry's clenching ass with hot bursts of semen.
Harry slumped onto Draco's chest the moment those punishing hands loosened. Draco rolled them sideways, curling around Harry from behind in a spooning hold, his breaths coming in warm, labored gusts against Harry's neck.
Harry's voice broke the quiet haze, a lazy murmur after their ragged breathing had evened out and the aftershocks faded. 'So we just leave it like that then?' He shifted slightly, fingers trailing back to where Draco's softened cock still nestled deep in his ass, a warm, lazy presence that made his hole twitch faintly around it.
'Don't move,' Draco ordered.
A grin tugged at Harry's lips, ooh he loved that tone, the command, the way it pinned him in place just like Draco's body did. 'Guess I'm your little cock sleeve for the night then,' he quipped, twisting his head to shoot Malfoy a playful arch of his eyebrow.
Draco's eyes flicked down, darkening as he met that teasing gaze. Without a word, he leaned in, capturing the tender skin of Harry's neck between his teeth. He pressed lightly at first, then bit down harder, nipping with a sharp tug that sent a shiver racing through Harry. A high-pitched squeal bubbled out, dissolving into giggles as the sensation tickled along his nerves, mixing with the dull ache in his stretched entrance.
Harry squirmed just a fraction, his ass clenching involuntarily around the limp shaft buried inside him, which drew a soft hiss from Draco. 'Told you not to move,' Draco murmured against his skin, lips brushing the fresh mark he'd left—a blooming red imprint that throbbed warmly. His hand slid up Harry's side, fingers splaying over his ribs, holding him steady in their tangled spoon.
But Harry couldn't resist pushing, his body buzzing with that post-climax glow. He rocked his hips ever so slightly, feeling the soft cock shift minutely within him, stirring a faint spark of renewed friction. 'What if I want you hard again? Right here, filling me up while you bite me like that.' His voice dropped to a husky whisper, his free hand reaching back to thread through Draco's hair, tugging lightly to urge him closer.
Draco's breath hitched against Harry's neck, his teeth grazing once more before he sucked at the spot, marking it deeper with a wet pull. The limp cock inside Harry began to twitch, thickening just a touch as Draco's hips pressed forward instinctively. 'Keep talking like that, Potter, and you'll be begging for more before dawn,' he grunted out, his hand dipping lower to grip Harry's thigh, spreading him wider in their embrace.