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FireWhiskey, Chocolate, And The Aftermath	By : BellaMorte Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 12583 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-FireWhiskey, Chocolate, And The Aftermath
- 2-Drunk Snake, Confused Lion
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Draco sat on the couch, feet propped up on one of the arms as he leaned back against the other, letting his body sprawl out on the Gryffindor-red color that he loathed so much. The Slytherin Prince was rather bored out of his mind by now, with Ron and Viktor doing more than just snogging upstairs and the girls of the house locked in the kitchen pantry doing things Draco did not want to imagine for fear of the mental images that could come with it. The blond figured that if he was just going to sit, he would be comfortable, so for now he sat there with shoes off, his feet just in his black socks, the top three buttons on his shirt undone exposing a bit of his chest as well as his collarbone.

Draco didn’t care much that his platinum white hair shielded his eyes from the beautiful sight of Luna’s charmed ceiling. It was a lot like the ceiling of his boyhood school Hogwarts, changing to fit the theme or section of whatever happened to be going on inside. For now the ceiling showed a clear starry night that made the Slytherin not mind lying on the couch alone. “This isn't as bad as I thought it would be...” Draco mumbled to himself, bringing the round lip of his bottle of apple vodka to his own lips, sipping at it as he watched the stars twinkle down at him through his bangs.

Draco stayed like that for some time, counting stars to finding constellations until he heard the door open and close, making the blond turn to see none other than his old boyhood enemy, Harry Potter. Harry looked a bit lost, but then again he usually did, Draco mused to himself. He wore a white button-up collared shirt similar to Draco‘s, and the top few buttons had been undone to expose a bit of his chest and collarbone. Draco couldn’t help but admire the fact that the shirt seemed to fall perfectly around his built figure even if it was untucked; the same went for the black slacks that hugged his bottom. Harry's hair was tousled in its usual messy way that made the blond question if he ever tried to style it any other way. Even if Harry was the Slytherin Prince’s enemy for a good bit of his childhood, Draco couldn’t help but admit the Gryffindor golden boy cleaned up quite nicely.

“Looks like Mr. Potter finally decided to join the party," Draco drawled to the confused man, his words slurred from sipping at his apple flavored vodka. "Your wife and Granger are off shagging in the closet, and Luna's there," he said motioning to the kitchen where the girls’ soft cries could be heard, making Draco want to gag and force the mental pictures they conjured up from his mind. “The Weasel and Krum are upstairs doing the same,” he added, sitting up as he grinned up at his rival. "I’m bored out of my bloody mind… and horny...” Draco complained, muttering the last bit under his breath as he looked over the golden boy once more, taking in the rather delicious sight before him. "So... grab a bloody drink and get your arse over here.” He grinned, slurring his words once again. “Come on, entertain me, and while you’re standing there looking like a lost child, grab me an apple vodka, Potter,” he added, running a hand through his soft blond locks. He finished off his third bottle for the night before setting it down onto the floor beside the couch..

Harry stared at the Slytherin prince sitting on the couch directly before him. He had been taken off guard by the sudden information that the obviously-drunk Draco had given him the moment he walked into the room. "My wife... Hermione... Ron… What?" Harry sputtered, staring at the blond confusedly and taking in everything he had just said. Right then he heard a particularly loud but muffled moan float over from the kitchen area. Harry didn’t want to guess who the said moan belonged to.

"They're S-H-A-G-G-I-N-G in the closet," Draco said bluntly, sipping at his drink and wondering if the Gryffindor golden boy was always this dense. "Everyone is off with someone, and I’m bored out of my bloody mind." He slurred the words, slumping back onto the couch. He watched the Gryffindor let out a small sigh in either disbelief or confusion over the sudden spill of knowledge about his best friends and his wife. Those pants make his arse look great, Draco thought to himself; watching the brunette walk over to the alcohol table and grab two apple vodkas as Draco had requested. “Stop being so bloody stiff, Potter,” Draco growled, noticing the brunette was a bit tense as he took his seat beside the blond and handed him his drink. “Down a few of these, and relax,” Draco added, though his tone sounded more neutral now, even with the drunken slurring to his words.

Harry ran a hand through his hair, leaning back against the couch and gazing up at the ceiling. Everyone was off with someone and he was stuck with his old boyhood enemy, but he didn't mind. After years of dealing with the man, both of them had grown up and learned to deal with each other, and had even became friends! Well, associates would be a better word for it, not counting the few alcohol-induced shags he and the blond had together. Harry recalled that the last party that had the little prat there turned out to be a good day for everyone in general. He hated to admit it but Draco was great in bed, as long as he wasn’t talking. Maybe Harry should just loosen up, relax, and enjoy what was left of the night like the Slytherin Prince had suggested. "You know Malfoy; you're not that bad to have as company. Especially when you factor in your cuteness; that always helps.” He chuckled, glancing over at the intoxicated blond only to have his eyes widen when he felt his body being tugged forward, his emerald orbs locked with storm cloud grey ones, not noticing the man twitching with anger at being called ‘cute‘.

"Don’t. Ever. Call. Me. Cute, Potter," he heard the blond growl through clenched teeth, tugging on the man's tie to emphasize every word, even though the words were slurred due to the alcohol fogging the other man’s brain.

Once Draco let go of the his tie and shoved him back, Harry moved to sit up straight once more before fixing his tie. He took a moment to slip off his shoes, thinking he wouldn’t be going home for some time, and that his feet hurt a bit from work. Note to self, don’t call Malfoy cute when he’s drunk., he thought to himself, shifting to sit up more before opening his vodka. He knew he could take the blond when he was sober because Draco was rather predictable and always had been. He would be rash and wouldn’t think before he acted; but when he was drunk, the Slytherin could be anywhere from flirtatious to ready to cast the killing curse on you if you were not careful.

One thing Draco hated was being called 'cute' He despised the word. Him, a Malfoy, cute? It was a crude thing to even think of using the two words in a sentence like the golden boy had. “Call me cute again, see if you have the ability to father another spawn, Potter,” Draco growled, his voice laced with venom. Draco undid the cap on his vodka, taking a long sip from it and trying to cool his anger. He had grown quite a bit, and now instead of acting on his anger he chose to calm himself, or ignore it unless the cause of his anger continued to push his buttons.

Draco glanced over at his company. Harry had grown quite a bit himself; he hadn’t noticed till now. Then again, he never really paid much attention to the golden boy. The blond noted how the man’s hair had grown out; it was a lot shaggier than it was when he was a child. It seemed to be a bit tamer though, compared to the un-kept mess it had been. Draco let his gaze wander to the man’s neck, watching as the skin and muscle waved and danced as the Gryffindor swallowed. The motioned seemed to mesmerize him. He couldn’t help but admire how he could see every inch of every bit of muscle and sinew in his boyhood enemy’s throat, only to stop when he noticed Harry pulling the bottle away to wipe the small bit of liquid from his lips. Draco’s gaze was now left to study the boy’s mouth, rather liking how the man’s pale pink lips glistened a bit from the lighting in the room. Draco continued to study the man’s features with his slate gray eyes, noting the way the other man's emerald eyes sparkled, and the way his hair would settle around his face whenever he moved his fringe out of his eyes, only to be shaken from his reverie when he realized the object of his fascination had spoken to him.

“Is there something on my face? You keep staring at me,” Harry asked again and used a hand to wipe across his face, noticing the blond's intense staring. He raised a brow when the Slytherin Prince quickly moved away from him to sip at his drink once more. Guess not, he thought to himself, watching the man. He was curious as to why Draco Malfoy, of all people, was staring so intently at him, especially at his lips. Harry allowed himself to dwell on the possibilities of why the man had been staring at him as he brought the bottle to his lips once more, taking a few long gulps from it before noticing the blond was staring yet again. “You're staring again Malfoy. Do you want to kiss me or something?” the Golden Boy teased, running a hand through his hair and leaning his head back just a tad before running his tongue over his lips. His eyes locked on Draco as he wondered just what the man would do if he attempted to be sexy around him. That was a foreign thought to the brunet; he had never attempted to be anything but himself. If it were up to him, he would just leave his hair as is, rarely shave, and never worry about finding clothing that fit his form. Luckily, he had married a woman who would not allow it, and who actually made Harry look good and get in touch with his fashion sense, even if most of it was still his house colors of gold and maroon.

Grey eyes narrowed a bit, watching the pink tongue running over matching pink lips after hearing the brunet’s words. Potter was seducing him. If the Slytherin Prince had been sober he would have caught on to the fact that Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, Gryffindor’s star who killed the Dark Lord... had been seducing him. “At least snogging you would be an improvement to sitting here being bored out of my bloody mind, Potter,” Draco slurred, watching the brunet and actually thinking about snogging the Gryffindor. He had done it before, so it wasn’t like it was anything out of the ordinary. After a few minutes of silence Draco spoke up once more. “I think I will take you up on that offer, Potter.” He grinned before reaching over to the brunette to grip his tie and, tugging him close once more, crashing his lips against the brunet's, not giving him a chance to get away.

Harry had brought up the idea; he would have to deal with the consequences. It didn’t take long for Harry to submit to the Slytherin prince, parting his lips when he felt the blond's tongue probing against his lips, and earning the man soft moans as the kiss deepened. He’s amazing at snogging, I wonder how good he is when he’s sober? Harry wondered to himself as he reached his hands up to tangle his fingers into the sleek blond hair, tugging it gently and earning soft groans from Draco when the man broke the kiss. “Not bad, Potter,” he heard the man say, slightly breathless. Harry didn’t notice the blond had been copying his own movements by tangling his own hand into the dark hair. A gasp escaped the golden boys lips when his hair was roughly yanked back, forcing him to look up at the ceiling, only to let out a moan when he felt teeth biting into a rather sensitive spot on his neck. He hated how sensitive his neck was, and how he got so turned on when he was bitten. “Your moans are so sexy, Potter...” he heard the Slytherin Prince practically purr in his ear; he shivered from the feeling of Draco’s hot breath against his ear. “I wonder what your screams sound like.” Harry heard the man whisper huskily, causing his own trousers to tighten a bit.

“For now, why don’t I put that mouth to good use for once?” The blonde grinned, using the grip on the Gryffindor’s hair to shove the man’s head into his lap. “Suck it, Potter,” he growled, moving back a bit so he could lean against the armrest of the couch, keeping his grip on Harry’s hair and not giving the man any chance to protest. “I know you and the Weasel did this in school, so don’t act like you haven’t before.” He watched the brunet, who was currently staring at his crotch, seeming unsure if he wanted to oblige him or not. “That wasn’t a question. I said suck it,” Draco growled, yanking the brunet’s hair and drawing a yelp in protest, along with an emerald glare. “Deal with the consequences. Next time you will think before you offer me something, Potter,” Draco spoke in a sweet tone, though he had a very sly grin playing on his features when the man finally submitted to his demands.

“Good boy” Draco purred, feeling Harry undoing his pants. He lifted his hips just a bit to allow the other to tug them down far enough to expose his black tenting boxers. “If you do a good job, I’ll give you a treat.” He groaned softly when he felt the other man’s lips ghosting over the fabric, every so often nipping softly. Draco closed his stormy grey eyes halfway, still watching the sight before him. “Stop teasing Potter, suck it,” he ordered after a few minutes, giving the brunet a slight yank to his hair to emphasize his point. The Slytherin Prince licked his lips, watching the Gryffindor pull him out of his boxers and grinning at the slightly shocked look he got from the man. He loved the way Harry looked when he gave his throbbing cock a few testing licks before slipping his lips around the tip. “Mmm, just like that, Potter,” Draco groaned, pushing down on the man’s head a bit, urging him to take even more as he began to bob his head.

Draco had to admit, the Golden Boy looked absolutely shaggable with a cock in his mouth. “Mm, you’re pretty good at sucking cock, Potter. I wonder how much you have done this.” Draco's voice came out as a groan, and he pushed the brunet's head down more, making the Gryffindor take even more of him. “Not as good as me, but close enough,” he added, watching the man. “Relax your throat,” he ordered the brunet before using his hand to push the man’s head down more, thrusting his hips a bit. “Mmm, j-just like that, Potter.” He moaned deeply, letting his head fall back as he continued to thrust gently into the man’s hot mouth. Salazar, this feels amazing. Who knew Potter was so good at sucking cock, Draco thought to himself, watching the brunet through half -lidded eyes.

After a few minutes Draco yanked the man’s hair. “That’s enough, I don’t want to cum to early.” He grinned, licking his lips at the sight before him. Harry looked rather delicious; his lips were parted as he panted, a light blush rested on his cheeks, glasses askew. “Strip,” Draco ordered, shoving the man back against the other arm of the couch before reaching down to stroke his cock a bit. He grinned wickedly. “I’m going to fuck you.”

Harry did as he was told, sitting up and wiping the bit of drool from his lips. Even if he hadn't really had a choice, he rather enjoyed sucking the blond off. He loved the way he could make Draco moan, and in turn it had excited him; the slight tent to his dress slacks was proof enough. Harry moved off the couch, going over to a radio and turning the dial until he found a song with a good beat. He was going to have some fun with this; he blamed the alcohol in his system for his actions now.

He couldn’t help but grin when he noticied the confused look on the blond's face as he shook his hips a bit to the beat of the music, closing his eyes trying his best to recall the way he had seen the woman strip at his bachelor party. It had been his Hogwarts’ dorm mates' idea (since they were throwing him the party), even though he had not really wanted it. Even if the he had never really admitted it, Harry would have preferred having a guy stripping and dancing for him rather than some big breasted blond named Candi who smelt of cheap perfume and sex. What kind of a name was Candi, anyway? He hoped that the woman’s mother had not named her that.

Harry was shaken from his thoughts when he heard Draco ordering him to strip already. Harry ran his hands under his shirt, exposing his toned abdomen to the Slytherin before he began to undo the buttons. He let it slowly slip off his shoulders, his hips never stopping their sway to the music. He hoped that Draco licking his lips and stroking himself meant that he was doing an alright job. He felt a bit silly doing it, but the alcohol seemed to make him loose enough to be able to attempt something like this.

Once the Gryffindor’s shirt slipped off from his body, Harry used his own hands to run over his chest, softly clawing and groaning a bit at his own touch. His gazed up at the blond, emerald eyes locking on storm-grey. “Pants, Potter,” he heard the Slytherin urge him on once more, and his hands drifted lower as he swayed his hips a bit more as the song changed. This one had a faster beat, but not too fast. He recognized the muggle singer as well as the song. It was called “For Your Entertainment” by a muggle known as Adam Lambert. He couldn’t help but grin a bit at how well the song fit what was happening between him and the Slytherin Prince. In Harry’s opinion, the song fit Draco very well.

Harry undid his belt, as well as the button on his slacks, slipping one hand into the seams, toying with himself for a moment and moaning. He was hard. Harry removed his hand, both hands trailing over his body while he danced. Every so often he slipped one hand into his trousers to pleasure himself again for a moment. Harry undid his trousers completely before turning around slipping them down as well as his boxers, giving his blond lover-for-the-night a nice view. The blond moaned at the sight.

“When the hell did you get sexy?” Draco's question made the Gryffindor grin. “You're definitely not a saint anymore, Potter. Get back over here.” Once Harry was close enough, Draco shoved him back onto the couch, straddling his hips. “You could easily make a lot of money by becoming a stripper, Potter.” The blond grinned, undoing his own shirt and tugging it off before leaning down to steal the so-called innocent saint Potter’s lips once more in a heated kiss. His hands explored the man’s tanned, toned torso. Draco grinned, hearing the soft gasp escape the man’s lips when he tweaked the man’s nipples. He couldn’t help but admire just how sensitive certain parts of his body were.

After a few more minutes of exploring the brunet's body, and earning moans and gasps from the Gryffindor, Draco separated himself from the man enough to strip off the rest of his clothing and grab his wand to cast a lubrication spell on his slender fingers. “Time for some fun,” he grinned, slipping a slick finger past the Golden boy’s tight ring of muscle and earning a groan from the man. “You like this eh, Potter?” Draco purred, storm-grey eyes watching the man’s face as he added another finger, making sure to brush his fingers against the bundle of muscle and loving how it made the man squirm and moan under his touch. “Tell me Potter, Do you touch yourself down here?” he asked curiously, noting how much the man was enjoying having the blond’s fingers inside him.

“Y-yes, I d-don’t like to w-wank”

Draco heard Harry gasp out when he let his fingers rub against the sweet spot for a moment. A smirk appeared on the Slytherin’s face at Harry’s words. “You get yourself off by this, but you don’t wank. Naughty, Potter.” Draco teased, slipping a third finger into the man and thinking about how sexy the man must look when toying with himself. Even if he would forget about it in the morning when the alcohol left his system, Draco was going to enjoy this.

Harry let out a frustrated whine when he felt the wonderful fingers slipping out of him. He looked up at Draco who was just standing there grinning. “Don’t stop,” Harry panted desperately. He was far too turned on to stop now.

“Beg for it, Potter. Tell me how much you want my cock fucking your tight arse,” He heard the Slytherin Prince's drawling command, and it made Harry groan in frustration. He hated begging, but he knew if he didn’t he would get nowhere, and would be left wanting more than just his own touch. Seeing as how his wife, and even his best mate who he fancied a bit were busy doing their own things, he was left with Draco. “Godric, Malfoy, just fuck me” Harry groaned, reaching a hand down to stroke himself a bit only to have his hands pinned above his head.

“Oh no, can’t have you touching yourself when you’re supposed to be begging for me to fuck you.” Draco purred against Harry’s ear, and he shivered.

“Fuck me, Malfoy,” Harry begged, not wanting to deal with games anymore.

“I know you can do better than that, Potter,”

Harry groaned at the blond’s words. He hated this. “You’re a bloody fucking git.” Harry hated that he had to beg to none other than Draco Malfoy, who was smirking rather smugly down at him.

“You know you want me, Potter.” Draco grinned, pressing the tip of his erection against the Gryffindor’s tight ring, only to pull away when he felt the man’s body pressing back against him, earning a frustrated groan from the brunette. Draco knew the man wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer if he kept up this teasing. It amused him just how stubborn the Golden boy was. After a few more minutes of Draco teasing Harry by gently prodding his entrance with the tip of his erection, he noticed a defeated look in the brunet’s eyes and watched him swallow hard in frustration.

“Fuck me Draco, I can’t take this anymore, I want your cock,” the brunet begged, his voice dripping with desperation, and a smug grin appeared on the pale boy's face at his victory.

“Good boy,” Draco purred and cast the lube charm on himself before setting his wand aside. “I would have preferred more, but I want to make you scream.” His words slurred together from the alcohol in his brain, and he pushed the Gryffindor’s legs up to rest against his shoulders before positioning himself. “Here is your reward, Potter,” he smirked, pushing into the tight ring of muscle and loving the way the Gryffindor’s body pushed back against him in desperation. “Mm, you're pretty tight, Potter, for someone who likes to get off from their fingers‘” Draco groaned, loving the way the brunet gasped and moaned as he sheathed himself inside of the man. He gave Harry a few moments to get used to the intrusion, and waited until he felt the man squirm a bit underneath him in desperation, enjoying the way Harry pushed against him and whimpered. The lust in his eyes made Draco want to ravage the man even more. Once Draco felt the man under him squirm a bit he pulled out to the tip, then thrust back into him hard, loving the way he tore a gasp from Harry’s lips. “You really wanted to be fucked, didn’t you, Potter?” Draco panted, picking up his pace a bit, loving the way the man under him would jerk a bit when he gave a particularly hard thrust. “Come on, moan for me, Potter,” he ordered, leaning down to bite hard at the man’s neck, making Harry moan louder and arch his back. I wonder if he knows how much he looks like a slut when he’s being fucked, Draco thought to himself, and dug his nails into the man’s hips and thrust harder, leaning down to steal the Gryffindor’s perfect lips in a heated kiss.

Harry couldn’t help but to moan out every time he felt the sharp pain of teeth sinking into his neck, combined with a hard thrust. He loved it. He found himself clawing at the couch, arching every so often when he felt the Slytherin pound hard into his sweet spot, making him cry out. Harry let out a small whine in protest when he felt the man pulling out of him, leaving him feeling empty.

“Bend over the arm of the couch,” Harry heard Draco order when the kiss was broken. It took him a moment to register the order he was given. “Hurry up, Potter,” he heard the man snarl, his voice hoarse with lust, and the Gryffindor complied. Harry positioned himself, using the armrest of the couch and keeping his arse in the air. He rarely submitted to anyone; his Gryffindor pride wouldn’t let him. Yet here he was, submitting to Draco Malfoy. A loud moan ripped through his throat as he felt the blond filling him once more with a sharp thrust. Harry hated to admit it, even to himself, but he loved the way Draco fucked him. Hard and rough; it was perfect. “That’s right, Potter. Moan for me,” he heard the Slytherin Prince growl as he picked up his pace, thrusting into Harry hard and fast, making the brunet grip the couch arm, groaning loudly.

Draco removed a hand from the Gryffindor’s waist, and clawed roughly down the man’s back, smirking at the way Harry cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure, his body arching to meet his touch. “Potter really likes it rough” he thought to himself as he dragged his nails down the man’s back a few more times, admiring the red marks that were made while he thrust viciously. I want him to scream. Draco growled a bit as he grabbed a fistful of the other man’s dark hair and roughly yanked him back against his own body. “Scream for me, Potter,” Draco hissed against the man’s ear, loving the way Harry shivered at his words. Draco thrust even deeper into the man, searching out that particular bundle of nerves that he knew would make the man scream, preferably his name.

After few moments of thrusting into the brunet, Draco had succeeded in finding the Boy Wonder’s sweet spot; a smug grin formed on his features at the scream he had earned. “G-Godric! Right t-there, please h-hit that s-spot again,” he heard the man beg, reaching a hand back to tangle into Draco’s soft blond locks and tugging them a bit in desperation, his free hand clawing over his own chest. “P-please” Draco heard Harry beg.

“You liked that eh, Potter?” Draco growled against Harry’s ear, slowing his pace to a gentle thrust, cruelly teasing the man.

“Yes!” The brunet gasped desperately, praying Draco would continue what he had been doing before, his body pushing back against the gentle thrusting. “Please fuck m-me harder,” he begged, definitely not approving of the new pace. “Please, I need it,” Harry begged, whining softly. His Gryffindor pride had long been tossed out the window, now he just wanted Draco, to fuck him furiously, to hit that one spot that sent electric jolts of pleasure through his body and made stars explode behind his eyes.

“Please, Draco...” Harry pleaded, desperately moaning the blond's name in the hope that it would get him what he wanted. Glancing back over his shoulder, he saw the blond watching him with a triumphant grin, knowing all too well how much the man was loving having Harry Potter, The Boy-who-Lived, begging like a wanton whore for the Slytherin Prince’s cock. A whimper left the his lips as he felt Draco yank his head back roughly and once again sink his teeth into the sensitive skin on his neck as the gentle teasing thrust turned into rough, hard thrusting, eliciting loud cries from the brunet's parted lips.

Draco didn’t think he had been ever turned on as much as he was right now. Having Harry Potter tugging at his hair, pressing back against him, begging, and using his first name made him want to shag the Gryffindor completely senseless. “Scream my name, Potter,” Draco panted into Harry's hair, yanking on his raven locks as emphasis before he began to thrust roughly into Harry’s sweet spot. The blond grinned, leaning down to bite fiercely along the man’s neck and shoulder, not caring how many marks he was leaving. All he cared about right now was drinking in the sound of Harry Potter screaming his name in pure pleasure. “Good... Just like that, Potter.” Draco moaned against Harry’s neck, feeling himself growing closer and closer to losing himself.

“C-Close!” Draco heard Harry cry out desperately as the man pushed back against every thrust, almost riding his cock in the position they were in.

“I’m going to fill you up, like a slut, Potter,” Draco moaned against the brunet’s ear, grinning at the way Harry shivered and cried out his name as he thrust into the man’s sweet spot once again. Draco felt himself growing closer and closer to release inside of the Gryffindor. He reached with his free hand to grip the man’s hip, keeping him from moving, giving it his all as he thrust hard and deep into Harry. “Scream my name when you come, Potter,” Draco moaned against Harry's ear, grunting at each thrust. The blond felt the man tightening around him, hearing the brunet cry out his name, body trembling, his hand tugging the blond’s hair harder as he lost himself, spilling over the cushions below them. “F-fuck, Potter,” Draco groaned, not being able to hold himself back anymore with the brunet contracting around him.

Within moments of their mutual release, Draco pulled out of Harry, settling back on the clean side of the couch, running a hand through his damp blond locks and grinning as he watched Harry leaning over the arm to catch his own breath. “That was fun. I didn’t know you would be such a great shag, Potter.” Draco laughed breathlessly, licking his lips and watching a bit of his own release dripping down the man’s inner thigh, barely noticing Harry was talking to him. “Repeat that?” Draco said, shifting his gaze to see the Gryffindor gawking at him.

“Who keeps yelling ‘Daddy‘?” Harry asked again. He had been hearing faint calls coming from what he believed to be in a room upstairs. Harry moved to sit on the couch, cringing a bit at the pain in his lower back. He would be feeling it in the morning for sure. The Gryffindor raised a brow when he noticed Draco began to laugh at what he had asked. “What’s so funny?” Harry questioned watching as Draco picked up the apple vodka he had been drinking before their romp, taking a long swig.

“I’m surprised you haven’t realized who that is Potter. Were you always this dense?” Draco laughed, sitting up and leaning closer to the brunet to whisper the answer, a grin forming on his lips at how Harry’s expression changed. His face had confusion written all over it, eyes wide, with a slight blush on his cheeks. “You heard me, Potter.” Draco grinned, taking another sip from his drink.
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