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Sleeping Dogs II	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 30426 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Author's Notes: Hmm, so I'm trying to figure if I should jump to Harry/Draco/street dog thing after this, or play with Neville a bit. That coyote is definitely growing on me...
Tesgura: Lol, I don't take it personally. There are just some fics tough to comment on, even if very fun to write (and possibly read). Although, I know if people don't like it, I'll definitely hear about it! This is actually my second most popular fic in a page count to chapter post ratio. Bending Time ranks top, and that was sitting half written for five years until I recently finished it—Although, probably still one of my favorites. I'm definitely planning on Neville not being quite so zombie like with Blaise... and just plain crazy soon. <3

Mating the Mutt

Draco dragged himself back to the castle around midnight, Lupin showing up—without food—to warn they were all in potential danger and needed to scatter for a while. Draco had mixed feelings about it at the time, Black buried deep inside him and threatening to follow him to bed. It had sounded like a fine idea, especially because Draco would make his gruff cousin carry him. But Remus had put a stop to that, and all sex in general, when he explained what happened.
Remus and Harry were possibly outed, if not as a werewolf and undocumented animagus, definitely as a professor fucking a student. They all needed to be alert for the spy. Remus being removed from the school could leave Harry open to attack. Sirius had to go back to the snowy forest, but would stay close in case needed. For now the man insisted on prowling the grounds as Padfoot, scenting for anyone that might have followed Remus back to the shack.
Draco slept straight through Saturday breakfast and lunch, waking up hungry, sore, and decidedly sticky late afternoon. There was something off about him, but wasn't quite sure what. He was horny, but that wasn't new since hooking up with Harry a while back. It was something else. Something that on standing made him feel disoriented. Draco figured it out soon enough after his shower. When trying to pull his clothes on he found that his pants were too short and his shirt was pinching his biceps and chest. He had grown overnight, and thankfully not into a bitch.
Draco had worried a bit before falling asleep, wondering if he had been turned into another Harry. Not that Draco didn't love Harry—he totally fucking did—but he sure didn't want to be Harry. The boy was in a constant state of arousal, and was never fully satisfied unless full of cock. It was hardly an ideal existence. Draco knew how much his boyfriend suffered at times, and also how much Harry loved it.
He was upset he hadn't gotten to see Harry at all yesterday. Hopefully the boy wasn't moping, or worse, causing trouble. Harry was a fucking menace when upset; pranking, fighting, and all around surly. Draco planned to make it up to the mutt, even if he was a day late. Spelling his clothes to fit properly, Draco jogged up to the Great Hall to grab a quick, very late lunch.
He found Harry sitting on the steps going up to the Gryffindor tower, next to, but not talking to, a bunch of his chatting dormmates. Ron and Seamus gave Draco particularly angry glares, surprising since Draco had let up on the whole Slytherin vs Gryffindor thing once he had started seeing Harry. Harry didn't care if he fought with the others, but Draco figured it would be best to not make life an absolute hell for Harry, seeing as the brunette had to coexist with the other boys for the next four years.
“Lost, Malfoy?” Ron jeered, standing along with Seamus and two Ravenclaw fourth years Draco hadn't bothered to learn the names of.
“Yes, Weasel, I'm fucking lost,” Draco said with a bored air, pausing to lean on the banister. “That would be the only explanation for me to be looking at your damn spots right now.” Backing off didn't mean Draco put up with Gryffindor shit.
Ron glared, stepping down the stairs and facing Draco. He hesitated, uncertainty crossing his features. Draco realized what the confusion was, Ron forced to look straight at him instead of down since the blond's bizarre growth spurt of last night. Fucking brilliant.
“Let's go, Malfoy,” Harry said, standing and hooking a finger into Draco's belt loop. Draco glanced over, surprised Harry was actually addressing him. Usually the boy liked to pretend they were still enemies, not wanting to arouse suspicion. Apparently being in Harry's pack came with other benefits, a very sweet one that made Weasley wail in disgust.
“What, you two are friends now!” Ron said angrily, turning on Harry. “You haven't talked to me for weeks, and now you're hanging out with bloody Slytherins? What the hell, Harry?”
Harry shrugged, completely uninterested. “Believe me, Ron, it's not a competition.”
“Not one you'd fucking win, anyways,” Draco added smugly, surprised with just how good it felt to be able to walk by people with Harry at his side. Draco could definitely get used to this. He smirked when Ron flipped him off, turning away from the Gryffindor area of the castle and towards the stairs that led down to the dungeons.
“I didn't realize you were hanging with them again,” Draco said, referring to Harry being with his housemates.
“Had to. Moony said I can't be alone anymore until he figures out who was spying. Have to be with a group, or a packmate at all times—It's going to get fucking annoying, really quick.”
Draco couldn't help but agree, seeing as Remus and him were the only ones in the castle. Harry would have to be with the Gryffindors for hours on end. “Is that why I get to walk around with you now?” He asked, disappointed and completely annoyed that he cared.
Harry glanced over at him, grinning shyly and then quickly looking away. “No.”
Draco's heart tripped, his blood feeling very hot in his veins all of a sudden. Smirking, he led them around a corner, then another, pushing Harry quickly into a room he had spelled open.
“Yeah? Then why, exactly, do I get the honor of walking side by side with the great Harry Potter?” Draco asked lowly, pinning Harry to the closed door, hands holding the boy's wrists down.
Harry panted up at him, smiling wickedly while looking Draco over. He reeked of sex, and from what Draco had heard from Remus, had not had a very good Friday. “Because you're going to be my mate, and I don't want to have to fucking pretend to hate you.”
“That is a very good answer, mutt. Very fucking good...” Draco kissed the grinning boy, Harry snickering and nipping at his lip.
“Wolfie... you look different... Good, really good, but different...” Harry pulled his wrists from Draco's grasp, hands moving over the taller boy's arms, squeezing at his biceps. “Fuck... You bulked up overnight.”
Draco nodded, watching Harry's face while the boy began pawing under his shirt. “Something to do with joining the pack. My magic feels stronger too... Your magic feels stronger...” He brushed fingers down Harry's throat, the brunette pausing from where he had pulled at Draco's silky, white-blond hair that now reached down to his nipples.
Harry looked down at himself, nose scrunching. “Don't think I bulked much at all.”
“Let me be the judge, hmm?” Draco teased, eyes running over Harry's oversized shirt. Frowning suddenly, he pulled away, stepping back into the room. “I got something for you. A gift.”
Harry blinked at him, gaze straying around the room for the first time. They had fucked there before, one of the Slytherin hidden lounges that littered the dungeons. “Is it sex? Please say it's sex.”
Draco was pretty sure that went without saying. “Get over here, slut. I'm sick of looking at those horrible jeans.” He had ordered some things for Harry over winter break, somewhat shy to actually give the gifts to the boy. Harry was oddly proud of his rotten clothes, and had an even harder time receiving gifts than he did compliments and sweet words. Draco rolled his eyes when Harry frowned down at the pile of packages he had wrapped in brown paper.
“Draco, you didn't have to...”
“Yes, I did,” Draco said, picking the nearest one up and tossing it to the boy. Harry caught it easily, frown only growing. “Open it. I'm not giving you an option, so you better fucking like them.”
Glaring as if the parcel was going to bite him, Harry cautiously tore the paper off, brows furrowing as... something was revealed. He shook the fabric out, the supposed black pants covered in silver chains and crossing straps. “What am I looking at here?”
“Pants. Fucking hot pants,” Draco said simply, tossing another package at the boy. Harry caught it one handed, staring at the strange pants before opening the next parcel. Draco reached over while Harry had his head bowed, snatching the boy's glasses so he could finally do the spell he had learned. Harry ignored him, just bending closer to see what he was opening.
It was a shirt, thin stretchy material nearly see-through when worn over his arms, and less transparent on his torso. There were also half a dozen spiked belts and bracelets with the shirt, Harry wrapping a few around his wrist while he glanced over to see what Draco was doing.
“You're trying to dress me,” Harry concluded, his voice void of any emotion. Draco glanced up, but continued his spell when he saw that Harry didn't look angry. Harry went back to opening packages, less wary as he tore through the brown paper and began piling the clothes. There was a lot, more clothes than Harry had ever owned probably in his entire life combined—which wasn't really saying much—and included briefs, socks, sneakers, and boots. It was all black, only hints of red or silver in the form of chains, zippers, clasps, and buttons. Harry tilted his head at the pile, not really sure what to make of any of it.
“Try it on,” Draco muttered, growling when the spell he was doing refused to stick.
Glancing uncertainly his way, Harry eventually shrugged, toeing out of his ratty sneakers and stripping off his jeans. He threw on the pair of pants nearest the top of the pile, fumbling to figure out how the flaps of materials and straps went. Harry had seen clothing like this before. It had been on a bunch of street punks, a group of angry assholes Harry had caught sight off damaging someone's car in the middle of London. It had definitely caught his eye at the time, as had their violent behavior.
“So you... like this kind of clothing?” Harry asked as he zipped up, peering sideways at Draco, who was still muttering over his glasses. He had never seen the Slytherin wear anything like this. Harry would have remembered. It was a big deal to get the sexy prat in jeans half the time. Draco turned his back to him, trying to focus, so Harry tossed his oversized shirt to the floor, pulling out the nearest clean shirt from the pile. It was a soft black t-shirt with white skulls and blood red roses pictured. It was strange to wear clothing that fit, the shirt clinging to him in unfamiliar ways. Not bad though... It wasn't bad. Just different. Harry grabbed the closest pair of sneakers, some brand logo he recognized as expensive, but hadn't bothered to learn the name of. He clicked some more bracelets on, scratching the back of his head as Draco began to swear loudly.
“Fuck... Fine, whatever. Fucking stupid, bloody... Oh. It worked.” Draco turned, smiling brightly with Harry's glasses in hand. Glasses he promptly dropped on seeing Harry. “Shit—Sorry.”
Eyebrows raised, Harry stooped and snagged his specs before his flustered boyfriend could step on them. His glasses didn't feel any different. He placed them on his nose, raising his gaze to Draco who was staring, silver eyes piercing as they roved over him.
“One more thing,” Draco said lowly, stepping up to Harry and grabbing him by the shoulder. Harry's glasses were again stolen away, Draco fumbling for a pencil in his pocket. “Stay still...” Harry gulped, motionless as Draco took the black pencil and ran eyeliner carefully around both his eyes. Done, he placed Harry's glasses back on, hand grasping the boy's messy locks and fluffing them up with intent.
“You seem to like this...” Harry commented, eyes following Draco as the blond began walking around him and running his hands over his new clothes.
“You don't?” Draco asked, grabbing Harry by one of his pant straps and pulling him hard against his body. “You look like a fucking wild dog. Very much my mutt.”
Harry grinned, Draco running his tongue up his neck. “I'll take your word for it. What did you do to my glasses?”
“Spelled them so they go invisible when you're wearing them,” Draco said, nipping down Harry's throat. He wrapped what Harry had first assumed was a long bracelet around his neck, clasping a spiky choker on him.
“Aren't spikes counter productive to getting close to me?” Harry asked, his grin growing when Draco growled and licked over the metal and leather, then nipped Harry's throat again. “Oh, I think you really like this, wolfie. You got me a whole bunch of clothes.”
“I want you to dress like this all the time. Give me your hands.” Harry did, Draco running his wand over each finger and painting Harry's nails with black enamel. “I knew you'd look good. It just fits you, mutt.”
“If you say so. I don't mind the clothes—I mean, I'm sure they're not quite normal, but I was getting sick of the holes and crap.” Harry glanced over at his tattered old sneakers, trying to remember how long he'd actually owned the damn things. “The makeup though... might not wear that much...”
Draco growled again, snapping his wand behind Harry and quickly muttering a spell. He then turned the brunette, pushing him towards the summoned mirror. Harry blinked, grinning awkwardly at his reflection.
“You look hot.”
“Err... it's different...” Harry mumbled, blushing slightly.
“It's sexy. Over the desk sexy. On your knees sexy. Up against the wall sexy,” Draco whispered sensually into his ear, pulling on Harry's collar and forcing his neck up. “You look wild.”
“Pretty,” Harry muttered. “I look pretty.” Without his glasses to hide them away, Harry could see exactly how the eyeliner made his green eyes pop even more beneath his dark brows, his lips somehow redder in contrast. The clothes fit him very well, Harry actually having a shape to his torso, revealing he had bulked a little bit after all from Draco joining the pack. His pants clung to his hips and ran straight down his legs to the bottom, looking actually really cool with all the straps. The black made his skin look paler, his dark features contrasting and pulling attention to his face.
Harry wasn't quite girly, but it was definitely on the stop and stare at the pretty boy level, and he wasn't sure how he felt about it. He had spent a lot of time trying not to be noticed. That would not be an option in these clothes.
“I like it,” Draco insisted, running his hand up, fingers tracing over Harry's lips. “I like you sexy, and I want people to see you sexy. I want people to know that this fucking crazy, sexy mutt is mine.”
Harry glanced over at Draco in the mirror, watching his beautiful boyfriend try to lick his lips from an impossible angle. “Are you... embarrassed by me?”
“No,” Draco snapped, glaring back.
Harry shrugged. “It's okay if you are. I mean, I'm kinda fucked up and all.”
“I am not embarrassed. Wanting to see you look as hot as possible does not mean I'm embarrassed by you,” Draco said gruffly, still refusing to let the brunette go. “I'm happy to hang out with you looking like a damn vagabond if you insist. I just prefer this instead.”
“Well... just... looking like this is kinda embarrassing for me,” Harry mumbled. “You know the guys are going to give me so much shit for the, um...” He pointed to his eyes and the kohl lining there.
“Who the fuck cares what they think?” Draco said with a huff, whirling Harry in his arms and holding the boy tight by his hips. “You look fucking amazing. And if anyone says shit, I'll beat the fuck out of them.”
“You're not going to—”
“Fine, you beat the fuck out of them,” Draco amended. “It'll give you something to do. You know, besides running from me.”
Harry raised his brows, Draco looking very intense all of a sudden. “Why would I run from you?”
“Because every time I see you like this, I'm going to have to fuck you,” Draco growled, stepping Harry backwards until his legs hit the back of a sofa.
“Oh... okay,” Harry said, unable to look away from Draco's searing silver gaze.
“And if you're dressed like this all the time... well, that could get a bit messy,” Draco continued, pushing Harry's t-shirt up. “Let's see... Breakfast... I'll probably have you right on the Gryffindor table. I don't think you'll be able to run far with so many people in the way.”
Harry gaped, eyelids half closing. “The t-table?”
“Yes... Three times a day on that table, I think. Fuck, maybe the bench. You could sit in my lap and ride me.” Draco smirked at Harry's appreciative groan, hands finding and tweaking the boy's nipples. “Then there's class... We don't have too many classes together, so that will make things a bit easier on you.”
Harry snickered, then gasped, Draco biting his neck hard. “Fuck... You don't... Shit, wolfie, you're kind of...”
Draco raised his head, cupping Harry's cheek and gazing into his eyes. “What?”
Harry had wanted to say Draco was different. The boy was rarely rough, even though Harry had hoped he'd be. Draco was usually as vanilla as it came, besides his very delicious habit of saying nasty, nasty things to Harry to get him hot—Or annoy him. It was hard to tell because everything Draco said, Harry usually found hot. But this look was very much Draco, loving and attentive.
Draco was also a full half a head taller than Harry now, and had more strength in his already powerful hold. Harry grinned up at the very sexy boy, liking all the new little changes that were happening to his boyfriend. Remus had said Draco begged for cock with him and Sirius. Harry would gladly wear some fucking makeup if Draco stopped being so vanilla with him.
“You're kind of nasty, wolfie.”
Draco inhaled sharply, pushing Harry down to his knees. “I think I have to be.”
“Yeah?” Harry reached his hands up, unzipping the boy's jeans and nuzzling his face into Draco's long erection.
“Yes,” Draco growled, tangling his fingers into Harry's hair and pulling hard. Harry groaned, looking up, lips parted wide as he waited for Draco to fuck his mouth. “I'm going to make you mine, and I just can't be fucking nice doing something like that. You don't like nice much.”
“Sometimes I—“ Harry did not get to finish his thought, Draco pushing fingers into Harry's mouth, touching the boy's tongue, running saliva over his gasping lips. He hissed at Harry's needy expression, quickly pulling the boy down, his hot mouth engulfing Draco's cock, lips latching tight and sucking. Draco pulled Harry back enough so he could see the boy's face clearly as he thrust shallowly into his mouth. The eyeliner was definitely sexy, along with the glasses-free view. It had taken him weeks to find that damn spell, and it had been worth it.
“Maybe I'll stick to fucking your mouth in class,” Draco murmured, free hand reaching under Harry's chin and fingering the collar there. He pulled it up, fingers moving to the back while Harry looked at him in wide eyed surprise. Harry opened his mouth wider, moaning around Draco's thick cock, hot fluid running down his chin. Draco tugged at the collar, careful pressure on Harry's throat, stealing small breaths of his air each time.
Harry had to fight the urge to pull Draco down and climb the boy until the blond mounted him already. His noble wolfie was not being prissy today, and Harry found it absolutely maddening. As if reading his thoughts, Draco tugged on Harry's collar again, holding him by it longer this time, the pressure on his throat growing while Draco rubbed the head of his cock over Harry's wet lips.
“F-Fuck,” Harry croaked, so hard he was certain he was going to come just from this. Draco definitely was. Harry could feel the boy's cock swelling, bright red tip dripping drop after drop of precum on his lips and tongue. Harry opened his mouth wider, urging Draco to push inside. Draco didn't, tightening his grip on Harry's choker again, pushing against the boy's tongue and tracing his swollen lips while Harry closed his eyes, fire moving through him from need and lack of oxygen. Harry gaped, jerking fitfully, his orgasm hitting him hard, his entire body feeling fuzzy and on fire at the same time while Draco's cum rained down on his face.
“Holy shit, Draco... Holy fucking hell...” Harry moaned, swaying, feeling dazed and very much amazed at his boyfriend. Draco sank to his knees, thoroughly licking Harry's face and kissing the boy's lips.
“Did you like that?” Draco asked smugly, Harry barking in laughter.
“Just christened these nice new pants with how much I liked that,” Harry rasped, his voice rough and weak. He began pushing at Draco's clothes, tearing at his shirt with quick, unsteady motions. Draco lifted his arms so he could be stripped, eyes lingering on Harry again in his black outfit and many bondage straps.
“I want to fuck you in these clothes,” Draco said decidedly, grabbing Harry's wrists with one hand and pulling the boy close. Green eyes again staring at him in surprise, Draco reached for Harry's zipper, unfurling it slowly and slipping his fingers inside. Harry groaned, hips rocking up, erection quickly renewing with each touch of Draco's hand.
Harry leaned forward, tongue reaching out, licking over Draco's lips, tasting, trembling. Draco growled, a very aggressive sound for Harry's normally controlled boyfriend. Harry suddenly found himself flat on his back, belt being ripped open, pants and underwear pushed down just below his ass. Draco raised his hand up to Harry's face, the brunette gasping and then eagerly licking his tongue out for his seed on Draco's fingers. Draco pushed his dripping fingers into Harry's mouth and ran them over his tongue. Harry wrapped his lips tight, so that when Draco pulled out, he got nearly everything he could drink.
“You still want this, right mutt?” Draco asked, pausing over Harry's prone form.
Harry blinked up in confusion, then smiled brightly, hooking a leg around the boy's waist. “I want to be yours, Draco. I want to be your mate.”
Draco nodded, looking very serious. “I... Well, I really fucking hope so, because I just went through a fucking hell of a night to join your pack. Not to mention the day that followed. And if you don't want to be my mate after all that, I just don't fucking know what the hell I'm going to do.”
Harry pulled the blond down on top of him, wrapping Draco tight, and ignoring the little hisses the boy made from his many spikes. “You could have come back with a tail and wolf ears, and I still would have wanted you, wolfie. You were so fucking beautiful—God, it was so hot to see you like that, under Sirius and wanting it so much. I was... I was afraid you'd be angry at me for drugging you...” Harry bit his lip, Draco meeting his gaze sharply. “Please tell me you're not angry.”
Draco nipped Harry's jaw, teeth holding him firmly in place for long moments. “I knew you were a demented, crazed mutt going into this, Potter. If you didn't drug me once in a while, I'd worry there was something wrong with you.”
Harry grinned wickedly, kissing the boy hard with swollen lips. “I'll remind you later that you said that,” he teased, trying to roll them. Draco wouldn't let him, pinning Harry firmly down, glaring warningly. Harry couldn't help but stare at Draco's more defined arms, running his hands up the muscles. Draco wasn't close to Remus's size, but Remus was a full grown werewolf. Draco could likely take Zabini down, even though half a head shorter than the boy and still slimmer and more compact. Draco had a new, vicious glint in his eye that made Harry think that if pushed, Draco would be just like Remus and Sirius. Brutal. Unforgiving. Unstoppable.
“You're moaning up a storm, slut,” Draco commented, watching Harry pant in earnest while rocking his hips.
“I like your... ah fuck... changes from joining the pack...” Harry answered honestly. He had been willing to accept Draco as a little prissy at times. This was very much ideal, and Harry was not going to complain.
“Yeah, well, I'm liking them too,” Draco said, suddenly pushing himself to his feet and standing. Harry stared up at him heatedly, green eyes bright with need, hand slowly moving down to his new pants and hard prick. Draco had planned on pulling Harry up and getting the boy on the couch, or maybe against the wall, but this was definitely good too, watching the brunette slowly touch himself in anticipation while wearing his very sexy new clothes.
Harry kept his eyes locked on Draco's as he began pumping his cock in long strokes. Smiling lazily up at the pale boy, he licked his lips as he jerked his hips up with every squeeze. “Take your pants off. I want to see the rest of you,” Harry demanded, eyes moving over Draco hungrily and resting on his crotch.
Kicking his shoes off, Draco dropped his jeans and stepped out of them, toeing them across the floor. Harry was suddenly on his knees again, grabbing Draco's underwear and tearing them down his thighs. Draco gasped, Harry turning him and pushing him up against the back of the couch.
“Did you like it, wolfie?” Harry asked breathlessly, mouth wide as he fanned heat over Draco's smooth, pale ass cheek. Draco stilled, eyes closing when he felt Harry kiss to the center between his firm cheeks, wet lips sucking gently on his flesh. “You looked so good,” Harry moaned, running his tongue out, feeling Draco's hips jolt forward as he tickled down his crack. “Fuck, I can still smell them on you...”
Draco groaned, Harry surging forward, tongue probing into his tight entrance and circling the muscles. Harry's touch was very different from the damn powerful, relentless men Draco had been with yesterday, his love sweet and so overcome with need he could barely coordinate his movements from all his trembling. It made Draco feel weak in a different way, knowing Harry needed him this much, had wanted to touch him like this and Draco had been so foolishly afraid. He panted while Harry used his thumbs to spread his cheeks wider, delving deeper inside him, each touch of hot, wet tongue making Draco dizzy and wild.
Harry pulled away, gasping, shaking as he tried to get to his feet while climbing up Draco's sturdy form. Draco quickly turned, pulling Harry into his arms, crushing the boy's lips with his own. Harry's pants were sliding down his hips, keeping his legs from spreading wide enough. Draco tore them down harshly, wrenching Harry's knee up, spelling the boy's entrance slick and pressing his cock against his hole. Harry gasped, mouth wide in a silent cry as Draco rocked against his unstretched entrance with hard, taunting thrusts.
“Oh god... Draco... fuck...” Harry held onto Draco's biceps as best he could, his body threatening to go limp from the overwhelming sensation of Draco forcing his entrance to stretch around the head of his cock.
“How do you want it, mutt?” Draco asked, burying his face in Harry's neck, mouth biting quick, harsh nips of pain and pleasure. “It's your mating—How do you want me to fuck you?”
Harry shuddered, eyes rolling back when Draco gave another, harder push, his body opening unbearably slow to the tip of the boy's dick. Draco was bigger, Harry able to feel it very much so like this. Draco's arms were so strong, holding his hips in place, keeping him standing while pressing unrelentingly forward. Harry gave a sudden cry, sobbing into Draco's chest when the pale boy surged forward, his hole opening and holding the first inch of Draco inside him.
Eyes squeezed shut, Harry could only moan uncomprehensibly, Draco rocking them gently while still carefully pressing his hips forward in slow, eager pushes. Draco pressed Harry's hair from his forehead, sweat dripping down the brunette's face as he gasped harshly. “Do you like that, slut? Should I keep going?”
Harry moaned, certain he had never been more turned on in his entire life than to have his wolfie take him so rough like this.
“Is that a yes?” Draco asked, prying Harry's chin up to force the boy to meet his eye. Harry didn't say anything, just looked at his love with all he could feel and more. Draco swallowed hard, his arm moving down Harry's back and cupping the boy's cheek. “I think you're going to like this,” Draco said hoarsely, right before lifting Harry up, wrapping the boy's legs around his hips, and slowly letting Harry fall onto his cock.
“Oh fuck... Draco, Draco, I can't—Oh! Ohhh...” Whimpering loudly, body jerking fitfully, Harry opened up to Draco, his slick passage not giving any resistance to the unbearable thickness suddenly pushing into him. He bit Draco's shoulder, hands clutching at his back, pulling at his silky hair while Harry tried to keep his sanity. He was vaguely aware of just how strong Draco had gotten, the boy holding him up with ease as he leaned against the couch, muscles tight as he kept Harry from being filled too quickly.
“That's it, Harry... that's it... God, I knew you'd like this...” Not fully embedded, Draco pulled Harry up, shallowly fucking his shaking body a few aching, hard pumps. He then pulled Harry down again, inch by inch while the brunette sobbed from the sensation of being filled so completely. Draco held him there, trying so hard to keep from coming with Harry so damn tight around him.
Barely able to lift his head, Harry sought out Draco's mouth, tongue weak and languid with each touch to the taller boy's. “While it's still... so tight...” Harry gasped out. “Bite me... while it's...”
Draco didn't wait for Harry to finish, pulling Harry's choker up and clamping his teeth into the boy's tanned neck. Harry howled, his body tightening as he jerked. Draco held him still, not letting him escape as his power rose up around the two of them. It was similar to the packbond, but felt so different, Draco's power tingling around Harry, holding him close, promising to love him, and protect him, and never leave him. It didn't force Harry down, instead Harry's power rising to meet him, twining between them, binding them together in such an unfamiliar way, they both gasped in surprise.
Harry whimpered, feeling Draco confused and trying to withdraw the instant the spell had completed. He gripped his thighs tighter, holding on when Draco sank to his knees, still so deep inside Harry's body. “Don't stop,” he pleaded, holding Draco's face, fingers caressing. “Just give it a second...”
Draco nodded blearily. He could feel Harry, so close, wrapped tight around him but also now connected inside him. He forced his eyes open, needing to know the boy was alright. Because if this was so emotional that Draco was struggling, there was no way Harry was dealing better. Sure enough, the brunette was fighting tears, his lovely eyes a watery pond of green. Draco smiled weakly, kissing Harry before the mutt could lose it. He then pushed the slender boy down on his back and pumped long thrusts into his agonizingly tight hole.
“Yes... oh god...” Harry's entire body was tingling, each touch from Draco's skin, inside and out, a jolt of electricity and fire. He could see Draco was having the same problem, the boy's expression fierce as he tried to hold himself back, wanting to give Harry as much as he could before he came. “Please...” Harry muttered, pulling Draco down hard atop him, the boy's weight crushing him into the floor. “I want it hard. I know you don't like to...”
Draco growled, his only warning before the blond was suddenly moving, flipping Harry like a piece of paper and wrenching his hips back. He forcefully spread Harry's thighs wide while the brunette grabbed the floor to keep from falling forward. Harry bit his lip, Draco breathing heat over his neck, tongue teasing the bite mark he had made as he pressed against Harry's entrance with his cock. Not able to see him, Draco really did seem different to Harry's senses. Dangerous. His tame, sweet wolfie had become wild and unhinged overnight. Harry really, really liked it.
Plunging into Harry with a growl, Draco held him tight, moving with hard, jolting thrusts while Harry groaned and pushed back to meet him. “Oh... Like that... fuck yes... again...” God, Draco had given so much to be with Harry. Had bent and twisted until he was this rough, wild thing just so Harry could be happy. And he was. He was so overwhelmingly joyful that Draco was his. “Draco... Draco, I love you,” Harry whispered, another tear stealing its way loose.
“Love you too, mutt.” Draco pushed Harry's shirt up higher, giving him clearer access to the boy's cock. Harry looked down, eyes widening when Draco suddenly slipped a leather cock ring around him, pushing it down to the base of his erect penis and letting it cling tight. “Draco...?”
“Just trying to slow you down,” Draco teased huskily, nibbling at Harry's ear. “It's going to be a long weekend, and I can't have you getting tired on me early. And I do plan on making you tired.” He suddenly pushed Harry forward, the brunette resting his head on the floor while Draco ground into him ruthlessly.
Harry rarely got tired when it came to sex, yet his love was determined to make sure he did. Smiling goofily, Harry gave another loud cry when Draco slammed into his prostate. It was just some fucking makeup. If it made Draco happy, Harry would walk around naked. Fuck the rest of the school. Draco was his mate, was fucking amazing, and Harry wanted everyone to know.
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