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Owning & Belonging	By : FaultDisease Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4932 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Owning & Belonging
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Draco rolled his eyes when the door closed. “Please,
Potter. If you think I’m having sex with you in this house – ”

“It’s funny how I wasn’t asking for your opinion,
isn’t it?” Harry grinned teasingly and took the blond’s hand, pressing a
kiss to his ear. “I miss you.”

“I’m right here,” the blond said evenly, not
acknowledging the shiver that ran through him when lips began caressing his
skin, the side of his face, his jaw. He allowed the touches to go on, but vowed
that they wouldn’t go much farther. Snogging he didn’t mind. Shagging, on
the other hand…

“I want you.”

Potter really was a stubborn prat, wasn’t he?

“I told you that we’re not doing anything in this house
together – ”

Teeth were nipping at his neck, and a hand pressed down his
sides, stroking his skin through his clothing, slipping under his shirt.
Draco’s breath hitched and his brows furrowed together in annoyance. How many
times would he have to repeat himself? Deep down he knew it wouldn’t do any
good. He would threaten and complain and whine, but soon he would whimper and
beg and lose the battle. Of course he’d put on a show and act like he hadn’t
ever wanted it. Grey eyes met green; they both knew he’d be lying.

Their lips met, but there was nothing sweet or gentle about
it. Chastity was not something they were big believers of. Harry’s fingers
gripped at pale skin, and the blond pressed against him, their bodies hard and
painfully close. Draco growled when the other male pulled away. Fucking tease.

“Thought you didn’t want this.”

“Thought you wanted me.”

“Get on the bed.”

“Make me.”

Draco tried not to let out any snicker or chuckle as he was
shoved onto the bed and a body crawled over him. His smile quickly melted into a
smirk. Harry was always so childish. The other male had him pinned to the bed,
knees on either side of his torso, firm hands pressing the other’s shoulders
into the mattress. Dominating. Loving. Firm and gentle. It made the Slytherin
roll his eyes.

“Poncy git,” he drawled affectionately. Harry replied
by leaning forward and nipping his nose and grinning, before letting his knees
slide further down so he could lie on top of the other. With their bodies
aligned like they were, it wasn’t long before Harry lost his silly grin and
was caressing Draco’s lips with his own. The idea of being shagged in this
house didn’t seem as creepy anymore. With a warm tongue pressing against his
own and a firm body squirming against him, Draco could forget that this place
was old and probably haunted. Didn’t some dead guy used to live here? The
git’s uncle or something? With Potter’s hands pulling his neck closer and
slipping under his waistline, how could he complain?

Any thought that didn’t revolve around these sensations
melted away. He wrapped his lips around the tongue that had invaded his mouth
and sucked hungrily, his body arching up into the other’s touches. And to
think, he always said no at first. His own hands worked quickly to undo the
buttons of Harry’s shirt, his nails scratching at each new bit of skin that
was revealed. Harry thrust his hips against Draco’s and they both paused,
tensing and gasping at the friction. Draco gave Harry’s tongue one last greedy
suck before pulling away and lifting his own shirt off. He growled when Harry
didn’t do the same. He glared, but green eyes simply watched as delicate flesh
became exposed. The Potter did not move for a good few seconds when the flushed
chest became exposed. He watched the skin twitched, traced a bead of sweat with
his eyes, and while Draco marvelled in the attention, now was not the time.

“Bleeding fuck, Potter. Stop being a fucking girl and
touch me.”

Harry blinked, snapped out of it, gave the other a stern,
annoyed stare, before biting hard at one of his nipples. Draco gasped and
cringed and arched off the bed. “Fuck you,” he snarled, but this was part of
the game. The anger, the rivalry. The notion that it wasn’t turning him on. It
was all part of the game, and Draco loved every second of it.

Delicate kisses were pressed against his stomach, but after
another gasp and murmur that described how Draco would kill him in a long and
painful manner if he didn’t get on with it, the kisses turned to sucks and
tongue and teeth. Draco cringed and ground his teeth together every time the
other nipped quickly at his sensitive stomach, but his cock was hard and leaking
in his trousers.

His trousers, which were now coming off. Potter was taking
his sweet bloody time. Draco grunted and spread his legs impatiently. The
fingers against his crotch caused a delicious sensation to course through his
body, making his heartbeat go faster than it was already going. But Merlin, if
that boy didn’t get his mouth on his cock right now -

Draco moaned deep in pleasure, his whole body arching off
the bed, his hands gripping and messing up the once-neat bedspread.

The mouth enveloping him was hot and moist; Draco’s cock
felt right at home between Potter’s lips. The male was grunting and thrusting
up into that sucking mouth, his body (but mostly his dick) burning in pleasure.
And then Potter pulled off. He obviously had a death wish.

“Potter, I swear to Merlin I will chop your fucking
bollocks if you don’t – ”

“Are you using a new soap, Malfoy? You taste sweeter
today.”

Draco’s face flushed deeply, but his eyes were still dark
and lustful and annoyed. “Get your sodding mouth back where it belongs.”

“Not really a bad kind of sweet. More like a soapy sweet.
You wash extra careful knowing what was bound to happen?”

“I swear to Merlin I’ll go back home in an instant
if you don’t finish what you started.”

Green eyes danced in amusement, and Malfoy hated himself
for noticing how attractive that was. To be honest, he rather liked it that he
was the only one naked (for now). That he was at Potter’s mercy, and that,
really, he had no control over the situation. It made his breath quicken and his
arousal spike. The other opened his bruised lips, about to make another quip,
when the door opened.

Draco’s erection flagged in embarrassment.

“Remus!”

Potter better look fucking alarmed. This was all his
fault. Draco glared at him, his eyes wide and annoyed. Potter at least had the
decency to try and cover Draco up with the blanket. He still had all his
fucking clothes on.

“Remus, uhm, I… Would you mind… could you leave?
Please? I mean, I’ve missed you and all, but we’re not decent at the
moment…”

Potter looked flustered and confused and worried. He sat
up, and Draco did the same, covering his crotch with the blanket. Draco’s
former professor looked very strange just standing at the door, staring at them.
Potter’s glasses had fallen off; could he see the gleam in older man’s eyes?
Did he notice that he wasn’t taking a step back?

“That’s Potter’s way of telling you to sod the fuck
off, Professor,” Draco drawled, angry and moody that they’d been
interrupted and that the man didn’t seem like he was leaving. Draco heard a
growl leave the man’s throat, but he wasn’t about to be intimidated. His
eyes narrowed and he snarled back. Harry still looked torn and completely
violated.

“Watch your mouth, Malfoy,” Potter hissed, before
turning to look at the man again. “Look, Remus, uhm, would you mind…
leaving? While we get dressed and… stuff?”

“It’s awful close to the full moon, Harry,” the man
said, his voice but a whisper. Draco’s eyes narrowed further. Was that a
threat? He was ready to get off the bed, find his wand, and hex this bloody
weirdo into the next life. Seeing how tense the blond was, Harry put a hand on
his arm, looking at him, silently pleading not to do anything rash. Malfoy
grumbled and looked away.

“You have him well trained, Puppy,” Lupin said, and
Draco shot him a disbelieving stare. How dare he? The look on his face
was clearly one of outrage, because Harry’s grip on his arm became firmer.

“Remus, I’m sorry that we bothered you. We won’t –
”

“I could smell your desire from the other side of the
house. It’s intoxicating. As soon as you stepped in…” Now Harry was
blushing profusely, obviously not sure what to say, but Draco had had more than
enough. He yanked his arm out of Harry’s hold and stood up from the bed, no
longer embarrassed by the fact that he was nude.

“Listen up, old man. If your goal was creep the hell out
of us, you’ve won. Alright? Are you happy? We’re creeped out, embarrassed,
and you’ve had your fun. Now, if you’re wanting an apology, I suppose that
isn’t out of line, so if you just leave and let us get presentable,
we’ll be more than fucking happy to come down and – ”

Remus had been stepping closer to him, obviously trying to
intimidate. Draco was having none of that. This little, scraggly pathetic excuse
of a man? That wasn’t about to scare the blond. He took his own steps forward,
challenging him. He heard Harry get up from the bed and laugh awkwardly.

“Won’t this all be funny when we look back in
the morning?” He forced another laugh and stepped between the glaring pair.
“Draco,” he hissed, trying to keep up his smile for Remus, “this is not
the bloody time to try and up one on authority, yeah?”

“Authority?” Draco laughed heartily, staring at the
other in disbelief. “Lupin? Authority? You’ve got to be jerking me,
Potter.” He reached up to wipe at a non-existent tear (always one to prove a
point), but a hand gripped his wrist and squeezed hard. Draco’s mocking grin
faded and was replaced by a snarl. “Don’t fucking touch me.”

“What? Are you going to call Daddy if I continue?” The
man twisted Draco’s arm behind his back, but the blond refused to cringe
outwardly. This was beyond the point of simple ‘caught-in-the-act’ humility
or annoyance. This was out of line.

“I’m warning you, you dirty freak. Let me go.”

“Remus,” Draco heard Harry say. “Remus, really. I’m
sorry. We’re both sorry. Let him go, okay? This isn’t you talking, acting.
Get it together, okay? For me? Try to control your – ”

The arm was twisted and lifted higher, causing Draco to
grit his teeth, trying not to gasp out in pain.

“You’ve got to train your fucktoy, Puppy. Can’t have
him disrespecting people.”

“What did you just call me?”

There were lips at his ear, and Draco shuddered at the feel
of hot breath against his sensitive flesh. It made him sick. “A fucktoy.
That’s all you are. You’re the only one naked in the room, aren’t you?
Naked and ready to be used… As soon as you stepped in I knew you’d be
putting on a show for my Puppy. I knew the second that you walked in that you
were a cock-hungry whore…”

“Remus!” Harry’s voice sounded angry now, but Draco
just snarled. Potter was doing nothing but yell. He was just standing there as
this perverted, sick fuck was threatening him. He snarled deeper and tried to
yank away, only to finally cry out in pain as he tried to do so. “Remus,
enough! You’re hurting him.”

Remus let go with a shove and Draco staggered away,
determined not to touch his arm or cradle it or try to rub the pain away. He
didn’t want to give the other the satisfaction of knowing he was hurt. He
glared, his eyes hard, but he kept his mouth shut, not wanting to be in more
pain that he was already in.

“Remus, I need you to get out of this room. Right now.”

The man looked at Harry, and his demeanour changed. He went
from looking scary as shit and hungry to looking reprimanded and worried. His
eyes turned soft. When he looked at Draco again, it was with shame and regret.
Draco didn’t care. He glared on, feeling exposed and weak and stupid.

“I-I… I’m very sorry, Harry. Mr Malfoy. Of course
I’ll leave.”

The man left and shut the door. Harry waited only a second,
until footsteps could no longer be heard, before he moved towards Draco, a hand
on his arm and one on his face. The blond pulled away, feeling dirty and
disgusted and ashamed.

“Don’t touch me, Potter.”

“Oh God, Malfoy, I’m so sorry.” He tried to pull the
naked male into a hug, but Draco shoved at him and glared, his eyes finally
misting over.

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

Harry stared at him with sorry green eyes, his shoulders
slumping, looking every bit as ashamed as Draco felt. He didn’t have a right
to feel as humiliated as Draco. He had no reason to look like that. The blond
snarled at him and shook his head, not knowing what to do with himself. He
wanted to shower and go to bed, but a shower meant leaving the room to reach the
bathroom, and a bed meant Harry beside him. He didn’t want those things.

He wanted to go home. Unfortunately, he didn’t want to
show that crazy son-of-a-bitch that he’d affected him so much.

“I swear to you, Remus is never like that. He’s just…
It’s real close to the full moon and he – ”

Draco saw red.

“Are you defending him?”

Potter looked like a kicked puppy. Puppy. His eyes
narrowed. He hated him. Both of them. All of them.

“No, of course not.”

“I told you I didn’t want to do anything with you in
this house. I said it! But you didn’t listen, did you? You don’t fucking
respect me. No one fucking respects me.”

Potter’s eyes narrowed for a moment, and Draco was ready
to lash out physically if he decided that he didn’t want to be yelled at.
Fortunately, the look of stubborn defence melted away from Potter’s eyes, and
he shook his head, looking at the blond with nothing but regret and shame once
more.

“I’m sorry. You’re right, of course.”

“Of course I’m fucking right!” Draco bellowed, his
vision getting blurrier as the tears threatened to fall. “I’m the one naked
here, not you! I’m the one who was being fucking humiliated! I’m the sodding
fucktoy here, not you!”

“You’re not a fucktoy, Malfoy,” Harry murmured
quietly. Draco gave him a disgusted look and turned away, finding his trousers
on the bed and slipping them on. “I didn’t bring you here to use you like
that. You know it’s more than just sex…”

“Go fuck yourself.”

Potter was never a patient male, and Draco knew this.
Regardless, he wasn’t about to sugar coat his words just because the other
might lose patience with him. Why should he care?

“I thought you could see my… my family. You know… And
that maybe after I could come stay at… your place for a bit…”

“You’re not coming anywhere with me,” Draco muttered
darkly. The tears were gone, and in their place, there was firm decisiveness. He
pulled his wrinkled shirt back on.

“I’m sorry, Malfoy.”

Draco gave him another disgusted look and pulled the sheets
off the bed, climbing into it, and pulled the blankets back over his body. He
felt dirty and used. He felt humiliated and whore-like. He felt the bed shift
under someone else’s weight.

He let out a shaky breath when an arm was draped around him
from above the covers, pulling his body closer to Potter’s. He felt the sting
come back to his eyes.

They were like that, silent and together, for a while. The
time was enough for Draco to pull himself together and let the stubborn
fierceness replace the hurt and humility. He had too much pride to allow himself
to look like he was going to cry. Malfoys were never pathetic.

“Malfoy?”

Draco didn’t answer right away. He wanted Harry to feel
awkward and uncomfortable. After sufficient time had passed, the blond parted
his lips. “What do you want?”

He felt a deep breath hit the back of his neck, but he
didn’t shiver. It wasn’t as arousing or exciting or endearing as it might
have been before.

“Malfoy. I think… I think I might… I think I’m –
”

“Don’t say it, Potter.”

They had rules. There were rules for this relationship.
Draco had made that clear almost as soon as it had started. He heard a sigh from
behind him and felt a body press closer. There were certain things they were not
allowed to do together. They could shag, snog, cuddle, hold hands, nuzzle, talk,
and peck. They were not allowed to say one word, or begin any
conversation that might lead to that one word.

Harry knew the rules, so he kept quiet.

The room was eerily silent for another while, as if they
were both holding their breath. Potter was the one to break the silence once
more.

“Malfoy?”

“What?”

Both their voices were low whispers. They were both afraid
of something, Draco could feel it, but he wasn’t sure if it was Lupin he was
afraid of or something else.

“Will you… Can you…” Harry took a deep breath.
“Would you let me…”

Sex. Potter wanted sex. Draco almost snarled, but realised
there was no point. He let his body droop and lose every bit of tension it had
once held. He had physically given up.

Lupin was a bastard, but he was obviously perceptive. Harry
only wanted him for sex. Not for company, not to share memories, not to meet
family, but for sex. Draco was his fucktoy.

“Potter, I’m not a bird. Do whatever the fuck you want
to me. I don’t care.”

Draco’s voice cracked, but he ignored that it had ever
done such a thing.

“Would you take me, Malfoy?” Draco’s body froze.
What? “Would you… I mean… You never mentioned or even hinted that you’d
want it that way, but I…” When there was still no response from the blond,
Harry shifted uncomfortable on the bed. “I just… I’m sorry. I guess it was
a stupid idea. I just thought… I mean… No. I’m so stupid. Sex isn’t… I
didn’t mean to bring it up. I just… I’ve been thinking about it for a
while…”

“You… You want me to fuck you?”

Draco’s heart was pounding in his chest. They’d never
talked about it because Draco had assumed that Harry just didn’t do that. He
didn’t question the order of things for fear that they… that they might end.

“Well, I mean…” He could feel the heat from Harry’s
cheeks on the back of his neck. “Not now, of course. Not anytime soon if you
don’t want to. I understand that… That you may not… that you may never
want me, but…”

Draco turned himself around, and Harry stopped talking.
When Draco was facing him, he could both see and feel green eyes begging him for
forgiveness, for some kind of emotional relief.

“You’re such a stupid Gryffindor,” Draco murmured,
his lips twitching upwards ever so slightly. That brought a grin to Harry’s
face, and after that, it became hard for Draco not to smile as well.

“Malfoy, I really care for you. I’m sorry if you
can’t see that, and I’m more than sorry for what happened before. I never
wanted that to happen. You really do mean a lot to me… You have to believe me
when I say that I lo – ” A kiss cut off the other’s words. Harry pressed
against Draco’s lips harder before the blond pulled away.

“Don’t say it,” Draco whispered when he had opened
his eyes again. Harry just nodded and pressed a small kiss to the corner of
Draco’s lips. The Slytherin moved his head so that his lips could move with
Potter’s, making their mouths in sync. The kiss was deep and strange, nothing
like their usual carnal or playful snogs. Draco shuddered and let his hand
escape the confines of the blanket so he could run his fingers through Harry’s
hair.

They pulled away and were both flushed and glazed. Harry
licked his lips.

“I’d like to do that with you. Take you.”

Harry nodded, his eyes gleaming happily, his lips but a
hair away from Draco’s. “It’ll be great when it happens, but I’ve
never… You’ll have to be gentle.”

“As gentle as you were with me.”

They resumed their kiss once more, thoughts of earlier
leaving Draco’s mind. He didn’t even gloat to himself that Lupin was
obviously wrong and psychotic. He could do that later. Harry’s tongue was shy
now, but Draco knew how to coax it out, how to stroke it and rub it with his
own, how to give Harry some confidence that it was okay. The blankets were soon
off of Draco’s body, but the clothing was not touched. Only Harry’s shirt
slid off, and only his trousers were removed.

After some time, it was Draco who was on top, writhing his
clothed erection against Harry’s naked one. There were no dirty words or
profanities. No fantasies were spewed, desires, wishes. The only sounds they
made as they writhed together, sweating, were grunts and moans, all muffled.
Their lips were almost permanently connected.

Draco’s fingers worshipped Harry’s skin, kneading and
rubbing and feeling it all as if it was their first time. He brushed his thumb
against a little nub of flesh on the Gryffindor’s chest, and Harry gasped into
his mouth, arching his body. Draco did it again. His digits tweaked and played
with the sparse bit of chest hair, with the lovely nipples. Harry’s kisses had
never been more desirable.

Their kiss finally ended, but their lips did not part. They
lay there, breathing into one another, as Draco’s hand grabbed at Harry’s
cock. Harry moaned softly and thrust against the welcome hand. Draco squeezed
harder before making sure the underwear was away from Harry’s ankles. Then he
urged the male to spread his legs. Draco watched for a moment, wondering what he
had expected to feel. This wasn’t anything he’d felt before. He felt
privileged and his heart gave a twisted kind of thump. He was getting mushy. He
was turning into a sentimental piece of sap. He let his fingers wander and
traced the delicate hole that had almost never been breached.

He had penetrated with fingers, of course. Sometimes when
Draco would blow him, sometimes just to pleasure the other. But this time it
would be different, because the fingers would not be the end of it.

Draco brought his own fingers to his lips, sucked on them,
proud to make Harry’s breath hitch like it did. When one was properly coated
in saliva, he brought it back to the rosebud entrance and let it slip in.

Saliva didn’t make for a very good lubricant, but
Harry’s hiss didn’t sound too painful. He spread his legs wider, and Draco
began to slowly pull his digit out and slide it back in. The motions were
repeated, and soon the rhythm became harder and Draco put more of his finger
inside. Deeper and faster, until he pulled his hand back to his face, sucked on
his fingers again, and slid two in.

This obviously hurt Potter more.

“Potter…?”

“No, don’t pull them out.”

Draco groaned as the channel tightened around his fingers
rhythmically. Although he knew Harry was doing this to get used to the
intrusion, it was driving Draco mad.

“Yeah, that’s it… I think I’m good…”

That was Draco’s cue to begin moving them in and out of
Harry’s delicate, virgin ass.

But fate was cruel, and the door opened once more.

“I came here to apologize for – Oh Merlin.”

Draco yanked his fingers out and glared at the door, his
pulse too quick for his erection to flag. Regardless, he was furious with his
former professor.

“Lupin, leave us alone, okay? I’m trying to do
something here, yeah? Leave before I file a fucking lawsuit.”

And then, because Draco was far too furious to allow the
man to ruin his ego or pride any longer, he sucked his fingers and thrust them
deep into Harry’s hole once more. The Gryffindor gasped and cried out, arching
his body off of the bed, his breath coming in short pants. He, too, seemed to be
keen on ignoring the other man in the room.

Draco realised that the man wasn’t leaving, and so leaned
forward and licked at his partner’s lips. Harry’s mouth opened and Draco
immediately lapped at his teeth and gums, making sure their lips were never
touching so that Lupin could bloody see. He drew Harry’s tongue out and
began sucking on it, increasing the pace of his finger-fuck. Harry looked like
he was thoroughly enjoying himself, groaning and grunting and pushing down each
time the fingers reached deep inside him.

“Your cock,” Harry moaned when Draco pulled away from
the sucking. “Fill me with your cock. Oh please, God, please do it
now…”

“You’re not ready yet…”

Since it was neither Harry or Draco who had whispered those
last words, both were stubbornly happy to ignore them. The blond pulled his
fingers away from Harry’s entrance and gave his hard dick a few strokes before
lining it up to Potter’s hole.

“Ready?” he breathed, pressing the head firmly against
Harry’s entrance. The male nodded, gasped, and pushed down against it as Draco
pushed in.

Draco had never lost an erection as fast as he had right
then. Harry cried out and swore and pulled himself with the blankets away from
the invading cock.

“Fuck! Bleeding fucking sodding mother fucker!”
Harry was red, his face a grimace of pain. Draco leaned over and pressed
kisses to his jaw and face. He was never one to apologize, but he wasn’t about
to let Harry think he didn’t care.

“I told you,” came a voice that was closer than either
of them remembered.

“Fuck off, will you?”

“Oh shit, bloody hell. That’s a fucking bitch.”
Draco was getting more sensitive and annoyed with each profanity that Harry
spewed. Though he knew that Harry couldn’t help it, it was still a blow to his
pride that he’d fucked this even. Especially with some sicko watching them.

Draco felt something press into his hand, and realised that
Remus was giving him something. The blond looked at him and snarled, opening his
mouth to tell him to get the fuck out of the room, when the man murmured calmly.

“It’s a potion. To ease the pain. Rub it inside him.”
Draco still had narrowed eyes, but he inspected the tube. There was a creamy
substance inside, and he sniffed it, deciding that it didn’t smell too toxic.

“God, Malfoy, I know he’s not our favourite person, but
just use the potion, yeah? My ass is on fucking fire.”

Harry’s trust was enough for Draco. He opened the tube
and coated his fingers with the substance. He traced Harry’s hole and then
stuck a finger inside. Immediately Harry’s body relaxed. Draco would never
admit that he was thankful, especially in these circumstances, but seeing Harry
feel better made him feel a bit better about the situation himself. And then,
because Harry was fucking squeezing his bottom against Draco’s finger,
he began to fuck him with it. Potter’s erection turned back to its angry red,
and he began thrusting down with each thrust in of a pale digit.

He moaned and begged for a second finger, so Draco gave it
to him.

The blond began sucking and kissing Harry’s thigh,
feeling his breath quicken as well. The flesh was quivering beneath his touch,
and it wasn’t long before he was fucking Harry’s ass with three fingers
instead of two. The motion was getting him horny and ready. He gasped and moaned
when he felt something around his cock.

He pulled his tongue away from Harry’s thigh and looked
beside him. Remus was stroking Draco’s cock, covering it with generous amounts
of the healing cream. Draco was about to shoot his load. His dick was rock hard
in the older male’s hand, his cock grinding into the other’s palm. Fuck did
that feel good. He hated Lupin, positively loathed him, but this was fucking
incredible. His fingers buried in his lover’s arse, a total stranger
worshipping his cock with his hand… Draco was very turned on.

“Ride me, Draco. I need for you to fill… fill me. Fill
me up… Your cock… Nnn, ugh, your cock would fill me so much better… so much
better than your fingers…”

Draco was on his knees, and Remus was guiding him to
Harry’s hole. He was pulling the blond’s cock ever so nicely, pulling his
fingers out of the other’s ass, and lining them up firmly. Draco bent forward,
needing to press his lips against something, needing to feel flesh against his
mouth, but his lips fell onto Remus’ arm. He licked a long, hungry stripe
against the salty, sweaty skin. He kissed it gently before beginning to suck on
it, sucking the sweat and scent from the man’s arm. Before he knew it, Draco
felt a body behind him, and realised he felt at home. A clothed form pressed
against him from behind, and he realised that while fucking Harry would be
wonderful, he’d always love being fucked more.

The man behind him pushed gently, and both Harry and Draco
cried out as the head of his cock sunk into Harry’s virgin bum. Draco felt a
denim cock pressed against his ass. He thrust inside deep, the healing cream
making it so that Harry didn’t feel any bit of pain.

The tightness was incredible. Draco had never felt anything
hotter around his cock. His whole body was on fire, his hard-on raging, his
hormones spiking. He had never fucked anyone, and this was bloody fucking brilliant.

“Fuck, Potter. Oh… Oh!”

“Nnn, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh…”

The pace became fast and wild in no time. Draco barely felt
the man rutting against his bottom. He was thrusting and moaning and crying out,
pounding into the willing ass beneath him. Harry clenched around him, panting
and meeting each thrust with one of his own. He pulled Draco down over him so
that the blond was crushing the other with his body; their lips crashed
together, their breathing quick and completely irregular.

“Harder! Oh please! Oh God! Harder! Yes! Yes!”

Draco rammed in as deep as he could. Suddenly, he felt a
hand on his balls, squeezing them. Hot, heavy hands were pressing his bollocks
against his dick, and the blond felt himself tense up and scream, his thrusts
erratic and uncoordinated. His sticky, thick essence filled Harry up, making him
cry out and grab his erection and stroke furiously. Draco, still riding out his
completion, grabbed Harry’s erection and stroked as well. Soon, Harry was
squeezing around Draco’s too-sensitive dick and crying out desperately.

The neighbours were bound to have heard.

When Draco came down from his high, he realised he felt
cold. Lupin had moved away. He didn’t acknowledge the absence, instead
choosing to simply fall heavily against Harry and try to catch his breath.

He tried to kiss Harry’s neck to let him know he was
happy, but he barely had the strength to lift his head. The darker of the two
pressed close against the blond, nuzzling his hair, wrapping his arms around
him. Soon they were laying side by side, eyes shut, both basking in the
afterglow of their orgasms.

Remus watched, not as close now, as the two ignored him
completely. It would be hard to gain Harry’s trust now, he knew that. He just
wanted his Puppy to be happy.

“Looks
like you aren’t his fucktoy, Mr Malfoy,” Remus murmured to himself, stepping
out the door, shutting it quietly. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t be
mine.”
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