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Harry felt a tremble bloom low in his chest, his heart pounding faster with each passing second. “The properties of moonstone include its use in— potion-making—fuck— to enhance clarity of mind,” he muttered under his breath, trying to keep his rhythm.
"The Goblin Rebellions of the 18th century were marked by significant battles, especially— oh my Gods— the one in Hogsmeade." He whispered to himself; the word ‘Hogsmeade’ sounding like a hiss.
He took a deep breath, trying to focus on the mundane details. The noises surrounding him were becoming too much, he was going to lose it too soon.
"Mandrakes are used to restore those who have been petrified, but-but—ah,” Harry’s grip stilled to no avail, he grunted and hurried to finish his factoid just as he felt that telltale tightening again, “—their cries can be fatal if heard unprotected!"
Everything went still this time.
He hadn’t meant to shout that last part, but Draco turned to stare at him in bewilderment.
”Are you reciting homework so you don’t cum?” The blond teased with a scoff. He looked back at where their bodies connected and let Harry slide home once more. The war hero groaned and his stomach muscles pulled with tension. Draco bit his lip to hide a smile and rolled his body like a cat. Harry’s hands slide from his hips to his ass with another groan.
”—didn’t want it to be over so soon,” Harry admitted with a fierce blush and smoothed his hands along Draco’s ribs. Draco hummed in satisfaction and sat up without dislodging Harry from inside him.
He reached back to run lazy fingers through Harry’s hair and the brunet man all but purred, Draco suddenly fixed him with an icy gaze and began their pace again, bouncing in Harry’s lap, letting the sound echo; driving Harry wild.
Harry’s eyes rolled in his head as Draco fucked him to orgasm, he could do little but hang on and drown in it until Malfoy let out a sudden high-pitched gasp and he was back at the tipping point.
“Draco—“ he gasped, doing his best to remain still and let the boy have his fun. Draco seemed oblivious to the world as he fucked himself. His long hair draped over his shoulders, the ends sticking to his back with sweat; it was too much to look at, too much to listen to.
“I’m gonna cum,” Harry grunted pitifully.
Draco arched his back, pushing against his lover, feeling sweat pool in the dip of his spine. “It’s okay, take me,” he breathed out with a groan; nearly a whine, and suddenly, Harry was everywhere. Around him, in him, on him— mouth, teeth and hands.
“Cum inside me,” the blond asked with a desperate tone, his expression turning needy. He adjusted slightly; Harry’s shallow thrusting was now just there and oh, so delicious.
Harry’s arm snaked around the former Slytherin’s torso, holding him in a bowed position, the other hand gripping his pelvis. “Cum with me,” he rasped into damp blond locks, and allowed his hand to travel to the pale throat before him.
Malfoy leaned into the grip just as he took himself in hand. The slick sound of Draco working himself to completion was enough for Harry to finish; he seized up after one last powerful thrust.
“Ugh— fuck, I’m—“ Harry choked on the words, his hips stuttering out of rhythm as he emptied himself inside Malfoy’s impossibly tight ass; biting down on his shoulder to stifle a yell. Draco gasped and pushed his throat into Harry’s hand with force as the first quake of his orgasm hit.
Harry squeezed around Draco’s throat experimentally and the blond let out a mind-melting grunt of pleasure. He keeled, body going tight, squeezing around Harry in return. Draco spilled across the sheets; his pink mouth parted in a silent scream as Harry watched on in fascination, counting the seconds before he released him.
A deep, forced breath returned to Draco as he drifted down from the head rush. The gasp morphed into a moan as he tipped forward onto the bed to rock back against Harry’s sensitive prick, circling his hips, milking him as he softened.
Harry trembled on his knees, panting in amazement; Draco looked seductively over his shoulder as he slowly worked him. Harry’s eyes trailed the long smooth expanse of pale skin, down to his hole; pink and stretched around Harry. He was dripping wet, and the sight had Harry wanting to go for round two. Instead he sat back, his cock slipped from Malfoy easily, dripping a line of cum that glistened around the rim, and the blond did whine this time.
Harry groaned at the mess he’d made of Malfoy and a wild urge filled him. He leaned back in suddenly, attaching his mouth to the man’s pucker, and swirled his tongue. He was disgusted and aroused simultaneously, as he licked his own seed from Draco’s ass.
The blond gripped the sheets with a guttural cry and marveled at the untamed beast he’d been letting defile him for weeks now. Harry Potter was something else in bed: no hesitation, all focus, all pleasure.
Uh oh, Draco was addicted to Potter again.