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Draco had been babysitting Harry since he was young. Harry was still young, but he didn’t need a babysitter anymore, which was why Draco was so thrown off when the Potters asked him to watch Harry this weekend. He had started watching Harry when Harry was eight and he was sixteen himself. Harry was fifteen now. Most 15-year-olds would be fine on their own for three nights, Harry included, but apparently the teen had requested that Draco stay and watch him. He'd claimed that he was too nervous to stay alone in an empty house. His parents were going on a trip as a couple, and Harry would be all alone.
The Potters had offered to pay Draco more than they used to. He wasn’t a teen babysitter anymore and Harry could be quite the handful. Draco had agreed because he had been fond of Harry back when he used to babysit him regularly, and some extra pocket money couldn’t hurt. Draco would be staying right next door to his house if he needed anything from home. Now that they were older, Harry wasn’t too different from Draco. The blond figured they could find some common ground to bond over.
Harry had always been a sweet kid. He'd cried when his older cousin killed bugs, he'd liked to tuck his stuffed animals in at night, and he'd always told Draco how the older boy would be his wife one day. Draco would laugh off the boy’s sweet misconceptions. He hadn't had the heart to correct him. Surely, the boy had outgrown his childish goals.
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Harry knew that his childhood fantasies of making Draco his wife were far-fetched. He'd been a child who hadn't had a real conception of how the world worked yet. In the past couple of years, post-puberty, his innocent fantasies of marrying Draco had turned into something much less innocent. Harry was attracted to Draco. It was more than an innocent crush of a child. Harry wanted Draco on a carnal level. Harry was a horny teenage virgin who happened to have a neighbor that was straight out of his wet dreams. Harry had kept an eye on him since Draco had moved back home a few months ago.
Harry knew that Draco was gay. He had seen Draco be dropped off at home by two different guys, both of whom had kissed Draco. Harry knew he was hotter than those guys, and he knew he could treat Draco better. He just needed a chance to prove it. He was surprised his parents had agreed to hire Draco for this weekend, but his reason hadn't fully been a lie. Harry was a bit nervous to be all alone, but knowing he’d be all alone with Draco made him even more nervous, but in a good way.
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Draco had packed a small bag with everything he would need for this weekend. He noticed that the Potters car was gone from the driveway. He had expected them to still be there when he arrived, but they had already left for their trip. He knocked on the door, and not even a few seconds later, it swung open.
Draco was met with a shirtless and sweaty Harry Potter. The teen wore grey sweatpants that hung low enough on his hips that it should be illegal. Draco had a hard time keeping his jaw from dropping. When had Harry gotten so grown up? He hadn’t seen much of the boy since he'd moved back. It seemed like Harry kept to himself and was a homebody.
“Sorry, was just working out,” Harry explained. Draco noticed the way that Harry’s breath still wasn’t quite even and his chest was still heaving a little. He must have literally just stopped mid-workout.
“‘S okay, it’s your house,” Draco said awkwardly. He wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself. He couldn’t let himself be attracted to, what, a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old? He couldn’t remember exactly how old Harry was, but it definitely wasn’t old enough for him to fantasize about shagging.
Harry stepped aside and welcomed Draco in. Harry showed him to the guest room where he’d be staying, then disappeared again, presumably to finish his interrupted work-out. Draco would not be leaving the guest room for the next hour, to be safe. The last thing he needed was to get hard watching the boy he was supposed to be babysitting lift weights. Draco wondered if Harry was strong enough to throw him. He immediately shook off the thought when he realized where his mind was going. This was going to be a long weekend.
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Harry didn’t normally work out at this time of day, but Draco didn’t need to know that. Harry saw a look of hunger flash in Draco’s eyes before the blond quickly covered it. His plan was off to a good start. He knew Draco would put up a fight at first, something about the morality of it all and the law and blah blah blah. Harry couldn’t care less about the morality and legality of things. He wanted Draco and Harry got what he wanted. He always had. Harry waited a bit and then headed back upstairs to shower. If he accidentally bumped into Draco in the hall after his shower, well then that would be a happy accident.
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Draco’s stomach started to rumble and he cursed himself for not having eaten anything before heading over. Draco was supposed to be ‘watching’ Harry, after all; he couldn’t avoid the boy until Monday morning. He stood up with a sigh, closing the book he had been reading. Draco was looking for Harry to see if the boy wanted to order something for dinner when he emerged from the bathroom.
He looked almost exactly how he did earlier. Water beading down his chest, towel slung low on his waist with the thin fabric leaving little to the imagination, but this time his hair was wet too. Draco hadn’t noticed earlier, but Harry seemed big. Draco stood in shock, not knowing what to say.
“My bad, I didn’t realize you’d stopped hiding from me,” Harry teased with an unfair smirk. Why were the simplest things so hot when he did them. Draco felt his cheeks heat up. Had it been that obvious what he was doing?
“I wasn’t hiding, I took a nap,” Draco lied smoothly. Harry nodded, but it didn’t seem like he quite believed him.
“I’m starving, what do you want for dinner?” Harry said, making Draco chuckle.
“That’s actually what I was coming to ask you. I don’t have a preference,” Draco replied. Harry nodded.
“Pizza?” Harry asked and Draco agreed. Pizza it was.
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Harry decided it was time for the next step in his plan. They had eaten pizza together and watched a movie. Harry then excused himself and said he was going to bed. This was obviously a lie. Harry was about to enact the next step in his full proof plan to seduce Draco. If this went well enough, Harry wouldn’t need the further steps.
Harry left his door cracked open as he removed his shirt and pulled his sweatpants halfway down his thighs. He sat on his bed and started to stroke himself. He figured it wouldn’t take Draco long to follow suit and head to bed. The guest room was just next to Harry’s. The blond was sure to hear what Harry was up to.
Harry stroked himself to full hardness. It didn’t take much, he’d pretty much been at halfmast since Draco had arrived. He grabbed the lube from under his pillow and squirted some into his hand, before lathering his dick with it. His hand felt good, but he knew Draco’s mouth, or even better, his hole would feel mind-blowing compared to his own hand.
Harry began to let out the moans that he normally held in, trying to be quiet with others home. He built up a steady rhythm as he heard footsteps in the hall. He let himself get a little louder and he heard the footsteps cease. He knew Draco had heard him and knew exactly what he was up to. Would Draco push the door open further and come in? That was the million dollar question.
After a few minutes, Harry lost hope that Draco would cross that flimsy boundary. Harry knew that Draco would know he was doing this on purpose. If Harry hadn't wanted to be caught, he wouldn’t have left his door open and he wouldn’t have been so loud. Harry was almost painfully hard, having been on edge all afternoon. He decided to just let himself cum and he’d have to move on to the next step of his plan.
Harry quickened his strokes and twisted his wrist. He was so close, and knowing that Draco was standing just outside, listening and maybe even hard himself, pushed him over the edge. Harry came with a loud cry of Draco’s name. He painted his hand and chest white as he panted, trying to catch his breath. He heard the guest room door close quietly, obvious that Draco was trying to be sneaky. Luckily for Harry, the guest room door squeaked when opened and closed. Harry smiled to himself. Draco may not have come in and thrown himself at Harry, but he had stayed and listened. This was progress.
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Draco felt disgusted with himself. Why had he stuck around and listened to Harry finish himself. He'd known it was wrong, yet he'd been frozen in place, cock hard in his pants. Draco knew he needed to talk to Harry about this in the morning. He needed to set some boundaries. Harry had clearly wanted Draco to catch him—he wasn’t being very subtle about it—but this was a line Draco couldn’t cross. Harry was too young, he was probably still a virgin. Draco sighed loudly and threw himself onto the bed. He’d sleep on it and think of something to say tomorrow.
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Draco made sure to wear a baggy pair of black sweatpants in case he had another ‘problem’ around Harry. Harry went downstairs and into the living room. Harry was sat on the couch watching some tv show. He was shirtless yet again. Why was he purposely torturing Draco?
“Quick question,” Draco started with a serious tone, “Do you own shirts?” he asked with a laugh. Harry looked at him and smiled.
“Figured you were enjoying the view,” Harry said cockily. Draco felt his cheeks heat up. Draco placed his hands on his hips, trying to look intimidating instead of intimidated.
“That’s exactly what we need to talk about,” Draco said sternly, causing Harry to laugh.
“About what? How badly you want me?” Harry taunted.
“I don’t know where you got this ridiculous idea that I want to sleep with a teenager, let alone one I’ve known since he was still crying over booboos and scrapes,” Draco defended himself. Harry clicked his tongue.
“Oh, so we’re not being truthful, then?” Harry replied with a roll of his eyes.
“Apparently, what we’re being is delusional and childish,” Draco retorted, causing Harry to laugh again. Harry stood up and made his way closer to Draco.
“Oh, Draco, I promise there’s nothing childish about what I want to do to you,” Harry said seductively.
“I’m not fucking a sixteen-year-old, whether you think I want to or not,” Draco snapped.
“You’re right, you’re not. I’m fifteen and you wouldn’t be the one doing the fucking,” Harry said as he got even closer to Draco, causing the blond to back up until he fell into the arm chair behind him.
"You're fifteen?" Draco repeated, his eyes wide with shock. He had genuinely thought Harry was sixteen. The realization hit him hard, making his heart pound in his chest. He felt a mix of panic and something else—something he couldn't quite identify.
“The only reason that would be a problem is if you do really want me to fuck you, so just admit it,” Harry pushed further. He got close into Draco’s space, causing the blond to push a hand against his chest. Draco cursed Harry’s pecs for feeling so nice under his hand.
"I do not want you to fuck me," Draco snapped, his voice laced with frustration. He pushed Harry back gently but firmly, trying to create some distance between them. "You're being ridiculous. I'm not interested in sleeping with a fifteen-year-old,” he denied, despite being hard in his pants.
“Come on, seriously, Draco. You stood outside my room and listened to me jack off, you practically drool every time you see me without a shirt, and you’re hard right now,” Harry exclaimed. Draco turned away from Harry, unable to deny the allegations and unable to face him.
Harry reached out and grabbed Draco's chin, turning him back to face him. His other hand reached down and grabbed Draco through his sweatpants, feeling the hard bulge there.
"See? You do want me," Harry said confidently. His thumb rubbed over the tip through the fabric.
“Fuck, what are you doing?” Draco gasped out, but didn’t make a move to stop Harry. Harry began to slowly massage Draco's erection through his sweatpants, his thumb pressing against the head and causing Draco to bite his lip to hold back a groan. Draco's hands clenched into fists on the arms of the chair, and he refused to look at Harry, his face turning red with embarrassment and arousal.
“You’re not stopping me, because you know I’m right. You want to feel me inside you,” Harry whispered seductively in Draco’s ear. He didn’t stop touching Draco. Draco's breath hitched as Harry whispered in his ear, his words sending a shiver down his spine. He knew he should push Harry away, tell him to stop touching him, but his body refused to cooperate with his brain's commands. Instead, he spread his legs slightly, giving Harry better access to his crotch.
“See you’re already spreading your legs for me. All it took was some light groping and dirty talk. Admit it, Draco, you want me,” Harry pushed again. Draco's face was flushed a deep red, his chest heaving with heavy breaths. He felt humiliated and aroused at the same time. Harry's hand was still gently massaging him through his sweatpants, and Draco could feel precome leaking out.
"Shut up," Draco snapped weakly. He refused to admit it.
“You can’t deny it, but I can deny you,” Harry said before he fully removed his hand from Draco’s cock. Draco let out a strangled sound as Harry's hand suddenly disappeared from his crotch. He felt a pang of disappointment and frustration, his hips bucking forward slightly as if searching for more stimulation. He bit his lip harder, refusing to beg for Harry to keep touching him.
“Just say it, three easy words,” Harry pushed. Draco glared at Harry, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and desperation. He knew what Harry wanted him to say, but his pride refused to let the words leave his lips. Instead, he crossed his arms over his chest and looked away, his jaw clenched tightly.
"No," Draco bit out. "I won't say it." He had an idea that would surely get Harry to cave and finally touch him again.
Draco slowly peeled off his shirt, revealing his toned, pale torso. He watched Harry's reaction closely, seeing the way his eyes widened and his mouth parted slightly. Draco smirked to himself, feeling confident that this would make Harry snap and touch him again.
“What are you doing?” Harry snapped, but not in the way Draco wanted him to.
“What? It’s just a little hot in here, don’t you think?” Draco teased. He pushed Harry back and stood up before removing his sweatpants. He was wearing a small pair of lace panties that didn’t leave much to the imagination. Draco always wore these, they just so happened to come in handy this weekend.
Harry stared at Draco's nearly naked body, his eyes fixed on the outline of Draco's cock and balls in the thin lace fabric. Draco could see Harry's pupils dilate with interest, but frustratingly, he still wasn't touching him or saying what Draco wanted to hear. Draco sat back down as if he hadn’t just strip-teased the horny fifteen-year-old.
Draco spread his legs slightly again, intentionally making sure Harry got a good view of his lace-clad crotch. He acted casual, like he wasn't trying to seduce Harry into losing his mind and finally giving in. He reached for the TV remote, pretending to browse channels while subtly adjusting himself. Harry scoffed.
“Two can play at this game, Malfoy,” Harry replied. He stood himself and pulled his sweatpants fully off, revealing that he hadn’t been wearing pants underneath. It had been pretty obvious with how visible his bulge had been through the sweatpants. Draco had seen the bulge, but seeing Harry’s cock bare and standing straight out in arousal were two very different things.
Draco's eyes snapped to Harry's erection immediately, his mouth going dry at the sight of that thick teenage cock standing straight out from a thatch of dark pubic hair. Harry began to stroke himself lazily, as if he didn’t have an audience.
Draco's own dick twitched and strained against the lace, leaving a wet spot where precome had soaked through. He watched Harry's hand slide up and down that long shaft, his own palm itching to replace Harry's. Instead, he bit his lip hard and looked away, trying to maintain his nonchalant facade.
Draco decided he should one-up Harry. Draco turned around in the chair so he was now on his knees on the cushion, his ass facing Harry. He pulled the thin piece of fabric away from his hole. Harry had a full view of Draco’s bare asshole. Draco sucked a finger into his mouth, wetting it, before reaching behind him and beginning to finger himself open.
Harry's hand froze mid-stroke as he watched Draco finger himself open right in front of him. The sight was incredibly hot—Draco's pale ass cheeks clenching around his own digit, his hole stretching invitingly. Harry's cock throbbed painfully at the erotic display.
“Fuck it, I need to taste you,” Harry said before dropping to his knees behind the twentythree-year-old. Draco let out a choked gasp as Harry suddenly dropped to his knees behind him. He was already so wet and open from fingering himself that Harry could easily push his tongue inside Draco's tight hole. Draco leaned back against Harry's face, giving him better access as Harry began to lick and suck on his hole.
It was obvious by the clumsy and enthusiastic way that Harry ate Draco’s hole that the teen had never done this before. The thought shot arousal through Draco. He would be taking Harry’s virginity. Harry was indeed eating Draco out like a starving man, his tongue probing and pushing inside with no finesse but pure teenage horniness. He sucked on Draco's hole like a desperate little puppy, his hands gripping Draco's thighs tightly as he buried his face between those pale cheeks.
“Ah, fuck” Draco cursed under his breath, unable to hold all his sounds in. The boy clearly had no idea what he was doing back there, but his obvious enjoyment of eating ass was somehow even hotter than skilled oral sex. Draco's hole clenched around Harry's probing tongue desperately.
“Let me fucking hear you,” Harry growled.
"Ahhh! Fuck, right there! Harry, your tongue," Draco's composure shattered. He began to moan loudly and shamelessly, bucking back against Harry's face as the teenager eagerly ate him out like his life depended on it. Harry clearly enjoyed Draco’s desperate whines. His own cock was throbbing with need.
Harry added a finger alongside his tongue, pushing it inside Draco roughly as he kept eating his hole out. Draco was making the most obscene noises—moans, whimpers, pleads for more fingers—and his hole was dripping wet and gaping open invitingly.
"Please... please fuck me..." Draco begged, he no longer cared for keeping up his act of disinterest and high morality. He wanted Harry, and he wanted him now.
Harry didn't need to be told twice. He stood up abruptly, his face glistening with spit. His hard cock was standing at attention, leaking pre-cum eagerly.
"Condom?" Harry asked. Draco shook his head.
“No, I’m clean, and I want to feel you fill me up,” Draco said quickly. Harry's eyes darkened with lust at Draco's desperate words. He spit on his hand, using it to slick up his cock. He didn't hesitate, positioning himself between Draco's spread thighs and pressing his bare cockhead against Draco's wet, open hole. He pushed inside abruptly—no gentle teasing, just pure teenage aggression and horniness driving his movements.
Draco screamed out at the sudden intrusion. Harry was big for his age, and his cock was thicker than anything Draco had taken recently. Draco's hole stretched widely to accommodate him, burning slightly from the sudden penetration. But fuck, it felt good being filled so completely by that thick teenage cock. Harry started pounding into him immediately, almost unable to control his thrusting, as his hormones led him.
Harry was humping like a rabbit, his hips stuttering as he pounded Draco's hole deeply. He grunted loudly, his face tight with concentration and teenage lust. He wasn't making love, he was fucking like a hormonal teenager—which was exactly what Draco had unknowingly asked for.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Harry gritted out. Draco's hole clenched around Harry's thick cock at his words, trying to milk him deeper.
"Harder, fuck me harder," Draco begged desperately, his hands gripping the chair arms tightly. Harry took the hint and started hammering into him brutally with no rhythm, just raw teenage fucking.
“You like that? Like how good my teenage cock feels fucking in and out of that tight little hole?” Harry teased. Draco knew he had a dirty mouth on him, but he had no idea just how dirty until now. Draco's face flushed bright red at Harry's dirty talk, his hole squeezing around Harry's cock even tighter. He was officially addicted to this boy's filthy mouth and even filthier cock.
"Fuck yes, I love how your big cock feels," Draco moaned loudly, throwing his head back. He was completely losing himself in this animalistic fucking. Harry's cock was hitting that sweet spot inside him perfectly, making stars explode behind his eyes.
“You gonna let me have this hole whenever I want? You’re right next-door, can sneak right over,” Harry groaned. Draco was too far gone to care about the implications of Harry's question. He was being fucked senseless and the idea of having this teenage boy's cock available anytime he wanted was too good to pass up.
"Yes, fuck yes," Draco gasped out between harsh thrusts. "Whenever you want." Harry rewarded him by reaching around and taking Draco’s cock in his hand.
"Oh god," Draco cried out when Harry started jerking him off while still pounding into his hole. His eyes rolled back at the dual stimulation—his prostate getting hammered and his cock being stroked by a teenager who clearly loved pleasing others.
Harry pulled out of Draco and picked him up by the waist. He threw the blond down onto the couch. Now on his back, Draco had his previous question about Harry’s strength answered. Harry could in fact throw him, and that fact turned Draco on more than it should. Harry crawled on top of him, pushing Draco’s legs up against his chest. He quickly pushed back in, picking up his pace again.
Draco's legs were thrown over Harry's shoulders as the teenager pounded into him like a jackhammer. The new angle was hitting that spot inside him perfectly, making his eyes shut in pleasure. He could feel every inch of Harry's teenage cock stretching his hole wide open.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Draco whined.
“Look at me,” Harry demanded. Draco forced his eyes open and locked onto Harry's intense gaze. Seeing those piercing green eyes while being brutally fucked had Draco's heart racing even faster. Harry was commanding and dominant in this moment, and Draco was completely under his control.
“Good boy, you listen so well. All you needed was a big cock to make you a cute little obedient thing, huh?” Harry teased. Draco's face flushed crimson at Harry's words. He was usually the one in control, the one giving orders. But here he was, being fucked into submission by a teenage boy who was treating him like a toy. And fuck, did he like it.
"You feel so good inside me," Draco moaned, his hips bucking up to meet Harry's thrusts. He was completely lost in the pleasure, his cock leaking pre-cum all over his stomach. "Your cock is so big and perfect."
“I’m glad you like it, baby. I’ve wanted you for a while now,” Harry pants out.
"Fuck, hearing you call me baby while destroying me like this..." Draco's breath hitched as Harry's words sent shocks of pleasure through him. The fact that Harry had been wanting him made Draco feel even more cherished in this moment of utter submission.
Harry leaned down and kissed Draco for the first time. It was messy, clumsy, and perfect. Draco's eyes widened in surprise, then fluttered shut as he kissed back eagerly. It was a sloppy, desperate kiss but it was somehow the most romantic thing that had happened to him in years. A teenager was kissing him like he mattered while fucking him senseless.
Harry wrapped a hand around Draco’s cock while kissing him. Draco moaned loudly into the kiss as Harry's hand stroked his cock in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation was too much for him to handle—being kissed passionately while having his cock stroked and his hole filled by Harry's teenage cock.
"I'm gonna cum, Harry," Draco whimpered against Harry’s lips, his hole clamping down around Harry's thrusting cock. He was right on the edge, his balls tightening as pleasure coursed through his veins. He needed permission, needed to hear Harry say it was okay. "Please, can I cum?" Draco begged desperately.
“Go ahead, baby. Cum for me,” Harry said breathlessly. He was on edge himself, about to tip over. Draco's cock twitched, shooting thick ropes of cum all over Harry's hand and his own stomach. He cried out loudly, his body convulsing with pleasure as Harry continued to pound into him. The sight of Draco cumming undid Harry completely.
Two more thrusts and Harry was cumming inside him, his teenage cock pulsing and shooting load after load into Draco's hole. Feeling Harry's hot cum fill him up made Draco's spent cock twitch and leak more cum onto his belly. They were both breathing heavily, their sweaty foreheads pressed together. Draco felt full and used in the best possible way, Harry's softening cock still inside him. "Harry?" Draco murmured, his voice hoarse from moaning.
“Yeah, baby?” Harry replied, out of breath.
"Can you... stay inside me for a bit longer? And maybe... kiss me again?" Draco asked nervously. He was being unbearably cute and needy, but he couldn't help it. He wanted to savor this moment with Harry, even if it was just a one-time thing.
“Of course, but don’t worry, this is definitely happening again… and again,” Harry assured him. Draco's heart swelled with happiness at Harry's words. He kissed Harry deeply, pouring all his emotions into it—relief, gratitude, and a growing affection for the boy who had just claimed him so thoroughly. As they kissed, Harry's soft cock remained buried inside him, marking him as Harry's.
Harry laid down on top of Draco, but was careful not to crush him. Draco wrapped his arms and legs around Harry, holding him close. He loved the feeling of Harry's weight on top of him, the way their bodies fit together perfectly. He sighed contently, running his fingers through Harry's hair as they continued to kiss lazily.
Draco’s mind couldn’t help but swirl with questions of how this would work out once the Potters returned, but he could ask those later. This weekend wasn’t going to be long enough for either of them.