Draco has always had a thing for interior decor, he’s not obsessed with it but he enjoys designing his own space, as many people do. So it comes as no surprise that in second year when his father managed to get him a private room in the Slytherin dormitory that draco decorated it to his wishes.
His favourite addition to his room is the ever so soft white mink rug in front of his mirror. The thing is velvety smooth and oh so comfortable in fact he’s found himself dosing off on it on more then one occasion. However now is not one of those times.
The door locked firmly, excuses made to his friends about why he can’t go to hogsmede today and the memory of Marcus flint dropping his towel with a confident smirk in the quidditch locker room fresh on his mind.
His hairless ass is flat on the carpet alongside his thighs, his legs bent either side of him as he desperately ruts against the silky smooth texture of the carpet, his mouth loling open like a dog as he pants.
Small tears in his eyes making them glassy as he almost cry’s just wanting to cum, moaning like a bitch in heat just wanting to be mounted.
Draco’s little cock slips along the fabric causing him to press his pelvis harder against the soft material, no longer just grinding against it but seemingly humping it.
Dracos toes curl and he makes a noise akin to an accordion being stepped on as his little balls draw up, the tears now running freely down his cheeks as he stares at his embarrassing reflection in the mirror. A completely hairless 14 year old who sounds like a needy little slut grinding against a carpet to get himself off.
The sudden flood of self hatred makes him press just a little harder making him squirt his pitiful amount of watery cum onto the pretty mink rug, his eyes rolled back into his head as he falls back coming down from his high only to be racked by shame. Quickly glancing over at the cum stain his red blotchy face fills with regret.
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“I’m never going to get that out, fuck!”