Unspoken Rules
The bed had resisted three silencing spells and Draco grew frustrated, practically shouting the fourth. To be fair, the first three were sloppy because Harry had been sucking on his neck, straddling his legs on the mattress . He could barely get proper english past his lips.
“Surprised you’re struggling this much,” Harry teased in between kisses, “You’re usually quite good at this.”
“Just shut up and kiss me,” The blonde ordered, pulling Harry away from his neck and onto his lips. The Gryffindor obliged immediately.
It had been almost two weeks now since their first kiss and there wasn’t a moment when they weren’t either on top of each other or pulling the other away to their dorm to kiss.
Harry watched the Slytherin squirm underneath him as he pulled away from his lips, his wrists pinned down on either side of his head.
It was sort of a routine they had, they’d be awkward all day in classes, then retreat to their dorm to fool around.
And Harry would have liked that too, if Draco hadn’t been avoiding his feelings. When they would be finished messing around with one another, Harry tried to bring up a possible relationship with Draco, to which the blonde would grow anxious and silent. Harry would press further, only to see the Slytherin be more than uncomfortable with him.
So he decided to give it some time, perhaps Draco just wasn’t ready. Harry could always be trying to rush things too, that was always a possibility.
It did hurt a little bit, to be so intimate with the boy he loved without actually being able to call him his lover.
But Harry assured himself that it would happen soon. It had to, it only made sense that it would.
Deft hands squeezed plush thighs, Harry tightening his grip as Draco’s breath caught in his throat. His body trembled underneath the Gryffindor, who was busy tugging on the waistband of his briefs.
Harry stopped, one hand gripping Draco’s thigh, the other had a hold on his waistband. He looked at Draco, asking a question with his eyes. A deep crimson burned on the blonde’s cheeks.
“You sure you want this?”
“Please.”
Harry stripped Draco of his bottom layers within seconds, locking him in a deep kiss as he did so. He felt a hand glide through his hair, taking a strong hold on it and tugging it back. Draco returned to favor, sucking and biting on his neck, leaving a deep purple bruise.
“Fuck,” was all Harry could manage, his voice hardly audible through his ragged breathing. Taking a quick look at Draco for his agreement, which he gave, Harry wrapped a hand around his cock. The contact forced Draco’s back to straighten, a shaky gasp escaping his lips. His hips leaned in to Harry’s touch, friction giving him butterflies.
Harry removed his hand and got up from the bed, reaching into the drawer of his night stand and pulling out a bottle of lube. He expected Draco to make some pissy joke, asking him something along the lines of how long have you been waiting to use that, but taking a look at it he seemed far to impatient to make any comment. His cheeks were red hot and his hair was jostled and messy, his legs closed shyly and half under his duvet.
Harry hurried up for him, not wanting to keep him waiting. Now with lube on his palm, he gripped the base of Draco. The blonde pulled him close, restrained and quiet moans going directly in his ear. It only made Harry hungry for more, tightening his grip on Draco’s dick and beginning a slow pace.
Draco’s palm covered his mouth, desperately trying to prevent any sort of noise from tumbling out of it. Harry watched as he resisted the urge to buck into Harry’s fist.
Harry quickened his pace. The hold that Draco had on Harry’s other wrist was stopping the blood flow, a tingly numbness consuming it. He pushed his legs closer together, trapping Draco’s waist underneath him. Harry was more than amused to see the boy become putty in his hands, practically unable to speak.
Soft whimpers and moans flooded Harry’s ears as Draco came undone, ropes of come covered his hand and wrist.
He let go gently, his other hand still grasped by Draco. The boy was shaking, his chest rising and falling quickly. Fuck, shit, fuck, shit was what Harry heard him breathily whispering to himself over and over again.
“You okay?” He asked, his clean hand running through Draco’s locks to keep them out of his eyes.
“That was..” Draco was gasping for breath, “..so good.” Another shaky breath. “Can we do that again sometime?”
Harry smiled, “Of course.” His thoughts got the better of him. “Y’know if you were my boyfriend, we’d be doing this all the time.”
“I said I didn’t want to talk about it,” The Slytherin bit. “We’re taking this slow.”
Harry laughed sarcastically, “Yeah, real slow.”
“Harry.”
“I’m sorry, I was just messing around-“I’m gonna go take a shower.”
Draco got up and shut himself in their bathroom. And Harry was left alone.
A week had passed when Draco gripped Harry’s sleeve, tugging him into an old broom closet and locking the door.
“What are you doing?” Harry asked, rather unable to catch his breath, watched as Draco got on his knees.
“Returning the favor,” The Slytherin looked up at him and smiled, grabbing ahold of the button on Harry’s pants and unzipping them.
“Woah, woah, woah, do you even know how to do this?” Harry hesitated, pushing the blonde’s forehead back with his palm.
“No, but it can’t be that hard, right?” Draco snickered. He shoved off Harry’s shaky hands and tugging his pants down to his knees, along with his boxers. Harry held on to the shelf behind him to keep his balance, his knees buckling.
“Draco, this doesn’t really seem like a good-“ Harry lost his words as Draco carefully took the tip of his cock in his mouth. Unable to stop himself, his hips rocked forward. Looking down at the hallowed cheeks and blonde hair before him, butterflies stirred in his gut. Draco took this opportunity to swallow him whole, Harry’s cock hitting the back of his throat.
Taking little glances at Harry, Draco worked his mouth hard. It was difficult to get used to, the weight of a dick on his tongue. But god, did Harry taste good. He continued to hallow out his cheeks, trying to improve his struggling technique.
He pulled off Harry’s cock with a pop around his lips. Gasping for breath, he mumbled “How am I doing?”
Harry, who was more than flustered, shot him a melted smile. “You’re sort of getting the hang of it.”
“I’m bad at it?!”
“I didn’t say that!”
“You said ‘I’m sort of getting the hang of it!’”
“I just meant that you’re getting better, I’m sor- Oh fuck!” Harry couldn’t finish his argument as Draco swallowed his cock once more. Trying something different this time, Draco received a choke whimper from Harry. The Gryffindor was clawing and tugging at his hair, pushing his lips further onto him. The lack of oxygen was making Draco’s heart race, a burning clump of butterflies deep in his stomach.
“Draco- oh god, oh fuck- holy shit- Jesus Merlin-“ Harry was rambling odd forms of english, none of it was understandable to Draco. All he knew was that Harry liked it.
“Please don’t s-stop-“ The brunette grabbed a handful of Draco’s blonde locks, thrusting his hips forward and back. The look on the blonde’s face as Harry fucked his mouth without mercy was to die for. He could hardly stop himself from pushing his length deeper down Draco’s throat. A nervous thought was shouting in his mind, worried he might hurt the Slytherin. But the slight curve of a smile on Draco’s gorgeous lips shoved that thought deep down till he couldn’t hear it any longer.
A fuzzy, warm feeling built in Harry’s gut, Draco continuing to suck the life out of his cock. His hold on Draco’s hair grew tighter, a choked cry coming from the blonde.
“Fuck- oh f-fuck- Draco oh god!” Harry’s moans grew louder with each thrust, so close from falling over the edge. Two soft hands squeezed the side of his thighs, nails clawing into his flesh.
Harry cried out, his back pained from the pressure he was applying on the shelves behind him. His chocked sobs and moans were somewhat concealed by his hand over his lips, his other hand still pulling on Draco’s hair.
Draco on the other hand could barely keep up with him. His jaw ached, his chin practically covered in drool from his first attempt at a blowjob, the pain from his scalp could have made him cry right then and there. But it didn’t matter, the sounds flooding his ears and the look on Harry’s gorgeous face made it all worth it.
“I’m gonna-f-fuck- I’m gonna f-fucking-“ Harry could barely get the words out of his mouth, his voice intruded by butterflies. Draco’s grip on his thighs increased as Harry’s knees buckled, shakily finishing in his mouth. Startled by the ropes of cum landing on his tongue, Draco attempted to swallow.
Harry could hardly keep himself standing, his back slowly sliding down the shelf. He felt Draco’s rough hands on his waist, keeping him on his feet. Locking eyes with him after coming into his mouth was oddly difficult, yet he couldn’t look away. Draco looked beautifully fucked up. His hair jostled and messy, his chin covered in a mix of drool and cum, his lips plumper and pinker than usual, his struggled breath hot on his neck. Harry’s cheeks burned, shaky hands gripping onto Draco’s shirt, trying to keep himself afloat.
“H-holy shit-“ Harry could hardly get his words out, flustered in Draco’s arms, still slowly coming down from his previous high.
“You’re okay, I’ve got you,” Draco affirmed, wiping his sleeve over his chin and lips and placing a soft kiss on Harry’s forehead. Harry couldn’t help it, too consumed in this feeling of Draco Malfoy. He pulled the boy into his arms, squeezing the ever loving life out of him. He felt Draco return the embrace, suckling on his neck. “Draco please..”
Deft hands cupped Harry’s face, their noses touching. Lips were so close together, yet neither enforced a kiss. A whispered tone sent a chill down the Gryffindor’s spine, “What, Harry?”
“I want you to be mine.”
Draco’s soft smile slightly shifted, Harry wouldn’t have ever noticed it if he weren’t so close to the blonde.
The Slytherin planted an aggressive kiss on Harry’s lips, pushing his back into the shelf behind him roughly. His hands snaked their way back to his waist, breathing him in. Harry melted into the kiss, his body trembling.
Lips pulled apart, hands fell. Draco fixed the collar of his shirt, ran a hand through his messy locks, and left Harry alone in the broom closet.