Harry was pretending to be asleep. The sounds of his dorm mates snoring around him filled the room, accompanied by the faint hoot of an owl soaring past the window. With the marauders’ map on his chest and his invisibility cloak tucked beside him under the blanket, Harry searched the parchment for the little dot marked with Draco’s name. When he found it, his stomach filled with the now familiar fluttering that occurred every time he laid eyes on his boyfriend.
Boyfriend. He still blushed thinking about it. Draco had lured him into the room of requirement which he’d decorated with balloons and ribbons and a big sign that said “Boyfriends?”. Harry had almost died from laughing but he’d said yes — of course — and they stood there, surrounded by gold and white, kissing with their bodies pressed close together.
Now, he could see the dot labeled with Draco’s name pacing back and forth outside the room of requirement. That was Harry’s signal.
He sat up and swung his legs out of bed. Pulling the invisibility cloak over his shoulders, he crept out of the dorm, down the stairs, and through Hogwarts and to the tapestry that guarded the door to the room of requirement. He paced back and forth three times, thinking hard on the phrase that he and Draco had agreed on.
As he stepped through the intricate door that appeared, Harry pulled the invisibility cloak from his shoulders and looked around. He’d never seen the room so airy and spacious and it was surprisingly bright for the middle of the night. The walls were smooth and white, light by lamps throughout and scuffed floorboards made up the floor.
Draco was sitting on the edge of the bed and he looked up when Harry walked in. The two boys locked eyes and something went taught to Harry. Fuck, Harry liked this guy…a lot. And god he was sexy with his hair pushed back: glistening, white-blonde, and silky. Harry’s fingers ached to run over Draco’s scalp as he moved towards the bed.
Draco’s gray-blue eyes followed Harry as he drew nearer and once he was standing before Draco, his eyes raked up and down Harry’s body. The heat in his eyes made Harry shiver.
“Hi.” Draco’s voice was almost a purr, low and sensual, rumbling through Harry. Unbidden, the sensations from the forest filled Harry’s body—the smell of Draco’s skin, the feeling of the other boy inside him…
But Harry had plans for Draco. He’d made a promise after all.
So, without speaking, Harry pushed Draco back onto the bed, just like he’d done in the forest. Heat thrummed through his body, every nerve alight with the desire to touch every inch of the blonde haired boy before him.
“I spent a long time thinking about this, Draco.” Harry murmured, kneeling on the bed, hands on Draco’s hips. “I’ve been dreaming up all the things I want to do to you.”
Draco stared back, heat rising in his cheeks.
“Did you think about me, Draco?” Harry spoke again, lowering his face to Draco’s. “About how it felt to be inside me?”
Draco let out a small noise and tilted his chin up, letting Harry have access to his neck.
“Well?” Harry grabbed Draco’s chin and pulled roughly so they were eye to eye. Draco’s lips parted.
“I thought about you.” He whispered.
“When.”
“Every day.” Draco’s eyes dropped to Harry’s lips and his hand found the inside of Harry’s thigh. Another shiver traveled through his body. “Every night too,” Draco continued, long fingers spreading up Harry’s leg, “While I touched myself.”
Harry grabbed the back of Draco’s neck and pulled him into a rough kiss. Draco’s free hand came up to rest on Harry’s cheek as they swayed slightly on the spot, his other hand still sending shivers through Harry at its touch. Harry bit Draco’s lip and the other boy’s lips parted.
Harry rose on his knees, putting both hands into Draco’s hair and grabbing slightly. He pulled gently and Draco let out a moan against Harry’s lips.
“Right, Draco.” Harry yanked the white-blonde head back and stared him right in the eye, “I believe I owe you something.”
Draco blushed but he kept Harry’s stare.
“I don’t have the faintest idea what you’re talking about, Potter.” He said, letting his hand drift dangerously high up Harry’s thigh.
“Git, you’re ruining my—“ Harry gasped as Draco laid his hand across his crotch, pressing with his fingers against the fabric there. Everything in Harry’s body went taut, heat spreading throguh his limbs, eyes closing slowly. Draco’s fingers began to move in small motions and Harry’s breathing quickened.
“I’ve got other plans, Potter.” Draco whispered, fingers moving up to the button of Harry’s pants. They were off in seconds, flung onto the floorboards beside the bed. Harry’s shirt followed, and then Draco’s clothes, until they were both naked on the bed.
“So beautiful.” Draco murmured, his eyes roving along the lines of Harry’s body, resting between his legs. “So hard for me,” he smiled, grabbing Harry’s hips and pulling him closer.
“Draco, please I—“
“Save the begging for later.” Draco interrupted, lowering his head, keeping his eyes on Harry’s.
The first touch of his lips to Harry’s dick went through Harry like fire. Draco’s tongue was nimble as it worked around Harry, moving up and down between his legs. Harry moaned loudly and grasped Draco’s hair, pushing his head down further. With his dick deep in Draco’s throat, Harry thrust his hips forward. The effect made him moan again, louder this time, as his whole body tingled with the feeling. As Draco pulled back, he scraped his teeth again Harry, followed by his tongue, licking its way up the shaft. Harry brought one hand down and began to pump himself, roughly running his fingers up and down as Draco’s mouth moved away.
He pulled Draco by his hair so that they were again eye to eye, and, still gripping himself firmly, he claimed Draco’s lips again. He could smell his own wetness on Draco’s lips, could taste it. He moaned against Draco as the other boy pushed his pumping hand away to replace it with his own. Release began to fill his body, climbing up through his nerves and muscles. A gasp pooled in his throat, threatening to spill out but just as he thought he would cum, Draco pulled away completely, leaning back on the bed.
“Fuck! Draco!” Harry whined, reaching his own hand down to help himself.
“Don’t.” Draco said firmly, and Harry froze, looking up at the blonde-haired boy, who had a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Not until I say so.”
He moved close to Harry again, so that their lips almost met.The space between them had never felt so unbearable, or so charged.
“You want to cum?” Draco asked, resting a hand in the cradle of Harry’s inner thigh, right by his cock. The touch sent a violent shiver through Harry who arched into the touch and moaned again. He nodded in reply and bucked against Draco’s hand, hoping for any bit of friction he could get. “Then beg.”
Harry felt heat build in him again, felt his dick throb at the commanding tone. This had definitely not been a part of his plans for Draco, but he couldn’t deny that it was turning him on.
“I want to cum, Draco, please.” He whined, sitting back and looking up at Draco through his lashes. Draco smiled and Harry saw the other boy’s cock start to grow hard. He longed to reach out and hold it, to run his hands up and down Draco’s shaft, to make the other boy cry out. But he would play this game if that was what Draco wanted.
“Please,” He said again, “Please…Daddy?” He batted his lashes, waiting for Draco’s reaction. It seemed to work because the other boy took Harry’s dick in his hand again and pumped up and down.
“Again.” Draco demanded.
“Draco, I want to come so badly.” Harry whined, grinding into Draco’s hand. “Let me, please! Oh~” He moaned loudly as Draco rubbed his balls and dug his fingers in as he moved his hand up and down. “Fuck!”
“You little slut.” Draco laughed, and he moved over Harry, grasping his cock firmly with both hands. “Luckily for you, I like you. Ill let you fuck me, just this once.”
“Yes! Please, Draco, please!”
Guiding Harry into him, Draco lowered himself over Harry until Harry was fully filling him, stretching his skin. A look of pain crossed Draco’s face and Harry paused, his senses clearing a little, pulling him away from the little game they were playing.
“Is this ok?” He asked, resting both hands on Draco’s hips. It felt amazing to fill Draco, the tightness, the warmth…he could melt into Draco and never leave.
“Let me do the talking.” Draco purred and he began to move his hips, a look of pleasure drifting over his sharp features.
They moved like that for a while, Harry inside Draco, the two boys letting out soft moans and gasps. But Harry had been dreaming of Draco under him, and as much as he liked Draco telling him what to do, he had plans for the blonde haired boy. As Draco closed his eyes in pleasure, Harry mustered himself and flipped them, just like he had in the forest, so that Draco was pinned on the bed with Harry leaning over him, still with his dick deep inside Draco.
Both boys made noises at the movement and Draco moaned loudly as Harry slowly slid out of him.
“You little—” Draco started but Harry cut him off.
“I made you a promise.”
The intensity in his voice made Draco’s eyes go heavy and he looked up at Harry through his lashes.
“Go on.”
Harry leaned again over Draco, bringing their lips together, kissing him as intensely as he could. His tongue pushed at Draco’s lips, demanding entry into Draco’s mouth. The soft lips parted and the two boys’ tongues wrapped around each other, pressing up against the sides of each other’s cheeks. At the same time, Harry let him hips brush against Draco’s, their dicks pressed in between.
Draco hummed into Harry’s mouth which sent shivers through his body, and Harry brought his hips down harder against Draco’s. The other boy arched into the contact and their kiss broke. Harry moved his lips down Draco’s jaw and to his throat, thrusting his hips against the ones underneath him.
Draco was shaking, arching high off the bed into every touch of skin. Harry moved his kisses down Draco’s torso and towards his dick. He took hold of it with one hand and looking up at Draco, took the tip of it in his mouth.
Draco’s fingers dug into the bed and his body stiffened and arched. His mouth opened as Harry took the rest of his cock in his mouth, the hardness of it filling his throat, the taste of Draco overwhelming him. His own dick throbbed to be touched, but a promise was a promise. He took as much as Draco in as he could, until his lips brushed close to Draco’s balls. With his free hand he grabbed at them and massaged them as he sucked on Draco, moving up and down, swallowing Draco deep into his throat.
“Oh fuck! Harry, fuck.” Draco had his eyes closed and was driving his hips towards Harry, forcing more of his dick inside Harry’s mouth. The thrusting grew faster as he reached a climax, but Harry pulled back. He could feel it building in Draco, but he wasn’t quite done yet. He pulled Draco out of him once more and moved back up to Draco’s mouth, which was open in a groan.
“Harry—” Draco let out a long breath as Harry pulled him back into a kiss, positioning himself over Draco. His hands ran over Draco's skin as they kissed. Draco moaned as his fingernails dug into his side and their kiss deepened. Slowly, Harry pulled away from the kiss and guided Draco’s dick into himself.
He shivered with pleasure as the full length filled him, like it had int he forest—like he’d been re-living for days. Tipped his head back and bracing his hands on Draco’s hips, he began to fuck draco slowly, moving slowly up and down.
Draco’s moan was loud and passionned. He arched into Harry, driving his hips up to match Harry’s rhythm and resting his hands on the other boy’s hips. He closed his eyes, narrowing his focus to the incredible feeling of Harry, the way he moved, the noise of their bodies meeting. He opened his eyes again as their pace began to quicken, Harry bouncing up and down, gripping Draco’s hips and panting.
They locked eyes as Draco fucked Harry hard, driving into him with all the strength he could manage—he needed more fo Harry, need to fill him and touch him, to be in his skin.
They were both panting now, letting out moans of pleasure and desperation as release began to build.
“Ah~, Fuck Draco, yes,” Harry cried out, his curls bouncing across his eyes. In desperation, he reached down and began to pump his cock as he moved up and down, squeezing as Draco yelled out.
“Fuck, Harry, I’m almost there.”
Their pace was ferocious now, cocks throbbing and fire building in their bodies, they both clutched at each other as they came, nails digging hard into skin, breaths coming ragged and bodies convulsing. Draco shot into Harry as they thrust together once more, and Harry came soon after so that both boys lay together on the bed, panting and exhausted.
“Fuck, I love you.” Draco said between breaths and he pulled Harry towards him, letting their lips brush once more.