Boy's Bathroom pt.2
The door to one of the stalls creaked open like a death sentence. Draco whipped around to find Potter leaning against it.
He smiled, a flash of white teeth and cruel dimples. "Hello, Draco."
What the hell was Potter doing here-
“What the hell are you doing here?!” Draco yelped, stepping back and gripping the rim of a porcelain sink to steady himself. His sweaty palms were slick on its surface and he stumbled.
Potter rushed forward like a snake about to strike, and Draco swore his eyes glinted. His smooth face was only inches away from Draco’s flushed one. He realized all too late that Potter had a good three inches on him when the prat had to tilt Draco's chin up to meet his gaze. He put a palm on the wall behind Draco in a cheesy muggle way, Draco wanted to scoff but it was effective in trapping him so that all he could see and smell was Harry Harry Harry.
Whatever hand-me-down shirt Potter was wearing was a size too big on him, and the wide collar gave Draco a glimpse of tan muscled skin, a sharp collarbone, and a bobbing Adam’s apple.
Why did he like that? He wasn’t supposed to like that. Shut that DOWN Draco-
In the seconds it took for his thoughts to spiral, Draco found that a tongue was now lightly brushing against the side of his neck.
The moist spot it left behind was cool in the air and caused full-body shivers to course involuntarily through him.
Harry was suddenly behind him, a strong arm around Draco’s now much smaller chest. Harry hitched him up so that he was now somehow carrying the flustered Slytherin from behind, shifting the blonde’s limp head so that it was lolled back on Harry’s broad shoulder.
Draco nuzzled into the side of Harry’s neck. He smelled so fucking good. “What’s happening…” he slurred, blinking slowly. He swore the room was 100 degrees warmer.
Draco fanned his face absentmindedly, it was hard to think straight. “ I’m so hot … Merlin-!” Draco had the air practically knocked out of him as Harry pressed him up against a stone wall so that they were face-to-face. His feet were dangling and his muscles felt more lethargic with every pathetic kick at his rival.
“What do you-? ” Harry’s hand cut off Draco’s words as the taller boy leaned in towards his ear. Draco felt the hairs on the back of his neck prick up.
“Mistress said she would get me a pet of my own,” Harry hummed lowly. “I just didn’t think she would be so personal about who she picked.”
He seemed almost upset about whatever he was talking about- but Draco could barely put two and four together with how much his fucking hole was throbbing. It didn’t help that Potter’s hand was inching slowly down from his chest to his sharp hipbone. His body squirmed under the light touch.
Wait…hole?
“Yes, Hole.” Harry smiled like an absolute prat, a mouth of monster teeth. “We own you now, Slut.”
Draco could hardly believe the audacity of this boy. Calling him a slut so goddamn freely like that- What did he know about anything? What right had he to-
“Nyuh-!” Draco yelped and crumbled forward as Harry’s calloused but smooth fingers began playing with Draco’s swollen lower lips. He didn’t remember undressing.
“Potter… ” What was Draco even trying to say? “Potter-! ”
Two fingers plunged deep inside him. Draco cried out as they moved expertly inside.
Of course Bloody McSavior Potter would be good at this. What the hell-
Draco wanted to be angry at him, but all he could do was moan pitifully as Harry explored his heated body.
Draco gripped Harry’s biceps more firmly for support. He watched with half-lidded eyes as Harry played with his twitching body.
He needed something in him NOW-
Someone was whimpering “Please please please please-” and the next thing Pet knew, he was lifted further up the wall with an even tighter grip. Potter's clothes had somehow disappeared as well. “Master~” Pet gasped.
His body writhed against Master’s body thoughtlessly. “That’s exactly right Draco,” Harry leaned his pelvis closer so that his pet could feel how aroused he was making him. “Good boy.” He smelled like night sky and clean leather.
Pet moaned and humped against him brainlessly, whatever he was worried about before clearly didn’t matter, nothing mattered other than how his body was making him happy. Was making him feel so happy and dumb.
Was…
Was…
“I want you to ask me.”
Pet shook his head. Pet didn’t remember how to talk. It was so hard-
Master tilted his head to the side, patient. Was he really going to make Pet talk?
“Fucking speak Malfoy.”
“Please!” he cried. Once the word came out, he couldn’t stop the mindless flow, “Please fuck me, Master please- please Master I need you I need- hnggh- !"
He was inside him now, all the way. That effectively shut him up.
Harry was so big. Harry was so fucking big.
What the fuck.
"Uh, uh, uh-"
Cute mewing sounds were coming out of Draco's mouth as Harry fucked him slowly.
He could feel every ridge throbbing in his eager hole. Back and forth back and forth- BURNING BURNING MORE MORE-
The Boy-Who-Lived clamped down on Draco’s neck. What started as a passionate hickey began to send droplets of blood down Draco’s pale skin. They glistened like rubies before melting into his shirt. Pet wasn’t really sure what that was all about, but he figured if he needed to know, Master would tell him.
And if Master’s fangs were actually dangerous, then they wouldn’t feel so good. Right?
The blood began to stain his once crisp white dress-shirt. But Pets didn’t need clothes, so that didn’t matter much anyway.
Pet could feel his body physically changing from the overload of arousal building up in the pit of his pelvic area.
He was literally shrinking beneath Harry's hands, becoming smaller in frame so that Master had to hunch over to continue drinking from his neck. Pet’s fluffy ears twitched as Master’s messy hair brushed against his face. It smelled good. He licked the side of Master’s face repeatedly to show how grateful he was for Master's pets
“Good boy..” Master cooed, his blood-red mouth grinning into Pet’s neck. Pet was shrinking, shrinking, becoming cuter and more docile with every drop sucked. And with his smaller frame- his new hole also shrank "Mmh- !"
Master felt even thicker inside of him. Master was good enough to slow down his menstruations until his Pet could adjust to his new size.
Pet was so full, needy little hips bucking up into his savior desperately, into the angel who was finally scratching that itch he couldn't kill. Pet liked this one. Pet felt that this Master actually cared about Pet’s own pleasure and safety, unlike that other Master -
“Such a good boy for me,” Harry gripped the back of Pet’s hair and yanked so that Pet had to look into Master’s now blood-red eyes. “I just know you're going to cum so fucking fast Malfoy.”
Who was Malfoy? Pet’s tongue lolled out as he went cross-eyed from the pleasure. “Oh fuck-” Master moaned when he saw how pretty Pet’s face was for him.
Pet could feel his orgasm building. So close, so fucking close -
Master suddenly froze and sniffed the air- and of course, Pet barely registered this because he still had a giant fucking dick in him-
Master pressed both of them as flat as he could against the wall- covering Pet’s mouth with his large hand. Pet had involuntarily yelped at the feeling of Master pushing deeper into him.
He drooled on Harry’s fingers.
A clear feminine voice followed the sound of a door slamming open.
“I told you to wait for me Potter. Ugh.”
Harry stood guilty frozen as Pet continued to struggle and melt against him.
“He’s an eager one!” Hermionie waltzed towards them and scratched Draco behind the ear. He continued to pant without really seeing her. Harry shifted Pet away from her and his nails dug into Pet’s skin. “You said he was mine .”
“And he is darling!” she cooed, brushing Harry’s face. He instantly leaned into it. “But I wanted to watch it. I want to see Mafloy like this as often and for as long as I can.”
Pet began humping needily. Had they forgotten about him? “ Uh- uh- uh- ” he whimpered pitifully. “Well?” Hermione looked at Master. “Fuck him!” Master nodded and bit down on Pet’s neck. One hand kept the side of Pet’s face pressed against the wall while the other rubbed his clit in neverending circles. Pet mewed in pleasure. He made all kinds of pretty noises that Hermionie began recording with a muggle device. Where Master’s lips touched his skin, sweet fireworks erupted. He began to feel lightheaded, and his vision was blurring around the edges. But that was okay because any kind of pain was quickly stifled by the drugged flow of pleasure in his veins.
Pet closed his eyes and became too stupid to think any further.