Haven .|. H. J. POTTER✔

Chapter twenty-seven*

[Hands in the air, besties]

"Fuck - Harry," 

Harry raised his leg up a couple inches. Haven continued to rut herself back and forth on his thigh, clamping her hands over his shoulders as their lips were connected in a sloppy yet frenzy kiss. Haven's nails were digging into the fabric of Harry's hoodie as she groaned out against his lips.

"Good Lord - Harry, wait - ah - I was going to make you feel good," 

The sound of Haven's sinful moans blessed Harry's ears. The sounds alone made Harry's pants uncomfortably tight. Their hips were pressed together so every time Haven moved on his thigh, he felt her rub against him in just the right way but just not enough for him to get to that point of blissful pleasure.

"This is - fuck - this is good," Harry moaned softly in between their kisses. His tongue met hers soon after and another jolt of pleasure erupted from his core. 

Harry felt Haven's hand slide over his back as her movements slowed. Her fingertips brushed over the hem of his sweatpants whilst her other hand grabbed his jaw. Her grip was firm, making Harry whine - and even more when her lips slowly detached from his.

"I was going to make you feel good, alright?" Haven's voice was hoarse from the previous moaning but her tone was dominant and determined.

Harry felt himself grow impossibly harder. 

"Let me do the work," Haven went on, looking into his eyes for any signs of fear or regret. When she found none, she had to ask, "Alright? I need words for this to continue, Harry,"

"Yes - yes," Harry quickly nodded after he cleared his throat. "Yes, please,"

Haven let out a huff of satisfaction and gave him a cheeky smile. "Ready, then?"

"Fuck yes," Harry sighed out and just moments after, Haven latched her lips onto Harry's neck like he had done to her just minutes ago, whilst her hand finally slipped past the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers.

The fabric was already suffocating Harry so all he could do was sigh out in relief when the cold air of the Hogwarts Express hit him. A shudder went through his spine when Haven's hand brushed against him. 

Harry had his head tilted upwards so Haven had full access to his throat, littering it with red and purple marks. Her teeth scraped against the skin on his neck, her tongue flicking over the already sore spots. Harry had his eyes clenched shut after rolling them upwards from the faint pleasure he felt all throughout his body. 

"Ah - good - that's good," Harry murmured softly, right before he released a vocal groan.

Haven had finally grabbed him, closing her hand around his length and flicked her wrist upwards in a swift motion. 

Harry's hand slammed against the wooden crate that he had Haven pressed up against. The wood pricked into the skin on the side of his hand but he couldn't care less. His other hand was tangled in Haven's hair, keeping her lips to his neck so the rough marking of his neck would never stop.

"More?" Haven's soft, seductive voice whispered. Her warm breath hit the sensitive skin on his neck, making Harry shudder all throughout his body. 

"Please - please, more," Harry groaned out. 

Haven immediately moved her hand up and down again, agonizingly slow. Harry bucked his hips into Haven's hand again for more friction. 

"Godric -" Harry sighed. His first was still clenched and against the wooden crate. He couldn't let it go, the tension was too high.