𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎

Part IV

Chapter Warnings: Smut. And, er…more smut.

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Intrepid Teenage Hero

Part IV: The Smitten Fool

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"Fucking Merlin in a thong and garters!"

"Like that, do you baby?" Harry cooed, before leaning forward and continuing to fuck Draco with his tongue.

"Fucking hell yes!" Draco cried out, his voice muffled from his position bent over the back of the largest couch in the parlour. His knees were on the couch cushions and Harry was kneeling between them, putting to good use every last bit of knowledge he'd ever learned about a rim job.

"That's…that's fucking incredible…" Draco panted. "Oh God, don't stop…please don't stop…"

"Nobody's stopping anything until you come so hard you pass out," Harry promised. He couldn't believe how much he was enjoying this, enjoying making Draco Malfoy writhe in pleasure.

Draco shuddered. "Fuck," he cried out. "Oh fuck…"

Harry could hear the strain in Draco's voice, could hear that the blonde was close, and got a little more aggressive. He brieftly traded his tongue for two fingers, brushing them against that spot deep within Draco.

Draco's entire body spasmed. "Fuck," he cried again. "Fuck, please, fuck me!"

Harry had been planning to rim Draco until he came, but plans can always change. He straightened up, and slowly pressed his cock into Draco.

"Like that?" he whispered, trailing kisses over the base of Draco's neck and leaving little pink marks in his wake.

"Yes, fuck yes, exactly like that," Draco gasped, his legs beginning to shake.

Harry pulled out slightly and then thrust back in. Draco whimpered in response. Harry thrust in a couple more times, and then reached around and grabbed Draco's cock.

Draco shuddered and came almost immediately.

"Fuck yes, fucking give it to me, Potter!"

And as Draco slumped forward with release, Harry froze. His stomach had just fallen somewhere around his knees and he could actually hear his own heart pounding.

"Draco, what…what the hell did you just say?" he asked nervously as he slid out of the blonde, his own orgasm completely forgotten.

"Sorry, what?" asked Draco, who was resting against the back of the couch and panting heavily. He seemed unaware that anything was amiss.

"Did…did you…whose name did you say just now?"

Draco's entire body stiffened.

"Oh shit," he whispered, looking over his shoulder at Harry. "Please tell me I didn't say what I think I said."

Harry watched him warily. "You said Potter when you came."

Draco's eyes went almost comically wide. "No I didn't," he denied desperately.

"Yes, you did," Harry insisted.

"No I didn't," Draco snapped, shaking his head frantically. "I didn't say Potter, I swear, anything but Potter!"

"Draco," Harry said, swallowing anxiously, "is there something you need to tell me?"

He braced himself, preparing to hear Draco scream at him about impersonating Blaise and taking advantage of poor, innocent Malfoys and how saying he was on a mission to save the world was not going to justify this in court.