𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊?

Chapter 4

Draco emerged from the club to find Harry sitting on the curb, elbows on his knees and face in his hands.

“That probably isn’t the wisest place to rest,” Draco commented, approaching warily, lowering himself to the curb, at Harry’s side.

“For you either,” Harry responded in a tight voice, dropping his hands and staring across at the empty lot on the other side of the street. “I’m not sure if I’m more likely to fuck you or hit you at the moment, but I’m pretty sure you don’t want me to do either one.”

“Not when you’re drunk off your arse,” Draco shot back angrily. “That much is certain.” It occurred to him that this was not going quite as he’d intended.

“Yeah, because sobriety is obviously something you value highly in a quick fuck,” Harry snarled, standing. “Make sure you let him know that I got you hard for him.”

“Yes, and thank you ever so much for that,” Draco sneered, standing and following Harry down the street toward the alley they had apparated into a few hours earlier. Harry turned on him abruptly when they were out of the direct line of the public’s sight.

“I can’t believe I was so worried about your reaction this morning,” he said, angrily, his face flushed and his eyes bright. “You made me think – and you’re gay! What the fuck, Malfoy?”

“Oh, so it’s back to surnames, is it?” Draco snarled, stepping closer. “Sobered up enough now to be past wanting to fuck me, I’d guess.” Harry’s laugh sounded anything but amused.

“Oh, no,” Harry said, intensely, his magic near the surface, powerfully seductive in the close quarters of the alley. “I want to fuck you. Don't doubt that.”

“It’s good to know you could shag me sober,” Draco snarled. “Of course, getting the information that it wouldn’t mean a bloody thing was quite nice, as well.”

“What would you rather have heard?” Harry asked, angrily, backing Draco against the alley wall, “that I’m going to steal you away from that cute little girlfriend, that I’m going to spend hours proving to you just how much better it is to have a man over you than a woman under you, that I’m going to pin you to my bed and expect to find you still in it in the morning?”

“God, yes,” Draco panted, arching into Harry as his wrists were pinned against the rough brick above his head.

“You are infuriating,” Harry hissed, pressing Draco firmly into the wall and taking his mouth in an angry, possessive kiss, pushing his tongue past the barrier of Draco’s lips and exploring without even a hint of a request for permission. “What the fuck do you want,” he snarled, pulling out of the kiss, breathless and obviously frustrated. Draco thrust against him, helplessly, earning a low moan.

“I want you to mean that,” Draco gasped without thought, unable to stop his hips from shifting restlessly. “I want – I want not to have this conversation,” he said desperately, pulling against Harry’s still restraining hands.

“You are not running off on me again,” Harry hissed, and Draco tensed as silk bindings trapped his wrists, holding them to the rough brick even when Harry released them to run his hands slowly down Draco’s arms. “You want me to mean what?” Harry asked, one hand caressing Draco’s face as the other descended to trace his collarbone. “That I want you? That’s obvious.” He pressed his hard cock against Draco’s thigh, gaining a whimper. “That I want to steal you away from Pansy?” The hand on Draco’s collarbone descended still further, pushing under the fabric of his shirt to caress his stomach, long fingers brushing up and down the line of hair leading into his trousers. “Would you like me to tell you how hard I’ve tried not to hate her?” he asked angrily, “knowing that she got to have this.” He palmed Draco’s painfully hard cock and stroked it firmly through the restrictive material of Draco’s trousers. “Every night, and that I never could?” Harry stepped back, leaving Draco panting, desperate and helpless, and looked him in the eye. “Except, that wasn’t true, was it?” Harry snapped, his own control obviously nearing its end. He waited for an answer.

"No," Draco whimpered, squirming helplessly against the wall, "it wasn't."

“I could have touched you any time I wanted,” Harry hissed, pressing himself firmly against Draco’s body again, roughly pushing a strong thigh between Draco’s legs, “couldn’t I have?”

“Yes,” Draco moaned, “god, yes.” Harry sank his fingers into Draco’s hair, gripping hard.

“It is true, you fucking idiot,” Harry hissed, kissing Draco’s mouth roughly, and grinding against him. Harry pulled back for a moment, his gaze hungry, before sinking to his knees. “I’ve wanted to do this for a very long time.”

Harry held Draco’s gaze as he impatiently ripped open Draco’s trousers and yanked them roughly to his knees eliciting hungry moan and a sharp thrust of Draco’s hips. “No pants,” Harry laughed softly before grasping Draco’s hips and leaning forward.

“Fuck,” Draco gasped as Harry took his entire cock in one swallow. He stared down at Harry, on his knees, hungrily devouring his cock like he couldn’t wait for Draco to give him that telling shudder. His eyes were open, looking up, piercing Draco with honest lust and an obvious command of acceptance as he sucked hard and pulled back up the length of Draco’s cock, keeping his full lips tight. He held the head of Draco’s cock in his mouth, pressing the tip of his tongue firmly to the slit, before taking the shaft back in, pushing the flat of his tongue steadfastly against the vein on his way down, moaning as he finally swallowed the head.

Harry’s hands were pinning his hips to the wall, and his hands were scraping against the brick as Draco pulled against the silk tie. “Please,” he whimpered, close and panting, as Harry continued to swallow around his cock, pressing his nose into the course hair at its base, breathing harshly against the sensitive skin. Harry pulled back up, massaging the underside of Draco’s cock firmly with his tongue, until only the head was left in his hot, wet, talented mouth. Draco groaned loudly when Harry caught his foreskin lightly with his teeth.

Harry released his hips, grasping his arse tightly as he thrust forward into that waiting throat, fucking that swollen, eager mouth with abandon. His sounds weren’t even words when Harry pulled his cheeks apart and firmly pressed one long finger into him with a slow, delicious burn.

He came, hard, crying out loudly and reveling in the continuing slight burn of that one finger, slowly pumping in and out of his clenching hole. Draco hung limply against the wall, panting as Harry sucked lightly on his softening cock for a few moments before pulling back and pulling his trousers back up onto his hips.

Harry stood, stepping into him immediately and wrapping his arms around Draco’s waist before banishing the silk tie, smiling at him with swollen lips, his eyes still burning with want. Harry kissed him with intent, sharing his taste and promising that they weren’t at an end, only taking a breath before continuing.

“You aren’t going home tonight,” Harry said, pulling out of the kiss. It was nothing less than an order.