𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊?

Chapter 5

“What took you so long,” Harry asked, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor. Draco laughed.

“No dinner,” he questioned, smirking. “Perhaps a cup of tea?” Harry stalked toward him, looking desperate and hungry.

“You may have gotten off tonight,” Harry answered, pushing his hands under Draco’s shirt and pinning him to the door. “But I’ve been hard for hours, and I’m sick of waiting.” Harry pressed his body against Draco’s, sliding his hands around to Draco’s back, and took his mouth in a hungry kiss.

Draco gasped as Harry dragged his fingernails down his back, leaving hot, burning stripes in their wake. He sank his fingers into Harry’s hair and pushed a thigh roughly between Harry’s legs, reveled in the feel of Harry pressing closer and grinding his hard cock against it.

Harry’s frustration was evident as he pulled Draco into him, running desperate hands over his skin, getting tangled in the clinging fabric of Draco’s shirt. He tore his mouth from Draco’s with a snarl and jerked the shirt up, pulling it roughly over Draco’s head before slamming him back against the door, moaning at the contact of skin on skin.

Draco struggled with his shirt, left binding his arms above his head, as Harry writhed against his bare chest, panting into his mouth. Harry’s thrusts were getting more erratic, his moans more desperate, when Draco finally managed to free his arms. He sank his fingers into Harry’s hair and pulled him into a harsh kiss before pushing both of them away from the door, earning a pleading whimper from Harry.

“I’ve had enough bondage for one evening, if you don’t mind,” Draco commented, steering Harry toward the sofa, unbuttoning his trousers, yanking them, along with his pants, down Harry’s thighs as he pushed him onto the sofa. He sank to his knees and removed Harry’s shoes and socks before pulling the rest off and tossing it aside.

“Please,” Harry whimpered, reaching for his cock. Draco grabbed his wrist with a smirk. “I never allow myself to be indebted,” he said with a sly smile, settling between Harry’s parted legs and running his hands slowly up Harry’s thighs, urging his legs further apart. “You have a beautiful cock,” he commented, enjoying Harry’s moan as he surveyed that exquisite example of just why he spent every Sunday lying to his mother over brunch.

“Feel free to touch,” Harry ground out, shifting his hips impatiently and clenching his hands at his sides.

Draco laughed softly before letting his hands continue their slow journey, ending on Harry’s hips, thumbs caressing the sensitive bone. He leaned forward, lifting his eyes to meet Harry’s desperate, pleading gaze, and licked Harry’s inner thigh, carefully avoiding the tight sac that sat temptingly in sight. He grinned at the combination glare and groan that earned him before latching onto the sensitive patch of skin and sucking hard enough to bruise. After a soothing lick, he moved on.

To Harry’s other thigh. He concentrated on creating another mark as Harry cursed above him before continuing on to Harry’s stomach, circling his navel with a lazy tongue before pressing the tip inside and pulling the surrounding sensitive skin into his mouth, sucking firmly. He explored the small space, forcing a desperate whimper from Harry’s parted lips and gaining a damp nudge from the tip of Harry’s cock pressing against his chin.

“Draco, please,” Harry begged, burying his hands in Draco’s hair and urging him lower. “I need – “

“I know,” Draco interrupted, pulling back and removing Harry’s hands from his hair. His own cock was pressing firmly against his zipper as he replaced Harry’s hands at his sides. “Patience.”

He cut off Harry’s reply, leaning down to lick the skin connecting Harry’s painfully hard cock to his achingly tight sack, earning a strangled cry that made his own cock jump. Hungry for Harry’s taste, he took a fortifying breath before heading the opposite direction to take one ball gently into his mouth, sucking it lightly.