Harry rolls away with a grunt as the drapings on his bed are pulled open, expecting one of his dormmates, another boy, or maybe Hermione.
But his visitor climbs into bed with him, which is not something typically done by his dormmates, other boys or Hermione.
Cool hands wrap around Harry’s chest, and a soft breath tickles Harry’s ear.
“Bun, what are you doing here?” Harry breathes, quiet enough that his voice won’t carry outside his bed.
“Missed you.” Draco murmurs against the back of Harry’s neck.
With a few soft thrusts against Harry’s arse, Draco hardens fully, clutching Harry and breathing hotly onto Harry’s skin. The only sound he makes are tiny, bitten off whimpers, muffled by Harry’s neck.
“Okay.” Harry whispers, rolling over. Inside the closed hangings, it’s entirely dark, so he finds Draco by touch instead.
Draco’s wand is in his hand, and when Harry takes it to set it aside, he also casts a quick silencing charm. There’s no spell light from it, so Draco probably doesn’t know Harry cast it.
Under his pyjamas, Draco’s skin is soft and warm, and Harry slips his hand into the waistband of the bottoms. Draco isn’t wearing anything underneath.
“Mm… bun, you’re so hard.” Harry murmurs into Draco’s hair, thumbing at the slit of Draco’s cock. Draco nods.
“I’ve been trying to get off for ages, but it’s not working without you there. I think I’ll drown myself if I have to get anywhere near a shower again.”
Harry sighs, palming the hard cock and pressing his lips to Draco’s head.
It’s almost as easy to read Draco without being able to see him. His muscles twitch, his skin has gooseflesh, his cock throbs. Harry knows his body by touch just as well as by sight.
“I’m here now, babybun.” Harry breathes. His fingers search further between Draco’s legs, finding the glass plug securely in place, buzzing gently. A ‘mercy’ Harry’d set up earlier that Draco both loved and hated.
After ending the vibrating charm, Harry tugs on the plug. Draco presses his face into Harry’s shoulder to muffle his whine.
“Shh… don’t want to wake up my dormmates.” Harry whispers teasingly. “Or do you want them to hear you?”
Draco gasps as Harry pulls on the plug again.
“Do you want them to wake up to your whines, recognise your voice and know exactly who it is I’ve been shagging this whole time? Who my precious bun is?”
With a long, torturously slow motion, Harry takes out the plug. He quickly replaces it with his fingers. His cum from earlier starts leaking out, but Harry pushes it back in to use as lube.
“Do you think they’d come over and open the curtain?” Harry continues, directly into Draco’s ear as he fits three fingers inside. “Or would they listen to you, maybe getting off to your voice.”
“ Fuck, Harry.”
“Do you think Ron would tell them all about how you look when you come? About your fuck-me face? Or how badly you wanted him to stay and watch as I pound your hole and fill you up with my cum?”
Draco’s hips lurch, as the cock ring keeps him from coming and his climax passes him by. He sobs.
“Look at my little bunny, so desperate for me. So needy.” Harry laughs softly. “You want all kinds of attention. For everyone to know how much you need my fingers, my mouth, my cock. For them to know you’re mine.”
