⎯⎯ DRARRY ONESHOTS !

party favor / smut

SMUT WARNING

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Draco felt his shoulder throb as the bespectacled man pushed him into the nearest wall. Harry was shooting sharp, raggedy breaths in impatience as he then proceeded to connect his lips back to the boy's.

Earlier they were in another one of the Ministry event's, filled with the usual same snobs that tries to get on Harry's hair, whether it's for their favour to converse about their oh-so utmost gratitude of his past heroic actions of saving the Wizarding World, or just flat-out shady business. Malfoy's appearance eventually distracted Harry, who got bored by feigning conversations with prissy and posh stuck-up prats that was practically fanning themselves and slapping him with their wheedling cajoles.

Malfoy was present, lengthy platinum hair tied low with a small blue ribbon and a champagne flute grasped in his slender hand as he leaned against the wall, looking equally as bored and without any company visible by his side.

He was now placed in a spot in the Veela Protection Department in the Ministry meanwhile Harry being Head Auror, they've seen each other around here and there, occasionally greeting each others if fate even met the  two together, somehow, in the crowded buzzing of the Ministry. Harry then drunkenly traipsed up to him, filled with whatever Gryffindor courage he had left, and they talked and talked and let's just say they had too much glasses of champagne that they ended up in this spot, against the wall of an empty corridor.

Draco whimpered under his attacking lips as Harry wasted no time to forcefully shove his tongue inside the walls of Draco's mouth, the blond tried to fight back for dominance only by putting his own into action, but quickly failing after his tongue was swept back by his former enemy.

Harry disconnected their lips to speak, a glistening string of spit linking their lips as he pulled back, "Quiet."

The Veela wasn't even given the chance to agree or at least nod before he heard himself moan willingly again when he felt Harry's lips ravishing his neck and sucking oh-so very harshly that the Slytherin knew that it would leave a fairly memorable bruise. The raven bit deeper into his neck as if he was a vampire in dire of immediate blood. No amounts of blood leaked, but at that time Draco couldn't even differentiate if the sticky liquid in his neck was his own blood or just a pool of the Gryffindor's spit mixed with his sweat.

Harry pried his teeth away from the bitten neck, licking his lips as he finished so. He then pushed the blond harshly to the ground, and thankfully for him, Draco has great balance so he didn't fell and in fact dropped into a kneeling position as he didn't waste any second to unbuckle the man's trousers. After much agitation, his trousers quickly fell to the bottom of his legs and Draco held the base of the member, admiring the fine length and girth.

Draco began to eagerly lick the tip of the now leaking with pre-cum shaft, even the smallest action made the Harry shudder. Draco looked up to connect his own eyes to Harry's, seeking affirmation to go further, earning an eager nod from him. The pureblood then proceeded to swallow the whole long length, the weight of his cock pulsing inside his mouth.

He began to bob his head repeatedly, forming a steadfast rhythm. Harry took a firm grip of his long, blond hair and wrapping it acquisitively around his fist as he starts to take control of the bobbing, moaning uncontrollably at the process.

Harry set eye contact with the man beneath him, his eyes glassy and rimmed with red of the pulsing pressure in his mouth. He felt his groin heat up even more, every inch of his muscles tightening as he knew what was about to come. Draco, saw his actions of nearing to cum by hollowing his cheeks even more to the probing length inside his sloppy crevice, going faster as he did so.