Hex Me or Kiss Me Book One

Ambushed

After classes, Harry waited for Draco in the broom closet on the Charms corridor, where he knew Draco would pass if he were going to dinner or anywhere else really. He felt sort of stupid, but it didn't matter. He had run from the Transfiguration classroom to reach the closet in time and was a bit sweaty, but that didn't matter either. He had the door open just a crack, waiting for a flash of that blond hair.

It had been a long day. A very long day. Draco's control was starting to slip badly. And he wanted to be with Harry. Then he stopped in the middle of the corridor. Was he supposed to meet Harry now or after dinner? He really couldn't see himself going into the Gryffindor common room without the other boy. He closed his eyes for a moment and then started forward again, not exactly sure of his next move.

There it was. Harry saw Draco's hair and leapt from the closet, grabbing his arm and pulling him inside with him. He hoped no one saw, and if they did, he hoped they would ignore it.

Draco had nearly pulled his wand and hexed Harry before he realised who it was. "Fuck, Harry," he gasped.

Harry ignored him and pulled Draco in for a long kiss. He broke away after a minute. "Merlin, I've been wanting to do that all day."

Draco surrendered himself to Harry's mouth and arms. It felt so good to relax into them and not hold himself so tight. "Oh, Gods." He sighed. "It has been too long."

Harry chuckled because it had only been since that morning. "I wanted to jump you in Defence after you said that to me. Right in front of Snape," Harry said, kissing along Draco's neck

"Mmm," Draco hummed, letting his head fall back and arching his neck for Harry.

"Fucking hell. I want you so bad," Harry whined as he continued to kiss and lick Draco's skin.

Draco moaned, letting his arms fall open, giving himself over to the Gryffindor. "I am yours," he whispered.

"Do you think we can manage a quickie?" Harry asked huskily, already fingering along Draco's robe.

"At ... your ... service," Draco gasped, reaching to cup Harry's crotch in one hand and running his hand down his chest, scratching through the fabric of the other boy's shirt.

"Mmm, fuck," Harry let out, reaching for the forming bulge in Draco's trousers. He used his other hand to start undoing them.

"Oh, yes," Draco hissed when Harry's hand touched his cock through the fabric.

Harry finally got the fasteners undone and plunged his hand inside, gripping Draco's cock and giving it a few pumps.

Draco moaned loudly and ran the hand down Harry's chest to start unfastening the dark-haired boy's trousers. His fingers were quick and graceful, but he was trembling a bit as he did it.

Harry was panting now. It was so hot in the little enclosed space, and he was sweating even more than before. He could feel Draco trying to get his trousers undone and his heart sped up. He stroked Draco quicker.

Draco finally got Harry's trousers undone and then yanked them down to his knees, shorts and all. He reached one hand to Harry's cock and the other to squeeze his arse.

"Ah!" Harry cried shortly, thrusting into Draco's hand. He rested his forehead on Draco's shoulder and tried to speed his hand up even more, but it was difficult now with Draco's hands on him.

"Do ... we ... have,... lube?" Draco gasped between strokes as tried to synchronise his hand with Harry's.

Harry, who had been hoping this might happen, nodded his head yes. "Check ... my ... pocket," he panted.