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Trying Something New

"Oh- fuck, harder Harry! Harder!" The only sounds that could be heard were Draco's bed crashing against the wall, Draco's loud moans, Harry's hard breathing and skin smacking with skin. "Fuck! Harry! Coming!" and with a high-pitched moan, Draco came, staining his sheets with his white, sticky fluid. He couldn't stand in his four anymore so he just rested on shoulders and knees with his head buried in the pillows, allowing Harry to continue fucking his abused whole.

Draco's hole tightened around Harry's cock and that was all that he needed to fill his hole with his white seed groaning hard and deep like his thrusts. He then collapsed on top of Draco's back.

"You're squeezing me," murmured Draco, his face still buried in the pillows.

"Sorry," replied Harry rolling to Draco's side.

"You liked it? Today?" Draco asked.

"Yeah... I mean, it's fine."

"'It's fine'?" asked Draco, sounding offended, he turned around, his back now resting on the bed and he turned to look at Harry, "What do you mean with 'it's fine'?" he asked indignantly. How did he dare? Draco gave him around one hour of his day every Sunday and he dared to say it was 'fine'!

"It's just..." started Harry looking for his next words, "I don't know... just... It's really not a big deal, really."

"Just spit it out, Potter."

"It's just... I know we're not teenagers anymore, but I kind of miss how we used to fuck back then, you know?" Harry turned his body to face him and Draco was just more confused now.

"No, I don't know because you are not explaining yourself."

"It's just... I kind of miss like- you know- like... our hate-fucks, you know?"

"Uh? You want us to hate each other again?"

"No- no... it's just that back when we used to 'hate' each other, like in fifth year or so, we would do different stuff, you know-"

"Could you stop asking me 'you know?' because you never got to the point and I can't read your mind, Potter," Draco said sourly.

"Let me finish then," and Draco gave him a sarcastic look as if saying 'you just finished inside me', "Shut up, you know I don't mean it that way. Anyway... what I mean is that I used to fuck you literally everywhere, and you would play hard to get, as if you didn't want my cock balls deep inside you all the time," this made Draco flush and he tried to hide his face with the blanket but Harry didn't seem to realize this, "and you wouldn't play easy to get- what I'm trying to say..." he began again looking at Draco's confused gaze, "is that I'm kind of tired of the generics, maybe we should try something... new? Like, if I wanted... normal, or easy, I could just go to- literally any girl or boy would die for fucking with 'The Saviour'" he said sarcastically, "but-"

"I'm not like any bitch you sleep with Potter. I'm not like the sluts you go to fuck whenever you want," interrupted Draco, and he heard himself with a tone of jealousy, surprising himself.

"I know you're not, I was just about to say how fucking with you is different because it's you ... but I just think things are becoming rather... monotonous," he said with a certain fear in his voice.

Monotonous? What if it was true and Draco had never noticed he was slowly 'losing his touch'? Maybe things with Potter were actually becoming repetitive. It's obvious at some point they had to. They had been fucking almost every Sunday for almost two years now, since Harry had broken up his engagement with Ginny Weasley.

Some people said it was because The-Chosen-One was afraid of commitment, others said it was because he had a secret lover, but Draco knew it had really been because they barely had time to see each other. With Ginny Quidditch practices and international matches, and Harry's auror training and then auror missions, they barely had time for their relationship, so they decided it was better if they just canceled everything for their own good, they had ended in quite good terms of what Draco knew about.