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“Tell me I’m not,” Potter challenged, raising his chin. Draco’s eyes darted down to his mouth, so close to his own. His breath caught in his throat when Potter’s grip tightened, pulling Draco closer to him. “Tell me I’m not the reason you broke up with her.”

“You—You—You’re not—” Draco crumbled under the scrutiny of Potter’s eyes. Before it was too late, he pushed him away. “Fuck you, Potter,” he shouted.

Potter glowered at him, closing the gap between them in one swift motion.

“You’re a fucking liar,” he growled and wound his hands into Draco’s hair. It wasn’t as rough as Draco had expected. “You’re a liar,” Potter repeated and slowly tilted Draco’s head to the side.

Draco didn’t want to, he really, really didn’t want to, but he let out a gasp when Potter’s lips brushed against his neck.

“What—What about your little boy toy?”

“I broke up with him,” Potter grunted, making Draco shudder when he licked the length of his collarbone.

“Oh.” There was nothing else he would have been capable of saying. Slowly, he closed his eyes as Potter started sucking on a particularly sensitive spot, right behind his ear. Instinctively, his hands found their way to Potter’s back, desperately gripping his shirt.

“Merlin, yes,” he gasped as Potter sucked his earlobe into his mouth and his hands wandered down to Draco’s backside. He probably should have put a stop to this, told Potter to leave before the situation escalated completely. But it just felt so good.

Before Draco knew what was happening, Potter moved behind him, nibbling at the spot where his neck connected with his shoulder. Draco felt his hands on his waist, slowly moving upwards to his chest. A violent jolt shot through him when Potter applied more pressure to his hands, pulling Draco closer to him, while simultaneously pressing himself against Draco’s back. Fuck. He could feel Potter’s erection against his arse, hard and enticing. He let out a low moan, his desire for Potter, bottled-up for far too long, finally spilling over. He heard Potter inhale sharply.

“Draco,” he breathed against his neck, and suddenly, his hands were everywhere. Draco squirmed and gasped as his entire body started to tingle, kicking his senses into overdrive. Potter’s touch was scorching, his scent was overwhelming and the way he kept grinding his hips against Draco’s arse was just downright obscene.

“Oh fuck,” Potter spluttered as Draco almost cried out. Potter had moved his hand down to Draco’s crotch, palming his cock through his trousers. “You’re already hard.”

“Well, so are you,” Draco said breathlessly, instead of defensively. Potter growled into his neck, his fingers curling around Draco’s cock as much as his trousers allowed.

“We need to get these off. Now.”

Draco felt Potter push him forward, his hands already working on unbuttoning the trousers. Draco kept his eyes closed, too absorbed in the sensation of Potter’s fingertips brushing against his cock.

“Fuck! You’re not wearing any underwear,” Potter groaned. His husky voice sent unimaginable desire through Draco. He almost lost his balance when he bumped against something, but Potter held him in place. His eyes snapped open and he blinked, disoriented. Potter had led him to one of the armchairs; his body was still pressed firmly against Draco’s from behind. Slowly, he pushed down Draco’s trousers, until they pooled around his ankles. Potter’s hands slid up his thighs, pausing when they reached his backside. Draco felt him lean in, his hot breath ghosting over his ear.

“Bend over,” he whispered. A violent shudder ran down Draco’s spine, making him sure he would pass out any second. Without hesitation, he leaned forward, grabbing the arms of the chair. He groaned as he felt Potter’s hard cock against his now bare arse. It was a shame Potter was still fully clothed.

“Get those bloody trousers off, Potter,” Draco demanded, impatiently.

Potter chuckled. “All in good time.”