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Never in a million years would Draco have thought he would basically fuck Harry Potter with his mouth. Fuck, this was exciting!

“Draco, do it now, fuck me!”

Sweet Mother of Merlin!

“Draco!”

Draco pulled back, trying to focus his blurry eyes on Potter’s face. Merlin, the way he was looking at him sent a violent wave of desire through him.

“Come here,” Potter said huskily, motioning for him to come closer. Draco obliged, sliding forward on his knees until their thighs were touching. “Hold out your hand.” Draco did and flinched when he suddenly felt something cold and wet in his hands. “Lube,” Potter said.

Oh Merlin, this was it, wasn’t it?

“Come on, Draco, I want your cock inside me. Now!”

Draco let out a shuddering breath before he wrapped his hand around his cock and coated it with lube.

“Ah.” Potter let out another moan as he spread his legs wider. This was so much better than Draco had imagined. Slowly, he bent down his cock and rubbed the tip against Potter’s entrance. “Merlin, yes! Yes!”

“Oh fuck!” Draco squeezed his eyes shut as he slowly pushed his cock inside. He paused halfway through, his head swimming. “Are you okay?” he asked, shooting Potter a worried look.

“I will be when I can feel your balls against my arse.”

Without warning, Potter grabbed both his forearms and pulled him down into a kiss, consequently pulling Draco’s cock deeper inside.

“Yes,” he hissed, his hands flying down to Draco’s arse to push him deeper still.

“Oh!” Draco tried to hold still. This was bloody embarrassing. If he wasn’t careful, he would come any second.

“Do you need a moment?” Potter murmured against his lips. His tone was teasing. Draco scowled at him. “That’s okay,” Potter said, brushing their lips together. “Think about…I don’t know…Parkinson. Naked.”

Draco started coughing, which definitely wasn’t helping; he clenched every muscle in his body to keep himself from moving.

“My bad,” Potter laughed. Oh, Merlin! He was practically shaking with laughter. Shit!

“Potter, please stop laughing,” Draco moaned, letting his forehead drop down to Potter’s.

“Hmmm, I like your voice like this. Low and husky,” Potter breathed. Draco bit back another moan, huffing when Potter sniggered.