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Draco is idling by the dance floor, scanning the crowd when he feels an imposing presence sidle up behind him, a rough voice whispering in his ear:
“And what is a boy like you, doing in a place like this?” Draco rolls his eyes at the lame line.
“Trying to get fucked, obviously. Go away Potter”
“If that’s the case I’m happy to oblige.” Potter rumbles, moving even closer. He’s so close Draco can feel the heat of his body and smell his aftershave. His cock gives an interested twitch but he drawls:
“Thanks, but I require a real man” His cock stiffens further to just past halfway hard when he hears Potter growl at the slight. He laces his fingers with Draco’s and presses their hands to his cock through his leather pants. Draco can’t help the small shudder that goes through him when he feels it’s impressive size. He’s knows from experience that Potter’s cock feels divine pounding in and out of him, stretching his hole so wide it burns. Draco can’t get enough of it. Aside from his shudder, he doesn’t give Potter any outward signs of interest; riling the man up was the best kind of foreplay.
“That real enough for you?” Potter purrs, his dick pulsing in Draco’s palm. Draco sniffs.
“What an odd place to store your wand Potter, I personally keep mine in my boot when I go clubbing.” His insult makes the man behind him near feral, he laces his fingers more tightly with Draco’s and uses the hold to yank him flush to his body so that Draco can feel his muscular chest and thighs, not to mention his hard cock pressing up against his ass. Draco bites his lip to stifle a moan; it wouldn’t do to ruin his game of hard to get just yet.
“Just for that, I’m not going to let you cum until you beg me, tears and all.”
“So confident Potter, I haven’t even said yes yet. Maybe I wanna fuck that man over there.” He shoot’s his eyes to a tall burly man at least ten years his senior who is making a show of eye fucking him from across the room. Potter has the audacity to actually laugh.
“That man? I have more hair on my balls than he has on his head Malfoy. You’re way too vain to sleep with someone like him. If you’re going to bluff, at least make it convincing.” His reaction pisses Draco off and he rips himself out of Potters grip, cutting a path across the dance floor to the man he’d indicated. Draco smiles coyly as he approaches, dropping his gaze so his eyelashes cover his eyes in a perfect imitation of what they’d look like from above as he sucks the man’s cock. The man’s smile nearly splits his face in two.
“Dance with me?” Draco asks. The man nods eagerly, following Draco to the small dance floor and slotting in behind him, hips pressed firmly to his ass so that Draco can feel his hard cock pressing into his crack. It’s wildly unimpressive compared to Potter’s—not that Draco would ever admit that. Speaking of, the man has seemingly disappeared. Disappointing. Draco wanted to see his reactions as he shamelessly flirted with this new man but Potter apparently wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. Annoying but far from the end: Draco knew that even if he couldn’t see Potter, Potter was watching him. Anytime they were both at the club at the same time it was a forgone conclusion that they’d be going home together. The chase was just part of the fun. Draco allowed the man behind him to grind into him for a few minutes before he got bored and decided to speed things up.
“Wanna fuck me baby?” He asked sweetly. The man’s eyes widened and he nodded eagerly, enthusiastically following Draco towards the restrooms at the back. They made it hardly five steps before Potter was there, roughly grabbing Draco’s arm and pulling him away from the man and towards the door.
“That’s far enough.” He growled. The man tried to protest but Potter shrugged him off:
“Fuck off!” He snapped, causing the man to quickly fall back into the crowd.
Draco noted with amusement that Potter seemed genuinely peeved. Good, he fucked better when he was angry. They didn’t even wait to reach the apparition point, as soon as they got outside Potter held him close and wandlessly, wordlessly, apparated them directly into his bedroom, shoving Draco back towards the bed. The show of power had Draco rock hard and leaking, his arousal clearly visible through his thin pants.
“How rude, I was going to fuck him.” Draco lied in a bored tone. Potter glared and stripped Draco and himself with another wordless spell. Draco shivered again at the display.
“I’m done with your shit Draco. I’m going to show you exactly how a ‘real man’ fucks, just so there won’t be any confusion in the future. Bend over the bed so I can prep you, or I’ll take you raw.” Draco preened internally, recognizing the question Potter was asking him: how rough did he want it tonight?
“Well, I suppose you can try.” Draco sneered patronizingly. The answer: very rough. Potter growled and grabbed him, lifting him clear off his feet and giving Draco no choice but to wrap his legs around his waist to avoid toppling over backwards. Draco’s back hit the cold wall at the same time as one of Potters thick fingers shoved roughly into him. He cried out, hands clenching Potters shoulders hard. Potters finger swirled around a bit inside him, not prepping him Draco knew but rather checking him, making sure Draco had properly prepped himself. No matter how often they played and how rough Draco liked it Harry always checked to make sure he wouldn’t really damage him when he fucked him. Draco was grateful he cared. Potter pulled his finger out and lined his cock up with Draco’s hole.
“Tell me Draco, do you want my cock inside your slutty, greedy hole? Want me to fuck you and use you as my cumdump like the dirty whore you are?” Despite the nasty language, Draco knew this was a serious question he needed to answer without teasing. He knew from experience that Potter always asked for consent and would end the entire thing instantly if Draco played around and teased and didn’t give an enthusiastic yes.
“For the love of Merlin, please just fuck me already!” Draco’s breath was forced from his lungs all at once in a whine as Potter entered him in one violent thrust, sheathing his entire impressive length in one go. Draco couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. The stretch, the pain and the resulting pleasure was enough to white out his brain. He wasn’t sure how long he floated there in the haze of pleasure and pain, the next thing he knew Potter had established a punishing rhythm and was muttering a low stream of dirty talk into his ear.
“That’s right Malfoy, take it. Take it just like that. Such a good slut, my slut. So fucking tight on my cock. So pretty and docile, know you love this. Love my cock. No one else can fuck you like this…”
“Please Potter,” Draco managed to squeeze out “I’ve had more thrilling experiences listening to Professor Binns.” For a second Potter faltered, shocked, before he snorted and spun them, keeping himself inside Draco while carefully moving them to the bed. Once upon it, he pulled out roughly and flipped Draco onto his stomach, immediately pinning him down with both hands in the center of his back before plunging into him once again. Draco inhaled deeply as he felt every inch of Potter’s rock hard cock force its way up his sensitive, well-fucked channel. For a second it was too much, too deep. Pain overwhelmed the pleasure and he threw his hands back to stop Potter. Without slowing his rhythm, Potter obeyed his request and fucked forward with shallower thrusts. Draco struggled with himself, quickly evaluating if he needed to switch positions or if he was enjoying himself. He was enjoying it he decided, and he really really wanted to be able to take Potter’s cock, to let Potter please himself using his body in whichever way he pleased. He just needed to relax, relax and it wouldn’t hurt so much. Draco focused on that thought, forcing his tense, pleasure wracked muscles to relax. Within seconds they did and he pulled his hands back a little, letting Potter thrust a little deeper. He did, not missing a beat and it didn’t hurt, just like Draco knew it wouldn’t. He gingerly pulled his hands back to this sides, gripping the bed comforter and letting Potter resume as deep and hard as he wanted.
“That’s it baby, so fucking good for me. Love how well you take me. Good boy.” Potter praised. Draco melted even further under it, his back talk having fled when Potter started fucking him hard enough to start thinking about being good and taking it. “Now be good and don’t cum until I tell you too okay?” Draco nodded dumbly, letting Potter use him as he laid there like a doll. At least, he laid there for a minute or too before the unrelenting pressure on his prostate and the friction on his dick got to be too much to bare.
“Please Potter,” He begged. “Please, I need to cum. Can I cum?”
“What do you say?” Draco whined and tried to arch, pushing back into Potter’s impossibly firm hands on his back. He didn’t want to say it. He shook his head and bit it back; surely Potter would have to cum soon. He could feel him losing control. A few more minutes and he was desperate.
“Please, please let me cum! I have to cum!” He begged, tears beginning to gather at the corners of his eyes.
“What do you say?” Potter said again, more firmly despite his breathlessness. Draco bit his lip so hard he tasted blood before it exploded out.
“Please Daddy! Please let me cum! Please please please!!”
“Cum baby.” Potter growled. Draco did immediately, cock spurting and hole clenching so hard Potter had to stop moving, shoving in deep and cumming with him, deep inside. Draco’s orgasm lasted until Potter went to pull out, at which point Draco swore he came again a tiny bit. He was left completely boneless, unable to so much as speak while he recovered. Harry didn’t appear to be as affected, he carefully moved Draco further onto the bed so he wouldn’t fall off before disappearing into the bathroom to grab a washcloth. He gently wiped Draco down, being extra careful not to be rough when cleaning his well-used hole. Once Draco was all clean Harry covered him with the blanket before cleaning himself off quickly in the bathroom. Draco was asleep before Harry returned to the room, setting a class of water and a tube of Chap Stick next to the bed for when Draco woke up. This done, he carefully slid under the covers himself, maneuvering a passed out Draco to lay on his chest before slipping off to sleep himself.