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"How long?"
Harry checked his watch. "Eight minutes."
"Fuck! Can you come in eight minutes?" Draco was pacing back and forth in the small room.
The room that was getting smaller every second they were not fucking and coming. He had been pacing ever since they triggered the curse they had been working meticulously for the past several hours to break.
No matter how long he had been a curse breaker, he'd never stop being amazed and disgusted at the depths of depravity these old pureblood houses contained.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Draco, I'm twenty-four. I can come in sixty seconds if I want."
Draco huffed out a laugh. "Fair point. However, the fact remains..."
He trailed off and Harry was beyond frustrated. "What fact, Draco? The only fact we need to care about is getting crushed to death by this damn kinky curse."
"The fact that you are not gay." Draco said, sounding exasperated himself now.
Harry let out a bark of genuine laughter. "That's your issue? Fucking hell, Draco, I'm bisexual."
Draco froze and Harry could practically see his worldview rearranging. "You are?"
"Yes, now will you please get over here and fuck me before we die?"
The words were hardly out of his mouth before Draco was on him, bending him over the table, pulling down his trousers.
"Fuck, I don't have time to open you up," Malfoy all but whined.
Harry withdrew his wand and cast the necessary spells. "I'm ready."
As if he couldn't help himself, Draco sank two fingers into Harry's lubed and loosened arsehole. It felt amazing and Harry would have liked nothing more than to spend a very long time in this exact position, but time was running out. "As much as I want you to finger fuck me until I come, we don't have time for that right now."
Draco withdrew his fingers and lined himself up. Grasping Harry's hips he asked, "How much time?"
"Six minutes."
The feel of Draco's cock sliding into him pulled a whimper from Harry. Even with the prep spell the stretch was a lot, almost too much. Better than anything he had imagined, and he had imagined a lot. It was perfect.
"Are you okay?" Draco's voice was tight as he held himself still, letting Harry adjust.
"Yes! Just keep going." Harry tightened his hold on the table edge as Draco pulled back and then slammed home. He felt so bloody full. His cock throbbed where it hung heavy and leaking between his legs.
Draco ran one hand up Harry's spine and into his hair, anchoring it there as he began to pound into Harry over and over.
"You're telling me," Draco gasped.
Harry had the fleeting thought that of course Draco was a talker during sex, before the head of Draco's cock dragged over the sensitive bundle of nerves inside him and all thoughts were swiftly swept from his mind.
"That we could have been doing this." He snapped his hips and Harry moaned, moving his fist to his own cock only to have Draco swat it away and replace it with his own lubed one. He pulled Harry upright until Harry's back was pressed against Draco's front, their sweaty shirts sticking to their skin. Draco wrapped an arm around his chest to anchor him while he wanked him in time with his steady thrusts. "For...years?"
"Well, I was with Ginny until about nine months ago, so no." Harry arched his back and ground his arse into Draco. "Harder. Fuck me harder."
"Months then." For a few minutes nothing but the lewd sounds of skin slapping, the wet squelch of lube and not so quiet moans could be heard.
"Guess we'll just have to make up for lost time." Harry gasped as Draco changed his angle slightly, nailing his prostate dead on. "There. Right there! Oh fuck, I'm close."
"Me too." Draco was as breathless as Harry. "I can't wait until I can have a full night with you. A full day, a full weekend."
Draco rambled on as Harry's balls tightened and he came apart, spilling over Draco's hand and his own abdomen. A few thrusts later Draco was clutching Harry to him as he emptied himself inside.
The curse broke with an audible pop, the walls stopped moving, and the door sprang open.
"Bloody hell!" Ron's voice cut through the room. "Warn a bloke before I have to see Malfoy's pasty white arse."
Footsteps retreated and Harry laughed. "We're going to owe Ron a pint for witnessing that."
Draco stepped back and cast quick cleaning spells on both of them. They quickly redressed. "More like he owes us one. My arse is a damn fine sight."
"I agree."
Draco pulled Harry in and kissed him long and slow before whispering in his ear, "But not tonight. Tonight, you're coming home with me."