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Draco and Harry have been best friends since the first time Malfoy visited Grimmauld Place at age 5 and met Potter, Sirius's adopted son and godson. The boy was the biological son of the Potters, best friends with his cousin Black, but after their deaths in the War, Sirius filed all the paperwork to adopt Harry, who finally became his legal son at age 5. So, the Malfoy family came to visit him as a courtesy to welcome him into the Black-Malfoy dynasty.
Draco remembered very well the feeling he had when he first laid eyes on the 5-year-old boy with his wide green eyes and hair as dark as darkness. Harry had come up to him smiling, just a smile touching his shoulder-length blond hair, and telling him how handsome he was. And that was how Harry Potter had won his heart.
The two were together all summer and through the holidays. Lucius had already given up on convincing Draco to travel with the family, and after much insistence from his son, the patriarch included Potter on every trip. Sirius and Remus were happy to see their son engaging and bonding with little Draco, and unexpectedly, that friendship brought the Black family together once again.
Now, Draco and Harry were celebrating their sixteenth birthday at Hogwarts. Potter had unfortunately become a Gryffindor, which irritated Malfoy and made him stubborn, always letting him sneak into the dungeons. Even so, both were always caught by Snape, the Slytherin's godfather.
Draco hated that this always happened because he'd been trying to be alone with his best friend for a good few months now. Malfoy was planning to confess his feelings to Harry, finally tell him everything he'd always felt, but Snape always decided to show up at the wrong time. So, Draco did the one thing Malfoys do best: a party.
With Halloween approaching, the blond decided that Slytherin would throw a house party in the dungeon commons. The Headmistress had been talking all year about integrating houses and mixing the students up, and when Draco came up with the brilliant idea for the party, the Headmistress didn't think twice as long as her rules were respected: No alcohol or drugs, the rooms would remain locked, and Snape would supervise the party.
Until he heard the last condition, Draco was more than determined to break all those rules, but with his godfather involved, he highly doubted he could achieve anything, and as a final act of desperation, he turned to the only person capable of getting Severus out of his way: Sirius Black.
His cousin was honored by this request, and as expected, on October 31st, Snape had to be absent due to a problem at Malfoy Manor, and Draco had never celebrated so much in his room while sorting out his party outfit.
He had no idea what to wear. Harry had explained that at Muggle parties, people dressed up as everything possible, and Draco was drawn to that idea; it could work. When he asked Granger for help with a provocative costume, the Slytherin was thrilled with the idea of the sexy blonde nurse.
There were only 30 minutes left before the party officially started, and even though he was on the top floor and locked in his room, he could already hear the loud music reverberating through the walls and the voices beginning to fill the room.
The two best friends had agreed not to talk about their fantasies, and Draco was eager to see Harry's reaction when he laid eyes on him. He looked perfect, he felt that way, and he wanted Potter to think the same.
Taking one last look in the mirror, the blond fixed his shoulder-length hair and adjusted his red lipstick, smiling provocatively at his own reflection.
"Good luck to you, Draco," he wished at the last moment and walked into the party in heels, which made him a little taller.
The room was packed. The colorful and enchanted lights flashed frantically, the smell of alcohol and fruit mixed with sweat and the stuffy air and when he appeared on the last step, it was as if all eyes turned to him with dropped jaws.
Malfoy had never felt so desired. He already knew many wanted to be with him, many had already tried, but his answer was always the same. He only wanted one person, and in the sea of explicit glances, he sought only the one who interested him. And there he was, Harry James Potter, gazing at him as if he were a work of art.
The blond wore a white sheath dress that reached right at the curve of his ass, revealing a hint of his flesh. On his thighs, he wore a navy blue garter belt, which matched the cross at the neckline of the dress, and the fabric clung to the ample flesh, making it appear fuller. The neckline reached perfectly to the center of Malfoy's small, firm breasts, which vied for attention with his thighs, but Harry could only stare into his eyes, their green darkening like the night as he walked toward his best friend with a glass of punch.
"Draco, what do you think you're doing?" "The dark-haired boy said irritably before even getting close, and the blond looked at him confused. That wasn't the reaction he wanted.
"I'm dressed as a nurse, Harry. Is there a problem?" he replied nervously, feeling his hands sweating at his sides. Before he could continue, Harry glared at a seventh-year boy, who whistled at Draco and pushed him away. Harry was jealous. And Malfoy smiled.
"Don't you think you're showing too much? People are staring, and you could have anything but good intentions here," the dark-haired boy complained, still staring at him intensely, letting his eyes linger for long seconds on his friend's cleavage. And Draco smiled broadly, mischievous.
"No, I don't think so. And the only person I'm seeing looking at me the way you're insinuating is you," he replied firmly, leaning closer to the Gryffindor's ear like a provocative whisper, and Potter stiffened, gripping his drink tighter and feeling Draco's heat engulf him completely.
For a few seconds, the boy didn't know what to say or what to do in the face of this intimate approach. He'd always liked Draco, but he'd never thought the feeling could be reciprocated, and seeing him like that wasn't helping him stay sane and do the right thing.
"I'm not looking, it's just kind of hard not to when you're barely dressed," he complained, trying to sound firm, and his eyes connected with the Slytherin's gray ones.
Draco felt as if his legs were turning to jelly under the intense gaze. His mouth went dry nervously, and it was as if his entire body lit up with a shiver when the dark-haired boy grabbed him by the wrist and handed his drink to the first person who passed them. And before he knew it, Potter was dragging him through the crowd to his room once more.
"Harry, what are we doing? I'm not changing and I want to go back to the party; I haven't even had anything to drink." The blond complained in confusion as the dark-haired boy opened the door for him, but he remained standing in the hallway with his arms crossed, staring at the Gryffindor inside.
"Draco, come into this room now," the dark-haired boy ordered sternly, sending shivers through Draco's body. He felt a strong heat under the fabric of his blue panties. He obeyed slowly, walking as steadily as he could, and shivered when the door slammed shut behind him.
"Harry, I…"
"Let's find something that shows less…" the brunette interrupted him, heading for the closet, turning his face over his shoulder to take one last look at the blonde, and his eyes landed on his tight thighs. "…of this…" he finished, a little lost, and sighed heavily, feeling the pants of his hunter costume tighten around his groin.
Draco really couldn't believe what was happening. Sure, he'd noticed the jealousy; that was a great sign, but not when the boy was so determined to put on more clothes, not take them off.
Malfoy remained silent for long seconds, just watching his friend pull so many clothes out of the closet and throw them all over the floor. Maybe Potter would eventually find his underwear drawer, and then he'd be more interested in seeing what was under the nurse costume. And that thought was exactly what the blond needed.
Draco didn't really want to go back to the party if he had the perfect opportunity with Harry right now, and even if the dark-haired boy refused to look at him for more than 10 seconds, Malfoy would change his mind completely.
Silent, the blond took out his wand and cast a privacy charm, leaving it on top of his dresser. Harry was still focused on finding another outfit and Draco took a deep breath in a moment of courage as he lifted the dress up her thighs, up her belly and pulled it off, throwing it at her feet until she was only in high heels and lingerie.
The cold wind sent shivers down his spine, and he quickly glanced down at himself, wanting to make sure everything was in the right place. Finally, he looked at Potter's shoulders, covered by the red and black plaid shirt.
"If you don't stop this now, I'm going down like this, Potter." Now it was his turn to sound serious, gaining Harry's attention once again. He stared at him without any apparent reaction, except for his bright eyes.
Harry felt his throat dry. His green eyes didn't know where to look first. He'd never seen Draco like this, and starting like that didn't do his cock any good. The garter belt ran down his thigh to the lacy ribbon that circled his waist. The thong was a different shade of blue, more like baby blue, as was the bra. The entire ensemble was made of thin, practically see-through lace.
The panties barely covered her pale crotch. Harry could clearly see her fuller lips being pressed together by the soft lace slicing through her folds. The thin string ran down to mid-thigh and disappeared, following the path to her perfectly round ass. When the boy started walking toward him, Harry had to take a step to the side closest to the bed, feeling it hit the back of his knees.
"Is this how you want people to see me, Harry?" He continued teasing, his voice becoming more melodious and sly as he brought his delicate hands to her strong shoulders. Draco felt the muscles harden and brought his face a hand's breadth away from his. "Because it doesn't matter how many people are looking at me, as long as you are. I wore this for you," he confessed softly, his eyes shining, his skin crawling with every word.
Draco let everything that was on his mind come out as best he could. He'd never done anything before; it was the first time anyone had seen him practically naked, and he couldn't deny he was nervous about what would happen.
Harry still stared at him, hearing those words echo in his mind. He'd never imagined his best friend would say something like that, and now that it was real, he didn't want to believe it, but there he was, watching Malfoy surrender himself in every way possible. And why couldn't he?
The brunette exhaled hot air through his mouth, feeling his breaths shudder. Malfoy's breath was sweet, like strawberries, making his lower abdomen tighten and his cock tug a little harder.
"I don't want anyone else to see you like this. I... I don't want anyone to see you like I can," he confessed in a husky whisper, lifting his hand to the blond hair and stroking it near the nape of his neck, making the blond shiver and tilt his head toward the caress.
"They won't." The voice was sweet and faint, moving closer and closer to the dark-haired man until their hips were joined, and Malfoy could feel Potter's bulge against his groin perfectly, making him rub subtly there.
"I don't want them to touch you like I want to." The voice came out in a low moan as Draco rocked against him, slowly pushing him until he was sitting on the bed. Malfoy wrapped his thighs around his hips and straddled his cock.
"If you want me to answer that..." she began slyly, grinding back and forth slowly and shyly as the string of her panties, and Harry's pants, became wet with her sweet honey, and the brunette stared at him intensely, feeling his heart race. "I want only you to do this... I want to know what it's like to feel full, desired, loved... I want you to discover all my sensitive places, to hear me moaning and begging for you, only you, Harry..." he continued, a little dizzy with pleasure, feeling her pussy throb needily over the denim fabric and Harry's cock grew bigger and bigger, poking between her folds, forcing the tight hole.
Harry didn't know what to do but moan and grip the slender waist, urging him to continue his movements. With each desire Draco confessed, he discovered he wanted to give everything and more to his blond. He wanted to see it all, to be the only one to give him what he needed, to be inside Draco and discover everything he liked in bed, just as he already knew everything outside of it.
"And I promise I'll do it all," Harry whispered once against Draco's delicate lips before taking them in a slow kiss.
The fit was perfect. Draco could taste the alcohol mingling with his own. Harry's hands grabbed as much skin as they could on his ass and squeezed. The kiss suddenly became intense, and Malfoy continued to move his hips back and forth, feeling the string of her panties press against his clit, making him moan softly.
"Harry…" he moaned needily, feeling his pussy wet the boy's pants even more. He took a deep breath as if his entire body were burning like embers, and he moved up and down on his cock, nudging it perfectly aligned with his entrance, the pressure making his eyes roll back, wanting more.
"Fuck, Draco..." he moaned, pulling his body even tighter against his lap as he raised his hips, trying to fuck the blond as hard as he could, but grunted when he couldn't get enough contact.
Then, in a quick, calm movement, Harry wrapped his arms around Potter's pale waist and turned them over on the bed. Draco was now perfectly stretched out between his pillows, his thighs pinning Potter's hips, preventing him from pulling away, and his hands digging into the dark nape of his neck, pulling him in for another kiss.
Harry sucked on his lips, biting them, letting out a moan as he ground his hips against Draco, and the blond spread his legs wider and wider. His feet hung in the air after releasing Potter's hips, silently begging him to go deeper. He would take whatever his best friend had to offer.
"I want to see more of you... I need to," Draco whispered, pulling away from the kiss after biting Harry's mouth.
The brunette felt his whole body shiver at the request and stopped at that exact moment, his hips pulled away, watching Draco's gaze drift to the bulge in his pants, too close to his pussy. It was large even with all that fabric, and Malfoy swallowed hard, imagining what it must look like without anything on.
"I think that's fair," Harry replied a little nervously.
He knew he was handsome, but right now all that mattered was Draco's opinion, and that made him shiver a little as he started with his shirt.
Malfoy had seen him shirtless many times, but his gaze had never been as explicit as it was now. His gray eyes explored every inch of skin. The boy sighed deeply, his hips shifting, and his curious hand ran down the tanned skin, sliding his fingers over every inch until he reached the waistband of his pants.
"Can I?" Draco asked, a little shy, but he wanted the full experience.
Harry didn't need to nod more than twice, and Draco was already sitting upright in front of Potter kneeling on the bed, his breathing becoming irregular.
The belt practically came undone in his delicate hands. Harry's gaze lowered, following every excited movement, and Draco kept his eyes on the zipper opening, wanting to discover more and more of what was there.
When he pulled down his pants along with his underwear, Harry's cock sprang upward as if searching for somewhere to slip in, and Draco opened his mouth.
Potter was dripping wet, the head slowly leaking a translucent liquid that made almost every part of it shine before Draco's astonished gaze. It was heavily veined, the flesh seemed to pulse at the touch, and it moved on its own in short, rigid movements.
Malfoy salivated, wanting to taste it, even though its size scared him away from taking it in his mouth. However, he shifted his position, trying to get close enough to smell Harry and feel the wet skin against his cheek, making Potter moan at the sight.
Draco sat on his knees as he felt the wetness of his inner thighs. He sighed excitedly, missing the pressure Harry was creating there. He gripped the base of his cock with delicate fingers, eliciting a drawn-out moan from the brunette.
"Harry... this is so big." Draco began softly, his eyes constantly fixed on the hard cock in his hand and how it fit between his fingers, which couldn't quite wrap around it. "It's hot..." He tried to describe what he was feeling, gaining Harry's full attention when he bent his face a little more toward it and opened his mouth as wide as he could to suck.
Draco caught him halfway between his lips, trying not to touch his teeth, and sucked him like a popsicle. Potter moaned loudly, reflexively reaching for his blond hair, trying to maintain the hot, wet sensation, sucking him in eagerly.
The blond had never done this before, but he knew in that moment he was made to suck Harry Potter's cock. The taste of cum sent shivers down his spine as he swallowed the pre-cum, his tongue circling and licking every vein he could feel, saliva pooling at the corners of his lips, beginning to drool as he moved his face back and forth, always halfway down.
Harry's moans and hair-pulling intensified each time Draco slid him down to the back of his throat, gagging a few times. He didn't know if he was doing it right, but when his throat closed, making him choke, Harry always moaned louder and bucked his hips against his mouth, and he would definitely do it more if Potter were to fuck him like this.
After a few minutes of sucking the dripping, dirty cock in his mouth, Malfoy felt his head go deeper without resistance, embracing Harry's cock deeper into his throat, and the brunette moaned loudly as his cock pulsed and grew a little more.
Draco released him a little too quickly, startled and breathless. His lips were now even more swollen, red, and wet with pre-cum, a long string of saliva and cum dripping down his chin as he breathed heavily from his mouth.
"Draco…" Harry moaned at the dirty sight of the blond below him, ogling him for all he was worth.
His blond hair was messy, his eyes seemed to be brimming with tears, but none of them ran down his flushed face. Draco smiled happily, wiping his mouth with his fingers and sucking on them immediately.
"It's so good, you know?" he announced, as if sucking on his favorite lollipop. And maybe he really was. "I could easily spend the whole night sucking your cock, letting you fuck my mouth. I want that so much too..." he continued, deceptively innocent, watching intently as Harry's cock tightened with each word. Draco shifted across the bed until he was lying back in the same position under Potter's watchful eye.
"We can do this whenever you want, love," Harry replied sweetly with a mischievous smile, moving closer to her spread thighs, his gaze falling to her red, completely wet pussy. Potter was sure he wouldn't even need to prepare him. That way, his cock would go deep inside her pussy without any resistance.
"You know I've never done that…" Draco commented weakly, watching Harry's fingers slide up his thigh until they neared his groin, sending shivers of anticipation through him, and his pussy throbbed needily, holding its empty breath until Harry's thumb slid over the string that pressed against his clit.
"Me neither," Harry reminded him perceptively, continuing with circular motions on his swollen clit. Draco arched his waist, asking for more, and Potter grinned mischievously, pulling the thin fabric aside. "And I promise to be gentle," he finished confidently and carefully, letting his middle and index fingers slide easily through the folds to the soft, warm, oil-filled hole, and slowly inserted.
Draco moaned softly and tremblingly, feeling his pussy grip his fingers tightly, and arched his back for a few seconds, feeling invaded.
Harry was in heaven with the sensation and how wet Draco was. His movements were easy, growing faster and deeper. The wet sound his fingers made every time he touched her pussy a little wider made his cock harder and more sensitive.
Malfoy spread his legs a little wider each time. Harry's fingers were thick, long, and rough. It was the best thing he'd ever felt, at least that was the only thing he could think of at that moment, and even then it wasn't enough.
His eyes rolled back every time Potter curled his fingers and hit a more sensitive spot that made Draco tremble completely. The spasm made him embarrassed for not being able to control something that seemed so embarrassing, but every time he reacted like that, Harry repeated the movement, and Malfoy smiled with his eyes closed, moaning for more.
Her nipples were erect beneath the lace of her bra, and the touch of the fabric made him more sensitive every time she moved, the hard flesh brushing against the thin lace. Then, in a desperate move, the blond pulled the garment up a little further, freeing her breasts, which were squeezed by the fabric, still pressing a little higher, and massaged her own nipples with his saliva-slicked fingers.
Her body seemed grateful for the extra stimulation as soon as he touched herself like that, and her pussy opened wider around his fingers, fucking him harder and faster. Her pussy winced and tried to hold more than two fingers. Her lips grew redder, swollen, and battered with each harder thrust Harry made, and she moaned, imagining his cock in place of her hand as he fucked the third finger.
"Harry... if you keep this up, I'm going to cum too soon..." Draco moaned loudly and tearfully, feeling his skin tighten and pliant, wanting to take more than just his fingers, even as he felt the heat growing and his hole throbbing rapidly in Harry's hand.
The brunette moaned appreciatively, pulling away reluctantly, feeling the red skin leak more oil between his fingers. Draco cried out slyly, writhing his legs against the bed and squeezing his fingers.
Harry's eyes widened on his face, his cock slickening even more, creating a dripping stain on the sheets while Draco created a puddle beneath his hips, smearing it all over the bed. He was perfect like that.
"Please, Harry... please..." The blonde begged slyly, his eyes still rolling back from his recent orgasm. But his pussy was still throbbing, wanting more, and Harry felt his cock grow a little more aroused at the sight of the blonde still wanting more, needing more than he could give.
The brunette gladly accepted the blonde's request and bent over him just like before, but now unclothed. His cock fit perfectly between her sensitive lips and moved, pressing the head against her clit, beginning to fuck her without entering.
Draco's hands went straight to his broad back, digging his nails into his strong shoulders, and he breathed heavily, feeling his pussy try to trap him every time he got closer.
The wet sound of his cock sliding through her folds made Draco moan softly. His hips kept arching downward, trying to push his cock inside himself, and Harry groaned softly, planting kisses all over the blonde's neck, who tilted his head back, his skin crawling.
"I want you to let me know if it hurts, okay?" Harry whispered, pleasurable and careful, close to his ear. Draco just nodded, afraid to say anything and his voice would sound more embarrassing than the sounds he was making.
Potter smiled affectionately at the confirmation and kissed the thin mouth with a simple peck. He could still taste himself there, and Draco's lips parting wider, making everything heat up.
The kiss was slow and intense. Their tongues intertwined, Draco sucked him with desire, pulled him by the shoulders to get closer and Harry held his own cock, brushing the head slowly, teasing the blonde's entrance, blinking so hard and needy until finally sliding everything inside without control.
Draco opened his mouth in a perfect "o," breaking the kiss with a soft, aching moan. His eyes burned with the pressure his cock exerted on her pussy, which was still throbbing hotly and squeezing Harry's base, sucking him even deeper if possible.
Potter could feel the tight canal suffocating him, completely filled with oil, and his pre-cum pooling near his cervix. He'd never felt anything so good that he could thrust into it every day without getting tired, and it took all his calm and breath to keep from coming all at once.
The two friends tried to move as little as possible. Malfoy's fingers still gripped his shoulders tightly, trying to alleviate some of the discomfort, and his breathing was still heavy and slow, until Potter slowly kissed him again.
Wet kisses marked Draco's neck, throat, cheek, and lips, trying to distract him. Harry whispered praise, calling the blond's name sweetly and affectionately between each kiss until the boy sighed softly and shivered.
The grip on Harry's shoulders loosened a little more, and his slender hips began to move slightly, feeling his pussy needing attention. Draco moaned softly in sync with his movements as he dragged her clit along the base of his thick, hot cock, making him sigh shakily as he tried to move up and down.
"That's so good... move it..." he asked with a drawn-out moan, lifting her pussy toward the cock still fully inside. Potter pulled out halfway, then thrust back in harder until their skin slapped together, and Draco moaned louder and thinner.
"Is that good?" the brunette asked with a smug smile as he watched Malfoy roll his eyes and move his hips faster, trying to get him to repeat the same movement. But Harry repeated the same thing again, only slower, leaving only his head inside, and Draco bucked like a desperate slut until he was halfway inside, making Harry moan hoarsely.
"If you stop again, I swear I'll kill you and keep your cock to fuck myself," the blond threatened seriously, making Harry laugh at the statement as he moved his hips faster and harder, leaving Malfoy breathless. "Aaahh... that's it, damn it..." he moaned a little dizzily, clinging to Draco's shoulders and trying to keep his hips still while Potter fucked him.
Harry continued with the same rhythm, thrusting hard and fast, always alternating between going halfway inside and burying himself deep inside Draco's pussy. The blond's thighs trembled, tightening his grip on his hips, and his legs pressed Harry deeper, trapping him with his cock leaking into her wide-open cunt, taking him in again and again.
Draco felt like he needed it 24/7. His entire body was relaxed, his dry throat moaning for more, his eyes rolling back whenever his cock hit a sensitive spot, and Harry's kissing and sucking on his nipples drove him wild.
Potter was agile with his tongue, teasing the nipple, biting, sucking, and pulling it between his teeth, never stopping to thrust his cock as far as he could just to feel her pussy clench at his base and pulse hotly, spilling all the honey down his length.
A thin layer of sweat accumulated on Draco's back and the curve of his thighs. He felt tired of keeping his legs tied to Draco's hips, and he slowly released them as he tried to move a little higher on the bed. Potter helped him by pausing for a few seconds, feeling his cock slide on its own through all the honey dripping around it.
"Let's change... I want more..." the blond begged, resting his head on the headboard, watching her pussy swallow his big, hard cock whole, and moaned appreciatively, sinking in halfway. "Yes, yes, yes... this is better..." He moaned louder, his legs now spread and hanging on the bed, but Potter was quicker, lifting them and holding them in the air.
The brunette shifted to his knees between her spread legs, stretched out in the air. Now he was no longer on top of the blond, watching him, completely messed up and panting, his eyes glazed over as his cock disappeared inside him.
Potter kept his hands on Malfoy's legs, keeping them apart and still in the air. Her sensitive pussy curved upwards normally and was open like a flower for Harry to eat as much as he wanted.
The thick cock came out completely slick, with pearly liquid dripping from its base. Draco groaned irritably, feeling empty, moving his pussy up and down, demanding attention once more. Harry watched as his pre-cum dripped down the full, sensitive folds, his hole winking in the air.
"Come on, Harry. Fuck me again and don't stop until you come." Draco urged provocatively, his gaze shining with lust as he wet his lips with his tongue and lifted his pussy even higher to the brunette, offering himself willingly. Potter moaned hoarsely, driving his cock into the red hole, fucking him rough and hard, making Malfoy's head bang against the headboard.
Draco's breasts bounced against his body with each thrust as Harry held him deep inside, and Potter imagined what it would be like to fuck his cock between her breasts until the blonde's entire face was covered in cum.
His cock throbbed at the sight of the ruined blond, his moans growing shrill and choked as his hands clawed at the sheets and sometimes his own chest, bending his face back.
"Aah... Merlin!! Fuck... please, Harry... I-I'm going to cum..." the blond said, lost, looking back at Harry between his legs, resting them on his broad shoulders. Potter moved closer, reaching deeper into the wide-open cunt, taking everything he could. Draco curled his toes, starting to cum all over his cock, invading him.
Harry moaned, feeling the viscous liquid sinking deeper and deeper into him. His groin was completely wet, and the base of his cock dripped with the honey Malfoy released as he arched his back and writhed beneath him. The sight of Draco, utterly defeated, made Harry thrust faster and harder, prolonging the blond's orgasm. A little over a minute later, Potter came, thrusting deep into her pussy.
Harry's entire load spurted out the sides of his cock. The pink pussy throbbed and blinked violently, trying to expel him and also swallow all the cum Draco felt filling him even more, and he didn't want to waste another drop.
Potter breathed heavily, letting Draco's legs hang loosely from his shoulders, and he jerked his cock, still with only the head embedded in the hot pussy. He pulled out slowly, just to watch as his cum painted the swollen lips and all the cum dripped down the hot, relaxed hole until it smeared all over the blond's ass and bed.
Malfoy couldn't think of anything or feel anything other than his throbbing, burning, empty pussy. His shoulders slowly relaxed, as did the tightness of his closed eyes, and he tried to breathe deeply, catching his breath when Potter kissed his legs.
"Are you okay, Dray?" "Harry asked, worried and loving, caressing the long legs he'd always secretly admired, and Draco forced his eyes open so he could see the boy of his dreams once more. And he smiled tiredly, his heart full. It was all real.
"I want it again…" he begged with a breathless sigh, making Harry look at him blankly, and Malfoy smiled sweetly. "If you can hold on, I want more, and I'll want it tomorrow, and the day after… and now I want it on all fours." Draco teased him melodiously and slyly, moving his legs so he could change position, and Harry could even refuse and ask them to take it slow.
But with just the simple movement of Draco turning his back, spreading his thighs, and sticking his ass out as cum dripped from his hole, glistening in the air, his cock grew as hard as before, and he agreed to fuck Draco Malfoy for the entire night that had barely begun.