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Harry Potter was one of the most famous guys in college. The golden boy, the proper guy, the captain of the football team, perhaps a bit slow when it came to academic matters, but for the most part, he was still a fairly hard-working student.
Potter, besides being the popular darling, was also known for being difficult. He was never seen with any girls, never hooked up with anyone at parties, and whenever someone finally asked him out, the answer was always "no."
Personally, he never liked all the attention, especially because of who he was. Ever since he was younger, he'd been under the pressure of being the son of one of the best football players in the country, so being on the college team and studying the same program as his father only made the spotlight fall on him.
That particular week, things got a little out of hand. Harry failed some tests because he was so stressed about the state championship final, and practice practically took up more than half of his free time. For yet another day, he was walking from the soccer field to the locker room with all the other boys.
The boys were usually good company when they were just alone and talking nonsense. Harry liked to know a little about everything and help whenever possible. He knew about all the dating struggles, drug problems, and family issues, but he made a point of keeping his life well away from them. After all, no one needed to know his little secret.
And for yet another day, Harry was among all the other boys in the locker room. He listened to the gossip, the somewhat invasive comments, and laughed at Ron's jokes, who was chattering nonstop from across the hall, until the whole place fell silent.
That behavior was quite unusual for his team. No one ever went that quiet. And before he could put on his shirt, his eyes drifted to the beginning of the hallway, finding none other than Draco Malfoy. The most beautiful boy he'd ever seen.
The blond wore light-wash jeans, a loose black Billie Eilish t-shirt, rings on his fingers, a silver necklace that hung over his chest, and a dark green shoulder bag.
Draco was one of the college's top students, a pre-med student. The blond was a magnet wherever he went, always well-dressed, with his nose in the air, and even after the rumor that ended his social life, the Malfoy heir continued his life as if nothing had happened, even though he had to deal with idiotic boys, like most of the football team.
He hated that side of campus, hated having to get involved with the players, but he had to go there that day, and the boy walked calmly between the benches and the half-naked boys, with the boys staring at him. His gray eyes barely lifted from the floor, uncomfortable at being there, trying not to be noticed, but it was impossible. Before he could get to where he wanted to go, Zacharias Smith stopped in his tracks, causing Draco to bump against his strong chest and snort impatiently.
"May I ask what the little faggot is doing in the boys' locker room?" Smith asked loudly, his rough voice bouncing off Draco's face, who stared at him steadily, showing no sign of fear. "Looking for a dick to suck, Malfoy?" He sneered disdainfully, holding his own cock under his pants in Draco's direction, who frowned in disgust.
"I'd rather drink rat piss than suck your tiny dick, Smith," Draco retorted sharply, putting his hand on the boy's shoulder, trying to push him away, but Smith pressed against him even more firmly.
Draco wasn't one of the boys with a lot of muscles; in fact, his body was the exact opposite. He was slim, elegant, with full legs always clearly visible in his pants, and a thin, pointed face. Malfoy was almost angelic.
He stared at Smith, still fierce, but fear grew in his body with every step the boy forced himself against him, making Malfoy back away slowly.
"Do you want me to show you so you can swallow your arrogance, Malfoy?" he threatened hoarsely, his voice deepening and threatening. "Do you think you're the kind of person to talk to me like that, you fucking faggot?" Smith swore harshly, bringing his hand to the blond's chest.
Draco was ready to receive whatever assault came. His eyes closed in anticipation, his body shrinking rapidly, waiting and protecting himself from the attack, but it never came.
"If you mess with him, or anyone, one more time, I'll finish you, Zach." The firm, familiar voice woke Draco, his eyes still closed, making him stare at the scene before him, and for a moment he was breathless.
Harry Potter stood in front of him, his back turned to him as he served as a human shield, pushing his teammate against the other lockers.
No one around him even tried to disturb the Quarterback. Harry seemed to grow at least four inches taller as he faced Smith, and he walked slowly until he trapped him between the locker and his body.
"Did you hear what he said! You're going to side with that little faggot? What does he do? Suck your dick for free?" Smith retorted loudly and insultedly, taking a step toward the captain, and Harry pushed him back, harder, against the locker.
"Shut the fuck up, Smith! You don't want any trouble with me," Potter threatened, pressing his body against the boy's, his rigid, menacing gaze still fixed, and Smith felt the air thicken around him. "Talk to him like that again, and next time, you'll be the one swallowing a dick. And I guarantee you won't be gentle," he added softly, only for the boy to hear, and Zacharias swallowed hard, trying not to show fear.
The two remained close for a few seconds longer, and all the other boys, including Draco, watched the small fight without understanding what they were talking about.
The blond's heart raced a few anxious beats when Harry finally pulled away from his would-be attacker, delivering a seemingly strong punch to Smith's shoulder. Smith groaned in pain, looking away from Potter and back at Draco.
"Now apologize to Malfoy," he ordered, crossing his arms over his bare abdomen. Draco looked at him in surprise at that order, watching as Zacharias took a step closer.
"Sorry, Malfoy," he said dryly with a tired, pained sigh.
Draco didn't know what to say, or what to do. Harry was staring at him blatantly, people watching the situation curiously, but always respecting Potter, and the tension in his body increased considerably. He just wanted to find his best friend.
The blond didn't say anything, just nodded. Ending this ridiculous scene would be the best thing to do. And when Harry got the answer he wanted, Zach looked at him as if asking permission to leave.
Potter gave a small wave, indicating the locker room exit, and Smith haphazardly pulled his bag away, soon followed by the closest group of friends, while Draco dodged every movement.
The locker room now had only the two of them, Ron and Dean in the showers, and two other boys gathering up the scattered towels.
Draco didn't know where to look. Harry Potter wasn't much of a talker, and Malfoy wasn't the boy's biggest fan; in fact, he had a bit of an aversion to the green-eyed dark-haired boy. However, it was the first time he'd seen the team captain shirtless, and it was definitely a sight to behold.
His pale cheeks turned a rosy hue as he realized he'd been staring at his abs for too long, and Harry walked toward him, his gaze never leaving Draco's, stopping in front of the boy.
"Are you okay?" he asked, genuinely concerned, snapping Malfoy out of his stupor, and the blond huffed irritably.
"Of course I am, and I didn't need your help. I'm not a princess in trouble," he replied petulantly and snobbishly, making Harry chuckle softly as he covered his mouth. "What are you laughing at?" he insisted, offended, challenging the captain with his eyes.
"It's nothing, but don't worry, next time I won't try to save the little princess." Potter mocked back, his tongue sharp, and Draco opened his mouth ready to respond, but no sound came out.
He hated being called that; he always corrected himself when it happened, but in Harry's voice, it sounded different. His entire body heated so quickly that his cheeks darkened two shades redder.
Harry couldn't help but notice the flush and the way the gray eyes darted away from his own body, and only then did he realize that perhaps being shirtless made him uncomfortable.
"So, may I ask what the little princess is doing here?" Harry teased again, taking advantage of the boy's new nickname, and pulled on his shirt, quickly changing the subject.
"I came to look for Blaise. I arranged to help him with his physiological biochemistry today after practice," Draco explained, cheeks puffed out, trying to ignore the nickname that made him shiver, and walked to one of the lockers, leaning against it.
"I think you're going to be mad, but Blaise didn't show up for practice today. He said something about going out with someone he's hooking up with or something," Harry explained nonchalantly as he closed his own locker, and the remaining boys walked past him with smiles.
"Harry, we're going. We've already locked up the equipment in the classroom, and Ron and Dean have returned to the main building," Creevey said helpfully, earning a weak pat on the shoulder.
"Thanks, Collin, I'll help you with those throws before class tomorrow. See you tomorrow." Harry said a friendly goodbye, and the two boys walked outside after waving goodbye to Draco.
The blond was a little shocked by the difference Potter treated his teammates. In fact, he never thought the dark-haired boy was capable of fighting with the boys, like he had with Zacharias.
"Malfoy? Is everything okay?" Harry called out suddenly, making him look away from the now-closed door and back at the Quarterback approaching.
"What? Yeah, I was just thinking," Draco replied, a little confused, scratching his hair. "Blaise must have left with Neville." "He said without thinking, quickly covering his mouth at Harry's completely surprised and shocked look.
"With who? Neville Longbottom? The wonderful fool?" Harry asked slowly, absorbing all the information, and Draco began to deny it avidly, approaching Harry, who sat on the bench in the middle of the aisle.
"Potter, no! Don't tell anyone; in fact, pretend you didn't even hear me say that! Blaise's parents are extremely prejudiced, and if they even dream about it, they'll stop paying for his college tuition," Draco began desperately, stopping in front of the seated dark-haired boy, his green eyes still glazed over, staring at Malfoy.
"I won't tell anyone. It's not my secret to share," he said firmly, trying to reassure the blond, who exhaled a sigh of relief, but Potter still looked thoughtful. "But I never imagined, or considered, that Blaise is gay. That's…"
"That's what, Potter?" Are you going to give speeches like your classmate Zach?” Draco cut him off sharply before he could finish, and Harry looked at him, offended, frowning.
“What? No! I wouldn’t do something like that. I was going to say it was new,” he said, incredulous that the blond would think that of himself, and sighed wearily. “Blas always talked about girls to me, about Parkinson’s and sometimes about you. I never even considered that he would be with boys. And that’s cool.” He added with a shrug, and the ending took Draco by surprise, making him raise his eyebrows.
“Cool?”
“Yes. I mean…” He began thoughtfully, trying to choose the right words, and stared into the gray eyes. Harry loved those eyes. “It’s cool that he’s with someone he really likes, someone he’s attracted to.” Potter replied softly, his intense gaze burning into the blond’s face, and Draco felt the intensity course through him, making him swallow nervously. "Of course, it's bad having to hide, but he might have a chance to go out and try it out. I'm happy for him," he added, looking away, a little embarrassed by what he'd just done.
Malfoy couldn't believe what was happening, much less what he was thinking. He was too smart to ignore the signs and the way Harry spoke so genuinely about a subject.
He felt the way Potter looked at him, the way he described his best friend's actions, or the fact that he never dated anyone. And suddenly, everything became crystal clear.
"I know this will seem invasive, but can I ask you a question?" Draco asked before even thinking, regretting it a second later, but Harry nodded.
"Sure! If I can ask you one back." He smiled smugly, getting up from the bench after pulling on his sneakers, and Draco rolled his eyes impatiently.
He still couldn't believe he was about to ask that question. This might be the longest conversation the two of them have ever had, perhaps the first, and Draco would be as invasive as Blaise had been when asking him about himself.
Malfoy walked a little nervously to the closet next to Harry's, and the dark-haired boy was fiddling with some clothes while looking at him sideways, waiting for the question.
"Are you by any chance… gay?" He was direct and sincere. His voice was weak and low on the last word, and Harry practically clenched his jaw when he heard the question.
The answer was simple. One word. Three letters. But he had never told anyone, never said it to himself out loud. No one had ever suspected it and asked him, but it was only after being alone with Draco Malfoy for ten minutes that the boy figured it out. Harry felt pathetic.
"If I answer, will this stay between us?" Harry asked quietly, making the blond's heart race with the imminent confirmation, and he nodded silently, moving closer to the captain.
"I promise. I won't tell anyone." — he said in a whisper, since they were too close, and Harry closed the locker with everything inside, putting the car keys in his pocket.
He could smell Draco's perfume for the first time. It was exactly as he'd imagined, but better. The blond smelled like flowers, like a day in a sunny garden. It was so sweet, so soft, he could drink in that scent and be dizzy for the rest of his life.
It was hard enough confessing his sexuality to someone, and even harder if that someone was his obsessive crush. Harry always managed to see Draco from afar, walked the same places as the blond, heard his voice from afar, and accepted that he would have this for a long time. Potter always protected him, even if the boy didn't see or notice his presence.
He hated how people talked about the blond because of the one day Draco showed up in a crop top. He was perfect that day; Harry nearly had a heart attack when he saw his slightly toned, thin, and delicate stomach. And at the end of the second period, he masturbated in the college bathroom like a hormonal teenager.
That day had been the first time Potter had gotten into a big fight, and he was nearly expelled for assaulting a law student. But as always, his father showed up to help him, and everything turned out "fine." Except for Draco, who, even though he hadn't been present for that stupid fight, never showed up in a crop top again, earning him the worst nicknames, which Harry hated with all his might.
"Yes. I am." Harry answered simply, remembering the blond crying as he left college that same day, three years ago, and Draco opened his eyes in shock. Now he was the one who needed a break.
The gray eyes practically popped out of his head, and Harry sighed softly, still letting him adjust to his newness, and moved a little closer to the boy, now trapping him between the locker and his chest.
"I… I never imagined. You?" Draco whispered, still surprised, staring into the intense green eyes very close to his, and his body froze, feeling his groin heat at the sudden proximity.
"Yes. But no one knows but you." "Harry," he replied simply, resting his open palm on the locker at the height of his slim waist, and Draco held his breath.
"Why did you tell me?" His voice was weak, his gaze darting between her eyes and her full lips, making him press closer to the cold metal. Harry moved closer in sync.
"Because I wanted to ask you something too." His breath met Draco's, making the blond inhale deeply, catching his warmth, and his eyes closed for a few seconds.
"You could have lied. I would still answer your question." His voice was a thread, his eyes fluttering open beneath his blond lashes. Harry slid his hand calmly around her slim waist, feeling the skin contract under his touch, and Draco leaned into him.
"But if I had lied, I wouldn't have been able to do what I've wanted for a long time," Harry answered sincerely, his lips dangerously close to Draco's, and the blond sighed hotly, feeling his hips burn with excitement.
"What do you want to do?" The faint words brushed against his dark lips, and Draco had to hold his hands against the dark-haired man, resting his trembling fingers on his strong chest.
"That's it."
Harry thought of nothing else, and his mouth finally took the thin, soft lips against his own. Draco's touch seemed to burn his skin, his fingers gliding curiously and firmly from his chest to the nape of his neck, tugging at his dark hair.
Draco pinned him to his face needily, and their kisses matched perfectly. They moved in sync, Malfoy ceding complete control to Harry, letting him suck his tongue, bite his lower lip, play with his mouth as he pleased, especially his hands.
Harry's firm fingers moved up and down his hips curiously. He pulled him closer, squeezing possessively, moving up and down, creating more friction between them, and Draco couldn't think of anything but the already apparent, large bulge sliding down his thigh.
Everything he could have hoped for that day would never even come close to making out with Harry Potter in the team's locker room. He didn't even think about Harry until he saw the boy defend him.
Draco felt as if his entire body were on fire. His legs felt like jelly, his nipple was sensitive, and his groin was wetter than usual. Much wetter than when he touched himself. He was hot between her folds, and his entire body reacted to this stimulation.
Potter's lips finally released them so he could breathe, but it wasn't as if he could catch his breath. The brunette slowly lowered his curious hand to the hem of his tight pants. He wanted to feel Draco, wanted to kneel and suck his cock and ass before fucking him.
However, as his fingers continued their path to open the button, Malfoy tried to grab his wrist before touching him, but it was too late.
Harry felt the fabric completely wet, just as he'd expected, but unlike him, there was no bulge, no cock. Just smooth, low skin, pulsing hotly with a small opening.
"Ha-Harry, I…" Draco tried to say with visible fear. He'd never let anyone touch him for that very reason, and he didn't know what to say in the face of Potter's perplexed gaze.
"You don't have…"
"No. I… this is too complicated for me to say, but please… if you don't have anything nice to say, don't. And I'll leave," he said, a little desperate and breathless. His hands finally released Harry's hair and he tried to do up the button of his pants, but Potter held his hand tighter.
His firm fingers delved deeper into his pants, sliding over a pair of lace panties, and his fingers protected her wet pussy, feeling all the oil smeared against her inner thighs.
Draco moaned in surprise at the touch; it was the first time he'd felt a hand other than his own. And it felt good. Malfoy felt his lips heat up as his thick fingers pressed against them.
Her clit was kneaded by the strong hand, slowly moving up and down. Harry seemed to want to explore every wet, pulsing, and hot spot between Malfoy's thighs, and the movements felt incredibly pleasurable, judging by the soft moans the blond was letting out.
"I don't want to say anything because I want to do this some more," Potter whispered against his ear with a mischievous smile, sucking on the lobe while circling his thumb over her clit.
"Uh... Holy shit... Harry..." Draco exhaled louder, spreading his legs a little wider, and the brunette smiled, trailing kisses down his neck.
Harry could feel the sensitive skin pulsing beneath her thin panties, and he moaned against her neck, burying his face a little deeper in the sweet scent.
Draco leaked slowly, hearing Harry moan so close. His waist moved back and forth against the firm fingers, and his pussy grew increasingly sensitive and tight as the panties dug between his folds.
Harry's fingers were thick and agile, and Malfoy felt his body lift a little more each time the boy thrust harder, until the tips reached his tight hole, making him moan louder and thinner.
"Po-Potter, take it off…" the blond tried to speak between moans, but his voice faltered, weak as the fingers squeezed his hole again, making him lift his pussy.
"Take what off, Draco?" he asked provocatively, plunging his finger deeper, and he felt the flimsy fabric of his panties tear.
Malfoy moaned softly, feeling the panties tear against his sensitive pussy. Her lips felt swollen, full, and slippery, and when she moved her pussy a little further toward Harry's fingers, the brunette bit her tainted neck and sucked harder, earning a moan in response.
"My clothes... are so hot..." he said, pulling the thick hair between his fingers and forcing Harry's mouth closer to her skin, feeling the trail of hickeys the brunette left.
Harry didn't hesitate to obey that perfectly worded request. His hands worked quickly as he lowered her pants to her feet, and soon after, her torn panties between her thighs, finally able to see them with his own eyes. Draco was even more perfect.
The black shirt fell lightly over her completely smooth, hairless groin. Her plump, soft lips were redder, a brighter shade than the rest of her body, and luscious.
Her clitoris was small but firm. Harry could see it glistening with slowly dripping oil, and Malfoy spread his thighs a little further, trying to show off to Potter.
He'd never imagined himself doing something like that, but the way Harry was devouring him with his eyes completely turned him on. His hips began to move slowly back and forth, and he felt his hole twitch, wanting to feel his fingers a little longer.
His thick cock throbbed inside his underwear with Draco's effortless movement. Potter quickly squeezed his length, trying to calm himself, and then undid his button and zipper, earning a meaningful look from Malfoy.
"Now will you show me yours? It's a very fair trade." Draco smirked, biting his lip at the insinuating look, and Harry lowered his clothes to his feet, letting his cock poke out on its own.
Malfoy grinned like a whore at Potter's size. He was thick, big, veined, and his plump head was as red as his pussy was now. The blond salivated, watching the precum leaking from his cock and the length all sticky as Harry slowly masturbated in front of him.
"Do you like what you see?" Harry teased with a lewd smile, and Draco let out a husky moan in response, feeling his pussy dripping intensely and arching his waist slightly toward his cock.
"I think I'd rather talk while you fuck me," the blond replied dirtyly, spreading his thighs as far as possible for Harry to fit between them, and the brunette squeezed his own cock before moving closer.
His steps were firm, determined, and Draco watched him with eyes shining with lust as he stretched his arms around Potter's broad shoulders and embraced Potter with his delicate hands, pulling him straight to his neck.
He didn't mind being marked; in fact, he wanted it. He loved every second of Harry's mouth against his skin. The way he licked, sucked, bit, and he wanted more.
The captain left his entire neck, and a bit of his chest, marked by his teeth. Harry sucked hard, licking over the small marks, and his cock fit perfectly between her plump lips, feeling her wet hole wink along its length as he fucked her without entering her tight pussy.
Draco groaned muffledly, biting down on his broad shoulder, and Harry felt his flesh burn, thrusting harder, and his head fitted into her pussy, contracting around his glans, making him groan hoarsely.
"Fuck, you're so tight…" he whispered breathlessly, rubbing the head harder, but restrained himself from sinking deeper than the tip, watching Draco writhe on his cock.
"No one's ever fucked me... and my dildo isn't as big as..." he replied slyly, grinding slowly, his head sinking deeper and deeper, and Harry moaned loudly, feeling the slippery pussy suck him in. "That's it..." he moaned sweetly, rolling his eyes as he felt his cock plunging hotly.
"Fuck, Draco... you're a perfect princess," he praised sweetly and dirty, sucking close to the blonde's jugular. He thrust a little deeper, reaching halfway inside and pulling out quickly. "Tell me, darling. So no one's ever licked your pussy, huh? Never sat down nice and hard and let someone open you up with their cock deep inside?" Potter teased the scoundrel, his cock sticking out close to the hole, leaking more intensely, and Malfoy slyly forced himself against the large head, trying to keep it in his needy pussy once more.
"N-no... but I want you to... please." He cried softly, squeezing his toes, and Harry smiled self-consciously, slowly pulling away as Draco moaned soft "hms," staring at his even wetter cock between his thick legs.
The brunette kissed his pointed chin tenderly and smiled at Draco, keeping their eyes locked, and began to slowly sink to his knees.
All the way down, Harry kissed his body devotedly. His hands gripped his waist, his hips widening. His teeth scraped the soft skin above his shirt, and Draco hurriedly pulled it off, leaving his torso bare, Harry's tongue licking and sucking.
Potter took in every pale, soft spot. Draco undulated against the wet touch, his breath hitching, and Harry sucked his skin eagerly, painting him with purple and red dots, completely drooling.
When Harry finally reached his groin, his pussy wept sweetly between his full lips, parting against his rough jawline, sliding over his skin.
Seeing Harry Potter on his knees, his green eyes darkening as he licked the soft, red skin, made Draco's knees buckle, clutching at the dark hair, eagerly pushing him down a little further.
All he wanted was to sit on that mouth. Watch her pussy fit and roll against his tongue, fucking him as deep as it could.
He felt her hot breath getting closer and closer to his clit, the wet, lingering kisses going a little lower. With a long sigh, Harry finally kissed her clit, moving his tongue up and down, teasing the small, hard flesh in his mouth.
Draco trembled prettily, slamming his back against the cabinet. Harry slipped his arms behind her spread thighs and pulled the skin of her groin slightly, opening her pink pussy like a flower, and sucked harder.
He could come just by sucking on the plump pussy, pushing deeper and deeper into his face. Malfoy smelled and tasted the best, everything he'd ever imagined, if not better.
The sensitive hole pulsed hot and sticky beneath his mouth, and Harry closed his eyes for a minute, allowing his tongue to slide further down until he was slowly fucking him. The grip on his hair pulled him even deeper, beginning a slow, cruel thrust, taking all the honey Draco was giving him straight from the source.
Potter's face was dripping wet. Draco's scent was all around him as he sucked on the loose pussy against his face, moving up and down in sync with his tongue, licking him eagerly.
"You're so good, Draco." Harry's voice made his wet tongue slide between the folds slowly, sucking on the sticky skin, inviting him to thrust in a little more, and Draco moaned longingly, feeling his insides vibrate.
The blond picked up the pace quickly. Her pussy slid more easily, leaking from the red edges and dripping sweetly down Harry's jaw. Draco couldn't take his eyes off Harry as he watched his lips slide down to his chin and back to his tongue, letting it slip free, and Potter played quickly with her clit.
"Oh my God... God... Harry, I'm going to come like this, please, please," he begged quickly, increasing the movement of his hips, and her pussy trembled, trying to pull away from his hot mouth, but Potter shook him firmly, pulling his thighs closer and gripping her swollen clit, sucking faster.
Draco's eyes rolled open, and his legs tried to close tightly, but Potter's head prevented it. His tongue worked faster and faster. He sucked harder, licking slowly, medium, and faster, flicking his tongue from side to side along with his face, and Malfoy moved more intensely, feeling hot jets of cum run down his face like water.
"Aaaaahhnnn fuck... n-no... that's it..." Draco began to moan loudly, his hands pulling his hair harder, and Harry didn't stop sucking for a moment, feeling all the hot cum wetting his face, and swallowing everything he could.
He smelled like Draco Malfoy. His pussy blinked open, the red flesh pulsing, expelling more of the sweet nectar, and Harry opened his mouth with his tongue out, taking everything he could, and Draco grinded slower.
"I-I don't know what that was... God... it's good..." Draco panted wearily, his blurred vision watching Harry's wet face, and the boy smirked, pulling one thigh at a time.
"Definitely very good," he replied as he planted his feet on the floor, but Malfoy trembled limply, leaning against the lockers behind him.
"Y-yes... and I want more, please..." Draco begged wearily, looking at Harry standing up. The brunette smiled mischievously, moving closer once more, rubbing his cock against her cum-filled pussy. Malfoy shivered, gripping his shoulders tightly.
"You want more, huh?" He teased with a charming smile, and held the base of his cock, brushing against her full pussy, making Draco moan tearfully, digging his fingers into the sweaty nape of her neck.
"Y-yes, you promised to open me up with your cock, your mouth wasn't enough..." he cried coaxingly, breathing in his own scent deeply on her handsome face. He licked his lips, tasting it directly from her slightly parted mouth. "I promise to be a good princess for you to fuck... really hot, really wet, and really deep..." he finished lustfully, feeling her pussy throb again, and she grinded on the head of his big cock.
Harry had to hold back from cumming from that alone. It was too much for him. The most he'd ever done was fuck dolls made for that, but now it was real. And Draco Malfoy was begging for his cock inside him.
The brunette moaned appreciatively and lustfully, feeling her pussy slide down his length, but he held her hips tightly, preventing it from fitting there and sealed their lips together.
"Lift your leg," he ordered firmly, making the blond look at him in confusion, but he obeyed as best he could and lifted his right leg.
Harry gripped his thigh firmly and slid his firm fingers across the soft skin, stretching it completely upward. Draco's calf was now on his shoulders, while the other leg remained straight and firm on the floor.
Draco moaned in surprise at his own flexibility and how Harry's cock slid over her pussy, now completely open and offered like a feast for Harry to eat again.
Potter pressed himself against his body, making his thigh stick to his hip, and the entire length slid through the folds without fucking him, making him moan with anxiety, joining his mouth with Harry's.
"I promise to be gentle…" he whispered sweetly and tenderly, letting a smile cross Draco's lips. He lowered a hand to his thick cock, holding the base awkwardly, and brushed the head against her hole.
"Don't be…" he pleaded lustfully, letting out a loud, hoarse moan as he forced his cock against her pussy, sinking it completely while grinding his pelvis against Harry, fucking himself hard.
They both moaned loudly, breathless and raw. Draco felt the entire cock stretching him to the core. Her womb throbbed achingly at the feel of the fat head rubbing against it, and her pussy burned, clenching and taking the entirety of the thick cock ramming into it.
Harry wanted to stay still. He tried. But Draco moaned beautifully. Her lips parted red, taking in the entire veiny, drooling shaft, and Harry stared lustfully at his cock, sheltered by her small pussy, beginning to move with hot resistance.
He fucked him slower and harder at first. Draco took him with some difficulty, his hot core suffocating him and squeezing all the way to his cervix. After a few minutes of slow movements, his hole contracted and relaxed, making him easier to take.
"Mmm… Harry… go faster, fuck me harder, please…" Draco pleaded slyly, tugging at Harry's shirt, and the brunette moaned, her pussy spilling around him.
Malfoy began to grind back and forth, rubbing her pussy against his base. Her clit dragged against his sparsely haired groin, and Harry thrust faster and harder.
Draco's moans were loud, his neck, all painted purple and sweat, stretching back as his eyes rolled back, and the blonde forced her needy pussy to take his entire cock as if it had been made for it.
Harry still held on tightly to his waist. His fingers marked all the skin that had been pure until that afternoon, and the brunette groaned, imagining Draco showing up the next day, all scarred. And Potter wanted more of that.
The brunette pressed himself against the blonde's leg and pressed their bodies together as tightly as he could, thrusting harder, wilder, making Draco's body thump frantically against the lockers, and kissed him hard.
Malfoy moaned receptively. His mouth opened, perfectly fitting for Harry's, and he began to fuck himself on his cock, even as Potter fucked him roughly.
He could feel his pussy building up again, its walls swelling, sliding easier, his cock pulsing and pounding against his sensitive spot, and Draco gasped.
His face tilted back in desperation, and Harry fell onto his shoulders, his teeth digging into his skin, his lips sucking hard, and the obscene sound of his cock sliding in and out of his pussy echoed throughout the empty locker room.
"Po-potter... I'm going to..." His voice was labored, clinging to his sweaty shirt, and Harry moaned hoarsely in his ear, sending another intense wave through his lower abdomen.
"Cum on my cock, princess," Harry whispered, a roguish smile spreading across his lips, and it was as if he'd pushed Draco over the edge.
The blond moved his hips as hard as he could, his cock throbbing harder and thicker, until he began to squirt again as he felt himself being filled with something more viscous.
His eyes fluttered, but he forced himself to keep them open and look down, focusing on the sight of his cock pumping deeper and deeper as his pussy came, trying to expel him.
Heat grew in her pussy as her eyes took in all the white cum smearing Harry's cock, pumping in, out, and in again, and she pounded it all in along with her own as deep as she could.
He could perfectly see the shape of Harry's cock in his groin, fucking him even harder, the swollen, red lips taking the exact shape of his thicker cock, and the veins pulsing against her walls.
He was ruined. Cum oozed and dripped from her pussy, wide open and perfect for Harry to fuck. Her clit was swollen and hard. Her lips fell open, used and abused. She was perfectly stretched, always ready to receive the most delicious cock he could ask for.
Their movements finally began to calm, and Draco's eyes closed, feeling all the dirty liquid drip out along with his still half-hard cock. And Harry calmly pulled away, lowering his half-numb leg to the floor.
Malfoy just smiled tiredly and happily. He's never been so relaxed, warm, open, and ready to do anything he wants.
Harry couldn't help but notice that smile; he'd never seen Draco like that, and he allowed himself to believe that he was the reason. He didn't want this to be a one-day thing, just another random locker room fuck.
"Was I good?" The question came softly, a little uncertainly, and Harry stared at the gray eyes widening in curiosity.
"Of course you were, Draco." The brunette smiled sweetly, bringing a caring hand to his soft hair, and Malfoy pouted sadly, burying his face in the caress.
"Call me princess," the blond asked slyly, turning his face slightly to kiss the soft hand, and Harry laughed foolishly.
"You were excellent, princess." Harry softened his voice, suggestive, and winked at the blond, who rolled his eyes in embarrassment.
"You're an idiot," he cursed shrewdly, and Harry feigned offense. "But I'd be even more of a fool to deny that I like you than an idiot. And I might still like you even more," he hinted, amused and hopeful, as he looked deep into Harry's eyes, which sparkled at the thought.
"Then I'll be a perfect idiot for a little blonde princess," he teased, stealing a peck from Draco, who also laughed, hugging him by the shoulders while Harry grabbed him by the waist.
And the next day, Harry really was a perfect idiot, kissing him in the hallway. A perfect idiot, pulling him into the bathroom to kiss him, driving him home in the car, and a perfect idiot when he met his parents.
He was the perfect idiot for Draco Malfoy.
And all Draco had to do was be Harry's princess.
Only Harry's.