Author's Note: PWP pretending to have some plot. Enjoy!
"Look at you," Draco purred, pressing Harry against the wall, "Gryffindor Golden Boy needy for the Slytherin Prince."
"Shut up," Harry whined, needy fingers slipping beneath Draco's trousers.
"Do you really deserve to get what you want, given what you said earlier?"
Harry attempted a glare through his neediness. "You were the one who wanted to continue our animosity in public," he hissed. "Now will you bloody shut up and give me what I want," he finished in Parseltongue.
"Low blow," Draco murmured, but dipped his head for a heated kiss with the brunet, disentangling himself from Harry's questing fingers, smirking at the lion's mewl, and waved his wand in a practised flick. Both their trousers and underwear pooled around their ankles. "Better?" he asked, pressing his hard cock against the brunet's.
Harry nodded. "You're not going to make me beg, are you?" he whimpered.
Draco hooked his elbows beneath the brunet's knees and hoisted him into perfect position in answer. The lion barely had time to mewl before Draco plunged into him in a single stroke.
"Yes," he moaned. "Draco, please," he whimpered when the blonde remained stationary deep within him.
The blonde locked gazes with the brunet, ensuring he looked nowhere else but at his face, before he set a hard, fast pace, knowing that the lion could take it.
It took only a few strokes before he sent the brunet over the edge, following a split second later. He gently lowered the lion's legs while he was still out of it.
Harry blinked back to awareness, took in Draco's solemn expression, and tugged his underwear and trousers back into place. "What?" he asked defensively as he hopped onto a desk.
"I am having…difficulty…with our arrangement," the blonde replied slowly.
"You couldn't even bring yourself to get dressed before saying you want to end it?" he scowled, crossing his arms.
Draco flicked his wand and he was fully clothed once more. "What was that expression pertaining?" he asked curiously.
Harry huffed out a breath. "Envy, that morphed into the realisation that even if I did have the skill, I wouldn't trust it," he replied, rolling his eyes.
Draco slipped between Harry's parted legs. "You misunderstood me," he stated. "I have no desire to end our relations," he continued firmly, noting that the brunet uncrossed his arms. "The problem I have, is all those that feel they can eye you appraisingly, and flirt with you." Harry opened his mouth. "And before you ask, yes they do."
Harry settled his hands beside his legs on the desk. "I take it you haven't changed your mind about the reasons why we shouldn't go public?"
"No I haven't, damn it, my concerns are still very much valid."
"Then how about a compromise?" Harry suggested, smiling slightly at Draco's curious expression. "Make sure people are aware that I'm taken – I don't need to tell people who I'm with – and ease back on our public hostility. Would that help?"
Draco smirked. "And how were you planning to make people aware?" he drawled, smirk becoming smug when Harry shivered.
"Mark me," he breathed, tilting his head to give the Slytherin better access. "Please," he added when the blonde opened his mouth.
Draco leant closer, kissing down Harry's neck, before he bit down hard enough to mark, ensuring that it would be above Harry's collar. The brunet moaned softly. "I think you deserve a reward," he purred, going to his knees.
Harry moaned again, shifting needily. With a smirk, Draco released Harry's hard cock from its confines. He locked gazes with the brunet, and took his cock in a single stroke. Harry cried out, his grip on the desk white-knuckled as he fought against the urge to thrust his hips.
Draco soon sent the brunet over the edge, and swallowed his cum before he rose. His smug silver orbs met Harry's sated emerald, and his instincts were content. For now.