"Ngh..don't...s-stop!" the dark-haired man breathed. "Get off!" The blond man from between his legs rose and chuckled. "Now Harry," he crooned, "we both know that's not what you want." He emphasized this point by roughly grabbing Harry's erection. "Now then, let's continue." He proceeded to roughly move his hand, squeezing and teasing the throbbing member. Harry couldn't suppress his gasp when Draco grasped his erection, nor could he stifle his moan when he started to jerk Harry off.
"You love this don't you?" Draco sneered, "You love being my little whore" moving his hand faster now, he moved closer until he was whispering in Harry's ear. "Now Harry," he purred, "tell me what a good slut you are" Harry panted freely, his kiss-swollen lips moved, vainly trying to answer his request. "What was that Harry? I can't hear you.." Trembling under the sensations, Harry arched his back and cried out, "'I'm your whore!" Growling now Draco licked the shell of Harry's ear. "That's right." He plunged into Harry's mouth, roughly pushing his tongue through his lips and fiercely dominating Harry's tongue. Harry moaned into the kiss, all the while lifting his hips to aid Draco.
"Oh, what's this?" He purred, "My little whore wants more?" Harry just panted and moaned and tried to get his mouth to work. Draco grabbed his neck with one hand and pulled his hair with the other. "Say it," he growled, "Tell me just what you want" Harry's hands stumbled, vainly trying to remove Draco's hand from his throat. "I want you to f-fuck me," he gasped out. Deftly turning Harry around Draco sneered into his ear "I know you do." Without any other aid but his own pre-come Draco thrust into Harry. Harry screamed and grasped the headboard for dear life. Draco thrust in hard and deep, "y-you love this," he panted, "me inside you, me on top of you," Draco re-aligned himself so he would hit Harry's prostate before continuing, "You love surrendering to me."
Harry just whimpered and thrust back against Draco. Wanting it to be over, wanting it to be done. Draco grabbed both of Harry's hips as he thrust frantically inside him; his head resting between Harry's shoulders as he panted and grunted freely. He hissed into Harry's ear "Come for me, come for you whore." Harry did just that. Crying out in pleasure and wanton abandon Harry convulsed and then sagged weakly against the bed. With one final thrust Draco arched his back and cried out as he too reached completion. Pulling himself out he proceeded to get cleaned up and dressed. Once he deemed himself presentable he reached over to Harry, now curled into a ball and weeping, and yanked his hair back. Harry yelped and tried to get out of his grip but gave up after a few moments. Instead he resumed sobbing softly. Draco's lips curled in disgust as he looked upon his rival and he bent down to roughly lick his cheek. "See you next week," he purred into Harry's ear, and with a final yank at his hair he released Harry and strode out of the Room of Requirement.
A few minutes afterwards Harry pushed himself off of the bed, and started gathering his clothes, all the while angry tears pouring down his face. Casting a quick cleaning charm, he got dressed and headed towards the door. "Yeah," he thought, thoroughly disgusted with himself, "see you next week."