Harry's hexed so that he will be hard until he has sex with his soulmate...this was a one-shot though was quite long so i only added the sex scene(s). Top!Harry Bottom!Draco... From Like Cinderella, But with Cock by loveglowsinthedark Have fun!

He loves bartenders, Harry decides. Nobody else would serve him an eighth Firewhiskey on ice without even blinking, the way the tall, thin witch with the dozen moving tattoos along her arms and shoulders does.

Harry smiles weakly at her as she swaps his empty glass for a fresh drink, wondering if he ought to have stumbled to the loo first for a quick wank-break before ordering this round.

Drinking, he decides additionally, is infinitely preferable to going onanotherfutile date that would end in mediocre, passionless sex that left him feeling slightly nauseous. Developing a drinking problem is what he should focus on. Fuck soulmates – especially his own.

"Hello, grumpy."

The soft, smooth greeting is in a voice that is easily familiar and startling in its pleasantness.

Harry turns his head, vision swimming slightly. "Malf...oy?" he slurs, blinking in bewilderment at the long, pale form who folds himself onto the stool next to his own.

Harry's cock twitches.

"Potter," Malfoy nods, a single tip of his shiny head, "I didn't know you were a drunk."

"I'm not," Harry replies at once. "Well, not yet anyway." He squints slightly, pushing his glasses up his nose and blinking as Malfoy finally comes into proper focus, his expression one of wry amusement. "What're you—what're you doing here?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," Malfoy eyes go round, "I didn't realise this place was reserved only for Golden Prats."

Harry rests his head in one hand, forgetting to reply for several seconds as he simply stares at Malfoy with a soft, loopy smile that slowly spreads across his face until he's grinning at him like a stupid goof. Malfoy looks away, taking a few sips of his drink and ignoring him for as a long while before turning back to him with an impatient, "Okay, what? Is it really a problem if I sit here?"

"Absolutely not," Harry is quick to say. "I'd never have thought you'd sit beside me anyway."

"Yeah, you and I both, Potter," Malfoy says, lips quirking slightly. Then, slightly more seriously, "Are you all right? Where's Weasley?"

Harry shrugs. "We do sometimes go out separately, you know?"

"Hard to believe," Malfoy says lightly. "I was under the impression that the Weasel was your personal bodyguard."

"Yeah," Harry bobs his head with a sardonic smirk, "I'm the one who's been known to strut around flanked by bodyguards. Sure."

Malfoy flushes slightly, scowling even as he purses his lips over a smile. "Greg and Vince were myfriends, you arse."

"Sure," Harry repeats, laughing as Malfoy shoves one sharp elbow into his arm.

"Merlin, you really are still an arse," Malfoy says, picking up his tall glass of something clear and lemony, taking a long sip. Harry watches as his throat bobs when he swallows – and then he's simply staring at Malfoy's neck – the long, graceful length of it, the pale, unblemished skin. It's that sort of neck that would only look prettier with half a dozen hickeys dotting it.

Harry's prick jumps again.

"What're you staring at?" Malfoy's stunning blush is back, a touch of pique to his tone as he turns to him once more.

"You," Harry blurts out, before sighing and adjusting the bundle of his work robes in his lap. "Why'd you have to go and get so hot?" he mumbles mournfully into his own drink. "'s really distracting."

When he steals a quick peek, Malfoy is staring at him with his mouth hanging open, looking completely gobsmacked. "Merlin, Potter!" he hisses, colour leaking down his neck and across the little sliver of his collarbones that's visible beneath the collar of his cream button-down, where his tie has been loosened some. "How drunk are you?"

"Drunk," Harry confirms flatly. "Just drunk enough."

"Drunk enough for?" Malfoy's gaze is fixed on the slice of lemon floating around in his glass, but Harry can see how his knuckles are sticking out white and sharp where he's gripping his glass too tightly.

Harry can feel his boner lean hopefully in Malfoy's direction.

"To buy you a drink, maybe," Harry says without thinking.

"I alreadyhavea drink, Potter."

Harry reaches over and backhands the glass out of Malfoy's hand, sending it flying over the bar. Malfoy blinks at him in shock as the tinkle of breaking glass sounds, the barest suggestion of a smile on the corners of his pink mouth. "Drink, Malfoy?"

When Malfoy's fresh glass of gin and tonic is back between his pale, spidery hands, he slants Harry a long, inscrutable look. "Trust you to be an obnoxiously charming drunk."

"You think I'm charming, Malfoy?" Harry's cheek is resting in one hand, his body leaning into Malfoy's personal space with no conscious effort to do so.

"Obnoxiously so," Malfoy responds, carefully not meeting his eyes, voice decidedly breathy. "Is this why you were here alone tonight, Potter?"

"Is what why I was here alone?"

Malfoy smirks, gaze sharp and merciless. "To pull."

"Oh," Harry tilts his head, returning the same sly smile, "I didn't realise you were available to pull."

Malfoy swallows hard enough that Harry actuallyhearshim gulp. "I—I didn't say I was."

"So say you are."

"How d'you know Iam?"

Harry's hand is suddenly on Malfoy's thigh. "I don't," he admits quietly. "I hope you are though." He lets his hand squeeze, very briefly, and enough to draw a soft gasp from Malfoy, before pulling back.

Malfoy breathes steadily, the pause stretching on and on before he says, "Another couple of drinks, and I think I will be."

Malfoy doesn't wear pants, Harry is more than a little pleasantly surprised to find out, an hour later.

He's got Malfoy's crisp black trousers down past his slim, silken thighs, and there's nothing else in between Harry's desperately groping hands and Malfoy's sinfully perfect, deliciously round bum as he grabs two handfuls of the taut, supple flesh andkneads.

Harry's head still swims lightly, the whiskey burning through him with every pump of his furiously thumping heart. His cock is oozing slick, wetting the front of his pants and seeping slowly through his trousers.

Malfoy gasps as Harry's erection stabs his hip. "Fuck, you're already--" He suddenly gasps again, breaking off as Harry pushes his face into his neck and takes a firm mouthful to suck. "I never do this, fuck, but I never do this--" he rants feverishly under his breath, one hand tangling in Harry's hair, the other winding its way between them to close around the painfully straining bulge that is Harry's boner.

Harry groans into the bruise he's sucked, immediately rutting into Malfoy's hand, his whole body burning with sensation. "What don't you do, Malfoy?" he remembers to ask after a second, yanking aside Malfoy's collar some more so he can bite into the soft crook of his neck.

Malfoy whines. "Th-this," he breathes, tugging Harry's cock in a rolling swirl. "Y'know... Let someone get me pissed and then let them snog me in a back alley."

"I'm not just someone," Harry pulls back and says seriously, dark gaze sweeping over Malfoy's flushed cheeks and wet mouth, his pupils round and black within the pale grey irises. "And I haven't snogged you yet."

"So let's fix that," Malfoy whispers, yanking Harry's head forward with the hand still caught in his hair.

Their mouths meet in a ferociously hungry, terribly messy kiss, teeth clacking together too hard, tongues writhing wetly against each other. Harry can taste the zing of Malfoy's drink on his tongue and growls as he winds a hand in Malfoy's blond hair and roughly angles his face into place so he can shove his tongue further in. Malfoy moans, his hand tightening painfully around Harry's erection, making Harry buck in shock and bite down too hard on Malfoy's lip.

Malfoy hisses, a short, sharp intake of breath through clenched teeth, and jerks away, but Harry's hand is only fisting more firmly in his hair, drawing him right back in and kissing him so hard that Malfoy's head slams back into the rough brick wall. Harry can barely evenstandat the moment, his cock practically vibrating with the need for further stimulation. Malfoy is warm and pliant and gorgeous in his arms and Harry feels as though he's slowly unravelling, mind and body.

Whimpering now, Malfoy finally pulls his hand free from between them, choosing instead to carefully angle his own freshly risen cock so it's slotted against Harry's still clothed erection, andgrind.

That by itself is sufficient to make Harry release his mouth and drop his forehead onto Malfoy's shoulder, letting out a rough sound that comes out as more of a sob. Malfoy swivels his hips, repeating the firm grind into Harry's cock and Harryshudders, the pleasure almost too much, too intense.

"Fuck,yes," he grits out, wrapping both arms around Malfoy's waist and squeezing. "Fucking hold on," he growls, and doesn't wait for Malfoy to finish wrapping his arms securely around his shoulders before Disapparating.

He has Malfoy cheek-first against the wall, his trousers pooled around his feet, about three seconds after they land in Harry's front hallway.

"Fuck! Potter, fuck!" Malfoy sounds almost panicked as Harry's finger finds his arsehole, but the way he presses back into his hand doesn't leave room for doubt or pause.

Not that Harry even pauses. His erection is downright painful as he pulls it out, more actual pain than pleasure, and Harry is desperate as he slicks his fingers and swipes them against the soft furl of Malfoy's entrance. "Fuck, please, Malfoy," he coats his erection liberally and lines up, "please fucking let me, I'm so sorry, oh shit, please--"

He's pressing in even before he's finished pleading with him, and Malfoykeens, a high, tremulous note, when the bulging, purpled head of Harry's cock slips into him with an audible pop.

It's nothing like the other encounters Harry's had in the past couple of weeks.

Malfoy's arse pulls him inside, the unbearably tight channel giving way, opening up, as his wildly twitching cock ploughs in. Harry doesn't even have to pull out and start thrusting before he's spilling into Malfoy, gasping out his climax into the neck he'd bruised a few minutes ago.

Malfoy, meanwhile, is howling up at the ceiling, and when Harry frantically reaches around to check, he sags with relief to find that not only is Malfoy still hard, but is now leaking out long dribbles of precome, fucking his fist in frantic little bucks, hips moving as much as feasible within the tight space between Harry and the wall.

"Potter, fuck, please!" he shrieks, as Harry pulls out and shoves back in once, then again, and another time, before rucking up the rumpled cream shirt, grasping his hips and yanking them outwards. His own come slicks the way as he then proceeds to pound into Malfoy, over and over again, huffing out a breathless guffaw as Malfoy scrabbles viciously at the wall and screams, "Merlin's giant testicles!"

"You're into balls, then?" Harry murmurs, releasing Malfoy's prick to reach further below and locate his wildly swinging balls and tug, thrusting steadily into the wet heat of Malfoy's arse, hips pumping so hard that they bounce right off the fleshy softness of his bum. "D'you enjoy having a pair in your mouth, Malfoy?"

Malfoy moans, bracing both hands against the wall and rocking back onto Harry's cock. "I could've—sworn you—came just now, Potter," he says, fighting to breathe as Harry further picks up pace. "Shit, right there—there! Potter, there, don't stop, keep--" he groans helplessly into one arm, "—keep going, Potter!" he manages in a high wheeze.

"Go'ng t'go all night, Malfoy," Harry promises roughly, grabbing his cock once more and pumping swiftly. "All fucking night--" he squeezes his prick under the head as Malfoy emits a garbled shout and starts to come all over his hand, "—until you fucking pass out."

"Potter!" Malfoy's hand closes over Harry's on his prick as Harry continues to massage the final few trickles out of him. "Fuck, you bastard--"

"'s what I'm doing, Malfoy," Harry snarls, finally pulling his hand back, grabbing Malfoy's hips again and fucking Malfoy into the wall until he's coming a second time into his burning hot, pulsating arse.

"Still feel those drinks, Malfoy?" Harry asks after his cock has stopped throbbing, dragging in lungfuls of citrusy air with his face pressed into Malfoy's hair.

"Just about," Malfoy replies weakly.

"Good. I wasn't joking earlier. I'm not nearly done with you."

Having Malfoy in his bed, naked and spread-eagled, is somewhat like becoming aware of himself in the middle of a particularly good dream and then immediately worrying about waking up before it's finished in a satisfactory and fulfilling manner.

The sheer regularity with which Harry has imagined this in the past couple of years is not in any way sufficient to prepare him to deal with it in a composed, suave manner. He devours Malfoy, kissing him and kissing him until he frantically shoves at Harry and pulls away reddened, swollen lips, whimpering unintelligibly up at him, thighs falling open wider as Harry ruts his still erect, dripping wet cock against the inside of one.

"Malfoy," Harry murmurs, nuzzling into his sharp collarbones before running the flat of his tongue up the length of his neck, kissing his jumping Adam's apple and gnawing at his perfect jaw. "Fuck, are you okay? Did I--?"

"'m fine," Malfoy interrupts, twitching as Harry's teeth move further up to graze against the sensitive little cranny below his ear, sighing as his earlobe is then suckled at. "Should've known you'd be like this in bed too."

"Like what?" Harry pulls back when Malfoy doesn't answer, "Like what, Malfoy?"

Malfoy blinks, gaze unfocused. "Like... Like the world might end unless you don't put your whole being into whatever it is that you're doing."

Harry snorts, mouth spreading into a wide grin before he leans back down for another kiss.

This one lasts long enough that Harry loses track of time, slow and scorching, Malfoy's legs wound around his hips, his nails hooked into the dampness of Harry's back; this time when Harry pulls away, Malfoy drags him back in for more.

"Tell me what you want," Harry breathes, finally drawing away long enough to be able to talk. "Tell me how you want to—tell me what you want."

"Did you even lose this?" Malfoy wonders out loud, shifting his leg in a slow rub against Harry's cock. When Harry doesn't answer, Malfoy smirks, rolling them over and slithering down to inspect it more closely.

Harry can feel Malfoy's breath against his cock, quick and warm, as it huffs over his shaft. Malfoy's thumb lazily traces the ridge under the head, before pressing in an unhurried slide down the bulging vein, all the way to his balls. "Wow," Malfoy whispers suddenly, lapping away a little bead of moisture that leaks out, wrapping his hand around and drawing the folds of his foreskin down. "Consider me impressed, Potter."

Malfoy sucks his cock with a practised ease, one hand wrapped firmly around the base, the other playing with his balls, his lips sealed in firm suction as he moves his head in long, controlled bobs.

Harry, relatively less tipsy than he was earlier, who's still struggling to process that he has Malfoy in hisbed, freshly fucked by him,and sucking his cock now, fights not to buck up into his glorious mouth, forcing himself to lie flat and still, legs shifting restlessly on either side of Malfoy. For the first time in days, inweeks, he isn't thinking about the Praestolor de conpar.

Because Malfoy is licking at his balls now, pulling them turn by turn into his mouth and lightly pinching the thin skin between his lips. He's rubbing the smooth, spongy head of Harry's cock around his mouth, down over his chin and up along one cheek, leaving shiny trails of slimy precome that glisten in the moonlight pouring in the from the window.

"What do you want, Potter?" Malfoy murmurs against the thatch of tight black curls, his hand moving in loose pumps along the shaft.

"God," Harry bucks up wildly into the teasing grip of his hand, "to fuck you again; come up here."

Malfoy obliges willingly enough, smirking into the flat, quivering plane of Harry's belly, tongue running up along the trail of dark hair to his navel, which it then dips into. He applies teeth every now and then on his way up, leaving bright red spots behind, teasing one dark nipple with his tongue incessantly until Harry manhandles him onto him back once more, snarling into his mouth for another loud kiss.

Weak, breathy moans sound as Harry marks Malfoy's throat some more, sinking his teeth in and viciously sucking blood up until his skin stands out in mottled red and purple. Malfoy gasps, arching high, pressing his chest into Harry's mouth as he sucks on tight, pebbled pink nipples, pulling the reddened tip in between his teeth and flicking his tongue over the throbbing nubs until Malfoy is sobbing with each helpless jerk of his body.

He tastes Malfoy's cock, pulling the slender, rosy length into his mouth and sucking until it juts out stiff and wet, as hard and desperate as Harry's own still rampant erection. He caresses Malfoy's arsehole, gleaming wet and winking up at him as he conjures and carefully fingers lube into him.

When Malfoy's arse is drooling lube and spasming open around Harry's thrusting fingers, he crawls over him and lines up, bending Malfoy in half as he slings his knees over his shoulders.

"Ready?" he breathes, reaching down and thumbing himself into place.

Malfoy, flushed and sweaty, eyes slightly crossed, mouth wet and gasping open, says, "You didn't ask the first time, Potter."

"Didn't I? Oops." Harry smiles and presses into Malfoy, slipping in wet and easy, both of them muffling moans of sheer bliss against each other's mouths. When Harry starts a patient, leisurely rut into the greedy clench of his arse, Malfoy throws his head back and lets his eyes fall shut, his breath leaving him in short, sharp bursts.

They move as one, Harry's hips never stopping, never pausing, Malfoy's hands in his hair, and his quiet whines of pleasure keeping Harry going for way longer than he'd ever thought he could go. The sounds they both make are low and desperate, their grip on one another never loosening, but the pace that Harry sets doesn't speed up, doesn't turn demanding.

That is until Malfoy's hands fly up into his own sweat-heavy blond locks, his eyes rolling back into his head, his mouth sagging wide open as he garbles, "Potter, please," bucking up ineffectively under Harry's heated weight.

"Yes," Harry's hips move quicker now, "Fuck, yes, Malfoy--"

The pressure around his cock becomes unendurable as Malfoy bursts into sudden orgasm, his arse clamping vice like around him as he cries out and thrashes, their stomachs sliding together as Malfoy comes in long, endless jets.

"Yes, fuck, Potter, come in me--"

And Harry does; he pounds hard enough into him that the bed crashes into the wall and the mattress bounces, and he fucks an orgasm sospectacularlyintense into Malfoy, that for several seconds, all he sees is white and all he hears is some sort of keening static that he then realises is his own hoarse screaming.

Malfoy's entire body is sweat slippery and trembling under him, his sharp, breathless whimpers cutting into Harry's own rough panting. They're entwined tightly together, all four of Malfoy's limbs coiled tightly around Harry, his face burrowed into the crook of Harry's neck as he hiccups softly.

Harry's insides feel liquefied – his brain especially. He can't even begin to process the enormous fucking fact that he's had sex (twice!) with Draco sodding Malfoy. His back feels sore, his legs stiff and heavy, and eventually, his cock slips out, wet and soft, of Malfoy's arse.

...Wait, what?

"What?!" Harry leaps backwards, flying off the bed so violently that he ends up slamming the back of his head into the wall opposite the bed. Malfoy shrieks, scrambling up, endless arms and legs flailing about wildly, pale hair mussed beyond recognition. He sits up in a kneel, looking around the room as though expecting to be violently attacked, before glaring at Harry with irritated incredulity.

"What?" he snaps. "What the fuck is it? What happened?!"

Harry is staring down at his cock – his cock that's hanging limp and heavy between his slightly sticky thighs. At Malfoy's sharp tone, he looks up, gaping at him in silence until Malfoy makes another sound of vexation.

"Potter, what?!"

"My cock," Harry says blankly, "my cock is soft."

The look of disbelief Malfoy shoots him serves to make Harry snap out of it some – just slightly. "Excuse me?" Malfoy dips his head, looking at Harry as though he's the dumbest, most obtuse half-wit alive. "Your cock is soft?" he repeats, one eyebrow hooking upwards. "Is that a completely unnecessary observation you're sharing with me, or do you genuinely not know how sex works?" When Harry continues to stare with his mouth hanging open, he declares hotly, "You came thrice in the last hour! Of course your stupid, fucking cock is soft! It's finally soft, Merlin!"

"Praestolor de conpar," Harry says dimly, "it's...gone."

"What?" Malfoy asks impatiently, looking more and more frustrated with each passing second. "Potter, what are you--?" he breaks off, sighing and running a hand through his hair, "Shit, I knew there'd be some enormous fucking downside to doing this with you," he mutters irritably. "You're a goddamn basket case."

"No, Malfoy, it's not like--!" Harry hurries forward, placing one knee on the bed and grasping his cock. Excitement and relief of such immense magnitude fill him that he doesn't quite register grasping his cock and half-shouting, "My cock! Look at my soft cock!" and waving the damp length in floppy circles at Malfoy.

Malfoy's lip curls, his cold, totally unimpressed gaze slowly moving up from Harry's flapping cock, to his bright, excited expression. "You really are a fucking freak," he hisses poisonously, "and a total fucking arsehole." Malfoy kicks himself angrily out of Harry's bed, picking up his discarded shirt off the floor while shooting Harry another glare that's pure, venomous fury.

Harry's beaming grin fades a little. "Malfoy, no, wait!" He leaps forward, grabbing Malfoy's arm and drawing him close, giving in to the inexplicable impulse to plant a long, very moist kiss on Malfoy's snarling mouth.

Malfoy emits a squeak of surprise, shoving futilely at Harry before suddenly letting his mouth move along with his. When Harry pulls back, he stares at Harry with a mixture of impatient confusion and curiosity.

"What's your deal, Potter?" he demands suspiciously. Then he glances down at Harry's hand still wrapped around his soft cock, lips twisting into a sneer. "You have a problem," he informs Harry.

"No, I had a problem," Harry says earnestly. "I was hexed, see?Praestolor de conpar."

"That doesn't make any more sense to me than it did the first time you stuttered it at me."

"It wouldn't go down, not until I got sexually involved with my..." Harry trails off, eyes going big and round, before eventually bulging slightly, "...soulmate."

Malfoy makes another sound of irritation. "What?" he presses exasperatedly, before his eyes narrow dangerously, "Who is your soulmate?"

Harry sinks down onto the bed, elbows on his knees, his face in his hands as he lets out a long, tortured groan on a weak chuckle. "Why am I not even surprised? I'm not surprised! Of course it had to be you! This is the fucking parody that my life is!"

There's a long bout of complete silence, and when Harry finally lifts his face out his hands and looks up helplessly, he sees Malfoy standing there, perfectly still, his expression one of controlled panic.

"Wh-what?" he whispers at last, looking very much like he's fervently praying he'd misheard Harry. "What did you just say?"

"We're soulmates," Harry mumbles glumly. "Or...like...perfectly matched for each other or something."

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