The queerest of the queer

They began meeting in the second floor room again. But after a few nights of sexual frustration, a few nights of running in ridiculous 5 minute intervals from the second floor to the Room of Requirement and once doing it on the musty couch, they decided to start meeting directly on the seventh floor.

They wowed to do their homework before anything else, to get it out of the way, you see, but they soon gave up on that too. In the end, they just promised that they would at least finish their homework before anything else. That was why they were sitting half-naked on the bed that night.

Harry was sitting at the head of the bed, sheets wrapped around his waist, frantically writing horrible mishaps and death omens on his divination essay.

Draco was sitting at the foot of the bed, clad only in his boxers. He had his potions book on his lap, but he wasn't paying attention to it. Instead he was observing the gryffindor sitting opposite him with a pensive expression.

"Food" he finally declared.

Harry looked up at this, a surprised expression on his face. Then his face broke into a small grin. "Water" he admitted.

Draco lifted his eyebrows and nodded in acceptance. Then he narrowed his eyes on reflection and was about to open his mouth when Harry hurried to answer the unasked question. "Any form" he affirmed.

Draco smiled a bit at this. He was just about to go back to the text when he heard Harry say an unsure "And..."

"And what?" Draco demanded.

A blush started to spread on the gryffindor's face, which Draco found most fascinating. "Spit it out" he encouraged amusedly.

Harry stared at Draco intently for a moment, furiously biting his lip.

"Bondage" he finally conceded.

Draco's eyebrows shot up. He was surprised.

Harry covered his eyes with his hand. "It's embarrassing" he groaned.

"What? No!" Draco exclaimed. He was having a hard time stopping himself from laughing at the gryffindor's antics.

Harry looked up. "I'm always complaining about people telling me what to do, and taking the choice from me, and at the same time I want to be tied down and helpless" he said with a quiet voice.

Draco smiled at him gently. "Maybe that's why it excites you" he suggested. "Losing control isn't something you'd like in 'real life'. It's a taboo for you and that's why it turns you on."

Harry didn't say anything so Draco carried on. "It's a fantasy. Maybe you wouldn't even like in reality. Or maybe you would..." Draco trailed of thinking. "Maybe reality wouldn't even be able compete with the fantasy."

Harry thought about it for a moment and then went back to his essay. "I'd still like to do it in water, though" he said aloud.

Draco chuckled a bit. He observed the gryffindor's hunched figure some more before he spoke again. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Divination essay" Harry replied without looking up.

"Really?" the slytherin drawled while getting on his hands and knees and advancing towards the head of the bed.

He swept Harry's school supplies to the floor, earning a indignant "Hey!" from the boy. Draco ignored it and started pushing Harry on his back. The gryffindor didn't really put up much of a fight.

"I predict," Draco started as he lay there on top of Harry, "that you'll have my cock up your arse in, oh, I say two minutes."

Harry chuckled at his, making the boy on top of him rock a bit. "Ouch!" he managed to comment between giggles.

"Okay fine, maybe it'll take a little longer, but that's divination for you" he said with a sly smile before catching Harry's lips.

Draco immediately settled between Harry's legs and Harry slid his hands around Draco's waist to pull him closer, all the while deepening the kiss.

Draco kissed Harry's jaw and then his neck. He traced a narrow path from the tip of the gryffindor's chin to the hollow between his collarbones with his tongue.

He moved downwards, kissing and licking, savoring the experience of mapping the gryffindor's body with precision. He slid his warm palms on the gryffindor's sides, making the boy shiver. Harry was slightly panting and Draco was fascinated by the way light and shadow in the Room of Requirement were playing on Harry's heaving stomach.

Draco took his time worshipping the body underneath him, paying tribute to all the erogenous zones he could think of, making Harry moan.

Suddenly, Draco put his weight on his knees, and started pulling back, too far for Harry's reach.

"What?" Harry asked the slytherin between gasps.

Draco just took hold of Harry's wrists, brought his weight back on top of Harry by pinning the gryffindor's arms to the mattress forcefully.

Harry's eyes widened in shock, but he kept silent, his chest heaving rapidly as he looked at the slytherin on top of him.

Still gripping Harry's wrists, Draco lowered himself and attacked Harry neck. He bit it quite violently, making the boy beneath him scream in his pleasure. Harry hooked his legs around Draco thighs, urging him on.

Slowly, still feasting on Harry's neck, Draco let go of Harry's wrists, and slid his palms to meet Harry's and then laced their fingers together. He lowered himself on Harry's body a bit, still keeping the gryffindor's arms on the mattress. They both moaned at the friction that the movement made. Draco followed Harry's jaw line with his mouth and then returned to kiss the gryffindor forcefully on the lips again.

Draco let go of Harry's hands and went to look for the lube, hidden somewhere in the bundle of sheets from their earlier encounter. Harry moved himself upwards, taking a hold of the head board with his hands.

Draco had finally found the tube and was removing his boxers.

"Hurry" Harry demanded pleadingly, throwing his head back in frustration, breathing shallowly.

Draco was already done with the lube and moved back between Harry's legs. He placed himself against Harry and pushed in with one quick move. They both groaned at the intrusion.

Harry wrapped his legs around Draco's once again. The blonde took the hint and started moving. Harry met his every thrust with a gasp. "Harder" he panted.

Draco pushed his upper body up with his hand and wrapped his other hand around Harry's strained manhood, captured between their bodies. He knew he was close as it was. Harry moved his legs higher up to Draco's waist for a better angle. The blonde picked up speed.

Harry moaned violently at this, his hands gripping the head board until his knuckles were white.

"There!" the Gryffindor managed to gasp out to indicate that Draco had hit his prostate, before he came violently, making a mess on his tummy.

With one last forceful thrust, Draco followed his example and collapsed on the body beneath him. Harry let go of the headboard and wrapped his arms snugly around Draco's shoulders, his other hand gently petting the slytherin's blond hair.

They lay silently, immobile, breathing heavily and listening as their hearts beat at the same beat.

Title of the chapter from Queer by Garbage