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The next day Harry was sitting in Transfiguration class, listening to professor McGonagall's lecture. His friends looked way better than when he came back to the tower. Of course, last night, they almost immediately started interviewing him, suspicious of how Harry was not dying like they were. He had to make up some believable story about feeling bad during the party and spending the night in the hospital wing. He hated to lie to his friends but he really couldn't tell them that he'd sneaked out of the tower in the middle of the party and spent the whole night in Malfoy's bed. Merlin no.
His face grew hot at the memory of their morning activities of the previous day. He looked around the classroom, spotting Malfoy at the other side of the room, sitting next to Zabini and Goyle. The blond was playing with his pen, swirling it between his long fingers. Harry couldn't help but thought how those long fingers looked like when wrapped around his cock. Fuck.
Stop it, you idiot. he scolded himself.
Just when he was about to turn his attention back to professor McGonagall, Malfoy looked up and met his eyes. Having been caught, Harry blushed furiously, especially when he saw the dirty smirk that appeared on Malfoy's face. Harry quickly turned his gaze back to the front of the classroom and tried really hard to ignore the tightening of his trousers and focus on professor McGonagall's voice.
When the lesson was finally over, he gathered his things and rushed out of the room, directing his steps towards the nearest bathroom. Before he managed to reach one though, he felt a sharp tug at his wrist and next thing he knew he was pulled into a small broom closet. He heard the door close behind him and the other person and the next moment he was pushed against the wall.
Malfoy was watching him with an amused expression.
"Missed me that much you can't focus on your classes, Potter?" he teased, smirking down at him.
Harry did what he had been doing a lot lately. He blushed. Yet, determined not to give Malfoy satisfaction, he opened his mouth to protest. "Wha-…"
He stopped immediately when Malfoy brought his hand up to his face and gently grabbed Harry's chin. His grey eyes followed the movement of his thumb as it stroked Harry's bottom lip, making the Gryffindor breathe in sharply.
"It's been a while since I fucked your mouth." he murmured, tugging at the lip with his finger. In a flash, Harry felt all of his blood going straight to his groin. He let out a small gasp, causing Malfoy to look away from his mouth and stare into his eyes instead.
"What do you say, Potter," he purred, inches away from Harry's face "Will you suck my big, Slytherin cock with your pretty mouth?"
Harry groaned, his eyes fluttering close. He was so done.
"Yeah" he gasped out, his breathing already becoming heavy.
Malfoy seemed more than satisfied with his reaction. "On your knees, then." he whispered lowly, lifting a corner of his mouth in a wicked smile.
Harry did as he was told. Feeling is legs already weakening under him, he dropped down to his knees. At the same time, Malfoy worked at his belt, the sound of the clasp and zipper making Harry harden in his trousers.
Malfoy was right, he hadn't had him in his mouth for quite some time. Not that it disturbed Harry, it's not like he liked blowing him anyway.
He cursed himself in his head as he heard a mocking laugh in his mind when his mouth watered at the sight of Malfoy's cock so close to his face. He instinctively licked his lips, which made Malfoy chuckle darkly. He teased Harry, patting his bottom lip with the head of his prick until he finally pushed it inside Harry's hot mouth.
The moment Harry felt the hard-on pressing against his tongue, filling him, he moaned around it, creating vibrations that made Malfoy groan in the back of his throat.
Harry started to bob his head up and down the shaft. For a moment a thought sparked in his mind of how easily he got used to doing this. He had never for a second thought he would ever blow some other bloke. Or that he would be into blokes at all. Maybe he wasn't. Maybe it was just Malfoy.
Jesus, what the bloody hell was he even thinking about. It was not like he liked Malfoy. He just couldn't help the sudden shiver that made him hot all over his body every single time Malfoy talked to him in that low voice he used whenever they were…doing things. He couldn't stop himself from giving in whatever Malfoy was doing to him or whatever the Slytherin ordered him to do to him, especially when Harry knew the blond would make him feel good, so good that he wouldn't stop thinking about it.
He worked his mouth around the hard length, feeling Malfoy's gaze on himself. He looked up and gazed straight into the grey eyes watching him carefully. Gods, he was so dominated by the blond. And it felt so unbelievably good, with Malfoy above him, in full control, and him on his knees, submissive, so eager to please the other boy. The fact that it was a Slytherin and that it was Malfoy only added to his arousal and made his own dick twitch under his robes.
Malfoy snaked one of his hands on the back of Harry's head and guided him on his cock a little faster. He started to move his hips, meeting Harry halfway with each push. After a longer moment, without saying a word, he let his other hand join the first one in Harry's hair and started to fuck his mouth vigorously. Harry instantly forced his throat to relax and let Malfoy pump his length into his hotness. Soon enough, the Slytherin started to grunt, his chest raising and falling in quick movements, and it didn't take long until he was coming. He emptied himself in Harry's mouth, filling the boy with his hot seed and Harry swallowed everything, whining softly at the taste.
Malfoy let go of Harry's head, withdrawing his softening dick from the Gryffindor's mouth. He tugged himself back in his trousers, taking his time to catch his breath. He then looked down at Harry who was still kneeling in front of him.
"You swallowed all of my cum?" he asked, tugging a corner of his mouth upwards. Harry blushed, but nodded in confirmation.
"Good boy" Malfoy praised and reached down to help him to his feet.
Harry got up and rest his back against the cool wall for support. He was so hard that he could barely stand on the shaky legs.
Malfoy leaned in, almost closing the remaining distance between them.
"So, Potter" he murmured in a low voice "Got excited?" He smirked, parting Harry's legs with his knee, pushing his thigh firmly against Harry's groin. Harry moaned at the pressure and instinctively bucked his hips forward to get some friction.
Malfoy chuckled at his ministrations and pressed the thigh more into Harry's erection. Harry gasped sharply and couldn't stop himself from pushing forward again, seeking stimulation. The feeling was divine and so he bucked his hips once more. As Malfoy didn't stop him, nor did he pull back, he pushed again, and again, moaning at the sweet friction the pressure of the warm thigh was giving him.
"Go ahead" he heard Malfoy's deep voice in his ear "Use my leg."
Harry groaned and started moving with more confidence, pushing his erection into the clothed thigh.
"That's it" the Slytherin praised hotly "Grind against me, make yourself come."
Another long moan escaped Harry's lips and he increased the pace. He was humping Malfoy's leg so desperately, trying to bring himself release he longed for.
He let his head fall forward, resting his forehead on Malfoy's shoulder. He quickly became a panting mess, letting out tiny breathy noises mixed with vulnerable whimpers and groans he couldn't fight back.
"I wish your little friends could see you now, Potter" Malfoy murmured in a teasing voice "How you're fucking my leg just to get off. I would love to see their faces. Or who knows, maybe they're standing right behind the door, listening to your little moans, thinking how dirty you are. Yes, they should definitely see this" he hummed.
At his words Harry let out a choked sound that was a half-gasp and half-whine. He sped up his movements, pushing his hips forwards faster and faster.
"Yeah, just like that," Malfoy's voice was hot against Harry's ear "Keep grinding against me until you come in your pants."
Harry didn't dare to object, he was so engrossed with humping the hot leg that he wouldn't stop if he tried. All he could focus on was the amazing feeling of the pressure of Malfoy's firm thigh and the sparks that erupted in him every time he pressed his aching cock against it, chasing his orgasm.
"Will you come in your pants for me, Potter?" a hot breath teased his ear once again.
"Gods, Malfoy" Harry moaned loudly.
"Make yourself come for me" Malfoy whispered and that's all it took for Harry. He came, groaning out Malfoy's name as he was grinding against his leg. He kept moving until he emptied himself entirely in his pants, feeling his cock going limp and overstimulated.
He whimpered helplessly when it was too much. He stilled, and rested his forehead against Malfoy's shoulder.
Malfoy let him come down from his high, waiting patiently, listening to the heavy breathing of the Gryffindor.
After several minutes he leaned in to Harry's ear "Came hard, didn't you?" he murmured, already knowing the answer.
Harry gulped, finding his throat completely dry. He was still overwhelmed with the pleasure and didn't have enough strength to deny or even get embarrassed.
"Yeah" he whispered, panting softly, his head still propped on Malfoy.
Malfoy smirked with satisfaction "Good boy" he said, squeezing Harry's butt cheek teasingly.
Harry yelped in surprise and pulled back from Malfoy's warm body, instead pressing his back into the wall. His breathing came back to normal and he watched Malfoy who was looking right back at him.
They stayed close for a moment, staring at each other in silence, before Malfoy finally opened his mouth again and spoke.
"See you around, Potter" he said, sending Harry a mischievous grin as he turned around and left the broom closet.
And that was it. Harry stood there for several more moments, cursing under his breath that he once again let Malfoy play him like that. He cast a quick cleaning spell before adjusting his robes, and finally left the small room, hoping no one noticed his disappearance for the whole lunch break.