Circe's tits. Roleplay.

Harry pulled down his underwear, freeing his hard cock. He shifted around slowly, and Draco gulped at the sight before him. His arse was perfect, and he was wearing a butt plug.

He cleared his throat and sat up. "Well…I'm afraid you didn't do very well on tryouts. However, I can think of other ways to satisfy the…requirements of being on my team." He caressed Harry's back and arse with his palms, and spread his thighs apart.

"Please, Captain," Harry whined. "I'll do anything."

"Merlin, Harry." He sounded strangled. He gently took out the plug. "I'll be in Mungo's before the day is up if you carry on like this."

Harry got onto his hands and knees.

Salazar save me.

He closed the distance between them, and glided his cock along Harry's crack, who whimpered and pushed back. His hole was already slick. "Please."

It would be a crime not to.

Salazar save us all.

He pushed forward and tenderly entered him. He tried not to come immediately from the heat and tightness. He saw where their bodies joined and Harry welcomed him inch by inch, groaning and pushing backwards, rocking gently.

Gripping his hips, he stilled them before the warmth and vice-like pressure overwhelmed him. Too much. Too soon.

Bending double, he licked a bead of sweat off Harry's spine. "You definitely want to join my team?" he growled.

Harry twisted his head round, and nodded, pupils blown. "So badly."

"You will have to work very hard." Harry ground backwards, and then his head and chest slumped to the ground when Draco reached round to stroke him.

He stopped to grip his thighs, then his hips, and pulled back and slammed into him.

Mine.

Harry's breath was ragged. Again, he rocked into him. His fingernails raked through the carpet.

Mindless, he increased their pace. Harry twisted his head to the side, slack-jawed, and yelped in bliss as he hit the right spot every time. Draco's knees stung with the friction at the steady rhythm.

He paused, fully seated, and summoned his wand. Stroking Harry's back, he tried to gather some semblance of rational thought. He focussed on a complicated charm to give the wall a mirrored surface. Harry gazed and moaned at the sight of them both, pumped his cock, and whined louder. It was a glorious sight. The muscles of his back rippled and strained, and Draco knew he was close. Harry froze in pleasure when he came, squeezing his eyes shut—unable to look at them both, shuddering and murmuring expletives.

The familiar white-hot fire grew and grew at this vision of ecstasy. When Harry turned his head to watch, it tipped him over the edge. His eyesight blurred. Harry clamped down around him and bucked backwards, eagerly meeting every thrust. As he came, moaning and pumping his come into Harry, who was watching and smiling.

They stilled. Harry carefully pulled off, and they both laid down facing each other. Draco's brain slowly returned to functionality whilst featherlight kisses rained all over his face. "You are going to be my ruination."

"I want to hold your hand tonight," said Harry.

"If you must. I am powerless to deny you anything." Draco caressed the back of Harry's hand with his lips. "You will have to tell me about this scar."

"Over dinner," said Harry. He vanished the mess from the carpet, but Draco laid a hand on his arm to stop him cleaning himself. "You may wash the Muggle way. I prefer to know that my come is inside you, tonight."

"I don't think I'll ever get used to you."

He pulled Harry in for a kiss. "Good."

THE END