so much for the afterglow

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/18952117.

Rating: Mature
Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: M/M
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Relationship: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger
Additional Tags: Coitus Interruptus, Masturbation, Exhibitionism
Language: English
Collections: anonymous
Stats: Published: 2019-05-25 Words: 1,435 Chapters: 1/1
 so much for the afterglow
by Anonymous

Summary

Draco knows what he wants, and he always aims to get it.

“Oh, hurry up, Potter,” Draco growled lustfully from the bed as Harry teased him with a slow
striptease. Draco had undressed as soon as he stepped in the vacated, and locked, dorm. Or
rather, he’d been undressed already, since a single robe technically doesn’t qualify as
‘clothing’.

However, Harry had other plans. They’d just had a Quidditch match against Slytherin, and as
usual, Harry had caught the Snitch first. Even while still in the air doing a victory fly-around,
he could feel Draco’s piercing stare on him from the ground. A stare that said, “As soon as
you touch down, I’m shagging you senseless,” to which Harry was all too willing to oblige.
But first, there were appearances to keep.

“Looks like you lose again, Malfoy,” Harry said as he touched down in front of the seemingly
pissed Slytherin. “Maybe your father could by you a new broom, one which can beat me to
the Snitch without your bad flying skills slowing it down.” The chortles and giggles from the
quickly appearing crowd were like a sharp knife to Malfoy’s pride.

Draco smirked. “Actually, that’s not a bad idea, Potter, seeing how this one will be up your
arse soon enough,” he parried, a sinister edge to his jab. The laughs from the Slytherin camp
didn’t affect Harry, as he was raising an eyebrow suggestively as if to say ‘Is that a promise?’
No one caught the secret message but Malfoy, and it sent a shiver to his knees like someone
had kicked him from behind.

Harry saw him falter and his smile grew bigger. He moved past the blonde, bumping him
deliberately with his arm and shoulder. “Seems like it would do better up yours, help you
keep a straightness to you,” he countered, a hidden meaning to his words.

“Good one, Harry,” Ron applauded, not catching his meaning, as the slightly red Malfoy
watched them leave. Hermione chided them, but was still secretly happy at the insults traded
between those two.

Draco turned and led the way to the showers. After six years, he still wasn’t able to catch the
Snitch before Harry. And that’s where his idea for their deal came from.

And it was paying off presently. Harry had removed his shirt, his muscles well toned from his
years of playing Quidditch. Draco watched with heavy lidded eyes, want coursing through
his body. He hitched his hips up unconsciously as Harry straddled him, clean and smelling
fresh from his shower. Harry smiled at the response he got from Draco’s body and leaned
forward, planting his hands on either side of the blonde boy’s head.

“So what was that about a broomstick earlier, Malfoy?” he whispered suggestively in his ear,
the warm breath tickling the fevered skin. Draco moaned and turned his head to take Harry in
a hot kiss. At the same time, his hands worked deftly to undo Harry’s pants. When they came
loose, Harry shimmied out of them with his boxers, leaving nothing but skin between them.
Even then, it wasn’t enough for Harry. He had to be in Draco, feel him from within and be
connected as one. It was the highest satisfaction he’d ever experienced, right up there with
catching the Snitch and winning the House Cup.
Draco felt the same way, except for him, it was like catching Snitch in a game against Potter,
an ecstasy he could only imagine, as he so often did. “Forget that,” he growled as Harry
rubbed their two erections together languidly, sending twin jolts throughout their bodies. “I
want you in, now.”

Harry sat up, a small smile playing on his lips. “Thought you’d never ask,” he said as he
leaned over to his dresser for his wand. Malfoy regarded him from under his ashen eyelashes,
his silver eyes gone dark with desire, plain and simple as Harry then settled between his legs.
Harry murmured a small spell he’d picked up for these purposes specifically as he directed
his wand towards his ‘other wand’ and smeared on a liberal amount of lube. Harry’s eyes
darted up and met the other boy’s. Draco nodded, his breath coming in short gasps as he drew
his legs up. As Harry first prepared him with a single lubed finger, then two, Draco gripped
fistfuls of the bedspread and threw his head back in exquisite pleasure. Harry was hitting the
prostate each time, just as he’d taught him. Draco whimper-moaned each time, thrusting his
hips down in the rhythm to bury more of Harry in him.

Harry removed his fingers, leaving Draco with an empty feeling. However, he was soon filled
with Harry himself. The dark-haired boy entered slowly, pushing until he was completely
sheathed within tight heat of Draco. When they both stopped shuddering, Harry pulled out
nearly all the way, then drove forward again, setting up their usual pace. Then Harry pitched
Draco’s hips up, positioning just enough to hit that magic spot again and over again,
relentlessly. Draco loved it. Harry loved his mewling.

Harry grinned again and noticed Draco’s neglected, but highly excited member, bobbing on
the blonde’s abdomen. Taking it in hand, he started a rhythm in time with his rocking. It was
soon building up to be enough to send Draco over the edge and Harry along with him…

However, down in the commons, Ron and Hermione were fast becoming worried over their
friend. He hadn’t said much after the game, and had taken to disappearing after many of his
Quidditch games and practices without telling either where he’d been or what he was doing.
So, loyal friends that they were, had decided to investigate…

Draco moaned incoherently from the absolute force of being with Harry. He was always
fiercer after their matches. The drumming in his ear was growing louder as he neared his
release…

…then he realized it was actually banging on the door.

Shaking his head to clear it of the feeling of euphoria and get into a state of at least semi-
coherency, Draco looked from the door to Harry. Harry was completely oblivious, his eyes
shut in bliss and lost in his task. Draco put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him down to ask
curtly, “You locked and sound-proofed this room, right?”

Harry gave him a weird look that said “What a weird question to ask while shagging,” but
instead replied, “Yes, of course.” Harry then looked around, but not stopping, and asked, “Do
you hear that?”

“No,” he lied, concentrating on getting off. “Just hurry up, I’m close.”
Yet closer than they realized was Ron and Hermione. Armed with their wands, they finally
resorted to a double-spell. “Alohomora,” they shouted together.

For a moment all was perfectly silent on both sides of the door, then in that terrible silence an
audible ‘click’ signaled to the parties on both sides that it was go time.

Draco’s eyes narrowed and he calmly observed the look of utmost terror that passed on
Harry’s face. “Alohomora? That’s all it took?” he simply asked, a split-second before Ron
and Hermione burst in the room.

All at once, several things happened. Ron was stunned senseless and was reduced to just
simply staring and muttering at his best friend who was not only with, but still inside his best
enemy. Harry, blushing furiously and looking extremely guilty, grabbed a sheet and jumped
back from, and out of, Draco. Hermione ogled both boys, drool dribbling out in a thin trickle
from her mouth. Draco, still laying in the bed as if being naked in that room was the most
natural thing in the world, rolled to his side and viewed each one in turn.

When no one spoke after what seemed like an eternity, Draco sighed and started jacking off
right in front of the others. In a matter of a few quick strokes, he’d finally come, and all over
Harry’s bed, too.

The others, and Harry most of all, became even more shocked and wide-eyed. Seeing the
looks on their faces, the sexy Slytherin shrugged and stood up. “Well, so much for the
afterglow,” he drawled faux-disappointingly as he reached for the sheet Harry was hiding
behind and his robe. With a cat that got the cream smirk, he wrapped the sheet around his
waist and didn’t bother to put on the robe; he simply draped it over his arm and exited the
room with three pairs of stunned eyes following him out.

And several more while in the common room. And a few more in the halls of Hogwarts,
where Draco reigns supreme as the Slytherin Sex God.
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