Harry slammed Draco against the stone wall of the abandoned classroom, breath hot and ragged. "Shut the fuck up, Malfoy. You've been asking for this all night."
Draco smirked, but his eyes were dark with want. "Then stop talking and do it, Potter. Fuck me like you mean it."
Harry didn't waste time. He yanked Draco's robes open, buttons popping, and shoved his hand straight into the other man's trousers. Draco's cock was already hard, thick and leaking at the tip. Harry wrapped his fingers around it and stroked once, rough and fast, thumb smearing the precum down the shaft.
"God, you're dripping," Harry growled. He dropped to his knees, yanked Draco's pants down, and took the cock into his mouth in one greedy swallow. No teasing. He sucked hard, tongue flat against the underside, hollowing his cheeks as he bobbed his head. Draco's hands fisted in Harry's hair, hips snapping forward to fuck his throat.
"Yeah, choke on it," Draco hissed. "Take it deeper, you filthy Gryffindor slut."
Harry moaned around the cock, spit running down his chin. He reached up and grabbed Draco's balls, squeezing just enough to make the blond curse. When Draco's thighs started shaking, Harry pulled off with a wet pop, stood, and spun him around.
"Hands on the wall," Harry ordered. He spat into his palm, shoved two fingers straight into Draco's hole, and scissored them open without mercy. Draco groaned, pushing back onto the digits.
"More. Fuck me already. I want your cock stretching me open."
Harry freed his own aching dick, lined up, and drove in balls-deep in one thrust. Draco's hole clenched tight around him, hot and slick from the spit. Harry didn't pause. He gripped Draco's hips hard enough to bruise and started pounding, skin slapping loud in the empty room.
"Fuck, you're tight," Harry grunted. "Gripping me like you were made for it."
Draco pushed back with every thrust, meeting him hard. "Harder.
Wreck me, Potter. Fill my arse with your cum."
Harry obliged, slamming in at a brutal pace. The angle let him nail Draco's prostate again and again. Draco's cock bounced untouched, strings of precum swinging from the tip. Harry reached around and jerked him in time with his thrusts, rough and fast.
"Going to come inside you," Harry panted against Draco's ear. "Mark you up so you feel it tomorrow."
"Do it," Draco snarled. "Breed me, you bastard."
Harry's rhythm faltered. He buried himself to the hilt and came with a low groan, pulsing hot and deep inside Draco's hole. The feeling pushed Draco over the edge; he shot thick ropes across the wall, hole fluttering and milking every drop from Harry's cock.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard. Harry pulled out slow, watching his cum leak down Draco's thigh. He dragged two fingers through it and pushed them back inside, making Draco shudder.
"Round two in my quarters," Harry said, voice low and filthy. "I'm not done using this hole tonight."
Draco turned, eyes gleaming. "Then stop wasting time and take me there."
