Formidable

chapter 3

"Fuck! Harry, please! Oh god please" Draco begs as he clenches his arse around Harry's tongue, earning a grunt from Harry.

Draco whimpers as Harry wrenches his tongue out of his hole and growls into Draco's ear "I thought I told you to shut up" Harry lifts his hand and brings it down with a sharp, rather painful sounding smack onto Draco's bum. "Fuck, Potter! You gorgeous fucking bastard!" Draco cries as he's suddenly spun around again and pushed further up the counter. His legs are unceremoniously pulled upwards on to Harry's shoulders as Harry ruthlessly shoves his tongue back into Draco's arse, sighing happily at the new angle. Draco head rolls back and rests against the counter as his hands instinctively curls into Harry's thick, raven locks. His balls draw up against his stomach, and Draco hurriedly reaches down to grab the base of his cock, having to bite his lip with such a force that it splits, so he doesn't come.

Harry takes no notice of Draco's mewling cries and pleads as he reaches up and grabs the bottle of olive oil sitting innocently on the counter and squirts an excessive amount onto his fingers, rubbing it between them to warm it up, and then shoved two fingers right back in, smiling inwardly at Draco's broken moan ringing throughout the halls, knowing he's won this argument. He hooks and curls his fingers, searching for his prostate again, finding it in a matter of seconds which leaves Draco begging hoarsely. "Please!" Draco screams. Harry takes this as a cue to plunge his face back in, with the addition of his fingers this time, flicking at his rim and stretching it, loud squelches created from the friction between the oil and Draco arsehole.

Sweat begins to build on Draco's lower back and he starts to slip off the counter, scrabbling wildly to grip onto something. That something now being Harry's shoulders and hair. But, of course, it was no use as he toppled of the counter but Harry manages to catch him and sit him back on the counter, his finger thrusts now downright feral, leaving Draco begging to come.

"Harry! Please- please god! Fuck me!!" He yells and tries to pull Harry's hand away, but his grip is too weak. However not three seconds later, Harry pulls his fingers out with a wet squelch, and rises to meet Draco's grey, pleading eyes. They're both utterly winded but Harry still manages to yank Draco's head closer and crash their mouths together, using far too much teeth and tongue but they both like it. Draco flings his arms around Harry's neck and deepens the kiss further, causing Harry to growl savagely into Draco's mouth, the vibrations travelling straight to Draco's still throbbing cock. Draco now completely ravages Harry's mouth, becoming more dominant, lips smacking wetly against one another, inhaling deeply through his nose and tightening his hands in Harry's hair, a few strands coming free.

Draco is in ecstasy. He's well aware that if he doesn't stop soon, he will come from from this, but surely enough, he doesn't wrench his mouth free, and he doesn't lessen the pressure. He shrieks and bucks forcefully as Harry's fingers tease the rim of his arsehole once more, enough to send Draco over the edge and comes, and comes and comes and comes. An endless stream of white fluid escapes Draco's cock, painting both Harry's and Draco's stomach's white. He downright screams, high pitched breathing following after. His legs slumped and slid off Harry's shoulders, too weak to push himself up on the counter.

Harry's breathing is ragged as he came in his pants, his orgasm so intense, almost torture as he hadn't touched it once during that whole ordeal. He rests his head against Draco's and pulls him close, wrapping his arms around Draco's waist and kissing his lips gingerly.

"I'm sorry" Draco whispered into Harry's ear and he wraps his legs loosely around Harry's waist, biting his lip, silently begging for the tears to just stay put. "No- no sweetheart it's okay, you're tired, I know" Harry replies and strokes Draco's hair before lifting him up into his arms, one supporting his arse and the other wrapped around his waist. Draco wraps his arms around Harry's neck and rests his head on his shoulder, immediately closing his eyes and inhaling the scent of his lover's post-sex scent, one he incredibly adored.

Harry carries Draco up the stairs and into their master bedroom, gently laying him down on the bed and pulling the comforter and the duvet over his naked body. He kissed Draco's forehead and walked round to the other side of the bed and converted himself with the duvet, moving closer and sealing himself around Draco.

A short "I love you" was heard from the latter before they both drifted off into the peace fullest of sleeps.

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a/n:
hi! so here's another chapter, it's basically just smut but this was supposed to be written in the previous chapter but it would have gotten too long so I just created a new chapter. And uh, hello! angry sex is the best let's be real. I hope you enjoyed!
This will be posted to AO3 very soon for those who prefer that platform.
until next time, adios!