Drarry One-Shots

Aged: Part Two (Smut)

"Uhm, mainly just medium airflow restriction, enough for me to breathe with a bit of struggle and occasionally no breathing."

"Got it." Draco slowly tightened his grip, watching the way Harry's pupils dilated and his lips parted, hearing his lovers strangled breath. "How far do you want to go?"

"I promised a-" Harry gasped deeply, his eyelashes fluttering as he fought for breath with a pleased upward curl of his lips. "A final bang. A- A fuck. All the way."

"Merlin," Draco groaned, glancing around the room. He grabbed Harry's hand, replacing his own from the younger's throat. "Can you manage that while I prep you?"

Harry's fingers tightened as he nodded eagerly, his breaths escaping his lips as stuttered gasps, his eyes fluttering slightly.

Draco didn't remember removing his or Harry's clothes- one moment he was fumbling with his flies, the next moment he had Harry Potter naked and extremely hard in front of his own undressed form.

Draco slapped the back of the younger's thighs, happy when he got the memo and jumped, allowing Draco to hold him up by his thighs and arse with his legs locked around the blonds waist, gasping when his cock came into contact with Dracos.

"Draco," Harry whimpered, but it didn't seem to hold any sort of prompt. Draco proven to be correct when Harry started mumbling his name on loop while kissing every inch of the blonds soft, creamy skin that he could reach, canting his hips into the hands that were groping at his arse.

Draco lifted one hand to Harry's face, pressing three fingers into the crease of his lips. "Suck."

Harry opened his mouth obediently, slipping his tongue out to meet the digits, giving slow and sensual kitten licks that had Dracos cock twitching against Harry's. The green-eyed man smirked slightly at that, closing his lips around the digits, swirling his tongue around each small length before sucking on them, nibbling on the tips a bit. When Draco was pulled out of his stupor long enough to remove his fingers, they were literally dripping with Harry's saliva, a strand of spittle connecting his fingers to Harry's bottom lip.

Finally, finally, Draco kneaded the two halves of Harry's arse apart gently, bracing his fingers at the mans entrance. "Ready?" He mumbled, kissing at Harry's jaw gently as he allowed the black-haired boy to get used to the feeling of his fingers. When the latter nodded and he pressed into the first knuckle, Harry made a slight noise, clenching and unclenching around the intrusion a few times before bucking his hips back a bit, allowing Draco to press in until the last knuckle.

It was obvious that Harry wasn't a virgin to gay sex by the fact that he immediately thrust his hips back for another finger.

Draco pressed Harry's back against the wall to help him support to the weight as he pressed in another, pumping the two in and out of Harry's entrance a few times, scissoring as he went. Every moan and whimper that left Harry was a plead for more and Draco couldn't wait to provide. The third finger went by in a blur, and before he knew it he had Harry bent over an old desk with his arse up and face down. He grabbed Harry by the throat with one hand, his hips with the other, and thrust.

He would press in, pull out, and use the momentum to drive him in further and further, listening to Harry's stifled and choked out cries beneath him- listening to him beg for more with choked out cries. Draco tightened his grip on Harry's throat, listening to the way Harry gasped for breath, loving the way the raven arched his back towards Draco for more. 

Finally, he was fully seated inside the gasping boy. While it was obvious Harry has had sex in the past, he was still agonizingly tight and it took quite a bit of coaxing to get himself into the other boy. Draco removed all pressure from Harry's throat, allowing him to gasp for breath. "Are you okay?" Draco asked, running his fingers delicately along the tendons that lined his throat.

"Yes," Harry hissed. "Just... Just a minute."

Draco obeyed, suckling marks onto the boys back and neck as he waited for a cue. Finally, Harry rolled his hips back and Draco groaned before dragging himself out and slamming back in, using Harry's throat as a grip, feeling and hearing the boy gasp for air as Draco drew out and rammed back in repeatedly. He could feel the boy trembling, releasing his throat to allow a single large gasp of breath before clamping his hand down again, completely restricting his airflow, using his free hand to squeeze at Harry's cock. The preceding orgasm hit Harry hard, his entire body spasming against Draco's, his throat expanding and contracting as he fought for air that the blond wouldn't provide until the last of Harry's come had left his body, slamming into the shorter man a few more times before reaching orgasm himself, Harry gasping for oxygen.

Draco caressed Harry's throat gently, as if to soothe it of the abuse that it had suffered throughout their world-stopping event- one that Draco still couldn't believe was real.

"Did I really just fuck Harry Potter in an old office with thousands of people in the building?" He asked, though he wasn't sure who he was questioning, pulling out with a grunt and slowly getting dressed. He was satisfied to the core when he saw Harry, still stumbling around for his clothes half-naked, looking delirious.

"Are you always this slow after an orgasm, Potter?" He mused, tossing him his trousers with an amused expression.

"No, but after that magnificent of a fuck? Hell yeah. I'm not sure I know left from right at this point."

Draco couldn't help but smirk, feeling proud. "Well I'm glad you enjoyed it, Potter."

"Enjoyed is an understatement," Harry mumbled, looking embarrassed to have admitted it.

Draco hummed, slowly walking up to Harry, looming over the raven as he was subsequently pinned up against the wall. "Liked it, did you? Maybe..." Draco nuzzled his face into Harry's throat, nipping at the tendons. "Maybe we could do it again."

"Yes," Harry agreed immediately in a soft gasp, tangling his hands in the taller boys hair and pushing him closer towards his throat, making Draco chuckle as he marked up his neck with several love bites, blossoming a purple-red with bite marks. "Maybe... Maybe a date as well?"

Draco hummed in faux thought, as if his mind wasn't already screaming in joy at the prospect. "A date sounds swell," he agreed, leaving one final bite on his jaw. Harry smiled.

"Good."

When they had returned to the table, Draco looking smug and satisfied and Harry looking disheveled and covered in love bites, Ron had looked at utter shock. Pansy had rose her brows, as if not expecting Draco to emerge successful, and Hermione was flushing a somewhat horrid shade of red.

"So, about that date..." Draco rose a single brow at Harry, leaning back nonchalantly in his chair. Ron choked, Pansy's brows rose higher and Hermione let out a squeak.

"Please tell me you're joking mate," Ron said, looking over at Harry in shock. "There's no way you're considering going on a date with him!"

"Leaky Cauldron, this friday at six?" Harry proposed, completely ignoring Ron.

Draco smirked. "Sounds lovely. I'll be there."

Harry grinned, still ignoring Ron's gobsmacked expression. "I shall await eagerly for your arrival."

Later that night, Draco had insisted several times to Pansy that he was positive he had actually shagged Harry Potter, 'savior of the wizarding world', and had scored a date with him.

He proved his point when he dragged a rumpled Harry Potter through their flat that friday at nearly eleven, not even noticing Pansy in their heated bout of kissing, Draco's bedroom door slamming shut behind the two, the last thing she saw were Harry's hands up the front of Draco's shirt and Draco's own hands tugging at Harry's belt.