Breathe

An arm caught Harry as he was walking down the corridor, slamming him into a secluded alcove. Rough hands caught his wrists, bringing them above his head where a quick spell secured them. His robes pulled up, pants jerked down and tie yanked free of his shirt collar. A thick, slick cock was shoved immediately into his hole, his cry cut off as tie was roughly tugged from behind, his throat arched to resist it. A voice hissed in his ear: “Take it Potter.”

Harry gasped for breath as his cock hardened quickly, slamming into the rough wall infront with every thrust of his attackers cock. The tie around his neck which now hung free was pulled back til Harry had to work to breathe past it. Harry swallowed fast, moaning with every breath, his head pounded along with the rest of him. The loose fit of the tie was tightened until not even a gasping breath could make it past his lips, He panted anyway, drawing empty breaths, moaning, screaming writhing silently. The thudding rhythm as his cock hit the wall, a hand and Harry exploded; the pressure didn’t release, the world was fading and then a quiet moan behind him, and Harry was drinking in the free air. Gulping breath after breath. A faint feel of lips on his ear, a burning pressure behind, and a “Til next time, Potter,” and the presence was gone, his wrists released soon after, leaving Harry to melt to the ground to breathe.


A/N Just a little drabble that jumped to mind. I'll leave it up to you to decide who the person is (though I certainly know who I think it is) and whether Harry wanted it or not, and whether this is an established relationship... mmm, *mind reels with possibilities*

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