Incurably Criminal

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Several days passed since that night at the club. Draco had not mentioned it again, and Harry was slightly confused and kind of pissed. He was Harry fucking Potter, the hottest guy in the school. You didn't go after him, he went after you.

Whenever they were in the dorm together, Draco didn't speak to Harry. He spent a lot of time doing homework. He had always been a good student, and the fact that he was in a criminal school was not going to discourage him from his studies.

One night, about a week after the 'incident', Harry and Draco were in their dorm. Harry was trying desperately to do his chemistry homework, one of his worst subject. He glanced up at Draco, who was lying on his back on his bed, as was his custom, reading a book.

Harry contemplated for a second, wondering if it would work if he pounced on Draco. He decided to test the theory. He got up from his chair and quietly made his way over to Draco's side. Draco saw him coming out of the corner of his eye but pretended he didn't.

Harry jumped on the bed over Draco. Draco sighed and put down his book.

"What do you want, Potter?" he asked impatiently.

"You know what I want," he said and slid his hands under Draco's shirt. Draco shifted a little at his touch but his facial expression didn't change.

"I'm really not in the mood, Potter," he said acidly. Harry glared at him.

"Wait, so you can fuck me any time you want, but I can't?" he asked indignantly.

Draco smirked. "You're finally catching on," he said and patted Harry's cheek condescendingly. Harry's eyes flashed as he looked down at Draco. Instead, he sat up, settling his leg in between Draco's in a very comfortable way. Draco sighed and looked up at him, clearly bored.

"Potter, I'm trying to read here. You know what that is, right?"

Harry shifted again, settling himself lower in Draco's lap, his half-hard cock nestling into Draco's crotch. Draco didn't look impressed by the half-hard length pressing into his groin. Harry pressed his body downward, pleased to feel Draco's member hardening slightly at his actions.

Draco silently cursed himself for having such teenage hormones but couldn't deny that he wasn't feeling just the tiniest bit of pleasure from the friction Harry was creating. He shifted his body, trying to will down his growing erection but only succeeded in brushing against Harry's now fully erect cock.

He groaned inwardly, knowing he was in for it now. Harry leaned forward, moving his body sensuously over Draco's. He ran his hands teasingly up his sides, catching on his tee shirt and dragging it up slightly as he went. He ran the hands into Draco's hair, twining in the short blond locks.

He tilted Draco's head back and Draco allowed it. He leaned in close to Draco's neck, nuzzling the pale skin and flicking out his tongue to taste the boy. Draco lay there, wishing he could control his hormones but knowing it was fruitless as Harry's erection brushed against his and his cock jumped.

Harry smirked against Draco's neck as he felt the jump of his cock against his. He carried on with the assault of Draco's neck, his kisses becoming more rough as he bit and sucked at the skin on Draco's neck.

He heard a sharp gasp as he bit down on the dip where his neck and shoulder met. Harry ran his tongue immediately over the spot, soothing away the pain. Draco was trying to remain calm but his breathing was becoming erratic as Harry continued to work his way over his neck, running his hot tongue over his throat, nipping at the sensitive flesh.

Draco's hands somehow made their way to Harry's hips and grasped them through the jean material. He pushed his body up and ground his erection into Harry's, liking how Harry let out a muffled groan against his neck. Harry crashed his hips downward, rotating them around, rubbing their erections together almost torturously.

Draco gasped, all dignity forgotten, all thoughts of stopping this flying out the window. Harry sat up suddenly, running his hands under Draco's shirt and practically tearing it off him, throwing to the side and diving down to capture one of Draco's dusty pink nipples between his teeth and tongue.

Draco arched upward as Harry's tongue preformed wicked deeds to his rock hard nipple. His hot, moist tongue swirled around the nipple as Harry took the nub in between his teeth and pulled on it lightly.

"Fuck, shit!" Draco exclaimed, thrusting his hips upward and into Harry's crotch once more. Harry's cock was straining violently against the material restraining it. Harry could take it no longer and shoved down a hand to try to undo the zipper.

He found it very difficult to do one-handed though. Finally, Draco's hands slid down to unzip them and push them over Harry's hips and off. Harry sat up quickly and tore off his shirt. He immediately went back to tasting Draco's chest, running his tongue over his pale yet muscular body.

His hands hastily fumbled with the buttons on Draco's jeans, trying to undo them while his tongue worked mercilessly over Draco's torso, dipping into his bellybutton and nibbling the flesh there.

Finally, he got the pants undone and pushed them forcefully off his hips and to the floor. He moved back up Draco's body to look him in the eyes. For a split second Draco thought Harry was going to kiss him. Harry contemplated Draco's plump lips before moving and kissing his jaw line softly, pressing kisses all along it.

He pulled away again though, reaching over and searching for something in the drawer of his bedside table. He came back with a tube of lube and a condom. Before applying any, he reached down and stroked Draco's cock softly, building him up to full potential before taking away his hand, leaving Draco groaning in frustration.

Harry applied the lube liberally over his fingers, massaging it onto his cock, moaning as he did so. Draco's eyes took in Harry's form as he waited for something he so desperately wanted at the moment. Harry's muscles were tanned and perfectly sculpted abs.

His thoughts were stilled as Harry inserted a finger into his opening, sliding it in slowly until it was nearly completely buried. He added a second finger, scissoring the two, stretching him as much as possible. Harry couldn't wait much longer though and soon removed them, only to replace them with his lubed-up cock. He pushed it past the ring of muscles, sliding it deep into Draco's hole.

Draco gasped as Harry pushed in further, his own erection begging for attention. Harry was soon fully buried in Draco. He pulled out slightly and pushed back in, enjoying the strangled moan he received from Draco. He looked up to see his face contorted in pleasure as Harry began to thrust in earnest.

He slid his cock out of the hole just for a second before crashing it back in, slamming into the tight body beneath his. He thrust in once again and had to struggle to regain his breath as Draco slammed his hips up to meet him.

"Shit, Draco," he gasped, trying to control his breathing as he had nearly lost it just then.

"P--Potter," Draco moaned, his breath coming in short gasps now. "Fucking move!"

Harry didn't wait another instant. He regained the momentum he had lost and began thrusting wildly into Draco's body, harder and faster than before. Draco cried out and arched his back when Harry brushed against his prostate.

"God, fuck, faster!" he pleaded, offering up his body as Harry did as he wished, slamming faster into the willing body, his cock being engulfed by the hot, tight muscles every time.

He struggled to remain in control of his body but knew he was fighting a losing battle. With a final thrust, he lost it, cumming hard inside Draco. White, hot cum erupted from his cock, filling the boy beneath him. He threw his head back and let out a loud moan as he kept cumming.

Draco's body arched again as Harry had cum. He heard Harry's cry of release and couldn't stop his body from clenching down as he felt his climax rising within himself. As he came, he let loose a string of profanity that filled the room. His cum shot all over Harry's chest as he cursed continuously.

Harry didn't hear a word of it though, too wrapped up in his own release. He collapsed on the bed from exhaust, all his energy spent. He lay there for several minutes, gaining back his breath. Draco lay next to him, not speaking. Finally, Harry pushed himself off the bed, cleaning himself up with a towel from the bathroom.

He redressed and walked over to his desk, pulling out some homework he had to do. Draco pushed himself up off the bed and sat on the edge, watching Harry through narrowed eyes.

"This isn't going to work, Potter," he drawled and Harry looked at him.

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked. They weren't doing anything, except sex.

"I mean, when I want sex, I get it. I fuck, I don't get fucked. If you want to continue doing this, I'm top," Draco stated and Harry stared at him.

"Doing what? We've had sex like four times. We're not doing anything!" Harry exclaimed angrily, trying to comprehend what he was talking about.

They didn't have a relationship, from what he'd heard Draco wasn't that prone to relationships. Dean had done some research for him. Draco, it turned out, was an only child, his parents were never home, he'd been with tons of guys and girls, screwed over most of them, and had never had a relationship longer than a week. His rules were, no kissing, kissing leads to emotions, and no love. Apparently he didn't believe in it.

"You're kind of hot, better than some around here, and I like sex. Do you or do you not want to sleep with me?" Draco drawled slowly, as though explaining this all to a two-year old.

"Well, I... yes, but--"

"Fine, when I want we'll fuck, that's it. No kissing, no talking, makes everything too messy." Draco looked disgusted at the thought.

Harry glared at him for a moment, not liking the way this was going.

"So that's it then? You call all the shots?" he asked sarcastically. He wasn't used to taking orders from people and he sure as hell wasn't going to start now.

"Of course, have you learned nothing about me these past few months?" Draco replied with a sarcastic smile though his eyes were colder than ice as he looked at Harry. He'd be damned if someone like this Potter was going to get to him.

"Yeah," Harry retorted. "I've learned that you're a stuck-up prat."

"Perhaps," Draco conceded. "But I always get what I want."

"And what does that make you?" Harry asked, giving him a dark but skeptical look.

"That makes me ambitious," Draco replied. "And ambition is not a sin."

"No, but pride is," Harry replied scathingly.

"To some," Draco said casually, but his voice had a cold undertone, a warning. "But pride also gets me what I want."

"Sure you're not just selfish?" Harry asked, growing angry. He couldn't believe that Draco really didn't care about other people.

Draco's expression darkened as he regarded Harry as though he was a particularly nasty bug he wished to step on. "Those two are often confused."

"And how do you tell them apart?" Harry asked challengingly. Draco rose from the bed and walked toward where Harry sat, looking at him defiantly.

"You don't," he whispered in a soft and dangerous voice. "So don't fuck with me, Potter."

He turned and walked into the bathroom then, leaving Harry sitting at his desk, a dark expression on his face. Draco poked his head out from behind the bathroom door, a smirk on his face.

"So, Potter, next time I want it, I get it, right?"

Harry scowled darkly but couldn't deny that he didn't want to continue whatever this was. Draco was extremely hot and definitely a good fuck. He hated to give in to this but something inside him pushed him to reply.

"Yes," he said darkly. Draco's smirk widened and he raised an eyebrow before disappearing into the bathroom. Harry rolled his eyes and sighed. Deep down he admitted that releasing his control wasn't completely horrible. It got him Draco at the very least.


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