The Sexy Adventures of Hot H.P and His (Bed) Mates

Draco moaned Harry’s name. How the hell did he get so far in? Oh, who cares, it felt amazing, and that’s all that mattered. He moaned again as Harry thrust into Draco’s tight hole. It was so wet and warm Harry couldn’t even.

Harry grunted as he thrust harder, there was nothing better than seeing the blond bombshell moaning and whimpering, exposed and willing to give him anything. His pale skin contrasted beautifully against the Slytherin green sheets and the black silk ribbons that tied his thin wrists to the headboard.

How would Pansy, Draco's obsessing fangirl, react if she saw this? Well, there's no point in wondering, I’ll tell you: she was hiding in the closet, watching everything with a hand between her legs.

Harry sped up his thrusts as he came closer to reaching his orgasm and Draco had started screaming in ecstasy at the rough treatment.

“Ahhh, Harry, fuck, it’s so good,” Draco moaned as the raven haired man came, trembling, deep in his clenching hole. Harry thrust shallowly as he came down from his high, stroking Draco’s cock swiftly to get him off before he had no energy left to do so.

Pearly white strings of Draco's cum made a mess of both his stomach and Harry’s hand as he came. He bit his arm in a failed attempt to smother some of the more embarrassing noises he was producing.

Finally, Harry pulled out and collapsed next to the panting Slytherin.

“D’you think we could maybe do this again sometime?” Harry asked in a breathless tone. He'd be shocked if Draco didn't say yes. That had been one of the best shags of Harry's life.

“Definitely.” And with that they both passed out cold.