Runaway Thoughts
Disclaimer: I dont own Harry Potter or any of its characters and they are soo lucky
Warnings: Uhmm smut??
Summary: Draco's thoughts during an encounter with Harry
Feedback is the carrots I give the plot bunnies
Draco was pretty sure he should have been ashamed of himself.
Here he was spread out on Potter’s scarlet sheets legs spread wide and he most likely looked like some wanton whore, begging and moaning as the dark haired menace stroked and played his body like a well tuned violin.
But if anything he was a pure blooded whore and Potter’s whore and the idiot had better appreciate how much genetics went into being able to look utterly divine when he was a hop and a skip away from passing out!
And the devil’s spawn had the gall to smirk devilishly as he caught Draco’s eye, he should…..
“Sweet Merlin on a Nimbus!” Draco cried as his mate swallowed around the erection he had been playing with for over an hour,
Gripping the wild hair tightly in one hand the blond bemoaned the fact that even if he did somehow manage to rip a few strands out the evil things would replace themselves!
“Potter if you don’t stop fucking around,” he growled as Harry pulled off him and crawled up his body
“You’ll do what love?” was the taunting rebounder
And Draco was tempted to cut him off after this, if for nothing more that the satisfaction of knowing that he had wiped the Malfoy-like smirk from the Gryffindor’s face even though the muggles claimed that imitation was the highest form of flattery but Potter wasn’t even blond though!
The thought flew from his mind when he felt Harry’s cock nudge his entrance, glancing up he watched as the dark haired saviour bit his lip as he glanced down to where he was guiding himself into the Veela’s body
His back arched harshly as harry bucked forwards and drove himself fully into him, almost purring in satisfaction he wrapped his legs about the other’s waist before pushing his hips upwards.
Emerald eyes locked on his as his mate smiled, the barest glimpse of ivory fangs visible behind rose pink lips.
Draco’s eyes narrowed the idiot wouldn’t dare! This was sex! If Potter ruined sex for him he was liable to rip the ass apart himself bond or no bond!
But Potter seemed to have been teasing because he immediately started in on the hard fast rhythm that had Draco praising all the branches of the Malfoy family for his veela heritage, not that they all deserved praising of course he just wasn’t sure which had contributed the majority of influence was all.
He stopped thinking at the same time the bed started banging against the wall and put all of his impressive brainpower into screaming like a banshee as Potter pounded into his prostrate and before he could even touch his dick the Veela trill erupted from his body as his essence followed. Potter growled as Draco’s muscles clamped down on as he came.
Draco panted as Potter nuzzled his neck and prepared to drift off to sleep he had done his bit the least Potter could do was clean up he decided
“And I do appreciate the effort it takes to look like a pureblood whore,” was whispered into his ear
Draco growled as he closed his eyes. Potter was sooo not getting any anytime soon.