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"Ready to go again?" Malfoy asked.
Harry shivered. Malfoy was insane. He had Harry bound on his bed in the Slytherin dormitory, on his knees, naked, arse up, head down, legs spread wide, ankles fixed to the bed. His wrists were fixed to the bed too, bound together with Conjured ropes, right in front of him, and Harry had been resting his forehead on them for a while, because his elbows could no longer support his weight.
He could do nothing but make a pathetic sound of distress. No, he could do more.
"You took something," he accused. "A potion or something." It had to be true. Malfoy had fucked him twice already, and before that, Harry had given him a blowjob, and Malfoy had come right into Harry's mouth. And now he was ready to go again. Harry was spent, his cock flaccid, his muscles weak, his skin covered with a sheen of sweat, and his arseshole... He didn't even want to think about it.
"Now, why would you say that?"
Harry glanced at him. Malfoy was standing by the bed, stroking his fully hard cock. Harry shuddered again. Bastard. He absolutely took something.
"No, I'm not ready to go again," Harry said stubbornly, even as Malfoy climbed up on the bed behind him. The bed rocked, jostling Harry's whole body, and Harry braced himself in anticipation.
"Well, I am." Malfoy pressed the head of his cock to Harry's abused entrance.
"Fuck," was all Harry could say. It hurt when Malfoy pushed in. Although, it didn't hurt as much as Harry thought it would. Because he was so goddamn loose, so open. Malfoy slid all the way in with ease.
"Oh, Potter," Malfoy said. "This is gonna take a while."
Harry lowered his forehead to his wrists again and swallowed a whimper. It definitely took too long. Malfoy was thrusting hard and fast, but not even that could help him much. Harry certainly couldn't help him get more friction. He could only pant in sync with Malfoy's thrusts, his cheeks burning at the sloppy, wet sounds they made. Harry's cock was hanging between his legs, soft and useless. He didn't get even a little hard and couldn't explain to himself why being used like this felt so deeply satisfying. Why Malfoy finally coming inside him again had him shuddering as though he came too. And he hadn't.
Harry's spine seemed to melt, and he was sure nothing would feel better than to lie down and stretch, but he was still firmly bound, with his arse high up in the air.
"Hey," Malfoy said, startling Harry because it sounded like he was very close. Harry must have lost track of time. Unable to lift his head, he turned it a bit to the side.
Malfoy was kneeling next to the bed, arms crossed on the covers, his chin resting on them. His face was inches away.
"You're messing up my sheets, Potter," Malfoy whispered. "Did you know that?"
Yes, Harry fucking knew that. He could feel Malfoy's come dripping out of his arsehole. Constantly.
"Do you know how it looks?" Malfoy asked smugly. "Big, open, sloppy hole full of my come." He lowered his voice again. "Would you like some more?"
"No!" Harry said quickly.
"Really? It looks so hungry to me. Bet I could fill you up with so much come you'd be dripping for days."
Harry shuddered. In disgust, he hoped, not arousal.
"All right," Malfoy said, "you decide. Where do you want the next load? Arse or mouth?"
The next load? Harry didn't have the energy to show it, but he was scandalised. "You took something," he accused again.
Malfoy laughed. "Yes, of course I did. You agreed to getting tied up. What, you thought I wouldn't take full advantage?"
A resounding boom rattled the door. "Hey! Why is this locked?"
Harry gasped and jerked up, and — God — that pushed out so much come out of his arse.
"Shh," Malfoy said quietly and placed his palm on the small of Harry's back.
Harry stilled.
"What do you want, Blaise?" Malfoy asked loudly.
"What do I want?" Blaise sounded incredulous. "I want you to open the fucking door, so I can get into my fucking dormitory!"
Harry tugged on his binds, glaring.
Malfoy shook his head, even wagged his finger at him, his other hand still pressing in on Harry's back.
"Sorry, can't do that!" Malfoy yelled. "I'm busy fucking Potter over here."
Harry froze up entirely, staring at Malfoy, who was grinning.
"Fuck you!" Blaise banged on the door again. "Did you name your fist Potter, you delusional arsehole? Let me in!"
Harry closed his eyes. He could only hope the spells Malfoy had cast on the door would hold.
"Really sorry, mate," Malfoy said. "But Potter doesn't want you to see what I did to his arsehole."
Harry shuddered again, mortified. More come dripped out of his hole.
Blaise hit the door. "You little shit! I won't forget this!"
The sound of footsteps moving away had Harry exhaling in relief.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," Malfoy said unexpectedly. "I didn't actually ask you — maybe you wanted Blaise to see your arsehole? And believe me, he'd see it from the door." He laughed. "Such a greedy, gaping thing. Maybe you'd let him have a go? Or let him watch as you beg me for more?"
Harry swallowed with difficulty. "Blaise was right," he said in a scratchy voice. "Fuck you."
Malfoy tutted. "Not with that soft cock you won't." He grinned. "Would you like some water?"
"What?"
"Water, Potter. To drink."
Oh. Yes, Harry was thirsty. He hadn't even realised. He nodded and managed to lift up a bit. Malfoy poured water into Harry's mouth directly from his wand, and he did it quite slowly and carefully. Harry even got a sweet kiss afterwards, as well as Malfoy's teeth grazing his bottom lip.
"Anything else?" Malfoy asked gently.
Harry gave it a shot. "You could untie me."
Malfoy pursed his lips. "That wasn't our agreement, was it? I still have an hour left. Sundown, remember?"
Harry groaned.
"Come on, Potter," Malfoy said, all his previous sweetness forgotten, "you didn't answer my question."
"What questi—? Ow!" Harry gasped and jerked up as Malfoy shoved his fingers into Harry's hole. So many fingers. Three? Four? And he was pressing them in, right against Harry's sensitive prostate. Harry whimpered and squirmed and— Was he actually trying to fuck himself on Malfoy's fingers? Yes, he was. What the hell was wrong with him?
"Well?" Malfoy asked.
"What?" Harry panted out, rocking his hips. God, he was so full.
"The next load, Potter," Malfoy said. "Arse or mouth?"
Harry's eyes flew open. Malfoy was standing again. And he was hard again. Fully hard. What the fuck did he take, and why didn't he give Harry some?
Malfoy's fingers were still slamming into Harry's hole. Four, definitely. Maybe Malfoy did slip him something, because Harry was getting hard again too.
"Arse," Harry said in defeat.
"Uh-oh. Gonna fill it up to the brink."
Harry clenched his fists, as Malfoy got up on the bed behind him, both hands on Harry's hips now.
"Oh my. You're not even going to feel this, are you?" Malfoy pushed in and, God, Harry definitely felt it. It burned and hurt, and Harry yelped with every thrust that rocked his body as well as the bed.
"You're loving this, Potter," Malfoy said, breathless.
"No, I don't," Harry gritted out. And moaned.