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Draco had thought it was cute at first, how the shy little 14-year-old Slytherin followed him around like a lost puppy dog. He had thought that little Harry had viewed him like an older brother of sorts. All that changed when he‘d caught Harry with his panties.
Draco had let Harry get close to him, had let him ask questions that you might ask an older brother, and had let him stay with him occasionally. Harry had said he would get nightmares and his roommates just made fun of him for being scared. Draco had taken pity on the shy, sweet boy. Draco had answered the boy’s questions about sex and the different body parts between witches and wizards.
Draco hadn’t thought anything of it, because Harry was sweet, he was innocent, he wasn’t even interested in boys. No, he definitely wasn’t interested in boys. Harry was interested in Draco, newly turned 18-year-old Draco. Draco had the body of a young man, and Harry very much did not (besides his cock, of course).
Harry had confided in Draco that the other boys on the Slytherin quidditch team teased him for having a monster between his legs. Draco had figured they were teasing him because they were jealous and felt inadequate themselves. He‘d told Harry as such, which was what had led to the sex talk. Harry’d had questions and he‘d had lots of them.
Draco hadn’t seen Harry all afternoon one Saturday, which was unusual. The 14-year-old would have already found Draco by this point in the day. Draco had grown worried so he’d decided to check on the young teen. He had really regretted his big heart and worried nature.
Draco had knocked on Harry’s door, calling out to him. He’d heard Harry let out a weak and strained ‘Come in’. He‘d been worried the boy had been hurt, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. Draco had opened the door to find Harry sprawled out on his bed. The young teen had had his dick out and good Merlin, he hadn’t been exaggerating his size. He‘d had a hand wrapped around himself along with a pair of black lace panties that Draco had immediately recognized as the ones he had been missing for weeks. Harry had moaned out, staring directly into Draco’s stunned eyes.
Draco had quickly exited the room and closed the door behind him. He‘d felt like he couldn’t breathe. This had been so out of character for the Harry he knew. The sweet, innocent, shy 14-year-old he knew didn’t steal his panties, didn’t wank to him, and certainly didn’t let him walk in to see him in the act. Draco’s mind kept going back to the sheer size of Harry’s cock. He was so young, how was he so big already?
Draco felt his mouth involuntarily watering over Harry’s large dick. He could see it clearly in his mind, despite only seeing it briefly, as if it was now seared into his brain. It was long, thick, uncut, and veiny. Draco had seen precum glistening on the head as Harry had the foreskin pulled back, teasing the head. Why the fuck couldn’t Draco stop thinking about his dick? He felt so fucked up for feeling like he wanted it. He couldn’t possibly let himself linger on those thoughts. Harry was practically a child, and Draco practically an adult now.
Draco noticed that he had a problem in his trousers, not that it was noticeable to anyone else. Draco had a below average cock. He never had to worry about having stiffies in public because it didn’t show through the fabric of his bottoms. No, this problem was all for Draco to know about and feel ashamed over. He didn’t feel jealous at Harry’s size, like any normal person in his situation would. No, he felt want, lust, and hunger. What the actual fuck was wrong with him?
Draco felt bad that the next time he saw Harry he didn’t know how to act. He didn’t want to be weird with him now. He didn’t want Harry to think that having a crush was wrong and get some weird complex, but he had to let him know that what he‘d done was completely inappropriate.
Harry approached Draco with his head down, fidgeting with his hands. He looked up at Draco through his hair, biting his lip nervously.
“D-Draco?” Harry stuttered out. He looked so innocent and sweet, like nothing had happened. Draco almost forgot what he had walked in on. “Can I talk to you?” Draco nodded.
“Yes, I think we should talk, Harry,” Draco responded. Harry led Draco to an empty classroom, and closed the door behind them. He turned to face Draco, his hands still fidgeting nervously. He looked up at Draco with those big green eyes, filled with anxiety and uncertainty.
“Draco... I..." He trailed off, unable to find the words.
“Harry, why did you do that?” Draco asked. Harry bit his lip hard, trying not to let out a nervous laugh. He’d known this conversation was coming. He knew Draco would either make fun of him or act weird around him now. He dropped his eyes to the floor again.
“Do what?” Harry asked softly, trying to hide his smirk.
“You little shit,” Draco whispered, more to himself than to Harry, “You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Harry's smirk faded into a nervous laugh. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
"I... I don't know what you mean," Harry lied poorly, his cheeks turning a bright red. He could feel his heart racing and his palms getting sweaty. Draco was standing so close. Too close.
“Potter, stop playing around. You know exactly what I’m bloody referring to,” Draco said calmly, despite using the name he only called Harry when he was getting annoyed. Harry sighed, finally giving up on trying to play dumb. He looked up at Draco through his lashes, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I’m sorry I stole your panties,” Harry said softly, his eyes darting around the room nervously. “But I’m not sorry you caught me; I saw the look on your eyes when you looked at me.”
Draco opened his mouth to respond, but instead gaped like a fish. He didn’t know what to say. He’d never heard Harry speak this confidently or boldly before. Harry saw the effect his words had on Draco. He felt a rush of confidence, something he rarely felt when around Draco. He took a step closer, lowering his voice even more seductively.
“I saw how you watched my hands when I was... when I was touching myself,” Harry said.
“What has gotten into you, Harry?” Draco asked. He was shocked by what was currently coming out of the 14-year-old’s mouth.
“I think I realized something, Draco,” Harry said softly, stepping closer again. His voice was steady now, filled with a confidence he hadn’t known he had. He looked at Draco directly, his green eyes meeting those cold grey ones without fear. “I realized exactly what turns me on...”
“Harry,” Draco warned softly.
“Shhh... you told me to stop playing dumb,” Harry said, moving closer still. He was standing almost chest-to-chest with Draco now. “You want to know what turns me on? Because right now, you staring at me like you want to kill me or kiss me - that's doing it.”
Draco felt like he was holding his breath, waiting for something to break the trance he was in. He was the adult here, he needed to take control of the situation and be mature. Harry didn’t know what he was saying, he was only a boy.
Harry could see the internal struggle on Draco's face. He could feel the heat radiating off Draco's body, smell his cologne. He reached out slowly, his hand trembling slightly as he touched Draco's chest.
"Draco, I'm not a kid anymore," Harry whispered. Draco shook his head.
“But that’s exactly what you are,” Draco said exasperatedly. Harry grabbed Draco’s hand and placed it on his hard dick, through his uniform trousers.
“Do I feel like a kid to you?” Harry asked smugly, knowing he had a huge prick. Draco yanked his hand away, but not before remembering exactly what it had looked like, bare with his panties wrapped around it.
“Just because you have a dick the size of an adult, does not make you anything other than a horny 14-year-old,” Draco said rather harshly. He needed space between the two of them. Harry was going too far, making Draco too hard. “For fucks sake, you didn’t even know how sex worked before I told you, Harry!” Draco exclaimed.
Harry's face turned bright red at the reminder, but he didn't back down. Instead, he reached out and grabbed Draco's hand again, placing it back on his bulge.
"And you're the one who taught me," Harry whispered, his voice shaking slightly with nervousness and desire. “Why teach me something if you didn’t want me to put it into practice, huh?” Draco pulled his hand away, yet again.
“You can practice, with someone your age!” Draco was getting worked up. What could he do to get Harry to drop it, to give up? Harry looked up at Draco through his lashes, his voice soft but determined.
“I don’t want someone my age,” Harry said slowly. “I don’t want some inexperienced boy, I want you.” He took another step closer, their bodies pressing against each other now. Draco placed both hands on Harry’s chest in attempt to push him away. Thanks to Harry’s time on the quidditch team, Harry didn’t budge. All Draco succeeded in was feeling up Harry’s filled out pecs.
“Harry, we can still go back to how things were. Stop this now, and I’ll forget all about it,” Draco practically pleaded. If he couldn’t be the strong one, Harry needed to be.
“And what if I don’t want to go back?” Harry whispered, his hands moving to cover Draco's on his chest. “What if I like this? What if I want to keep pushing you until you snap?” He pressed their hips together, making Draco gasp softly at the feeling. “You can’t even deny it, you’re fucking throbbing against me right now.”
“You think that means anything?” Draco hissed back, though there was a slight tremble in his voice. “It’s just a physical reaction, it doesn’t mean I want you like that.” But even as he said it, he couldn’t help but grind his hips slightly against Harry’s.
Harry tried to bury his face in Draco’s neck. The blond let him at first, he couldn’t in Merlin’s name explain why. He realized what he was doing and shoved Harry away roughly. He was successful this time as Harry had been distracted and off balance.
Harry stumbled back slightly, catching himself before he could fall. He looked up at Draco, breathing heavily. Draco couldn’t deny how attractive he found Harry right now, even as angry as he was. The boy looked like he wanted to rip Draco’s clothes off and fuck him senseless.
“If you don’t knock this shit off I’m not going to be able to see you anymore,” Draco said sternly. Harry’s face darkened at the threat, his jaw clenched.
“So you’d rather not see me at all than fuck me?” Harry asked bluntly, his voice rough. Draco hesitated, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “Answer me,” Harry demanded, stepping closer again.
“Yes,” Draco finally said quietly. “You’re only a boy, it’s not right.” Harry laughed humorlessly, running a hand through his hair.
“Let me guess, you’d prefer if I found some pureblood girl to stick my dick in?” He watched as Draco’s jaw tightened, his eyes darkening.
“I couldn’t give a rat’s ass if it’s a girl or what their blood status is, just someone your age, Harry!” Draco exclaimed.
“I’m not asking you to marry me,” Harry snapped back, “just fuck me once! Or twice! Or however many times it takes for me to get this stupid crush out of my system!” He reached out and grabbed Draco’s arm, pulling him close again. Draco yanked his arm out of Harry’s grip.
“I’m leaving now, leave me alone,” Draco said flatly as he turned and walked out. Harry watched him go, his eyes dark. He knew he was being an idiot. He was throwing himself at Draco Malfoy like some love-sick girl. He growled softly, taking his wand out and chucking it across the room.
Later that day, Draco found himself banging on Harry’s door. The boy had left him alone for the last couple of hours, but suddenly there was a rumor going around that he and Harry had hooked up. Draco knew exactly who had started the rumor and he was so close to hexing him. He was going to give the boy one chance to admit to it and apologize. Harry opened the door with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Oh hello, Draco. What brings you here?” Harry asked in faux surprise. Draco glared at him, pushing past Harry and entering the dorm without being invited.
“We need to talk, Potter. Or rather, you need to clear up some rumors about us fucking,” Draco said bluntly, turning to face Harry. “I assume you know which ones I’m talking about.” Harry laughed, he had the fucking audacity to laugh.
“Why would I clear up rumors when I’m the one who started them?” Harry said playfully.
“You’re fucking kidding me,” Draco nearly shouted, running his hands through his perfectly styled hair in frustration. “Those rumors imply that I've touched you. That I've -” He hesitated, trying to keep his voice steady despite the flush creeping up his neck.
“That you let me fuck that perfect arse of yours, and you were moaning and writhing beneath me,” Harry finished for him, seductively. Draco's breath hitched at Harry's words, his heart pounding in his chest. He should be angry, he should be furious that Harry was spreading lies about them sleeping together. But instead, he found himself imagining it - Harry's strong hands gripping his hips, Harry's warm breath on his neck... Fuck.
“What is bloody wrong with you?” Draco exclaimed. Harry smirked, taking a step closer to Draco.
"Why are you so upset? You should be flattered. Everyone thinks the Chosen One is fucking you senseless." He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "Or maybe you're upset because you wish it was true?"
“Shut your fucking mouth, Potter. I’m warning you,” Draco seethed.
"Too late," Harry said carelessly. "Everyone already thinks we're shagging. hell, half the school thinks you bottom for me." He watched as Draco's eyes widened slightly, his jaw tightening. "You know what else they say?" he continued teasingly.
Draco didn’t respond, not giving Harry the satisfaction. The boy continued anyways, "They say you love it. That you beg me for it. That I fuck you so hard, you can't walk straight the next day." Harry's eyes glinted with mischief, enjoying the way Draco was clearly trying to keep his cool.
“What happened to you? You were so shy and sweet?” Draco asked quietly.
“Let’s just say, my friend Felix gave me some confidence,” Harry said with a smirk. Draco's heart ached as he thought of the shy, sweet Harry that used to be his friend before he‘d walked in on him. The Harry standing in front of him now was confident, arrogant even, and it pissed Draco off more than anything. Harry had taken liquid luck to get into Draco’s pants, and Draco could be damned if he let it work.
“I don’t like this Harry. I want my sweet and innocent Harry back,” Draco said softly. Harry's smirk faltered slightly at Draco's words, something vulnerable flashing across his face before he hid it again.
"I can't be that Harry right now," Harry said quietly before his voice hardened again. "And I don't want to be that Harry right now."
“I’ll talk to you when you’re yourself again, I can’t get through to you like this,” Draco said before he tried to leave. Harry grabbed his arm and pulled him close to him.
“Well I’m not done talking to you,” Harry said gruffly. Draco felt his resolve weaken as Harry pulled him closer. The boy was being dominant, controlling, and it was fucking with Draco's head. He didn't like this new version of Harry, but he couldn't deny that it was turning him on more than he cared to admit.
Harry pulled Draco in, the blond’s back pressed to his front. Draco could feel the boy’s hard cock pressed up against his ass. He fought to hold in the moan that threatened to spill. Harry wrapped an arm around Draco and groped him through his trousers.
“Let me help you just this once, you’re so hard,” Harry whispered against his ear. “Let me practice sucking cock.” Harry started to grind his own hard cock against Draco from behind.
Draco's breath hitched as Harry's hand squeezed his cock through his trousers, pulling him back against Harry's hardness. The boy was right - Draco was rock hard, his cock straining against his pants. The thought of Harry practicing sucking cock on him was incredibly hot.
“Harry,” Draco tried to say sternly, but it came out more as a shaky moan.
"Shh," Harry hushed him, his hand unbuttoning Draco's trousers and slipping inside. He gripped Draco's cock tightly as he ground against him from behind, his other arm wrapped around Draco's waist holding him in place. "Let me suck it," he whispered against Draco's ear. Harry was practically begging him. The boy was already stroking his prick and everyone already thought they were hooking up. Draco’s resolve was dwindling quickly.
"Please," Harry begged, his voice muffled against Draco's neck as he started to suck and lick at Draco's skin. "I need to practice." Harry turned Draco around to face him. He pulled Draco's trousers down further, freeing Draco's hard cock completely. Harry dropped to his knees and wrapped his lips around the head of Draco's cock without warning or permission.
“Harry!” Draco exclaimed, both out of shock and pleasure.
"Mmmph," Harry moaned around Draco's dick, sucking him hungrily. The boy was desperate to practice his blowjob skills, and Draco's hard, thick prick was the perfect tool. Harry bobbed his head, sucking Draco's dick deeply into his mouth.
It didn’t seem like this was Harry’s first time tasting a cock. Draco assumed it was the effects of the liquid luck, and he would be correct. Draco definitely wasn’t complaining. He noticed Harry reach his hand into his own trousers to pull out his hard cock. Harry fisted his large length as he sucked Draco like he was made for it.
Harry took Draco deep into his throat without gagging, his hand pumping his own huge length in sync with his bobbing head. Draco's fingers tangled in Harry's hair as he started to fuck his mouth gently. Draco felt so fucked up for enjoying this so much. Harry may be acting like an adult, but he was still only fourteen.
"Fuck, fuck," Draco moaned quietly. He felt dirty and wrong for enjoying being deepthroated by a kid, but the way Harry's hot mouth felt on his dick was too good to stop.
“This is so fucking wrong.” Draco said. Harry pulled back and looked up at Draco with a smirk, his hand still jerking off his own massive hard-on.
"It doesn't feel wrong," Harry said, "it feels fucking amazing. Just shut up and let me suck your dick." Harry pulled a bottle of lube from under his bed.
“Why do you have that?” Draco asked. Harry didn't answer, instead he pushed Draco's trousers down further and pressed a slick finger against Draco's tight hole.
"Just relax," Harry murmured, pushing his finger inside gently. He went back to sucking Draco's cock deeply, moaning around it as he started to finger him. Draco’s knees went weak. A 14-year-old was dominating him and making him feel better than anyone his age or older ever had.
Harry's finger was soon replaced by two, then three as he stretched Draco open. He sucked Draco hard and fast, his fingers curling inside him to hit his prostate perfectly. Harry's other hand was a blur as he jacked himself off rapidly, clearly enjoying pleasuring Draco's cock and hole. Harry pulled back and was panting. He was clearly close to cumming, but didn’t want to yet.
“Get on the bed,” Harry instructed. He stood up and quickly pulled his trousers and pants down fully, kicking them aside. His massive, hard cock stood proud and leaking pre-cum. "I'm gonna fuck you now," he said, climbing onto the bed and patting his lap. "Sit on my dick." Draco stared at Harry in shock. Was he really going to take Harry’s virginity? Harry looked at Draco expectantly, his massive dick throbbing with need. He was so fucking hard and ready to explode, but he wanted to feel Draco's tight hole around him first.
"Come on, Draco. Sit on it, please,” Harry begged. How could Draco deny him? How could Draco not fuck him when he looked like that? Harry was so sexy and confident this way, Draco was almost able to forget that he was just a kid. That was part of what made it so hot though, wasn’t it? It was taboo and wrong, and Draco wanted nothing more right now than to have Harry’s virgin cock inside him.
"Merlin..." Draco muttered, moving to straddle Harry's lap. He looked down at Harry's huge dick, then into those green eyes full of desire. "You have no idea what you're doing to me..." he whispered, leaning down towards Harry. “If you want to fuck me with that virgin cock of yours, you’re going to be doing the work,” he said against Harry’s lips, but not connecting them. Draco slid off of Harry’s lap onto the bed next to him. Harry now stared at Draco in shock. “Well get over here and fuck me, then,” Draco demanded impatiently.
Harry's eyebrows shot up in surprise. Holy fuck, this was hot. Getting bossed around by this sexy Slytherin while his massive dick leaked pre-cum was better than any fantasy he'd had. He moved on top of Draco quickly, slipping between his legs. Harry rubbed his aching cock between Draco’s ass cheeks, the top catching on the blond’s hole multiple times.
"Spread your legs wider," Harry growled out, his voice deeper than usual due to his intense arousal. He was so turned on by Draco's demanding attitude that he barely recognized himself. He rubbed his tip up and down Draco's crease intentionally trying to drive Draco crazy. He wanted Draco to beg for his cock.
"Fuck, Harry," Draco gasped as Harry's cock rubbed against his hole. He could feel how thick and long it was. "I need your dick," he whined, spreading his legs wider and lifting his hips to try and pull Harry's cock inside him. "Please, Harry, fuck me."
“Yeah? You want this thick cock?” Harry said seductively.
"Gods yes," Draco moaned, lifting his hips again needily. "Give me that big dick. Stretch my hole with it. I bet it'll feel even bigger inside..." He looked down to see Harry's massive length throbbing between his legs. "Holy shit," he cursed softly.
Draco couldn’t believe he was begging for Harry’s 14-year-old cock like this. He blamed fucking Felix. Harry grinned down at Draco, loving the way the older boy was practically begging for his virgin dick.
"You're so desperate for it, aren't you?" Harry teased, pressing the tip against Draco's hole but not pushing in yet. "You're going to feel every inch of me." Harry pushed in. Draco gasped out at the sudden intrusion.
"Shit," Draco cursed quietly. Harry was huge. He could feel every vein and ridge as the boy pushed inside him slowly. "Fourteen-year-old boys shouldn't have dicks this big," he muttered, spreading his legs wider to take more of Harry's length. Harry would have laughed if he wasn’t using every brain cell he had to keep from busting his load already.
"I told you it would feel good," Harry said, his breath catching in his throat. He was having trouble maintaining his composure, seeing Draco spread out beneath him like this, taking his dick so perfectly. "I'm not even all the way in yet.”
“Fuck, where did you learn to be this filthy?” Draco panted out.
"You," Harry gasped, slowly pushing in deeper. His hands gripped Draco's thighs tightly. "I learned it from you and your fucking dirty mouth." With one final thrust, he buried himself completely inside Draco, making both of them groan loudly. He was balls deep in Draco Malfoy.
“Fucking fill me up with your load, breed this tight little ass,” Harry quoted something he had heard Draco say before. Draco gasped in realization.
“That fucking cloak,” Draco said, realizing Harry must have been spying on Draco’s hook-ups. The blond hated it, but he found the invasion of privacy more hot and he did violating. Harry smirked, knowing he had Draco exactly where he wanted him.
"Yeah, I heard you say that a lot," Harry panted, starting to move his hips slowly. He pulled out almost all the way before pushing back in deeply. "Did you know I jerked off to those words on countless nights?" Harry fucked in and out of Draco as he spoke. “I always stole your panties, you just assumed the guy you fucked took them. Those fucking sexy lace panties... the ones you wear when you want to get properly fucked." Harry slammed in harder, causing Draco to moan louder. "I'd sniff them at night while beating my big dick.”
“Oh fuck,” Draco moaned out, his dick was leaking precum all over his abdomen. Harry’s words were driving him absolutely mad.
"I'd jerk off until I came all over them, pretending I was filling you up instead." Harry leaned down and spat directly onto Draco's hole, where his thick dick was pushing in and out. "I'd wish I was the one fucking you like that instead of some other guy." Harry moved a hand down to Draco’s cock, stroking him slowly. “I’m gonna fuck you better than any of them. I’m gonna prove I’m not just a fucking kid, that I can please you even more. Gonna ruin any other dick for you.” Draco moaned loudly, his hips bucking up to meet Harry's thrusts.
"Fuck... you little shit," Draco panted, his cock leaking even more precum. "You're gonna make me addicted to your dick if you keep talking like that."
“That’s the fucking plan, baby,” Harry panted out. He was plowing into Draco now, fucking him into the mattress. Harry's hand pumped Draco's cock faster as he fucked him brutally. The wet sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with their loud moans and pants. Draco's hole was gripping Harry's dick tightly, massaging it perfectly.
"I'm gonna come inside you," Harry grunted, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Gonna fill you up with so much cum that it'll be dripping out of you for days." He looked down at Draco with a heated gaze, his hand moving even faster on the blonde's cock. "Fuck, I can feel my balls tightening," Harry groaned, his body tensing as he pounded into Draco harder and faster. "I'm gonna fucking explode inside your tight little ass." He leaned down, biting Draco's lip hard as he came with a loud groan. Harry painted Draco’s insides with his spend. The blond moaned loudly as he came as well, spilling over the boy’s hand.
"Fuck," Harry breathed heavily, still slowly thrusting in and out as Draco came. "I told you I'd ruin your fucking life with this cock," he whispered, placing kisses along Draco's jaw. Draco pulled Harry’s lips to his, kissing him passionately. Harry kissed him back hungrily, his tongue exploring Draco's mouth. He could feel his cum leaking out of Draco's stretched hole around his still-hard dick.
"I'm gonna fuck you every night," Harry promised between kisses. “Gonna make you fall in love with me,” he added.
"Merlin," Draco moaned softly, wrapping his legs around Harry's waist. "You little romantic shit." He kissed Harry deeply. Harry rolled his hips, grinding his still-hard dick against Draco's prostate. Draco still couldn’t believe he‘d let Harry actually fuck him and that it had been probably the best fuck of his life. He had been shocked at the lack of scandal the rumors of him and Harry had caused. Many were jealous of him, more than upset because Harry was so young. Draco could see himself actually being with Harry.
“I hope you still like me when I’m back to being shy around you,” Harry said quietly, referring to when the liquid luck would wear off. Draco laughed softly, his fingers carding through Harry's hair.
"I like you better when you're being all shy and blushing," Draco admitted honestly. "But right now, I like this confident fuckboy Harry who just ruined my life with his big dick." He kissed Harry's chest. “So fuck me again before it wears off.”