Chapter Text
A hazy light filtered through the curtains of Draco and Harry’s bedroom. The lump in bed, otherwise known as Harry, had buried his head under his pillow.
Draco glanced at the stocky Charlie Weasley, his eyes warning him to remain quiet.
Charlie wasn’t even looking at him, Instead his eyes were focused on Harry’s vague form. His tongue darted out slightly, interested.
Tch. Draco inwardly snorted. Of course he’s interested. He stalked towards the bed, a leer twisting up his lips. With the utmost care, he cast a localised warming charm and slowly pulled back the blankets covering Harry’s lower half. Harry was curled up on his side, his smooth bottom curving out.
Harry, who had had a late night, courtesy of one Draco Malfoy, remained asleep. He was completely naked, not even bothering to put on pants.
Which was perfect.
Draco reclined behind him. With a twist of well-practised magic, lube coated his fingers. He reached towards that crevice between two soft mounds and rubbed Harry’s little bud.
It was slightly loose from recent activity. There was no resistance as Draco pushed in the first finger.
Draco smirked as he started to piston his finger in and out. Charlie had quietly padded over, his gaze wandering down Harry’s golden tan legs and up again.
With his other hand, Draco slowly nudged Harry. In sleep, Harry hardly resisted. After a quiet groan, Harry obediently rolled onto his stomach.
Draco’s cock hardened as he feasted upon the sight of Harry’s naked back and legs. The tip of his cock dripped precome, a vulgar pavlovian effect.
Two fingers rubbed inside the familiar channel, the new lube mixing in with old lube and old come that Harry (such a good boy) had kept inside of him. Draco avoided Harry’s prostate, wanting to keep Harry this pliant for just a while longer.
There was no need to spend long on prep: Harry’s hole knew Draco’s cock intimately. His fingers pulled out, leaving a hole that was open, ready.
Draco pulled his cock out of his trousers, his shoulders broadening slightly when Charlie looked over.
Take a look at it. Can you beat that? I don’t think so.
He tugged a few times, pulling himself to sufficient hardness. Then, he pushed the tip in. Slowly, he fed his cock into Harry’s slutty little hole.
Look at it, eating my cock up. Even when he’s asleep, he wants it.
“Uhhhhhh…” A slow moan came from Harry’s mouth, muffled by his pillow.
Draco let out a harsh exhale when his hips pressed flush against Harry’s round arse. His motions were slow, slow drag out, a gentle push in. Harry’s channel massaged him like an expert.
Harry made quiet moans and high, cute whines. Occasionally, he would mumble, enjoying a sweet dream.
It was Charlie whose breath had become harsh.
Fuck, Draco loved it when Harry was this pliable, this obedient, taking it in like a cock sleeve.
But, he also liked it when there was fire in Harry’s green emerald eyes.
Draco squeezed Harry’s arse cheek, as though in comfort before he pulled back and thrust in hard.
“—Ah! Draco!” Harry woke up with a cry. His hole clamped down on Draco’s cock like a vice. Misty eyes looked over his shoulder, meeting Draco’s.
Draco leaned over and pushed Harry’s head down again. Plap, plap, plap! went his hips against Harry’s, his cock spearing Harry’s hole over and over again, rampaging through that hot, slick, tight channel.
“You little slut, you were so hungry for my cock even when you’re asleep. Dreaming of getting fucked, weren’t you?”
*
Harry’s dreamy thoughts were instantly shattered the moment Draco’s cock slammed into his prostate. The blanket covering his upper body became like a heavy weight, keeping him down and confining him while Draco took what he wanted.
Harry’s neglected cock hardened.
Fuck, he wanted it too. He squirmed, pushing his hips up to deepen the penetration. He moaned when Draco slapped his arse.
“You little cock slut, aren’t you? Do you like your morning present?”
“Just go fucking harder,” Harry said hoarsely.
“Tch.” The next thrust was so hard that their magically reinforced bed shook.
Harry grabbed onto bedding, clinging on as Draco’s cock delivered waves and waves of pleasure. His own hard cock was rubbed against the bed at each thrust, smearing precome all over the bedding.
There was a squelch at Draco’s each and every move, reminding Harry of all the come that Draco had deposited in him last night, the damn possessive bastard.
Harry’s damn possessive bastard.
“Harder, harder, yes, right there.” He clenched down when Draco wanted to pull out, he relaxed when Draco violently thrust back in.
“You! Little! Slut!” Each word was punctuated with a thrust, each word forcing a moan from Harry’s chest as pleasure radiated out.
“You’re so focused on my cock, did you even notice that your big brother Charlie Weasley is watching you?”
Harry’s eyes snapped open. He turned his head the other way and suddenly met blue eyes on a freckled face.
“Charlie!” he squeaked. The word merged into a moan-whine. Shame (and arousal) flooded Harry’s cheeks.
He and Draco had talked about maybe bringing Charlie in, but he didn’t expect it to be in the morning when Draco liked to fuck him awake!
He felt even more ashamed when his cock hardened beneath him.
He was being watched. Had been watched the entire time.
Charlie’s lips curled up, and his arm made a movement.
Only then did Harry look down and saw that Charlie had taken his own cock out.
Harry was making him hard.
Harry’s hands itched and his mouth flooded with saliva. Charlie’s cock, it was just there— “A-ah!”
Draco’s thrust was extra hard, extra punishing. A scowl was clear in his voice as he growled, “You’re looking at him. He’s looking at you. Can you really say you never thought of fucking him? Who’s your boyfriend, Harry? Who’s your future husband, Potter? Who’s fucking you right now? Shouldn’t you be focusing on me?”
His hips slammed harshly against Harry’s bottom, which was burning hot. His cock pistoned in and out of Harry’s hole.
Harry squeezed down, quickly pushing his hips up to meet Draco’s punishing pace. “You, you, you!”
Draco pulled Harry’s arse cheeks apart. His cock drove into Harry’s deepest corners, filling him up.
Harry gasped, his mind becoming lightheaded with his approaching climax.
“Now come, Harry! You wanted my cock, so have it!”
“Draco!” Harry cried as he came all over the bed beneath him. His hole automatically clamped down.
“Harry!”
Hot come flooded his insides, filling him up in a comforting, familiar way.
Harry panted, spent. “A bit intense today, aren’t you?” he mumbled as he reached for his glasses and pushed them on.
“Tch,” Draco sneered. He unceremoniously pulled out of Harry, leaving come and lube dripping out of Harry’s hole.
Harry shoved the blanket constricting him aside.
But instead of cleaning him up as he should, Draco jerked his head towards Charlie.
“You’re both thinking about it. Go on. Fuck him.”