Harry and Draco had been forced into shared quarters at the Ministry's new integration program, their rivalry simmering under one roof and one too-small bed. "Potter, if you hog the blankets again, I'll hex your bits off," Draco drawled that evening, stripping to his boxers with a smirk. Harry shot back, "Keep dreaming, Malfoy. Your ego takes up enough space for both of us." Tension crackled as they climbed in, backs turned, but the air grew thick with unspoken heat.
Hours later, restless and horny, Harry shed his bottoms and reached for Draco's limp hand, guiding those elegant fingers between his legs. He was already wet, dripping with need, and he worked the digits into his pussy with a soft gasp. "Fuck, that's it," he muttered to himself, snapping a photo on his magical phone of the fingers buried deep inside him. The sight made him even hornier, his clit throbbing.
Panting, Harry straddled Draco's face, lowering his dripping pussy onto the sleeping man's mouth. He rocked and bounced, grinding hard while filming every slick slide. "Yes, take it," he whispered, sweating as pleasure built. Draco's tongue, even unconscious, felt incredible against his folds.
Harry came with a shuddering cry, juices coating Draco's lips as the video captured it all. Still buzzing, he slid down, freed Draco's cock—already half-hard—and gave it a sloppy blowjob on camera, sucking until it stood rigid. Then he impaled himself, riding that thick length with wild abandon, moaning loudly.
Draco's eyes snapped open mid-thrust. "What the bloody hell—" He flipped them, delivering sharp, stinging slaps to Harry's ass, each one echoing with a mix of pain and thrill. "You cheeky little minx, using me like that?" Draco growled, snatching the phone to keep filming the red marks blooming on pale skin.
Harry laughed breathlessly, strong and unyielding. "Caught you looking, didn't I?" Their eyes locked, the spark of rivalry igniting something far hotter. Draco's hand lingered on the heated flesh, promising more.
The camera kept rolling as fresh possibilities hung in the charged silence.
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