The room assignment had been a cruel joke—two former rivals crammed into one narrow bed at the edge of the wizarding safehouse. "Potter, if you hog the blankets again I'll hex your bits off," Draco drawled as they settled in, his silver eyes glinting with that familiar smirk. Harry snorted, adjusting his hips. "Please, Malfoy. Your ego takes up more space than your scrawny ass ever could." Tension crackled between them, sharp and electric, until sleep claimed Draco first.
Hours later, Harry lay awake, horny and restless, his pussy already wet and dripping beneath the sheets. He glanced at the sleeping blond, then carefully guided Draco's limp hand between his spread thighs. Fingers slipped inside his slick folds, and Harry bit back a moan as he worked them deeper, thrusting against the unconscious digits. "Fuck, Malfoy... even asleep you're useful," he muttered with a wicked grin, pulling out his enchanted phone.
The camera flashed as he captured the image—Draco's fingers buried knuckle-deep in his pussy. The sight made Harry even harder, his own cock twitching untouched. Panting, he climbed over, straddling Draco's face and lowering his dripping cunt onto the parted lips. He rocked his hips, riding hard, grinding his clit against Draco's nose while the phone recorded every bounce and wet sound.
"That's it, take it," Harry gasped, sweating as pleasure built. His thighs trembled, pussy clenching, until he came with a shuddering cry, juices flooding Draco's mouth. The video captured it all—his orgasmic moans, the way he kept grinding through the aftershocks.
Later, still buzzing, Harry slid down and freed Draco's cock from his pajama bottoms. It was already half-hard. Harry wrapped his lips around it for a quick, filthy blowjob, filming the way he sucked and licked until it stood rigid. Then he positioned himself, sinking down onto the thick length with a low groan.
He bounced eagerly, riding Draco's big cock on camera, his pussy stretched and dripping around it. "Merlin, you're huge even unconscious," Harry panted, sharp wit lacing his words. "Bet you'd sneer if you knew how good this feels."
Just as his second climax approached, a strong hand clamped onto his hip. Draco's eyes snapped open, voice low and rough. "Enjoying the show, Potter?" The phone stayed rolling as Draco flipped them, delivering a stinging slap to Harry's ass. "This story's far from over."
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