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“Door’s open.”

Draco cracked the door open and took an unnoticeably quick peek in before he opened it further and took a step inside. With a stack of parchment documents under his arm, he made his way over to the desk, where a nonchalant but curious professor looked up from his writing at last once Draco stood before him.

“Headmaster wanted me to bring these over,” Draco stated shortly, in an effort to mimic the level of nonchalance.

“Oh, thanks,” James said as he took the stack from him and quickly took a look through them once he held them in his hands. “How’s being back here been for you?”

Draco took a moment to process the unexpected question.

“It’s been alright. I feel like I’m under a magnifying glass at all hours of the day, so you can imagine I’m a little tense.”

James chuckled to himself and put the files down before he put his elbows on his desk and looked at Draco. “I’m sure you’ve somewhat salvaged your reputation already.”

Draco snickered, doing his best not to roll his eyes as he looked away from James’. “With Harry and me having split, I assume you comprehend that nobody’s putting the blame on him for it not having lasted.”

“Does there always need to be somebody to blame?”

“When I am involved, the answer is always yes.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. For what it’s worth, Harry doesn’t speak negatively about you at all. Sometimes things just don’t work out.”

A painful flash of nostalgia raced through Draco’s head, the images of the Potter’s home and all the days and nights he spent there leaving him with an instant odd sensation in his stomach.

“Easy for you to say,” Draco mumbled somewhat. “You’ve been married for a million years.”

“Which is a choice,” James told him. “You have to work on marriages too. I’m well aware they don’t always last.”

Draco caught himself pulling a face.

“Remember the day we all went out on that hike together? It was a little tense, wasn’t it? My wife and I have arguments too sometimes, luckily we’ve always been able to work through them. I think that’s primarily compatibility. If that wasn’t there with Harry, I’m sure you’ll find it with somebody else, Draco.”

Draco had caught himself swiftly looking back at James again after the first sentence. Another image had popped into his head.

He certainly remembered that day. It was probably one of the most uncomfortable days he’d ever had in his life, though not because of the alledged tension between the Potters.

James was looking back at him. Draco wondered if he too remembered the impossibly awkward incident of Draco opening one of the bathroom doors to accidentally lay eyes on his butt naked semi father-in-law who had to have stepped out of the shower only seconds ago. An image that had stubbornly remained in his head throughout the entirity of the hike, and the night that followed as well.

“Yeah. Probably. Well, now that he’s back with the Weasley girl it looks like I’m going to have to find it with somebody else, doesn’t it?”

James gave him a slightly pained smile.

“You surely seem to have passed your taste in partners down to your son, I’ll say,” Draco said snickering.

He curiously observed James somewhat subtly let his eyes fall over him before he looked back down at the half-written page that lay on his desk. “Like father, like son, they say.”

“Well, you both seem to be set. It’s not very fair anyway, though, as a bisexual he has double the options,” Draco said half-jokingly. “And then, of course, he’s a Potter… If you want to talk about ‘fish in the sea’.”

“Come on, Draco, you’ll find somebody,” James said as he sat back in his seat and gave him a look.

“With the trans thing too? I wouldn’t call it a given.”

James rolled his eyes at him. “Nobody’s even gonna notice.”

“They’ll notice once I take off my pants,” Draco said with his eyebrows raised.

Draco wondered if he’d spoken too crudely once James let out a laugh and looked away again, his eyes focussed back on the papers on his desk.

“You’ll be okay,” James concluded after a moment, straightening the papers. He looked back up. “Are you going to join us for a drink later? Harry’s not going to be there, you know.”

“Eh…”

“Come on, you’re an intern now. Or an apprentice, however you want to call it. You can sit with the professors. It’s Friday evening.”

“You didn’t have to do this,” Draco said as he hung his coat, glancing over at the older man standing in his ‘bedroom’, or rather the private dormitory he’d been assigned at the beginning of the school year.

“I just wanted to make sure you’d make it back okay.”

“And cut your evening short because of me? You didn’t have to give up your night of socializing fun just because I wanted to leave.”

“Why do I feel like the word ‘fun’ in that sentence wasn’t so genuine?”

“Because it wasn’t.”

James snorted, looking away into Draco’s room as he softly laughed at his statement.

Then, Draco found himself looking at something that once again took him back to the time he’d spent at the Potters’ home. His eyes seemed to involuntarily be glued to the spot as a tingling feeling came over him.

He looked away right before James’ eyes caught his own.

“I, eh… Should probably go,” James said a little tensely, shrugging his shoulders clumsily to rearrange the way his coat hugged his body. Still, Draco knew what he’d just seen.

“Where to?” Draco decided to ask.

“My room, probably,” James answered. “I have some stuff to do tomorrow, so… I’ll just, eh…”

“Alright. Will I see you at breakfast?”

“Yeah, of course. We can have breakfast. I mean, not ‘we’, as in… You know… I’ll, eh… I’ll just be there, and so will you…”

Draco raised a single eyebrow.

“I’ll just… Go…”

Draco looked at him still, and his unusually jumpy composure.

“Unless, eh… I don’t know… Maybe you want to have one more drink…? Just the two of us…”

“Uhm…”

“Oh, no, I don’t mean… I don’t want to make you-…”

“Well, I’ve got some Firewhisky that’s opened… I could pour us some,” Draco said as he began walking over to his dresser.

“No, I don’t drink alcohol… I just meant-… You know, nevermind… I’m sorry, I’ll leave you be. I don’t mean to intrude.”

“You’re not intruding,” Draco said chuckling. “Do I sound like I’m bothered?”

“No, no… It’s just… Your… Personal space, and I’m, eh…”

Draco looked at him curiously.

“Well, me, you know.”

“I do know,” Draco said dryly, smirking a little. “I’m not a moron.”

“I just don’t want to be weird,” James admitted at last.

They held a moment of eye contact from across the room.

“I don’t think you’re weird,” Draco said after a moment. He went to pour them both some pumpkin juice before saying another word. “It’s pleasant to have a proper conversation with you again, actually.”

“You think so?” James asked whilst Draco walked up to the table in his room with the glasses in his hands.

James walked over to join him there.

“Yeah. We haven’t spoken much since I’ve been here. It’s been a while.”

They both pulled out a chair and sat down opposite of each other. Draco thought about what to say in the moment of silence that followed.

“Do you remember that weekend we all went away together?” Draco asked as he looked at the glass in his hand. “When we were snowed in, so we couldn’t do anything for two days?”

“You mean the weekend I was barely able to get any sleep? Yeah, I remember,” James said before he took a sip of his juice.

“Ah,” Draco said as he tapped his fingers onto his glass. “I, eh, didn’t realize you heard.”

Of course that was a flat out lie.

“Hey, it’s not like I listened. It was just impossible to ignore. Ask my wife.”

Draco’s eyes moved up.

“How are things at home anyway?” he asked looking back down.

“Good. Solid.”

“That’s good to hear.”

“It’s difficult sometimes, being away from each other for so long. Working here puts a bit of pressure on a marriage.”

Draco looked up again.

“How so?”

James shrugged, looking back into his eyes.

“Just… Being alone all the time.”

“You? Alone? I hardly ever see you by yourself. People gather around you like a flock of birds.”

“You know what I mean,” James said snickering.

Draco nodded. James took another sip from his glass.

“You ever get lonely?” he then asked Draco.

Draco shrugged. “Define lonely.”

“Ehm…” A moment of silence fell. “Deprived?”

Draco looked up.

There was another moment of silence.

“Sometimes.”

James looked away into the room. His body language was somewhat restless still.

“Why are you here?”

James looked back at him. He looked neither surprised nor relieved by the question.

“Depends on why you’re asking.”

Draco snickered and he could feel James’ eyes on him still.

“I don’t want to ruin my marriage,” James said, Draco vaguely nodding whilst looking down at the table. “It’s just what it is.”

“You don’t feel weird about doing your son’s ex-boyfriend?”

“He doesn’t have to know. And he has a girlfriend now, I doubt it’ll ever come up in conversation.”

“Are you a cheater?” Draco asked, curiously looking up now.

“Things happen sometimes. I don’t actively look for it, but-“

“People flock around you. I’m sure they come onto you too.”

“Sometimes.”

Draco nodded again whilst he looked away.

“I just don’t think I’m the only one who’s had this idea,” said James. “Correct me if I’m wrong.”

“What, with that third leg of yours? Yeah, things happen sometimes after seeing that too.”

“I can’t complain,” James said smirking.

“I doubt I’ll be complaining too.”

They looked each other in the eyes for a moment, then James promptly finished his juice.

“Here or in your room?” Draco asked as he watched James put his glass back down on the table.

James shrugged. “I’m here already.”

“Mhm.”

“Lead the way.”

Draco chuckled to himself before he got up without as much as looking at the other man, walking over to his bed on the other side of the room. He could hear James’ chair move, then he could hear his footsteps following in his direction.

Draco began unbuttoning his shirt, facing away from James. He could hear the sound of what he assumed was his sweater dropping to the floor. As he opened up his shirt and let it slide over his arms, he felt James gently put his hands on his hips.

“Don’t think I forgot about those moans of yours.”

Draco snickered, getting out of his shirt and laying it on the foot of his bed.

“Maybe you’ll get more out of me.”

“Well, how do you like it?”

Draco’s focus went to the hand sliding over to carress his lower stomach, just above the edge of his trousers.

“Like you’re trying to stuff your balls into me too, I suppose.”

“I reckon there’s no harm in trying.”

Draco chuckled to himself.

He took a deep breath before he popped open his belt and let his pants drop down to his ankles.

He noticed him take a step back before James’ thumbs hooked into his boxers and gently pulled those down too. Draco let him.

He then kicked off his shoes, stepped out of his pants and underwear and before he could think of his next move, James just as gently pushed him towards the bed, then down on it, and then moved him so that he was laid on his back with his head on his pillow. James then laid down between his legs, and without further ado he put his mouth on him.

Draco closed his eyes as he felt James’ tongue lick open his folds and hook his arms around his thighs from underneath them. He began licking from his hole to where his dick was, repeating the motion a couple of times, teasingly so, before he started to lick his dick, coating it in his saliva.

A deep, content sigh left Draco’s nostrils, and he felt his body relax at James’ touch.

The current moment was something that he had sporadically fantasized about over the years. He had tried not to let himself think about it for too long anytime it happened. When he was still with Harry, it had been an insane idea for obvious reasons. After they’d broken up, it had still felt morally abhorrent. Still, the man was a smokeshow. He could see why everyone always seemed to want him. Perhaps that added to his charm too.

He had since the incident wondered what he would be like in bed. If he would be able to put his money where his mouth is. If he was that charming in the bedroom too. If it was just about gloating, or if he’d actually put that body and all of that confidence to good use.

“You’re good at this,” Draco remarked, a little smirk on his lips whilst his eyes remained close.

“I’m glad you think so.” He answered shortly, simply continuing. Draco was pleased with that.

James took his dick in his mouth and began suckling on it, pleasant little sparks going up Draco’s spine from the sensation.

He let out a soft little moan, taking the moment just to let himself enjoy it.

It turned out that he actually was given the time to enjoy it. James didn’t seem to be in any rush, which wasn’t something Draco could say about most of the men he’d been with. More often than not, this part of the act was treated like a chore, something necessary just to be able to get to the main event.

But James took his time. He sucked on him, licked him and switched between the two, but not in a way where it seemed like he just had no idea what he was doing. It was a pleasant sort of variation. He was actually getting Draco somewhere.

“Would you like me to use my fingers?”

Draco hummed in approval, not wanting to take too long to communicate and take away from the moment. James resumed working on him with his tongue, pushing a finger in whilst he continued.

Draco moaned. Feeling his finger also made him feel how wet he was. James noticed too, given that he slipped a second finger in with ease just seconds later.

He began slowly penetrating him, and Draco confirmed for himself that James wasn’t just talk when he felt his fingers arch up to push against his sweet spot, and began stimulating him there.

This was when Draco gave himself permission to let James bring him to orgasm like this. He was already getting there - he’d just wanted to know James wouldn’t suddenly leave him hanging.

He felt his thighs tense up, and in a direct response, he felt James’ arms tighten their grip around them. They both knew.

Knowing that James must be tasting him at this point was a thought that definitely helped bring Draco to where he was rapidly headed.

James Potter, licking up his cum and letting him cum on his face and in his mouth. It was a thought that made his chest burn up in a very pleasant sort of way.

Of course that wasn’t the only thing that was burning up. The pit of his stomach was too, as were his thigh muscles, and both the tip of his dick and the spot inside of him that James’ fingers were still stroking against.

He didn’t want to announce it, for some reason. He just let himself gasp as he felt his orgasm set on. James would notice easily.

He pushed the back of his head into his pillow as his back arched up and his muscles began to contract and release rhythmically. He heard himself curse, though it didn’t really feel like he made the conscious choice to do so.

He could feel his dick throb between James’ lips, his walls grip on James’ fingers and his hole widening slightly as the wetness dripped out from inside of him.

James continued doing exactly what he had been doing to let Draco ride out his orgasm as long as he needed, and as long as he could.

Draco’s body eventually relaxed again, though he experienced some shocks as he tried to let himself lay down flat again.

“Stop,” Draco said chuckling, his voice full of breath even with the single word.

James did as he was told and let his movements come to a halt slowly before releasing him and then carefully pulling his fingers out. Draco involuntarily shivered when he felt James’ fingers come out of him.

Draco then pulled James on top of him, who gave him a soft but sloppy kiss on his lips before sitting up to pull off his shirt. Draco took the opportunity to start opening up James’ pants, who took the hint and then got off of Draco for a moment to just undress himself until he was naked, Draco being the one to pull him back on top of him right away.

They kissed, and Draco smiled before he spoke again.

“Do you want me to suck you off too?”

“I don’t think it’s necessary if you just want to… Get started right away,” James said, laughing softly.

“Yeah?”

“I think it’s fair to say that I’m good to go.”

Draco curiously reached his hand out while looking James in the eye, wrapping his hand around his cock once he’s found it. There wasn’t a reason to doubt his words.

“Do you want to use a condom?” Draco asked.

“Do you?”

Draco looked into his eyes for a moment. “I can’t get pregnant or anything.”

“I’m clean. It’s your call.”

Draco smirked. “Then let’s not.”

James leaned in to kiss him again, and while they kissed, Draco brought James’ cock to his entrance. He touched the tip to it, and as he held it, James pushed forward so Draco could guide it in. He let go once it was entering him.

A deep, thrilled gasp left his lips as it filled him, looking James in his eyes all the while.

“Wait,” James said a little dryly, and he quickly took off his glasses and dropped them on the nearest night stand without moving off of Draco. They both chuckled before they kissed again, and then James put his weight on Draco as they began having sex.

James slowly moved his hips up to partially slide his cock back out, then just as slowly pushed it back in all the way.

He was big. Properly big. And not just that, but it was girthy enough to impress Draco too.

Draco could taste himself on James’ tongue as they french kissed, James’ thick cock penetrating him slowly and deeply. Each time he was in all the way, Draco couldn’t help but let out a little moan. It was just too good.

James took his time with this too. Draco had enough time to properly enjoy his size and feel just how deep he could get in. They shared wet kisses all the while Draco was sharing another type of wetness with him too, feeling himself cream on him each time he moved inside him.

Eventually, James began moving a little faster, making Draco’s breathing faster at an instant as well.

“Oh my god,” he gasped softly, their mouths barely an inch away from each other now that he couldn’t keep kissing him anymore. He began panting the moment James started thrusting faster.

“You’re amazing,” James told him, and Draco could only giggle as James began kissing his neck. He didn’t even know how to respond to that. He only knew that the sloppy kisses on his neck made him feel even better.

Then he began thrusting even faster, and Draco just yelped by instinct. He wrapped his arms around James and dug his fingers into his back before instantly apologizing and flattening his hands.

“It’s okay,” James told him. “Go ahead.”

Draco began dragging his nails across James’ skin, providing him with a minor sense of relief from the fat cock now just fucking him hard.

It wasn’t enough. Before he knew it, he was just whining in James’ ear.

James only picked up his pace. He began to pound him and Draco wanted to cry. Clawing at his back as hard as he could while his hole was making squelching sounds that even the springs of the bed couldn’t cover anymore, the only other thing he could think of doing was to just bite, and he sank his teeth into James’ shoulder.

Other than a single grunting sound, James seemed unfazed. Draco’s whines turned to whimpers as he bit him as hard as he could. He couldn’t even worry about whether he was drawing blood or not, whether with his nails or his teeth.

James - somehow - picked up his pace even more. By now, he was straight up drilling into him. Draco’s hole was sobbing. The sounds it made were frankly embarrassing.

The bed seemed to be whining now. It sounded worrisome. James was pounding him so hard the bedframe began banging against the wall.

He could feel James panting on the hot, wet skin of his neck.

As everything else got louder, Draco just got more and more quiet. He needed the air to just breathe. He was helplessly panting like a dog whilst James’ cock just slammed him into the mattress with each and every aggressive thrust. The fact that Draco’s walls just seemed to somehow widen to let him pound him as hard as he wanted made up for the lack of sounds he was able to make.

“I-,” Draco whimpered with the greatest of efforts, hardly audible over the bed hitting the stone walls over and over, “I’m cu- cumming again-…”

James’ response was a kiss on Draco’s sweaty cheek, and Draco pinched his eyes shut and held onto James for dear life as he began to cum on his cock hard.

His jaw dropped, but no sound came out. His muscles convulsed wildly, almost squeezing the cock that slammed into his swollen walls, sending electric waves all throughout his body each time he had a grip on it.

Draco could feel his heart beat in his pelvis at this point. His entire bodily focus seemed to be right there, even if his fingers were still clawing at James’ back as if he was trying to strip him of his skin.

“Can I cum in you?” James breathed in Draco’s ear.

“Yeah,” Draco said shortly. He had long figured that was a given at this point.

Draco was still orgasming himself when James groaned into his ear, and slowed down his thrusts but somehow managed to ram down his hips even harder, slamming Draco’s body down on the bed with force and making the bed hit the wall loudly several times in a row as he too reached his climax.

Draco could feel James’ cock throbbing inside of him, his own pulsing walls seeming to move in a certain harmony with it as James began to spill inside of him. He could feel his load come out with each throbbing motion, his own body seemingly giving him a hand with it as he gripped on his cock a couple more times.

As James’ warm sperm slowly spread within his hole, he by contrast began noticing how cold and sticky his skin was starting to feel.

He seemed to slowly come back down to earth a little bit now that his orgasm was fading out. He had the strength to open his eyes again, and he was becoming aware of just how heavy his breathing was.

James was no longer thrusting. They both just lay panting, covered in sweat and Draco’s thighs sore from his legs having been spread all this time.

“I think you actually scratched me open,” James then said, raising his head and softly laughing through his own shallow breathing as he looked down at Draco. “I’m feeling drops.”

Draco swiftly threw his head to look to his right and just managed to catch a droplet of deep red falling from James’ side onto the bed sheet, where a small stain had already been made. Draco retrieved his hands and instantly noticed the red on his fingertips.

“I am so sorry,” Draco panted. “That probably hurts. I’m sorry-“

“Shut up,” James said laughing. He kissed him, effectively actually shutting him up.

Draco let his hands drop down and kissed him back.

“I’m gonna pull out,” James said as he looked at him. “Do you mind if I use your shower? Just for a minute, I’ll make it quick.”

“Uh… Oh, yeah, sure… I’ll probably take one after you, I’m sweating my ass off.”

James raised an eyebrow at him, still breathing heavily through his nose. “You don’t want to just come with me?”

“… You don’t mind? I can wait for like ten minutes.”

“Come on,” James said, rolling his eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

He pushed himself up and gave Draco a rather sweaty kiss on his forehead.

“Are you a cuddler?”

This time, Draco raised his eyebrow.

“What? It’s nice.”

“You have a wife. I used to date your son.”

“Oh, so I can pump a full load of cum in you but cuddling is crossing the line? Get real.”

“I suppose that’s a fair point.”

Chapter Text

“Door’s open!”

Draco opened it and stepped inside, not even having closed the door behind him before he froze in place for a moment.

“Long time no see!” Fleamont said, waving at him all the way from the backyard.

Draco pulled himself back together, closed the front door and began making his way through the house to get to the other side. The back door was open, which is how he’d been able to spot him all the way from the yard, and so he walked out to join Fleamont there.

“I made you some lemonade,” Fleamont said, gesturing over at the big glass on the table he’d just sat down at. Draco sat across from him, nodded and smiled.

“Thank you. I’m gonna need it.”

Luckily they were sat in the shade, but even so, it felt like it was about a million degrees outside. It wasn’t exactly Draco’s favourite.

“Is Effie not home?” Draco asked before taking a sip from the cold lemonade.

“She’s out in the city with the rest,” Fleamont said, folding his hands over his stomach as he sat back in his chair.

Draco, of course, knew who ‘the rest’ was.

“You didn’t want to go?”

Fleamont shrugged. “Too nice of a day to spend it going in and out of shops, isn’t it?” he said as he then looked up into the bright blue sky, his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses.

Draco hummed vaguely, taking another sip. He couldn’t help but take the opportunity to fully register the fact that Fleamont, who was roughly triple his age, was sitting in front of him in only jean shorts, and… Wore it well.

He mentally cussed himself out for even thinking it. What, was his new thing to just lust after all of the Potter men he laid eyes on?

The fact that he’d slept with James was insane on its own. He could only hope that nobody would ever find out, and he hoped so with every cell in his body.

Fleamont was James’ father. Harry’s grandfather.

Why did he look good?

By all accounts, good genes seemed to run in the family. Fleamont may be in his early sixties but the man was fit. Toned. Muscular. If Draco was to even age half as well he’d consider himself lucky.

He didn’t look old. He didn’t sound old. He didn’t move like an old person. Draco had every reason to believe he still worked out. He could easily pass as ten years younger than he was, perhaps he could even get away with fifteen or twenty years in some instances.

The only thing that gave him away was that his hair was turning grey. But it wasn’t even all of it. And somehow it hardly even… Actually aged him. It kind of made him look more sophisticated, Draco concluded.

“So how have you been doing?” Fleamont asked, shocking Draco out of his thoughts and staring. “How is the job thing going? What’s been happening with you?”

“Ehm…” Draco began, putting his glass back on the table. “The job is going well, yeah. I’m, eh, learning a lot. It’s a bit odd to be on the other side of things, so to speak. At Hogwarts. But I think I’m managing fairly well.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Fleamont said before taking a sip of his own half full glass of fresh lemonade. Draco quickly took another peak at his prominent abs and chest muscles. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about. From what I hear, the professors think you’re doing a great job.”

“Really?” Draco asked.

Fleamont nodded and looked at him. Draco managed to catch his eyes through the shades that he was wearing.

Draco was unprepared for this amount of sun, really. He probably should’ve put on sun block too. Luckily they were sat in the shadow of a rather large tree.

“There’s no reason for you to be so insecure, Draco. You’re smarter than you give yourself credit for.”

“Thank you,” Draco said with a little smile. “And how are you doing?”

Fleamont just kind of contently nodded, taking a look around the yard before he looked back at Draco and shrugged. “Can’t complain.”

“Do you still work at the shop?”

“Occasionally,” Fleamont said, “I go about twice a week or so. Harry’s taken over for the most part.”

Draco nodded, doing his best to come across the least amount of awkward the mention of Harry’s name could make him seem.

“So I get to relax,” Fleamont added, chuckling.

“I’d say take full advantage of it,” Draco said. They both had a laugh. “I hardly get away from the castle anymore.”

“Yeah, it’s a demanding place, isn’t it?” Fleamont said whilst looking at him. “Make sure to take good care of yourself.”

Draco was doing his best to push the whole James situation as far out of his mind as he could manage.

“I do my best.”

“I believe you.”

They shared a smile, before Draco decided it was time for another sip of lemonade.

“Hey,” Fleamont said, Draco’s eyes moving over, “For what it’s worth, I get the feeling he was happier when he was with you.”

Draco swallowed and put his glass back down, locking eyes with him as he smiled. “Thank you. I’m doing okay, though. Really.”

“Good. That’s good. … So, shall we get your stuff? I mean, you’re free to stay as long as you want, but I reckon you’ve got places to be.”

“Yeah, sure,” Draco said, and he got up from his seat whilst Fleamont did the same. Draco glanced at him from the corner of his eye, then was able to look without him noticing once he’d walked past and his back was now towards Draco.

Even his back was properly defined. And his shoulders… The sun only made his skin look smoother and richer, and somehow even the way he walked was appealing.

But that seemed to be one of those things that was also just in the Potter genes. That effortless, stupidly attractive charm.

Draco pinched his eyes shut for a second just to pull himself out of his thoughts. He couldn’t be thinking any of this. He had already crossed countless lines and even these thoughts were embarrassing to even have in his head.

He took a deep breath and followed Fleamont into the house, and then up the stairs. And he made sure to keep his eyes on the stairs all the way.

He followed him into one of the spare rooms where he’d stored the stuff Draco had left at him and Euphemia’s house. It wasn’t all too much, just some toiletries and some clothes and a couple of books. He’d left it with the thought that Harry and him would be coming back to stay over soon, but that never happened. He’d been meaning to come pick it up but the timing never seemed to be right. He was at the point now that he just kind of wanted to get it over with.

“I think everything is in this bag…” Fleamont said as he looked around the room. “Oh, and you can keep the book you borrowed from me. I know you hadn’t finished it.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Draco said with a sweet smile. “Really.”

“Don’t mention it,” Fleamont said dismissively.

Draco chuckled and looked away for a moment. “Thank you,” he said as their eyes met again. “You’re really kind. I appreciate it.”

“Well, why wouldn’t I be?”

Draco gave him a look.

“The past is the past, Draco. You’re a good person. You’ve… Lived and learned. That’s what matters.”

Draco just chuckled again as he softly shook his head, never breaking the eye contact. “I can see why Sirius always felt at home with you guys.”

“Door’s always open,” Fleamont said with a smile. “The same goes for you. Although I reckon there’s no need for you to run away from your own apartment.”

“Luckily there isn’t.”

“You know, the stories I’ve heard about your father in particular…” Fleamont said as he crossed his arms across his bare chest, “I understand things couldn’t have been easy for you. I hope you know that.”

“The past is the past,” said Draco. “You live and you learn.”

They smiled at each other. Fleamont gave him a nod. He then took off his shades and casually put them in his pocket.

“Well, I guess I’m off, then,” said Draco. He didn’t really know what else to say at this point. And god forbid someone other than Euphemia showed up at the house all of a sudden.

“Alright, I’ll walk you out,” Fleamont said. “Although you’re free to finish your lemonade, of course. Have you eaten?”

“Yeah,” Draco answered. They looked at each other. Draco could properly look into his eyes now. “Sure, I… I have some time to finish it.”

And so they went back downstairs with the bag of Draco’s stuff, which Draco parked near the front door before they walked towards the back door again. Fleamont stopped halfway through the kitchen, getting some more ice cubes from the freezer. Draco just stood and waited for a moment. He couldn’t help but look. Again.

After about twenty seconds of staring, they continued their way outside and went to get seated again.

“You should probably come sit on this side,” Fleamont said once he’d put his shades back on and looked up into the sky, “You’ll get sunburned.”

And indeed, the chair Draco had been sitting in was now in the full, harsh sun. So Draco took the advice and sat down in the chair next to Fleamont, albeit a little awkwardly and more clumsily than he’d liked. He decided to just start sipping on his drink right away.

Fleamont on the other hand sat back in his chair nonchalantly, laying his head down on the back rest, closing his eyes, and clearly over all just being ten times as relaxed as Draco was.

Perhaps that was good, Draco thought. Obviously Fleamont did not have any sort of hidden agenda. They were just sitting in his garden, and that was all. Clearly Fleamont wasn’t thinking about… Those sort of things.

Or so Draco thought, until a question came up that Draco couldn’t view in any other way than being wildly unsubtle.

“So,” started Fleamont, his eyes still closed ever so nonchalantly, “What else is going on in your life? … Is there a new boyfriend?”

Draco stupidly blinked a couple of times whilst he processed the question. “Eh… No, no boyfriend. I’ve been on a date or two, but… It didn’t really work out.”

“That’s too bad,” Fleamont answered as he turned his head and looked at him. “Why not? If I may ask, of course.”

“I… The feeling just wasn’t there.”

“Why is that?” Fleamont asked as he moved his head back to look back up at the sky again. “Were they not your type?”

“Eh…” Draco stumbled somewhat. “Maybe. I don’t know.”

He watched Fleamont chuckle to himself.

This had to mean something, right? Hadn’t that been a weird and sudden question? Or was Draco just losing his marbles at this point?

“Why do you ask?” he blurted.

Fleamont shrugged. “Just curious.”

“Dating is just hard.”

“Trust me, I know.”

Draco looked at him a little hesitantly. Fleamont didn’t look back.

“Well, you’ve got your whole life ahead of you,” Fleamont said before reaching out for his lemonade. “Live it.”

Draco watched him drink.

In an act of brazen curiosity, he softly let his leg fall to the side to rest it, touching against Fleamont’s.

Draco caught his side-eye from the corner of his own eye, but he reached out for his own drink and didn’t say a word.

“You know, my wife and I got together when we were very young. We got married before we were your age, even.”

“Mhm.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m crazy about her. Still.”

Draco hummed again and put his glass back down.

“I just can’t help but wonder sometimes about all of the things I could’ve experienced. D’you know what I mean?”

Draco sat back in his chair and looked at the older man. His nerves seemed to be settling now.

“I suppose I do. I can imagine.”

They just sat looking into each other’s eyes, Draco now nonchalantly resting his head in his palm. Perhaps the roles were reversed at this point. At least a little bit.

Fleamont’s pupils moved in his eyes as he looked between Draco’s.

“What would you do?”

Draco raised his eyebrows. Whether the smile on his own lips came across as curious or unimpressed, he wasn’t sure. He just couldn’t fully hide the anticipation he was starting to feel.

“What do you mean?”

Fleamont pursed his lips. He glanced away for just a second.

“If you were with someone for a very long time, and you had… Behaved yourself quite well, but perhaps occassionally wondered if there was a way to have your cake and eat it too,” he said, his dark eyes back on Draco. “What would you do?”

“I don’t know,” Draco said with that same smile. “I haven’t been in your situation. I don’t know what it’s like to be married for so long.”

“Yeah… I realize that.”

Fleamont looked away again. Draco could see him sigh through his nostrils.

“I’m not going to tell you what to do,” Draco said whilst looking at him.

Fleamont turned his head again to look back. Somehow the look in his eyes gave off a similar feeling as Draco’s expression.

“What are you going to tell me?”

Draco chuckled to himself, then sighed and sat up straight. His smile turned into a smirk that he could no longer hide.

“Can I ask you a question instead?”

“Of course,” said Fleamont.

“What do you want from me?”

Fleamont thought about his response for a moment. Their eyecontact was unwavering.

“Just… A moment. And for it not to change the way we’re able to interact with each other.”

“What, are you afraid I’m gonna call you fifty times a day and ruin your marriage?” Draco said snickering. “Come on, I’m not thát petty.”

Luckily, Fleamont was able to laugh at that. “I also don’t want you to think that I’m using you in any way. That’s not what I do.”

“I know that,” Draco told him. “I understand the situation. Really.”

Fleamont then put his hand on Draco’s thigh and gently squeezed it.

“So, ehm… Can I assume we’re on the same page?”

“I think you can,” Draco said, his smirk returning at an instant. “I’m down.”

“I reckon we’ve got about two hours,” Fleamont said. “You’re free to hang out here afterwards, of course, but…”

“I understand.”

“Would you like to go inside, then?” Fleamont asked. “Wow, never thought I’d be asking you that, really…”

Draco nodded as calmly as he could manage, though he was a hell of a lot more excited than he was letting on.

They went inside, closed the door behind them and went upstairs to the master bedroom, closing that door behind them too.

Once inside, Draco was the one to make the first move. He’d been thinking about this ever since he arrived, now that it turned out it would actually happen - much to his own surprise-, he wasn’t too keen on waiting any longer than he had to.

He kissed Fleamont, who stood slightly taller than him, on his lips, and soon he was gently leading Draco to the bed, where he laid him down and got on top of him.

There was a lot of kissing. Fleamont turned out to be quite tender and patient with him, which he had expected, he’d just expected him to be a tad more straightforward than he turned out to be. It took a while of them just making out before he even slipped his hand under Draco’s shirt.

Draco didn’t mind that they were taking their time. Not at all. It was sensual, not boring by any means. And the man turned out to be a great kisser too.

Given the fact that Fleamont hadn’t been wearing a shirt to begin with, Draco was free to run his hands over his skin right away, taking full advantage of it. The strong muscles beneath his fingertips paired with the gentleness of his kisses and his touch was a delightful combination.

Catching him off guard, Fleamont then moved his hand from beneath his shirt onto the fabric covering his crotch. He pressed his hand down and rubbed it with just the right amount of pressure. Draco moaned into his lips, and this seemed to be what made Fleamont’s impatience come to the surface as well.

With Fleamont’s gentle guidance, Draco began taking his clothes off, and he was delighted to see Fleamont then follow his lead.

Draco’s eyes were immediately glued to his cock, like a crow noticing something shiny and suddenly losing interest in the rest of their surroundings.

It stood out for all the right reasons. Draco needed it.

Draco guided the older man to lay on his back, who laid comfortably with a pillow under his head, and Draco hurried over to lock his lips around his erection, unable to suppress a little moan as he got it into his mouth.

He began sucking on the head whilst he pumped it with his hand, noticing every bit of how thick, veiny and hard it was. It was glorious, and so he was enjoying slurping on it majorly.

He could hardly believe that he even was doing this, it felt like he was inside his own fantasy. But he was. He was actually doing it. He was sat there, both of them naked, with Fleamont’s erect cock in his mouth and in his hand. And he was loving it.

“You’re talented,” Fleamont breathed, looking down at Draco whilst affectionately running a hand through his hair.

Draco just hummed. He was glad, but he didn’t want to stop what he was doing.

This time around he was the one taking his time. He stopped for a moment just to give him a big lick along his shaft, wanting his tongue to also notice just how long it was. He also moved down to take each of his balls in his mouth for a moment, then resumed sucking his cock while massaging them. He also tried to take him deep down his throat a couple of times, but couldn’t make it last long.

“Let’s not neglect you,” Fleamont said after a while, stroking Draco’s hair now whilst he was still sucking him off.

“I don’t feel neglected,” Draco said huskily once he finally took his cock out of his mouth for a second.

“Do you want to come sit?”

“On your face?”

“Mhm.”

“Can’t say no to that,” he mumbled, hurrying over the same way he had hurried over to begin blowing him.

He mounted his face, carefully lowering himself down and adjusting his position a little bit, holding onto the bedframe to support himself. Once he’d found the right position, he felt Fleamont’s tongue on him.

He let his eyelids fall to close and breathed out deeply as Fleamont’s tongue began flicking against his stiff cock.

He was soaking wet. He could feel it now that he wasn’t lying down anymore, but hovering over Fleamont’s face.

Fleamont’s tongue moving down just proved it. He could feel it slide through his wetness, and he could feel him begin licking it up, attentively until it turned greedy. Soon he wasn’t just licking him but it felt like he was slurping his own fluids out of him, as if he were drinking it down.

Once he began tonguefucking his hole, Draco could feel his thighs beginning to tremble.

While he was sure he could reach climax from his tongue by itself if he remained in this position, he was hungry for something else. Something that would be able to get inside of him a lot deeper than his tongue could. And that’s where he wanted to be touched.

He began moving off of Fleamont’s face, staying on top of him as he moved over towards his crotch.

“You like being on top?” Fleamont asked as he wiped his stubbly chin.

“Yeah,” Draco answered shortly, “Is that okay?”

“Certainly.”

“Condom?” he asked just as shortly.

Fleamont simply shook his head, a reassuring smile on his glossy lips.

Draco didn’t verbally respond, instead he just moved down some more, took Fleamont’s dick in his hand and held it as he lowered himself down on it.

He closed his eyes and let his jaw drop as he slid down on it, feeling it push in whilst also noticably pushing into his walls from all sides, its girth forcing them to widen just a tad more. It was a wonderful kind of stretch.

He breathed through slowly getting it inside himself all the way, until he was able to sit down properly.

He was glad he was as wet as he was. He was properly stuffed. It actually felt like pressure inside of him, though in the best possible way.

He opened his eyes back up and locked eyes with Fleamont as he very, very slowly began rolling his hips. The ungodly squelching sound that followed made the both of them laugh.

“God…” Draco breathed as he slowly rode him, starting off with subtle movements only. Just moving up and down on it a little bit was intense enough of a start.

Fleamont hummed and laid his hands on Draco’s thighs, holding them without putting any kind of pressure with his hands.

Draco laid his hands on top of Fleamont’s. His eyes were closed again, focussing on the penetration only.

With it being a hot and sunny day, the windows were open, and so they could hear the people out on the streets, a car go by every now and again, and the birds chirping too. Draco’s deep breathing muted it for himself slightly.

After several minutes of moving his hips in this slow, minimal pace, he began to let Fleamont’s cock slide out further before he moved himself back on it all the way. He began letting his cock fuck him deeper, though still slowly.

This began making the bed springs part of the collective noise in the room.

Their hands still lay on top of each other, something that made what they were doing feel so much more intimate than it would’ve without it.

Draco held onto them when he finally began rolling his hips faster. He was now holding Fleamont’s hands and picking up his pace, beginning to thrust his hips back and forth.

“God…” Draco mumbled - once again - as he swang his hips, rocking the bed with his movements.

“You’re so good at this too,” Fleamont’s comforting voice told him.

“Yeah?” Draco answered whilst opening his eyes.

Fleamont hummed to him, stroking his thumbs over the back of Draco’s hands.

Draco groaned and leaned forward, then moved his arms so he could steady himself as he leaned over fully, though making sure Fleamont’s cock didn’t slip out.

He continued rocking his hips as he carefully put his weight on the other man, kissing his lips while still riding. It was a slightly more challenging position to hold onto, but he managed. He wanted to make out with him whilst they fucked, not having it be one or the other.

He felt Fleamont grab his asscheeks, firmly holding them though only gently squeezing, and he began thrusting upwards into Draco. They sloppily made out and Draco tasted himself on Fleamont’s tongue whilst his thick cock pushed in and out of his willing hole.

Draco froze for a brief moment when he thought he heard the doorbell ring.

“That’s just the neighbors,” Fleamont breathed onto his lips. “Don’t worry.”

“Good,” Draco answered, and he promptly locked their lips back together.

Fleamont’s fingers pushed into his asscheeks more forcefully as he quite literally pumped up the volume, by quite some too.

In a matter of seconds he went from fucking Draco to rapidly, and forcefully, pounding his cock up into Draco.

Draco squeaked and began whimpering, no longer able to hold onto their kissing now. The bed began whining rhythmically, and the sound of Fleamont’s skin smacking against Draco’s each time his balls smacked against his rim and taint became the loudest of all. His hole only began squelching louder, Draco being fairly sure he was actually dripping out rather than just creaming over his cock and sack. He could feel it was messy, and it only added to how good it felt.

Something deep inside of him felt like it was being tickled in a very pleasant way. Fleamont reached it each time he pushed his cock in ballsdeep.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” Draco murmured. At this point he was just laid on top of him as he let Fleamont pound him.

“Good,” Fleamont said, stealing a quick kiss before he wrapped his arms around Draco, holding onto him firmly as he continued his rapid thrusting.

The bed was creaking loudly, almost sounding like it was protesting underneath them.

“Fuck,” Draco said, burying his face in Fleamont’s half-long hair as he felt his orgasm coming up. He could feel it was going to be an intense one.

It was a deep groan from Fleamont that seemed to push him over the edge.

Draco gasped loudly - though he was hardly getting any air in, given that he’d smushed his face down - as the feeling hit him, almost like an explosion inside of his body.

He could feel his breath shuddering as his muscles began gripping Fleamont’s cock and then letting go again, only making him more aware of just how stuffed he was with it.

The only sounds he managed to produce were whines that sounded an equal amount desperate and pathetic, but he couldn’t help it.

He knew Fleamont began to orgasm when he could feel his fingertips push into his back as well as his thrusts getting sloppier.

“Fuck, Draco,” his raspy voice sounded, followed by a groan that was deeper and longer than the first.

Hearing him say his name as he came was just the cherry on top.

Fleamont let out a series of breathy moans whilst he came inside of Draco, Draco feeling his cock throb inside him as well as the warm sensation of his sperm as he released.

He could feel it move around inside as Fleamont sloppily thrust into him a couple more times.

As he slowed down, Draco finally found the strength to turn his head back, sucking in the much needed air. His face and hair were both sticky from the sweat.

Fleamont stopped thrusting and just laid flat with Draco on top of him, still holding him in his arms.

“Are you okay?” Fleamont asked chuckling, wiping some wet strands of Draco’s hair away from his eyes, which he’d hardly even noticed himself.

“I’m great,” Draco panted. “You?”

“Duh.”

“You, uh… You know how to work that thing, I’ll tell you that.”

“Thanks,” Fleamont said, letting out a breathy laugh. “Well, you know how to work it too.”

“It’s hard to fake enthusiasm.”

“Oh, you flatter me,” Fleamont said, carressing Draco’s lower back with his fingers.

“It’s true. You’re hot ánd you’re hung.”

“Please, have you seen yourself? You look ethereal.”

Slightly taken aback by such a compliment, Draco found himself actually blushing. He laughed - or giggled, really - and buried his face once again. “God damnit.”

“Oh, now you’re shy?”

“Well, I didn’t expect you to say that.”

“I’m just stating the truth.”

“Why are you such a smooth talker?” Draco mumbled into the pillow.

“I don’t know. Always have been.”

“Yeah, well,” Draco said, then turned his head back, braving the fact that his cheeks were still a deep red, “Perhaps you should tone it down, otherwise we’ll end up in this same position a week from now.”

“Is that supposed to be a threat?” Fleamont asked him, smirking.

“You’ve got a lot more to lose than I do.”

“I think I’ll manage. Besides… I wouldn’t want to lose out on this either,” said Fleamont, putting his hands back on Draco’s asscheeks and wiggling them.

“Are you saying you want to fuck my ass?” Draco asked as he gave him a look.

“That’s not what I was saying, no, but it also isn’t something I’d say no to.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “You’ve got to stop.”

“Or?”

“Or you’re going to have to get your agenda out sooner rather than later.”

Chapter Text

It was a cloudy afternoon and Draco was tidying up his office on his second day back at Hogwarts after the break. The first day had been fun and easy enough - they’d start the semester off easy to keep everyone in good spirits. On the second day, though slowly, work was going to have to get done, and so Draco was doing just that: getting back to work.

His mind was wandering like it usually did whilst he gathered some papers onto a pile on the corner of his desk, when there was a knock on his door.

“Come in,” he said in the most bubbly tone he could manage. It wasn’t really in his nature.

“Hey, am I interrupting anything?”

Draco stopped in his tracks at the very first word, and promptly looked up.

“Eh… No. No, you’re not,” Draco said. “What, eh… What are you doing here?”

“You don’t sound very happy to see me,” Harry said chuckling as he walked over to Draco, then pulled him into a hug.

Draco hugged him back, trying to just laugh it off.

“I’m just a little surprised,” Draco said with a smile. They let go and looked at each other. “It’s always good to see you. I hope everything is okay, though…?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m okay. You?”

“Pretty good,” Draco said truthfully.

“Good, good.”

“So, ehm, have a seat,” Draco said as he gestured towards the chair that stood front of his desk, sitting down on his own chair behind his desk.

Harry sat down as well. Having him sit where a student would usually be sitting definitely was a bit of an odd sight, but then again, Harry being in Draco’s office was odd enough on its own. Frankly, it was a little unsettling.

Draco looked at Harry with anticipation.

“Ehm…” Harry said, frowning as he seemed to be gathering his thoughts, “I, ehm… Well, look, I don’t want to take up too much of your time, I’m sure you’ve got a lot to do today. I just came to ask you about something.”

“Okay…” said Draco. “Go ahead.”

“There’s a bit of a rumor going around,” Harry said, looking Draco in the eye now.

“A rumor? About…?”

“My dad.”

Draco blinked as he looked back at Harry with a stone expression.

“I see,” he said. “What’s the rumor?”

Harry sighed, fidgeting in his chair a little. Draco noted his every move as he watched him try to find the right words again. He looked around the room for a while as if he’d find them there, then looked back over at Draco.

“Some… People, are saying that he cheated on my mum,” Harry told him. “Now, I think it’s ridiculous, and my friends all think it’s ridiculous, but apparently several people are saying that it’s actually true. So I just wanted to come and ask you if you happen to know anything about it.”

“They’re really saying that?” Draco asked, raising his eyebrows. “That’s quite the accusation.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Harry said as his eyes widened behind his glasses. He crossed his legs and sighed again. “So… What do you know? Have you noticed anything at all?”

“Ehm… Well, not that I know of… I mean… What am I supposed to have noticed, exactly? Did they see him with somebody, or…?”

“No,” Harry said, tugging on the threads at the bottom of his jeans as he looked down at it. “They’re all saying they heard it.”

“Heard it?”

“Yeah,” Harry said monotonously, still keeping his hands busy, “You know… Noises. They’re saying they could hear it from outside the dorms.”

“Then how do they know it’s him?” Draco asked with a frown, as he too watched Harry fidget with the threads.

“They’re saying that they heard a male voice,” Harry said.

“… And he’s the only man in the castle?”

Harry jerked his head up and gave him a look. “Who else is going to be having sex? Snape?”

“Uh, hello!” Draco said with a scowl as he pointed at himself with both of his index fingers.

“Draco, please. You don’t even like anyone here,” Harry said dismissively, turning his attention back to his own hands.

“Yeah, that’s true,” Draco said dryly. “Still, that’s a bit of a bold assumption, I’d say. Maybe Snape was… I don’t know, fucking his pillow. Or maybe it was a woman who just sounds like a man when she gets going.”

Harry looked up again to give him another unimpressed look. “Can you be serious for a moment?”

“I am!” Draco exclaimed. “Harry, I’m just saying that that really isn’t substantial evidence of anything. I wouldn’t panic if I were you.”

“I’m not panicked, I’m just trying to see if there’s any truth to it,” he said as he picked at the threads again. “You would too.”

“Who started this rumor anyway?” Draco asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. He was now keeping an even closer eye on Harry’s body language.

Harry glanced up, only to look away again right after. His answer came out mumbled. “Snape…”

Draco huffed, throwing himself back in his chair. “Oh, come on, Harry…”

“I know, I know… But apparently people are backing it up, so…”

“Who are these people?”

“I don’t know,” Harry said, shrugging. “I really don’t. Supposedly it happened before break. That’s all I know.”

“Hello?”

“Hey, Draco. It’s me.”

“Hey,” Draco said, letting out a giggle at an instant before literally frowning to himself and wondering what on earth was wrong with him. Was that really his instinct? Giggling?

“How are you doing?”

“I’m okay. I’m good. How are you?”

“I’m happy to hear that. I’m good too.”

“Why are you calling me?” Draco asked, holding onto his phone with a slightly nervous kind of glee. His hands were clammy.

“It’s been a few weeks since we spoke. I just wanted to give you a call.”

“Well, we did a little more than speak,” Draco said cheekily. “I do hope us talking isn’t your only memory from that day.”

“Why, because I’m a fossil?”

Draco’s jaw dropped as he gasped. “I did not say that!”

“No, but you implied it.”

“I did not !”

“I know, dear,” Fleamont said chuckling from the other side of the line. “I’m just fucking with you.”

“God, I wish you were,” Draco said as he sat down on the edge of his bed. “I’m seconds away from having to dust off cobwebs. I may need a dustpan next time.”

“It hasn’t been that long, dear.”

“Feels like it,” Draco said as he sat on his bed cross-legged. “I’m assuming you’ve had sex since then. I haven’t.”

He heard Fleamont chuckle softly. “Honestly, Draco, it’s a whole different experience with you.”

“You’re sweet to say that.”

“It’s true.”

Draco smiled to himself. “Well, for what it’s worth… It was really good for me too. It’s kind of unfortunate that I won’t be home any time soon.”

“Actually, I’ve been thinking about that...” said Fleamont. “There may be a way around that.”

“I am all ears.”

“I’m sure you’re familiar with the Three Broomsticks?”

“Yeah- Oh, wait, they have rooms, don’t they?!”

“Precisely.”

“But how would you go about that?” Draco asked, picking at his sheets. “Won’t it be suspicious?”

“If I were to spend the entire night out, it would be. If I just take off for a couple of hours, it won’t.”

“That’s brilliant,” Draco said. He was beaming with excitement, even if he was simply sitting in his dormitory alone. “Well, uhm… What do you say I let you enter through the back door this time around, like we talked about?”

“I say just tell me about your schedule and I’ll book us a room right away, dear.”

Lucky for Draco, the weekend was only two nights away from the day that Fleamont had called, and so on Saturday afternoon he was making his way to Hogsmeade in a rather good mood. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this excited to go see somebody.

Work was going well and all, but the encounter with Harry played on repeat in his mind.

He didn’t want to be found out. He didn’t want to hurt Harry, he didn’t want to hurt Lily, and he surely wouldn’t want to hurt James. And that’s where it had become kind of complicated.

James had invited him over again. And he would, only now he felt like there were a lot of eyes on him. He wasn’t sure if it would make him lose his job but it would surely cost him his reputation, and that was something he just couldn’t be reckless about. It had taken him a lot of effort to get where he was, and he was still picking up the pieces.

He didn’t even know if James was aware of the ‘rumor’. He hadn’t talked to him about it. Honestly, he’d kind of been avoiding him. He needed time to think.

All he knew at this point was that Fleamont felt like a safe space within all this, and so once he opened the door to the Three Broomsticks, he allowed himself to push the chaos out of his mind for a moment.

He snuck upstairs - knowing it was in his best interest to avoid being seen by Rosmerta - and made his way to the room Fleamont had booked and was already inside of, waiting for him.

He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

It opened almost instantly to Fleamont awaiting him with a warm and welcoming smile.

Draco walked in and Fleamont closed the door behind him and locked it, after which Draco simply walked into his arms to let himself be hugged tightly, a gesture he somehow knew was coming. He rested his head on his chest and closed his eyes for a moment, Fleamont gently rubbing his lower back.

“Is everything okay?” Fleamont asked.

“Yeah,” Draco answered, his cheek smushed against Fleamont’s clothed chest. “I’m just happy to be here.”

Fleamont kissed his forehead. “So am I.”

“Sorry,” Draco said as he stepped back. “I don’t mean to be all needy and-“

“Shut up,” Fleamont said chuckling, pulling him right back in and giving him another kiss on the same spot. “Be as needy as you want.”

Draco smiled. He didn’t argue again.

“I took the liberty of drawing us a bath,” Fleamont said as he began stroking Draco’s hair. “I hope you like those.”

“With you in them, sure.”

“Then let’s.”

Draco hung his jacket and followed Fleamont into the bathroom, where he was surprised to see a bunch of candles and a bath full of bubbles.

“What’s with the face?” Fleamont asked as he looked at Draco after just getting out of his shirt.

“No, it’s lovely,” Draco said as he unbuttoned his own shirt, “I’m just… Didn’t you say you only wanted me for a moment…?”

To his surprise, again, Fleamont rolled his eyes.

Draco raised an eyebrow at him.

“Can’t I treat you right in those moments?”

“I… Suppose you can. That is a fair statement.”

“Look,” Fleamont said, putting his hands on Draco’s hips as he stepped close to him, “I have a wife, I’m married, you know that. Right?”

“Right.”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t like you,” Fleamont said with that same, warm smile. “I’m not trying to lead you on. If I ever push your boundaries, just tell me. I just… Thought this would be nice.”

“It is nice,” Draco said, smiling back at him. “I’m not upset that you… You know. I don’t expect us to be life partners. I just don’t… I… I don’t know, I suppose I also don’t want to feel like I’m leading you on.”

“But you’re not,” Fleamont said. “If we both know, we can have what we have, right? That doesn’t mean I just see you as a toy or as some means to an end.”

“You’re sweet,” Draco concluded. “I like you too, you know.”

“So shall we?” Fleamont asked, gesturing over to the bath tub.

Draco nodded, trying not to show too much enthusiasm, and so they undressed together before Fleamont stepped in first, and then guided Draco towards sitting between his legs so that Draco could rest his body against his own and he could put his arms around him from behind.

“This is nice,” Draco said. He closed his eyes and just let his upper body lean in Fleamont’s fully, as if laid in his arms.

The room had a wonderful scent, he wasn’t even sure what it smelled like but he could tell Fleamont had put in a proper effort to set the mood up to the little details.

It was mildly lit, just enough light coming in for them to see properly, but having it be just dim enough to feel romantic and cozy. The candles added to the overall atmosphere, and they too smelled wonderful. The water was the perfect temperature, he’d put some soft music on, and Draco had noticed two towels lying within reach for when they got out. It was perfect.

“I’ve got some water here too, if you’re thirsty,” Fleamont said, softly stroking his thumb over Draco’s lower stomach underneath the water.

Draco smiled. “Thank you. You’re lovely.”

“So are you.”

Draco hummed softly. “I am thirsty for something else, though…”

“Is that so…?” Fleamont asked. His hand moved further down, teasingly moving his fingers over Draco’s crotch just to let him feel where his hand was. “And what would that be?”

“You,” Draco answered as he nuzzled his head against him.

“We can take care of that, dear.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhm… Although I thought of something you might enjoy as an appetizer first.”

“And what would that be?”

He felt Fleamont move his arm, reaching it out to grab something. Draco curiously opened his eyes to see what he was doing.

When Fleamont put his hand back into the water, he noticed he had the shower hose in his hand. The shower head was screwed off.

He watched Fleamont twist the knob to turn on the water, then grab the hose again while his other hand gently pushed Draco’s legs apart.

Draco willingly spread his legs further and closed his eyes again once he felt the warm underwater stream on his cock.

“How’s that?”

“Let’s just say I regret not sleeping with you sooner.”

Fleamont let out a laugh before he gave Draco a kiss on his neck. That was enough of an affirmation for Draco.

The water stimulating him felt wonderful. It was the perfect amount of pressure, and Fleamont moved it around in a way that stimulated him just right. It somewhat reminded him of oral sex, although it felt better than most oral sex he’d had. Fleamont wasn’t necessarily a part of that ‘most’, though.

“A little closer,” Draco mumbled, and Fleamont instantly listened to his wish and brought the end of the hose closer to his dick.

He began kissing Draco’s neck again, though these kisses were a lot wetter, sloppier and abundant. The water brushed up against his dick in small circles, instantly making his muscles work. He could feel himself get stiff quickly, which meant he’d had to be getting wet quickly as well.

“Can I take it for a moment?” Draco asked.

“Of course.”

Draco took the hose from him, holding it with one hand while he used the other one to spread his folds open. He brought it closer and touched himself to feel if he was wet enough, which he concluded he was, and then began inserting it into himself.

The water jet now directly entered his hole, of course some of it instantly making its way out again. It made for an ongoing stream of water rushing out of him into the bath, penetrating him first.

He pushed the hose in a little further and began moving it back and forth a little bit to properly fuck himself with the firm stream.

“See? I wouldn’t even have thought of that,” Fleamont spoke into his ear, making Draco feel his warm breath on his neck. “You’re so clever.”

“I’m just warming myself up for you,” Draco breathed.

“I thought I’d be fucking your ass?”

“You can. I’m just warming myself up to prepare for something bigger inside me.”

“Now that’s music to my ears,” Fleamont told him before he kissed his neck again.

Draco masturbated with the hose for a while, switching between putting it inside and aiming the water on his dick, before eventually deciding he was feeling ready for something else - stopping just before he was about to orgasm with the jet.

They got out of the bath tub, dried themselves off and made their way to the bed, where they began making out. Being naked already meant it didn’t take long for Draco to start grinding on the cock he wanted inside, quickly leaving it shiny from the fluids he was coating it with.

“Let’s get that ass ready,” Fleamont stated huskily before he laid Draco down on his stomach, hardly giving him a moment to get comfortable before he spread his asscheeks open and began lapping at his asshole.

“God…” Draco mumbled as he threw his face into the pillow, feeling Fleamont circle his tongue around his rim. He circled it, licked over and into it, and eventually began pushing his tongue in to begin opening him up.

It wasn’t Draco’s first time at the rodeo and so it didn’t take long for Fleamont to be able to stick his tongue in for as far as he could reach, tonguefucking Draco’s ass.

Draco willingly rolled his hips along to get more stimulation out of it.

“I can’t believe I’m gonna let you fuck my ass on our second time,” Draco said eventually, turning his head on the pillow so he could speak properly.

“How so?”

“Consider it a privilege.”

“Well, I am very flattered, dear,” Fleamont said, pulling back and squeezing both his asscheeks at the same time whilst he’d had them spread apart still. “And very excited. That too.”

“Hmm…” Draco hummed. “I assume you brought lube…?”

“Of course.”

“Then get me ready.”

“A little bossy today, are we?” Fleamont asked, though he reached out to get what Draco assumed was the lube regardless.

“I just want you,” Draco daid as he wiggled his ass for him.

“Trust me, you’ll get me,” Fleamont said as he opened the bottle.

Draco could hear something being squirted out of the bottle before it was put on the bed, and he waited patiently until he felt a cold, coated finger touch his hole.

“Here we go,” Fleamont said with that soothing voice of his.

Draco nodded, and a moment later Fleamont’s finger began pushing in.

Draco moaned deeply, scrunching his eyebrows together. Somehow this felt a lot more intimate than anything they did on their first time hooking up.

He slowly went in, letting Draco take the time he needed to let him rather than forcing him open. It allowed Fleamont’s finger to slowly glide inside until it couldn’t get any further. He then just as slowly began to move it.

“How is that?”

“Wish it was your cock,” Draco just mumbled.

He could hear Fleamont chuckle. “Patience, dear.”

“Hmm…”

Draco did remain patient, letting Fleamont finger him with the single finger for a little while, before Fleamont too was convinced he could take more. Then, he began entering a second finger, pushing in with a little more resistance on Draco’s part, though he still didn’t end up needing that long in the end.

They continued this until Fleamont was penetrating him with three fingers without difficulty, simply being able to slide them in and out of Draco’s open hole.

Fleamont began lubing himself up, and the hairs on Draco’s neck stood up with excitement when he felt the older man began positioning himself on top of him.

Draco moaned when Fleamont’s cockhead simply touched his hole. He was yearning to be filled by it and he wasn’t trying to hide it either.

He received an unexpected little kiss between his shoulderblades before Fleamont’s erection pushed into his hole and began slipping in.

It wasn’t much of a forcing matter at this point. Draco’s rim opened greedily to let the generously sized member slide in, and so it only took a couple of seconds before Fleamont’s sack touched him and his cock had disappeared inside his ass.

With a mutual understanding that didn’t really need words, Fleamont began fucking him. And Draco just let his inhibitions fly out the window and began moaning to his heart’s desire.

He gripped his pillow as he whined out from moderately slow thrusts alone, the delicious pressure stretching his walls apart being enough to make his eyes roll back.

His whines just egged Fleamont on, and it didn’t take long for him to start fucking Draco rapidly, bouncing on his ass while his cock slid in and out of his greedy, slick hole.

Draco’s ass seemed to nearly be sucking him in, and he loved it that way. He wanted him as deep inside as he could get.

Hearing Fleamont announce his orgasm within  what couldn’t have been more than five minutes was beyond disappointing to Draco.

Still, he let him, and his eyes rolled back again when Fleamont aggressively rammed his hips down on him several times in a row, feeling his throbbing cock ejaculate into his asshole.

He savoured the moment, though he couldn’t ignore his disappointment when it was over, and so soon.

“Well,” Fleamont began, Draco vaguely humming in response, “I guess you’ll be having two appetizers.”

“What d’you mean?” Draco asked as he turned his head on his pillow.

“We have quite some time left, don’t we?”

Draco received another kiss between his shoulder blades.

“So you want to go another round?”

“This is hardly what you came here for, dear,” Fleamont said, and he began to slowly pull out. “You deserve another round. And it isn’t exactly a pain to me either.”

Draco snorted, then closed his eyes for a moment when he felt Fleamont’s cock slip out, taking a deep breath as it happened.

“Someday I’ll buy a plug for you,” Fleamont’s voice sounded as he traced Draco’s sphincter with his thumb, “To both keep you ready and to keep this all in.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Why don’t you get on your back so I can use my mouth on you?” Fleamont asked, tracing Draco’s hip bone with his finger tips. “And if you want to, in a bit, we can pick up where we left off.”

Chapter Text

“So, who’s the handsome stranger?”

Draco looked up from packing his briefcase and paused for a moment.

“You don’t recognize him?”

“… No? Where should I recognize him from?”

“That’s Blaise,” Draco said before he resumed packing. “Blaise Zabini. From my year.”

“Zabini?” James asked as he threw his head towards the doorway in an attempt to get a last glance. “Really?”

“Yes,” Draco said shortly.

“I didn’t know you were still in touch.”

“Yes,” Draco repeated. “We are,” he then added.

“I figured you’d cut ties with him, you know.”

“We’re good friends,” said Draco. “There’s no need.”

“I suppose he wouldn’t be helping you out with a demonstration if he was out to hurt anyone,” James concluded with a chuckle. “It was good. You did well today.”

“Thank you,” Draco said. He looked up to give him a little smile. By doing so he caught James casting a quick glance around the now empty classroom.

James walked up to him with a familiar smirk on his lips, of which Draco had an idea where it would lead.

“How do you feel about coming over tonight?” James asked him. “I don’t know about you, but… I would hate for that night to have been a one time thing. I’d love for you to spend the night with me.”

“The whole night?” Draco asked with his eyebrows raised. He closed his bag and turned to James properly. “That’s a generous offer.”

“What do you say?”

Draco looked between his eyes for a moment, then softly sighed. “Honestly, I don’t know, James. That night was lovely, but I’m not sure I want to put myself in that situation again.”

“What’s holding you back?” James asked him. To Draco’s slight surprise, the look on James’ face read as somewhat concerned.

“It’s just…” Draco stopped to sigh again. “I’m not sure if the consequences are worth it. I’m sorry.”

“That’s not your burden to bear, pretty boy,” James told him, giving him a soft stroke over his forearm. “That’s all on me. If anything happens, I’ll take the full blame.”

“I’m just not sure if I want to be complicit,” Draco said without skipping a beat. “Regardless, I can’t have my reputation-“

“If anything happens, I’ll fix that for you,” James said, answering even faster. “I can and I will. I’m not just going to throw you under the bus if anything comes out. I promise.”

Draco sighed through his nostrils as they stared into each others’ eyes.

“I don’t know, James.”

“That’s okay too,” James said. He rubbed his forearm again and winked. “Look, I don’t mean to pressure you. Just know that you have an open invitation with me. You know where to find me.”

“That I do.”

“I have to ask though…” James said, now reaching out his hand to move some of Draco’s long blond hair away from his neck. “I’m assuming you didn’t fall down and bruise your neck in that specific spot.”

“That’s not a question.”

James gave him a look.

“So you know what hickeys look like,” Draco said as he very gently pushed James’ arm down and away from him. “You’re clever.”

“I realize it’s none of my business-“

“It’s not.”

“- But I’m just wondering if it has anything to do with why-“

“It does not.”

“Is it Blaise’s?”

“Why?” Draco asked deadpan. He grabbed his bag, put it on the floor and began tidying the desk. “Are you jealous?”

“No, you’re free to do what you want,” James said as he hopped on a nearby table. “I’m just curious.”

“Okay.”

“You have a type.”

“Now you sound like my father. Or Snape.”

He could hear James snorting. “Please don’t insult me like that.”

Draco chuckled softly, though still tidying.

He had to play along. The hickey wasn’t Blaise’s.

“Are you involved with anyone else?” Draco asked, mostly just to get the attention off of himself. “And don’t be a smartass, I’m not talking about your wife.”

He could hear James snicker. “Well, not currently, but…”

“But…?”

“The exchange thing is coming up.”

Draco glanced at him from the corner of his eye, seeing him swing his legs as he sat on the table.

“With the post-grads? What about it?”

“It’s just… Easy.”

It took a moment for Draco to put two and two together, then he finally looked up at him.

“You bang the exchange students?”

James suggestively shrugged his shoulders with a bit of an awkward look on his face.

“They’re not students anymore, they’re here for job orientation,” James said. “And it’s just for a few weeks.”

“So you never see them again. That actually is clever.”

“It just-…”

“Kind of happens,” Draco said. “I get your vibe.”

“Mhm.”

“But a whole group of new post-grads coming by every year… And you’ve worked here for… What, twenty years? Fifteen years? Something like that? That’s quite the number, professor Potter.”

“It’s not all of them,” James answered unamused. “I’m not that bad.”

“I think your wife would disagree, James.”

“Well, luckily she’ll never find out,” James said rather nonchalantly as he hopped off the table again and stretched out his arms above his head.

Draco watched him stretch, somewhat mentally damning the Wizard robes for preventing him from seeing James’ stomach in this position. It truly was a shame.

Draco took a glance around the room - even if he knew it was empty - before he addressed the elephant in the room at last.

“Did you hear about the rumor?”

“What rumor?” James asked as he let his arms drop back down.

“People heard us.”

James frowned at him, mostly confused looking. “They did?”

“Well, they don’t know it was me. But they heard it coming from your dorm.”

“Who is ‘they’?”

“Well-“

“Was it Snape?” James asked with a dramatic sigh. “Because I could write a book about all the supposed things he’s accused me of. It’s ridiculous at this point.”

Draco doubted his next sentence for a moment.

“Harry told me.”

“What-?”

“Snape started it, but Harry told me,” Draco said as he looked James straight in the eye. “Whatever other rumors he may have started, this is a pretty serious one. People know.”

“What did you tell Harry?”

“Nothing,” Draco said with a shrug of his shoulders. “I’m not going to rat you out either, James. I’m just letting you know what I’ve heard.”

James just nodded at him. “But you work under Snape,” James stated matter-of-factly. “Has he-?”

“Believe it or not, I’m a fairly good liar,” Draco told him. “He doesn’t suspect me, and I discredit it having been you every time. I even came up with an alibi for you at some point.”

“Right. Thank you.”

“But… This is why I say I’m not sure I want to entangle myself deeper into this web. I hope you understand.”

“Hey, you’re free to come over and you’re free to not come over. All I’m saying is that you have an open invitation,” James said, looking Draco up and down as he spoke somewhat subtly, leaving Draco wondering if it was even on purpose. “Permanently, as far as I am concerned.”

But Draco did keep his distance from James. Well, as far as working in the same building and having rooms next to each other would let him.

Besides, he was spending time with Fleamont at least on a biweekly basis now. It ended up being once a week for the most part, which Draco enjoyed. Sometimes they could only manage to meet for an hour or two, but Draco was more than happy to jump at the opportunity regardless. And if they didn’t see each other for more than a week… Well, Fleamont had his ways.

Sitting through dinner with a vibrating plug in his ass that was being remotely controlled had been somewhat challenging, though very much enjoyable.

They’d also masturbated while on the phone with each other - several times now - and neither of them were opposed to sending each other pictures and videos either, so they both were slowly but surely starting to build a little collection. However, sex toys and nude pictures weren’t the only thing Fleamont would get Draco.

“Close your eyes.”

“Alright… What are you doing?”

“Just a little gift from me to you. Go have a look.”

Draco opened his eyes and walked up to the full body mirror next to the door. He stepped in close so he could have a good look at what was around his neck and hanging about halfway over his bare chest. It was a silver necklace, with a pendant of simple yet elegant…

“What is this?” Draco asked as he moved it between his fingers to see the light play with the coloring.

“Black opal,” Fleamont said as he sat down on the edge of the bed, wearing his underwear only. “I thought you might like the look of it. I hope I thought right.”

“You’re buying me diamonds now?” Draco asked snickering, letting the pendant drop back onto his chestbone as he turned around.

“Opal is not a diamond,” Fleamont told him whilst Draco walked up to him. He slid his hands across the sides of Draco’s thighs once he stood in front of him. “At least get it right if you’re going to be an ass about it.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it,” Draco said, pushing Fleamont’s chin up with his finger. He leaned in to give him a kiss on his lips. “I’m just wondering what I did to deserve such a gift. Unless this is your way of… Claiming me, perhaps.”

“Or perhaps I just got it for you because I think pretty boys deserve pretty things. Ever considered that?”

Fleamont traced Draco’s stomach with his finger, from the opal pendant to his bellybutton.

“That’s very sweet. But you know you don’t have to buy me, right?”

“I do know,” Fleamont said. He looked up, pulled Draco close to him and then rested his head on him, his chin to Draco’s stomach as they locked eyes. “Can I both want to just treat you for the hell of it and like  the idea of you wearing something I got for you?”

“I’ll allow it,” Draco said, brushing his thumb over Fleamont’s stubbly cheek. “Thank you. It’s beautiful.”

“Well, it suits you.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Such a flirt.”

“Not just that,” Fleamont said, and Draco flailed his arms about in a moment of panic when he was suddenly lifted off the ground, only for Fleamont to throw him onto the bed on his back and getting on top of him right after.

He pushed himself down on Draco as he kissed him, and the first thing Draco noticed was his hard bulge pressing into his skin.

“So, are you wearing your plug?” Fleamont asked in between kisses.

“Yes, sir. I am all yours.”

“Perhaps I’ll just take what’s mine then. I think I’ve waited long enough.”

“By all means.”

He gave Draco another kiss before he began pulling his boxers off, his own following a moment later. Draco went ahead and laid down on his stomach whilst Fleamont was lubing himself up, very aware of Fleamont now facing his plug.

He took a deep breath to ground himself.

After he heard the bottle of lubricant being put down, he received a gentle kiss on his lower back, and then he felt the pressure on his plug.

Taking deep breaths, he assisted Fleamont by gently helping to push it out, until he was suddenly empty.

He felt Fleamont shift his weight on the bed before he felt his legs next to his own. Fleamont swiftly pulled Draco up, positioning him on all fours with a gentle hand, which then carressed his ass cheeks. Draco arched his back a little further, and as Fleamont’s hand moved to stroke his lower back he could feel his cockhead push into his already prepared hole.

His cock entered him within seconds, and Fleamont began fucking him at an instant.

Draco leaned on his elbows and let his head drop to the bed as he went from nothing to being fucked hard fast enough to give him a mental whiplash. Feeling the necklace swing about while his ass was being fucked like this added another layer to the intensity of the situation. It felt like Fleamont was taking him in more than one way, and evidently Draco was going to let him.

Draco felt Fleamont’s hand slide up his back, twisting his fingers into his hair once it reached his neck and grabbing a fistful of it. He pulled on it to pull Draco’s head back up, keeping a firm grip on it once he had him in the desired position - back on all fours.

“God, what are you doing to me…?” Draco mumbled.

“Not my name, but I’ll take it.”

“Oh, piss off,” Draco said chuckling, Fleamont’s cock digging in and out of him all the while.

Draco’s favourite thing about doing it doggy-style was feeling Fleamont’s balls smack him and being pressed against him with each thrust. Well, with each deep thrust. There was a lot of length that had to get in there.

“You just have the most perfect little ass,” Fleamont said, letting go of Draco’s hair at last so he could spread his cheeks further apart, squeezing both of them too.

“And this is what you do to it?” Draco asked, glancing over his shoulder.

“Damn right. It’s perfect for taking cock too.”

Draco whimpered when he received a hard smack on his right ass cheek, letting his head drop. The pain lingered too, burning up again each time his ass was hit by Fleamont ramming his hips forward.

Draco had some experience with anal sex, mostly with Harry. Only Harry and him had waited a lot longer with getting into anal play once they’d started having sex.

Part of him still couldn’t even believe he was sleeping with Fleamont to begin with, let alone letting him fuck his ass from the get go. Still, he didn’t have a single regret.

He was abruptly pulled out of his thoughts by Fleamont pushing him down onto his stomach and pinning him down with his weight. He put one of his hands on Draco’s neck to push his head down too, effectively helplessly trapping him. He couldn’t get away if he wanted to.

“I didn’t know you could be so rough,” Draco managed to get out with some effort, his face pushed into the mattress for the most part.

“I have my moments.”

Draco hummed, but now that he was lying down, he was being directly fucked into the mattress and them moving on the bed was making twice the noise it had before. He’d have to be louder to be heard.

“I’m intrigued…”

And that was enough green light for Fleamont to let more of that side of him shine through. Fleamont went from fucking him to pounding him with full force, throwing his hips down instead of rolling them. He landed with his full weight on Draco each time, as if Draco’s entire body being underneath Fleamont was irrelevant to the fact that he was fucking a hole. Getting his cock in as far and deep as he could was what mattered, anything else was not significant enough to be considered.

And Draco didn’t move a muscle while his ass was getting aggressively plowed, nor when it was getting cummed into.

Draco could feel Fleamont’s forceful thrusts getting sloppier with the second, though his grip on Draco’s neck got noticeably firmer. Painful, even. But he still let Fleamont dig his fingers into the sensitive skin whilst he growled right into Draco’s ear and pushed his hips up to Draco.

He stopped moving when he begin ejaculating, just pressing his hips down with a consistent force so that his sperm spilled out deep inside of Draco and it would have to go some distance before it got to leave his body. This was a thought that Draco silently enjoyed as well.

Fleamont let out a final groan. Draco could feel his member throb a couple more times, probably letting out the last remaining drops. Then it was just heavy breathing and Fleamont relaxing his body on top of him, as well as finally relieving the pressure on his neck.

“Thank you for lending me your hole to use,” Fleamont told him, panting.

“Thank you for fucking my ass so good.”

Fleamont just chuckled briefly.

“Wait here.”

“… Okay?” Draco said, Fleamont already beginning to get off of him.

Draco opened his eyes when his cock began pulling out and he cast a look over his shoulder.

“First things first,” Fleamont said.

Draco could see him grab the plug from the bed, and Fleamont showed it to him when he noticed him looking.

With Draco’s sphincter still convulsing slightly from having suddenly been emptied, getting it back in again was not much of an issue. His ass seemed rather eager to get something back in there.

Then, Fleamont disappeared into the bathroom. Draco waited for a moment and them put his head on the pillow and nuzzled it in, deciding to wait like he’d been told to. Honestly, the pillows at the Three Broomsticks were rather flat and the pillow cases seemed at the end of their life cycle, but luckily he was only using these beds for sex, not for sleep. It wasn’t much of a resort.

After a minute or two, Fleamont came back out of the bathroom. Draco patiently waited on the bed.

“How are you feeling?” Fleamont asked.

“Good,” Draco said. He had his eyes closed and was just relaxing at this point. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, since I’ll be gone all week next week, I wanted to savour the time we have today.”

Draco curiously opened his eyes, pushed himself up and looked over his shoulder again.

“Are you… Hard again?”

“Yeah, I brought a potion,” Fleamont said chuckling as he got back on the bed. “And I washed up, so if you’re up for it…”

Draco flipped himself over on his back and Fleamont gently got on top of him, slowly laying down on him before giving him a kiss on his lips.

“I just might be.”

Fleamont hummed, smooching him once more before he moved down and left a couple of wet kisses down Draco’s torso before he kissed him just above where he was moving onto.

The moan Draco produced when Fleamont then gave him a big lick was dramatic enough for Fleamont to pull back and just look at him.

Draco found himself looking at the door, though it was nearly on the complete opposite end of the room. He suddenly was having flashbacks to ‘the rumor’.

“Be as loud as you want,” Fleamont said, “I just wasn’t expecting… That.”

“Well, I don’t want anyone to hear me,” Draco said, chuckling a little uncomfortably. “I already get weird looks just from being here, I don’t-“

“So they already know you’re coming here for sex,” Fleamont said. “Might as well.”

“You think so?”

Fleamont rolled his eyes.

“Well, then they definitely shouldn’t hear it because then they’ll know it’s me inside your room. They’ll know.”

“Sweetheart, nobody is gonna know.”

“How can you be so sure?!”

“Do you really think anybody would suspect this, Draco? Come on.”

“You never know.”

“Why are you so paranoid all of a sudden?”

“Hey, I’m not-“

“It’s a genuine question, dear. I’m not making fun of you.”

Draco looked him in his eyes for a moment, Fleamont’s face still being inches away from his crotch.

“I just don’t want to be found out. Maybe we should stop coming here. I don’t want them making the connection.”

“Alright… We’ll figure something out.”

“Yeah?”

“I promise. After today, though.”

“Okay. That sounds good.”

Fleamont smiled at him, and he moved back up to get on top of Draco once again.

He kissed him on his lips, Draco being able to taste a hint of himself from that one lick alone. He put his arms around Fleamont’s neck and the older man laid down on top of him again, with a single roll of his hips being able to find Draco’s entrance.

“Fuck,” Draco said at an instant, feeling his cockhead slip in already.

His walls expanded to let him in, embracing his cock as it slid deeper inside. It seemed like they both stayed quiet to hear the sound it made as it entered too.

And then they began fucking again, the only difference being that one of Draco’s holes had now been fucked and filled up already. And it was going to stay filled up, as Draco was still wearing his plug. Having something in his ass whilst Fleamont fucked him just made it better, as did feeling Fleamont’s load move around inside it with each thrust.

Fleamont’s member dug in and out of him and the cum in his ass moved along with it, deliciously reminding Draco of it being there.

Draco did his best to keep quiet somewhat. It was quite a task given that they’d been having sex for quite a while and Draco’s body was beyond just sensitive at this point. He hadn’t cum yet, and he was beginning to yearn for it.

He tried to cover it up by making out with Fleamont, but even that couldn’t help him hold back all of his moans.

“Is it bad that I like seeing how much you want me…?” Draco mumbled dazedly. “You’re married… And you fuck me like you… Own me. Or want to own me.”

“Maybe I do,” Fleamont told him. “Which is why I’d like it if you stayed plugged today. Keep it where it belongs.”

“As you wish… Sir.”

“I love it too,” Fleamont told him. “And you’re right to notice how much I want you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You’re perfect.”

Draco smiled at that. He was pretty sure that if his cheeks wouldn’t have been rosy already, he’d be blushing.

He kissed Fleamont again, and they resumed having a softer kind of sex for a good ten minutes or so. It was lovely, yet Draco was getting more and more desperate to cum, so he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to take it for much longer.

Luckily, without any change of pace, Fleamont rode himself into orgasm before Draco took any sort of action himself.

“I’m cumming again,” Fleamont breathed as he broke their kiss at last - for just a brief moment until he kissed Draco again whilst he began ejaculating.

It was soft and sweet and it felt somewhat romantic, even. Still, the fact that Fleamont’s big cock was emptying itself inside of Draco got him even hornier and his patience was beginning to run out.

Surprisingly, he didn’t even have to say anything. Fleamont kept his cock inside him until he was finished ejaculating, then began kissing Draco’s neck before moving down to kiss him down his body, pulling out too, until he was facing Draco’s crotch. He began sucking him off immediately.

“Yeah…” Draco whimpered, frantically digging his fingers into the mattress and letting his head drop back.

It was as if his spine caught fire, in the best possible way. His thighs tensed up immediately as did his core muscles, which only sped up the process of Fleamont’s sperm beginning to flow out of his hole.

Feeling it stream out while Fleamont’s mouth was right next to it sucking on him was making him feel lightheaded. And then there was the load still being kept inside his ass…

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” Draco said, nearly choking on his breath as he spoke. “Fuck…”

He gasped for air as it hit him, his legs shaking. Fleamont made sure to gently keep him pushed down so that he couldn’t pull away.

Draco’s ears were ringing and his fingers were hurting from the force he was pushing them down with. He felt his sphincter spasming around the plug, Fleamont’s cum dripping his ass out of his convulsing walls and his dick throbbing between Fleamont’s lips. And Fleamont made sure he stayed put to ride it out all the way.

“Please stop,” Draco hoarsely said eventually.

Fleamont did, releasing him from his mouth, which only caused Draco to be attacked by sudden chills all throughout his body.

Every sensation was overwhelming at this point.

“Sorry,” Draco mumbled, his stomach and chest heaving as he fought for his breath.

“You’re fine, handsome,” Fleamont said.

He raised himself up and laid down next to Draco. He observed him for a moment, tenderly moving some of his hair out of his face for him. Draco was well aware he probably looked a mess, but he didn’t even have it in him to care in the specific moment.

“I’m going to miss you next week,” Fleamont told him.

Draco turned his head to look back into Fleamont’s big brown eyes. Fleamont smiled.

“I’ll miss you too. I hope you don’t-“

“We’ll figure something out, dear. Actually, I’ve got a beach house we can use. If you have any decent apparition skills, it shouldn’t be an issue.”

Draco huffed. “Are you doubting me?”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

“Hm…” Draco said, turning his head back so he could look at the ceiling. “A beach house, huh?”

“Mhm. A private beach, that is.”

Draco turned his head once more. “Really?”

“Really.”

“So we can fuck on the beach?”

“Well, if the weather is nice. We could also take out the boat and do it on the water.”

“You’ve got a boat too?”

“Yeah.”

“Sometimes I forget you’re rich,” Draco said as he scanned the older man’s face.

Fleamont reached out his hand to lift up the opal pendant on Draco’s necklace.

“Sometimes it’s just about priorities,” he said, moving it between his fingers.

Chapter Text

“Do you have a moment?”

“Sure… What’s up?”

James closed the door to Draco’s office behind him and came walking up to his desk.

“Are you free tonight?”

“Yeah,” Draco said, folding his hands over his lap. “Why…?”

He couldn’t help but notice the twinkle in James’ eyes.

“Well, you said that you were worried about getting caught, right? That’s why you didn’t want to do it again?”

“I suppose that’s what it came down to, yes.”

James held his hand out, dangling a single key on a small chain.

“What am I looking at?”

“Hagrid’s gone for a couple days, he left after lunch. He asked me if I wanted to look after his animals so he gave me the key to his hut. No one will hear us, I have to be in there several times a day anyway, all you have to do is just sneak out. But if anyone sees you, I’ll just say you’re helping me out. It’s perfect.”

“Man, you’ve given this a lot of thought, haven’t you?” Draco said somewhat coyly. Then he smirked. “Miss me, don’t you?”

“Come on, it was awesome,” James said with a grin. “I can’t be the only one who feels that way.”

“It was pretty good.”

“Pretty good? That’s all?”

“My bad, am I not stroking your ego enough for your liking?”

“I’d prefer you stroking something else entirely, I’ve got to say.”

“God, what a hole…” Draco said, looking around Hagrid’s… Whatever he considered this.

“It’s not that bad,” James said chuckling.

Draco watched him close the rough looking door and instantly lock it from the inside after.

“Are you joking? It looks like where I imagine my trash ends up.”

James tilted his head in a playful disapprovement of that statement.

“Fine. I’ll be less honest. I’ll try, at least.”

“I didn’t say anything,” James told him.

He gave Draco a smile and then pulled off his shirt effortlessly, exposing his muscular torso.

All of the curtains having been closed deprived the space of some light, but given that the hut wasn’t exactly modern - nor luxurious - a noticeable amount of light still came in, and Draco had to admit that it highlighted James’ muscles beautifully, as well as the happy trail that Draco couldn’t keep his eyes off of.

Draco was feeling like a degenerate again at an instant now. Given that he’d been exclusively sleeping with Fleamont for a while now, that feeling had somewhat subdued, or at least it had become somewhat manageable.

But now, knowing he was about to be with James again, after almost being found out, and after being with Fleamont so much… Those feelings came rushing back all at once.

Draco took a deep breath to collect himself, walking over to James to drop down to his knees in front of him.

He unbuttoned his pants swiftly and a moment later he was dragging his lips across the warm fabric of his boxers, feeling the shape of his member with his mouth. He pressed some slow, soft kisses down on it, vividly being reminded of how all of the Potter men seemed to be the same impressive level of hung.

He breathed in deeply and began pulling James’ underwear down, watching as his growing erection bounced out from it, of course accompanied by his big and heavy balls that looked to Draco liked they called for his assistence.

Draco let James’ boxers drop down and brought his face back to his crotch, dragging his tongue across his sack before kissing it too, and the continuing to trace his shaft with his tongue as well, all the way to where his cockhead was beginning to peek out from his foreskin. He licked the slit, extracting the first proper moan of the day from James.

James’ hands reached down to find Draco’s jaw, and he very gently began leading his cock into his mouth, leaving little room for misinterpretation of what he wanted Draco to start doing.

Draco accepted this gentle but firm request and took him into his mouth, James sighing in relief so deeply that it took Draco somewhat by surprise.

Draco began sucking on his thick cockhead and it didn’t take long for James to be fully erect, which made it all the more fun - and slightly challenging - for Draco to blow him.

“Do you want to lay down on the bed for me?”

“Mhm,” Draco hummed after he’d released him from his mouth. He got up promptly and walked over to Hagrid’s bed, which didn’t exactly look like something he’d want to be touching, but he gave himself a brief mental peptalk before he did it anyway.

“I meant on your back. With your head over the edge,” James said, somehow still sounding warm and kind when Draco knew very well he was implying he wanted to fuck his throat, and probably somewhat roughly at that.

Draco flopped over and did as he was told, hanging his head over the edge of the bed, looking at the room upside down.

He quickly realized James’ big, hard cock moving towards his face like that looked rather ominous. He let it happen still.

“If it’s too much and you want me to stop, just pinch my leg, okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Okay.”

He opened his mouth as James’ cock closed in on him. It slowly but firmly pushed itself in, past the back of his tongue, instantly triggering his gag reflex - which he did his best to control - and into his throat, until Draco had no choice but to breathe through his nose exclusively.

“Ready?”

Draco made a feeble humming sound. It wasn’t exactly easy to produce any noise when your face was stuffed with someone’s giant erection.

His eyes began watering the second James began moving his hips, and he did his best not to squirm or resist. Everything in his body protested against the feeling of his cock excruciatingly slowly moving inside his throat - everything in his body screamed out the obvious fact that it was not something that was supposed to go in there. But he chose to let him.

“God, you’re amazing…” James breathed, smoothly rolling his hips as he gave him deep strokes down his throat, evidently trying to get in as far as he could.

He groaned as he did his best to get in further, to try and get in far enough to press his balls into Draco’s face, and he almost managed before Draco’s gag reflex hit him again and his body audibly protested.

Still, he let James continue.

Draco had no doubt in his mind that James was forcing himself to hold back massively. Even if he was showing little mercy for the fact that Draco was noticeably struggling with deepthroating him, his movements were controlled. He was considerate of the fact that Draco’s throat was a delicate thing. This, Draco concluded, must’ve been a source of frustration. Regardless of how much James seemed to like it.

So, with his nose running at this point and getting somewhat frustrated himself, though likely for different reasons, Draco did one of the only things he could really do from his compromised position, and he began undoing his own pants.

James noticed, got the hint, and after savoring a couple more deep thrusts into Draco’s sensitive throat, he slowly pulled out, got out of any remaining clothing and got onto the bed with Draco.

Draco undressed himself as well, and the second he was done, James pushed him down and got on top of him, pinning his wrists down as he put his weight on him.

Draco’s breath shuddered before James could kiss him, and then James took the pressure off one of his wrists, using this free hand to begin pushing his cockhead into Draco’s entrance. He then entered him whilst he put his hand back on Draco’s wrist.

James kissed him again as he began to fuck him then and there. Every single one of James’ movements screamed blunt and shameless impatience.

He didn’t start off slow, nor careful. He slid in to fuck him, and nothing less. Even the way he kissed Draco felt hungry.

He was still firmly putting weight on Draco’s wrists as they sloppily but roughly made out, and Draco’s pelvis was being thrown down on the bed with every unforgiving thrust of James’.

Draco wasn’t in the position to do much. James had a firm grip on his wrists and had him pinned to the bed using his full weight. Draco considered wrapping his legs around him, but before he had the chance to do so, James used his thighs to push Draco’s legs up further before pushing back down on him again, effectively putting him in a mating press position without having let go of his wrists.

Draco felt like his breath had been taken away for more than one reason. He could do nothing but stare into James’ eyes, which he found nearly feral looking, as he was forcefully pounded into, in a position he had no means of getting out of.

They both threw their heads when they heard a bang, noticing some bottle had fallen from one of the shelves, and had broken when it hit the floor.

It was no surprise, Draco thought, the space looked ancient, and it was packed with all kinds of things that looked just as old as the hut itself. Any vibration seemed to Draco like it could carry the capacity to have the entire thing fall apart.

When he looked back at James, he noticed James had long stopped thinking about the smashed bottle already. He seemed to be focused on one thing only, and blissfully so.

Even if he could hear his heart pounding in his ears, Draco startled when something else hit the floor and broke, but James didn’t flinch. He didn’t look either.

Frankly, Draco was surprised there wasn’t a cloud of dust flying up each time James rammed him down into the prehistoric mattress again, but it was a surprise he was fond of.

“Can I cum in you?” Draco was just about to make out over the violent creaking of the bed.

“You don’t have to keep asking,” Draco breathed.

Draco could hear - and feel - James inhaling sharply as he kissed him in response, only to then startle him once more by cursing unexpectedly loudly, his lips barely moved off of Draco’s.

Draco yelped as James’ hips hurt his own by shoving him into the bed with the most force he had thus far, yelping again when he was startled again as something else fell and broke somewhere in the hut, pinching his eyes shut just to be able to sit it out and let James do what he had to do.

James loudly let out the single most grateful, relieved, cathartic, and also both the loudest and the longest “fuck” he had ever heard in his life, right into his ear.

Draco, at this point, couldn’t help but just laugh.

“Are you okay?” he asked chuckling.

It was ridiculous. He was still completely restrained by James’ weight and the sheer force he was using to keep him positioned like that. He hadn’t done a thing, and he couldn’t if he wanted to. He just lay there like some sort of bruised, cream-filled star-shaped pastry.

“I am good, sweetheart,” James said, slightly mumbling due to having just laid his head down with his face on the pillow as if he’d collapsed with his orgasm. “Jesus Christ…”

Draco snickered and shook his head, James having loosened everything but the grip on his wrists.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” James asked as he turned his head on the pillow without lifting it. The man looked like he’d just ran a marathon.

“A little. But I didn’t mind it.”

“You know you can just tell me to stop, right?” James panted.

“Yeah. I know. I didn’t want to.”

James put in the effort of lifting his head so he could give Draco a very sticky kiss on his cheek.

“So what’s with the desperation, Potter?” Draco asked once James finally took his hands off Draco’s sore wrists.

“Desperation? I beg you pardon?”

Draco stretched out his arm - with some difficulty - to vaguely gestured towards the floor, which was partially covered in several types of shards.

“Trouble in paradise?” Draco asked. “At home?”

“What gives you that idea?” James asked as he furrowed his sweaty brows.

Draco’s pupils moved to look into the room and back.

“Well… This…”

James scoffed. For a second Draco worried he was going to tell him off.

“Is it so hard to believe I wanted you specificially?” he asked as he looked at him. “I had an amazing time that first night. I didn’t want to pressure you, but I hated that we couldn’t do it again. This is amazing. … Don’t you agree?”

It seemed like a genuine question. Draco took a moment to think about what he wanted to answer with, looking into James’ warm brown eyes behind his steamy glasses.

“It is amazing. I just figured you sleep with other people as well, so you have nothing to be frustrated about.”

“Those things have nothing to do with each other,” James said as he pushed himself up, Draco taking the opportunity to look at his deliciously shiny biceps. He looked down at Draco and looked between his eyes. “I’m going to tell you this now, and I’m probably only going to do it once because it’s bad for my ego, but I love being in bed with you. Good sexual chemistry is hard to find, and chemistry like we have even harder. I missed sex with you specifically. I think about it all the time.”

They shared a moment of silence, in which Draco saw a glimpse of vulnerability in James’ eyes that felt somewhat foreign.

“Can you be honest with me?” Draco asked.

James answered after a couple of seconds had passed.

“Yes. About what?”

“Did Hagrid ask you or did you orchestrate this?”

They stared into each other’s eyes for a couple more seconds before Draco could see James’ body language lose its confidence.

James pulled out and got up before Draco had the chance to speak.

“Oh, you big, big fucking wimp,” Draco said smirking as he sat up, James standing with his back towards him, putting his shirt back on. “Seriously? All of this just to bone me again?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” James said as he looked around for his boxers, never turning back to Draco.

“How do you think Hagrid is going to feel when he finds out you sent him away just so you could use his hut to let your boys swim free? Breaking half of his stuff in the process?”

“That’s the part where I blame Snape,” James said, pulling his boxers up and scanning the floor for his pants.

Draco looked at his silhouette in disbelief, scoffing silently.

“Or that you stained these… Sheets, I suppose, with a whole fucking lake of- Jesus Christ, James, were you celibate all this time?!” Draco asked as he looked down at himself, seeing that what was flowing out of him was causing more than just a stain. “Are you looking to repopulate a lost country?”

“Alright, knock it off, because I didn’t hear you say no once,” James said as he pointed at him, using his other hand to awkwardly wiggle himself into his pants.

“Well, I just laid here! You mapped out a whole goddamn master plan to get me in the sack again! And then you blow a load in me that looks like it could father an entire town into existence! What happened to you?!”

James stared at him, visibly tongue tied. Draco just waited. When he saw James getting frustrated again, he couldn’t suppress his smirk any longer.

“You know I’m fucking with you, right?”

“You’re an asshole,” James concluded.

“At least I’m not pretentious,” Draco said smirking.

James somewhat uncomfortably went on to shrug, and Draco chuckled to himself before he got off the bed and walked up to James, where he hugged him around his waist.

James embraced him and Draco rested his head on his shoulder for a moment before looking up, catching James’ warm eyes before giving him a very soft kiss on his lips.

“I think you’re sweet,” Draco concluded. He gave him another kiss. “And I am very flattered. Thank you.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. And you’re right to say that we have amazing sex,” Draco said, then giving him another gentle kiss. “There’s just one thing, though…”

“What?”

“I’ll be goddamned if I let you walk out of here before you’ve gotten me off as well,” Draco said, holding him in his sweet embrace still whilst simultaneously looking him dead in the eye, “I’m afraid I’ve got a problem with that, James.”

“Please,” James chuckled. He looked at Draco before he rolled his eyes. “That’s not how I want to do this either. I kinda like you.”

“Then I suggest you get to it, because I don’t know how many swimmers you brought along today, but I believe there’s another pool forming on the fucking floor underneath me right now.”

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Draco looked over his shoulder one last time before he swiftly opened the door to the hut and slipped inside, closing it behind him and locking it as fast as he could.

“Hey, sexy,” James said, already sitting on the bed in his underwear only.

Draco grinned and began throwing off his robes faster than the speed of light, rushing up to him fully nude right after.

He crawled on top of James and ended up laid on top of him, James having his arms wrapped around him tightly as they made out, and bucking his hips up to grind his growing erection up against Draco. It didn’t take long for him to get fully hard afterwards.

His hands then moved over Draco’s exposed skin, down his back and onto his ass, squeezing his cheeks as he spread them apart, still pushing his hips up into him every so often.

Draco rolled off of him and simply flopped onto his back. James pulled off his now tight boxers and carelessly flung them into the room, getting on top of Draco and then positioning his cock and sliding it into Draco without saying a word. He laid his body down on him and kissed his lips as they began fucking.

Of course, this kiss didn’t last very long. It took less than a minute for them to both start panting as James began to nothing short of drill his cock into Draco.

They had learned from their mistakes by this point, and had moved the bed away from the wall as to stop more stuff from breaking and have less blame to put on Hagrid’s innocent animals. Nevertheless, this did nothing to stop them from slowing their actual sex down.

Draco soon slapped his own hand in front of his mouth as James’ cock dug in and out of his squelching hole, overthrown only by the pathetic sounds of the old, already frail bed.

“Come,” James said as he stopped abruptly. He pulled out, threw himself next to Draco, turned on his side and gently but firmly pushed Draco over onto his side as well so that they were in spooning position. He lifted Draco’s left leg up and used his other hand to help guide his cock back in, then resumed penetrating him.

“Now hold your own leg up,” James commanded him gently.

“Hm…”

Draco did as he was told, and then James put his arm around his waist to reach around him, and began stroking him whilst he sped up his thrusting again, back to fanatically drilling him within the blink of an eye.

The bed springs resumed whining and Draco’s hole resumed squelching with every movement of James’ cock inside of it, and now Draco couldn’t keep himself quiet anymore either.

James’ hand rubbed on his cock whilst James’ cock was rubbing against and into his walls, and he was losing it.

He expected himself to yelp out, or moan at the very least, but all he could manage to do was gasp and whimper before he dug his fingers into his thigh that he was still holding, and began ejaculating.

Then the moans came at last.

“Fuuuuuck…”  he whined, leaving his jaw dropped open as he felt - and heard - the strong, warm jet of fluids rush out of him. He felt it splatter all over his crotch, his lower stomach, his thighs, and of course he felt it begin to create a huge wet spot on the sheets underneath them.

“Fuck,” James said as well, and he promptly managed to pick up his pace even more, causing Draco to whimper once again before he resumed ejaculating and helplessly letting out another uncontrollable stream of his fluids, raining down on the both of them whilst James’ cock kept pumping all the while.

Then James groaned loudly into his ear, and the couple of sloppy, yet aggressive thrusts that followed let Draco know about the warm sensation he would be feeling inside of him seconds later.

James didn’t stop, though. Draco was not done.

After Draco could feel James’ orgasm settling, James picked up his pace again to keep fucking him as long as he could manage, until Draco reached his orgasm too.

Draco let out some ungodly, somewhat confused sounding noise when he nearly choked on his breath as he reached his climax.

He limpy lay in James’ arms as he let James stroke and pound him into and throughout his orgasm, no longer ejaculating but feeling himself throb, convulse and grip on James’ cock all the while.

He noticed the unpleasant feeling of the wet sheets against his skin as well as the fact that he had been holding his breath only when he came back down to earth.

“Breathe,” James told him.

“Yeah,” Draco said, panting now that he’d realized, his head painfully pounding a couple of times.

James slowed down his movements at last and stopped, their bodies sticking against each other for several reasons, though sweat was the most prominent.

He gently removed Draco’s hand from his thigh and guided his leg down to help him relax, squeezing Draco into a tight, sweaty hug, wrapping his body around him and pressing a kiss in his damp hair.

Draco groaned - in the satisfied sort of way. He stretched out his muscles and James softened his embrace to let him, then followed his lead. Then Draco groaned again, and James seemed to recognize the specific sound at this point and pulled Draco back into a tight hug at an instant, before he let out his next groan - a groan of the happy kind again.

Draco nuzzled his head onto the pillow and sighed, letting himself melt into James’ arms.

“I can’t believe this motherfucker is coming back tomorrow.”

James snorted and had to pull away from him for a second as to not start coughing into his neck. When he’d pulled himself back together, he resumed spooning Draco. It did not go unnoticed by Draco that he could move around this much without his cock slipping out.

“Baby, I’m sure we can find a way,” James said chuckling, holding Draco close again in a wonderfully close embrace. “You’re always welcome in my room. You know that.”

“I know,” Draco said. He sighed again, though more softly this time. “I just don’t want us to… You know. It’s nobody’s business.”

“I know, baby. I’ll crack my brain to think of another way. I promise.”

“Don’t think too hard.”

“I’ll try,” James said dryly. His fingertips found Draco’s necklace. “Why do you always wear this?” he asked curiously. “Does it hold some sort of significance?”

“It was a gift,” Draco decided to answer.

“I see,” James said, seeming to decide not to dig for more of an elaboration. He put his hand back on Draco’s stomach and kissed his shoulder, pressing himself up against him even tighter for just a moment. “Maybe I should get you a gift too sometime.”

“Hmm,” Draco hummed. He had a smile on his face and rubbed himself up against James. “Like what?”

He could feel James inhale deeply as he moved his hand back down teasingly, letting a single finger slide over his swollen dick and then down between his sticky folds, stopping where James’ shaft was still buried inside him. He then slowly began moving it back up, circling it around his dick a couple of times, continuing as he spoke.

“Something to remember me by, in moments where we can’t be like this,” James said, pressing a couple of excruciatingly soft and sloppy kisses down onto his sensitive neck. Draco closed his eyes and focused on his breathing. “That can be anything you want, baby. Anything you want.”

“You’ve got to stop,” Draco whined - though with a smile pulling on his lips. “We have to go back inside and I need to eat too, somehow. I’ve got a class. Don’t you?”

“Yeah, but I’ve also got this,” James said, and he very slowly rolled his hips back, and then forward again, the squelching that it created never having sounded more clear. “I like this better.”

“So do I, Casanova, but I need my job.”

James grunted as Draco began trying to wiggle free from his arms, James making an effort to not loosen up even a litte bit.

“Look, I know you’re stronger than me, but I will hex your ass into St Mungo’s before you can say “cream pie”,” Draco said as he looked over his shoulder.

James dramatically sighed and retrieved his arms, allowing the chuckling Draco to get away from him, though not without him whining even more dramatically as his cock inevitably slipped out.

Draco stood up, and unsurprisingly felt an instant stream of cum rain down his leg. He turned to look at the cum stain he’d left on the sheet just now as well, and then at the giant wet spot on which James was still laid partially.

James reached out to get his glasses from the night stand so that he could look at his cum, dripping down both of Draco’s legs now.

“You’re pathetic,” Draco told him, crossing his arms whilst he patiently waited for James to be done with his keen observing.

“I’ll take that if that’s what it takes to be with you,” James said. He grinned at him before he took his glasses off again and sat up, rubbing his sweaty face.

“Is that supposed to be some sort of insult?”

“Hm?” James asked frowning as he threw his head to look at him. “No, it was a joke. Call me what you want, I’m just happy to be here.”

Draco’s expression fell and he pouted as he looked at James’ somewhat comically innocent eyes. James just smiled at him. So Draco couldn’t help but smile back.

“Questions? … Good, please remember to-“ Draco stopped in his tracks and found himself at a loss for words when he suddenly laid eyes on Fleamont, standing in the very back of ‘his’ classroom. “… Uh, remember to finish the- That- The assignment for tomorrow. Thank you,” he said, staring at him all the while. He could see Fleamont just smiling sweetly, catching a wink from him before he walked out, which left Draco with a head full of questions for the rest of the period.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally was able to rush over to his office, and indeed; he found Fleamont patiently waiting there for him.

“What are you doing here?!” Draco nearly hissed as he shut his door. “Look, I’m glad you’re back, but-“

Fleamont stood up from his chair with that familiar patient confidence and met Draco in the middle of the room, smiling all the while. Draco was less amused, visibly so.

“Take that stick out of your ass, would you?” Fleamont said snickering, tenderly tucking a strand of Draco’s whiteblond hair behind his ear as his eyes fell over his face. “I had a meeting with the Headmaster about some potion stuff. I’m not stalking you at your job.”

“Oh,” Draco said, instantly feeling how tense he had indeed been as his muscles relaxed themselves in response to Fleamont’s words - and in response to his voice, probably. “Sorry, then. I didn’t mean to-“

He was interrupted by Fleamont’s lips meeting his own, the older man pulling him close to him by the small of his back.

”You’re so fucking predictable,” Fleamont mumbled into his lips.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“All it takes is a spark, of any sort, really, and you just start bitching,” Fleamont said.

Draco could feel him smile, but he could almost literally hear a record scratch sound in his own head. He stepped away from Fleamont at an instant.

“Excuse me?” Draco said. “Is that how you think of me?”

Fleamont seemed unfazed by his response.

“Answer me.”

“Well, yeah,” Fleamont said shrugging. “But I didn’t say it was bad.”

“Have you lost your hearing in the past week?”

“Let me rephrase,” Fleamont said, with a tad more caution. “It seems like, when you feel a big emotion of any kind, your instinct is to… Lash out a little. You’re a little… Heated, sometimes.”

“So what? Because you’re so perfect?”

That made Fleamont smile again, much to Draco’s annoyance.

“No, dear. “So what?”, you ask - well, nothing. That was it. I never said it bothers me.”

“Then why do you bring it up?” Draco said through clenched teeth.

“Because it’s merely an observation,” said Fleamont. “I like you. I like getting to know you. I just concluded that you get a bit heated, I never said I disliked the heat. Frankly, I’d take it too hot over too cold any day, but I didn’t even actually say it was too hot.”

“God, you yap a lot,” Draco concluded. “I didn’t ask for a whole paragraph. Fine, I can be a little defensive. And you don’t mind. Good. So no need to bring it up, then.”

“Yes!” Fleamont said, in a tone so enthusiastic that it made Draco raise an eyebrow. “I talk a lot. I do. People find it annoying sometimes. Exactly. But it is what it is, it doesn’t keep me up at night.”

“So?”

“So, I yap, and you get defensive,” Fleamont summarized. “I can take some heat, Draco.”

Draco managed to smile a little after he’d registered Fleamont’s words, though he found himself looking down at his shoes.

“I think you’re interesting, and I’ve missed you. I didn’t mean to criticize you. It wasn’t criticism.”

“Yeah?” Draco asked, looking up again cautiously before he dared to properly lift his head.

“Absolutely. Now, do you want your present?”

“You brought me something?”

“Of course, dear,” Fleamont said, and he reached his hand down into the pocket of his suit jacket to pull out a small box.

“You’re not proposing to me, are you?” Draco asked dryly.

They both laughed, then Fleamont shook his head.

“No, but I did get you something to match your necklace,” he said as he reached out the box to Draco.

Draco smiled, stepped forward and took it from him. He carefully popped it open, revealing a beautiful, clear silver band with what he now recognized was a thin row of black opal in its middle.

“Assuming you like it, of course,” Fleamont said.

“It’s beautiful,” Draco said. He closed the box again, hesitated for just a moment and looked up. “I do hope you still don’t see all of this as some sort of transaction.”

Fleamont looked at him for a moment before he responded with words.

“Why do you keep asking me that?”

Draco shrugged. He wasn’t even sure himself.

When he caught Fleamont’s eyes again, Fleamont looked between Draco’s for a moment, as if doing some sort of calculation.

“Are you afraid that I think you’re shallow? That I’m judging you somehow?”

“I… I actually don’t know.”

Fleamont tilted his head, curiously observing him, still.

“… Or is it that you don’t think I actually like you…? Like… A subscription I need to fulfill…?”

“I don’t know,” Draco said, walking up to his desk and putting the box with the ring down on it. “I don’t think I want to talk about this anymore, though.”

“Look, sweetheart,” Fleamont said at an instant as he turned to Draco, “I came here to give you that and because I wanted to see you, but I’ll be honest with you that I did envision us having sex here - if you don’t want to do that, that’s okay. You don’t owe me anything just because I buy you nice things. I’m not trying to buy sex from you, or create some sort of inherent power imbalance. We don’t have to talk about this, just tell me what you want and I’ll act accordingly.”

Draco smiled and turned his head, looking at the other man who stood there in his three-piece suit, his fingers elaborately decorated with rings of his own - none of which looking like they could’ve been cheap, and somehow having undeniable, in-your-face sex appeal even if he was triple Draco’s age. And yet… Yet he was so… Good. Kind. Gentle.

Then, all of a sudden, Fleamont smiled at him again and pointed his finger at him.

“You feel inferior. Undeserving,” Fleamont concluded. “Sorry, I shouldn’t be smiling, I’m just glad I understand it. I’m right, right?”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Draco admitted as it quickly dawned on him too. He scoffed. “I’m desperately trying to rebuild my shit reputation, I’m an apprentice, not even a teacher yet, and I’m your side piece. I’ve got nothing.”

“Yeah, see, my dear, this is what we’re not gonna do,” Fleamont said decidedly. He walked up to Draco, with what seemed like newfound determination, and came to stand next to him. “Answer me this; why the hell would I be buying you expensive jewelry if I just saw you as some sort of slam piece?”

“I don’t know… To keep me quiet, maybe.”

Fleamont gave Draco a look that almost seemed like he’d just insulted his entire ancestry.

“I’m going to need you to listen to me for a second,” he said, his usually gentle looking eyes suddenly looking a lot more stern. “I told you I’m not going to lie to you, so I won’t. It is not difficult for me to get laid, regardless of the fact that I’m married. But you know what? I don’t do it. I’ve never done anything like this. You made me change my mind. And that’s not because you’ve insidiously seduced me, that’s because I’ve been wanting to spread you on a cracker ever since Harry first brought you home. I could eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I’m not trying to bribe you into not ratting me out, I’m not concerned about that. I’m trying to spoil you, because I’m very aware how lucky I am to get to be in this position with you, and I want to make sure I treat you right. Do you hear me?”

Draco found himself just kind of staring into his eyes. A moment of an unfamiliar sort of silence followed.

“I thought I was the cracker,” Draco answered.

They shared a laugh, and Fleamont pulled Draco in for a long, tender kiss, Draco feeling himself just melt into his arms.

“Thank you,” Draco told him as he pulled away, finding himself looking for his eyes again, or maybe still.

“Anytime, my dear,” Fleamont said, looking at him adoringly as he brushed his fingers through Draco’s hair. He then glanced at his watch, sighing softly before looking back at Draco. “I’ve got about ten minutes left. I wish I could stay longer. Beach house next time?”

“Sounds good,” Draco said smiling. “But, uhm…”

He moved in on Fleamont and promptly reached for his crotch, squeezing his soft cock, still difficult to miss.

“Ten minutes might be enough.”

“Sweetheart, I don’t think ten hours would be enough. And I mean that as a compliment,” Fleamont told him, undoing his pants speedily nevertheless. “Take off your pants and hop on your desk.”

“Yes, sir,” Draco said, and he did as he was told. Well, after he put the important items and documents aside first.

Sitting his bare ass down onto his work desk was unusual, to say the least. Being naked from the waist down in his office was too. He felt more exposed than he was used to, more than he usually did in other sexual settings.

Draco held and stroked Fleamont’s heavy member as he closed in on Draco, putting his hand on his jaw before he kissed him.

“You ridiculously gorgeous man…” Fleamont told him softly.

Draco kissed him again just so he wouldn’t see his cheeks turn rosy.

Fleamont’s hand also wandered down, gently stroking Draco as well, until they both - rather quickly - decided they were ready for today’s main event.

Fleamont guided Draco into spreading his legs a little further and positioning him just right for him to be able to smoothly slide his cock in, which is exactly what he did next.

Draco wrapped his arms around Fleamont’s neck, the both of them still dressed from the waist up, and Fleamont had his arms around Draco’s waist to keep him both steady and close to him.

With Draco’s hips positioned at just the right angle, they both looked down to watch Fleamont’s cock enter him, after which they resumed kissing, and the fucking could begin.

As Fleamont’s cock began pumping into him, Draco remembered he had never locked the door, and quickly went to lock it by a turn of his wrist so that they could have sex uninterrupted.

Given that they only had a little over five minutes left at this point, and the fact that Draco wasn’t surprised to have Fleamont speed-fucking him only about thirty seconds in, he quickly second guessed the desk idea, given that he could hear some items moving and rattling already. Not just that; Fleamont slamming up against his desk also wasn’t exactly subtle in sound.

Draco was about to suggest just moving onto his bed instead when he heard Fleamont let out a long, deep moan, followed by him instantly beginning to slow down, thrusting sloppily as Draco could violently feel his erection throbbing inside of him.

He found himself frowning (at no one in particular) whilst he felt Fleamont’s sperm spread inside him, glancing over at the clock on his wall.

“Two minutes,” Draco concluded out loud.

“I’m not even sorry,” Fleamont said hoarsely, slouching his weight against Draco as he let out a deep, raspy sigh and relaxed his body. Draco could feel him throbbing a couple more times afterwards, extracting soft, satisfied moans from Fleamont each time.

Draco chuckled, in slight disbelief, as he rubbed his hand over Fleamont’s back tenderly, prepared to give him the recovery time he needed.

But Fleamont quickly pulled himself back together, and then moved to throw himself down on his knees in front of Draco even faster, stuffing his face into Draco’s crotch before Draco even knew what he was doing.

To his - very pleasant - surprise, he felt Fleamont’s tongue enter his sticky, dripping hole, beginning to swirl around.

“Hm… What the fuck are you doing…?” Draco moaned ecstatically with his eyes closed. His fingers found support twisted into Fleamont’s hair.

Obviously, Fleamont didn’t answer - all Draco could hear was him slurping him empty, giving Draco unmeasured levels of pleasure in the process.

Fleamont then got to his feet and Draco anxiously waited for his guidance. They looked each other in the eyes as Fleamont gently led Draco to open his mouth, tilt his head back, and then stay still as Fleamont slowly began to let a mouthful of sperm drip out of his own mouth and into Draco’s.

He then smiled, his lips glistening, and just as gently pushed Draco’s jaw up to have him close his mouth. He kept his hand on it as he looked him back into his eyes again.

“Swallow, dear,” he whispered.

Draco did. It earned him a sticky kiss on his lips, and when he opened his eyes back up Fleamont was already moving back down onto his knees.

Draco braced himself by leaning on his hands and Fleamont began sucking on him, slipping in two fingers which he used to begin massaging his sweet spot, and making deliciously wet noises as they moved inside of Draco.

Draco let his head drop back again, the air that entered his mouth as he breated shallowly only intensifying the bitter taste that lingered on his tongue, the salt of it burning slightly in his dry throat.

He whined as Fleamont overwhelmed his body with pleasure, feeling like he was everywhere.

He felt himself drip down his taint as Fleamont’s fingers dug inside him in the most pleasant of ways, making him realize he had to be dripping onto his desk. Fleamont’s lips sucked on him perfectly, almost as if he was sucking any tense or uncomfortable feeling right out, and sending him right into orgasm.

A high-pitched moan escaped his lips and he felt his legs violently vibrate as he began to cum, feeling his walls pump on Fleamont’s fingers as if to suck them in further, and throbbing inside his mouth.

Fleamont’s free hand lovingly carressed one of his shaking thighs as he pleasured him through his orgasm, continuing the exact stimulations that got Draco there in the first place all the while.

He only stopped when Draco asked him to - rather hoarsely given that his throat felt like it was catching fire at this point - and then swiftly stood up, a lot more slowly and carefully pulling his fingers out once he was standing, and putting his arms around Draco to support him and making it so that he could sit somewhat comfortably.

“My arms,” Draco said, referring to their soreness.

“Do you want to lie down?”

“Yeah, I-“

Apparently that was enough of an answer, because Fleamont lifted him up and just began carrying him towards his bed in the adjacent room. Draco instinctively put his arms around his neck and wrapped his legs around him, which felt less innocent than it currently was, given how wet he was and given that Fleamont’s cock was also just… Dangling.

Fleamont gently laid Draco on his bed, and helped him get out of his remaining clothes and under the blanket too.

“Do you actually have time to be in bed?” Fleamont asked chuckling as he looked at him.

“I have a free period…” Draco said, then slapping his hand in front of his mouth as a yawn hit him. He looked back at Fleamont afterwards with watery eyes. “… Then one more class. But I have some time.”

“Good.”

Draco’s eyes found Fleamont’s cock, just hanging between his legs now, shiny and coated. He leaned over, reached out for it and then moved in to put it in his mouth, looking up at Fleamont as he attentively sucked it clean.

Fleamont let out a deep breath as he watched him do it.

“I’m late already,” he said decidedly. “You’re going to get me in trouble if you continue doing that.”

“I’m done,” Draco said, guiding it back into hanging position and then wiping his bottom lip with his thumb.

Fleamont scoffed as they held eyecontact.

“Expect my call about the beach house,” he then said. His face returned to its more gentle default as a little smile appeared on his lips, the look in his eyes then softening. “And I will be expecting you to wear that ring. I want to see you wear it.”

Chapter Text

“Mr Malfoy, is everything okay?” sounded a comforting, kind voice, that snapped Draco out of his glaring.

“You know you can just call me Draco,” he answered chuckling. “Haven’t we been over this?”

“Old habits,” Madam Pomfrey said. “My apologies. Well, Draco, is everything okay?”

Draco had been sitting outside by himself, for no particular reason other than to just get some fresh air and get away from the noise inside of the castle. The weather seemed to be getting nicer by the day, and so he’d decided to just have his lunch outside.

He looked up and smiled. “I’m okay, really. Thank you for asking.”

She squeezed his shoulder gently, giving him a smile back, before resuming her walk towards the castle.

He was okay. Truly. He just hadn’t expected the spot where he’d sat down to eat also be on the first row to James’ personal dating show, that cast only him, and about a gazillion foreign post-grad students for him to hit on. No, that was a lie. The worst part was that he’d told the truth when he first told Draco that these things just kind of happened to him. He’d noticed on the day they’d first arrived.

Did James seize the opportunity? Absolutely. Did he seem to make the first move? No. He didn’t need to. That stupid, effortless charm combined with that constant, bright smile had half of them in the palm of his hand without him even trying.

The most annoying part was that James was actually smart enough to keep all of it up simultaneously, with god knows how many of them. They were all enticed, and he kept everything beyond PG-13 levels strictly behind closed doors, so all anybody saw was just him being friendly and charming, maybe a little innocently flirty at best. But that was just who he was. He was nice to everyone, and he was always charming.

So Draco sat there, watching him interact and joke and laugh and have fun with seas of them, not even given a chance to venture a guess about who James actually had his eye on - or who he had already spent a night with.

It wasn’t fair. They got to go back home to whatever country they were from and never face any repercussions were James’ cheating ever brought to light. Draco didn’t have that luxury. He couldn’t afford to just hop into James’ bed whenever he wanted. If anyone found out about them then the effect on his life would be catastrophic. It wasn’t fair.

“Good morning, slut.”

“Uh oh,” James said, cautiously looking up from behind his cup of coffee. “What is it? Are you mad?”

“No.”

“You don’t sound… Not mad.”

“I’m not,” Draco said, aggressively throwing some sugar cubes into his own coffee cup, to which James raised his eyebrows.

“Draco, baby, sweetie, angel… I need you to know one thing about me - I am not good at this. If you’re mad at me, I’m begging you to just tell me.”

“I’m not mad!” Draco exclaimed, his back to James as he now aggressively stirred his coffee. “I’m just… I’m just fucking annoyed.”

“What’s the difference?”

“That I’m not mad!”

“Okay… So why are you annoyed? What did I do?”

“It’s not about you!” Draco barked, throwing his body around so hard that half of the coffee flew from the cup in his hand and hit the ground, which the two of them comically just watched happen. Draco closed his eyes and took the deepest breath he could manage. “I swear to god…”

James chuckled and took out his wand, quickly cleaning it up for him.

“Thank you,” Draco mumbled as he began refilling his cup again.

“So, baby, what’s wrong? Seriously?”

“I hate that I can’t do all that,” Draco said. “It’s not fair.”

“Can’t do what? What are you talking about?”

He turned back around again, a little more carefully this time around, and put his cup on the table before he resumed aggressively speaking.

He vaguely - yet somewhat violently - gestured at James.

“You and all those fucking people! They just walk in here with their fancy degrees, and then they walk right into your room, and you plow them, and that’s that. I can’t do that! We have to send people away to even have a place!”

James squinted at him slightly. “I can’t tell if you’re jealous or if it’s something else.”

“I’m not jealous! No! Not like that! I’m…” He looked around the room as he tried to find the right word. “I’m envious,” he concluded as he looked back at James, who was still sporting his bedhead. “I want what they have. I want to have that freedom. With you.”

“Oooh,” said James, placing his cup on the table and brushing his hands through his abundant, untamed curls. “That makes more sense, actually. And honestly, I feel the same way.”

“You do?” Draco asked somewhat hesitantly. He took out a chair and sat next to James.

“Yeah,” James said, “New people are fun and all, but… What we have is pretty fucking good. I wish there weren’t so many obstacles.”

“So you haven’t forgotten about me?” Draco asked - only half-jokingly, really.

“Baby, I don’t see how I could ever forget you,” he answered smiling. “You’re like… You look like a prince from some fantastical, wildly erotic… Elven land, or something like that,” he said as his eyes moved over Draco’s face. “And you’re pretty fucking fun to be around too. You know I like you.”

Draco looked at him for a couple of seconds with a stonecold face, before he cursed and looked away, noticing he couldn’t stop his cheeks from flushing.

“Oh, aren’t you the cutest?” James said, leaning in to give him a kiss on his lips before he promptly pulled away when they could hear something in the hall, just behind the open doorway. It caused them both to snap back to reality. “Speaking of, uhm, obstacles… I mean, not to talk shit about my wife or anything, but… Well, it’s a bit awkward.”

He pulled something from his robes and handed it to Draco. It was a sealed envelope.

“She wanted to give you a birthday gift,” James said with an awkward smile. “It’s a card and some cash, and she wants to take you out to dinner. You know… With all of us.”

“Oh, dear.”

“Yep.”

“Who exactly is “all of us”?”

“Well, her, me, Harry. Possibly my parents- What?”

Draco had stopped blinking at this point and was just staring at him.

“Nothing,” he quickly said, putting the envelope in his pocket. “I’ll open it later. Thank you. That’s really sweet of her.”

“Look, if it’s too weird, don’t feel obligated,” James told him, stroking Draco’s forearm with his thumb. “It’s not your problem to deal with. It is completely up to you if you want to put yourself in that position, and I’m more than willing to come up with some sort of excuse to cover for you. You’re free to decline. I promise.”

“I think I might have to,” Draco said. “I don’t know how- I can’t see that going well.”

“Then don’t worry about it, baby,” James told him, speaking softly, before leaning in to tenderly kiss his lips. James hummed into them. “God, I’m so easy for you. I might need to get it checked out.”

Draco’s eyes shot open, and he pulled back at an instant.

“The hospital wing!”

An instant grin appeared on James’ face. “You’re brilliant. She’s not there during lunch and dinner.”

“It has to be empty though,” Draco said, pursing his lips.

As Draco’s mind raced, trying to think about how to go about all of this, he saw James’ eyes light up as if there were sudden stars in them.

“What?”

“I know where we can go.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. But… Give me some time. Well… Give me until your birthday. We can go then.”

“What…? Are you having fun?”

“Your hair is different than Harry’s,” Draco concluded as he gently tugged on Fleamont’s confusingly thight curls, strand by strand. “And it’s even longer when I pull on it.”

“It is.”

“And it’s not even-“ Draco frowned. “Where does the water go?”

Fleamont just chuckled as he observed Draco’s expressions, lying face to face with him on the silent, desolate small beach where Fleamont’s beach house stood.

“This is annoying, isn’t it?” Draco said as he quickly retrieved his arm. “Sorry.”

“You can annoy me any day, dear.”

The subtle, but somehow wildly seductive winked that followed had Draco looking away with a breathy laugh.

Fleamont breathed in deeply as he carressed Draco’s arm with his fingertips, his eyes moving down his nude body whilst his fingertips moved down too. He let his hand rest on Draco’s hip, and Draco could feel him looking at his face again. He shyly looked back up to meet his eyes.

“What do you say about letting me get some lunch?” Fleamont said.

“Here?”

“Why not?” he said. “No one comes here.”

“I feel so… Exposed,” Draco said as he went to lie on his back, looking around at the sand that was all around them, with indeed no other person present within sight. Fleamont owned this part of the beach too, so no one even had a reason to come close. There was nothing but them and the sea.

“Is that a bad thing?” Fleamont asked him.

Draco could see his eyes through his shades. “I guess not.”

Fleamont smiled and leaned in for a kiss, then he pushed himself up off the sand, brushing some of it off his arm and side, and moving to sit on his knees in front of Draco, who watched him pull his hair back and tightly wrap a hair tie around it of which he admired its strength with a silent fascination.

“What is it now?” Fleamont asked smirking.

“I’m just enjoying the view,” said Draco. He pushed himself up on his elbows to move around a bit to get into a more comfortable position. “Should we have brought towels? Should we get one? I feel like I have half the beach up in my ass.”

“Do you want one? Or shall I just eat your ass later, after we go back into the water?”

Draco pursed his lips. “Not a bad point… That can wait, I guess. Alright, then.”

Draco got himself more comfortable, naked on the sand and currently in the full sun, given that the weather was warm enough to swim, but the sun wasn’t scorching hot and bright. They’d just gotten out of the water, skinny dipping for the first time in Draco’s life, and just decided to lay down in the middle of the beach for a moment. Just because they could.

Fleamont took off his shades and threw them next to Draco. Draco opened his legs for him and Fleamont lay down between them, face to face with his crotch. Fleamont chuckled briefly before he wiped a tiny bit of sand off, then he spread Draco’s folds with his ringed thumbs and looked up into his eyes as he gave a big, slow lick between them, spreading them open further and feeling all of him with his tongue.

Fleamont hooked his arms around Draco’s thighs, not with force but just to hold them, and he closed his eyes as he began licking his dick with gentle, almost tender movements of his tongue.

Draco moaned and caught himself instinctively reach out for Fleamont’s hands, putting his own hands on top of them and squeezing softly.

Fleamont locked their fingers whilst he slowly licked him up and down, almost making Draco feel like he was savouring his taste and reconnecting with his shape by use of his tongue.

Draco could faintly make out the sound of Fleamont’s saliva being spread on him with each lick over the sound of the gentle ocean waves touching shore.

He felt very exposed, like he’d predicted. But Fleamont might have been right - it didn’t feel like a bad thing. It felt very… Relaxing, in an odd way, to have Fleamont touch him out in the open air. He didn’t have to hide. There was nothing to hide, and no one to hide it from. The world watched, the open world watched, or so it felt - and it just let them.

Draco’s breathing was surprisingly relaxed, he was even pushing his hips up just a little bit to get deeper into Fleamont’s mouth, which Fleamont audibly approved of.

Fleamont’s tongue slid into his hole not too long after, tonguefucking him with Draco approvingly moving his hips along in gentle motions.

It felt wonderful, and it’d be easy to reach climax like this if it weren’t for one small problem: the sun beginning to feel very hot very fast like this after all.

“What is it, dear?” Fleamont asked after a moment.

“Hm?” Draco hummed whilst lifting his head.

“I feel like I’m losing you a little bit,” he said, putting his hands on top of Draco’s. “What’s up?”

“Nothing, I’m just hot,” Draco chuckled.

“Tell me about it.”

Draco rolled his eyes, Fleamont laughing before he pushed himself up onto his knees, Draco’s eyes immediately landing on something rather hard to miss. And then on the sand Fleamont had just been lying down on.

Fleamont rushed to effectively wipe away his dick print from the sand before Draco could see it, leaving Draco scowling at him whilst Fleamont grinned.

“Come on, snowflake,” he said, standing up and then reaching his hand out to Draco.

“Snowflake? Really?”

Draco took his hand and let himself be pulled up more than he put in any effort himself.

“Didn’t say it was a bad thing,” Fleamont said with a smirk. He then scanned Draco’s face. “I can see some of a porcelain doll in you as well. Do you like that better?”

Draco just huffed and looked away, though he knew his cheeks flushing pink would not help his case.

“Or maybe a raspberry when you-“

“Okay, I get your point.”

Fleamont made a very annoying kiss-y sound as he turned Draco’s head back towards him enough to forcefully kiss his cheek, which did not make his blushing go away any faster.

“The ring looks beautiful on you, by the way,” Fleamont then said as he intertwined his fingers with Draco’s. “Though that shouldn’t surprise me.”

Draco breathed in deeply, feeling his nostrils flare out as he looked back at Fleamont at last.

“Let’s just go inside,” he said, him scanning Fleamont’s face now, with a rush of many, many feelings all throughout his body.

And so they went in, where the airconditioning, a much needed glass of water, and the quick shower they took together quickly cooled Draco back down.

Fleamont then led Draco into the beach house’s master bedroom, where he was a little taken aback by the fact that there were several pictures, some moving, of Fleamont and Euphemia together. They were some on the wall and then one on each night stand.

Fleamont, however, seemed to not only not care, but not even consciously notice them.

He made the bed with sheets he thought Draco would like with a simple flick of his wand, and then he rushed out of the room, leaving Draco feeling rather stared at by Euphemia’s eyes surrounding him.

Fleamont came walking back in with a huge smile on his face and…

“It’s rope for the boat,” he said, holding god knows how long of a rope it was in his hands. “Do you want to use it? I have a sleeping mask here too if you want it.”

“I can’t say I’m not intrigued.”

And so he ended up in a starfish-like position quickly, each of his limbs tied to a corner of the bedframe, and a sleeping mask covering his eyes.

“Are you comfortable?”

“Yes, sir.”

“God, you are gorgeous,” he heard Fleamont say. “I don’t think I want to wait any longer, honestly.”

“Slide right in.”

Fleamont snorted, and began getting on the bed right after.

Draco, of course, was naked, except for the rope tied around his ankles and wrists. However, the only other things he had on his body were Fleamont’s necklace and ring, and being aware of that fact pulled Draco even deeper into the moment.

Fleamont sat in front of Draco on his knees, and Draco could feel him put one of his hands on his thigh.

“Ready?”

“Mhm.”

Then, with Draco unable to move if he wanted to, Fleamont’s big cockhead began pushing into him, steadily stretching him open further with every inch that entered him.

“Oh, fuck,” Draco moaned loudly as Fleamont filled him up, forcing his walls to expand further ever so gently - the pressure inside him was welcomed, not resisted.

Fleamont took his time entering him, but once Draco had adjusted to his size, that patience went out the window.

Fleamont began giving him long, deep strokes, the second he seemed to be sure that Draco was good to go. And he was; Fleamont could slide all the way out and back in without any difficulty.

Once he had confirmed to himself that Draco was taking this with ease, he increased the speed of his strokes. He wasn’t met with any resistance, still. Draco’s body welcomed each and every inch.

“Fuck, I don’t want to cum yet,” Fleamont said chuckling as he came to a halt, then sighing.

Draco couldn’t help but laugh too. It couldn’t have been more than five minutes.

Fleamont began pulling out, which felt somewhat disappointing, though he was curious about what would follow.

The sound of some sort of metal on the wood of the night stand, which he quickly realized had to be Fleamont’s rings, gave him an idea.

He felt two fingers begin to push in, arching up against his sweet spot, and beginning to stimulate it gently. He used his other hand to stimulate him on the outside. Draco hummed contently and nuzzled his head onto his pillow.

“I think you can take a lot more than two fingers, though.”

“Try me.”

Fleamont entered a third finger - with ease - and went on to push a fourth in as well. Draco felt a little bit more pressure on his walls, but he opened up to let it go in without resistance.

“That’s my boy.”

Being blindfolded somewhat helped with how vulnerable and shy he felt as his cheeks burned up again, and he decided not to make a big deal of it.

Four fingers penetrating him felt intense but wonderful. He felt his muscles move along with them almost rhythmically.

“Would you… Want to try a whole fist?”

“Have you ever done that before?”

“No.”

“Me neither.”

“You don’t have to, dear, I’m just-“

“I know,” Draco said smiling. “It’s okay. We can try.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mhm. Just go slowly.”

“Of course, dear.”

The hand that was stroking him moved away for a moment, and he could hear the sound of a drawer opening.

“This will be cold,” Fleamont warned before the cold lubricant touched him, before being spread out a little. He heard the bottle being put on the night stand, and then Fleamont resumed stroking him.

“Here we go, love. Deep breaths.”

Draco did as he was told, and after a couple more moments of having Fleamont’s four fingers penetrating him, he very, very slowly began to push in his thumb as well.

Draco’s breath shuddered as he felt it stretch him open.

His walls spasmed around his hand for a moment, throbbing around it. He felt it in his entire stomach.

But it actually went in - his walls expanded yet again, and after the initial surprise of the unfamiliar feeling, they peacefully widened to allow the rest of Fleamont’s hand to move inside of him.

“Fuck, that is a lot,” Draco breathed. Now that it was in, deep and steady breaths took a bit more effort. With each breath, he was confronted with how stuffed he was, and how much (lovely, but intense) pressure he felt inside.

“Is it okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, love. Is it okay if I move it? Or do you need a minute?”

“It’s okay,” Draco said, breathily still.

Fleamont, inside of Draco up to his wrist, very slowly began to pull his hand back, and the sound it produced had Draco burst out in uncomfortable laughter.

“Fucking hell…”

“… What? Are you embarrassed?”

Draco first let out a soft gasp, then had to fight against his instinct to hold his breath for a moment when he felt himself convulse again as Fleamont’s hand moved out further.

“Well, yeah,” he then said.

The slow pulling out of his hand kept both sending him into abrupt, spasmic convulsions and knocking the breath out of him as well as making sounds that made him want to vanish into thin air.

“Draco,” Fleamont said calmly, “I have my entire fist inside of you, my dick was inside of you before that, so you were already wet, and I just slathered on a bunch of lube both onto you and onto my hand directly. Yeah, all of that moisture is going to make noise as I move around in it. That’s normal, sweetheart.”

“Still,” Draco mumbled.

“Do you want me to move it back in?”

“I don’t know.”

“Hey,” Fleamont said softly. He leaned in and gently turned Draco’s face towards him, his index finger and thumb on his chin. Draco then felt his lips on his own. “We don’t have to do anything, okay? If you want to stop, we stop. But I need you to know that these wet noises only make me want to get back inside you so I can blow my load there. It’s sexy as hell and it’s music to my ears. Okay?”

“Really…?”

“Sweetheart, do I sound unsure?”

“No…”

“Then believe me,” Fleamont said. “Half the time, I still can hardly even believe I’m lucky enough to get to do any of this with you. I feel privileged. You’re amazing and I’ve never seen a more gorgeous man in my life. I want to get as much squelching out of you as I can.”

This time Draco knew that the way his cheeks flushed wouldn’t make them turn a cute pink, but would turn his entire face red.

“Really…?”

“My dear, why would I lie to you? I’m serious. You absolutely are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, and I am honoured to be in this position. And you know I’ve lived among the dinosaurs, so I hope you take those words to mean something.”

Draco snorted, though it instantly reminded him again of how much was inside of him, causing instant shortness of breath in response.

“Easy,” Fleamont said sweetly, brushing the fingertips of his free hand over his thigh.

“Mhm… You can try.”

He decided to put his trust in Fleamont, and to do his best to put his feelings of shame aside.

It took a couple of minutes before he actually felt comfortable, and what helped is actually noticing that Fleamont enjoyed the sounds he produced, and the intense reactions of his body in general. Once it became hard to ignore and he was sure it was more than just words, he began able to relax himself more.

And that finally led to Fleamont being able to have more freedom with his movements, and for Draco to have an easier time taking his fist as well.

He went on from slowly moving his hand in and outside bit by bit to actually forming a fist, and to move it in a way that felt like fucking, not just… Presence. He was moving faster, now just fucking him with his fist, and as noisy and messy as it was, they evidently now both began to enjoy it.

Draco yelped when he suddenly felt Fleamont’s tongue on him, and that yelp was accompanied by an equally surprising and short-lived rush of his fluids shooting out.

“Oh my god,” Draco whimpered, feeling himself shake within his restraints.

He was helpless to stop the rapid onset of an orgasm that felt somewhat intimidating intensity, given that Fleamont was stretching him out in a way he didn’t even know he was capable of. There wasn’t a nerve inside of him that was untouched, and so it felt like his entire pelvic area began gripping on Fleamont’s fist as it hit him. Fleamont’s fist was right there where it originated.

He made a hopeless attempt to squirm around within the tight knots around his limbs, out of pure instinct, but he couldn’t move an inch.

He could do nothing but just cry out as his muscles began to squeeze Fleamont’s fist, which continued to fuck him deeply regardless.

Feeling Fleamont being wrist-deep inside him whilst he orgasmed was all he could think of and all that he could focus on. He contracted around his entire hand and wrist, creaming all over him all the while, from as deep as Fleamont could get it in.

It drove him crazy to just think about. To feel his wrist at his entrance gave him feelings he had never felt before.

After an orgasm that may have been the longest one he had ever experienced, he quickly noticed that he was drenched in sweat, his throat was burning, and that his muscles ached. He was exhausted.

Fleamont took his time with taking his hand out again, though even so it felt too overwhelming for Draco’s liking at this point.

His chest heaved and his head was pounding by the time Fleamont finally had it out. He wanted to sleep.

Fleamont reached out to remove Draco’s mask, but Draco instinctively groaned in protest.

“Just a moment.”

“Alright, love.”

Fleamont used his wand to untie Draco and went to lay down next to him, taking Draco in his arms and pulling the blanket over them.

“Are you okay?” Fleamont asked him softly, stroking his bicep and holding him close.

“Mhm. Just… Tired.”

“Do you want to sleep?”

“Do you mind…?”

“Of course not.”

“Hm…” Draco turned his head, and then turned in his arms to be able to find his lips, intertwining their legs in the process. He kissed him softly, and felt Fleamont stroke his hair.

Though sleepily, Draco found himself turning the kiss into a french kiss, and they began making out whilst holding each other.

Fleamont didn’t instigate anything further, he just reciprocated the kiss whilst still stroking over Draco’s damp hair.

Draco had no idea how long they kissed for, but it had to be a significant amount of time. Eventually he pulled himself on top of Fleamont, never breaking the kiss, and managed to not even need to use his hands to have Fleamont’s cock begin to slide inside.

They sloppily continued kissing, Draco never even having taken the mask off because he didn’t need to. He rode him with smooth, almost fluid rolls of his hips, rubbing himself onto him in the process, which gave him all the stimulation he could possibly ask for.

This sex was slow, sensual, the strokes were deep and the kissing never stopped.

Fleamont’s hands were on Draco’s lower back, doing nothing but tenderly carress him with his fingers.

Draco managed to ride himself into a second orgasm without ever increasing his speed, soft whimpers being the only sound he made, still not wanting to leave Fleamont’s lips.

Fleamont’s orgasm happened a couple of minutes later in the exact same way, just letting it happen steadily. He softly moaned into Draco’s lips as he ejaculated, Draco riding him until he’d emptied himself inside, then just a little while longer.

He lifted and moved his hips until Fleamont’s cock slid out, but he didn’t get off of him.

He resumed making out with him, playfully touching their crotches together and rubbing over Fleamont without penetration, letting himself feel Fleamont whilst his sperm began dripping out.

“So, uhm… Do you have any plans for the summer vacation?”

“Nothing major. Why do you ask?”

“What do you say we make this a daily thing?”

This is when Draco pushed up the mask at last so his eyes could pop out.

“Daily? Here?”

“Not necessarily here, just daily,” Fleamont said as he looked him in his eyes. “I can just say I’m going to work out for an hour each day. We could even have a set time.”

Draco couldn’t suppress his grin.

“I do just have an apartment. You could apparate inside.”

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Draco squirmed around yet again, trying to keep his back from involuntarily arching up too much to the point of inconvenience.

It was difficult.

Draco had occasionally been glancing at his watch - not because he was bored, but because he couldn’t believe James had been between his legs for the amount of time that he had. They were nearing the hour mark, and it didn’t even feel like he was getting tired.

James’ tongue had been all over him, both outside and inside of him, and he was currently suckling on him, his beyond swollen dick between his lips as he could feel himself drip every now and again.

James then subtly began sucking on him with just slightly more force, and Draco could quickly feel himself begin being pumped into his third orgasm.

He cried out, but stayed put, and he once again felt all of the sensations he was feeling in his body focus itself in his crotch as if a wonderful sort of lightning struck him there.

James’ arms were hooked around his thighs and made sure to prevent him from accidentally getting away.

And so he began to throb between his lips, his entire pelvic area spasming in a steady, yet slightly overwhelming rhythm, orgasming in James’ mouth once again.

“God, you’re good…”

“Well, you motivate me,” James said, looking up at him. “Besides, you taste nice. And it’s not the whipped cream.”

Draco looked across the mattress, at the slightly defiled birthday cake and the whipped cream that was supposed to go on top of it, but had come to serve another purpose as well.

“You’ve got some in your beard, you miscreant,” Draco said as he reached to James’ chin, to which James responded by pushing himself up and then towards Draco, laying down on top of him. Draco then wiped it off him with his thumb and chuckled. He licked it off before he put it back, stroking his cheek.

“So, how can I take care of you?” Draco asked.

“Should be easy. I’d appreciate a place to… Release. I doubt it’ll take long.”

“About time you take those damned boxers off, then.”

James let out a laugh, giving Draco a kiss, and he then rolled off him for just a second to take them off and kick them away, getting right back on top of Draco afterwards.

He laid down on him and put his weight on him, and positioning his legs between Draco’s led to him sliding the tip of his cock in with ease, not needing to use his hands to find Draco’s opened, slick hole.

There were only seconds between James being back on top of him and his cockhead steadily entering Draco, knowing exactly where to go.

There was no difficulty getting it in all the way, and they kissed as James began fucking him without skipping a beat.

Draco put his arms around James, and quickly noticed something curious underneath his fingertips; scratches, that he knew weren’t his.

They kissed sloppily, Draco tasting himself, the whipped cream, and the cake frosting all at once. James was giving him deep thrusts, moving his hips almost fluidly.

And just as quickly as they’d started, James reached his climax.

He broke the kiss only to be able to pant as he brought himself to orgasm, his lips hardly having moved off of Draco’s as he came.

He began releasing inside of him, and kept up his thrusting until he finished ejaculating, Draco feeling his heavy breathing on his lips all the while.

“That really was just a deposit, wasn’t it?”

“Piss off, you’re sexy,” James chuckled, before giving Draco a kiss on his nose.

“I’m surprised you’ve got stuff left after all of your adventures,” Draco said as he moved his fingertips over James’ clawed up back, tracing the long scratches on his skin.

James snickered and looked away for a moment. “Yeah, well, what about you and your mysterious emergency, your jewelry, your Blaise? Am I supposed to believe I’m the only person you bang?”

“I never said that. And I never said I minded it either. I’m just acknowledging the fact that you’re a little slutty,” said Draco, before pecking his lips.

“Yeah, well, I can’t be for the entire summer period, so I’m seizing.”

“Or what? You’d burst at the seams?”

“A little.”

“Poor thing,” said Draco, James snickering and rolling his eyes in response. “Well, I’ve got to say, this was a nice birthday gift. You’ve really managed to make something out of this… Whatever it is.”

“I used to come here a lot when I was still in school,” James said as he turned his head slightly to cast a look across the room. “Nobody uses it now, really. And I’ve protected it, so nobody else can.”

“I don’t know how you managed to get all of this in here,” Draco said, also glancing across the space for a moment; at the mattress they were on, first and foremost, the pillows, blankets and sheets, the fairy lights, a table, the bottles of water, the snacks, the body wipes, the lube. “But it’s properly cozy.”

“Well, I know a couple of lesser known ways to get here, so it was less difficult than you’d imagine. But I can’t tell you too much about-“

“I know.”

“… What?”

“Lupin. The werewolf thing. That’s why you came here, right?”

“… How do you-“

“Because if I had my mother’s last name, my last name would be Black, and your best friend is neither known for shutting up or being subtle. Neither is your son, by the way.”

James blankly looked at him for a couple of seconds.

“Huh. Well, fair enough.”

“Not that you are any sort of… That, but I’ve got to give you credit for keeping that secret.”

James gave him a slightly unamused look for a moment, until Draco realized the irony in his own words. This time around, Draco blankly looked at him for a couple of seconds.

James then snorted, smirked and pecked his lips before he started getting off of him, carefully pulling out before he got to his feet and started walking towards the table, pulling out a small box Draco hadn’t noticed before.

“What’s that?” he asked as he sat up.

James sighed as he came sitting down on the edge of the mattress, Draco leaning in to see what was in his hands, before James turned to him.

“It’s your present. Happy birthday.”

Draco stared at him for a moment.

“This was not my present?”

“No. Well, not all of it. Here, open it.”

Draco took the rectangle shaped box in his hands and took the top off of it, revealing a brand new, rather luxurious watch.

“You didn’t have to do this,” Draco said as he looked at it in awe.

“You deserve nice things,” James told him. “I wanted to give you something nice. It’ll look good on you.”

Of course Draco already wore a watch, though the one he had on wasn’t as… Well, fancy. That’s what it came down to ultimately.

He was starting to feel a little spoiled with his expensive necklace, then the ring, now this…

“Thank you,” Draco told him. “You’re really sweet.”

“So are you,” James said, reaching out to brush his hand through Draco’s hair. Draco let him. “Surprisingly.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Why’d you have to ruin it?”

James just chuckled to himself and gave him a forehead kiss. And so Draco stopped complaining.

He received a phone call from Fleamont later that day, congratulating him, and a text from Harry as well.

Something that kept popping up in his head was the pictures he’d seen in Fleamont’s beach house. And, not an unimportant detail, the fact that they had sex with all of those pictures surrounding them.

It was enough to make him doubt himself and all that he had been doing, especially wearing yet another piece of flashy jewelry, which he’d enjoy without question in a scenario where they didn’t feel tainted.

He loved his gifts from Fleamont, he loved his gift from James, but how could he be proudly sporting them being well aware that they came from extramarital affairs?

He’d received them for being complicit in the both of them betraying their partners. And worse, their partners who both still went out of their way to reach out to Draco, and invite him to things.

They truly believed he’d changed. They saw the best in him. And this is how he repaid them; by sleeping with both of their husbands in secret.

Maybe he was in over his head. Maybe he had to put a stop to all of this before he did more damage. Maybe if he stopped it now, nobody would have to know, and nobody would be hurt.

But then he would have to give all of this up…

He went to bed still ruminating, telling he would figure it all out the next morning. Maybe some sort of brilliant solution would come to him in a dream.

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Draco was relieved for more than one reason once summer break finally came around.

It felt like he was getting a break from more than just work.

For the first time in weeks, he’d taken off all of his gifts, and for the first time in months he just got to be in his own apartment by himself, and without all the constant temptation or whatever it was that just seemed to pull on him at any given moment.

He’d been struggling with the doubt. The guilt. The underlying tension of the constant fear of being found out.

Still, he wasn’t as strong as he wished he was.

It was just too easy. The Shrieking Shack being turned into him and James’ personal, secret sex spot was just way too damn easy.

He could go in and be back fifteen minutes later, and the people around him would be none the wiser.

James certainly didn’t try to talk him out of anything. That was the most annoying part of all. James’ impulsivity was part of his charm. And so Draco would be pretty firm about his decision to do better - until James invited him out in between classes. It was too damn easy.

And then there was Fleamont. Fleamont, who indirectly had been the reason of so much of Draco’s doubt. The pictures he’d seen at the beach house still ran through his head on a daily basis.

Meeting up with Fleamont was a little more challenging; it wasn’t like Draco could just go leave to visit his beach house whenever he wanted, it would be a little suspicious. James had even asked him about the made-up emergency he’d had on that day, asking him if everything was okay.

But of course… Fleamont had a way of making things happen as well. He’d visited the school a couple more times, and Draco realized he was surprisingly creative when the moment called for it. They’d snuck into the Room of Requirement, they’d snuck off to the Forbidden Forest once - making up for missing out on the outdoor sex on the beach, and Fleamont had made him aware of the fact that the Quidditch bleachers hid a perfect spot for those who wanted privacy and wanted to surely not be found while they were getting it on. Twice.

Still… On one hand, it felt like in reality, whether he continued sleeping with them or not wouldn’t make much difference regardless, as far as their marriages went.

Draco wasn’t the first person James had cheated with, and he wouldn’t be the last either. It seemed like James had had more affair partners than Draco had had sexual partners as a whole. So did it really matter, then?

And with Fleamont… Well, he may actually have been the first. Certaintly in a more long-lasting dynamic, that is - he was sure of that. But who’s to say he wouldn’t go and find something similar with somebody else? And regardless, he had already cheated on his wife plenty of times at this point. He’d crossed a line he couldn’t just turn back from. Did it really matter if it stopped right this second or not? Would it change anything?

And at the end of the day, Draco was not the one being unfaithful. He wasn’t breaking promises and vows. He was not the adulterer.

One thing that kept popping back up, was the awareness that if any of this were ever to come to light, Draco would take all of the blame, whether he wanted to or not.

Even if Fleamont and James were the ones having affairs, Draco would somehow be blamed for them doing it. People would say he’d seduced them or that he’d dragged them into it somehow. That he was a bad influence. That it was all his fault.

And when those thoughts came back up, he couldn’t help but feel that he may as well take advantage of the opportunities he’d been granted.

It was a ridiculous idea. Charming, universally liked James Potter could sleep with god knows how many people, cheating on his wife all the while, and he would still manage to save his reputation, meanwhile Draco sleeps with someone he actually likes, who happens to be married, while he’s single himself, and he’d never hear the end of it. It wasn’t exactly fair. Maybe none of this was.

He sighed, staring at the dark street from his balcony. He’d been sitting outside for a while, just ruminating. It was drizzling rain, which was actually pleasant after the consistently hot weather they’d been having.

He got up to go back inside and just then, his doorbell rang. He froze in place for a moment, one foot inside of his apartment, the other still on his balcony. He gathered himself as best as he could before he stiffly walked up to his door.

“Who is it?” he asked, purposely sparing himself the anxiety of looking through the peephole.

“It’s me. Open up.”

Draco frowned, looking through his peephole at last.

“James?”

“Yeah. Please let me in.”

Draco, confusedly, unlocked and opened the door for him. James rushed in, which did not make Draco any less confused. He closed and locked the door again and tried to make out what on earth kind of energy James was bringing in with him.

“What’s up with you?”

“That’s how you greet me?”

“Respectfully, you stomp into my apartment looking like you’ve just snorted Mount Everest made out of cocaine. It doesn’t exactly scream “come here and smooch me.””

“What, are you scared of me?” James asked, smirking, though Draco could hear him breathe heavily as he spoke.

“I didn’t say that. I’m just trying to figure out if you’re a fugetive, ran a marathon, or are having a psychotic break. What’s the matter with you?”

“I need your advice.”

“… Okay, sure. Sit. Do you want some tea?”

“No, but I’ll have a glass of water, please.”

Draco hummed and went to pour him some before sitting down with him.

He could see James’ hand shaking as he brought the glass to his lips. He was still wearing his jacket and shoes, a glow of sweat on his face. Draco, by contrast, was in what he could only refer to as a ‘house outfit’. It was not his preferred look to sport around other people, let alone James, but he hadn’t exactly be expecting anyone - let alone James -  to come over.

Draco watched his trembling hand put the glass down on the table before finally speaking.

“I have a problem.”

“Okay. Which is…?”

James’ eyes seemed to stare into his soul as he visibly fought to force himself to actually say the words out loud.

“I… I don’t know how… But, uhm… I got a call… Well, two- I got two calls, and… They’re, uhm… They… I…”

“Yes…?”

“They… They’re… They… Both of them, they… They took… They took a test, and… And they’re…”

Draco’s mind worked a lot faster than James’ mouth currently did, it seemed.

“They’re pregnant?” Draco asked. “Pregnancy tests?”

“… Yeah.”

“You knocked up two girls?”

“No,” James said, as he adamantly put his finger up. “I did not knock anyone up. I was very careful, with every single one of them. I used condoms every single time.”

“And you’re sure of that?”

“Yes.”

“You didn’t have any drunk-“

“I don’t drink alcohol. You know that. I know what I’m doing. There’s a reason I do it.”

“Right…” Draco said as he indeed remembered his sobriety. That did put his credibility in a pretty solid light. “So, how-?”

“I’m sorry I have to ask you this, but you are sure you cannot get pregnant, right?” James asked him. “I don’t know what procedures you went through, or-“

“That shit has been burned to ashes a long time ago,” Draco answered. “I promise. It’s not possible.”

“Okay…” James said nodding. “Okay, that’s good.”

“So this has never happened before?”

“No, of course not,” James said as he looked up at him with big eyes. “Why would I be so careless?”

“Okay, first things first; are they going to keep it?”

“One of them is going to abort, I hope the other will too. But it’s not like I can do anything about it if she wants to keep it. My life doesn’t matter, then. She’ll just do it, and then I’m fucked.”

“I think you did the fucking, love, otherwise she wouldn’t have your jizz setting up camp,” Draco said with a little smirk.

James let out a very forced laugh. Draco reached out to stroke his forearm.

“I’m sorry, James. You’re right. If she decides to keep it, she makes that choice for you too.”

“It’s not fair. If I wanted that to happen, I would’ve just let it. But I didn’t. I used a condom. And I use good quality ones too, I’m well fucking prepared. That shit doesn’t just break.”

Draco frowned, still carressing his arm.

“Do you think-“

“Yeah, big time. That’s what I need your help with.”

Draco looked back into his eyes. “How?”

“I need to know how they did it, and I need to make sure it never happens again. But mostly I need your help covering this up if it escalates. If you’d be willing help me. I know it’s a lot to ask, and I know-“

Draco noticed the panic in James’ deep brown eyes. It was unusual for him to say the least.

“I will help you,” Draco told him, still carressing his arm.

“You will?”

“Yes. I promise.”

“Thank you,” James said whilst he pulled Draco into a tight hug so swiftly that it took him by surprise. Draco let it happen and hugged him back.

“One first piece of advice, though; get a vasectomy. Like, tomorrow.”

“Not a doubt in my mind.”

“Good.”

“Just so you know,” James said as he pulled back, “I got tested, and I’m clean. So you don’t have to worry about that.”

Draco smiled at him. “Thank you for telling me.”

“Of course.”

Draco intertwined their fingers, causing James to look down at their hands.

“I should probably get back… I’ve got to be careful for a while,” James said. “I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize.”

James squeezed his hand as he looked back into Draco’s eyes. “I’ll call you. And I’ll think about concrete ways on how you could help me out with this. I appreciate it a lot, Draco. Truly. Thank you.”

Draco smiled again and leaned in to give James a gentle, tender kiss on his lips.

“Take your time. I’m certain I’ll be able to think of a few ways myself.”

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Draco was holding onto his headboard for dear life; his fingertips and knuckles were noticeably white by this point. His knees were also taking some pressure, and his thighs were beginning to really burn up at this point - not in the pleasant sort of way.

But he couldn’t get himself to stop.

He was frantically rocking his hips and dragging his crotch over Fleamont’s face, pushing it onto him, rubbing it onto him, and fucking his mouth.

Draco’s bed creaked underneath them as he thrust his hips rapidly, his legs on either side of Fleamont’s head.

Fleamont’s tongue lapped at Draco and Draco made sure to get as much of it as he could by grinding on him with furious motions.

For the second time, he felt his stomach slowly begin to tighten. It didn’t slow him down. If anything it just made him push down harder whilst he kept on going just as fast as he had been.

Fleamont led him, and he licked Draco into his second orgasm, who felt himself begin to throb into Fleamont’s tongue. He kept on thrusting and could feel his hole pulse as well, pushing thick drops of his fluids out as he came.

He moaned loudly, throwing his head back but never stopping. And Fleamont didn’t stop until he was told to either.

It was as if he could read Draco’s mind, because a moment later he was laying Draco down on his stomach, undressing himself, and getting on top of him and pushing his cock into his dripping hole without further ado. And Draco ecstatically let Fleamont pound him down into the mattress, pinning Draco down from on top of his ass.

Draco had to do nothing but lay there and let it happen, whining happily as he let himself be stretched out by a big, raw cock for the first time in weeks.

His sore fingers now gripped the sheets as Fleamont drilled into his squelching hole, his sack smacking against him each time he thrust in deep.

Then, Fleamont growled, and slammed down on Draco so hard it shoved him forward and he had to prevent himself from being slammed into his headboard by sticking out his hands. Draco smirked as Fleamont did it once more - growling again, and then another time, in the exact same manner. He then stayed still, his throbbing cock releasing inside of Draco, whilst Draco lay still with his hands still flat against the headboard.

“So, meet at ten tomorrow?” Draco asked, Fleamont still groaning softly with each rhythmic throb of his spilling erection.

“Are you sure that’s the time you want to pick?” Fleamont asked huskily. “And stick with?”

“I have afternoon plans for the upcoming weeks. Ten is perfect. It’ll get me through the day.”

Draco felt a sharp breath leave his nostrils when the small, silicone dildo entered his mouth, before the gag was closed around his head, and his head gently put back down on his pillow. His wrists and ankles were cuffed to his bed, spreading him out and leaving him exposed. His eyes were covered with a newly gifted satin blindfold, and he was filled with a newly gifted, rather girthy plug.

Suckling on the little dick stuck in his mouth turned out to be rather soothing - until his one empty hole began getting filled up as well.

He couldn’t see, speak or move as Fleamont’s erection pushed apart his walls on its way in, only pathetically moan onto the dildo between his lips.

Fleamont held onto Draco’s spread thighs whilst he filled him up until his entire length was in, his thighs touching Draco’s, and his sack pressed into his slick taint.

He stayed like that for a while, leaving Draco whimpering helplessly. It was a lot to take when it moved - it was a lot more to take when it didn’t, and it just sat there pushed into him. God knows how deep it actually went in.

Draco felt himself convulse a couple of times from the consistent pressure on his walls alone. Nevermind the fact that his ass was stuffed as well.

“Beautiful boy,” Fleamont told him sweetly, carressing both of his thighs with his fingertips.

It made Draco release a deep breath, which in turn led to him tensing up, as it once again made him feel just how full he was.

He heard Fleamont chuckle, and then he slowly began to move at last.

He positioned his hands on each side of Draco, leaning over him slightly, and he began to smoothly roll his hips to start fucking him.

Fleamont’s movements were almost fluid - impressing Draco, given how big of an age gap they had, and Draco not even being sure he could manage that himself - and he fucked Draco in a way that hit all of the right spots.

Fleamont’s big cock fucking him while he had something up his ass of a similar size was an overwhelming combination of sensations.

He attempted to soothe himself by sucking on the gag’s dildo, but it was hard to do when the breath was being fucked out of him.

They had been having sex on a daily basis for a little under a week now, and it allowed them to experiment with each other and try new things. It also just seemed to get better each time.

Fleamont clearly wasn’t getting bored of him, he came in good to go each morning, and with a fresh dose of excitement as well.

And Draco had been right; Fleamont and him having a full hour of amazing sex each morning certainly helped him get through his days.

The man had stamina too. Draco couldn’t see, but he’d had to have been taking him in that specific position for at least ten minutes before he sat back, pulled Draco closer to him by his thighs and began fucking him like that, picking up his pace noticeably.

Draco could do nothing but just lie there like a rag doll, Fleamont taking from him what he wanted, and how he wanted it. Luckily, they had similar wishes.

Draco soon was no longer sucking on his dildo, but just trying to breathe through Fleamont’s increasingly fast thrusts.

He began truly struggling once Fleamont got on top of him and put his weight on him, before beginning to bounce his pelvic area up and down Draco’s, throwing his hips down hard, getting as deep inside of him as he could manage each time. After a couple minutes, he decided to turn up the volume completely, and he began to move overwhelmingly fast as well.

Draco’s whines and whimpers became constant, only paused when he needed to breathe. Fleamont bounced on him as if he was fucking a toy, mercilessly slamming him down on the bed each time so that he inevitably bounced back up himself, only causing Fleamont to shove his cock in deeper.

He felt his throat burn from the noise he was producing, but it was the only thing he could do. He couldn’t move his hands or legs even a little bit. He was completely stuck underneath Fleamont, and with his legs open wide at that.

“You’re doing wonderfully,” Fleamont told him hoarsely.

He had one of his hands in Draco’s hair, his hand resting on his head. He gave Draco a kiss on his forehead as he pounded him, Draco still whimpering.

“Do you like it?” Fleamont asked him.

Draco could do nothing but whimper. It was hardly a proper response.

Fleamont - never stopping slamming his hips down - gently pushed Draco’s head up so that he could onto the gag and take it off for him.

Draco gasped for breath once it was out of his mouth.

“Do you like it?” Fleamont asked.

“Yes, sir,” Draco panted.

His breathy voice was hardly audible over the bed springs loudly creaking in the high-speed rhythm of Fleamont’s thrusts.

“Do you like taking my big cock?” Fleamont asked him.

“Yes, sir,” Draco said, louder this time.

“Good,” Fleamont said shortly.

He swiftly pulled out and began moving on top of Draco, who only realized what was about to happen when he felt Fleamont’s legs near his head, his knees pushing down on the mattress before his slick cockhead pushed apart Draco’s lips and jaws and got pushed into his mouth, past the back of his tongue and straight into his throat.

Fleamont ignored Draco’s noticeable gag reflex and kept pushing in until he couldn’t anymore, Draco’s eyes quickly welling up with tears now whilst his body instinctively did its best to try to get it out of his throat, to no avail.

Once Fleamont’s balls hit Draco’s chin, Fleamont grabbed the back of Draco’s his head, and stayed completely still for less than a handful of seconds before he moaned loudly and his cock began to pulse in Draco’s throat.

Fleamont cursed loudly, then again ecstatically moaned as his thick cock throbbed within Draco’s pipe, the thick shots of his sperm gliding down Draco’s throat as his nose was running beyond his control and tears were runnint down his cheeks. There were some ungodly and involuntary sounds coming from down Draco’s throat as he struggled to sit it out with his throat burning with a spasming cock lodged into it, but Fleamont’s moaning drew it out with ease. He was straddled over Draco’s face, with his cock buried in, until he’d let every bit of his sperm glide down his throat directly.

After one last deep, very satisfied groan, he began slowly pulling his - currently - frustratingly large member from Draco’s throat and mouth.

Draco gasped for air once the heavy cock was taken out, instantly followed by a rather uncharming combination of coughing and struggling to breathe due to the mess coming out of his nose. What didn’t make it better was coughing up salty, bitter sperm in the process.

Fleamont soon undid Draco’s cuffs, but not before helping him blow his nose and clean up his face a for him. He then got him a glass of water and tenderly stroked his damp, messy hair as he watched him drink it.

“So what do you want to do tomorrow?” Draco asked him once he had recovered a bit.

“Do you want to try out that whip?”

“You’ve got yourself a deal, sir.”

Chapter Text

“What are you sulking about?” sounded a voice from behind Draco. “Did daddy buy you the wrong colour pony?”

Draco glared to his left. “Easy, Scarface.”

He held out a opened pack of cigarettes to Draco, who considered him for a moment before he took one and lit it. Luckily he was skilled enough in the magic department to not need to be asking a Weasley for a lighter.

“Thanks.”

“So? Why the long face?”

Draco blew out a swirl of smoke into the warm air of the night.

“I’m just not much of a party person.”

“Well, me neither, but I’m not out here hiding from everybody and looking like I’m contemplating jumping.”

Draco only gave him a glare, and continued to smoke his cigarette in silence. He flicked it off the edge of the balcony once he was finished and went inside without another word.

Doing his best to filter out all of the noise, and all of the people, he pulled himself into a sort of tunnelvision to make his way to the nearest bathroom - until there was one thing that managed to snap him out of it.

“Draco!”

Draco looked over his shoulder to see James rushing up to him, quickly making sure nobody was paying attention to him, before Draco let him slip inside the bathroom with him and locked the door.

“Yes?” Draco asked dryly.

He stood back with his arms crossed. They both just smirked.

James had some sort of soda in his hand that he put on the counter before he gave Draco a look that he had become very much familiar with over the last months.

“Here?” Draco asked, raising his eyebrows.

James shrugged.

“You are a degenerate, did you know that?”

“If that’s what it takes.”

Draco rolled his eyes, but he nevertheless simply turned around and pulled down his pants, leaning onto the counter and hanging over the sink, with his ass stuck out to James.

The good part of being in here, Draco realized quickly, was being able to look into the mirror.

He watched James whip out his cock, which was already halfway erect, it seemed, and needed just a couple of strokes to be ready. James then spat on his hand, spread his saliva over his cockhead and positioned himself behind Draco before he began pushing it in.

Draco was a little tight due to the lack of preparation, but it didn’t take long for him to relax enough for James to be able to enter him properly, slowly giving him every inch of him until his sack touched Draco.

Draco looked in the mirror as he watched James beginning to fuck him, and honestly; seeing the sheer delight on his face was half of the fun.

James groaned and dug his fingers into Draco’s hips as he began to pound him then and there. The loud music right outside the door would override any noise they made anyway.

Draco watched James ram his hips forward time and time again. James was not even focused on the mirror, being too busy looking down on his cock sliding in and out out Draco.

Draco moaned and closed his eyes for a moment, to focus more on the wonderful fullness he felt inside himself. That’s when he was abruptly forced to open his eyes and had his focus pulled to something entirely different; a knock on the door and a voice he didn’t want to be hearing right now in the slightest. Lily’s.

“James?” it sounded outside the bathroom.

James cursed under his breath and pulled out, then pulled his pants up faster than the speed of light, and began closing it. Draco did the same and caught James’ eyes as he was closing his zipper.

“Don’t worry, I’ll just be back out on the balcony,” Draco said, before he winked and disapparated on the spot.

Luckily, the balcony turned out to be empty.

He sighed and sat down on one of the chairs, brushing his fingers through his hair just in case it had gotten messed up.

He looked around for any cigarette butt that had some tobacco left on it - gross as it was - and managed to find one and light it, before Bill for some reason came back out on the balcony again.

Followed by his sister.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Draco said out loud, before Ginny even seemed to notice him.

“I still can’t believe you’re smoking,” Ginny told her brother, who was nonchalantly lighting a cigarette. Her eye then fell on Draco, and she immediately scoffed. “And you too? Since when do you smoke?”

“Okay, listen, matchstick head, I’m going to politely ask you to shut your mouth just once. I didn’t invite you to talk to me - don’t do it. I am not in the mood.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Relax, Draco,” Bill said. “She just-“

“I wasn’t talking to you either. Though I’d rather deal with you than this hag.”

“Hag?!” Ginny exclaimed. “You’re one to talk. You should be grateful to even have been invited here, because as far as I’m concerned, you lot should never see the light of day again. And don’t even get me started-“

Draco was ready to snap back, but decided to stay quiet when he noticed James suddenly step out onto the balcony, instantly drawing everybody’s eyes.

“What’s going on here?” James asked just a little teasingly. “Come on, let’s stay civil for tonight at least, huh? For Harry.”

“I can be civil, he’s the asshole,” Ginny snarled.

“I believe you can be civil, dear, so maybe try and be the bigger person for now, then. Please? We’ll figure it out after tonight, okay?”

“Fine,” Ginny said, leering at Draco for a moment before she went back inside. Bill put out his cigarette and followed her in.

“You okay?” James asked Draco.

“I’m fine.”

“Want me to try and keep her away from you?”

“Yes, please.”

James winked at him before he re-joined Harry’s celebration inside as well, leaving Draco by himself at last.

“Yes?”

“Are you awake?”

“… No, I’m sleeping. Are you dense?”

“I don’t have a lot of time.”

“I don’t either, given that apparently I’m sleeping.”

“Do you-“

“Sure, why not?”

Draco actually was in bed, so he swung his legs out of the bed, put on his robes and walked to the door, which James knocked on just before he reached it. He opened it, somewhat sleepily, and just began walking back to his bed with James following him a moment later.

He threw his robes on the ground and threw himself down on his bed on his stomach.

“How did you get away?” Draco asked, half-muffled.

“I didn’t, she’s sleeping. That’s why I’ve got to be quick.”

“Already? Did she get wasted at her son’s birthday party?”

“No, she was just tired,” James said chuckling. “Doesn’t mean I want to go to bed with blue balls.”

“At your service,” Draco said, pushing his ass up slightly.

And James didn’t need to be told twice, it seemed. He spat on Draco’s hole seconds later and got on top of him, pushing his tip in immediately. He seemed so clumsily impatient that it actually slipped back out and he had to start over.

Draco closed his eyes and moaned when it did enter him, the delicious pressure on his walls opening him up with a patient ease.

And then, just like earlier that evening, James began to thrust into him. And then pound him.

It was the first time in weeks they’d properly had sex, and it showed in James’ movements.

The way he was positioned somewhat uncomfortably put his weight on Draco, and he seemed to hardly notice it. His focus seemed to just be on getting his cock in as deep and hard as possible.

Draco let him. He didn’t complain. Frankly, he was enjoying James’ nearly primal behaviour, especially combined with the heavy breathing and the fanatic groans he could hear.

The blatant disregard for the noise they made had also not changed in the past hours; James bounced on him like his bed was not dramatically banging against his wall with each thrust.

Draco didn’t care, but it also didn’t matter much in the end regardless, as it didn’t last very long. Draco’s eyes shifted to his alarm clock on his night stand when he heard James loudly moan before he picked up the pace of his thrusts even more, rapidly thrusting himself into his orgasm. That was evident.

Three minutes. That was all it took.

James growled as he smacked his hips down on Draco, staying still at last. All that was left was his loud panting, and his throbbing, spilling cock inside of Draco.

Draco contently let his eyes close again as he felt his warm sperm release and spread inside of him. It felt even better when James carressed Draco’s back with both of his hands, a tender sort of appreciation, as he emptied himself inside of Draco. He finally moved to a more comfortable position for Draco as he spilled his last drops.

Draco hummed, slightly lifted his hips and moved them in a circling motion, to feel James’ cock and his cum from each angle.

“You’re killing me,” James said chuckling, softly running his hands over his back once more. “You’re amazing. Truly.”

“You owe me one,” Draco said as he turned his head.

James pulled out and smacked his ass.

“That I do, love. That I do.”

Chapter Text

“It was really difficult seeing you look so beautiful all night and not being able to touch you.”

Draco would’ve been blushing at that, had it not been for the fact that his face was already flushed and glistening with sweat.

Fleamont kissed him on his neck again, his arm reaching over Draco to rub his cock whilst he slowly, deeply fucked his ass.

“That’s really not fair to me, Draco.”

“It’s not my fault,” Draco chuckled breathily. “And you have me now…”

“Thank god.”

Draco laughed again, then stopped and gasped when Fleamont slipped two fingers into his slick, empty hole, still sliding his cock in and out of his ass with each deep thrust.

Fleamont’s knuckles brushing against his sweet spot was what did him in.

Draco whimpered as he felt his muscles contract, releasing an uncontrollable stream of fluids all over Fleamont’s hand, himself, the bed, and Fleamont’s cock and balls.

“Good boy,” Fleamont told him, continuing exactly like he had been. “Just one more to make me cum.”

And almost immediately, it happened again, and Draco cried out as he felt himself ejaculate and wet his bed without being able to stop it.

That’s when Fleamont pulled out his fingers and grabbed Draco by the throat, gently but firmly, and went from slow and deep thrusts to drilling his cock into Draco’s ass, who was at the mercy of the much stronger man having his body wrapped around him.

Fleamont didn’t squeeze his throat, but Draco certainly wasn’t able to move either.

Draco wasn’t yet cumming, but he could feel his pelvic muscles spasm as if not knowing what to do with the intense thrusting into his ass.

There wasn’t much he could do.

He whimpered loudly and continuously, his throat vibrating onto Fleamont’s palm as the older man pounded Draco’s ass, groaning in his ear as he began to release inside of him.

Fleamont held Draco as he lay somewhat limply, fucking his sperm deep into his hole. He held onto him as he pushed up against his ass, as if he wanted to get even deeper than he already was. Draco wasn’t sure where that would even lead him, given that he was somewhat surprised each time they had anal sex and Fleamont managed to get his generously sized cock all the way in.

Still, Draco could feel his Fleamont’s balls push into his skin time and time whilst his cock throbbed inside his asshole - and it felt damn good too.

Eventually, he stopped moving. He remained deep inside of Draco, his heavy breaths brushing over the skin on Draco’s neck. Draco let him empty his cock, and Fleamont kept Draco steady in the same position to be able to do exactly that.

Eventually Draco could feel Fleamont’s muscles relax, as did his hand around his throat. He nuzzled up against Draco, his cock still in.

“Thank you, pretty boy.”

“My pleasure.”

“Your pleasure, hm?” said Fleamont, once again reaching his hand out to Draco’s crotch.

He gently started stroking him again, and Draco silently hoped he would just continue to sweettalk him. He needed some kind, soft words.

“You know, there’s a reason I’m with you every single day.”

“What’s that…?”

“Well, you’re lovely, first of all. You’re kind, funny, brilliant, beautiful,” he said, stimulating Draco all the while, who was putty in his arms at this point. “On top of that… You’re amazing in bed. The way you kiss, the way you feel… You’re simply amazing.”

Draco had his eyes closed and listened intently as he felt his body respond to each and every word.

“And your body… It’s divine. Really.”

Draco moaned softly as he felt his muscles tighten up in the best of ways.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he told Draco, before giving him a soft kiss behind his ear. “And I wouldn’t dare missing out.”

“You’re gonna make me cum,” Draco said softly. This time around it was almost shyly. It felt unusually intimate to have his hand work on him whilst saying all of those things.

“Then please do,” Fleamont told him, kissing him on the same spot. “Your pretty little moans are music to my ears, dear, I can’t get enough of those either. You’re beautiful.”

Draco gasped softly as his muscles slowly began to contract.

“That’s it, baby,” Fleamont said, kissing him once again.

Draco pushed his crotch forward slightly, his breath shuddering as he began orgasming.

Fleamont began placing kisses on his neck as he kept stroking him, Draco gently rocking his hips back and forth to match Fleamont’s movements.

“Good boy,” Fleamont whispered to him, and Draco moaned contently as he rode out his orgasm like that.

He then deeply sighed and moved back, getting his body closer to Fleamont within his embrace so they could cuddle more tightly.

For a moment, Draco wished they could stay like that, but Fleamont had to go back home and Draco had some stuff to take care of.

“… Fuck’s sake…” Draco mumbled as he walked through his apartment to rush to his front door, cigarette between his lips.

He opened it to find a rather judgemental set of eyes stare him in the face.

“What the fuck are you smoking for?”

“Good evening to you too, Harry.”

Harry just gave him a side eye as he walked in, Draco closing the door behind him.

Draco then walked past him to go stand by the opened balcony door, like he had been.

“So are you going to tell me what you’re all huffing and puffing about, or…?” asked Draco as he walked Harry move between pacing around and irritably staring ahead whilst frowning.

“Ginny and I had a fight.”

“Okay.”

“About what happened at my party,” he said as he turned his head towards Draco. He had his hands resting in his hoodie.

“Oh,” Draco said, blowing another mouthful of smoke out into the open air. “Yeah, sorry about that. I let myself go a little.”

“Yeah, well, she was worse,” Harry said with confidence. The bright green of his eyes looked more convincing than ever. “She doesn’t want to admit it. Ron doesn’t want to admit it. And now they’re both convinced I’m taking your side because it’s you, not because she was out of line.”

“Are you?” Draco asked.

“No,” Harry said. “I told them that I believed them when they said you started it. The difference is that you’re not going to pretend like you didn’t, she’s claiming she was fully justified. That is my problem.”

“That’s fair.”

Harry went back to his irritable looking around the room, just… Kind of staring there.

“So what do you want from me, Harry?” Draco asked as he put his cigarette into his improvised ashtray, consisting of an empty soda can with some water in it.

“Nothing. I just wanted to tell somebody who wouldn’t argue with me.”

Draco gave him a little smile. Harry looked back at him, and he didn’t smile much, but his expression softened a little.

“For what it’s worth, your new apartment is nice,” Draco told him. “And I suppose the party was too, as far as parties go.”

Harry chuckled and relaxed his shoulders a little bit. “I appreciate you showing up. Though you didn’t have to, if you really didn’t want to… You look a little tired.”

“I’ve been going through some stuff,” Draco said, immediately lighting a new cigarette, before he’d even made the conscious connection.

He caught Harry’s eyes analyzing him.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No,” Draco said, blowing out a drag of smoke again. “Just some work stuff. It’ll be okay, Blaise is helping me out.”

“You still see him?”

“Sure,” Draco said. He noticed a change in Harry’s expression and smirked. “You’re not-“

“Don’t start.”

“You are, though. You still think there’s something going on.”

“It’s easy math, Draco.”

“Apparently you’re not much of a mathematician, Harry, because the answer is still no. I don’t see him that way.”

Harry mumbled something under his breath, but quickly pulled himself back together when he noticed Draco’s amused expression.

“So, uhm… How’s the work thing going anyway? Making progress with your apprenticeship?”

“Mhm,” Draco said as he took another drag of his cigarette. “In fact, it’s starting to look like I’ll just be the DADA professor next year, not the apprentice.”

Harry curiously raised his eyebrows.

“Professor? Is Snape stepping down, then?”

“Rumor has it he just might,” Draco said nonchalantly, putting his second cigarette out whilst casting a quick glance at the starry sky outside.

Chapter Text

Draco sighed dramatically before he opened his door, his robes loosely tied around his waist.

“What is it now?”

Harry looked Draco up and down.

“Am I interrupting something?”

“No, I just woke up,” Draco lied. “Since when are you such a morning person?”

“I didn’t sleep,” Harry said.

He barged past Draco and just walked in. Draco rolled his eyes and closed the door behind him. He secured his robes, not wearing anything else underneath.

“Why not? Trouble in paradise?” Draco said deadpan as he walked up to his window to get his much needed after-sex cigarette.

He was just glad he’d let Fleamont cum in his mouth just now instead of the usual, otherwise he’d have a bit of explaining to do right now.

Draco sat on his window sill, making sure to cross his legs. He opened his window and lit his cigarette.

“Are those hickeys?”

“No, I fell on my throat.”

Harry did not seem amused.

“Don’t ask stupid questions,” Draco said.

He watched Harry’s eyes move from his throat to the pack of cigarettes laid by his thigh.

“No,” Draco said shortly.

Harry leered at him whilst Draco took a drag from his cigarette.

“She’s still mad at me,” Harry then answered. He had his hands in his pockets and stood tensely. “You know, maybe relationships are just a joke. Maybe all of it is a joke.”

“Why the bitterness, Potter?”

“Why? Because my girlfriend can’t seem to give me a break, and on top of that my fucking parents are still having issues. I’m sick of it.”

“Your parents?”

“Yes, remember the cheating rumor? All of a sudden my dad decides to get snipped. Now, my mum doesn’t seem to think anything of it, for some reason, but it’s all just a little bit suspicious, wouldn’t you say? The timing is a little odd, if you ask me.“

“Harry, whatever’s happening between your parents doesn’t say anything about your relationship with the W- … With Ginny.”

“I know that,” Harry mumbled. “Ron’s still sticking up for her. I just wish she’d leave it alone.”

“So tell her.”

“She doesn’t exactly listen.”

“Do you still like her?”

“Of course I do,” he mumbled again.

“Then just be as open with her as you are with me now, Harry. She’ll appreciate it.”

Harry sighed, his eyes scanning Draco from head to toe.

“I guess I should.”

“So do it.”

“Yeah… I guess I will. Thanks. Again.”

For the first time in over a week, Draco was at home in the afternoon. Blaise could handle the final steps of the plan on his own, and so Draco was enjoying a much appreciated hot bath to just unwind, and to soothe his tense muscles.

Until there was a rather aggressive knock on his door.

He didn’t even have to get up to know. He found himself sighing, his hand to his forehead and his eyes closed in overt expression of his patience running thin, but he got up and out of his relaxing oasis anyway.

He dried himself off as fast as he could manage and yanked the towel off his head, threw his robes on once again, and stomped towards the door.

“What?” he hissed as soon as he faced Harry.

Once again, Harry simply walked in.

Draco took a deep breath as he closed the door behind him, anticipating any sort of explanation.

“Are you drunk?” Draco asked squinting.

“I-“ Harry said, clumsily turning around. “Maybe- Maybe a little. No, I’m not drunk. I’m… Tipsy.”

“Wow,” Draco said dryly. “Convincing.”

“Can I-“

“Harry, what are you doing here?”

“I-…” he started, shrugging. “I just wanted to see you.”

“Why?”

“I-… Still fighting, and I-… I just, I just missed you.”

Draco sighed softly and began walking towards the kitchen. “I’ll just get you a glass of water, and-“

But before he knew it, he was stopped by Harry’s hands on his hips.

For a brief second, he startled.

Harry immediately let go once they locked eyes and quickly retrieved his hands.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to- I wouldn’t-“

“I know,” Draco said, relaxing his shoulders again. “It’s okay.”

“I just miss you,” Harry said. He spoke clearly, even with his eyes looking slightly cloudy. He very carefully placed one of his hands back on Draco’s hip.

“You’re drunk, okay?” Draco told him. He smiled kindly. “It wouldn’t be okay for me to go through with anything.”

“But I want it,” Harry said, tilting his head slightly. “I-… I want it.”

Draco shook his head. “I shouldn’t. We shouldn’t. You love your girlfriend.”

“Just once?” Harry asked him. His eyes portrayed a frustratingly endearing sort of innocence as he looked into Draco’s.

“No, Harry,” Draco said. “Let me just get you some water, okay? Have a seat.”

“But I-“

“Harry, sit down,” Draco said more firmly.

Harry silently looked back at him a couple of seconds before walking over to the couch. Draco sighed silently, then went to get Harry his glass of water at last.

He handed it to Harry, sat down next to him whilst making sure to cover himself up properly, and looked at him. He watched Harry down half the glass at once and then clumsily put it down.

He sheepishly looked at Draco afterwards. He had the same annoyingly innocent look in his eyes now, kind of just gazing at Draco… Lovingly.

“Thank you,” Harry said.

He put - nearly slapped - his hand on Draco’s knee, which Draco was fairly sure wasn’t meant to be any sort of sexual gesture. The squeeze that came afterwards also wasn’t very erotic.

“You should get some sleep,” Draco concluded.

“Here?” Harry said with a very drunkenly attempt at flirting.

Draco gave him a look. Harry pouted.

“Harry, I’m not going to fuck you.”

“I know that! That’s not what I mean! Just- Just sleeping.”

“You want to just sleep in my bed?” Draco asked, arching an eyebrow.

Harry nodded hastily.

Draco considered him for a moment.

“Alright, fine. But if you try anything, I’m kicking you out. Literally.”

“I won’t,” Harry said. “Can we cuddle, though?”

Draco gave him another look. Harry pouted again. Draco couldn’t help but smile a little.

“Fine, Harry. But we both wear underwear.”

Harry agreed, with noticeable enthusiasm, and a of couple minutes later Draco was pinned to his bed by Harry’s limp, sleeping body covering most of his own. On top of that, Harry was snoring.

Draco decided a nap couldn’t hurt, and so he closed his eyes and let himself drift off to sleep too, playing with Harry’s curls as he let it happen.

Draco woke up again about half an hour later, but Harry seemed to be fully knocked out still and slept in his bed until the following morning, Draco joining him again at nighttime.

The same thing happened then; Harry wrapped his body around him the second Draco got in the bed, holding onto him almost as if the quality of his sleep depended on it. Draco let him. He could think of worse ways to sleep.

He’d made sure to set an alarm for the following morning, cancelling his daily hour with Fleamont due to Harry still being there with him.

Draco had had breakfast and had showered already when he decided to check on Harry, who finally began fluttering his eyelashes when Draco walked into his bedroom around eleven.

“Hey, sleeping beauty,” Draco said, sitting on the edge of his bed with a new glass of water in his hand.

Harry groaned and slowly pushed himself up, pinching his eyes shut once he put pressure on his arms. He sat up against the headboard and gratefully took the glass from Draco - drinking it down all at once this time.

Draco chuckled, then was caught off guard when Harry suddenly pulled him down so that he landed next to him and pulled him into his arms.

Draco groaned as Harry squeezed him tight, and once again managed to wrap himself around Draco before he could do anything about it.

“Are you still drunk?” Draco squeezed out.

“Nope.”

“Time to go brush your fucking teeth, then. Your breath smells like a goddamn brewery.”

“Well, you let me sleep here,” Harry said. He kissed Draco’s cheek.

“Only because you wouldn’t leave me alone and you got all pout-y. Annoying brat.”

“Whatever works,” Harry said nonchalantly.

He loosened his grip on Draco a little, who sighed, but snuggled onto his chest nonetheless.

“Did you sleep well, at least?” Draco asked him.

“Wonderfully. You?”

“As well as one can sleep with a chainsaw going off next to them all night.”

“Sorry about that.”

“Mhm,” Draco mumbled.

It didn’t take long for Draco to notice the state Harry was in. Until he moved his leg, to be precise, and noticed his swollen bulge.

He turned his head just to give Harry a look.

“Sorry about that as well.”

“Are you really?”

“Not much I can do about it, is there?”

“Depends on how you look at it.”

“Without me crossing some sort of boundary, knobhead.”

“Mine or yours?”

“I’m not even sure anymore,” Harry said chuckling. “We’ve- Ginny and I- Been having some issues.”

“… Bedroom issues?”

“Those too.”

“Why?”

“I want it more than she does. And… I don’t know, it’s just not going great.”

“So you’re frustrated?”

“Evidently.”

Draco hummed. Harry had begun carressing his back, which felt surprisingly sensual for such an innocent touch. He didn’t know if it was because of the combination of having just felt his erection, or the fact that this was his usual time of the day to get pounded, but it certainly was… Doing something to him.

“You were always really great in bed,” Harry told him.

Draco chuckled. “Thanks. You too.”

“I know.”

Harry must’ve already known Draco would roll his eyes, because he let out a laugh at the exact same time.

“Yeah…” Harry said with a sigh. “I should probably get going, then.”

“Yeah,” Draco agreed. “Probably.”

Chapter Text

“What the fuck happened to you?“ Draco asked as he raised his eyebrow, half asleep still and his robes hardly even properly covering him.

James shushed him and barged into his apartment, Draco just closing the door and awaiting an explanation. He’d been asleep a minute ago, he was not in the state to argue yet.

Draco began drowsily and clumsily fixing his robes, but was promptly interrupted by James pushing him up against the door he’d just closed, pulling his robes right off of him.

Draco still hardly had any idea what was going on, but reciprocated the sloppy kiss, then let James carry him to the couch and lay him down on his back. Draco had barely registered where he was when he felt James’ tongue brush over his dick, beginning to lap at it greedily.

Draco moaned and just closed his eyes again, contently spreading his legs a little further. This was not a bad way of waking up, he found.

He dazedly rocked his lips a little bit as he let James’ tongue slowly stiffen him up, and also get him wet. Sooner than he’d expected too, his hole apparently already being slick according to the noise James’ made as he licked over it.

This was when he got on top of Draco, who managed to open his eyes with some willpower.

“So…?” Draco asked.

“I can finally have sex again,” James said as he popped his belt open.

“You didn’t have to wait that long, did you?”

“A week. No jerking off either,” he answered.

Draco hummed. He closed his eyes again when James got up to undress, waiting to open them back up until he was back on top of him. Nude this time, it seemed.

“So how come you’re making your deposit here, and not at home?” Draco asked as he embraced James.

“She wasn’t in the mood tonight,” James answered before he kissed Draco’s neck.

Draco hummed again, enjoying the wet kisses on his sensitive skin, as well as James’ bodyweight now on top of him.

James led his cock to Draco’s entrance and slowly began pushing it in, a sharp breath leaving Draco’s nostrils as it started to push apart his walls. It surely was a way to make him feel more awake at an instant.

Draco’s chest heaved when James had him filled up completely. His breath shuddered for a moment.

James kept covering his neck in kisses, allowing him a moment to adjust before he began to thrust slowly.

Draco’s eyes opened when he caught himself right before he was about to let out the stupidest sentence he could probably be saying right now.

Why are you all so big?

That… Would have not helped the moment. Perhaps being half asleep was not the best time for him to be doing this. He mentally noted it for future reference.

“You’re so fucking big,” Draco decided to say instead.

Shallow breaths kept being pushed out of him each time James’ sack touched to his skin.

“Yet you take it each and every time,” James mumbled into his ear.

His warm breath on his wet neck gave him instant goosebumps. His lips next to his earlobe helped that fact.

He heard James softly moan before he began picking up his pace. His own breathing became heavier now, so he stopped kissing Draco’s neck. Instead, Draco heard all of his breaths and soft groans loud and clear.

“You really do love fucking me, don’t you?” Draco asked with a little smirk, his hand on the nape of James’ neck.

It wasn’t exactly hard to tell. It had never been.

“Do you still have to ask?”

“Nah… I just want the reaffirmation. Verbally.”

James chuckled breathily, his big cock continuing to slide in and out of Draco’s wet hole all the while.

“I love fucking you,” James huskily said into his ear, “I’ve never wanted to go back to work so badly. I want you to take me every single day.”

“I think I’m the one being taken, James,” Draco breathed.

“I want you to take my cock every day.”

“Hm… I-“

James shifted positions slightly, causing him to slip out. He grunted softly and began to lead it back in, but Draco blocked his hand.

“Put it in my ass,” Draco told him.

“… Really? Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I just have to get some lube.”

“Of course.”

James got off of him and Draco jumped up, speeding off to his bedroom to get his bottle of lube.

“My wife never lets me do that,” James said when Draco walked back in.

“That’s a shame.”

“Yeah.”

Draco back on the couch, on all fours this time around. He handed James the bottle, who looked at him with a slight sense of fascination before he took it from him.

He squirted some of it on his hand and gently spread it over his rim, putting the bottle down with his free hand.

“Ready?”

“Mhm,” Draco said, shaking his ass a little.

James squeezed both of his asscheeks before he began to push a single finger in - but since Draco had been having regular anal sex for a while now, he didn’t need a whole lot of prepation anymore. It only took a little gentle fingering for his hole to open up and for him to be able to relax himself enough to get started.

James excitedly got behind him and held onto his hips as he pushed his large cockhead in, surprising Draco with how loudly he moaned as his ass opened to let him in.

Draco focused on his breathing first - whether he was experienced or not, James’ cock still was a lot to take. But once he was in, and James was panting even whilst just staying still, he couldn’t help himself.

“You’re not going to need long, are you?” Draco asked as he glanced over his shoulder.

“No,” James breathed.

“You’re throbbing.”

James vaguely acknowledged it before he began to very slowly move, his hands firmly on Draco’s hips the entire time.

“Fuck, that is tight,” he mumbled.

Draco chuckled to himself, just letting him do his thing. James was enjoying himself plenty as it was.

James groaned as he quickly decided to begin moving faster. In response, Draco did his best to breathe deeply, as to not clench. Still, his sphincter naturally squeezed on him just a little bit.

James’ fingers dug into Draco’s hips harshly. He began thrusting harder to keep himself deep inside of Draco.

Draco’s walls only snugly fit around his shaft, putting pressure on it with each roll of James’ hips.

James was thrusting deep enough to press himself up against Draco’s behind.

He could hear James gasp before he pushed into him hard, almost causing him to lose his balance. He stayed put with his fingers pinching his hips forcefully whilst pushed up against Draco’s ass.

James cursed under his breath and then moaned loudly as his cock pulsed inside of Draco’s tight ass, providing him with his release at last.

Draco closed his eyes to divert his full attention to the warm sensation that spread out inside of him with each throb. He could feel how much it was.

They stayed in silence for a while. James’ heavy breathing was all Draco heard whilst James took his time to empty himself.

Draco was glad to be on the receiving end.

After what felt like several minutes, James let out a soft and content sigh, leaning over to press a kiss onto Draco’s back.

“You owe me two now,” Draco told him whilst opening his eyes.

“I’ll make it worth the wait.”

“Yeah? Will you have something left in you, now that you’ve eliminated the pregnancy risk?”

“I wouldn’t dare forget about you, Draco.”

“Why do you keep staring at me?” Draco said, breathily chuckling as he once again looked away to avoid Fleamont’s eyes.

Draco sat straddling him, Fleamont’s hands around his throat, out of all places.

But he wasn’t squeezing. He was just holding him, and looking at him.

“Because I’d be stupid if I didn’t,” Fleamont said deadpan.

He was giving Draco deep, thorough strokes from underneath him. All Draco had to do was just sit. And be stared at, apparently.

Draco rolled his eyes and huffed, though he realized it probably wasn’t as convincing with his skin covered in sex sweat.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been here,” Draco said as he looked at the wall he was facing, heavy but steady breaths leaving his nose.

Fleamont moved his hands up slightly to turn his head, forcing him to look into his eyes.

“What?!”

“Shut up,” Fleamont said smirking, then he kissed him hard and turned up the volume to the maximum.

He pounded his cock up into Draco, creating a symphony consisting of the back of the couch hitting the wall, their skin smacking together, the wet sobbing sounds of Draco’s hole, Fleamont’s heavy breathing, and Draco’s frantic whimpers of surprise.

Draco desperately searched for Fleamont’s arms and clawed his nails into them whilst Fleamont groaned into his lips, his hands still tightly locking Draco into place by the firm hold on his jaws. Draco could feel Fleamont’s ejaculation begin inside of him.

He slowed down and rammed his hips up a couple of times, his thighs and asscheeks vibrating from the force he did it with. Draco could feel his cum slosh inside.

Fleamont let out a very content hum and let his arms wrap around Draco’s waist to rest them there, continuing to give him a couple gentler, weaker thrusts as his orgasm settled.

Draco caught his eyes and realized he had still not stopped looking at him.

“Stop it.”

“Why?”

“You’re making me nervous.”

Fleamont sighed through his nose, his breath still noticeably heavy.

“We can have sex every morning, but looking at you while we do it is too much?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” Draco mumbled. He reached out his hand to stroke his finger over Fleamont’s trimmed beard. “Makes me feel exposed.”

Fleamont arched his eyebrow.

“Sweetheart, I don’t know what to tell you…”

“I know,” Draco said. He gave him a little smile. “I like knowing that you want to look at me while you fuck me, though.”

“I want to look at you all the time.”

Draco looked back into his eyes. Fleamont smiled at him. With that stupid, unwavering and annoying arrogant-

Was it arrogance? Or was it confidence?

“What?” Fleamont asked.

“Nothing,” Draco said. “I like how much you like me.”