Draco groaned, the tips of his hair darkened to gold by the water sloshing around them. Harry reached out and grabbed it with one hand, wetting it futher in his fist. “Potter, please–”
“What do you want, Malfoy?” Harry huffed a laugh, pistoning his hips on a hard stroke in. Draco’s body clenched around him – slick, tight – and he whimpered, his frantic nod stilted under Harry’s grip. Harry brought his free hand down with a splashing crack over angry red handprint on Draco’s arse. “This?”
The water slowed the force of his spank but Harry wasn’t bothered – and if Draco’s sharp cry was and the way his arshole fluttered around Harry’s prick like that were any indication, he wasn’t, either.
“P-p-p–” And oh, Merlin, he loved it when Draco dissolved like this under him, Harry thought, picking up the pace. Like he was melting in the heat of the water, or from the heat the two of them created together. He slammed his hips against Draco’s arse, balls slapping wetly against the backs of his thighs on each bounce. Draco moaned, white-knuckled fingers slipping the porcelain lip of the tub.
“So dirty,” Harry grunted, skin fizzling with sweat and steam. His hand came down again, with loud, unapologetic force, and Draco’s body tightened; he was getting close. “Aren’t you?”
“Then clean me up you bastard,” he choked out, and came.
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