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“I can’t believe I’m actually saying this, but thank you, Potter, for agreeing to this. It will improve my studies dramatically.” Draco leads the broad man through the doorway of his apartment, excitement bubbling beneath his skin.
It’s not every day you get to feast your eyes on a childhood crush for learning purposes. See, ever since Harry Potter leaked he was a werewolf to the press, Draco has been fascinated with them.
“Yeah of course. I cant say I wasn’t surprised when I got the owl, but I guess we’re putting that… stuff behind us now?” He asks, rubbing the back of his neck and looking around the place in awe. It was quite magnificent, what Malfoy had done.
He waved a hand behind him dismissively, walking towards his Boca do Lobo armchair.
“Yes yes of course, I’m a changed man. Now, would you like to answer some questions before or after the physical exam?”
Truth be told, Draco had just the amount of self control around his crush as a school girl and it took everything not to fling himself over Potter and beg to be fucked. Harry stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, shifting his weight.
“Whatever’s easiest.”
Malfoy nodded and gathered his papers together, motioning to the seat next to him.
“We’ll start with the questions, as is traditional. Now, can you describe any pain you feel before or during your shift?”
They talked for a good while, Draco summoned some tea and biscuits to ease any tension. Not that it did much for his sexual tension. Malfoy couldn’t tear his eyes away from the deep green ones gazing back at him. They were intense in the way that they’ve seen too much and demand control.
The sun began setting quicker than Draco anticipated, and before he knew it, he was sucked into a conversation with Potter. Completely unrelated, but even still, his eyes darted from the sharp K9’s in his mouth to the unfortunate scares on his face and peeking above his collared shirt, mentally taking notes.
“Now, enough about you, stand up and take off your clothes.” Draco demanded once he felt himself getting bored with hearing about life with the ginger-bred men. Harry’s eyes crinkled with amusement and stood up.
“You’re lucky I no longer want to sock you, Malfoy.” Draco’s goal tonight was to get laid, and it was already going to plan.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Potter.” He smirked cheekily, also rising to his feet to see him better.
Harry knew what he was getting into when the blond invited him over, the way his letter was written, the language used, and his observation of him over the past seven years at school.
He made sure to wear his good jeans, bathe himself beforehand and brush his sharp teeth. Now, standing in front of Draco Malfoy undressing for him to stare at Harry’s proud, beautiful sculpted stature with an array of scares was more exiting than he thought.
“Potter don’t make a scene or I might have to strip them off myself.” Draco rested his head in his hand, annoyance clear in his tone at the amount of time it took Harry to unbutton just three buttons.
“Yes sir.” Potter said cheekily, moving faster on his buttons and shouldering off his shirt. Malfoy clenched his jaw and busied himself with the papers on his clipboard.
Harry threw his shirt over his armchair, letting it fall into a heap in the corner. Draco winced to his amusement, and made a show of carefully placing his clipboard on the coffee table and moving to fold Potters shirt. The darker man raised an eyebrow and chuckled, flashing a sharp toothed, charming smile. Malfoy scoffed, and finally got a good look at Harry’s bare chest.
And was it a sight for sore eyes. Pale scares stood out against his tan skin in the most pleasing way, muscles rippled beneath his skin and Draco swore there was some external force keeping him back from pouncing in the man.
“Like what you see?” That smug tone yanked him out of his trance.
“I like the data I can collect with record of these scares. Could you identify which ones are self inflicted from your lycanthropy? I would like to mark them so I can keep track.”
“Sure thing.”
With every scar Harry pointed out, Draco followed it with his hand. A light brush here, a subtle touch there. It was utter torture. Harry’s wolf was dying to pin Malfoy under him and make him his. He hasn’t even gotten the chance to take his trousers off yet.
Turns out Potter had eleven self inflicted un-healable werewolf scares that had not been taken care of properly, and six from his work.
“My gosh Potter, you’ve all but shredded yourself!” Harry laughs again.
“Self love is key.” (As he’s learned through thrice a week mind healing sessions)
Draco hums in agreement, tracing his fingers along the raised flesh. Harry’s breath catches.
“Th-there are still more… on my legs.” He says, a little breathlessly.
Malfoy looks him up and down expectantly.
“Well, go on then!”
Harry is out of his trousers in less than a minute, now in all his glory, erection standing proud against his pants. Draco licks his lips, writing a few more things down and marking the ones Harry points to with colored ink.
Malfoy sinks to his knees, abruptly and unexpectedly. Potter was taken aback.
“It’s easier to take a closer look if I’m not bending over the whole time.” He states like it’s just another Tuesday.
Harry nods, swallowing thickly. His K9’s were beginning to sharpen themselves into points and nails into claws. He was losing control.
“D-Draco-“
“You need to take your pants off too, I need to measure this long one and it ends under there.” Malfoy snakes his finger under the seam, pulls, and let’s the fabric snap back.
That’s all it takes for Harry to lose it. His hips make contact with Draco’s face and there is an oof from below. His nails dug into the back of Malfoy’s head, platinum hair soft between his fingertips.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Malfoy.” A whimper followed, but before he knew it, Harry’s boxer briefs were on the floor around his ankles.
“This is what you call dangerous? Really Potter it does not take much to rile you up, I mean come o-“ he was cut off when Harry’s dick was shoved into the open mouth.
Malfoy struggled at first, startled, but then began sucking, hands wrapped around what he couldn’t reach.
Potters dick was massive. Perks to being a werewolf I guess. Draco thought to himself, feeling his dick straining out of his pants.
Draco looks up at Harry through his eyelashes, preening under Harry’s intense stare. More arousal shoots down to Draco’s dick when he curled his lips back, revealing the menacing spears in his mouth. A growl rumbles through Harry’s chest, rocking his hips back and fourth a little bit, one hand still tangled in Draco’s hair.
He was too slow, but Harry didn’t want to hurt Draco, he didn’t want him to be scared off. So he continued the practice gently, enjoying the view.
Drool slipped from Draco’s lips, landing on the floor and making a puddle. He pulls off.
“Harry, fuck my face, please.” Malfoy’s legs were in a ‘w’ shape and he leaned forward on his arms, mouth open and trying to catch Harry’s dick. Something else snapped within him.
With a force Potter highly underestimated, Malfoy’s mouth was over his dick again, but his hips were snapping wildly.
Yes, yes! Pleasure started building, Draco moaned around his tool and the rough contact it made with the back of his throat.
“That’s it, darling, stay just like that… my perfect toy.”
“Mmph~”
Harry was close to the edge, so close, but he pulled out at the last second, placing a thumb over the small hole at his tip.
“Harry-“
Before Draco could finish he was manhandled over the coffee table with two slicked fingers up his arse. Draco gasped, rutting back on Harry’s digits, pleading to be fucked.
“C’mon don’t be a pussy and put it in already!”
“But you’re not-“
Draco evidently sunk down onto Harry’s cock. It was his turn to gasp now, the tightness and heat of Malfoy’s hole was intense for him, and it took him a minute to process. It was perfect because that gave Draco the time to adjust to Harry’s massive size.
“Shit.” He said breathlessly. Harry nodded in agreement, but Draco’s arse clenched around his cock and he was a goner.
Fucking info Draco ruthlessly, claws digging into his sides, Harry has his way with him, felling the pressure build at the base of his spine and bollocks, his lips peeled back into a snarl as he emptied his load into Draco’s arse, who was a moaning mess beneath him.
Hair stuck to his forehead and tears streaming from his eyes, Draco humps the table uselessly as he is filled with Harry’s come. Draco was so full, and he loved it, but he was still painfully horny.
Thankfully, Harry had enough sanity to reach around their hot bodies and grasp Draco’s cock. It was a little scary seeing how fast he could pump his fist, making Draco convulse under him and come into his hand in an embarrassing amount of time.
They panted in unison, covered in lubricant, sweat, and semen.
“Should I schedule another appointment to continue my examination?” Draco pants.
“Yeah, you do that.”