Day 1 – Jealous Sex
The ballroom was lit with a soft, golden glow, the chandeliers casting warm light across the polished marble floors, where witches and wizards in elegant robes danced in pairs. It was a formal Ministry event, designed to celebrate yet another post-war milestone—a fundraising gala meant to show that everything was back to normal, even though everyone knew nothing would ever be truly normal again.
Harry had been invited as a guest of honor, a symbol of the victory over Voldemort, but he felt far from comfortable in the stiff black dress robes, watching people eye him with a mix of admiration and curiosity. He'd spent most of the evening nursing a glass of Firewhisky, standing off to the side, avoiding the attention as best as he could.
But his attention wasn't on the speeches or the politicians, or even on his Auror colleagues who kept glancing his way with knowing smirks.
It was on Draco Malfoy.
Draco looked infuriatingly good tonight, dressed in sharply tailored black robes, his platinum hair perfectly styled, his every move deliberate, graceful. He stood across the room, the crowd parting slightly as he leaned close to someone Harry didn't recognize—a dark-haired witch who was laughing at something Draco had said, her hand lingering on his arm just a little too long.
Harry's grip on his glass tightened, his jaw clenched. The sight of Draco flirting—because that was exactly what it was, blatant, shameless flirting—sent a surge of anger and something else, something darker, through Harry. It was one thing when they were in private, tangled in sheets, driving each other to the brink with their games. It was another to see Draco do it so openly, so confidently, as if Harry wasn't watching.
Draco's gray eyes flicked toward him across the room, catching Harry's gaze for just a second, and a smirk tugged at his lips. He knew. He fucking knew exactly what he was doing, and it was working.
Harry's blood boiled.
He tried to ignore it, tried to brush it off as nothing more than Draco's usual antics, but the longer he watched, the more the jealousy coiled tight in his chest. Draco leaned in closer to the witch, whispering something in her ear, and she laughed, her hand brushing against Draco's chest as if she had every right to touch him.
That was the last straw.
Harry slammed his glass down on a nearby table, barely hearing the clink of crystal on marble as he strode across the room, cutting through the crowd with determined steps. He didn't care who was watching. He didn't care about the formalities or the polite smiles people threw his way. The only thing on his mind was getting to Draco.
By the time Harry reached them, Draco had turned slightly, his smirk deepening when he saw Harry approaching, his eyes gleaming with that infuriating smugness that made Harry want to hex him right there in the middle of the ballroom.
"Potter," Draco drawled, his voice smooth, casual, as if he hadn't just been driving Harry mad for the past hour. "Enjoying the ball?"
Harry's eyes flicked to the witch for a brief moment, and she seemed to sense the tension in the air. With a polite smile, she excused herself, leaving Harry and Draco alone in the small, dimly lit alcove by the wall.
Draco didn't say anything at first, just arched one elegant eyebrow, his smirk never wavering. "You look upset."
Harry's hand shot out, grabbing Draco by the wrist and pulling him roughly toward the nearest door. "We need to talk," Harry muttered, his voice tight, leaving no room for argument.
Draco allowed himself to be dragged away, not putting up much of a fight, though Harry could feel the tension in his body, could see the amusement dancing in his eyes. It only made Harry angrier. He's enjoying this.
They didn't stop until they reached a private room down the hall from the ballroom, a storage room used for extra decorations and event supplies. As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, Harry shoved Draco against the wall, his hands gripping the lapels of Draco's robes tightly.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Harry growled, his breath coming in short, angry bursts as he glared at Draco.
Draco's smirk only widened, his voice infuriatingly calm. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Potter. I was simply enjoying the evening."
Harry's grip tightened, his fingers bunching the fabric of Draco's robes. "Bullshit. You knew exactly what you were doing. You were flirting with her—right in front of me."
Draco chuckled, his gray eyes gleaming with mischief. "So what if I was? Does it bother you, Potter? Does it make you jealous?"
Harry's jaw clenched so hard it hurt, his chest heaving with barely contained anger. He wanted to deny it, wanted to tell Draco that he didn't care, but the truth was burning inside him, too hot to ignore. "Yes," Harry hissed through gritted teeth. "It fucking bothers me."
Draco's smirk faltered for just a second, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he hadn't expected Harry to admit it so easily. But then the smugness returned, stronger than ever. "Good," Draco said softly, his voice like silk. "That's what I wanted."
Harry didn't wait for him to elaborate. He crushed his mouth against Draco's in a brutal, punishing kiss, all the anger, all the jealousy pouring out of him in a single, desperate motion. Draco gasped into the kiss, his hands coming up to grip Harry's shoulders, but he didn't push him away. If anything, Draco pulled him closer, pressing his body against Harry's, his lips parting to allow Harry's tongue inside.
The kiss was rough, full of teeth and heat, a battle for dominance that neither of them was willing to lose. Harry's hand slid down Draco's body, fisting into the fabric of his robes, yanking them open with a rough tug. Draco moaned softly into his mouth, his hips grinding against Harry's in a way that made Harry's blood race.
"You're such a fucking tease," Harry growled against Draco's lips, his hands fumbling with the fastenings of Draco's trousers, his need too urgent, too overwhelming to wait. "You like driving me mad, don't you?"
Draco's breath hitched, his smirk faltering again as Harry's hand finally freed him, gripping his cock with rough, demanding strokes. "Maybe I do," Draco gasped, his head falling back against the wall as Harry worked him with relentless precision. "But you—fuck, Potter—are so easy to provoke."
Harry's teeth grazed Draco's neck, biting down hard enough to leave a mark, to claim Draco as his. "You think it's funny, don't you? Flirting with her. Making me watch." His hand moved faster, his fingers curling around Draco's length, drawing soft moans from Draco's throat with every stroke.
"I knew you'd—ah—react like this," Draco gasped, his body trembling as Harry pressed him harder against the wall, their bodies flush, the heat between them almost unbearable. "You're so possessive."
"Maybe I am," Harry muttered darkly, his lips brushing against Draco's ear. "But you're mine, Malfoy. No one else gets to touch you."
Draco's breath hitched at Harry's words, his body tensing with anticipation. Harry could feel it—the way Draco shuddered under his touch, the way his fingers gripped at Harry's robes, wanting more. But Harry wasn't about to give him the satisfaction so easily. Not after what Draco had done tonight, not after pushing his buttons just to get a reaction.
With a firm, rough motion, Harry shoved Draco down to his knees, his hand tangling in Draco's pale hair, holding him in place. Draco looked up at him, eyes wide but gleaming with that familiar arrogance, even now. But Harry wasn't going to let Draco take control. Not tonight.
"You think you can just flirt with someone else and get away with it?" Harry growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You think you can play with me like that?"
Draco's smirk was still there, even as he knelt in front of Harry, looking up at him with those sharp, silver eyes. "Maybe I just like watching you lose control," Draco murmured, his voice a soft purr. "It's rather exhilarating."
Harry's grip tightened in Draco's hair, tugging his head back slightly, forcing him to meet his gaze. "Then you're going to make it up to me," Harry hissed, his free hand moving to the front of his trousers. "Suck it. Because that's all the lube you're going to get."
Draco's eyes widened for a moment, his breath catching in his throat as Harry unzipped his trousers, pulling out his cock, already hard and throbbing with need. Without waiting for a response, Harry pressed the tip of his cock against Draco's lips, his hand still fisted in Draco's hair, guiding him forward.
"Suck it," Harry commanded again, his voice rough, his body trembling with the intensity of the moment.
Draco hesitated for only a second before parting his lips, his mouth hot and eager as he took Harry's length inside. His tongue moved expertly, swirling around the head, his lips tightening as he began to suck, slow and deliberate at first, teasing Harry with the same maddening pace he'd used earlier.
Harry groaned, his hips bucking forward involuntarily as Draco's mouth took him deeper, his tongue tracing the underside of Harry's cock in a way that made Harry's knees nearly buckle. The wet heat of Draco's mouth, the way his cheeks hollowed as he sucked, the soft, filthy sounds of Draco's mouth working him—all of it was driving Harry wild.
He tightened his grip in Draco's hair, guiding him, forcing him to take more, pushing his cock deeper into Draco's throat. Draco moaned around him, the vibrations sending shockwaves through Harry's body, and Harry's control slipped further, his hips thrusting forward, fucking Draco's mouth with a rough, relentless rhythm.
"Fuck, Draco," Harry groaned, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Draco swallowed around him, his throat tightening just enough to push Harry to the edge. "You're so fucking good at this."
Draco moaned again, his hands gripping Harry's thighs as he let Harry control the pace, his lips sliding up and down Harry's length, his tongue working in tandem with every thrust. He looked up at Harry through his lashes, eyes dark with lust, taking everything Harry gave him without complaint.
But Harry wasn't going to let it end like this. As much as Draco's mouth felt incredible, Harry had something else in mind.
With a sharp tug, Harry pulled Draco off his cock, the wet pop of Draco's lips releasing him echoing through the small room. Draco gasped for breath, his lips swollen and slick, his hair a mess from where Harry had gripped it. His eyes were glazed with arousal, his body trembling, but Harry wasn't done with him yet.
"Turn around," Harry ordered, his voice low and commanding.
Draco blinked up at him, still breathless, but he didn't hesitate. Slowly, he turned, bracing himself against the wall, his back arched, his trousers still hanging loosely around his hips. Harry's eyes roamed over him, taking in the sight of Draco bent over, vulnerable, waiting for him.
Harry didn't waste any time. He stepped up behind Draco, his hands gripping Draco's hips roughly, positioning him just right. His cock was still wet from Draco's mouth, slick enough to push inside, but it wasn't going to be gentle. Not tonight.
Draco gasped as Harry pressed the head of his cock against his entrance, the pressure building as Harry pushed forward, slowly, steadily. Draco's breath hitched, his fingers clenching against the wall as Harry stretched him, the slickness from earlier the only thing easing the way.
"Fuck—" Draco groaned, his body tensing as Harry slid deeper, filling him completely.
Harry's hands gripped Draco's hips harder, pulling him back onto his cock, thrusting into him with a rough, relentless motion. The heat, the tightness—it was overwhelming, and Harry couldn't hold back anymore. His pace quickened, his thrusts deep and brutal, his body slamming against Draco's with a force that made the other man moan loudly, the sound echoing through the small room.
"You like this, don't you?" Harry growled, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he fucked Draco hard, his cock driving into him again and again. "You like being used like this."
Draco's response was a broken moan, his body trembling under the onslaught, his head falling forward as he braced himself against the wall. "Yes—fuck—Harry, yes," Draco gasped, his voice strained with pleasure, his hips rocking back to meet each of Harry's thrusts.
Harry's fingers dug into Draco's skin, his grip bruising, possessive. "You're mine, Malfoy. Don't forget it."
Draco's body clenched around him at the words, and Harry groaned, his pace becoming erratic, more desperate. The room was filled with the sounds of their bodies slapping together, of Draco's ragged breaths and Harry's low, guttural groans.
"Harder," Draco gasped, his voice shaky but demanding. "Fuck me harder."
Harry didn't need to be told twice. He thrust into Draco with everything he had, his hips slamming into Draco's arse, driving his cock deep inside, hitting that perfect spot that made Draco cry out, his body arching, his hands scrabbling for purchase on the wall.
Harry's hand slipped around Draco's waist, wrapping around his cock and stroking him in time with his thrusts, his grip firm, relentless. Draco moaned loudly, his body trembling violently as he was pushed closer to the edge, his breath coming in ragged, broken gasps.
"I'm going to come," Draco gasped, his voice barely more than a breathless moan. "Fuck, Harry, I'm—"
Harry's own release was building fast, the tight heat around him, the way Draco's body took him, the sound of Draco's voice—everything was pushing him toward the brink. His hand moved faster, his hips thrusting harder, more erratically, his entire body trembling with the effort of holding on.
And then, with a final, desperate cry, Draco came, his body shuddering violently, his cock pulsing in Harry's hand as he spilled over Harry's fingers, his release coating the wall in front of him. His body clenched around Harry, and that was all it took for Harry to lose control.
With a deep, guttural groan, Harry thrust into Draco one last time, his release hitting him hard, his body trembling as he spilled inside Draco, his grip tightening on Draco's hips as he rode out the waves of his orgasm.
For a long moment, they stayed like that, both of them panting, gasping for breath, their bodies trembling with the aftermath. Harry's forehead rested against Draco's back, his hands still gripping Draco's hips, their bodies still connected.
When Harry finally pulled out, his legs felt weak, his mind spinning from the intensity of it all. Draco slumped forward, his breath still ragged, his body spent. Slowly, he turned to look at Harry, his silver eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"Well," Draco said, his voice hoarse but amused. "I think we've established just how possessive you are."
Harry snorted, leaning back against the wall, still trying to catch his breath. "Shut up, Malfoy."
Draco smirked, pulling his trousers back up, though his legs still trembled slightly. "Make me."
Harry rolled his eyes, but there was a small, satisfied smile tugging at his lips. As he zipped up his own trousers and straightened his robes, he glanced over at Draco, his expression softening.
"We should probably get back to the ball before someone notices we're gone," Harry muttered, though the last thing he wanted to do was face the crowd again.
Draco's smirk widened. "Oh, I'm sure they've noticed by now. But that's half the fun, isn't it?"
Harry shook his head, laughing softly despite himself. "You're impossible."
Draco stepped closer, his fingers brushing against Harry's arm, his voice low, teasing. "And you love it."
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Next kinks:
Day 1: Jealous Sex
Day 2: Blindfold
Day 3: Bite Marks
Day 4: Bathtub Sex
Day 5: Magic Bondage
Day 6: Handcuffs
Day 7: Voyeurism
Day 8: Spanking