*Third person p.o.v*
Draco's pov three times in a row? Of course!
Draco opened the door to his and Potter's dorm, and when he spotted Potter by his, not his own, but Draco's bed, he raised his eyebrows.
Potter had his back turned to him, and was wearing a sweatshirt that was most certainly not his own.
It was dark green, and had 'Malfoy 07' Written on the back.
It was too big for him. The sleeves were way too long, and it went to Potter's thighs, grazing his pajama pants.
..Oh, god, Potter looked just..
"Why are you wearing my sweatshirt?" Draco blurted out, and Potter quickly turned around at the sound of his voice.
"What?" Said Potter, "Mine are all dirty and this one was on the chair anyways," Potter waved towards their wooden chair by the desk.
Fuck. Potter was so innocent and Draco was so fucked.
Potter just looked so.. Fuck, okay, Draco had to calm himself now.
He looked almost like he wanted to be Draco's.
Draco had always had a desire to make someone entirely his, and made sure everyone knew that whoever that was, was Draco's. And ever since Potter had grown up to be so damned attractive, Draco had dreamt of Potter wearing his clothes, having hickeys on his neck that Draco had left there, and everyone being aware not to try anything with Potter, because if they did, they knew Draco would kill them.
"It's way too big," Draco pointed out, in hopes Potter would get the hint and take it off. Draco wanted Potter to wear his clothing, of course, especially one that had Draco's name imprinted on it.
But couldn't Potter see how odd it was? Him wearing his sweatshirt?
Wearing each others clothes is something couples do, and even though Potter looked absolutely ravishing, and Draco almost had to restrain himself from just walking over there and begin to grope and touch and kiss Potter, it wasn't something people who were 'just friends' or.. Well, whatever he and Potter were, did.
"I like it," Said Potter then, and casually sat down on Draco's bed. "It smells like you." He smiled so sweetly and innocently, it made Draco's jaw clench.
Potter was messing with him.. Definitely.
Despite the fact that Potter was most likely doing this just to mess with him, or out of pure innocence, the heat in his lower abdomen grew, and more images, that Draco was sure Potter would be disturbed by if he could read his mind, appeared in his head.
"Potter.. What are you doing?" Draco clenched and unclenched his fists. The urge to touch Potter was definitely undying.
"Waiting. I'm tired." Said Potter simply, grabbing the duvet, and crawling under it.
The mental image of Potter with his last name on his back returned, and Draco swallowed hard as he made his way over to the desk instead. Fuck, this stupid fantasy of his was getting out of hand.
"What are you doing?" Came Potter's confused voice from behind him.
Draco pressed a hand against his growing erection in a hurried move, desperately hoping it would just subside. "Er.. Homework."
"Homework? Malfoy, we don't have homework due for another 4 days? I'm tired—"
"You can sleep by yourself, you know?" Draco breathed, closing his eyes and trying — without success— to stop thinking of Potter.
Draco imagined Potter was wearing nothing but the sweatshirt, only waiting for Draco to fuck him.. Maybe even covered in hickeys, too.
"Malfoy," Potter whined, and Draco ran a hand down his face, sighing.
"Potter, not right now." Draco pressed the palm of his hand against the bulge in his trousers again, "Homework."
"Can't it wait? I've been so tired the entire day. I sleep better when you hold me, come on." Potter's voice was still whiny, and it certainly didn't help Draco's problem.
Oh, Draco hated how he could never say no to Potter.
Draco opened his eyes again, and licked his lips nervously, as he then stood up.
Potter was watching him with half-lidded eyes, and scooted to the side when Draco sat down on the bed.
"Thanks." Potter mumbled, wrapping an arm around Draco's waist as he settled beside him.
Potter hooked a leg over him as well, and rested his head on his chest.
—As long as Potter's hands didn't start roaming around, it would be fine.
Draco placed a hand on Potter's back, feeling the familiar fabric. Whatever was Potter trying to do to him?
Draco couldn't stop the images of Potter moaning wantonly whilst begging, still wearing that damned sweatshirt, and squirming desperately in Draco's grip, from entering his mind.
Draco had always been possessive over his 'partners', but when it came to Potter it was something else.
He wanted Potter to be his, all his, and he wanted everyone to know who Potter belonged to.
He wanted to be able to kiss Potter like no one else was able to, and touch him like no one else ever had.
And, fuck it all, Draco's mind was fucked up, because he couldn't stop himself from imagining Potter smelling like him and Potter wearing his clothing in public so everywhere he went, they knew he was Draco's.
The urge to wank was crazy, and Draco only prayed Potter would fall asleep quickly so he could slip out of bed and do it.
Potter suddenly stirred just beside him, and his hand went from Draco's waist to his abdomen in a swift movement.
Draco almost cursed.
He shifted on the bed, trying to get Potter to move his hand further up.
And it worked.
Potter's hand went up to his chest, and he laid still for a couple of seconds, but apparently, that wasn't good enough, and then Potter's hand slid further down and..
Draco tried not to let his heart beat out of his chest when Potter felt his very noticeable erection, and stopped moving.
Draco tried to act like nothing happened, and merely just hugged Potter tighter, hoping he, somehow, hadn't felt it.
Potter was silent a couple of moments, and Draco tried to find out what to say; how to explain why he was so fucking hard. Because Potter had gone completely still in his arms.
But then, Draco felt him play with the buttons on his trousers.
Oh.
Oh, fuck.
When Draco didn't do anything immediately, Potter tugged impatiently at the waistband, waiting.
Draco began doing small circles of consent on Potter's back, feeling a rush of anticipation go through his body as his other hand came up to run through his hair.
Potter was quick to unbutton his trousers eagerly without saying anything, unzipping them as well and slipped his hand down his boxers.
Draco closed his eyes, feeling Potter's fingers close around his shaft, leaning his head back against the pillow.
Oh, god. Whatever was Draco going to do when Potter moved back to the Gryffindors?
Potter began palming him, and when Draco felt him move, he opened his eyes and found Potter was slowly crawling further and further down under the duvet.
"Potter.." Draco breathed, his hand not leaving Potter's hair, only tugging slightly at it.
"Mhm," Potter hummed distractedly as response, as he pushed both Draco's boxers and trousers down.
"You.."
Draco tried to tell him that he wasn't supposed to do this, that blowjobs still weren't a part of the deal, that Potter should control himself, but he couldn't seem to find the words.
How was he supposed to tell Potter to control himself when Potter was going to give him fucking head? No way in hell Draco could say no to that, especially when Potter had proved himself to be so good at it yesterday.
Potter finally looked up at him as he settled between his legs, and Draco pushed the duvet out of the way so he could see him better.
Potter took the head of Draco's cock in his mouth at first, fuck, Potter just looked so pretty like this, whilst blinking slowly and sleepily up at him.
Poor Potter. He was still so tired.
When Potter then began moving his head up and down, Draco groaned, tugging harder at Potter's hair, trying to refrain himself from thrusting up into the tired boys mouth.
Potter looked so concentrated, and his eyes were fixated on Draco's face. He looked as though he was searching for approval, or was trying to figure out what to do to get a reaction. Oh, he was just perfect.
"You're gorgeous, you know?" Said Draco then, unable to stop himself.
Potter blinked, his eyebrows raising, and suddenly Draco was very grateful that Potter couldn't speak, because the questioning look in his eyes almost made Draco nervous.
But then, Potter wiped the surprised look off his face, and instead picked up the pace. Draco took it as a thank you.
Potter had apparently gotten his approval, and as Draco moaned loudly, his hands clenching in Potter's messy hair, Potter seemed to be concentrating on getting everything right again.
And Draco helped him. He tried to get Potter to focus on the head, pulling him slightly upward by his hair. Potter gave him a quick look of confusion again, though he did as instructed anyway, and when Draco's hips jerked for a moment at the pleasure, and he leaned his head further back against the pillow whilst moaning and panting excessively, Potter seemed to understand.
Potter continued to do as Draco just had taught him, focusing on the head for a while, before going back to bobbing his head up and down, and Potter being such a fast learner made Draco ponder what else he could teach him.
But then, Potter stopped the good work. Draco immediately snapped his head back up when he felt Potter's hand take over instead. "Is it because of the sweatshirt?" Asked Potter, his voice raspy.
Draco wondered just how Potter had gotten the idea to ask him this in the middle of it all. "Why does that matter? Continue,"
Potter smiled at him, still trying to keep his eyes open. "I told you I liked the size difference, it's only fair."
"Fuck it, yes. Yes, it is because of that." Draco admitted hurriedly, hoping it would make Potter carry on.
And Potter did, though, he only licked at the head momentarily, making Draco groan. His hand slowed as well; "You think i'm gorgeous?"
Draco tried not to give in to the blush that threatened to spread on his face. Potter was looking at him with a cocky smile on his face.
"Heat of the moment," Draco mumbled.
He tugged at Potter's hair, motioning for him to go on, and Potter's smile widened.
Draco considered begging, actually begging, Potter was going to be the death of him, but then, Potter forced himself to stop smiling and took his cock in his mouth again.
Draco accidentally thrust his hips upward as he moaned in relief, but luckily Potter managed to move back just slightly before he gagged. Draco knew potter was too tired today for him to push his head or make him gag, so after that Draco did his hardest not to do anything besides panting and moaning, running his fingers through Potter's hair, and bite his lips.
When Potter then used his hand to push Draco's shirt slightly up, Draco tried to concentrate on both figuring out what the hell Potter was playing at now and trying not to orgasm into Potter's warm mouth.
But Draco didn't need to question him, because then Potter placed an experimental hand on his abs, and then felt his way around.
Draco had had other sexual partners who'd loved his trained stomach, though Draco had never taken Potter to be one to like or even notice something such as that. Or, maybe Potter was one to notice something like that, but Draco hadn't thought he'd notice, or think about after noticing, something like that about him.
Potter then began moving his head up and down more vigorously, and Draco moaned all the whilst trying to keep his hips from jerking violently.
All Draco could think of was different sorts of compliments he could give Potter. All he wanted to do was tell Potter just how fucking pretty he was, and just how fucking turned on he made Draco, and how badly Draco wanted him.
Surely Potter would get the biggest ego-boost if he knew exactly what Draco thought of him all the time, admired him all the time, though Draco really didn't care. Truthfully, it would only make him feel content that he'd given Potter more confidence, even if he didn't need it.
He just wanted Potter to know how beautiful he was, especially like this, and how fucking much Draco wished he could have this everyday.
"Potter," Draco then breathed warningly when he felt his orgasm nearing, and Draco closed his eyes tightly.
Potter didn't move, like yesterday, and Draco cursed when he felt Potter trying to deepthroat him again.
Draco came with a loud moan into his mouth, Potter was a fucking wet dream come true, his hand twisting in Potter's hair, and he thought briefly if it hurt Potter when he tugged so harshly at his hair.
Draco tried to catch his breath dazedly as Potter pulled back, swallowing and licking his lips, and then simply came up to lie beside him again. Potter watched as Draco put his boxers back on and kicked his trousers off the bed.
When Draco looked at Potter, he found him way closer than expected, and Potter was smirking mischievously at him. Draco figured it was both because Potter had gotten new confidence now that he knew that he was good at giving head, Draco was sure he'd made it obvious, and because of what Draco had said earlier.
Draco kissed him to get the look off his face.
Potter leaned backwards first, probably being caught off guard, but when Draco cupped his face and turned further so he could kiss him properly, Potter came closer again.
Potter kissed him back, pulling Draco closer by his shirt. Draco could taste the lingering salty taste on Potter's tongue.
When Potter decided that Draco was close enough, Draco felt him let go of his shirt, and after a couple of seconds, his hand brushed against Draco's lower-abdomen. Once more, Potter slid his hand up his shirt.
Draco allowed it, and only smiled against his lips, kissing him harder.
Draco could kiss Potter for the rest of his life, and never get tired. It felt surreal each time, and Draco couldn't stop himself from smiling. Finally being able to kiss Potter, even if Potter wasn't entirely himself, made Draco feel all too giddy.
Draco pulled slightly back, breathing heavily against Potter's lips. "What am I going to do when you move out?" He spoke his thoughts aloud, his eyes still closed and his hand still on Potter's soft cheek.
"Don't know." Potter mumbled back shortly, and leaned in to kiss him again.
Draco leaned forward, and Potter made a small humming sound as he was pushed back against the pillows.
Then, the angle was too awkward for Potter to be able to have his hand under his shirt; Draco was half-on top of him and propped up on his one elbow on the mattress, so instead, Potter's hand went to grope Draco's arms.
It seemed Potter wanted to try to touch him everywhere today. Not that Draco was complaining.
Potter usually had his hands on the back of his neck, but now Potter was touching his chest, stomach, arms, anywhere he could reach.
Draco bit down on Potter's bottom lip, and nearly fell off the bed at the small moan Potter let out. If only Potter knew what he fucking did to him.
It was Potter's turn to pull away, and when Draco opened his eyes, Potter was already looking at him.
The blush that appeared on Potter's face as he then spoke was admirable; "..You're a really good kisser."
Draco smirked, leaning back to lie beside Potter again as Potter turned so he was still facing him. "I've been told that before,"
Potter suddenly frowned, "You've kissed other people?"
Draco couldn't help but smile at the sad look on Potter's face. "Yes?"
Potter looked so adorable. Tired, frowning and flushed.
Potter moved closer to him on the bed, and then began fiddling with Draco's shirt shyly, "..I hadn't kissed anyone before you."
Draco couldn't possibly have been happier with something that could've come out of Potter's mouth. "Really?" He couldn't keep the giddy tone out of his voice.
So Potter was as inexperienced as Draco had guessed. Though, he was more inexperienced than he'd thought.
Knowing no one had ever kissed Potter before, had Potter pull them closer to him or felt Potter's lips move against theirs, had the possessive feeling Draco already had towards Potter grow.
Oh, it felt so good. He was Potter's first kiss.
Potter nodded, still not looking him in the eyes. "I mean, I get a lot of fan mail, and I know a lot of people would be dying to kiss me, but.."
Draco's stomach felt warm with happiness. "It's never been anyone you've wanted to kiss?"
Potter shook his head, and Draco couldn't help but notice how shy he suddenly seemed.
He wondered if Potter was even aware just how good of a kisser he was; Draco even thought he'd had practice and had kissed multiple people before him. "You're a natural, then."
"Really?" Asked Potter quickly, and finally looked up at Draco.
"I would've taught you that too by now, if you hadn't been." Said Draco, and Draco saw how Potter was trying to hide the big grin he was wearing. It made Draco's heart swell at the thought of Potter smiling like that because of him.
Potter didn't answer, he only nudged Draco weakly whilst looking adorably shy, and moved closer again. He trapped Draco in a hug and buried his face in Draco's chest.
Draco smiled so widely that his cheeks hurt.
Draco placed one of his hands on Potter's back, and took the hand that was clutching Draco's shirt, in his own.
Draco listened to Potter's breathing as he drew small calming patterns on the back of Potter's hand.
Just as Draco thought that this was when Potter was going to fall sleep, and it was time to simply just lay and adore the sleeping boy snuggled up to him, Draco heard a small; "Malfoy?"
Potter sounded like he was on the brink of falling asleep. "Mhm?"
"Would you mind it if I wear this tomorrow? Your sweatshirt, I mean. It's just.. Really comfortable." Said Potter shyly.
Draco didn't answer right away, and so Potter was quick to add; "When classes are over, of course."
Draco wouldn't mind it if Potter wore it in classes. He wouldn't even mind it if Potter wore it everywhere he went.
"I don't see why not. It looks better on you, anyway." Draco answered, trying to keep the way too happy tone out of his voice.
Draco felt Potter give his hand a squeeze, and when a couple more minutes passed, he heard Potter's small snores.
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Word count: 3276
A/N:
Two chapters up today due to the story hitting 150k! Thank you so much. <3
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