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Harry knew he was late, but it could not be helped, he barely managed to come at all. Only the fact that he couldn’t stay away, made him spout out lies and rush to his ... lover? Fuck-buddy? Drug? Harry didn't know what Malfoy was to him, but he didn't really want to think about it either.

"Oh, that's rich, Potter?" A harsh tone and a glare greeted him the moment Harry entered the apartment. "First, you practically beg me to come here, and now you're late? What, you think I have nothing better to do? You think I'm just waiting for you to contact me? I have a family too —"

Malfoy fell silent when Harry cupped him over his pants — that always shut him up. Harry stroked the hard line of Malfoy's cock, a solid proof that Malfoy didn't mind waiting all that much. But Harry supposed that he still owed Malfoy for nearly standing him up.

"Sit down," Harry said quietly, his throat too constricted for him to manage a louder tone.

Malfoy gave him a heated look. It was hard to tell if he was still annoyed or simply aroused. Probably both.

Malfoy didn't sit down right away, but first he took off his pants and boxers, struck a pose on the bed, spreading his legs and smirking at Harry. He clearly knew how Harry planned to apologize.

Harry swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry, and knelt down in front of the blond, catching Malfoy's gaze and reaching for the hard cock, stroking it with firm slow strokes. Malfoy's pale eyelashes fluttered for a second, but he kept his gaze on Harry.

After a few teasing moments, Harry leaned in and licked the head of the cock with a long circular swipe of his tongue. He then moved even lower, licking from the base to the tip, teasing the sensitive underside. That always made Malfoy shudder. Malfoy didn't disappoint this time either. He gave a tiny gasp, his hand placed on his thigh, forming a fist.

Harry slicked Malfoy's cock with dedication, unable to stop his moans at the feel of warm flesh beneath his tongue. He probably looked debauched, Harry thought, licking Malfoy's cock like his life depended on it. But it didn't make him feel ashamed, but rather, it made him shiver with want.

Harry engulfed the head of the cock, sucking lightly, Malfoy now gasping above him. He relaxed his throat and pushed his head down, swallowing, swallowing, trying not to choke, and feeling his throat muscles give way to the intrusion.

Harry's nose hit the coarse blond hair and inhaling the musky scent; he shivered and groaned, feeling inexplicably proud that he managed to take all of it in. Harry took a moment to calm down his breathing and convulsive swallows, and then he reached down with one hand, unzipped his pants, and grabbed his cock firmly.

Malfoy was panting hard, his hands were in Harry's hair, caressing instead of pushing, and that was probably the scariest thing of all that was happening between them. But in spite of the irrational fear of Malfoy's gentle, caressing hands, Harry was blind with need.

He lifted his head a little, applying suction, and then swallowed back down. Malfoy murmured Harry's name and Harry wondered if Malfoy was even aware of that.

It took a while for Harry to find a rhythm, but soon, there was nothing but hot flesh in his mouth, tickling hairs that were touching his nose, and tingling in his lips, as he moved his head up and down at the same time that he worked his cock in the exact same rhythm.

Through the rushing sounds in his ears and the hard beating of his heart, Harry could hear Malfoy pant and moan, and occasionally whisper Harry's name. Malfoy's hands were still in Harry's hair, caressing, albeit wildly now, almost desperately.

Harry felt that he was close and he wanted to make it last, but he couldn’t move his hand or his mouth away. He was driven by pure desire, and instead of slowing down, he sped up, knowing that afterwards his voice would sound scratchy, and his lips would be so red he would have to heal them.

Harry tried to hold off, waiting for Malfoy, and he groaned in relief as Malfoy's hand gripped his hair harder — a sign that Malfoy was just as close.

Harry's hand was moving frantically, pulling his cock with harsh, jerking moves, and he fought to keep his head movements steady and rhythmic as pleasure rushed through him. Not able to scream Harry hummed and choked around Malfoy's cock, making Malfoy stiffen and shudder.

Harry kept swallowing, even as he came, and even as the hot rush of bitter taste filled his mouth. He still swallowed greedily, not missing a drop, as Malfoy cursed and gasped.

Slowly, Harry came to his senses, released the softening cock from his mouth, and waved his wand to clean his hand and pants, making himself presentable. He looked up at Malfoy, who was already fully dressed, but still breathing shallowly.

"Still upset?" Harry asked, just a little bit of cockiness in his scratchy voice

Malfoy didn't answer, just grabbed the back of Harry's head, and pulled him up for a bruising kiss, coloured with desperation as though this was their last time together. Harry responded, loving this too much, sucking on the tongue that seemed determined to mark every corner of Harry's mouth as its territory.

They parted eventually and Malfoy breathed out, "You can be late next time as well."

Harry grinned, relief washing over him. Malfoy had said the magic words, for which Harry feared that one day, wouldn't be said.

But for now — there would be next time.