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Draco wouldn’t consider himself a jealous man. Jealous implied he desired something someone else had, but if he wanted something, he sure as hell made sure to fucking get it. So, no, Draco wasn’t jealous . A more accurate term was possessive . Yes , possessiveness was that ungodly feeling burning in him as he watched Theo laughing at whatever stupid statement Cormac said. Fucking Cormac McLaggen. The right prick was nowhere near worthy of breathing near Theo, much less putting his grimy hand on Theo’s arm—the arm Draco held every bloody night.
This was going to be a problem.
Theo didn’t even remove Mclaggen’s hand from him. Fuck no. Draco didn’t like to share—never did; blame the only child in him or whatever. The point was Theodore fucking Nott knew that. He knew Draco didn’t take kindly to others touching what was his, smiling at what was his, breathing near what was his.
Draco wasn’t an idiot; he knew exactly what the pompous wizard was doing. He should have expected Theo to do something so cretinous after he had called him a friend in front of their peers. It wasn’t a bloody lie, he and Theo were friends. Yes, they had sex, and yes, Theo slept in his bed every night, but Draco didn’t feel the need to put a label on whatever was happening between them. Theo, the ever-so-softie, disagreed, and being the right tosser he was, the brunette challenged Draco. His argument? If they were just friends, then Draco shouldn’t care if he had brought someone to the party. Complete bollocks, right? Of course, he fucking cared. Theo was his just as much as he was Theo’s. But he couldn’t bloody well say no—they were just friends, after all. So, with an unbothered snicker, Draco lied. In all honesty, he didn’t believe Theo would actually do it; he always threatened Draco with some ridiculous ploy. How was he meant to know Theo was serious this time?
It was impossible to think that whatever McLaggen was saying was so bloody interesting that Theo had only looked away from the sandy-blonde once in the last twenty minutes. The Gryffindor was a tool and had the sharpness of a spoon; there was absolutely nothing he could be saying to Theo that would be remotely intriguing. So, then, why hasn’t he looked away? Draco had to find out just what McLaggen was saying that had all of Theo’s attention.
Draco tossed back the half-filled cup of Firewhiskey, the burning sensation not affecting him like the previous five drinks, as he made his way toward Theo and McLaggen.
“Theodore,” Draco sneered. He tried not to be affected by the sweet smell of cigarettes and cherry that lingered in his mind whenever Theo was near.
Theo smiled, the glint of excited curiosity shining behind his beautiful green eyes. Bloody prick was waiting for this. “Draco.” He turned his attention back to the wizard next to him, “Cormac, this is my friend Draco. Draco, this is Cormac.”
Cormac lifted his hand in front of Draco, “Pleasure.”
Draco looked at the grubby hand in front of him. It made sense to Draco why the tosser never made the Gryffindor quidditch team; his hands were small and too smooth. Even if this prick came close to touching Theo– which he wouldn’t –his wizard would only be disappointed and left unsatisfied. Draco lifted his hand, placing it into Cormac’s, giving it a firm grip. “McLaggen.”
A simmering of anger bubbled in Draco’s chest when he noticed Cormac place a delicate arm around Theo’s shoulder. Draco was about to suggest the prick remove his hand, but Theo lightly shook off his arm. “I’m going to use the loo.” The brunette said before giving Draco a warning look, “I’ll be right back.”
Theo’s threatening look was for nothing. Draco had no desire to converse with the dimwit wizard once Theo took his leave. He intently watched as Theo walked up the stairs and once he saw his shadow disappear, he left in the same direction without saying a word to Cormac.
When Draco entered the restroom, Theo was standing smugly over the sink, his eyes not leaving the steady stream of water as he spoke,
“Draco.”
“Are you quite done with your little charade?” He locked the door behind him, ensuring no one could interrupt them.
The edges of Theo’s lips pulled up, forming that little dimple on his right cheek—Draco wanted to kiss it off. How dare he smile and look fucking handsome?
“I don’t know what you’re referring to.” He turned towards Draco, leaning against the sink. His stance was all too welcoming, so Draco stepped forward, shortening the space between them. If there was one thing about his wizard, Theo certainly was stubborn, maybe even more so than himself.
“Is that right?” He hissed at the brunette, taking another five steps forward, crowding Theo against the sink. He lifted his hand, skimming his fingers over Theo’s arm, just enough to cause chills. “So I am to assume you are truly into McLaggen?”
“Cormac is a friend…you know, like we are just friends?” Theo batted his eyes, trying to appear unaffected by the delicate touches being placed along his skin, but Draco could see the thick bulge forming behind the brunette’s trousers.
Draco shook his head, a complacent smirk painting his face. He should punish Theo for even thinking of comparing him with Cormac, but he knew he was trying to get a rise from him. Two could play this game. He leaned down, allowing his lips to brush over Theo’s ear, as his hand slowly ran up his thigh towards his hardening length.
“Like we are? I doubt that. For one, I’m sure he hasn’t had the pleasure of touching this ,” he gripped his cock over his trousers, enticing a low hiss to sip off Theo’s tongue.
“The night is still young,” Theo choked, speaking as if he wasn’t already at Draco’s mercy, acting as if it wasn’t taking every inch of his power not to succumb to Draco’s skillful hands.
He knew Theo was trying to get a reaction from him. And bloody hell, it was fucking working. The thought of Cormac coming anywhere close to touching his wizard irked him. His free hand slid down toward Theo’s hip, pushing him firmly against the sink.
“He will not touch what’s mine, Theodore, understood?”
Theo, being the stubborn prick he was, decided to test Draco even further. “Well, it depends. What’s yours?”
All of you, Draco thought about saying, but he had a better idea. The sides of his lips tugged mischievously, and he leaned closer to the ungiving brunette. Theo shook, his hips buckling into Draco’s teasing palm.
Draco brushed his lips against his neck, licking the sensitive spot just over the jugular. “This neck is mine.”
He sunk his teeth into Theo, earning himself a delightful moan from the wizard pressed against him. He smirked and planted a smooth, wet kiss over the mark, soothing any pain before continuing his journey on the other side of Theo’s neck.
His own cock twitching behind his trousers as he ground himself into Theo. His lips attached to Theo’s, basking in the burning taste of Firewhiskey, cherries, and cigarettes.
“These lips are mine, ” Draco nipped the smooth layer of skin between his teeth, just enough for a small tangy taste of blood to fill his mouth. His cock jumped at the feel of Theo’s tongue running over the cut.
“Anything else yours?” Theo huskily smiled against his mouth.
Draco pulled his face away from Theo and gripped his chestnut curls, forcing Theo to look at him. “Yes,” he hissed, moving his hand to the band of Theo’s trousers. In fixed movements, he unhooked the single button that was preventing him from his destination, sliding his hand into Theo’s bottoms without hesitation. A sense of pride burned within him when he found Theo was already leaking, fucking crying for his touch. He happily obliged to the sweet demand of the desperate cock, rolling his thumb over the bead of slick and smoothing it over the throbbing head.
“This cock is mine.” He wrapped his fingers around Theo’s length, stroking his wizard with the firm, slow movements that always made the brunette tremble.
Theo’s frenzied moans bounced off the bathroom walls, causing Draco’s hardness behind his trousers to ache with desperation. He mercilessly gripped Theo’s hip, his working hand never losing contact as he turned the wizard toward the sink.
Theo's eyes met him in the reflection of the mirror, green irises blown with unimaginable lust. With one hand, he shoved Theo’s bottoms low enough that the brunette was exposed and at his mercy. He erratically stroked Theo’s cock as he lowered his own trousers and trunks. His cock sprung out of confinement, sliding against Theo in its wake. He removed his hand from Theo’s length.
“These curves are mine,” he traced down the brunette’s mesmerizing hips, stopping at the pumpkin-shaped birthmark on Theo’s arse. He kneeled down to press a delicate kiss onto the pumpkin before bringing himself back up.
With his hands on each side of Theo, he pried open his cheeks. The curly-haired wizard intently watched him, his green-eyed gaze unwavering. Draco sent him a cunning smirk from the mirror before spitting a thick drop of saliva into the awaiting rim.
“This arse is mine.” Draco pressed a single digit into Theo, effortlessly pumping it into the tight bud before adding another. As he worked to open up his wizard, he brought his free hand to Theo’s mouth.
“Spit,” he huskily demanded, a smile forming as the brunette automatically did what he was told, leaving a generous coat of saliva on his palm. Theo groaned as the wet hand found its way back to his cock, sliding down his length at the same pace the fingers pumped into his gaping hole. Draco’s own cock twitched as he prepared Theo, pushing his fingers against the pulsing walls, making sure to hit the delicate spot that left Theo whining.
By the time he added a third finger, Theo was a sobbing mess. The brunette wizard’s cheeks completely flushed, his tearing eyes hooded with lustful blinks, his cock leaking with thin strands of pre-come.
He was bloody perfect.
Draco removed both his working, placing one on Theo’s hips and the other around his own cock. He lined himself up with the readied hole.
“Whose are you?” He drawled, his eyes challenging Theo through the reflection.
“Yours.” A smirk painted over Draco’s face with the unhesitant confirmation.
“Mine,” he thrust forward, carefully pushing himself into Theo.
“Gods, Draco,” Theo groaned in pleasure, throwing his head back, making himself perfectly arched and at Draco’s mercy.
Lovely. Fucking lovely.
Draco pushed himself deeper into the panting wizard, delicately stretching him until he had completely bottomed out. He halted, taking a few seconds to adjust to the tightness around his cock, also giving Theo a few seconds to adjust to the fullness. Which was completely unnecessary because the impatient prick deemed it so. His rigid ring clung onto Draco’s cock, demanding movement.
“I didn’t say stop,” Theo hissed, his green eyes piercing Draco through the reflection.
Cheeky bastard.
Draco fiercely dug his fingers into the soft skin, marking it with all the possession running through his veins. Mine. He gave into demanding wizard, ramming his hips into him indelicately, making sure to fuck the impudence right out of him. From the mirror, Draco could see Theo’s cock swinging from the forceful thrust Draco gave him.
“Fuck–fuck, Draco, fuck,” Theo mindlessly muttered unintentional profanity–something that happens only when Draco was buried in the depths of his arse.
“Language, Nott.” Draco teased, knowing bloody well he loved when Theodore spilled incoherent obscenities. He drove himself further into his wizard, increasing the pace of each skilled push.
“Fuck off,” Theo groaned, throwing his head back onto Draco’s shoulder. His eyes closed, unaware of how Draco’s mouth tugged upwards with their found closeness.
He brushed his lips against Theo’s sweaty temple as he reached around the brunette’s hip, wrapping his fingers around the begging cock, matching each stroke with his erratic thrust.
“Theo, are you in there?” McLaggen’s voice echoed from behind the door.
Draco didn’t stop, there was no way he’d stop now—McLaggen be fucking damned—but of course, the right tosser didn’t leave right away. He knocked again. “Theo?”
“Answer him,” Draco hissed, a thick smile forming on his face, knowing Theo would struggle to hold a steady conversation.
“Mhmm,” Theo grunted, barely loud enough to be heard on the other side of the door.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes –Gods, yes. I–I’m fine,” Theo grunted, his breath jagged as his cock began leaking sticky pre-come over Draco’s hand. It wouldn’t be long before he was fully painting the sink with his spunk.
“You don’t sound okay? Can I come in?”
Draco’s fingers found their place around Theo’s neck, tilting it to the side, and making room for his mouth to place those messy kisses Theo loved. “Get rid of him,” he whispered into his skin.
“ Fuck, Draaa —no, Cormac, I–I’m busy, I’m–I’m… not feeling– good – fuck,” Theo spoke incoherently, each of his words resembling a slight moan; his mind was complete rubbish.
Draco groaned as his own length vigorously pumped into Theo, begging for release.
“ Fuck–Draco. Don’t stop, please. Need to-come. ” The uncontrollable mewls spilling from the trembling wizard in front of him echoed off the walls, loud enough that Cormac was sure to hear him.
Draco almost felt sorry for the bloke still waiting behind the door, but as Theo’s cock began to throb, signalling his release, his sorrow disappeared. “McLaggen, unless you want to hear my boyfriend coming on my cock, then I suggest you bugger off,” he barked through his teeth. He hoped the Gryffindor was smart enough to follow directions, but in all honesty, he couldn’t care less if the wizard heard–his focus was solely on Theo.
His hold on the pulsing length tightened as he increased the speed of his strokes. He dug his free hand into Theo’s hip, holding him in place as he guided himself further into Theo, “Come for me, baby.”
Like the good boy he was, Theo followed Draco’s command, his cock pulsing as he painted the sink with his come, the sight of Theo finding his release was enough to send him over the edge. Breathless groans and hushed whispers of each other’s names rolled off their tongues as they rode out their orgasms.
Draco kissed the spent wizard’s temple, giving the wet cock a few lazy strokes.
Feeling the exhaustion from his orgasm taking over, he leaned his head onto Theo’s back, not daring to pull himself out of his wizard just yet.
“Boyfriend, huh?” Theo breathily mumbled, chuckling as he lifted his face to the mirror.
Bloody hell. Theo was going to be the fucking death of him.
Draco tilted his head up, running his lips over Theo’s drenched shirt, resting his chin on Theo’s shoulder. Their eyes locked onto each other through the reflection, his cock easing out of Theo’s gaping hole.
“Oh, fuck off,” Draco laughed before kissing the damp chestnut curls. He pulled out his wand, cleaning up the mess they had made. With grace he turned Theo toward him, delicately capturing his lips. Theo hummed into his mouth, leaning into Draco.
Mine.
Draco pulled away, placing a simple kiss on Theo’s nose, “Boyfriend.”