Kinktober, day 10. Telepathic Bond
“Shit! I need—I, I n-need the b-bathroom!” Harry stuttered, standing up and running out of the kitchen of the Burrow, Hermione’s voice already sounding distant as she said, ‘Harry, what happened?’
“Fuck,” Harry murmured once he was safely enclosed in the bathroom, an iron grip on the edges of the sink, his hips uncontrollably jerking forward, searching for friction.
Malfoy’s voice was low, rumbling messily in Harry’s mind, never stopping to breathe. ‘Can you feel it, Potter? Can you feel my tongue on your cock? My hot mouth engulfing it, sucking it…’
Harry took out his cock, grasped it, sent back a half-formed thought. ‘Yes, your mouth, shit, gonna come, keep going.’
Malfoy didn’t hesitate. He drawled, ‘Merlin, how I wish you’d come on my face.’
Harry’s head fell in the crook of his elbow on the sink, his fist tight around his cock, his hips fucking into it. Malfoy’s last words echoing in his mind—Harry came, splashing the floor of the bathroom, biting on his bottom lip.
‘It would be so fucking hot,’ the last thought he sent back to Malfoy.
Malfoy had teased Harry for the last thirty minutes non-stop, his cock achingly trapped in his Auror robes, his nerves alight.
Ron patted his shoulder and opened his mouth—he was probably speaking, but all Harry could hear were Malfoy’s thoughts reverberating in his mind.
‘I’m pushing my fingers in, I can feel them tug at my rim, stretch it, I-damn, I want to feel your cock instead.’
Harry’s head spun and he shook it, spluttering, “R-Ron, another time, I-I, erm.”
“Need the bathroom?” Ron crooked his head, raising a sceptical eyebrow.
Harry nodded, rushing away, feeling his cheeks grow hot. He knew he was acting suspicious lately, but he couldn’t help it — Malfoy’s low voice, his dirty thoughts projected into Harry’s brain were driving him crazy.
Back against the door of the bathroom stall, Harry had barely taken out his cock before he was coming untouched, Malfoy’s moans and ‘yes’, ‘more’, ‘ngh, this feels so bloody good’, making it impossible for Harry to resist.
Ron and Hermione were sitting right in front of him with two identical concerned faces.
“Mate, what’s happening?”
Harry looked at them, chewing on his cheeks. He wanted to tell them, really, Merlin knew how much he needed to share with someone what was happening, but he couldn’t.
“We’re worried, Harry. Are you…” Hermione trailed off, tucking a curl behind her ear. “Are you… struggling with… is there something worrying you lately? Some thoughts, maybe something linked to the War? Sometimes eating becomes hard if—”
Harry choked out, “No! Merlin, no!”, holding out his hands, shaking his head. “I’m fine guys! I just… um, just. Some stomach problems… I’ll see a healer.”
They didn’t seem convinced, but Harry had no choice. He said goodbye, went back to Grimmauld Place, set up a kettle for a hot tea. Sent a thought to Malfoy.
‘Idiot. About our… situation. How did we end up like this?’
‘You’re the Auror, you tell me.’
‘I’m trying to understand who did this to us. No clues so far.’
Silence. Harry thought Malfoy had simply gone to sleep when—
‘Azkaban isn’t fun, Potter. But knowing a rotting Death Eater is the only person who’s been able to make you come in the past two years is. Don’t ruin it. And unzip your trousers…’
Harry closed his eyes. Clenched his fists. How the fuck could Malfoy keep him in check like this?
Harry sighed, unbuttoned his trousers.
‘Make it dirty, Malfoy, at least.’
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