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It was already the fifth day that Harry had always tried to visit Draco in the Slytherin dormitory, and consequently, it was the fifth day that Malfoy had slammed the door in his boyfriend's face after taking his favorite chocolates from Potter.

Every month, Malfoy had his period, and every month, Harry had no idea what to expect. Sometimes Draco would get cranky and tearful, other times he just wanted to lie down until the pain subsided, sometimes the blond would become listless, and unfortunately for Harry, his boyfriend would get extremely irritable (more so than usual).

And that month, that was the case.

Harry made the mistake of arriving the first night with a bouquet of flowers (Malfoy loved the scent because it calmed him), but that night, Draco looked at Harry in frustration and huffed, slamming the door in his boyfriend's face until he returned with chocolates.

The second night, Potter didn't even consider bringing his pajamas, since Malfoy had kicked him out of his bed the night before. And the blond didn't like it at all that Harry had already set a check-out time before he even entered the room with the chocolates. And so, Draco kicked him out again.

On the third day, Harry didn't even get a plausible explanation. Draco simply said he didn't want to look at him because it made him sick, and since Harry didn't have a uterus to give an opinion, he simply left more chocolates and a little note saying he missed him and to enjoy the sweets.

On the fourth day, Potter thought the 12 labors of Hercules would still be easier than pleasing his boyfriend, who was sullen, stressed, and hexing all the first and second years. But what could Harry do? He loved the blond in every way possible, and he wouldn't give up on pleasing him.

The Gryffindor kept a notebook with several notes about his boyfriend's periods. He liked to give him this extra attention. Hermione always said that Ronald forgot almost everything, that he didn't care, and this somehow made her feel bad. So Harry decided to be the complete opposite. He was a caring boyfriend, after all.

Deciding that this was the last day of Draco's bloody period, Harry went to Hogsmede that Saturday morning. Harry bought everything he could to cheer up the blond. Bath salts, lotions, moisturizers (the ones he found most fragrant), some new lingerie, silk pajamas, and more chocolates.

When he returned to the castle, his arms were full of bags, his stomach was deep with hunger, and the sun was already setting when he crossed all the corridors, heading straight for the dungeons, to the door of Draco's single room.

With his arms full, Harry gave the door two small kicks, hoping Draco would be in a better mood. Within moments, he could hear shuffling footsteps inside until the doorknob turned, revealing a version of the blond Harry hadn't expected to find.

"Dray? Love, why are you crying?" Harry asked worriedly, dropping everything on the floor in one movement.

He could hear what sounded like glass crashing, or even breaking, but he didn't care, not when his boyfriend was crying, cheeks puffy.

Draco was wearing a white silk sweater tied around his waist. His eyes were red, his nose equally irritated, his cheeks puffy with thick tear stains, and his eyes were lighter than usual.

"You didn't come to see me today." He sniffed sadly, his weak voice bordering on irritated, but his lips curved sadly before he turned his back on the dark-haired boy and walked back to bed.

Harry stood there, perplexed by this. He hadn't realized that even though Draco was complaining and asking to be alone, he also wanted to see him. But Potter had been away from the castle all day and had forgotten to tell Malfoy about that detail.

The Gryffindor felt his heart tighten as Draco dabbed his puffy eyes with a linen handkerchief, then sighed, picking up the bags from the floor and entering the warm room.

"Honey, forgive me. I was buying some things I wanted to give you, and I wanted to spend the night with you." Harry tried to explain quietly, without alarming him too much, and Draco looked at him curiously, almost like a crying child, while Potter left all the bags on top of the trunk at the end of the bed.

"But you didn't even tell me, or stop by beforehand. I had to find out from Weasel that you went to Hogsmaid. And look at the time. I spent the whole day alone; it was boring. You came by here at least twice every day." Draco scolded angrily, crossing his arms under his chest and hissing softly, feeling his tender breasts.

"I know. I confess I didn't know it would take so long, and I forgot to tell you…" he began, and Draco was ready to complain again, but Harry stopped him by raising his hand. "But… I haven't stopped thinking about you for a second all day, and everything I bought was exclusively for you." Harry finished with a sweet smile, slowly approaching his boyfriend sitting on the bed, and leaned down, kissing his lips tenderly.

Draco's mouth formed a perfect pout. His eyes had finally stopped leaking, and his cheeks looked healthier. Harry hated seeing him like that, but he couldn't deny that the blond looked incredibly handsome with those big, pleading eyes and puffed-out cheeks.

"Did you really think of me to buy all this?" Draco asked slyly, very quietly. Harry smiled wider and nodded.

"Absolutely! I brought soaps, bath salts, perfume, lotions, hair lotions, pajamas, and lingerie." Everything you like.” He began to list excitedly, pointing to the bags, and Draco looked away curiously, pulling several of them out to open his gifts a little more excitedly. “And most importantly, I brought your favorite Swiss chocolate.” Harry picked up the bag containing two boxes of caramel candies, and Draco wilted again, making the brunette frown in confusion.

“I’m fat, bloated, ugly, I’m going to get a ton of pimples. I can’t eat any more chocolate.” He began to self-deprecate, and Harry shook his head as quickly as he could while Draco held up the new pajamas Harry had given him.

“Honey, no! You’re so beautiful, you’re always perfect. It’s just that this week is more difficult to deal with, and it’s going to end.” Harry tried to calm him, sitting beside him and stroking the long strands that reached his slim waist.

“I’m sensitive, honey, don’t be like that.” Draco complained foolishly, trying to escape Harry's touch. Harry chuckled softly, keeping his hand just above his tailbone. "I'm serious, I feel ugly today, my breasts are swollen, everything is swollen, I haven't even peed properly, I hate bleeding." He finished, staring at the soft fabric in his hands, and Harry watched him silently, trying to memorize every inch of it.

With his free hand, Harry cupped Draco's pointed, thin chin with his thumb and forefinger, bringing his grayish gaze to his with a gentle smile.

"Here's what we'll do: you're going to take a bath just the way you like it, long and hot, with everything I brought for you. Then you're going to put on these fresh pajamas and we'll lie down together, eat chocolates, and I'll cuddle you until you fall asleep," Harry suggested with a winning smile, making Draco look around thoughtfully, and within seconds, he accepted the idea.

"Okay, but you have to wait for me here with everything ready. I'll want to stay in bed and do nothing, and I want your full attention," Draco replied cossetedly, making Harry laugh through the kiss he received from the blond.

"Okay, I'm not going anywhere," Potter replied with a laugh after the blond got up and quickly helped him gather everything he needed.

Draco entered the bathroom with several products and towels, closing the door for privacy while Harry tidied up and put away the rest of the things he bought.

Malfoy didn't like it when Harry saw him naked, or scantily clad, when he was on his period. He always said he looked ugly, swollen, and sore. So whenever he wanted to ask the blond something while he was still in the shower, Potter would ask through the door and continue his work.

Once everything was ready, Harry smiled to himself and changed into his underwear, casting a cleaning charm on his own body. He didn't particularly like using that spell, but he wouldn't leave Malfoy to go take a shower in his dorm; that was enough.

When the brunette lay down on the double bed, he set the chocolates aside for the table beside him, and Draco finally emerged from the bathroom, accompanied by the steam of the extremely hot shower.

And Harry had to do a double take, because the blond looked perfect.

Malfoy's hair was down, soft, and shinier, his skin looked milky, the scent of flowers wafted throughout the room, and the babydoll pajamas looked perfect on him.

The outfit was pastel green. The short satin blouse had white lace over her firm, slightly larger-than-normal breasts. The blouse was a little short, reaching just below her belly button, and the shorts showed off the full flesh of her round, soft ass.

The hem of the shorts had the same lace pattern on the V-neck. The fabric hung slightly loose on her thighs and pert as Draco walked to the bed with a shy smile, and Potter sat there biting his lip, admiring him.

"What do you think?" he asked, standing in front of the brunette at the foot of the bed, and Harry smiled sweetly and passionately, twirling his index finger upward.

"Take a little spin for me," he asked, his eyes shining, and Draco rolled his gray eyes a little theatrically, but complied with his boyfriend's request, returning to his position.

"Well?"

"It's perfect." The smile grew on his lips, revealing his deep dimples, and Draco blushed shyly and slyly as he leaned over to lie down next to his boyfriend.

"You say that because you're my boyfriend, and you have to compliment me whenever I feel insecure. It's not the same thing," Draco said playfully, pretending not to be affected by Harry's captivating smile, who quickly turned to the blond lying on his side.

"Are you saying you don't trust my judgment of your beauty?" Harry raised an eyebrow, mock-offended. If Draco would play that game, he might too.

"That's not what I meant. But yes, when I'm having these days, you always try to improve my mood and my sense of self-esteem, so there's not much you can do since I know I'm not at all desirable, just clean," Draco replied calmly as he settled back into the soft pillow, his eyes still fixed on Potter with interest. He was madly in love with the brunette.

His arms were tucked close to his body, but with Harry lying on his front, staring at him in his underwear so deeply he could feel him penetrating his soul, Draco tried to relax, opening his arms to Harry's muscular hips and caressing the soft skin.

"Now stop talking and just hold me, hmm? I miss you, and you're warm and soft, great for my aches and pains," Draco asked with a sweet pout, not letting Harry respond.

The brunette didn't even have time to think or say anything when Draco snuggled up against his chest like a helpless puppy and pressed his body against his.

Harry could feel Harry's soft skin, the scent of the creams he'd bought, the texture of the lace against his body, and he shivered at the touch.

His arm circled Harry's slim waist, pulling him against his. His leg trailed between Harry's firm thighs, pressing up close to his groin, and Draco let out a small moan as he nestled his face in the crook of Harry's neck.

"Harry... I'm sensitive, there's no way we can do anything from the waist down, no matter how much I want to," Draco replied muffledly, brushing his lips against the thin, tanned skin, but Harry didn't move his leg from his groin; in fact, he tightened his grip on his waist a little.

"You said you don't believe me when I compliment you like that, that you're not desirable, but I want to show you how desirable you are and look, Draco," the brunette whispered sweetly, breathing in the scent of the shampoo Draco had used, and his cock tugged slightly in his underwear.

The blond felt the gentle movement against his thighs perfectly. He loved how sensitive Potter was with so little when it came to him. Malfoy might genuinely be uncomfortable with his appearance or doubt that Harry was truly being sincere in his words, but when Potter reacted physically when they were together, the blond found it extremely easy to forget anything other than the brunette.

"I know you want to... I can feel it..." Draco drawled, moving his hips restlessly against the brunette's, and Potter sighed heavily, moving his hand from his waist to the blonde's ass. "But it's not like I can actually, not today." Malfoy cupped his ass, stopping his thick fingers from slipping beneath the thin lace.

"Okay..." Harry smiled sweetly, still feeling his cock throbbing slowly inside his boxers, and moved his hand back up his delicate body. "But that doesn't mean we can't do anything from the waist up," he continued with a mischievous, smug smile.

His thick fingers trailed down her sensitive, pale stomach. Draco could perfectly feel his fingertips brushing against the thin satin until they reached the spot between his extremely sensitive breasts, and his eyes fluttered as Potter played with the lace of her neckline, slowly lowering it.

"Haa-Harry... my breasts are so sensitive, please..."

"Then it'll be even better." Harry cut him off calmly, kissing the blond hair still resting on his shoulder. He slowly pushed him away, making him lie on his back, and Draco let out a soft sigh.

Harry hadn't even touched his breasts yet, and his nipples were already hard beneath the thin blouse.

Draco looked down at his own body, relaxed on the mattress, and shifted his curious gaze to Harry, who moved like a lion hunting its prey, until he was between Harry's long legs, admiring him from above.

"Just from the waist up," Draco urged again, feeling his pussy leak hotter than usual, and the blood also pooling on the tampon.

"And I promise it'll be worth it," Harry agreed with a smug smile, and Draco let out another sigh. He loved when Potter smiled at him like that.

Potter leaned against the bed, one hand on Draco's shoulders as he moved closer to the boy. He breathed in the freshly showered blond's scent deeply and slowly slid his lips over every exposed skin he could find.

The kisses started on Draco's cheeks, followed by his jaw, down his neck, and over his shoulders, always leaving a small smear of saliva, his tongue gliding briefly everywhere, and with his other hand, he played with the lacy neckline.

Draco's breathing became increasingly labored, feeling each touch suffocating him a little more. Harry's hair brushed against his nose, his warmth embracing him completely while still on top, or his fingers always threatening to lower the neckline a little further, protecting her breasts.

"Baby... don't tease me like that, please..." Draco pleaded slyly, moving his hips up and down as he arched his back a little more. Harry grinned mischievously, sliding his fingers toward her nipples through her blouse, and his mouth returned to her thin lips.

"I want to take advantage of every second I can to make you moan like that…" he whispered, biting his trembling lips weakly, and pinched the hard nipple, making the blond moan a little louder and sweeter. "I want to make you come without even fucking you, and I'll do it in my own time, until you believe how perfect you are." Harry continued slowly massaging the erect nipple, and Draco rolled his eyes, opening his mouth a little wider, his tongue visible. And Harry kissed him.

The kiss began intense and slow. Draco surrendered all control and his body to Potter to do as he pleased. His tongue entwined with his, the brunette sucked, bit gently, teased his lips, often pulling away, but returning harder and torturously slowly.

The fingers on the sensitive nipple continued their work in sync. Draco arched his back again and again, wanting more, offering more of his chest, and his legs writhed freely on the mattress as he felt his pussy grow even wetter.

His lips felt swollen like they had the previous four days, but he was hotter and needier than usual. His hole throbbed sweetly, drooling, his groin constantly arching up and down, searching for his thick cock, and even though he couldn't feel it yet, more oil was running down his walls.

"Hmm... come closer, please..." Draco asked between kisses, his hips constantly moving in pursuit of Harry's. Potter smiled, lowering his waist even further, making his cock brush against his short shorts.

"Is this better?" he asked, falsely innocent, and Draco pinned his legs to his back, sliding her pussy over his bulge, and moaned softly.

"Well... better... it's okay if I just do this..." he spelled breathlessly, feeling his fingers switch nipples, and he bit his lip, stifling a moan.

"Don't do that, I like hearing you, love." Harry whispered, his eyes intense as he pinched the sensitive nipple and lowered his face to the swollen chest.

Potter loved his boyfriend's breasts. They were perfect, full, round, firm, and always fit perfectly in his mouth. But when his fingers tugged the straps of her blouse down, sliding the neckline down to the middle of her slim stomach, Harry moaned, appreciating the swollen, pink, slightly larger nipples pointing at him.

For a moment, he thought about how he'd never done this with Malfoy before during his period, and how he'd never noticed how sensitive her breasts were begging to be sucked. How could Draco feel this all day trapped in his shirt and do nothing to relieve it?

The blond's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, watching Harry look at him so wantonly. He didn't like the way her breasts looked and felt at that moment, but Potter wanted him just as much, and the blond moved his hips harder, feeling his cock grow harder against her pussy.

"Look how beautiful you are, Draco," she whispered lustfully, moving her hips against the blond's, and lowered his face to her breasts, kissing all the way between them. Draco moaned loudly, feeling the head of his cock press against her clit.

"Potter... I-I..." She begged breathlessly, grinding her pussy harder against his thick shaft, and Harry opened his saliva-filled mouth to suck on her swollen nipple.

Draco trembled all over as he clenched his toes tightly, feeling the hot tongue play with his chest.

Harry had always been very good at sucking the blonde's breasts, but this was unlike anything Malfoy had ever experienced. Saliva dripped thinly, hot, teeth scraping and biting, slowly teasing him. Goosebumps rose on the wet skin as Harry pulled away and blew breath where he greedily abused him.

Draco's hands fell heavily into his thick, dark hair. The blonde pressed his head as tightly as he could against his chest, and Harry sucked faster, harder, suckling, pulling the nipple with his tongue, licking, and then closing his mouth around it again. With his free hand, he played with the other breast, squeezing it tighter.

Malfoy's moans were long, slurred, and tearful. Harry felt himself growing more and more aroused with each sigh, gasp, and the need for him to hold him tighter to his chest.

Potter moved his hips slowly and rhythmically to his boyfriend's moans. Her slender hips opened wider and wider for him, and Harry felt his underwear sliding lower and lower with each stroke of his cock over her covered pussy.

Draco was so wet that Harry could feel the oil and warmer liquid through his shorts, panties, and pad. He smiled at that and switched breasts without taking his mouth off the soft skin, returning to suckle the other nipple, much less swollen than the one he'd just suckled.

"Ha-Harry... I'm going to cum, you need to give me a little time..." Draco pleaded desperately, patting his broad shoulders, but Harry didn't let go of his nipple.

The brunette sucked harder, his tongue flicking up and down faster, and he bit down on the nipple, then suckled again.

The moans grew louder, desperate, and Draco's hips collapsed against Harry's, searching for the large cock barely escaping his underwear. Harry forced himself to release his chest quickly and kneel between the thighs still holding him.

Draco's hips were pinned against his and lifted into the air. His shorts were wet and stained with a little blood over his pussy. Harry had to squeeze his own cock to keep from cumming at the sight of Draco, ruined and about to cum like that.

But before the blond could climax, Harry slapped his pussy three times, each harder than the last, and Draco trembled intensely, releasing his legs from Harry's hips, his eyes watering.

"D-love... no, I need to come... aahh, I'm so wet, please..." Draco begged tearfully, his eyes closed as his arms slid across the bed, trying to grab onto something, but Potter refused.

"Not yet, darling." He smiled sweetly, looking at the crotch in front of him, and bit his lip as he pulled down his boxers enough for his cock to poke out, completely sticky and dripping with pre-cum.

As soon as Draco opened his tired and aroused eyes, he stared at his large, veiny, darker cock, throbbing in his firm, masturbating hand, and quickly shifted his gaze to his pussy, which Potter was staring at.

Malfoy felt a mixture of shame and excitement at the sight of the mess down there.

His new pajamas were already ruined; his thighs were slick with oil, and in some places, the white skin was stained with blood. But the blond never stopped moving his hips in circles, still feeling his hole throb hotly, and the lips pressing against his panties, bothering him.

For a moment, he considered taking them off. He couldn't stand being trapped like this, and if he'd already soiled his shorts, there would be no harm in soiling the bed just to rub himself against Harry's cock without any clothes on.

Her pussy throbbed at the thought and leaked a little more, making Draco's eyes close briefly and then open again at the thick cock dripping more cum onto the mattress.

"I want to take off my shorts... I know I'm still bleeding, but I need to feel your cock in my pussy, Harry..." Draco asked, a little embarrassed.

He and Potter had never done anything like this in their three years of dating, and a part of him still worried that doing it during his bleeding period was something Potter would never agree to.

However, contrary to everything he was thinking and his insecurity about his boyfriend's reaction, Harry was quick and agile in removing his boyfriend's shorts and panties.

Draco watched him attentively and lovingly. Potter could be more perfect than he could have imagined. The brunette reached for a towel beside the bed and lifted her slender hips, placing her underneath him. Malfoy liked that attention to detail that would otherwise bother him, and Potter could already tell before he even spoke.

"Is that better, love?" Harry asked carefully, not looking between her thick legs, and Malfoy nodded with a smile.

"Very…" He replied sweetly, his gaze dropping to her pussy a little nervously, but as soon as he saw her, his lips parted in a silent moan.

Her lips were covered in oil. The skin, always so soft, was much more sensitive, swollen and red, mixing with the blood lightly smeared across it. Because it was her last day, it wasn't as intense, but the oil seemed to spread even more, and her clit was soaked in a small pool of cum and blood.

The organ was even more swollen, its folds parted sensitively, and its hole dripped freely onto the towel while Harry's cock remained dangerously close to her pussy, prodding ever upward, begging for a place to fuck.

"Fuck... that's hot..." Harry whispered hoarsely, his cock growing heavier in his hand. He guided it to her pussy, rubbing the head back and forth between her soaked folds, and Draco moaned.

"Aaahnn... fuck... that's it... do it more slowly... it's good..." Draco asked dazedly, looking at the head, now slightly more stained with oil and blood, and Harry teased him again, just as Draco had asked.

Potter rubbed his head back and forth very slowly. He moved his length up and down over her clit, inserting his length into her folds, fucking her pussy without entering, and holding the base of it as he watched her pussy, covered in blood and more oil, as Draco leaked through her sensitive hole.

"Is it wetter, is it that good?" Harry asked, almost voiceless, still mesmerized by the ease with which his cock slid into her swollen, sensitive pussy. Draco moaned louder as the head quickly fitted into her entrance and slowly slipped out.

"Hmmm... yes... yeah... please... do that again..." Draco begged, grabbing his own breasts, squeezing his saliva-filled nipples, and Potter moaned hoarsely at the sight.

"What? This?" he teased lustfully, slowly sinking his head into her pussy, leaking a bit of blood, and Draco moaned loudly, pinching his own nipple harder.

He could feel his skin burning as he gripped the thick cock slowly sinking into his hole, and his pussy throbbed, trying to take more, sucking it all in as he moved his hips in circles.

His walls were more sensitive to the touch; he felt swollen inside, and his large cock was tighter than ever before. And Harry seemed to feel the same way, still moaning, slowly thrusting his cock all the way to the base.

Her pussy was full, the sound of water lapping at the bottom around the swollen head of his cock—it was blood, and Potter knew it, which excited him even more. Draco was as sensitive as ever, just because of this particular day.

Her pussy was blinking harder, trying to grip Harry even though it was already all the way in. His cock had red spots gathering at the base without even moving, and Draco didn't stop for a second, moving her pussy in circles, his cock hitting her cervix. This made Harry pull out and slap her pussy again, not letting her come.

"Not yet, Love," Harry said firmly, feeling his hands become sticky, and Draco moaned louder and shakier, hearing the obscene sound and her pussy throbbing hotly, holding all his cum.

"Please... fuck me again, I promise I won't cum, but put it in, go on..." Draco whimpered, lifting her pussy to his cock again, seeking the head pressed against her hole, and smiled ecstatically as he felt the hard, hot flesh press against her entrance, slowly fucking him.

Harry let out a hoarse moan, feeling the heat once more, and his now blood-stained cock slowly fucking itself into her needy pussy, sucking all of it inside while slowly leaking the red liquid.

Draco locked her legs around Harry's hips again and pulled him forward, making the brunette fall on top of him once more, his mouth close to her sensitive breasts again.

"Put it in slowly while you suck?" Please… — Draco begged with a sly pout, the sweet moan leaving his lips feeling his cock go in and out very slowly for the first time, and Potter moaned at the request.

"Whatever my princess wants." Harry smiled sweetly and wickedly. His lips grazed the swollen nipple, and his tongue slid across the pulsating skin, capturing it in his mouth. And sucked.

His lips worked slowly and intensely. He bit, spat, sucked, licked, and pulled at her nipples more and more, as if trying to extract milk from her full, luscious breasts.

Draco moaned breathlessly between each thrust, pulling her dark hair tighter between his fingers.

Her pussy was wide open, thrusting up, taking his cock in slowly and forcefully. Harry kept thrusting deep into her pussy, pinning her hips against the blonde's, forcing him to lift his waist a little higher.

Harry fucked him like he had nothing left to do. He pulled almost all the way out, thrusting halfway in, returning with just the head in, and thrusting all the way to the base.

The obscene noise echoed throughout the room, and he felt his pussy grow hotter, the liquid dripping down his hips. He could only moan more, sucking harder on the breast perfectly fitted to his mouth, the ease of his cock fucking that tight hole.

"Aah... harder... faster... please..." Draco begged, feeling his orgasm approaching, his pussy tightening around the throbbing cock deep in his lap. Harry nodded, pulling out all at once and resting his cock against her folds. "You son of a bitch... come back in now," he ordered irritably, feeling his vision double as Harry bit down harder on her nipple, and released him with a sadistic smile.

"I told you it's going to be my way," he reminded her again, slamming his cock hard against her swollen lips, and Draco whimpered, dragging his nails down her broad back.

"You're being cruel, please…" he begged again, but Harry chuckled softly, spitting on the sensitive nipple, and thrust his cock in all at once without warning.

Draco brought his fingers to the saliva-soaked nipple and massaged hard, his pace faster than his own, and Harry pulled out completely again, holding his base.

"Cum for me like this," Potter ordered, thrusting his cock in again, slow and hard, pulling out completely faster, and Malfoy tried to keep it in, clenching his pussy.

"My chest… pay attention to my chest," Draco begged, choking with pleasure, feeling the emptiness in his pussy when Harry suddenly pulled out. He opened his eyes, rolling them back as the thick cock fucked him again, slower, slamming into his womb twice, already fully inside.

"Touch yourself for me, and then I'll make you fall asleep and come just by sucking on your breast," he said hoarsely against her thin lips, and thrust his cock deep again, pulling out and coming back in harder.

Draco rolled his eyes at the thought of Harry suckling at his breast so eagerly, and her pussy throbbed harder and harder, rising and falling every time Potter returned to her.

The lips were even more swollen and red. Malfoy could feel his juices leaking from the edges, and Harry's cock seemed to grow in her cum-filled cunt.

The movements became rougher, the large head thrusting deep into her cervix. Draco's fingers massaged her nipples more and more, and her pussy rose and fell, demanding more. Until Harry thrust more slowly, rubbing the head against the sensitive spot, and they both moaned loudly.

Draco squirted hard all over his cock, filling it with cum deep inside her womb. Harry stopped his movements with only the sticky base protruding, and masturbated, feeling all the cum mixing, and her swollen pussy trying to expel it.

The blond's body trembled and thrashed beneath Harry as he released his strong hips, and his legs dragged across the mattress. Her pussy pulsed hotly, overflowing around his cock, still trying to keep it all inside, but Malfoy could feel the warm, viscous liquid dripping down her thighs.

Her nipples were even redder, her body sweating beneath Harry's grip, and her hips bucked upward sensitively as Potter fucked her again, hard and fast, making all the liquid move inside her hot, tight womb.

"Harry… I…" Her voice was weak, almost nonexistent as she pulled his dark hair up, and Harry understood what he wanted.

Potter sealed his lips with calm, passion, and need. His hands maintained their grip on Malfoy's slim waist and pulled him closer, protecting him.

His cock was still heated and soaked in all the cum, blood, and release Malfoy had stored up, and he didn't care. He loved the feeling, how Draco seemed to tighten, and her pussy still gripped him, wanting to keep him inside.

The kiss slowly broke, lazily. Draco meowed small "hmms" through his rough lips. His entire body relaxed and shivered with Harry's gentle, subtle touches all over his skin.

The blond couldn't help but smile when the brunette parted his lips slightly and slowly fell to the side, never leaving him, resting Draco's leg on his hip.

"I think it's time for you to sleep now, and for me to keep my promise." Harry smiled sweetly, pulling the blond's ass closer to his hip, and the pussy took his cock inside again, leaving a little cum to drip and Harry's hip slightly stained with blood.

"Uh-oh… I think that's a great idea." Draco smiled with a sly moan, just pushing his chest away, and Harry leaned down, licking the hard nipple before sucking it with a delicious pressure of his tongue.

Draco could have even fallen asleep feeling Harry sucking and licking his chest. He almost fell asleep as he moaned softly and the haze of orgasm took over him completely.

But the warmth of Harry's cock deep in his pussy reminded him that he could come more. And he spent the entire night grinding in the same position, on his side, his cock lazily sinking into his hole, filling it with cum whenever he needed it.

Neither of them really slept. After all, it was the last day of Draco's period, and they wouldn't do it again until 22 days later.