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Draco woke up feeling like his body had been completely taken apart and put back together. Every single muscle ached, especially his lower back and ass. That deep, fucked-out soreness — the kind that came from being stretched wide, filled up, and thoroughly wrecked — made it almost impossible to move.
The memories from last night were blurry, like torn pieces of parchment.
He vaguely remembered trying to act tough at first. But Harry didn’t give him any room to talk shit. He just pinned Draco down on the bed and thrust into him — rough, deep, and way too accurate. Again and again, like he was trying to fuck him to pieces. Draco had cried, cursed, and begged… until eventually he was so out of his mind he could only let out broken gasps and whimpers.
“Harry… stop… I can’t take it anymore…”
He’d practically sobbed it, tears streaming down his face, his whole body shaking violently with every brutal thrust.
Harry had leaned down, sweaty forehead pressed against his, voice low and rough but clearly amused. “Then promise me you’ll let me keep going when you wake up tomorrow morning, yeah?”
At that point Draco’s brain was completely blank. Desperate for Harry to stop, he’d nodded frantically. “Yes… yes, I promise… I’ll do anything… please… just stop…”
Harry had kissed the corner of his trembling lips in satisfaction, then fucked him even harder until Draco came so hard he lost control and finally spilled deep inside him.
Now, morning light was slipping through the gap in the curtains. Draco barely managed to open his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Harry sitting on the edge of the bed, chin propped on his hand, grinning down at him like an idiot who’d just stolen honey.
“Morning, Draco.”
Draco wanted to curse him out, but the second he shifted, he felt it — something hard, thick, and firmly lodged deep inside him. Even the slightest clench made his hole throb around the massive intrusion. A sharp mix of pleasure and aching pain shot up his spine, forcing a choked moan out of him.
Harry reached over and lightly pressed the exposed base of the plug. Draco’s back arched instantly, his eyes watering.
“Harry… you fucking asshole…” His voice came out hoarse and embarrassingly soft, with zero threat behind it.
“I’m just keeping the promise you made last night,” Harry said, smiling even wider as his fingers circled the base teasingly. “You said ‘anything,’ and you nodded so nicely. You’re awake now, so it’s time to continue, right?”
Draco bit his lip hard, his face burning bright red. He wanted to deny it, but the memory of himself desperately nodding while getting fucked stupid last night was stuck in his throat like a curse.
Harry leaned down and kissed his swollen bottom lip, voice sickeningly gentle. “C’mon, baby… let me fuck you again. Or do you want me to play with this plug first? You already promised, didn’t you?”
Draco squeezed his eyes shut, but his body betrayed him — trembling as his hole clenched tightly around the huge dildo.
He already knew… he was going to get fucked senseless again today.