Day 6 – Outdoor Sex

Day 6 – Outdoor Sex

The Forbidden Forest was silent, save for the occasional rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. The air was thick with the damp, earthy scent of the woods, and the moonlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting long shadows on the forest floor. It wasn't the most romantic setting for two boys desperate for some time alone, but Harry and Draco weren't exactly picky at the moment.

They had both been on edge for days. Between classes, Draco's duty as a prefect, and the constant looming presence of their housemates, finding time to be together had been nearly impossible. The stolen glances across the Great Hall, the accidental brushes of hands in the corridors, and the heated exchanges behind closed doors had only heightened their frustration.

But tonight, they had found a way.

Harry had barely managed to tug Draco along behind him, dodging Filch and sneaking past Hagrid's hut without being seen. The forest was off-limits to students, but that only made it the perfect place for them to be alone—hidden from the rest of the world, away from prying eyes and judgmental whispers.

As soon as they found a secluded spot, far enough from the castle, Harry pulled Draco close, their bodies colliding in a heated, desperate kiss. Draco's back slammed against the rough bark of a tree, and he let out a sharp breath, but the sound was quickly swallowed by Harry's lips.

"You—" Draco gasped between kisses, his hands already tugging at the front of Harry's robes, "—are ridiculous for dragging me out here."

"Yeah," Harry muttered against Draco's lips, his breath hot and uneven. "But you didn't stop me, did you?"

Draco let out a soft, frustrated growl, his fingers curling into Harry's hair, pulling him closer. "Shut up."

Harry's lips curled into a smirk as he kissed Draco harder, their bodies pressed so tightly together that Harry could feel every inch of Draco against him. The cool night air was a sharp contrast to the heat building between them, their breaths mingling, hot and ragged.

They had been waiting too long for this. Weeks of tension, of frustration, of sneaking around the castle like criminals, all of it had built up until neither of them could take it anymore. And now, out here, in the silence of the Forbidden Forest, they finally had each other to themselves.

Draco's hands were everywhere—pulling at Harry's robes, sliding under his shirt, desperate and impatient. "Merlin, Potter, you're such a mess," Draco muttered breathlessly, his fingers tracing the line of Harry's spine, pulling at the fabric to get it out of the way. "I swear, you're insatiable."

Harry let out a low laugh, his lips moving to Draco's neck, biting down gently, feeling the way Draco's breath hitched at the contact. "You say that like you aren't just as bad."

Draco didn't argue. Instead, he let out a soft moan, his head falling back against the tree as Harry's lips worked their way down his throat, biting and kissing, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. His fingers tightened in Harry's hair, tugging him closer, his hips already grinding against Harry's with an urgency that made Harry's pulse race.

They were both desperate, frantic, their hands fumbling as they worked to get rid of each other's clothes. Harry's fingers were shaking as he yanked Draco's robes open, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he felt Draco's hands slide under his shirt, warm and rough against his skin.

The sound of fabric rustling and belts being undone filled the quiet of the forest, and soon they were both half-dressed, their clothes hanging loosely around them as they pressed together, skin against skin, the cold air forgotten in the heat of their bodies.

Harry's hands roamed Draco's chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breathing, the tension in his muscles. He was always surprised by how much he wanted Draco, how the sight of him, bare and flushed in the moonlight, made his heart race. The vulnerability of it, the raw need that crackled between them—it was addictive.

Draco's lips crashed against Harry's again, their kiss more desperate now, more frantic. Their hands were everywhere, pulling at each other, clutching, grabbing, trying to get closer, trying to feel more.

"Harry—" Draco gasped, his voice rough and breathless as he broke the kiss, his head falling back against the tree. "I need you."

The words sent a jolt of desire through Harry's body, and without thinking, he dropped to his knees in front of Draco, his fingers working to pull down the last of Draco's clothes. Draco's breath hitched, his hands bracing against the tree, his body trembling with anticipation as Harry looked up at him.

The moonlight cast a soft glow over Draco's pale skin, highlighting the flush on his cheeks, the way his chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. For a moment, Harry just looked at him, his heart pounding in his chest, his own arousal throbbing painfully in his trousers.

"You're beautiful," Harry murmured, his voice low and filled with awe.

Draco scoffed softly, but his breath caught in his throat as Harry's hand wrapped around his cock, the heat of Harry's touch sending a shiver through him. "Shut up and just—"

Harry didn't let him finish. Instead, he leaned in, his lips wrapping around the head of Draco's cock, his tongue flicking out to taste him. Draco's words died in his throat, replaced by a soft, choked moan as Harry's mouth moved lower, taking him in deeper.

The taste of Draco, the warmth of him, the way his body shuddered at every movement—it was intoxicating. Harry's hands gripped Draco's hips, holding him steady as he worked his mouth over him, his tongue swirling, his lips tightening. Draco's hands were in his hair, pulling at it, his breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps.

"Fuck, Harry—" Draco groaned, his hips jerking forward slightly, pushing deeper into Harry's mouth. "You—"

Harry didn't stop, his mouth moving faster, more confidently now, his tongue sliding along the underside of Draco's cock, feeling the way Draco trembled, the way his breath hitched every time Harry's lips tightened around him. The sound of Draco's moans, the way he was completely undone above him, sent a surge of heat through Harry's body.

Draco's fingers tightened in Harry's hair, his voice shaking as he gasped, "Stop, I'm—I'm too close—"

Harry pulled back, his lips wet and swollen, and looked up at Draco, his breath coming fast. "Good," he muttered, his voice rough with arousal.

Draco's eyes were dark, his pupils blown wide as he looked down at Harry, his chest heaving. "I want you inside me."

Harry's heart skipped a beat at the words, and without hesitation, he stood, his hands trembling as he reached for the bottle of lube he had stuffed into his pocket earlier. He wasn't sure how long they had before someone noticed they were gone, but at that moment, he didn't care. He needed Draco. Now.

Draco turned around, bracing himself against the tree, his body trembling with anticipation. Harry's hands moved quickly, slicking himself up before spreading the lube over Draco's entrance, his fingers working quickly but carefully, sliding inside and stretching him.

Draco let out a low, shaky breath as Harry's fingers moved in and out, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure and tension through his body. "Hurry," Draco muttered, his voice hoarse with need. "I can't wait."

Harry nodded, his own breath shaky as he positioned himself behind Draco, his cock pressing against Draco's slick entrance. Slowly, carefully, he pushed forward, the tightness, the heat of Draco's body making his mind spin. Draco let out a low moan, his body tensing slightly as Harry sank deeper inside, filling him completely.

"Fuck," Harry gasped, his hands gripping Draco's hips tightly as he buried himself fully inside him. The sensation was overwhelming, the heat, the tightness, the way Draco's body clenched around him—it was almost too much.

Draco's head fell forward, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he adjusted to the intrusion. "Move," Draco whispered, his voice strained with need. "Please, Harry, move."

Harry didn't need to be told twice. He pulled back slowly before thrusting forward again, his hips moving in a steady, desperate rhythm. The sound of their bodies moving together, the soft moans and gasps that filled the air—it was everything they had been craving for weeks.

Harry's thrusts quickened, his hands gripping Draco's hips harder as he drove into him, deeper, faster, the pleasure building with every movement. Draco's back arched, his fingers digging into the bark of the tree as he pushed back against Harry, his moans growing louder, more desperate.

The heat between them was unbearable now, the pleasure building faster and faster. Harry's heart raced, his body trembling with the effort of holding on, of making this last, but the way Draco moaned his name, the way he moved, was pushing him to the edge.

"Draco—" Harry gasped, his voice rough as he thrust into him, harder and more erratic now, the pleasure overwhelming him. His grip on Draco's hips tightened, and the sounds Draco made—the gasps, the soft whimpers of need—were driving him to the edge faster than he wanted.

Draco's back arched, his hands gripping the tree trunk in front of him for balance, his knuckles white. Every time Harry drove into him, a low, breathy moan escaped Draco's lips, the friction and heat between them too intense, too all-consuming. He pushed back against Harry, meeting each thrust with his own desperation, his body trembling as he chased the release that was building, threatening to tear him apart.

"Fuck—Harry, right there," Draco moaned, his voice barely a whisper, but the intensity of it sent a shiver down Harry's spine. Harry adjusted his angle, thrusting deeper, hitting that spot inside Draco that made him gasp, his body jerking with each thrust.

Harry's breath came in ragged bursts as he felt himself getting closer, the tightness around him, the way Draco's body clenched with every movement—it was too much. His hands slipped down Draco's back, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of Draco's hips, pulling him closer, faster.

Draco's body tensed, his breath catching in his throat as Harry's cock hit that perfect spot again and again, sending waves of pleasure crashing through him. "I'm—fuck, I'm so close," Draco gasped, his voice strained with need, his head falling back against Harry's shoulder.

Harry groaned, his own release building rapidly, the pressure coiling tight in his belly, threatening to snap. "Me too," Harry muttered, his voice barely audible as he fought to hold on, to make this last. His hand slid around Draco's waist, gripping his cock with firm, desperate strokes, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.

Draco cried out, his body jerking forward at the sudden, intense sensation of Harry's hand on him, stroking him with rough, relentless precision. The heat, the pressure, the sensation of being filled and stroked at the same time—it was too much.

"Harry—" Draco gasped, his voice trembling with need. "I'm—"

Before he could finish the sentence, Draco's body tensed, his release slamming into him with a force that left him breathless. His cock pulsed in Harry's hand, his entire body trembling violently as the orgasm ripped through him, his legs nearly giving out beneath him. The pleasure was blinding, overwhelming, leaving him gasping for air, his mind spinning as his release spilled over Harry's hand, coating the tree in front of him.

The sight of Draco coming undone beneath him, the tightness around his cock as Draco's body clenched, was all Harry needed. With a deep, guttural groan, his hips jerked forward one last time, his release crashing into him, hard and fast. His cock pulsed inside Draco, his entire body trembling as he spilled inside him, the pleasure consuming him completely, leaving him weak and breathless.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, both of them panting, their bodies trembling with the aftershocks of their release. Harry's hands were still gripping Draco's hips tightly, his forehead resting against the back of Draco's shoulder, both of them struggling to catch their breath.

The forest around them was silent, save for the sound of their ragged breathing, the cool night air suddenly feeling sharp against their overheated skin. Harry's chest rose and fell rapidly, his heart pounding as the last waves of pleasure slowly ebbed away.

Draco was the first to move, his body trembling slightly as he straightened up, wincing as Harry slowly pulled out of him. He turned around to face Harry, his cheeks flushed, his breath still coming in uneven bursts, but there was a soft, satisfied smile on his lips.

"Well," Draco said, his voice hoarse but teasing, "that was definitely worth sneaking out for."

Harry chuckled breathlessly, his legs still weak as he leaned back against the tree for support. "Yeah," he muttered, a small, exhausted smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I'd say so."

They stood there for a moment, catching their breath, the silence between them comfortable now, no longer filled with the desperate need that had driven them into the forest in the first place.

Harry's eyes drifted to the mess they had made, the evidence of their encounter gleaming in the moonlight, and a soft laugh escaped his lips. "We really should clean this up," he muttered, though there was no real urgency in his voice.

Draco smirked, running a hand through his tousled hair. "You can handle that, Potter. You're the one who dragged me out here in the first place."

Harry rolled his eyes, but there was no bite behind it. He pulled out his wand, muttering a quick cleaning spell, and the mess disappeared instantly, leaving nothing but the cool night air and the soft rustle of the trees around them.

Draco pulled his robes back over his shoulders, his eyes flicking up to meet Harry's with a look that was both smug and fond. "We should probably head back before someone notices we're gone."

Harry nodded, though he wasn't in any hurry to leave. "Yeah, probably."

Draco moved closer, his hand brushing against Harry's as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to his lips. It wasn't like the desperate, heated kisses from earlier—this one was slower, more tender, filled with the quiet understanding that they would be back here again, sneaking away for more stolen moments.

When Draco pulled back, his eyes glinted with mischief. "Next time, maybe we pick somewhere warmer."

Harry laughed, shaking his head as he pulled his own robes back on. "Deal."

With one last glance at each other, they turned and started walking back through the forest, the cool night air settling around them, but the heat of their encounter still burning between them.