”Good thing you thought twice about rolling me onto the bloody floor, you wanker!” Draco snapped, placing his hands on the desk and pushing himself up. His arms shook, but he forced them not to buckle beneath him and pulled his lower body up onto the desk as well. His knees and thighs shook worse than his arms, and the boy started falling forward before he shoved his fingers into the wood and forced his body to cooperate. Gods, was he ever going to be sore tomorrow morning.

He glare was icy when he growled at Leyton, beyond angry at the words he was saying. ”You were feeling better? So what now? You feel horrible? Again? What the hell were you feeling so damned bad about that you had to get so bloody wasted anyway? And what, I don’t make you feel anything good at all? I wouldn’t call the spunk running down my balls a sign of total hatred, dear cousin.”

The younger snake saw a challenge in the way his cousin spoke, and slowly dragged his body across the wood, throwing his hands out to grab Leyton’s shoulders so he could pull himself the rest of the way over the desk and into the boy’s lap. ”I don’t know why I even bothered to drag myself over here. You seemed to be doing just fine by yourself,” he muttered, leaning in to lick along the boy’s jaw, his erection prodding his cousin in the stomach and rubbing against his member in a delicious way.

”Now then, you called me over here. What exactly did you want? Or did I just exert myself for nothing?” he growled in the boy’s ear, nipping at the lobe and exhaling his hot breath over Leyton’s ear.

Draco growled at his cousin, trying to figure out why he was even so turned on by the annoying boy. Gods, he was so irritating! He never answered a damn question that the blonde posed to him, and he still had this bloody superior air about him that made Draco want to wipe the smirk right off his pompous face.

”Rethink it all you want, but I’m getting my fill now that I’ve come this far. If I’m going to do the deed with my fucking cousin, I’m going to do all I bloody well want.” He was angry, yes, because he felt like the older boy was hiding something from him, and he recognized the soreness he was now feeling. It wasn’t as intense over the summer, but it was the same feeling, and though he knew it could have been with any male, something told him it wasn’t so innocent. Something told him this whole encounter was just too easy. Why hadn’t Leyton fought it? Why hadn’t he?

Well, Draco knew why he wasn’t fighting it. He wasn’t going to fight anything anymore. If Salazar himself came to smite him down, Draco would let him do it with a smile. He was so tired of everything, and so desperate to stop feeling. Maybe if he just let himself be used and abused he could stop the pain that hurting his girlfriend was causing him. Maybe then he’d be successful in saving her life.

Shaking the thoughts from his mind, Draco growled and stood on his shaky legs, leaning back against the desk and hissing at the pain it caused his arse. ”You’ve had your bloody turn. Now it’s mine.” He grabbed Leyton by the hair and shoved his face down toward his crotch, thrusting his rock hard dick against his cousin’s lips. ”Open up that smart mouth and put it to good use.”

The boy made him feel good, yet he teased enough that Draco was growling and roughly pulling at his hair soon. He had been giving him a rather nice job, only to suck so teasingly that the blonde wanted to ram his rod completely down Leyton’s throat. He smirked as he tugged more on the boy’s hair, rocking his hips forcefully at the boy’s hot mouth and forcing him to take more of him toward the back of his throat and not caring if the boy started choking.

Draco’s cold smirk grew as he literally face-fucked his cousin, enjoying the dominance he felt as he took advantage of the older Slytherin. He didn’t give the boy a chance to even breathe, just kept pumping inside, hitting the back of his throat and grunting as his balls tapped Leyton’s chin. Yes, this was nice. This was satisfying. This didn’t take any thought at all.

With a series of powerful thrusts, he pulled out of the hot, moist cavern and used his hand to bring himself over the edge, releasing his spunk all over his cousin’s face while he gleamed evilly at the boy. ”Thanks for that, cousin,” he hissed, pushing away from the boy and the desk and sliding his pants back on. He looked at the drunk and now sticky boy and shook his head. He just wasn’t worth dealing with, the pompous arse. Let him find his own way back to the dorms.

”You might want to clean yourself up before morning. Wouldn’t want anyone finding you here like this. And do something about your breath unless you want another owl sent home about the drinking.” With that, the younger Slytherin flicked his wand at the door, unwarding it and letting himself out with a swagger to his step (all be it a bit of a wide-legged gait) and a smirk on his lips. That had been very satisfying.