"A deal is a deal" - an H/D smutlet for Valentine
A little while ago olivia_lupin and I were talking about writing. The conversation was mainly about ‘plotting stories’ and writing things without too much of the dreaded ‘P’ word. She suggested I try and write a PWP. It was harder than I thought to a) not to drift into too much background and b) just get on with the sex, but I did manage to finish the little project.
So, here it is ... 3000 words of H/D boy!smut. There is a tiny bit of plot, but not too much. If you care to read it as being part of the Resolution universe, then be my guest. It is NC-17 so be warned.
Happy Valentine to everyone, especially to all on LJ who have put up with my wibbling over the last few months, but especially to olivia_lupin (for her constant support and superb betas not only of this story but of loads of other things), taradiane, nmalfoy and aome.
Finally, please check out the following beautiful piece of artwork by Yma Greene. It wasn’t actually drawn for this story, but it seemed to fit so well that I asked if I could link to it, and she very kindly said ‘yes’.
A deal is a deal
“You’ve got to be joking!”
“No.” Draco grinned as he pushed Harry backwards into the empty Transfiguration classroom. “A deal is a deal, Potter. Don’t tell me that a Gryffindor is going to renege on his deal?”
“Of course not.” Harry kept stepping backwards, Draco’s hand on his chest pushing him relentlessly. “I just through it would be somewhere ... you know ... private.” The wall finally halted his progress, the hard stone pressing into his back through his robes and shirt.
“Where would be the fun in that?” Draco slid his hand inside Harry’s robes and placed it flat on his lover’s chest, watching the green eyes flutter closed against the heat on his skin. “And you like it, don’t you?” He leaned in close, whispering in one ear, his breath teasing at the strands of messy ink-black hair. “You like the idea that someone might come in and catch The Boy Who Lived being oh so thoroughly shagged.” A hand reached down to run over the telltale bulge already blooming in Harry’s trousers.
Harry groaned but didn’t push into Draco’s hand. The control that it took to stay still was clearly visible on his face as he bit at his lower lip. “At least lock the door.”
“No.” Draco’s tongue darted out and licked at Harry’s ear, drawing the lobe into his mouth. He tugged on it gently, rolling the fleshy tip briefly before releasing it. “You promised me an hour to do exactly what I wanted if Gryffindor lost to Slytherin. We thrashed you, so now I’m claiming my hour and this time, it’s my rules, Harry, my rules.”
“Okay.” Harry’s breath came out as a shuddering sigh and he raised his hands to Draco’s shoulders. “Your rules.”
“That’s what I like ... a nice, compliant Harry Potter.”
Green eyes flashed dangerously and when Draco leaned in to kiss him, Harry nipped hard at Draco’s lip. Draco gave a little hiss of pain and briefly touched his fingers to the tender skin. “Now, that deserves an extra fifteen minutes.”
“Don’t push your luck, Malfoy. Enjoy it while you can and remember that revenge is very, very sweet.” Harry reached up and, tangling his fingers in the blond hair, pulled Draco’s mouth hard against his own.
Draco smiled into the kiss, happy to let his partner have his moment of control, and pushed his arms into Harry’s robes, circling the slim waist. He opened his mouth, taking in Harry’s tongue and revelling in the taste and texture, and he could feel the fingers in his hair, holding on tightly ... almost painfully ... as they held him against that seeking mouth.
When he finally pulled back, the green of Harry’s eyes had almost disappeared beneath his dilated pupils and Draco was sure the grey of his own was equally masked. “Oh, Harry, I hope you’re not trying to distract me from my purpose.”
“Whatever gives you that idea? But, love, you are running out of time.” Harry whispered a quick spell and a large hourglass appeared on one of the desks, a mixture of scarlet and gold sand running from the top to the bottom.
Mouth curling in a half-smile, Draco looked from the glass back to Harry and took a step back from him. “Then I better get started hadn’t I?” He reached out a hand, letting his fingertips graze over Harry’s cheek before removing his glasses. Carefully folding them, he turned and placed them next to the hourglass. “You can start by taking off your robes I think.”
By the time Draco turned back, the black robes had been removed and tossed carelessly onto a chair. Harry stood quietly against the wall, dressed in a long sleeved white shirt, hands in the pockets of his black trousers, the only colour in his clothing the striped Gryffindor tie. The dark head with tilted downwards, but his lover’s eyes were fixed on him, watching from beneath the messy fringe. The gaze was a cross between insolence and impetuosity, but there was a sexy undercurrent, emphasized by the way Harry stood with his hips just slightly jutting forward. It was a look that made Draco’s cock twitch and start to harden in anticipation.
Draco folded his arms, the fingers of one hand stroking thoughtfully at his chin as he surveyed the person before him. “Loosen your tie, Harry ... that’s right ... just a little, and unbutton the top button of your shirt.” Draco licked at his own dry lips as Harry complied, dropping his head back against the wall to expose the long line of his neck.
Unfolding his arms, Draco leaned forward, placing one hand on either side of Harry’s head, and licked at the pulse point now exposed at the base of Harry’s throat. “Mmmmm, very nice.” He licked at it again, continuing the journey up to his lover’s chin.
Harry groaned, a hand coming to rest on Draco’s shoulder. Draco pushed it away and straightened up.
“Now, now ... no taking liberties.”
The look of arousal turned to annoyance as the hand dropped away. “Watch your time, Malfoy.”
“Don’t worry yourself, Harry. I know exactly how much time I have. Take off your trousers.”
Harry’s eyes widened slightly at the commanding tone, but he did as he was told, siding off his shoes and slipping out of the black slacks.
“And your boxers.”
Draco’s lip twitched as the blue briefs were pulled off and dropped on top of the discarded trousers. Self-consciously, Harry tugged at the bottom of his shirt as if to hide his half-hard erection, but it poked invitingly out from between the edges of the shirt and Draco reached forward, his index finger flicking over the already moist head. Harry whimpered a little and Draco felt his own cock twitch in sympathy.
“Turn around.”
As Harry complied, Draco’s eyes travelled automatically down to his arse, still covered by the tail of the white shirt. He could tell from the way the shirt pulled over Harry’s shoulders that he was adjusting himself, and Draco swallowed at the thought. Harry touching himself was one of the most erotic things Draco had ever seen and he almost gave in to the idea of watching Harry bring himself off rather than taking his lover here in the unlocked classroom. He let his own hand rub against the stiff bulge in his own trousers as he slipped off his shoes. “Now raise your arms.”
Harry glanced briefly back over his shoulder before doing as instructed, resting both palms flat on the stone.
“Higher.”
Fingertips climbed further up the stone, until his arms were stretched high above him. The white shirt rose, finally exposing the round curve of Harry’s arse to Draco’s hungry eyes. It trembled under the long stretch, the muscles tense and firm.
And Draco knew he had to touch.
He glanced briefly at the hourglass, noticing that the sand was already a third gone. Quickly flicking a hand towards it, Draco muttered a charm under his breath. It slowed the flow of sand a little and changed it to green and silver. Grinning slyly, he stripped off his own trousers and underwear, freeing his already firm cock and gave it a few friendly strokes before turning back to Harry. Reaching forward, he placed a hand on each of the pert mounds of Harry’s arse and gave them a heart-stopping squeeze.
Their groans of pleasure came in unison, and Draco leaned in, his own hard length pressing into the crease between the two delicious globes, and he pressed them together trapping himself. He was aware of Harry saying something, but the words were mumbled ... incoherent ... as, still leaning against Harry’s delicious arse, he reached around and rested his hands in the creases where the top of Harry’s legs met his torso. He let his hand run back and forth, fingertips brushing against his partner’s heavy balls, but he didn’t want to touch that straining cock ... not yet....
Harry pushed back, moving his hips as if to get Draco’s hands to do something ... anything, and when Draco nuzzled into his hair, eventually finding the sweet depression at the back of his ear, Harry shuddered. “Fuck, Draco....”
“In a minute, Harry. Learn a little patience.” He let his hands graze over Harry’s hot, heated length before dragging them up his taut stomach to his already hard nipples. Still pressing against Harry’s back, Draco let his hips rock gently as he tugged at the nipples through the shirt and nipped at Harry’s ear. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his partner’s fingers flexing against the stone as if they could dig into the surface.
“So, where would you like it?’ He rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the sound of Harry’s moans making his own stomach flutter. “Against the wall? On your hands and knees? Maybe with you bent over the side of McGonagall’s desk?”
“I thought you were in charge.” Harry’s voice was hoarse as he pushed back, grinding against Draco with clear need.
“Well, never let it be said that I’m not a fair person.” Draco gave one nipple a hard pinch before letting his hand drop down to take hold of Harry’s straining cock, giving it a light squeeze. “I like to give people a choice.” He finally pulled back, releasing Harry who started to take his hands away from the wall. “No, stay there.”
“My arms ache.”
“And stop whining. Okay you can lower them a bit.” He took hold of Harry’s hips, pulling him a couple of feet from the wall. “Lean forward ... that’s it....”
Harry’s arse looked inviting beneath the white cotton and Draco admired it briefly before reaching into the pocket of his robe and taking out a small vial of oil. “Spread your legs a little.” He tapped gently at one of Harry’s ankles and his lover complied. “God, Harry, you really are gorgeous.” One of his fingers trailed down the inviting cleft, pausing to feather over the waiting opening.
Harry’s moan became louder as he wriggled against the finger. “Please, Draco ... please.”
“Oh yes, I just love it when you beg me.” He pulled away, enjoying both the sound and look of annoyance it provoked. Green eyes looked back at him, pleading, and Draco could see the way Harry was already panting. “What is it you want, Harry?” He opened the little vial and tipped some oil into his palm.
“I want you.”
“Here? In this open classroom? Where anyone could walk in?” Draco put the small bottle down, rubbing the oil over his fingers.
“Anywhere ... I don’t care....”
“Good...” Draco’s voice was a whisper as he let his now oil-slicked fingers retrace their journey of a few moments before. He swirled his finger over Harry’s entrance and slowly pushed against it until the muscle gave way, letting the finger penetrate. Harry’s groan mirrored his own as he pushed in. “You are so tight, Harry ... always so tight....”
Harry whimpered and pushed back against the invading pressure, hips circling in little flicks as Draco pushed in a second finger. “What’s that smell?” he gasped.
“Sandalwood.” The fingers thrust deep before pulling back.
“I thought so. I’ve got classes ... I’ll smell the whole afternoon.”
“Won’t you ... of me and sex and sandalwood.” Draco thrust once and knew he’d hit the little gland deep inside because Harry’s knees trembled against the liquefying onslaught. “Are you ready?”
“Yes ... please ... yes....”
Fingers still deep inside, Draco snaked his other arm around Harry’s waist and pulled him upright. With his precious bundle, he took three steps forward and turned him towards the large desk. His own cock was so hard he wasn’t sure he could wait to get it into the delicious tight heat that was gripping at his fingers. “On McGonagall’s desk I think.” His voice was a satisfying smirk
“What?!” Harry made to pull away. “She’ll kill me if she finds out.
“Then don’t tell her.” Draco swept the few pieces of parchment from the surface with a sweep of his free arm and leaned Harry over the wooden surface.
Harry gripped at the edges of the desk, the hard surface pushing against his chest and creating almost painful friction against his engorged nipples. He pressed closer, shifting against the pleasure-pain of the pressure. His cock ached, the head already slick with precome. It swung free, as did his balls, heavy in the space between his groin and the desk and he was desperate for relief. But he couldn’t reach himself from this angle ... and couldn’t move because of Draco’s clever fingers trapping him.
The fingers moved over his prostate again, and he collapsed like a limp rag against the desk.
Outside the classroom he heard the sound of laughter become louder and then fade as the people went passed. But he didn’t care anymore. All he wanted was for Draco to be inside him and for the incredible pressure building inside him to be relieved.
The fingers finally stopped torturing him and were pulled out. He spread his legs a little as he felt Draco’s hands on his hips, followed by the slow, steady pressure as his lover pushed into him. Harry started pushing back, desperate now to feel Draco inside him, but the movement was quickly stopped by the iron grip of those hands. “Draco....”
“Don’t move ... let me.” The normally clear, cool voice was ragged with emotion now and Harry knew that any moment now those grey eyes would flutter closed and Draco’s face would twist with passion.
The pressure inside him continued to grow as the hard cock moved deeper and deeper. Then just when he thought he would finally get what he wanted, Harry felt Draco stop. He remained still for several seconds and then pulled back a little. Draco’s grip on Harry’s hips became firmer and instead of pushing forward again, he suddenly pulled Harry back against him, finally sheathing himself fully inside the welcoming tightness. Harry’s breath came out in a loud groan at the invading pressure.
“God, Harry ... you feel so good.”
Harry gasped against the intrusion. It make his own cock feel heavier and fuller than he could ever remember, and the drag on it made everything feel so tight around Draco’s invading erection as it throbbed deep inside him. Harry wanted to move, but his lover’s grip on his hips held him firmly in place. He wanted to reach for himself but couldn’t.
Then Draco started to move ... coming out almost all the way out, only to pull Harry back towards him as he sheathed himself again, twisting as he entered, the pressure building up ... harder and faster with each thrust. Harry knew Draco was moving closer and closer to completion, but he was hanging there. On the brink.
Desperate to be touched.
Desperate to get relief for the growing build-up of emotional and physical tension.
His fingers gripped forcefully at the edge of the desk as he felt Draco send bursts of bone-dissolving pleasure through him, each and every thrust filling him with warmth. Then, just when he thought he would come without being touched, Draco’s hand closed around him.
With Draco still buried deep inside him, Harry gasped into his own completion, the release so intense he thought for a moment he might pass out.
**************
“Well?”
Harry looked up to Draco’s softly smiling face. They were sitting in the large chair behind McGonagall’s desk where Draco had pulled them in the heady afterglow. Harry was sitting on Draco’s lap, his partner’s hand playing lightly between Harry’s legs, while he leaned against Draco’s firm chest. “Well, what?”
“You have a class to teach in about 15 minutes and you will be wafting Sandalwood over all those poor students.”
He nuzzled into Draco’s neck, “I know. What do you reckon Minerva will make of the smell in her classroom?”
“She will quite rightly assume that her two youngest teachers have just had hot passionate sex on her desk.”
Harry chuckled. “And probably faint in front of all those first years at the very thought.”
“Mmmm” Draco’s fingers fluttered briefly behind Harry’s balls. “We’ve both got Quidditch teams to coach after classes, but maybe we can continue this later.”
“I think I could be persuaded.” Harry kissed lightly at the corner of Draco’s mouth. “And I still think my team played better than yours.”
“But it was my team that won. Care to make a bet on the next match?” Draco turned into the kiss, letting his tongue run lazily over Harry’s lips until the mouth opened to let him in.
“No way,” Harry finally answered. He knew he should get off Draco’s lap because if he stayed any longer he would start getting hard again. “You’re playing Hufflepuff.” He teased at a nipple through Draco’s shirt. “What sort of bet can I put on that and stand a chance of winning?”
“Okay, point taken. But I do have another little wager for you.”
“Which is?” Harry eased himself off of Draco’s lap and looked around for his clothes.
“It’s simple. You get a kiss from Snape at the Valentine Ball tonight.” Draco hitched up his own trousers and began picking up the things he’d swept from the desk. He could tell that Harry was looking at him, mouth probably open in shock and when he met the other man’s gaze he grinned because he’d been spot on.
“You have got to be joking!”
“Do it and I’ll let you shag me under the Quidditch stands during the Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff match.” Draco reached up, trailing the back of his fingers over Harry’s cheek before continuing, his voice low and persuasive. “I know you’ve wanted to do that under your Invisibility cloak since way back when we were at school.”
“You. Have. Got. To. Be. Joking.” Harry repeated, each word enunciated clearly.
Draco smirked. “Scared, Potter?”
~fin
14th February 2004
So, here it is ... 3000 words of H/D boy!smut. There is a tiny bit of plot, but not too much. If you care to read it as being part of the Resolution universe, then be my guest. It is NC-17 so be warned.
Happy Valentine to everyone, especially to all on LJ who have put up with my wibbling over the last few months, but especially to olivia_lupin (for her constant support and superb betas not only of this story but of loads of other things), taradiane, nmalfoy and aome.
Finally, please check out the following beautiful piece of artwork by Yma Greene. It wasn’t actually drawn for this story, but it seemed to fit so well that I asked if I could link to it, and she very kindly said ‘yes’.
A deal is a deal
“You’ve got to be joking!”
“No.” Draco grinned as he pushed Harry backwards into the empty Transfiguration classroom. “A deal is a deal, Potter. Don’t tell me that a Gryffindor is going to renege on his deal?”
“Of course not.” Harry kept stepping backwards, Draco’s hand on his chest pushing him relentlessly. “I just through it would be somewhere ... you know ... private.” The wall finally halted his progress, the hard stone pressing into his back through his robes and shirt.
“Where would be the fun in that?” Draco slid his hand inside Harry’s robes and placed it flat on his lover’s chest, watching the green eyes flutter closed against the heat on his skin. “And you like it, don’t you?” He leaned in close, whispering in one ear, his breath teasing at the strands of messy ink-black hair. “You like the idea that someone might come in and catch The Boy Who Lived being oh so thoroughly shagged.” A hand reached down to run over the telltale bulge already blooming in Harry’s trousers.
Harry groaned but didn’t push into Draco’s hand. The control that it took to stay still was clearly visible on his face as he bit at his lower lip. “At least lock the door.”
“No.” Draco’s tongue darted out and licked at Harry’s ear, drawing the lobe into his mouth. He tugged on it gently, rolling the fleshy tip briefly before releasing it. “You promised me an hour to do exactly what I wanted if Gryffindor lost to Slytherin. We thrashed you, so now I’m claiming my hour and this time, it’s my rules, Harry, my rules.”
“Okay.” Harry’s breath came out as a shuddering sigh and he raised his hands to Draco’s shoulders. “Your rules.”
“That’s what I like ... a nice, compliant Harry Potter.”
Green eyes flashed dangerously and when Draco leaned in to kiss him, Harry nipped hard at Draco’s lip. Draco gave a little hiss of pain and briefly touched his fingers to the tender skin. “Now, that deserves an extra fifteen minutes.”
“Don’t push your luck, Malfoy. Enjoy it while you can and remember that revenge is very, very sweet.” Harry reached up and, tangling his fingers in the blond hair, pulled Draco’s mouth hard against his own.
Draco smiled into the kiss, happy to let his partner have his moment of control, and pushed his arms into Harry’s robes, circling the slim waist. He opened his mouth, taking in Harry’s tongue and revelling in the taste and texture, and he could feel the fingers in his hair, holding on tightly ... almost painfully ... as they held him against that seeking mouth.
When he finally pulled back, the green of Harry’s eyes had almost disappeared beneath his dilated pupils and Draco was sure the grey of his own was equally masked. “Oh, Harry, I hope you’re not trying to distract me from my purpose.”
“Whatever gives you that idea? But, love, you are running out of time.” Harry whispered a quick spell and a large hourglass appeared on one of the desks, a mixture of scarlet and gold sand running from the top to the bottom.
Mouth curling in a half-smile, Draco looked from the glass back to Harry and took a step back from him. “Then I better get started hadn’t I?” He reached out a hand, letting his fingertips graze over Harry’s cheek before removing his glasses. Carefully folding them, he turned and placed them next to the hourglass. “You can start by taking off your robes I think.”
By the time Draco turned back, the black robes had been removed and tossed carelessly onto a chair. Harry stood quietly against the wall, dressed in a long sleeved white shirt, hands in the pockets of his black trousers, the only colour in his clothing the striped Gryffindor tie. The dark head with tilted downwards, but his lover’s eyes were fixed on him, watching from beneath the messy fringe. The gaze was a cross between insolence and impetuosity, but there was a sexy undercurrent, emphasized by the way Harry stood with his hips just slightly jutting forward. It was a look that made Draco’s cock twitch and start to harden in anticipation.
Draco folded his arms, the fingers of one hand stroking thoughtfully at his chin as he surveyed the person before him. “Loosen your tie, Harry ... that’s right ... just a little, and unbutton the top button of your shirt.” Draco licked at his own dry lips as Harry complied, dropping his head back against the wall to expose the long line of his neck.
Unfolding his arms, Draco leaned forward, placing one hand on either side of Harry’s head, and licked at the pulse point now exposed at the base of Harry’s throat. “Mmmmm, very nice.” He licked at it again, continuing the journey up to his lover’s chin.
Harry groaned, a hand coming to rest on Draco’s shoulder. Draco pushed it away and straightened up.
“Now, now ... no taking liberties.”
The look of arousal turned to annoyance as the hand dropped away. “Watch your time, Malfoy.”
“Don’t worry yourself, Harry. I know exactly how much time I have. Take off your trousers.”
Harry’s eyes widened slightly at the commanding tone, but he did as he was told, siding off his shoes and slipping out of the black slacks.
“And your boxers.”
Draco’s lip twitched as the blue briefs were pulled off and dropped on top of the discarded trousers. Self-consciously, Harry tugged at the bottom of his shirt as if to hide his half-hard erection, but it poked invitingly out from between the edges of the shirt and Draco reached forward, his index finger flicking over the already moist head. Harry whimpered a little and Draco felt his own cock twitch in sympathy.
“Turn around.”
As Harry complied, Draco’s eyes travelled automatically down to his arse, still covered by the tail of the white shirt. He could tell from the way the shirt pulled over Harry’s shoulders that he was adjusting himself, and Draco swallowed at the thought. Harry touching himself was one of the most erotic things Draco had ever seen and he almost gave in to the idea of watching Harry bring himself off rather than taking his lover here in the unlocked classroom. He let his own hand rub against the stiff bulge in his own trousers as he slipped off his shoes. “Now raise your arms.”
Harry glanced briefly back over his shoulder before doing as instructed, resting both palms flat on the stone.
“Higher.”
Fingertips climbed further up the stone, until his arms were stretched high above him. The white shirt rose, finally exposing the round curve of Harry’s arse to Draco’s hungry eyes. It trembled under the long stretch, the muscles tense and firm.
And Draco knew he had to touch.
He glanced briefly at the hourglass, noticing that the sand was already a third gone. Quickly flicking a hand towards it, Draco muttered a charm under his breath. It slowed the flow of sand a little and changed it to green and silver. Grinning slyly, he stripped off his own trousers and underwear, freeing his already firm cock and gave it a few friendly strokes before turning back to Harry. Reaching forward, he placed a hand on each of the pert mounds of Harry’s arse and gave them a heart-stopping squeeze.
Their groans of pleasure came in unison, and Draco leaned in, his own hard length pressing into the crease between the two delicious globes, and he pressed them together trapping himself. He was aware of Harry saying something, but the words were mumbled ... incoherent ... as, still leaning against Harry’s delicious arse, he reached around and rested his hands in the creases where the top of Harry’s legs met his torso. He let his hand run back and forth, fingertips brushing against his partner’s heavy balls, but he didn’t want to touch that straining cock ... not yet....
Harry pushed back, moving his hips as if to get Draco’s hands to do something ... anything, and when Draco nuzzled into his hair, eventually finding the sweet depression at the back of his ear, Harry shuddered. “Fuck, Draco....”
“In a minute, Harry. Learn a little patience.” He let his hands graze over Harry’s hot, heated length before dragging them up his taut stomach to his already hard nipples. Still pressing against Harry’s back, Draco let his hips rock gently as he tugged at the nipples through the shirt and nipped at Harry’s ear. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his partner’s fingers flexing against the stone as if they could dig into the surface.
“So, where would you like it?’ He rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, the sound of Harry’s moans making his own stomach flutter. “Against the wall? On your hands and knees? Maybe with you bent over the side of McGonagall’s desk?”
“I thought you were in charge.” Harry’s voice was hoarse as he pushed back, grinding against Draco with clear need.
“Well, never let it be said that I’m not a fair person.” Draco gave one nipple a hard pinch before letting his hand drop down to take hold of Harry’s straining cock, giving it a light squeeze. “I like to give people a choice.” He finally pulled back, releasing Harry who started to take his hands away from the wall. “No, stay there.”
“My arms ache.”
“And stop whining. Okay you can lower them a bit.” He took hold of Harry’s hips, pulling him a couple of feet from the wall. “Lean forward ... that’s it....”
Harry’s arse looked inviting beneath the white cotton and Draco admired it briefly before reaching into the pocket of his robe and taking out a small vial of oil. “Spread your legs a little.” He tapped gently at one of Harry’s ankles and his lover complied. “God, Harry, you really are gorgeous.” One of his fingers trailed down the inviting cleft, pausing to feather over the waiting opening.
Harry’s moan became louder as he wriggled against the finger. “Please, Draco ... please.”
“Oh yes, I just love it when you beg me.” He pulled away, enjoying both the sound and look of annoyance it provoked. Green eyes looked back at him, pleading, and Draco could see the way Harry was already panting. “What is it you want, Harry?” He opened the little vial and tipped some oil into his palm.
“I want you.”
“Here? In this open classroom? Where anyone could walk in?” Draco put the small bottle down, rubbing the oil over his fingers.
“Anywhere ... I don’t care....”
“Good...” Draco’s voice was a whisper as he let his now oil-slicked fingers retrace their journey of a few moments before. He swirled his finger over Harry’s entrance and slowly pushed against it until the muscle gave way, letting the finger penetrate. Harry’s groan mirrored his own as he pushed in. “You are so tight, Harry ... always so tight....”
Harry whimpered and pushed back against the invading pressure, hips circling in little flicks as Draco pushed in a second finger. “What’s that smell?” he gasped.
“Sandalwood.” The fingers thrust deep before pulling back.
“I thought so. I’ve got classes ... I’ll smell the whole afternoon.”
“Won’t you ... of me and sex and sandalwood.” Draco thrust once and knew he’d hit the little gland deep inside because Harry’s knees trembled against the liquefying onslaught. “Are you ready?”
“Yes ... please ... yes....”
Fingers still deep inside, Draco snaked his other arm around Harry’s waist and pulled him upright. With his precious bundle, he took three steps forward and turned him towards the large desk. His own cock was so hard he wasn’t sure he could wait to get it into the delicious tight heat that was gripping at his fingers. “On McGonagall’s desk I think.” His voice was a satisfying smirk
“What?!” Harry made to pull away. “She’ll kill me if she finds out.
“Then don’t tell her.” Draco swept the few pieces of parchment from the surface with a sweep of his free arm and leaned Harry over the wooden surface.
Harry gripped at the edges of the desk, the hard surface pushing against his chest and creating almost painful friction against his engorged nipples. He pressed closer, shifting against the pleasure-pain of the pressure. His cock ached, the head already slick with precome. It swung free, as did his balls, heavy in the space between his groin and the desk and he was desperate for relief. But he couldn’t reach himself from this angle ... and couldn’t move because of Draco’s clever fingers trapping him.
The fingers moved over his prostate again, and he collapsed like a limp rag against the desk.
Outside the classroom he heard the sound of laughter become louder and then fade as the people went passed. But he didn’t care anymore. All he wanted was for Draco to be inside him and for the incredible pressure building inside him to be relieved.
The fingers finally stopped torturing him and were pulled out. He spread his legs a little as he felt Draco’s hands on his hips, followed by the slow, steady pressure as his lover pushed into him. Harry started pushing back, desperate now to feel Draco inside him, but the movement was quickly stopped by the iron grip of those hands. “Draco....”
“Don’t move ... let me.” The normally clear, cool voice was ragged with emotion now and Harry knew that any moment now those grey eyes would flutter closed and Draco’s face would twist with passion.
The pressure inside him continued to grow as the hard cock moved deeper and deeper. Then just when he thought he would finally get what he wanted, Harry felt Draco stop. He remained still for several seconds and then pulled back a little. Draco’s grip on Harry’s hips became firmer and instead of pushing forward again, he suddenly pulled Harry back against him, finally sheathing himself fully inside the welcoming tightness. Harry’s breath came out in a loud groan at the invading pressure.
“God, Harry ... you feel so good.”
Harry gasped against the intrusion. It make his own cock feel heavier and fuller than he could ever remember, and the drag on it made everything feel so tight around Draco’s invading erection as it throbbed deep inside him. Harry wanted to move, but his lover’s grip on his hips held him firmly in place. He wanted to reach for himself but couldn’t.
Then Draco started to move ... coming out almost all the way out, only to pull Harry back towards him as he sheathed himself again, twisting as he entered, the pressure building up ... harder and faster with each thrust. Harry knew Draco was moving closer and closer to completion, but he was hanging there. On the brink.
Desperate to be touched.
Desperate to get relief for the growing build-up of emotional and physical tension.
His fingers gripped forcefully at the edge of the desk as he felt Draco send bursts of bone-dissolving pleasure through him, each and every thrust filling him with warmth. Then, just when he thought he would come without being touched, Draco’s hand closed around him.
With Draco still buried deep inside him, Harry gasped into his own completion, the release so intense he thought for a moment he might pass out.
**************
“Well?”
Harry looked up to Draco’s softly smiling face. They were sitting in the large chair behind McGonagall’s desk where Draco had pulled them in the heady afterglow. Harry was sitting on Draco’s lap, his partner’s hand playing lightly between Harry’s legs, while he leaned against Draco’s firm chest. “Well, what?”
“You have a class to teach in about 15 minutes and you will be wafting Sandalwood over all those poor students.”
He nuzzled into Draco’s neck, “I know. What do you reckon Minerva will make of the smell in her classroom?”
“She will quite rightly assume that her two youngest teachers have just had hot passionate sex on her desk.”
Harry chuckled. “And probably faint in front of all those first years at the very thought.”
“Mmmm” Draco’s fingers fluttered briefly behind Harry’s balls. “We’ve both got Quidditch teams to coach after classes, but maybe we can continue this later.”
“I think I could be persuaded.” Harry kissed lightly at the corner of Draco’s mouth. “And I still think my team played better than yours.”
“But it was my team that won. Care to make a bet on the next match?” Draco turned into the kiss, letting his tongue run lazily over Harry’s lips until the mouth opened to let him in.
“No way,” Harry finally answered. He knew he should get off Draco’s lap because if he stayed any longer he would start getting hard again. “You’re playing Hufflepuff.” He teased at a nipple through Draco’s shirt. “What sort of bet can I put on that and stand a chance of winning?”
“Okay, point taken. But I do have another little wager for you.”
“Which is?” Harry eased himself off of Draco’s lap and looked around for his clothes.
“It’s simple. You get a kiss from Snape at the Valentine Ball tonight.” Draco hitched up his own trousers and began picking up the things he’d swept from the desk. He could tell that Harry was looking at him, mouth probably open in shock and when he met the other man’s gaze he grinned because he’d been spot on.
“You have got to be joking!”
“Do it and I’ll let you shag me under the Quidditch stands during the Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff match.” Draco reached up, trailing the back of his fingers over Harry’s cheek before continuing, his voice low and persuasive. “I know you’ve wanted to do that under your Invisibility cloak since way back when we were at school.”
“You. Have. Got. To. Be. Joking.” Harry repeated, each word enunciated clearly.
Draco smirked. “Scared, Potter?”
~fin
14th February 2004