"Candyfloss" - No 3 - Honeyduke’s Luxury Selection
Here, for your pleasure, is the third in the Honeyduke’s Luxury Selection
The first treat in the Selection Box was Chocolate Frogs and the second was Lollipops.
So, I present Candyfloss ... NC17 ... PWP ... H/D ... Harry, a crowded Quidditch Stadium and a Slytherin with a sweet fetish....
Thanks to olivia_lupin ... my favourite Beta. This is for you, Dear Heart.
Note: "Candyfloss" is called "Cotton Candy" in America.
This is most definitely NOT the Resolution universe.
Candyfloss
Author: Frances Potter
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: M/M slash
Disclaimer: The story is mine but the characters belong to JKR
Next time I’m going to make you come without touching you.
Harry stared at the message Hedwig had just brought him, eyes opening wide in a mixture of horror and disbelief. He read it quickly again, as if to confirm to his suddenly addled mind that it actually did say what he thought it said before screwing it up into a tight little ball. He looked furtively around the Great Hall, as if to check that no one else had seen what it said.
Hedwig pecked at the fist now hiding the message, and Harry quickly scratched at her head before finding her a piece of bacon. He could feel himself flushing at the words on the parchment, and even though he’d tried hard not to, he let his gaze slowly track across the Great Hall to the Slytherin table where Draco Malfoy was currently drizzling honey onto a slice of toast. Harry swallowed, looking away just as Malfoy lifted a finger to his mouth to lick away a dribble of honey from the tip.
The note had come from the Slytherin, Harry was sure of that, he would recognise the handwriting anywhere. But how had Malfoy persuaded Hedwig to deliver it? More to the point, what the hell gave Malfoy the right to send him something like this anyway? He could feel the ball of parchment getting damp as his palm began to sweat at the memory of Malfoy’s previous attacks on him and he quickly pushed it into his pocket before wiping his hand on his trousers.
He could feel himself getting angry at the fact Malfoy was getting at him like this ... using some sort of weird sexual play that had left Harry gasping as he came and Malfoy smirking triumphantly as he walked away. And now this note, which made it even worse, because Harry could hear Malfoy saying the words and could feel himself getting aroused at the prospect of it happening.
But he knew full well that the very last thing he wanted was for Malfoy to start feeling him up again as he’d done first on the Hogwarts Express and then in the corridor. He hated Malfoy ... detested him and everything he stood for ... and the fact the other boy had forced him like that made him feel queasy.
He needed a plan. Some way to give Malfoy a taste of his own medicine, but he’d been trying to come up with something since the Slytherin had waylaid him in the corridor and shoved a lollipop in Harry’s mouth. The trouble was, everything he could think of would probably make Malfoy’s smirk even more triumphant rather than have him turned into a gibbering wreck.
Hedwig finally finished her bacon and, snagging a second piece, flew from the table. Meanwhile Harry glared at the Slytherin table, his mind toying with thoughts of Malfoy begging for mercy, with his cock hard and Harry refusing to let him come.
*********************
Two hours later, Harry was down at the Quidditch pitch with his fellow Gryffindors, waiting for the match between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff to start. They’d managed to get the front row in part of the stadium that was out of the cutting November wind, and were now busy sharing sweets, hot chestnuts and wonderful warm Butterbeer bought from the little stall set up by Honeyduke’s for the match.
This was the first match of the season, and there was a palpable excitement around the stadium as the two teams came out onto the pitch. Seamus was busy taking bets while Ron and Hermione were huddled close together, supposedly because of the cold but everyone knew there was more to it than that. Harry was sitting at the end of the row, determined to take his new job as Gryffindor Quidditch Captain seriously by studying the form of both teams. Finally, something enjoyable to do instead of his twin horrors of studying and trying to defeat Voldemort.
Then, just as Madam Hooch blew her whistle and threw the Quaffle up in the air to start the game, there was a commotion from the seats behind the Gryffindors. Harry turned and groaned as he realised it was a group of Slytherins. They clambered over the seats and eventually settled noisily a couple of rows behind, except that was, for Draco Malfoy. He was carrying a very large pink candyfloss and rather than joining his housemates, he climbed down the steps to the front row. With a very uncharacteristic smile and polite “Excuse me”s, he began to push his way past the Gryffindors. He even said “Sorry” when he trod on Neville’s foot.
He didn’t apologise, however, when he caught Ron’s ankle, wobbled momentarily and ended up sitting on Harry’s lap. Ron swore and kicked at the Slytherin’s leg, telling him to watch where he was going, but Malfoy just continued smiling and slowly ground into Harry’s lap before sliding off to sit on the bench.
Harry squeezed his legs tightly together, not sure if he was just in shock at the contact or if he was making some pointless effort to stop his cock from twitching at the memory of the pressure of Malfoy’s arse. He glared angrily at the other boy, whose only reaction was to smirk at Harry as he spun a strand of candyfloss around his finger before depositing the pink sugar-spun sweet into his mouth. Harry quickly looked away, trying to focus his attention on the game.
It didn’t work.
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry couldn’t help but the watch as Malfoy slowly worked his way through the candyfloss, wrapping it around his finger and then slowly nibbling it off, leaving the boy’s mouth sticky with sugar. Harry’s hands tightened together in his lap and when Ron offered him a Chocolate Frog, he quickly shook his head. It couldn’t get any worse.
It did.
Malfoy waggled a candyfloss-coated finger at him and murmured, “Want some?”
“Piss off,” Harry hissed, realising too late that as he’d spoken, he’d leaned into Malfoy, their shoulders pressing together. Quickly he straightened.
“Okay, just trying to be friendly.” Malfoy pouted as he pressed the whole of his leg, hip to ankle, against Harry.
Harry would have moved but there was nowhere else to go, except to press just as firmly into Ron who was sitting on his other side. Instead he angrily pushed back against Malfoy’s leg. “Get off! You’ve got loads of room.”
“True, but this is much nicer.” Malfoy said, sotto voce, just loud enough for Harry to hear over the roar of the crowd as the Quidditch match continued. “Are you sure I can’t tempt you?” He pulled off some more of the candyfloss and gestured towards Harry with it.
This time Harry chose not to speak, deciding that he would just ignore Malfoy. Whatever his game was, Harry wasn’t going to play it. His plan seemed to work, because the Slytherin didn’t speak again and even stopped pressing against Harry. Perhaps now he could enjoy the game in peace.
Hufflepuff had just drawn even with Ravenclaw when that peace was broken.
“Do you know what fellatio is, Harry?” Once again the voice was soft, barely audible to anyone but Harry.
Harry started, his head whirling round to look at Malfoy. Then he felt himself start to go red. He wasn’t really sure what the word meant, but from the look on Malfoy’s face, it had to have something to do with sex and Harry’s lack of knowledge was only going to bring a sneer to those annoying features again. “Of course,” Harry successfully leered back. “Do you want instructions?”
“On how to suck someone off?” Grey eyes twinkled in complete contrast to the look of angelic innocence on Malfoy’s face. “You want to show me, Potter? We could pop outside now and you could get down on your knees and show me what a good little cocksucker you are.”
Face reddening further, Harry suddenly realised just what fellatio was ... a fancy word for a blowjob. Of course, he know what that was ... he’d talked about it with the other boys in their late-night sex discussions. Ron claimed to know everything, Seamus claimed to have done everything and Dean claimed Seamus was the biggest liar in the whole school. Neville was normally quiet, but Harry was pretty sure he knew much more than he claimed, while Harry....
Well, he wanked as much as the next guy, and he’d kissed and petted with a couple of girls, but he’d gone no further than that. In fact, Malfoy tossing him off was the first time he’d ever let anyone do that sort of thing. He quickly threw that thought out of his mind ... he hadn’t let Malfoy do anything! Malfoy had forced himself on Harry! His cock stirred and he squeezed his legs tighter together, desperate to keep it trapped and under control.
Malfoy chuckled. “Why Harry, I do believe you’re embarrassed.” He pressed hard against Harry’s leg. “Hasn’t anyone ever gone down on you before?”
Harry swallowed, suddenly desperate to get away, but around him everybody was suddenly jeering and shouting as someone performed a foul on another player. He had no idea what had happened as his focus had suddenly zeroed down to the whispering voice at his side.
“Would you like me to tell you what it feels like, Harry. Then maybe you could show me.”
Harry shuddered, feeling a little faint, as the blood seemed to rush from his head to other parts of his body. He glanced sideways, meeting the mischievous glint in the grey eyes and watched as Malfoy wound the candyfloss around his index finger until it was completely covered.
“First, Harry, I’m going to take that hardening cock out of your trousers. Are you getting hard now? Is that why you’re holding yourself?”
Quickly Harry removed his own traitorous hand that had at some point drifted down to his groin. He shoved it into his armpit as if to capture it and prevent it from disgracing him again.
“Then I’m going to stroke you up and down, until you’re hard and stretched tight for me. And that, Harry is when the fun begins. Would you mind holding this for me?” Malfoy held out the candyfloss and waited patiently until Harry, now oblivious to the game and the other people around him, took hold of the little stick. “Good boy.”
Harry growled in annoyance and shoved it back, but when Malfoy didn’t take it, he kept hold of it. His cock had slipped from the safety of his thighs, and he could feel it pressing against his underwear -- stretching and hardening.
Keeping his hands down at waist level, out of sight of the surrounding crowd, Malfoy continued. “So, the next thing I’ll do is pull your foreskin back ... just like this.” He pushed at the candyfloss until the tip of his finger was exposed. “Mmmm, very nice, do you like doing that to yourself? Pulling it back and forth? Making yourself all slippery?”
Trying not to whimper, Harry struggled to pull his attention back to the game, anything but what Malfoy was doing. He could smell the sweetness of the candyfloss he was holding and his own need had risen almost to the point it hurt.
“This is where it gets good, Harry. Because now I’ve pulled the foreskin back, I can get at your lovely slick head. I’m going to lean over you and lick it all over.” Malfoy brought the finger up and let his tongue reach out to swirl around the bared tip, dipping into the space behind the nail. “I like to get at the precome just as it comes out ... get the tip of my tongue right into that little slit.”
It was pointless, Harry decided with a growing sense of despair. Pointless to try and think of anything else except what Malfoy was saying. He wondered briefly if Malfoy was as hard as he was, erection now pressing hard against his trousers, moisture from the head smearing his skin.
“When you start to groan and writhe under me, I’ll take your cock into my mouth, first the head ... Mmmm, just think, Harry, you’ll be able to watch as I have to open wide to take it all in.” Malfoy slowly slid the candyfloss-covered finger into his mouth, twisting it as he went. The sugar strands were pushed down and down, dissolving against the skin so that when Malfoy pulled the finger out it was left covered in the sticky residue. “Of course, when I pull back up, I’d curl my tongue around the sensitive underside of your cock, twisting and twisting....”
Harry was on his feet, stumbling over his friends’ legs, muttering “ ‘cuse me” and “sorry” and he rushed from the stadium. From somewhere behind, he could hear them calling after him, but the only thought in his mind at that moment was to get as far away from Malfoy as possible.
Oh ... and to get somewhere private before his cock exploded from the pressure building up in his balls.
If he’d cared to look back, he would have seen Malfoy lick his finger clean, stand and climb gracefully over the benches without disturbing either the Gryffindors (who were still arguing over who should go check on Harry) or the Slytherins (who were shouting at the Gryffindors to sit down and get out of their way), and follow Harry from the stadium.
Finding a dark corner, Harry fell back against the wall, panting deeply as he tried to get his breath back. He was so hard it hurt and he knew that if he touched himself he’d come almost immediately.
Damn Malfoy!
Damn him to hell!
And he still had the git’s candyfloss as well.
Staring at the pink confection, Harry frowned and looked furtively about him. Then slowly he plucked at the candyfloss, pulling off a small chunk. It stuck to his fingers and then to his chin as he pushed it into his mouth where it dissolved, filling his mouth with sweetness.
His groan was deep and heartfelt, and as he closed his eyes at the sensation, he came with a shuddering burst that almost made his knees give way. The candyfloss dropped from his nerveless fingers to the ground.
Something stopped him from falling and he grabbed automatically at it, still shuddering in the aftermath of his climax.
“See, I told you I’d make you come without touching you.”
Harry opened his eyes, trying to focus on Malfoy as he struggled to draw air into his heaving chest. He thought he saw something in that face ... something that wasn’t a smirk. Then, just when Harry thought it could get no worse, Malfoy leaned forward, licking at the sticky sweetness on Harry’s chin. He shuddered, whimpering as the blond licked a second time, the tip of his tongue brushing over the corner of his mouth.
“Why?” Harry finally managed to pant. “Why are you doing this?”
The softness dissolved, replaced by a half smile. “Because I can, Potter. And because you want me too.” Malfoy glanced briefly at the dropped candyfloss. “And you owe me a Sickle for that.” His hand went down, briefly brushing over Harry’s groin. “I’ll be by for payment later.”
~~~Fin
Part Four ... Chocolates
9th May 2004
The first treat in the Selection Box was Chocolate Frogs and the second was Lollipops.
So, I present Candyfloss ... NC17 ... PWP ... H/D ... Harry, a crowded Quidditch Stadium and a Slytherin with a sweet fetish....
Thanks to olivia_lupin ... my favourite Beta. This is for you, Dear Heart.
Note: "Candyfloss" is called "Cotton Candy" in America.
This is most definitely NOT the Resolution universe.
Candyfloss
Author: Frances Potter
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: M/M slash
Disclaimer: The story is mine but the characters belong to JKR
Next time I’m going to make you come without touching you.
Harry stared at the message Hedwig had just brought him, eyes opening wide in a mixture of horror and disbelief. He read it quickly again, as if to confirm to his suddenly addled mind that it actually did say what he thought it said before screwing it up into a tight little ball. He looked furtively around the Great Hall, as if to check that no one else had seen what it said.
Hedwig pecked at the fist now hiding the message, and Harry quickly scratched at her head before finding her a piece of bacon. He could feel himself flushing at the words on the parchment, and even though he’d tried hard not to, he let his gaze slowly track across the Great Hall to the Slytherin table where Draco Malfoy was currently drizzling honey onto a slice of toast. Harry swallowed, looking away just as Malfoy lifted a finger to his mouth to lick away a dribble of honey from the tip.
The note had come from the Slytherin, Harry was sure of that, he would recognise the handwriting anywhere. But how had Malfoy persuaded Hedwig to deliver it? More to the point, what the hell gave Malfoy the right to send him something like this anyway? He could feel the ball of parchment getting damp as his palm began to sweat at the memory of Malfoy’s previous attacks on him and he quickly pushed it into his pocket before wiping his hand on his trousers.
He could feel himself getting angry at the fact Malfoy was getting at him like this ... using some sort of weird sexual play that had left Harry gasping as he came and Malfoy smirking triumphantly as he walked away. And now this note, which made it even worse, because Harry could hear Malfoy saying the words and could feel himself getting aroused at the prospect of it happening.
But he knew full well that the very last thing he wanted was for Malfoy to start feeling him up again as he’d done first on the Hogwarts Express and then in the corridor. He hated Malfoy ... detested him and everything he stood for ... and the fact the other boy had forced him like that made him feel queasy.
He needed a plan. Some way to give Malfoy a taste of his own medicine, but he’d been trying to come up with something since the Slytherin had waylaid him in the corridor and shoved a lollipop in Harry’s mouth. The trouble was, everything he could think of would probably make Malfoy’s smirk even more triumphant rather than have him turned into a gibbering wreck.
Hedwig finally finished her bacon and, snagging a second piece, flew from the table. Meanwhile Harry glared at the Slytherin table, his mind toying with thoughts of Malfoy begging for mercy, with his cock hard and Harry refusing to let him come.
*********************
Two hours later, Harry was down at the Quidditch pitch with his fellow Gryffindors, waiting for the match between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff to start. They’d managed to get the front row in part of the stadium that was out of the cutting November wind, and were now busy sharing sweets, hot chestnuts and wonderful warm Butterbeer bought from the little stall set up by Honeyduke’s for the match.
This was the first match of the season, and there was a palpable excitement around the stadium as the two teams came out onto the pitch. Seamus was busy taking bets while Ron and Hermione were huddled close together, supposedly because of the cold but everyone knew there was more to it than that. Harry was sitting at the end of the row, determined to take his new job as Gryffindor Quidditch Captain seriously by studying the form of both teams. Finally, something enjoyable to do instead of his twin horrors of studying and trying to defeat Voldemort.
Then, just as Madam Hooch blew her whistle and threw the Quaffle up in the air to start the game, there was a commotion from the seats behind the Gryffindors. Harry turned and groaned as he realised it was a group of Slytherins. They clambered over the seats and eventually settled noisily a couple of rows behind, except that was, for Draco Malfoy. He was carrying a very large pink candyfloss and rather than joining his housemates, he climbed down the steps to the front row. With a very uncharacteristic smile and polite “Excuse me”s, he began to push his way past the Gryffindors. He even said “Sorry” when he trod on Neville’s foot.
He didn’t apologise, however, when he caught Ron’s ankle, wobbled momentarily and ended up sitting on Harry’s lap. Ron swore and kicked at the Slytherin’s leg, telling him to watch where he was going, but Malfoy just continued smiling and slowly ground into Harry’s lap before sliding off to sit on the bench.
Harry squeezed his legs tightly together, not sure if he was just in shock at the contact or if he was making some pointless effort to stop his cock from twitching at the memory of the pressure of Malfoy’s arse. He glared angrily at the other boy, whose only reaction was to smirk at Harry as he spun a strand of candyfloss around his finger before depositing the pink sugar-spun sweet into his mouth. Harry quickly looked away, trying to focus his attention on the game.
It didn’t work.
Out of the corner of his eye, Harry couldn’t help but the watch as Malfoy slowly worked his way through the candyfloss, wrapping it around his finger and then slowly nibbling it off, leaving the boy’s mouth sticky with sugar. Harry’s hands tightened together in his lap and when Ron offered him a Chocolate Frog, he quickly shook his head. It couldn’t get any worse.
It did.
Malfoy waggled a candyfloss-coated finger at him and murmured, “Want some?”
“Piss off,” Harry hissed, realising too late that as he’d spoken, he’d leaned into Malfoy, their shoulders pressing together. Quickly he straightened.
“Okay, just trying to be friendly.” Malfoy pouted as he pressed the whole of his leg, hip to ankle, against Harry.
Harry would have moved but there was nowhere else to go, except to press just as firmly into Ron who was sitting on his other side. Instead he angrily pushed back against Malfoy’s leg. “Get off! You’ve got loads of room.”
“True, but this is much nicer.” Malfoy said, sotto voce, just loud enough for Harry to hear over the roar of the crowd as the Quidditch match continued. “Are you sure I can’t tempt you?” He pulled off some more of the candyfloss and gestured towards Harry with it.
This time Harry chose not to speak, deciding that he would just ignore Malfoy. Whatever his game was, Harry wasn’t going to play it. His plan seemed to work, because the Slytherin didn’t speak again and even stopped pressing against Harry. Perhaps now he could enjoy the game in peace.
Hufflepuff had just drawn even with Ravenclaw when that peace was broken.
“Do you know what fellatio is, Harry?” Once again the voice was soft, barely audible to anyone but Harry.
Harry started, his head whirling round to look at Malfoy. Then he felt himself start to go red. He wasn’t really sure what the word meant, but from the look on Malfoy’s face, it had to have something to do with sex and Harry’s lack of knowledge was only going to bring a sneer to those annoying features again. “Of course,” Harry successfully leered back. “Do you want instructions?”
“On how to suck someone off?” Grey eyes twinkled in complete contrast to the look of angelic innocence on Malfoy’s face. “You want to show me, Potter? We could pop outside now and you could get down on your knees and show me what a good little cocksucker you are.”
Face reddening further, Harry suddenly realised just what fellatio was ... a fancy word for a blowjob. Of course, he know what that was ... he’d talked about it with the other boys in their late-night sex discussions. Ron claimed to know everything, Seamus claimed to have done everything and Dean claimed Seamus was the biggest liar in the whole school. Neville was normally quiet, but Harry was pretty sure he knew much more than he claimed, while Harry....
Well, he wanked as much as the next guy, and he’d kissed and petted with a couple of girls, but he’d gone no further than that. In fact, Malfoy tossing him off was the first time he’d ever let anyone do that sort of thing. He quickly threw that thought out of his mind ... he hadn’t let Malfoy do anything! Malfoy had forced himself on Harry! His cock stirred and he squeezed his legs tighter together, desperate to keep it trapped and under control.
Malfoy chuckled. “Why Harry, I do believe you’re embarrassed.” He pressed hard against Harry’s leg. “Hasn’t anyone ever gone down on you before?”
Harry swallowed, suddenly desperate to get away, but around him everybody was suddenly jeering and shouting as someone performed a foul on another player. He had no idea what had happened as his focus had suddenly zeroed down to the whispering voice at his side.
“Would you like me to tell you what it feels like, Harry. Then maybe you could show me.”
Harry shuddered, feeling a little faint, as the blood seemed to rush from his head to other parts of his body. He glanced sideways, meeting the mischievous glint in the grey eyes and watched as Malfoy wound the candyfloss around his index finger until it was completely covered.
“First, Harry, I’m going to take that hardening cock out of your trousers. Are you getting hard now? Is that why you’re holding yourself?”
Quickly Harry removed his own traitorous hand that had at some point drifted down to his groin. He shoved it into his armpit as if to capture it and prevent it from disgracing him again.
“Then I’m going to stroke you up and down, until you’re hard and stretched tight for me. And that, Harry is when the fun begins. Would you mind holding this for me?” Malfoy held out the candyfloss and waited patiently until Harry, now oblivious to the game and the other people around him, took hold of the little stick. “Good boy.”
Harry growled in annoyance and shoved it back, but when Malfoy didn’t take it, he kept hold of it. His cock had slipped from the safety of his thighs, and he could feel it pressing against his underwear -- stretching and hardening.
Keeping his hands down at waist level, out of sight of the surrounding crowd, Malfoy continued. “So, the next thing I’ll do is pull your foreskin back ... just like this.” He pushed at the candyfloss until the tip of his finger was exposed. “Mmmm, very nice, do you like doing that to yourself? Pulling it back and forth? Making yourself all slippery?”
Trying not to whimper, Harry struggled to pull his attention back to the game, anything but what Malfoy was doing. He could smell the sweetness of the candyfloss he was holding and his own need had risen almost to the point it hurt.
“This is where it gets good, Harry. Because now I’ve pulled the foreskin back, I can get at your lovely slick head. I’m going to lean over you and lick it all over.” Malfoy brought the finger up and let his tongue reach out to swirl around the bared tip, dipping into the space behind the nail. “I like to get at the precome just as it comes out ... get the tip of my tongue right into that little slit.”
It was pointless, Harry decided with a growing sense of despair. Pointless to try and think of anything else except what Malfoy was saying. He wondered briefly if Malfoy was as hard as he was, erection now pressing hard against his trousers, moisture from the head smearing his skin.
“When you start to groan and writhe under me, I’ll take your cock into my mouth, first the head ... Mmmm, just think, Harry, you’ll be able to watch as I have to open wide to take it all in.” Malfoy slowly slid the candyfloss-covered finger into his mouth, twisting it as he went. The sugar strands were pushed down and down, dissolving against the skin so that when Malfoy pulled the finger out it was left covered in the sticky residue. “Of course, when I pull back up, I’d curl my tongue around the sensitive underside of your cock, twisting and twisting....”
Harry was on his feet, stumbling over his friends’ legs, muttering “ ‘cuse me” and “sorry” and he rushed from the stadium. From somewhere behind, he could hear them calling after him, but the only thought in his mind at that moment was to get as far away from Malfoy as possible.
Oh ... and to get somewhere private before his cock exploded from the pressure building up in his balls.
If he’d cared to look back, he would have seen Malfoy lick his finger clean, stand and climb gracefully over the benches without disturbing either the Gryffindors (who were still arguing over who should go check on Harry) or the Slytherins (who were shouting at the Gryffindors to sit down and get out of their way), and follow Harry from the stadium.
Finding a dark corner, Harry fell back against the wall, panting deeply as he tried to get his breath back. He was so hard it hurt and he knew that if he touched himself he’d come almost immediately.
Damn Malfoy!
Damn him to hell!
And he still had the git’s candyfloss as well.
Staring at the pink confection, Harry frowned and looked furtively about him. Then slowly he plucked at the candyfloss, pulling off a small chunk. It stuck to his fingers and then to his chin as he pushed it into his mouth where it dissolved, filling his mouth with sweetness.
His groan was deep and heartfelt, and as he closed his eyes at the sensation, he came with a shuddering burst that almost made his knees give way. The candyfloss dropped from his nerveless fingers to the ground.
Something stopped him from falling and he grabbed automatically at it, still shuddering in the aftermath of his climax.
“See, I told you I’d make you come without touching you.”
Harry opened his eyes, trying to focus on Malfoy as he struggled to draw air into his heaving chest. He thought he saw something in that face ... something that wasn’t a smirk. Then, just when Harry thought it could get no worse, Malfoy leaned forward, licking at the sticky sweetness on Harry’s chin. He shuddered, whimpering as the blond licked a second time, the tip of his tongue brushing over the corner of his mouth.
“Why?” Harry finally managed to pant. “Why are you doing this?”
The softness dissolved, replaced by a half smile. “Because I can, Potter. And because you want me too.” Malfoy glanced briefly at the dropped candyfloss. “And you owe me a Sickle for that.” His hand went down, briefly brushing over Harry’s groin. “I’ll be by for payment later.”
~~~Fin
Part Four ... Chocolates
9th May 2004