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Title: Blush
Author/Artist: closet_bound
Rating: NC-17
Warning: m/m, rimming, first time
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. Please don't sue me.
Summery: Sequel to Preparation
Note: for silentauror and everyone who asked for a sequel
Preparation
Harry sat with his legs tucked underneath him on his common room’s overstuffed sofa and stared into the fire. It feels like that moment right before you know nothing would stop you from coming, only it lasts and lasts for as long as I want to hold you down and fuck you with my tongue. Harry shivered, and a smile played across his lips. Would it really feel like that? I want to feel you writhing underneath me when I push past and into your tight little hole, fucking you with my tongue, slow and lazy and sloppy while you're begging for anything, fast and hard, short thrusts with you moaning and screaming, loving the feel of you pushing up, trying to get more. He hadn’t spent more than five minutes thinking of anything else in the past couple of weeks.
Harry glanced down at the Potions book in his lap. He considered making another attempt to study, but it would be useless. Every attempt led his mind down that path of two weeks ago, his book being taken and put aside, words making him so hard it hurt, Draco’s body pressing him into the mattress. He’d spent every Potions class since hiding an erection beneath his desk while he attempted to care which ingredient wouldn’t cause his cauldron to explode.
“What are you thinking about?”
Harry blushed and glanced over at Hermione.
“Never mind. I think I know,” she said, grinning at him cheekily. “I don’t remember you thinking about sex this much in the past or blushing this much, for that matter.”
“Trust me. The two are related,” he answered with a smile and, embarrassingly enough, a darker blush. “The things he said--you can’t imagine--”
“Oh, trust me. I’ve imagined.”
“Hermione!”
Harry attempted to fight down the heat flooding his face as she grinned at him.
“Can you blame me? Your eyes have been glazed for two weeks, and I think you’ve developed a permanent blush. Anything that could affect you like that is worth a fantasy or two. You know, you could help quite a bit if you would give me a bit more detailed explanation--”
“Hermione, stop there. I’m begging. You are my innocent best friend who never even thinks about sex.” Harry held up his hand as she started to interrupt him. “Please, don’t destroy my fantasy world. I’m happy there with my white picked fence and dreams of puppies.”
“Ok,” she laughed. “I’ll pretend to be virginal--and apparently a dog lover--while you sit over there imagining all of the illicit things you wish he was doing to you.”
You'll be begging me for more, for anything. I'll push another finger in, past my tongue and into you. You'll be pleading with me, spreading your legs further, telling me you're ready. Harry blushed.
“I could see you blushing from the portrait hole. What on earth are you two talking about?”
Harry’s blush darkened as Draco dropped gracefully onto the arm of the sofa and ran his hand along the back of Harry’s neck. Draco ducked his head and hot breath ghosted over Harry’s ear.
“Should I be jealous,” he asked softly, his fingers tickling that spot. “or was I the main topic of this intriguing discussion?”
Harry’s blush deepened further as he pulled Draco’s hand away from his neck. There was probably a potion to discourage blushing. He really should look into it. Of course, doing that would require a potion to get rid of an uncontrollable erection, and knowing his luck, if it existed, it would accomplish its purpose with a wet spot on the front of his trousers.
“We were discussing a certain very interesting conversation from a couple of weeks ago,” Hermione said, grinning despite the glare she was receiving from her embarrassed friend.
“I’m not sure I would call it a conversation,” Draco answered with a smirk. “I seem to remember doing most of the speaking.”
“So I heard, though Harry never did tell me exactly what you said to put him in this state. Ron told me that their dorm mates had to put silencing charms on his bed just to get some sleep.”
Harry buried his head between his knees. Hermione was taking far too much pleasure from his humiliation. He wondered if they would really put him in Azkaban for using an unforgivable. He was the Boy-Who-Lived. Surely that would earn him some leniency. Of course, they would probably require an explanation, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take before his body decided that just going ahead and bursting into flames would be easier than attempting to split his blood supply between his face and his cock.
“If this conversation is going to continue,” Harry spoke from between his knees “please tell me now so that I can leave and not know just how embarrassed I should be.”
“We could spare you the embarrassment, but it is ever so much fun to watch you flustered and blushing,” Draco said with a smirk. “Besides, have you ever known me to pass on an opportunity to best you? I must admit, you are making it far too easy these days, but I could hardly ignore the chance to see you so deliciously flushed.” Draco’s hand had found its way back to Harry’s neck and was beginning to stroke. “You have no idea how edible you look when you’re embarrassed.”
Harry figured he must look like a ten course meal right about now. Maybe Draco would eat him, and then he would be away from--ok, now he was a hard ten course meal.
“Ok, now this is starting to get interesting,” Hermione said with a grin. “Please, Draco, do elaborate.”
“Please, Draco, do not,” Harry pleaded, finally lifting his very red face from his knees. “We do not need a public repeat simply to satisfy Hermione’s curiosity.”
“Who said it’s her curiosity she wants satisfied?” Draco asked with a smirk. “It’s not as if the Weasel has managed to pull his head out of his arse, as of yet. I can’t blame her for realizing that I am a walking wet dream, and anyone would be panting at the picture of you flushed and writhing. She would just prefer the picture be clear and detailed.”
“That picture’s yours, Draco,” Harry said softly. “She can’t have it.”
Harry stared down at his hands and tried to ignore the silence that had fallen around him. Draco’s hand was still idly drawing patterns on the back of his neck, and he could feel Draco’s eyes attempting to capture his own. Finally, Draco’s hand trailed from his neck, down his arm, to his hand.
“Hermione, good evening,” Draco said, standing and pulling Harry to his feet. “Where are Harry’s dorm mates?”
“They’re on the pitch,” she answered softly. “You should have a couple of hours. I’ll stay down here just in case.”
“Thank you.”
Draco led a slightly embarrassed and very self conscious Harry up the steps to the seventh year Gryffindor dorm. As soon as the door was closed behind them, Harry found himself pressed against it with Draco’s body melded to him. Draco looked into his eyes for a moment before covering his mouth in a heated kiss, running his tongue along Harry’s bottom lip before slipping it inside, sweeping his mouth, massaging and battling his tongue passionately and leaving Harry panting when his mouth was finally released.
“You’re hard,” Draco said, his voice sounding breathy, his forehead resting against Harry’s.
“Yeah.” Harry blushed. “That happens a lot lately.”
“Why?”
“You know why.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
Harry took a deep breath and looked into Draco’s eyes, not even trying to fight the blush that colored his cheeks. He could see the hunger there that he knew was reflected in his own eyes.
“I can’t--” Harry licked his lips. “I can’t stop thinking about everything you said, wondering what it would feel like,” Harry ducked his head. “you know, if you--if you did it for real.”
Harry could hear his heart pounding in his ears as Draco tilted his chin up, looking into his eyes.
“What do you want me to do, Harry?”
Harry licked his lips.
“I want you to do those things to me,” Harry whispered, blushing. “I want to know if they feel as good as you said.”
Draco pressed his hips into Harry’s and smiled at his stifled gasp.
“Can you feel what you are doing to me right now?”
“Yeah,” Harry moaned, breathing deeply and trying to keep his hips from pressing forward. It was a losing battle.
“Tell me what you want, Harry,” Draco whispered, leaning in to lick a path up Harry’s neck to his ear. “Tell me what you have imagined me doing to you while you stroked your cock behind the curtains of your bed.”
“You know,” Harry whispered, rocking his hips forward and moaning at the feel of another hard cock pressed against his own.
“I do,” Draco admitted, stepping back and smiling at Harry’s disappointed groan, “to an extent. I need to know how far you are prepared to take this.” Harry felt Draco’s eyes move over him slowly, taking in the bulge in his trousers, his now rumpled robes, and the half embarrassed half aroused flush of his face.
“I--I’m not sure,” Harry stuttered. “I know I want you to touch me.”
“Just touch?” Draco asked quietly, stepping forward and running his fingers along Harry’s jaw line.
“No,” Harry whispered, gasping as Draco’s other hand slipped inside his robes, his thumb brushing the skin under the waistband of Harry’s trousers. “I--I want--” Harry moaned as Draco’s hand brushed the front on his trousers, settling on his rather obvious erection.
“Yes?” Draco murmured in his ear as he began to slowly stroke Harry through his trousers.
“If--if you want me to--to talk,” Harry gasped, “you should--should not do that.”
The hand fell away, and Harry felt his cock twitch at Draco’s low chuckle. “All right,” Draco’s warm breath ghosted across his ear. “Talk to me.”
“I--I want you to--gods, Draco, this is embarrassing,” Harry muttered. “I want you to do that thing you were talking about, the thing where you licked me, you know, where you--where you fucked me with your tongue,” Harry finished, hiding his face in Draco’s neck.
“Gods,” Draco moaned into his ear, “I love hearing you say it.”
Harry gasped when Draco licked his pulse point, slipping a hand between them to undo the clasp of Harry’s robe. “You can tell me to stop at any time,” Draco said, looking into Harry’s eyes as he pushed the robe from his shoulders.
“I won’t,” Harry whispered, watching Draco remove his own robe. Harry blushed. “You got me to say it. I’m not letting you get out of it now.”
Draco chuckled softly as he pulled Harry toward him by his tie. “Believe me. I’m not championing the option.” Harry moaned into Draco‘s mouth as his lips were claimed again. He could feel the slight pressure on the back of his neck as Draco pulled the tie loose and blushed at the quiet whimper that escaped him when Draco pulled out of the kiss.
“I love seeing you like this,” Draco muttered, slipping the top button free on Harry’s shirt, “wanting me. I used to imagine it,” caressing the newly revealed skin before letting his fingers move to the next button, “what your face would look like,” another teasing caress, another fastening undone, “the small gasps and sighs. That was nothing compared to the reality.”
Harry shivered as Draco’s hands ran softly up his now bare chest before urging the shirt from his shoulders. “Harry,” Draco sighed, running his fingers over Harry’s chest and down to brush lightly over his stomach, “so beautiful.”
Harry allowed Draco to take his hand and lead him to the bed, pulling back the curtains that surrounded it. “Sit down,” Draco murmured, kneeling at his feet after he had and reaching forward to remove one shoe and then the other. He ran his hands from Harry’s ankles, up under the hem of his trousers, to catch the tops of his socks and pull them off. When he let his fingers ghost over the arches of Harry’s feet, Harry let out a giggle and pulled his feet onto the bed. Draco grinned and kicked off his own shoes before starting to crawl into the bed, stopping to pick up a nearly empty bottle of lotion sitting on Harry’s bedside table.
“You have been busy,” Draco remarked with a smirk.
“Shut up,” Harry said, blushing and grabbing the lotion from Draco. “It’s your fault, anyway.” He returned it to the table while Draco crawled into the bed. Draco pulled him close and ran his fingers lightly under the waistband of Harry‘s trousers.
“You’re still dressed,” Harry whispered, grinning as he slipped one finger beneath the knot of Draco’s tie. “I don’t think that’s fair.” He pulled the tie loose and tossed it off to the side of the bed.
Draco sat up and began to unbutton his shirt, stopping when Harry reached up to grab his hand. “Let me,” he whispered, pulling Draco back down beside him. Harry smiled shyly as he urged Draco onto his back and hesitantly caressed his chest. “I--I don’t really know what I’m doing,” Harry admitted softly as he worked through the buttons, examining each new bit of skin with his fingers and his eyes.
“You’re doing fine,” Draco said roughly, watching Harry’s face avidly as his shirt was pushed to the side. Harry explored the newly bared skin in front on him, grinning at Draco’s gasp when he ran his fingers over dark nipples. He lingered there, brushing with light strokes, biting his lip and glancing up at Draco’s face through his lashes as he pinched the nub between his fingers. “You squeaked,” Harry said grinning, keeping his eyes on Draco’s face as he tested the reaction to his fingernails, eyes sparkling at each new gasp. Harry’s gaze fell back to the hardened dark nubs, and he licked his lips, glancing back at Draco’s face before leaning forward, his mouth hovering an inch above the nipple. His tongue darted out, testing the taste and delighting in the small jump underneath him. After another tentative lick, he lowered his mouth and pulled the small nub between his lips, licking and sucking lightly. He let his hand explore Draco’s stomach, brushing his thumb over Draco’s bellybutton, letting his fingers follow the trail of hair leading down and brushing over it again on the way back up.
“It’s softer than mine,” Harry whispered, pulling back from the nipple to look at Draco’s stomach. “I like the way it feels.” He pushed his body further down the bed, leaving his face on level with Draco’s belly button before leaning forward to taste the skin just above it. His fingers kept exploring the trail of hair, coming down to brush the skin just above the waistband of Draco’s trousers. His thumb played at the button as he looked up at Draco’s face. “Can I?”
“Please,” Draco moaned, his eyes dark, watching Harry’s every move. Harry nibbled on his bottom lip as he pulled the button free and tugged the zipper down, slipping his hand inside and running it lightly over Draco’s cock. “Fuck, Harry. Please,” Draco moaned, pushing his hips into Harry‘s hand. “Do something.”
Harry laughed nervously and removed his hand. “I’m not really sure--Can I take them off?” Draco lifted his hips and shoved his trousers and pants down to mid thigh. “Ok,” Harry muttered as he pulled the garments off and dropped them off the bed. He stroked Draco’s thigh, leaning in to suck the patch above his belly button, while he studied Draco’s cock. He ran his fingers lightly over the shaft, watching it twitch. When a pearl of liquid appeared on the tip, Harry licked his lips and leaned in to taste it. Draco groaned. “I--is it ok if I--”
“Yes,” Draco answered quickly. “You can do anything you fucking want to. Trust me, I’m not going to stop you.”
“Sorry,” Harry whispered. “I really don’t know what I’m doing. I feel like an idiot.”
“Hey,” Draco touched his face. “Don’t worry about it. You’re doing fine--amazing, in fact. Just cover your teeth, like this.” Draco’s thumb brushed his mouth, pushing against his lips. “Follow your instincts.” Harry licked the thumb before pulling it into his mouth and sucking, his eyes on Draco’s. “Doing just fine,” Draco assured him roughly.
Harry released Draco’s thumb with a smile and turned his attention back to Draco’s cock. He leaned down, his tongue darting out to taste the head again before he pulled it into his mouth, sucking lightly. He looked up at Draco through his lashes and felt a tremor go through the other boy when their eyes connected.
“Gods, Harry,” Draco moaned, “I wish you could see yourself right now.” Draco took a shuddering breath. “Wrap your hand around the base and stroke--oh gods yes, like that--now tighten your lips--yes--and--and harder--fuck--” Harry sucked harder and stroked the shaft with his hand, delighting in the moans and groans and “oh gods” coming from Draco’s mouth. Draco’s hand was clinching in his hair, and he could feel tension trembling in Draco’s hips. When Draco thrust into Harry’s mouth, he pulled away, licking his lips and breathing heavily.
“I needed--needed to breathe,” Harry gasped. He yelped embarrassingly when Draco pulled him up abruptly and kissed him, pulling out quickly. Harry grinned at the flushed face and bright eyes staring into his face.
“Gods, Harry,” Draco muttered before rolling them over, pinning Harry to the bed. “You are beautiful like that,” he continued, his hand working on the button to Harry’s trousers, “looking up at me, with your lips stretched around my cock.” Draco sat up and divested Harry of his trousers and pants, tossing them off the bed before covering Harry’s body with his own and kissing him roughly. “You have no idea.”
Draco sat back, straddling Harry’s thighs and looking down at him. “Beautiful.” Harry gasped as firm hands began to explore his body, scratching at nipples, tugging that kinky, sparse line of hair. Draco leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking firmly before nipping it gently with his teeth. Harry moaned. Draco rolled off of him, stretching out along side him and capturing his lips in a heated kiss before letting his hand wander lower, teasing the hollow of Harry‘s hip. In minutes Harry was thrusting, twisting his hips. “Please--I need--please--” Harry moaned deeply when Draco’s hand finally closed around him, stroking him firmly, and whimpered when it disappeared after three strokes.
“Turn over, Harry,” Draco murmured, urging him onto his stomach. Harry felt a warm hand caressing his back as the pillow was pulled out from under his head.
“Hey!”
“Lift your hips,” Draco said softly, pushing the pillow under him when he complied. Draco massaged the backs of Harry‘s thighs as he spread them, kneeling in the V. “Gods, my mouth is watering,” he murmured, dropping a kiss on the small of Harry’s back. “So beautiful.” Harry moaned as Draco stretched over him, pressing against his body, his hands smoothing over Harry’s arms and clasping his hands. Draco licked that spot on the back of his neck and chuckled lowly at Harry’s groan. “I promised,” he whispered before nipping softly and soothing the sting with his tongue. Harry writhed as Draco sucked and licked and bit at the sensitive patch of skin until it was an angry red. With a final butterfly kiss, Draco began to move lower, licking firmly down Harry’s spine and running his hands down Harry’s arms, down his sides, to his hips. “I am so fucking hard for you,” Draco murmured as he pressed his hard cock into the crease of Harry‘s arse as he slid lower. “Do you like this?” he asked, stopping to place an open mouthed kiss to the small of Harry’s back, his hands massaging Harry‘s inner thighs, urging them further apart. “Is it how you imagined it would be?” Harry moaned as Draco’s hands came up to cup his arse, massaging it, spreading it. He felt Draco’s tongue follow his spine down, into the crevice, and finally--Harry keened, arching up into the sensation.
Draco’s fingers, digging into his hips, pressing his cock into the pillow, the flat of Draco’s tongue, swiping across him in long, slow strokes, the tip of that tongue, teasing his hole, prodding the muscle, circling the opening until he was desperate to just move, Draco’s tongue, pushing inside him, wriggling, sharp thrusts, twisting, Draco’s moans vibrating inside him, slower, longer thrusts, gods, he needed--, long, slow, wet, sucking, the rough surface of Draco’s tongue dragging against him, inside him, twisting, thrusting, sucking, moaning
“Oh, gods--please--I need--I need--gods, Draco--give me--I need--please--”
Harry was screaming and moaning and--oh gods, please--begging for--he didn’t know--but please now and Draco was moaning into him and gods, he needed, Draco’s cock hard and leaking against his leg, the bed sheet, rough against his palms, catching his fingernails as he grabbed at--something
“Please, Draco--I need--I need--please--more--something--need--please--gods, Draco--please--”
Something pushing inside, good, not enough, “more--need--please--,” wanting to push back, so hard, hot and wet, sucking and licking, more, stretching him, better, still not enough, “more--I need--please, Draco--,” spreading his legs further, needing more, wanting more, need the words, “gods, so good--more--please--,” not enough, fuck, electricity, “Fuck--what was--,” pushing up, needing, needing, “fuck--please--fuck me--need you--please--”
Draco stopped, two fingers still buried in Harry’s arse, moaning as Harry pushed back, fucking himself.
“Harry, are you sure?”
“Please--gods, Draco--love you--need you--”
Draco moaned and reached blindly for the lotion on Harry‘s bedside table. Harry pushed up, spreading his legs as far as they would go, moaning when he felt the blunt head of Draco’s cock pressing against his hole.
“Please--”
Harry gasped as Draco pushed into him. It was too much. He felt tears pricking behind his eyes. Draco’s hands were firm on his waist, holding him still.
“Listen, Harry.” Draco’s voice was rough, tight and restrained. His hands moved up to Harry’s back, rubbing soothing circles over the skin. “I want you to push out against me, ok? Pay attention to my hands. The pain will die down in a minute.” small soothing circles “Gods, Harry, you’re so tight. I’ve imagined, but--fuck. I wish you could see this. I’m inside you. I can see your arse stretched around my cock. Fuck, you feel incredible.” Draco moaned softly and pushed forward, sinking further into Harry.
Harry moaned and pushed back.
He could feel Draco sinking into him, filling him slowly, pushing in until he could feel Draco’s hips pressed against his arse.
“Fuck, Harry,” Draco moaned in his ear, hands caressing his thighs before settling firmly on his hips, pulling him to his forearms and knees, pulling out and thrusting back in slowly.
Harry could feel the drag of Draco’s cock inside him, a steady rhythm of in--out--in--out--occasionally brushing that place that sent an electric spark to his cock. He could hear Draco panting and moaning behind him, could feel those warm hands grasping his hips tightly. “Harder--fuck--so good--” Faster now, the sound of skin slapping skin, that amazing feeling of being filled and emptied and filled again.
“Touch yourself, Harry. I want you to stroke your cock while I’m fucking you,” Draco gasped into his ear. Harry leaned his forehead on one arm, his other hand reaching underneath him to wrap around his already hard and aching cock.
“Draco--close--please--” Harry moaned, crying out as Draco brushed that electric place inside him. “so close--so close--”
“Harry--gods--fuck.” Draco’s hips snapped hard, his fingers digging into Harry’s hips as he came, collapsing and pressing Harry into the bed as he trembled, panting harshly in Harry’s ear. After a moment, he pushed himself up and urged Harry onto his back, sinking down Harry’s body, swallowing his cock and thrusting three fingers into his arse.
“Fuck!” Harry’s hips snapped up, his cock pulsing as his orgasm ripped through him unexpectedly. He could hear his own cries loud in his ears as his hips pumped, could feel every bit of energy in his body leaving through his cock.
Some time later--seconds, minutes, hours, days, for all he knew--Harry became aware of a warm body pressed to his side. He looked up to see Draco gazing down at him, a small smile playing across his lips. He sighed as he felt Draco’s fingers brushing over his forehead and into his hair.
Harry hummed low in his throat. “Do you always do that after sex?” Draco’s fingers stilled as he looked at Harry in confusion. “The petting thing,” Harry answered. “You did that last time, too.”
Draco smiled softly, letting his fingers card gently through dark messy hair. “Not always. Before you, I was dressed and gone by this point.” Draco ducked his head to brush a kiss across Harry’s forehead. “So, tell me, was my description accurate?”
Harry blushed.
Author/Artist: closet_bound
Rating: NC-17
Warning: m/m, rimming, first time
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. Please don't sue me.
Summery: Sequel to Preparation
Note: for silentauror and everyone who asked for a sequel
Preparation
Harry sat with his legs tucked underneath him on his common room’s overstuffed sofa and stared into the fire. It feels like that moment right before you know nothing would stop you from coming, only it lasts and lasts for as long as I want to hold you down and fuck you with my tongue. Harry shivered, and a smile played across his lips. Would it really feel like that? I want to feel you writhing underneath me when I push past and into your tight little hole, fucking you with my tongue, slow and lazy and sloppy while you're begging for anything, fast and hard, short thrusts with you moaning and screaming, loving the feel of you pushing up, trying to get more. He hadn’t spent more than five minutes thinking of anything else in the past couple of weeks.
Harry glanced down at the Potions book in his lap. He considered making another attempt to study, but it would be useless. Every attempt led his mind down that path of two weeks ago, his book being taken and put aside, words making him so hard it hurt, Draco’s body pressing him into the mattress. He’d spent every Potions class since hiding an erection beneath his desk while he attempted to care which ingredient wouldn’t cause his cauldron to explode.
“What are you thinking about?”
Harry blushed and glanced over at Hermione.
“Never mind. I think I know,” she said, grinning at him cheekily. “I don’t remember you thinking about sex this much in the past or blushing this much, for that matter.”
“Trust me. The two are related,” he answered with a smile and, embarrassingly enough, a darker blush. “The things he said--you can’t imagine--”
“Oh, trust me. I’ve imagined.”
“Hermione!”
Harry attempted to fight down the heat flooding his face as she grinned at him.
“Can you blame me? Your eyes have been glazed for two weeks, and I think you’ve developed a permanent blush. Anything that could affect you like that is worth a fantasy or two. You know, you could help quite a bit if you would give me a bit more detailed explanation--”
“Hermione, stop there. I’m begging. You are my innocent best friend who never even thinks about sex.” Harry held up his hand as she started to interrupt him. “Please, don’t destroy my fantasy world. I’m happy there with my white picked fence and dreams of puppies.”
“Ok,” she laughed. “I’ll pretend to be virginal--and apparently a dog lover--while you sit over there imagining all of the illicit things you wish he was doing to you.”
You'll be begging me for more, for anything. I'll push another finger in, past my tongue and into you. You'll be pleading with me, spreading your legs further, telling me you're ready. Harry blushed.
“I could see you blushing from the portrait hole. What on earth are you two talking about?”
Harry’s blush darkened as Draco dropped gracefully onto the arm of the sofa and ran his hand along the back of Harry’s neck. Draco ducked his head and hot breath ghosted over Harry’s ear.
“Should I be jealous,” he asked softly, his fingers tickling that spot. “or was I the main topic of this intriguing discussion?”
Harry’s blush deepened further as he pulled Draco’s hand away from his neck. There was probably a potion to discourage blushing. He really should look into it. Of course, doing that would require a potion to get rid of an uncontrollable erection, and knowing his luck, if it existed, it would accomplish its purpose with a wet spot on the front of his trousers.
“We were discussing a certain very interesting conversation from a couple of weeks ago,” Hermione said, grinning despite the glare she was receiving from her embarrassed friend.
“I’m not sure I would call it a conversation,” Draco answered with a smirk. “I seem to remember doing most of the speaking.”
“So I heard, though Harry never did tell me exactly what you said to put him in this state. Ron told me that their dorm mates had to put silencing charms on his bed just to get some sleep.”
Harry buried his head between his knees. Hermione was taking far too much pleasure from his humiliation. He wondered if they would really put him in Azkaban for using an unforgivable. He was the Boy-Who-Lived. Surely that would earn him some leniency. Of course, they would probably require an explanation, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take before his body decided that just going ahead and bursting into flames would be easier than attempting to split his blood supply between his face and his cock.
“If this conversation is going to continue,” Harry spoke from between his knees “please tell me now so that I can leave and not know just how embarrassed I should be.”
“We could spare you the embarrassment, but it is ever so much fun to watch you flustered and blushing,” Draco said with a smirk. “Besides, have you ever known me to pass on an opportunity to best you? I must admit, you are making it far too easy these days, but I could hardly ignore the chance to see you so deliciously flushed.” Draco’s hand had found its way back to Harry’s neck and was beginning to stroke. “You have no idea how edible you look when you’re embarrassed.”
Harry figured he must look like a ten course meal right about now. Maybe Draco would eat him, and then he would be away from--ok, now he was a hard ten course meal.
“Ok, now this is starting to get interesting,” Hermione said with a grin. “Please, Draco, do elaborate.”
“Please, Draco, do not,” Harry pleaded, finally lifting his very red face from his knees. “We do not need a public repeat simply to satisfy Hermione’s curiosity.”
“Who said it’s her curiosity she wants satisfied?” Draco asked with a smirk. “It’s not as if the Weasel has managed to pull his head out of his arse, as of yet. I can’t blame her for realizing that I am a walking wet dream, and anyone would be panting at the picture of you flushed and writhing. She would just prefer the picture be clear and detailed.”
“That picture’s yours, Draco,” Harry said softly. “She can’t have it.”
Harry stared down at his hands and tried to ignore the silence that had fallen around him. Draco’s hand was still idly drawing patterns on the back of his neck, and he could feel Draco’s eyes attempting to capture his own. Finally, Draco’s hand trailed from his neck, down his arm, to his hand.
“Hermione, good evening,” Draco said, standing and pulling Harry to his feet. “Where are Harry’s dorm mates?”
“They’re on the pitch,” she answered softly. “You should have a couple of hours. I’ll stay down here just in case.”
“Thank you.”
Draco led a slightly embarrassed and very self conscious Harry up the steps to the seventh year Gryffindor dorm. As soon as the door was closed behind them, Harry found himself pressed against it with Draco’s body melded to him. Draco looked into his eyes for a moment before covering his mouth in a heated kiss, running his tongue along Harry’s bottom lip before slipping it inside, sweeping his mouth, massaging and battling his tongue passionately and leaving Harry panting when his mouth was finally released.
“You’re hard,” Draco said, his voice sounding breathy, his forehead resting against Harry’s.
“Yeah.” Harry blushed. “That happens a lot lately.”
“Why?”
“You know why.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
Harry took a deep breath and looked into Draco’s eyes, not even trying to fight the blush that colored his cheeks. He could see the hunger there that he knew was reflected in his own eyes.
“I can’t--” Harry licked his lips. “I can’t stop thinking about everything you said, wondering what it would feel like,” Harry ducked his head. “you know, if you--if you did it for real.”
Harry could hear his heart pounding in his ears as Draco tilted his chin up, looking into his eyes.
“What do you want me to do, Harry?”
Harry licked his lips.
“I want you to do those things to me,” Harry whispered, blushing. “I want to know if they feel as good as you said.”
Draco pressed his hips into Harry’s and smiled at his stifled gasp.
“Can you feel what you are doing to me right now?”
“Yeah,” Harry moaned, breathing deeply and trying to keep his hips from pressing forward. It was a losing battle.
“Tell me what you want, Harry,” Draco whispered, leaning in to lick a path up Harry’s neck to his ear. “Tell me what you have imagined me doing to you while you stroked your cock behind the curtains of your bed.”
“You know,” Harry whispered, rocking his hips forward and moaning at the feel of another hard cock pressed against his own.
“I do,” Draco admitted, stepping back and smiling at Harry’s disappointed groan, “to an extent. I need to know how far you are prepared to take this.” Harry felt Draco’s eyes move over him slowly, taking in the bulge in his trousers, his now rumpled robes, and the half embarrassed half aroused flush of his face.
“I--I’m not sure,” Harry stuttered. “I know I want you to touch me.”
“Just touch?” Draco asked quietly, stepping forward and running his fingers along Harry’s jaw line.
“No,” Harry whispered, gasping as Draco’s other hand slipped inside his robes, his thumb brushing the skin under the waistband of Harry’s trousers. “I--I want--” Harry moaned as Draco’s hand brushed the front on his trousers, settling on his rather obvious erection.
“Yes?” Draco murmured in his ear as he began to slowly stroke Harry through his trousers.
“If--if you want me to--to talk,” Harry gasped, “you should--should not do that.”
The hand fell away, and Harry felt his cock twitch at Draco’s low chuckle. “All right,” Draco’s warm breath ghosted across his ear. “Talk to me.”
“I--I want you to--gods, Draco, this is embarrassing,” Harry muttered. “I want you to do that thing you were talking about, the thing where you licked me, you know, where you--where you fucked me with your tongue,” Harry finished, hiding his face in Draco’s neck.
“Gods,” Draco moaned into his ear, “I love hearing you say it.”
Harry gasped when Draco licked his pulse point, slipping a hand between them to undo the clasp of Harry’s robe. “You can tell me to stop at any time,” Draco said, looking into Harry’s eyes as he pushed the robe from his shoulders.
“I won’t,” Harry whispered, watching Draco remove his own robe. Harry blushed. “You got me to say it. I’m not letting you get out of it now.”
Draco chuckled softly as he pulled Harry toward him by his tie. “Believe me. I’m not championing the option.” Harry moaned into Draco‘s mouth as his lips were claimed again. He could feel the slight pressure on the back of his neck as Draco pulled the tie loose and blushed at the quiet whimper that escaped him when Draco pulled out of the kiss.
“I love seeing you like this,” Draco muttered, slipping the top button free on Harry’s shirt, “wanting me. I used to imagine it,” caressing the newly revealed skin before letting his fingers move to the next button, “what your face would look like,” another teasing caress, another fastening undone, “the small gasps and sighs. That was nothing compared to the reality.”
Harry shivered as Draco’s hands ran softly up his now bare chest before urging the shirt from his shoulders. “Harry,” Draco sighed, running his fingers over Harry’s chest and down to brush lightly over his stomach, “so beautiful.”
Harry allowed Draco to take his hand and lead him to the bed, pulling back the curtains that surrounded it. “Sit down,” Draco murmured, kneeling at his feet after he had and reaching forward to remove one shoe and then the other. He ran his hands from Harry’s ankles, up under the hem of his trousers, to catch the tops of his socks and pull them off. When he let his fingers ghost over the arches of Harry’s feet, Harry let out a giggle and pulled his feet onto the bed. Draco grinned and kicked off his own shoes before starting to crawl into the bed, stopping to pick up a nearly empty bottle of lotion sitting on Harry’s bedside table.
“You have been busy,” Draco remarked with a smirk.
“Shut up,” Harry said, blushing and grabbing the lotion from Draco. “It’s your fault, anyway.” He returned it to the table while Draco crawled into the bed. Draco pulled him close and ran his fingers lightly under the waistband of Harry‘s trousers.
“You’re still dressed,” Harry whispered, grinning as he slipped one finger beneath the knot of Draco’s tie. “I don’t think that’s fair.” He pulled the tie loose and tossed it off to the side of the bed.
Draco sat up and began to unbutton his shirt, stopping when Harry reached up to grab his hand. “Let me,” he whispered, pulling Draco back down beside him. Harry smiled shyly as he urged Draco onto his back and hesitantly caressed his chest. “I--I don’t really know what I’m doing,” Harry admitted softly as he worked through the buttons, examining each new bit of skin with his fingers and his eyes.
“You’re doing fine,” Draco said roughly, watching Harry’s face avidly as his shirt was pushed to the side. Harry explored the newly bared skin in front on him, grinning at Draco’s gasp when he ran his fingers over dark nipples. He lingered there, brushing with light strokes, biting his lip and glancing up at Draco’s face through his lashes as he pinched the nub between his fingers. “You squeaked,” Harry said grinning, keeping his eyes on Draco’s face as he tested the reaction to his fingernails, eyes sparkling at each new gasp. Harry’s gaze fell back to the hardened dark nubs, and he licked his lips, glancing back at Draco’s face before leaning forward, his mouth hovering an inch above the nipple. His tongue darted out, testing the taste and delighting in the small jump underneath him. After another tentative lick, he lowered his mouth and pulled the small nub between his lips, licking and sucking lightly. He let his hand explore Draco’s stomach, brushing his thumb over Draco’s bellybutton, letting his fingers follow the trail of hair leading down and brushing over it again on the way back up.
“It’s softer than mine,” Harry whispered, pulling back from the nipple to look at Draco’s stomach. “I like the way it feels.” He pushed his body further down the bed, leaving his face on level with Draco’s belly button before leaning forward to taste the skin just above it. His fingers kept exploring the trail of hair, coming down to brush the skin just above the waistband of Draco’s trousers. His thumb played at the button as he looked up at Draco’s face. “Can I?”
“Please,” Draco moaned, his eyes dark, watching Harry’s every move. Harry nibbled on his bottom lip as he pulled the button free and tugged the zipper down, slipping his hand inside and running it lightly over Draco’s cock. “Fuck, Harry. Please,” Draco moaned, pushing his hips into Harry‘s hand. “Do something.”
Harry laughed nervously and removed his hand. “I’m not really sure--Can I take them off?” Draco lifted his hips and shoved his trousers and pants down to mid thigh. “Ok,” Harry muttered as he pulled the garments off and dropped them off the bed. He stroked Draco’s thigh, leaning in to suck the patch above his belly button, while he studied Draco’s cock. He ran his fingers lightly over the shaft, watching it twitch. When a pearl of liquid appeared on the tip, Harry licked his lips and leaned in to taste it. Draco groaned. “I--is it ok if I--”
“Yes,” Draco answered quickly. “You can do anything you fucking want to. Trust me, I’m not going to stop you.”
“Sorry,” Harry whispered. “I really don’t know what I’m doing. I feel like an idiot.”
“Hey,” Draco touched his face. “Don’t worry about it. You’re doing fine--amazing, in fact. Just cover your teeth, like this.” Draco’s thumb brushed his mouth, pushing against his lips. “Follow your instincts.” Harry licked the thumb before pulling it into his mouth and sucking, his eyes on Draco’s. “Doing just fine,” Draco assured him roughly.
Harry released Draco’s thumb with a smile and turned his attention back to Draco’s cock. He leaned down, his tongue darting out to taste the head again before he pulled it into his mouth, sucking lightly. He looked up at Draco through his lashes and felt a tremor go through the other boy when their eyes connected.
“Gods, Harry,” Draco moaned, “I wish you could see yourself right now.” Draco took a shuddering breath. “Wrap your hand around the base and stroke--oh gods yes, like that--now tighten your lips--yes--and--and harder--fuck--” Harry sucked harder and stroked the shaft with his hand, delighting in the moans and groans and “oh gods” coming from Draco’s mouth. Draco’s hand was clinching in his hair, and he could feel tension trembling in Draco’s hips. When Draco thrust into Harry’s mouth, he pulled away, licking his lips and breathing heavily.
“I needed--needed to breathe,” Harry gasped. He yelped embarrassingly when Draco pulled him up abruptly and kissed him, pulling out quickly. Harry grinned at the flushed face and bright eyes staring into his face.
“Gods, Harry,” Draco muttered before rolling them over, pinning Harry to the bed. “You are beautiful like that,” he continued, his hand working on the button to Harry’s trousers, “looking up at me, with your lips stretched around my cock.” Draco sat up and divested Harry of his trousers and pants, tossing them off the bed before covering Harry’s body with his own and kissing him roughly. “You have no idea.”
Draco sat back, straddling Harry’s thighs and looking down at him. “Beautiful.” Harry gasped as firm hands began to explore his body, scratching at nipples, tugging that kinky, sparse line of hair. Draco leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking firmly before nipping it gently with his teeth. Harry moaned. Draco rolled off of him, stretching out along side him and capturing his lips in a heated kiss before letting his hand wander lower, teasing the hollow of Harry‘s hip. In minutes Harry was thrusting, twisting his hips. “Please--I need--please--” Harry moaned deeply when Draco’s hand finally closed around him, stroking him firmly, and whimpered when it disappeared after three strokes.
“Turn over, Harry,” Draco murmured, urging him onto his stomach. Harry felt a warm hand caressing his back as the pillow was pulled out from under his head.
“Hey!”
“Lift your hips,” Draco said softly, pushing the pillow under him when he complied. Draco massaged the backs of Harry‘s thighs as he spread them, kneeling in the V. “Gods, my mouth is watering,” he murmured, dropping a kiss on the small of Harry’s back. “So beautiful.” Harry moaned as Draco stretched over him, pressing against his body, his hands smoothing over Harry’s arms and clasping his hands. Draco licked that spot on the back of his neck and chuckled lowly at Harry’s groan. “I promised,” he whispered before nipping softly and soothing the sting with his tongue. Harry writhed as Draco sucked and licked and bit at the sensitive patch of skin until it was an angry red. With a final butterfly kiss, Draco began to move lower, licking firmly down Harry’s spine and running his hands down Harry’s arms, down his sides, to his hips. “I am so fucking hard for you,” Draco murmured as he pressed his hard cock into the crease of Harry‘s arse as he slid lower. “Do you like this?” he asked, stopping to place an open mouthed kiss to the small of Harry’s back, his hands massaging Harry‘s inner thighs, urging them further apart. “Is it how you imagined it would be?” Harry moaned as Draco’s hands came up to cup his arse, massaging it, spreading it. He felt Draco’s tongue follow his spine down, into the crevice, and finally--Harry keened, arching up into the sensation.
Draco’s fingers, digging into his hips, pressing his cock into the pillow, the flat of Draco’s tongue, swiping across him in long, slow strokes, the tip of that tongue, teasing his hole, prodding the muscle, circling the opening until he was desperate to just move, Draco’s tongue, pushing inside him, wriggling, sharp thrusts, twisting, Draco’s moans vibrating inside him, slower, longer thrusts, gods, he needed--, long, slow, wet, sucking, the rough surface of Draco’s tongue dragging against him, inside him, twisting, thrusting, sucking, moaning
“Oh, gods--please--I need--I need--gods, Draco--give me--I need--please--”
Harry was screaming and moaning and--oh gods, please--begging for--he didn’t know--but please now and Draco was moaning into him and gods, he needed, Draco’s cock hard and leaking against his leg, the bed sheet, rough against his palms, catching his fingernails as he grabbed at--something
“Please, Draco--I need--I need--please--more--something--need--please--gods, Draco--please--”
Something pushing inside, good, not enough, “more--need--please--,” wanting to push back, so hard, hot and wet, sucking and licking, more, stretching him, better, still not enough, “more--I need--please, Draco--,” spreading his legs further, needing more, wanting more, need the words, “gods, so good--more--please--,” not enough, fuck, electricity, “Fuck--what was--,” pushing up, needing, needing, “fuck--please--fuck me--need you--please--”
Draco stopped, two fingers still buried in Harry’s arse, moaning as Harry pushed back, fucking himself.
“Harry, are you sure?”
“Please--gods, Draco--love you--need you--”
Draco moaned and reached blindly for the lotion on Harry‘s bedside table. Harry pushed up, spreading his legs as far as they would go, moaning when he felt the blunt head of Draco’s cock pressing against his hole.
“Please--”
Harry gasped as Draco pushed into him. It was too much. He felt tears pricking behind his eyes. Draco’s hands were firm on his waist, holding him still.
“Listen, Harry.” Draco’s voice was rough, tight and restrained. His hands moved up to Harry’s back, rubbing soothing circles over the skin. “I want you to push out against me, ok? Pay attention to my hands. The pain will die down in a minute.” small soothing circles “Gods, Harry, you’re so tight. I’ve imagined, but--fuck. I wish you could see this. I’m inside you. I can see your arse stretched around my cock. Fuck, you feel incredible.” Draco moaned softly and pushed forward, sinking further into Harry.
Harry moaned and pushed back.
He could feel Draco sinking into him, filling him slowly, pushing in until he could feel Draco’s hips pressed against his arse.
“Fuck, Harry,” Draco moaned in his ear, hands caressing his thighs before settling firmly on his hips, pulling him to his forearms and knees, pulling out and thrusting back in slowly.
Harry could feel the drag of Draco’s cock inside him, a steady rhythm of in--out--in--out--occasionally brushing that place that sent an electric spark to his cock. He could hear Draco panting and moaning behind him, could feel those warm hands grasping his hips tightly. “Harder--fuck--so good--” Faster now, the sound of skin slapping skin, that amazing feeling of being filled and emptied and filled again.
“Touch yourself, Harry. I want you to stroke your cock while I’m fucking you,” Draco gasped into his ear. Harry leaned his forehead on one arm, his other hand reaching underneath him to wrap around his already hard and aching cock.
“Draco--close--please--” Harry moaned, crying out as Draco brushed that electric place inside him. “so close--so close--”
“Harry--gods--fuck.” Draco’s hips snapped hard, his fingers digging into Harry’s hips as he came, collapsing and pressing Harry into the bed as he trembled, panting harshly in Harry’s ear. After a moment, he pushed himself up and urged Harry onto his back, sinking down Harry’s body, swallowing his cock and thrusting three fingers into his arse.
“Fuck!” Harry’s hips snapped up, his cock pulsing as his orgasm ripped through him unexpectedly. He could hear his own cries loud in his ears as his hips pumped, could feel every bit of energy in his body leaving through his cock.
Some time later--seconds, minutes, hours, days, for all he knew--Harry became aware of a warm body pressed to his side. He looked up to see Draco gazing down at him, a small smile playing across his lips. He sighed as he felt Draco’s fingers brushing over his forehead and into his hair.
Harry hummed low in his throat. “Do you always do that after sex?” Draco’s fingers stilled as he looked at Harry in confusion. “The petting thing,” Harry answered. “You did that last time, too.”
Draco smiled softly, letting his fingers card gently through dark messy hair. “Not always. Before you, I was dressed and gone by this point.” Draco ducked his head to brush a kiss across Harry’s forehead. “So, tell me, was my description accurate?”
Harry blushed.