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This is something I started writing ages ago at alenacat's house for some reason or another, and as a result her mother thinks I'm gay. Read on, my trollies!
High Society Lovin’
‘WHAT A LOVELY SHED YOU HAVE, OLDER MALFOY LUMP.’ Said Harry, referring to the plush leather interior of the garden shed he now found himself sharing with Lucius.
‘I’m glad you like it, Harry,’ breathed Lucius, stroking the rich leather that lined the walls and ceiling. ‘Plus, there’s something about freshly stained leather that makes me tingle.’
‘FUCK YES, MALFOY LUMP. IS THAT DRACO ON A STICK?’ Demanded Harry
‘It’s a spit, Harry, and no, that is a boar. And no, that is an orange in it’s mouth.’ He paused, and then turned to look at the slowly spinning meat. ‘Although, I do admit that it looks a little Dracoesque.’
‘FANTASTIC. IS IT COOKED YET? I MEANT TO ASK, WHAT ARE WE DOING IN YOUR SHED?’
‘Usually, darling, I’d put you up in my Pad of Pain, but… Err... Narcissa is in a snit.’ Said Lucius, looking up at the decorative chandeliers.
‘THAT IS UNFORGIVABLY RUDE, OLDER MALFOY LUMP.’ Said Harry ‘YOU SAY YOU HAVE A PAD OF PAIN AND HERE I AM STUCK IN YOUR DINGY SHED. IT’S JUST NOT CRICKET.
‘And just what is cricket, Potter? Cocksucking?’ Asked Lucius
‘AS A MATTER OF FACT, YES. JUST WHERE IS YOUR COCK, MALFOY? I’VE HEARD STORIES ABOUT IT.’
‘My cock, dearest Harry, is in my breeches. As to why it likes living in my breeches, I don’t know why. Perhaps it likes the dark.’ Mused Lucius.
‘CHOP CHOP, OLDER MALFOY LUMP, I’M HUNGRY.’ While saying this, Harry dropped to his knees and approached Lucius’ crotch at a determined stumble.
Lucius, seeing the determined look in Harry’s face, quickly fumbled with his breeches for a moment, then let them fall to become bunched around his ankles, revealing a cock that was magnificent even when limp.
‘NOW I KNOW WHY THE WIFE HANGS AROUND.’ Remarked Harry, chuckling, then planting a kiss on the tip of Lucius’ member.
Lucius’ eyes crossed as his dick twitched, and Harry continued to suck him off.
High Society Lovin’
‘WHAT A LOVELY SHED YOU HAVE, OLDER MALFOY LUMP.’ Said Harry, referring to the plush leather interior of the garden shed he now found himself sharing with Lucius.
‘I’m glad you like it, Harry,’ breathed Lucius, stroking the rich leather that lined the walls and ceiling. ‘Plus, there’s something about freshly stained leather that makes me tingle.’
‘FUCK YES, MALFOY LUMP. IS THAT DRACO ON A STICK?’ Demanded Harry
‘It’s a spit, Harry, and no, that is a boar. And no, that is an orange in it’s mouth.’ He paused, and then turned to look at the slowly spinning meat. ‘Although, I do admit that it looks a little Dracoesque.’
‘FANTASTIC. IS IT COOKED YET? I MEANT TO ASK, WHAT ARE WE DOING IN YOUR SHED?’
‘Usually, darling, I’d put you up in my Pad of Pain, but… Err... Narcissa is in a snit.’ Said Lucius, looking up at the decorative chandeliers.
‘THAT IS UNFORGIVABLY RUDE, OLDER MALFOY LUMP.’ Said Harry ‘YOU SAY YOU HAVE A PAD OF PAIN AND HERE I AM STUCK IN YOUR DINGY SHED. IT’S JUST NOT CRICKET.
‘And just what is cricket, Potter? Cocksucking?’ Asked Lucius
‘AS A MATTER OF FACT, YES. JUST WHERE IS YOUR COCK, MALFOY? I’VE HEARD STORIES ABOUT IT.’
‘My cock, dearest Harry, is in my breeches. As to why it likes living in my breeches, I don’t know why. Perhaps it likes the dark.’ Mused Lucius.
‘CHOP CHOP, OLDER MALFOY LUMP, I’M HUNGRY.’ While saying this, Harry dropped to his knees and approached Lucius’ crotch at a determined stumble.
Lucius, seeing the determined look in Harry’s face, quickly fumbled with his breeches for a moment, then let them fall to become bunched around his ankles, revealing a cock that was magnificent even when limp.
‘NOW I KNOW WHY THE WIFE HANGS AROUND.’ Remarked Harry, chuckling, then planting a kiss on the tip of Lucius’ member.
Lucius’ eyes crossed as his dick twitched, and Harry continued to suck him off.