AN: Porn, lots of porn.


"You want me to what?" Harry asked his beautiful wife of four years, his eyes wide as he stared at her moving lips but couldn't process the words that were coming out.

Ginny sighed. It had been cute seeing Harry gape like fish the first time she had told him what she wanted, but now it was just starting to annoy her. He had asked her that question probably ten times already.

"We made a deal," she reminded him, "to act out at least one of our fantasies for each other. That we would do whatever we could to uphold this. I held up my end and so now it's your turn, Harry."

"But... but... but-Ginny!" Harry managed to get out, exasperated with the situation she was suggesting.

"Don't you 'Ginny' me! Do you know how much trouble I went through for your fantasy? It wasn't easy to procure. Do you think it was simple for me to secure a quidditch pitch from all prying, outside eyes so that I could ride you on your broom? And I almost fell off!" Ginny exclaimed, though she had quite enjoyed the incredible exhilaration that having sex mid-air in a public setting had brought her. It had been fantastic, really, but that had been Harry's fantasy, not hers, and it was only fair that he return the favor now.

"I know, I know... but Gin, this is-this is completely different!" he argued, still not set on doing what she wanted of him, "You're basically asking me to cheat on you." Harry looked tense as he wrung his hands together, pleading desperately with his eyes for her to change her mind.

"No, it's not when I'm asking you to do it. Plus, I'd be watching as well. Oh, please Harry! Pretty, pretty, please won't you do it?" Ginny practically begged, batting her eyelashes at him in a ridiculously cute way.

Harry sighed and bit his bottom lip as he thought about it more. Really, he could give his wife this, it wasn't completely unreasonable, though it came close.

"Fine..." Harry told her, unable to keep the sullen, petulance from his tone, "when do you want to do it?"


About six days later, not even a week from when they had discussed it, Harry was being led upstairs, blindfolded, to what he assumed was their bedroom. His throat was completely dry and his palms were starting to sweat, an effect of his nervousness that he couldn't ignore. Harry wasn't exactly sure why he wasn't allowed to see anything – he knew what was coming – but it did have the, most likely desired, effect of putting him in a certain kind of mood. His wife knew him well.

"Okay, Harry, just remember – this is my fantasy and I want you to enjoy yourself, alright? Just do whatever feels good, don't think about me, pretend I'm not even there," a soft voice half-whispered to him at his side. Ginny's lips pressed into his briefly, and he could feel the excitement rolling off of her in waves, before he felt her move away and open the door to their bedroom. He felt kind of queasy and took a deep breath.

She hadn't even told him who the person was that she had asked to help out with her fantasy and Harry had forgotten to ask. He did so now, even though it was probably ridiculous to ask as he would be finding out rather soon any way.

"You'll see," Ginny responded as she made her way to the dark, little chaise lounge against the wall, making herself comfortable so that she could watch.

Harry stood still in the doorway, not able to see anything in the room, which included the person – the male person - that Ginny wanted him to sleep with. What was his life? He just wanted to rip the silly fabric from his face, but then a hand took his own; a soft, warm, slender one that he instantly knew wasn't Ginny's. And then he was slowly being led forward into the room.

He wasn't sure if he was supposed to talk or if he was even allowed to remove the blindfold at any point, but he really wanted to do both of those things right now. Who would his wife have picked? Neither family or close friends, obviously, because that was just gross and way too personal.

Did she just happen upon some random bloke and decide, yeah he's cute, I'll just ask him if he'd like to come home with me and screw my husband? Harry hoped not, because that was ridiculous, though it was probably better if the man was someone unknown, someone he wouldn't have to seriously look in the eye at some point after this.

Or was it someone he knew? Harry had a vague feeling that was true and he couldn't stop the shiver that leapt up his spine as a hot breath stirred the hair at the nape of his neck.

It was also odd to know that his wife was there, sitting quietly, content to watch – he really couldn't believe she was getting off on this in any way, but he supposed everyone had their quirks.

A hand suddenly came up and roughly cupped his chin, pulling his face straight, likely so that the person his wife had invited into their home could have a better look at him. Harry felt himself flush and he clenched his jaw tight. He nearly jumped at the feeling of gentle, damp lips tracing the jutted outline of his jaw, moving upward to tease the curve below his ear. He gasped as the lobe of his ear was taken and teased between the man's teeth. That was one of his spots.

He could hear Ginny breathing harder from across the room and it made everything even more awkward, if that was at all possible.

The man took the liberty of pulling Harry up against his body. All he could feel were sharp planes and hard muscle, a complete contrast to what he usually felt with his wife. It sent a jolt of arousal through him. And then his lips were being claimed in a demanding, needy kiss, so that he thought they might be bruised from it. Harry tried to push the man away but those lips continued their assault, though they slowed and let up on the aggressiveness, melding their lips together in a way that soon had him panting into the man's mouth.

Their lips slid together slickly, testing the boundaries, finding a balance between too much and not enough, and Harry's hands somehow found themselves tangled in soft hair that slipped through his fingers like silk. It was probably shiny too. He pulled away reluctantly.

"Can I take this blindfold off? It's hard to do anything when I can't see."

Harry could hear something, though no one was speaking, and they were probably gesturing to each other or something.

"Yes, but don't..." Ginny started to say, making an indistinct noise in the back of her throat as she thought of the right words to use, "... don't forget that this is my fantasy, please don't ruin it for me."

He frowned. He was already going through with it, there was no point in stopping now, how could he possibly ruin... Harry yanked the dark fabric off his head and opened his eyes.

"Potter," the man said in greeting.

"Malfoy?" Harry choked on his response. He really wished he'd left the blindfold on. "What? Wh-" No, he really didn't want to know why, it didn't matter, it would probably disturb him any way. Harry looked over to his wife and she simply shrugged her shoulders at him and gestured with her hand for him to proceed.

He was kind of annoyed with her now. She had brought Malfoy, of all people, into their bedroom, for him to... he gulped, he didn't understand how she could think this was a good idea. But, he was set on it now, he'd made his promise, he'd already kissed him, he'd deal with the consequences later. At least the blonde was decent looking, he had to give her that.

Harry growled and stepped toward the man, intent on taking charge now that he knew exactly who he was dealing with. He completely ignored Ginny and took Malfoy into his arms, crushing him against his body and slamming their mouths back together.

Malfoy made a muffled noise of protest and his hands came out to clutch Harry's shirt, but then they were kissing, kissing and fighting for dominance, nipping and biting at each other's lips until they tasted blood. And that was way too close to how they used to be that Harry had to slow himself down, had to pull back from it a little.

And he was shocked to find himself hard. He was hard and pressing into Malfoy's hip, and he could feel a similar hardness against his own hip. Malfoy's lip was bleeding and Harry watched the tip of his pink tongue peek out from between his lips to taste it. Their eyes locked on each other. He was really doing this. With Malfoy. He was fucked.

They couldn't proceed in the same way though or eventually there'd be too much blood and Harry just wasn't into that. Sure, he liked it rough sometimes, but he wasn't into pain. He stepped back and sat on the edge of his bed, pulling off his socks and unbuttoning his trousers, his eyes never leaving Malfoy's form, not even thinking about his wife sitting off to the side watching their every move. No, his eyes were for Malfoy alone – because they were about to go places, places he'd never considered ever going to with his ex-rival.

Harry patted a leg, staring up at the man who just seemed content to stand there all night looking slightly debauched and staring back at Harry with a heavy lidded gaze. This wasn't a staring contest though. Harry leaned back slightly, holding himself up with his arms behind him.

"Come here, Malfoy," he said demurely, waiting for the man to do something, anything, because Harry was starting to get anxious again.

Malfoy strode forward and settled in his lap, his legs coming around Harry so that he had to move his arms out of the way. He wound up holding onto the man, his hands clutching his hips to help steady him, and Malfoy's long hair tickling his forehead as he bent over him. It should have been awkward but it wasn't. Harry was pressed snugly against Malfoy's arse and it was fantastic. Both his arse and the feeling.

He moved his hands down to check it out for himself, squeezing hard and lifting him up, eyes clenching shut at the indecent moan Malfoy let out, and suddenly wishing that their irritating clothes weren't in the way. Malfoy seemed to have the same idea as his nimble fingers began unbuttoning Harry's shirt, swiftly going down the row of buttons and then brushing aside the fabric to bare his chest for exploration.

Groaning as one of his nipples was pinched, Harry practically ripped Malfoy's shirt from his body and he reached down to undo his trousers as well. Malfoy wriggled in his lap, lifting himself up to push his trousers first down his thighs, then off his legs as he lifted his knees from the bed. They both nearly fell over at the motion, but then Malfoy was pushing Harry to lay down instead, yanking his trousers down his legs before crawling over top him.

Harry was breathing hard, his chest heaving as he stared at Malfoy. He felt like he was in some kind of trance, that this was all just some fantastical dream his fevered mind had concocted, because he still couldn't process what they were doing. He turned his head to the side and saw his wife sitting across the room, her eyes completely glued to their bodies. Nope, it was real.

He could feel Malfoy settling atop him, his knees on either side of his body as he set his arse back down against Harry's pelvis. He watched Ginny reach her hand down between her own legs and he had to snap his head away, looking back at the blonde above him. Malfoy's eyes were an intense, dark, steel color.

Hands moved over his chest, trailing along his ribs and brushing over his stomach, causing Harry to buck up into the touch. Malfoy smiled down at him, a little twist to his lips, as he circled Harry's nipples with the pads of his fingers. Just when Harry started to arch upward, the blonde leaned forward and kissed him, pushing him back into the covers of the bed. He let out a strangled gasp as Malfoy sucked his tongue into his mouth.

Then his mouth and tongue was released and Malfoy glided down his body, his lips leaving a trail of wetness to the top of Harry's pants. He watched with wide, innocent eyes, unable to keep from panting, as Malfoy's fingers traced his exposed hip and then hooked under the band of his pants to pull them off. And then Harry was naked, completely bared to his ex-rival. He shivered.

Harry clamped his mouth shut as he watched Malfoy take his hard length in hand, barely gripping him as he ran his fingers along the skin. He forced his hips to stay down against the bed instead of thrusting up like they wanted to. Malfoy gave him a look, eyes glinting as he looked up Harry's body from between his legs, his tongue dipping out to taste the fluid leaking out from the swollen head of his cock. It twitched in his hand and Harry blushed at the thought that the man could probably feel his heart beat in that way. And it was beating fast, thumping along in his chest erratically.

A warm heat engulfed him and he breathed in sharply through his nose, his head going back as he arched his shoulders up instead of his hips. And gods, he could feel himself in the back of Malfoy's throat, all tight and constricting around him rhythmically... he'd never been so deep in someone's mouth before. Harry let out a small whine, fingers clawing at the sheets to stop himself from grabbing Malfoy's hair.

And Malfoy's eyes never left his. He was watching Harry's face the whole time, working his mouth along him as he gauged his responses, flicking his tongue out to dance across the tip before sinking back down to the base again. Harry tried not to watch, tried to wrench his eyes away from Malfoy's saliva-slicked lips wrapped around his dick, but he couldn't.

Malfoy moved his mouth up to suck gently at the tip, his hands prying Harry's from the sheets to put them in his hair. Harry felt the vibration of Malfoy moaning around him. The blonde obviously enjoyed his hair being played with, so Harry gave in and tugged a bit before running his fingers along his scalp to cup the back of his head.

Harry felt something slick brushing against his balls and he couldn't help twisting his fingers in the soft locks. He was getting close. Way too close. But Malfoy seemed to figure that out and stopped blowing him, he pulled off with an obscene slurping noise and slid his tongue down further.

When he figured out that the blonde was bypassing his balls, Harry tried shutting his legs, but Malfoy pushed his thighs wide open so that his knees were almost against the bed. He felt that slick tongue dip down and he clenched his arse cheeks tight.

"Oh gods..." Harry sobbed, moving his arm up to cover his red face. He couldn't believe how good it felt. And he also couldn't believe Malfoy would do that to him. He pushed his arse out against Malfoy's face, biting his hand to try and keep the sounds he was making to himself. Malfoy's lithe tongue traced his most private place, lapping at his hole like he wanted nothing more than to taste him there, circling around and around until Harry was nearly weeping at the sensation flooding his arse.

And then... and then it was inside him, pushing past the tight ring of his anus and sliding into his body. Harry clutched at his own thighs, his nails biting into his skin, as he turned his face to the side and into his pillow. His hips moved on their own, trying to get more of the feeling, trying to get more of that tongue inside of him. Oh, fuck yes, Harry had never felt anything as sweet and sinful as this before.

Malfoy's lips continued to move against him, like he was kissing his arsehole, and that was totally dirty but also really, really fucking hot. Harry was burning up, twisting around on his bed, his arse tingling in a way he'd never experienced, and he was sure he looked like a whore, holding himself open for Malfoy's mouth.

"Wha-oh fuck, what are you doing?" he asked as he felt Malfoy's finger trace the puckered skin of his arsehole before pushing the tip of it in alongside his tongue. Harry knew what he was doing and it had been a stupid question, but... it had stung... at first, and then all he could feel was the thrusting of Malfoy's tongue again.

He felt a little more open, felt that finger twisting around and stretching him wider, going deeper, sliding into him slowly, and Harry didn't even realize how much of it was him pushing onto it, fucking himself on Malfoy's finger until it was fully embedded in his arse.

His whole body felt wound up and tense, on the edge of an orgasm he so desperately wanted, arching up to try and reach it some how. And Malfoy just kept up his torment, his wicked tongue flicking against his skin and making Harry moan continuously into his pillow. He bit down on it when he felt another finger push up into his arse, this time slick with lube, and moving into him a lot quicker than the first one had. It hurt, burning as it stretched him open for Malfoy's darkened gaze – his breath hitched in his chest.

"Fuck... fucking shit that hurts," Harry said, wincing as Malfoy's fingers moved until they were fully sheathed. They stilled to let him adjust and he took a few deep breaths, stretching his legs out for a moment to work a knot out of his tensed muscles.

Malfoy chuckled lightly against his leg, resting his forehead there as he looked down between Harry's legs. Harry could feel himself twitch around Malfoy's fingers and he heard the man's deep groan as he watched it happen. And then he started to move again, easing his way out before twisting back in, spreading his fingers when they were inside to open Harry up further. He knew what was coming next and Harry was just lucky that Malfoy seemed to want to make sure he was properly ready for it.

He hadn't expected the third finger, slipping in alongside the other two just when it was starting to feel good again, and he bit down hard on his tongue to stop from crying out. Malfoy's tongue came back, trying to sooth away the sting of being so full, but it couldn't distract from it. But, it seemed though that Malfoy had an ace up his sleeve, figuratively of course, as he pulled his fingers back a little and pressed them up toward Harry's stomach.

Harry nearly screamed at the sudden, utterly blissful feeling pulsing out from his arse, creating a warm wave of pleasure along his entire body. His cock let out a short stream of pre-come, twitching hard against his stomach as his arse clenched and unclenched around Malfoy's fingers massaging that spot relentlessly. He let go of one of his legs to reach down and touch himself, only to have his hand slapped away.

"Malfoy, please... fucking please," he begged, now wriggling down on those wonderful, brilliant fingers, no longer feeling any pain what so ever. And then they were cruelly taken away and Harry was left feeling uncomfortably open and unsatisfied, wanting to weep at the incomplete feeling.

"Oh my fucking god, you jerk," Harry whined out, letting his legs close and drop back down to the bed.

The blonde took his mouth in a gentle kiss, using lots of tongue, that wicked, amazing tongue sliding against his own as Malfoy leaned over him again. Harry could feel a hard length against his stomach, leaving a sticky mess there... and when had Malfoy become naked too?

His legs were lifted and spread wide again, he felt the back of his knees settle in the crook of Malfoy's elbows, holding him apart. Harry tore his mouth away and looked down his own body to see Malfoy's cock poised between his legs, waiting, waiting... for what he didn't know. It was flushed pink and slick with lube, and looked larger than Harry's own member, both wider around and longer in length. Harry gulped and clenched his arse cheeks together.

Malfoy brought a hand down to himself, eyes pinned to Harry's green ones as he rubbed himself along his arse. The head of his cock teased along his entrance, sliding back and forth and catching on the edge of his stretched hole, until Harry forgot to keep clenching. There was little bit of pressure then, but not enough to push inside him. Harry watched Malfoy's hips rolling forward and he brought his hands down to clutch at them.

A little more pressure then and Harry pushed back against it, rocking his hips down, and he briefly felt himself stretched open before it was gone again. He pushed his hips out, rubbing his arse against Malfoy's thighs. He wanted it, wanted to be filled again, wanted to feel that warm syrupy pleasure radiating out from his arse. And Malfoy did it again, but this time he didn't pull back and the head of his cock popped past the ring of Harry's pulsing, gripping hole.

"My god... fuck, Harry," he barely heard muttered into the skin of his collar bone as Malfoy's head dropped down and his face pushed into the curve between Harry's shoulder and neck. He realized that that had been the first thing the blonde had said since greeting him and it distracted him a bit from the awkward feeling of being breached for the first time. Harry gulped in a few deep breaths, glad that Malfoy was giving him some time to get used to being stretched open so much before he moved any more. He felt the muscles in Malfoy's arms twitch as he held still.

It felt odd. He clenched around what was there inside him and felt, not only a shock of pain from the action, but also teeth bite into his neck momentarily.

"Don't do that," Malfoy whispered as he released his teeth and moved up to lick the shell of Harry's ear. Harry moaned quietly, his fingers tightening their hold on Malfoy's hips.

Malfoy continued teasing his ear with his teeth and tongue, finally pushing his hips forward and inching into him so slowly that Harry's little whimpering noises kept getting caught in the back of his throat.

And he couldn't stop making the sound until Malfoy was fully seated inside him, stretching him, filling him... and there were tears in the corner of his eyes, which remained clenched shut until the pain melted away. Harry felt his arse nestled against Malfoy's pelvis and he rubbed himself along his skin, making them both moan out as he shifted, feeling Malfoy's length twitch inside him. He was so far inside him. So deep.

"Malfoy, oh... gods, Malfoy, just... move, fucking move, please," Harry said, arching his neck out as he rotated his hips more so that it felt like the man was even deeper inside him.

He didn't relent, keeping still until Harry was practically ready to beg him and was squirming around deliciously on his length.

"Gods, just fuck me already. Please, fuck me. Fuck me, Draco," Harry cried out, fingers scrabbling at Malfoy's skin as he finally complied and pulled out nearly all the way before smoothly sliding back inside. He did it again and again, slowly, trembling as he held himself back from just pounding into him, rotating his hips each time he moved forward and opening Harry up more and more so that he could move inside him easier.

Harry couldn't think beyond the fact that his arse felt very full, and good, and open, and warm, and he was nearly vibrating with need. Malfoy grabbed his wrists and held them into the bed as he began to fuck him faster, sliding his cock into Harry's arse so easy now there was almost no resistance - because Harry just wanted more, his hips were pushing down and meeting Malfoy's every thrust, every perfect, grinding thrust.

"Yes, just like that," Harry moaned out, completely unable to stop the words from spilling from his mouth, "please, harder... oh my god, harder... yes, please-please."

Malfoy scooted his knees up higher on the bed and it changed everything. Harry was yelling, shouting out his pleasure along with Malfoy's name, and trying to screw himself down on the man's cock even harder. Malfoy chuckled and picked up his pace.

Harry felt wave after wave of pure pleasure spreading out from his pelvis, he'd never felt anything as good before, he was incoherent with need, his penis throbbing against his stomach as fluid leaked from the tip out onto his skin.

"Fuck, yes," he hissed, shaking uncontrollably, his arse clenching down hard as the feeling started to overwhelm him. Malfoy slammed their mouths together and Harry groaned out his pleasure, his cock pulsing rapidly as he came all over himself so hard that it splattered up his chest and hit him in the chin. His whole body convulsed as Malfoy continued to fuck him through it. And then Harry felt him still, wedged up inside him as far as he could go, his hips twitching roughly into his arse as he filled him with his release.

They panted against each other's mouths for a few seconds before Malfoy pulled away. Harry winced as he slipped free of his arse, closing his legs as soon as could, and bringing a hand up to wipe the come from his chin.

"Well that was the hottest thing I've ever seen," Ginny commented as Malfoy flopped down beside him, panting and obviously exhausted.

Harry closed his eyes and pretended she hadn't spoken.

That was the hottest thing he'd ever seen too.