Uhm. This is just practice for my future fic which will possibly have smut. Its my first attempt at it. Constructive criticism welcome. Thanks.
It was that damned smirk, Harry decided in retrospect. That contemptuous, self absorbed smirk painted across that smug, stupidly gorgeous face. That's what set him off,
he reasoned. Anything to wipe the damned smirk that kept haunting him through the whole school year. Although, maybe lunging at the slouching body of Draco Malfoy and snogging him senseless probably wasn't the best way to do it. Yeah, probably wasn't. But then again, he wasn't thinking straight, was he? He never did in situations like these.
Hours later, he couldn't keep a smile off his face as details kept coming back to him, keeping him in a state of constant arousal. He'd almost screwed up in Charms, slipping into hot and completely unsuitable for school fantasies. If it hadn't been for Hermione elbowing him sharply in the ribs, Flitwick would have been very displeased. Stupid friggin' Malfoy, Harry groaned. What he wouldn't do to have those talented, pouting lips back on his cock, sucking him off to completion like they had the last time. Sighing, he leaned against the walls of the shower, slipping back into memory, whimpering out loud as he caressed himself.
Malfoy had been startled, he'd frozen and shuttered down, causing Harry to worry about the possible fist-fight they might get into. Seconds later, he arched into Harry, giving as good as he got. Biting down on Harry's bottom lip, drawing a shuddering gasp. Harry smiled triumphantly into the kiss, streaking his tongue across Draco's bottom lip, pushing him further against the wall, onlookers be damned. Draco pulled Harry closer, as if that were possible, yanking his tie off with one hand, leaving the other free to play with the silken strands of Harry's messed up hair. Draco deepened the kiss, both boys fighting for dominance before Draco finally gave in, letting Harry explore his mouth. Both of their movements growing frenzied with each passing moment.
"Stop. Not. Here." Harry hissed pulling away as Draco's long pale hands having unbuttoned his shirt, began caressing his torso.
" Fine." Malfoy whispered back tersely, pulling Harry towards an abandoned classroom nearby.
Muttering several silencing and locking charms at the door, Draco pushed Harry against the door, eyes stormy grey with lust.
"Happy?" he muttered, sucking on the soft, sensitive spot on Harry's collar bone. He smirked against Harry's throat, feeling the soft whimper vibrating in Harry's throat as he bit his neck hard enough to leave marks. Startled he grunted as Harry suddenly flipped him around, so that now he was the one with the doorknob digging into his back and his breath knocked out of him.
Sneering at Draco's helplessness, Harry imitated the smirk that annoyed him only minutes ago, before getting down to business. He simply yanked off Draco's silk shirt, causing the buttons to pop off and scatter through the disused room. Ignoring the sound of helpless reproach, he flicked his tongue against one of Malfoy's nipples as Malfoy struggled to get his shirt off his shoulders. He raked his nails across Malfoy's chest enjoying the way Malfoy's hands clenched painfully on his shoulders. He ground unconsciously against Draco's hips making him whimper. Harry straightened up, licking and biting at Malfoy's neck, letting Malfoy finally get his shirt off.
Draco didn't really know what he was doing anymore. All he knew was, he wanted more and Potter was the only one who could do it now. A triumphant snarl escaped him as he finally managed to get the shirt he'd been wrestling with off Potter's tanned, lightly muscled torso, now covered in a sheen of let his tongue ghost over Harry's collar bones before biting him hard, causing Harry to give a particularly enthusiastic thrust against his hips. He groaned as his cock strained almost painfully against his trousers. He let his tongue trail a way down Harry's torso, turning him so that Harry leaned, panting, against the door. Smirking slightly he knelt before Harry, pulling his zipper open with his teeth.
"You whore." Harry muttered gasping for breath.
"You know you like it Potter." Draco whispered back smirking.
Harry moaned and arched his back as Draco licked his lips, before opening his mouth to let his cock slide into his mouth. The blonde swirled his tongue around the hardened flesh massaging the base with his long fingers. The warmth of Malfoy's mouth and the teasing laps at his cock were driving Harry crazy. His hands tightened around Malfoy's shoulders as he enveloped his cock with the warm mouth, easily taking in Harry's entire length in one go. Gods, Malfoy looked deliciously good on his cock, Harry thought running his hand through Draco's hair as Draco began sucking him thoroughly, sliding over his cock. The slut was being agonizingly slow. Without warning, Harry grasped Draco's head and thrust almost violently into his mouth.
Draco gagged as Harry hit the back of his throat, tears forming at the corner of his widened eyes. Who'd have thought Potter would be so capable of going after what he wanted. He wanted this too though, and adjusted almost immediately to Harry's thrusts. He moaned over Potter's cock causing Potter to shudder violently in response. He pumped and sucked until his jaw ached dully and Potter was nothing but a quivering mass of jelly under the ministrations of his tongue.
"Damn.. Malfoy." Harry moaned letting Malfoy go and resting his hand on his head. Harry watched the gorgeous blonde with half lidded eyes as he sucked and pumped Harry higher than he'd ever gone before. "Fuck. Im gonna-" Harry lost control of himself as Draco gave a particularly hard suck on his cock, gently scraping his teeth against it. Harry threw his head back, arching violently into Draco's mouth, sudden jolts of pleasure running down his spine. Jerking hard, he came into Malfoy's mouth.
Draco was almost ready for the salty hot fluid to hit the back of his throat. Almost, being the keyword as he gagged and choked trying to swallow Harry's cum, sucking him dry. He gave Harry a few more strokes before letting go and settling on the floor. He watched as Potter's eyes gradually re-focused and became aware of his surroundings, his hand rubbing his own cock through the soft fabric of his trousers.
Harry leaned panting heavily against the wall, the frantic thrum of his pulse calming down. His eyes swept across the dark, musty room, over the dusty unused desks and benches, the long trails of cobwebs hanging from every corner and the heavily aroused blonde boy sitting at his feet. He sucked in a deep breath, as he began to process the event that took place. His face flushing heavily, he raised a shaky hand to his forehead and began to hurriedly dress himself, determinedly refusing to meet Malfoy's eye.
"Potter. What the-" Draco sputtered, still sprawled on the floor as Harry summoned and slipped on his shirt.
"Sorry. I di- didn't mean to. Merlin. Malfoy. Sorry" Harry muttered as he haphazardly fixed the buttons on his ruined shirt, looking anywhere but at the blonde. Flushing worse than ever, he wrenched open the door and broke into a sprint. Leaving the surprised, pale, blonde boy splayed on the floor all by himself.
If you wanna see more stuff happen I can write more. Let me know. R&R
