Harry walked down the hall slowly, trying to delay this meeting as long as posible. But time, being as it is, always moving forward, made his feet squeak to a stop in front of Draco Malfoy's door. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, then called,
"Malfoy! Draco, are you in there?"
Harry waited a few seconds and, hearing nothing, proceeded to rap twice on the door. Still no response. With a sigh, Harry turned to go. He had really needed those notes! Professor Snape had told him he could take a retest after failing his potions test 3 days ago, but he had lost his notebook. Who knew what Snape would do if he failed again?
A faint *thump* resounded from within the room and Harry stopped, turning back.
"Hello?" he called.
Still no answer, but this time he tried the knob. It turned easily, and the door cracked open of it's own accord. Not being able to resist, Harry pushed it open further and slipped inside the dimly lit room. His eyes scanned the space for the source of the noise, but found nothing. That is, until his eyes landed on the bed. There, Draco Malfoy sat, stark naked, save for a gag and ties on his wrists and ankles. Harry felt heat flood his face and knew he was beat red. He also knew it was impolite to stare at someone, especially in their own room when they're, you know, NAKED, but he just couldn't seem to help himself. His eyes ran up and down Malfoy, gazing at his beautiful porcelain skin, and lingering in between his legs. Oh, god, Malfoy made him so HARD. His heart was racing wildly and his own dick was tingling, throbbing, straining painfully against his pants. Harry wanted to take it and stick it in Malfoy's mouth, then put Malfoy's in his own and... Oh, god, what was he THINKING?!
Finally Harry was able to tear his eyes away from Malfoly's hot, alluring body, and asked in a voice that was randomly cracking,
"Do you need some help?"
Malfoy mumbled something incomprehensible behind his gag.
"Huh?" said Harry. "Oh, whatever. I'm taking the gag off."
When he was within an arms length of Malfoy, he somehow managed to trip over his own feet and landed, luckily, on the bed, but ON TOP OF MALFOY. He wasn't sure how it was possible, but Harry blushed an even deeper shade of red. As he got off, his hand brushed Malfoy's nuts and Harry felt him shiver. In pleasure? Harry looked up at Malfoy's face in surprise, his eyes widening. Malfoy was blushing as well, his head turned to the side, managing to look cute AND hot. Oh, shit; Malfoy turned him on so hard. For Harry, it would be so easy and simple to lean down and...NO!
He mentally shook himself, then shakily removed the gag. Malfoy gave a reciprocating sigh of relief, then began working his mouth, trying to bring back feeling into it. Harry imagined a part of himself being in Malfoy when he did that and he shivered with pleasure, quickly glancing away. His eyes landed on Malfoy's desk, and Harry spotted a pair of scissors. He crossed the room to retrieve them, thinking to cut the bonds.
A few minutes later, Malfoy was sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing his wrists. There were red welts there, for they had been tied tightly. Still, Malfoy made no move to get up or get dressed. Harry wasn't sure what to do or say. Should he ask what had happened? He looked all about the room, trying to find anything to look at that wasn't Malfoy.
"Uhhhhh," he finally said.
Malfoy looked up at him.
"Thanks." he said simply, then, glancing Harry over, grimaced. "Do you wanna take a shower or something?"
"What?" asked Harry, the light bloom of a blush returning to his cheeks.
Malfoy gestured at him. "You're all covered in mud..."
"Oh," said Harry, looking down at himself.
He remembered that it had been raining and, as he was walking, had somehow tripped over nothing, right into the rose garden. Just as Harry was about to say, "No, thanks. The rain'll wash it off or something..." Harry realized that he would be IN MALFOY'S SHOWER. Not being able to resist the opportunity, Harry instead replied, "Okay. Yeah, I guess I will."
Harry spotted the door to the bathroom and slipped inside. He quickly stripped and turned the water on to blasting, as hot as it would go. He stepped under the stream, and pulled the shower curtain shut behind him. Harry watched the water create streaks in the dried dirt, then wash it off his body completely. Then he stood under the running water another minute, reluctant to get out. But as the last of the mud swirled down the drain, Harry stepped out of the tub and squeaked the faucet off.
Spying a towel on the ground, he picked it up and wrapped it around his waist. Harry breathed in the warm, moist air deeply, letting it give him the dizzy feeling you get when you intake too much oxygen. Now that Harry was clean, he didn't want to put his dirty clothes back on. He looked at the muddy pile on the floor, then at the door, and decided.
"Malfoy?" he called. "What should I do about my clothes?"
For two heartbeats, there was no response, then an answer resounded from within the main room.
"Let me see how dirty they are."
Harry opened the door, releasing steam into the room. For a moment, he was blinded, but after blinking once, twice, three times, his vision cleared. Harry glanced around confusedly at first, not seeing Malfoy. Then, again, as a last resort, Harry looked to the bed.
"Wha-?" he stuttered, taking a step back. "Malfoy, what are you...?"
Malfoy was again laying out on the bed, this time with no bonds, but STILL FLIPPIN' NAKED!
'And,' Harry thought, 'he's in a very...INVITING position.'
Malfoy raised one hand and crooked his index finger twice, beckoning. Harry, mesmerized, walked towards him. As he moved, Malfoy sat up and took Harry's hands. He fell to his knees and gazed up at the beautifully shining Malfoy, with equal parts adoringness and longing. Malfoy stroked the side of Harry's face with the back of his hand and Harry leaned into the gentle caress.
Malfoy pulled Harry to his feet and rolled him onto the bed. The towel that had been wrapped around Harry's waist fell to the ground and was left; forgotten. Malfoy leaned down and began nibbling on the edge of Harry's ear, then moved down his neck, leaving a trail of kisses, pausing in between his neck and shoulder to suck on the skin and leave a hickey to mark Harry as his.
Malfoy moved down even farther and sucked on his chest, swirling his tongue around the nipple, then worked his way back up the other side. At Harry's ear again, Malfoy whispered,
"You know you wanted this. I see you staring at me. So now what are you going to do?"
He gave a light laugh that tickled Harry's ear and sent shivers down his spine.
"Yeah, I know I wanted this and here's what I'm gonna do." Harry growled.
He grabbed Malfoy's face and smashed his lips into his. He wrapped one arm around Malfoy's waist and tangled the other's hand in his hair, bringing his body up to meet Malfoy's. Harry's tongue pressed against Malfoy's teeth, then he sucked on his bottom lip. Hitching one leg over Malfoy, Harry rolled them over so he was on top. He leaned down and whispered in Malfoy's ear as Malfoy had done to him.
"It's not just me, Malfoy. I know you want this as well. Don't try to play it off."
Harry then went back to kissing Malfoy, and this time, Malfoy began working his mouth with Harry's. On a whim, Harry thrust his hips down against Malfoy's, and Malfoy broke away from the kissing to gasp in pleasure. Then he rasped,
"More. Do it again."
Harry complied and did it again, and again, and suddenly they couldn't get enough of each other. They rolled over, changing positions again, and almost fell off the bed.
At one point, when Harry happened to be on top, he suddenly started to slither down, leaving a trail of kisses. Feeling the shift, Malfoy propped himself up on his elbows, and whimpered his dislike, staring at Harry with a mixture of hurt and anger. Giving a wicked smile, Harry picked up Malfoy's hand, which was laying limp by his side, and slowly, purposefully engulfed Malfoy's index finger, staring into grey eyes the whole time. Understanding flickered in Malfoy's eyes, and his breath hitched in expectation, his eyes falling closed. Harry continued the rest of the way and stared in pure bliss at Malfoy's erected member.
"I did this," he thought. "I made Malfoy's body want me."
Harry nudged the erection with his tongue, making Malfoy tremble beneath him. Then, slowly, a somewhat evil smile spread across Harry's face. He knew just what he wanted to do. Harry's tongue slid slowly, ever so slowly, up the side of Malfoy's member, until coming to the head. By this time, Malfoy was shaking. Harry's tongue played with the slit, pressing in. Malfoy clutched desperately at the sheets, and suddenly, Harry's mouth engulfed Malfoy's member. He gasped in surprise, a hot feeling was spreading throughout his abdomen. It pooled near his groin, and he knew he was close.
"Harry", he muttered through clenched teeth. "I'm going to cum. If you don't want it in your mouth, I suggest you get your mouth off."
But Harry just roughly grabbed Malfoy's legs, spreading them farther apart, and started pumping his mouth.
"Harry!" Malfoy growled.
He could feel Harry's smile around his erection. At last, Malfoy reached his peak, and cum exploded into Harry's mouth. Harry, expecting this, did well and hardly choked. He pulled back his head, slowly swiping his thumb over his chin to collect the extra that had spilled.
"Mm. Salty," he murmured.
But Malfoy wasn't paying attention. He was breathing heavily, still madly clinging to the sheets, eyes closed, and body drenched with sweat. Harry chuckled to himself and crawled up the bed again, next to Malfoy. He laid on his side, head propped up in his hand, until Malfoy's eyes finally popped open. He stared up at the ceiling for a minute, then slid closer to Harry. The effects of what had happened just minutes before were still evident on Malfoy's face, and his whole complexion was bathed in the after-glow. Slowly, Malfoy rolled onto his side, in the same position as Harry and they just stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity, more being spoken then words could ever say. Then Malfoy pushed Harry over, and laid his head on Harry's chest, sighing blissfully; peacefully. The only thing Harry had to say was,
"What. You're done already? I was just getting started."
Malfoy looked up at Harry in surprise, and saw an odd glint in Harry's eyes. He took Malfoy's hand and slid it down to his groin, letting Malfoy's long, slender, cool fingers glide over his large member. Malfoy's eyes widened, looked down, then looked back up. He was blushing, but Harry seemed confident and content, so the old feeling of desperate need returned, and Malfoy licked his lips in expectation. It was going to be a long night.