Hey kittens! I'm here to bring you a creation of my "disturbed" imagination. Filthy, filthy, filthy. I Hope you like it!
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If he kept licking his nipples he would cum. The raven haired guy had a wicked tongue that could be used either for insulting him, perform the most incredible spells ever or, like now, send him to paradise.
The guy was gibing all he got and that's what Draco liked about screwing with him. Potter, regardless of being top or bottom, always tried to make Draco feel insane. Which wasn't difficult. They had sort of an arrangement about mutual pleasure for some months now- "OhmyfuckingMerlinPOTTER! Don't do that, if you keep like this I won't last any longer." Draco claimed as he felt his dick being sucked merciless by a vicious mouth. All wet and hot. Wasn't Potter good? "Good Merlin Potter keep doing that. Yes fuck, just like this!" "If you keep moaning like that, I'm not going to wait any longer Malfoy, and you won't be able to walk properly for a week." Nearly growled Harry; he had a ferocious look on his face, nearly animal. That kind of comments made Draco's lust ignite like dry straw.
He remembered quite well the last time that Harry did not take his time to prepare him, he couldn't sit a week without a cushion spell for a week, it had hurt like hell. But it had been worth it. Absolutely. Every time he sat down that week, he remembered the violent thrusts that had driven him crazy. And when he said every time, it was every freaking time. He'd had a boner in Binn's class. He knew what was coming next, so, he raised the volume of his moans.
"Since you're moaning like a whore, you'll be treated like one." With those words Draco nearly cried of happiness, he looked at the raven haired boy, the pupils in Harry's eyes were so dilated that his eyes were no longer green, the blonde loved that feline look in Harry's face which was emphasized by that charcoal hair of his. It was humid and messy after that make out session, and the blonde wouldn't admit it, but he loved every hair of it. Harry's lips were swollen and humid, opened, exhaling hair that turned into condensation in the charged atmosphere of these bathrooms. That ensemble was wild, predator, and for Draco, it meat hard sex.
The Boy who lived, twice, now that the war had finished and Voldemort was dead, had changed. He was eating more and, Draco didn't know how but he didn't really care, had grown quite nicely. Every time he got undressed the blonde could admire Harry's wide back and strong arms, he would lick his perfect pects, and trail down to his abs ended in two V lines, and between them, the most perfect manhood he had ever seen. It was big enough to touch his throat every time he blowjobed the raven haired guy, but it didn't finish there, it was wide, so much that he felt each vein of his when Harry entered on him. And the worst part was that Potter knew how much he enjoied playing with his wand. Each time Draco wanted to lead, the raven haired guy had a cocky grim before the blonde trailed to his belly button.
Another thing that had also changed was his reputation. Before the war he had some admirers, but now he had a cohort whether he liked it or not. It was disgusting; Draco knew that they were spreading rumours around the castle. Most of them included Harry, a witch or wizard (who usually had created said rumour) and indecorous postures in a bed or in a hall. Draco had even heard one in which the raven haired was doing a handstand in the broom closet while a girl was giving him head. She wasn't a Ravenclaw, for sure. Not that Draco care about it, but the girls had sort of a competition. It was sickening; the first who could sneak into the Hero's pants would win. However, Potter wasn't really into this whole competition thing. Actually, he wasn't into girls at all. At least, that's what it seemed. Draco's gaydar never failed.
And Harry was no exception. The raven haired boy knew the exact strings to make Draco sound like a Stradivarius. Smooth and harmoniously. "Come on little bitch, be good and stand on your four. Now" Fuck.
Well he wasn't being really smooth right now. As if Draco would complain. He loved when the dirty talk of the other boy in bed, it turned him on. Harry said those things in a husky voice tone that pierced into Draco and made the blood in his veins go down. "Potter it's been a while since w-" he felt a wand in between his cheeks, and a second later, the sticky texture of the magic lube. "Shush, I know, so don't worry". With those words Draco relaxed, at least, the golden boy was going to prepare him. How naïve of him.
The intrusion was slow but without stopping. "F-fuck, what the hell Pot-Potter?!" The blond wasn't a virgin or anything, they had screwed countless times, but they hadn't done anything since last week. Consequently, he was tight, and Harry wide, a bad combination. Draco could feel how his insides were readjusting themselves for the big one entering him, he could feel the hot flesh stretching him, the sensation of hotness mixed up with the cold lube. "Sweet Merlin Malfoy you are so hot. Keep squeezing me like that and I won't be able to put more than half of myself on you." "Bloody… bloody hell Potter, now I don't care! You are digging me!" The blonde tried to look to Harry but he couldn't, the golden boy had bent down his head so now he was on his elbows and knees. He really liked that position, it allowed him to take all of that succulent manhood, but it had some inconvinients. All he could see of Harry were his muscled thighs and his balls. Gosh, I want to suck his balls, they seem delicious. "Indeed, I want to open you until your throat gets sore of screaming and that little hole of yours opens to me for more, clear my little bitch?" Harry established while entering a little more. "It's just nine inches darling, remember the Chinese balls. Ten vibrating cute balls, all for your slutty hole. Do you remember them?" Merciful Merlin, Draco remembered well. That day after a big argument with Harry at the Great Hall, Harry sent him a note commanding him to go to the disused bathrooms on seventh floor. Draco was told that the weasel twins used that place as a residence and set up their very first shop, only for Griffindorks, of course. He was a bit confused, because he had never heard about a bathroom in the seventh floor. When he entered through the portrait he got blank. The only thing his mind could concentrate about was the half-naked guy who was sitting in a chair. The worn out jeans didn't hide what was inside them, and the raw lust tattooed in Harry's gaze got him an instant boner. Then, the raven made an Accio and an object flew to his hands, something like balls connected by a thread, Draco had never seen anything similar, not to mention its purpose. Well, after that day and half a can of lube, he knew its exact purpose.
Draco suddenly returned to the present when Harry hit his prostate accidentally at the time his cock entered completely. The blonde was full and opened, the sudden hit in his G spot made him whine desperately for more. "You okay?" Well, at least the Griffindor cared, at some point. "Yeah, more. Gimme more!" "A little desperate aren't we?" Even if Draco couldn't see the raven haired's face, he could imagine the devilish smirk he would be showing. "I can't satisfy you if you don't tell me exactly what you want my little bitch." Teaser, the blonde knew it and he wanted to wait a minute more, not only to awaken even more Harry's instincts, but also to allow him a break. He had a huge one all inside him; and all he could feel at that moment was the blood pumping in Harry's cock's veins and the softness of his testicles against his buttocks. "I… I…" "C'mon babe, if you don't tell me what you desire I won't move." In that moment Draco cursed to the gods who were hearing him, he needed release to that heat, and he needed it now. Came what may. Deepen in his thoughts; Draco hadn't processed the romantic appellative Harry had called him with. "Okay Potter, I want you to fuck me, hard. I want your cock deep inside so your balls crash into mine" at that point Harry squeezed the blonde's balls making him moan loudly "OHMY FREAKING SALAZAR! POTTER WOULD YOU PLEASE FUCK ME?" Draco couldn't wait any longer, it was insane, and his cock was dripping with pre-cum and aiming a release. He heard the husky laugh of Harry and was about to complain even more when "As you wish." Without any other word, he started a rough rhythm of thrusts. Draco swore he could feel the skin in Harry's prepuce going up and down as he pumped in and out his ass. "Can you feel it Draco? If only you could see what I see, fuck. I'm grabbing your cheeks with my hands only to see how your little hole can suck my dick. Isn't it vicious? Oh my, yes it is, and you look so good." Harry started to harden his thrusts and Draco turned into a moaning mess. He couldn't think properly, actually, he couldn't think at all at some point. It all went white and all he could feel was absolute pleasure as Harry hit his prostate in every thrust, yes, he had a Priapus and he loved being subdued and subduing him. Draco did not know what happened outside the sensations that were overloading him. The blonde was near, he felt his own veins pumping all along his cock and when he felt the orgasm bursting a fast hand put him a ring cock. "Wh-why? Take it off, Potter PLEASE take it off!" He was on the verge of tears, it was frustrating to say the least! "No, no Malfoy, just wait and I'll make it up for you." Harry purred in Draco's ear. The blonde was defeated, but he was smart enough to remember the type of compensations he was given when these things happened. "O-okay…" Harry augmented the rhythm; Draco could feel his sweat mixing up with his own. The raven haired guy pumped in one more time and the blonde could feel the hotness fill his insides as Harry cried out his orgasm.
"N-now, your turn" the Golden boy was still catching his breath when Draco turned and got himself on his back. Draco saw Harry licking his licks before starting to bob him. "Yesss, like that. Fuck, your tongue, so good!" Harry looked up to him and smiled while he swallowed his entire dick. Slowly, teasing. Then, he started deep throating the blonde. His eyes were tantalizing Draco, and he did not noticed when the raven haired took of the ring with his lips with a hard suck. The blonde nearly rolled up his eyes, damn, he couldn't look at Harry, it was too good. Harry started jacking him off while bobbing him. "Potter, Potter I'm cumming, d-damn I'm -!" Draco came on Harry's mouth; his orgasm was so intense he had seen white dots in the inside.
"Was it good Malfoy?" Draco saw as the other boy swallowed his cum. His mouth dropped open; Potter had never done such thing. Draco looked at him half confused and half aroused. Why now? Well, he didn't matter. It was hot as hell. That had to be repeated at any cost. "Yes fuck, indeed, really good" Draco was trying to put his thoughts in order and by the way catch his breath.
Eventually, he opened his eyes to see Harry putting on his shirt. Draco could feel the fresh sensation of a cleaning spell. Harry didn't have a wand in his hands so he supposed he had made it wordlessly. It was impressive how he made such things so easily and tranquil. "How are we going to meet again?" Draco inquired getting up the gowns put on the floor that hopefully hadn't got dirty with their previous actions. It would be a nuisance if he got into the dungeons with the gown stained with cum. "I don't know Malfoy, the usual." Potter had created a method of communication through enchanted bangles. It was impossible for anybody to notice the similarity because they were enchanted with camouflage spells. When they were about to meet, the bangles would heat up and with a key word, the place to meet would be revealed. It was practical. Usually, Harry was the one who found them. Draco could only wonder how Harry seemed to always know where everyone was. The blonde gazed Harry when the raven haired guy bowed down to tie his shoes. He had a nice view. Suddenly, Harry turned round and caught him staring, he cracked a cocky grim at him "You like what you see Malfoy?" You know it very well, I do like you. Draco was sometimes ashamed of those thoughts but he knew Harry couldn't do Oclumancy so he wasn't worried. "I'm fucking with you Potter, isn't that an answer?" "Yeah, sort of." As always, the Grinffindork is florid with his dialectic. Harry turned around to the portrait gazing one more time the blonde Slytherin, then he exited the bathroom.
Draco was left there alone with his thoughts; he had a lot to think about.
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