A/N: Okay. This is the result of another plot bunny of mine, but really listening to this song does things to my mind …. oh well don't even get me started, been there, done that, as you can see below.
This is a slash fic and includes explicit (!) sexual content, if you're under 18:
GO PLAY WITH YOUR DOLLS!
Disclaimer: The amazing and magical world of Harry Potter belongs to Joanne and every one who bought his way into it. No copyright infringement is intended. I own nothing but obscene thoughts. I'd own some memorabilia, but the last time I went to London I walked the streets up and down in search of a popular shop for any kind of fantasy memorabilia, including, well guessed, everything Harry Potter. As luck would have it I'm as blind as a bat and couldn't find it, hence I own nothing more.
Thanks to my bloody brilliant Beta kitties1, who did an amazing job, although she doesn't read Harry Potter fics. You're the light of my life and I need you like Bella needs her Master.
Another thanks goes to Celebcristien and Lady M, who love me even if I'm totally bonkers.
"For Your Entertainment" is a song by Adam Lambert. If you don't know it: SHAME. ON. YOU.
For Your Entertainment
After weeks and weeks of listening to Ginny ranting on and on about how boring he had become and how little they went out together, Harry had finally agreed on doing something "normal" for once.
He had to admit she had a point. He had been so absorbed in working hard, and finishing Auror classes at the top of his class, that they had spent little time the way people their age usually did.
Harry and Ginny had been best friends for the last two years. Back at Hogwarts everyone, including themselves, had expected them to fall in love with each other and eventually end up happily married with a bunch of little redheads.
They had tried to fulfil people's expectations but it was quite difficult. Harry had always been more than a little shy, which is why Ginevra was the one to finally ask him out, after they had been tiptoeing around each other for several months.
Hermione, Ron and Harry had been sitting in the library, studying for their upcoming potions exam when Ginny showed up and asked Harry if he'd like to accompany her to Honeydukes on their next Hogsmead weekend. Harry had been dumbfounded, not to mention Ron, who had been positively glowing with pride at his sisters courage.
The weekend came and they went out. Same for the following one. After about two months of dating, Ginny was the one who initiated their first kiss. They'd been standing in the hallway, chatting amicably, when she suddenly leaned forward and crossed the distance between them, kissing him fully on his slightly chapped lips. It had been awkward to say the very least. A bit too sloppy, teeth clashing, nose bumping into one another, but it only took a few more of those kissing sessions and they'd become rather good at it.
The first time Harry had touched Ginny's breast had pretty much felt natural to both of them. He got carried away kissing her and didn't really think about it. He'd lightly covered her breast with his right hand, squeezing gently. When she broke their kiss, gasping softly, he knew he must have done the right thing. Their next make out sessions were spent with Harry learning all about how Ginny liked to be touched, how she would arch into his hand when he'd graze her nipple, or how the combination of his lips on her neck with a bit of nibbling on her throat made her moan.
Harry felt very proud at his accomplishment, for the first time he felt like he was doing something and really being good at it, beside flying, that was the only other thing that ever came naturally to him.
Harry would have been content with their level of touching, but Ginny had had different ideas and two months after their first kiss they were lying on a bed and her hand had, for the first time wandered southwards, coming to rest on his very prominent erection. Up until then, he'd always tried to keep his obvious arousal to himself, feeling unsure of himself and how she might react to it. Once Ginny got used to the feeling of him covered in denim she started moving her hand over it, which elicited a sharp intake of breath from Harry. Encouraged by that reaction she got even bolder and soon after that Ginny was starting to unbutton his pants with shaking fingers.
Harry was too far gone and didn't realize what his girlfriend was doing until he felt her warm hand slowly slip underneath the waistband of his boxers. His eyes had flown open and he stared straight into Ginny's nervous face. She had looked down watching her hand discover this part of Harry all the while being intently watched by her boyfriend. She didn't know what to do so, in true brave Ginny fashion, she had timidly asked him to show her what felt good for him. After some hestitating he had wrapped his calloused fingers around her small, soft ones covering his cock and slowly started stroking, all the while watching her face for anything that might show she wanted to stop.
After the first time she'd pleasured him with her hand he, of course being the ever considerate boyfriend, wanted to reciprocate and so, only a few days later his hand was up her skirt, gently stroking her panty covered heat. He'd been so damn nervous that first time, afraid to hurt her, having heard tons of horrific stories of his dorm mates. He only wanted to make her feel good, but was so afraid of hurting her. After some fumbling around, not knowing what to do, he finally mastered enough courage to ask her to help him make her feel good. She'd given him instructions then, and soon he felt wetness soaking through the material of her cotton panties.
Once she had started to wiggle her hips and was begging for more, he'd slipped his hand under the edge of her panties, feeling the skin of her bare folds for the first time ever. He'd stroked her and circled his fingers around the top of her wet pussy, where she'd told him to touch her when she'd been giving him instructions. Now she had long lost the ability to speak coherently, so he just paid close attention to every move of his fingers, learning where she liked to be touched most.
His hand had then started to drift downwards, by-passing her opening. When she had bucked into his hand, moaning loudly, he'd started to circle her with the tips of his finger, before swallowing anxiously and slowly pushing his middle finger into her tight body. She'd tensed up and he waited some time, not sure what to do, not sure if he'd gone to far. He'd looked up into her face and only when she nodded once did he proceed to push his finger in and out of her, still stroking the top of her folds with his thumb. He'd been watching his fingers in awe when he felt her tensing up, getting impossible tighter around his digit still moving in and out of her at a more or less constant rhythm. He'd looked up and watched as her back arched up off of the bed, her lower half thrashing about, her mouth forming a silent "o", before she shuddered and let out a high pitched moan.
After they'd gone that far, it was only a matter of time until they would have sex. It had been a Thursday, Harry could still remember it with clarity, and they'd been lying on the bed, touching and kissing. Harry had somehow ended up on top of her, his erection in between them. Ginny's legs had been wrapped around his waist and he was trying to get more comfortable, when a particular move made him moan. It must have felt good to her as well, because her hips rose up and met his. They started to move against each other, doing what felt good to both of them, when Ginny told him in no uncertain words that she indeed wanted him to sleep with her. He'd stopped short and looked at her in shock, before they had clumsily started to undress each other.
Once all barriers were gone, Harry had reached into the bedstand table and got a condom, unwrapped it and put it onto himself. They scrambled up on the bed, trying to find the right position. When he'd been settled on top of her again, he had looked into her eyes and she'd given him a look that he'd interpreted as a confirmation to continue. It had felt surreal. When he'd pushed into her, when he broke through her hymen. It had felt good. She'd been in pain at the beginning, but he'd tried his best to make it good for her too. It hadn't taken him long until he was coming grunting softly, her name on his lips.
He was aware that it had not been really good for her, but they tried two more times, before they finally decided that it felt to much like trying and not really natural. Well it was Ginevra who told Harry that she needed time to think and wanted to do that by being single.
Harry should have been devastated, but all he had felt was a strange calmness wash over him, maybe he had even been a tad relieved. They went from being couple to being friends without many problems. Their friends had needed a little bit more time to accept it, but in the end they all realized it was better this way.
Every now and then Ginny would drag Harry out, making sure he got to breathe in some freedom, as she liked to call it. She'd be very persistent and he knew she'd get her will anyways, so he had decided to humour her and do as she asked. He knew she just meant well and he also knew that if it weren't for her, he wouldn't have any social life at all.
Ginny had told Harry that she wanted to go to a new club which had opened in Soho last week. He didn't care much where they went, he would just go there, have a drink or two, maybe even dance some and go home come morning. Alone. He knew Ginny hoped he would find someone to take home with, he knew she hated the idea that he was alone, that no-one was waiting for him when he opened the door to his apartment. Harry didn't feel like he was missing out on something, he was pretty content with the way things were.
As always Ginny arrived at his place at 8pm, insisting on chosing his clothes for him. He knew it made her happy so who was he to deny her such small pleasure. She went straight into his bedroom, opened his closet, which was thanks to her full of nice clothes, and picked out dark slacks that fitted him nicely and a rather tight, black t-shirt with a snake printed on it. He dressed obediently, not bothering to leave the room. Once he was dressed she made him turn around and whistled approvingly, telling him how very appealing his arse looked in those jeans. Harry just rolled his eyes and shooed her out of the flat. They took a cab and twenty minutes later they arrived at their destination, a club called "Extatic", clearly a Muggle location.
Once inside Harry headed towards the bar and got them drinks before finding a spot near the dancefloor and watching the few people who already dared dancing. It was still early so the club was still rather empty, but Harry knew from experience that Ginny usually picked popular locations.
Two hours later the club was packed and Harry and Ginny each had had a couple of drinks, already feeling a slight buzz humming through their veins. "Fancy dancing with your ex-girlfriend, Harry?" Ginny asked smiling at him teasingly. "If you don't mind being embarrassed… lead the way darling." Harry answered playfully before taking her hand and following her onto the dance floor. They spent the next hour dancing, laughing and drinking some more until Ginny excused herself to the loo.
Harry stood on the dancefloor, shuffling around lazily, long forgotten how he might look to others. He was a bit drunk by then, but still felt good and just a tad dizzy. He didn't feel the eyes who had been watching him since he had entered the club, nor did he feel someone walking up to him. The first beats of a new song started, Harry had heard it before and had instantly taken a liking to it.
So hot out of the box
Can we pick up the pace
Turn it up, heat it up
I need to be entertained
The lyrics wrapped around him and he let his had fall back, closing his eyes, getting lost in the heavy beat, when he suddenly felt a presence behind him, heat coming off in waves of the other person's body.
He could feel the person behind him closing the space between their bodies, slightly pressing against him from behind.
Push the limit, are you with it?
Baby don't be afraid
Imma hurt you real good baby
He distantly realized that the person behind him had a flat chest and was a bit taller than him. A man, but Harry was too far gone to even care anymore. The lyrics of the song and the heavy beat, combined with the muscular body behind him felt utterly erotic to him and he moved back into the man, bringing his back flush to the others chest. The man behind him stopped moving as if startled by Harry's reaction, but it didn't take him long to recover.
Let's go it's my show, baby, do what I say
Don't trip off the glitz that I'm gonna display
Harry started moving against the other man, totally absorbed and in a trance. The man behind him followed suite and they started to move in unison. Harry was starting to feel the first signs of arousal at the feeling of the man's body moving behind him, pressed so tighly against him and let his head rest on the man's shoulder.
"Potter" the voice behind him whispered huskily into his ear. Harry stiffened slightly, confused as to what Malfoy of all people would be doing in a Muggle club, dancing with Harry.
I told you, Imma hold ya down until you're amazed
Give it to ya til you're screamin' my name.
Harry took a sharp intake of breath, so very affected by the higly arousing words, pressing his arse against Malfoy's crotch. He was long past feeling any awkwardness. All he felt was the need to be touched and to touch in return. He wanted to move, he wanted to feel friction and oh did Malfoy's cock pressed against his tight jeans feel amazing.
No escaping when I start
Once I'm in I own your heart
There's no way to ring the alarm
So hold on until it's over
Draco gripped Harry's hip and held him closer to himself, getting the needed friction he so desperatedly craved. Watching Potter from afar, moving to the beat of the music with the Weaselette had been breathtalking, but seeing AND feeling Potter losing all his inhibitions, rubbing his arse so wantonly against Draco, nearly had him undone.
Oh!
Do you know what you got into
Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do
'Cause it's about to get rough for you
I'm here for your entertainment.
Draco thrusted his hips against Harry's backside, moaning into his ear. "Gods Potter, I want to rub myself all over you." Harry could feel Malfoy's hot, humid breath tickling his ear, his tongue slightly touching the shell of it and answered with a moan of his own, pushing back into Draco, needing more. Draco started kissing Harry's neck, in between nibbling lightly on the soft skin.
Oh!
I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet
You thought an angel swept you off your feet
But I'm about to turn up the heat
I'm here for your entertainment.
Their movements might have looked like dancing to all the onlookers, but in truth it was more like grinding than dancing. Harry's knees started to buckle at the intense emotions running through him, his heart beating unnaturally fast. He'd never been this turned on in his entire life and it was Malfoy of all people who made him feel this way. He'd never felt anything comparable when he'd been with Ginny.
'Sall right
You'll be fine
Baby I'm in control
Take the pain
Take the pleasure
I'm the master of both
Close your eyes, not your mind
Let me into your soul
Harry was lost. He wasn't aware of the people around him, all he felt was Draco, thrusting and grinding his hips in time with the beat, panting on the skin of Harry's neck.
Draco whispered the next line of the song into his ear, the tone of his voice not betraying the meaning of them.
"Imma work ya 'til your totally blown"
While whispering the words, one of Draco's hands moved to cover Harry's erection, making him jump slighly and moan with need. "Draco, oh gods please" was all he could utter before he felt Draco comply and move his hand, stroking Harry through the material of his denims, the middle of a crowded dancefloor.
No escaping when I start
Once I'm in I own your heart
There's no way to ring the alarm
So hold on 'til it's over
Draco stroked Harry, all the while moving against him, needing more friction on his own. God how he wanted Potter, how he wanted to rub his naked cock along those cheeks. At those thoughts Draco's hand, pressing and stroking Harry's obvious arousal, began to work even faster, wanting to hear him moan his name again, in the heat of passion.
Oh!
Do you know what you got into
Can you handle what I am about to do
'Cause it's about to get rough for you
I'm here for your entertainment
Oh I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet
You thought an angel swept you off your feet
But I'm about to turn up the heat
I'm here for your entertainment
"Fuck Potter! Let's get out of here, I want to fuck you so badly right now, I bloody need to!"
Oh
Do you like what you see?
Oh
Let me entertain ya 'til you scream
"I want to hear you scream my name Potter, while I fuck you. I want you to be sore, to feel me days afterwards."
Harry had lost the ability to speak and could only nod his approval, wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible and feel Malfoy's hand on his skin, touching and squeezing him. This was just another sign of how far gone Harry really was, he wasn't even thinking about he person who had accompanied him to the club.
Draco must have thought the nod to be enough encouragement and dragged Potter to the loo before apparating from there straight into his flat. Harry wasn't even fully aware of what was happening around himself, or that they were now in Draco's living room.
Draco turned him around and pressed him up against the nearest wall, kissing him hard on his parted lips. He dragged Potter's lip into his mouth, biting down and making Harry pant with want. Draco's tongue touched Harry's lip and he asked for entrance which he was granted immediately. Hips bucking against each other, seeking friction, their breath mingling, tongues touching, they started to move away from the wall next to the door, bumping into the furniture in their way, pushing their way towards Draco's bedroom.
Once inside Draco slammed the door shut, running his hands under Harry's shirt, making the other man shiver in delight. He grabbed hold of the black fabric and lifted it up, dragging it over Harry's head and throwing it onto the ground. The blond man let his mouth touch Harry's neck again, slowly drifting lower and kissing the other man's collarbone before moving towards his nipple. He ran his tongue in a circle around it before finally closing in on it, licking across the hardened nub. Draco licked gently before biting down rather hard.
"DRACO!" the lust filled voice of Harry spurred Draco on and he repeated his ministrations on the other nipple, making the man gasp and groan. The sounds errupting from Harry increased Draco's arousal tenfold. He licked and nibbled his path down Harry's chest before kneeling down in front of him, running the tip of his tongue along the waistband of Harry's jeans. Harry's head was thrown back, oblivious to the blond staring at him, listening intently to his every sound.
Harry didn't really realize what Draco was doing. He was hardly aware of him slowly opening the button fly of his trousers. He was not aware of them pooling around his ankles. The next thing he felt was Draco's fingers making their way to the waistband of his boxers, starting to pull them down. Harry's eyes opened and he watched Draco freeing him from his boxers, breathing hard. He watched as Draco leaned closer to his leaking erection, precum collecting at the tip. He could feel the man's hot breath, the one he had felt on his sensitive neck earlier, on his cock, making it twitch in anitcipation.
Draco leaned forward and ran the nip of his nose along the length of Harry's cock, breathing in deeply. "Please Draco, please" Harry begged, never before having felt someone's breath on him like that. At those words Draco's tongue darted out between those full red lips and licked away the precum, making Harry's hips thrust forward. "Shit Draco. Suck me off, please!" Harry shouted, voice full of need. Draco opened his mouth and took in the tip of Harry's cock, licking around the rim and sucking hard. He had to be careful, Harry's hips shot forward and if he weren't careful Harry might trust into his mouth before he was ready for such a thing.
Draco kept a hold of Harry's hips and prevented him from fucking his mouth in earnest. He licked his way up and down and took Harry in as far as he could without gagging, wrapping his hand around the part that wouldn't fit into his mouth. Harry was rather impressive size-wise and Draco didn't want to choke on him. He bobbed his head up and down, swirling his tongue around every inch of Harry, hollowing his cheeks and sucking as hard as he could, without fearing to hurt Harry.
"Draco, I can't… I don't … fuck I'm going to…." was all the warning Draco got before he felt Harry tensing up and thrusting forward slightly, his hands burried in Draco's white-blond hair, his semen shooting down Draco's throat. Draco licked him clean before releasing him and getting off his knees.
Harry had sobered up some but was still in a post-orgasmic haze, knees feeling like jelly. He had never gotten a blowjob before. It was… there where no words as far as Harry was concerned. When he had collected himself as much as possible he looked up and saw that Draco had undressed himself and was now standing naked in front of Harry, hand outstretched for Harry to take.
Harry took Draco's hand and let himself be led over to the enormous king size bed. Draco walked behind Harry, pressing against him from behind, letting Harry feel his straining erection. Harry shuddered in response and felt Draco again kissing his neck, relaxing him into his lovers embrace. Once Draco could feel Harry leaning against him he dragged him onto the bed, lying down beside him. The cool satin sheets felt amazing against Harry's heated skin and he felt Draco lie down next to him. He kissed Harry again, worshipping his body with his hands and before long he could feel Harry's cock recovering from the previous activity. He wrapped his hand around Harry and started to stroke at a sensual pace, nuzzling Harry's neck. When he Harry started to move his hips into Draco's hand, he sat up a bit and moved his free hand up Harry's body, tracing his lips with his fingers.
"Open up Harry" he told him in his most seductive words. Harry opened up obediently and Draco pushed his fingers into Harry's mouth. On instinct Harry wrapped his tongue around the long digits, licking them, sucking softly.
"Fuck you should see yourself, sucking my fingers! That looks so good. I'd love to see your mouth wrapped around my dick but I have a better idea." Harry was in a lust-induced trance and could only moan around Draco's fingers, before he dragged them out. Harry nearly whimpered in disapproval but was silenced by Draco's lips closing around his again. They kissed and sucked and licked and bit, Harry was dizzy from all the mind-blowing feelings. He felt more than saw soft white-blond tendrils carassing his skin.
When he felt a finger between his ass cheeks he sucked in a breath and opened his eyes staring worriedly into grey ones.
"Relax Harry. Trust me, this will feel really good." Draco told Harry assuringly. Harry didn't have a lot of time to think, because Draco was once again kissing him. Harry lost himself in the feeling of Draco's tongue touching his own, sucking it lightly into his mouth, revoking feelings from before when Draco had been on his knees in front of him, staring up at him with his cock in his mouth.
Draco let his wet finger wander up and down Harry's crack, letting him get used to the feeling of someone touching him there. He was well aware of the fact that Harry was inexperienced at best when it came to sex, left alone another man touching him. At least he had never heard of Harry having anything with a man. He intended to be careful and make it a pleasurable experience for him.
After a couple of minutes Harry relaxed into the soft caress of Draco's finger and Draco saw that as a sign to continue. He lighly passed the puckered skin of Harry's hole and repeated that motion a couple of times before pressing in just the very tip of it. Harry tensed up, panic settling in once again. He was so unsure of himself, so scared of how it might feel when that simple pressure already hurt.
Draco realized that Harry wasn't relaxed enough to let Draco continue and pulled his fingers back, stroking Harry's arms in, what he hoped, a soothing manner. He let it be and instead kissed Harry into oblivion, letting him know that he didn't mind, that he understood Harry perfectly well.
"Roll over for me Harry" the blonde whispered into Harry's ear, provoking a quiet gasp. Harry complied instantly, rolling over and settling on the bed again. He jumped slightly when he felt Draco touching his back, letting his hands roam every bit of skin he could possibly touch. Harry felt the tension leave his body under the calming ministrations the blonde showered him with. He relished in every single movement and when he felt Draco's warm breath on the nape of his neck he sighed contentedly.
He felt Draco settling on top of him, a hot, prominent erection rubbing slightly against his arse cheeks, but he knew Draco kept most of his weight off of Harry, just letting him feel the heat emanating off Draco's body.
Draco hovered over Harry's form, breathing in deeply, trying to compose himself, when all he wanted was to grind into Harry, making him beg for his hard member.
"Soon..." was all Draco thought before continuing.
Draco started working his way down Harry's back, letting his tongue follow the path of his spine. The combination of Draco's tongue on this back, leaving a wet trail along its way, and the soft tendrils of Draco's hair brushing against his heated skin, was threatending to overwhelm him.
When he felt Draco reach the top of his ass, he expected him to stop just there, but Draco distracted him as he softly touched Harry's cheeks, rubbing them gently and pushing them apart.
Harry groaned out loud when he felt Draco's tongue moving in between his buttocks.
Draco loved the sounds Harry made and licked his way towards his puckered entrance. His tongue circled where his finger had tried to push in before, stopping only when Harry had started to panick.
"Damn it Draco, what are you doing, hell..."
Draco lapped at Harry's skin, making him moan and push against his tongue greedily, but Draco didn't give in. Not this time. Not yet.
He continued driving Harry insane, licking at the sensitive skin, not ceasing until every single sound coming from Harry's mouth was either incoherent or followed by a moan.
Harry was nearly floating because of Draco lavishing such intimate touches on him. When Draco moved a single lubricated finger to Harry's entrance, he didn't shy away, but panted helplessly.
"Oh. Oh. I don't know… what?" was all Harry was able to utter while Draco bereached his hole and pushed his finger in knuckle-deep. He wiggled around a bit before pulling out and pushing in again, repeating the motion several times, letting Harry get used to the foreign intrusion. He curled his finger upward while dragging it out, touching Harry's prostate, making him moan in surprise.
"Ugh. Again. Draco again" Harry mumbled, panting loudly. Draco felt himself getting even harder, if that were even possible, at the mere thought of touching Harry like that. Somewhere along the line Potter had become Harry, but he was way beyond caring by then.
After a bit more time Draco decided to add another finger to his first one. Harry groaned in discomfort but after a couple of minutes it started to feel good again and he moved his hips against Draco's fingers inside him, fucking himself on Draco's long digits. Harry was moaning loudly by then, begging incoherently, but the blond aristocrat knew what Harry was begging for. He just wanted to take a little more time.
When he'd worked in a third finger and let Harry get used to them, he started to scissor them before finally pulling out. He moved in between Harry's legs, lifting them up and moving them to rest on his shoulders before casting a wandless lubrication spell on himself and his fingers, all the while still kissing Harry and distracting him.
"I'm going to fuck you now Harry. Tell me if it gets too much."
Harry only whimpered in response, lifting his ass off the bed and moving himself towards Draco. The latter moved his lube slicked hand up to Harry's entrance and spread the liquid all around before positioning himself at Harry's hole and pushing forward slightly, groaning as the tight ring of muscles closed around the head of his cock. Harry gasped in pain, three digits not completely preparing him for the size of Draco's cock.
Draco pushed forward slowly before pulling back and repeating the movement, kissing Harry and panting against the dark haired man's skin. "Fuck. So tight. So good." He kept thrusting in slowly and pulling out until he sheated up to the hilt in the the other man. Only then did he stop and let Harry get used to the feeling of being full.
Harry felt overwhelmed. It felt so… foreign and yet again strangely good. It did hurt, there was no use in denying it. Being stretched like this burned and he felt slightly uncomfortable. Draco was watching Harry closely, trying his best to keep from moving though that was just what he wanted to do.
Harry gave him a slight smile and Draco started to almost pull all the way out before thrusting in again. He slightly changed the angle and when he repeated the motion, Harry arched off the bed, moaning Draco's name. Draco continued to thrust into Harry until he felt the other man lift his hips to meet every single thrust.
"Oh Gods. Harder. Faster Draco!" Harry mumbled, heat tingling all over his body, his body on sensory overload. Harry didn't know what to say. All he could do was meet Draco's thrusts and arch into him as much as possible, greedy to feel more of the amazing feeling of Draco moving inside him. Draco followed Harry's pleads and increased his pace and force, thrusting into Harry in rapid succession, every time hitting the spot that made Harry scream his name.
The sight of Harry moaning underneath him, begging for Draco's cock without inhibitions nearly drove Draco over the edge. He wrapped one of his hands around Harry's leaking cock, precum already collecting in Harry's navel, and started to stroke him in time with his trusts. "Cum for me Harry, I want to feel it before I cum inside your hot little body. Would you like that?" It only took a couple of seconds and Harry was shouting his name and cumming all over Draco's hand, his cum hitting his and Draco's chest as well.
The feeling of Harry tightening around his cock and the sound of his name on Harry's lips as he came was what finally did Draco in and he thrust a couple more times into Harry, his hands nearly too week to support his weight as he finally screamed and shot his seed deep into Harry, collapsing on top of him.
They lay like this for what could have been hours or just minutes, just breathing heavily, not able to form a single sentence, bathed in sweat and cum. Only when their breathing had finally calmed down enough did Draco shift and carefully slipped out Harry, who winced, already feeling the soreness that surely was to be more pronounced come morning.
Draco cast a wandless "Scourgify" and cleaned up the greater mess before turning to face Harry.
His former arch rival had curled in on himself, lying on his side. Something about the way it looked broke Draco's heart. Harry looked so very alone and sad laying like this. He spooned up behind him and wrapped him into a tight embrace, kissing the nape of Harry's neck softly.
"I never knew. I didn't know it would feel like this." Draco wondered what Harry meant by that. Draco suddenly realized that they hadn't used a condom. He hadn't intended on doing it like that. Hell he never thought he would have the chance to fuck Harry bloody Potter. And yet here he was, and it felt so very intimate holding Harry close.
"Don't worry. We'll figure something out. Sleep now Harry" those were the last words Harry heard before he drifted into a deep, peaceful slumber, feeling save and protected in the arms of the person he would have thought to be the unlikeliest to ever feel this way with.
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