A/N: Hello, second part and final part. Enjoy! Yummy yummy goodness.
Honey Trap – Part 2
The following day Harry arranged to meet Nick. He told him that he couldn't be with him when he was such a serial flirter.
Nick objected and defended himself, but Harry stopped him and told him that he was aware that he pretends he's single and hands out his contact details. Nick was stunned, but his face said it all – he wasn't outraged for being accused. He was gobsmacked for being caught out. Harry had already packed up all of Nick's belongings and told him it was over.
Nick didn't live with Harry, but over the course of the year Nick had left a few things at Harry's house. Once Nick had gone, Harry felt free. Relief washing over him and for once Harry thought he would be happy to be single for a bit.
OoooooOO
Draco was correct in his assumption, Harry didn't seek out any further assistance from Honeylichous, and The Daily Prophet reported that Harry had broken up with his boyfriend. It had been a month since he saw Harry last.
Draco couldn't quite name the strange feelings he was experiencing, but part of it was disappointment, loneliness and tiredness. Tired of being single, tired of being alone in his big house, but most of all tired of not sharing his life and love with someone.
Pansy strutted in and told Draco he had a new case, the target was a witch who seemed to be causing her husband some stress.
Draco was gay, but he could flirt with women – it was only acting really. But he didn't enjoy this part of his job.
So here he was on a Thursday night at some stupid function. An award ceremony for local hero's, or community person of the year – some such rot.
The woman in question was wearing a tight fitted red dress, with a long slit up the side showing her leg. Draco wasn't blind, he may be gay but he knew she was an attractive woman. Draco was forcefully reminded of Jessica Rabbit, from the film Who Framed Roger Rabbit. Yes he knew what that film was, he owned a muggle TV and an extensive collection of DVDs, he was single and lonely – he needed to do something with his time.
However she didn't have red hair, which he was pleased about. Yes red hair could be attractive, but Draco was always reminded of the Weasley clan and well that was off putting when mid thrust.
Draco had watched as she flirted with every man in her vicinity – another target that will be easy to trap. Draco downed his drink and sauntered over to the witch, her husband said her name was Karen.
He grabbed two flumes of champagne and confidently approached her, he handed her the other glass of champagne, making sure he deliberately let her see him checking her out. She was the kind of woman that liked to be ogled and pawed.
Draco leant in and whispered in her ear, over Karen's shoulder he spotted Harry. His stomach clenched and his hand tightened on his glass. What if Harry thinks I'm straight? Or with Karen? Draco didn't want the situation to hamper any possibility that they may connect in the future, when Harry was over Nick.
However Draco had a job to do, he was a professional. So he continued to flirt and chat to the witch. She had already offered to suck him off in the bathroom, Draco declined gracefully.
He promised her he would return shortly, he was going to go get them some more drinks. He had spotted that Harry was by the bar. Draco ordered three drinks, one for him now and two to take back to Karen for them.
Harry inclined his head and smiled at him when he spotted him. Draco smiled in response and moved over to where he was standing.
"Three drinks? A bit much." Harry joked.
Draco pulled a face, "Merlin knows I need all three. The case I'm working on tonight is annoying and, she is clearly cheating on her husband."
Draco just had to drop in the conversation that he was working, and not on a date for real.
Harry smiled brightly at him, "Things you do for you job huh. Poor Draco, has to have gorgeous women drape themselves over him." Harry teased.
Draco wrinkled up his nose, "I know right. Especially when poor Draco is gay and is having a big busted woman try and jump him. I won't be able to sleep tonight." He playfully retorted.
Harry watched him carefully, "So I broke up with Nick." Harry blurted.
Draco grinned, "Oh really. I thought he was a keeper." He sarcastically replied.
Harry laughed and Draco liked the sound as it washed over him.
"Well whatever he was, he most definitely was not a keeper. A wanker maybe. He didn't take it too well, been selling his inside knowledge of the great Harry Potter. Thanks to Nick the public now know the colour of my toothbrush and that I have nightmares." Harry half joked, but was frustrated too.
Draco had read the stories, he was lumped in with 'the public' who now knew the ins and outs of Harry's life, or as much as Nick could give anyway.
"My toothbrush is black and I have nightmares too." Draco wanted to comfort Harry and show that he wasn't alone.
Harry lifted his eyes and met Draco's. Draco noted that they were bright and questioning. Draco gave a half smile. He was reluctant to leave Harry, "Business calls. Maybe we can talk again later, once I have done what I came here for."
Harry quietly said, "Yeah I'd like that." He too seemed disappointed that Draco was going so soon.
Draco collected his two drinks and sauntered back over to Karen.
Harry watched Draco walk away, before Draco had helped him with Nick, he referred to him as Malfoy, now he had become Draco and Harry didn't even notice when it had happened. However Harry didn't care, he quite liked calling him Draco, in fact he quite liked Draco himself.
Even the way he walked was mesmerizing, the sway of his hips, his long legs as he took big strides and his graceful posture – he was a sight to behold.
Harry thought back over their short conversation, Draco had made a point of letting him know that he wasn't here as Karen's date, or in fact interested in women altogether. Then when Harry was moaning about Nick and his selling out to the papers, Draco didn't laugh or mock him. Instead he had confessed he too had nightmares, like he was trying to comfort and reassure Harry that he wasn't alone. It was nice.
Karen was a very touchy feely person, and Harry felt the familiar sensations of envy and jealousy. Envious as she got Draco's attention and smiles, jealous because she got to touch and flirt with him. She currently had her hand pressed against Draco's lower back, whispering in his ear.
OooooOO
Occasionally the format that he and Pansy had developed for their honey trapping, didn't fit with the situation. Normally they would subtly flirt, take contact details and back away. However occasionally they had a very pushy target, who didn't want subtle, or to wait. Usually Pansy and he would return to work, set up contact with the target and arrange a date later on. However some targets like Karen didn't want to hand over her details, she wanted sex. She was one of many that assumed when someone was flirting, they are open to jumping straight into sex.
She had her hands all over him and Draco knew he would have to abort the situation soon. He would never cross that line and actually do anything with the targets. He believed he had enough evidence to show her husband, it was clear her intention was to bed Draco. Especially when Draco shows him the pensive memory, he would hear all the crude and vulgar things she was whispering to him.
Draco couldn't just go cold on her, she would suspect that something was up. He couldn't blow his cover. He wasn't sure how he was going to handle this, but he had to do something soon, as Karen had just squeezed his ass.
He looked up and noticed Harry was glaring at the back of Karen's head. Draco allowed a small smile to creep across his face. Then their eyes met, and Draco moved his hand to indicate Harry to come over. He hoped his face told Harry to go along with this, he hoped Harry wasn't slow on the uptake.
Harry cautiously walked over to Draco and Karen, who was currently trying to untuck Draco's shirt so she could get her hands down his trousers.
Harry cleared his throat and Karen let go of Draco's shirt and stepped back to look at who made the noise.
"Oh Mr Potter, how lovely to see you. I read that you liked to be spanked, I'm sure that can be arranged, I can turn you straight." she saucily said.
Harry snorted, "That was one of the lies that Nick my ex decided to tell. I can ensure you spanking doesn't do it for me. I can see that you are a very attractive woman but you wouldn't tempt me back to being straight. Sorry to burst your bubble."
She narrowed her eyes at him, "My bubble wasn't burst, you clearly have no taste, especially if you choose men over women."
Harry laughed, "That is a stupid statement. You choose men over women, do you not? Or are you a lesbian?"
She straightened up, "No I most certainly am not. How very rude. Now if you excuse me I need to use the bathroom." She swept away, giving Harry one last glare.
Harry looked at Draco, "Oops I seemed to have driven her away."
Draco smiled, "Lets get out of here before she returns. Come back to my office, I'll quickly write up my notes on tonight and then we can maybe continue our conversation and drinking."
Harry's face lit up, "Sure sounds good."
They apperated to Draco's office. Draco put his memory of tonight in the pensive, just the bits with Karen, not Harry. Then he filled out some paperwork, sending an owl to Karen's husband arranging a meeting for tomorrow.
Harry was walking around Draco's office admiring the various pieces of artworks; paintings and sculptures.
"You always had exquisite taste. This office is outstanding, it makes a statement and isn't too harsh on the eyes. It seems natural, you can tell you're not pretending to be edgy and artistic – you just are, no pretence. The office is like you really. Just effortlessly beautiful." Harry idly commented as he studied an abstract painting, rambling to himself and vaguely to Draco.
Draco looked up from his desk to watch Harry, Draco was certain Harry wasn't aware of what he just said. He had been rambling, and amongst the rambling he admitted he thought Draco was beautiful. Draco smiled and returned to his work.
Draco completed all the work he could do, he would finish the rest tomorrow before his appointment with Mr Stokes, Karen's husband.
Draco opened a drinks cabinet and made them some more drinks. Heavy on the alcohol, he handed one to Harry, "I assume you have work tomorrow seeing as it's Thursday night."
Harry took a small sip of his drink, "Yep. I don't usually go out on a work night, but it was an award ceremony for local people, and there are a few decent people in my local area that deserve to be recognised for the good they do. How often do you get molested on your cases?" Harry teased.
Yet he was a bit annoyed, to think that there were people out there who treated Draco like a piece of meat. Just being out of order, not treating him like they should. Harry had since decided he was attracted to Draco, he was a successful businessman, his business that he set up himself – not off the coattails of his father. He had matured, he had a great eye for art and was easy to talk to. Not to mention the fact that he was an extremely attractive person.
He shouldn't be treated like a piece of meat, he should be worshipped, preferably by kissing, licking and caressing him from head to foot.
"Harry...Harry...Potter!" Draco had to increase the volume of his voice each time, to finally get Harry to snap out of his daydream.
Harry darted his gaze away and blushed, "Sorry I was um...distracted."
Draco touched his arm briefly, "No worries. I was just saying it isn't that often that my cases are as brazen as Karen. She was pretty full on with her flirting and intentions. At one point I thought she was going to stick her hand down the front of my trousers." Draco said shockingly.
Harry gave a small low laugh, "Yes me too. I mean not me too – sticking my hand down your trousers. I mean I too thought Karen was going to do that." He rushed out before Draco could get the wrong idea. Not that I wouldn't mind having my hand down his trousers.
Draco chuckled, "Relax Harry I didn't think you were going to stick your hand down my trousers." Not that I wouldn't mind if you did, Draco thought.
Harry sighed, "Phew. Sometimes I get a bit tongue tied, flustered and I ramble a lot."
"Why? I don't frighten you, you're not intimidated by me." Draco reasoned.
Harry shifted from foot to foot and looked into his glass, "I just don't want to look like an idiot in front of you. So of course my brain makes me be one just to punish me."
"You are not an idiot. I think it's rather endearing actually." he reassured Harry, complimenting him too.
They sat on a leather sofa that Draco had on the other side of his office.
"I'm surprised you have a toothbrush." Harry randomly said, he was nervous and he was spewing rubbish.
Draco frowned slightly, "Why?"
"Because I assumed you would use a spell to brush your teeth." He explained why he assumed that.
Draco shrugged, "The cleaning spells are a bit rough. Besides by the time I pick up my wand and cast the spell, I could have just brushed my teeth the manual non magic way. No wand until eleven too, what did you think, I didn't brush my teeth until I reached Hogwarts." He playfully teased.
Harry snickered, "I guess. I just assumed that the house elves, or your parents would have cast the spell on your teeth. I dunno. I should introduce you to the world of electric toothbrushes." He sarcastically suggested.
Draco looked thoughtful, "Yeah that would be interesting. I heard that they are much more apt at cleaning your teeth thoroughly. Just never really understood them – strange muggle things. But I'd like to learn I guess."
That wasn't the answer Harry was expecting. "Nick told The Daily Prophet that I have yellow toothbrush. Why people want to know that is beyond me. I've had so many fan letters with fucking new toothbrushes in, it's crazy. Wish he told them about me love of chocolate covered peanuts, I wouldn't mind getting lots of them in the post." He rambled nervously again.
Draco held back a laugh, Harry was being so cute. "Yellow? Very Hufflepuff of you." He drawled sarcastically.
Harry rolled his eyes, "No it is meant to be sunshine yellow or something. Hermione gave it to me, her parents are muggle dentists. She makes sure I have a new toothbrush every three months, as recommended by dentists. So over the years I have had every colour, design and patterned toothbrush available. You shouldn't be quick to tease, yours is black – very Gothic of you." He joked.
Draco grinned at the playful banter that they've been sharing, "Yes. Silver or green is too predictable and well I'm not one for bright cheery colours. So black it was. I take it not all of Nick's tell all interview was the truth? Not the spanking anyway."
Harry blushed, "Nick never spanked me, not once. He wouldn't have a clue if I liked it or not. I don't think I do, to be honest I've never tried. He also lied when he said I only top. I did only top with him, because he was useless at topping. So the only way I could enjoy sex was to top myself and take control. If I were to have an experienced and skilled lover, I would quite happily bottom, or top – I'm versatile."
Harry had no idea why he just said all that. One moment he is on about toothbrushes. Then in the next moment he is confessing to Draco he would like to bottom and have a good seeing to. Harry groaned in embarrassment and shook his head at himself.
"Way too much information. Sorry Draco." Harry added.
Draco shrugged at him, "So you're pretty fed up with topping at the moment, I guess that's understandable. I think Nick was out of order selling you out like that. But I must admit I read it, I'm intrigued to know which claims are true."
Harry grimaced, "Which ones do you want to know about?" He asked unsure if he would answer.
Draco thought all of them, he wanted to know everything about Harry, down to the insignificant things.
"Do you have a shrine of Dumbledore?" Draco asked amused, knowing that one must be false.
Harry grinned, "No. That is just creepy. Besides my flat is too small to waste space on a shrine. Next."
Draco thought for a moment, "Did you shag Oliver Wood?"
Harry blushed, "Um yeah that ones true. Before Nick, but I told him when we were having our 'ex's' talk."
Draco gaped at him, "Wood! How? When? What!" He blurted.
Harry chuckled, "A long time ago now. I was at the opening of the new wizard gay bar, you know Dionysus?"
Draco nodded, "Yeah I know the place well. You know Dionysus is apparently the Greek God of wine, parties and festivals, madness, chaos, drunkenness, drugs, and ecstasy. Kind of fitting name for a nightclub."
Harry raised his eyebrows, "I just thought it was just a weird name, I didn't realise it meant anything. That's pretty smart really."
Draco agreed, "So you were at Dionysus and decided to get into the spirit of things?"
Harry smiled, "Yeah pretty much. Too much wine, partying, madness, drunkenness - living up to the name of the place huh! Well Oliver was at the opening too, he approached me and we got talking. He was coming on pretty strong, I never realised he was gay. Well bisexual actually but I wasn't going to be picky, he had definitely got hotter since school."
Draco wouldn't admit it out loud but he thought so too. He had seen the quidditch magazines featuring Wood, and he was good looking.
"Well being way too drunk and way too horny I let him fuck me in the cloak room. He's a bit bossy though and not in the sexy way. I'm happy to be submissive if, and only if, I want to, and if I know that if the roles was reversed my partner would be the same. I want a partner who is my equal, be versatile like me. But he wanted to just control everything, put me off really. But I was drunk and well it was sex. We never repeated it, it was just a once off. Anyway enough about me, have you shagged anyone I'd know?" He felt silly for confessing so much to Draco, without learning anything about him too.
Draco thought for a moment, "Maybe." He vaguely replied.
Harry nudged him with his knee, leaving his leg touching Draco's.
"Oh go on tell me the juicy gossip." He pleaded.
Draco had slept with a couple of fellow Hogwarts students but he wasn't going to list them all, "At school or after school?"
Harry raised his eyebrows, "Um from school and one from after school." he pushed his luck.
Draco laughed, "Look at us gossiping about sex like a couple of girls. Lets see at school..." he tapped his chin in thought, "...Smith. He was annoying begging for more all the time. I only shagged him a handful of times, when my options were limited."
Harry pulled a face, "Smith." He spat, "Fucking twat, I never liked him."
Draco snorted, "What and you think I did. I disliked the idiot too, but he was offering sex on a platter and well I had needs. I couldn't sleep with any Slytherins at the time as they didn't know I was gay. Besides my dorm mates are like my brothers."
Harry had never felt jealous of Smith before, but suddenly he was. Fucking Smith got there first.
"Guess it could have been worse, could have been Michael Corner or Justin Finch-Fletchley." Harry wondered about Justin he always seemed the type.
Draco frowned, "Even I have standards. At least Smith is good looking, even if he is an annoying twat."
Harry laughed, "Or McLaggen. Utter shit that one."
Draco didn't really know them all too well, "You'd be surprised who I shagged after Hogwarts. Someone in our year, someone from Gryfindor no less."
Harry stared at him, "What? Blimey. Lets see, Dean is straight and with Ginny. Nick tried to tempt him but that didn't work, in fact he pissed Ginny off by flirting with Dean, so she gave me the contact details for your business."
Draco resented the fact he owed Weaselette a huge thank you.
"Um Ron is obviously straight and married to Hermione. Neville is straight I think, then Seamus is...oh it was Seamus wasn't it?" He didn't need Draco to respond he knew.
"Finnigan is a randy Irish git, we also met at the only wizard gay club around. We became fuck buddies for a short while, but I wanted more. Not from him, I didn't like him that way. But just in general I was fed up with quick sex. I want long lazy days, filled with making love, eating and sleeping. I want to fall asleep and wake up in someone's arms. I want..." he trailed off and shook his head.
Standing suddenly, "I want to go home and sleep."
Harry knew Draco felt embarrassed about his somewhat sappy confession. Harry stood and bode Draco goodnight before floo'ing home.
OoooOO
Harry wondered about Draco, he got over the fact he had slept with Smith and Finnigan, that was Draco's past. Harry wanted to be his future, he wanted the lazy days filled with sex, food and sleep, and he wanted to wake up next to Draco.
A few days went by with no sign that Draco was going to continue their friendship. Harry tried to conceal his disappointment, but it was difficult.
Then the morning's post came and Harry smiled knowing Draco Malfoy was in fact thinking of him too. As Draco had sent him a note and present.
Harry,
I was wondering if you wanted to maybe go for a coffee?
To sweeten you up I have enclosed some chocolate covered peanuts. If I remember rightly you were fed up with receiving toothbrushes and wished for these instead.
Draco
Harry laughed and replied that he was free the following afternoon for coffee. He ate the chocolate peanuts and they tasted so good.
Harry purchased an electric toothbrush and stuck a bow on the packaging, but leaving it unwrapped. They met at a local wizarding coffee place and Harry gave Draco the gift.
Draco frowned, "This looks complicated."
Harry didn't know what processed him to say it, but he replied, "Well I can show you tomorrow morning, after we have breakfast in bed." He seductively suggested.
Draco gaped at him, "Come again?" He asked in a daze, Harry couldn't be implying what he thought he was implying.
"I cannot come again if I haven't come at all yet. But I'm hoping you can fix that too. I said I will show you how to work the electric toothbrush tomorrow after breakfast in bed. What I am trying to say is come home with me, have dinner with me, stay at mine. Fall asleep and wake up next to me. Spend all of tomorrow lazing around and making love, eating and sleeping. I like you Draco, I like you a lot and I want to see where we can take this."
Harry reached out and brushed the back of his hand, "It isn't just about sex. I want to try and build a relationship with you, but you know the sex would be good too. Erm...Shall I shut up now."
Draco was staring at Harry in disbelief, "You want to sleep with me? To date me?" he echoed in shock.
Harry moved closer and huskily said, "I want you to fuck me so hard that I'll need a cushioning charm to sit down for a week. I want you to remind me just how fucking fantastic it is to bottom when you have a skilled top. I want..."
Draco gripped Harry's arm and Harry felt the sensation of apperation. They landed in Draco's office. Draco was frantically pulling at Harry's clothes, his shirt buttons popping off as he ripped it open.
Draco was assaulting his mouth and panting, "Fuck Harry I've wanted you for so long. So long...before we were re-acquainted, since school. I have fantasized about bending you over my desk from the moment I saw you again."
Harry groaned at what Draco was saying, and the fact that Draco had palmed his erection through his trousers.
"Hearing your unique arocratic drawl talk dirty is so fucking hot." Harry moaned as Draco sucked on his ear lobe.
Draco smirked, "You like dirty talk." Draco shoved Harry onto the sofa and straddled him, kissing him and devouring him.
Normally Harry thought dirty talk was delaying the sex, and most people sounded stupid when attempting it. But fuck Draco was born to talk dirty.
Draco licked behind Harry's ear and then around the shell before saying in a slow deep soulful tone, "I'll show you how a real man fucks Potter."
Harry shivered in pleasure. It was extremely hot, especially because Draco was so well spoken, polite and didn't usually swear. To hear him be so vulgar and dirty was erotic and a huge turn on.
Harry tried to undo Draco's buttons but failed. Draco smirked and took the shirt off himself. Harry ran his hands all over the now exposed skin, kissing his neck until Draco moaned out.
Harry didn't want to be the only one effected, so he admitted, "I thought about you last night when I was touching myself." he confessed.
Draco looked directly at him and laughed, "Me too. I mean I was thinking of you, not thinking of myself."
Harry pulled Draco's belt off, "Trousers off now."
Draco stood and took them off quickly, "Now who is being demanding."
Harry pulled Draco back onto his lap as soon as they were both free of their trousers. They only had underwear left.
Harry didn't know which part of the now exposed Draco to touch first, he settled on stroking and kissing everywhere. Harry was mesmerised by his perfect skin, it was smooth, unblemished and creamy white. The only mar being his scar that Harry gave him in sixth year.
He wasn't completely hairless, but the hair he did have was pale blonde and thin.
"I want you to wrap your lips around my hard cock." Draco demanded as he stood in front of Harry.
Harry growled and tucked his fingers under the waistband of Draco's underwear. He pulled the front of the elastic waistband away from Draco, just enough to release Draco's cock, the head poking out the top of the waistband.
Harry stared at the tantalising and fanatic sight. He pushed the boxers down to Draco's knees and then they fell to the floor, Draco stepped out of them, leaving him completely naked. His erection jutting out and pointing upwards. He had a slim cock, but it was long, longer than the average male cock. At least seven and half inches, a whole inch bigger than the average male.
Harry wanted to feel it, taste and devour it. He gripped the shaft and stroked Draco with lazy movements, shifting forwards on the sofa to get closer.
He looked up at Draco, removed his glasses and huskily said, "Tell me what you want me to do?"
Draco stared at the flushed Harry, eyes dark with arousal, brighter now his glasses were gone. Draco ran his hand through Harry's hair, stopping at the back of his head, "I want you to lick it, suck it and I want you to swallow me whole." He pushed Harry's head forwards towards his erection as he finished speaking.
Harry smiled and wrapped his mouth around the end of him, licking and swirling his tongue over the slit.
"Fuck..." Draco moaned.
Harry ran his hands over Draco's hips, buttocks and thighs. Reaching down and massaging his balls as he kissed along Draco's erection.
Harry took him in his mouth again, taking more of him in, using his tongue and moving his head so Draco's cock pressed against different parts of his mouth and throat. Draco thought that Harry liked being ordered around and for Draco to take control. He guessed he had spent a year with Nick being the one in control, so it was a nice change.
Draco gripped hold of Harry's head and thrust forwards. Pushing his cock in further. Harry moaned around his cock and Draco was soon thrusting in and out , fucking Harry's mouth. Gripping his head tightly and never taking his gaze from Harry's face.
Draco pulled Harry's hair to get him to stop, stepping back so his cock slipped out. Draco dropped to his knees and removed Harry's boxers. He trailed feather light touches over Harry's errection. Harry knew his cock wasn't as long as Draco's, Harry was average about six and a bit inches, but his cock was thick – it had girth.
Draco scrambled to find his wand, then he cast a spell to lubricate his fingers. He warmed the lube up first and then rubbed it all over Harry's cock and arsehole. He pulled Harry so his hips moved forwards, Harry leaning back against the sofa and ass right on the edge – everything exposed to Draco.
Draco looked up at Harry, "What do you want? Say it." He drawled, knowing Harry was loving it.
Harry shuddered in delight and rasped, "I want you to finger me, don't be gentle – I like it rough."
Draco almost came then and there – shit this was so damn hot.
Draco moved forwards up on his knees and kissed Harry, inserting a finger without warning. Harry gasped in shock but he seemed to like a bit of pain with his pleasure.
"I want you to fist me." Harry moaned out.
Draco was surprised, he hadn't fisted anyone before, only ever inserting three fingers maximum. He knew that it would have to be taken slowly, but Harry was putting a lot of trust in him. He would have to respect Harry's limits and pain threshold – plus have lots and lots of preparing and lube.
"Draco?" Harry asked, as he had paused.
"You sure?" Draco asked.
"Yes, I've never been fisted before but I want you – just do it." Harry smiled.
Draco suddenly wanted to do this, Harry and he had both had anal before, so to actually do a sexual act that neither of them had done or experienced, was nice. To know it was their first experience of this, that Harry trusted him and wanted him to do this.
Draco continued to finger fuck Harry, relaxing him and stretching him – ensuring he used lots of lube. He pushed the lube inside Harry with his fingers. Making a huge mess. It was all over his hand, the back of his hand, between his fingers. But he kept applying it as he went, knowing that you can't have too much lube – more the better.
He didn't rush, he started with one finger, adding another and another, slowly stretching Harry. Harry was moaning and cursing as Draco worked on him. The energy was moving back and forth, and Draco made sure to ride it, coaxing and pushing, in and out, moving Harry into a trance. He made sure he communicated with Harry; helping to relax him.
Draco now had all four fingers and thumb inside Harry. He was aware of Harry, he was watching him and listening for any sign that Harry wanted him to stop. If he did he would slowly withdraw his hand.
Harry was flying on pain and pleasure; it felt amazing. "Draco ...more."
Hearing that Harry wanted this helped, so he slipped his knuckles inside, folding his thumb inside his fingers. His hand naturally formed an elongated fist. Making his hand into a wedge shape, this allowed Draco to gradually stretch Harry open as he continued. He was applying steady but slow pressure.
"Fucking hell...it hurts but feels so good." Harry cried out.
Draco rolled his hand into a fist once his hand was past the opening of Harry's anus. Draco continued to add lube, as he moved his hand inside Harry.
"God Draco..." Harry had closed his eyes as Draco began making gentle pumping movements with his hand inside Harry.
After a short while Draco switched his hand to from a fist to the wedge shape – like a duck's beak he randomly thought. Slowly pulling it out of Harry, before adding more lube and sliding it all the way back in.
"Oh fuck yes...keep d-doing...oh fuck...yes...that." Harry had never experienced such intense sensations before, boarding on pain and pleasure – it felt amazing.
Draco pulled his hand out stood and took Harry's hand leading him to his desk. He turned Harry around facing away from him, he pushed him so he was bent over the desk and pushed his cock inside Harry in one smooth movement.
Draco cried out at the sensation and to finally being inside Harry. He was stretched perfectly from the fisting and Draco could fuck Harry with rough forcefully movements, without worrying about going too fast.
Draco reached around with one hand and stroked Harry, trailing kisses down his back and shoulders when he could, fucking him hard and fast.
Draco shifted slightly and he must have brushed over Harry's prostate, he arched up and cried out. Draco pushed in brushing over it relentlessly. Harry gripped Draco's desk and climaxed, screaming out, "Oh fuck yes."
Draco stood no chance after that, a few more deep thrusts and he crying out too, coming inside Harry and biting down on his shoulder.
Draco's orgasm was mind-blowing and very intense. His body kept shuddering long after his orgasm ended. He gently slid out of Harry, watching as fluid dripped off his flaccid cock and leaked out of Harry. As a drop of come made its way down Harry's thigh Draco dropped to his knees and licked it up, all the way back up to Harry's bum, gently nipping his cheek before standing again.
Harry turned around, face flushed, sweaty, hair plastered to his face, "So I think I said something about coming to mine for dinner." Harry said with a glint in his eye, and Draco knew this was the start of something glorious.
He embraced Harry, kissing him passionately.
"Dinner, breakfast in bed, and all day tomorrow making love I think it was." He corrected.
Harry grinned, "Done and done."
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