A Little Tied Up, part 2
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: The characters totally belong to JK Rowling; I don't make any profit from this.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Contains explicit adult content, light bondage, lots of smut
Word count: around 6000 for this chapter
Summary: Draco can't stop thinking about his encounter with Harry in the quidditch showers. Harry is similarly distracted. Draco decides to engineer another meeting.
Read chapter 1 first
Draco pushed his breakfast away half eaten and reached for more coffee. His eyes slid over to the Gryffindor table again before he could stop them. Potter's head was down, eyes on his food, his unruly thatch of hair like a bird's nest as usual. Draco's fingers twitched involuntarily as he remembered how it had felt under his hands the day before.
He tore his eyes away before anyone noticed he was staring at Harry Potter and concentrated on the hot, sweet bitterness of his coffee. He was exhausted; the encounter with Potter in the quidditch showers had left him restless and full of nervous energy. It had taken him hours to finally get to sleep and even then his dreams had been filled with images of green eyes and messy black hair; sensations of calloused palms stroking his skin and flushed pink lips soft and searching against his own. He had woken hard and sweating and hadn't managed to drop off again.
Blaise was sitting across from him and Draco was aware that the dark boy was watching him speculatively, presumably still wondering who had eventually rescued him yesterday. Let him stew, Draco thought resentfully, he had no intention of telling Blaise anything. He had managed to avoid talking to him last night and he knew that Blaise wouldn't ask him directly – he still wasn't speaking to him and that suited Draco just fine.
Further along the table Theo was also trying to catch Draco's eye. Normally Draco would have smirked and flirted back at him, but his heart wasn't in it today. His head was full of Harry Bloody Potter. Having a crush on your arch-enemy was really rather inconvenient Draco reflected. It wasn't as if he could just make a play for Potter and shag him out of his system. He had his image to consider. The other Slytherins would laugh him out of town if they knew that he had a thing for the Boy Who Lived and his parents would probably disown him. He sighed and drained his coffee, deciding that really the best thing he could do was forget about Potter. Yesterday had been fun – more than fun if he was honest – who would have thought that Potter would be so deliciously kinky despite his inexperience? But it really wouldn't do to encourage a repeat performance. No, he would have to go cold turkey. No more thoughts of Potter, from now on his brain would be a Potter Free Zone.
Draco's resolutions lasted approximately two hours until he was forced into close proximity with Potter during a particularly dull History of Magic lesson. Potter was sitting in the row of desks in front of Draco. The angle was perfect for him to lose himself in admiring the delicate curl of Potter's ear, and the rather attractive flush on his left cheekbone. He found himself feeling regretful that he had missed the opportunity to explore Potter's ear with his tongue when he had had the chance. His earlobe was very enticing – just the perfect size for nibbling he thought wistfully. Next time he had Potter alone he needed to make sure he tried it. Damn it all! He clenched his fists. The Not Thinking about Potter plan wasn't going too well so far.
Potter's fingers weren't helping matters either. Draco found his eyes drawn to Potter's hands as he fiddled with his quill, obviously as bored by Professor Binns as Draco was. Potter was distractedly brushing the feather of his quill delicately across the palm of his left hand, fingers splayed. Despite his relatively small build Potter had surprisingly long fingers.
Draco felt himself harden as he wondered how they would feel wrapped around his erection, realising that the only part of Potter that had been around his cock yesterday had been his lips and tongue, never his hand. That was another oversight that really needed to be rectified, he realised now. He and Potter clearly had unfinished business, that was the only possible explanation for his ridiculous obsession. Maybe he needed to think of a new plan? If he couldn't stop thinking about Potter then it seemed logical that he needed to discreetly meet with Potter again and get him out of his system. Maybe one more session with Potter would do it, but would the Gryffindor be up for it? Or would he already be regretting his impulsivity of the previous day?
XOXOXOX
On Monday evening Harry was sitting in the Gryffindor common room with Ron and Hermione, allegedly reading up on his potions homework but his mind kept wandering. Since the previous afternoon he had been in an almost constant state of arousal and was completely unable to stop thinking about Malfoy.
He shifted awkwardly on the sofa and moved the book to cover his lap as his head filled yet again with images of Malfoy's lean and beautiful body, bound and desperate for his touch. He felt giddy as he recalled how Malfoy had responded with such hunger and need. Any lingering doubts that Harry had had about his sexuality had been blown away by the force of the desire he had felt for Malfoy yesterday. But it had left his body craving for more.
He recalled Malfoy's parting words to him. Just let me know anytime you feel like getting in another practice session Potter... but had the blonde boy really meant it? Harry wasn't sure that he could screw up his Gryffindor courage enough to find out. Surely Malfoy couldn't really be properly interested in Harry when he had the exotic and glamorous Blaise Zabini at his beck and call. He had just been in the right place at the right time, he told himself glumly. If he approached Malfoy again he would probably just laugh at him and Harry didn't think he could bear to see the scorn on that beautiful face.
"Harry... Harry!" Hermione's impatient voice cut through his thoughts. "Honestly Harry, what's up with you today? You haven't been listening to a word I've been saying."
"I'm sorry Hermione," he ran a hand over his face. "I'm just tired, what were you saying?"
"Ron and I were going to pop down to visit Hagrid, do you want to come?"
"Not tonight," he gestured to the book on his lap. "I still have reading to do," Hermione quirked her eyebrow at him questioningly.
"Are you sure you're alright Harry? While I obviously approve of your dedication, it is a little out of character you know... and you've been really quiet all day today."
"Yes I'm fine, honestly." He smiled reassuringly. "I just need to get this done and have an early night." And put up a silencing charm so I can wank myself raw to thoughts of Draco Malfoy.
Although he had been half joking to himself earlier, by the time he was in bed Harry quickly realised that he was never going to manage to go to sleep that night if he didn't deal with his erection. He was hot and restless and every movement just seemed to intensify the ache in his groin that had been building all day. Every time he closed his eyes Malfoy was there with his stormy eyes, pale skin and white blonde hair. He played back the moment in his head when Malfoy had taken his cock between his lips, wet from the shower and flushed and swollen from their kisses... He groaned reaching for his wand. No point fighting it, he thought as he quickly cast locking and silencing charms on his curtains.
Harry lay back, grasping his aching cock and closed his eyes, allowing the thoughts of Malfoy to rush in and fill his mind. Desperate as he was for release he came in just a few strokes, flushed and panting. After a quick clear up charm he rolled on to his side and fell into an exhausted sleep.
XOXOXOX
On Tuesday afternoon the Gryffindors and Slytherins had potions together. Draco was working with Blaise as usual, and Potter and the Weasel were at the bench across the aisle from them. Draco had deliberately avoided Potter by arriving fractionally late and risking Snape's wrath. He didn't trust himself to behave normally around the Gryffindor and was sure that someone would notice something if he wasn't his usual snarky self. Losing Slytherin five points was unfortunate, but definitely better than coming face to face with Potter in the corridor and being lost for words or doing something hideous like blushing or Merlin forbid, actually smiling at him.
Things were still rather tense with Blaise. Draco had been relentlessly ignoring him since Sunday and treating him with icy disdain. Secretly Draco was actually rather grateful to him for the whole quidditch shower incident – after all, it had worked out nicely for him in the end but Blaise didn't need to know that.
Despite his anger on Sunday, Blaise was now trying to get back into Draco's good books, and presumably also into his pants from the hot glances he kept shooting Draco's way. It was clear that he still fancied Draco and Blaise was nothing if not predictable. Draco tried to suppress a smirk as Blaise pulled his chair up, just that little bit closer than was needed and stretched his legs out, allowing his knee to falls sideways and touch Draco's leg. He was about to move away, when he heard Potter draw in a huff of breath. Draco glanced across to see the Gryffindor's eyes glaring at his leg where Blaise's knee was touching it. Potter's green gaze flicked up to meet Draco's and Draco had to stop himself from grinning like a fool. Just for that second that their eyes met the dark boy was like an open book, his expression was hot with jealousy and Draco loved it.
Plan B looked as though it might work out then. Potter was clearly still interested if that look was anything to go by. Time to start putting the new plan into action he decided, and he might as well start now. The class were moving to stand, Snape had given them their instructions and the students were busy collecting ingredients and getting cauldrons on to heat. Draco moved swiftly as Potter headed for the ingredient store and fell into line behind him as they waited to collect the things they needed for the lesson from the small walk-in cupboard at the front of the class. As Potter reached up for something from a high shelf Draco pretended to stumble into him and clutched at Potter's shoulders for support, pressing his chest into Potter's shoulder blades and breathing hotly past that delectable ear he'd been admiring in History of Magic.
"So sorry Potter," he murmured his lips tantalizingly close to the other boy's neck, "how clumsy of me." He moved back slightly and removed his hands. Potter turned and stared at him, cheeks flushed, eyes vivid green behind his glasses. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but no sound came out. He pushed past Draco, their shoulders brushing and bolted back to the safety of the classroom. Draco smiled to himself as he collected the ingredients and strolled back to his table.
XOXOXOX
On Wednesday Harry hardly saw Malfoy other than in mealtimes. He tried not to look over at the Slytherin table but the temptation was too great. He caught Malfoy's grey eyes on him once or twice but they flicked quickly away each time. He was smiling and laughing with Blaise Zabini and Harry's gut twisted. The thought of Blaise touching Malfoy made him irrationally furious. It was ridiculous, he had no claim on Malfoy, yet when he'd seen that slimy fucker rubbing his leg against Malfoy's in potions he had wanted to hex Zabini into the middle of next week.
Thursday morning came around and Harry sat listlessly pushing his cornflakes around the bowl, with little actual interest in eating them. He had woken in the small hours with an embarrassingly wet and sticky patch in his pyjamas after dreaming of Malfoy's lips around his cock. He grimaced to himself as he watched his breakfast slowly turn to mush, much like myself, he thought ruefully. He was a hopeless case.
That afternoon the Slytherins were scheduled for Quidditch practice directly before the Gryffindors. Harry was twitching with anticipation, knowing that he was likely to see Malfoy and quivering just at the mere thought of returning to the scene of their amazing encounter. He had changed in the Gryffindor dorms before heading to the pavilion, unable to trust his body not to betray him if he was stripped off when Malfoy walked in.
Harry was stuffing a change of clothes and his shower stuff into his locker when he heard the sounds of wet bare feet on the tiled floor. He turned to leave, and came face to face with Malfoy, still wet from the shower with just a white towel wrapped low around his slender hips. Harry eyes focused on a droplet of water as it ran down Malfoy's breast bone, his mouth went dry as it trickled slowly down and stopped at his navel. The urge to dart forward and lick it was overwhelming. Harry found his jaw clenching as he pulled his eyes up to meet clear, knowing, grey ones.
"What are you staring at Potter?" Harry suddenly realised Blaise was standing just behind Malfoy, putting a possessive hand on his pale shoulder and glaring at Harry.
"Oh leave him alone Blaise," Malfoy drawled, shrugging off the hand as if it was an annoying fly. "I'm used to people staring at me, they can't help themselves. Isn't that right Potter?" he quirked his lips at Harry teasingly.
"Oh sod off Malfoy," Harry mumbled, unable to muster up the usual aggressive tone he normally used when addressing the smug git. He moved quickly to pass them, squeezing carefully through the narrow archway to avoid any contact with Malfoy.
Harry flew atrociously that afternoon, and failed to catch the snitch once. He blamed Malfoy entirely and returned to the Gryffindor dorms in a foul mood. He couldn't decide whether Malfoy had been flirting with him or just taunting him. Either way it was equally infuriating and had left him even more sexually frustrated than before.
XOXOXOX
In History of Magic on Friday Draco pretended to take notes while he allowed his mind to dwell on Potter again. He had no doubt that Potter had the hots for him, that much had been blindingly obvious on Sunday afternoon. And since then, although it was clear that Potter was uncomfortable in his presence, he didn't think that Potter was actually regretting what had happened. The jealousy in his face over Zabini had been abundantly clear in Potions. That gave Draco hope that Potter would succumb to his charms. He just needed to figure out a way to get him on his own.
His eyes wandered to Potter who was seated in front of him as usual. Draco watched as he ran a hand through his chaotic hair, then reached for his quill and started fiddling with it again. He traced patterns on the back of his hand with the tip of the feather, then brought it up and ran it along the bridge of his nose and down to his lips. Draco held his breath as Potter ran the soft feather back and forth along his lower lip, seemingly lost in a daydream. Draco leaned forward over his desk, discreetly adjusting his robes which were tenting over his sudden erection. Fucking hell, he needed to get Potter alone and do Very Dirty Things with him, the sooner the better.
XOXOXOX
The next morning Harry headed to the library with Hermione and Ron to get a head start on their homework. This was their usual Saturday morning routine. Hermione couldn't relax and enjoy the weekend unless she'd got at least two hours work under her belt so Harry and Ron pretended to humour her. Secretly they quite liked getting some work out of the way too but wild thestrals couldn't have dragged that admission out of the boys.
They trailed behind her grumbling as usual, laden down with heavy books until they reached their usual table, by the window in the main central space of the library with several other tables around it. Harry sat on one side with Ron and Hermione side by side facing him.
They had just got stuck into making notes for their latest Charms essay when Malfoy sauntered in with a pile of books under his arm and sat at the table next to them, behind Ron and Hermione, sitting facing Harry so that Harry had a clear view of him. Malfoy didn't acknowledge them and avoided Harry's eyes. Ron turned round at the noise of the scraping chair behind him and turned back quickly rolling his eyes in disgust, muttering something about bloody ferrets under his breath.
Harry's concentration was shot to pieces by Malfoy's unexpected presence. He returned his eyes to the book in front of him but he could no longer take in anything that he was reading. He chanced a glance up and took in Malfoy's blonde hair which was positively gleaming in the sunlight that poured through the library window. His grey eyes were cast down over a book and Harry admired the surprising darkness of the lashes that swept down towards his cheeks.
With no warning Malfoy suddenly looked up and turned the full force of his luminous grey eyes on Harry, staring at him with shocking intensity. Harry's breath hitched and he found himself unable to look away, heart hammering so loudly in his chest he was amazed that his friends couldn't hear it. He was rescued by Hermione clearing her throat and his cheeks burned as he realised that she was looking at him speculatively, one eyebrow arching. He ignored her unspoken query and forced his eyes back to his books again, trying to slow his breathing.
A moment later he heard the scrape of Malfoy's chair and couldn't help looking up again to find Malfoy's eyes still fixed on him. He gave Harry a barely perceptible tilt of his head and flicked his eyes towards one of the long aisles separating the shelves of books, then moved slowly towards it with a smirk on his face. Harry was torn between indignation – smug git, what on earth makes him think I'm going to follow him? – and hopeless excitement that made him squirm in his chair. Of course he was going to follow him; stalking Malfoy was something he'd always been rather good at.
Harry waited for a minute or two, hoping that his friends hadn't noticed the direction that Malfoy had taken and would assume that Harry just needed to find a book. He slid out of his seat, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans – his preferred attire for the weekend – and forced himself to walk slowly down the aisle that Malfoy had taken. The library at Hogwarts was huge and labyrinthine, and the aisles tended to get darker and dustier the further you wandered from the airy central space. After about twenty yards a strong hand reached out of a particularly dark and narrow side aisle, grabbed Harry's arm and yanked him firmly into the gloom.
Harry found himself pressed up against the bookcase with Malfoy's lips attached to his neck. He grabbed at his shoulders, instinctively trying to push him off, but then gasped and arched into Malfoy's embrace as his tongue traced a delicate path, licking its way up the angle of his jaw and around the shell of his ear. Harry whimpered as he felt heat rush to his groin and felt Malfoy's own hardness pressing firmly against him.
"So... have you missed me Potter?" Malfoy whispered wickedly into his ear, his hot breath making Harry shudder as he sucked on his earlobe and nibbled it with sharp teeth.
"Unf... ahh... fuck!" was Harry's less than coherent response, his brain seemed to have temporarily relocated itself between his legs. He ground his cock helplessly against Malfoy's erection and clutched his hips in a grip that would almost certainly leave bruises. Malfoy chuckled and moved his mouth down to Harry's neck, nipping and sucking hard enough to mark the delicate skin just above the line of Harry's muggle T shirt.
"Much as I'd love to fuck you right here and now Potter..." he murmured into the sensitive skin of Harry's neck, "I think Granger and the Weasel might come rushing to your rescue when I make you shout my name." He finally moved his lips to Harry's, which parted wantonly to allow the Slytherin's tongue to slide between them as he moaned into the kiss. Finally Malfoy pulled back, and licked his lips thoughtfully.
"Meet me in the Charms classroom on the fifth floor in half an hour," his grey eyes seemed to be challenging Harry to refuse. Harry just nodded, unable to form any words. Malfoy searched his face for a moment, then released him and swept away without looking back.
Harry was glad of the shelves behind him holding him up; otherwise he wouldn't have trusted his legs to hold him. Fucking hell, the power that Malfoy had over him was terrifyingly, sickeningly exciting. He leaned his head back against the books and closed his eyes, forcing his breathing to slow and waiting for his erection to subside. After imagining Dudley in his underpants for a few minutes he was just about okay to move. He strolled back out into the central space of the library, attempting nonchalance, and slid back into his seat.
Hermione looked up at him sharply with a frown and narrowed eyes, but he just shrugged and pretended to pore over the book in front of him again. His neck was still tingling and he belatedly remembered Malfoy sucking on it and surreptitiously moved his hand up to his neck to cover it, face flushing. Harry read the same sentence about twenty times without making any sense of it, then started to gather his books and belongings.
"What are you doing Harry?" Hermione's whispered voice was disapproving. "You've hardly got anything done."
"I'm feeling a bit rough actually," he replied. "Headache, I'm going to head out for a walk to see if some fresh air will clear it. I'll catch up with you later."
"Alright mate," Ron looked slightly envious of Harry's escape. "See you at lunch."
Harry left, hurrying to Gryffindor Tower to dump his stuff, embarrassed by his own eagerness. But he didn't want to be late for his... liaison with Malfoy. It hardly qualified as a date, but whatever the hell it was Harry definitely wanted to be there.
XOXOXOX
Draco cast a quick tempus charm; it was twenty five minutes since he'd left Potter panting in the library. His cock twitched at the memory of Potter's face, eyes dark with desire, red lips parted and wet with Draco's saliva. Merlin, he wanted Potter so much it was like a kind of madness. He had never felt this so strongly before. It had been fun with Blaise and Theo and the sex was always good but with Potter it was something else entirely. The urge to claim and possess Potter was overwhelming. He wanted to make him want Draco just as badly, to make him lose control and scream his name.
Something leapt in Draco's chest when he heard footsteps approaching. The door opened and Potter entered swiftly and closed the door behind him, leaning against it. He looked wary but his Gryffindor courage was obviously spurring him on. His cheeks were delightfully flushed and a red patch was clearly visible on the pale skin of his neck. Mine, Draco's erection hardened at the sight of his mark on Potter.
Their eyes locked and Draco drew his wand, noticing a very slight flicker of alarm on Potter's face as he skilfully cast secure locking and silencing charms on the door.
"You can trust me Potter," he said, eyes still fixed on the green ones behind the steel frames of Potter's glasses. "I won't do anything that you don't want. I give you my word."
"OK," Potter relaxed slightly but didn't move from the door.
"So what do you want Potter?" Draco folded his arms and allowed his eyes to drop to the crotch of the other boy's trousers, smirking when he saw the significant bulge there. "Would you like me to tie you up this time? Do you trust me enough for that?" He was half joking, but Potter's eyes lit up as he blushed furiously and nodded.
Draco tried to conceal his surprise and rush of pleasure; he hadn't seriously expected that the Gryffindor would be prepared to give up control like this. He felt a rush of heat at the thought of it.
"OK Potter, undress and then lie down over here." His tone was commanding as he tried to hide his need. He waved his wand in a complicated movement and transfigured a desk into a large, thick sheepskin rug. Draco moved his wand again, muttering something under his breath and four thick metal rings appeared bolted to the floor, one at each corner of the rug.
"Impressive," Potter raised his eyebrows with a twitch of his lips and Draco grinned back feeling rather smug.
"I'm hoping that by the time you leave here I might have impressed you with more than just my magic," his eyebrows wiggled suggestively and Potter flushed again. The sight of him blushing did strange things to Draco's insides.
He watched as the dark boy moved closer, toeing off his tatty old trainers as he approached the rug. He lifted the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it up and off in one swift movement, revealing his torso to Draco's hungry gaze. His eyes roamed over Potter's slim, muscular chest. His skin was golden and his nipples were brown, very different to Draco's colouring. The sparse hair on his chest was dark, thickening into a twisting line on his flat belly that led down in a tempting trail towards the low waistband of his jeans. Potter's hands reached for the buttons at the fly. Draco had never appreciated muggle clothing before but there was something damned sexy about those buttons as Potter's fingers released them slowly, one by one.
Soon Potter was standing before him dressed only in boxer shorts which did little to cover his straining erection. His eyes met Draco's as he reached to push them over his hips and Draco's eyes dropped to admire his cock as it sprang free. It really was a lovely specimen, rising thickly from its nest of dark springy curls. He licked his lips in anticipation.
Potter moved to the rug and lay down on his back. Draco admired his poise, if he was nervous he was hiding it well but he was unable to hide his obvious arousal. The Gryffindor boy's cock was rock hard, lying against his belly, the thick vein on the underside clearly visible.
"Put your arms above your head," Draco ordered, feeling a thrill as Potter immediately complied, opening his arms out wide. "Good. Now spread your legs." Potter hesitated momentarily then slowly moved his legs until his thighs were parted and his feet were at the corners of the rug. Draco's cock ached at the sight of him spread out and waiting for his touch. "Last chance to back out Potter," his voice was light, but every fibre of his being was drawn tight with need, hoping that he wouldn't be denied.
"I'm ready Malfoy," Potter's voice was clear and determined. "What are you waiting for?"
XOXOXOX
"Incarcerous," the now familiar silky black cords flew from the tip of Malfoy's wand and wrapped themselves securely around Harry wrists and ankles, binding them tightly to the metal rings.
Harry tested the bonds and found that although they were firm and there would be no way that he could escape, they were surprisingly comfortable. The material had just enough give to ensure that they were soft on his limbs and didn't cut in, even when he pulled against them. He lay, body tense, his heart pounding, desperate for Malfoy's touch.
He bit his lip and watched the Slytherin, as he slid off his robes and tossed them over a nearby chair. Harry's eyes followed Malfoy's pale slender fingers as he unbuttoned his shirt slowly, revealing a stripe of skin only slightly darker than the white shirt that framed it. He shrugged the shirt off and tossed it aside, his muscles flexing gracefully as he did so. He bent to untie his shoes and slide them off, pulling off his socks too. Harry had never noticed how slim and perfect Malfoy's feet were. Everything about him seemed to be beautiful.
Wearing only his trousers now the blonde stood at Harry's feet, Harry's cock twitched and he could feel the sticky wetness of pre-come seeping into the line of hair below his navel. Still he waited, not willing to beg for Malfoy to put his hands on him.
Malfoy knelt between Harry's legs, still not touching any part of him, and reached into his pocket. Harry watched as he withdrew a jet black quill from his pocket and ran the soft feather across his fingers. Harry gasped and jerked a little in his bonds as Malfoy eyed him hungrily.
"You seem to have a bit of a thing for feathers Potter, if your little displays in History of Magic are anything to go by," his lips curled in a predatory smile.
He leaned forward, taking his weight on one arm, careful not to let any part of him touch Harry's needy cock, and ran the quill lightly down from between Harry's eyebrows to the tip of his nose. Then he moved it up to trace the shape of the lightning shaped scar on his forehead, and down to run it softly over his lower lip. Harry parted his lips and tried to catch it but Malfoy was too quick for him. He moved it lower now, tracing the line of Harry's jaw, down across his neck to brush each collarbone in turn. Harry's breathing was fast now, his chest rising and falling, driven wild with desire by the ticklish touch of the feather on his skin. Malfoy circled each nipple, and teased the hardened tips, then continued down over Harry's belly in a zigzag line grazing each sensitive hipbone as he passed them.
Harry moaned and bucked his hips upwards in a futile effort to make contact with something, anything. Malfoy paused, his grey eyes burning, pupils blown with lust. Then painfully slowly and gently, the touch almost imperceptible, he drew the feather up the vein on the underside of Harry's twitching cock and swirled it around in the wetness at the head.
"Fuck!" Harry's hips jerked and he bit his lip, determined not to shame himself by coming at this first slight touch to his cock. Malfoy smirked at him, then dropped the quill and proceeded to retrace its path with his tongue until Harry was gasping and muttering incoherent combinations of fuck yes and more please now.
"Merlin you look beautiful," Malfoy muttered pausing to look down at Harry, flushed and sweating beneath him. "I want to fuck you so much, would you let me do that Potter? Would you let me be your first?"
"Fuck yes... I need to feel you inside me," Harry's voice was husky, "but not like this, untie me first. I want to be able to touch you too."
Malfoy moved immediately, and with a quick murmur and flick of his wand the bonds fell away. Harry reached for him as soon as his hands were free, pulling him down for a deep kiss, one hand sliding down his back and the other tangling into his hair. Harry was amazed again at how silky it was as it slid between his fingers in silken strands.
Impatient to feel Malfoy's cock against his own he brought his hands down and started tugging at the waistband of the blonde's trousers, feeling for the button and grinning with relief against Malfoy's lips when he found that he had a zip rather than button flies. With some awkward wriggling and clever footwork they managed to dispose of the Slytherin's trousers and boxers without breaking the kiss. Both boys groaned into each other's mouths as their cocks finally bumped and slid together, hard and wet.
Malfoy eventually drew back from Harry's lips and sat between his thighs, reaching for the pockets of his discarded trousers. He drew out a small vial and poured an oily substance into the palm of his hand. He coated his fingers with it and reached down to circle Harry's entrance with a gentle finger. He watched Harry carefully as he slowly increased the pressure and Harry gasped as he felt Malfoy's finger slip inside him. It felt weird, but good weird. Malfoy paused as if seeking approval and Harry nodded, encouraging him to continue. Harry felt the finger probe deeper and withdraw a few times, then winced as Malfoy added a second finger, causing a burning stretching feeling that was a little uncomfortable.
"Is that OK?" Malfoy's face was taut with concentration as he worked his fingers carefully, twisting them inside. Harry nodded again; the stinging feeling was already subsiding.
"Yes, it's a bit uncomfortable but not too bad...Merlin!" his eyes flew wide as Malfoy grazed something inside that felt all kinds of amazing.
"Good?" Malfoy grinned down at him looking rather pleased with himself.
"Yes... oh... fuck!" he yelped and pushed down on Malfoy's fingers, needing more. Soon he was gasping and bucking his hips as the fingers slid slowly in and out of him in a tantalizing rhythm.
"I think you're ready," Malfoy reached for the oil again and slicked his cock. "It might sting a bit again though, but I'll be careful, just tell me if you need me to wait."
"OK," Harry bit his lip as Malfoy slowly pushed the head of his cock through his tight opening. It did sting again but the feeling was now familiar and Harry trusted that it would pass soon. Malfoy paused for a moment, allowing Harry to adjust to his size, then slowly pushed in a little further, then a little more, until finally he was fully inside. The feeling of fullness and stretching was incredible. Harry looked up, his eyes wide and saw the tension in Malfoy's jaw as he fought for control.
"Fuck... Potter... you're so tight," his voice was strained and there was a sheen of sweat on his forehead.
"It's OK, you can move," Harry put his hands on Malfoy's slim hips and gently encouraged him, to withdraw and push back in. He moved slowly at first but as Harry responded with sounds of pleasure and gasps of yes and more and harder, he began to thrust in earnest. All discomfort was gone now, leaving only delicious friction and pure pleasure and a slow burning heat that started to build in Harry's belly.
"Merlin... fuck... Potter..." Harry realised that Malfoy was close, so he reached for his cock, knowing that a few strokes would be enough. He gripped his shaft and slid his hand once, twice, three times, running his thumb over the head. Then Malfoy's cock brushed that sensitive place inside him again and he arched his back and came, shooting hot sticky wetness between their chests and bellies. He felt Malfoy tense as he cried out and came too, cock throbbing and releasing deep in Harry's tight heat until he collapsed panting on Harry's chest.
"Fuck, Potter... that was... wow," the Slytherin murmured into his neck as his breathing evened out.
"You know, maybe you should try calling me Harry since you have your cock in my arse," Harry's voice was teasing, "I think the time for formalities are over don't you?" The blonde chuckled against Harry's skin.
"I don't know if I'm ready for that yet, it would be too weird." He drew back and Harry felt a thrill at the unfamiliar warmth and amusement in the grey eyes. "Maybe if we have a few more sessions like this we might manage to graduate to first name terms eventually. What do you think?" He sounded hopeful.
"I think more of this sounds like a plan," Harry replied with a smile, and pulled him back down for another messy kiss.
XOXOXOX
A/N: I have every intention of coming back to this story, so do add it to your alerts if you want to know when I update. It may be a little while as I have a few things on the go and am a terrible flitter. I really want to update Engorgia next and I'm also working on something completely new.
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