Title: Oh, Dare: Draco
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Draco/Dean
Word Count: ~1.6k
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling and publishers. No offence is meant by this fan fiction and this is made purely for fun.
Summary: Draco and Blaise are drunk and carrying out a very silly dare. This is Draco's go at it.
A/N: This is for torino10154's Blow Job Friday

Okay, so Draco had taken on a dare; a stupid, just finished a few bottles of vodka with Slytherins, got into a row about who had better cock sucking skills between him and Blaise dare to find out if it was true. Honestly, was no one sober enough to have stopped them from being so utterly stupid? Draco had stalked around the eighth year dorms looking for someone Blaise had sucked off before, while Blaise had gone looking for someone Draco had done likewise to. They had given each other a few names of their most memorable blows to make it easier.

That was how Draco had wound up in Thomas' bed, after an inordinate amount of pleading that Thomas had assured him he would hate himself for in the morning. It was probably true but he didn't quite care right now because Thomas had a cock that looked absolutely adorable. Probably not the description someone should apply to a cock, but it just was. It was not at all of notable size, was uncut and it was still flaccid -which meant Draco did not really know anything yet. Thomas was well trimmed, his balls dangled low and honestly his cock was just asked for Draco to kiss it -but not like a snog, more like when you see crup puppy and you just want to shower it with attention.

"Malfoy," Thomas said.

"Hmm?"

"You woke me out of bed and hassled me until I agreed to this," Thomas said. "Do not sit and stare at it all night or I will hex you."

"It's just so cute," he said gently pulling on Thomas.

"For the love of- Just how drunk are you- mmm."

Draco leaned forwards and kissed Thomas' cock before taking it into his mouth and nursing it with his tongue, soft and pliant in his mouth. He pulled away and kissed, sucked and licked at the skin around Thomas' bits; his abdomen, his inner thighs, his balls and down by his perineum and arse. He went back up to Thomas' swelling cock and he sucked on the tip working his tongue under the foreskin to lick at the slit before he swallowed the entire member. He suckled on Thomas and massaged the flesh with his tongue as his hands ran along a smooth flank and down to strong thighs that were lightly dusted with hair.

As Draco bobbed, sucking Thomas in again and again while his hands kneaded a rather fine arse, the cock in his mouth grew to full hardness -until he was almost gagging on it. Thomas was a grower. He pulled back and slowly stroked it from root to frenulum, leaving the head untouched so that he could watch the man's foreskin sheath and unsheath it. Thomas's cock was not adorable anymore, it was fucking beautiful -or Draco was really fucking drunk. He wanted to bloody devour it. The head was wide and smooth, with a lovely ridge that beckoned his tongue. The shaft was thicker at the top and it favoured the left slightly, or maybe the right since it was Draco's left, and had an upwards tilt -sort of like when someone looked at you curiously. Thomas was by no means massive but he had a length and girth that Draco could appreciate, the sort that meant he would not be left with a too wide gape in his arse and that he could probably get it down his throat once he got used to it.

Though he reckoned he was a bit too drunk to try that right now, he did not want to sick up all over the man.

Draco licked Thomas, tracing the vein on the underside and then wiggling his tongue at the frenulum before he did the same with the slit. He blew air onto the slick muscle and wanked Thomas a bit, kissing and licking at him, his tongue following that lovely crown. He wanted to nibble on the foreskin a bit but he did not think Thomas would be comfortable enough with him for teeth to go anywhere near his cock, so instead he teased the man by fluttering his tongue over sensitive areas. He licked between Thomas' balls and curled his tongue around one as he sucked on it, tugging gently until it popped out of his mouth.

He sucked Thomas in, massaging the head with his tongue and sucking as a hand worked the base. He touched Thomas' balls tentatively with his other hand and grew bolder, massaging and tugging and squeezing. Some blokes were really paranoid about people squeezing those bits and Draco did not want Thomas jumping out of his skin and choking him on accident. He moaned and he bobbed his head as he watched Thomas squirm on the bed, at times closing his eyes to concentrate on what his tongue was doing, how hard he was sucking and where his hands were. His hand followed his mouth along the shaft and his tongue swirled and pressed and rubbed. He let Thomas go with a pop wanked the entire length, flitting his tongue at the very tip.

Thomas, for his part, was enjoying himself. His hands were making a right mess of Draco's hair, his cock was twitching and leaking precome -Draco did fancy cocks that leaked more than the average- and he squirmed restlessly.

When Draco sucked Thomas' balls he moaned, when he worked his tongue or a finger between Thomas' glans and foreskin the man groaned low in his throat, and when he twisted the head or momentarily took Thomas a little too deep in his mouth there was a mewling sort of sound. There was a part of the man's inner thigh that had him humming and standing at attention when Draco touched or kissed or licked him there -he liked that one since Thomas' cock would rise from his stomach and keep on standing while twitching at the ceiling, or in his mouth depending on what he was doing.

Thomas was wonderfully vocal and Draco was having far too good a time for someone with their clothes still on and their cock untouched.

When Thomas finally came, more of that slightly bitter cum bursting onto Draco's tongue, there was a strangled groan and a too tight grip in his hair. He let it all flood into his mouth before he swallowed and then sucked Thomas' head dry as he milked the shaft with both hands, twisting and pumping. Thomas shuddered and hissed, his hand on Draco's shoulder but not yet pushing him away. Thomas was caught somewhere better whimpering and laughing and Draco released him before he began to fuss from the overstimulation.

"Well?" Draco asked, pushing down his bottoms get at his cock. "How was it?"

Thomas nodded tiredly and made a few incoherent sounds, his chest heaving and his breath coming out in puffs.

Draco fisted his cock quickly and saddled one of Thomas' legs to rutt against. He did not take very long to cum on the man, messing his abdomen and hip. He squeezed his cock until he doubted there was much left in it and then he collapsed beside Thomas, tired, drunk and with a mission accomplished.

"Malfoy," someone said. "Malfoy, wake up."

"Shhh," he hushed, clinging to a warm body and burrowing his head- Wait, what body? Oh, Thomas, who he had practically begged to allow him to suck his cock. He groaned and turned slowly onto his stomach, hiding his face in the bed.

"I told you you'd be upset come morning," Thomas said, the bed shifting as he probably turned towards Draco.

"I'm not upset. I'm fucking embarrassed," he said, though it was fairly muffled.

"Well, if it's any consolation you weren't bad," Thomas said. "You can wake me up for blow any day actually."

"Was I better than Blaise?" he asked, looking at Thomas.

"What?"

"Blaise, was I better than Blaise?" he asked.

"That's why you came to me?" Thomas asked, rolling his eyes. "Honestly, how much did you lot drink, Malfoy?"

"A fair amount," he grumbled. "Do you have any hangover potion?"

"No."

He groaned and closed his eyes. "You didn't answer my other question."

"I'm not going to," Thomas said. "Are you lot in some sort of competition or something?"

"Meh," Draco shrugged. "I suppose I'll get a verdict from whoever Blaise went to."

"Slytherins," Thomas sighed. "Did you even want to suck me off?"

"Yes, I did," he said. "Especially when I saw you, and tasted you. You've got a nice cock, Thomas. Beautiful really."

"What happened to 'cute'?" Thomas asked.

"You weren't hard then," he said, turning on his side.

"Well, at least your enthusiasm was genuine," Thomas muttered, rolling on his back. "You should go back to your room."

"You should let me suck you off again," Draco said. "Once I've sobered up. I'll give you a proper blow. Maybe I'll tie you down and just keep on going after you've cum. You didn't seem to mind much."

"Keep on- A proper-" Thomas paused and closed his eyes. "I think that was pretty bloody proper."

"I was drunk though," he yawned. "Merlin alone knows if I actually did what I thought I was doing."

"I lied. I've got hangover potion," Thomas said. "I'm still not answering your question about Zabini though."

"I think your eagerness is answer enough," he smirked. "How do you feel about me nibbling on your foreskin? I didn't want to overstep-"

"I'm going to get that potion from my trunk," Thomas said.