A/N: You can read the disclaimer and other stuff at the beginning of the first part.
Harry hasn't taken another Wing, since I thought that Draco wouldn't let him go that easy this time around ;)
Hence, honourable once more xD
3. The Wing That Makes You Feel Honourable part 2
Potter's hissed confession made Draco smirk. The Gryffindor had closed his eyes tightly, as a child who thought that things you couldn't see, wouldn't happen or even exist.
His lips closed over Potter's earlobe and when he sucked on the tender flesh he heard his breath hitch. Potter's reaction made his heart beat faster. While his tongue traced the rim of Potter's ear, his hand trailed the waistband and then moved southwards. He squeezed Potter's cock through the thin fabric of his trousers and found that Potter was already hard. His throat got dry and his trousers too tight. He released the abused flesh he'd been nibbling on because he had a sudden urge to see Potter's face. Their eyes locked. Potter's were wide, the green darkened to nearly black. He looked almost desperate. Desperate for what? Draco wondered. For more? For an escape? He squeezed again and watched with interest how Potter pulled his lip between his teeth.
'More?' he asked in a low voice, just to be sure. This time no more than a hissing sound left Potter's lips, but Draco took it as an affirmation nonetheless. He palmed Potter's erection once more and his own cock hardened against the seam of his trousers when he saw the Gryffindor breathing heavily.
'Eager much?' he taunted. 'Is that just for me or is the Weaselette withholding?'
Potter's eyes flashed and he clenched his teeth, but responded: 'She hasn't … we've … never …' He pressed his lips together as if trying to keep the truth inside.
But Draco only focussed on the words that did come out. 'WHAT? You've never?'
Sweet Salazar! And oh, the power that knowledge gave him. To be sure, he added: 'Never with her? Or never with anyone?' Potter answered every question with a whispered 'yes', looking more miserable with each answer. He had closed his eyes again, and his cheeks flushed darkly. Draco's fingers discovered that shame apparently wasn't an aphrodisiac. 'No,' the Slytherin part of his mind was pointing out, 'he couldn't let that happen.'
After a whole summer of thinking about Potter, dreaming about Potter and even – well okay, he'd admit it – wanking over Potter, this was a dream come true. He didn't know what caused the Gryffindor to act so strangely the last two days – even more strange than usually, he meant – but he recognized an opportunity when he stumbled upon one.
Ever since Potter had rescued him from the fire and later, when he saved him and his mother from Azkaban, he had been having these mixed feelings. Resentment, gratitude, shame, attraction. So when Potter finally opened his eyes, looking ready to bolt, Draco suddenly was afraid he'd miss this one and probably only chance. He let his other hand slide upwards to take a hold of Potter's chin. He angled it a little and leaned in. Those big, green eyes did unexpected funny things with his stomach. Suddenly hesitant, he slowly pressed his lips on Potter's and started to trace the lower lip with his tongue. Potter took a shaky breath. His cock started to react again underneath Draco's hand. Rubbing and squeezing soon wasn't enough and he let his arm slip around Potter's waist and pulled him flush against him while he pushed his right leg between Potter's.
His mouth dropped open in shock and Draco didn't hesitate. His tongue slipped inside and that funny feeling intensified immediately. While his tongue explored Potter's smooth, hot, wet mouth, his hand joined the other at Potter's waist and started doing some exploring of his own.
If he'd thought Potter, being a virgin, would be hesitant, he'd thought wrong. Well, the man was a Gryffindor of course! So it shouldn't have surprised him, when suddenly he felt hands at the nape of his neck caressing his hair. Draco moaned and pulled Potter even closer so their lower bodies connected. As soon as their cloth covered cocks touched, it was like one of those Muggle magnets he'd once seen; there was no pulling back! Instead, Potter bucked his hips and his fingers tightened in Draco's hair. Draco gripped the Gryffindor's arse and they started rubbing against each other without any finesse, rough and desperate. He felt something wet and slick caressing his tongue and realized Potter was kissing him. It was better than he'd imagined during those summer months. So much better than the memory of sitting behind Potter, his body pressed against the Gryffindor while soaring through the Room of Requirement.
It didn't take long. The friction between their erections grew wilder as they neared completion. He felt it in his balls and low in his spine and he was not the only one who was close. Potter was shaking badly and making mewling, pleading little noises just before Draco thrust a final time. He felt his knees buckle and the wetness that was seeping through his trousers. But most of all he felt pure bliss. He couldn't even start to remember when he'd felt this good, this content.
Which was why it took him by surprise when Potter started pushing him away.
Panting for breath he looked up. The Gryffindor's face was lined with tension.
'Potter?' His voice sounded hoarse and a bit anxious. He'd known that it would be over as soon as they were done, but he hadn't expect to see those eyes filled with guilt.
'Potter!' he prompted. 'Tell me what's wrong?' For a brief moment Draco worried that Potter hadn't been a willing participant until he recalled Potter kissing him and moaning and trusting against him. 'Tell me! I'm not moving. Not until you explain.'
Potter blanched and he shook his head in panic.
'No! Please don't ask me anything, Malfoy! It's that blasted candy George sent me. This shouldn't have happened. Something must have gone wrong.' His voice broke and he forcefully pushed Draco away and bolted for the door, leaving a very frustrated Slytherin.
Tbc xD
