Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story; they belong to the illustrious J.K. Rowling. The plot (if it can be called that) alone is mine. I can't even take credit for this story's title, as it's clearly borrowed (slightly modified, of course) from Lemony Snicket. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made by my writing this. Oh! And this chapter has more adult material, just so you know what to expect. : ) That said, I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter 4 – Round Two (and Three, and Four, and…)

Hello there, and welcome back for another wonderful episode of "Draco's World." I'm your host, Draco Malfoy, and today's story encompasses the events of the past seven days… essentially the time since you and I last spoke. Since you kept your end of the bargain and left me alone, and I'm a man of my word (as I believe I reminded you last time), I've invited you back to delight you with more tales of Harry's and my… escapades. ::smirk::

I suppose you'd like me to start with what happened immediately after we last spoke? All right then… pull up a chair and make yourself comfortable. That's it. Now… after you left that afternoon…

I went about my usual chores around the house, my mind constantly thinking back to the previous night, when Harry and I had… well, you know that story.

So skipping forward a little… Harry contacted me later that afternoon telling me that he'd be over around 9 o'clock, if that was okay with me. Well, who am I to reject the Sexiest-Boy-Who-Lived (apart from my own beautiful self, of course)? Naturally, that was fine, and I told him so, adding that I hoped he'd stay the night. I mean, the general rules of good hospitality say to invite your guest to spend the night when he or she is coming over late, right? So I was really only doing the polite thing. Wasn't thinking of myself at all. Nope. No ulterior motives here. ::shifts eyes suspiciously::

Anyways, to my great delight, he agreed readily enough and the arrangements were made. At that point, all that was left was for me to figure out exactly how I wanted to take him that night. I had already decided on a couple ways… but two just wasn't enough, you know what I mean? After all, the night before, we'd both come four times. Four! In an hour!!!!

But yes, so the way I saw it, I had intended to conquer him the previous night, but things had turned out even better than I could have hoped. I mean, I had figured on him coming over, me pissing him off, his hormones getting the better of him, and then a round or two of rough, angry sex. I never actually expected that he'd love me... ::contented sigh:: Yes, that night had turned out far better than I ever could have dreamed. But as such, my conquest didn't really occur. Sure, we had sex a couple times, but it was all tender and loving... and I'm not saying that there's anything wrong with that, but sometimes a guy wants to just pound his lover's arse with reckless abandon, you know what I mean?

So yeah, I figured that that night was to be my real conquest, now that we'd fallen in love. With the slow, passionate love-making a day behind us, that night would be the perfect time to take him the way I'd dreamed of all these years. And take him I did…

FLASHBACK

Nine o'clock sharp. A knock on the door. "It's open," I call. "Get your hot little arse in here!"

The door opened and in walked someone who resembled Potter, but who was wearing clothes that I was certain he'd never worn before. I'd have noticed if he had. I actually raised my hand to my mouth to see if I was drooling. I wasn't. Good to know that I still had some control over my body, at least. I wasn't sure of that until then, because as soon as he walked in, my knees went a little wobbly and my dick was hard as a rock within seconds. My body had failed to ask my permission for either of those things. But hey, whatever. "Holy shit Harry… is that you?" I asked him.

"Uh, yeah…" he replied, seemingly confused. "Why?"

"Oh… no reason," I responded. "You just look very different than I've ever seen you before. Those clothes are… amazing! They're clingy in all the right places and they make you look even more irresistible than I've ever seen you. Why the hell haven't you worn them before now?!"

Harry gave me a look like he was surprised that I'd asked that, and then he answered, "Well… considering you bought them for me this morning…" he trailed off at the end, smiling widely and stifling laughter.

I mentally smacked myself for being so stupid. Of course he hadn't worn them before. He wouldn't even be wearing them now if I hadn't replaced the clothes I'd destroyed the night before. The boy had terrible taste in clothing. I realized that I was going to have to replace his entire wardrobe… because after seeing him in what he was currently wearing, there was no way I could let him go back to the way he used to dress. Oh well… I could certainly afford a new wardrobe for him, and I could have fun picking everything out too… and oh, if that boy were sexy now, just wait 'til I had him dressing in silk and leather. ::predatory grin::

With that last thought in my mind, I said, "Shut up Potter… I knew that." When he laughed, I glared at him and said, "Damn it Potter, just get your sexy arse over here and kiss me."

He either missed or ignored the glare, but he clearly recognized the tone in which I'd made my demand. He stared straight into my eyes and was standing just a breath away from me within seconds. I saw his eyes go cloudy with lust just before he crashed our lips together. I began to melt into the kiss before I remembered that that night was to be my true conquest. I immediately took control of the kiss, sucking his tongue into my mouth and eliciting from him the sexiest moan I've ever heard. He melted and I took advantage of this to pick him up, wrap his legs around my hips, and carry him back into my bedroom, not letting his tongue go for even a second. By the time we got to my bed, there was no doubt about who was going to be in charge that night. And if the raging hard-on I felt pressed up against my own was any indication, Harry liked that arrangement just fine.

I dropped him onto the mattress, and then pounced on top of him, effectively pinning him down. I hated to ruin the effect of the moment, but I did want to make sure of one thing before I continued with my plans for the night. "Harry," I said, pulling away from him just a little, "I need to know what is and isn't ok for me to do. Once we get started, I don't want to have to stop."

"Fuck Draco," he replied, out of breath from the kiss we'd just shared. "You can do anything to me. Anything. I want it all. I want you."

I couldn't help but smile when I heard those words. I'd dreamed of this for so long… and now I would finally have it. "Thank you Harry," I said, and then I leaned back down and kissed him hard. Both of us moaned with the pleasure of it. That's when he tried to pull his arms out from under me, presumably to remove our shirts and run his hands over my body. But I wasn't going to allow that just yet. This was my game. Things were going to happen my way.

"Not this time, Harry," I said as I pinned his arms down harder. He looked at me in confusion, and then, seeing the predatory look in my eyes, he moaned exquisitely and relented. It wasn't long, however, before I wanted to remove his clothes and feel his skin. I pulled back off of him and demanded that he sit up. He did and I hastily disrobed him completely, taking just enough care to ensure that these clothes stayed fully intact. I may be wealthy, but even the infamous Malfoy wealth could become depleted if I had to replace his clothes after every time we fucked. Because in case you hadn't figured it out already, I intended to fuck him a lot. We had years to make up for after all! And years ahead of us!

Anyway, after I had him gloriously naked in front of me, I pushed him back down and resumed sucking on his tongue for a minute. Then I slowly began licking my way down his neck, sucking and biting hard once, marking him as mine. I looked at my handiwork and I knew that that mark would be there a long time! I smiled proudly. When I began to slide my body further down his, I had no choice but to release his arms from my hold. I had hoped that he would remember my admonition from earlier, but apparently, he either forgot, or was too turned on to help himself, because he immediately started touching me everywhere he could reach. I pulled my lips and tongue away from his chest just long enough to mutter, "Ligo," and smile wickedly as his hands were tied to the bedposts by an invisible force. He tried to pull free and when he couldn't, he looked back down into my eyes for an explanation. "You told me I could do anything," I told him. "Trust me on this one… you'll enjoy it… I'll make sure of that," I finished, winking at him before leaning back down and biting one of his nipples. He arched his back and inhaled sharply. "Told you," I said, reattaching my lips to his beautiful body. His eyes closed and he moaned deeper and longer than ever before, his hips rising up and lifting both of our bodies off the bed slightly. 'Oh yes,' I thought, 'he likes it.'

I focused my attention on his chest and nipples for a few minutes, sucking and biting, making him moan and eventually scream with the pleasure of it. Once I had him worked up from that, I kissed and nibbled my way lower, dipping my tongue into his navel. He whimpered, and I couldn't help but feel proud at all the wonderful noises I was causing him to make. Yup, I was definitely proud. Proud and very turned on. I resumed my ministrations, kissing, sucking, and biting one hipbone, then the other. The boy was positively writhing under me now, his breath coming in hitches and his screams of pleasure becoming louder and louder.

His eyes were still squeezed tightly shut, and I gave him no warning whatsoever before moving my mouth from his hipbone to his cock and sucking him in deeply. If I had thought he was screaming loudly before, I was blissfully wrong. Sweet Merlin, I've never heard so wonderful a sound. His hips bucked up off the bed and his cock slid past my gag reflex without any trouble whatsoever. I moaned with the feeling of his cock in my throat. Apparently that was a good thing to do, because he cried out again and began trying to fuck my mouth. I knew right then that I would let him… some other day. Tonight, after all, was my conquest of him.

I pushed his hips back down onto the bed and held him there. My fingers were likely bruising him, but I knew he wouldn't mind. I was about to make him feel the most intense pleasure he ever had. I sucked his cock deeply for another minute before pulling my mouth off of him and softly saying, "Libero." His hands were released from their bonds and before they could find their way to my body, I climbed off of Harry and looked down at his naked form. Fuck was he hot!!

"Harry," I said seductively yet forcefully, leaving no doubt that what was to come was not a suggestion. "On your knees. Hands on the headboard."

He whimpered at the power in my voice, probably assuming that he knew what was coming. He would be right eventually, but I had other ideas first. He took little time in obeying my command, and once his tight, muscular arse was positioned right where I wanted it, I climbed back onto the bed behind him. I could tell he was waiting to hear a lubrication charm, and when he heard none before my fingers grasped his hips again, I felt him tense up. "Don't worry Harry," I said soothingly, "I am going to prepare you before I fuck you." He shivered when he heard me say those words. He still seemed unable to speak, however, as he said nothing in reply… though he did emit another of his sexy little whimpering noises.

I teased him a little bit, slowing drawing a finger down his spine and into the crack of his arse, trailing it all the way down, over his entrance and down to his sac. I cupped his balls in my palm as I leaned down to place a kiss on each arse cheek before parting them with my other hand and extending my tongue. The moment he felt my tongue touch his opening, he jumped a foot off the bed, mewling in ecstasy. When he'd settled back down on his knees again, his hands gripping the headboard more tightly than ever, I leaned back down to do it again. I started at his sac this time, licking him sensually there before dragging my tongue back up and into his crack, stopping and focusing my licks when I got to his entrance. Again he jumped, this time finally finding his voice. "Holy FUCK, Draco!!" he shouted. I swear, I've never smiled as widely as I did right then.

"Like that, Harry?" I asked seductively.

"Fuck yes!" he responded enthusiastically. "Oh Merlin, Draco!" he shouted as I licked his arse again. "Fucking hell!! Oh fuck! Don't stop! Pleeeeease don't stop!! FUCK!!!" he screamed, the pleasure almost more than he could take.

I couldn't help but smile to myself, listening to the filthy language pouring fluidly out of the Boy-Who-Lived's mouth. I wondered what his parents would have thought if they'd heard him like this. I wondered what his friends would think. Then I stopped wondering and just listened to the music of Harry's voice, swearing like there was no tomorrow. Swearing because of what I was doing to him. I alone had the power to reduce the famous Harry Potter to a writhing, screaming, sweating, swearing, purely sexual being.

I like that.

Anyway, I continued to give Harry the first (though certainly not the last) rimjob of his life –– licking long, slow strokes across his entrance before forcing the tip of my tongue past the tight ring of muscle. I tell you, the noises he was making were so fucking sexy, I almost lost it before I even got to fuck him properly. As it was, I did manage to keep control of myself, but damn it was tough.

I rimmed him for another five or ten minutes, relentlessly fucking him with my tongue. His cock had already started leaking precum shortly after I began my ministrations, and by now, a fair bit of it had dripped down onto the coverlet. I lowered my hand that had been massaging his balls, and I coated my fingers in the liquid pooling between his knees on the bed. Once my hand was adequately coated, I raised it up between his legs and wrapped it around his cock, never letting my tongue slip out from inside of him. Within seconds, his legs started to shake, his arse clamped down on my tongue, and he screamed louder than ever as his cock exploded all over my hand and the bed. He let go of the headboard and collapsed, his arms unable to hold his weight any longer. I let him fall, his arse involuntarily pulling away from my lips and tongue, and I looked down at the beautiful boy, still shaking as he lay on his stomach beneath me. He really was drop-dead gorgous, especially coated in a light sheen of sweat like he was.

I laid down beside him and snuggled up close to him, my arm over his back. It was at least five minutes before he was able to lift his head and turn it to face me. His eyes… oh Merlin, his eyes! If they were beautiful and breathtaking the previous night (which they were), when we were making love, then there could not possibly be any words strong enough to describe them now. As I stared into those eyes, I heard a very weak voice whisper, "Thank you."

"You are most welcome Harry," I said, smiling. "Have you gotten your strength back at all?"

He grinned, knowing why I was asking. I was still as hard as a rock, of course, and even through my pants, he could feel the evidence of that fact pressing against his thigh. "I've got enough," was all he said, but the gleam in his eyes told me that he wanted exactly what I wanted to give him. Then his voice confirmed it. "Fuck me, Draco. Fuck me hard, fast, and aggressively. And don't you dare let up until you've come inside of me as hard as you just made me come all over your hand."

Now it was my turn to whimper. I had just reduced him to a whimpering, quivering heap on my bed, and somehow he was back in control, issuing his own commands. But I didn't care that I'd lost the control I'd intended to have throughout the night. After all, he was telling me to do exactly what I'd been planning myself. I was only too happy to oblige.

I pushed myself back up off the mattress, and stripped my clothes off, tossing them to the floor beside the bed before crawling across the mattress to situate myself behind Harry again. Harry rose back up onto his knees and sat back on his heels in front of me. "Same position Harry," I told him. "If you want me to fuck you like you just said, that's the way it'll happen."

He eagerly grabbed the headboard again, leaning his body forward and pushing his arse back into the air in front of me. I allowed myself to stare for just a moment, and then I whispered, "Lubrico," and I aligned myself behind him. My fingers closed tightly on his hips and I heard a sharp intake of breath as he anticipated my entrance. My cock pressed firmly against his opening and it parted with very little resistance. After the tongue-fucking I'd just given him, he was more ready than he'd been the night before, which was a good thing, because I wasn't going to be entering him gently like the night before. He had told me to fuck him, and that was exactly what I was going to do.

"Ready Harry?" I asked, love and lust both dripping from my voice. I was now buried completely inside of him and was about to pull back out to start fucking him hard.

"Yesssssss…" he hissed, pulling away from me slightly and pushing himself back and onto me hard to punctuate this statement.

I moaned and pulled myself out of him until only the head was left encased. My fingers tightened on his hips and pulled him toward me as I pushed myself forward. The feeling was exquisite, as was the sound of skin slapping against skin, and our moans and cries filling the room and echoing off the walls. I had never felt anything like this, as his body molded itself to me, the walls of his arse squeezing my cock in the most delicious of ways. With how turned on I was from everything that had just happened, I knew I wouldn't last long at a furious pace like this, but I was determined to hold out as long as I could. Who knew when I would get another chance to fuck him like this… I wanted this to go on forever.

Harry kept pushing himself back to meet every thrust I made, and I was pulling him to me by his hips as well. Every time I drove into him, we both cried out in sheer pleasure. I'd never felt anything so perfect, and while it would seem that Harry should have been in pain from the force of my entrance and thrusts, he was still drunk off the sensations of the rimjob I'd given him, so he only felt the wonderful pressure of me filling him up over and over again. When I came a couple minutes later, it was most definitely the hardest I ever have. I nearly blacked out from the force of it. I screamed Harry's name and my cock absolutely exploded inside of him, the orgasm drawing on for nearly a full minute. I collapsed on top of him and we fell to the mattress, my cock still inside of him and still pulsing slightly. I began to kiss his shoulder blades and he let out a long, low moan of contentment. When my orgasm finally subsided and my cock began to soften and slide out from inside of him, I rolled off of his back and lay beside him. He turned his face to mine and we began to kiss.

We lay kissing like that for what could have been mere minutes, but could just as easily have been hours. It was bliss. Harry and I both agreed later that it was like experiencing a piece of Heaven. Nothing could have been better than what we had shared that night, from the moment we set foot in the bedroom to the moment we finally fell asleep, spooned against one another an hour or more afterwards.

END FLASHBACK

Heh heh. You're drooling, I see. Good. I must say, I am too. Merlin, that boy is perfect! What's that you said? Well, the six nights between then and now were filled with a lot of the same kinds of things I've already told you about. Though there have been no more rimjobs as of yet. We both kind of agreed that those would be reserved for special times, seeing as they're the most intense form of pleasure there is. Oh yes, even more than sex. There's just something about having a tongue inside of you like that… it's so intimate, and wet, and soft, but firm at the same time, and just… I don't even know how to describe it really. I just know that it's the best feeling in the world. Nothing could possibly top that.

But yes, we've had sex at least once every night since our first, alternating top and bottom as our moods dictate… there have been more blowjobs than I can recall… and oh! There was one time we took a shower together a couple days ago… that may be a story worth telling…

Well that was a pretty eager response. ::smirk:: I suppose if you really want to hear about it, I could share…

Oh shit, that's the phone. Hang on a minute, ok? I'll be right back.

A Few Minutes Later

Well… I'm afraid I won't be able to share more tonight. That was Harry on the phone. He said he's got something he needs to talk with me about. He also said that he's got strawberries, ice cream, chocolate sauce, and whipped cream for afterwards. So yeah, I'm going over there now. You'll just have to wait until next time for the shower story. Yes yes, there'll be a next time… don't you worry. I'll call you sometime soon. Yes, you're welcome. I'm glad to see that your manners are improving. I didn't even have to remind you to say, "Thank you," this time. Just for that, you're in for an extra-special treat next time. I'm not telling what… but you'll like it. I promise you that. You're very welcome. Now run along home, 'cuz I've got to get to my boyfriend's place. This should prove to be a fun night indeed! I'll be sure to pass along these details next time too, of course. Yes yes, go on, get out of here. I'll talk with you again soon. Excellent. Goodbye.