He had to get a handle on it! Immediately, if not sooner! This wasn't how it was supposed to be, not at all! This new 'tolerance of others', this 'consistently better mood' he was in... This 'staring out of windows, day dreaming'... None of it had been part of the plan. None of it!
He wanted a bit of fun, the kinky thrill of sex with a teacher, that was all. He hadn't planned on becoming a whole new person as a result. It was as if Dumbledore was somehow getting under his skin and influencing him into being 'nice' and 'good natured'... Perhaps he was using some kind of sex-magic that Draco had never heard of...? Draco genuinely considered this possibility for a moment before dismissing it. It had to stop. Draco had to get back in control of the situation, and the sooner the better! Otherwise he'd be thrown out of Slytherin in disgrace and re-sorted into Hufflepuff!
He didn't want to stop sleeping with Dumbledore though. Certainly not! It was far too addictive to just give it up like that! All he needed to do was refocus. He should never have gone there when he was upset and emotional, it had caused all kinds of problems. He needed to get back to simply turning up, getting laid and leaving afterwards. None of this being upset. None of this having heart to heart chats, cuddling and taking baths together! It was too risky. Behaviour like that opened the door to all sorts of emotions... Emotions that Draco did not even know how to begin to deal with. It had to just be about sex again.
It was late. Even the Slytherin common room was deserted as the students had gone to bed. Draco couldn't relax. He had been angsting all day over the situation with Professor Dumbledore and he had reached the point where there was no way he was going to get any sleep until he had resolved the issue. He would have to go and see Dumbledore tonight. He would go, get what he wanted and then leave immediately, just to assert himself and his ability to remain emotionally detached.
Sneaking out and getting to the headmasters office presented no real challenge to Draco now, he was so practiced at it. 'And to think, Potter still has to use that cloak of his to get about!' Draco congratulated himself on his stealth ability!
He knocked assertively on the study door, and, reminding himself that he needed to be less meek and polite, he walked in without waiting for an answer.
Sure enough, the headmaster was there. He was reading an article in 'Magical Education' magazine. It was an activity that could loosely be described as 'work' although it was the type of thing that teachers only got rare moments to do, once all the real work was finished.
'Hello Draco.' He said, with a warm smile as his young friend appeared in the study.
Draco wore a devious expression, somewhere between a scowl and a wicked smile.
'Good evening professor.' He drawled. 'Not busy, are you?' He asked, sauntering over towards the desk.
'I can make the time to see you, Draco.' Dumbledore replied as he put down the magazine.
'Good.' Said Draco. 'Get upstairs and fuck me!' He demanded. He smiled, but there was something cold and harsh in his voice which immediately told Dumbledore that this was more than just the demand of a horny teenager.
Albus didn't like Draco's tone. He sounded bratty, and determined to get his own way without being nice or polite. Albus didn't know what to do. Asking Draco to 'say please' would have seemed a little perverse!
He would play along for now. There was always more to it when Draco behaved like this. He would take Draco upstairs and work on him there. He would give Draco what he wanted, but only in a way that he wanted to give it. He stood up.
'Very well.' He said calmly, resting his hand on Draco's shoulder. Draco shrugged it off and headed for the stairs.
'Come on then!' He snapped impatiently.
Dumbledore followed Draco up the winding staircase to the attic room at the top where Draco began to undress hurriedly. In fact, it looked like he was not going to bother fully undressing at all. He glanced at Dumbledore who stood in the doorway watching him, serenely.
'Come on!' Draco barked again. 'What are you waiting for?'
Albus sighed and walked towards him slowly.
'What are you rushing for?' He asked gently.
'I want to be fucked, right now!' Draco hissed crossly. 'So get on with it!'
Albus raised a scornful eyebrow as he listened to Draco's tone.
Draco stamped his foot.
'For Merlin's sake, professor! Throw me onto my knees and fuck me already!' Draco demanded. 'Bend me over, fuck me hard and send me back to the dormitory, just like you did the day I was sent out of class.'
Albus sighed. That day. That second time they had been together. He had been a bit too rough and full on with Draco that day. It was obvious that Draco was not emotionally mature enough to cope with it. Albus should have known it would come back to haunt him! Perhaps this was why Draco ran away after sex? Although he had almost stayed after the session in the bathroom... There was still so much Albus had to teach him!
He reached for Draco's shirt and began to unfasten the buttons which Draco had not yet undone. He moved slowly, standing close to the impatient boy.
'Oh, Draco!' He sighed softly, his breath warm on Draco's face. 'I'd really much rather take my time with you this evening...' He began.
'Well I don't...' Draco began.
'Uh-uh! Shssssss!' Dumbledore silenced him, in a kindly tone, but one it was difficult to disobey, especially when he combined it with a tender stroke of the face and that rather powerful magic smile of his!
Draco opened his mouth to try to argue but, with gentle teasing kisses, Albus stole the words from his lips before they had chance to form.
Soft, feather light kisses. Open mouthed, but oh-so-fleeting kisses, meant to simply taste, not to devour. A careful hand, fingers lightly in contact with flushed cheeks. The intense intimacy of breathing another person's breath as they stand so close to you. The incredible contrast of emotions when someone is strong enough to calm your anxiety and ignite your fire all at the same time. Draco was overwhelmed!
Wrapping a powerful arm around the boys waist, Dumbledore pulled him close, closing the hair-breadth gap between them. He pressed his mouth over Draco's and kissed him gently but deeply. Draco was once again putty in his hands. He flopped helplessly, like a naughty kitten whose mother had just picked it up by the scruff of its neck. Angry with himself, but wanting this more than he would ever dare admit, Draco wrapped his arms around Albus in return as two frustrated little tears ran down his cheeks.
Pulling back from Draco's lips, Dumbledore tenderly kissed the tears from Draco's cheeks, tasting his emotion and anxiety in the salty liquid. Poor complicated Draco! Why was he so upset today? Albus hugged him tightly before he realised, he had never seen Draco cry before! He really had just cried, even if only for a second. There had been tears. Real tears! Once upon a time Albus would not have believed that were possible. He would make Draco feel better, and then he might just talk about what was bothering him.
Dumbledore pushed Draco's shirt back and slid it down over his shoulders. He caressed he pale silky skin. Kissing Draco's forehead he glanced down at him. Draco didn't smile. He looked nervous, he looked lost.
'Is this still what you want, Draco?' He whispered softly.
Draco couldn't manage words, but he nodded his head weakly and gripped Albus a little more tightly.
'And will you let me show you something different tonight?' Albus asked. 'There is so much more I can show you if you will allow me.'
Draco nodded again, with a little more strength this time. He had been both shocked and a little frightened that things had not gone according to his plan, but somehow he seemed to draw strength from Dumbledore's calmness. Part of Draco wanted to learn, wanted to feel real emotions. In this moment, this was an adventure.
Dumbledore smiled a caring and compassionate smile. He raised one hand and with a flick of his wrist, the lighting in the room softened as only a few flickering candles lit the space. The room seemed warmer somehow, there was a sound like music, yet it wasn't quite music. It wasn't quite as intrusive as music would have been. It was more like the sound of tiny bells, of the wind sighing through tall forest trees, of the sea lapping steadily against the shore.
Dumbledore took hold of Draco's hand and lead him over to the ornate, canopied four-poster bed. The bed linen looked softer and more inviting than ever. They both sat down, Draco on his knees in the centre.
Albus slipped out of his heavy outer robes and joined Draco. He smiled as he softly stroked Draco's fair hair, which now came right down to his shoulders. Draco had purposely not had a haircut since the start of the school year. Dumbledore petted him like a cat and Draco closed his eyes with a smile. He could happily be petted like this forever!
He keened into Dumbledore's touch and he continued to stroke him, his hair, his neck and his shoulders. For someone often so cold and stand-off-ish, Draco certainly loved to be touched! He had never really been hugged enough in his life. His sighs were soft and contented, with only a hint of nerves remaining from the agitated state he had arrived in. Albus almost thought he could hear him purring. 'Do dragons purr...?' He wondered to himself as he caressed Draco's beautiful pale back. He leant close to Draco's ear.
'Would you like me to massage you?' He asked softly.
Draco nodded desperately. He had never been massaged before but knew almost instinctively that he needed it more than anything in the world.
'Lay down then Draco, and relax.' Dumbledore encouraged, and Draco did as he was told.
Dumbledore reached over to the nightstand beside the bed and whispered a spell to unlock the secret draw inside. He retrieved a vial of oil which he opened, and kneeling beside his young lover, he poured some of the contents into his hands.
Knowing the oil would be cold, he rubbed his hands together first to warm it. A cold shock would not help Draco to relax and feel happy. Albus drew a deep breath, savouring the smell of the oil.
He pressed his hands to Draco's shoulders, gently at first, unsure of just how much pressure Draco would like. He stroked the oil over Draco's back, from his shoulders to his waist, sweeping his hands over his skin in large flowing caresses. Hands on Draco's shoulders, he began to work his thumbs in small circular movements, working into the muscles around his shoulder blades. The boy was a little tense, perhaps the stress of his upcoming exams...?
Draco gasped at the odd combination of pleasure and pain as Dumbledore worked more firmly on his back. Draco felt the odd crunching sensation as he pressed into the knots of tension in the muscles to break them up and get them to relax. It felt amazing. Intense. Like having an orgasm, only not sexually. Draco had had no idea it was possible to make someone feel so good just by stroking them! Could other people do this, or was it some special advanced magical skill that Dumbledore had somehow perfected?
'Mmmmmmmm...' Draco sighed, his eyes fluttering shut.
Dumbledore smiled contentedly. Giving pleasure was just as gratifying as receiving it. He took another deep breath, inhaling the aroma of the oil once more.
'Can you smell the scent of this oil, Draco?' He asked in a whisper.
Draco sniffed at the air to try to discern the aroma.
'What is it?' He asked.
'It's just a massage oil.' Dumbledore replied. 'But it has an Amortentia base, so it smells different to each person. I wondered how it smells to you?'
Draco thought about it and took a deep breath of the air. He had never experienced Amortentia and had often wondered what it would smell like. He imagined it would smell like expensive cologne, black coffee and possibly money. The reality surprised him.
'I can smell... It's like... Freshly baked bread.' He paused for a moment. Why bread? He had never made bread in his life! 'And something outside...' He continued. 'Newly turned soil maybe. No. Something growing. Roses. Wild roses, not the type you get in shops. The type that grow in hedgerows.'
Dumbledore smiled. What lovely, honest, beautiful things!
'And something else.' Draco offered. 'Something deeper, headier. I don't know what it...'
He stopped suddenly. Sandalwood tobacco. Draco's heart skipped a beat.
'Something else.' He concluded. I'm not sure what it is.'
Dumbledore smiled as he continued the sensuous massage.
'That sounds lovely.' He whispered gently.
'What does it smell like to you?' Draco asked.
'To me, Amortentia has always smelt like Sherbet Lemons, gardens in summertime, and a kind of warm leather smell, like a pair of soft leather gloves.' Dumbledore replied.
Draco considered this. They were all quite ephemeral, transient things. Draco wondered if they had any personal connections for Dumbledore. He could ask, but perhaps it was nicer not to know, just for the moment.
'That sounds nice too.' Draco answered softly, his voice hazy and very relaxed.
Dumbledore began to focus his attention lower on Draco's back, working at the muscles either side of his spine and at the back of his hip bones. He was tense here too and the deep kneading pressure caused him to moan intensely.
'That feels amazing.' He whispered breathily.
'Good.' Dumbledore replied. 'You are quite tense you know, I should have started massaging you some time ago!'
'How did you learn to do it?' Draco asked, slightly in awe of the headmasters hidden talents!
'Oh, it's something you get a feeling for over time.' Dumbledore smiled. 'Practice. That's the way to learn. Listen and feel for the responses of your partner. You soon learn what they like.'
'Do you like to do it?' Draco asked, feeling a little bit selfish for a moment as he realised that he did not have the skill to return the favour.
'Yes. Very much so.' Dumbledore replied. 'I like to make people happy. I enjoy giving pleasure to others. I enjoy giving pleasure to you, Draco.'
'Thank you!' Draco said, gratitude evident in his tone.
'I'm glad you enjoy it.' Dumbledore said earnestly.
Draco squirmed a little, as Dumbledore's hands worked tantalisingly close to the waistband of his trousers, he arched his back, tying to hint that he would like to remove them.
'If you want me to work any lower, you will have to remove some more clothes.' Dumbledore offered.
'OK!' Draco exclaimed, moving very quickly for someone who had just been so deeply relaxed. He removed his trousers and his underwear in one go and Albus couldn't help but notice that his cock was already semi erect. It was hardly surprising though. An intense massage with Amortentia oil would arouse even the most cold blooded of people!
Draco returned to his position, laying on his front in the centre of the bed. Only this time his legs were open and Dumbledore knelt between them, finding it impossible to ignore the delicious peachy little ass before him.
Draco shuddered as Dumbledore caressed his pert cheeks with the same skilled, masterful strokes with which he had worked on his back. Draco's arousal intensified. Somehow they had moved seamlessly from a tender and caring massage session, to Draco feeling more turned on and more ready to be penetrated than he had ever felt before.
Hands encompassing Draco's cheeks, Albus made circular motions. As he pressed more firmly and gripped Draco's buttocks more tightly, he parted his cheeks, giving himself a glimpse of the inviting little hole in which he longed to bury his thick, hard cock.
Draco felt the contrast of the cool air against his warm body as his most intimate area was exposed with each parting of his cheeks. He relished how obscene and arousing it felt to be in this position. Dumbledore was between his legs and was pulling his ass cheeks apart, he was looking at him with desire so strong Draco could almost feel it, and that in itself drove him crazy. The idea that the headmaster was actually taking all of this time over teasing him, spending time looking at his asshole, admiring it, focusing on it, made Draco so excited he could hardly even comprehend his own feelings. Dumbledore hadn't even touched him yet, not there. Not so much as ghosted a fingertip over the puckered little ring, and Draco was positively desperate for it. His cock was rock hard beneath him and he could feel a wet patch on the bedclothes growing larger and larger as pre-come seeped from the head.
Draco didn't know what Dumbledore was planning on actually doing to him, but at this point he didn't even care. He trusted him completely and right now he would have let him do anything he wanted, just as long as he did it soon! 'And actually, the kinkier the better!' Draco thought to himself. He really had never been so aroused in his life.
Dumbledore had changed his position now. He was laying between Draco's legs, his face inches from Draco's ass. His strong hands spread his cheeks and he stared at close range as Draco's tight little entrance.
Draco's breathing was ragged, he was tingling and felt as if he were almost on the edge of orgasm with no sexual contact at all. He trembled with overwhelming desire as Dumbledore stared intently at him. He seemed almost to be making a detailed mental study of Draco's anus. Was he admiring him? Inspecting him? Memorising him? Draco didn't care. All he knew was that his poor little asshole was just desperate to be touched, toyed with, penetrated, opened, fucked...
Kissed! Draco physically jumped at the unbelievable sensation. Dumbledore had pressed his lips over Draco's hungry little hole and given it a brief, sucking, teasing kiss! Draco had not expected that!
Albus had been waiting to gage Draco's reaction. Rimming was beyond intimate. Even more so than fucking in his opinion. He wanted to be sure Draco was ready for this. He took from Draco's wordless exclamation that he was ready and he set about introducing the boy to this new experience.
He placed his slightly parted lips right over Draco's ring and sucked hard. Draco tensed with shock and for a second or so he actually stopped breathing in total disbelief. What was Dumbledore doing? Did people really do this? Draco gripped the bedclothes tightly, his eyes wide and his mouth open. It felt mind-blowing!
Dumbledore sucked at the tight, puckered hole, using his suction to increase the flow of blood, doubling the sensitivity of this already nerve-packed area. He maintained the hold for as long as he could to really build up some pressure before he released and moved his lips away. He glanced down and savoured the sight of Draco's pretty little hole, twitching with pleasure and shining, wet with his saliva. Draco gasped breathlessly.
Returning his lips to Draco's ass, Albus swept his tongue over his entrance with a powerful flick which made Draco gasp again, pleasure and nerves making him shake.
Unable to hold back any longer, Albus pressed his tongue to the tiny opening and pushed the tip inside. He had been longing to do this to Draco almost since their affair began. Longed to taste him, to plunge his tongue deep inside his most secret place. To kiss the very insides of him, to lick at the tight hot walls of his passage and teach him all about this most forbidden of pleasures! It was every bit as delightful as Albus had imagined. Draco was always fastidiously clean, and had very little body hair, tending to him orally was an absolute pleasure! Although immaculately clean, Draco had a delicious musky taste, a deep warm taste, yet still fresh and light. Albus slipped his tongue in and out, pushing it each time deeper into the boy. He licked, sucked, nibbled, explored every millimetre of the sensitive flesh that his eager mouth could reach, wondering how he had resisted eating Draco out for as long as he had!
Draco felt dizzy with delight, but a little shocked and slightly self conscious too. It went without saying that no one had ever done this to him before, and he didn't quite know what to make of it. It felt great physically, but he didn't know if he felt a little uncomfortable about it mentally. Was he as clean as he should be? It was several hours since he had showered... But Dumbledore certainly seemed enthusiastic about it, so he must be ok. Dumbledore seemed to be enjoying doing this to him. Did that mean he would be expected to do it too? Draco was not sure he wanted to do that, or if he would even know how... His worries and nerves soon dissipated however, as Dumbledore's oral ministrations continued to push him to the limits of pleasure and Draco was lost in a haze of hedonism once more.
At length, Albus pulled back from Draco's entrance. As delicious as this was, if he continued much longer it would border on simply objectifying the boy. Albus could happily eat his sweet ass like it was on a plate, but decided he really should put a time limit on this, no matter how much Draco seemed to be enjoying himself. After all, there was still more to teach him!
Albus sat up, on his knees and smiled at the beautiful sight before him. Draco lay helpless for a moment, as though pleasure had paralysed him temporarily.
Draco lay still for a moment. Dumbledore had stopped. Stopped doing that thing to him. That thing which Draco knew was so dirty and obscene, but which had felt so amazing and sexy and intimate. What should he do now? Draco turned over onto his side and sat up. He supported himself by leaning on one hand and he looked nervously up at the headmaster.
Dumbledore smiled at Draco, a kind, reassuring smile. The poor little thing looked so nervous. Happy, but nervous, and his cheeks were flushed a deep pink colour. Extending one hand, Albus pulled Draco into a caring embrace, wrapping both arms around him and kissing the top of his head. Draco was grateful for this. This closeness meant he didn't quite have to look the headmaster in the eye immediately, but could still feel like things were ok.
Draco was naked. Albus was not. Generally Albus had tried to avoid this being the case as it seemed like an abuse of power to have the boy undressed and himself still clothed. However body confident Draco appeared to be, his bashful response to what he had just experienced proved once again that much of Draco's 'confidence' was a false front, and that in reality Draco was somewhat insecure. Albus released Draco from his embrace for a moment in order to remove his robe.
Draco glanced down at the headmasters cock. He was rock hard, proving he must have enjoyed that last activity very much. If he were honest, Draco had enjoyed it very much too. He really should make some kind of gesture in return...
Draco shuffled back on his knees and lowered himself onto all fours, resting on his forearms, his head close to Dumbledore's crotch. Draco had never given anyone a blow job before, but 'how hard could it be?' He wondered to himself. It seemed a bit more acceptable that what Dumbledore had just done to him. He had once overheard Millicent Bulstrode giving tips to Pansy Parkinson on how to give a blow job. It had sounded relatively easy.
Draco flashed a saucy smile at the headmaster and he leant towards his cock, taking hold of it lightly with one hand. He licked his lips playfully making his intentions clear.
Draco looked at Dumbledore's erection, concentrating on the task at hand. What was it Millicent had told Pansy...? ' Just put it in your mouth and start sucking, basically.' Draco could only assume that Millicent had a much bigger mouth than he did, of that the recipient had a much smaller dick. He stared at the large, thick cock before him feeling somewhat phased and very unsure of himself.
Albus tried not to laugh at the quizzical look of concentration on Draco's pretty, flushed face. He petted Draco's hair reassuringly.
'Do you know what you are doing, Draco?' He asked kindly.
'No.' Draco conceded, a little frustrated and disappointed with himself.
'That's ok, Draco.' Dumbledore assured him. 'I can help you if you want to try.'
Draco nodded keenly. He surprised himself at just how much he did want to try this. he had always thought that giving head would be a bit disgusting, but the idea of it felt pretty arousing now.
'OK.' Dumbledore smiled. 'I will give you instructions, but you must only follow them if it pleases you. And there is no 'right and wrong' here, you will get a sense of what you like to do and what feels good. You can be intuitive.'
Draco listened attentively, all the time admiring the firm cock in front of him, getting the feeling he might enjoy this more than perhaps he should.
'Hold the base firmly.' Dumbledore began. 'Like you are already doing, but you can grip a little more tightly if you like.'
Draco followed the instructions to the letter.
'Now, try just kissing the tip for me.' Dumbledore instructed. 'It will give you a chance to see how it tastes.'
Butterflies in his stomach, Draco leant in and pressed his slightly parted lips to the head of Dumbledore's cock and gave a brief, sucking kiss. He tasted salty and sour, but fresh and clean and not unpleasant. Draco repeated the action, to practice.
He looked adorable, Albus thought, and his warm soft lips, however inexperienced, felt beautiful against the head of his cock. He gave a soft, satisfied sigh to encourage Draco, and to let him know he was doing it well.
'Now you can try licking the full length.' Dumbledore prompted. 'Run your tongue alone the vein underneath, right up to the tip.'
Draco did as instructed, flicking his tongue purposely over the slit when he reached the end. Dumbledore smiled.
'Mmmmmm... Good boy, Draco!' He sighed.
Encouraged, Draco repeated the action 3 times before returning to the teasing kisses on the head, with each instruction he built a new move into his repertoire.
'Now I want you to put the head in your mouth, Draco. Only lightly. And I want you to tease with your tongue. Run it around the ridge, flip it over the slit. Tease. Play.' Dumbledore told him.
The instructions were getting more complex, which Draco took to mean he was doing it right. He opened his mouth wide and took the head of Dumbledore's cock in his mouth. It was large and filled his mouth. It was harder than he might have imagined to work his tongue around it, but he did his best, exploring the ridges and textures with his eager tongue. It seemed to be effective, as the headmaster was sighing with pleasure and was lightly stroking his hair. He seemed to have forgotten he was supposed to be giving instructions. Draco took this to mean he was enjoying himself, and that was a good thing. A very good thing.
The dear, sweet boy! Albus thought as he glanced down at Draco who was working so dutifully at pleasuring his dick. Draco seemed to be enjoying this. Perhaps he was learning that giving pleasure was just as much fun as receiving it. That was a very valuable lesson to learn if you want to be an accomplished lover!
'Try sucking now.' Albus instructed at last. 'Don't try to take the whole length, just work on the head and suck. Suck like you were sucking a sweet.'
There was something perverse about telling a school boy to 'suck dick like a sweet', but Albus was too caught up in the moment to give it too much thought. Besides, this wasn't a random school boy. This was Draco, his lover, and that made it ok. Or at least, it felt like it did.
Draco did as he was told, glad that Dumbledore had told him not to try to deep-throat. Although Draco wished that he could do it, there was something to be said for not trying to run before he could walk! With any luck, he would have plenty of chances to practice. He sucked, hard and then more gently, and then hard again. Experimenting, varying the pressure, trying, at the same time, to gage what Dumbledore liked best. It all seemed reasonably effective as groans of pleasure became deeper and louder.
'I want you to mix it up a little now, Draco, if you can.' Dumbledore whispered. 'Try combining the different things, try things that you think might feel good. You are doing very well!'
This sounded perverse too, Albus thought. But Draco needed the reassurance and that was more important than what anyone else might think.
Draco stopped sucking and thought for a moment as he looked at Dumbledore's magnificent cock. He began with his first move again, kissing with an open mouthed, brief sucking kiss on the tip. Then he began to repeat this, working down the full length of the shaft, covering it with adoring, hungry kisses.
Albus watched him, captivated and enchanted. Draco worshiped every inch of his cock with passionate kisses, as if he were expressing his gratitude for all of the pleasure it gave him! It may not have been the most accomplished blow job he had ever received, but it was certainly the most charming. Draco's innocence and inexperience made it sexier and more erotic than anything the most skilled and confident lover could have delivered. Albus was close to climax by the time Draco returned his mouth to the head of his cock and began to suck again.
'Oh Gods! Draco! That's good!' Albus whispered, wanting to give the boy fair warning that he was going to come.
Draco was a little nervous about this. What would it be like? He planned to swallow, not spit, because that would have seemed rude and spitting was not an attractive habit. However, he didn't know how difficult it would be to swallow, or how it would taste, or even how much there would be. It might seem like more when it's in your mouth!
He had nothing to worry about however, as Dumbledore gave him clear warning, instinctively gripping the back of his neck and uttering 'Oh, Gods, yes!' In a tone which made it obvious he was going to climax. Draco braced himself and found, to his relief, that the fluid filled his mouth rather more gradually than he had imagined it might. It came in spurts and he swallowed it a bit at a time, his sucking, swallowing motions making the climax all the more intense and pleasurable for Albus.
Sitting up, Draco watched Dumbledore questioningly. His breath was a little rapid and he looked flushed. At last he looked back as Draco and smiled, taking hold of his hand.
'Was that ok?' Draco asked nervously.
'Well, it was certainly effective, wasn't it?' Dumbledore smiled, and Draco gave a relieved little laugh.
'I would probably improve with practice.' Draco offered.
'Well I will make sure I am available any time you want to practice, Draco!' Dumbledore replied and Draco laughed again. It was nice to feel so relaxed.
'Of course...' Dumbledore began. 'One of the best ways to learn is by experience.' He pulled Draco close to him and moved one hand towards his crotch. 'Has anyone ever done that for you?' He asked curiously.
'Errrr, no.' Draco admitted.
Dumbledore leisurely caressed Draco's cock with sensuous strokes.
'How selfish of me!' He exclaimed. 'Allowing you to do that for me when I had not first shown you how!'
'Oh, that's ok professor!' Draco assured him, but Dumbledore was insistent.
'I pride myself on being a considerate lover.' He explained. 'I have come and you have not. Very poor form on my part, I'm afraid! So, please let me make amends.' He said softly.
Draco's heart fluttered. He sat back against the headboard as Dumbledore moved between his legs. Draco was already hard. No one had ever done this to him, never. He was scared and elated at the same time. How would it feel? Was it really as great as all the other boys boasted?
No. It was better. Far better. As Dumbledore took Draco's cock in his mouth Draco's whole world seemed to dissolve into pleasure. He forgot any cares or nerves he had, he even forgot why he had come here tonight and the state of distress he had been in when he arrived. His eyes closed and he rested his head back and simply enjoyed the experience, every hot, wet moment of it!
Albus kept it simple as it was Draco's first time. A few affectionate kisses, followed by good, mid-pressure suction, working up and down the length of the shaft with his lips. It didn't last long. Albus was not surprised. He had always been pretty talented with his lips!
When Draco came, he came hard with a loud cry, utterly mind blown by the experience.
Afterwards, Albus lay behind Draco, holding him tightly. Draco had gone along with this quite readily, partly because he was dazed after his climax and partly because he had given up trying to deny just how much he wanted to be held.
At last, Draco spoke.
'I should go, shouldn't I?' He offered.
'No.' Said Dumbledore. 'You should stay a little while longer. You insisted that I fuck you, if you remember. If you leave now then I will have failed to meet your demands.'
Draco gave a slightly embarrassed little laugh.
'So, if I stay, you will?' He asked playfully.
Dumbledore's hand moved slowly over Draco's body and down to his ass where he cupped the cheek.
'Yes. Yes, I will.' He whispered. 'You will have to give me a few moments though, I am an old man, Draco.'
Draco giggled.
Albus slipped his fingers between Draco's cheeks and teasingly touched his entrance.
'I suppose I can do my best to keep you satisfied while you wait.' Dumbledore whispered and he planted tender kisses in the crook of Draco's neck.
He whispered a lubrication charm and slowly slipped a finger into Draco's ass and began to toy with him lesiurely.
Draco gasped and moaned with pleasure as Dumbledore fingered him. It was amazing to be touched this way, simply for the pleasure of it. Draco had come to associate this as a prelude to sex, and although it was enjoyable, it was mostly to serve a purpose. This time, although the intention was to have sex, the touching seemed to mostly be about pleasing, teasing and amusing him. Draco smiled, eyes closed, head resting back against Dumbledore. Being played with felt fantastic.
Albus probed, stroked and teased Draco's hole, enjoying all of the little whimpers of pleasure he drew from his young lover. As he did so, inevitably, he felt himself growing hard again and longing to penetrate Draco with more than just his fingers. He drew his hand away and the needy boy gave a sad little moan as he was left wanting.
'Do you want me to take you now, Draco?' Dumbledore asked softly, whispering to the boy in his arms.
Draco twisted round and sat up slightly.
'Can I ride you, professor?' He asked with a glint in his eye.
'Of course you may.' Dumbledore replied and he sat up and leant back against the headboard. If Draco wanted to be on top, if he wanted to be in control, that was certainly not a problem, in fact, it could be a positive thing.
Draco climbed onto the head teachers lap, facing him, straddling him and he took hold of his firm cock and pressed the tip to his asshole. As Dumbledore whispered another lubrication charm Draco slid down the length of his cock until it was sheathed inside him.
Being inside Draco felt so good, it always had. Being inside him when he was on top of you, flushed, pouting, and sighing with satisfaction as he rode your cock like a Nimbus 2000 was beyond amazing! Feeling so adored, so desired by such a beautiful young boy. It was everything.
Draco thrust his hips, he flicked his hair, he worked for his own pleasure as well as his lovers. Albus held him, at the hip and the shoulder and watched him, drinking in the delicious sight.
Draco was hard as a rock and he knew he could easily work himself to a climax as he took Dumbledore's cock like this. Dumbledore knew it too and liked nothing better than feeling the boy come while he was inside him. He took hold of Draco's dick and tugged at him, firmly, but with a lubrication charm cast over his hand so that it heightened the sensations for Draco.
Draco cried out loud as he climaxed all over Dumbledore's hand. He flopped forward onto him, leaning his head against his shoulder, exhausted from his exertions!
Albus smiled and kissed his cheek before taking hold of him and, with his ever impressive and surprising strength, flipped him over to the side so that he lay on his back. He then quickly climbed on top of him and slipped his cock back inside him, keen for his own climax. Draco riding him felt amazing, but it was nice to finish of top, to have the boy beneath him and to be able to take him, just exactly as he liked to get himself to orgasm. It didn't take long. In minutes he was filling Draco's ass with his fluid, giving a deep moan of pleasure and making Draco cry out again. It really had been some quite spectacular sex!
It seemed a natural progression to pull Draco into his arms afterwards and spoon him again, kissing gently at his beautiful pale neck in a leisurely manner. Draco's breathing was soft and relaxed and he stroked Albus's arms affectionately as he held him. The embrace was warm, tender, perfect. Just exactly what was called for after such an amazing evening.
Draco began to stir softly, was he going to want to leave, Albus wondered?
'Are you alright Draco?' he asked gently. 'You know, you can stay here tonight if you want to.' He offered.
Draco twisted round to face him, still in his arms. He rested his face against Dumbledore's chest, snuggling into his beard and wrapped his arms around him.
'Maybe for a little while...' He mumbled softly.
He could stay, maybe just for a few minutes like this, surely? A few minutes wouldn't hurt. Besides, it was so warm and comfortable here, and he felt so safe. He felt so safe with Dumbledore, he almost couldn't understand what he had been so worked up about when he arrived. There was no need to question this. It was ok. Dumbledore wouldn't hurt him. He could trust him. So what if this could never be a real relationship, if it could never be out in the open? If it had to remain a secret forever Draco decided he could cope with that because it was a beautiful secret. If he had learnt anything, it was that it was ok to have feelings. It was ok to be fond of someone. You could make use of your heart and not automatically have it broken. It was ok. It was safe. He could stay... just a few minutes...
Albus smiled as he watched the boy drift off to sleep in his arms. It really was ok to be with him like this. It really was ok to want him and it really was ok to care deeply about him. Albus smiled again. What a strange school year this one had been. Strange, but beautiful. He wondered who had learnt more, Draco or himself?