The sensation of Malfoy's cock against his belly, slippery with pre-come, had Harry anxious to ease the ache in his own cock by burying it deep inside the Slytherin. Harry waited until Malfoy was twisting anxiously beneath him and puffing for breath. Reaching for the nightstand, he dipped his fingers in the pot of lubricant that had been provided, then scooted down until he was at eye-level with Malfoy's flushed and swollen cock. Harry's mouth closed over the crown at the same time as he pushed a finger into the other boy.
Draco brought a fist to his mouth to muffle the small cry he made as his cock was engulfed in a wet mouth and his body was penetrated for the first time. There was no pain, merely a curious pressure, and it was negligible when weighed against the ecstasy of having his cock sucked. Draco raised himself on his elbows, the better to see Potter fellating him, but he soon sank back to the pillows with a soft moan of delight. His next vocalization was a sharp gasp as another finger breached his tight entrance.
Harry had two fingers in Malfoy and was working them in and out, lubing and stretching the other boy. When he squeezed a third finger in, the blond squeaked in discomfort and tried to wriggle away from the invading digits. Harry hummed around his mouthful of flesh, and that served to distract Malfoy. Harry curled his fingertips and located the blond's prostate by touch, drawing a strangled cry of pleasure up his throat.
Draco would have been ashamed of himself, had he been in possession of his faculties. He was lying spread and naked on a strange bed, withing in enjoyment while another boy sucked his cock and fingered his arse. The sounds he was making were animalistic, as befitted the mindless rush of heated pleasure he was experiencing. When Draco climaxed, it was with such intensity that his body bowed up off the bed while his shrill cries echoed throughout the room.
Harry drew away from the other boy, releasing Malfoy's softening cock almost as reluctantly as the blond's slick sheath released his fingers. Harry opened a condom with shaking hands and managed to roll it on before settling between Malfoy's limply spread thighs.
Draco only dimly registered Potter's movements. His eyes blinked open dazedly when the Gryffindor reclaimed the space between his legs and slid a hand beneath his buttocks, lifting him up. He felt something hot and hard nudging against his still tingling entrance, and then it pushed forward and in. Draco's mouth dropped open in shock when he realized Potter's cock was inside of him. The sensation wasn't painful so much as uncomfortable, and he squirmed in reaction, not certain he wished to participate any longer.
Harry groaned when Malfoy wriggled beneath him, and he surged forward in reaction, startling a small yip from the blond. Urgent hands pushed against his shoulders as Malfoy struggled helplessly under him. "Relax, Malfoy," Harry gritted, striving to remain still while the other boy adjusted to penetration. "This shouldn't take long...you're so hot and tight around me...won't take long at all..." No longer able to resist the urge to thrust, Harry began moving, his powerful body surging between Malfoy's legs.
Draco felt like he couldn't breathe. Potter was heavy on him and hard within him, and dammit, it wasn't supposed to be like this. When Potter's cock dragged over that spot inside him again, however, his own spent cock twitched in response, and Draco subsided with a choked moan, lying back and allowing the other boy to rut on him.
Harry was relieved when he felt the tension drain from Malfoy as the blond yielded completely, and he continued driving into the pliant body beneath him, his cock driving deep on each stroke, until he tensed, tightened and released.
Draco felt Potter's cock jerking inside of him as the brunet gave a guttural groan, finally collapsing atop him. Draco's nose wrinkled in dismay at having a hot, sweaty, panting Gryffindor pinning him to the bed. He pushed at the other boy again, struggling to get out from under him.
Harry grunted unhappily, but he obligingly pulled free of Malfoy's snug little hole and rolled over and away. "That was brilliant," he sighed blissfully.
Draco sat up and snatched at a blanket to cover himself with. "It was repugnant!" he snapped.
"Stop acting like a victim, Malfoy," Harry replied testily. "You put your name in the urn, knowing full well you'd be having sex tonight, and furthermore, you enjoyed it."
"I most certainly did not!" Draco denied vehemently.
Draco wasn't certain if he was alarmed or excited about the prospect of doing disgusting things all night long, but Potter didn't give him any chance to think about it, much less protest. Instead, the Gryffindor swept a cleaning charm over them both, then yanked away the blanket Draco was using to hide behind and abruptly flipped him onto his stomach. "Potter!" squeaked Draco in dismay. He started to squirm, but the other chose that moment to lean down and nibble lightly on the back of Draco's neck.
Harry was pleased when Malfoy stopped wriggling and instead subsided beneath him with a breathy little moan. Apparently, Malfoy had a sensitive nape. Harry exploited the blond's weakness, alternating rough licks with soft kisses and tiny nips until the Slytherin was squirming for an entirely different reason. On a lark, Harry bit down rather sharply, clamping his teeth in the other boy's neck. Malfoy responded with an adorable squeal, and inexplicably, he raised his arse.
If that wasn't a blatant invitation, Harry didn't know what was. His cock had already been rapidly hardening again, and now it surged erect once more. Reaching for the nightstand, Harry snagged another condom and quickly opened it and put it on.
Draco wondered dazedly why Potter was no longer doing those wonderful things to his neck, and then it occurred to him that the other boy had grabbed another condom. No sooner had the implication sunk in then he felt Potter's hands on his hips, pulling him up on his knees. That was followed by the prod of an insistent cock between his cheeks. Draco sucked in his breath, prepared to screech Don't you dare!, when Potter dared.
Harry was gratified when Malfoy's body accepted his cock easily, although it took a few thrusts before he was completely hilted. The blond railed and swore at him until Harry's hand closed over his cock.
Draco was aghast at the fact that Potter had just speared him again without so much as a by-your-leave. He swore, loudly and creatively, at the rude Gryffindor, until he felt a rough hand grasp his shaft in a firm grip. Draco's last curse died off in a shaky moan, and he involuntarily thrust his hips and cock forward, into Potter's hand. It felt divine. The hand around his cock, of course; not Potter's cock up his arse.
Harry grinned when his reluctant partner's hips began pumping enthusiastically, and he scrambled to pick up the rapid rhythm. When he managed it, the two of them moved in easy synchronicity, their bodies working together to bring pleasure to both of them.
Draco had a firm grip on the blankets. He had thought to put his hand over Potter's and demonstrate to the other boy how he liked his prick to be stroked, but Draco was afraid if he didn't keep both hands down, he'd lose his balance and topple forward onto his face. Potter was doing a fair job of it, however. In fact, he was doing such a good job of it that...
"Potter, Potter," moaned Draco, "I'm going to...to..." He cried out at the intensity of the orgasm that rocketed through his body. Unexpectedly, the thick cock inside of him actually increased the pleasurable sensations normally associated with sexual release, and Draco's entire body shook with the force of it. His voice rose in volume until he was keening loudly-something that would no doubt embarrass him later on, but which at the moment he couldn't be arsed to care about.
Harry continued riding Malfoy through his climax, pumping his cock in and out of that tightly clenched arse. The fact that the blond was writhing and all but wailing in his pleasure made things that much sweeter for Harry. When Malfoy finally slumped beneath him, Harry removed his sticky hand from the other boy's cock and used it to get a better grip on his hips, holding the Slytherin steady for the reaming he was getting.
Draco was still too stunned from his orgasm to complain about how roughly Potter was shagging him, and by the time he'd recovered his wits, it was too late. He felt the boy behind him stiffen, and the cock inside of him jerked and shuddered. Suddenly, most of Potter's weight settled on his back, and Draco emitted a startled oof as his face was pressed into the pillows.
Harry realized that smothering his partner may not be the best way to begin their year as lovers, so he forced himself upright and pulled out of Malfoy's hot little hole, watching in avid fascination as it fluttered after him, as if still pining for his cock. He dropped to the bed on his back, next to Malfoy, and met the other's baleful gray gaze. "Did you enjoy it that time?" Harry couldn't resist teasing.
Draco pushed his tangled hair out of his face, the better to glare at the smug prat lying next to him. "Of course not," he sneered. "It was disgusting!"
Draco whined in the back of his throat, but he removed both hands from Potter's dark hair and clutched his pillow instead. He was rewarded when Potter's lips closed over his swollen glans once more, applying suction, then swirling his tongue around the tip. Draco responded by drawing his knees up high and letting his thighs fall open, uncaring of the fact that he had just spread himself for Potter like a common whore.
Harry reached blindly for the tube of lubricant he'd tossed on the bed, and he managed to flip the cap off with one hand. Squeezing some of the gel onto the fingers of his right hand, he reached beneath Malfoy's bollocks and located his entrance.
Draco squirmed uncomfortably when he felt a blunt finger breach his body, but Potter chose that moment to hum around his cock, successfully distracting him from from the invasion. Potter continued sucking his cock so skillfully, that Draco barely noticed when another finger entered him. When those seeking digits found and pressed his prostate, however, he yipped and nearly came off the bed.
Harry was dying to plunge his cock into Malfoy right now, but he forced himself to continue his oral ministrations while making sure the other boy was prepared to take him. When he decided Malfoy was as ready as he was going to get, Harry utilized lips, tongue and fingers to bring the blond off.
Draco knew he was close to coming, and he gripped his pillow tightly and gritted his teeth...neither of which helped to quell the howl that rose in his throat as his cock exploded in Potter's mouth.
Harry waited until the last pulse burst over his tongue, then he slid up Malfoy's body, nudging his hips between those conveniently spread legs, and thrust his cock into Malfoy's still fluttering hole.
Draco cried out again-not so much from pain as from surprise, although the sensation of being speared on a thick cock was distinctly uncomfortable. However, when Potter's next thrust jabbed his prostate, Draco's body quivered, and his own cock gave up another dribble of ejaculate in response. He forced himself to relax back against the bedding and hold on while Potter proceeded to fuck him forcefully. Despite his misgivings, there was something so deliciously naughty about having such raw, uninhibited sex, and Draco found himself gripping Potter's sides with his thighs as the Gryffindor boy lunged and panted over him, on him, in him...
It was too good to last, and Harry didn't bother trying. Malfoy had already gotten his enjoyment out of this encounter, and now Harry was determined to get his own. Perhaps he was a little rougher than he should have been, but the other boy was making no complaint below him, so Harry continued to slam his rigid cock into Malfoy's slick heat over and over until his back bowed and his bollocks tightened, and he plunged in deep and came with a shout of satisfaction.
When Potter collapsed atop of him in a sweaty heap, Draco tolerated it for all of two seconds before squirming and pushing at the other boy. Potter heaved a put-upon sigh, then pulled out of him with what Draco suspected was deliberate slowness. He rolled off of Draco and to the side, leaving him feeling suddenly chilled as well as embarrassed at his own shameful behavior.
reaching for the lube. Malfoy made a garbled sound of protest, but Harry was undeterred. Scooping up a dollop of lubricant, he said, "Spread those legs wider, Malfoy." Predictably, the other boy scowled at him and tried to close his legs, which was impossible with Harry kneeling between them. "Stop being difficult. If I don't get you off by shagging you, I'll suck you off," he cajoled.
Reluctantly, Draco opened his legs wider. He knew that he'd just be delaying the inevitable otherwise, and there was always the hope that Potter would finish quickly and then give him a blow job. Potter slid a finger into him and worked it in and out. There was no discomfort involved, and Draco unthinkingly lifted his hips for more, gasping in delight when Potter found his prostate and pressed it.
Harry was pleased with Malfoy's capitulation, and he added another finger, holding the blond boy steady with his other hand when Malfoy squirmed again. Soon enough, Harry was finger fucking his partner and stretching his little hole to take him. When he deemed the other boy was ready, Harry sat back and quickly placed a condom over his erect penis before shuffling into position once more.
Draco tensed in anticipation of pain, but Potter took it easy on him, pressing against his entrance and easing his way inside. Draco winced as his body stretched to accommodate Potter's cock, but there was no sharp, burning pain like before. He released a pent-up breath and spread his legs wider, which helped reduce the mild discomfort he was experiencing.
"That's it," Harry praised, voice slightly strained as he fought the urge to plunge into Malfoy's velvety heat. He continued to push forward steadily until he was finally buried completely. He sighed in bliss, rolling his hips slightly. Malfoy suddenly yipped and jerked his knees up. "Is that the spot?" grinned Harry, repeating the motion.
Draco brought one hand to his mouth and bit down on his knuckle to stifle any further outbursts. Sex with Potter wasn't supposed to feel good, dammit! His legs shifted until they rose and crossed themselves at the ankle behind Potter's back. Perversely, he never wanted the other boy to move again. No, Potter was perfectly fine...ah yes right there.
Harry was delighted when Malfoy wrapped his legs around him, and he indulged the blond by grinding against his prostate a moment longer. When the urge to thrust became too much, however, he drew back and slid in again, completely missing the target this time. Malfoy whined in complaint, but Harry was undeterred. He established a steady rhythm, stroking his partner smoothly and gradually increasing the pace until he was shafting Malfoy good and hard.
Draco gave up on trying to control himself. He grasped Potter's forearms and hung on, keening in pleasure each time the blunt head of his partner's cock dragged across his prostate. The only thought he was capable of was the blow job Potter had promised him, but simply thinking about it hurled him to the precipice of climax, and with one more thrust of the hard prick inside of him, Draco tumbled over the edge.
Harry barely missed a beat when Malfoy exploded beneath him, arching, spurting, and yowling his sexual satisfaction quite loudly. His responses triggered Harry's own release, and he drove into the other boy with a lusty cry of completion.
"Do it, you bastard," snarled Draco. "End my suffering!"
Harry tugged Malfoy's trousers and pants down, cursing when the clothing caught on his shoes. Giving up on getting his partner completely naked, Harry rose to his feet and spun Malfoy to face the wall, retrieving his wand and performing a lubrication spell. Dropping his wand, he undid his own jeans and pushed them down his hips, along with his boxers. Guiding the tip of his aching cock between Malfoy's buttocks, Harry paused and let his forehead drop to the blond's shoulder.
"Fuck," he muttered. "No condoms."
"Don't care," gasped Draco. "Just...please..."
Harry straightened and pressed forward carefully, mindful of not having prepared his lover completely, hoping that last night's shagging would facilitate his entry.
Draco whined at the discomfort, but he stoically held still, allowing Potter to penetrate him completely.
"Oh god, Malfoy," groaned Harry. This was the first time his naked cock had been encased in his lover's silky heat, and the sensation alone was nearly enough to make him come. The fact that Draco was incredibly tight around him only added to his pleasure.
Draco panted as his body struggled to adjust to being impaled on Potter's rigid cock. When the other boy's hand snaked from his hip to his penis, Draco gasped and arched into the rough caress.
It was the most awkward sex Harry had ever had, but strangely enough, it was also among the most enjoyable. He pistoned his hips, hard and fast, over Malfoy's pert little arse, driving his cock into his partner over and over.
Draco was breathing harshly as he thrust his aching length into Potter's fist and felt the burn of Potter's prick as it slammed into him again and again. The sex was rough and raw and goddamn, it felt so good. Draco's voice rose in a wild shout when he arched and climaxed, pulsing over Potter's hand and the wall in front of him. Heedless of the mess, he slumped against the wall, submitting to the hard thrusts of Potter's cock. Draco grimaced when his partner slammed into him once more and spurted, hot and wet, inside of him.
Harry wilted over Malfoy's back, trembling in the aftermath of his intense climax. He couldn't believe how wonderful it felt to have his softening cock enveloped by the sweet, creamy heat of Malfoy's sheath after having had unprotected sex with him.
"Get off of me, Potter!"
Harry sighed and stepped back. Apparently, Malfoy didn't feel the same way.
Draco's lip curled in distaste at the sensation of Potter's spunk dribbling from his well-used hole.
"Fantastic," sighed Harry, casting a cleaning charm on himself before putting his clothing to rights.
"Disgusting," sneered Draco. He felt marginally better when Potter politely cast a cleaning charm on him, as well, but still...Potter had ejaculated inside of him! He bent down to grasp his pants and trousers, only to have a sharp smack land on his naked bum.
"Roll over," he commanded mildly. Malfoy rolled his eyes but did as instructed, turning to his stomach. "Get your knees under you so your arse is in the air," Harry added, climbing on the bed behind his partner.
"Really, Potter," Draco huffed indignantly. However, he humored his partner, lifting his arse in the air, leaving him feeling vulnerable and incredibly randy. He gasped when a blunt finger smeared cool lubricant over the tightly furled flesh of his hole, then Draco closed his eyes and sank his teeth into his bottom lip as he waited to be stretched in preparation for being shagged. An instant later his eyes popped open, and Draco squeaked in surprise. "Potter, what are you...is that your tongue?"
Harry paused long enough to murmur, "Mmhmm," then leaned in for another taste of Draco and cherry-flavored lubricant. He had to clamp his hands on Malfoy's hips as the other boy immediately began trying to squirm away.
"Potter!" screeched Draco, trying to twist away. "Stop that! It's...indecent!" Potter didn't stop, and the hands on his hips tightened, holding him in place for more of that indecent tongue play. He was about to rise to his knees and bolt for freedom when a hastily cast spell bound his hands and pinned them to the pillows. Draco ranted and cursed, but he was unable to get away from the wicked tongue that was doing horribly wicked things to him. Despite his protestations, however, his erection hadn't subsided in the least. The wet heat of Potter's naughty tongue continued to lick and lap at his hole, and Draco soon found himself desperate for some kind of friction on his neglected cock. "Please, Potter," he moaned.
Harry lifted his head and licked his lips. "Would you like me to shag you now?"
"Yes!"
"Will you go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?"
"No!"
Harry buried his face between Malfoy's arse cheeks once more, this time stabbing his tongue into the Slytherin's relaxed hole.
"Potter, that's obscene!" Draco's voice was unnaturally high and shrill. His cock was aching for some relief, but the sensation of the other boy's tongue in his arse hole was only making him painfully harder.
"Hogsmeade?" Harry rasped.
"Noooo," Draco whimpered, only to squeal again when the tongue returned to torment him. He didn't quite know when his struggles to escape degenerated into wanton, backward thrusts of his hips as he tried to get more of that decadent, diabolical tongue on him and in him. His breath was coming in fast, harsh pants by the time Potter raised his head once more.
"Do we have a date next weekend?"
"Yes, damn you! Yes!" Draco all but sobbed.
Grinning in victory, Harry backed off and used some more lubricant to slick Malfoy's wet hole. Reaching for a condom, he expertly sheathed himself, then plunged inside his partner. Harry groaned as Malfoy's body gripped him snugly, and he reluctantly pulled back so he could drive deeper on his next thrust.
Draco's fingers twisted in the pillow case, and his mouth hung open as he uttered wanton, inarticulate sounds of carnal delight. He'd been too aroused by the debauchery of Potter's tongue to last long, and after only a few rubs over his prostate, Draco's back was arching as his cock spurted and he screamed in shameless pleasure.
For Harry, having his partner explode into such unrestrained climax beneath him proved his undoing. He thrust only twice more before he came, grinding his prick into Malfoy's spasming hole as his release overwhelmed him. When he could breathe again, Harry didn't withdraw from his partner so much as he collapsed next to him on the bed.
He coaxed Malfoy into raising his left leg then Harry's fingers skated over the blond boy's balls and located the tiny pucker of flesh at Malfoy's entrance. He rubbed the pad of one finger over the tight bud as he kissed his way from Malfoy's throat to his abdomen. By the time Harry reached the other boy's navel, Malfoy had relaxed enough to allow Harry's forefinger to penetrate him.
Draco hummed softly when Potter's finger slid gently into his body, and he drew his other leg up in reaction. When Potter's mouth closed over the tip of his cock, Draco whimpered and clutched at the Gryffindor's hair. He winced at the intrusion of another finger, but the hot suction on his prick kept him in place. Draco spared a moment to be grateful for the fact that Potter was considerate enough to make the preparation for sex as pleasant for him as possible. He'd seen the look of discomfort on Blaise's face after spending each Saturday night at the mercy of Gregory, and Draco suppressed a shudder at the thought of being paired with the hulking Slytherin boy. Potter wasn't so bad in comparison.
Harry felt Malfoy quiver beneath him, and he released the blond's cock with a small, wet pop. "Are you ready?" he asked, voice rough from the oral sex he'd been performing. Malfoy nodded and spread his legs wider, shivering again when Harry slowly withdrew his fingers. Harry wiped the residual lube on his cock before guiding himself into position. He pressed forward, groaning as Malfoy's body yielded to him and he sank into his partner's hot little hole.
Draco grimaced as his body stretched tightly around Potter's cock. He consciously relaxed his muscles, allowing his partner to penetrate him further. As Potter continued pushing deeper, Draco wriggled his hips until the other boy made contact with his prostate. "Oh yes," sighed Draco, reaching down to grasp Potter's arse in an attempt to hold him right there.
Harry shimmied his hips a little, grinning when Malfoy all but squeaked as he arched almost violently against him. "Do you like that?" teased Harry, giving another shimmy.
"Ah ah," Draco gasped, writhing on the bed and digging his fingers into Potter's bum.
Harry jolted into motion, no longer able to playfully torment his partner. His hips settled into a steady up and down motion as he pistoned his cock smoothly in and out of Malfoy's undulating body.
Draco arched up to get more friction on his painfully hard prick. He had a passing thought to give himself a wank, but his hands wouldn't obey his order to release Potter's arse. Instead, he gripped the other boy's buttocks even harder, not caring that he was probably leaving bruises. All he knew was that he wanted more delicious contact with that bundle of sensitive nerves inside himself, and Potter's cock was the means to get it. Thus, Draco clung to the Gryffindor, not wanting to release him just yet. He tilted his hips higher as Potter gave a particularly hard thrust, and Draco was catapulted over the edge and into a scintillating climax.
Malfoy gave a delighted cry, and he bucked almost violently beneath Harry and spurted against his stomach. Harry continued driving into the Slytherin boy, hips and cock pumping rhythmically, until he came with a throaty groan.
take Draco's cock in his mouth, and he pleasured his partner in that manner while he pressed a lube-slick finger into Draco's entrance to loosen him.
Draco relaxed around the subtle intrusion and concentrated instead on enjoying Potter's oral skills. Regular sex had turned him from a tense and blushing virgin to a willing participant in this year-long celebration of Lupercalia. Of course, the fact that Potter was quite skilled at drawing forth climaxes from Draco helped matters.
Once Draco was twisting beneath him in helpless arousal, Harry released his cock with a final swipe of his tongue and pulled his fingers free of his partner's twitching hole. He rolled a condom onto his shaft before he moved into position in the vee of Draco's thighs, guided his cock into place, and pressed into his partner's body.
Draco exhaled on a soft ah! and tipped his hips up, enabling Potter to penetrate more deeply on his next thrust. Draco would still rather swallow his own tongue than admit how much he enjoyed this, but as long as no one was asking, he saw nothing wrong with losing himself in the moment and allowing his body to experience the ultimate pleasure that sex with Potter could bring him. For that reason, Draco continued arching up to meet each of his partner's downward strokes until their bodies were moving together with the ease born of frequent shagging.
Harry marveled at the way he and Draco slid into rhythm so quickly. Just two short months ago, the sex had been awkward between them and Draco's reluctance to partner with him had added to their lack of synchronicity. It was gratifying to realize how far they'd come since then. Now, not only was the sex more enjoyable, but Harry also found himself enjoying his Slytherin partner's company. He only wished Draco would agree to spend more time with him. Harry's thoughts began to scatter as he lost himself in the simple act of shagging.
Draco was quickly approaching the culmination of his energetic coupling with Potter, and he reached between them to grasp his own cock and fist himself as best he could. The extra stimulation hurtled him over the edge, and he climaxed with a mad thrash of his hips and a loud cry of pleasure.
Harry paused in pursuit of his own orgasm to better appreciate Draco's. He loved the way his partner jolted beneath him and tightened around him in rippling contractions. When he could no longer resist the urge to thrust, Harry resumed pounding into Draco's slowly relaxing body until he, too, shouted in pleasure and twitched inside his partner during his release. "Brilliant," he sighed.