11. I Believe Muggles Call It 'A Booty Call'...
Draco Malfoy was 22 and a quarter years old. He kept track of the halves and quarter years now, as he was increasingly aware that he was no longer the youngest model in the industry. Occasionally he worked with boys as young as 17 on catwalk shows, and he sometimes caught himself feeling a little insecure.
He had no reason to be. At 22 and a quarter years old, Draco looked better than ever. He had signed a major contract deal with Magical Playmates Underwear slightly less than 12 months ago and since then he had taken great care over his diet and exercise routines, giving up meat and dairy products and working out at least 4 times a week. His efforts had paid off. He was leaner, stronger, his muscles more defined, but he was still very delicate and youthful looking. His skin was always immaculately clear and glowing even after late nights. Draco put this down to the 3 litres of water he drank every day.
He was on top form, and had the benefit of a couple of years experience of modelling behind him, meaning that he was confident and visually articulate in a way that he hadn't been when he first started. He had worked hard, especially over the last year, and it had been worth the work. Draco would have been the first to admit he had felt a little out of his depth when he signed the contract to become the face of the Magical Playmates range. However in his years of travelling Draco had developed the attitude of 'when someone offers you an opportunity, say 'yes' and figure out how you'll do it later.' That was exactly what he had done. At 22 and a quarter years old, Draco was at the top of his game. He was delightful, both to look at and to work with, and finally everyone in the wizarding fashion industry seemed to be realising it.
His first set of photographs for Magical Playmates had just been released and were taking the wizarding world by storm. It had been some time since a designer had created, and promoted so effectively, a range of such erotic designs for wizards to wear. As provocative and alluring as the sort of ranges designed for witches, these designs fused traditional styles with a playful, rule breaking twist. Draco had just about become accustomed to the fan mail, the attention from strangers in the street and the somewhat colourful unsolicited propositions he received on an almost daily basis.
Despite becoming a pin up boy for sexual expression and exploration, Draco personally had been experiencing something of a 'drought' in that area of his life. He had been very focused on his career of late and it had been over a year since he had last seen Albus. This was the longest time they had managed to go without seeing each other for quite some time. After the Christmas that Draco had spent with Dumbledore, they had fallen into a habit of arranging secret rendezvous during the school holidays when Albus could get away from Hogwarts for a few days at a time without anyone noticing.
However, Albus had come to realise that this habit was becoming counterproductive as he had never intended to keep Draco beholden to him. So, against his personal desires, he stopped their regular meetings. The autumn after Draco's 20th birthday had been the last time they had arranged a meeting. Draco had thrown himself hard into his work after that in an attempt to distract himself from the pain of missing Albus so terribly. Albus had done the same.
It wasn't until just after Draco's 21st birthday that they saw each other again, completely randomly this time. Albus was holidaying in Venice for the summer and Draco happened to be staying there, for only 3 days due to work commitments. It could have been fate, it could have been coincidence, Draco wasn't sure if he believed in either, but they chanced to be staying in the same hotel on the Lido. Draco preferred staying on the island as it was removed from the business of the centre of Venice, especially in the height of summer.
Whatever powers bought about this serendipitous circumstance, it could have been likened to a scene from classic literature as Albus sat reading in the hotel lobby one evening and chanced to glance up from his paper and catch sight of the beautiful blond boy across the room. In an enigmatic moment, their eyes met and they stared at each other in delighted disbelief.
Good intentions suddenly abandoned, they made the most of the three short days that Draco was in Venice, enjoying a perfect summer holiday romance. Nights of passion interspersed with days of sightseeing, gondola rides and lazy afternoons eating strawberries together on the beach.
But since then there had been nothing. No physical contact at least. There was never 'nothing'. Even when they did not see each other, there were always letters. Affectionate, caring letters passed between them regularly exchanging news and stories. Draco's postcards and notes from around the world warmed Albus's heart whenever he received them. Draco cherished every reply, especially in the moments when he felt rather alone, somewhere in the big wide world.
After 6 months away from Albus, Draco had begun to think maybe he should try dating. He went out with a couple of men, kissed one and went as far as fooling around with another. But his heart wasn't in it. He politely declined second dates, content as he was to fill his life with his friends and his career.
Albus Dumbledore had planned a quite summer. He had travelled extensively throughout his life, including in recent years. Regular short trips aboard to holiday destinations from which he would return happy and invigorated... Although with curiously few stories or souvenirs to share with his co-workers. This summer he had planned to content himself with a few gentle day trips into wizarding London and spending some relaxing weeks in his cottage. He was to retire from Hogwarts at the end of the following year, and there would be plenty of time for travel after that.
He had woken up late that morning and had breakfasted even later. It was well past mid day when he finally arrived in London, meeting up with his good friend, Roland Romestamo for a drink and some lunch in the Leaky Cauldron. They spent an enjoyable few hours talking and catching up with one another's news. By 3.30 Albus had to admit he had had one or two more butterbeers than he had intended. Roland left to return to his office, long lunch breaks being one of the perks of being his own boss. Albus decided, after the amount of butterbeer he had enjoyed that afternoon, aparation would be foolish. The knight bus was the only sensible option.
He strolled casually to the bus stop and found that, unsurprisingly, there was a queue. Two young witches, recent Hogwarts graduates, had clearly been on an extensive shopping trip and now waited, laden with bags, for a ride home. They greeted Albus politely before dissolving into giggles at having seen their old headmaster outside of school. Two elderly wizards also stood waiting for the bus. In their large robes and tall hats they completely obscured the end of the bus stop shelter and the poster which was displayed there. They greeted Dumbledore with respectful acknowledgement, recognising the great wizard, although they did not know him personally.
Albus's mind drifted in and out of the conversations happening around him. The young witches chattering about their recent purchases and what they planned to wear to go out that evening. The old wizards grumbling about the latest reports from the ministry and the behaviour of young people these days.
'...And that's just another example of it!' The greyer of the two announced, waving his hand towards the wall where a large poster was displayed.
The other nodded disapprovingly.
'Displaying an advert like that for all to see! I don't know what the world is coming to.' The grey wizard continued.
The two witches seemed to be highly amused by the conversation and the taller of the two, a rather precocious and outspoken young woman by the name of Astoria Greengrass, turned to the disapproving speakers and addressed them directly.
'There's nothing wrong with it in my opinion.' She said smartly, with a sassy confident smile. 'I don't suppose it would be a problem if it was a picture of a young witch in her underwear, would it?'
Astoria's friend looked shocked and somewhat in awe as she tried to hide her giggling. Albus smiled. He remembered admiring Miss Greengrass's spirit and activism when she was still at school.
The two wizards looked a little flustered and taken a back as Astoria looked at them with clear, bright eyes, awaiting a response.
'It's a disgrace. Witch or wizard.' One of them replied quickly.
Astoria smiled curtly with an expression that seemed to say 'bullshit'. Albus, who had caught her eye for a fraction of a second gave her an approving smile. He had not yet caught sight of the contentious image for himself, but could already sense that he favoured the liberal and open minded views of young Astoria, rather than the somewhat stuffy ideas held by the two old men.
The wizards continued to mutter to each other, now including in their discussion 'the brazen rudeness of young witches'. Astoria and her friend had distanced themselves slightly from the bus stop with audible comments of 'chauvinism' and 'stuck in the dark ages!'
The bus arrived and the two witches were first in line to get on. They did not hurry and took their time talking to the conductor, who was in no mood to rush them, enjoying their attention.
The two wizards stepped forward and at last Albus got a glimpse of the controversial poster.
He hoped his gasp was not loud enough to be heard as his eyes took in the image before him. Draco Malfoy. Yes, it was unmistakeably Draco. His little Draco, posing in an advert. The beautiful blond lay seductively across a white fur rug and Albus was instantly reminded of the rug in front of the fire in his cottage where he and Draco had spent so much time that one Christmas. Draco lay there, glancing back over his shoulder with a saucy playful look, his grey eyes smouldering, lined with a smudge of black eyeliner. The most instantly noticeable thing about the image was, of course, that Draco was practically naked. He wore underpants, and nothing more. The underpants themselves were hardly worth wearing as they left very little at all to the imagination. As Draco was posed laying on his stomach it was impossible to tell what the front of them was like, the back however was practically nonexistent. Rather than fabric to cover the wearers buttocks, the underpants consisted simply of a waistband and some strands of elastic which created a cage back effect over Draco's ass cheeks. The slogan in the corner of the poster read 'Be My Playmate'. Albus felt his temperature rise instantly. Draco looked amazing!
The two grumpy wizards had noticed his seemingly startled reaction and were keen to take it as an endorsement of their disapproval. If Albus Dumbledore didn't approve it certainly validated their judgement!
'Disgraceful, isn't it, Professor Dumbledore? What a way to advertise underwear!' The Grey wizard said, sure of his agreement.
Albus smiled at them both warmly and then looked back at the poster, hiding the fact that his pulse and heart rate were racing. He also noticed that Astoria and her friend had stopped talking and were keen to hear his response.
'Well, it certainly doesn't seem like you get much for your money.' He replied calmly. 'Unless of course the charming young model is included in the price. Then I would consider it to be an excellent deal. However, I doubt that is the case, don't you.'
It was worth such a risqué comment for the look of shock on their prudish old faces, and for the look of delight on Astoria's. Had she not already been on the bus she would probably have hugged Dumbledore, or at least high fived him.
'Come on then, gents!' The conductor called loudly. 'You getting on the bus or not?'
The grim pair moved towards the door but Dumbledore replied.
'No thank you, young man.' He said coolly. 'For I have just remembered some business I need to attend to while I'm in town.'
With that he turned and walked away in the direction of the wizarding world travel bureau on at the far end of Diagon Alley. Now, just where abouts in the world were those summer fashion shows being held...?
Rome was one of Draco's favourite cities and he had been delighted at the chance to spend some of the summer there working on catwalk shows. Magical Playmates were not showing designs, but were happy for Draco to work for other people, so long as it wasn't to model underwear. Draco found himself snapped up by a top of the range eveningwear designer who wanted to showcase a new line of dress robes. Nearly all black, and made from light fabrics, often with lace involved, the range was quite androgynous and contemporary. Draco liked it very much, and it was always easier to model in clothes he liked as it boosted his confidence if he felt good in them.
Draco strutted confidently down the catwalk in an elegant set of evening robes, his hair immaculately styled and his skin shimmering with an iridescent makeup charm which the stylist had applied. Draco rather liked it, and decided he would use it again himself. He tried hard to keep his mind focused. He was doing his job. It was his job to show these clothes to the best advantage. It wasn't about him, it was about the designs... However, it was almost impossible at these catwalk shows to avoid taking a sneaky glance at the audience each time you walked out. There were often very distinguished and important people in the audience and it always created a great buzz backstage amongst the models when a famous witch or wizard was in attendance.
Draco did his turn and hurried back to the dressing room to change. As usual he had very little change over time. Draco slipped on the top layer of a rather stunning black net robe with a jacket which fastened tightly at the waist and shimmered like the night sky when it caught the light. He was just in the process of buttoning up the front when his friend Jacinto, an Italian model, stuck his head over the top of the clothes rail behind which Draco was changing.
'Dray, baby! You'll never guess who's out front!'
'Yeah?' Draco grinned, snatching a bottle of water from Jacinto's hand and taking a drink. 'Tell me?'
'Albus Dumbledore.' Jascinto replied, snatching the water back. 'The most powerful wizard in the world! Who ever knew he was into fashion! I wonder if he's browsing for clothes or for a toy-boy?'
With that Jacinto flounced away to change and share the gossip with everyone else. It was a good thing he left when he did as he failed to notice that Draco was blushing furiously even through his makeup charms! Draco's stomach had flipped over and he thanked the gods he hadn't eaten yet that day because if he had he may have been sick with nerves. Albus was here!
Draco took a moment to steady himself and was almost late for his call. However beautiful he may have looked, he was nervous as hell walking out along the runway knowing Albus was out there! Draco had never fallen over or even so much as stumbled on the catwalk. He figured if he was ever going to, this would be when it would happen! Fortunately, he managed to keep on his feet and he saw Albus right away. Albus stood out in the crowd, his dignity and poise rivalling that of the most experienced models. He had an aura of serenity, but also of great power, around him and it drew the attentions of many in the room. Including Draco. Draco had almost forgotten how awe inspiring Dumbledore was. They had been so close and so intimate over the years he had almost forgotten just how magnificent Dumbledore seemed from a distance. Seeing him this way made Draco's heart flutter with nerves. It was hard to reconcile this imposing, revered person with the kindly man who Draco teased, laughed with, and shared a bed with.
Considering his nerves, Draco remained incredibly professional as he did his turn. The floaty and ethereal nature of the outfit seemed almost enhanced by the ever so slightly shy expression Draco wore as he inevitably made eye contact with Albus, who gave him a warm, wholehearted smile. Draco, who was supposed to maintain a 'far away, impassive' expression throughout the show, could not help but respond with the most fleeting flicker of a smile before shyly averting his eyes. For Albus, it was enough to let him know that Draco was glad to see him there.
After the show, Draco threw on his regular clothes; A pair of black, tight fitting jeans with many 'designer' rips in them. Black, Italian leather sandals and a black t-shirt with rolled up sleeves and a waistcoat worn over it. He looked casual but stylish. Sometimes he turned up for shows in his scruffiest, most uncoordinated clothes, purely for comfort. He was exceedingly glad he had made an effort to be chic today!
Working his way through the mingling crowd, he overheard gasps of 'that underwear model...' and 'the Playmates guy...' and 'looks ever so young in real life...' However, Draco was not really interested in processing what was being said. There was only one person he was hoping to talk to...
'Draco Malfoy.' A familiar voice resonated behind him.
Draco spun round. Famous up-and-coming supermodel he may well be, but in that moment he was a nervous, naughty 15 year old schoolboy all over again, his eyes wide and his adrenalin racing.
He smiled the instant that he set eyes on Dumbledore, who now that he was standing close to him, looked familiar, warm and friendly. Draco was somewhere between laughter and tears he was so glad to see Albus again.
'Albus!' He exclaimed, and they looked at each other for a second before falling into a friendly hug. Hugging was allowed at fashion events. And kissing on the cheeks, so they did that too. It was entirely inconspicuous.
'Draco, you look wonderfully well.' Albus complimented him. 'And I must say, you were doing a very good job up there showing all those clothes.'
Draco laughed and hid his face in his hand for a moment. Here was Albus Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard alive, complimenting him on his ability to walk back and forth in various items of clothing! Genuine compliment it most certainly was, but somehow Draco felt rather trivial in comparison to the great man.
'Hardly!' Draco laughed. 'All I do is walk about. I don't really do anything.'
'Nonsense.' Dumbledore replied. 'Your natural elegance might make it seem effortless, but you have a way of understanding the clothes, getting inside the designers intention and acting the part. That shy smile you did when you wore the floaty number, for example.'
'I only did that because I saw you.' Draco blushed as he realised that he and Dumbledore were still clasping hands and they should probably let go.
Albus smiled at him.
'What brings you here anyway?' Draco asked, his confidence returning.
'Can't an old man take an interest in fashion?' Albus replied.
'Did you come to see me?' Draco teased, feeling that familiar magnetic pull between them which left him with little doubt, this encounter would lead them to the same place it always did.
'Well, it seemed only right to come and congratulate you. I had only recently become aware of just how successful you have become.' Albus replied.
Draco read between the lines rather too well.
'You saw my underwear photos, didn't you?' He said coolly yet playfully.
Draco wasn't sure, but it was just possible that the greatest wizard in the world was blushing.
'I may have had a glance at them.' He replied calmly.
'You saw me posing almost naked and just couldn't keep away from me, is that it, Professor Dumbledore?' Draco grinned.
'I admit those photos may have inspired a certain desire for your company, yes.' Dumbledore admitted.
Draco gave him a seductive smile.
'Where are you staying?' He asked in a low voice.
'Hotel Albergo Del Senato.' Dumbledore replied. 'It's near the Pantheon...'
'I know.' Draco replied. 'I'm staying in the Hotel Abruzzi, just across the square.' He grinned.
'Really...?' Albus smiled.
'7.30?' Draco suggested nonchalantly.
'Room number 43.' Albus replied casually.
Draco nodded and without another word they discretely parted company and disappeared through the crowd in opposite directions.
Dusk was just beginning to fall as, wrapped in a sophisticated, full length coat, Draco crept out of his hotel and stole across the Piazza della Rotonda to Dumbledore's hotel. It was a little grander than the one where he was staying.
The woman at the desk, a muggle, looked puzzled when he asked for the key to room 43. Surely there was only one guest in 43? And it wasn't this pretty young man... was it...? The young man muttered a word she didn't recognise... Of course! There were two guests in 43, weren't there! She reminded herself. She did recognise this boy, he had checked out only a few hours before. How silly of her to forget! She handed Draco the spare room key.
Draco thanked her courteously, safe in the knowledge the memory charm he had used would wear off in a matter of hours and no harm would be done.
He hurried to room 43 and knocked gently before slipping the key into the lock and opening the door slowly. He smiled. Albus was waiting for him. Once he was inside, Draco shut the door and locked it securely, after placing the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the handle in the corridor.
Room 43 must certainly have been one of the best rooms in the hotel, possibly even the honeymoon suite, Draco thought. It was sumptuously decorated with elegant antique mahogany furniture and lavish blue and gold textiles. The carpet was thick and soft. Draco slipped his shoes off instinctively to feel it beneath his feet.
Dumbledore smiled warmly at him and handed him a champagne flute full of a fine sparkling Italian wine. Draco took a long sip before placing the glass down on the sideboard and moving close to Albus.
Albus took Draco in his arms pulling him into a passionate kiss and Draco readily yielded to his lips and his tongue. Draco held him tightly, his whole body euphoric. Nothing could feel more right than this. Even after a year of not seeing one another they seemed to fit together so perfectly. The beautiful contrast of Draco's youth and freshness and Albus's age and wisdom, they complimented each other in perfect harmony. Draco wondered just how it was that they have managed to keep apart for quite so long!
Dumbledore at last stopped kissing his beautiful young friend and stood back to look at him. He really was exquisite to look at!
Playfully, Draco took another sip of wine, maintaining flirtatious eye contact over the top of the glass.
'How long are you in town?' Draco asked.
'I can stay 3 nights.' Albus replied, unable to take his eyes of the beautiful creature before him.
'So, it's not just one night of passion you're after...?' Draco smiled seductively.
'I haven't come here to use you, Draco.' Albus assured him. 'I have come to see you. I have missed you. Genuinely. We don't even have to do anything if you don't...'
Draco cut him off with a disarming smiled and he said;
'Albus, we're past this, aren't we? I know you would never use me and I am old enough and mature enough to understand why it is that we try not to see each other sometimes. But we both know we can't fight this.'
'In my heart, I have never wanted to fight this.' Albus replied gently.
'I know.' Whispered Draco. He put down the wine glass. 'I want you so much, you know. Just like I always do.'
'I want you too.' Dumbledore admitted. 'Every day I want you. I must admit, those photos of you have done nothing to strengthen my resolve!'
Draco laughed.
'Well then... Tonight I'm all yours.' He said silkily. 'Whatever you want me to do, I'm here for you. However you want me, I'm your plaything and you can use me just however you like.' He gave a naughty almost snarling smile, his eyes flashing with raw need.
Draco was well and truly ready to act on a years worth of sexual frustrations and live out a fantasy with the one person he trusted enough to behave this way with.
'That's a very brave statement, Draco.' Dumbledore replied, sitting down on the edge of the luxurious bed. 'You know from past experience I often wear you out.' He teased.
Draco turned away and glanced back over his shoulder as he unfastened his coat.
'I can take it.' He replied. 'All night.' He added as he slowly slipped his coat off revealing that underneath he was wearing nothing but the cage back strappy underwear Albus had seen in the advert. It was a fantasy come true for both of them.
Draco let his coat fall to the floor and he sauntered over to Dumbledore seductively. He wanted to please him, wanted to thrill him, to devote the whole night to being his sex toy in whatever way Dumbledore wanted him. Draco could never have been like this with anyone else, especially in light of his growing fame. He was cautious about relationships, not quite trusting anyone not to gossip about him. He knew he was safe here. Safe to be as dirty as he wanted to be. Safe to live out his desires to be Albus's whore for the evening and to satisfy him in every way possible. Draco was confident Dumbledore wanted it, and would enjoy this game. Since Draco's rise to fame there were many in the wizarding world who would have given their wands for a night of hot sex with the gorgeous young model. Right now there was just one man who Draco would lavish such attentions on. Albus Dumbledore was the only man who Draco Malfoy would give himself to so completely.
Albus watched in awe as the beautiful boy sashayed over to him before leaning down, caressing his lined face and kissing him softly on the lips. Albus sighed contentedly. If Draco desperately wanted to work for him and please him this evening it would seem wrong to try to dissuade him! Perhaps it was Draco's way of showing his gratitude after all those nights at Hogwarts when Albus had had to work so hard to cope with Draco's bad behaviour? Whatever the reason, Dumbledore decided he could get to like this playful side of Draco!
Determined to show off his best features, Draco turned around so that Dumbledore could appreciate the extremely flattering design of the underwear Draco wore. Draco moved like liquid, flowingly and smoothly, twisting his slender hips, accentuating the curves of his ass cheeks. Albus ran his hands slowly down Draco's elegant back and over his peachy buttocks. How was it that every time they were together Draco seemed to have become more irresistible? Perhaps it was his confidence?
With a sexy sigh, Draco seated himself on Albus's lap and leant back against his body, tilting his head backwards and looking over his shoulder into Albus's face. Slowly he thrust his hips, working his gorgeous ass against Dumbledore's lap, feeling his cock becoming hard against him. Albus put his arms around Draco and caressed his chest. He flicked his hands casually over the boys nipples, and returned his thumbs and forefingers to them when Draco moaned needily. Dumbledore pinched and toyed with him, each flick and squeeze sending ripples of desire through Draco, his cock rigid.
Draco continued to writhe against Dumbledore in what was practically amounting to a lap dance. Slowly he worked his way lower and lower until he was on his knees on the floor. He turned to face Dumbledore and slipped between his legs. Glancing up at him, with a saucy lick of his lips, he began to unfasten Albus's robes wanting to get his hands on the rock solid dick beneath them. Throwing back the fabric that was in his way, Draco's perfectly manicured, soft hand reached for Dumbledore's erection and grasped the shaft firmly.
Draco leant forward, his weight on his knees and his free hand, curving his back and making sure that Albus, sitting above him, could still see the curve of his ass in the tiny, black underwear. It wasn't the easiest pose to hold, but it was the best way to suck cock and show himself off at the same time. He licked the length of Dumbledore's shaft causing him to shiver with pleasure, the physical sensations heightened by the ability to watch his sexy little courtesan as he performed his tricks.
Draco took Dumbledore's cock in his mouth and ran his tongue around the head, sucking lightly before pulling back and smiling a naughty smile. Sticking out his tongue, he pressed the tip of it to the slit and flicked over the hole over and over, licking up Albus's pre come hungrily. The intensity was almost too much to bare as Draco teased this sensitive spot with his wet, delicious tongue. Albus gripped the bed sheets beside him to steady himself.
Draco took the shaft back into his mouth and, concentrating on the basics, returned to a good, hard sucking technique for a while. Albus caressed his pretty blond hair, eventually gripping it tightly and encouraging Draco to take more and more of his length. At last, Draco gave a tiny distressed whimper, not feeling quite able to take the lengths being demanded of him. Albus smiled and kindly released his grip on the back of Draco's head. He would never force Draco to do anything! Draco wanted to tease him again and he ran his eager tongue from the head of his cock all the way down to the base, where he began to kiss, lick and suck keenly. Sensing what Draco wanted, and keen to encourage him, Dumbledore shifted his weight and lifted his hips slightly allowing Draco better access to his balls.
Draco cupped them in his hand first, fondling them, gently squeezing them and giving them a playful little tug before he started to work on them with his mouth. He began by working his lips on the sensitive spot between them, kissing and licking there, building up the intensity again before he took one in his mouth and sucked and teased before turning his attentions to the other for more of the same. It felt amazing to Albus who was torn between closing his eyes in ecstasy and wanting to watch every move his dirty little angel made!
Eventually Draco returned his focus to Albus's cock and he took it back into his mouth and began to suck hard, working up and down the length. He was not going to give up! Draco had said Dumbledore could use him in whatever way he wanted and he planned to live up to his claim. He was determined to do this, to take the whole of Dumbledore's impressive girth and length. Breathing steadily through his nose, Draco concentrated hard on relaxing his throat as he prepared himself knowing he would have to 'swallow' the end of Albus's cock to fit the length in. He focused hard and forced himself down onto the length. To his surprise, it was only difficult for a second. Once he had it right it felt almost completely natural and Draco wondered why he had never been able to do this before!
To Dumbledore it felt earth movingly good. Well endowed as he was, he had had very few lovers throughout his life who had been able to deep throat him. Draco was truly amazing. The tight grip of his throat muscles around the end of his cock was certainly going to take him over the edge after all of Draco's playful teasing! It did not matter, they had the whole night before them. Although usually Albus would make Draco come first, on this occasion he would indulge himself because he fully intended to make the little blond come hard after this! He gripped Draco's hair again and began to thrust his hips back and forth harder and harder. Draco steadied himself as Dumbledore fucked his face forcefully and he was somewhat relieved when he felt Albus tense for a second as he reached his climax. Draco readied himself and swallowed the thick spurts of come which shot down his throat.
Dizzy after such an intense orgasm, Albus relaxed back onto the bed and Draco took a moment to simply enjoy being able to breathe properly again. Albus extended his hand to help Draco up from his knees and Draco obediently accepted, standing up allowing Albus to take a good look at his body from the front. The sheer fabric of the underwear at the front did nothing to conceal Draco's erection. He had clearly enjoyed what he had just done!
Dumbledore kept hold of Draco's hand and with surprising strength he pulled him close, wrapping his arms around him, hands holding onto his ass cheeks.
'Well, you dirty little minx...' He said with a grin. 'It must be about time I got my hands on you, mustn't it?'
Draco blushed.
'However you want me, Albus.' He offered.
'I want you laying on your stomach, across the bed, just like you posed in that photograph. From the moment I saw it I have thought about nothing other than eating that sweet little ass.'
Draco blushed again. Albus wasn't the first man to make such a comment to him about that photo, but he was the first man who would be given the opportunity. Draco climbed onto the bed on his hands and knees, lowing himself slowly into the requested position. He glanced playfully over his shoulder.
'Like this?' He asked sweetly.
'Just like that.' Dumbledore affirmed, his eyes drinking in the delicious sight of Draco's ass, framed perfectly by the straps of his revealing underwear.
Dumbledore let his own robes fall to the floor and climbed onto the bed behind Draco, positioned between his slender legs. His strong, gnarled hands caressed Draco's cheeks lovingly, gently, appreciating the firmness and smoothness of him. With a contented sigh, Draco shifted slightly and Dumbledore lowered himself to Draco's ass, tracing his tongue along the crevice, gently flicking over Draco's hole.
Draco shivered with need. This was an act which he associated with great intimacy. In fact Dumbledore was the only person Draco had ever allowed to do this to him. Draco enjoyed it certainly, but it was something he felt a little nervous of. But he knew that Albus liked to do it and that was what tonight was all about!
Dumbledore buried his face in Draco's cheeks and his tongue probed deep into Draco's asshole. He sucked at Draco's ring, teasing him with his lips and Draco squirmed and giggled delightfully. It was such fun to do this to him! His musky warm taste, the lovely smooth skin of his ass cheeks and the delicately puckered ring of muscle between them, he was truly delicious in every way.
Draco's breathing was ragged. He wanted more. As enjoyable as this was it was, it was teasing and he longed, desperately, for the satisfying feeling of fullness that would come from being fucked. He wanted Albus's cock inside him, but he vowed to be patient, he was not calling the shots tonight. He relaxed into the pleasure that Albus was giving him.
Dumbledore pleasured Draco until he was hard again, achingly so, and ready to fuck the sweet boy senseless. He drew back from Draco's ass and Draco glanced back at him, playfully hoping to the Gods that he was ready.
Draco pushed himself up onto his knees, then to a sitting position, and then to standing up. He wanted to be in control again, wanted to please. Taking the lead, he took hold of Albus's hand and encouraged him to sit on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. Like this Draco could be on top, could ride him and pleasure him dutifully.
Draco smiled as he climbed onto his lovers lap, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. Albus held his narrow waist and stroked his smooth skin softly, his cock longing to be inside him. Draco carefully angled himself over the head of it and let it press against his entrance. He whispered a lubrication charm and pressed his weight down, pushing Albus's shaft deep inside himself. He closed his eyes and gasped with deep satisfaction as the complete length filled him, stretching him wide and satisfying him in the way that only Albus could! Their union was complete.
Breathing heavily, eyes shining with exhilaration, Draco thrust his hips back and forth, riding Albus like a stallion, savouring the deep thrills he had missed so much, crying out each time Albus's cock hit his sweet spot full force. Albus steadied the boy with one strong hand and with the other he gripped bed sheets, screwing his eyes shut from time to time as he lost himself in his own pleasure. Draco worked like a slut, working his ass up and down on Dumbledore's erection, satisfying a hunger for cock which had gone unsatisfied for too long! He flicked his hair back, holding Albus's shoulders tightly and fucking like there was no tomorrow. Albus had almost forgotten just how fiery and passionate a lover Draco was! Albus knew he could satisfy the boy, but hoped that in doing so he hadn't spoiled him too much. When Draco eventually found a partner to spend his life with, it would have to be someone who could keep up with him in the bedroom!
At last it was time to reward Draco's efforts. Albus, who was approaching climax, cast a lubrication charm over his hand and took a firm hold of Draco's cock. Draco gasped with delight as Dumbledore began to tug him in time with his thrusts. Draco would come quickly. He knew he would. In glorious harmony, Draco and Albus climaxed together, Draco's come covering Albus's hand, the tensing of his body pushing Albus to orgasm inside him. Hot, sweaty and breathless, they flopped into an embrace before relaxing into a reclining position.
Face to face, smiling intensely and kissing one another lightly, they wordlessly told each other just how wonderful it was to be reunited, over and over again. They stayed awake late into the night, making love two more times before they eventually fell asleep.
Sunlight was already streaming through the curtains when Draco's eyes gently fluttered open the next morning. He had fallen asleep with his head resting on Dumbledore's chest, Dumbledore's arm around him. He must have turned over in the night because he awoke, still in Albus's embrace, but now Albus held him tightly from behind. For a moment, Draco felt blissful, warm, safe and relaxed. He sighed contentedly.
Suddenly he panicked. What time was it? He would be in so much trouble if he missed his show! How would he ever explain himself, and what would happen if anyone found out where he had been...? He sat up and his eyes frantically sought out the clock. 7.15am. Grateful and relieved, he flopped back down again against the pillow and returned to the blissful feeling.
'Good morning, Draco.' Albus whispered softly in his ear. He had clearly been woken by Draco's momentary panic.
'Good morning.' Draco smiled bashfully, snuggling back into Albus's embrace almost instinctively. 'I'm sorry I woke you, I just panicked about what time it was.'
'Oh, it's still early.' Albus assured Draco with a string of tender kisses along his neck. 'I promise I won't make you late for work.'
Draco giggled.
'Although I fear you may be cross with me about those bite marks I appear to have left on your neck last night...' Albus said with concern.
'What?' Draco sat upright again, jumped out of bed and hurried to the mirror. He gasped. His neck was purple with love bites!
'Oh Gods!' Draco exclaimed, panic returning. He pawed at his neck frantically. 'I'm going to have to get hold of a healing potion this morning! I'm going to be in so much trouble!'
Albus smiled and slowly slipped out of bed and sauntered to Draco. He stood behind him looking at him in the mirror.
Ever so gently, Dumbledore pressed the tips of his fingers over the bruises on Draco's neck and whispered a word which Draco did not recognise. Draco felt a strange tingle run through him, intensifying at the points where Albus's fingers made contact with his flesh. When Dumbledore lifted his fingers, the bruises had vanished and Draco's skin was a pure and pale as ever.
Wide eyes and mouth open, Draco stared at Dumbledore in amazement. He had never encountered a healing spell like that before!
'How... how did you do that?' He asked, a wide smile appearing on his face.
'Ah, I'm sorry, my dear Draco.' Albus replied. 'That spell is one of my little secrets.' He grinned. 'But now that you have no need to worry about finding a healing potion, perhaps you will come back to bed?'
Draco turned to face him and smiled as Albus pulled him into his arms, kissing the top of his head softly.
'I'm not going to let you get into trouble, Draco.' He assured. 'I will always take care of you, you know that.'
Draco squeezed him tightly and then allowed himself to be led back to the soft, inviting bed.
There was something beautiful about simply laying together, simply being beside one another, Albus stroking Draco's fair hair and Draco holding him close and caressing his back in a leisurely fashion. These tender, relaxed moments of intimacy were as important as the moments of red hot passion. Enjoyable in different ways, one experience enhanced the other. Draco felt that he could lay this way with Albus forever. If only every morning of his life could be as perfect as this!
After some time, cuddled under the blankets and relaxed once more, Draco found himself on the verge of giggling as he thought about the situation they found themselves in.
'Albus, did you really come all the way to Rome just to see me?' He asked with a grin.
'I have always liked the city...' Dumbledore replied. 'However, I would be lying if I said I had come here for any reason other than to see you, on this occasion.'
Draco blushed, deeply flattered. Then he asked;
'And you wanted to see me so badly because you had seen my photos...?'
It was Dumbledore's turn to blush.
'I admit they had something to do with it.' He confessed.
'So...' Said Draco, playfully. 'You saw some pictures and thought I looked hot, and then travelled half way across Europe to get me into bed?' He smiled, on the verge of laughing.
'Such disgraceful behaviour for a man of my age!' Albus remarked in response.
'I believe it's what muggles call a 'booty call'.' Draco continued slyly, as he climbed up onto Dumbledore's lap, wrapping his arms around his neck.
'Really? How very crass!' Dumbledore remarked, retaining his mock-impassive expression whilst holding Draco's waist tightly and moving toward him to kiss him.
'Oh, I think it's alright under the circumstances...' Draco replied between kisses. 'After all, we know each other very well... It's not like this is ... a one night stand...'
'Certainly not! I plan to stay the full three nights!' Dumbledore affirmed, all the time hugging and kissing his young lover.
Draco stroked his fingers affectionately through Albus's hair and beard.
'So, not a one night stand then... We are more like 'friends with benefits' I suppose...' Draco mused teasingly.
Albus caressed Draco's face softly and suddenly was still, looking into Draco's deep grey eyes. The mood of the conversation changed in a heartbeat from light and teasing to intense and meaningful.
'We are so much more than that, my dear, sweet Draco!' He whispered sincerely. 'I'm not sure there's a way to define exactly what we are. We are just us. And we are more than can be put into words.' He concluded softly.
Draco paused, frozen with emotion. He smiled a happy, yet slightly bittersweet smile.
'Yes.' He agreed simply.
From then on, kissing way a better way to express feelings than talking could ever have been. Kissing lead the way it always did, and after a morning of passion, Draco was almost late for his show. Almost.
He laughed off the banter from his work mates, who had correctly guessed why he had been absent from breakfast and the gym that morning. Of course, they had not guessed who he had been with and Draco gave them no clues. Work was fast paced and demanding but all day Draco simply longed for the moment when he could get back to Albus's hotel room that evening.
Throughout the day, Draco's mind returned to Albus's comment... 'We are just us. And we are more than can be put into words.' It haunted him because it was true. There really was no way to define what there was between Albus and himself.
He and Albus were not a couple. They never had been, yet somehow, somehow they both felt, at times, like they were. Back at Hogwarts, Draco had simply wanted a fling and some fun. Albus had wanted to help and guide a wayward student. Both had got this wish and more besides. Words went unsaid between them, emotions un-verbalised. Perhaps because there was no need to speak them. Albus and Draco both knew how they felt about each other. They could talk to each other about anything and everything, but there were three little words which they never dared say out loud. They didn't need to. Deep down, they both knew.
They spent 3 ecstatic nights together and parted company as affectionate friends. They agreed to write to each other, as they always did, but made no concrete plans to meet up again at a certain time or place. As always, Albus reminded Draco he was always welcome to come to Hogsmede View if he wanted or needed to, but assured him that he was not obliged or committed to do so. He was free to live his life and meet someone new if it felt right. Draco rolled his eyes and laughed. He wasn't interested in meeting anyone else and he was too busy for that nonsense anyway! Albus smiled and told Draco not to dismiss the idea, he was young and had his life to lead.
Secretly, Albus chastised himself for the fact that part of him was happy that Draco didn't want to be with anyone else. He liked the idea that Draco wanted only him. Yet, in his heart he knew, this was the line he was not allowed to cross. He was not allowed to 'keep' Draco as his own. Draco was not his.
He insisted yet again that Draco was free and Draco reluctantly nodded, with no intention of looking for anyone. They parted ways, both secretly assuming that in another six months they were sure to meet up again for a similar reunion as this one, be in planned or accidental. In six months time it was bound to happen. It always did. Albus wouldn't allow himself to plan it, but he was sure it would happen.
Three months later Albus received a letter from Draco telling him he had fallen in love with a Quidditch player by the name of Fabian Eversole.
