Disclaimer: Still don't own anything. It's kind of like playing chess with
someone else's set, this fanfic stuff. You don't own the pieces; you just
move them to suit you.
Warning: Naughty naughty words, male sex, VERY adult themes. If you're not old enough or don't like this kind of thing, why the hell are you reading it?
Chapter 5.
Draco woke to the sound of Harry heaving in the bathroom. He rolled over to block out the noise, and fell off the couch with a heavy thud.
"Shit." He muttered, dragging himself back up, and snuggling into his blankets again. Sleep would not come, however, and he lay awake listening as Harry made his way out of the bathroom and back to bed, evidently with his eyes closed by the sounds of things crashing around him. Draco sighed and sat up. Memories of the previous day flooded back to him, and he felt the hair on his arms prick up with indignation. How dare their friends not support what they wanted to do? What right did they have to think it was all about the sex for him and Harry? Draco smiled to himself, despite his anger. True, the sex was fantastic, how could sex with Harry not be? Yet there was more than that, a bond that could not be broken. True, undying love. Draco sighed as he stood up. Oh well, he thought. Can't change the way they feel, there's no use getting worked up about it. He glanced over at Harry, whose head was shoved underneath some pillows in an attempt to block out the morning sunlight. Draco chuckled slightly.
"Caffe Corpuloto." He muttered, and two cups of strong black coffee appeared on the table. Picking one up, he stalked over to the bed, leaning over to shake Harry slightly with his free hand.
"Coffee, my love. Nice and fresh. Good for. headaches."
"No. Don't.want any.thing. Go 'way."
Draco chuckled. "Ok, dear. I'll leave it here if you change your mind." Draco set the coffee cup back down on the table, and pointing his wand at it, muttered something. He then drank his own cup quickly, and dressing just as fast, left the rooms, intent on going for a walk.
Harry rolled over and looked blearily at the coffee sitting on the table near him. The man was right, he thought. Coffee did help. He had made it for Draco enough times to know that it at least got you up out of bed, which was more than Harry was feeling capable of at the moment. He got up and stumbled over to the table. Bringing the cup to his lips, he sipped slowly. He could feel energy slowly flowing to his limbs, and downing the rest of the cup, made his way to the shower.
Draco prowled around the corridors impatiently. It was over two hours since he had left Harry, and yet by the look of the stolen Marauders Map, Harry had not yet left the rooms. But wait, the little labelled dot indicating Harry's presence began to make it's way out of his rooms and down the corridor next to the one Draco was in. Draco looked to his left and saw, amazingly, the Room of Requirement. Empty Storeroom, empty storeroom, thought Draco urgently. Empty storeroom. He yanked the door open and disappeared inside, just as Harry rounded the corner.
Harry swept along the hallway, intent on finding Draco. He payed no attention as the door near him opened but as he passed it a strong arm reached out and pulled him inside. Harry felt lips be pressed against his in a firm kiss, Draco's tongue demanding entrance to his mouth. But Harry pulled away.
"You prick. You put something in my coffee, didn't you? I've been hot as.." But Draco's voice cut him off.
"Hush now Harry," The voice was low and sexy, but hard in a way that made Harry's knees shake. "I've wanted you so much, my sexy little bitch, ever since you got so angry yesterday. But your. decision to get so intoxicated meant I had to wait. And now you need to learn your lesson.."
Harry grew hard at the promise, and when Draco's lips found his and he felt a tongue deep inside his mouth he felt himself tighten even more.
"Mmm, Draco." He murmured when their soft lips finally parted.
"No. That will not do." Draco stepped back immediately, removing the heat that Harry was enjoying so much, causing him to open his mouth in protest. But Draco cut him off. "There are rules now, Professor Potter. Rules that you must obey, or certain activities will be ceased immediately. Understand?"
Harry swallowed and nodded. Draco's eyes were cold, but full of fire at the same time.
"Rule number one; You are not to say anything. Sighs of. pleasure, moaning and screaming will be accepted, and I do expect to hear them. But no words, be they demanding or otherwise, will be tolerated. Rule number two: I am king. You worship me. And rule number three, no touching anything. To help with this." Draco pulled his wand out of hi pocket, muttered something and Harry instantly felt his hands being tied behind his back. He opened his mouth to protest, but Draco reached out and placed a finger over his lips. "No, my love. That would be breaking the rules. We wouldn't want to be doing that now, would we? Especially seeing as you're so eager." Draco's eyes were trailing down Harry's body and came to rest on the arousal that was quite obvious underneath Harry's trousers. Draco felt himself go hard as he stepped closer to Harry and reached out with one hand to rub Harry's crotch. Harry sighed at the touch, and pressed himself closer to Draco.
"What was that, Harry?" Draco teased. "You want me to touch you. stroke you until you can't bear it anymore? Then maybe I'll take you in my mouth and swallow everything you give? After that I'll fuck you so deep you get hard again, and you'll come all over again. Is that what you wanted to say?"
Harry nodded desperately, his eyes full of tears at the thought of Draco doing those things to him.
"Well then, we'll see what we can do." Draco ran a hand from Harry's mouth to the top of his trousers, and slowly undid the button, and slid the zipper down. Harry wriggled his hips in an attempt to have the trousers slip down further, but Draco was already there, pushing those, and his boxer, down to his knees.
Draco let his eyes rest upon Harry's now weeping erection. "Beautiful." He whispered. "Did anyone ever tell you what a beautiful cock you have, Harry? How much they wanted to touch it. suck on it?"
Harry whimpered as Draco ran a finger down the length of his arousal, lightly brushing his sac, and then brought it up to the tip again. Draco suddenly grasped him firmly, and began to run one had up and down his length while the other hand alternated between playing with his testicles and teasing the slit, which was now quite slick with pre-come.
Harry could feel himself start to thrust into Draco's hand as Draco placed more pressure on his downward strokes, but too soon Draco pulled away. Harry moaned, but when he saw Draco's hands reach for the blonde's belt buckle he licked his lips at what he knew was coming next. Harry dropped to his knees in front of Draco and took him all the way into his mouth, until he could feel him against the back of his throat. Draco's eyelids fluttered and his head rolled back as his entire cock was surrounded in warmth.
"I know I said I would be doing thins to you, Harry dear, but I do believe you were born to do this to me. Your sexy little mouth, the way it stretches to have me. Those big green eyes, everything about you was made to pleasure me, wasn't it? You may nod, Harry."
Harry nodded, with the entire length of Draco in his mouth, which caused his throat muscles to tighten around him. Draco gasped and reached a hand down to Harry's head, forcing him into a rhythm. Harry pulled and released Draco, whilst Draco's pushes became more insistent, and he began thrusting his hips to fuck Harry's mouth harder.
"Ooooh, yes Harry. there. Come on, harder. ahh, feels good." Draco could feel himself building towards climax, and grabbing Harry's hair pulled him off. Harry's eyes once again turned beseeching, like a little puppy.
"You can't make me feel guilty, you little slut." Draco whispered, pulling Harry to his feet. "I have a better use for you."
Draco knelt down and pulled Harry's shoes, socks, trousers and boxers off him and threw them away.
"I'm going to untie you now, you may not touch yourself. Understand? You are still not allowed to talk."
Draco untied Harry's hands and pushed him up against the wall. Draco fumbled around in his pockets for a second before pulling out a tube of lubricant. He coated his fingers and slid one around to Harry's opening as Harry wrapped one leg around him. Draco pushed his finger through the initial resistance and felt Harry sigh against his neck. Draco added another finger and began to stretch Harry slowly. Another finger joined the first two, and Draco began to search for the gland which would surely please Harry. Harry moaned as his fingers brushed the spot, and Draco smiled and withdrew. Draco grabbed Harry's other leg and wrapped it around his waist, supporting Harry's weight between himself and the wall. With one slick move, he entered Harry, and paused for a moment to catch his breath.
Harry wriggled his hips to encourage Draco to move, and all of a sudden Draco began to thrust, pushing in and out of Harry relentlessly. Harry's mouth moved to form an 'O' shape, and Draco grinned. He continued thrusting, pushing Harry harder and harder against the wall each time. Harry pushed his hips forwards to meet the thrusts, and soon both men were shouting in unison.
All to soon Draco came, filling Harry with his seed, and the sensation drove Harry over the edge as well. The two men slid down to the floor, Draco still inside Harry who was sitting on his thighs.
"You can speak now." Draco whispered, and Harry chuckled.
"Draco, that was. fucking amazing! You are a god!"
Draco kissed Harry gently. "You liked it? Being called a bitch, a slut?"
"Hell yes. I'm your slut, Draco, you better believe it. And I know you didn't mean it in a nasty way. Um, is this the room of requirement?"
Draco chuckled. "Sure is. Come on, we better leave before someone finds us."
The two men stood up and fixed themselves up quickly, Harry took Draco's hand as the walked towards the door. The door opened, and they were both blinded temporarily by the light. After Harry had blinked a few times, he saw with a shock who were standing in front of him. Snape and Dumbledore. And by the looks on their faces, they had heard the session that had just happened. Dumbledore shook his head and motioned for them to follow him. Unclasping their hands and bowing their heads like naughty schoolboys, they followed. Snape had never looked happier.
Warning: Naughty naughty words, male sex, VERY adult themes. If you're not old enough or don't like this kind of thing, why the hell are you reading it?
Chapter 5.
Draco woke to the sound of Harry heaving in the bathroom. He rolled over to block out the noise, and fell off the couch with a heavy thud.
"Shit." He muttered, dragging himself back up, and snuggling into his blankets again. Sleep would not come, however, and he lay awake listening as Harry made his way out of the bathroom and back to bed, evidently with his eyes closed by the sounds of things crashing around him. Draco sighed and sat up. Memories of the previous day flooded back to him, and he felt the hair on his arms prick up with indignation. How dare their friends not support what they wanted to do? What right did they have to think it was all about the sex for him and Harry? Draco smiled to himself, despite his anger. True, the sex was fantastic, how could sex with Harry not be? Yet there was more than that, a bond that could not be broken. True, undying love. Draco sighed as he stood up. Oh well, he thought. Can't change the way they feel, there's no use getting worked up about it. He glanced over at Harry, whose head was shoved underneath some pillows in an attempt to block out the morning sunlight. Draco chuckled slightly.
"Caffe Corpuloto." He muttered, and two cups of strong black coffee appeared on the table. Picking one up, he stalked over to the bed, leaning over to shake Harry slightly with his free hand.
"Coffee, my love. Nice and fresh. Good for. headaches."
"No. Don't.want any.thing. Go 'way."
Draco chuckled. "Ok, dear. I'll leave it here if you change your mind." Draco set the coffee cup back down on the table, and pointing his wand at it, muttered something. He then drank his own cup quickly, and dressing just as fast, left the rooms, intent on going for a walk.
Harry rolled over and looked blearily at the coffee sitting on the table near him. The man was right, he thought. Coffee did help. He had made it for Draco enough times to know that it at least got you up out of bed, which was more than Harry was feeling capable of at the moment. He got up and stumbled over to the table. Bringing the cup to his lips, he sipped slowly. He could feel energy slowly flowing to his limbs, and downing the rest of the cup, made his way to the shower.
Draco prowled around the corridors impatiently. It was over two hours since he had left Harry, and yet by the look of the stolen Marauders Map, Harry had not yet left the rooms. But wait, the little labelled dot indicating Harry's presence began to make it's way out of his rooms and down the corridor next to the one Draco was in. Draco looked to his left and saw, amazingly, the Room of Requirement. Empty Storeroom, empty storeroom, thought Draco urgently. Empty storeroom. He yanked the door open and disappeared inside, just as Harry rounded the corner.
Harry swept along the hallway, intent on finding Draco. He payed no attention as the door near him opened but as he passed it a strong arm reached out and pulled him inside. Harry felt lips be pressed against his in a firm kiss, Draco's tongue demanding entrance to his mouth. But Harry pulled away.
"You prick. You put something in my coffee, didn't you? I've been hot as.." But Draco's voice cut him off.
"Hush now Harry," The voice was low and sexy, but hard in a way that made Harry's knees shake. "I've wanted you so much, my sexy little bitch, ever since you got so angry yesterday. But your. decision to get so intoxicated meant I had to wait. And now you need to learn your lesson.."
Harry grew hard at the promise, and when Draco's lips found his and he felt a tongue deep inside his mouth he felt himself tighten even more.
"Mmm, Draco." He murmured when their soft lips finally parted.
"No. That will not do." Draco stepped back immediately, removing the heat that Harry was enjoying so much, causing him to open his mouth in protest. But Draco cut him off. "There are rules now, Professor Potter. Rules that you must obey, or certain activities will be ceased immediately. Understand?"
Harry swallowed and nodded. Draco's eyes were cold, but full of fire at the same time.
"Rule number one; You are not to say anything. Sighs of. pleasure, moaning and screaming will be accepted, and I do expect to hear them. But no words, be they demanding or otherwise, will be tolerated. Rule number two: I am king. You worship me. And rule number three, no touching anything. To help with this." Draco pulled his wand out of hi pocket, muttered something and Harry instantly felt his hands being tied behind his back. He opened his mouth to protest, but Draco reached out and placed a finger over his lips. "No, my love. That would be breaking the rules. We wouldn't want to be doing that now, would we? Especially seeing as you're so eager." Draco's eyes were trailing down Harry's body and came to rest on the arousal that was quite obvious underneath Harry's trousers. Draco felt himself go hard as he stepped closer to Harry and reached out with one hand to rub Harry's crotch. Harry sighed at the touch, and pressed himself closer to Draco.
"What was that, Harry?" Draco teased. "You want me to touch you. stroke you until you can't bear it anymore? Then maybe I'll take you in my mouth and swallow everything you give? After that I'll fuck you so deep you get hard again, and you'll come all over again. Is that what you wanted to say?"
Harry nodded desperately, his eyes full of tears at the thought of Draco doing those things to him.
"Well then, we'll see what we can do." Draco ran a hand from Harry's mouth to the top of his trousers, and slowly undid the button, and slid the zipper down. Harry wriggled his hips in an attempt to have the trousers slip down further, but Draco was already there, pushing those, and his boxer, down to his knees.
Draco let his eyes rest upon Harry's now weeping erection. "Beautiful." He whispered. "Did anyone ever tell you what a beautiful cock you have, Harry? How much they wanted to touch it. suck on it?"
Harry whimpered as Draco ran a finger down the length of his arousal, lightly brushing his sac, and then brought it up to the tip again. Draco suddenly grasped him firmly, and began to run one had up and down his length while the other hand alternated between playing with his testicles and teasing the slit, which was now quite slick with pre-come.
Harry could feel himself start to thrust into Draco's hand as Draco placed more pressure on his downward strokes, but too soon Draco pulled away. Harry moaned, but when he saw Draco's hands reach for the blonde's belt buckle he licked his lips at what he knew was coming next. Harry dropped to his knees in front of Draco and took him all the way into his mouth, until he could feel him against the back of his throat. Draco's eyelids fluttered and his head rolled back as his entire cock was surrounded in warmth.
"I know I said I would be doing thins to you, Harry dear, but I do believe you were born to do this to me. Your sexy little mouth, the way it stretches to have me. Those big green eyes, everything about you was made to pleasure me, wasn't it? You may nod, Harry."
Harry nodded, with the entire length of Draco in his mouth, which caused his throat muscles to tighten around him. Draco gasped and reached a hand down to Harry's head, forcing him into a rhythm. Harry pulled and released Draco, whilst Draco's pushes became more insistent, and he began thrusting his hips to fuck Harry's mouth harder.
"Ooooh, yes Harry. there. Come on, harder. ahh, feels good." Draco could feel himself building towards climax, and grabbing Harry's hair pulled him off. Harry's eyes once again turned beseeching, like a little puppy.
"You can't make me feel guilty, you little slut." Draco whispered, pulling Harry to his feet. "I have a better use for you."
Draco knelt down and pulled Harry's shoes, socks, trousers and boxers off him and threw them away.
"I'm going to untie you now, you may not touch yourself. Understand? You are still not allowed to talk."
Draco untied Harry's hands and pushed him up against the wall. Draco fumbled around in his pockets for a second before pulling out a tube of lubricant. He coated his fingers and slid one around to Harry's opening as Harry wrapped one leg around him. Draco pushed his finger through the initial resistance and felt Harry sigh against his neck. Draco added another finger and began to stretch Harry slowly. Another finger joined the first two, and Draco began to search for the gland which would surely please Harry. Harry moaned as his fingers brushed the spot, and Draco smiled and withdrew. Draco grabbed Harry's other leg and wrapped it around his waist, supporting Harry's weight between himself and the wall. With one slick move, he entered Harry, and paused for a moment to catch his breath.
Harry wriggled his hips to encourage Draco to move, and all of a sudden Draco began to thrust, pushing in and out of Harry relentlessly. Harry's mouth moved to form an 'O' shape, and Draco grinned. He continued thrusting, pushing Harry harder and harder against the wall each time. Harry pushed his hips forwards to meet the thrusts, and soon both men were shouting in unison.
All to soon Draco came, filling Harry with his seed, and the sensation drove Harry over the edge as well. The two men slid down to the floor, Draco still inside Harry who was sitting on his thighs.
"You can speak now." Draco whispered, and Harry chuckled.
"Draco, that was. fucking amazing! You are a god!"
Draco kissed Harry gently. "You liked it? Being called a bitch, a slut?"
"Hell yes. I'm your slut, Draco, you better believe it. And I know you didn't mean it in a nasty way. Um, is this the room of requirement?"
Draco chuckled. "Sure is. Come on, we better leave before someone finds us."
The two men stood up and fixed themselves up quickly, Harry took Draco's hand as the walked towards the door. The door opened, and they were both blinded temporarily by the light. After Harry had blinked a few times, he saw with a shock who were standing in front of him. Snape and Dumbledore. And by the looks on their faces, they had heard the session that had just happened. Dumbledore shook his head and motioned for them to follow him. Unclasping their hands and bowing their heads like naughty schoolboys, they followed. Snape had never looked happier.