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Harry giggled at the cleverness of his little trick. He had seen the look on Draco's face, and knew what it meant. Malfoy had come in the Great Hall, in the middle of all of his friends, just by watching a Gryffindor eat ice cream. It was priceless.
Making his way up to the common room, Harry made a stop at the library to get a book that he needed for his homework. He hadn't really wanted to write the report for Potions, but he would rather do it now while Draco was recuperating from the scene at dinner. Harry didn't want to waste a single moment of time on his homework if he could be with the Slytherin. Strange how a Gryffindor and a Slytherin could ever be together. They're mortal enemies. And Harry and Draco were the prime example. How they had become lovers was still a mystery to Harry, but he didn't argue with it. Things with Draco were far too enjoyable to trivialize like that.
By the time Harry reached the tower, he was aching for Draco, not having been able to think about anything else since dinner. He stood before the portrait of the Fat Lady, preparing to say the password when he felt something hard rubbing along his buttocks.
A sigh escaped his lips as he arched back to increase the pressure pushing on him. However, the object pulled away. Harry tried to turn, but two hands held him in place, tightly holding onto his hips.
"You've been a bad boy. You should learn how to behave in public," a soft voice whispered in the Gryffindor's ear, followed by a lick and a nibble.
Harry simply melted, falling back on the person holding him.
"Now, are you ready to learn how to act?"
The dark-haired boy could only moan his agreement. Harry was amazed how much that soft, seductive voice drove him wild. Just a few whispered words and he was putty.
"That's a good boy. Are you going to give yourself over to me? Are you going to do everything I say?"
Another soft groan and arch, then Harry could feel himself being pushed along corridors, into a dark room he hadn't even known existed. Once again, the hard arousal presented itself to Harry's backside, making him squirm in anticipation.
"Do you like that?"
Suddenly the hands on Harry's hips were holding him still.
"Answer me."
The Golden Boy barely managed, "Yes."
"Good. Now lie down on the floor. Put your hands above your head and spread your legs out. Keep your eyes on me, and don't move," Draco softly commanded.
Harry did as he was told, never taking his eyes off the blonde's eyes. Lying down as he was, his arousal was painfully evident, and the Slytherin smirked as he watched it grow by the second.
Music began to creep into his head, piercing the cloudy veil that had shrouded his thoughts when Draco first touched him. Something slow, but with a steady beat. Steady enough for Draco to seductively move to the rhythm.
Harry's breath came in shallow gasps as he watched his former nemesis slowly strip for him. The erotic dance was arousing enough, but the Boy Who Lived couldn't seem to inhale when Draco first touched himself. Lightly teasing his own nipple, and watching Harry's reaction.
The boy lying on the floor finally realized why Draco had told him not to move; Harry had never had such an urge to pleasure himself as he had at that instant. Watching the Slytherin continue to move, revealing more skin, and bringing himself to climax was too much for anyone to handle.
Eyes glued on the now free arousal, Harry's body writhed of its own volition. His hips arched up seeking contact with Draco's erection.
Draco simply shook his head while keeping his left hand on his nipple and his right hand on his penis. His nipple was pebbled due to the constant rubbing, pinching, and twisting. Each slight movement making the blonde arch up.
Using his right index finger, he massaged the tip of his arousal, spreading the precum over the end. Then he let his hand run down the length to the base and back. Stroke after stroke.
Harry couldn't take it anymore. Without even touching himself, he felt his climax seize him. As his shudders subsided, all he could see was Draco's pleased grin. One quick glance down showed that Draco had also climaxed, as evidenced by the white liquid covering his hand.
"Ready for the next lesson?" the arrogant voice interrupted the silence.
Grinning, Harry answered, "Yes, but this one, I'll teach."
Harry giggled at the cleverness of his little trick. He had seen the look on Draco's face, and knew what it meant. Malfoy had come in the Great Hall, in the middle of all of his friends, just by watching a Gryffindor eat ice cream. It was priceless.
Making his way up to the common room, Harry made a stop at the library to get a book that he needed for his homework. He hadn't really wanted to write the report for Potions, but he would rather do it now while Draco was recuperating from the scene at dinner. Harry didn't want to waste a single moment of time on his homework if he could be with the Slytherin. Strange how a Gryffindor and a Slytherin could ever be together. They're mortal enemies. And Harry and Draco were the prime example. How they had become lovers was still a mystery to Harry, but he didn't argue with it. Things with Draco were far too enjoyable to trivialize like that.
By the time Harry reached the tower, he was aching for Draco, not having been able to think about anything else since dinner. He stood before the portrait of the Fat Lady, preparing to say the password when he felt something hard rubbing along his buttocks.
A sigh escaped his lips as he arched back to increase the pressure pushing on him. However, the object pulled away. Harry tried to turn, but two hands held him in place, tightly holding onto his hips.
"You've been a bad boy. You should learn how to behave in public," a soft voice whispered in the Gryffindor's ear, followed by a lick and a nibble.
Harry simply melted, falling back on the person holding him.
"Now, are you ready to learn how to act?"
The dark-haired boy could only moan his agreement. Harry was amazed how much that soft, seductive voice drove him wild. Just a few whispered words and he was putty.
"That's a good boy. Are you going to give yourself over to me? Are you going to do everything I say?"
Another soft groan and arch, then Harry could feel himself being pushed along corridors, into a dark room he hadn't even known existed. Once again, the hard arousal presented itself to Harry's backside, making him squirm in anticipation.
"Do you like that?"
Suddenly the hands on Harry's hips were holding him still.
"Answer me."
The Golden Boy barely managed, "Yes."
"Good. Now lie down on the floor. Put your hands above your head and spread your legs out. Keep your eyes on me, and don't move," Draco softly commanded.
Harry did as he was told, never taking his eyes off the blonde's eyes. Lying down as he was, his arousal was painfully evident, and the Slytherin smirked as he watched it grow by the second.
Music began to creep into his head, piercing the cloudy veil that had shrouded his thoughts when Draco first touched him. Something slow, but with a steady beat. Steady enough for Draco to seductively move to the rhythm.
Harry's breath came in shallow gasps as he watched his former nemesis slowly strip for him. The erotic dance was arousing enough, but the Boy Who Lived couldn't seem to inhale when Draco first touched himself. Lightly teasing his own nipple, and watching Harry's reaction.
The boy lying on the floor finally realized why Draco had told him not to move; Harry had never had such an urge to pleasure himself as he had at that instant. Watching the Slytherin continue to move, revealing more skin, and bringing himself to climax was too much for anyone to handle.
Eyes glued on the now free arousal, Harry's body writhed of its own volition. His hips arched up seeking contact with Draco's erection.
Draco simply shook his head while keeping his left hand on his nipple and his right hand on his penis. His nipple was pebbled due to the constant rubbing, pinching, and twisting. Each slight movement making the blonde arch up.
Using his right index finger, he massaged the tip of his arousal, spreading the precum over the end. Then he let his hand run down the length to the base and back. Stroke after stroke.
Harry couldn't take it anymore. Without even touching himself, he felt his climax seize him. As his shudders subsided, all he could see was Draco's pleased grin. One quick glance down showed that Draco had also climaxed, as evidenced by the white liquid covering his hand.
"Ready for the next lesson?" the arrogant voice interrupted the silence.
Grinning, Harry answered, "Yes, but this one, I'll teach."