"You're finally learning. I'm so proud," Harry grinned against Draco's
moist lips. The Slytherin hadn't realized his companion approaching until
their mouths made first contact, sending jolts straight down to both their
erections.
Malfoy had to pull back a moment to bite his lip in concentration. He hadn't wanted to break the contact with the Boy-Who-Lived, but it was either that or squeeze his thighs together to keep himself from coming. All things considered, it was the best choice, although still not pleasurable.
Potter lightly laughed, his hot breath caressing Draco's flushed neck. "Getting a little desperate?"
"I've been desperate."
"Not too much though, if you're still able to speak."
Draco's eyes popped open when he felt a moist heat on the shell of his ear. Harry's rough tongue was toying with the lobe, stealing Malfoy's breath away.
"Please..."
"Please what?"
The blond gasped as he tried to collect his thoughts enough to form a sentence. It wasn't working as well as he had hoped. Especially with Harry continually whispering in his ear in that sexy soft voice of his. Not to mention the finger still probing him. Was there any wonder that Malfoy was a trembling pile of putty?
"Well?" Harry asked again, rotating his hips against Draco's straining arousal.
"I can't think when you do that,"
"Maybe that's what I want. Besides, who needs to think when then can fuck?"
"You're in charge of that, remember?"
"Yes, I am. And it seems that someone is ready to take the final for this little lesson. Or am I reading the signs wrong?" Harry asked, dark green eyes traveling along the Slytherin's body. The boy seemed on edge, ready for the slightest movement to push him over. Eyes, barely open, but still clouded with lust. Lips barely able to drag in breath to his lungs, and penis spreading its tears along his stomach. No, he wasn't reading the signs wrong at all; no one could.
"I'm ready. Please...enter me. Ride me. Fuck me."
"How about all of the above?" Potter asked with a delicious smirk.
After working Draco's hole for minutes, Harry knew that Malfoy was ready. The soapsuds providing lubrication, the Gryffindor slid in.
The blond arched up, trying to take in more of the intruder.
"You're eating me alive. That little puckered mouth of yours is sucking me in so deep," Harry breathed against Draco's erect nipples. He snaked his tongue out to flick at the nubs before scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin.
Neither of them lasted very long; the foreplay had been too much. Only moments after mounting Malfoy, the dark-haired boy felt Draco tighten around his erection in climax, hurtling him into oblivion as well.
Malfoy had to pull back a moment to bite his lip in concentration. He hadn't wanted to break the contact with the Boy-Who-Lived, but it was either that or squeeze his thighs together to keep himself from coming. All things considered, it was the best choice, although still not pleasurable.
Potter lightly laughed, his hot breath caressing Draco's flushed neck. "Getting a little desperate?"
"I've been desperate."
"Not too much though, if you're still able to speak."
Draco's eyes popped open when he felt a moist heat on the shell of his ear. Harry's rough tongue was toying with the lobe, stealing Malfoy's breath away.
"Please..."
"Please what?"
The blond gasped as he tried to collect his thoughts enough to form a sentence. It wasn't working as well as he had hoped. Especially with Harry continually whispering in his ear in that sexy soft voice of his. Not to mention the finger still probing him. Was there any wonder that Malfoy was a trembling pile of putty?
"Well?" Harry asked again, rotating his hips against Draco's straining arousal.
"I can't think when you do that,"
"Maybe that's what I want. Besides, who needs to think when then can fuck?"
"You're in charge of that, remember?"
"Yes, I am. And it seems that someone is ready to take the final for this little lesson. Or am I reading the signs wrong?" Harry asked, dark green eyes traveling along the Slytherin's body. The boy seemed on edge, ready for the slightest movement to push him over. Eyes, barely open, but still clouded with lust. Lips barely able to drag in breath to his lungs, and penis spreading its tears along his stomach. No, he wasn't reading the signs wrong at all; no one could.
"I'm ready. Please...enter me. Ride me. Fuck me."
"How about all of the above?" Potter asked with a delicious smirk.
After working Draco's hole for minutes, Harry knew that Malfoy was ready. The soapsuds providing lubrication, the Gryffindor slid in.
The blond arched up, trying to take in more of the intruder.
"You're eating me alive. That little puckered mouth of yours is sucking me in so deep," Harry breathed against Draco's erect nipples. He snaked his tongue out to flick at the nubs before scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin.
Neither of them lasted very long; the foreplay had been too much. Only moments after mounting Malfoy, the dark-haired boy felt Draco tighten around his erection in climax, hurtling him into oblivion as well.