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The next morning, Draco awoke in his bed in the Slytherin dormitories. The night before had been heavenly. He vaguely wondered how had survived all the sexual activities. After the bath, Harry had hand dried the blond to the point of another orgasm. Then Potter had licked him clean, making him hard all over again. It had been insanely perfect.
However, now was time for breakfast, then class. They would meet again later that night and continue with the lessons. This time, it was Draco's turn.
There were so many possibilities that Malfoy had a hard time deciding on one...pun not intended, but appreciated. The Slytherin laughed as he jumped out of bed to get dressed.
After breakfast, he would have double Potions with the Gryffindors. Wonderful. He'd be able to see how Harry had survived the night.
Once Draco had come while being dried off, he had stopped Potter from jerking off.
"You are not to touch yourself in any sexual way. Every drop is to be saved for me alone, tomorrow night," Malfoy had ordered while massaging the leaking tip of Harry's cock. The Boy-Who-Lived looked like he was about to burst. It was delicious.
In the Great Hall, Draco glanced over to the Gryffindor table and sought out his partner. He wasn't difficult to find.
The raven hair shambles, more so than normal. Eyes red, with black circles beneath them. His face showed exhaustion, however, he seemed on edge. A slight tremble to his frame.
He happened to look over at Draco, who was still studying him. Lust immediately overtook his expression, and Malfoy couldn't help but grin. Apparently, Potter had done as instructed, and was suffering for it.
A thought suddenly settled in the Slytherin's mind for the coming night. Lightly giggling, he acknowledged his second unintentional pun.
A part of Draco did feel sorry for Harry. The former was relaxed today since he had orgasmed several times the night before, but the latter had been denied his final one. Still, Malfoy enjoyed the idea that Potter would be thinking about him all day, anxiously awaiting the night for release. Release that only Draco could give him.
The blond had to adjust himself in his seat since he had suddenly gotten hard thinking about Harry begging for him.
Harry watched Draco from across the Hall, relishing in the knowledge that he was making the Slytherin as hard as he had been all night. Potter could tell from even that distance that the blond was ready for a tumble. It was in the flush of his cheeks, the part of his lips, and the subtle shifts in position. Clear as day for anyone who knew what to look for.
He distantly wondered what Malfoy had in store for the next lesson. It had to be good because if there was one thing Draco knew, it was how to make any situation hot. But then again, all of their encounters were hot. Almost unbearably so. And Harry knew that tonight wouldn't be any different.
"Time for class, Harry," Hermione stated before standing up to leave.
"Yeah, come on," Ron agreed.
Harry took a moment to stand, trying his best to make his erection as inconspicuous as possible. Lucky for him, the robes covered it well. He only wished it was easier to walk.
The next morning, Draco awoke in his bed in the Slytherin dormitories. The night before had been heavenly. He vaguely wondered how had survived all the sexual activities. After the bath, Harry had hand dried the blond to the point of another orgasm. Then Potter had licked him clean, making him hard all over again. It had been insanely perfect.
However, now was time for breakfast, then class. They would meet again later that night and continue with the lessons. This time, it was Draco's turn.
There were so many possibilities that Malfoy had a hard time deciding on one...pun not intended, but appreciated. The Slytherin laughed as he jumped out of bed to get dressed.
After breakfast, he would have double Potions with the Gryffindors. Wonderful. He'd be able to see how Harry had survived the night.
Once Draco had come while being dried off, he had stopped Potter from jerking off.
"You are not to touch yourself in any sexual way. Every drop is to be saved for me alone, tomorrow night," Malfoy had ordered while massaging the leaking tip of Harry's cock. The Boy-Who-Lived looked like he was about to burst. It was delicious.
In the Great Hall, Draco glanced over to the Gryffindor table and sought out his partner. He wasn't difficult to find.
The raven hair shambles, more so than normal. Eyes red, with black circles beneath them. His face showed exhaustion, however, he seemed on edge. A slight tremble to his frame.
He happened to look over at Draco, who was still studying him. Lust immediately overtook his expression, and Malfoy couldn't help but grin. Apparently, Potter had done as instructed, and was suffering for it.
A thought suddenly settled in the Slytherin's mind for the coming night. Lightly giggling, he acknowledged his second unintentional pun.
A part of Draco did feel sorry for Harry. The former was relaxed today since he had orgasmed several times the night before, but the latter had been denied his final one. Still, Malfoy enjoyed the idea that Potter would be thinking about him all day, anxiously awaiting the night for release. Release that only Draco could give him.
The blond had to adjust himself in his seat since he had suddenly gotten hard thinking about Harry begging for him.
Harry watched Draco from across the Hall, relishing in the knowledge that he was making the Slytherin as hard as he had been all night. Potter could tell from even that distance that the blond was ready for a tumble. It was in the flush of his cheeks, the part of his lips, and the subtle shifts in position. Clear as day for anyone who knew what to look for.
He distantly wondered what Malfoy had in store for the next lesson. It had to be good because if there was one thing Draco knew, it was how to make any situation hot. But then again, all of their encounters were hot. Almost unbearably so. And Harry knew that tonight wouldn't be any different.
"Time for class, Harry," Hermione stated before standing up to leave.
"Yeah, come on," Ron agreed.
Harry took a moment to stand, trying his best to make his erection as inconspicuous as possible. Lucky for him, the robes covered it well. He only wished it was easier to walk.