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Harry's body sank into the soft mattress, his head cushioned on plush pillows. He was calm, considering he woke up blindfolded and tied to an unknown bed. During Potions, Draco had written a note asking for Harry to meet him outside of the Charms classroom after dinner.
Once he had gotten the note, the rest of his classes had been torture. He would periodically find himself reading the note over and over again, assuring himself that the night would arrive and he would be with the object of his lust. Not to mention he would finally be allowed release. He felt more jittery with each passing moment.
Too many times, his friends had asked if he was all right. He continually had to tell them he was fine. However, it was embarrassing when they asked him in front of the cocky Slytherin who had caused his frustration. Harry had been sorely tempted to wipe that smirk off his face, but had decided against it, with much disappointment.
Dinner had been the worst of all, though. Staring at Draco across the hall and counting down the minutes had put him on edge. He had been too excited to eat.
The instant that the blond had left the Great Hall, Harry had quickly followed him to their meeting place. Expecting to start their foreplay, the Gryffindor was surprised when he was hit with a spell, only to awaken an undetermined amount of time later in his current situation. He wasn't worried though.
The moment he came to, Harry knew that Draco was in the room with him. He could sense it. A strange side effect of their relationship.
"The Golden Boy is finally up. Are you ready for tonight's lesson?" an arrogant voice broke the silence.
Harry felt the bed dip, signaling that the Slytherin had sat down beside him. Then he felt a feathery light caress on his nipples. His eyes bulging beneath the black cloth, he realized that he was naked. Somehow it had escaped his attention until that moment.
Although, he began to notice sensations all over his body, confirming his nude status. The way the silk sheets rubbed against his bare back. Cool air on his heated flesh. His sexual positioning on the bed not constricted by his school robes.
"Most definitely. I've been ready since last night!" Harry replied.
"I take it you've done what I instructed. You've saved every last drop," Draco's words accentuated by his hand stroking his lover's length, "for me."
"Could I be this hard already if I hadn't?"
The blond had to agree with him there. Even before Harry had woken up, the Slytherin had noticed the impressive erection. He had enjoyed toying with it. Pushing it back and forth, watching it snap back to attention. Then fondling the sacs, drawing an unconscious moan from his old nemesis.
"Now, would you like to be told the rules of tonight, or would you rather learn as you go?" Draco asked, running his fingers through the raven hair that had spread across the pillows.
"You're actually giving me a choice?"
Smirking, "If you're going to act like that, I won't."
The bound boy lightly laughed, "I'll learn as I go."
"Excellent choice. That's how I prefer it."
Harry felt Draco shift on the bed, followed by the weight of his lover straddling his hips. Grinning, the darker haired boy thrust up, knocking his companion off balance. The bold move was quickly rewarded by a lick at his nape and a whispered, "Since you're so eager, let's begin."
Harry's body sank into the soft mattress, his head cushioned on plush pillows. He was calm, considering he woke up blindfolded and tied to an unknown bed. During Potions, Draco had written a note asking for Harry to meet him outside of the Charms classroom after dinner.
Once he had gotten the note, the rest of his classes had been torture. He would periodically find himself reading the note over and over again, assuring himself that the night would arrive and he would be with the object of his lust. Not to mention he would finally be allowed release. He felt more jittery with each passing moment.
Too many times, his friends had asked if he was all right. He continually had to tell them he was fine. However, it was embarrassing when they asked him in front of the cocky Slytherin who had caused his frustration. Harry had been sorely tempted to wipe that smirk off his face, but had decided against it, with much disappointment.
Dinner had been the worst of all, though. Staring at Draco across the hall and counting down the minutes had put him on edge. He had been too excited to eat.
The instant that the blond had left the Great Hall, Harry had quickly followed him to their meeting place. Expecting to start their foreplay, the Gryffindor was surprised when he was hit with a spell, only to awaken an undetermined amount of time later in his current situation. He wasn't worried though.
The moment he came to, Harry knew that Draco was in the room with him. He could sense it. A strange side effect of their relationship.
"The Golden Boy is finally up. Are you ready for tonight's lesson?" an arrogant voice broke the silence.
Harry felt the bed dip, signaling that the Slytherin had sat down beside him. Then he felt a feathery light caress on his nipples. His eyes bulging beneath the black cloth, he realized that he was naked. Somehow it had escaped his attention until that moment.
Although, he began to notice sensations all over his body, confirming his nude status. The way the silk sheets rubbed against his bare back. Cool air on his heated flesh. His sexual positioning on the bed not constricted by his school robes.
"Most definitely. I've been ready since last night!" Harry replied.
"I take it you've done what I instructed. You've saved every last drop," Draco's words accentuated by his hand stroking his lover's length, "for me."
"Could I be this hard already if I hadn't?"
The blond had to agree with him there. Even before Harry had woken up, the Slytherin had noticed the impressive erection. He had enjoyed toying with it. Pushing it back and forth, watching it snap back to attention. Then fondling the sacs, drawing an unconscious moan from his old nemesis.
"Now, would you like to be told the rules of tonight, or would you rather learn as you go?" Draco asked, running his fingers through the raven hair that had spread across the pillows.
"You're actually giving me a choice?"
Smirking, "If you're going to act like that, I won't."
The bound boy lightly laughed, "I'll learn as I go."
"Excellent choice. That's how I prefer it."
Harry felt Draco shift on the bed, followed by the weight of his lover straddling his hips. Grinning, the darker haired boy thrust up, knocking his companion off balance. The bold move was quickly rewarded by a lick at his nape and a whispered, "Since you're so eager, let's begin."