Disclamer:I do NOT own this. If I did, the films would be 18's. Mostly because they would be all naked and all homosexual pairings.
The Poor Fate of Mr Rubber Duck
By Serpentine and her very good friend, Crazy Frog (I don't think she has an account on this site)
Draco was bathing amidst the bright pink bubbles, popping the odd one with a dopey look on his face. An aroma of white musk filled his delicate nostrils.
'Mmm-mmm' he thought.
"I'm not a girl- not yet a woman!" he sang in his beautiful high voice- certainly to rival Britney's whilst playing with his manly rubber duck. "Well hello Mr. Ducky! Oh! What was that? You want to marry me! Oh my god I'm caught completely by surprise. Yes, yes, a thousand times YES! Of course we'll have to have a posh wedding, I'll never -pause for dramatic effect- elope." With this he placed a Haribo ring on his finger and beamed at it happily.
Meanwhile Harry was stripping down to his boxers outside. Thinking 'Oh Merlin's balls Myrtle's in here again. What a gorgeous voice- teetering on banshee high- but still lovely, and is that rose scent coming out of the men's bathroom? Definitely Myrtle.
"OI Myrtle is that you?"
"Errrr…Yes!" came a girlish shriek.
"Okay then, I'll just leave you in peace." Replied Harry, who had no intention of leaving, knowing who it was already. He stealthily crept up to the door and opened it silently, and was literally knocked out by the pungent aroma of rose.
As he came to he blinked blearily and saw the fabulous body in the bath: flawless, porcelain skin set off to perfection by the bright pinkness of the bubbles. An Adonis: well-sculpted pecks, rock hard abs and Harry noticed his muscled thigh as he stuck his leg out of the foam and twiddled his toes daintily and began to shave his leg whilst changing his tune to:
"I'm your Venus, I'm your fire, your desire!" Just then his rubber duck dropped out of the bath! (AN: Oh, no!) and Harry glimpsed a tight, round ass as he bent down. He almost swooned again as he saw Draco's pink, puckered opening.
"Oh no" Harry thought as the inevitable happened and an impressive tent appeared through his bright red, snitch- patterned boxers. Draco threw one leg over the side of the bath, showing Harry even more; making his cock twitch in response.
"Calm down!" Harry hissed to his nine-inch maggot trying to escape his boxers. "Oh, alright! Jesus you're high-maintenance." He began to stroke himself unsteadily fighting to silence his moans; he finally lost control when Draco started masturbating with the rubber ducky.
Harry watched Draco as he filled the rubber duck with the rose-scented water and pumped it forcefully inside his hot, pink walls. He made a loud animalistic groan that shot straight to Harry's crotch and he sped up his strokes.
Draco added one finger and Harry watched as his head fell back in ecstasy exposing his enticing neck. Harry stopped himself just in time, before he jumped on top of Draco and started to ravish him. As he was composing himself Draco slid to the bathroom floor, sprawled across the bathroom floor with two fingers embedded deep inside him, writhing and bucking his hips as he fucked himself with his fingers. Harry found himself getting increasingly jealous of those nimble fingers and with all the pent up emotions inside of him- the duck blew up.
Draco immediately stopped and his silver eyes swam with tears, which quickly slipped down his high cheekbones and began sobbing pitifully.
"Ducky? Ducky! Don't die! Wake up!" and with this he collapsed in a shuddering heap.
"Draco!" Harry yelled as he ran towards Draco feeling awful that he had hurt his pumpkin so deeply. He was about to go into another fit of depression when he heard Draco" suddenly cold, angry voice saying…..
"Potter!"