PissedOffEskimo
Pairing: HP/DM (graphic); HP/GW (mild); HP/LM (non-con); HP/SS (implied)
Rating: R
Author's Note: This chapter is short. Well, it's short on As you may notice, due to the naughty, naughty nature of this chapter, it had to be cut short, but the full and complete version may be found on my website, the link to which is in my profile. For those of you not interested in the dirty scene, I've made sure and cut it so that all the important emotions are still conveyed. Happy reading!
Summer 7: Part F
"But wouldn't that hurt?"
Draco rolled his eyes, "Not if done properly."
Harry looked again at the magazine that lay open between them on the bed. It was the customary thing one saw in this sort of magazine, two men having sex, but this wasn't just sex, this was one man with his cock up another man's arse. This was buggery. This was butt sex and that was very, very intimidating.
They'd spent the past four days doing nothing in particular. They flew at the Quidditch pitch, they had sex, they talked, they had sex, they did homework, they had sex, they ate dinner and Harry had to fend off Draco, because he really wasn't up for sex right after meals, but later that night, after the food had settled, he'd relent and they'd have more sex. It had all been well and good until Draco had pulled out a magazine that afternoon and opened it to a page, telling Harry that he wanted to try… well, that.
"Do you even know how to do it properly?"
Draco rolled his eyes and picked up the magazine, "It says right here that the key to really fantastic anal sex is preparation and lubrication."
"What?"
"Preparation: the getting ready for the act - they suggest all sorts of toys, but we really don't have any of those so I suppose I'll have to stick with using my fingers. As for lubrication we could always…"
Harry scooted away, "You are not sticking anything up my arse!"
Draco blinked and looked up, surprised. "Hm?"
"You heard me. If you want to try this, you can bloody well bottom yourself."
For several moments they stared at each other as Draco tried to reason in his head that he really shouldn't be getting even the tiniest bit aroused at the prospect of having anything shoved up his arse. Unfortunately, his body didn't feel the same way. Shifting on the bed, he sighed in resignation. Fine, he hadn't thought he was gay and apparently he was a screaming queen, because he couldn't even get it up in the presence of a half naked woman anymore; maybe he'd like taking it up the arse, as well. Besides, if it turned out he didn't, he was sure Harry would stop.
"All right, I bottom. Now about lubricant…"
"Are you serious?" He looked up at Harry, irritated at having been interrupted yet again, especially now that his own arse was at stake. Harry was staring at him with wide, disbelieving eyes.
Draco looked down at the article again as he felt his cheeks heating up. "Of course, I'm serious. Have you ever known me to joke about sex?"
"Well, no, but…"
"So, as I was saying. We obviously don't have any lubricant on hand here, so we have three options. We can make do with what we have here and hope for the best, we can try and sneak into Snape's stores and hope there's something there we can use, or we can try one of the spell that the magazine recommends."
"Spells?"
Draco's blush deepened as Harry's voice cracked at the word. "Yes, Harry, spells. We are wizards after all, we do have wands."
"Oh."
With a frustrated sigh, Draco finally looked up at Harry's bewildered face. "These articles are chalk full of helpful spells. Didn't you read any of them?"
This time it was Harry who looked away. "I haven't really been looking at the articles."
Draco rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Hold out your hand."
Reluctantly, Harry extended his arm and unclenched his fingers. Draco aimed his wand at Harry's hand and the next moment his palm was covered in a clear, thick gel. "What the…" He moved his hand and the gel slipped a little, a small drop falling into the bed.
Draco reached forward and ran a finger in it, before rubbing the tips of two of his fingers together experimentally. "Is it supposed to be this cold?"
Harry gaped, unable to force breath into his lungs. Not only had Draco said he wanted to have anal sex, but then he'd said he was willing to bottom and now Harry was sitting with a glob of lubricant in his hand. How had he gotten himself into this and how was he going to get out of it? Looking up, he watched Draco surveying the mess on his fingers, his sharp little nose scrunched up in curiosity, his pale blond hair falling into his grey eyes. More importantly, did he want to get out of it?
"Hm, I think it's warming up."
It took Harry a moment to realise that Draco was talking about the lubricant; the lubricant that he expected Harry to put on his cock, the cock that he was going to shove up Draco's arse. Oh, bloody hell.
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(scene removed for the sake of posterity and because I refuse to risk my arse)
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Harry rolled off, lying on the bed next to him, naked and covered in sweat. "Draco, that was…"
"I know."
Closing his eyes, Draco started to turn away from Harry, but for some reason, he didn't want to turn away. Without giving himself time to hesitate, he turned back towards Harry and put his head on Harry's shoulder, slinging an arm over his chest. Harry's skin was wet and he smelled musky, but something about it was inviting, especially when Harry slid his own arm under Draco's shoulder and squeezed.
Draco tried not to, but he couldn't help thinking that this, right then was… perfect.
-tbc-