Harry woke up a couple of hours later, blinking the sleep away from his eyes. He shifted under the warm bed sheets and let out a quiet hiss when he felt a slight burn in his backside.
The memories of the previous night flew back into his head and played in front of his eyes. Making out in the quidditch locker rooms, the talk with Ginny, the spanking and Malfoy teasing him for what felt like hours before he had finally let him come.
He still was in Malfoy's dorm. In his bed, he thought, feeling his face growing hot. Merlin, he would never get used to it.
He still couldn't believe Ginny knew about all of this. Well, hopefully not all of this, but still, the fact she found out about Malfoy and him doing…stuff was a bit distressing.
His bum was still aching from the smacks he'd received from the Slytherin, but the rest of his muscles were completely relaxed. He had to admit he probably owed it to the orgasm he had after all that torturous game Malfoy had put him through.
Slowly, he turned on his other side. He was met with the sleeping form of the blond, who was also lying on his side, facing Harry.
The Gryffindor watched his features that in sleep became more relaxed, almost friendly. Well, let's not overdo it, Harry thought. He settled with 'less arrogant and dickish'. He let his gaze wander to Malfoy's chest; it was bare, rising and falling in a steady rhythm as the blond was breathing calmly. The view made Harry stifle the thought that the blond looked somehow cute. He mentally reprimanded himself for such foolish remarks. He couldn't afford thinking about Malfoy this way; they might fool around a bit but it didn't change the fact that they were still each other's most hated rivals.
Then why did Harry suddenly feel a pervasive need to kiss Malfoy?
The slightly parted pink lips looked so inviting that Harry found himself slowly leaning in towards them. He stopped barely an inch in front of the other boy's face and breathed in the scent, contemplating his chances of making it to the end of the term if he kissed Malfoy without his clear permission and without him being awake.
Before he manage to make his decision, soft lips landed on his, catching them in a gentle kiss.
After the initial shock, Harry began kissing back, letting his eyes close. Their lips moved in sync and Harry hummed into the other boy's mouth, the sound suddenly turning into a surprised yelp as Malfoy bit down hard on his bottom lip.
"Ouch!" Harry exclaimed as he pulled back an inch and opened his eyes; Malfoy's grey ones were already fixed on him. "What was that for?" he asked, pouting.
"You fell asleep on me last night," Malfoy murmured against Harry's puffy lips, arching one elegant eyebrow.
Oh. That's right.
Harry remembered he had passed out almost immediately after his own orgasm; he didn't really know if Malfoy wanked after that, but considering the pain in his throbbing lip, Harry was almost certain he didn't.
"Oh," he said dumbly.
"Mhm," Malfoy hummed. "Not very nice of you, Potter."
"Um, yeah, sorry for that," he mumbled.
Malfoy smirked under his nose. "You can always make up for it with that mouth of yours," he whispered, a small smirk playing on his lips. He teasingly swiped the very tip of his tongue over Harry's full bottom lip, making the boy's breath hitch.
The Gryffindor parted his lips a bit more, allowing the other boy access. The swift tongue slipped in, sliding against the one of Harry, who responded to the kiss eagerly; their tongues swirled around each other, dancing and battling, until Malfoy eventually pulled back an inch.
"Suck me off," he breathed against Harry's lips in a quiet whisper, his eyes boring into the ones of the Gryffindor.
Harry moaned barely audibly at the request. He licked his lips absently and shifted on the bed, forcing himself to a sitting position. Malfoy followed suit and pushed himself up. He leaned comfortably against the headboard, letting his legs fall slightly open and tucking his arm behind his head. He watched as Harry settled in front of him, between his long legs.
Harry reached for the waistband of Malfoy's shorts, worrying his bottom lip with teeth. He slowly pulled the fabric down, freeing the hardness that sprang from the underwear and stood proudly against the fair, flawless skin of Malfoy's abdomen. He slid the shorts down the lean legs and threw them in a corner of the bed. His hands tentatively found their way to Malfoy's thighs and, with one last look into the sliver-grey eyes, he leaned down, partying his lips and taking the head into his mouth.
The moment the hot flesh pressed against his tongue, he groaned, the sound mixing with a growl that came from Malfoy's throat. Harry licked the head, letting out tiny noises as he tasted pre-come that leaked from the slit. His lips wrapped themselves around the impossibly hard length and he sucked hard.
The action drew a low groan from the Slytherin. He hummed in approval as the dark-haired boy started bobbing his head up and down his shaft; he reached his arm and rest one hand on the moving head, tangling his long fingers in the black hair. The Gryffindor whined softly, the sound muffled by the shaft in his mouth, as the large palm guided him up and down, up and down, not putting too much pressure but giving him the feeling of being completely under Malfoy's control. His own dick became achingly hard at the thought, but Harry didn't even try to reach down and bring himself some relief. Instead, he focused on sucking Malfoy's hot length.
The blond, with one arm still tucked behind his head, leaned back against the headboard comfortably and closed his eyes, while his other hand was still tangled in the black, messy mop. He let himself relax completely and enjoy the blow job. Yeah, he could definitely get used to mornings like that. He had to admit that the boy somehow knew what he was doing. He looked so perfect with his bloody lips wrapped around him. Malfoy opened his eyes and watched his cock disappear into Potter's mouth; the same mouth that had been the source of snarky, jeering comments aimed at him for years, was now full of his cock, Potter swallowing around it, all eager to please him.
The fingers in the black hair tightened into a fist and Malfoy slowly pushed Harry's head further and further down his shaft, until the head of his cock hit the back of the boy's throat, making him choke. Malfoy let out a lingering groan as pleasure washed over him. He held Harry's head there for a moment, enjoying the sparks of bliss and the sounds coming from the Gryffindor, before he let him pull back enough to breathe. Seconds later, Malfoy repeated the action, bringing Harry's head down completely, to the hilt, making him swallow all of him.
He finally relaxed his fist in Potter's hair and let him continue to bob his head up and down in a steady rhythm. He decided that every single day should start with a morning blow job from Potter.
Soon, he found himself lifting his hips to meet the Gryffindor's mouth halfway, thrusting into it. He didn't want to fuck his mouth today, though; he wanted Potter to try harder, on his own.
"Faster," he ordered quietly. Harry immediately obliged, tightening his lips even more and increasing the pace of the movements of his head. He was now sliding on the shaft in quick bounce, encouraged by the large hand resting on his scalp and the barely audible panting of the blond.
He took as much of Mafoy's dick as he could without gagging and sucked hard, once, twice, until finally Malfoy's hips bucked and the Slytherin came into Harry's mouth. A spurt of hot, thick liquid shot down Harry's throat and the boy moaned as Malfoy's hand held him securely in place while the blond continued thrusting into the eager, already full mouth, filling him with more and more of his cum.
When the thrusts eventually stopped, Malfoy let his spent dick slip from between Harry's lips. He watched as the Gryffindor swallowed his cum, all of it, and licked his lips, gathering the drops that had escaped him with the tip of his tongue. With a low growl, Malfoy moved his hand from the black, messy hair to the boy's chin. His thumb slid across Harry's bottom lip, caressing and nudging it, as he looked straight into the green eyes.
"Fuck, you were made to choke on my cock." he murmured "Yeah?"
Harry nodded his head, stifling a soft moan that tried to escape his mouth at the comment. "Yeah," he whispered.
Malfoy seemed pleased with his answer; he brought Harry up and, once their faces were on the same level, licked the swollen bottom lip, making the Gryffindor Seeker gasp, before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it. Harry instinctively opened his mouth in a quiet whimper and allowed Malfoy's tongue to enter. They kissed, exploring each other's mouth, both boys moaning as Malfoy tasted himself on Harry's tongue.
The kiss continued and within seconds became more passionate. When they parted, Harry squirmed a bit and shifted uncomfortably as his own erection kept calling for attention. He had ignored it while giving Malfoy head, but now the aching need became unbearable and impossible to ignore. He looked up at the Slytherin, whose grey eyes were fixed on Harry's, a satisfied smirk gracing his face.
"Well, hello there," Malfoy murmured, massaging gently Harry's thigh but not touching anywhere near his cock. Harry involuntary bucked his hips, blushing furiously. He looked back into the grey pools and parted his lips.
"Please," he asked quietly, his voice vulnerable. He just hoped Malfoy wouldn't make him suffer like the previous night, when he kept teasing him for hours.
But Malfoy just shook his head lightly. "I'm not going to touch you, Potter," he said. Harry's breath caught in his chest and he let out a disappointed sound.
"Please, Malfoy."
"Uh-uh," the blond hummed. "You got your share yesterday, didn't you?" he purred, taking his hand away from Harry's thigh. "But as you did well minutes ago, I'm going to let you wank."
Harry's eyes widened at the statement. "W-what? Here?" he stammered.
"Yes, Potter. Here." Malfoy arched one elegant eyebrow. "Unless you prefer to go downstairs and do it in our common room," he said in an amused tone. "I bet some Slytherins would love to join and watch the little show you would put up for them."
Harry moaned loudly into the room, earning a low chuckle from the blond. The thought of being watched by other people, and by bloody Slytherins at that, should disgust him, but somehow his cock gave an interested twitch and became even harder.
"Go on. Lie down and show me how you play with yourself," Malfoy added in a deep voice that made Harry shiver.
The Gryffindor took a shaky breath and shifted, nestling next to the blond until he lay on his back. Malfoy followed, pushing himself off the headboard and sinking down so that their heads were on the same level.
Harry's chest war rising and falling erratically, even though he didn't do anything yet. The awareness of Malfoy's careful eye alone was enough to send sparks of excitement through his body. He closed his eyes.
With slight hesitation, he slowly brought his hand to his chest; he run his fingertips across the sensitive skin of his belly and sides, while reaching his other hand down, between his legs. A quiet gasp left his mouth as his fingers finally wrapped themselves around his impossibly hard shaft. He heard an approving hum to his left that joined his own moan as he started to work his hand up and down.
His legs fell open a bit more as he continued to pleasure himself, for a moment having forgotten about the presence of the other boy. That was before he felt a pair of soft lips pressing against his. He let out a small yelp of surprise, stifled by Malfoy's mouth, but quickly recovered, returning the kiss eagerly. The grip on his cock tightened and he let out a strangled cry, quietened by the Slytherin's tongue as it kept teasing Harry's with persistent licks and sucks, making the boy groan in pleasure.
Eventually, Malfoy's lips disappeared from Harry's and started their trip up his jaw, then neck, stopping to give him little bites, quickly soothed by tiny licks and sucks, leaving marks all over the left side of Harry's neck. All this time Harrry kept squirming and shuddering under Malfoy's mouth, gradually speeding up the movements of his hand. He was working his shaft at a steady pace, every now and then stopping to play with the sensitive head, sliding his thumb over the leaking slit and gathering pre-come that eased every pull. In a matter of seconds he was writhing in the bed sheets and groaning.
Slowly, Malfoy's lips made their way to Harry's ear.
"Malfoy," Harry moaned as the Slytherin licked the shell of his ear teasingly. He hummed approvingly at the boy's response and slipped the tip of his tongue into his ear, making Harry buck his hips uncontrollably. "Fuck, Malfoy."
"Do you always call my name when you get yourself off, Potter?" the blond whispered into his ear, hot breath caressing his cheek.
In answer, Harry flushed even more and whimpered softly. He hadn't been masturbating a lot lately, since Malfoy usually, well, invites him over, but whenever he did wank in the safety of his bed curtains, his thoughts seemed to always drift towards the silvery grey eyes, blond hair and those slender, elegant hands that make him feel so good. And even though he bits down on his lip extremely hard, he can never stop Malfoy's name from escaping his mouth the moment he comes all over his hand.
"Y…yeah," he panted, knowing the Slytherin would look right through him if he tried to lie.
"Mmm, good to know," Malfoy hummed and came back to sucking on Harry's earlobe while Harry tightened his fist and began pumping his cock furiously. "Come on, Potter," the warm whisper only added to his arousal. "Come for me," Malfoy said, knowing Harry was close. He kissed his ear, teasing it with his tongue, and then repeated in a whisper so quiet it wouldn't have been audiable for Harry hadn't it been for the fact that his lips were attached to Harry's ear, "Come for me."
Harry's whole body tensed for a moment before he threw his head back and came hard, jerking his hips and thrusting chaotically into his tight fist. He moaned out Malfoy's name and when he felt hot spurts of cum on his hand, the Slytherin covered his lips with his own. He whined vulnerably when Malfoy's tongue entered his mouth, intensifying the pleasure while he kept riding out his orgasm.
Harry didn't know how much time passed until he trembled from overstimulation, but even after he released his spent cock and took his hand back, Malfoy didn't stop kissing him. Their tongues continued to stroke each other, lips brushing and massaging. They kissed for what felt like an eternity before they finally broke for air.
Both panting heavily, they tried to calm their breaths, watching each other closely, before leaning in again for a couple more small brushes of their lips, this time calmer and slower that the passionate making out from seconds ago.
Harry closed his eyes as Malfoy gave him one last peck on the lips, feeling all his muscles relaxing after the orgasm. He let out a content sigh as he shifted to lie on his side and, after a moment, reopened his eyes, fixing them on the ones belonging to Malfoy. The blond reached his arm around Harry, letting it travel down his back to the round arse, making him groan quietly as the Slytherin's large hand stroked the irritated and sensitive after the spanking skin. He then squeezed one of the cheeks playfully, which resulted in a gasp leaving Harry's mouth.
"Time to get going," Malfoy said, sending Harry a satisfied smirk. "Before you get caught by another friend of yours, Potter."
At his comment, Harry groaned at the memory of his very awkward conversation with Ginny. "She won't tell anyone," he said. At least he hoped she wouldn't.
Malfoy just shrugged. "Whatever. Just hurry up before the classes start," he said, rolling over on his back to reach for his wand that was resting on the night stand. After a moment though, he turned back towards Harry with a devilish grin.
"W-what?"
Without answering the question, Malfoy grabbed Harry's wrist and brought his hand to his face. Only then did Harry realized that it was still covered in his cum. His eyes widened as Malfoy parted his lips and took his index finger into his hot, wet mouth and used his tongue to clean it. He repeated the procedure with every finger, sucking on each of them to drive Harry absolutely mad. He finally released the clean hand and let go of it, smirking down at Harry's stunned expression.
"Go" he said in an amused voice. This time he used his wand to spell Harry's belly and chest clean and watched with strange fascination as the Gryffindor gathered his clothes from different corners of his bed and the floor and threw them at himself in a rush.
Once fully clothed again, Harry grabbed his wand and the cloak, turning to Malfoy before leaving.
"Um, so, see you in class, I guess," he mumbled, his cheeks already becoming warm with the ridiculousness of the situation. Malfoy just arched his perfect eyebrow at him in an amused expression and nodded his head.
Harry turned around, reaching for the curtains, at the same time trying to get his cloak over his arms. Just as he opened the curtain to sneak out, something captured his attention. He stopped in his tracks immediately, almost letting go of his wand, as he saw Blaise Zabini, standing on the other side of the room.