Hey guys! I'm SO sorry for taking so long to update, but here I am, with a brand new chapter!
Before you read this chapter though, I recommend that you re-read the previous one (21), since this one is its direct continuation and, well, I guess it's gonna be more fun reading it after remembering what the boys were up to (or more like in the middle of what they were).
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Hope you enjoy this one and won't leave me while waiting for another update!
Draco felt excitement rushing through his veins, slightly taken aback by his own reaction to the sound of his name cried out in such pleasure.
Thankfully, it took just a few bobs of his head to have Harry coming. The orgasm that took over the Gryffindor's body blinded him with its intensity for several long seconds, so that he didn't hear his unnaturally high, begging voice moaning out Malfoy's first name again, leaving him completely unaware of the blond's intense stare as, for the first time in his life, Harry came into someone's mouth, filling it with his ejaculate.
Malfoy, caught off guard by his quick finish, quickly regained composure and, after debating it for a short moment, swallowed. He pushed himself up, hovering once again above the brunette's body just when Harry looked at him through his half-lidded eyes.
Malfoy leaned in and brushed Harry's lips, eliciting a small gasp from the boy, of which he took advantage and let his tongue slide inside Potter's mouth, allowing Harry to taste himself.
The Gryffindor groaned deeply. Malfoy's mouth tasted like his cum; he could taste it on the hot tongue that moved swiftly against his own, sending waves of pleasure through his body. Caught up in the kiss, he barely noticed when Malfoy started to hump against his thigh, having previously pushed his trousers down but not even bothering to take off his shorts. Harry, still slightly out of breath, managed to slip his hand down between their bodies and grab Malfoy's length, curling his fingers into a tight tunnel. Malfoy grunted in approval and started to pump into the heat frantically, his mouth mapping the line of Harry's jaw and neck. The Gryffindor moaned, both at the feeling of the moist tongue on his collarbone and the fact that his nemesis was fucking his hand in earnest.
Malfoy kissed him on the mouth and then pulled back to catch his gaze.
"You said my name," the blond whispered, his eyes boring into Harry's.
The Gryffindor gulped. At the time, he hadn't even noticed as Malfoy's name left his mouth, too focused on his first ever blowjob, but now, he was too aware of it. He knew Malfoy had heard it clearly and was now waiting for a reply from him; there was no point in pretending he didn't know what the other was talking about.
Although barely noticeably, he nodded his head.
As if on cue, Malfoy leaned down and brushed his lips against Harry's in a kiss Harry would dare to call tender. He also resumed the movements of his hips, thrusting into the brunette's fist.
"Say it again," Malfoy murmured into the hot mouth.
Harry felt his cock give a twitch of interest at the request.
"Draco." His voice was reduced to a whisper, and yet the sound seemed to echo in the whole dungeons.
Malfoy groaned upon hearing his name, spoken by The Boy Who Lived, in such a gentle manner at that.
His thrusts became faster and harder, and he trailed wet kisses along Harry's neck, stopping at the sensitive pulse point and sucking hard.
"Oh fuck, Draco," Harry groaned out, throwing his head back while Malfoy's humping became erratic and soon enough he stilled, spilling himself all over Harry's hand and his belly.
They devoured each other's mouths for another couple of minutes before finally breaking apart.
"That was…that…gods, that was…" Harry panted, unable to construct a coherent sentence.
Malfoy smirked at the boy. "I know," he said, "I barely moved my head and you were cumming already."
Harry's face colored bright red at the remark. "'s not my fault," he muttered under his breath, cheeks hot.
"I know. It was your first time getting a head, wasn't it?" Malfoy asked. Harry gave him an embarrassed nod; he'd never, ever in his life, felt that good. "There, it says a lot."
"…Shut up."
"Aw, don't be all shy now, Potter," the Slytherin chuckled and leaned in closer. "I like taking your first times," he murmured into Harry's ear, nipping at it lightly. Harry responded with squirming, biting hard on his bottom lip to stop a very embarrassing sound that was trying to get out. "Just try to hold on a bit longer next time, would you? At least a couple of seconds."
Harry growled, feeling ashamed of coming so fast; he'd never come so fast in his life. But then he realized what Malfoy had just said and he blushed.
"So…" he started hesitantly, "there's going to be a next time?" He really hoped his voice didn't sound too hopeful.
Malfoy's smirk widened. "If you're a good boy," he mused, giving Harry's bottom lip a light tug with his teeth. "Don't get used to it, though," he said after a moment. "I'm more fond of being on the receiving end."
Harry groaned, not out of disappointment, but quite the opposite; because of the vision of himself on his knees before Malfoy, his large dick stretching Harry's lips as Harry swallowed around it.
He nodded quickly, tilting his head and pushing up to brush his lips against Malfoy's. The kiss was short, but surprisingly tender.
When they parted, both catching their breaths, Harry looked at Malfoy with interest.
"Hey," he tried to gain the blond's attention, "Where are you having the party?"
"In the same room you and your little lambs held your secret training last year," Malfoy replied.
Harry furrowed his brows. "You threw a party in the Room of Requirement?"
The Slytherin shrugged. "Where do you celebrate after winning?" he asked, barely stopping himself from making a nasty remark that it didn't happen too often.
"Well, in our common room," Harry responded a bit lamely.
"Why to bother with decorating the common room if you can ask for whatever you want and have the room ready when you enter it?"
This time it was Harry's turn to shrug. "We use magic anyway. Well, usually," he said. "Sometimes Hermione insists on hanging some decorations the usual, er, Muggle way."
Malfoy gave him an incredulous look. "Why?" he muttered, raising one eyebrow.
"I don't know. I guess she likes it."
Malfoy shook his head lightly and turned his gaze away, choosing not to respond to the last sentence.
That moment Harry realized that for the first time in almost six years he'd just had a normal conversation with Malfoy. Maybe it wasn't the longest talk, but at least they did manage to avoid hexing each other, not to mention no insults left their mouth.
Just when he was about to say something, he saw Malfoy shifting and pushing himself up to a sitting position with his back rested against the headboard of his bed.
"I'm gonna get back," the blond said, bending forward and reaching for his shirt.
Harry felt a suspicious tug of disappointment at that. Malfoy was going back to the party? Harry had been hoping he could stay for the night, like he usually did.
Yet, he didn't understand why he was so surprised; of course Malfoy would choose to celebrate the victory of Slytherin with his friends and teammates rather than spending the night with a Gryffindor; honestly, how could Harry feel surprised with his decision.
"Uh, sure," he mumbled, pushing himself off the bed and up.
Malfoy watched the Gryffindor grab his T-shirt and pull it over his head. He did have plans to return to the party, but now, looking at Potter, a very strange feeling stopped him from buttoning up his own shirt. With fingers unconsciously playing with the soft fabric, he watched the brunette slide his briefs up his lean legs, finally pulling them over his round arse, the material hugging both firm cheeks tightly.
The Gryffindor managed to bent over in order to grab his trousers when something grabbed his arm, turned him around and pushed him back on the bed. He let out an embarrassing squeak of surprise as he landed softly, and opened his eyes he'd previously closed, his gaze landing on Malfoy.
"What are you doing?" he asked. "I thought you were going back."
"I changed my mind," Malfoy responded, bringing his arm up to Harry's face, tilting the boy's head to the right angle and leaning in. He brushed his lips lightly against Harry's.
"Oh," the brunette mumbled, feeling warm breath of the other on his face. "Okay." He had no chance to utter another word as Malfoy caught his lips with his own again. This time, the kiss was more demanding and longer, although still rather unhurried; Harry opened his mouth for Malfoy immediately when the blond teased his bottom lip, eventually sliding his tongue inside. Harry moaned quietly, shifting his weight to lay more comfortably on his side, facing Malfoy and giving himself more access to the blond. Engrossed in the kiss, he barely noticed when Malfoy moved his hand from Harry's neck down, to snake around Harry's waist, pushing him a bit closer in so doing. Harry, now that he was in a more comfortable position, tilted his head to adjust a new angle and deepened the kiss. He tentatively lifted his hand and let it rest on Malfoy's shoulder. When Mafoy didn't protest or push it off, his hand travelled further up, sneaking around the Slytherin's neck. Harry tangled his fingers in the silky, silvery hair, giving a gasp of surprise at the groan Malfoy let out at the action, immediately pushing Harry's tighter against his chest. Harry repeated the action, again and again, playing with the soft strands, letting them slip between his fingers.
A shiver of pleasure run down his spine when Malfoy sneaked his hand he'd kept on Harry's waist under the hem of his shirt and rested it on the small of his back, caressing the bare, sensitive skin with gentle movements of his thumb. Harry couldn't help a small moan, muffled by Malfoy's lips, at the tenderness that accompanied the action. If his mind wasn't entirely focused on the moist tongue playing with his own, he would have thought that it was the first time they were so gentle with each other.
"Fuck," Malfoy breathed into his lips when they parted for air, "I want to make out with you throughout the whole night."
Harry let out a quiet groan. "I'm not going to object," he panted before pressing his lips against Malfoy's.
"Good," the blond murmured into his mouth before going back to snogging him senseless.
The next morning, Malfoy woke up to the sound of soft snoring next to his ear. He opened his eyes, blinking the sleepiness away, and looked to the side. The dark-haired Gryffindor was lying next to him, still sleeping soundly, his pink lips slightly parted.
He fought the urge to lean in and snog him. Instead, Malfoy pushed himself off the bed and made his way to the bathroom.
"Oh, there you are." Malfoy stopped with his hand on the handle and turned around to face Zabini. The Slytherin was still in his pajamas bottoms, his arms crossed on his chest. "You never came back to the party." Even though it wasn't a question, Zabini seemingly waited for a response.
"I didn't realize you needed me to hold your hand throughout the whole night."
"Not at all." Zabni smirked. "Found better way to entertain yourself, I assume?" he asked, pointing with his chin to Malfoy's bed.
The blond Slytherin tilted his head to the side. "None of your business, Blaise."
"No worries, Dray," Zabini chuckled, patting his friend's shoulder. "I'm just curious. No need to get all defensive."
Malfoy shook his head and sighed in annoyance. "I'm going to take a shower." He turned around and disappeared in the bathroom.
By the time the blond was finished and reached his bed, Harry was just sitting up, already awake. He looked up at Malfoy and immediately regretted it; the Slytherin was naked, save for the white towel wrapped around his waist, his hair was still wet from the shower, but the thing that was Harry's ultimate undoing was his bare chest, sprinkled with drops of water and glistening.
Harry stared, fighting back the gasp that tried to escape his throat.
"Like what you see, Potter?" Malfoy murmured quietly, a smirk playing on his lips. Harry watched as the blond gracefully climbed the bed and approached him.
Harry didn't answer, as he was in no condition to do so; he continued to stare, though more embarrassed now that he had been caught. He drew in a sharp breath when Malfoy sat right in front of him and leaned in.
Harry groaned when Malfoy run his tongue across Harry's bottom lip, giving it a teasing lick instead of kissing him properly. After another nip, Harry grew impatient and caught Malfoy's lips with his own. The blond started kissing back without a moment of hesitation, immediately taking control over the kiss.
They snogged a bit, parting only when they run out of breath.
"Malfoy," Harry started, panting softly. "I should get back." The Slytherin kissed his jaw instead. "They'll notice if I'm gone the entire day."
Malfoy finally pulled back and looked at the other boy. "Weaslette can cover up for you, can't she?"
"No," Harry protested harshly. "I'm already lying to my friends, I won't make her lie to her own brother, Malfoy."
The blond rolled his eyes. "So you need to babysit Granger and Weasley the whole day?"
"I'm not-…Look, they'll ask where I was again. And that means I'll have to lie to them. Again. And I don't want to."
Malfoy smirked and leaned in closer, bringing his lips to Harry's ear.
"Don't tell me you prefer to spend the weekend with them than doing this," Malfoy run the tip of his tongue along the shell of Harry' ear. The brunette gasped when he took the sensitive earlobe between his lips and sucked on it.
"M-maybe I don't…I don't need to stay for the whole day." Harry let his eyes close, the words leaving his mouth barely above a whisper.
"You could go now," Malfoy murmured, kissing down Harry's neck, "and then we arrange something, say, around lunchtime?" He bit down gently at the pale collarbone.
"Yes," Harry gasped, not really knowing what he was agreeing to; the meeting or the pleasure brought by Malfoy's ministrations. "Lunchtime's perfect."
"Good." Malfoy replied, his voice low and deep. After another teasing lick to Harry's lips, he pulled back slightly. "You should go."
Harry nodded and reached for the rest of his clothing he didn't manage to put back on the previous night. Once in his full attire, he turned for the invisibility cloak and, after giving Malfoy a short good-bye nod, he covered himself and rushed out of the room.