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A/N: I pulled this out of my ass so I hope the lot of you are happy…maybe I should have used a better terminology, one not so crude…
Here we go…
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Where we last left off…
Draco relished in the Gryfindor's shocked look before bending his arms and swooping in, claiming Harry's lips (…Potter's lips?) in a kiss that would have caused his father to pass out. Shaking his head slightly at the visual, he forced his tongue into Potter's not resisting lips, holding back a moan when Harry responded. And by the Gods did he respond!
The night before had confirmed the Slytherin's ideas about his innocence and yet, having Potter's tongue lap at his own, swirl along his teeth and tickle the roof of his mouth, he had to question it yet again. He recognized his own technique mirrored when Potter sucked his tongue between his teeth but not the part where Potter's hands fisted in his robe, and his tongue played with the tip of his own. It seemed the Golden Boy was a fast learner, indeed.
Draco dropped his arms from either side of the Gryfindor's head in favor of pressing their bodies closer together, fisting his hand in Potter's robes. He never was one to beat around the bush.
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Touching Tension
He smirked at his own mental pun as he quickly undid the Gryfindor's belt and thrust his hands inside the transfigured trousers.
"Remind me to transfigure your robes more often," Draco mumbled against the panting Gryfindor's lips, the raven head's eyes closed in pleasure as Draco fingered his semi erect cock.
Harry's hands pulled and tugged at the Slytherin's robe, succeeding in finally ridding the blonde of the unrelenting clothing before Harry's hands fisted in the light material of Draco's under shirt, his vest still in his book bag for a more formal meeting than attending Potion's class.
Draco let out a surprised groan when the Gryfindor cupped his arse cheeks and squeezed, sending a pleasant hum throughout his being even if his hand became squashed between the two of them when Potter pushed at his ass in order to rub their bodies together. Deciding he rather liked hearing Potter moan and groan and that he rather liked having two adequately functioning hands, the blonde slipped his hand from between them and cupped Harry's ass, rubbing their erections together.
He watched as Harry eyes rolled slightly into the back of his head at the contact, his lips parting slightly in invite. Draco couldn't help himself as he claimed those lips once more and, for a moment, he entertained the thought of there being something mentally, Harry rubbed their cocks together again, sending a shock of singing nerves through his person, and physically, wrong with him.
Their tongues danced against one another in a fierce, never-ending battle of licks and suckles; he could do this all day. No really, Draco thought to himself as Potter decided he was not satisfied with merely clenching Malfoy's buttocks, he could really do this all day.
He chuckled against Draco's lips, trailing a hand between them to undo Draco's belt, the fabric sliding easily down the blonde's pale thighs. He couldn't believe he thought the Slytherin's ass in reference to buttocks, never mind his surprise at being able to think at all.
"And what, pray tell, would you be laughing at, Potter?" Draco asked into Harry's neck, nibbling and biting with every encouraging moan from the raven-haired boy. Harry shook his head, furrowing his brow when the blonde went to pull away and opening his eyes at the lack of movement from his taller counterpart.
"Nothing, I was just thinking of something stupid," Harry whispered hotly against Malfoy's lips, trailing kisses to the blonde's neck. The Gryfindor felt the body against his tense momentarily before Draco let out an inhuman groan, pressing the Golden Boy harder into a the stone of the wall and craning his neck to the side to give Harry better access.
Now-this- he could –definitely- do all day. His body seemed to be on fire, much like he had been last night as he worked with a lesser elegance to rid the both of them of their clothing, slightly upset that he could only do wandless magic when it was that particular time of the month.
"And what," he stated breathlessly, avoiding Potter's lips to look at him imploringly so as not to cum in his pants at the mere kissing, biting and nibbling of his neck, "were you thinking about?" His voice muffled slightly at his last word, his shirt pulled over his head by the impatient Gryfindor, putting the respond on hold as he did the same to Potter.
"You wouldn't find it funny," the Gryfindor's dismissive, deep voice would have shut up someone beneath him but Draco was in Slytherin for a reason. The blonde shed the last of the clothing between them when he removed his socks, the entire process of removing their clothing somewhat drawn out because the Ice Prince did not wish to move back enough to allow enough room.
"Try me, Golden Boy," Draco purred, dropping to his knees atop the pile of shed clothing underneath him. Harry's emerald orbs enlarged considerably as he blinked owlishly at the kneeling Slytherin.
"W-What are you doing?" the stutter followed Draco's low chuckle.
"What do you think I'm doing? My nails?" Draco smirked, eyes locked to the Gryfindor's as he leaned in slightly, taking the tip of Harry's erection into his mouth with practiced ease. Sliding his tongue against the slit, Malfoy sat back, a self-satisfied smirk curving his lips, sitting back on his heels. "Now, what were you thinking? To tell you the truth," here Draco lifted onto his knees once more, bringing his head level with Harry's abdomen as he laid a neat kiss to the Gryfindor's belly button, "I'm surprised you –can- think in a situation such as this. I must commend you."
Draco's long tongue slid roughly upward from the beginning of Harry's pubic hairs to his belly button, the Gryfindor's body flushing at the look in Draco's eyes, the silver orbs preaching exactly what the blonde knew he was doing to him. Draco hummed to himself as he slid the head of Harry's cock into his mouth, looking challengingly up at the twitching, shuddering, groaning, moaning, panting Gryfindor, daring him to thrust.
Draco chuckled; he didn't know a person could do all those things at once, the vibration hoaxing the Gryfindor even more so. With a whimper, Harry grabbed two fists of the blonde's hair and berried his cock into the tight orifice, screaming his release in only two thrusts of his hips with a pleading groan from somewhere inside his chest. The only thing holding him up were Draco's arms and with a grunt the Gryfindor removed Draco's arms from around his waist when the blonde finally let go of his cock with a satisfied smack, collapsing before the still kneeling Slytherin.
"You taste good, Potter," Draco drawled, smirking teasingly at the still panting Gryfindor. The raven-haired boy leaned forward quickly, crushing Draco's lips to his own with a hand in the blonde locks before his hungrily lips trailed to Draco's spot and his hand found Draco's still very erect 'magic wand'.
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