The Social Riot Machines - Chapter Seventeen
Much to Harry's surprise, Jake had suggested that they should visit the others, to talk about recent events and the fact that Draco's vocal talent was far greater than they had originally thought. After some discussion they decided Draco would accompany them, but they would have to occupy him else-ware if they were to talk about their plan. They waited patiently for Draco to arrive, and whilst they did, they talked about how to keep the Slytherin busy. In the end they hadn't been able to decide.
Draco couldn't help but be curious about the home of the Thai vocalist, the boy's mother was small, slender and exceptionally beautiful, and what he was able to see of the house was clean and styled in a way that he had never seen before. Harry took the stairs two or three at a time, although he still managed to be fairly quiet, whereas Jake climbed them at a far more sedate pace, Draco didn't mind following the bassist, the view was pleasant.
His breath was forcibly knocked from his body at the sight of the lounging guitarists and vocalists, but by the guitarists in particular. To Draco they were like the embodiment of Slytherin and Gryffindor, Matt's hair a mane of fiery hues, splayed out on the pillow he was resting on, his eyes rimmed with thick black liner, his nails painted in a similar fashion, and Paul, his monochromatic green locks drawn back into a sleek braid, his makeup much subtler, his eyeliner less striking, his nail varnish clear. Draco was astounded they had the confidence to wear it to school, despite being in trouble for it fairly regularly. He couldn't help it, he stared, it wouldn't shock him in the slightest if someone told him he were drooling too. As he watched, Matt stood up, and made his way toward him.
"I have something to show you," Matt all but purred, and to Draco his tone beheld great promise.
Without pausing to consider his actions, he followed the boy, drawn in by the sultry air and lithe movements.
There were at least seven guitars in Matt's room, and Draco knew he shouldn't be surprised, but he was, and he didn't hide it very well.
"Some of them are Paul's," Matt explained.
"Why are they here?"
Matt regarded him for a few moments before replying.
"He lives with me. His parents didn't want his younger brother going to Stonewall High, not after everything we've been through there, as well as some of the other stuff that's happened. They moved quite far away, but he didn't want to change schools. Since he has a job my mum said she doesn't mind him staying here if he gives her a little toward shopping and the like, my parents both work nights, and I don't have any siblings, so they also don't mind that we're together," he explained. Draco couldn't help but feel envious, he would have adored having such good parents. He was recently coming to see that money wasn't everything.
As he contemplated the revelation, he was pulled into a tight embrace by the guitarist, he just barely bit back a moan at the contact, Matt's hot skin and rigid body, what was more was that he could feel the boy's cock against his hip, and Draco thought he had never truly wanted anything as badly as he did at that moment.
"Do you really have to stare at me like that all the time?" That almost predatory purr was back again. "You stare like someone might look at a well having been in the desert for a month. It's incredibly embarrassing, don't you know? What do you want from me?"
"I don't kn-"
Matt shifted slightly -and this time Draco couldn't hold back the sound that he made- his cock grinding against Draco's side in a way that made him want to groan with frustration, his hand rested on Draco's thigh just an inch away from where Draco actually wanted it to be. As if the red-head sensed his impatience, Matt unbuttoned Draco's school trousers and slipped his hand inside. Draco could only image what the boy's hand looked like wrapped around his cock, but it sure was a tempting thing to picture.
"There's so much I want to do to you, but so little time. I know exactly what to do to Paul to have him writing and screaming, but you, you're a tabula rasa," Matt whispered huskily.
Draco shivered at the use of Latin, he hadn't been expecting it, that coupled with the hand that was stroking him slowly sent his brain into overload.
"I want to spank you," Matt stated, in a tone that left little room for disagreement. Not that Draco wished to disagree even in the slightest. "If you don't like it, I'll stop."
With a small thought to his previous forays into masochism, Draco highly doubted he would have any objections to the treatment.
"Strip," Matt commanded, his tone sending shivers down Draco's spine.
Draco loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, leaving it hanging off his shoulders, then pushed down his trousers and boxers in one, he was about to remove his shirt entirely when Matt stopped him. He couldn't help but think the whole act would feel a lot naughtier if he were bent over Matt's desk, as if he were being punished by a teacher, so that's what he did. He braced himself against the other boy's desk, offering his ass and thighs for Matt's abuse. The act must have surprised the guitarist, because it took several minutes for the red-head to react. He tried not to cry out as Matt squeezed a good handful of his ass.
"You look so fuckable right now, it's a wonder no one's had you already."
He wanted to make a scathing comment about not everyone being as lucky as the guitarist and having an amazing partner they trusted, but he didn't, he really didn't want to spoil the moment. The first time Matt's palm connected with his flesh, he couldn't help a small, shocked moan slipping past his lips. He hadn't expected it to feel so good. several more landed in quick succession, each filling the room with a satisfying crack. Unsurprisingly, Draco's cock lost little life during the few minutes the initial bout of spanking lasted, if anything he was sure he was harder than he was when they began. The second lot was harder, spaced closer together, seeing as he hadn't objected, and it made him squirm. Despite the fact that he was enjoying being spanked quite a lot, he couldn't help the tears in his eyes, it still stung after all.
"Do you like it?" Matt asked suddenly.
"Yes," Draco replied honestly, trying and failing to keep the eager hopefulness out his voice.
"Do you want more?"
"Yes master." Draco froze. He hadn't meant to say that! The scenario was playing out almost exactly like one of his many fantasies and it had just slipped out. He couldn't help but be a little fearful, he was sure the guitarist had heard, but he hadn't said anything so far.
"Fuck!"
Draco looked back at the guitarist, and found him seated on his desk chair, staring at him with what Draco initially assumed was disgust, but quickly realised it was something else entirely.
"Fuck! Do you know how long I had to bribe Paul before he'd say that?" Matt didn't seem angry, which was a plus in Draco's books. "Weeks, fucking weeks, and he still maintains he doesn't actually like it, and you say it like that, no prompting, no asking, just say it like an obedient kinky fucker. God, I want you so bad right now, want to watch you kneel over my cock and take it..." he trailed off, staring at Draco.
Draco would be lying if he said the prospect didn't excite him. He crawled onto the guitarist's lap, his knees either side of the boy's hips, resting the tip of the red-head's pre-cum slickened cock on his entrance.
"What's stopping me?" He asked, trying his absolute best to be as inviting as possible.
Matt looked at him for a few moments, before gripping his hips and pushing them down suddenly, forcing his cock into Draco's tight hole. Draco couldn't help but gasp for air at the unexpected pain. He hadn't been expecting it to hurt as much as it had.
"Draco... Stop, I..." Matt pulled him against his chest, his cock slipping out of him relatively painlessly. Draco couldn't help but be somewhat relieved. "What I want from you, right now, isn't what anyone's first should be. I don't want to be nice. I'm not in that kind of mood."
"I want to apologise," Draco whispered, and kissed the other's throat.
"That should be my line," Matt replied with an almost amused air. "How do you want to apologise?"
"I want to suck your cock, master," Draco decided to continue saying it, seeing as it gleaned such promising results.
"Have you done it before?" Matt asked, and Draco detected what he thought might be a hint of optimism. Draco shook his head in response and shuffled off the guitarist's lap, situating himself between the red-head's legs.
He was absolutely determined to give it his all, determined not to let his inexperience show. Eagerly, he kissed and licked the boy's length, lapping up the pre-cum that had spilled down the silken flesh, he knew from experience that he liked the taste, he had licked his own off of his fingers often enough in recent weeks.
"Do you like the taste of your master's cock, boy?" Matt asked, and Draco looked up at him, slightly taken aback by the question.
"Yes master," he replied respectfully.
Matt nodded, apparently please, and smiled, showing he wasn't too serious. As he gained confidence, he took the head in his mouth, even more aroused than he had been before, and slowly slid down Matt's cock, revelling in the simultaneous feeling of softness and hardness, it was more erotic than he had ever imagined. He hadn't ever considered who the first person he would give head to would be, but he knew he wouldn't have any regrets from this experience, he wanted it, if his own pre-cum smeared on his thigh was anything to go by.
He had no idea how long he was at it, but he loved every second, he had even felt bold enough to cup the guitarist's balls gently, which only added to his arousal.
"Draco..." Matt gasped suddenly, and stroked his cheek. "As much as I want you to swallow my cum, stop, I want something else."
Draco released the red-head's cock and looked up at the boy expectantly.
"Yes master?"
He couldn't pretend he didn't like the shudder that rippled through Matt's body.
"Fuck it, no I lied, keep sucking," Matt ordered breathily.
Delightedly, Draco obliged, he wanted nothing more than to have the guitarist spurt his cum in his mouth, to swallow it, and love it. A gasped obscenity was the only warning he received, before his tongue was coated in the sticky, salty fluid. He pulled back, and made sure to catch Matt's eye before swallowing it all in an exaggerated fashion, save for the final droplets which had landed on his lips. Matt closed his eyes, apparently satisfied.
"Sit on my lap," he demanded tiredly.
After complying and making himself comfortable, Draco waited for further instructions. When none were forthcoming, he began to stroke his own cock slowly, incredibly aroused by what had just occurred.
"I want to see what you look like when you cum, by your own hand," Matt explained simply. "It doesn't matter if any gets on me, this shirt is going in to be washed tonight."
Draco nodded, picking up a little speed, he wanted the sweet torture to be over. He couldn't help but buck his hips, a little embarrassed by being watched so closely, It completely escaped his notice when Matt licked one of his fingers, though it didn't when he prodded at his entrance with the saliva coated digit.
"Maybe I'll give you a small hand, you ever been fingered? Done it yourself?"
Draco blushed, it seemed like the guitarist had a habit of asking the worst possible questions. He shook his head, it was rather difficult explaining away having a finger in your ass after denying being gay. He braced himself for a similar pain to earlier, but in never came, instead a gratifying sense of fullness, which he couldn't help but moan at. Eagerly, he rolled his hips, seeking more as he practically hurtled towards his orgasm. A second finger joined the first, and he couldn't keep quiet any longer, he groaned as Matt thrust his fingers slowly. Draco wanted more, he was about to swallow his pride and beg for it to be harder, when his silent plea was answered. He found he couldn't hold back any longer, and he came, his semen splattering Matt's school shirt.
There was silence, in which Matt's fingers were still buried inside him. It had to stop, he needed them out, or he'd become aroused again, he knew it, and he didn't think he could cope with that at that particular moment. The boy slid his calloused fingers out of Draco, and Draco felt an inexplicable sadness at the sensation of emptiness, despite wishing for the boy to remove the long digits.
"Well, that was fucking hot," Matt said with a grin. Draco could only nod his head in agreement. "Tell you what, if you still want that kinky master/slave fuck once you've lost it properly, come back to me."
Draco really needed to put his clothes back on, before his cock decided it was once more interested in the proceedings.
For Draco, the walk back to Ezra's house had been awkward, he hadn't been expecting something like that to happen. He had to wait outside the bedroom, presumably whilst his exploits were revealed to the others, but he found he didn't care, he'd enjoyed himself, and that in his opinion was the main thing.
Harry contemplated the information that Matt had given them about the blonde, he was happy that things had gone relatively to plan, glad that neither Matt or Paul had any real objections, other than Paul deciding that if Matt got time alone with Draco then he would too eventually, but that wasn't really an issue. He also contemplated the other thing they had discussed. Ezra had explained that Visual Kei artists in Japan typically adopted a stage name, so they could lead relatively peaceful lives when not performing and had wondered if that would be a more suitable way for Harry to disguise himself over the summer when they would be travelling together. He believed it would be, and had already decided on a name, Alice, in a nod to several things. One to Alice Cooper, whom he thought was a decent artist, two was to his failed attempt at cross-dressing, and three was to Alice in Wonderland which many of their songs had very subtle allusions to. He grinned as he doodled the way he wished to look on stage, and it was something he was going to attempt at the next Muggle Music performance, which he was thoroughly looking forward to, especially if it meant rewarding Draco once more.
Yeah originally there was going to be more to this chapter than porn, but I couldn't think of anything XD porn will be kept on a leash for a few cha