Colin stood before the door-less wall, too nervous to know exactly what he must ask the Room of Requirement to be. He was too embarrassed to even attempt it. He was scared that his anxious and excited thoughts about Draco, Harry, George and himself would cause the room to produce nothing but a bed; somehow, that didn't seem appropriate. He breathed in deeply, willing himself to calm down and think clearly about what he needed from the room. Before he had the chance to form any further thoughts, he heard someone approaching. He turned his head towards the sound of soft footsteps and his eyes met with those of Draco Malfoy.
Colin had to force his mouth shut. Malfoy seemed to appear in slow motion, his school uniform immaculate on his lean body, the grey sweater vest hugging his torso nicely as his Slytherin tie peeked out at the top, and the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to just below the elbow. His hands were settled casually into his pockets, and the way his platinum blonde fringe skirted just parallel with his dark grey eyes as he swooped it back to meet Colin's eyes, was absolutely drool worthy. How did I not see him like this before? Colin wondered to himself. Was I blind? Why have I never noticed how…how…fucking sexy Malfoy is?
Colin tried to stand straighter, tearing his eyes away from Malfoy's body, as Malfoy came to stand in front of him.
"Creevey," Draco inclined his head to Colin in acknowledgement, a confident yet friendly smile on his face.
"Hey…Malfoy. You look…" Colin swallowed, unsure if he should continue that sentence. Draco finished it for him.
"Hot? Sexy? Completely perfect?" His smile widened as he sarcastically completed Colin's sentence, effectively relieving the atmosphere of any awkward tension.
Colin rolled his eyes and smiled. "Yes," he answered, biting his lip flirtatiously. Unsure where his sudden daring had come from, he decided to just keep going with it. Go with the flow, that's what George told me to do. "I thought I'd let you decide where we'll be spending the evening," he said, tilting his head at the blank stretch of wall. He sighed in relief when Draco didn't object to the offer.
Draco turned to the wall, brow knit in concentration. Colin watched as the Slytherin slid a hand through his hair, his tongue darting out to wet his lips quickly before sliding back between his perfect pink lips. Colin felt a rush of heat shoot straight south as the memory of seeing Draco's lips wrapped around Harry's cock flooded his mind. Oh fuck. He could feel his cheeks turning red as he was unable to stop that memory from leading to others—images of Draco being pounded into a mattress on the floor, of Draco fucking himself tirelessly on Harry's dick; the memory of Draco's screams and moans of pleasure infiltrated Colin's senses. He couldn't help the blush that tinged his cheeks then; he couldn't help that his palms were suddenly sweaty and his breathing had picked up. He closed his eyes, trying to compose himself.
"Alright, let's go inside," Draco interrupted his meditative attempt.
Colin opened his eyes and followed Draco to the door. His eyes strayed directly to Draco's ass, accented perfectly in his expensive black slacks. Draco opened the door and stepped in, Colin right behind him.
"Well…you think this is okay?" he asked, looking over as Colin stepped beside him.
The room was simple and small. A couple of plush chairs, a wide sofa, accompanied by throw pillows of varying shapes and sizes. Splashes of color and slightly dimmed lighting gave the room an erotically artistic appeal.
"I think it looks perfect," Colin answered truthfully, before adding with a smirk, "Although, I'm surprised everything isn't green and dungeon-like."
"Oh you like the dungeon scene? I'm sure we could ask the room nicely to provide the setting for that particular kink; though—to be honest—it's really not my thing." Draco answered quickly, his face completely serious, except for his eyes. Those grey pools were dancing with humor as his words cornered Colin.
Colin looked at Draco, surprise and embarrassment all over his face. "I—I didn't mean that…I meant…you're a Slytherin!" he finished as though that explained everything.
"Relax, Creevey, I know you didn't mean it, but the rise it got out of you was priceless." Draco smirked.
"Whatever," Colin mumbled. He walked over to one of the chairs and plopped down in it, before casting his best icy glare at Draco.
Draco only smiled at the look, coming to stand closer to Colin's chair, looking down at him. "What were you thinking about out in the corridor just now?"
The question was so abrupt that Colin startled before returning slowly, "Why…why do you ask?" he swallowed nervously when Draco bit his lip, smiling wider.
"You looked so hot and bothered out there…like something had just gripped you by the…" Draco cast his eyes down to Colin's groin, arching his eyebrow.
Colin shifted when Draco's eyes lowered down his body, but he was again hit by a sudden surge of daring that set his mouth to speaking honestly, "I was remembering the sight of you getting fucked by Harry…" he couldn't believe he said it. Well, there it is, it's out there. No stopping now. Draco was now the one lost for words, gaping at the younger boy below him. This unusual reaction from the perfect Slytherin encouraged Colin. "Would you like to know what I remember, Malfoy?" he asked, leaning back into the chair, spreading his legs comfortably.
"I...y—yes, tell me," Draco whispered.
"I remember…watching you wrap those lips around Harry's cock…I remember thinking…I wonder what's going on in that mouth. I wanted my cock in your mouth." Colin confessed, shocking himself.
Draco lowered to his knees, moving between Colin's legs the way he had done to Harry that day in the empty classroom. Colin's breath hitched as Draco pinned him to the chair with his piercing gaze as his hands unbuttoned Colin's pants. Colin bravely kept his eyes on Draco's as he lifted his hips, allowing Draco to lower his shorts, revealing his tight black underwear. Only then did Draco look down.
Colin moaned as Draco moved his hand to touch him through the fabric. His half hard prick immediately responded, filling out under Draco's gentle touch.
"Would you like me to show you how I suck cock?" Draco asked quietly, looking back up at Colin.
Colin nodded his head, eager for Draco to do it.
"Say it, Colin…" Draco leaned close to Colin's face.
Colin opened his mouth, ready and willing for the kiss that he was sure would come, but it didn't. Instead, Draco moved his mouth to Colin's ear, licking the shell of it before he whispered, "I can teach you to top…tell me what you want me to do." Colin moaned at the words, the desire to top the other blonde spiking sharply through him. Draco pulled back, smiling seductively at him. "Tell me what you want, Colin," he whispered, tucking his fingers into the waist band of Colin's underwear.
"Please, Draco…please suck me," Colin whispered, his voice breathy and thick.
This seemed to be enough for Draco. He lowered Colin's underwear, removing them along with Colin's pants. "Take your shirt off, too…"
Colin didn't hesitate; he quickly removed the garment and flung it aside. He gasped in surprise as Draco suddenly descended onto his cock, moaning against the length in his mouth. His eyes rolled back and his mouth flew open, no sound coming out. Oh merlin, that's good, even his thoughts whimpered.
Draco bobbed up and down, sucking and licking on Colin's cock. Colin couldn't help but compare Draco's skills with George's; after all, they are the only two to ever do this to him. He honestly couldn't say that one was drastically better than the other. George always sucked Colin completely into his mouth, using speed and suction to make Colin come hard and fast. But Draco had an entirely different technique. He used his tongue like a weapon, or a tool designed solely for the art of sucking cock. It was slow, precise, and very much Malfoy.
Draco moaned loudly around Colin. Colin opened his eyes and looked down to see Malfoy looking up at him, his head cocked to the side, lips swollen and pumping up and down, a dribble of spit just sliding out of the corner of his mouth. The sight caused Colin's thoughts to scramble and rearrange themselves. For the first time, he thought of himself as the Top…and right now, Draco's my bottom.
Without stopping, Draco took Colin's hand and laid it on his head. He moaned again, urging Colin to understand.
Colin, despite being completely engrossed in the pleasure pulsing through him, laced his fingers in Malfoy's blond-and soft, he noted—hair. He watched as Malfoy's stokes became longer, yet no less fluid. Watching his cock disappear in and out of those lips, he tightened his fingers in Malfoy's hair.
"Mmhmm," Draco moaned around him again, sucking harder and faster. "Fuckmymouth," he said so quickly that Colin barely noticed that his mouth had broke contact.
Colin hesitated for only a second, but thought What the fuck? Just do it! He filled his hand with more of Draco's hair, gripping it close to the scalp, and pulled up until Draco's lips were tightly wrapped around the tip of his prick. He paused to gasp at the image this presented, with Draco's eyes practically begging him to do it.
Knowing he would lose his nerve if he didn't do it now, Colin put the other hand on the arm of the chair for leverage, spread his legs further, and used his stomach muscles to thrust up into Draco's mouth. At first, he didn't go all the way in, scared of doing too much and hurting Draco; but then Draco started moaning repeatedly around his cock, still looking up at Colin.
"Fuck, Draco," Colin whispered, thrusting up harder and pulling Draco's head down to meet the base of his cock.
Draco began a repeated string of "mhm, mhm, mhm mhm…" his voice rising with each hum of consent.
Colin could hardly believe he was doing this—to Draco Malfoy of all people. Draco's mouth felt so fucking good on him and goddamn Draco looked and sounded so good sucking cock.
OH fuck I'm going to come! It hit suddenly, making it difficult for him to form words to warn Draco. All he managed was, "I..I...oh god…"
Draco looked at Colin, and moaned his approval through his heavy lidded eyes, "mmmhmmm". Colin gasped as Draco grabbed his ass, forcing Colin's cock to stay buried in his throat. It was all over after Draco swallowed once. Colin came hard, gasping repeatedly as he shot in waves down Draco's throat.
Colin watched as Draco released him from his mouth. He wanted to shut his eyes, possibly go to sleep, but Draco made sure neither of those things happened. He smiled at Colin before standing. Colin couldn't move out of his nude slouch in the armchair, but his eyes were attentive to every move Draco made.
The removal of the gray vest took only a moment. Colin moaned quietly at the sight of Draco Malfoy, hair slighty mussed, head tilted to the side, smiling down at Colin. The Slytherin slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and Colin's eyes took in each piece of skin that appeared. He watched the delicate, long hands as they pulled every tiny button through every tiny button hole. The shirt slid from the shoulders, down slender toned arms, and onto the floor. Then he went for his belt.
Colin couldn't believe what he was seeing. Sure, he had seen Draco naked before—naked and having sex…but Draco had never been naked for Colin. Seeing him strip now, slacks sliding down his long lean legs, black tight briefs hugging the pale frame perfectly…Colin found it hard to breath. I have to touch him. He didn't hesitate to obey his thought. He stood, with a graceful shakiness, and approached Draco.
Colin didn't touch immediately. He looked at Draco's body. He imagined touching Draco, the way George touched him…
"You can touch me," Draco whispered, as though he knew exactly what Colin was thinking.
Colin looked up into Draco's eyes for only a moment before they returned to his pale, lean body. Colin reached his hands out and placed them on Draco's chest. He let his thumbs slide over Draco's nipples, testing the sensitivity there. Draco exhaled a breathy moan in response. Colin smirked up at him before letting his fingertips slide lower. He could see Draco's erection through the fabric of his underwear, and he couldn't bring himself to be patient. He very much wanted to see it. He slipped a finger beneath the fabric and pulled forward, looking down into them. He had to bite his lip to keep from moaning at the beautiful sight before him. Draco's cock was exquisite up close. It was nestled in blonde curls, fairly long and fairly thick; not as big as George's and not as big as he remembered Harry's to be, either; but it was still bigger than Colin's.
A shock of heated embarrassment suddenly spiked through him. He had never thought to be self conscious about the size of his own cock. It wasn't tiny or anything, but it was certainly nowhere near what Draco was used to getting with Harry. He had measured it once—just out of curiosity. It had been about six inches, and according to his monthly subscription of The Polished Handle, that length was perfectly average. Of course, at the time, he didn't think he'd ever be sticking his perfectly average cock anywhere but in a mouth.
"Colin?" Draco whispered from above him.
Colin didn't realize he had been standing there, staring into Draco's shorts like an idiot. He was startled out of his thoughts by Draco's voice, causing him to release Draco's waist band quickly.
"Ouch, fuck!" Draco hissed.
"I'm sorry, Draco, I didn't mean to," Colin was more embarrassed than he had ever been in his life. He felt slightly panicked as Draco took a step back, rubbing the stung flesh beneath the waist band. "You just startled me, I didn't mean to hurt you, I promise."
"It's okay, really…" Draco grimaced. "You know that we don't have to do this, right? You seem really uncomfortable."
Those seemed to be the magic words to make Colin feel just that—uncomfortable. He was suddenly very aware of his own state of undress. His hands flew to cross in front of him, trying not to be too obvious, but coming off completely obvious. "Oh…n..no…I'm not uncomfortable-"
"Oh really?" Draco arched a disbelieving eyebrow at the boy.
"No! I mean I wasn't uncomfortable…I just…when I saw…" he tried to point at Draco's diminished bulge without moving his hands, unable to meet the other boy's eyes in his embarrassment.
"What? Not big enough for you? I suppose George's really makes mine look tiny?" Draco actually sounded hurt.
Colin momentarily forgot about his nudity as Draco's words met his ears. He lifted his hands, waving them frantically in defense. "Oh no! It's not that at all! It's…" He froze, going red at what he'd have to admit in order to explain himself.
"Yes?" Draco pushed.
Colin clamped his eyes shut and said what he needed in a rush of shame. "I didn't think you'd enjoy me fucking you because mine is so small." He felt like he was literally dying from the embarrassment, especially when Draco didn't say anything immediately. He opened his eyes and was met with the Malfoy smirk. "What's that look for?" Colin demanded, suddenly angry at the Slytherin's response.
"That's what this is all about?" he asked.
"Yes…" Colin crossed his arms across his chest defensively, his anger taking over his embarrassment of being nude.
"Well…that's just ridiculous." Draco stated firmly.
Colin opened his mouth to respond, but didn't get the chance to. Draco was gliding toward him fast, evil smirk in place. His eyes widened as he realized that Draco was going to collide with him. He was wrong, though. Before he knew what was happening, Draco's hand was pushing on his chest, and he was stumbling backwards before his knees hit the edge of the couch. He fell onto the plush piece of furniture, still in a state of shock.
"Draco, wha-" he tried, but cut off as Draco promptly straddled him, grinding against him and pressing their lips together. "Mmmm…" Colin's mind stopped working. Quickly, two very erect pricks were sliding against each other. Draco was moaning so seductively into Colin's mouth before pulling slightly back.
"Please tell me you still wanna top me? I promise you'll love it…I've been told I'm an excellent bottom," his voice was low with a note of pleading in it that sent desire pulsing through Colin's cock.
"Godric, yes!" Colin gripped Draco's ass in his hands, pulling Draco harder into him, creating more friction. "I want you to ride me, Draco…please," he added.
"Accio Lube," Draco demanded, and the bottle came soaring from an end table into his hand. He climbed off Colin's lap, sliding to his knees on the floor and forcing the bottle into Colin's hand.
"What are you doing?" Colin took the bottle, but he didn't understand why Draco had moved off of him.
"I want you to prepare me like this…" Draco smirked before turning around and bending over on his knees right in front of Colin.
Colin gaped at seeing Draco Malfoy so exposed before his wide eyes. Not wanting to be caught staring awkwardly for a second time, he moved forward, popping the top of the bottle in his hand. I can't believe this is happening, kept playing over and over in his mind. He put a drop of lube on the tip of one finger and slowly circled Draco's opening. Draco moaned and dropped his forehead down to his folded arms. He continued circling the hole, noticing that his hands were shaking. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves.
"You're such a tease," Malfoy moaned.
Colin smiled, but lifted the bottle of lube, squeezing some out to land at the top of Draco's crack. He rubbed his fingers in it, applying more pressure to Draco's opening. He positioned the tip of his finger, mustering his Gryffindor courage and praying that it didn't fail him now. Then Draco's hole puckered—actually puckered—around the tip of his finger, and Colin almost came right then. Instead, he pushed his finger inside. He thought he had shoved it in too quickly, but Draco's appreciative moan, and the way his back arched into it, eased that particular fear. He rubbed his finger along Draco's warm channel, wondering how exactly his cock was going to fit. Harry's fit, so mine will, he reassured himself.
"More," Draco lifted on his hands, looking over his pale shoulder at Colin.
Colin hastened to obey, thrusting a second finger inside, beside the other. He started pumping them in and out, hoping beyond hope that Draco would like it. He arched his fingers, searching for that spot that he knew was somewhere inside. He knew when he found it: Draco threw his head back, his back arched like a bow, and his passage quivered around Colin's two fingers.
"Yes, yes, good, Colin, good…" he gasped in one breath.
Colin massaged the spot with the tips of his fingers, enjoying the sight of Draco writhing against his fingers, muttering incoherently before suddenly—
"Stop!" Draco cried.
Colin stilled instantly. "What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" Colin started panicking in his head. Draco really seemed to have been enjoying it.
"No, but I'm going to come before I get your cock in me if you don't stop," Draco explained, crawling forward to gently pull himself from Colin's fingers.
"Oh…oh good," Colin stuttered, watching the sexy, stretched Slytherin stand to his feet. He expected for Draco to turn around and take his former position in his lap, but Draco had other plans. He backed up to Colin, slowly lowering to his lap. Colin was again gaping as he watched Draco's perfect round ass lowering to his lap. He moaned and fell back against the couch as Draco ground against him.
"You should lube your cock now…" Draco whispered, barely looking over his shoulder.
Colin fumbled to open the lid of the bottle this time, and he squeezed a very liberal amount into his palm in his haste. He was very thankful that Draco wasn't turned around to watch him stumble around. He quickly rubbed the lube all over his cock, not caring that a large portion of it was dripping down his ball sack. "O..okay…" he stuttered, letting Draco know he had done as instructed.
Draco continued his grinding, moving so that Colin's cock slid back and forward between his ass cheeks. It felt so good, and Colin's breathing immediately became heavy. He lightly grabbed Draco's sides, helping him move.
"Fuck, this feels amazing!" Colin praised the other blonde.
Draco just chuckled before replying, "It gets better."
"Oh, I'm sure it does…I don't know how much longer I can wait though…I'm so close already," Colin admitted, too pleasured to be embarrassed at the confession. He couldn't take his eyes off of Draco's lithe body, sliding over his glistening prick. His breath was effectively taken away when Draco lifted off his lap a bit, exposing him again to that wet, tight entrance.
"Ready?" he turned to straddle Colin's lap, feet planted on the sofa on either side.
Colin looked up into his eyes, and whispered quietly but sure, "Yeah." He held his prick up, pleased that Draco hadn't had to tell him to do so. "Go ahead."
Draco slowly lowered until his slicked asshole was touching the tip of Colin's twitching cock.
"Shitfuckohgod," Colin breathed, his eyes rolling back. "I swear I'm gonna cum as soon as I'm in there."
"You better not!" Draco exclaimed with a smile.
"Well, I will try!" Colin exclaimed back. "But I'm certainly making no promises—you know it's my first time," he blushed at the end of his outburst.
"I'm only kidding. I know you'll try very hard." Draco leaned forward and kissed the blushing boy while he slowly lowered onto his cock.
Colin gasped continuously against Draco's mouth, unable to participate in the kiss any more. Draco's ass was squeezing Colin's virgin cock impossibly tight. He was barely aware of the sweat that was breaking out along his hair line, or that his hands were digging sharply into Draco's hips, or that he had completely stopped breathing. Only two thoughts existed in his mind: This is so goddamn fucking good and Please GodricMerlinJesus do not let me cum right now. Apparently, some entity was listening and on his side, because his dick was fully buried inside Draco's ass and Colin, for the life of him, had no idea how he wasn't cumming yet.
"It's a good thing you sucked me off before we did this," Colin stated, finally opening his eyes to look at Draco.
Draco looked just as comfortable as could be. One hand was grasping the back of the couch behind Colin's head, the other hand lightly fondling his own testicles. He chuckled in response to Colin's statement before adding, "You know, I really hope our boyfriends walk in on us like this." He sounded very conversational considering that he had Colin's dick buried in his ass.
Colin smiled at the idea, "Would they be able to get in here?" he wondered.
"I suppose if we want them to…I want them to." Draco rationalized.
"Me, too." Colin said simply, unable to say more as Draco made a movement. The short conversation had somehow allowed Colin to reign in his orgasm to a limit that would be less embarrassing, and for that he was thankful.
Instead of lifting off and moving back down on Colin's cock—as Colin had watched Draco do to Harry—Draco began rocking his hips in small back and forward motions.
"This okay?" Draco asked.
"More than okay, it's great…what…what about for you?" Colin responded.
"Mmmm…very good." He leaned in to kiss Colin, speeding up his pace.
Colin's bravery was peaking. He thoroughly snogged Draco, occasionally biting at his lower lip before sucking on it. He let his hands wander around to Draco's ass, grabbing him there and urging him to really ride him. Draco complied immediately and with a smile.
Colin grasped Draco tighter and tighter as Draco rode him longer and harder. When Colin thrust up to meet him the first time, Draco got very loud, arching beautifully. Somehow, Colin had hit that sweet spot. Colin thrust up to meet him every time, concentrating so intently on hitting that same spot over and over again that it took him completely by surprise when Draco screamed his name and shot cum between them.
That's amazing, Colin thought. Being on this side of the sex—the top side—was quiet rewarding in an entirely different way than when on bottom. He gasped as Draco's orgasm ended and his began. Draco looked at him, smiling, and rode him so hard. Colin's toes curled and his eyes widened as he had an orgasm like he never had before. He would have shut his eyes, but he couldn't take his eyes off of Draco's sweaty, smiling face.
"Wow…Draco…wow, that was….oh wow," Colin tried. He resorted to showing Draco his appreciation. He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Draco's back. Draco laced his arms around Colin's neck just as eagerly, and their lips and tongues intertwined in mutual appreciation. When breathing became a necessity, they pulled apart only slightly, both smiling at each other. "You made that a really great first time for me," Colin whispered as he blushed.
"You did so good…I really thought you'd come long before I did…we'll have to do this again sometime…" Draco whispered, then pecked Colin on the lips again.
"I'd like that…" Colin responded just as quietly. "You're really sexy," he blurted.
"Thanks. So are you. Never thought I'd be letting little Colin Creevey fuck me…much less thinking of letting him do it again," he laughed, bending to lay his forehead on Colin's shoulder.
Colin's eyes widened as he looked over Draco's shoulder.
George and Harry stood there, too far apart to be side by side. They had identical smirks that would be more humorous if not for the lust that caused both sets of eyes to be heavy lidded. Harry had unzipped his pants and his cock was hard in his hand. George's hand was in his pants, obviously stroking the heavy bulge within.
"Draco…we've been caught," Colin whispered into the ear beside his mouth.
"Hm?" Draco's head shot up and he turned his head around sharply. Colin now had to lean to the side to see around him.
Neither Draco nor Colin realized the image they posed to the two watching men in the room. Two wanton little blonde boys, faces in lustful shock, realizing they'd been caught—torn between feeling guilty and getting turned on.
Harry and George smiled at each other, then moved over to the two boys, George releasing his cock on the way.
Colin's cock twitched in Draco's ass, snapping both boys out of their daze. Draco turned around to ease Colin's softened prick out of him. He plopped down on the couch beside Colin, both boys looking up at their boyfriends, eyes wide and waiting for them to say something.
"Colin…" George was the first to break the silence. Draco and Colin both shifted their attention to him. "Why don't you show Harry what a good little cock sucker you are?" he commanded in a way that Colin had never seen from George before. But he found he really liked that side, and was eager to comply. He looked to Draco first, who nodded and winked at him, then he quickly got to his knees and scooted in front of Harry.
"You, too, Draco," Harry said to the blonde remaining on the couch. "Show George what you got…" Draco moved in front of George, on his knees.
Colin and Draco looked at each other—both on their knees, side by side, each in front of the others boyfriend. They smiled at each other, neither able to hide their excitement, before facing the large erections before them.
Colin looked up at Harry, hardly able to believe he was about to suck the cock of Harry bloody Potter. Harry arched an eyebrow at him expectantly. Colin did his best to contain the smile of excitement, and leaned forward to do as George had told him. George was so right to make me meet Draco… Colin's nerves were a long way behind him.