Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

A Secondary Education	By : Thunderbird Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 27880 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any affiliated characters. I make no profit from this story.

Chapter List
- 11
- 12
- 13
A/N: Oh, the smut. The shameless, dirty smut, as is becoming regular with this fic. But there are also a lot more feelings in here than I expected, though I don't know why I'm surprised. I'm finally coming to terms with the fact that writing about feelings is sort of my thing. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this next installment.
And to my reviewers, you guys continue to be my inspiration, even as I'm trying to get my writing groove back after an intense and distracting summer. Thank you so much for your patience. I am plugging away with the writing now, I promise you.
Lesson 12: Playing with Toys
“Can I ask you something…?” Draco trailed off, aware that the incomplete question would pique Harry’s curiosity.
The brunet turned in his side, his soft cock bumping against Draco’s hip. They’d already fucked, and hard, and it should have been time for them to go to sleep. But Draco’d had a thought, and he couldn’t seem to get it out of his head.
“Something…” Harry prompted.
“Personal,” Draco finished. “Something you might not expect me to ask.”
He felt Harry shift next to him. “All right.”
Draco chewed on his lip a moment, wondering if he was really going to ask what he wanted to ask.
“Have you ever… had a threesome?”
He could sense Harry’s surprise more than see it. It was too dark to really make out the features of Harry’s face.
“Yes,” the brunet answered finally. “Twice.”
“Oh.” Draco realized he had actually been expecting Harry to answer in the negative, though he couldn’t fathom why. “What was it like?”
There was a moment of considering silence. “Disappointing. Each time in its own way.”
“How so?”
“Well, the first one...” He heard Harry chuckle sardonically. “The first one was, if you can believe it, with a man and a woman.”
Draco didn’t answer right away, too shocked to speak. Harry waited.
“I thought you said you’ve never slept with a woman.”
“I did say that. Because she’s the only woman who I’ve ever come close to sleeping with, but even so I don’t think it really counts.”
“All right, now I’m really curious.”
He heard Harry chuckle again. “It was a Muggle bloke named Simon who I was dating at the time. He was in an open marriage with his wife Celia. Since Simon was bisexual they liked to bring in, you know, a third, sometimes. Another bloke, to spice things up. And they invited me.”
“And you agreed, even though you knew you were gay?”
“I was young, only nineteen. I had only been out a few months. This is when I was still an Auror. My schedule was insane, and I didn’t have that much experience dating yet. At that point I was pretty much open to whatever opportunities fell in my lap.” Draco felt the bed rock a bit as Harry shifted. “Simon was thirty-six. I mean, still really fit, but… you know, older than me. Almost twice my age. He had a lot of experience. He taught me a lot of what I know about sex.”
Draco thought about that. “So you figured the threesome would just be another learning experience?”
“Yeah, pretty much. I was nineteen and horny as hell. I was in the middle of my sexual awakening. I wanted to try everything. I figured I could get it up and keep it up, even with a woman. I figured it wouldn’t be all that different, really. I had dated girls. It wasn’t like I didn’t think women were beautiful. So…”
“So you tried it. And it wasn’t good?”
“It was a disaster. It was actually really…” Harry scratched his chest back and forth with blunt fingernails for a moment. “It was pretty humiliating, at least at the time.”
“Oh.” Draco was starting to worry that he shouldn’t have brought it up.
“I just couldn’t perform, in the end,” Harry admitted matter-of-factly. “The kissing was all right, you know, as we worked our way up to it. And Celia was lovely. At first I thought it would be all right. Simon wanted me to play with her breasts a bit and I didn’t have a problem with that. It was actually sort of fascinating, not what I was used to. But looking back on I can see that I was more fascinated than aroused. It all felt a bit clinical, although I wasn’t thinking about it in those terms at the time. I just wanted to… I don’t know. I just wanted to please Simon, I suppose.”
Draco listened intently, trying to discern what emotion lay under Harry’s words as he told this story. He had a feeling that the relationship with this Simon bloke had been more than the casual things Harry had with his lovers now. It sounded much more formative and complicated.
“It all went to hell after that, though, because Simon wanted me to go down on her. And I…” Draco caught a flash of Harry’s white teeth the dark, a nervous flit of a smile glinting in the moonlight. “Well, frankly, I looked at her and thought to myself… ‘I’d pretty much rather do anything in the world other than go down on her right now.’” Draco laughed and Harry copied him. “I mean really. In that moment I thought I would have rather endured another head-to-head with a dragon, or a Potions lesson with Snape, or a duel with Voldemort himself than have to put my mouth on a vagina.”
He had to pause then, because Draco had a bit of a laughing fit at that, and needed some time to get himself under control. Harry sounded much more cheerful at the prospect of sharing all this when he could finally continue.
“It was a revelation really, or perhaps simply confirmation of what I knew deep down but wasn’t yet ready to fully embrace: I was really and truly gay. There was no tiny sliver of heterosexuality in me. I was sure of it, in that moment. The problem was, it was a rather inconvenient time to have such a revelation, with Simon and Celia right there, waiting for me to pleasure her.”
Draco shook his head. He couldn’t even imagine. “So what did you do?”
“What could I do? I had to walk away. I wasn’t going to… I knew to try and force myself to have sex with a woman… I mean, what was the point? Of course, I was nineteen and still a bit awkward, so I didn’t handle it all that well. I think I said something like, “Sorry. I just really only like cock, turns out.’ And then I took off. Needless to say that was the end of my relationship with Simon.”
Draco giggled some more before sobering up. “Still, it might have been an important lesson for you, even if it was… embarrassing.”
“I think you’re right,” agreed Harry. “Because a lot of things did change after that. It was only a few months later that I realized I wasn’t happy in my job and decided to switch careers. And after that I let myself fully embrace being gay. I owned it in a way I hadn’t before. Anyway, it happened, and it wasn’t good.”
“So I assume the second time was with two men, then?”
“Of course. I wasn’t about to make that same mistake again.”
“But it still wasn’t good.”
“No, it really wasn’t. And frankly it surprised me at the time.”
“Hm. I always wondered… I’ve never had a threesome, so I wouldn’t know. But I always thought that the dynamics of three… I always thought someone might end up feeling left out. Was that it?”
Harry was silent a moment. “Sort of. But not quite. The situation, you see… So I was seeing these two wizards, Caleb and Daniel. One was a Ravenclaw our year and one was…” He stopped to think. “I think Daniel was two years above me in Gryffindor. We never knew each other in our school days, and the two of them didn’t know each other. But then, for my twenty-second birthday, Hermione and Ron threw this party for me and invited both of them. So they met and hit it off, then figured out they were both dating me. So it became this sort of… polyamorous situation, you could say, where we were all involved with each other. So naturally the topic came up of all three of us sleeping together at the same time.”
“Makes sense,” said Draco, “if you were all three sleeping with each other already.”
“Exactly. That was our thinking. So we tried it. But… I have to tell you, it’s just… different. One-on-one, you know where to put your focus. Your partner and their pleasure are what matter. But with two of them… I just couldn’t get into it. I was too focused on if each of them were having a good time and making sure that neither of them was left out, like you said and I… well, I suppose I ended up making myself a bit left out, in the end. I got off and everything but I just felt… weird.”
“Yeah.” Draco could see how that would be true, especially with Harry being who he was. He was such a generous, attentive lover. Having two partners at the same time would stretch him too thin.
“The thing was, Caleb and Daniel both really liked it. So they kept at it. With other blokes I mean. I told them after that first time that threesomes really weren’t for me. They were quite nice about it. Decent blokes, they were. But they liked having a third. I kept dating them, but they sort of became… really about each other, after a while, if that makes sense. They ended up being primary partners and only brought in secondary partners on occasion. They even moved in together, eventually. That’s when I decided it was about time for me to move on, and I stopped seeing both of them. It had fizzled out anyway.”
“They fell in love?”
Harry was silent a moment. “Yeah. I suppose they did.”
Both of them were quiet for a few minutes, each lost in their own thoughts.
“So,” Harry said finally. “Those were my quite disappointing experiences with threesomes. But you haven’t mentioned why you brought it up.”
Draco wasn’t sure what to say. “I suppose I was just… curious.”
“Do you want to try one? Was that what you were asking? Because if… well…” Harry cleared his throat. “Obviously if you want to try it, you should, but I’ll be honest. I’m not really interested in that. I wouldn’t like to bring in a third with you. I really don’t think… well… I know myself well enough to know I wouldn’t like it.”
Draco considered all that Harry had just shared. “I honestly think my experience would be similar to yours, if I tried it. So I don’t think I particularly want to.” Maybe he was imagining it, but he thought he felt Harry’s body relax a bit next to him when he said that. “I only brought it up because…” He huffed a nervous laugh. “I had this… thought, and it sort of…”
Harry waited for him to go on, then prompted him with a “Yes…?”
“All right, well…” Draco realized he was grinning widely, almost in disbelief. “So, I was thinking about threesomes, with three men together, mostly because I was thinking about how one of the men… could be… you know, in the middle…” He trailed off, wondering if Harry would get it. But the brunet didn’t say anything. “I was thinking about how one of the men could potentially fuck someone and get fucked at the same time. And that… intrigued me.”
Harry hummed knowingly then. “Right,” he said. “Yes, it’s an intriguing idea. Get your prostate hammered and your cock squeezed at the same time.”
“I mean, I honestly don’t know if the mechanics even work like that,” Draco said, realizing he was babbling a bit. “Maybe it’s one of those things that sounds better in theory than it is in practice. But I was just… well, like I said, I was intrigued.”
Harry ran a hand lightly up and down Draco’s abdomen. “I wouldn’t know about the actual mechanics of doing it with two other men, as I’ve never done that before. But there are ways to experience something similar with just one partner and the right toys.”
“Toys?”
“Namely a dildo or a vibrator, something designed to massage the prostate. You can charm them to fuck you just like someone’s cock, if you want. Anyway, you can use that while fucking your partner. I’ve done it before. It’s really intense, but also really good.”
“Oh,” Draco said, trying to picture that in his mind.
“You might enjoy it quite a bit. Of course, it would be like… you know, getting fucked. You were unsure if you wanted to try that, last time we talked about it.” Harry’s tone was cautious.
“I know,” said Draco. “But I guess I’m… rethinking that. I mean, the fingering and stuff has been really good so…” His face felt a bit hot. This was still hard to talk about so openly, sometimes, though he was getting better at it. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m ready to explore having other things inside me.”
Harry continued to play along Draco’s stomach with his fingers, sending delicious shivers across the blond’s skin as he waited for a response. “I would really like that,” Harry admitted finally, his voice hoarse. “The thought of you with a vibrator inside you really turns me on.”
“Yeah,” Draco said, swallowing. “Me too.”
“We can start small, you know. I can find something… Let me do some research, and then I can order something that would work, and we can try it out.”
“Yeah, all right. Thanks.”
Harry chuckled at that and dipped closer to nibble on Draco’s earlobe. “My pleasure,” he said teasingly. “Yours too, hopefully.”
Draco laughed lightly, tilting his head to give Harry better access to the most sensitive parts of his neck and jaw. “I have no doubt,” he said breathlessly, smiling into the dark.
***
“Steady,” Draco instructed softly, aware of Raisie McNeal’s shaking hands as she added liquefied Asphodel to the cauldron simmering in front of them. “You want to do it slowly, remember? Only a milliliter or so at a time, paying attention to the changes you see.”
“I know, Professor,” she said, watching her own moves carefully, her mouth twisted in concentration. “I’m just a bit nervous, I suppose. I really want this to work.”
“I understand,” Draco replied. “But not everything you try will. That’s why we experiment. We can’t get too attached to the outcome, lest we make a mistake, or worse, let our hopes and biases distort the data.”
Her eyes flickered to him a moment. “That’s true,” she said.
“The theory is sound,” Draco assured her. “If it doesn’t work, we’ll adjust the method and go from there, yes?”
She nodded, just the smallest jerk of a movement, and added another few drops of Asphodel to the cauldron.
“What do you see?” Draco asked her.
“The color is starting to change. It’s bluer than before. More blue than gray, now.”
“Good. What does that tell you?”
“That the Asphodel is reacting with the poison.”
“In what way?”
“Hopefully rendering it inert.”
“Hopefully?”
She glanced at him again. “Well, we’ll have to test it to be sure, won’t we?”
Draco smiled. “Yes.” He watched her pour in some more. “Careful,” he said. “Not too much.”
“Right. Sorry.”
“How will you know when you’ve added enough?”
McNeal paused, not seeming to have an answer.
“Think about it,” Draco encouraged, not wanting to give it away just yet. “Think about what you know is changing.”
“The color,” she said, almost to herself. “It started gray and is moving into blue, so… I will have added enough when all the gray is gone? Because that means there is no active poison left?”
“Very good,” Draco said, and his student looked pleased.
They were silent as the young Gryffindor added more liquid, drop by drop.
“Is it ready?” she asked finally, staring into the cauldron. “Is that enough?”
“You tell me,” Draco said, looking at the now royal blue liquid hissing away inside. “It’s your experiment.”
She cast him another nervous glance, huffed a breath, and said, her back straightening. “I think it’s enough.”
Draco tried not to grin too widely. She had very good intuition indeed. “What’s next, then?” he asked her.
“It has to settle,” she said, waving her wand and muttering the spell to extinguish the flame underneath. “We should be able to test it in about twenty minutes.
“All right. I brought some rats for us to try it on,” he pointed to the cage behind him, where a couple of white rats were scurrying around. “Don’t worry, they’ve been transfigured from doorknobs, so they aren’t really alive. But the results would be the same as if we were using a real rat, since, for now, their anatomy is the same.”
She sighed. “That’s good. I always wondered…” She didn’t complete the thought, her eyes flickering to something else on Draco’s desk. The blond turned his head to follow her gaze.
The dragon on his desk was moving. He felt his stomach flip, as he always did when he received a message from Harry. But it wouldn’t do to answer the message now. He’d have to wait until McNeal had gone.
“I like that dragon,” McNeal commented. “I’ve never seen anything like it before. Where did you get it?”
“A friend made it for me, as a gift,” he said.
“That’s very nice. Thoughtful.” She watched it some more. “It’s a charm that makes it do that, I suppose. Move like that, I mean.”
“Yes,” Draco replied vaguely.
“It’s quite realistic. A good bit of magic, that. You have a clever friend.”
“Yes, he is quite clever,” Draco agreed.
“It’s usually still, though, when it’s sitting on your desk during class. What makes it move, then?”
“Hm?” Draco asked, pretending to not understand the question.
“Well, those kinds of charms need a trigger, don’t they? There must be something that activates it.”
Draco resisted the urge to snort in amusement and exasperation. He liked McNeal’s curiosity; it would make her a great Potions master someday. But right now it was inconvenient.
“No, it’s random,” he said, trying to keep his tone light.
She stared at him, and for a moment he thought she was going to call him out on the lie. But then she seemed to remember it was a professor she was asking personal questions to, and her gaze dropped back to the cauldron. “I should take notes on this, I suppose, shouldn’t I?”
“That’s always wise,” Draco agreed.
She nodded and set to work, looking over her current notes and adding new ones. Draco went around to the other side of his desk to mark more essays, doing his best to ignore the paper dragon as it reared back insistently over and over again.
Eventually the potion had settled and was ready to be tested. Draco held the rat steady with two hands and talked McNeal through how to give it the proper dosage. Then they waited, both watching the clock on Draco’s classroom wall. Nothing happened.
After a full sixty seconds had passed, McNeal gave an excited squeak. “It worked!” she said. “The poison was rendered inert!”
“Yes. It was. The theory holds. But let’s see what happens with more complex poisons.”
“Which one do you think we should try next?”
Draco arched a brow at her. “That’s up to you, remember?”
“Right,” she breathed. “I’m not used to that.”
“This is NEWT level work, which is a lot more independent, true.”
He saw McNeal trying to suppress a self-satisfied smile. “I’ll just do some research, then. And I’ll let you know when I’ve picked the next poison.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Draco agreed.
She took her leave then, practically bouncing as she walked out of the classroom, still flushed from her success. Draco watched her go with an affectionate shake of his head then turned back to the dragon, now quite keen to read what Harry had written to him.
It’s arrived, the message read. Shall we test it soon?
Draco exhaled a shaky breath, nervous and excited all at once. Harry had ordered something special for him, as he had promised. And now it was time to use it. Was he ready?
Tonight, he wrote back. I’ll come to yours at ten.
The reply was quick.
10 o’clock. I can’t wait.
***
“You’re nervous,” Harry said against his neck.
Draco sighed and tried to relax. “A bit.”
Harry sucked on Draco’s pulse point, one of his favorite spots, making Draco arch into him automatically. “There’s no need to be,” he said. “As with everything else, if you don’t like it, we’ll stop. Simple as that.”
“I want to like it,” Draco said, as though it were a confession. He couldn’t convey just how much he wanted to like it. He couldn’t convey how afraid he was that he wouldn’t.
“Well, I would hope so.” Harry worked his way to Draco’s mouth and kissed him languidly and sensually for a minute or two, making Draco almost forget why they were there in the first place. But the hand massaging his naked hip and arse brought it back in full force. He pulled away.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, aware that his voice sounded a bit small.
Harry gazed down at him softly. “You will feel stretched, much like how it is when I put more than one finger inside you, only more so. There may be a bit of a burning sensation at first. But then you’ll adjust, and it will feel good. I’ll make sure of it.”
Draco stared up at him, absorbing that. He appreciated the honesty. It made him feel better, more prepared.
Harry was always very good at that.
“All right,” he said, making sure he fully understood. Knowledge helped him, it seemed. “So you’ll stretch me, then put it inside me, and then activate it.”
“That’s right. It will vibrate. Which should feel very good. And then, if and when you’re ready, I’ll charm it to move in and out of you. Which should feel even better.”
“And then I’ll fuck you.”
“If you like.” Harry kissed him with little soft pecks on his lips and cheek. “Or we can just focus on you and your pleasure, so you can get used to the feeling. Or we can suck each other off, or any number of things. Whatever you like.”
Draco swallowed and stared at the ceiling. “Yeah.”
Harry lifted himself further up on his elbows, jostling Draco a little on the bed. A hand reached up to cradle Draco’s head as Harry tilted the blond’s gaze to look directly at him.
“We don’t have to do this tonight,” the brunet said.
Draco stared into green irises and knew he didn’t want to turn away now. “If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t,” he said.
He saw Harry’s brow furrow in confusion, trying to work out what he was saying.
“But because it’s you, I want to.”
He hoped Harry would understand what he meant by that.
You’re the only one I trust enough for this.
“Draco…”
But Draco craned his neck and captured Harry’s mouth with his, cutting off what the brunet was planning to say next. “I want it,” he murmured. “I want you to do it.”
Harry moaned, and they kissed and kissed, and Draco let himself surrender to it.
It would be all right. He was with Harry, and it would be all right.
A lubed finger breached his arse, making Draco gasp. But he breathed through it, focusing instead on the plump lower lip between his teeth. He nibbled and suckled at it, and all the while Harry went deeper into him, moving, exploring.
Draco huffed in pleasure when Harry brushed his prostate, and Harry smiled against his cheek.
“Feel good?” he asked.
“Yes,” Draco replied.
“A second finger, then?”
“Yes.” This Draco knew he could handle. He’d lost track of how many times Harry’d had two fingers inside him. Three was another matter. That, he knew from only limited experience, could get rather uncomfortable.
Don’t worry about that now, he told himself. One step at a time.
Two fingers were pumping in and out of him now, occasionally brushing and teasing his sweet spot, and Draco moaned some more, remembering the way Harry liked to grind on Draco’s fingers sometimes. The images it conjured of Harry, so wanton, so unashamed, made Draco’s cock harden further against Harry’s hip. He wrapped his legs around the back of Harry’s thighs, getting purchase so he could ride Harry’s fingers and push them deeper into him. Harry groaned in appreciation.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” he asked breathlessly. “Gods. You are so fucking sexy. You feel so good.”
“Yes,” Draco encouraged. “So good.” This was what he needed. He needed to lose himself completely. He needed to tip over into that other place, the place where his insecurities didn’t plague him, where he could simply take and feel and be.
Harry was rutting against him, and they moved together in sync, naked, almost like they were already fucking. It made Draco feel high and reckless, like he could do anything.
“Harry,” he groaned. “Please. Another. I’m ready.”
Harry seemed to understand, and to trust Draco to know himself, because before the blond knew it there was a third finger seeking entrance. It slipped inside slowly, stretching him, making him feel so full it hurt a little.
“Breathe, baby,” Harry said in his ear. “Just breathe for me. That’s it.”
It was all right. He relaxed. He knew this sensation. It wasn’t unbearable, only strange. But it could be good. He truly believed it could be that.
And it would be even better if I welcomed it, embraced it. The realization struck him suddenly, and he relaxed even more. He wanted to let Harry all the way inside. He’d never wanted it so much, so purely, before.
“Yes, Draco. That’s it,” Harry encouraged as Draco pulled him in further. “Just like that. Fuck, you’re so good. Just perfect.”
The praise was exactly what he needed in that moment, and he sought Harry’s mouth again, showing his appreciation with a clever, hungry tongue. Harry responded enthusiastically, the massaging of his fingers inside Draco mirrored by the activity of his mouth.
It felt like hours that they moved together this way, blissful, drifting hours. Only the incremental stretching and loosening that Draco could feel happening inside him marked any true passage of time at all. This subtle change was the only thing grounding him in the moment, reminding him they were heading somewhere new.
But now, he welcomed it.
“I think you’re ready,” Harry whispered into his mouth. “Do you feel ready?”
Some part of him, even now, wanted to tense and resist. But he’d placated that part of him, drugged it with breath, and pleasure, and Harry, and now its attempts to keep this from him, this experience, were half-hearted at best.
“I’m ready,” he said.
Harry lifted himself off Draco slowly, still watching him. His expression was relaxed and his smile encouraging, but Draco could see the assessment in his eyes as he looked Draco over. He was making sure. He was looking out.
But he was obviously satisfied with what he saw, because he turned away, enough to reach for the toy that had been waiting patiently on the bedside table.
It was long and blue, slimmer than the average cock would be if it were hard. Draco had looked at it wide-eyed when Harry first showed it to him, then tried to control his reaction. But Harry had seen. Harry had known what a big step this was.
Now Draco looked at it calmly, a small pulse of anticipation clenching and unclenching in his gut. It wasn’t thicker than three fingers. Not really. He could do this. In a sense, he already had.
“Turn over,” Harry instructed gently. “In fact, hands and knees will be easiest.”
Draco rolled over and lifted himself into position. He was facing the headboard now, away from Harry, and he was suddenly acutely aware of the way the brunet was kneeling behind him, as naked as he was. He grabbed the headboard for support as one of Harry’s hands ran lovingly down his back and over his arse, gripping and massaging the soft, pale flesh.
Harry scooted closer and Draco released a shaky breath as he realized that the thing bumping softly against his inner thigh was Harry’s erect cock. He heard a soft moan behind him as the erection made contact with Draco’s hanging sac. He looked over his shoulder to find the Gryffindor staring at Draco’s arse in blatant lust. His cock throbbed at the sight, leaking precum onto the sheets below.
He had no doubts, in that moment, about what Harry was thinking.
He wants to fuck me. He wants to put that fat cock inside me and fuck me until he fills me with cum.
He was shocked at himself, how arousing he found that idea. He never thought he would. But there was a part of him, in that moment, that wanted Harry to just go ahead and do it.
But then he saw Harry lift the toy and squeeze a fat line of gel lubricant from tip to end, and Draco came back to his senses, enough to at least remember what they were here for.
One step at a time.
“Keep hold of the headboard,” Harry said. “That’s a good brace.” He rubbed one of the globes of Draco’s arse again. “We’ll go slowly. Just keep breathing”
Draco nodded and tightened his grip on the wood under his hands. As the tip of the toy touched his entrance he felt his insides spasm, but he did as Harry said and let out a long, smooth breath. The tip pushed inside, the lube squelching and that first ring of muscle wrapping around the head like a set of lips. Draco breathed again, and felt himself being filled another inch.
He smiled. It didn’t hurt. Harry had prepared him well.
Another inch. He heard a moan behind him and he turned to look again. Harry was watching the slow intrusion of the toy in awe.
“How does it look?” Draco asked, his tone almost teasing.
Harry gasped and met his eyes. “What?”
“You said you thought it would turn you on, seeing this. So, is it as good as you imagined?”
Harry gave him a reverential smile. “Better.”
Draco grinned. “Good. More, then.”
The vibrator slid in another inch. Easy, welcome, and actually rather… pleasurable. Draco moaned, partially for himself and partially for Harry.
“More, Harry. Please.”
“Fuck,” he heard Harry say under his breath. “Fuck. Look at you.”
“Am I taking it well, Harry?” Draco asked demurely, knowing his mouth was twisting in a sly smile.
“So well,” Harry breathed.
Draco looked over his shoulder again. “Do I look so good like this, with a toy in my arse where your cock could be?”
“Draco,” Harry groaned, grabbing his own erection. He pumped it once, a long slow stroke, and Draco’s arse squeezed around the toy in excitement. He loved that he had this effect on Harry. It made him feel powerful, even though he was the one being penetrated.
The toy was nearly all the way inside him. He felt full and stretched, like Harry said he would, but it felt good. It was nudging the sensitive bundle of his prostate, enough to make him shake and arch.
Just one more inch.
Harry pushed it in just that little bit more, and Draco cried out, letting Harry know he’d found it. “Oh, Gods, yes. Right there.”
Harry pulled it out, just a little bit, and pushed it back in again.
“Oh, yes,” said Draco. “Harder.” He wanted that spot absolutely hammered. He knew, instinctively, that it would feel good.
Harry chuckled, seeming to have regained some of his composure. “Not yet, baby. Let’s feel this first.”
A brief second, a wave of Harry’s wand, and the toy started to vibrate. And it was nothing like Draco had ever felt before. It reverberated through him; it sent the sweet pleasure from his prostate zipping through every nerve, all the way to his fingertips.
He let go of the headboard, collapsing onto the bed with an obscene moan. It was almost too much and yet he simply wanted more. He writhed and panted, trying to move it inside him, trying to get some friction for his cock, which was now so achingly hard he thought he might be able to come from this alone. If he could just get that little bit more.
“Oh, Gods, oh, Gods,” he whimpered. “Fuck. Fuck, yes… Oh.”
“That’s right, Draco,” he heard Harry say behind him, through all his panting and whimpering. “Feel it.”
“Harry.”
“What do you want, Draco?” The voice was suddenly close to his ear, Harry’s warm breath ticking the back of his jaw. “Shall I make it fuck you? Shall I suck you until you come? What do you want?”
Draco blinked through the haze of pleasure, trying to process Harry’s questions. He found, if he tried hard enough, he could focus, and the pleasure didn’t fully control all of his attention.
What did he want?
But he already knew. He wanted the thing he had been fantasizing about that had created this scenario in the first place.
“I want to fuck you.”
Harry kissed his neck. “For that to happen, I need to be prepared. Can you wait that long?”
“Yes.” He knew it would be worth it. “Just don’t have the thing fuck me yet. Leave it just like that.”
“All right.”
“And get under me.”
“Draco, I can prepare myself.”
Draco turned his head to meet his lover’s eyes. “I want to. Get under me.”
Though his voice was rather breathy, it apparently still held enough command for Harry not to argue. He moved around Draco and laid down on his back, and Draco lifted himself onto his knees to make room for him.
They stared at each other for a moment, the only sound in the room the steady hum of the vibrator that was still inside Draco. He was getting used to it now, enough that he trusted he wouldn’t immediately come upon entering Harry. Still, this was going to be short and intense, he could already tell, and he wanted to make sure Harry was as worked up as he was.
He gave Harry’s erection (which was, he was pleased to see, nearly as hard as his own) a couple of light strokes, and then his mouth descended. Harry tossed his head back with a cry of pleasure and surprise as Draco laved at the long shaft before taking as much as he could into his mouth. He developed a rhythm, enough that Harry was starting to roll his body in time with Draco’s movements, and that’s when Draco pulled off.
Harry’s growl turned into a groan as Draco’s mouth went lower, to his bollocks, sucking them gently one at a time. And then Draco spread Harry’s legs wider and lifted them enough to make his pretty pink entrance visible. Harry mewled in anticipation, making Draco grin. Did he know what was coming? Draco had never done this before, but he was willing to do anything required to have Harry begging for his cock and ready to come.
After casting a quick cleansing charm for good measure, Draco lowered his lips, his tongue flicking out to delicately lick at Harry’s rosebud. Harry gasped. Draco increased the pressure, finding the experience not unpleasant. Harry’s natural musk filled his nostrils, an intoxicating scent. He circled the entrance with his tongue, listening all the while for Harry’s reaction.
“Draco,” Harry encouraged, all desperate and breathy. Spurred on, Draco dipped his tongue inside, eliciting a needy moan from the brunet.
Draco adjusted his body on the bed, making the vibrator shift slightly inside him. He groaned at the pleasant sensation and knew Harry could feel the reverb of that groan on his skin. He plunged his tongue deeper, aware of Harry starting to writhe against him as he was being tongue-fucked by Draco for the first time.
Gods, but this was so hot, so empowering, so intimate. He took a moment to marvel at how far he had come, these past months with Harry. He never knew it could be like this.
He pulled away. He was so achingly hard, and, by the looks of it, so was Harry. He plunged two fingers inside the brunet and began to scissor, finding that Harry was already relaxed and stretching easily.
“Just fuck me,” said Harry. “Sweet Merlin, Draco, just… please. Just fuck me.”
Draco didn’t need telling twice. Scooting closer he leaned down over Harry for one more passionate, lust-fueled kiss before lining himself up with Harry’s entrance and pressing forward.
Their collective groans were enough to rattle the pictures on the walls, they were so deep and so loud. As Draco felt Harry’s glorious heat envelop him he was also aware of the way his own arse was clenching down on the vibrator, pulling it deeper into him. He huffed and panted, trying to get the intense pleasure under control. Harry wasn’t helping, what with the way he was squeezing around Draco as if trying to unman him.
Draco, now buried in Harry to the hilt, looked down at the other man. “Go easy on me, baby,” he said, trying out Harry’s usual little pet name. “Or this is going to end much too quickly. You feel far too good.”
Harry grinned. “Take it slow, love,” he said softly.
Draco’s heart stuttered. That was new. But he did not have the time or the brain cells to examine it now. Right now he needed satisfaction. And so he pulled out, slowly, and then sank back in, moaning all the while. The pleasure was intense, coming from two directions, and it was dizzyingly, disorientingly good.
But he didn’t want to lose himself, not completely. Because Harry was underneath him, and Harry needed satisfaction too. So he thrust in again, a little faster this time, and aimed for Harry’s prostate. After another few thrusts he found it, and Harry gripped Draco’s biceps hard. The nails digging into his flesh grounded him, and Draco thrust again, and again, and again, hitting that spot over and over. Harry had yet to lose all sense, but as Draco looked into his eyes he saw the pleasure, the impending climax, building in them.
“Draco,” Harry gasped.
“Harry,” Draco replied.
“Draco.”
“Harry.”
“Draco?”
It took a moment for the blond to realize that Harry wasn’t just moaning his name, and actually wanted to ask something.
“Harry?” he asked, not letting up in his rhythm.
“Draco, do you – oh, fuck – “ Harry interrupted his own thought as his prostate was hammered again. “Oh, fuck, oh, Draco, fuck. Do you… Gods… do you want…?” Draco’s mouth twisted in a smirk and he took pity on the brunet, gentling his thrusts momentarily. “Do you want that – that toy to – to fuck you?” Harry managed finally. “I can make it fuck you.”
Oh. Draco had totally forgotten about that bit. The vibration alone had been intense enough to drive it from his mind. He had forgotten he could have even more, if he wanted.
Could he handle it? Would it be too much? He slammed into Harry, just to hear him mewl and whimper, and decided that yes, hell yes, he wanted it. He wanted the full experience.
“Yes,” he said, giving Harry a sloppy kiss. “Make it fuck me, Harry. Please. Make it fuck me hard while I fuck you.”
Harry groped for his wand, bearing up against Draco’s unrelenting thrusts, and cast the charm with a soft murmur. The toy thrust into Draco’s arse that extra inch, then pulled out and thrust back in, hitting him in the exact right spot. Stars burst before his eyes.
Draco stilled inside Harry for a beat or two, unable to help it.
Sweet fucking Merlin.
“Draco?”
The blond opened his eyes and stared down at the Gryffindor, who was now flushed and ravished and beautiful. Another powerful hit from the vibrator made him groan, but he didn’t break eye contact.
“Is it good?” Harry asked.
Draco kissed him again. “So fucking good.”
Harry smiled. “Good.”
“You are fucking good,” Draco told him. “Fucking brilliant. Fucking beautiful.”
“Fuck me.”
So Draco did. And this time he didn’t worry that he was losing himself. He just let himself go, let himself be buried in Harry and be pounded from behind and let the sensations surround him and consume him and become him, so much so that when he finally came it was a shock, a sudden, unbearable, searing peak of pleasure followed by an endless, throbbing release.
He had meant to say Harry’s name when he came, because he knew Harry always liked that. But it came on so hard and sudden that he barely had breath to gasp. So he simply groaned incoherently and emptied himself into Harry, burying himself as deep as he could. And when he gained some semblance of consciousness he lifted himself, enough to make sure that Harry could come as well. He was again shocked to find that Harry already had, messily and profusely onto his own abdomen, and as Draco looked down at that in awe he realized he himself was still coming, his small thrusts making him pulse more come into Harry’s eager channel.
“Fucking hell,” he said as his climax finally started to wane.
“Yeah,” his lover agreed.
They both laughed, disbelieving, elated giggles that came from deep in their stomachs. Draco, still trying to catch his breath, slid out and off of Harry, nearly crushing Harry’s wand as he found a new spot for himself on the bed. But he picked up the wand just in time and, finding his magic surprisingly compatible with it, used it to clean them both off and cast Finite on the vibrator still working away inside him. He had hardly noticed it at first, such was the strength of his orgasm, but now he was feeling a bit sore. He extracted it delicately and placed it on the bedside table.
“Fun with toys,” said Harry as Draco turned back to him.
“Indeed. I’d love to see you with a vibrator in your arse sometime.”
“Mm. I would definitely be open to that,” Harry said. He grinned. “Does that mean I get to fuck you with it in this time?”
Draco could tell that Harry was teasing, based on his tone, but he shrugged nonchalantly. “Maybe. Who knows?”
Harry stared at him a moment. Then he leaned in for a kiss. “One step at a time,” he said after he pulled away.
“Yes,” Draco agreed.
Still, as Harry extinguished the lamps and settled them comfortably wrapped around each other, Draco couldn’t help but wonder…
It appeared he liked being fucked. It had been intense, and wonderful, and a little overwhelming. And so, so worth it. And he couldn’t help but think that it would be like if it were Harry inside him, pounding away, filling him up, coming hard and hot and groaning.
It could be brilliant, he thought. It could really be something.
Teddy-Potter95: Thank you! I’m really glad you like the addition of Neville. He’s always been a favorite of mine too and I think he provides and good counterpoint to Draco (and a welcome distraction for Francesca). And Draco in denial! He’s very fun (but also frustrating) to write. But it’s good to hear you’re still liking it!
Nowsthethyme: Thank you! Lol, yeah, Draco is being a dope right now. But he is trying to protect himself, as he still has major trust issues. Acknowledging his feelings for Harry will open up all kinds of questions he doesn’t want to reckon with.
goddess-of_dragons: Thank you for being a loyal reader and reviewer as always! Glad you’re loving the buildup. It’s all going to be culminating in the next couple of chapters.
- 11
- 12
- 13
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

A Secondary Education