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Naughty Boy (or He Couldn't Help It)	By : MelMel1982 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9461 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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DISCLAIMER: This again. *sniff* I don�t own anything. Not Harry Potter or Naughty Boy by Gunther and the Sunshine Girls. But if I did own Harry Potter, or Draco Malfoy, they wouldn�t be fighting all the time, if you get my gist.

SUMMARY: Oneshot. What�s a boy to do when he finds himself the prisoner of Harry Potter and Ron Weasley? Have mind-blowing, life changing sex, that�s what.

PAIRINGS: HP/DM, RW/DM, (slight) HP/RW, and (very slight) HP/DM/RW.

WARNINGS!! What doesn�t this story have in it? M/M, slight M/M/M, bond, HJ, Oral, Rim, slight WAFF, PWP, slight mentions of rape, D/s, slight fetish, language, graphic lemon, a light spank, voyeurism, and a whip. I�ll let you figure that out. Pretty much smut, folks. CONTAINS HOT BOY ON BOY SEX!! IF YOU DON�T LIKE THAT KIND OF THING THEN PRESS THE BACKSPACE BUTTON NOW!!

A/N: Jesus, I have no idea where this came from. I went to You Tube (don�t own) and saw a video called Naughty boy that was a Ron/Harry/Draco that was played to �Naughty Boy� by Gunther and the Sunshine Girls and this idea came from it. Bloody hell! Be prepared for a good masturbation session of your own. Or better yet, find a great shag because this one is HOT HOT HOT!!!
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Naughty Boy (or He Couldn�t Help It!)

It was deplorable. It was disgusting. It was embarrassing. It was, deep down inside, something that made Draco Malfoy tingle.

For the longest time he thought of himself as a ladies man, but it finally occurred to him that he was more of a man�s man. He couldn�t help but notice that, more often then not, it was the boys that looked at him with longing in their eyes. And other times it was a look of unbridled lust. Draco nearly fell on his face in shock when a group of Hufflepuff boys wolf whistled at him in the Great Hall a few days ago.

All of that was in good fun, of course. But this? Tied up naked against a cold stone wall!? Humiliation ran through him at the thought of this catastrophe getting out. He didn�t mind being tied up, mind you. He liked a kinky romp now and then. His problem was who his captors were.

Potter and Weasley.

And even then it wasn�t them. At this very minute he could come up with hundreds of cover stories.

Excuses.

He would cry that they kidnapped him! Then he would shout angrily that they tricked him! And he would sob that they raped him! His breath caught in his throat at that thought. Surely they wouldn�t rape him? Of course not. They wouldn�t dare.

Draco tried to push that scenario out of his mind. His major malfunction wasn�t them. It was the fact that he was fast becoming aroused. It was the embarrassing revelation that Potter and Weasley could come back at any minute and do Merlin knew what to him, and the chances were that he would want it.

That horrified him. If people found out that the great Draco Malfoy, Sex God of Slytherin, wanted the Princes of Gryffindor to man-handle him in every sense of the word� Well his reputation would be ruined!

A sound in the corner broke him from his thoughts. The room was blanketed in shadow, and the noise could�ve been anything. Or anyone. If this were any other situation he would�ve called out, but his throat was paralyzed and he could only watch the shadows in fear and perverted curiosity.

Draco heard what sounded like a person, or people, getting up from rickety chairs. Soon the sound of steps echoed through the room. Slowly the bodies of his captors emerged from the inky shadows. First their dragon-leather, biker-boot clad feet (he saw a biker once in Muggle London, but that�s for another story), then leather covered legs appeared (and he had to shake his head to clear up the fog that started to creep in), and lastly the bare chests rippling with muscle earned from long hours of Quidditch came into view, and the blonde had to fight the urge to stare.

Or drool.

Or whimper.

Potter sauntered closer, a smirk plastering itself to his tan, chiseled face. Draco never noticed how much Potter had changed. He no longer had the face of a boy.

�You�ve been a naughty boy, Malfoy,� he announced sensually, bringing the handle of a previously unnoticed whip up to the Slytherin�s cheek, caressing downward, over his jaw, neck, collarbone, and then finally around a hard, pink nipple. Draco was so shocked by Potter�s actions that he couldn�t retain the moan that spilled from his lips

Weasley stayed back and watched, arms crossed. He smirked as well, but the look in his eyes was almost predatory. Weasley was tall, and not as built as Potter, but still just as marvelous to look at. Draco couldn�t believe he was drooling over a Weasley! It was wrong. It was stupid. It felt amazing. He was sure that all the dead Malfoy ancestors were turning in their graves. He looked back to Potter and green eyes smoldered with lust. He considered answering with a cheeky jab like, �Have I?� just to see what his punishment would be. Surely Potter would punish him? That thought sent a thrill down his spine.

�Oh, I�ve been very naughty,� Draco answered, playing along. He was eager to see what his captors would do.

Potter�s brows shot into his hairline in shock, but soon a leer spread across his features. Apparently he was happy that the blonde was going along with the charade, instead of threatening deathly, bloody murder. Weasley chuckled, and Draco jumped out of his skin, realizing that the red head had moved closer and was now hovering near his ear.

�Reckon we�ll have to punish you, Malfoy,� Weasley whispered hotly, blowing a warm puff of breath into Draco�s ear.

�That�s right. You�ve been a right tease, Malfoy; strutting around school looking very much like sex on legs. How many boys have you shagged lately, Malfoy?� asked Potter harshly.

Draco was going to answer that he hadn�t shagged any boys when Weasley piped in, �How many boys have you let thrust their cocks up your arse?�

�I bet you�ve had every boy in Hogwarts!�

��Cept us.�

�What�s the matter? Aren�t we good enough for you?�

Draco was dumbfounded. Where was all of this coming from? �NO! I mean-I didn�t know!� pleaded the blonde, �I thought you hated me! How was I to know you wanted me like that?! And besides, I haven�t been with anyone! I can�t help if I naturally look incredibly edible!�

�Sure you haven�t, Malfoy.�

�I haven�t! Not blokes anyway. Just birds--�

�Shut up.� Potter used the handle of the whip to snap the blonde�s mouth shut. �The point is, Malfoy, that you�re still a dirty cock tease for ignoring us. And we can�t let you get away with that, can we Ron?�

�No way,� the red head answered sensually as he sucked the lobe of Draco�s ear into his mouth, lolling it on his tongue and tracing the shape of the shell.

After a nanosecond of shock, Draco gasped and smiled blissfully at Weasley�s sexually actions. Some punishment! Draco adored has ears to be sucked on. He couldn�t help the shameless moan that escaped him at the treatment, and could hear Potter chuckle.

�Weasley�ahh�you�re going to have to find another way to �punish� me. I�m enjoying myself a bit too--ohh--too much��

The tongue disappeared from his ear at once, much to Draco�s dismay, and soon his head was whipped sideways harshly. Before the blonde could complain a mouth was on his, and said tongue was pushing against his lips commanding entrance. It didn�t take Draco long to let him in, and a war erupted inside the blonde�s mouth as they battled for supremacy.

Draco was hard pressed to deny that Weasley was a good kisser. He was hard pressed to deny anything at this point. He wondered briefly why Ron Weasley (or any Weasley for that matter) would even want to touch him�in any way.

As if reading his mind, the red head pulled away from the sinful lips with a ragged breathe. Weasley�s lips still lingered near Draco�s as he spoke.

�Are you confused yet, Malfoy?� he whispered.

�A little,� he admitted, nodding.

�Are you wondering why Ron is so keen to be close to you? Touch you? Kiss you?� The blonde nodded again. Potter smiled, and Draco couldn�t help but admire it.

�Would you like to know why we�re doing this?� Another nod.

�It�s simple really. Harry�d been watching you for yonks, but for completely different reasons then you think. He watched you strut around being a nasty tease. He didn�t think I knew, but I�m not that dense. So I confronted him. We had a huge row about it. He tried to explain his view on things, but I wouldn�t listen. So I started watching you too. I wanted to understand Harry. I didn�t want to lose my best mate over something like this. Once I saw what he saw, I got angry. We had another row--�

�Another one? Over me?� asked the stunned Slytherin. He wasn�t sure if he should be very confused or rather very flattered.

�Yeah,� answered Potter. He continued where Weasley left off, �He went on and on about it. �What do you see in him that you can�t see in me?� and all that.�

�What?!� Ron again took over the story.

�He asked me if I was in love with him. Of course I was. How could I not be? Harry�s perfect!� Weasley trailed off, unsure of the right words.

�Long story short, we agreed that it wasn�t right for you to tease us like that and we were gonna do something about it. So here we are.�

Draco was floored! If they were so in love with each other then why did they want his attention so bad? �Why me, then?� he asked cautiously.

�Why not?� purred Potter, licking his lips and running the whip handle teasingly up and down Draco�s ribs.

When Weasley began to suckle his ear lobe again, Draco couldn�t help the breathy mews that came from his lips. The added grind of hip to hip was a shock as Draco felt Weasley�s hardness press against him.

�It doesn�t matter why anymore, Malfoy. We want you, and we want you to want us, too. Even if it�s just for this one night,� he stated sagely (as if! Ron doesn�t know how to say anything �sagely!� lol).

Potter nodded and suddenly he was kissing the blonde enthusiastically as Weasley backed off. Even though he wanted a piece of Malfoy, too, this was Harry�s fantasy. He would stand back and let Harry have his fill. Besides he liked to watch.

�Oh God, Malfoy, I want you so bad,� Potter mumbled against Draco�s lips, caressing his sides and torso, mapping out the entire expanse of finely toned muscle. �I�ve always wanted you. I just didn�t realize that it was this way�� he trailed off as his lips begun their seduction of Draco�s chin and jaw.

Draco gasped. If he thought Weasley was good, then Potter was infinitely better. The sensations of Potter�s mouth and tongue on his skin and his quiet confessions sent a blissful jolt to his cock, and he couldn�t help his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

�Oh Potter!� he cried, unable to hold back any longer. He threw his head back, cracking it sharply on the wall, and when he opened his eyes he saw his arms trussed over a hook above his head. His hands were held together with not a Slytherin tie, nor a Gryffindor tie, but both.

�Oh Gods, that�s so hot!� he moaned loudly. He never thought that being trussed together with both house ties would cause such a frenzy in his blood stream.

�What is?� asked Potter as he latched onto the skin just behind Draco�s ear.

�The ties,� he answered with a whimper. He heard Potter chuckle against his neck and had the sudden urge to touch. He wanted to reciprocate. It was only fair.

�Untie me, Potter,� he demanded quietly.

�You know I can�t do that.�

�Why not?! I won�t try to escape--ah! I just-ah-want to touch you��

�You know I can�t--�

�Please!�

Potter pulled away from the blonde in shock. Had Draco Malfoy actually begged?

�He�s begging now, mate,� commented Weasley from the bed. �Bed? That wasn�t there before, was it?� thought the blonde briefly.

�I�ve noticed,� answered Potter, �begging is a good start, Malfoy��

�I thought�it was�a nice touch,� commented in the Slytherin between deep breaths, glaring. He hated being reduced to begging, seeing as he usually got what he wanted, but he couldn�t help it.

Unfortunately for Draco, Potter didn�t appreciate his cheek, so in retaliation he thrust his hips savagely into the blonde�s, crushing their cocks together. A blinding light of pleasure surged through him as Potter grabbed the back of Draco�s head and fisted his gossamer lochs roughly

�You�d better watch what you say, Malfoy. You�re not in control here, we are� he said as he gestured between himself and Weasley.

Malfoy nodded and winced at the painful pull at his hair. �All I want is for you to untie me. I�ve accepted that there�s no way out of this. I just--ah!--� Potter thrust his hips again.

�You want to what?�

�I just want to touch you. The way you touch me.�

�Oh yeah?�

�Yes. Please. You know I�m begging, and you know how I hate to�� Potter worried his lip, trying to decide what to do. He knew that Malfoy would ask to be untied, but he never thought it�d be so he could participate.

He looked over to Weasley, who only shrugged. �It�s your decision, mate,� he answered.

Draco watched the Gryffindors� exchange hoping Potter would come to his senses. He looked back to Draco and searched his eyes. Draco tried very hard to convey all the emotions he could through his eyes.

It must�ve worked, because soon Potter�s face lit up, and before he knew it, Potter�s hands were slithering up his arms toward the ties, lightly kissing Draco�s chin and Adam�s apple and under his jaw.

�If you want to touch me, then, by all means, touch me,� Potter said, allowing the ties to slip free. The instant he was free, Draco grabbed onto Potter�s wrists, keeping them over his head and crushing his lips to the Gryffindor�s.

�Keep them up a minute,� he commanded rather then asked as Potter tried to bring his arms down. Draco slowly allowed his hands to descend the length of Potter�s arms. The light touches sent the muscles into a twitching frenzy. Potter moaned into the kiss. Draco wrapped his arms around his captor and couldn�t help feeling safe and warm in Potter�s embrace, even though he abducted him.

Potter tensed at the feel of Draco�s arms around him, but soon relaxed and wrapped his own arms around the blonde�s neck.

Draco caressed his hands up and down Potter�s back, memorizing every detail, ending at his leather clad bottom. He squeezed it gently, eliciting a squeak from Potter.

�Oh Merlin, Potter! You�re so fucking hot! How the fuck did you hide this body from me all this time?!� asked the blonde as he thrust his hips against Potter�s. He was so hard, he didn�t know if he could last.

A moan floated over to them from the bed, and the sight that met them made them even harder.

Weasley was leaning back on one elbow, his other hand pumping his cock, which he had freed from his tight leather pants, and his head was thrown back in pleasure.

�Ron�s been having fun,� stated Potter.

�We�ve given him quite the show.�

�Let�s not disappoint him, then.�

Potter was on his knee in seconds, discarding the whip in favor of other toys. Draco hissed in surprise at the hot breath right where he wanted it.

Potter trailed his hands down the blonde�s thighs, avoiding Draco�s cock all together. Draco whimpered in need, thrusting his hips at Potter, hoping he would get on with it.

Soon enough Potter�s hand was at the base of his cock and his tongue was licking up the underside. Draco could do nothing or say anything. He concentrated on the sensations Potter was creating. He moaned pitifully, unsure if he could last. It�d be just one more embarrassment to add to the list if he blew his load so early in the game.

�Oh Gods�� Draco cried, but before he could say anything else, Potter engulfed his cock. Potter�s mouth was hot and wet, and sucked hard, causing Draco to almost faint.

�Fuck! Potter! Yesss!�

Soon Potter�s mouth was sliding down the length of Draco�s cock, and the blonde�s hands fisted in Potter�s hair. He was almost tempted to pull on the hair in retaliation for his hair being pulled, but decided against it.

It was the most exquisite blow job he�d ever gotten. Most of the girls did it only to say that they�d had the chance to suck Draco Malfoy�s cock. Most of it was sloppy. And each orgasm caused from these blow jobs had been mechanical and unfeeling. But this was different. Potter tried very valiantly to fill his mouth with as much of Draco�s cock as possible. And what he couldn�t fit was given attention by his hand instead.

Potter�s other hand massaged the Slytherin�s heavy sac. His mouth let go of the weeping length, teasing the slit at the tip, and moved down to take the other hand�s place on the balls, sucking then into his mouth, loving the breathy moans and whispered explicative that escaped Draco�s mouth.

�Cum for me, my Naughty Boy,� Potter urged, knowing he was close.

�Not yet,� he whimpered, �More�so�good�ahh��

�I want to taste you. Cum. Cum Hard,� Potter urged again, seducing Draco�s cock with teasing nips and licks. Draco bucked wildly, but held back still.

With determination, Potter forced a finger into the blonde�s mouth. �Suck!� he commanded, and Draco lathered the digit with his spit, excitement running through him at the implications of this action. Soon enough Potter was back at his prick, sucking slowly and the head. He lifted one of Draco�s legs and draped it over his shoulder, then poised the spit slick finger at Draco�s puckered hole, waiting, teasing. He wanted to build up the pressure so when the time did come, Draco wouldn�t be able to hold back.

Draco waited on baited breath. He wanted to feel Potter�s finger I him. He had experimented on his own, and knew it would feel incredible. He didn�t want to beg, but he hated it when people teased him. He tried to push down onto the finger, but Potter held him in place.

�Dammit, Potter! I want you! Please!�

The sound of Draco�s breathy cry was all it took. Potter slid the still wet digit in slowly, then back out as he took all of the Draco�s cock. He swallowed around it, then bobbed his head in pace with his finger.

�Ohh! Fuck! Yes�Potter! Ohh yes!!� shouted Draco as he bucked against the Gryffindor. He didn�t want it to end, but at the same time he couldn�t stand to hold back any longer. When Potter growled and hummed at the same time around his cock, and crooked his finger into his awaiting sweet spot, Draco howled in bliss as his ultimate end washed over him. His hips thrusts wildly as he emptied his hot, white cum down Potter�s throat.

�Oohhh Gods! Mmm�shit�� Draco was thankful that the wall was there or he would�ve surely fallen over. He looked down and couldn�t help but moan at the sight.

Potter was cleaning up the sticky, white cum from the spent cock and his fingers, smiling blissfully. �You taste good, Malfoy.�

Back at the bed Weasley tossed off jerkily, begging for his own end.

�Oh Merlin! That was�aahh�so hot!� he panted. Draco watched enthralled at the sight. He had the sudden urge to help the red head cum.

Potter seemed to sense Draco�s urge and grabbed his hand, leading him to the bed. At Draco�s confused expression he explained.

�Well, go on. You know want to�� said Potter as he sat the stunned blonde on the edge of the bed. Weasley�s eyes shot open and they landed on Draco�s. He sat up and it only took a matter of seconds before they were locked in another passionate kiss.

Weasley poured all of his pent up emotions into that kiss, trying very valiantly to convey every last shred of hate, anger, lust and frustration. Draco moaned into the red head�s mouth, and then squeaked when his hand was grabbed and placed firmly on Weasley�s hot, hard length. It was long, but slightly narrow, and Draco was sure it would feel beautiful thrusting inside of him. Weasley covered the blonde�s hand with his own, guiding him, showing him what he liked in a hand job.

Encouraged by the wanton moan that escaped Weasley�s lips, Draco swatted the hand on his away and urged him to lie back. He pumped the shaft teasingly, twisting his wrist just so at the head.

�Oh fuck!� shouted the red head as Draco gave a ferocious tug, causing him to arch up off the bed. Draco watched Weasley writhe, and he licked his lips knowing the Gryffindor was close.

�I want to--� he stuttered, unsure of himself (for the first time, I�m sure ^_~).

�What, Malfoy? What do you want?� asked Potter. He watched silently as his best mate was tossed off by the blonde bombshell.

�I want to�s-suck him--�

�Oh, Merlin, yes! Do it!� cried Weasley and a hand came up to Draco�s head, pushing it toward his cock.

Draco reacted quickly, slipping the cock as far as it would go in to his eager mouth. He�d never sucked cock in his entire life, but that wouldn�t deter him from trying his damn best at it.

�Fuck! Malfoy!�

Draco gave a firm suck before retreating up the shaft, and sliding back down, slurping noisily. He could taste the pre-cum and noted that it wasn�t as bad as he was expecting. He brought a hand to Weasley�s sac as Potter had done to him, enjoying the pathetic whimper that escaped.

Draco allowed his head to bob up and down a few more times before releasing the length in favor of licking up the underside. �Is that good�� he asked as he teased the slit, before adding, �Master?� He knew he would regret that later, but the aroused hiss that tumbled from Potter�s lips and the groans emitting from the red head were worth it.

�Oh yeah! So good�gunna cum!�

�Yes, Master. Cum for me. I want to taste you,� he urged, knowing dirty talk would work on him� Suddenly Weasley�s hips had a mind of their own, thrusting wildly.

Draco teased the slit at the tip again, lapping at it as if to coax the cum out, while his hands fondled the balls and jacked the shaft roughly.

Weasley arched up sharply, groaning gutturally as he came hard all over Draco�s face.

�Ohh Bloody Fuck!! Yes! So fucking good�� he whimpered, and his hips fell back to the bed, complete satiation running through him. He draped an arm over his sweaty face and watched intently as Draco cleaned all the cum from his face with his fingers, then clean the cum from his finger with his pink tongue. He noted that taste wasn�t that bad. Slightly bitter and salty, but not unpleasant. He could hear Weasley whimpering as he mumbled what sounding like, �Bloody hell that�s hot!�

Draco realized that his own cock was hard again, and before he knew it, he was pinned to the bed. He also realized that Potter had yet to cum, and was probably ready to beg himself.

�Mmm�Malfoy�I wanna fuck you so hard,� he whispered hotly, bringing Draco�s hand to his crotch. �You feel that? You do that to me. And I�ve done everything in my power to not jack off so I could spill my hot cum up your lovely bum.�

Draco whimpered, wanting nothing more than for Potter to do just that. He squeezed the leather clad cock and nearly chocked as he calculated the size. He wasn�t afraid. Far from it. It was a challenge, after all. And he never turned down a challenge, especially if it�s one from Potter.

�Yes. I need you�� he answered breathily.

�Undress me first,� Potter commanded, and Draco�s hands were at Potter�s leather pants in an instant. He would gladly peel away the sinful garment, just to see Potter in nothing but his beautiful skin. He caressed his flat palms down his lover�s thighs, and couldn�t help the pleased moan that fell from his lips at the feel of the soft, rich leather or the tense, supple muscle underneath. He worried his lip, knowing full well that if he was calling Potter his lover then he was way past gone. He wouldn�t be able to hide anything at this point, and he almost didn�t want to.

He let his hand trail up to top of the leather and, as he found the zip, he brought it down slowly, teasingly. He grasped the hem around Potter�s waist and traced around it over the newly exposed skin. Draco nuzzled Potter�s still covered erection, reveling in the Gryffindor�s beautiful mews that tumbled from his lips.

�Oh Malfoy. Why didn�t we do this sooner? Ah�oh gods�� Potter mumbled almost incoherently.

Draco smirked and nuzzled some more, taking in the combined fragrance of the leather, genuine from the smell, and Potter�s natural musk. His hands pulled at the leather, and it peeled away much like a banana skin until it was at Potter�s feet and he had to step out of them. Potter�s length sprung forth, and the sight pulled a gasp from the blonde. It was the most gorgeous cock he�d ever scene. Mind you, he got glimpses from former roommates and teammates, but from what he could remember, this had to be the best he�d seen.

As he tried to take the lengthy organ into his mouth, he was pushed back. Stunned, Draco looked up into the Gryffindor�s face. There he saw strain, and lust, and the most beautiful blush he�d ever seen in his life.

�If you do that I�ll be done too soon. Besides, I want to be inside you.� Draco nodded in understanding, not trusting his voice. He scoot back onto the bed, and a thrill ran down his spine as Potter crawled over to him, almost with a cat-like grace, his cock bobbing and leaking pre-cum on his thigh. He shivered as Potter thread a hand in his hair and pulled him in for a hungry, yet gentle, kiss. He full on trembled when he felt Potter�s breath at his clenching entrance.

Draco heard Potter mumble a spell, and seconds later a tingle signified a gentle cleaning spell had been preformed. A puff of warm air on his hole was the only warning he had before Potter�s tongue breeched the tight muscle. Draco keened loudly, surprised by the pleasure such a dirty act was invoking. Instantly his hands flew to Potter�s head and tangled in the unruly black lochs.

�Oh Merlin, Potter! Oh gods yes! Yes eat me out! Fuck�ohh!� shouted the blonde unable to control his lust. He never imagined that rimming would feel this incredible. Potter thrust his tongue in Draco�s tight hole as far as it would go, slurping lewdly, slicking the tunnel for his ready cock. When he was sure there was enough �lube� he pulled out and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

�Suck,� he ordered again as, for the second time that night, he pushed his fingers at Draco�s mouth. He let Draco lather them in spit for a minute, then positioned them at the blonde�s arse. First one, which slid in well enough, causing the blonde to buck against it slowly. Then Potter added another, which he scissor slightly with the other.

�Please,� Draco breathed, nearly over run with sensory overload. He was sweating and gasping for breath, and could only comprehend Harry and himself. Even Ron Weasley watching them from the side of the bed, egging them on, was unable to penetrate the sexual fog surrounding him.

Soon enough Harry slide in a third finger and Draco was again keening loudly. �Please, Potter! I�m ready! So ready! Please, I need you! I want you!�

Harry had never been so turned in his life! He never thought in a million years that his plan to capture and seduce the blonde Slytherin would work so well. And he most definitely never thought that Malfoy would be screaming that he needed him or wanted him. Without a second thought he pulled his fingers free from the blonde�s bum and, with a quiet lubrication spell, he positioned himself at the stretched and slick hole.

He allowed the head to slip passed the tight ring of muscle as he leaned forward to place an almost-chaste kiss on his lips. Draco was sure that if he kept kissing him like that he could, and most likely would, fall in love.

�Ready, my Naughty Boy?� he asked in a hushed whisper. Draco answered with his arms wrapping around Potter�s shoulders and a whispered �yes.�

Potter pushed in a little farther, stopping at the blonde�s wince. He wanted nothing more then bury himself in and pound him into oblivion. But he had to take his time. He could tell this was Draco�s first time with men, and bottoming could be a gut-retching experience.

�Alright, Malfoy?� he asked, concern lacing his already strained vocal chords.

�I�m good. I�m not made of glass, Potter--ahh!� Draco hissed painfully as Potter pushed in a little more, �I won�t break.� Potter nodded and pushed in a little more, then pulled out, then pushed back in, slowly, throwing his head back as Draco took him all the way to the root.

Draco couldn�t believe that Potter was fucking him. He felt full, and warm, and couldn�t wait for Potter to move so the slight burn would transform into blinding pleasure. He couldn�t help the pitiful whimper that escaped him.

�Oh Gods! Malfoy, you�re so tight, so hot. I could--mmhm--stay like this forever,� Potter spoke softly next to Draco�s ear.

�Move, Potter--�

�No, say my name.�

�What?�

�Call me Harry. Tell me to fuck you.�

�Oh Harry!� At this Potter bucked slightly, the sound of his name tumbling from Draco�s lips sending a jolt of pleasure through his body, causing Draco to buck back. A gasp escaped from him and he gave Harry what he wanted.

�Fuck me! Fuck me into the mattress, Harry! I want it hot and hard and deep!�

Harry�s jaw dropped and he couldn�t stop his hips from acting of their own accord. He pulled out of the blonde to the tip and thrust in ferociously, repeating it over and over. He sped up and Draco could hear the slap, slap, slap of Harry�s heavy sac smacking against his arse. He moaned and writhed, fisting a hand in the velvet duvet under him. He was sweating like a stuck pig and he could feel the pre-cum dribbling from his cock and Harry�s as it squelched from his arse. It was dirty and messy and Draco was loving every minute of it. He�d never felt this open and liberated during sex.

He realized his eyes were closed and when he opened them what he saw made him smile. Harry�s head was thrown back, eyes at first just barely closed then clenched shut, his face contorted in utter pleasure, his bottom lip between his teeth then his mouth was hanging open. Sexy groans and grunts and whimpers were pouring from the Gryffindor�s mouth, and the sound went straight to Draco�s cock. A whimper of his own made Harry open his eyes and look down, and their eyes locked.

A sexy smirk played on Harry�s face. Without even missing a beat, he pulled Draco up and deposited him on his lap, changing the angle of his thrusts. Draco cried at the new sensation, pleased that now when he slide up and down on his own volition, he could feel the tip of Harry�s cock brush against his sweet spot.

As he began to thrust more urgently, passion overwhelmed Draco as he wrapped arms around Harry�s shoulders. Harry grabbed the blonde from behind the knees to help, and soon Draco�s face was contorted in the same pleasure.

�Oh shit! Harry! AAHH!�

Harry smirked against Draco�s neck as he whispered naughty nothings hotly in the blonde�s ear between pants and moans and whimpers.

�I want to hear you, Draco. Tell me you love this,� Harry commanded as he found Draco�s cock trapped between there bodies and wrapped his hand around it, jacking it in time with his thrusts.

�Yes,� Draco hissed at the double sensation that caused goose bumps to spread out over his skin.

�Tell me you can�t live without it.�

�Never!�

�Tell me you--oh gods--tell me you love me!�

�Ooh Merlin! Yes! I love you! So much! AAHH! FUCK ME-E-E-E!!!!�

Unable to hide his true feelings, Draco latched his mouth to Harry�s and kissed him deeply, pulling away to mumble against his lips as Harry continued to buck against him. �I love you, Harry! Ahh! I always�have�please! Please�love�me�too�!�

�Yes! Draco! Ah�oh�gods�gunna�cum!�

�YES! YES!! HARRY!!!�

�DRACO!!!�

Overwhelmed, and so turned by the sound of his name on Harry�s lips, Draco could no longer hold back. He threw his head back in bliss as Harry gripped his thighs, certainly leaving bruises, and came with a long, loud cry. Hearing his new lover cum so spectacularly, Harry, too, stiffened and bucked wildly filling Draco�s tight heat with his potent cum, shouting in coital bliss.

Both panted harshly, a moan escaping as them as aftershocks rocked them, causing them to take it turns to tremble horribly. Harry immediately gathered the blonde into his arms and he felt Draco�s heart beating rapidly in his chest. Draco could feel Harry�s too and he felt rather safe here with his so-called rival.

Harry was the first to recover, a gorgeous smile spreading across his face as he pet Draco�s head.

�Wow,� he stated, unable to come up with anything better to say.

�Yeah. That was�just�I don�t even know!�

�Mind blowing.�

Both men turned their heads and noticed that they had completely forgotten about Ron. He was smiling broadly, his hand still pumping a slowly wilting cock of his own.

�At least it looked mind blowing. It blew mine and I wasn�t even involved,� he snickered. Harry held out his hand to his friend and instantly was involved in a passionate kiss with the red head. Draco felt jealous for all of three seconds before a hand was on the back of his head urging him forward. Harry and Ron (�Ron? Since when do I call him Ron?! I-oh never mind�) made room for him and the three shared a sexy, if a bit messy, three way kiss. Ron pulled away first, placing an additional gentle kiss on Draco�s lips.

�I�m sorry Ron. I didn�t mean to ignore you, it�s just--� Harry started to explain but was cut by the red head.

�It�s alright, Harry. I knew what I was getting into. Beside, you know I like to watch,� and with that he winked at Draco, who actually blushed, �maybe next time I�ll get a piece of this arse to myself.� And with that he placed a light spank on Draco�s firm bum. He got up and pulled out his wand to clean the drying cum, fixed his leather pants that never came all the way off, and went for the door that Draco never noticed before.

�I don�t about you two, but I�m exhausted. Watching takes it out of me. I think I�ll call it a night.� Ron turned around and smiled knowing that this might be the end of him and Harry. Somehow that didn�t bother him all that much.

As soon as the door was closed again, Harry and Draco turned back to each other. Draco wasn�t sure if he should be worried about ruining Harry�s and Ron�s relationship or not. Harry just shrugged his shoulders.

�He understands. He knows I need this. That I need you,� said Harry, pulling Draco closer still. �Mmm you feel so good next to me like this. Its better then I ever imagined.�

�Harry--�

�I meant what I said. I know you should never believe what someone says during sex, but I meant every word. I want you to love me. That�s why I did this. I couldn�t stand others eyeing you like a piece of flesh.�

�But what about, Ron?� Draco tripped over the red head�s name, not used to saying it out loud. He was still flustered over the gentle kiss!

�Oh I love him. I would do anything for Ron. But I think that we�d never be good together. Besides, he�ll find someone who can give him the love that he needs. I don�t think I�m the right one for him.�

Draco let this information process. They seemed so intent on punishing him for be a sexy bastard. Which reminded him�

�So have I been thoroughly punished�Master?� he asked cheekily. Harry�s eyebrows again disappeared into his hairline, and then a growl made its presence known as the Gryffindor brought the Slytherin in for a hungry kiss.

They pulled apart and Harry rested his forehead against Draco�s. �I think so. For now anyway. You know that �Master� bit is sexy as all fuck. Even Ron went a little lusty in the head for that.�

Draco chuckled. Maybe it wouldn�t be so bad after all�if this got out. It�s not like no one could see this coming.

�So did you mean it?� asked Harry suddenly. Draco blinked trying to figure out what Harry was asking.

�Mean what?�

�Well I asked you if you would love me, and you said yes. I told you I meant what I said, so did you too?� Draco�s face spread into a wide grin. How could he say no?

�That�s quite a silly question,� he answered as he leaned over and placed a small kiss to the tip of Harry�s nose, �Of course I love you. I told you, I�ve always loved you. It�s a really long story, explaining why I acted like I hated you, but really didn�t, and I�m really tired, so I�ll explain it later, but be comforted in the knowledge that I, too, meant every word.�

Harry�s face warmed even more, and as they lay down on the bed together and covered themselves with the newly clean duvet, both young men knew that life was going to be completely different from now on.

�Good night, my Naughty Boy,� whispered Harry next to the blonde�s lips.

�Sweet dreams, Master,� answered Draco and drifted off to sleep where he dreamed dreams of him and Harry and house ties. You know he just couldn�t help it.

~~Fin~~

Maybe�

Muhaaahaaa

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A/N: Okay yeah, I need a drink. Maybe a nice stiff one. � Erm that came out wrong. I meant a STRONG drink. Jesus.

I hope you guys a hot under the collar after reading that, cuz I am. And if the out cry for a sequel is overwhelming, then I�ll write one. And please review! I�m kinda needy. Sorry.
And don�t worry. I�m going to finish my other stories. I just needed to get this out of my head.

BTW, I really loved writing this!

I just thought you�d like to know that.

Okay so until next time,
HarrynDraco�s_Melissa ^_~

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