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Pairing	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2430 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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After lunch Harry and Draco had separate lessons. Harry found that a piece of him was missing the extras.

Herbology was a disaster – at least as far as plants-found was concerned. The pairing continued in that lesson too. They were sent into the edges of the forbidden forest to find pachydurmous purpuris plants. Once inside the shaded gloom, Malfoy disappeared momentarily, sneaking quietly up behind Harry. Harry jumped when two arms encircled him low down and in five seconds flat his empurpled dong was being finely fingered.

“Did you miss me when we didn’t share the first lessons this afternoon?”

“What if I say yes, Malfoy?”

“Then I’d know you had the hots for me.”

“And if I say no?”

“Then I’d work all the harder to make you say yes.”

“So if I say no, I’d get more thrills even if I did have the hots for you. So you have your answer; don’t you? Just get on with pleasuring me.”

“So I am pleasuring you then? So you do have the hots for me.”

Malfoy gave a long slightly pinching stroke with one pair of fingers whilst rubbing Harry’s already receptive dome. Harry flinched, pulled back and began his fourth orgasm of the day. In pulling back Harry’s bum-cheeks pressed into Draco’s pubic area. Harry felt a log like organ nestling between them.

“So Malfoy … What do you get out of this … To my mind it all seems a little one-sided?”

Harry turned round with his half hard, dribbling cock sticking out of his pants.

“Playing with a new cock always turns me on. It’s a power thing. Most of the eligible Slytherins walk into my room with their flies open and their erections engorged. That way I can obtain concessions from them before they get their thrills.”

“So you want me to say I’ve got the hots for you and then you’ll start demanding favours, yes? I’m ready for you to start the next round, now.”

Malfoy stared, flabbergasted, at Harry for nearly a minute before starting the dong-coaxing. Harry realised that he had wrong-footed the Slyth.

“Does anyone ever offer to service you by way of recompense, or something?”

“No, never. They’re too shagged out by the favour needed and my ministrations.”

“So …! Harry made a grab for the Malfoy flies and had them unzipped before the Slyth had his hands disentangled from Harry’s appurtenance: “… I’m no expert, but I think I’d like to pleasure you, too.”

Harry had seen the Malfoy mast in its full magnificence whilst he was being tortured [if that is the right word] the day before. He also was a quick learner in things practical; so he applied some of the caresses he had enjoyed. It was the first time he had handled anyone else’s dong and he found the feeling both disturbing and thrilling.

Malfoy’s mouth opened to protest, but Potter hit a special spot and the Slyth gasped instead. Something clicked in Draco’s mind and he allowed Harry to continue. At least that’s how his condescending mind interpreted it. A sort of libidinous lesson took place. Draco would initiate a move and Harry would copy it. It was not just Harry learning either. Draco had never experienced what many of his exciting moves felt like, before. This encouraged him to experiment and before long two gasping males shot their loads at each other.

Harry gripped the base of Draco’s cock to stop it subsiding – as Blaise had done to Harry in the showers – he rubbed the glowing glans and Draco shivered in sensuousness.

“Another round, Malfoy? It doesn’t matter if you say no, because I’m doing you another time, whatever.”

“That’s like my ‘hots’ question earlier. I get it executed whether I like it or not. Could we be a bit more comfortable, please? My zip’s biting into my balls.”

“Fine! Trousers round ankles, or completely naked?”

“Perhaps not completely naked.”

“How about I ride you, skin to skin? Like you did me earlier through our trousers. I know you enjoyed it because your briefs are still damp and sticky.”

“No fucking please?”

“Not yet, later when we get to know each other better, maybe. Perhaps I’ll have to arrange for me to be caught spying on you, once I feel randy enough.”

Draco giggled wickedly, so Harry spun the Slyth round and commenced his ride. Draco’s dong was not left unattended either as Harry tried out his newly learned techniques.

Plants forgotten two young men romped in the woods only realising the time when their stomachs reminded them of dinner.

At the end of dinner, the headmaster called all of Harry’s and Draco’s year into his classroom.

“As you have learned we are trying an experiment; that of partnering people across house boundaries. This will be taken further for this term you will also be sharing private rooms with your partners. When you leave our academy house rivalries should be forgotten, so that all mages can work reasonably together. The house elves have already moved your things into your new rooms.”

There were a few smiles, some blank looks, many grizzles and a few looks of defiance. Draco looked at Harry and grizzled so, for equal equanimity Harry grizzled back; sympathising with Ronald and Hermione in their forced partnerships and receiving equal sympathy back. On the Slytherin side much of the same was going on,

The Headmaster was adamant about his choices and after various cajolings the pairs started to wander off, card in hand, to find the room they had been allotted.

“Mr Potter and Mr Malfoy please come and see me in my study, before you go to your room.”

Still chuntering they followed the Headmaster up the spiral stairs and into the room.

“Sit down. Please boys.”

They sat, trying to scowl at each other.

“Enough of this charade! This whole thing is to protect you two.”

“What do you mean, Sir?”

“Furtive fumblings under the desk I can ignore, especially in boring classes; but twice in another class when you might be called out at any time to give a demonstration. I think you would have given the Headmistress palpitations on the spot. Especially, with those two magnificent specimens that you both sport.” Here the twinkle became evident: “Seven more such episodes in the Forbidden Forest, as well. Ah; the joys of youth; I managed twenty seven ejaculations in one day, when I was your age. I do suggest, however, that you confine your amorous inclinations to your rooms from now on. At least it will save me the embarrassment of watching you perform whilst holding the ‘Cloak of Secrecy’ over you when Madam Sprout was searching for you. Pity of it is I only managed three whilst watching your floor show. Now go to your rooms and see if you can beat my record. Probably not today it’s too late. Would you like one of my special gum-drops, they might help?”

Two flummoxed young men wandered into their new rooms. They consisted of a joint study, a joint bedroom with two big four-posters, each easily capable of holding two amorous people. The bathroom had a reasonably sized shower and an enormous sunken bath.

“I managed to palm half a dozen of his special fruit-gums.”

“S’funny, so did I. Who’s bed tonight, then?”

“Yours tonight, mine tomorrow and then they both look slept in.”

“Okay; but which one is yours?”

“I dunno. Does it really matter?”

“That one has silver trimmings and the other one gold so you have that one and I’ll have the other.”

“Fine … I still feel a bit sticky … I’m for a shower.”

“Good idea. How big is it?”

“Just big enough for two.”

“Is that and invitation to share?”

“Why, do you want to?”

“It would be economical on time and water.”

“Right … A shared shower it is. You get the towels; I’ll regulate the water. Do you like it hot?”

“Which way do you mean that?”

“Oh! Both ways?”

“Okay!”

The shower was neither economical on time nor water. Draco inveigled Harry to soap him, and enjoyed the extras Harry provided at the same time. Harry stood behind Draco to soap his back and then reached round to do his front. This had the effect of Harry’s hard-on riding in Draco’s crack – a very satisfying sensation. Harry exercised his usual Gryff generosity to give Draco a hand-job at the same time. Draco returned the compliment – Slyths always returned favours for favours – although it took a little longer because they were both supra sensitive down there. Drying was quite a trial because the fluff caught their bits and made them semi erect again.

Intent on going to bed they were naked when they emerged from the bathroom. There stood Professor Snape.

“Well, well; Albus told me you were co-habiting and now I have seen the proof with mine own eyes … Incarcerous.”

Both boys had not managed to cover up and now stood stiffly where they were, pink pricks at half mast. Severus deliberately ogled their accomplishments and both boys blushed.

There was a small distance between the two bound young men, Severus Accioed a chair and sat very close to and facing them.

“I need some human bodily matter for one of my experimental potions. I imagine that you’ll both be willing to co-operate, won’t you?”

“No Uncle; please no.”

“But Godson dear, much worse has happened to you at the Manor, hasn’t it?”

“What does he mean, Malfoy?”

“He’s going to milk us – he’s done it to me before.”

“Milk us …? Oh no …! Not our pricks.”

“You can be the first, Mr Potter. I’ve wanted a chance to take your inflated self esteem down a peg or two and now I have the chance. Don’t try and yell; I have already placed a heavy privacy charm on your rooms at Albus’s request. Just to salve your conscience my Godson will perform the task.”

Draco looked at Harry and shrugged, he received a brief nod as a reply. Harry knew that refusal wasn’t an option – especially as neither of them had their wands. He was so relieved that the Potions Master’s fingers were not going to interfere with him that he knelt meekly on the table on hands and knees, legs apart, when so requested. He also drank the potion when he was told. Draco was freed and began to wank Harry’s winkle into the bowl Severus had placed beneath the Gryff. To begin with Harry was embarrassed and his prick slack, but once the feeling took hold he forgot about the vulture-like audience.

Harry came hard into the dish.

“Keep going Draco, I want at least twice as much more.”

“But my prick’s very sensitive, Sir, and my balls have no more spunk.”

“Don’t be impertinent, Boy!” Severus swiped Harry’s behind with a cane; it stung but did not bruise.

“Oh-h-h!” Harry found that this turned him on just a bit.

Severus sensed what was happening and continued the treatment until Harry emitted his second creamy offering. Harry was in a state of sexual bliss, Draco’s fingers caressed his cock and his stinging behind multiplied that feeling, so much so that he pleaded for another session after shooting his third load.

Draco groaned, but carried on milking the Gryff: “Merlin, Potter, you’ve just condemned me to give four times now.”

Harry smirked dirtily: “I’m looking forward to it already; do you like being spanked as well?”

Draco coloured up and looked at his feet, giving Harry’s plonker an extra hard tug. So Harry knew the answer. He came again and felt drained, his bottom was glowing scarlet and his still stiff cock a deep purple. He knew there was nothing left, however his feelings perked up when Draco meekly drank his potion and knelt on the table.

Severus nodded at Harry, who grabbed at Draco’s extension at the same time as the professorial cane slapped the Slyth’s bum. Draco let out a yell.

“You will find that my Godson is very vocal normally, Mr Potter, I suggest you wear earplugs in bed.”

‘Thwack’ ‘Ayee’ ‘Thwack’ ‘Ayee’ ‘Thwack’ ‘Ayee’ ‘Thwack’ ‘Ayee’ rang through the room until Draco gave his first offering. He was a little less noisy the second time, mainly because Harry had found a very receptive place on Draco’s dong and the Slyth was quivering in lubriciousness. The third time was accompanied by heavy breathing from the donor. Harry hardly had to move his hand because Draco was automatically humping the Gryff fist.

Harry was slightly worried by the Slyth’s condition after the third ejaculation: “Is it okay for me to carry on, Malfoy, or would you like to rest?”

“Just get on with it, Potter. I’ll not have it said that a Slytherin has less stamina than a Gryffindor. Oh-h-h-h-h, Merlin’s Balls, Potter, what did you just do?”

“Was it like this?”

“Ah-h-h-h-h-h – Ye Gods – Whee-ee-ee,” All of Draco’s muscles spasmed and he stuck his bottom up into the air displaying his pink rosebud wantonly.

“Don’t you like it?”

“No … Do it again, please?”

Harry repeated the manoeuvre and Draco spasmed again.

“He’ll want you to fuck him immediately afterwards, Mr Potter.” Severus chuckled darkly: “I think your link with Voldemort has passed on a certain skill. I’ve seen the dark lord get that reaction from my Godson, more than once. He’ll be after you like a bitch in heat. No-one else that I know of can do that; it’s a bit of inadvertent magic. Do it three times more and he’ll give the final sample’ almost double the usual amount. I suggest you take a few sips of the potion and lubricate your penis well.”

Harry looked aghast at Snape, but gave Draco another thrill. Two more caresses later and a reverse volcano of spunk shot forth from the Slyth’s loins. Harry squeezed out the last drop and Draco jumped lightly off the table, leaned over it, and spread his legs.

“Get it in there immediately, Harry. If you don’t I’ll hex your cock and balls off and use them as a dildo.”

“Do as he says, Mr Potter, I can guarantee you’ll enjoy it and so will he.”

Harry was hard as a result of the potion, so he stood and tentatively positioned his pointer at the quivering pink opening.

“For Merlin’s sake, Mr Potter – ‘Slap’ – Get it in.”

When Snape caned Harry’s bottom, he automatically dove forward, and to his surprise he was fully sheathed inside the fair one’s bum. The highly erotic feeling took his breath away.

“Don’t tell me you’ve not done this before, Mr Potter?”

“N-n-no, S-sir. I have heard about boys doing it … Merlin, the feeling’s tremendous.”

“Good … Now lift my Godson up and carry him over to the bed. It’ll be at least three hours before he’ll want you to disconnect, or even a little longer. Make sure he retains what you shoot inside him and you’ll be bonded.”

Harry lifted Draco’s legs and balanced backwards, all the time keeping his column of flesh inside the eager anus. It was a struggle and in walking Draco bounced slightly. It was enough to bring Harry to the boil, and he collapsed, spurting on to the bed, with Draco flat below him. Harry’s instinct was to withdraw but Snape slapped his bum hard again, and that started the second session off.

Severus left the room and Draco mumbled something into the pillow.

Harry turned them slightly to one side: “What did you say, Draco?”

“Can I turn round, please, Harry? I’d like to see you as you service me.”

“Um … How do we do that?”

“Carefully; because I want you to remain inside me all the time. You’re much better at it than Voldemort, you thrill me all over. With him I want to get it over as quickly as possible, but with you … Oh-h-h-h … for hours and hours … Please …?”

“Mmm … I know what you mean … I should feel worn out, but I’m not.”

“That’s the potion for you. Now let’s do this turn, shall we?”

The twisting motion as they turned got Harry’s juices rising, so much so that they only just made it into the new position before he shot his seed into Draco’s cavity. He was panting and gently collapsed on to his mate. Harry aimed to put his head next to Draco’s, but the Slyth lived up to his wily nature by moving his head. Harry’s wide open panting mouth landed on Draco’s lips; before green-eyes had registered his surprise, grey-eyes’ tongue was exploring inside.

Harry had snogged girls before, but this was another extraordinary feeling; one that he did not want to stop. He felt the rightness of it – it appealed to his Gryffindor sense of fairness – his cock inside Draco and Draco’s tongue inside him. It was as if there was an electrical current connecting them together, as the togetherness feeling coursed through their bodies. For at least three hours they were glued jointly by mouths and genitals, eventually falling to sleep in their ongoing bliss.

Harry awoke much later; Draco was stroking his hair and chuckling.

“Obviously we both sleep in the nude.”

“How did you find that out, Draco?”

“I tried to Accio your pyjamas. But none came, Harry.”

“That’s okay, Lover, I now know how to keep us warm in bed.”

“How do you intend to do that, Lover?” Draco smiled archly at Harry and parted his legs.

“Let me demonstrate, Lover.” Harry quickly inserted and lay back down on Draco, sucking the Malfoy tongue into the Potter mouth.

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