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Paradoxa	By : HogwartsHeadache Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6717 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Once Draco had entered the Room, the first thought that had entered his head was 'Woah'. Flint wasn't lying! He had seen the Room when it became Harry's Dark Arts Club (of which he had to help Umbridge discover) and he had seen the Room when he needed to hide something, but never had he seen the Room like this!



      It was the epitome of the phrase 'fetish club', stacks upon stacks of vibrators and anal toys and machines and dolls complete with a large antique bed in the middle, with a firm iron frame which Draco felt sure would hold his weight had he cared to test it, surrounded by rich looking drapes and curtains. The types you get in only the distinguished wizard's clubs...Things Draco had never seen before in his life, all magic of course apart from the strange selection of brightly coloured phallus shaped Muggle toys. Draco had no need to feel shy and immediately began exploring. He took tentative steps towards the Muggle section and picked up the pink packaged Muggle toy. 'Rampant Rabbit' it said on the front.



      "Hmmm," Draco thought, "what does a Rabbit have to do with tossing off?" As he contemplated this, he found a switch on the side of the strange pink thing. He pushed it, expecting a show to rival Doctor Filibuster but nothing happened. Confused he stared at it for a few seconds and then pulled out his wand.



      "Specialis Revelio!"  He said, pointing his wand at the strange contraption. Without warning it suddenly started vibrating uncontrollably, thrusting in his very hand, emitting a miniature light show.



       "Who knew Muggles were that vulgar?" he asked nobody in particular, not wanting to admit to himself that the vibrations had excited him and he just wanted to start. But as he set himself up, he came to an abrupt halt as he heard the doors of the Room of Requirement creaking open, slowly but surely. He ducked down behind the bed, hoping the visitor wouldn't realise he was there, saving him a mortifying situation.



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      "I need a place to get myself off. I need a place to get myself off. I need a place to get myself off." Harry walked past the section of wall three times before the door appeared. As he walked through, he smiled at the familiar site, aching to find the nearest bottle....



      "Mrs Langworthy's, Mrs Langworthy's..." Harry said to himself as he searched the endless shelf, but hearing an unexpected clatter of boxes falling down behind him, his head now turned sharply. Harry turned to see Malfoy emerging, his Slytherin robes crumpled, from the pile of collapsed boxes.



      "What are you doing here Potter?" Malfoy spat down at Harry, taking long strides towards him, eventually looming over his ebony black head. The familiar swooping sensation which usually echoed through Harry now found itself in the pit of Draco's stomach, and he grew increasingly close to Harry's skinny Seeker flesh.



      "I think I missed the part where it was your business, Malfoy," retorted Harry, looking up from the floor into Malfoy's stone grey eyes; his instinctive urges almost entirely taking over; Harry fighting every impulse which would lead to pulling the Slytherin's mouth towards his.



      "I'll make it  my business if I want to Potter," Draco now hissed directly into Harry's face Draco's body now pressing on Harry's slightly, lips barely centimetres apart. Pressing the tip of his wand to Harry's neck, "You can't tell me what to-"



      Harry wrenched Draco's face down to his mouth, overwhelming him with a wild, raw, ravenous kiss. Nothing but rapturous pleasure, sinking to Draco's toes and fortifying Harry's rock-hard member as his hips began moving in rhythm to the sounds of his worst enemy's ragged breaths. Draco felt himself being pushed towards the giant bed, and with no complaints, sank into the duvet with expectations he could only dream.



      Both had got what they wanted, but only Harry felt the blood pumping through his veins, every action he took from then on was to free Malfoy of his robes all the while, escaping from his own. Shredding them from his back, Harry ran his hands down the slight yet defined muscles of Malfoy's abdomen, repeating the same action again with his tongue until he grasped Malfoy's own stick with his electrified lips , and he didn't mean his wand. As Harry peeled back the thin layer of skin, he watched the head of Malfoy's member grow fuller, redder and wetter...Slowly to begin with, but without hesitation, he began to suck, Malfoy's bad-boy-turned-innocent gasps and throaty murmurs only serving to spur him on, driving him faster and faster - Malfoy's hands yanking at Harry's hair, every suck sending Malfoy into a state of otherworldly nirvana.



      "His lips are on my penis. His lips are on my penis. His lips are on my penis!" The words kept running through Draco's head as Harry continued to perform, but his thoughts became incoherent, the whimpers and pants released from the boy being the only indication of his current delight. But Harry started to taunt his enemy , not finishing Draco, but moving from the still erect shaft up the body of the sallow pure blood, tracing violent kisses along the lines of his chest until he reached his neck. Draco's neck had always been sensitive and Harry's next harsh movements seemed to be well aware of this. He started with just gentle caressing of Draco's collarbones with his lips, breathing on them with his hot, soft breath. Harry was mimicking the soothing massaging of his head, carried out by Draco as the coolness of his Slytherin fingers calmed him, those very fingers reaching to stroke his velvet skin. Harry then progressed from caressing to dropping kisses and licking out the hollow groove over Draco's collarbone, following the line to the centre of Draco's long, vampiric neck.



      Seeking out the exact point of the neck which Harry was so used to finding on countless boys, Ron and Seamus included, he started with a nibble, but this only functioned to anger him further. Not being able to restrain himself his nibble turned into a fully fledged bite. Hearing Malfoy's soft retaliation gave Harry license to snigger gently as he introduced him to the world of pain for pleasure and just how much fun it could be... Feeling Malfoy's pulse beat even more rapidly was Harry's invitation. The skin was already starting to go red, but Harry sucked and relaxed and sucked and relaxed, nipping at the very pressure point that Harry knew would be driving Malfoy wild, if he was as masochistic as he thought he would be.



      The groan of contentment which was so reluctant at first now became more than Draco ever thought it could be. Harry's teeth quietly breaking through his skin secured the blood rushing to his appendage to a point that could have never been reached had Draco just been dreaming about making love to Harry without any added extras.  As Harry's bites subsided, both boys found their irregular breaths echoing off the walls of the stone room. But by no means were either of the boys fully satisfied or finished with each other, still sporting entirely stiff units. While Harry's bites may have calmed, Draco's neck looking satisfyingly red and raw, he extended his tongue up Draco's neck to the tip of his ear, running his saliva-impregnated tongue along the ridge. As Harry gently tugged on Draco's earlobe, Draco could hear just how close to coming Harry was, the cool stream of air from his mouth heating and thrilling Draco as he felt Harry's chest heaving above him. Harry nudged Draco's ear with his nose, all the while never lavishing attention away from his glorious body and moved his lips to where his nose once was.



      Whispering into his ear like he had done to so many Gryffindors, Harry made Malfoy feel like the only one.



      "Put your arms out and above your head."  Harry murmured it plainly and simply and was happy to see how quickly Malfoy obliged. Harry undetectably flicked his wand and something came zooming towards him from a chest at the foot of the bed. Azkaban Full-Strength Handcuffs And Chains. As if they knew what to, the chains wrapped themselves round Malfoy's outstretched arms and, bringing them up above his head and the handcuffs made sure Malfoy's fragile wrists stayed firmly secured to the iron frame of the bed.



      Harry surveyed the completely naked Slytherin boy who lay before him -exposed and uncovered - and The Chosen One could not help a roguish smirk escape his lips as he saw the expression on Malfoy's face. Begging him to carry on. And with that, he gracefully indulged himself, again focussing his attention on the boy's biggest asset, stroking it with his soft lips, increasing in pressure and increasing again, pumping and pumping until his jaw started to ache. But it was worth it to feel Malfoy come in his mouth, drinking the salty sweetness with glee while Malfoys pure rapture was confirmed in his cries. Each one increased in volume and dissolved Malfoy's composure further and further until he was screaming Harry's name. Breathlessly and brilliantly, Malfoy was completely in a state of heady ecstasy.



       But Harry still had his own erection, throbbing between his legs as he looked down on the foe, who was now at his clemency. With a little Lady Langworthy's, Harry let Malfoy watch as he finished himself off, seeing the wonder in his eyes as his movements became frantic. Frantic until Harry deposited his load across the perfect chest of Malfoy, watching the boy spasm with delight, covered in his own semen.
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