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Harry Potter, Virgin Extraordinaire	By : lordoberon Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 16229 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Did I say I was almost done? heh. whoops! I'm not. There's more coming, and the fic gets plottier later, and then there's more smut. Yay!

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HARRY POTTER, VIRGIN EXTRAORDINAIRE

an HP fic

by lordoberon

Chapter 2

The room they ended up in was elegant yet also homey and messy. Against one wall was a gigantic four poster bed with white, thin drapes and silver tassels on the pillows. Opposite the foot of the bed was a marble fireplace, with a moving portrait of a night landscape that reminded Harry a little of Van Gogh’s “Starry Night.” One door behind Harry was closed, and one a little ajar to his right he assumed led to a bathroom.

There was a piano shoved in one corner, sleek black, with a glass door leading to a balcony behind it. A vase of peacock feathers sat on top of it. In the corner opposite it were two gigantic bookshelves filled to the brim. Books were scattered on the couch parallel to the bed, and a half full glass of wine sat perched on the bedside table. A tapestry with a Latin phrase hung on the wall above the bed.

“Nice,” Harry commented, not knowing what else to say. He smiled at Blaise, suddenly nervous. Why had he let himself be brought back to Blaise’s place? He didn’t like not having any idea where this was. And he had never done anything more than kissing with another male, so why start now?

Blaise’s glittering eyes drew Harry in the moment he looked, and he remembered why he should start now, when Blaise pushed him onto the bed and straddled him. He was heavy over Harry, but with a comfortable warmth. His hands pushed up the tender skin of Harry’s forearms until they pressed against Harry’s hands, and drew Harry’s arms up above his head. The heat of his arousal was undeniable, pressing against Harry’s own, and his thighs were hard and muscular against Harry.

Harry hadn’t been underneath a partner like this before, and it was exciting, to say the least. When Blaise suddenly began to grind against Harry, it felt so good. Pleasure wound hard in Harry’s cock and spilled out to the rest of him, and he felt his breathing go ragged. Blaise pushed against him extra hard, and at the hard pulse and twitch of his cock, combined with the heat of Blaise’s large arousal against it, Harry spat, “Fuck.”

The Slytherin tossed his hair back behind his shoulders, and then smirked at Harry with a flash of perfect white teeth. “That’s the idea, yes. You took the words right out of my mouth…”

He leaned down into Harry then, and Harry felt his heart speed up and his eyes widened. Blaise was even prettier up close, he thought, right before Blaise kissed him.

Kissing Harry had done before, but not like this. Blaise’s mouth was hot and insistent over Harry’s, and he soon had his tongue in Harry’s mouth. His tongue was like a spell, turning Harry into mush as he flicked it here and there, tasted every bit of him, and then languidly caressed Harry’s tongue. The effect was like a hand squeezing his cock, immediately hardening Harry more.

Harry moaned as Blaise’s tongue thrust hard in his mouth, and when Blaise pulled away from the kiss they were both panting. Again Blaise licked over Harry’s ear as he had in the club, and again a begging whimper gurgled up from Harry’s throat. Blaise chuckled. He did it harder, longer, slower now, and his hand pushed up beneath Harry’s shirt and his fingernails scraped over Harry nipples, which made Harry hiss. He moved to Harry’s neck then, kissing and suckling it, and Harry had enjoyed mouths on his neck before, but again Blaise’s was different, better, hotter, faster.

He wanted to see more of Blaise. Harry grabbed the sides of Blaise’s vest, and the man obediently held his arms out so Harry could rid him of it. Next came the tank top, which Harry in his eagerness gouged a hole in with his thumb.

“Oops.” He hoped Blaise wouldn’t have a fit over that. He was rich, after all, and he might be finicky about his clothes. The tank top looked normal but it might’ve cost galleons and galleons.

Blaise only laughed, and pushed Harry’s hand gently away, before he pulled the top over his head and let it drop to the floor.

Harry again drank in Blaise Zabini’s beauty. He drank in the sweat at the hollow of Blaise’s throat. He drank in the hard muscles in his arms, the tight flatness of his abs, the dark nipples, and the trail of hair that disappeared into those low-slung jeans. Said low-slung jeans revealed hips that were a little bony yet somehow sensual. And Blaise had more hair on his chest then Harry did. Harry raked a hand through it, down to a nipple, which he twisted, earning him a little moan.

He kissed Blaise then, kissed his mouth and his cheeks and his ears, tugged on an earring-ed earlobe with his teeth, and drifted his hands up and down the other man’s back. Blaise appreciated his attentions, making little sounds, and his hands that rested on the bed now were tight against the sheets.

Harry was forced to stop his explorations when Blaise took Harry’s shirt off, saying, “You have far too many clothes on.”

“So do you,” Harry whispered, and then laughed when Blaise gave him a surprised look.

“Let’s improve on that, shall we?”

And suddenly those warm, soft fingers were easing beyond the waistband of Harry’s trousers, where they teased his cock a moment. Then, so quickly, Blaise was stripping Harry; his trousers were gone, and then his underclothes, and he lay panting on Blaise’s bed, flushed. Would Blaise like what he saw?

The burning in Blaise’s eyes said yes. The way he eased off of Harry and then placed his hand on Harry’s thigh said yes. The touch of his skilled, teasing fingertips up Harry’s cock, said yes. Harry was erect now, if he hadn’t been before, because of the way that Blaise looked at him. There was fire roaring in that gaze, and it seared Harry, and made him tremble.

“You,” Blaise breathed, “are a hidden treasure. God, look at you…”

He stroked the back of his hand up Harry’s cock in a very agonizing fashion, and watched as Harry gasped and squirmed. Then he was wrapping his fingers around Harry’s cock, while licking his lips. That in itself was almost too much. Harry thrust his hips up hard into Blaise’s hot grasp, moaning, “Please…”

A soft thumb pad began to stroke up, up, up Harry’s cock. It was so soft he could barely feel it, and it drove Harry mad. With one strong hand Blaise held his hips down, and with the other he teased Harry like this. He licked his lips far too many times, and his gaze was glued to what he was mercilessly subjecting Harry to.

When his thumb brushed over the head of Harry’s cock and teased the slit there, Harry thrashed his head back and forth, shouting something incoherent. In response, Blaise purred some sort of self-satisfied laugh, and then his thumb was rubbing harder, faster, all over Harry’s cock, and then – Merlin! – He cupped and massaged Harry’s balls with one hand, while his burning hot tongue, so wet and so warm, licked the head of Harry’s cock.

“Mmm!” Harry pushed his hips up. His hands grabbed frantically at the sheets. “More, more you bloody bastard,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

Blaise stopped his licking, and his dark burning gaze looked at Harry’s face through half-closed lids. “How did you know? I am a bastard.”

Harry growled in frustration, and reaching out, he fisted his fingers in locks of Blaise’s dark hair and pushed his head down, back to Harry’s cock.

“I always knew Gryffindors were rude,” Blaise murmured.

Next, his hand stopped massaging Harry’s aching, tight balls, and he wiggled one finger between Harry’s belly and his cock, and began to stroke up and down. He leant down again, and began to feather little licks and kisses up and down Harry’s cock. While doing this, he moaned over and over, and Harry was so high and so filled with pleasure at the combination of sensation and sound, and their sweat in the air. He had his eyes shut tight, and his breath was ragged.

Blaise’s long hair tickled Harry’s thighs as he licked. His teasing finger stopped stroking Harry, and instead, his hand slid back, and groped at Harry’s arse.

“Wh-what,” Harry breathed, and then moaned as Blaise’s hand began to knead his arse.

“You’ve never done this before, have you?”

Harry blushed. “Um. No.”

“Not even with a woman?”

Ginny flashed through Harry’s mind, before he banished her. “Not, er, this part. Can you -” He was going to ask something like, can you not talk about it, or can you just not care, but then Blaise’s tongue was lapping at his cock, over and over in long, hungry strokes. Harry found himself wheezing, “Don’t…uhnnn…don’t stop!”

Blaise obeyed, and the bed was shaking with every jerk of Harry’s hips, combined with the fact that Blaise was grinding his body into the bed. And then Blaise’s mouth was fully occupied, finally, because he suckled the dripping head of Harry’s cock into his mouth, before suddenly and deliciously taking all of Harry’s length in.

Immediately Harry was wrenching his hips back and then forward, up, up, hard into that amazing heat and wet. Blaise’s slick tongue was teasing the underside, and his teeth scraped to make Harry growl and groan. Harry knew his grip on Blaise’s curls was way too tight, but he couldn’t seem to stop. He jerked his cock deep into Blaise’s mouth again and again, harder, faster, and he knew he was making loud sounds for every thrust but he couldn’t stop that, either.

His movements became sloppier, harsher, but Blaise handled it. His dark hands were hard on Harry’s hips, guiding him, helping him, and occasionally he would give a squeeze to Harry’s arse that only made Harry howl louder. For he was howling, a crazy, wild sound that turned into a long drawn-out groan. He came hard, and watched with his heart sped up and his mouth open as Blaise drank his semen. He watched the full lips work, admiring the hollowed cheeks. He could feel Blaise’s throat against him, and it felt good.

Then the Slytherin pulled away, gasping. Harry’s eyes were transfixed as dark fingers shoved Blaise’s trousers down, and with a growl in his throat, Blaise let his come spatter hard and fast over Harry’s belly. His semen was hot against Harry, coating Harry's stomach and thighs, and if Harry hadn’t just finished, he would have shot his load at the sight and sensation. Blaise’s hair was an absolute mess, and he stroked his cock, knowing Harry watched, before he collapsed alongside Harry on the bed.

They lay there panting. Harry stared up at the blank ceiling and felt a flush work its way down his forehead and all the way to his neck. He had just been sucked off gloriously by a man. By a fellow student of Hogwarts. By a Slytherin, and by Blaise Zabini, whose mother regularly murdered each husband she got.

Harry hoped that if he became Blaise’s lover, he wouldn’t get killed, too. Then he blushed more, that he had even thought that.

He turned his head and looked into Blaise’s eyes. The dark man smiled. His gaze swept over Harry. “You look good like that,” he murmured, “naked, with my come on you.”

“Thanks,” Harry laughed. He laid his head back and closed his eyes. He felt so good. His body was loose. His muscles didn’t ache with tension as they always had around Ginny, even after sex (and he hadn’t ever gotten sucked off by her, either. She hadn’t wanted to). Blaise’s bed was comfortable and the sheets were cool except where their bodies touched.

Harry turned his head again, and as Blaise rolled over onto his back, Harry’s gaze roved over him pointedly. This was the first he was seeing Blaise naked. The Slytherin knew he was watching, and turned to lie on his side so Harry could see more.

There was a lot to see. Blaise’s cock was big, and nestled in a thatch of thick curls. His legs were toned from some sort of exercise, and his feet were bony. He had perfect nails and perfect skin without a single mole, freckle, or scar. His skin was smooth like silk. His eyes were bright as he watched Harry appraising him, and he seemed to enjoy it, for his lips turned upwards. And his hair was the definition of the “just been shagged” look at the moment, though they hadn’t, yet. Harry thought his own hair constantly had the “just been shagged” look, but he thought maybe Blaise’s uncontrolled curls could give his hair a run for its money.

“How many people have you shagged?” he asked. It sortof blurted out of him, and he hated that he’d said it the minute the words left his mouth.

Blaise only smirked more. “A lot. Why do you want to know? Are you the jealous type?”

Harry shook his head. “No. Well, maybe. I can be. But I’m not horrible.”

“Good.”

After staring at him like that, Harry felt a little shy. He pulled his gaze away from Blaise, but really all he wanted to do was look again. So he looked again, and that made Blaise chuckle.

“Harry Potter, Boy Who Lived, Chosen One, conqueror of the Dark Lord…and virgin extraordinaire. Merlin, even the way you look at me tells me you’re a virgin.”

Harry barely heard him. He was distracted by Blaise’s cock, which was hardening. He watched with baited breath. He’d seen himself get hard loads of times, but somehow this was so much better. He wondered what it would be like to –

He decided to do it instead of think about it. All this talk about his lack of experience was embarrassing. He shot out, “I’ve done women, you know,” and then he was moving.

Blaise looked surprised as Harry leaned down, and without further ado, slipped his mouth over Blaise’s cock.

Harry shut his eyes. He moved his mouth slowly over the head, and then dared to lick with his tongue, slowly, softly. He heard Blaise grunt, and opened his eyes. The Slytherin was staring at Harry in amazement.

“I didn’t think you’d have the balls to do that, frankly,” Blaise whispered hoarsely, “though I’m glad you do.”

Harry nodded his head, and pressed his tongue harder, longer, over Blaise’s cock. It was hardening faster now, and he wanted it to harden within his mouth. So he eased slowly forward, letting his tongue glide along the soft skin.

“You look good on my cock,” Blaise panted, “Really good.”

Harry concentrated on easing Blaise’s cock into his mouth more, and when he had to take a break, he began to use his tongue again. He licked slowly at first, easy paced, but then as Blaise groaned and his cock swelled, Harry licked harder, faster. Pleasure was a heavy pit in his belly, a stinging in his eyes, and heat in his groin. Blaise was big, and Harry was hard-pressed to fit him in his mouth. With his stubborn will though, he sank his mouth over more, more, until the musky scent of Blaise was deep in his nose.

He savored the sensation of Blaise’s cock in his mouth, embarrassed and glad that he enjoyed it so much, before pulling away. Then he sunk down again, up, down, licking, suckling. He was erect now, and so was Blaise. Harry couldn’t fit him all in anymore. He wrapped his fingers around the base, and sucked as hard as he could.

“Merlin!” Blaise gasped. “I can tell you like it. Mmmph. Use your teeth on me, Harry. And your hands. All of it.”

So Harry scraped with his teeth, and moaning, he slid his mouth off the head of Blaise’s cock with a popping sound. He licked up and down the shaft, and the more he licked, the more Blaise began to tremble. His hands were tight in Harry’s hair, on his neck, on his shoulders. When the head began to leak, Harry licked it, groaning. This was too good. He had wanted something like this for a long time, he realized – this level of satisfaction – and now it was here.

“God, Potter, Harry,” Blaise breathed. And then he was loud, and his hands ripped at Harry’s hair, because Harry was sinking his mouth over Blaise again and again, quick, rough. His cock was pulsing so fast, he was hard enough to burst, and he still had Blaise’s come on him, dry now, and he didn’t think he’d be able to swallow what was next, but he wanted to, because he wanted to make Blaise call him Harry again, and he wanted to look even better on Blaise’s cock then he had earlier.

They were shaking and moaning, and then Blaise thrust in one more time and Harry drank, and drank. Semen leaked out of his mouth and he wanted to lick it up, but instead Blaise was holding the back of his head, pushing it down on his cock. He pumped his cock with his fingers, so every drop left went into Harry's mouth. When he was all done and had pulled away, he wiped Harry’s hair back from his sweaty brow and said, “Damn.”

Harry grinned, and then with a sigh he fell over Blaise’s body, and grinding against Blaise’s thigh with a groan, he came hard. He didn’t think he had come twice in such quick succession before. It felt good.

Blaise cleaned them up with a quick “scourgify,” and then he grabbed Harry and pulled him into a hard kiss. They panted against each other when they were done. Harry was lying over Blaise, and then he sunk readily and easily into Blaise’s embrace, and closed his eyes.

He didn’t sleep, but he dozed, and when he opened his eyes, the Slytherin was stroking his hands over Harry’s scalp slowly. His fingers felt good on Harry, and Harry nestled closer, into Blaise’s neck.

“Who was your first?” he asked Blaise curiously.

Blaise sighed. “You don’t want to know.”

Harry’s mind leapt from name to name. “What, was it Malfoy?” He cringed.

Blaise laughed, looking down at his expression. “No. I’ve had him though – don’t tell Pansy.”

Harry grimaced, picturing Blaise with Draco Malfoy, and then he asked, “Why was she so upset?” He couldn’t help but wonder.

Blaise sighed again. “It’s him. Draco. She’s in a big fuss because he’s getting married, and not to her.”

Harry lifted his head up. Seriously? “Malfoy’s getting married? To who?”

“To whom. Daphne Greengrass’s sister, Astoria.”

Harry was flummoxed. He hadn’t ever imagined Malfoy would marry so soon. And he himself had been planning to marry Ginny in the near future. He felt his stomach churn at the thought, now. She hadn’t been right for him after all. He hoped, oddly, that Malfoy wasn’t getting into the marriage too fast, and that Astoria Greengrass was pleasant.

“When?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?! Shouldn’t you be there?”

Blaise stroked through Harry’s hair. “I will be. I’m arriving fashionably late. It’s not till the evening anyway. I hope that when I’m done…I can come back to you, in my bed.”

Harry licked his lips, and looked away. They hadn’t gone all the way yet, but he knew they both wanted to. But what Blaise was asking for was something more, more than just a night’s fling. Maybe. He wanted Harry that much? And did Harry want him that much back?

He looked at Blaise. The brunette was gazing at him calmly, but his eyes were intense, trying to read Harry again. He hadn’t taken Harry’s silence as rejection. He was waiting.

Harry leaned down. “Convince me,” he whispered. “Convince me to come back tomorrow evening…”

Their tongues met, and dueled, before Blaise pulled away. “Alright. It’s a deal.”

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