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Sweet Dreams	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3335 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 1 – I want to use you.

“Sweet dreams are made of this

Who am I to disagree

I travel the world and the seven seas

Everybody's looking for something

Some of them want to use you

Some of them want to get used by you

Some of them want to abuse you

Some of them want to be abused” ~Eurythmics – Sweet Dreams

Harry stood at the bow of the ship as the darkness was broken only by the light of the stars above. Staring out on the Black Sea, he sighed and closed his eyes, picturing those silver eyes going molten as Harry kissed the man. A small shift in the air told Harry he wasn’t alone, many of the ships passengers had ignored his presence, that was what he wanted when he cast the notice-me-not around himself. He was surprised when hot breath reached his ears “Dance with me”. It wasn’t a question but a demand, and that voice was silky, soft and terribly familiar. Harry turned only to be blind folded before he could see whom it was that was invading his space. He reached for the blind fold, only to find it bound by magic to his eyes.

“You can’t remove it till all has been completed. Dance with me Harry” That voice wrapped around Harry sending shivers down his spine. He was getting excited by the voice alone, but willed his erection down, he didn’t know whom this was, but they knew him. There was no evil out to get him anymore, so he went with it. Dancing can’t hurt anyone.

As arms wrapped around his neck, his arms were directed towards the waist of the person. The waist was slender, and the hips were narrow. They swayed together on the deck of the ship. It was an intimate moment, heavy with a sensual tension. “Who are you?” Harry asked, but didn’t truly care. A sense of peace seemed to emanate from the man he was holding. Harry knew it was a man from the pure sensuality of the voice that spoke to him. “Someone who wants to use you tonight” there was a drawl to the voice, that remained elusive to Harry, but at the same time it made him excited at the prospect. Though he could not be “thoroughly used”, He was saving that for someone specific and would probably die without ever giving that gift to the one who owns his heart.

“There are limits,” Harry said, “I will not give up my virginity in either way, that is saved for someone else” The man dancing with him paused briefly, “Who?” There was a tension there that Harry didn’t understand, but he replied anyway, “The man who stole my heart, gave me peace in the face of death, and that man I will never see again, but I am his none the less.”

The man holding him squeezed him tighter then whispered, “We will only go so far as you can handle, and tonight is for my pleasure. I want to use you.”

Harry felt his hand tugged, and placed on the shoulders of the man, and they began walking. Harry’s sense of direction was not lost even with a blindfold on. They were walking in the direction of the elevator that would take them to the private room area of the large boat. Harry’s room was on the third floor, just one below the observation deck they were on, two more floors above them held luxury suites, and the floors below Harry’s were the quarters for those that ran the small cruise ship and for the engine room. The elevator ascended, telling Harry that the man was rich or proud for purchasing a luxury suite. They ascended past the first, and landed on the last floor, holding onto the shoulders of the man, Harry followed. A door opened ahead of him, and he felt guided between two door jams before a click of a closing door.

Harry was pushed back against the wall, and warm lips pressed his, he opened his mouth to receive the invading tongue. There was fire, and a longing that built within Harry. He had not had a kiss or a touch in seven years. How anyone had found him, he couldn’t tell, but right now, he was glad someone did, seven years of solitude flooded his response to his partner. Harry quickly took over the kiss, hands raised to weave into the hair of the man, it was silky and soft, and the man moaned into Harry’s mouth. He plunged in, sweeping his tongue over that of the other man’s, tasting a spice and honey flavor that was intoxicating. Harry breathed in the scent of the man through his nose without pulling away. There was a sense of falling, his head spinning, and his belly fluttering as the man reached to cup his face while groaning into the kiss even more. Harry moved to place the man against the wall as his hands fell from the soft tangle of hair, down to stroke the neck of the softest skin. Harry broke the kiss so he could taste that skin.

It was sinful, soft and delicate, salty yet with a hint of sweetness. Harry teased the flesh between his teeth and lips, sucking and flicking. “Harry, Please …” The man’s hands came up to Harry’s shoulders and pushed gently. Harry complied, feeling his way down his lover’s body, Harry’s fingers found the zipper and button to the man’s pants, and he slowly unzipped them. One hand reached to find the man’s erection under the pants, and found an impressive member. Smooth, thick, long and straight, no curve at all. Harry brought his face to the front of the man’s pants and inhaled the musky scent that sent his mind reeling from the sensation. He blew his hot breath on the front of the pants covering the thick erection, the man gasped. “I have to fuck that mouth Harry, please ...” The man panted. Harry pulled the pants down and felt the erection hit him in the nose. He gripped the base with one hand and bent down. His licks were hesitant at first, but the taste was perfect, salty yet a slight nutty flavor that was luscious. His tongue flicked the tip of the hard cock, pulling more groans from the man. The man reached for his wand and whispered a spell that hit Harry’s throat. Harry wanted to laugh, as his throat numbed and his nostrils flared to enlargement, and he opened his mouth to swallow all the man had to give.

The man had one hand on each side of Harry’s head, holding him in place. Thrusting his heavy erection into Harry’s waiting throat made him groan louder than before. “Take it all Harry, I want to come down your handsome throat”, he panted out as he started a brutal pace. The throat charm worked perfectly, Harry was comfortable, no gag reflex to worry about, and he was enjoying the sensation as if his own prick was encased inside his throat. He swallowed a couple of times to increase the pressure, and found a rhythm to match the man’s thrusting, one that would constrict his throat just as the head would enter. The man above him gasped and held on tighter. Harry was enjoying his mouth and throat being used, his own cock wept in response. The strokes got faster and longer, while Harry felt his cock about to explode in his own pants with each moan and grunt and gasp. “Harry…” was all the man could muster as he shot his load down Harry’s throat. Starting to pull out, Harry tasted the semen on his tongue and burst in his pants from the exquisite flavor of it all.

He felt himself lifted a placed on a bed, but he was feeling too blissful to care.

“I’ll leave you with this, you changed my world seven years ago Harry, gave me a gift that helped me to define that thin line between love and hate. I’ll see you later down the line, ponder. And enjoy the suite” Right before the door shut, the blindfold fell off Harry and he saw, or at least thought he saw a flash of blonde out the door, but he chided himself on wishful thinking.

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