I Saw Malfoy Suck Cock

WARNING: Heavy graphic material containing GAY sex acts. If this offends you, why are you even reading this?

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*~I Saw Malfoy Suck Cock~*
Chapter three


Two weeks, and I still hadn’t managed to get Malfoy alone.

I felt...Furious, unexplainably.

Perhaps my little blond was taking my warning way too seriously, but no fear. I knew I’d corner him soon.

It was time to put my dad’s map to good use.

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Malfoy was a grace of darkness as he descended the stairs. His black robes opened around him, hovering like Knight’s cloak, his steps light and silent on the stone.

I followed once he finished the stairs, going down myself, and never losing sight of his blond hair.

I watched him walk.

He was all head high and shoulders straight king-of-the-castle-like. I just couldn’t wait to get my hands on that attitude of his and bend it to my liking.

Malfoy moved quicker than I expected.

I ignored the bodies of students walking around me. My eyes were set on a target, everything else was nil.

I walked a bit faster, followed the blond head in the sea of black, and turned at his same detour.

I found myself in the library. I was so intent in following him that I hadn’t realized exactly where we were heading.

Hermione waved at me sitting beside a very bored looking Ron. I waved back, my smile only half hearted as my eyes trailed for Malfoy.

I saw his head disappear behind a shelf, and I smirked.

“Hey, Hermione.”

My friend smiled brightly at me. If she was thinking I had come there to study she was sourly mistaken...but on the other hand...

“I just need to go find this, eh, book.” I said as her mouth opened, closed, and then reopened.

“Why Harry, that’s great! Hear that Ron?” she asked, turning to the red-head who was half asleep.

I grinned. “Good luck.”

“Thanks.” They both replied, and I half laughed when Hermione gave Ron a glare and Ron closed his eyes in ‘sleep’ again.

“I’ll see you guys later.” I left their table without another look.

This Malfoy hunting better give me a reward soon, frankly, it was getting a bit annoying.

Aha. Prey.

I peeked through the books; on the other section Malfoy was skimming his eyes on an old manuscript.

I found it terribly cliché’ that it seemed every time I had to sabotage Malfoy, we were in some sort public place with him busy doing something else.

But my cock didn’t fail to like the situation any less.

I sauntered quietly, glad that Malfoy chose that moment to snap the book close as he proceeded to put it back.

And Malfoy, much to my own sick enjoyment, didn’t crunch down like any normal person would to place the book on the lowest shelf.

No.

He bent.

Moment to have witnessed my smirk number two.

Thank Merlin for obnoxiously rich-tailored-only Malfoy robes, indeed.

Malfoy’s globes were highlighted perfectly by the soft black, faintly grey lined pants. It was almost hypnotic as they emphasised the curve of his ass, demanding for hands to cup it—squeeze it. Play with it.

But then, the most irresistible feature... Malfoy’s cleft.

The shadowed gap accompanied by the neighbouring swell of his ass cheeks made it all the easier to make that one last step, and slide my middle finger within it as the rest of my fingers felt Malfoy’s ass.

The blond went up-right, instantly; smashing against my chest as I suffocated a squeak from his throat with my other hand, and welcomed the familiar scent of his hair in deep inhales.

The sudden move had forced for Malfoy’s ass cheeks to tighten around my middle finger, which had been pushed deeper in the process, and I rubbed Malfoy’s hole almost feather-like.

“Sssh, Malfoy.” I soothed, voice low as I soothed his pant covered hole with my finger.

Malfoy’s ass cheeks seemed to tighten even more in recognition.

“Good boy.”

Malfoy’s shoulders relaxed against me, and I let him twist his head around to my face even though I held on to his throat still rather dangerously.

Again, Malfoy’s eyes didn’t meet mine.

“Potter,” he breathed, so softly, so uncharacteristically that my cock jumped and purred all at once against his hip.

“You like me petting your hole?” I licked my lips, my mind hazy with lust already, “Feel my finger stroking it?”
Malfoy’s mouth, raw-red, and it hadn’t even sucked on my cock yet, parted as if speechless.

I tapped harder at his hole, my finger seeming impatient to get itself through all the unnecessary cloth.

“I can feel your warmth, Malfoy.” I watched his profile carefully, his every detail an open book to me as his skin flushed.

My middle finger rubbed up and down, leisurely, but with pressure enough to make his hips push against it.

“Tut, tut, no moving...”

He stilled immediately. It was then when his mouth shut that I realized his breathing had been like noisy heaves.

“You just ask for more punishment, don’t you Malfoy?”

My captive’s heart beat seemed to have shot up at that as I felt a more persistent tramming under my fingers tips curled on his neck. It was almost ticklish, like an imprisoned butterfly flapping its wings madly on surface of my hands.

I pressed harder around his neck, and felt Malfoy’s Adam’s apple bob.

“Punishment?”

“You’ve made me very frustrated, you always do. It was time I gave you a lesson...hell, how...I—” I greeted my teeth as my middle finger probed now, with pure aggressiveness, “—I hate you.”

The blond half arched away, his teeth sinking on his bottom lip making the red surface appear white.

“I know.” He said, not even with a breath of voice.

I caught the top of his ear between my teeth. “Liar,” I bit down, bothering the shell of his ear till I felt it go warm in my mouth.

“You have no idea, what I go through.”

I allowed my middle finger to settle for more lazy roundabouts on Malfoy’s hole as I spoke.

“You have no fucking idea of just how fucking pissed I am with you. Touch me.”

Malfoy hand flew to my cock. It didn’t fail to find me on the first go.

“Remember our little grope in the green house? My cock has been remembering it for the past weeks.”

I felt his fingers feel for my length, trailing around and squeezing my crown trough my uniform.

I impaled Malfoy’s hole brutally again, as much as the cloth barrier permitted, making him go suddenly rigid. His hand around my cock tightened to the extremes of making me sound like a high-pitched pubescent boy.

Instead, my voice was even hoarser as pleasure soared within me.

“But you have forgotten.”

Malfoy, who even struggled to shake his head no as my hand around his neck held him now vice-like, gasped for air. I slid my hand down to his naval then, feeling his muscles all tense, and on the ready underneath my hand.

“I haven’t..!”

“Slut,” I spat, “have they even taught you how to lie with that pretty mouth? You are just craving for trouble, aren’t you...”

Keeping our position and limbs as they were, I moved back so to be at the very end of the book shelf. Deep within the mustiness of old books and dirt, were even the hovering candles failed to illuminate quite as well.

Malfoy did not struggle, and I smirked as he melted against me once more.

“This is as private as its going to get.” I announced crudely, “Now get on your knees and use that mouth for what it is really needed.”

There was something about been so nasty, in a different way, to Malfoy that exceeded the level of my excitement.

I almost whined when he did not get to it as fast my every demand had been executed.

I grabbed for his neck again, my middle finger halting between the crack of his ass.

“You are giving me even more excuses to hurt you; you blasted shit—now get on your knees and SUCK me.”

As I felt the slight movement of Malfoy’s muscles I let him go, and he fell to his knees in swift actions.

His hands reached for my pants, skilful fingers getting my cock out.

“Look at me.”

Just as my needy cock fell in his fist, pearly drop of cum rubbed all over its surface by a neat stroke, Malfoy looked up.

Shit. Lord.

His eyes shined molten at me, slightly wide as if mesmerized as he wanked me steadily with the head of my cock pocking at his chin every time.

“I want it.”

I almost suffered heart failure before it began beating thousand times faster.

“Everything,” Malfoy breathed up at me, I could feel his shaky breath on my pulsing cock. “Anything.”

I licked my lips, another sneer curling on my mouth as I threaded my hand in his hair. But fuck, it was so silky.

“For now, you get my cum. If you are good.”

I saw a flash of something in the silver eyes, darkened somehow, and I knew as he swallowed me down that he had taken my words as a challenge.

I wanted to laugh out loud in victory but then, as I threw my head back all I could do was hiss out my pleasure.
Malfoy’s lips were a tight ring around my cock. I could feel the row of teeth behind them, and the thought of having them graze my cock made my hips snap.

The little –expert, but little, cock sucker twirled his tongue around my head almost stroking my dick with that alone as he passed it around. All this and he still kept his tempo, never failing to bring me down his hot and wet throat.

Fuck gag reflexes. I wanted to hear him chock on it.

I grabbed at his golden hair, such an angelic feature for someone so fucking dirty, and pounded his mouth.

I felt the quick still of his body before he accepted the brutal treatment as the crown of my cock tapped at his throat every single time.

I breathed out, having to purse my lips so tightly not to create attention to the dark and lonely part of the shelf we were in. Suddenly the library seemed such an even more quite place...The risk...

Fuck, the risk was turning me on.

It was Malfoy however, that proved to be almost too loud.

He was breathing heavily trough his nose, and my steadily impaling cock would emit squishy noises from his mouth.

I could tell he was attempting to swallow me down but I was way too quick for him to manage that. He settled with tightening his mouth around me and my balls slapped at his chin.

“That’s it...let me use you...” I growled, somehow as quietly as I could.

I was suddenly aware of his hands clawing at my hips, actually urging me in.

“Hands behind your back...!” I ordered, and once again he was quick to do so. His body going upright on some sort of uneasy balance as he was forced to sway with the movement of my cock in order to stay on his knees.

Stupid slut, he was not supposed to be enjoying this!

I looked down at him, his eyes were closed, expression relaxed as if he was sleeping. My eyes narrowed.

I took my cock out of his mouth and masturbated furiously in front of him.

His eyes opened almost lost and his mouth remained opened, panting as he looked at me.

“You greedy bitch.” I greeted between my teeth, my eyes locked on him there, on his knees. His hands clasped behind his back making him look imprisoned.

A greedy, hungry and horny prisoner.

I slapped him punishingly with my cock; I knew he’d like it, but it was a fantasy of mine I had to make a reality.

I breathed out, enjoying the wet sounds, the splattering of my pre-cum on his high cheek bones.

“Fuck, Malfoy...”

His eyes flashed again, unadultered arousal, and he opened his mouth for me, his eyes pleading almost.

It suddenly dawned on me that it really sucked to be in a public place when having Malfoy at my feet. I really wanted to be loud, and I really wanted to make him scream.

“Close your mouth..!”

Malfoy did, still looking up at me as if I was God and his life depended on my every following word.

Hell, I liked that.

I fisted my cock, slapping it on both his cheeks several times.

I really liked it.

“I’m going to cum on your fucking face.” I whispered, and I trailed my dick on his lips. I could feel them tremble, wanting to open, but Malfoy behaved like a good little bitch, and didn’t.

I was almost saddened that he didn’t.

“Don’t close your eyes.”

Oh fuck, oh bleeding shitting hell I was going to cum on Malfoy’s snobby face!

My head went back, I saw white and then my balls tightened so much that it was almost painful as I squirted my first drops on his face.

I looked down, deep in my euphoria and glazed by pleasure, I met his eyes instantly, and they were fierce in mine as I decorated his face.

Five hundred different curses lined up in my mouth, and sixteen thousand profanities would have shot right behind them as I witnessed Malfoy be there and take the degrading act.

Ropes of cum landed all over his patrician face, and it made me moan in ecstasy the fact that I was destroying that pure facade.

I completely arched towards him, glad for the tall shelf behind me or I would have fallen for sure.

My body quaked and there was absolutely no control of it as my cock spat the last couple of times.

I aimed for Malfoy’s brow, his chin, the corner of his eyes and to tease him more, his mouth.

And he remained immobile, his eyes speaking to me things that would have gotten my cock hard and ready once more if I looked too deeply in them.

I breathed heavily, my face raw with heat as I jerked one lazy time.

Then Malfoy blinked, and blinked some more and then rather quickly because the cum I had aimed at the corner of his eye was sliding in it.

The corner of my mouth lifted and I languidly reached out with my index finger.

“I should let my cum sting your pretty eye, Malfoy. Only fair.” But I swept it away instead. “You were nice and still for me.” I rubbed my cum covered finger on his mouth, I enjoyed playing with my cum there, smoothing it down along the contours of his sinful mouth. “Such an obedient whore you are Malfoy.” I laughed quietly, “Now open your mouth and get your cum.”

My finger was inhaled first, and my eyes went wide in surprise as I still floated on the afterglow of my orgasm.

His cheeks hollowed, much like they did when around my cock, and his teeth actually grazed down as he let it go. My finger, cum cleaned.

A pink tongue did a slow, circuit of his lips. A trail of saliva dripping at the corner of his mouth and I was deeply enthralled with it.

‘Hungry’ just took a whole other meaning, fucking hell.

“You like that mudblood cum?”

Malfoy’s lips smacked wetly as he ran his tongue around his teeth and gum, savouring it still.

“Clean me.” I was still holding on to my cock, a fat trail of cum still pooled on its head even if my orgasm had finished.

Those silver eyes remained on mine.

He poked his tongue out, tapped it lightly around my head before swiping nice and good. Like a tasty ice-cream, and I was content enough to have his saliva shining on my dick in memory of his tongue as it left.
His face, still plastered, remained calm under the circumstances; truthful enjoyment itched there like I had never seen it.

Malfoy took my breath away.

“Zip me up.”

Malfoy did, terribly slow this time. Even his hands seem to be enjoying the feel of my dick as he placed it carefully inside my pants.

I closed my mouth; my organ was so fucking sensitive. It was like Malfoy’s surprising gentle hands new, and it sent even more excitement inside me.

He looked back at me when he was done, expectantly; the shine of his eyes a needful insatiability.

Fucking hell, Malfoy was...so...just so...

My sudden growl made Malfoy shiver and power surged in me like no other.

“Expose yourself to me.”

Malfoy let out a half desperate sound as he fell on his ass in order to fight with the clasp of his pants.

The poor fuck must have been terribly hard, I noted.

His cock then, sprang out, and Malfoy leant back on his hands opening his knees in wanton fashion. When he looked up he was the exact expression of unrefined sensuality.

“Hurts...” he admitted in the softest whimper I had ever heard someone utter.

Especially Malfoy, especially from Malfoy.

He glanced at me from beneath his lashes and oh, my, fucking, lord—I went to my knees straight away.

—And not because the look was enough to liquefy my bones...but to get closer to him.

His once perfect hair was chaotic, some strands even coated with sperm. What a picture he presented himself there, with my cum on his face and hair, cock jaunting out and flat on his stomach, with knees spread as far as they could go with his legs bent either side of his ass.

Like a little boy allowing me to play with his toy, I thought maliciously.

I touched the tip of Malfoy’s cock with my finger, rubbing the steady rivulets of clear liquid right at the little slit on his flustered cock.

Malfoy panted, almost permitting the unsteady jerk that made his cock bob the slightest.

I laughed quietly at him. “Does it now?”

I raised my gaze at him, his cheek reddening a bit more as he licked his lips and nodded, frantically.

“Then, I guess I shall stop touching you...”

Both of Malfoy’s hands grabbed my wrist, halting my hand there as he looked at me with wide, urgent eyes. He would have fallen back if I had shrugged away his hands.

“N-no..!”

I raised an eyebrow at him. He dared touch me and order me now, did he?

Malfoy looked down, as if knowing the lines he was crossing but decided to take it all the way as he pulled my hand flat on his cock, and rested his forehead on my shoulder.

“Please,” he breathed, nuzzling his dirty face on me, “touch... it.”

Malfoy was rubbing his face on my chest and although it was dirtied with my cum it was not an issue.

We both knew his actions were hazardous in this little charade of ours, but for the moment I allowed it.

Having him this vulnerable and pathetic made me feel strangely protective of him as he sought for some sort of relief from me.

And only me.

My fingers tightened around his cock, harshly, my sudden jealousy coming up making me want to stake my claim suddenly, so ferociously, that Malfoy jumped against my chest.

He looked up at me, his whole body heaving as he tried to breathe.

My eyes fell on his parted mouth.

Fuck.

I began twisting my hand around his cock in hope to distract myself from the insane urge of kissing Malfoy.

The blond licked his lips then, gnawing on his bottom lip as he rocked in my hand.

Shit.

Then his hands clasped my shoulder bringing us closer. He gasped inches from my mouth as he rested his forehead on my cheek.

My hand stroked him, almost hurriedly now, and Malfoy’s hips snapped to my fist like a beast in heat.

“You are going to cum now...all over the shelf.” I panted back, as if I was the one receiving the same strangled pleasure my starving body had craved, “And give Hogwarts something else to talk about.”

Malfoy managed to sob in agreement, his back arching like a cat after a nap.

“Quiet.” I warned, but my voice was surprisingly gentle.

I shifted myself behind him, my body enclosing around him perfectly as I kept pleasuring him. Swiftly, I angled us so that Malfoy’s cock dipped right at the books.
T
he back of Malfoy’s head found home at the crook of my neck as he arched and arched.

And finally, I realized, I had made Malfoy loose that aloof calmness of his and set him wild and desperate in my arms.

“Now, Malfoy.”

I sank my teeth in his exposed jugular, and Merlin help me, how did he fight the grogged scream rumbling mutedly in his throat?

His body went solid against mine, only his hips rocked as I masturbated every little drop of sperm out of his slit and onto the old, ancient books of the library.

The sight of Malfoy loosing it made me incredibly giddy. That and the realization of Malfoy’s hand clasping the back of my head in death like grip.

Malfoy’s breathing pattern was even rougher now, his chest rouse as if it was an incredible effort to do so.
He rested against my body, his ass between my legs as we both stayed on our knees on the floor. My body holding his up as he melted into his own euphoric bliss.

I soothed the skin of his neck with my tongue, sucking at the mark my teeth had left, cherishing the abused skin with no hidden feelings.

Once again, Malfoy rested his head on my shoulder, eyes closed as his body calmed. His fingers then, clawed around my hair, threaded in thankful caresses.

I never knew the back my neck could be so sensitive till Malfoy touched it.

I let go of his softening cock, and placed my hand on his hip. I held him steady, my hand a firm and heavy on it as I trailed my other hand on his chest.

I found I couldn’t help returning the soothing motion of caressing, as I circled my hand on his chest.

That damned urge to kiss him was there still when I looked down at his face, reinforced even.

The world was at peace, judging from Malfoy’s face.

I held him closer, my nose butting on his cheek accidently but he still remained like that in my arms. He still remained with his mouth slightly parted, eyes closed, face lifted up as he rested his head on my shoulder.
And his hand, still lost in the depth of my hair, remained touching me softly.

All this while his cock still laid out and the spurts of his cum slid down the books as it dried.

I couldn’t hide it to myself that it was a strangely intimate moment. And although I hadn’t come looking for Malfoy for this, I couldn’t quite let it go.

My eyes suddenly felt heavy and I wondered if it would have been ok if I fell asleep with Malfoy in my arms, both on our knees, with his cock out—the evidence of its activities on the school propriety—and him stroking my head like that.

I found myself snorting at the image of someone finding us and I smiled.

“Tonight, after dinner.”

“Yes.” His voice was still soft when he spoke.

“Fifth corridor after the second stairs.”

I inhaled the scent of my cum on his skin, the mixture of Malfoy’s own scent and my cum was exquisite and right down addictive.

I exhaled right on his cheek.

“Be there.”

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