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Harry Potter, Virgin Extraordinaire	By : lordoberon Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 16229 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is entirely the property of J.K. Rowling. I claim no ownership over it. I make no money in the writing of this story.

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Here is the sex chapter. I hope you like it! This was originally going to be the end, but now there's going to be more. =)

If you see any weird words that end with "arse" instead of "ass," it's because I couldn't decide whether to keep using "arse", which I began with and which honestly makes me laugh a little (sorry, Britishers), or "ass". In the end I kept "arse", but as a result of my meddling, some words are funky now, i.e. "glarse" instead of "glass"! xDD sorry!

alanis - sorry, I don't do MPREG fics. I just don't like them. Maybe bring your fic idea to the challenge section?

alanis - to your second review (thank you! =)) - you may use the club idea, but it's been quite overused. As a writer, I would really recommend something different. And as for the wedding, why not think of another idea? Then it'll be more unique. Tell me when your fic is up, I'll check it out (before the MPREG part). =) good luck.

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HARRY POTTER, VIRGIN EXTRAORDINAIRE

An HP fic

by lordoberon

Chapter 3

Then Blaise was pulling Harry into another embrace, and his hands were all over Harry, worshipping him. They slid gently, so soft it was torture, up the back of Harry’s neck and into his hair. He seemed to love Harry’s crazy hair, working his fingers through it, twisting locks of it around his fingertips, and smoothing it back from Harry’s forehead. He eyed the scar only a moment, and then his lips were there, swallowing the lightning bolt. Then he drifted wet kisses down Harry’s face and to his neck. He sucked there, and nibbled with his teeth.

Harry moaned. He had wrapped his arms around Blaise, too, and he was slowly working his hands in a nervous, random fashion down to Blaise’s arse. The Slytherin seemed to know what he wanted, for he shrugged his shoulders in a quick gesture that forced Harry’s hands south quicker. Harry sat in Blaise’s lap, ensconced there, with his cock hardening and the hard throb of Blaise’s cock a breathtaking, wonderful heat beneath his arse.

Blaise’s fingers teased Harry’s nipples, rolling one between thumb and finger. Harry grunted, and pushed himself down more on Blaise’s lap. His hands were almost on Blaise’s arse now, fingertips touching that smooth skin. As a result of his pushing down, Blaise’s cock was now firmly between his legs. The dark Slytherin groaned, and arched up to nestle his arousal further against Harry.

God that felt good! With a whimper, Harry sank down, and his hands reached to grasp the firm smoothness of Blaise’s buttocks. He groped them, massaging. Blaise was grinding him in a different way now, grinding up into Harry’s balls with his cock. And with every hard squeeze that Harry gave to that tight arse, Blaise panted.

The Slytherin became impatient and eased Harry down onto the bed again. He let Harry keep his hands on his buttocks, and seemed about to grind him again, but then he was moving Harry again, turning him onto his belly where his cock positively ached against the silky bedspread.

Harry had ideas of what was coming next, but it still surprised him when he felt the first tickle of Blaise’s long hair over his buttocks. He shivered, sweaty and nervous. Warm, large hands pressed over his bare arse, not kneading, but simply touching. A lone finger stroked up Harry’s spine, making Harry arch his back with a cry.

Then Blaise’s confident hands were at Harry’s hips, gripping tightly, and the cold tip of a nose pressed against Harry’s buttocks – oh god! – and then, in one smooth gliding movement, he was being fucked by Blaise’s tongue up the arse. Blaise thrust his tongue in fast, and then swirled it deep in. Harry felt his blood rushing and heard his heart pounding. The next thrust of Blaise’s tongue made him cry out, a choked sound, and he knew he was pressing back into that wonderful, sweet sensation now. It was just too good.

Humming, Blaise worked his tongue in Harry, lapping and thrusting. His hands were hard on Harry’s hips, bruising. His tongue was so damn hot. Harry was disappointed when the tongue left, but then it was suddenly replaced by the strange sensation of one long, wet finger. The finger was different, rougher, but it reached deeper into Harry and made him groan in surprise and pleasure. When it crooked in him, ripples of pleasure spiraled up his body.

That first wet finger was joined by a second, and now Blaise was grunting and moaning as his fingers thrust harder into Harry. He seemed to enjoy the sight of his fingers going up Harry’s arse. Harry pictured Blaise’s expression, and liked it. In response to those fingers, Harry pushed back with a wheezing sound that was high-pitched. “More,” he breathed, “Faster, too…”

He heard the smile in Blaise’s voice. “Someone’s hungry and wants to be filled up…filled with cock, that is.”

Blaise’s fingers thrust in faster, three now, and they pressed so deep inside Harry. So deep! He was immediately harder than he had been, and he didn’t think he could breathe. He felt on the edge of something, like Blaise had almost hit something amazing there. “Oh,” he managed to gasp, “Merlin…”

“I’m not Merlin,” Blaise laughed, “My name is Blaise. Use it.”

So when Blaise alternated in tonguing Harry’s arse with swirling three hot fingers inside him, widening the channel, Harry gasped, “Blaise!”

Long fingers wrapped around his cock and pulled. Harry groaned. That shiver-inducing voice swirled into Harry’s ear, close now, and he could feel the alarming, delicious heat of Blaise’s hard, hard cock against his buttocks as the other man leaned over him. “Would you rather do it like this? Or do you want to be on your back?”

Harry tried to force his tongue to move in his mouth. He was panting from eagerness and nervousness, and his cock was slick with sweat, and Blaise’s teasing fingers alternately stroked and tickled. “I, I, either one,” he stammered.

“Hmmm.”

Blaise seemed to contemplate him, hovering for a moment more, and then turned Harry back over and situated him up by the headboard. He propped Harry up on the pillows, to which Harry snorted, “I’m not a baby, you know. You can do me against the wall if you want.”

Blaise smirked. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

“I’m serious,” Harry said, “Beds are boring.”

Blaise rolled his eyes and sighed. “You Gryffindors are so fucking stubborn.” He smiled.

Harry smiled back. “Actually, it’s just how I am.”

Blaise leaned into him. “Come here, you stupid fuck,” he whispered. “I’m going to fuck you until you’re hoarse from screaming.”

Then he grabbed Harry and pressed a hard kiss to Harry’s mouth. His hands were in Harry’s hair and he wrenched Harry violently up from the bed. It hurt. Harry was surprised and off balance. For a moment Blaise sagged under Harry’s weight, and his leg slammed into the bedside table. The wine glass crashed to the floor.

Moaning, laughing, they treaded backwards, almost stumbling over the edge of the carpet.

They stopped when Blaise’s back hit a closet door. “Here?” he asked Harry.

Harry’s gaze darted around the room. This was interesting. His stomach had butterflies in it out of nerves, but he was hard as hell, and he was laughing. It was a funny, fun combination that he would never have gotten with Ginny. He liked that Blaise was willing and eager to fuck Harry on various surfaces. Harry had never really had the chance to be kinky before.

“No,” Harry decided. “I don’t want splinters.”

“The piano?”

They laughed. “Too loud,” Harry said, “You have neighbors, right?”

“Yes, but they’re used to odd things from me. Come here, you,”

He grabbed Harry again, this time by the hips, and in a slow fashion, they meandered backwards. Harry felt he needed half his mind on his feet to not trip, but Blaise wouldn’t let him think. He had his hand stroking Harry’s cock, and he was giving little kisses and licks to Harry’s nipples, mouth, and the tight sac of his balls. With all of that, it took forever for them to reach the piano, which they did with a resounding cruuncch as Harry’s backside hit the keys. He was breathless, and he wanted Blaise’s huge, hard cock inside of him.

Blaise didn’t miss a step, and pulled Harry off of the piano. Fast now, panting, he moved them. Harry fingered the head of Blaise’s cock, scraping a little with his nails. This caused Blaise to stop suddenly. His eyes shut, and a low growl came from his mouth. He sounded like a purring cat. The sound alone made Harry’s cock twitch.

“Fucking Harry,” Blaise whispered. His eyes opened, and the stroke of his gaze over Harry’s body was like a predator with his prey. It felt like a thousand fires lit within Harry then, and he was trembling and compliant when Blaise suddenly pushed him up against the large glass door.

“There,” Blaise whispered throatily (effectively making Harry’s erection positively hurt, just by the tone), “now the world can admire your arse, and my cock enjoying said arse.”

He ducked down, and his mouth thoroughly wetted Harry’s hole so much so that Harry thought he was going to come too fast. Blaise stood up, and said, “One moment.”

He flung himself over his bed and scrabbled in the bedside table draw. He returned with something in each hand.

“First,” he licked his lips, eyeing Harry up and down again. Then something cold and hard slipped over the head of Harry’s cock, and down.

“What?” Harry blinked down at it.

“So you won’t come all over me this very second,” Blaise explained easily. “And now -”

He popped open a little tube of lube, and pressed it into Harry’s hands. “Here’s your excuse to touch it more before you really, hm, get a feel for it.” He laughed.

He flashed Harry that amazing, gorgeous smile, and Harry laughed, too, realizing Blaise meant his cock. He felt shy and embarrassed and indignant that he was being teased. But Merlin, he couldn’t say no either, could he? Blaise’s cock was beautiful, swollen in need, flushed and dark. Harry scraped one finger up it before squeezing lube into his hand. He coated Blaise’s cock slowly, starting from the base. The more he did it, the slower he became, because he was so busy staring. He swallowed hard, watching as his fingers slipped over the smooth skin and made it wet and slick.

When he was almost done, his fingers twisting around and around, Blaise’s voice broke his reverie in a low murmur. “If you stare at my cock any more, I’m going to blow it in your hand. Fuck, do you know you have the worst eyes in the world? They’re like alcohol. They burn in my throat and they make me feel good inside. And if I take too much, I’m happy to screw whoever looks at me. Merlin!”

He kissed Harry then, hard and long. His tongue fluttered in Harry’s mouth, his hands mashed Harry’s against the glass to either side. He pressed Harry up against the glass door so that Harry shivered at the sudden cold touch. Harry was sandwiched between cold and heat, so it was extra alarming when the hot, full heat of Blaise’s cock flowed into him. He made some sound at the sudden invasion, but kept kissing back.

Blaise was so filling and so warm, it was amazing. The pain was there, but Harry ignored it. He liked the way Blaise moaned and the way Blaise just let his cock sit within Harry for a few moments. Then he pulled out slowly, sighing, and then slipped inside again. He did this a couple times, slow, slow.

There was nothing comparable to the heat and hardness of Blaise’s cock within Harry. It made pleasure flood through his limbs, and a flush rode its way down his face to his neck again. Blaise watched, laughing.

He pressed into Harry again, moving a little more quickly, and Harry moaned. That cock was so thick in him, edging in and out, caressing him, and sending pulses that rocked through him. He knew his cock was so hard and flushed now. It shook in a torturous manner with each of Blaise’s thrusts, and only the ring on it stopped Harry from coming wildly.

When Harry twisted against Blaise, closer, clenching against that hardness, the motion seemed to immediately force Blaise’s cock deeper within him. Oh, he wanted more of that. Merlin, who knew that fucking a man would be so good? Or rather, being fucked. The Slytherin growled into his ear, “I love your response to a challenge. Yes!”

Then he was thrusting into Harry harder, faster. Harry was clenching tightly against the delicious, wondrous sensation, and the harder Blaise’s thrusts became the less he could breathe. A low keening sound worked its way up his throat, as Blaise established a steady pace. This felt so good. He didn’t think he’d ever treated his body so well to something so sumptuous, so sensual.

That hard cock was filling Harry up with each thrust, pressing against him, slippery, pulsing, and Blaise’s tongue was over Harry’s ears and in his mouth. All of it at once was stealing Harry’s composure. He knew he whimpered. He was beyond swearing, or thinking, he was all about the sensation rocking into him and filling him up, in every way, every part of him.

When Blaise slammed into Harry roughly, Harry gasped. Some spot within him, sensitive and sweet, was caressed by Blaise’s cock, and it rolled Harry up in so much goodness that he might have screamed. When Blaise did it again Harry grabbed onto Blaise’s shoulders and cried out his name.

“Harry,” Blaise whispered, “Harry…”

His hands lifted Harry’s legs up to wrap around his waist, and he angled deeper. He braced himself against the wall better, and began to pound Harry against it, urgent. Oh Merlin! Fuck! He moved so hard and fast that Harry was jiggling. One, two, three turned into onetwothree, hard hard hard fast fast fuck fuck it was like flying on a broomstick, way in the sky, except it wasn’t light, it was heavy. It was heavy pleasure ringing in Harry’s every atom; it was Blaise’s heavy cock gliding up his thigh and striking deep within his core; it was heavy because Blaise’s hot, moist breath was on Harry, it was heavy because Harry’s cock was aching.

Harry’s hair made static, crackling noises against the glass. Every stroke of Blaise’s cock within him brought out a frantic, begging, loud cry. He knew he murmured things about “more” and “yes” like a mad man, and when he writhed and clenched over Blaise’s cock, the dark man only moved faster.

They were both loud, enjoying each other. Harry held onto Blaise’s shoulders, scraping, bleeding the soft skin, and Blaise was all over Harry, kissing him, licking him, holding his back, holding his buttocks, pushing himself deeper into Harry. He ran his hands down Harry’s belly once, and rubbed a thumb over Harry’s cock. That made Harry’s cock positively hurt, and he gasped, “Oh, p-pleease…!”

“Please…what?” Blaise panted. He looked beautiful. His muscles bunched again and again. His arms were taut, helping hold them up. His hair was falling into his face, and sticking sweaty to his neck. Sweat ran down his body, and Harry licked it, moaning softly, before he answered.

“Please everything,” he hissed as Blaise hit that spot especially hard again, “Please don’t stop.”

He shut his eyes, listening to Blaise’s panting breath, the squeaks of the glass, and feeling wave after wave of pleasure roll over him and in him. He was drowning. He never had been a good swimmer. His body was so tight and good, and Blaise was perfect in him.

They moved faster together, hips thrusting. Sweat made Harry slide further down the glass, and Blaise followed, until finally they were on the floor, and there they lay on the deep red carpet.

“You look so good,” Blaise moaned. He fucked Harry so hard and fast then that he couldn’t say anything else. Harry watched his throat work, his hair shake, his cock entering Harry in jerky, fast motions. His hands were still clasping Harry’s, holding him so tightly it hurt. Harry leaned up and held onto Blaise tightly, crying out the man’s name in a chant, “Blaise, Blaise, Blaise.”

Blaise growled like an animal. He arched over Harry, so they were chest to chest, and then his teeth dug deep into Harry’s shoulder. It would have hurt, and it should have, except Harry was engrossed in the sensation of Blaise coming inside him. Blaise shot his load hard within, and it was wet and hot inside Harry, and he had never felt anything like it. It was a sensation he wouldn’t mind having again and again, he decided.

Then Blaise pulled back and laved his tongue over Harry’s tortured cock. His breath came fast in and out of his nose as he recovered. At one point he lifted his head and flung it back, and when that didn’t get all of his hair out of the way, he shoved it back with one hand. Harry stared at the beautiful sight of Blaise, Blaise between his legs, naked, having just fucked Harry hard, his lips wet, his eyes glinting and dilated, his hair a tangle behind him, his body so gorgeous, slick with sweat still.

Then that teasing, cursed tongue was on Harry’s cock again. Harry didn’t like begging, but Blaise forced it out of him a lot tonight, it seemed. He found himself doing it again, making small noises as Blaise licked.

“Please, Blaise,” he practically sobbed.

“You never break your word, right, Harry Potter? You’ll come back tomorrow.” The first part was a question, the second part was quite sure of itself.

“Yes,” Harry gasped, “Yes, please, just…take that damn thing off me so I can…get some relief.”

“Hmm.”

A pause. Then in one quick movement the cock ring was off, and in a second quick movement Blaise had Harry’s cock deep in his throat (fuck he must’ve done that a lot before), and in a third movement with a hoarse cry, Harry shoved into that heat, which he wanted more than anything in the world at the moment. He came the hardest he ever had, feeling drunk on it, emptying himself into Blaise’s greedy mouth.

They eased closer to the bed, but Harry was too tired to get up. He dropped his head against the mattress and stared back into the mesmerizing gaze of his new lover.

“You’re beautiful, you know,” Blaise said. “And it’s not just the eyes.”

Harry reached out and grabbed Blaise’s wrist, pulling him forward. “So are you.”

The taller man leaned into Harry, pressing his face into Harry’s hair and breathing in. There was something intimate about the gesture, and Harry found that he actually liked it. It made him feel so much less lonely, and it made him realize with a sweep in his belly that he’d missed being with his kind, with wizards and witches. There was nothing like connecting to them. Muggles just couldn’t compare.

He wanted to be with Blaise more, he realized. He was curious. And he wanted this intimacy, the sweetness, which he could only have with a lover. But at the same time, he was afraid. What would it mean, to be with Blaise for more than a night or two? What was Blaise like out of bed? What company did he keep?

Harry wondered if Blaise wanted more than two nights out of him. Perhaps not. Perhaps he was just horny and enjoyed Harry’s virginal reactions and wanted to fuck Harry senseless twice. Harry didn’t want to suggest more and get a sour reaction. So far, he was enjoying himself far more than he’d set out to tonight.

He found that his hand had reached up into Blaise’s hair and was stroking through it. Maybe he was tangling it more, or untangling it, it was hard to tell.

“What are you thinking about?” Blaise asked.

Harry licked his lips. “Just stupid stuff, and how different it is to live alone,” he lied.

“You lived with the Weasleys before?”

Harry nodded. “Yes. And Ginny. But let’s not talk about it. Actually, I was thinking about you, and tomorrow night.” He smiled.

Blaise stared at him with eagerness in his eyes, and then he kissed the side of Harry’s mouth softly. “Glad to hear it.” Harry could tell he was more than glad, though.

They managed to return to the bed then, and Harry ended up with his head against Blaise’s chest, and one arm flung over the other man. He shut his eyes and just basked in the warmth, determined not to think about too much anymore.

For a time, he slept. When he woke, they were in the same position. He felt sticky and gross, and when he made a move to get up and shower – what time was it? Sometime in the middle of the night? – Blaise pulled him back, saying, “No.” He cast scourgify on Harry to clean him, and then pulled Harry to spoon against him again.

Harry slept once more.

A nightmare throttled into his brain later, and Harry woke up with a shout, gasping. A warm hand stroked down his shoulder to rub circles against his chest. A hot breath hovered by his ear. “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m right here with you. No one else is here. It’s just us.”

It’s just us. It’s just us. Harry chanted this within his mind as he shut his eyes, trying to force the nightmare imagery out of his mind. Fred Weasley and Voldemort and his parents roiled in his brain, and he felt his stomach heave in him a moment. He forced himself to repeat the chant mentally, and focused on Blaise’s hand circling over his chest.

This calmed him. Harry was surprised. He’d had Ron wake him up for years in the dorms, always with a reaction of alarm that never made Harry feel any better. In later years, Ginny had woken up Harry in the middle of his nightmares, always making him feel disoriented when he woke. She had wanted him to talk about it – always wanting to heal him, kindly, but always wanting it done quickly – and whenever Harry hadn’t wanted to talk, she had become like a sort of icicle, and later Hermione would tell him of Ginny’s crying, and Harry had felt horribly guilty. But he couldn’t not have nightmares, and if he didn’t want to talk about it, well, he didn’t.

Blaise’s quiet acceptance was a stark contrast. Harry leaned his head up and nipped at the other man’s neck, whispering, “Thank you.”

He slept again, and this time much more deeply. When he woke, he felt more refreshed than he had in a long time. He sat up, and that movement alone sent an ache through him.

“Ouch!” he almost shouted it.

A low chuckle came from beyond the rush of water in the direction of the bathroom. “Sore? Come in.”

Harry eyed the neatly folded towel that had been set on the bedside table. Nervousness jumbled in him, but he took a deep breath and shot it down. He was sore, and he wanted whatever Blaise could give him to help it.

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