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Insatiable	By : BooBack Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 36900 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 3
It shouldn't have surprised her, but as she was walking down the hall towards the lab the following morning, she gasped when she was once again pulled into the same storage cupboard as the day before.
This time, she was spun and pushed forward against the wall, though not as harshly as yesterday and she had time to put her hands out to hold herself steady.
A hand quickly ran up the back of her thigh and between her legs, sliding under the knee-length dress that she had worn today and then with absolutely no preamble, pushed her knickers aside and shoved two fingers deep inside her.
Her head fell forward against the wall and she groaned. 'Good girl, Granger,' his sarcastic voice said and though half of her hated that she had followed his instructions and had dressed to please him, the other half was still frustrated and just wanted him to give her what he knew she needed.
She moaned as he thrust his fingers in and out of her, bringing himself up against her back and licking the side of her neck.
'You love my cock, don't you?' he said against her ear. 'You've been thinking about it since yesterday.'
She moaned again and pushed back against him, nodding her head.
'You love when I fuck you,' he said, shoving his fingers harder into her. She whimpered, pressing her forehead against the cold wall.
'Yes,' she cried out. 'I love it. You know I love it.'
'No, Granger,' he hissed. 'You're desperate for it.'
She let out a harsh groan and pushed her hips back against him.
His other hand moved to her hair and he pulled it back, making her gasp. 'If you weren't so addicted to my cock, you would have rebelled,' he said with a groan against her neck. 'You would have fought back.' He pushed his hard cock against her bum through his trousers.
'Uhn,' she moaned out. 'Please, Draco.'
He hissed again in pleasure. 'I love how much you need me. Say it, Granger, and I'll give it to you.'
She dropped her head against the wall again and pushed back against him. 'I want it,' she said softly.
He slapped her arse and she cried out. 'You want what?' he said.
'I want your cock!' she said. Then she dropped her voice and whispered, 'I need it.'
He growled and his hands moved quickly to tear her flimsy knickers from her body, red marks marring the skin in their wake. 'Put your foot up on that shelf,' he muttered as she heard the rustling of his robes. She found the shelf and brought one of her heeled shoes onto it, giving him the access to her body that they both craved.
He moved back behind her and she could feel his cock slide between her legs as he lubed it up with her freely flowing juices. Then he brought it into position and, putting an arm around her waist, he thrust up into her fully. She yelled out at the pleasurable feeling of having his cock inside her again.
He held her tight around the waist and nipped her earlobe as he fucked her, his other hand back under her dress, stimulating her clit and she was trying to grab onto anything but it was only the wall in front of her so she just ended up scratching her nails down it as he slammed into her again and again.
Moans and grunts filled the small room, and Hermione very briefly hoped that he had performed a silencing spell before the thought was wiped from her mind as he gripped her hair and pulled her head back to bite her neck. 'Draco!' she cried out.
He growled low in his throat and began thrusting harder and faster and Hermione panted. His hand moved back to her clit, pressing down hard on it and she pushed her head back against his shoulder as she wailed her release. He shoved into her once, twice, and then pressed himself hard against her cervix as he emptied into her.
He held her tight and bit the oversensitised skin on her neck again and she whimpered. He let out a breath and then pulled away, finding his wand to cast a cleansing charm and then turning her around to kiss her strongly, tipping her head to the side to shove his tongue into her mouth and claim it as his own.
When he pulled away, she was panting and shaking. 'I—' she started. 'I need to ask you something,' she finally got the breath to say.
'Will it take long?' he asked, fixing her dress—his hands lingering a bit too long on certain areas.
'It might,' she said, unsure.
He kissed her again. 'Then come to my office at lunch.' She nodded and he straightened his robes and then left her alone in the dark storage cupboard, infinitely more satisfied and ravished than the state she had been left in yesterday.
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'See, Granger,' he said with a snarky smile. 'This wouldn't be so simple with trousers, would it?'
Hermione was annoyed that he was able to form such coherent thoughts when she was barely able to moan, let alone put more than one syllable together.
She was lying back across his desk and her legs were over his shoulders, while he sat on his chair and bent forward slightly, one of his hands wrapped around her thigh to hold her still and his other pushing his long digits into her as he licked and sucked and nipped at her.
She somehow found a moan in the back of her throat and let it free when he gave her a long and broad stroke of his tongue.
'So, what did you want to ask me about?' he said nonchalantly, as if he hadn't just brought her to three orgasms with his mouth and fingers and was currently attempting a fourth.
She breathed heavily and tried to organise her thoughts in her head. Question? What question? Had she had something she needed to ask him? 'I don't—' she started but then it flashed in her mind and she remembered what she was going to ask. 'Harry,' she said, but Draco had nipped her clit at the same time and it came out as a moan.
He looked up at her with his eyebrows furrowed. 'I really hope that's your question, Granger,' he said tersely, his fingers gripping her thigh.
She pushed her head back against the desk and moaned out. 'Harry wants you to shag him.'
Draco licked her again and hmm'd against her clit and she cried out, her body almost thrashing from the pleasurable assault of his mouth. He didn't say anything else but continued licking and sucking at her and fucking her with his fingers until her body finally exploded again, collapsing against the desk, completely exhausted.
He pulled her legs off his shoulders and stood up, unbuttoning his trousers and letting his erection spring free. He grabbed her arms and pulled her up and then sat back down on his seat, pulling her off the desk so that she was straddling him on the chair and sank her straight down onto his cock. She heard some strange growling sound coming from her throat.
He pushed her dress down over her shoulders, exposing her breasts and taking one of her tits in his hand, bringing it to his face and worrying her nipple with his teeth. 'Ride me,' was his moaned command and she put her hands on his shoulders to begin moving on him.
He grabbed her hips and forced her down against him with each of her movements and she couldn't help the noises escaping her mouth as she pleasured herself with his perfect cock.
She arched her back and pushed her breasts into him as she continued to move on him, her body so sensitive from the orgasms that she had already had that every touch from his hands and mouth and cock felt like electric shocks and she was whimpering each time he pulled her back down onto him.
'Draco!' she muttered out. Finally, an intelligible word, she thought. He brought her head down and kissed her, his teeth nipping her bottom lip. He moaned into her mouth and the sound shot straight to her core.
She began pushing herself faster against him, trying to bring them both to another climax. He was grabbing her hips and started thrusting up into her and soon her head fell back as she cried out in orgasm—the only understandable thing coming from her mouth was his name, again and again. She breathed deeply and felt her inner muscles squeezing rhythmically around the cock filling her so fully.
'Fuck, Granger,' he moaned under her. He gripped her hips tight and held her down onto him as he pushed up hard and she felt his cock pulse inside her as he came.
She brought her head forward and it fell against his shoulder and his breaths were heavy against her neck. She slowed her breathing and then pulled herself back, making to remove herself from him, but he stopped her, holding her down on his lap.
'How am I supposed to go about shagging Potter?' he asked, still a bit breathless.
Hermione met his beautiful grey eyes. 'I'm not sure,' she said. 'He and Ginny have had a fight, so he's actually staying in the spare bedroom of my flat at the moment, not sure for how long. You could do it there, if you want.'
'Might be better,' he said.
Hermione nodded. 'Do you want me to ask him when—' she started.
'No,' he said. 'I'll just come with you after work today.'
She raised a brow. 'I'm not sure he'll be ready.'
He shrugged. 'If not, then I'll leave.'
She nodded, 'Fair enough.'
They were silent for a few moments and Draco leaned forward to nip her nipple again and then groaned. 'Alright, Granger,' he said. 'You should probably get back to work now because if you keep sitting on my cock like this, I'm going to have to fuck you again.'
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After work, Hermione apparated herself and Draco into her bedroom with a pop. She wasn't sure where Harry was in the flat and didn't want to accidently apparate on top of him, but she knew that he wouldn't be in her bedroom.
Draco pulled away and looked around. 'So, this is where you live,' he said. Hermione's bedroom was tastefully decorated but he laughed at the piles of books—on her bedside table, the chest of drawers, the bookshelf and even overflowing on top of the bookshelf. 'You might have an addiction, Granger.'
She laughed. 'I've read most of them.'
He shook his head in amusement. 'Where's Potter?'
'He's staying in the spare room, he might be in there or in the living room,' she said. 'If he's home from work.'
She opened the door to her bedroom and Harry was sitting on the sofa, reading the Prophet. 'Oh, hiya Hermione,' he said, barely looking up.
'Hi Harry,' she said then smiled. 'I've brought a friend.'
Harry looked up and saw Malfoy extract himself from the bedroom behind Hermione. Harry's breath caught in his throat and his first thought was that Malfoy looked sexy as fuck. 'Er,' he muttered. 'I—I didn't realise it would be so soon?'
Malfoy crossed his arms over his chest. 'Well, I can always leave Potter. Or I could just shag Granger again.'
Harry panted lightly. 'Again? Were you just—?' he asked.
Malfoy chuckled. 'No,' he said. 'Earlier today.' He looked Harry over. 'Well? Get over here, Potter,' he said and Harry, automatically and without thinking, stood up and moved closer to Malfoy, who was standing in the middle of the room. Hermione had moved out of the way and went to sit on the sofa, picking up a book and seemingly losing interest in what was happening.
Harry, suddenly nervous, looked up into the slightly taller man's eyes. 'What are you going to do to me?'
'What do you want me to do?' Malfoy asked with a smirk.
Harry groaned, feeling his whole body tense in anticipation. 'Hermione said you were rough.'
Malfoy shook his head and chuckled again and the sound rumbling through his chest made Harry's cock harden. 'I'm rough with Granger because she likes it rough. What do you want, Potter?'
Harry shook his head. 'I'm not sure,' he said. 'I've never...'
Malfoy walked up to him and grabbed his hair and pulled it back and Harry yelped. 'Do you like that?' he said hotly against Harry's lips.
Harry panted again. 'I—I don't know.'
Malfoy released his hair and then traced a finger over his jaw softly and brought him forward to kiss him fully on the mouth. Harry felt like someone had squeezed his stomach as it twisted pleasurably beneath the feeling of Malfoy kissing him. 'Fuck,' he exhaled when the blonde had pulled back.
Malfoy smirked again. 'So, you like that,' he said and Harry nodded. 'Don't worry, we'll figure out what else you like. Where's the bedroom?'
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When Harry and Draco had left to go into the spare room, Hermione looked up from her book and stared across the room in shock at the words that Malfoy had spoken.
'I'm rough with Granger because she likes it rough.'
She had just assumed that that was Draco's style. That he liked it rough and that just so happened to also be how Hermione liked it and that it had been destiny in Flourish & Blotts that day that she had found someone that could give her exactly what she had needed.
But he had asked her, she realised, just as he had done with Harry. He had asked, 'What do you want, Granger?' and she had told him that she wanted it to be hard, and he had complied.
Thinking through the times that she had seen him with others, she realised that he wasn't always that way. With Blaise, he was strong and sure, but he never choked or pulled hair—although she had always thought that that was just due to the fact that Blaise's hair was too short to pull. With Pansy, he was a bit rough, but Hermione knew that she also liked it that way.
And with Charlie—Hermione moaned—with Charlie, Draco was submissive. Because that was what Charlie wanted.
Holy fuck, she thought, was Draco Malfoy a considerate lover? Did he actually take the other persons' feelings and emotions into account when he was shagging them?
His words from the storage cupboard yesterday came back to her, that he loved to make her come, and she knew that that was true. He always made sure that she came when they shagged. Even if he came first (not that that was a normal occurrence) he would finish her off somehow. And, she realised again, whenever he came in her mouth, he would always—at some point—proceed to go down on her and bring her off with his mouth and tongue.
And though he had denied her an orgasm yesterday, he had made up for it today, multiple times. And even if she had been frustrated and annoyed, she knew that she had also enjoyed the thrill of him controlling her and rewarding her when she did as she was told.
She shivered as she thought about it, turning towards the door to the spare room and wondering how he would treat Harry.
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Harry's heart was pounding in his chest. He was standing next to the bed and in front of him was a man who until only a week or so ago, he had never thought of as attractive or sexy. But now, Harry couldn't help the sharp intakes of breath as the Slytherin closed the door behind himself and then advanced on the raven-haired Gryffindor.
Harry was just wearing some comfortable Muggle clothes that he had picked up on his way back to Hermione's from work that day. The black t-shirt and grey sweatpants looked almost plebeian next to the magnificence that was Draco Malfoy in his work robes. His shirt and trousers were perfectly crisp and tailored, and his robes were a deep ebony black.
Malfoy stood in front of him, looking into his face as he shrugged off his robes. 'Have you been thinking about this, Potter?'
Harry's eyes lifted to meet his and he nodded, licking his lips and swallowing thickly.
Malfoy's eyes followed Harry's tongue and he let out a sharp breath before lifting his eyes back to Harry's. 'And what happened?' he asked, grabbing Harry's hip and pulling their bodies together.
Harry moaned. 'What do you—' he started but Malfoy leaned forward and licked Harry's bottom lip.
'When you fantasised about this,' Malfoy said with a smirk. 'What happened in your mind?'
Harry groaned as Malfoy's hand on his hip had slipped under his t-shirt and started moving slowly up to his chest. 'Erm,' Harry said. 'First you ah—you go down on me,' he panted.
Malfoy let out a groan. 'Liked that, did you?' he asked in a sultry voice. 'What next?'
Harry's breath was coming in sharp pants now as Malfoy's hand reached up further, his other hand now joining so that he could pull the t-shirt off Harry's head. 'Then I—er, give it a go on you.'
Malfoy smiled and nodded and then looked down at Harry's exposed chest and stomach. 'Merlin, Potter. You're fucking fit.'
For the first time, Harry felt a bit less nervous and chuckled at the look of appreciation in the other wizard's eyes. 'Ta,' he said sarcastically.
Malfoy's eyes darkened again, running a hand back down Harry's stomach and resting on the waistband of his sweatpants. 'So, does it stop there or do we keep going?'
Harry's breath shortened again. 'I'm ah—not sure.' He had never been with a wizard before so when it got to that point in his mind, he kind of just thought about it being pleasurable but didn't go into any specifics.
Malfoy seemed to understand. 'We can start there,' he said. 'And see how it goes. Who knows, maybe when we get to it, you'll want to shag me?' He gave a waggle of his eyebrow and Harry's knees felt weak.
Malfoy's hand pushed under the waistband of the sweatpants and Harry whimpered as he took his hard, hot flesh into his hand. 'Malfoy,' he cried out.
Harry was then pushed towards the bed and Malfoy shoved him down to sit on it. 'I have one rule,' he said, pushing Harry back and moving onto the bed himself and hovering over him, taking his cock back into his hand and giving it a squeeze. 'While we're shagging, you call me Draco.'
Harry nodded apologetically.
'What do you prefer?' Malfoy asked hotly, squeezing and then slowly jerking his cock as he lay over him. 'Potter?'
'I—I don't know,' Harry said.
'Harry?' Malfoy breathed—and it was said with such lust and such dark desire that Harry groaned and thrust his hips up harder into the blonde's hand.
'Fuck yes,' he cried out. 'Yes, say my name.'
Malfoy groaned into Harry's neck and squeezed the base of his cock again. 'Fuck, Harry, you're so responsive,' he said, and then moved back off of Harry and settled himself on his knees on the floor, pulling at the waistband of Harry's trousers to get him to lift his hips so he could pull them down. 'And I can't fucking wait to get this in my mouth again.'
Harry sat up and he could not think of a sexier sight than Draco Malfoy on his knees, still fully dressed, between Harry's legs and slowly jerking his cock as he brought it to his lips. He gave the underside a broad stroke with his tongue and then covered the head with his mouth.
Harry's hand was immediately back in that soft blond hair and he groaned loudly as Malfoy moved his head further and further down onto his cock. 'Oh gods, M—' he stopped himself. 'D-Draco,' he muttered, unconfidently.
He felt Malfoy hum in pleasure around his cock, taking it down into his mouth, again and again. He brought his other hand up to massage Harry's bollocks while he licked and sucked at the head of Harry's cock, his tongue flitting over the slit that was now leaking a steady stream of precum.
Harry moaned out watching it. It seemed like Malfoy was absolutely loving what he was doing to Harry's cock and suddenly Harry really wanted to do that to Malfoy as well. He had fantasised about it, about trying it, but he wanted to enjoy himself with Malfoy's cock as much as Malfoy seemed to be enjoying himself with Harry's.
He groaned again and Malfoy pulled his mouth away for a moment, muttering something quietly to himself. And then his mouth was back on Harry's cock and Harry was moaning again as he took it all the way down his throat, swallowing around it. Harry's hips bucked up involuntarily at the feeling and he cried out, 'Fuck, Draco.'
Suddenly, there was something wet and slick separating his arse-cheeks and Harry realised that it was Malfoy's finger, covered in some sort of lubricating substance. Harry let out a whimper as the finger caressed his rosebud and he felt himself tense. Malfoy pulled his mouth off his cock and said in a breathy whisper, 'Harry, relax.'
Harry fell back against the bed, holding himself up on his elbows so that he could still see what was happening but trying to relax a bit more for what he knew was going to happen next. The finger, once softly caressing, had now become determined and was pressing hard against his back entrance. 'Merlin,' he said, all of his muscles shaking from the anticipation. 'Fuck!' he yelled out when he felt the finger breach the ring of muscle.
Malfoy brought his other hand back to the base of Harry's cock to take it back into his mouth while he continued plundering his arse with his finger, shoving the entire digit repeatedly into him.
'Holy—fuck! Draco,' Harry nearly screamed when his finger hit something in his arse that felt like he had been shocked. 'What the fuck was—'
The finger pressed against it again and Harry lost the ability to speak as his hips were bucking up into the blonde's mouth while simultaneously trying to push down against the finger that was making him feel so good.
He sat up and grabbed Draco's hair again, holding him down onto his cock for several long seconds before letting him pull up for air. He listened to one, two breaths and then shoved him back down onto him. 'Gods, I'm so fucking—close!'
Harry shoved the blonde back down onto his cock again at the same time another finger was added to his arse, roughly pressing against that fucking amazing spot inside him and he lost control, coming stronger than he felt like he had ever come in his life. His grip in Malfoy's hair relaxed as the Slytherin gently continued sucking and licking the cum from Harry's cock.
Harry fell back against the bed, his lungs sucking the air from the room as Malfoy removed his fingers from his arse and stood, a smug smirk on his face. Harry looked up at him and hated that he looked so calm and collected after that. His hair was a bit dishevelled from where Harry and pulled it, but besides that he was a beacon of aristocratic superiority.
Harry took in a few more deep breaths as the grey eyes of the man before him raked over his body. Harry knew that his breaths were causing his skin to stretch over the tight muscles of his stomach. He had been working hard to build them up as he needed to be fit when chasing after dark wizards, and Ginny liked it as well.
He stopped and shook his head. He wasn't going to think about her now. He was going to enjoy this and think about the shambles his marriage was in later.
Harry stood quickly and grabbed Draco's shirt in his hands and pulled hard on each side, ripping it open and exposing his taut but pale chest. He heard Malfoy take in a sharp intake of breath and then he grabbed Harry by the back of the neck and pulled him forward for a strong kiss. Malfoy's tongue was in his mouth as he found the few buttons that remained to slide them from their slots.
He pushed the shirt off Malfoy's shoulders and then kissed him again, his hands now roaming south to undo the trouser buttons. He had popped a couple free when he got impatient and slid his hand down to feel Malfoy's cock. He had never seen it and he had no idea what size it was.
Harry shivered as his hand gripped it. 'Fuck,' he breathed. Malfoy was big. Harry ran his hand up and down it. Maybe not much longer than Harry, but he was thick and Harry moaned out but was equally terrified at the same time.
'Don't worry,' Malfoy said against his lips. 'I'll go easy on you.'
Harry bit his lip and released the cock to undo the last two buttons of his trousers and then pushed them away. Malfoy was not wearing pants.
Harry was then pushed back against the bed again. 'I believe it was you who was going to suck my cock now,' Malfoy said and Harry nodded his head.
Draco moved onto the bed and sat up against the headboard, gesturing Harry over to him. 'Just do what feels good for you. I won't force anything.'
Harry looked at him in confusion. 'Why are you being so…polite?' he asked.
Malfoy chuckled. 'I don't want to hurt you. I want to make this a pleasant experience for your first time. Later, when you're accustomed to it and if you want it, that's when we can get rougher.'
Harry nodded, surprised by the gesture. 'Thanks for that.'
He climbed onto the bed and kneeled by Malfoy's feet. Malfoy spread his legs and moved his hand up to start pumping his own cock, looking at Harry and biting his bottom lip.
'Gods, how are you so fucking sexy?' Harry said and Draco smirked. Harry then slapped his hand away and took the hard shaft into his own hand, stroking it firmly but leisurely.
He brought his mouth down to it and licked it broadly, emulating Malfoy's actions from earlier. He rolled the taste around on his tongue and though he wasn't completely enamoured by it, it wasn't the worst thing he had tasted.
He held the thick base of Malfoy's cock firmly and then put his mouth over the head, hollowing his cheeks and sucking it softly. Malfoy moaned and Harry felt his stomach twist again at the sound. He loved that he was turning Malfoy on this much.
He sucked again and then popped his mouth off to lick him again, paying special attention just under his slit as Harry knew that he himself loved how sensitive that bit of his cock was. Draco groaned and brought a hand up to Harry's hair, his fingers curling into it.
Then Harry put the cock back into his mouth and attempted to press it back further into his mouth like Malfoy had done. He pushed until the cock hit his throat, but he was only about halfway down, so he took a deep breath and pushed it further. He felt it hit the back of his throat and then down a bit further before his nose hit the base of Malfoy's cock and instinctively, he swallowed.
Malfoy's fist gripped Harry's hair and his hips shoved up, pushing his cock fully down Harry's throat. Harry panicked when he realised that he couldn't breathe and then pulled back, letting the cock slip free of his mouth. 'What the fuck was that?' Draco said. 'I thought you said you'd never done this before.'
Harry shook his head. 'I haven't.'
Malfoy groaned and pushed his head back against the soft headboard. 'Fuck, you must have no gag reflex.' Harry was about to say something when Draco grabbed his hair and pushed him back down. 'Do it again.'
Harry complied. He licked and sucked the head of his cock and then taking a deep breath, pushed him right down his throat and he loved how unhinged the blonde was becoming with it.
'Fuck,' Draco breathed out as Harry lifted off his cock again. 'That's incredible. You're fucking lucky. Took me ages to be able to do that.'
Harry gave him a cheeky smile and then grabbed his cock and repeated the whole process again.
'Harry,' he said. 'Fuck, you need to stop before I come.' When Harry looked up at him with a questioning glance, he said, 'I want to come in your arse.'
Harry felt himself stiffen at the words and he looked back down at the large cock in front of his face. 'I'm not sure I'm ready,' he said finally.
Draco let out a breath and his head fell back again. 'If you aren't ready for it, then keep sucking my cock. If you want me to fuck your arse, then turn around.'
Harry's mind was racing. What did he want to do? He had never done this before and he wanted to experience as much as possible, but he was also afraid of having something that big in his bum. But Malfoy had said that he would take it easy and for some reason Harry trusted him to do that.
But if he wasn't quite ready? Would Malfoy want to do this again with him so that they could try another time? He had said something about working up to doing things a bit rougher, but Harry wasn't sure when or if that would happen. And he still wasn't sure what was happening with Ginny. He wanted to make up with her, but he also wanted to experience a bit of what he felt like he was missing out on by marrying her straight out of school.
He looked at Malfoy again and down to the cock that the blonde was now pleasuring himself while waiting for Harry to make a decision. Harry slapped his hand away again. 'Stop that or you're going to come before you can fuck me,' Harry said sassily, making his decision.
Draco smirked. 'I knew you'd be up for it.' He sat up and gave Harry another quick but deep kiss and then said, 'Turn around.'
Harry did as he was told and turned on the bed.
'Hands and knees. It'll be the best for the first time,' he said.
Harry bent forward and put his hands onto the bed, nervous but excited. Malfoy crawled over to the edge of the bed and reached over the side to grab his wand from the floor before moving back behind Harry.
'This might feel a little strange,' he said and then pressed the wand tip to Harry's arse. He muttered a few spells and Harry's bum tingled for a moment and then there was a cooling sensation.
'It's just a cleansing and lubrication spell,' Malfoy said. 'Will make things a bit easier.'
Harry nodded. 'Okay,' he said.
'It is quite a nice arse you have there, Pott—Harry,' he said, and gave his right cheek a quick slap.
Harry groaned. He didn't mind that, actually. Malfoy rubbed his hand over the spot where he'd slapped it and then pulled away and slapped it again. Harry let out a moan this time.
'That's sexy,' Draco said, and then Harry felt one of his fingers—also wet with lube—slide back into his arse. It was not quite as uncomfortable as earlier now that he had experienced it before and he very quickly started pushing back against it.
Malfoy continued pushing his finger into Harry's arse and smacking his bottom lightly—smoothing his hand over the tingling skin in between—for a few minutes before then adding another finger, stretching him a bit further around his long digits.
Then Malfoy began moving the fingers—each one going a different way, like a pair of scissors and Harry felt his arse stretch more at the action. He groaned as he felt that uncomfortableness of earlier, but Malfoy didn't push it any further than that just now and spent another several minutes using that action and now kissing his reddened arsecheek.
Harry was getting hard again as Malfoy began pushing against that spot inside of Harry's bum with his fingers as he fucked and stretched him. He let out a whimper when Malfoy's other hand came down to caress his bollocks.
'Gods,' Harry moaned. He was now pushing back hard against the fingers and Draco nipped his bum.
'I think you're ready, Harry,' he said with a moan. Harry jumped a bit when Malfoy moved up behind him, still pushing the fingers in and out and stretching. 'I just need you to relax,' he said. 'If you can do that, then it will all go smoothly.' He cast another lubrication spell in Harry's arse and then Harry heard him speak the spell again.
Harry moaned out in anticipation, waiting for Malfoy to make a move. 'Are you ready?' he asked and Harry nodded desperately, pushing his head down against the bed. Malfoy pulled his fingers away and used them to spread Harry's arsecheeks open. He brought his cock head to the puckered opening and slid it up and down a few times, teasing Harry.
Harry's cock was straining now and he jerked forward a bit when he felt the thick head begin to push forward with more intensity. He let out a low sound in his throat and then tried to move away—suddenly afraid of the impending pain.
'Relax,' Draco breathed. The pressure intensified again, becoming stronger and stronger against Harry's bottom and he almost bucked his hips forward again when the pressure was suddenly gone and Harry could feel the head of Draco's cock had pushed past the muscles and was now in his arse.
He groaned and his hips instinctively pushed forward from his lust. Malfoy hadn't been prepared for this movement and his cock popped free again of Harry's bum. 'What are you doing, Potter?' he said, annoyed. 'We were nearly there.'
Harry groaned. 'Sorry,' he said abashedly.
'It's fine,' Malfoy said. 'I'll just have to—' he cut off but began pushing against Harry's arse again, this time with a bit more pressure. He pulled back slightly and Harry relaxed for just a moment, but it was just long enough for Malfoy to push forward quickly again and once again, his cock had pushed past the muscles into Harry's bum. This time Harry stayed quite still and Draco put an arm around his hips, taking his cock into his hand, jerking it slowly.
'That's the hard bit,' he said. 'Now I'm just going to slowly—' he pulled back a bit and pushed forward, his cock burrowing further into Harry's arse. Harry moaned again. Malfoy's hand on his cock and the cock up his arse actually felt quite good. Malfoy kept thrusting slowly, and each time Harry could feel his arse being filled even more with Malfoy's large cock.
Harry couldn't try to track the passage of time, but knew that it had to have been at least a few minutes since Malfoy had first gotten through the ring of muscles when he let out a loud moan as he felt Malfoy's bollocks bump his own as he finally seated his cock fully into Harry's bottom.
Harry could feel himself stretching so tight over the thick base of Malfoy's cock and he whimpered a bit, knowing it would never be the same after this, that he would never be the same after this. As Malfoy pulled back quite far this time, pushing fully into his arse and his hand wanking off his cock, Harry knew that he did want, and would always want, more of this.
He breathed out in heavy pants as the blonde began fucking him in earnest. One of his hands was now on Harry's hip, gripping it as he pulled Harry back onto his cock, and the other hand was still wanking his cock, twisting and pumping Harry's hard shaft.
'Fucking hell, Draco,' Harry moaned out. 'Fuck that's good.'
'Your arse is fantastic,' Draco moaned.
Both of their movements became more erratic as they moved closer and closer towards their peak. Harry came first, his cum painting the duvet below him and Malfoy kept slamming into him as he milked every bit of cum from Harry's cock. Finally, Harry felt him grab both of his hips hard and pull him fully back onto him—reaching deeper inside than Harry thought was ever possible and Harry felt the cock in his arse twitching its release.
Harry collapsed, taking Malfoy with him. Draco lay on top of him for several moments, kissing his neck and running a hand through his hair before he gently extracted himself from Harry's arse.
'Fuck, Potter,' Malfoy said.
Harry grinned cheekily, 'Yeah, you did.' Malfoy chuckled and slapped his arse again. Harry moaned, 'Don't start that again.'
'Because you didn't like it?' Draco asked with an answering grin. 'Or because you did?'
Harry laughed. 'Think it's obvious.'
Malfoy cast a cleansing spell over them and then moved off the bed to start clothing himself. 'Unfortunately, I can't stay,' he said, grabbing his trousers and pulling them on.
Harry shyly got up to start dressing himself. 'Can I—can I see you again?' he asked, feeling silly for asking.
Draco grabbed the back of Harry's neck to pull him closer for a lengthy kiss. 'Think it's obvious,' he smirked.
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When Harry and Draco came out of the spare room, Hermione was still sitting on the sofa, reading. She looked up at them and Draco looked a bit smug while Harry looked embarrassed but happy.
Draco pulled Harry to him and gave him a kiss. 'I'll be seeing more of that arse again soon,' he said with a smirk and then pulled away. 'And I'll see you at work tomorrow, Granger.'
Hermione nodded and then went back to her book.
'Merlin,' Draco started suddenly, looking between the two of them. 'You two aren't shagging, are you?'
Hermione looked up in surprise and Harry's eyebrows furrowed. 'Absolutely not,' Hermione said.
Harry looked at Hermione and then back at Draco and shook his head.
'Good,' Draco, now relaxed, smirked again. 'Wouldn't want to ruin your perfect run now would you, Granger?'
Hermione tilted her head in confusion. 'What do you mean?'
'I mean, you've got a type and he's not it.'
'I don't think I've got a type,' Hermione said. She started listing the people that she had slept with in her mind, but every single one of them was so different that she couldn't think of what he was talking about.
'Think about who you've shagged,' he said. 'What do they have in common?'
Hermione shook her head. They all had different appearances and different builds. They were Slytherins and Gryffindors (and even a Hufflepuff!), they were men and women, they were blonds and brunettes and redheads, and they weren't even all the same age as Charlie was seven years older and Astoria was two years younger. She couldn't think of anything at all that they all had in common.
She looked back up at Draco and the smug look on his face gave her stomach a sudden jolt and her eyes widened. When he saw her understanding, he nodded. 'Oh gods,' she said.
'What is it?' Harry asked.
But Hermione put her finger out, 'Ha! You've forgotten about Ernie McMillan!' she said in triumph, the happiest she had ever felt for shagging the Hufflepuff, but Draco's smirk just grew and he shook his head.
'No, I haven't.'
She gasped. 'He's not, is he?'
Draco nodded his head again. 'He is.'
'Fuck.'
Harry threw his arms out in confusion. 'What?'
'I've only slept with Purebloods,' Hermione said.
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