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Quidditch and a bet	By : blackwhiteroses Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4626 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tuesday part two

When Harry woke up for the second time alone that day � still dressed in
the French maid outfit � he smelled his favourite smell: Lasagne.

He knew Draco was cooking him his favourite meal as a counteract for
wearing the outfit, so he didn�t undress himself. He did took of the thong as
he didn�t like wearing that kind of clothing and got downstairs quickly.

When he walked in the kitchen, Draco turned around and smirked. �Oh,
shit, that look doesn�t mean anything good!� Harry thought to himself.

And he was thinking right.

�Hello love, have I already told you, why you�re wearing that outfit?�
Draco asked.

Harry got nervous. �Because it�s hot?� He asked doubtfully.

His other half smiled, shook his head and walked over to Harry to give
him a peck on his forehead.

Harry, who had to look up at his blonde, taller lover, was now downright
feared. This definitely didn�t mean anything good.

Draco smiled again. �No, my love, you�re going to serve me.�

�What the fuck! No, I most definitely will not!� Harry yelled pushing
his fianc�e away.

The smile got wiped of Draco�s gorgeous face. �Then I�ll have to punish
you.� He growled.

�Oh SHIT!� Harry couldn�t stop thinking. �I�m so fucked right now!�

�All right, I will, but you�re so going to pay for making me do this,
you know.� He said quickly.

Draco�s smile was back in an instant. �Of course you will do this. You
can�t resist me.� He bragged. Harry just shot him a dirty look and Draco pecked
Harry on his lips, before turning his attention to the Lasagne.

He pulled the oven open and got it out before setting it on the dinner
table.

�Now feed me.� He said, sitting down.

Harry cut the Lasagne and tried to feed it to Draco.

�No, blow, it�s still to hot.�

At this saying, Harry got a thought. He placed the fork with the Lasagne
on it aside, got down on his knees and opened Draco�s trouser and blew trough
Draco�s pants.

Draco, who was struggling for breath by now, pushed Harry aside.

�Not like that, although it does feel wonderful. No, blow the Lasagne
cold.�

Harry pouted at his lover, but Draco wouldn�t resist, so Harry got up,
blew at the Lasagne and fed it to Draco. His own stomach was rumbling by now
and the next bite, he ate.

Draco raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

...

After the Lasagne was finished, Harry had to do the dishes and after
that they went to their bedroom once more.

There had Draco set up some strawberries and a bowl with chocolate
sauce. Harry smiled, it was their favourite food.

Draco stripped himself from black, tight shirt � Harry practically
drooled, he was still after all those years amazed by the beautiful body of his
lover � and lay down on the king-size bed.

Draco pulled Harry on the bed next to him, and
gestured to Harry to start feeding the dessert to him.

Harry smiled and picked a strawberry and dipped it in
the chocolate. He fed it to his lover, spilling some chocolate at Draco�s naked
torso on purpose.

He moved his head down, ghosting his tongue over Draco�s
left nipple before licking up the chocolate. Draco
gasped but didn�t react in any other way.

So Harry picked another strawberry, spilling some
chocolate further down Draco�s stomach and fed it to his lover before licking his
lover�s chest clean.

Harry shifted his body, so that their full-grown
hard-on�s were pressed together and Draco moaned.

Harry continued with the same ritual of picking,
spilling and licking, but now he rubbed his erection against Draco�s.

After repeating this ritual until the strawberries
were all fed to Draco, Harry took the bowl of chocolate, and spilled it all
over Draco before licking Draco clean carefully.

And of course there was spilled some on Draco�s
trousers, which meant Draco had to pull it off to put on another one.

After Draco lost the trousers, Harry spilled some
chocolate on his boxers too, so he had to get these off too.

And then Harry spilled some chocolate on Draco�s
erection.

Draco gasped and Harry started licking the chocolate
of off Draco�s groin. Draco fisted Harry�s hair and soon Harry was giving Draco
a fabulous blow-job.

It didn�t took long for Draco to come in Harry�s
deliciously hot, wet mouth and Harry swallowed all of Draco�s semen he could.

Draco pulled Harry upwards to kiss him. Then he
flipped them over so he was now on top.

They kissed passionately, only breaking for the
desperately needed oxygen and for pulling of Harry�s French maid outfit.

Draco then spilled some chocolate on Harry�s erection,
prepared himself quickly and then impaled himself on Harry.

They both gasped and needed a few moments to stop
themselves from coming right that moment.

After a few seconds, Harry gripped Draco�s hips and
Draco started riding Harry.

For a few minutes nothing was heard from the room but
moans, gasps, groans, with the occasional cursing in between.

�Fuck, Dray, I�m going� I�m com� I�m coming� Draco!�
Harry yelled spilling his seed inside Draco.

But Draco didn�t pay attention and continued to ride
Harry for a few more seconds, and then came himself, shooting his seed on Harry�s
stomach, screaming Harry�s name.

He collapsed on top of his lover, Harry still in him
and fell asleep.

�Merlin, Dray, I love you.� Harry whispered, kissing
his fianc�e on the forehead. He embraced the blonde and drifted off himself.

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So, what do you think? I felt it was necessary to continue
on Tuesday, because it was far too short.

But now I�m lost of ideas how to continue the story,
so please tell me your ideas of how this should go.

Love

Rose�
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