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Paradoxa	By : HogwartsHeadache Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6717 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Harry lay himself, poised and casual, across a few of the plush cushions from the room. He wanted to be ready for Malfoy. Quick erections meant lunch hour quick sugar. Although Harry was not sure where his sudden boost came from in the middle of Transfiguration, he knew just how uncomfortable it made him. As his restlessness grew while waiting for Draco, he began to search the shelves, trying to figure out if there was anything he really felt like using today. The Room seemed to acquire new items every day.



      Draco entered the Room a little more cautiously than anybody who knew about his infatuation for Harry would care to believe. Never before had he set himself up for something which could have potentially become so very catastrophic and dangerous. As much as he loved him, there was no denying that there was some danger in putting your reputation in the hands of your worst enemy- but then again, Draco didn't care about reputation as long as he had Harry. Stepping across the haphazardly placed cushions on the floor, Draco looked around  for any sign of Harry and found one. Craning his neck towards the ceiling, Draco saw Harry hovering on a broomstick towards the higher shelves of the Room, perusing the label of some product that Draco had probably never come across in his life.



      Harry could sense Malfoy in the Room, even if he could not see him particularly well from where he was sitting, testing the strength of a silk rope restraint, wondering if Malfoy would consent to taking their little act from a week ago to the next level.  After feigning unawareness of Malfoy's presence, Harry took to shooting straight down. Trying to ignore how much Malfoy's eyes were boring into him. Usually his boys knew that eyes were off limits, he knew that once he was trapped by their eyes, they would think that he wanted more than just sex. That every encounter in the Room was just to numb the pain of having to save the entire wizarding world.



       "You called Potter?" Malfoy said up towards Harry, sounding a little quieter than ordinary, as if he was reserving the usual menace which he saved strictly for Harry for somebody or something else.



      "Get on the bed." Harry wasn't sparing any pleasantries, as soon as he left Transfiguration only one thing was on his mind.



      Draco, compelled by Harry's sudden control and concrete calm obliged immediately, as if there was no other option but to do whatever Harry said.



      "Let me tell you what's going to happen Malfoy," Harry made sure he sounded much harsher than he would with Neville or Dean. Just so he got the message.



      "You are going to lie on this bed and I am going to make you hurt. Then I am going to make you come. And then, you will make me come. Any questions? " Harry mimicked the many lectures of teachers from his six years at Hogwarts.



      "No sir," Draco replied sarcastically as he stretched across the bed with the kind of casual elegant swagger that no Gryffindor could ever achieve. As sarcastic as Draco sounded, there was nothing sarcastic about the way his member was twitching as soon as he had addressed Harry as 'Sir'. And there was nothing to stop the sense of foreboding that this time; Harry's force would be channelled into something else.



      Harry flourished his wand in Malfoy's direction wordlessly. Next to no talking was what Harry needed. Words just made thing too personal and all Harry wanted was not to have to get himself off freehand...Malfoy's clothes began to melt away from his body, buttons unbuttoning, flies zipping themselves undone until Malfoy lay unclothed on the enormous bed once more.



      Draco should have felt embarrassed, but as he saw the faint imprint of his body reflected in Harry's glasses, Harry's eyes began to explore him with a slight leer on his face. Draco didn't feel cheap, but felt blood pounding to his own stick under Harry's electric glare.



      Harry performed the same spell on himself, until both boys stood before each other, completely nude, taking each other in. Harry began fingering one of the many strips of cloth and games he had been perusing before Malfoy had made himself present. Taking sure steps towards the Slytherin, he quickly mounted and straddled him, feeling his chest heave underneath him and practically hearing his supersonically loud heartbeat. Harry's penis gently rubbed against Malfoy's chest as he reached for Malfoy's white-blonde hair.



       Harry tilted Draco's head up as he tensed under Harry's hands, wary of what could be going to happen. Harry however completely ignored the satin scraps and produced his own Gryffindor tie from nowhere; he seemed to be good at doing that.



      "How many boys have you used that with?" Draco asked sardonically.



      "Shut up, no talking," Harry replied, "if you want me to stop, say Hedwig." Of course Harry had no intention of stopping, but he had to follow the usual etiquette when bringing a boy back to the Room. He secured his tie around Malfoy's head two times and tested it to make sure he couldn't see anything.



      "What the hell is this, Potter? I can't see a -" Draco's retort was interrupted by a sharp smack across his face.



      "I said no talking," Harry half growled now. "Now I think I'm going to have to gag you. Open your mouth." And with that Harry took Malfoy's Slytherin tie and clenched it firmly between his teeth.  Malfoy's teeth gleamed from above and below the tie , all that came from his mouth now were muffled "Mrrrmmphhh mrrrmmpppphhhh" noises. Malfoy's flailing and bucking and fighting stirred Harry into mocking laughs as Malfoy tried to relinquish Harry's control, as if he could.



      "Well someone's getting a little bit cocky, aren't they?" Harry said from atop Malfoy. He was doing a pretty good job of immobilising him from where he was sitting but could do nothing to stop his flailing arms and legs.



      Draco moved around as much as he could, he couldn't see a thing, nor could he yell out to Harry. He could absolutely scream 'I love you' to him and he felt sure that Harry wouldn't even realise. He was just on the cusp of doing so when he felt more than just Harry's stiff unit moving gently across the planes of his chest every time he moved around up there (which was entirely arousing in itself) .



      He was completely aware of Harry's long Gryffindor fingers as they ran their way up the sides of his naked, skinny torso, all the way up the delicately outlined muscles of his upper arms and even further up his bony yet tough forearms to his slender wrists. Everything about Draco's body was subtly undertone. He was never like the other big burly boys on the Quidditch team, nobody seemed to think his slight muscle tone anything impressive. But Harry curled his fingers around Draco's mediocre wrists, never weakening his grip as he stretched Draco's arms above his head. They were just mere inches from the bed frame again, and then he made sure they were securely cuffed to the bed frame with the Azkaban handcuffs. In doing so, Harry's own body stretched towards Draco's upper half. He could feel Harry's manhood move steadily up from his chest to right below his, chin, so close to Draco's swiftly salivating mouth and sending shivers down his spine.



       Draco could no longer feel where Harry was but at the feeling of Harry's penis moving, Draco let out a throaty murmur, prompting a response from Harry in the form of a husky chuckle. Harry's mouth was directly above Draco's. Draco could feel Harry's delicious coffee tinted breath as it whistled through his teeth.



      "Are you going to behave now? Can I ungag you?" Harry asked Malfoy condescendingly, they way Snape would ask him what a werewolf is. He didn't really want to but he knew it would get in the way.



      "Mmmrrrpphh Mrrrppphhhh!" Draco replied, thrashing his head as if to say yes, the only part of his body he could move.



      "Well, if you're going to behave..." Harry drew out his response to Malfoy's noises for as long as he could. He knew that by completely depriving the boy's senses, the more he would ache; securing a long grin across Harry's face. He took the tie from around Malfoy's mouth, quickly and quietly. After he was free from that obstruction, all that could be heard from Malfoy was his broken breathing.



      Draco felt way more than he did when just anybody took control. This was Harry Potter, and the very idea just seemed to deepen Draco's uncontrollable thirst as his breaths turned to whimpers. Harry started slow, like he did before, tracing kisses up Draco's neck until he reached his mouth. Draco felt Harry's sharp little teeth digging into his bottom lip pulling it further and further up and digging deeper until little drops of blood materialised. Draco could taste it, the pain was numbing but beautiful, engulfing him until he moaned for more. But Harry stopped just as the blood appeared, maybe thinking Draco was in too much pain? But a weight sunk to the pit of Draco's stomach as he felt Harry dismount him, hearing his footsteps padding softly across the Room of Requirement.



      "Am I allowed to talk? Did I do something wrong?"Draco thought. Harry's sudden and abrupt end scared Draco.



      "Maybe he doesn't want me anymore," he continued to think, "Maybe he doesn't think I'll be very good!" Draco's worry was now next to nothing. Just to have something that amazing from him taken away without warning in a second made him feel sick to the stomach.



      "What's wrong now, Potter?" Malfoy sneered at Harry.



      Draco was getting so good at this double life, he almost believed it himself. But it destroyed him inside to have to address Harry so violently. And the worst part is, Harry wouldn't have even cared if he did change.



      Draco jumped at a startlingly loud crack, twice as loud as his old house-elf sounded when he disapparated. Now he was starting to get nervous. He heard the sound again, closer this time as if it was right next to him. He jumped again, his insides writhing as he speculated what that sound was. Like his father's cane, but one that made him a million times more anxious. Shivers resonated through Draco's core with guilty pleasure.



      "Didn't I tell you not to talk?" Harry spoke quietly, almost menacingly. His words were meant to somehow form into a question, but his tone invited nowhere for Malfoy to answer. It was again the pure authority that Harry only ever seemed to show in the Room of Requirement and when he had his whip in hand. As he hit it against the solid bedstead and watched Malfoy twitch at its resonance, a throaty moan left his lips.



      The bated breaths escaping from Malfoy echoed back to Harry's ears and for a moment both boys just existed in the Room, revelling in the expectations they each had of what was going to happen next.



      Draco's hope were next to nothing. As he lay there in silence with Harry he felt a sense of anti-climax – as if those cracking sounds were supposed to be leading up to something that would never become. But Draco wanted it to, Draco was aching for it. That entire new side of arousal which Harry had brought to Draco had to be fulfilled. He didn't just want it, he needed Harry in control, changing his body from the waxen cold marble picture to throbbing with broken blood vessels ,black and blue from Harry's brutal touch. But nothing came, until he felt Harry's naked private parts on him once more as he mounted him again.



      "Do you want me to make you hurt Malfoy?" Harry crooned at Malfoy as he squirmed slightly, but not enough to warrant any major action on Harry's part.



      Harry licked down the middle of Draco's chest, nails digging into his back, starting the regular tingly feeling which used to make Draco feel light-headed and almost ready to come, but now it only served to annoy him. He wanted Harry to be the tyrannous slime ball he was after their night together. He wanted Harry to spoil him, completely and utterly. But Draco's answer to Harry's question was a moan, hoping that Harry would understand that to mean yes.



      "I'm sorry, what was that?" Harry teased, stroking down the insides of Malfoy's thighs, like preparing a lamb for slaughter.



      Harry's touch frustrated Draco further. It was beautifully tragic in that it was everything Draco had ever wanted but it was not what he wanted from Harry Potter at that exact moment in time. With that, he let out a growl of aggravation.

      Harry answered Malfoy's bad behaviour with a slap across his buttocks, lifting Malfoy's legs to reach perfectly. Harry wanted words now , Harry wanted to hear Malfoy say it.



      "Say it Malfoy. Say what you want me to do to you." Harry blasted at Malfoy.



      "I want you to make me hurt," Draco mumbled into his chest. Harry had absolutely no way of hearing. Draco might has well have been talking Mermish.



      Harry traced the line of Draco's hips down to the tip of his erection, teasing him further as punishment. Draco wanted to scream out, but all that left him were soft wails. These wails weren't just longing, they were the cries of deliriousness as Harry ran Draco around in his own head, driving him completely insane.



      "Say it Malfoy," Harry repeated even more vehemently, his breath tickling Malfoy's balls and making Malfoy writhe like so many others before the Chosen One, sobbing into the cold air pathetically.



      "Make me hurt..." Draco whimpered to Harry, "I need it, just make me, I'll do anything". Malfoy was howling like a wounded dog, tears were streaming from his face, weak and pitiable; pleading for Harry's mercy.



      "Do you think you deserve to be hurt Malfoy..?" Harry taunted, playing with Malfoy's nipples, teasing them back and forth as he laughed down at him.'



      "YES," screamed Malfoy, "Yes Potter I deserve it!!"



      Harry's laughter echoed off the walls of the Room at the boy's cries. He rolled him over so that his stomach was on the bed, adjusting his restraints accordingly.



      "Well we'll see, Slytherin..." was all Harry said, nothing else. He knew Malfoy would want it so badly but it was funnier to see him suffer.  But Harry was done playing. He slid his fingers up behind Malfoy's balls to his crack, running his fingers up and down the puckered skin of his hole. Malfoy was bucking and flailing intensely so Harry spanked his behind once more. He repeated the movement with his wand, running it back and forth over Malfoy's muscular ring, grinning as Malfoy's sensual moans intensified. Without a second though, Harry spat on his fingers and began working Malfoy's hole, slicking his fingers in and out of him quickly, massaging it gently but powerfully, fermenting Malfoy in his gasps.



      Draco could feel Harry moving inside him; working him easily and making Draco wish he could spur Harry further on in pleasuring him so. He wasn't sure if he was close to coming, his heady state of paradise completely overtook him. But then Harry retracted his silken fingers. Draco wanted more. It was another disappointing moment, but Draco's thirst was soon to be quenched.



      Without any warning to Malfoy, Harry took his wand in hand again and did the only thing any boy with such delectable prey could do. With no tenderness, sparing Malfoy no ease Harry drove his wand through his entrance and pulled out again. Malfoy fought for breath as the movements of the wooden stick became more and more violent. The supple holly stick was now glistening with Harry's spit and Malfoy's sweat.



      "You're tight aren't you, Slytherin," Harry hissed the last word, breaking through Malfoy's wretched whimpers, "I could barely get my wand out of your tiny hole. I wonder if I'll be able to get it back in?"



       On the word 'in' Harry pushed his wand dangerously back up through Malfoy's heat, going so far in so little time, hitting Malfoy's prostate and causing a tumultuous riot in Malfoy's movements. All Harry could do was smirk as Malfoy spasmed out of control.



      "Oh God!!!" Draco let out, thoughts escaping him. He was being pounded and he liked it. For one, intensely orgasmic second, Draco thought he was there, closer to feeling than he ever had been before. And then Harry pulled his wand slightly further out so it was no longer making contact with Malfoy's prostate, leaving him breathing roughly, shining with sweat.



      Harry, still grasping onto the bottom of the wand, said his favourite spell whenever he was entertaining boys.   Nails digging into Malfoy's stomach as he lifted the boy towards him...



      "Tremo Maxima," He whispered into Malfoy's muscley behind. Malfoy began to pulse slightly as strong vibrations started working their way from the wand, Draco was so close to coming, Harry could feel it in the air... Just one more push up to his sensitive spot again and Draco would be gone...



      "You want it, don't you? You want it Draco?" Harry drawled.



      "GIVE IT TO ME, HARRY!" Draco screamed at him, no niceties spared.



      Harry found his whip and gave Malfoy two licks for being so rude, leaving red welt marks smarting across his back and Malfoy doubled up in his debauched noises . But Harry was all too happy to oblige...



      Retracting his wand, he replaced it with his own pointed pink tongue. His sweet saliva tracing Malfoy's hole and dipping all the way back into him, going further and further his teeth started to clench Malfoy's cheeks as he felt the boy tremoring beneath him. Harry grabbed onto his member with one hand, stroking it up and down as his tongue controlled his insides. Bringing his tongue closer and closer to his ever elusive spot, Harry's hand felt when Draco came. Dripping with the boy's load, Harry licked it off finger by finger removing Malfoy's blindfold just so he could watch.



      Draco was there, soaring about the highest cloud and swimming in the deepest ocean. It was unbelievably intense and he just kept going, writhing and bucking out of control. Panting heavily after having finished himself, Draco lay, still chained up, not knowing he wasn't finished with.



      He felt Harry's semen covered hands grip his hips firmly and raise his bottom up towards him. With all the force of an angry dragon, he was completely aware of Harry's throbbing, rigid stick when it drove through his almost bleeding entrance. And again. And again. And so many more times after that Draco lost count. Harry knew what he was going and Draco was in ecstasy. Each time was harder and firmer than the other. The bed was shaking with every move; Draco had to hold on to whatever part of the bed-frame he could reach. Now this was pain for pleasure, and Draco was bawling like a baby whenever Harry moved. It was amazing. Draco liked it rough and he was never going back.



      After Harry had deposited his load perfectly into Malfoy, he pulled out his now supple appendage. Lying on the bed next to Malfoy Harry just stared at the old architecture of the Room's ceiling his chest heaving as he breathed in and out.



      Both boys were covered in silky sweat and semen and blood. Draco in bite marks, scratches and sores, but both lying there in secret silence, they knew they were satisfied- in some ways more than others.
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