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An Unlikely Desire	By : KJmom827 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 75108 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A/N: Yeah, Harry just had a turn, but he's getting another. He's such a greedy little slut. Anyway, forgive me for the end of this chapter. I had intended this to be nothing more than smut, a way to rid myself of every dirty scene that pops into my head when I think of these three, but I had do it. I find it extremely difficult to write Harry and Draco together and not have some underlying emotions. They just won't stop falling in love, dammit all to hell. Anyway, I don't know if I'll actually work that into the story and how Lucius will fit into it all, but I do promise a smutty scene for each chapter...

“Harry? Love? Wake up,” Draco is whispering sweetly into my ear and running his hand soothingly up and down my back.

“Huh?” I’m so exhausted and utterly content that I can’t even raise my head.

“Open your eyes, baby,” I wonder vaguely, for just a moment, when he started using pet names. I kind of like it. I fight to raise my lids and feel triumphant when I finally see a blurry Draco.

“There you are. How do you feel?” Fucked rotten.

“Great,” I manage a lopsided smile and let my eyes close again.

“Oh no you don’t. Come on, I need you to wake up. I’m running us a bath,” That wakes me up a little, we’ve never bathed together before.

“A bath?”

“Yeah, turns out father had some more business to attend, so it’s just us, is… is that ok?” Maybe my brain is still mushy, but I can’t figure out why it wouldn’t be ok.

“Yeah, is there any particular reason it shouldn’t be?” I push myself up on my elbows and almost blindly search the table for my glasses. Draco graciously hands them to me and the world around me slips into focus as I slide them on.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d want to… you know. I mean… Ugh… I’m just not sure where we stand now,” He’s fidgeting and fiddling with the edge of the sheet wrapped around his naked body. Draco is one of the most articulate and poised people I know. The only time he gets this way is when he’s feeling insecure.

“Draco, look at me,” He lifts his head and I take in the flush covering his face and chest, I wonder if he knows just how sexy he is.

“It doesn’t matter if he’s here or not, I still want you,” He gives me a beautiful smile and reaches up to run his fingers through my messy hair.

“Good, because I want you too,” His touch wakes me completely, and I feel my cock twitch at the thought of sliding against his soapy body.

“Do you think the water is ready?”

“Maybe, but the elves will stop it before it runs over…” He’s eyeing me curiously, like he’s not sure what to expect.

“Good,” I sit up fully and crook a finger at him. He crawls cautiously toward me and stops a breath away from pressing his lips to mine.

“Are you going to kiss me, Draco?” I whisper into the small space between us.

“I haven’t decided yet,” He’s so damned close I can practically feel the smirk form on his face. I try to entice him by flicking his top lip lightly with my tongue and I don’t even have to move my head to reach him.

He moans and blinks once, very slowly, but still doesn’t press forward. Sure, I could close the distance, force my tongue into his mouth and ravage him. He’d like it, but it wouldn’t be as satisfying as having him come to me.

“Just a little closer, Draco. Come on, baby,” I use the term of endearment he seems to be favoring recently and I hear and feel him start to breathe just a little faster. Still, he doesn’t move.

“A tiny, little kiss, then we can give each other a bath. I’m sure you need to be washed thoroughly and I’d be happy to do it… Come on, Draco, please?” I grin against his mouth when he lunges forward at my plea. It’s a bittersweet victory, he did break, but only after I begged a little.

I lose myself in the warm cavern of his mouth. I push my tongue in slowly, relishing the feel of the slick muscle that tangles slowly with mine. I drag my tongue gently over the ridges of his palate and delight in the way he moans lustfully into my mouth.

I move my right hand lightly up his thigh, over his stomach, and up his chest. His body rolls sinfully as he tries to get more contact with my hand and not lose my lips. He whimpers when his efforts are wasted and my hand firmly grips his hair. I tilt his head back quickly and forcefully, latching onto the soft skin behind his ear and pushing him back onto the bed at the same time. He goes easily, wanting whatever I will give him.

I know that he’s thinking I’ll fuck him this time, it’s only fair, right? Maybe, but it isn’t what I want. I learned earlier that Lucius is skilled, but entirely too controlled to give me exactly what I want. Draco, on the other hand, well, he’s a real possibility. Young and needy, just like myself, so hungry that he’ll easily give into to the temptation I’m going to dangle in front of him.

As he reclines on the bed, I straddle his hips and feel his erection push demandingly into the crevice of my arse. Before he realizes what I’m about to do, I’ve slide halfway down his rigid length and his eyes pop open.

“OH, oh fuck, Harry,” I’m still loose enough to take him, but not so loose that I don’t feel the pleasant burn and stretch as I impale myself further on him.

“Yeeessssss,” Lower and lower, inch by glorious inch, I take him into my body. I feel him tensing under me, desperately trying to cling to his control, his very sanity. I will break him of that. I will destroy his desire to be gentle with me.

“Don’t hold back, Draco, please,” He grips my hips and shakes his head.

“I…don’t…want…to…hurt…you,” He’s panting and forcing himself to remain still, forcing me to move even slower.

“You’re aren’t going to hurt me,” Better yet, the truth, “I want you to hurt me.”

Something flashes in his eyes and his nostrils flare once…twice…then the room tilts as he switches our positions so fast my head spins.

“You want me to hurt you? Want me to make you scream?”

“Fuck, yeah,” Now I’m gasping for breath and he’s trying to determine if he should grant my wish. He doesn’t consider long, instead he pulls out of me swiftly and slams back in so hard that the sound of flesh slapping flesh echoes around the room. It isn’t enough to earn him a scream, but I do grunt loudly as I feel the thrust in my stomach.

“More,” Again, he pulls out and puts as much force as he dares into bringing our bodies back together. I give him a yelp.

“Faster,” This time I receive several punishing strokes and finally I scream, wordless and ecstatic, “Harder, fuck me.” And he does.

He fucks into me so hard, and fast that I can’t catch my breath. He hits me so very deep that every nerve in my body twitches in anticipation of his next thrust. Over and over again and it’s so fucking good. Still, though, I feel him holding back. He’s staring too intently at my face, watching for any sign that he may be pushing too far. I grab his head with my hands and he stills, afraid he’s reached that point.

“Draco, baby,” I emphasize the pet name, “Fuck me. Do you remember what I said earlier? That wasn’t just arousal. I want you to use me, don’t think about me, just fuck me. Please.”

He nods, but I can still sense his apprehension. He wants to please me so badly, it’s written all over his face and in his movements. But, when I start to buck against him, using my body as a weapon, demanding his loss of control, he complies.

Every thrust threatens to bang my head into the headboard and rips another satisfied scream from my throat. I can’t think, can’t speak, can’t stop staring at the beautiful god above me, making me his, owning me in every way. I’m so close, on the verge of coming, when he does something that sends me directly over the edge.

He doesn’t stop pounding into me, but his movements lose a little of their force as he bends over me, forcing my knees painfully into the bed beside my body. Before my mind can register his intent, he bites my nipple so hard that I see stars. I come between our bodies, an almost never ending flood that curls my toes and forces my hands to contract around his arms. My nails bite into his skin and he growls as he lifts up and continues fucking me with abandon.

I don’t think my erection even wilts. Being at his mercy like this, being just simply his if only for this moment in time is just too much. Too much and not enough. I’d love nothing more than to be owned by him forever.

He won’t last much longer, his thrusts are becoming erratic and jerky. His eyes are rolling back and he’s screwing his face up in an attempt to keep fucking me but stave off his orgasm. He’s thinking about me, trying to be considerate of the fact that my cock is throbbing between us again. It’s not what I want, I’d much rather him leave me needy if it means finding his own release. There really is something to be said about being ridden hard and put away wet - or in my case, hard.

“Come on, baby. Come for me. Come in my arse. You’re so fucking close, Draco. Let it all go, baby. Now,” Finally he arches and gives me a few faltering jabs. Seconds later his cock pulses steadily inside of me and he groans deeply as he empties himself into my willing body.

The moment he regains enough strength, he slides down the bed and takes me into his mouth. He sucks me perfectly, lovingly and it’s such a contrast from the way he was moments ago. He moves up and down my prick as if he’s never tasted something so delicious. His tongue slides reverently over every ridge and bump, it laves as my head and probes at my slit.

He moves lower, licks and prods at my sack. Sucks at his own juices flowing from my hole, smacking his lips and moaning. He is only thinking about my pleasure now and I can’t decide if it’s just as good, or maybe better. He knows, knows that I love to feel him tongue my arse. The thought of him doing so when he’s so recently spent himself there is just dirty enough that I can’t hold back any longer.

My currently untouched cock explodes in a second orgasm that shakes me so much deeper than the first. I whimper obscenities as he pushes farther into my arse than he ever has. Every inch of my body is immersed in pleasure so fucking overwhelming that I can’t concentrate on anything but the fiery liquid pouring from my body and the feel of him slurping at me.

As I start to come down I feel him breathing barely audible words against the skin of my thigh.

“Fuck…so hot…so sexy…love this…love,” I tune him out, too scared of what the next word might be. Too scared that he might mean it. Possibly, even more scared that he won‘t.
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