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Challenge Accepted	By : Swizzle89 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6269 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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So yay! A new chapter only a few days (rather than weeks) after the last one and it's slightly longer! Let's hope this writing streak continues but knowing me I'll get caught up in reading another Drarry or be stuck in an empty house with no wifi (oh the horror) so I shall take it as it comes!
Anyway hope you enjoy, the whole chapter is pretty much one scene so....yeah!
Harry was in limbo. Like that type of limbo where he was having an out of body experience and felt like he was looking at the scene playing out in a dark corner of the library instead of actually living it. Right now Malfoys tongue was plundering his mouth and snaking around his own in way that could only be described as sinfully illegal.
Somewhere in the back of Harrys mind, behind the lust filled haze was a tiny version of himself declaring insanity. Obviously that was going to be ignored. He wasn’t stupid. As a hot blooded eighteen year old male he was not going to turn down sex even if it was by his current biggest nemesis (since old Voldy had turned to dust, this was a safe assumption to make).
However mad Harry thought – knew – that this was, he couldn’t deny that Malfoy was like a modern day Adonis. He had silky soft hair (which he was currently running his fingers through and holding on as if his life depended on it) the colour of a too bright sun, creamy coloured flawless skin, pink full lips and perhaps the best feature – cool, grey piercing eyes which pleasantly darkened when he was aroused. Like now. Oh God he had made Malfoy aroused. If that thought wasn’t the biggest turn on yet, he didn’t know what was.
He was brought back to earth by the sudden departure of Malfoys lips from his and the quick transfer of them to the exposed skin on his neck. Harry automatically tilted his head to the side to give him better access and started loosening his tie and opening the buttons on his shirt collar. Malfoy hummed in approval and began sucking on his collarbone in earnest.
Malfoys hands which before had been stroking up and down his sides softly, moved down to cup his arse and down to his thighs. Suddenly he lifted Harry up, seating him on the table which he had previously been studying at and pressed himself into the V of his legs. Harry gasped as a pleasant jolt shot through him from this new angle. He could feel Malfoys hardened prick pressed intimately against his own hardness and immediately began shifting back and forth to create even more friction. This action caused Malfoy to moan low in his ear and begin panting lightly. Harry thought he was going to lose his mind to the pleasurable sensations that were stemming from his groin and coming in waves throughout his body.
Malfoy pulled back and looked at him in his own lust darkened eyes. Harry thought he saw a brief flicker of emotion in them before Malfoy was pulling Harrys jumper and shirt off in one go, leaving just his tie hanging against his bare chest. Harry, wanting to even the playing field reached out and tugged at the hem of Malfoys jumper and pulled. Malfoy took a step back and pulled the jumper over his head himself leaving him looking deliciously edible in his rumpled un-tucked shirt.
Malfoy leaned back in and they reunited in another passionate kiss. Harry couldn’t take any more and immediately began to fumble with Malfoys belt, desperately wanted to reach the bulge that was waiting inside. He opened the belt and promptly undid his fly and eagerly reached his hand into Malfoys pants to reach his prize, sighing softly when he enclosed his hand around Malfoys leaking cock.
Malfoy began to whimper quietly and started thrusting into Harrys hand erratically, pumping his hips in time with Harrys fist. Malfoy groaned and pulled himself free from Harrys grasp. Harry looked up into those grey eyes in confusion and Malfoy said low and throatily, “I don’t want to come in your hand Potter. I want to come so hard up your arse that it will fill you up and run down your thighs.”
Harry thought he might explode in his pants from Malfoys words and expressions. He could only nod jerkily before Malfoy was practically ripping his fly down and motioning for him to lift his hips up so that he could pull his trousers and pants down in one fell swoop. Harry kicked off his shoes so that Malfoy could take his clothes all of the way off and toss them to the side. Malfoy slowly stood back up front of him, taking the time to roam his eyes over Harrys body with his eyes lingering on his stiffened and leaking prick before lifting his face level with Harrys.
Without taking his eyes from Harrys, he hooked his thumbs inside his pants and slowly slid them, along with his trousers down his thighs lifting one leg and then the other to divest himself completely of clothing on his lower half. Harrys eyes slid to his glistening cock as soon as it sprung free from his damp pants. Harry licked his lips and his heart began thrumming like a hummingbird. This was it. He was above to have a cock shoved up his arse and there was no returning or looking back now. Theoretically he could stop everything now, pull his clothes back on and run out of there until he couldn’t run anymore- except that he couldn’t. He was a prisoner of his own lust, was trapped by Malfoys hypnotizing eyes but most of all he was captured by his own pure wanting of this.
Malfoy placed his hands under Harrys knees and lifted them up until Harrys feet were planted flat on the table and he was completely exposed. He heard Malfoy whisper an accio and a bottle of oil zoomed into his outstretched hand. He lifted his eyes, one of which was covered by a stray piece of loose hair and looked at Harry. He placed his hand on his chest and slowly pushed him backwards until he lay flat against the table. Harry heard the click of the lid of bottle as Malfoy opened it and lifted his head to watch as Malfoy poured some onto his fingers and then toss the bottle carelessly aside.
Malfoy rubbed his fingers together and then bent his head and licked a long stripe up Harrys cock from root to tip. Harry jolted with surprise and let out a startled squeak. Malfoy chuckled low as he licked the away the precome that was oozing from the slit of Harrys reddened cock and encased the head in his mouth. As he began to swirl his tongue around and push his mouth down deeper, he inserted one lubed finger inside Harry and began to gently stroke in and out from knuckle to fingertip.
Harry found the sensation odd. A tad uncomfortable but getting bearable and a bit pleasant quite quickly. That in itself was another oddity to Harry as he had never in all of his life imagined that he would like that sort of intrusion. Even when he was wanking, he never went further than his balls when playing with himself. He really was quite sexually inexperienced he mused to himself. Sure, he had sex but it wasn’t sex. There was no experimentation, only missionary and even that was only a handful of times. And then came along Malfoy – Draco.
He was pulled from introspection by Malfoy giving a particularly hard suck to his cock and aligning that with another finger inserted into his arse. Harry gasped at the intrusion and the pleasure shooting through his prick simultaneously. Malfoy began scissoring and twisting his fingers, pushing them in and out until once again Harry relaxed into it and got used to the sensation. Malfoy was continuously sucking on his cock and Harry could feel the beginnings of heat pool in the pit of his stomach that signalled that an orgasm was approaching. “Wait...Malfoy...close...” he rasped as his fingers scrabbled to make purchase with the edges of table, anything and he fought to stop bucking his hips into Malfoys face and shoving his cock down his throat.
Malfoy released his cock with one last long suck and a swirl of tongue over the head and bent to lap lightly at his balls instead. By this point, Harry was writhing around and pushing back on Malfoys fingers wanting to feel more. “I’m going to use one more finger to prepare you Potter.” Malfoy stated looking back up at Harry who was a panting mess. At Harrys whine which suggested he disagreed, he laughed quietly and said “Trust me Potter. You haven’t done this before and I want to make this as painless as possible.” As an apparent afterthought he added “After all can’t have you having bad memories of me, can I? My reputation is on the line.”
At this point he bent back down and sucked his balls into his mouth and added the third and final finger. Harry was an incoherent mess. All that he could think was ‘why didn’t he do this sooner?’ As Malfoy plunged his fingers in and out of him, twisting them this way and that, he suddenly hit a spot which made Harry arch off the table and shout “Shit Malfoy! Do that again!” Malfoy complied and once he had found Harrys prostate, he jabbed at it again and again making Harry groan loudly and babble profanities.
Just as Harrys pleasure was spiralling again, Malfoys mouth left his balls where his tongue had been lightly tracing and promptly removed his magic fingers from their probing. Harry lifted himself up on his elbows and was about to enquire as to why Malfoy had stopped his ministrations when he saw Malfoy slick his cock with the oily fingers he had buried in Harry a moment ago. Oh right. The main event. Harry swallowed nervously (why was he so nervous now when just last week he was ramming into Malfoy like his life depended on it?) and Malfoy looked up from stroking his cock to meet Harrys eyes. His grey orbs seemed to soften slightly but as soon as Harry blinked, there was a smirk gracing his face and he was saying “Ready for my cock, Potter?” Harry just nodded and watched as Malfoy lined his prick up to his hole and he could feel the head against his opening.
Slowly Malfoy pushed in and Harry felt such a burn that he had to bite down on his lip to keep from gasping in pain. Malfoy eased in with more gentleness than his previous facial expressions would have alluded to and stopped every time he saw a flicker of pain run across Harrys features. Finally he was balls deep and had stilled completely to give Harry time to adjust. Harry was panting harshly and felt impossibly full. He started to relax and he felt the burn from the stretching subside bit by bit. After it had reached a bearable level, he looked up at Malfoy and gave a slight nod to indicate that he could move again.
Malfoy leant over him and moved his hands from Harrys hips to either side of his arms and pulled out almost completely before thrusting in again. Malfoy moved slowly at first and began gradually speeding up when he felt Harry begin to push back against his thrusts. He moved his head down and sucked on Harrys collarbone which made Harry moan wantonly. Harry moved to wrap his legs around Malfoys waist and pushed against his arse, encouraging him to plunge deeper.
Malfoy complied and began to pump faster and deeper into Harry causing Harry to let out a deep gasp and groan “Oh fuck, yes. Right there Malfoy!” as he had hit his prostate. Malfoy kept the angle of his thrusts there and soon began to pant and gasp as his orgasm started to encroach on him. He reached down and grabbed Harrys cock and began to pump it in time with his thrusts. Harry looked up at Malfoy and saw beads of sweat on his forehead, flushed cheeks, mussed hair and glazed eyes and thought it was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. This brought Harry close to orgasm and once again he began to feel the tell-tale signs of the fiery pit down in his loins.
As Malfoy sensed his impending orgasm he looked down and locked eyes with Harry and whispered “Tell me you’re not gay Potter. Look me straight in the eyes while I’m fucking you and tell me you’re not gay.” Harry looked back shocked and stuttered “I...I’m..” Malfoy began to slow down his hand on Harrys prick and slowed down the snap of his hips even though it was clear he was on the edge of coming himself. “Ah ah ah Potter. I’m not going to make you come until you admit the truth. Tell me you want me to fuck you until you are coming all over yourself and shouting my name. Tell me!”
“Fuck me Malfoy! Oh god I love you fucking me! Please don’t stop!” Harry begged as he watched a salacious grin spread across Malfoys flushed face. As those words Malfoy picked up the pace and was ramming Harry without abandon, fisting his cock furiously. Having already been teetering on the edge of bliss, Harry came hard screaming “Draco!” as hot splashes of come spurted out of his cock coating his stomach.
Malfoy came soon after, the feeling of Harrys arse clenching around his slick cock and his first name falling from Harrys lips sent him over the edge. He gasped Harrys name almost inaudibly into Harrys ear as he filled his channel for what seemed like an eternity. Finally he stopped shuddering and dropped his head onto Harrys chest, panting with exertion and satisfaction. Harry lay in a similar state underneath him, floating in post orgasmic bliss.
After a minute of them catching their breath, Harry felt Malfoy pull out and stand up. He reached across the table and grabbed his wand to cast a cleaning charm over himself. He reached down to grab his trousers and pants off the floor and began to redress (as he had left his shirt on during their encounter, this didn’t take very long). Harry had sat up as Malfoy had begun to redress and felt a stickiness running down his thighs from where Malfoy had shot his load inside him. He made a disgusted sound and Malfoy glanced up and smirked as he saw that his words from earlier had rung true.
Harry slid down off the table, cast his own cleaning charm and searched for his clothes. At this point Malfoy had fully dressed and looked impeccable once again with only slightly mussed hair to suggest his recent activities. He packed up his things and slung his bag over one shoulder. “Well, once again always a pleasure Potter but I think I’ll go study where there are less...distractions.” Malfoy said with a smirk on his face. Harry looked up from where he was buttoning his shirt in shock. “Don’t you think we should...um...discuss what happened Malfoy? I mean this is the second time we have come together like this so clearly there is something between us. You can’t deny it” Harry said carefully.
After having mind blowing sex with Malfoy for a second time, Harry decided to stop fighting with himself and admit what he should have the first morning after their first encounter. Clearly he liked shagging men, well Malfoy specifically so he wasn’t going to be in denial any longer. Why deny himself the carnal pleasures in life? He was still slightly shocked and confused but was rational enough to stop fighting it. Even if he wasn’t completely gay, he was definitely bisexual (although sex with Malfoy didn’t really compare to the sex with Ginny – sorry Gin!).
Malfoy smirked at Harry’s choice of words and shook his head slowly. “I won’t deny that you’re a good fuck Potter but let’s not make this more into it is. We had sex together a couple of times. Would I do it again? Of course I would, who am I to offer up a good shag when it comes around. But let’s get one thing straight Potter. Just because you have had a recent revelation about your sexual preferences does not make this any more than it was. I don’t need to discuss my feelings as I have known I’m gay for years having sex with a man is not something new and shocking. Be clear, Potter this does not change my feelings towards you.”
Harry stared at him for a long moment and then simply said “That’s fine Malfoy. If that’s how you really feel then we have nothing to discuss. But like you said if the opportunity arises again...well we can see where that goes.” Malfoy nodded and before he walked away he said “Glad we understand each other Potter. I’ll see you around.” Just before he broke eye contact for the last time, Harry caught another glimpse of that unnamed emotion flickering in his eyes before he turned around and headed towards the front of the library.
As Harry gathered up the last of his things, he was lost in thought. He really was starting to like Malfoy (actually he should really start thinking of him as Draco due to some of the momentous revelations he had come to this evening) and he knew it wasn’t just because of the sex. He was an enigma to him and Harry couldn’t resist the allure of finding out what was beneath that beautiful exterior. He gave into Draco declaring that there was nothing between them but sex so easily because he didn’t want to get his back up and drive him away for good.
However Harry was not going to give up as easily as he had implied. Harry was sure that Draco felt something for him as he had seen flickers of something in his eyes and though he wasn’t sure exactly what it was, he knew it wasn’t hate. This wasn’t going to be one of those times where Harry burst into a situation all guns blazing. No. He would have to figure out how to get Draco and this time make him stay. He wondered if Ron and Hermione would help him come up with a plan? Hmm...on second thought, probably best not to dump all this information on them at once.
Well he could watch Draco for the time being and try to figure out a plan from there. After all if there was something he knew he was good at, it was watching Draco.
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