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Smut for Beginners	By : meleighme Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4978 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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***Happy Belated Birthday Lei! Look at what you inspired! Mainly, the whole fic was just so I could write this specific scene. I�m so shallow. SMUT!!!

Draco paced around the room. He had read more of those fantasies, and after the first few it just all got very tiresome. Apparently Draco not only had a tendency to bite during sex, but he also liked to be the dominant one in every. Single. Situation.
He had amended his first assessment of Potter having any sort of imagination after the whips and chains were brought out. It was obvious that if this boy were not a virgin, then he might as well have been with all the lackluster and positively boring scenes he wrote out.
Of course, that hadn�t stopped Draco from enjoying the notebook. He hadn�t used the Oro Membrana charm again, after realizing that the first time led to a mutual enjoyment by himself along with Crabbe and Goyle, so he had to content himself with reading and ignoring the bad grammar. And the bad fantasies.
It had made him inexplicably angry when he realized that Fantasy-Draco did not have any desire to return the favor, as it were, and make the experience pleasant for both of them. Honestly, did people think that he enjoyed having a resisting partner? Did they think that he had absolutely zero skills at sex to the point where anyone sleeping with him would consider it a chore, or worse, off-putting?
Most likely, no one thought that much about Draco�s skills, but he shoved that out of his mind and repeated his Mantra: I am handsome, I am desirable and anyone I sleep with should consider themselves lucky that I decided to let them experience me.

No amount of repetition of the Mantra made the niggling doubt go away. What if people truly believed that Draco were insensitive to the needs of those he slept with? What if Harry�s little notebook had already been copied, and Granger had just been trying to cover it up? What if this entire thing were a plot to ruin Draco�s chances of inviting anyone to any social function ever?
All the more reason for this night to go exactly as planned, and if the vivid images his mind was conjuring up had any sort of influence on what might happen, then Harry was in for an amazing surprise. Draco looked at the ceiling.

I�m doing this for my reputation, that�s all. It has nothing to do with Harry. If Longbottom had written the notebook it would have been the same. He blinked. No, that wasn�t right. Longbottom was far worse than Harry. Not as bad as Weasley though. Draco made a face. He needed a new train of thought.
Where the hell was Harry anyway?
At that moment, of course it would be at that moment, the door flung open and Harry came bursting through like he was being chased by hellhounds or demons or Snape.

�Do you have it?� Harry panted. �Do you have it and are you going to give it back? Not that it matters now.�
Draco stepped backwards, more to put distance between him and Harry than out of shock. He had been entertaining these fantasies all night, and he had been wishing Crabbe and Goyle would just hurry up and leave so that he could hear Harry�s voice, and then the object of his fantasies was standing right there and everything was crashing down on him. He had to get a grip.
Even if it was physically impossible for him to get an erection at all, what with all the wanking he did earlier, Draco brought the notebook down to cover his groin out of habit. �Er� Harry. There�s something that I�I mean there�s something wrong��
Harry was looking at him quizzically now. �You didn�t read it, did you? Oh, you did and now you�re going to make things even worse and your bloody owl shat all over your note.� He held up the paper and waved it around.
Taking a deep breath, Draco tried to regain his composure. Hesitance in the face of a challenge is met by defeat. Or something. Really Father should have been a little clearer in his sayings because Draco had no idea what the bloody fuck that meant.
He did know that every time he heard Harry�s voice, tingles shot down his spine and he felt like he had consumed too much firewhisky or tea and this was just all so stupid. He marched towards Harry and slammed the notebook into his hands. Grabbing Harry�s shoulders, Draco manhandled him towards the desk and pushed him up against it.
�Open the book.� Draco growled. �Open it to page seventeen.�
Harry, for his part, looked utterly confused. �What--�

�Open to page seventeen and read.�
Gulping, Harry began to flip through the pages. �I walked into the room wearing nothing but a green towel--I�m sorry, Draco, you really want me to read?�
�Yes! Read it now, and whatever you do, don�t stop.� Draco moved slightly away and looked at Harry expectantly.
After a few seconds of incredulous staring, Harry continued. �Happy Birthday, Draco, I muttered as I walked up to him and knelt down in front of him oh my GOD what are you doing?�
Draco was kneeling in front of Harry and holding his hands up to the trouser�s buttons. He glared up at him. �Don�t. Stop. Reading.�
His hands shaking, Harry resumed the story. �I unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them in one movement, pulling them down slowly even though I wanted this to go by much, much faster��
Harry�s voice trembled slightly as he told the story, like he couldn�t believe Draco was doing this.
How dare him for thinking that Draco couldn�t give as well as receive. The sentiment was somewhat lost as he slowly pulled down the trousers. He guessed that he would have been angrier at Harry except it was sort of hard to concentrate with the voice so much realer now, if that were possible, and deeper like there was an actual person. Though he supposed that stood to reason since Harry was now physically in the room, where he had only been fantasy before.
Draco tried to follow the instructions as they were read, but it was difficult not to get sidetracked as he pulled down the boxers, Huh, Harry wears grey, and a very hard cock was hanging in front of his face.
He was about to finally get to some sort of action, when he noticed that everything had gone silent. Rolling his eyes, Draco looked back up at Harry. �Well? Get on with it.�
�You don�t have to�� Harry trailed off. �I mean, if you think that I�m making you, I don�t want you to feel--�

�Oh for the love of�� Instead of arguing, Draco darted out his tongue and licked the tip of his dick in a long flat swipe. Harry gasped and his head fell back and Draco continued kneeling there waiting for the idiot boy to reorient himself.
�Why did you stop--oh right.� Harry took a deep breath and began to read again. �I grabbed a hold of the base and��

That was more like it. Leaning forward, Draco opened his mouth wider and sucked in as much as he dared to, given that Harry was so easily distracted. The voice suddenly changed from reading out the fantasy and into, �Oh god so hot I can�t believe this, it�s so much more. Please just�oh god please.�
Draco stifled a grin. Not a giver, eh Potter? And look no teeth. He pulled off of Harry completely and ignored the whine of protest; instead he ducked his head lower and took one of Harry�s balls into his mouth.
�Holy hell, Draco, there�s no way I can read with you doing that, oh my god, there�s no way.�
Without speaking, Draco reached his hand up and formed a fist around Harry�s cock. He could imagine the pressure Harry was feeling, the dual sensations of warmth where most likely no one had ever been, and then the sudden cool air where Draco�s mouth had just left. He wished that Harry had kept reading, but the sounds he was making as Draco licked the underside of his cock and then moved to just below his navel as his hand kept up the steady rhythm of up-and-down, the breathy noises and whimpers were worth it.
Draco glanced up as he repositioned himself in front of Harry�s legs, and Harry was panting, his head hanging down and his hands gripping the edge of the desk so hard that the veins in his hands were pulsing. There was something white trickling down Harry�s neck, and for a second Draco wondered, How the hell--did he come already? But then he remembered about the owl, and when you were about to deep throat a man�s cock it was probably not an ideal time to laugh so Draco relaxed his jaw and just sucked.

There was a steady litany of Oh god oh god oh god and the notebook had probably fallen somewhere between the first initial lick and the halfway done hand job, but that didn�t matter because Harry was shaking with the stress of restraining himself from mindlessly humping Draco�s mouth. With one hand gripping Harry�s hip, Draco began to alternately suck and pump Harry�s cock until there was an almost unnoticeable hitch in the breathing above him and Harry panted out, �I�m going to��
And then his mouth was flooded with heat and saltiness and Draco stifled a grimace, swallowing a little but letting most of it dribble down his chin. Harry collapsed against the desk as his body went completely lax, and Draco slowly withdrew.
Leaning over and spitting on the ground, he thought to himself, I�ll clean it up in a second. Harry had this dozy smile and he reached for Draco�s cheek. �Wow,� Harry said. �That was�wow.�
Draco smiled and shrugged. �Yeah, well.� Then he smirked and pointed up at Harry�s neck. �You got shit on you, just so you know.�
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