Forbidden | By : rubycrush Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 48060 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter Summary: Harry and Draco realize there are benefits to giving in to the curse.
Author’s notes: I’m so glad you guys like the story so far, and I’m so sorry for keeping you waiting. I hope this chapter makes up for it...and as for all of you who are wondering if they are going to end up together, I wish I could tell you but I don’t want to give anything away...let’s just say you’ll get a hint of Draco’s true feelings at the end of this chapter. No skipping ahead!! Read it through from the beginning! :o)
This chapter has a little bit of a non-con situation at the beginning...if that bothers you, please skip this one.
“No,” Draco said, trying in vain to loosen Harry’s grasp on him so he could turn around. “Don’t you think we should try - try something else?” Harry was sucking brutally on Draco’s neck and had his cock pressed along the cleft of his arse, growling with pleasure as Draco squirmed.
“You did this to me,” Harry snarled in his ear.
Draco started panicking as he felt Harry reach down to squeeze his arse with one hand, the other still securely gripping Draco’s wrists above his head.
“Please don’t,” Draco gasped, gripped with fear. He had just realized that he himself had sealed the door shut and silenced the room. There was no chance of someone else coming in and finding them.
Harry moved them to his right so they were in front of the row of sinks. He bent Draco over a sink so he could watch him in the mirror, stretching over him to keep his slender hands pinned against the glass. He reached for the liquid soap dispenser on the wall. The soap streamed out as soon as the dispenser sensed his hand underneath, and he quickly slicked it over his leaking cock. Draco kept his head down, his breathing getting more frantic, confused at the emotions of fear and lust colliding. One part of him was telling him to fight, to get away, while the other was relishing the physical contact, eagerly anticipating the feeling of Harry inside him.
Harry slipped two soap-coated fingers inside Draco, causing him to cry out in surprise and pain. He slid his fingers in and out a few times, groaning at the heat inside Draco as he bit and sucked on the boy’s pale shoulder.
Draco shook, unknowing of what he wanted anymore. He felt Harry’s fingers stretching him, and the initial flashes of pain eased away. He was actually surprised when he moaned in disappointment as Harry withdrew his fingers, but the fear came back when he felt the head of Harry’s cock nudging at his entrance.
“Please, Harry,” he whispered, wretchedly, squeezing his eyes shut tight. “Be careful, please.”
Harry hesitated at the sound of his name, realizing how far he had gone in his anger, which had melted away, replaced by unadulterated desire. “Shit! What the fuck am I doing? I’m sorry.” He held himself back with difficulty. He let go of Draco’s wrists, leaning his sweating forehead against Draco’s back. “Shit,” he whispered. At that moment he’d have given anything to be able to get inside Draco.
Draco thought for a moment, thankful that he wasn’t going to be forced, yet starkly disappointed that Harry had stopped. “If I let you continue, will you let me shag you after?” He gave Harry a suggestive grin in the mirror and used his hands to brace himself on the sink in front of him.
“Bloody Slytherin,” Harry growled, but he grinned back in relief as he nipped at Draco’s neck, positioning his cock at Draco’s entrance again and pushing gently at the tight ring of muscle. Both boys gasped when the first inch slipped inside Draco, and slowly, inch by inch, Harry’s entire length was enveloped in the tight, wet heat.
“Oh Merlin,” he panted, pausing when he was buried to the hilt. “You’re so fucking tight.”
Draco fought against clenching his muscles in response to the invasive discomfort. It didn’t exactly hurt, but it wasn’t pleasant, either. “Just hurry up and get it over with, Potter,” he gasped. “The sooner I have my cock up your arse, the better.”
“I think you’re much more suited to have mine up your arse, Malfoy,” he murmured against Draco’s skin, starting to thrust shallowly. He sucked on Draco’s shoulder as he watched the expression on the boy’s face in the mirror. “I think you’re rather enjoying this.” He thrust a little harder, changing his angle a bit, and Malfoy let out a yelp, his eyes widening in surprise.
“You liked that?” Harry asked, trying to find the angle again.
“No, of course...oh FUCK!” Harry had found the spot again, and pleasure exploded through Draco’s nerves.
“You are enjoying this.” Harry thrust at the spot again and again, reaching his hand around to grasp Draco’s cock.
“Oh, Merlin, yes, keep doing that,” Draco begged, his eyes shut in concentration as the sensations bombarded him. He felt the pressure building in his balls, and he opened his eyes and saw Harry’s piercing green eyes watching him intently in the mirror. He could not look away, and soon he was screaming as he came violently into Harry’s hand.
Harry felt Draco’s muscles pulsing firmly around him, and the exquisite pressure sent him over the edge as well. He gave a strangled yell, doing his best to prevent his knees from giving out under him, as he spurted strongly, deep within Draco.
The two of them stood as they were for a moment, still watching themselves in the mirror. They were panting, sweaty, disheveled, and very aware that they were still joined intimately. Harry gently slipped free, but kept his arms around Draco. The two of them sank to the floor, too exhausted to keep themselves upright. Draco sat between Harry’s legs, leaning back against his chest, and Harry rested his chin on Draco’s shoulder.
“Wow,” Draco said, finally breaking the silence.
“Yeah,” Harry responded, sighing deeply. He paused a moment, then said, sheepishly, “Should I be feeling this good when I’ve just shagged a bloke? And a Malfoy, at that?”
“I’ll have you know that shagging a Malfoy is going to be the highlight of your sexual career,” Draco replied, in mock hauteur. “You won’t find an arse as sweet as mine no matter where you search, Potter, I’ve spoiled you for anyone else,” he laughed. “And as for me being male...just remember it’s the curse working and get over it. Neither of us has a choice in this, so we might as well enjoy it. I must say, though, it’s a good thing you’re a decent shag, or I’d have had to hang myself.” Harry could hear the smirk in his voice.
“Can’t fault natural talent, Malfoy,” Harry said, grinning.
“Cocky bastard,” Draco laughed. “So...who’ve you been practicing on?” Then he groaned, “Please tell me it’s not the Weasel.”
“Don’t be disgusting! He’s like my brother,” Harry said. “Besides, this was...” The rest of his words were unintelligible mumbles.
“This was what?” Draco asked, craning his head around to look at Harry.
“My first time,” Harry murmured, blushing scarlet.
“Oh!” Draco said. Then he mumbled back, “Mine too.”
“What?” Harry asked, incredulously, “you’ve never...?”
“Well, it’s not like I haven’t had opportunities, you know,” Draco said, defensively. “I get propositioned by half the school on a daily basis.”
“So why haven’t you taken anyone up on their offer?”
“I’d had my eye on someone, but he didn’t seem interested and I gave up on him a long time ago. And nobody else seemed nearly good enough.”
“He?” Harry asked.
“Yeah.”
“Draco Malfoy likes boys?”
“No, just that one. There was something about him that got my attention. But like I said, he didn’t seem interested. Too many differences between us, I suppose.”
“Oh.” Harry didn’t know what else to say. A few silent, though not uncomfortable moments passed. “Draco, I’m sorry about earlier...almost, you know, forcing you,” Harry said.
“It’s all right,” Draco replied, lightly. “And I’m sorry about the curse. Though I admit I am enjoying it just a little.” He chuckled. “Teasing you in Potions was the most fun I’ve had in a while.”
Harry laughed. “Well it was pure bloody torture, you bastard. I thought my cock was going to drill right through the desk at one point.”
“I did come up with a plan to avoid all that, you know. But if you’d rather suffer with the knowledge of how good it feels to fuck me while trying to tell yourself it can’t happen again...” he trailed off, feeling Harry’s teeth grazing his shoulder gently.
“So what was your suggestion again?” Harry asked, in almost a whisper.
Draco cleared his throat. “Erm...instead of trying to fight the curse, we just give in on a regular basis so as not to lose our minds?”
“Maybe it’s not such a bad idea,” Harry said softly.
Draco turned and quirked an eyebrow at him. “Of course it’s a good idea,” he said, smugly, “I came up with it.”
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