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Harry Potter, Virgin Extraordinaire	By : lordoberon Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 16229 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Ugh, this fic is getting obscenely long and gratuitous. *wince* sorry! I am happy people are enjoying it.

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HARRY POTTER, VIRGIN EXTRAORDINAIRE

An HP fanfic

by lordoberon

Chapter 5

He ended up in the hall outside Blaise’s flat. If Blaise wasn’t here, he’d have to wait. He was relieved that no one had seen him pop up out of thin air, and leaned against the wall between numbers thirteen and fourteen. Blaise was number thirteen and a half, technically. Harry thought of number twelve, Grimmauld Place. If he moved there, he’d be closer to Blaise. He’d looked up the location earlier. But then he’d have all those memories to deal with, too.

An arm reached out of nowhere, and Harry found himself sucked through the wall. He was reminded strongly of platform nine and three quarters from his Hogwarts days.

“There you are,” Blaise breathed. His breath was of alcohol, but he was steady on his feet. He immediately pulled Harry into the closest room, which was the random one with assorted things in it. Pushing Harry into the soft, plushy chair by the desk, he kissed him.

His kiss was delicious. He slipped his tongue into Harry softly, and moved it slow, dipping it in and out, in and out, until Harry chased after it. He moaned when Blaise’s tongue stroked his, and felt himself hardening already.

They pulled apart. Harry asked, “Did you wait long? How was the wedding?”

Blaise shook his head. “I didn’t wait long. The wedding was way too damn long. But it was good. I enjoyed the dancing, and the games. The worst part was when Pansy showed up screaming. I had to take her away and calm her down, and Draco was furious with me for not having taking better care of her last night. Somehow he’d heard about it, probably from Nott. That nag is always telling Draco everything. I explained.”

“E-explained?” Harry squeaked.

Blaise laughed. “Don’t worry! I didn’t tell him it was you I was busy with. I know you value your privacy, and I value mine. Speaking of busy, what have you been up to?”

All the depression and frustration that had been swimming in Harry dove up to choke him. “Nothing,” he grumbled, “nothing.”

One eyebrow quirked up. Blaise was still wearing a pair of silvery dress robes. “That ‘nothing’ sure has a lot of something in it. Come, have a drink.”

He took Harry’s hand and brought him into the dining room, where he poured Harry a generous amount of fire whiskey. Harry took a gulp, sighing at the burning that sizzled down his throat and belly. “Mm. Thanks.”

Blaise leaned forward, and took a sip straight from the bottle. Harry watched his adam’s apple bob, and wanted suddenly to lick Blaise – his throat, his chest, his buttocks even, and that glorious, thick cock that had entered Harry and pounded him so mercilessly…his breath quickened.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Blaise asked, opening his eyes briefly before taking another swig.

“No,” Harry said, gasping as he finished his drink far too fast. He stumbled when he got up, and leaned swaying against the wall. “I want…you. I want you to…fuck me…against…something. In that room.” He pointed at the room across the hall way.

Blaise laughed loudly, and then his glittering gaze locked with Harry, and he licked his lips. “I always liked your honesty,” he purred. “Why that room? It’s dangerous. I’ve got loads of mysterious shit in there.”

Harry shrugged. “I like it.”

“Alright.”

Blaise pulled Harry tight against him, and they wandered back into the room. Immediately Blaise had his thumbs hooked into the belt loops of Harry’s trousers, and he pushed Harry down into the plush desk chair again.

His heavier body sunk down over Harry, and he purposefully ground down, feeling Harry’s hardness there. Harry moaned, almost breathless at the sudden pleasure that rolled into him. God it felt good. This was just what he needed to feel better.

Blaise sprinkled kisses up and down Harry’s throat, even as his hands worked themselves under Harry’s shirt. “You dressed up for me,” he murmured hot in Harry’s ear, “I like that.”

Harry flushed. “I tried.”

Blaise yanked the shirt off of Harry, and tossed it over a pile of papers. “Success,” he declared. He kissed Harry, again and again, and then he licked over Harry nipples and bit with his teeth. Harry bucked his hips up against Blaise’s body, reveling in the sensation of Blaise’s hard cock against him.

“I want this,” he whispered, sliding his hand down over the tent in Blaise’s trousers.

Blaise groaned. “Even hungrier tonight. God, I hope we can do it more than once. I’ve got multiple slick surfaces to slide you over. Where do you want it?”

He smiled down at Harry, and lust was flaring in his eyes and trembling in his limbs. Harry licked his lips. “You know where.”

Blaise laughed. “Yes,” he kissed Harry’s ears, “yes,” he pried his fingers against the zipper of Harry’s trousers, “and yes,” he finished. In one move, he had Harry trouser-less, and he rubbed over the wetted, thin material of Harry’s underwear with a throaty moan.

Then his tongue was there, teasing the head of Harry’s erection with one lick. He pried Harry’s thighs wider apart with one firm gesture, and then he stood back to look, as if studying a piece of art.

“I’m not a museum display, or one of those paintings in your hall,” Harry growled. “Come on.”

Blaise smirked. “I can’t help it. I like to torture people.” His eyes seemed to say a lot there, and Harry wondered if Blaise tortured people outside of bedroom situations, too.

“If you don’t come over here, I’m going to tackle you,” Harry threatened.

Blaise smiled widely. “Oh? I’m sure you get a lot of practice in your job as an Auror.”

“Rarely, actually. I stun them first. Only sometimes do I get to tackle them.”

“Hmm. But you’re quite fit, so you must get a lot of exercise on the job. Plenty more than I get standing announcing and sitting on my arse for radio.”

Blaise knelt down on his knees suddenly, and crawled forward. Harry waited with baited breath. He moaned as Blaise’s head moved between his thighs, and then that hot tongue was torturing him, pressing over the tent in his underwear over and over.

“Please,” Harry gasped, “You got me drunk, and now I’m going to blow it right now if you don’t hurry up.”

“Yes, that fire whiskey is strong, isn’t it?” Blaise was smirking at him. He pulled the last piece of Harry’s clothing down with two fingers, and his eyes brightened. “Well, hello.”

Harry laughed at Blaise’s greeting of his cock, and then his breath seemed to disappear as Blaise’s eager tongue licked over it. “AH!” Harry shouted. “Merlin! Fuck! You must…do this…all the time.”

Blaise murmured against his skin, “I haven’t kept count. I’m glad that the rumor about your…assets…turns out to be true…the tabloids surmised it to be sizeable…perhaps it’s requisite of heroes…”

Laughing, he blew a breath over Harry’s sensitive skin. Harry shook.

Then his tongue was – ohh, Merlin! It was in Harry’s hole, fucking him again, and then it was all over his balls and his cock and sucking his erection in, and Harry thrust into that amazing heat before bursting his load straight down Blaise’s throat. The Slytherin worked him thoroughly. When he was done feasting, he pushed himself onto Harry’s lap in one move, and murmured, “Now you have to do something for me.”

Harry lay there, just concentrating on the orgasm trickling away. He opened his eyes blearily. “What is it?”

“Well, it’s a little…experiment. It’s something I’ve done a few times, and I want the chance to do it with you. You’re very passionate, uninhibited, and I think it’s really hot. I want to use it to our advantage. You’ve been in strip clubs, right?”

Harry nodded. “Of course.”

Blaise smiled. “Good. Well have you ever gone to the back? To the BDSM area?”

Harry shook his head, swallowing hard. “No. Um, look, I’m not really into getting uh, chained up or something…”

“No, not you, me.” Blaise stretched wonderfully, and Harry admired the shape of his body while he felt Blaise’s hardness against him at the same time. “I want you to use your strength on me.”

Harry’s mouth opened. “What, you want me to like…tie you up, or something? I really, I don’t like hurting people.”

Blaise nodded. “I know. But this is different. You’ll just use your hands, and hit me until I come. Hit my arse.”

Harry’s mouth worked to get saliva, and he felt desire burn through him unbidden. He liked Blaise’s arse, and he wouldn’t mind seeing more of it. But he disliked the idea of hurting anyone. What if he hit too hard? Then again, it was just his hand, it’s not like he would be using an instrument. He pictured himself smacking Blaise’s arse, and found the image engrossing. Heat rose in his belly.

“I…”

“I can tell you like it. But you can say no, if you want. I want you to feel completely free with me. You can always say no to anything.”

Harry smiled, because he knew that Blaise had remembered what he’d said about being stuck with Ginny, and how now he was free. Arousal was creeping into him, but he still wasn’t sure. “Um…”

“I’ll get ready just in case. Think about it.”

Blaise got up off of him, and leaned over against the opposite wall. He reached back and grabbed a handful of the silvery cloth of his robes, and slid them up off his body in a moment. He wore nothing underneath. Harry panted as he watched that robe rise, and stared at Blaise’s full, juicy arse when it was revealed. He lolled his tongue around his mouth, thinking. Blaise really liked this sort of thing?

“Don’t you feel…nervous…that the person will hurt you?” He couldn’t help but wonder.

Blaise locked his hands against the rim of an empty shelf, and with a whisk of his wand, the bottles of potions flew over to pile neatly on his desk, out of the way. He then used a sticking charm to make sure the shelf wouldn’t budge.

“Sometimes,” he replied, “but that’s half the fun, honestly. I like the suspense. Besides, I trust you.”

Harry squirmed. He hadn’t realized Blaise was so kinky. Liking pain? He couldn’t really understand it. But he wanted to please Blaise, and he wanted to touch Blaise’s arse, it was true.

Slowly, he eased off the chair, and walked over to Blaise’s side of the room. Blaise was leaning over, head bent between his shoulders, and his arse was stuck out just begging to be fondled in some fashion. Harry reached out and groped Blaise’s arse, and both moaned at once.

Then he stepped forward, closer, and began to knead that sweet arse with one hand, then the other, then both at the same time. Blaise groaned softly at his touch, whispering, “Yes…”

Harry kneaded harder, firmer, testing, and still Blaise moaned. Harry was hard now, and when he pushed forward and slid his hard cock over the soft skin of those cheeks, it actually got him a whimper. He wondered if Blaise wanted his cock inside him. Maybe this had all been a hint towards that. But he’d never fucked an arse before, although he had to admit, if he wanted to fuck one, it was Blaise’s. Harry pressed his cock so that it nestled in Blaise’s crack, warmed by the two cheeks.

“Mmm, Harry,” Blaise said throatily, “you know how to get me going.”

Experimentally, breathing a little harder now, Harry pushed his cock up Blaise’s crack and down a little. He knew if he angled differently, he could enter Blaise, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready for that yet. Blaise moaned at his little wriggle, and wriggled back. Mmm. Harry liked seeing that.

He pulled back, and pushed his hand against Blaise’s arse again. Then, with his hand still there, he said, “Erm…tell me if it’s…too hard, or something.”

A rustle of dark curls told him yes.

Harry decided not to think about it. Plus, he wanted to know what Blaise’s reaction would be. So he moved his hand back, and in one quick strike, slapped Blaise’s arse, hard.

“YES!” Blaise ground out, “Just like that. More. More.”

Harry was surprised that Blaise liked it that much. He couldn’t help the curls of desire that wrenched inside him. He raised his hand again and smacked equally hard. When he did it a third time, he started to develop a rhythm. He watched the flush burn up and down Blaise’s cheeks, and alternated on which cheek he struck. The Slytherin was pushing back against him, groaning, cursing, and whispering Harry’s name.

Harder, faster, he smacked Blaise’s arse again and again, one, two, three – every strike earned him a moan, and Harry realized that his hand hurt, but he didn’t want to stop. His cock was so hard now, hearing Blaise’s sounds, and he wanted a taste now of that flushed skin –

His knees crackled as he knelt on the floor, and he arced his tongue softly over the sensitive, burning reddened flesh where he’d hit Blaise. A whimper came from Blaise again, and his breathing was loud and fast in the air. When Harry’s tongue dipped over Blaise’s crack, passing it by, a short, “Harry,” fell from Blaise’s lips.

Harry licked and licked, and then suckled with his mouth, groaning at he rode the waves of pleasure that this sent through him. He bit down, hard, and the sound that Blaise’s beautiful voice made almost forced him to come right then and there.

Then, obedient, curious, he moved his tongue back over to Blaise’s crack, and shoved it deep in, down, down, down…Blaise was trembling against him, his skin so warm, and when Harry finally found the hole and pushed his tongue into it, swirling, a sobbing moan, low and delicious, came from Blaise. At the same time the Slytherin was practically pushing Harry to the floor, back, because he wanted it so much, wanted more.

Harry obeyed, shyly prying the cheeks apart with two thumbs, and buried his face deep in Blaise’s arse. His cock was throbbing against his belly, hurting, and Blaise’s pants and moans and pushing was so good. Harry thrust in harder, whimpering himself, and at the same time now he slid his hand up to grab Blaise’s cock.

The erection in his hand was huge, leaking, begging for attention, and Harry felt his own twitch in response as he held that beautiful thing in his hand. He rubbed a thumb over it appreciatively, still licking in Blaise’s hole. His hand remained there as Blaise released, his come spurting out in shoots, wetting his belly and dripping down onto Harry’s hand where it sat hot. It was amazing to feel that all happening in his hand.

Harry moaned, and whispered, “Hold on a moment, I just have to – “

He stood up, shaky, groaning at the weight of his erection. Harry leaned over Blaise’s shaking body, and after slicking his cock with Blaise’s come from his hand, he used his hand as a guide, easing his cock past his fingertips and into Blaise’s slick hole. It was hard not to come as soon as that amazing hot flesh was hugging his cock, but he resisted. When he was all the way in, compulsively his hips jerked up, once, twice, and then he shot his load hard and deep into Blaise’s body.

The other man moaned at the sensation, gasping Harry’s name. When Harry was done, he leaned back against Harry’s body, pulling him closer with one arm. His mouth kissed the underside of Harry’s jaw, and he said warmly, dazedly, “You, are…mm. so good, god, Harry.”

“Thanks,” Harry flushed. “You, too. I think I liked the er, spanking, after all.”

Blaise turned around, and his hands caressed Harry’s shoulders and swept down his arms. “Mmm. It certainly seemed so to me. And your tongue…you’ve got to use that more on me. I’ll let you eat things off me if you want to, just to get it.”

Harry laughed, blushing at the further kinky ideas that seemed to float easily into Blaise’s mind. Harry would’ve never thought of something like that, honestly. His experiences of sex with Ginny and the other woman he’d had a one night thing with were very straightforward and predictable. Blaise was much more exciting.

Blaise was smiling at him and looking at him deeply. His gaze roved all over Harry’s body. It made goose bumps prickle up Harry’s arms. He walked around Harry and sat down, naked with come on his front and his back, in the desk chair. His arms reached out, and he said, “Please, use that tongue on me, Harry.”

So Harry did. He licked over Blaise’s ears, suckling hard. He teethed a trail down Blaise’s neck, and licked feathery soft. His hands stroked over Blaise’s arms while his teeth nipped at Blaise’s nipples, twisting, and then he licked down, down Blaise’s torso. When he got near Blaise’s cock, the Slytherin moaned, and said, “Play with me, torture me, please. Ignore the most important bits for a moment.”

It was hard to ignore Blaise’s cock, but Harry did so, slicking a trail down from Blaise’s navel to his hip to his thighs. There he bit, and sucked, taking in the sweat and heat of Blaise’s flesh, the moans, the flavor of soft skin. He enjoyed the hard muscles there, and he was surprised at how areas beyond Blaise’s cock and arse were interesting. He discovered that Blaise had sensitive inner thighs, and a scar above one knee. He stroked over Blaise’s feet with his hands, and then, unable to stop himself, he reached back and kneaded Blaise’s arse again.

Blaise touched him, too. His hands traced over Harry with light touches, pressing, massaging. His tongue gave little hinting licks – at Harry’s side, to his cock, to his neck. Then he turned Harry around and grunted as Harry fell ungracefully into his lap. His hand stroked up Harry’s ear into his hair, and he pushed his nose against Harry’s head again as he had the night before, taking in Harry’s scent, or just being close, Harry wasn’t sure which.

It felt good to lie over another body, and to have Blaise whisper his name and touch him gently. It wasn’t sexual, his touches to Harry’s mouth, brow, and neck. Yet somehow the tickle of those fingertips over Harry’s skin made Harry pant in need. He wondered how in hell Blaise was able to do that.

When he leaned his head back to rest on Blaise’s shoulder, the other man sprinkled kisses across his ear and down his neck. His fingers traced Harry’s collarbones, slid down to rub around Harry’s navel. At the same time his free hand was firmly resting on Harry’s hip. It was like he was saying he owned Harry, and it was intimate. Harry realized he liked it. He liked this closeness.

“Your wish is my command,” Blaise whispered in his ear, “We seem to be trading favors, here. What would you like?”

Harry smiled, and pressed a kiss to Blaise’s cheek. “Hmm. Let me think.”

Then he laughed loudly, and turned around in Blaise’s lap. “What do you think I want? I want what I came here for.” He wrapped his fingers around Blaise’s cock. “And you’re here for the same reason. Unless you want me to do it, this time.”

He wasn’t sure if he wanted Blaise to say yes, fuck me, but he thought he’d rather have Blaise take him again. He wanted all those wondrous sensations that he’d never felt before again, and all of Blaise’s expertise and teasing and passion.

A glint came into Blaise’s eyes. “I have an idea of how to make it a little different,” he said. “Do you mind some exercise this time? You’re fit, you can handle it.”

Harry nodded. “I can handle it. What is it?”

Blaise accioed the lube, and again he put it in Harry’s hands, saying, “Slick me up.”

Harry smiled. He popped open the tube quickly, and squirted some in his hands. Then, eagerly, he took hold of Blaise’s cock and began to slick it up, just like Blaise had said. At the touch of his fingers, Blaise’s cock began to harden. When Harry kissed Blaise, hard and long, it was amazing to feel Blaise’s cock stir in his grip and burgeon.

“Wow,” he breathed. Blaise laughed at his virginal reaction, and Harry flushed. He worked his thumb over the head of Blaise’s cock, teasing, and scraped his fingernails down the length. Blaise panted. He took the balls in his hand and played with them, groping, stroking, and then went back up to the length. When he pressed kisses to Blaise’s body at the same time, Blaise moaned.

Harry encouraged Blaise with a single lick; and now Blaise’s cock was fully erect and ready. Harry swallowed at the sight of it. He looked up at Blaise and asked, “Now what?”

A devilish grin was on Blaise’s mouth. He grabbed Harry’s hands and pulled them away from his cock. “Now,” he breathed, “You’re going to hold it, and you’re going to ease your beautiful bum onto it, and I’m going to fuck you into tomorrow, over and over, across every horizontal or comfortable surface of my flat. We’ll do a course on vertical one-oh-one another time.”

Harry grinned back. “Okay. Didn’t I already get an intro to vertical one-oh-one yesterday?”

“Yes.” Blaise grabbed his hips now, and Harry eased himself up onto his knees. He was grateful for Blaise’s help, but he didn’t feel he needed it just now. He gently smoothed Blaise’s hands up to his sides, instead.

Then he was holding Blaise’s cock, and leaning down, and he positioned that beautiful thing beneath him. He eased down till the head was at his entrance, and slowly, slowly sat down.

“Oh…fucking Merlin Christ Jesus,” Harry blasphemed, “Blaise!”

“That’s…more like it,” Blaise gasped, “Use me as a swear. Say it all you want.”

Blaise’s hot, swollen cock was sliding up, up, deeper into Harry. When it reached the deepest it could go, Harry grunted as it touched against that uber sensitive spot.

He let it sit there a moment, basking in its heat and fullness, breathing in and out. Then, instinctively, he moved. He shifted his hips up a little, and brought them back down. “Oooh.” On the next try, he shifted up higher, and brought himself down harder. “OH!”

That felt good! He eased himself higher this time, higher, breathing deeply in, and – down! Pleasure sprang through him; he felt electrocuted with it.

“You’re good at this,” Blaise remarked breathily. He sounded pleased.

Harry pushed up, and then down again, harder, deeper, and this time it was like he saw stars behind his eyelids. “Blaise, Blaise,” he groaned, and didn’t know what else to say. He had no thought left. He was only the tilt of his hips up, and the push down. Blaise’s cock was smooth inside him, and it burned on the way in sometimes, but it was a good burn.

He crunched his body up and then down, harder, faster. Blaise’s hands clenched his wrists painfully hard. Harry watched blood trickle down Blaise’s lip as the Slytherin bit himself. “Harry,” he gasped, “You’re a natural. It must be all that Quidditch broom riding…” he smirked at his own dirty little joke, and Harry laughed.

“Yes,” he agreed, pushing even harder now, “I should be excellent at riding anything, after brooms, and hippogriffs, and dragons…”

Blaise pushed back at him, suddenly, swiftly, and at that move the pleasure positively roared through Harry. He shouted. “Do that…again,” he gasped, “Please!”

“Dragons,” Blaise growled, pushing up harder, faster, to match Harry’s quickened pace, “That was the year you weren’t at school, right? The dragon was from Gringotts.”

“Yes,” Harry breathed, and then as he and Blaise rocked against each other, fast and urgent, it became a chant: “Yes…oh yes…mmm….yes! Yes!”

The Slytherin was grunting below him, and his hands were clenched hard over Harry’s arse, over his hips, driving himself in deeper. Harry felt Blaise’s cock hit his prostate more than once. He held onto Blaise’s shoulders hard, possibly digging deep scratches accidentally with his fingernails.

“Faster, Harry,” Blaise demanded.

In response, Harry bounced over Blaise’s cock. He squeezed over it, and noticed that if he squeezed his arse really tight over Blaise’s cock, while at the same time that cock drove deep inside him, they both got the most satisfaction. So he drove himself onto it quicker, bouncing, but clenching more. His muscles began to ache from the workout, but he appreciated the sweat. Blaise’s fingers glided over his body, touching him here, there, everywhere.

His cock was aching and jiggling. Blaise’s fingers were teasing it. Harry was bouncing fast, moaning as he went, and then Blaise snapped his hips up so fast that it made him shout with the pleasure. Again Blaise did that move, and again. They were holding onto each other now tightly, riding the pleasure waves, and then it got so high and wonderful that Harry was shouting himself hoarse as Blaise’s cock pounded at that sweet spot. Oh it felt so blissful! Mmm! He wanted it more!

He paused when Blaise’s cock was in him, and drove himself deeper, wriggling over Blaise’s cock and clenching. He clenched over and over, and Blaise looked beautiful. He was lying back against the chair, mouth open, eyes fluttering open and shut, alternately blissed out and eyeing Harry. His hands were tangled in Harry’s hair. Harry lifted himself up again and slammed home hard. He did this several times, clenching, twisting, and pounding that hard flesh as deep it could go within him.

With a grunt Blaise shot his load deep in Harry, and at almost the same time Harry sprayed his finish over their bellies. He collapsed on top of Blaise, panting like he’d just run a race. Sweat dried on his body with air from an open window, and he shivered at the night’s sudden cold, and burrowed deeper into Blaise’s warm embrace.

“Wonderful, Harry,” Blaise said quietly into his hair. “Like I said, you’re a natural.”

Harry mumbled a nothing and burrowed himself even deeper in. “Mmm. I like your ideas, Blaise.”

Blaise laughed low in his throat. “I like your execution.”

They lay like that for a time, and Harry couldn’t stop from smiling. It felt so good to be with someone again. When he was with Ginny, there was always some tension in the background, even after having enjoyed each other. With Blaise, he was at ease.

Those long fingers stroked up and down his scalp, up and down, and Harry made an “mm” of appreciation. Then he sat up a little, sticky with sweat and come, and whispered, “Shower?”

Blaise nodded agreement. He followed Harry down the hall, through his room, and into the bathroom. There, he turned on the taps, and slipping into the steamy heat, beckoned that Harry follow.

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Next: food play, and talk, and maybe the going out to dinner... and maybe Draco will show up... I see some confrontation there happening... don't worry, this won't become a threesome. This one stays HP/BZ.
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