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Shiloe: Just the Two of Us	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 11759 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Shiloe felt along the bond with Draco, feeling that the blonde was up to something. He was getting strange sensations through the bond. There was an almost irritating rush of nervousness, followed by a flush of giddy excitement, then a rush of peace and arousal for a few moments, then the cycle would start up again.
He frowned, and concentrated on pinpointing where the blonde was at the moment. He was in a bathroom.
‘What could Draco be doing in a bathroom that would have him feeling like that?!’ He wondered.
After it happened a few more times, he went to check, stepping into the alcove that seemed to have been added to the common room specifically for Lo to shadow-walk through, and reappearing right outside the bathroom he could tell Draco was in, thanking Hogwarts mentally for all the terribly accommodating shadowy places it held seemingly everywhere.
He walked into the bathroom and called out: “Draco? What are you doing?”
There was a quick frission of fear from the bond, and a breathy “Hang on!” from Draco. Shiloe saw the tell-tale glow of a minor healing charm being cast from the stall Draco’s voice had come from, then the door opened and Draco stepped out, looking as cool and unruffled as ever. “Yes, Shiloe?” He asked, eyebrow arched.
Shiloe crossed his arms and leaned against the sink, looking calmly at Draco. “What exactly were you doing in there?” He asked, curiosity piqued.
Draco flushed, and Shiloe felt a brief flash of fear and shame from the bond. “I was, um, wanking.” He answered.
Shiloe snorted. “Nice try. You wouldn’t be afraid of me asking if you’d been just wanking, plus you forget, I. Can. SEE. Magic. Wanking doesn’t require healing spells afterward, unless you’re REALLY kinky.” He answered. “The truth?” He pressed.
Draco flushed. “It’s none of your business. I’m fine!”
“Don’t make me force you to tell me. If you’re doing something dangerous to yourself, I need to know. I can’t live if any of you die, remember?” Shiloe pressed, staring hard at Draco.
“Really, it’s nothing to worry about. I have things under control.”
Suddenly, the ebb-and-flow of the emotions he’d felt and the healing spell he’d seen clicked in his head. He sighed. “Draco, if you need the physical release that bad, you can always come to me. I can help you in a way that will be mutually beneficial; You’ll get the pain and relief you need, and I can get a Feeding, too. There have been plenty of Shiloe in the past that cut. If that’s what you need, let me be there. Do this safely, with me. Too many things can go wrong if you insist on cutting alone. If I lose you, I can’t go on.” He whispered, pulling the blonde into his arms.
Draco trembled. “You don’t think less of me?” He whispered, feeling slightly more ashamed than he had earlier. “You don’t think I’m weak?”
Shiloe shook his head. “No, never. I understand. Is it just the pain, or is there an eroticism to it, as well?” He asked, making sure he wasn’t taking things wrong.
“It…” Draco gulped, pulling away and looking at his feet. “It’s erotic, yes.” He answered. “But that doesn’t make me a bottom!” He snapped, looking into Shiloe’s face defiantly.
Shiloe chuckled. “Calm down, Draco. I never meant to imply that you were anything other than a top. You can be a top and still want to be submissive in this one thing.” He gathered Draco close again and kissed him. “Were you done for tonight, or do you want to join me in my rooms so we can explore this kink of yours further?”
Draco flushed. “No, I wasn’t done. We can go.” He answered, a small smile on his lips. “You won’t tell my father?” He checked, as Shiloe led him out to the alcove.
Shiloe simply raised a brow and asked, “Tell him what?” before he stepped, pulling Draco with him.
Draco gasped at the dizzying feeling that was shadow-walking, and Shiloe chuckled. “Yes, that happens the first few times.” He explained.
“Did you just Apparate in Hogwarts?! And why did it feel so… Not like Side-along?” Draco demanded.
Shiloe rolled his eyes. “You can’t Apparate within Hogwarts, not even I can, so no. That was shadow-walking. It’s different, and if you’re very good, maybe you’ll get to do it again sometime.”
Draco blinked. “That’s pretty awesome.” He replied.
Shiloe simply smirked and grabbed his hand, pulling him to Salazar’s rooms. “Come on, let’s get to a bed so we can do this comfortably.”
They got into the room and Draco pulled off his shirt as Shiloe set up silencing charms. “No use in risking it getting dirty, which it might if I do this lying down. I never have before.” He explained.
Shiloe nodded. “Do you use a conjured knife, or a spell? Which would you prefer?” He asked.
“I use Diffindo.” Draco admitted with a small blush.
Shiloe watched as he laid on the bed. “Do you want me to do it? Or just be here in case I’m needed?”
Draco blinked slowly, then took a deep breath. “I trust you.” He answered, his fingers uncurling from his wand, letting it lie on the bed next to him.
Shiloe smiled, then brought out Ducen. ‘I need the power of this spell carefully checked, Ducen.’ He told his wand via the mental link.
*I will keep your powers in check, Master. You will not hurt the boy more than is necessary.* Ducen dutifully replied.
“Where should I cast?” Shiloe asked.
“I usually stick to my arms, or sometimes my chest. Nothing too deep, but enough to draw blood.” He answered. “Seeing the blood… It helps.” He answered, unable to explain it better.
Shiloe nodded. “I understand.” He carefully stretched Draco’s arm out and cast a Diffindo on his inner forearm, halfway between elbow and wrist. He watched Draco’s face as the blood welled up in the cut, noting that the blonde’s pupils dilated as he watched it, and knew that his were doing the same, from the delicious smell of the blood.
He licked his lips, and Draco’s eyes flicked to his face. “Again.” He breathed.
Shiloe cast another carefully controlled charm, cutting another stripe just below the one that was still bleeding minutely. He swallowed, watching the blood raptly.
Draco moaned, closing his eyes. “Lick it up.” He whispered, the sound barely audible over both their rasping breaths, but Shiloe heard.
He sucked in a startled breath and leaned down, licking over both cuts, and Draco moaned, his trousers growing impossibly tight.
Draco knew now that he’d never feel the urge to do this alone again. “Again.” He hissed, opening his eyes and watching as Shiloe cut him once more, directly above the other two this time. “Yesss!” He breathed, arching. “Suck it!” He ordered.
Shiloe bent and fastened his mouth over the cut, sucking at it to draw the blood into his mouth faster.
“Merlin!” Draco shouted, bringing his free hand up to fist in his hair as his hips shot upwards, desperately seeking friction, and finding none. “I need—“
Shiloe released the arm and rolled on top of Draco, giving him something to grind up against as he trailed his wand around a nipple. “Chest sound good now?” He checked.
Draco whimpered and nodded. “Yes, MERLIN, yes!”
Shiloe cast another Diffindo on the blonde’s chest, licking the blood as soon as it showed.
Draco was panting and writhing, bucking up under Shiloe, thrusting his cock against the other teen’s desperately as he mewled. “More!” He gasped out.
Shiloe cast again, careful to put less power into the spell, knowing that Draco was close to the limit of blood he could safely lose in one night.
“Gods, Merlin, Shiloe, fuck me!”
Shiloe raised his head, pupils dilating further at what he was SURE he’d misheard. “What?” He asked in shock.
Draco heaved in a breath, opening his eyes, a small sliver of silver showing around blown pupils. “Fuck. Me.” Draco panted, staring into Shiloe’s eyes intently.
Shiloe blinked. Twice. “Are you sure?” He asked.
Draco growled. “Yes! Now stick your cock IN me, dammit!” He urged, grinding upwards against Shiloe again.
Shiloe chuckled breathily, pulling at the fasteners of Draco’s trousers before he grabbed Ducen and muttered the spell to disrobe them both quickly. He lubed his fingers and slid one carefully into Draco.
Tight. SO tight.
Draco moaned, pressing back against the finger and closing his eyes again.
Shiloe brushed up against Draco’s prostate and the blonde’s eyes snapped open. “What the fuck—“ He moaned again, his eyes rolling back in his head. “Hell, if someone had just TOLD me it felt THAT good…” He gasped out, pushing back as Shiloe added a second finger, chuckling.
“It gets even better, my lovely incubus.” He promised, twisting the fingers, earning himself another delicious mewl from Draco. He added the third finger and stretched the tight opening carefully.
Draco was tossing his head, moaning incoherently as he pushed back against Shiloe’s fingers. “Yes, yes, SO GOOD! In me, now!”
Shiloe lubed himself and guided his cock to Draco’s entrance, pushing in carefully and sheathing himself fully in one long, slow slide. He paused to take a few breaths and looked down at Draco’s face. “You okay?” He checked.
Draco panted a few times, then clenched down, chuckling when Shiloe cursed under his breath. “Yes. Merlin, Shiloe, why didn’t you TELL me it felt like this?”
Shiloe raised an eyebrow and slid out, then back in, slowly. “I thought you didn’t want to know. You’d never expressed an interest before.” He explained, sliding in and out of Draco’s body slowly as he spoke.
Draco moaned again, one hand gripping the bedspread as the other came up to tangle in Shiloe’s hair. “I’m interested now.” He panted.
Shiloe slid one hand down to grip Draco’s cock. “I can tell. How does it feel, Draco?”
“Fuck, SO good! Fuck me harder.” He demanded, arching.
Shiloe thrust harder, stroking Draco in time with his thrusts, determined to make it good for him.
Draco’s eyes shot open and his body seemed to convulse before he was coming, screaming loud enough to make the silencing charm tremble, but it held, thankfully.
Shiloe chuckled, collapsing onto Draco as his orgasm left him feeling boneless. “Was it good for you?” He asked.
Draco smacked his ass half-heartedly. “Prat. Heal me, would you?”
Shiloe recovered Ducen, who had been lying off to the side, tossed carelessly away in the heat of passion, and cast careful healing charms on the cuts he’d left. “Are you going to stay here tonight?” He asked.
Draco shrugged. “I might as well.” He decided, curling into Shiloe. “I’ll have Dobby bring me clothes in the morning.” He peered up at Shiloe. “This still doesn’t make me a bottom. It was just the once.”
Shiloe smiled. “Of course.”
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