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Engorgio	By : constantvigilance Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 19721 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 6
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- 8
Title: Engorgio Part 7

Author: Constant Vigilance

Status: WIP

Email: tirel@pcnuthut.com

Website: http://www.angelfire.com/tv2/firebird_ascending/

Rating: NC-17 overall

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Spoilers: AU. Characters aged up
to age of consent.

Warnings: Slash, rimming, fisting

Disclaimer: I own nothing. JKR is
God.

Summary: Vince casts an
enlargement spell�on the wrong person.

Notes: This came from a Spam
Challenge on After Class @ yahoo. WittchWay had just about enough of Enlarge
Your Penis! Spammers and suggested we use their nefariousness against them. I
changed the pairing but the idea remains hers.

When the final set of
trousers and pants were sized, Draco slowly removed them. He cast a shy look
across the room and smiled. �So�um�� he couldn�t believe that he was actually
stumbling over how to ask for a shag. �Do�do you want to see just how big this
thing can get?� he gestured to his cock.

Harry�s eyes lit up and a
grin found it�s way onto his lips. �Are you sure?� Draco settled for a nod, his
lips too dry to risk opening his mouth again. Harry waggled his eyebrows and
practically hopped up and down. �You�re on!�

Draco smirked, back in
familiar territory now that he�d seen Harry�s interest. �I will be,� he purred.

Harry�s breath caught at
the throaty sound and his eyes took a brief detour from that delectable mouth,
roaming over the rest of Draco's perfect body. �I�� his voice broke and he had
to start again. �I need a second to get ready,� he said hoarsely.

�Bathroom�s that way,�
Draco gestured. Harry nodded and took a step, nearly stumbling over his own
feet. By the time he had made it to the bathroom door, though, his confidence
was peeking out again.

He stopped and looked back
over his shoulder. �I promise not to smell like lilacs,� he grinned cheekily.
The door shut on the sound of laughter. While Harry was occupied, Draco took a
moment to get ready as well. He cast a trimming spell on his nails and set out
a pot of lube. Wouldn�t Snape be interested to know that Draco was already well
informed on how to make lubrication potions? This particular one smelled, not
of the cinnamon that Snape liked, but rather of soft buttery vanilla.

He tidied the room a bit,
sending his trousers and pants back to their proper places with one quick
spell. He pulled out some candles from the bottom drawer of his dresser and had
just lit them when the bathroom door opened. Draco flung himself onto the bed,
attempting to look relaxed and supine in 2.3 seconds. Harry stepped out and
Draco forgot what he�d been doing.

Harry was bronzed from
working in the sun over the summer. He was slightly built, not unlike Draco,
but was obviously muscled. His chest was bare, but a trail picking up just
below his belly button was pointing unerringly toward a magnificently hung
cock. Harry was half hard and his foreskin was pulled up enough that the very
tip of his glans could be seen peeking out. He was nearly the size that Draco
had been before curse/hex/charm had mangled his bits.

Harry was quickly turning
pink from Draco's appreciative inspection. He moved forward hesitantly and then
practically flung himself onto the bed. The force of his impact nearly threw
Draco off and they had a short scuffle, each trying to catch the other without
falling off themselves. A fit of giggles overcame them at the absurdity of the
moment and the tension was broken.

Draco took the lead,
running his hand down from Harry�s shoulder over the curve of his back and up
the slight slope of his hip. Harry shivered and smiled into Draco's eyes. He
placed his own hand on Draco's chest, tracing a line down from Draco's
collarbone, past his nipples and over his abs. Draco returned the shudder. Eyes
never leaving one another, Draco leaned forward and lowered his lips to Harry�s
skin.

The skin was baby soft
against his lips. He opened them slightly and let his tongue slip out, tasting
the slight sheen of sweat from Harry�s nervousness. Draco felt his cock begin
filling for the first time at the salty taste of Harry�s body and the tiny moan
that escaped Harry�s throat. Breaking eye contact, Draco licked a line of what
felt like fire to Harry down the arch of Harry�s neck. He pulled the flesh over
Harry�s Adam�s apple into his mouth and sucked.

Harry moaned again and
reached down to tug Draco's head back up to kiss him, desperately needing to
feel those beautiful lips on his own, taking him�claiming him. His tongue
darted out to trace the outline of Draco's pouty pink lips. Draco retaliated by
taking Harry�s bottom lip in between his teeth and tugging slightly. Their
mouths melted into each other and after a moment, they lost track of whose
tongue was in whose mouth. It was just one beautiful, hot, sensuous dance. The
rasping warmth of tongues as they dueled in this as they had dueled in
everything else.

Harry traced Draco's teeth,
finding a slight chip on a back molar. He loved finding this small imperfection
on the otherwise perfect Slytherin Prince. Draco outlined the roof of Harry�s
mouth, grinning against Harry�s lips when the tickling of his tongue caused
Harry to giggle.

He pulled away, kissing
the side of Harry�s lips, his chin, his neck. He moved down Harry�s chest,
raking his tongue over Harry�s nipples. Thrilling to the arch of Harry�s back,
the slight thrust of Harry�s cock against his hip. Harry groaned his appreciation,
sinking his fingers into Draco's soft hair. Draco hummed his way down Harry�s
chest, tracing over each ab and kissing down to his belly.

He thrust his tongue into
Harry�s belly button in a foreshadowing of delights to come and Harry whimpered
and thrust up again, needing to feel that tongue elsewhere. Draco scooted down
further, the silk of the coverlet sliding across his own cock, which he
absently noted didn�t feel all that different from his original cock. There was
just more surface area to become aroused at Harry�s mewling whimpers.

He nuzzled the furry mound
from whence Harry�s cock thrust proudly, leaking it�s enjoyment down the
velvety shaft. Draco breathed in deeply, his desire coiling in his belly at the
man-musk scent that tickled his nose. He loved that it was Harry he smelled.
That it was Harry beneath him. That it was Harry alone for whom his cock was
aching.

He sat up a bit, letting a
warm breath waft over Harry�s shaft. Harry�s cock twitched as it�s owner moaned
again, twisting his hips on the silken cover. Draco wrapped a hand around the
smooth flesh, gripping the base tightly for a moment before loosening his grip.
Harry�s hips shot up, trying to get more of that delightful pressure. More of
Draco's soft hands surrounding him.

Draco's right hand moved
up the shaft to Harry�s foreskin. He jacked it gently between his thumb and a
single forefinger, smiling when Harry gasped and his hands tightened in Draco's
hair. Jolts of pleasure ran through Harry�s body and he whimpered Draco's name reverently.
Draco moved his left hand down to Harry�s lightly furred sack, rolling the
balls within carefully around in his palm.

With both hands occupied,
and a halfhearted mental thank you to Snape for teaching multitasking, Draco
brought his tongue down to Harry�s soft inner thigh. He nipped the moistened
flesh, drawing patterns on the pure unmarked skin. He dragged his tongue up to
the crease between his thigh and the skin of the sack he was rolling in his
fingers. He licked around his own fingers, tasting the musky sweat scent.

He was trying so very desperately to ignore his own hard on. Trying to make
this perfect for Harry. He was so huge now. He knew that he would be hurting
Harry, regardless of any preparation, and wanted to give him as much pleasure
as possible before that moment arrived. Draco brought his tongue up to mingle
with his right hand, licking a path along the raised ridge on the outside of
Harry�s cock.

Harry moaned helplessly
and his hands jerked against Draco's scalp. Draco flicked his tongue over
Harry�s foreskin, marking every centimeter of the sweet treat, before sinking
his tongue under the ring of flesh and licking the head of Harry�s cock. Harry
yelled out his pleasure to the ceiling and his hips jerked again. Draco
continued his delicate attack on Harry�s cock, alternating between jacking
Harry with his fingers and licking the head of his cock, while his other hand
ventured further down to the smooth skin under Harry�s sac.

Draco pressed forcefully
against the skin and began to rub slightly. He was rewarded as Harry�s legs
fell apart and Harry gave himself up to Draco's assault. Harry�s mind floated
away on a cloud of blissful pleasure where the only sounds he could make were
small sighs and Draco's name. As Draco began to feel Harry�s balls draw up into
their fleshy home, he paused. Harry growled in frustration and Draco smirked.

�Roll over, love,� he
whispered. Harry did as ordered and Draco arranged him so that Harry was face
down, arse high in the air and his hands at his sides. �Perfect,� he breathed,
reveling in the gorgeousness that was in front of him. He was forced to firmly
curtail his own cock again with visions of Snape breathing down his neck, Pansy
reaching out to touch him, Blaise thrusting his nasty arse at him.

Draco smoothed his hands
over Harry�s pert bum, pleased beyond all measure that this was his Harry, not
Blaise. Draco proffered sloppy open mouthed kisses against Harry�s back,
licking all the way back to his arse, tasting the perspiration as it broke on Harry�s
skin. He grasped a handful of each arse cheek and buried his face within,
inhaling the scent.

He grinned when he noticed
the very slight smell of vanilla from Harry�s scourgify foraminis.
Interesting how great minds thought alike. Interesting how that smell was going
to get stronger with the generous application of the specially made lube�but
not yet.

�Harry, reach back and
hold yourself open for me,� he whispered huskily. Harry shuddered under the
force of Draco's voice and did as he was bade, his hands shaking a bit, dying
to know what Draco had planned for him.

Draco's mouth began to
water at the sight of that delightful pink pucker. He leaned forward and placed
a single close-mouthed kiss directly on it. Harry gave a strangled sob and his
fingers dug into his own flesh. Draco pulled back a bit and slowly rained
kisses down the slopes of Harry�s arse cheeks, ending just before the pucker.
The rhythmic clenching of the orifice caused Draco's cock to throb in
anticipation.

Finally, Draco placed his
tongue at the end of Harry�s perineum and licked with the flat of his tongue
from the bottom to the top of Harry�s crack�.just as though he were licking an
ice cream cone. Harry moaned into the coverlet and thrust back against Draco's
tongue slightly. Draco returned to kissing the hole, his kisses moving from dry
to openmouthed to wet and sloppy.

Then he pressed his
flattened tongue against the opening and began to move it around the hole in a
massage. He could feel the tension in Harry�s shaking legs and hear the tiny
panting gasps Harry breathed into the material. Draco formed his tongue into a
point and lightly started to lick around the rim of Harry�s opening. Harry�s
hips were gyrating in the direction of Draco's tongue when Draco suddenly
thrust the point of his oral muscle inside Harry�s arse. At the same time, he
reached around and began gently jacking Harry�s foreskin around his glans
again.

A muffled scream sounded
from the head of the bed and Draco grinned as he continued to tongue fuck his lover.
Harry couldn�t decide whether to thrust back onto Draco's tongue or forward
into Draco's hand. Draco moaned his appreciation of Harry�s attempt to do both
and Harry gave a whole body shudder as the vibrations of the sound rocketed
through him.

Draco sat up, still
stroking Harry with one hand, and reached for the lube with the other. He
dipped a single finger into the vanilla scented gel and brought it to Harry�s
hole. He lightly pressed on the opening, a warm thrill moving through him to
see how eagerly Harry accepted the invading digit. He thrust his finger deep
inside, curling it to rub against Harry�s prostate.

A keening wail rose from
Harry�s throat and Draco placed a series of kisses on Harry�s pinking arse
cheeks. Another trip to the tub of gel and two fingers were inside Harry,
scissoring and stretching him. Harry began thrusting back against his fingers,
trying to get them deeper, trying to lose himself on those absolutely perfect
fingers.

Draco smiled lazily. Oh,
Harry, he thought. If you only knew what I have in store for you tonight.
Another dollop and three fingers. Harry hissed in pleasure at the slight burn
and pulled his cheeks open even further, needing all of Draco. Draco took the
opportunity to coat all four fingers and reinserted three, thrusting down and
sneaking his pinky in at the last moment.

Harry whined and Draco
could see tiny red crescents of blood where Harry was digging his nails into
his own flesh. �Turn over onto your back, sweets,� he whispered, not wanting to
see any bit of Harry�s flesh marred. Harry eagerly rolled over, lifting his leg
high over Draco's head so as not to disturb the fingers that were still sunk
into him.

He panted a bit, feeling
Draco's fingers spinning inside his arse, tripping so lightly across his
prostate. The pressure was enough to let him know Draco had possession of his
body, but not enough to allow Harry the gratification of those amazing sparks
the prostate sent through his body. Draco stretched up and caught Harry�s lips
in a brief gentle kiss. He looked into Harry�s glazed eyes and smiled.

�I have something in store
for you, but I need you to trust me. Do you?� his eyes begged for Harry�s
trust.

Harry nodded frantically.
�God, yes,� he said hoarsely.

�Good. Open your legs as
far as they can go, love.� Harry obliged, humping Draco's hand helplessly.
Draco pulled his fingers out slowly, a smile forming at Harry�s whine. He
replaced his fingers with his knuckles, rolling them across the clenching hole.
Harry gasped and clutched at the covers, his eyes open and staring sightlessly
at the ceiling.

While Draco's knuckles
were occupied, he used his other hand to lube up the rest of his hand,
liberally smearing it on until it was dripping from between his fingers and
running down his wrist�then he pushed his four fingers back inside. Harry
yelped, his muscles clenching on Draco's fingers, Draco patiently waited until
the spasms died down and then he folded his thumb into the palm of his hand.

He smoothly thrust in and
out, in and out, with the ends of his fingers and then pushed slowly in,
encasing his thumb in the hot flesh also. Harry moaned and spread his legs
further, needing the burn, needing to yield. Draco continued pushing slowly and
carefully, watching Harry�s skin stretch over his slickened hand, watching
Harry�s body accept him into it.

A few more centimeters and
the widest part of Draco's hand was opening Harry�s hole an amazing amount.
Harry whimpered and Draco's gaze shot up to see if he was hurting him. �Don�t
stop, please,� Harry whispered.

Draco gave one more tiny
thrust and the widest part of his hand slipped in. Harry�s body sucked him in,
grasping around his wrist and dragging him into the hot tight heaven. Draco
sucked in a breath and bent nearly in half, trying to keep from coming. Harry
screamed, flying on a dizzying combination of pain and pleasure. Tears fell
freely down Harry�s cheeks as he laughed insanely. Draco paused and reached up
to rub Harry�s stomach with his other hand, making calming noises as he did so,
and not just for Harry�s sake.

�Are you all right, now?�
Draco asked when the tears had stopped and the laughter died down.

Harry smiled brightly and
nodded, his eyes closed tightly. �It�s fucking amazing,� he said, his voice
high and reedy. �I�m so full. So, fucking alive.�

Draco smiled back, though
Harry couldn�t see him. �The Boy Who Lived?�

Harry chuckled and Draco
gasped at feeling it from the inside, squeezing down on his hand. �Ready?� He
whispered. Harry nodded. Draco slowly bent his fingers down, forming a fist.
Harry flinched and moaned but didn�t ask for a pause. Once his hand was in a
fist, Draco began thrusting again, lubing his arm up as he pulled out each
time, running his fist into Harry�s sweet spot over and over.

Halfway up Draco's
forearm, Harry was crying again and begging Draco to do ��something, anything.
Please! So good, so good. Don�t stop!�
Adhering to the request, Draco began to slowly twist his forearm. Harry
screamed again and his muscles clamped down on Draco's arm. Harry�s balls drew
up and his whole body began to shake. A final twist and the clenching became
nearly unbearable as Draco felt Harry�s orgasm from the inside as well as
witnessing the hard, purpled cock begin spurting creamy white jism in waves.
Harry gave another wild scream and then his body went limp.

Draco's eyes shot up
worriedly to Harry�s face. Harry�s face that held a most beatific smile, a
smile of sated pleasure. The lines in his face were gone; his hair lay wetly on
his forehead. And Draco had never seen anything more beautiful. He slowly and
carefully withdrew his hand and then cast a scourgify on it and on Harry�s
abdomen, but not before leaning down and tasting with little catlike licks the
pearlescent splatter.

He lay back down, trying
to calm his own raging erection, and waited for Harry to wake.
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