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Ennui	By : Jemixe Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14537 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Draco decided he just had to shower, ignoring the fact that he�d done so that morning. Draco scrubbed and washed and buffed everything�twice; making sure he was squeaky clean.

When he found that hadn�t taken forty-five minutes, Draco though he was too tense, so ran himself a bubble bath. Only he found the warmth and wetness of the water was doing decidedly un-relaxing things to his body. So he got out and decided to make himself some tea.

When he broke his cup for the third time, Draco got angry with himself.

�I�m acting like some blushing virgin; which I�m not. Get over it Draco, it�s just sex.�

~~Just sex with a sexy, enigmatic, mysterious stranger whose caught and kept your attention. No one else has done that.~~

Draco really didn�t like that little voice that was in the back of his head.

//That�s not true!//

~~Oh yes. You�re right. There is one who has always held your attention�in some form�~~

//What?//

Unfortunately, Draco�s inner voice decided to dessert him then. However, Draco looked at the clock and noticed the time. Ten minutes to midnight. Taking a deep breath, Draco walked out of his room, through the halls and corridors of Hogwarts, until he reached the front gate. After exiting through the boundaries of the anti-apparating wards, Draco closed his eyes, and with a little �pop,� found himself outside of a large building. It was a quarter of the size of Hogwarts, which meant it was still considered to be gargantuan. Lights were flashing through the windows and forms were silhouetted in the background. Taking a calming and fortifying breath, Draco walked in.

A blast of noise almost sent him straight back out. Apparently tonight, things were being done a little differently. It resembled a loud obnoxious party, and Draco believed he heard muggle music playing. Not that it was bad music, it just wasn�t up to par with his refined tastes. He just walked through the room, not stopping. He headed straight to their room. Absently, he noticed he�d referred to the room as their; as in his and his lover�s. Odd that he can be sexually intimate with a person, have a space to share, and not know his true identity. Something like that could only happen to Draco.

Unconsciously, Draco tucked back some stray strands of hair that had fallen from its fastening. He smoothed down nonexistent wrinkles from his silk shirt. He wasn�t nervous, just anxious. Draco knew what the note meant, and he was excited. But he was also shocked at himself. He was usually the one who took, not the other way around. And yet, he found that so far Draco had no choice but to sit back and enjoy the ride-so to say. It was a new, but not wholly unwelcome, experience. Still, he was anxious; the last time he�d let someone fuck him it had been a less than pleasant experience, and one he�d rather forget.

Draco was so lost in his inner musings that he didn�t notice when he reached the room until he was standing in front of the door. Draco was shocked at finding himself wishing for some of that fool hardy Gryffindor courage-the daring to tread where angels fear to go. The opportunity to gather his mettle or berate himself for coveting anything remotely Gryffindor-ish, the door opened.

�Ah, right on time. I knew you would be.�

They mystery man stood to the side and gestured for Draco to enter; and he did. Draco went to the center of the room, taking in the changes. It was a scene for seduction, but it was subtle. The table from the last time was gone, and the central focal point was the bed, settled in front of the window. Moonlight streamed in; highlighting the bed. Several candles throughout the room emanated a soft glow, casting gentle shadows.

Two hands settled on Draco�s shoulders, and moist, warm breath blew on his neck an instant before he felt a slick tongue. Draco automatically tilted his head to the side, allowing for easier access. The hands moved from Draco�s shoulders, down his arms and interlocked with his hands. Those wicked lips mapped a route up Draco�s neck, then nudged his hair aside.

�Gods you smell good.�

Draco�s partner disentangled their hands and spun Draco around.

�I did say no more games, but I find that I can�t resist.�

Draco was walked backwards, towards the bed. He only stopped when the back of his knees hit the edge, but he didn�t sit down-well, more like couldn�t sit back-his lover wouldn�t let him.

Draco heard a softly muttered charm and suddenly he felt the plush carpet beneath his bare feet.

�Handy little spell, that.�

�Mmm, indeed. I think I�ll manually undress the rest of you. In want to savor this night.�

Then Draco�s lover dropped to his knees. He ran his hands up the back of Draco�s legs through his pants. He leaned forwards and lay his forehead against Draco�s stomach, baring the back of his neck.

Draco was struck by the blatantly submissive pose; knowing full well his lover was anything but submissive. Draco threaded his fingers through the long, dark locks, realizing that this was the first he�d touched his lover of his own accord like this. Usually, his stranger did the touching. So he stood the opportunity to explore.

Draco found that his lover�s hair was thick and soft. Draco loved how it felt surrounding his fingers, covering his hands. His lover moaned contentedly and placed a kiss to Draco�s stomach. When Draco moved his hand to caress his lover�s face, starting at the top to brush the hair away, he moved back and looked up at Draco.

Even though Draco couldn�t see his lover�s eyes, he couldn�t miss the wicked glint. Reaching up, his lover unbuttoned then unzipped Draco�s trousers but made no further actions to remove them. Instead he reached up and grabbed a handful of Draco�s shirt�and Draco knew instinctively what was planned.

An instant later, his stranger pulled. Buttons flew and the delicate fabric ripped, but instead of Draco getting angry, it only added to the slow burn of his arousal.

A warm tongue traced around Draco�s navel, then dipped in. Those hands lightly traced down his sides, almost tickling but not quite. They grasped firmly onto his hips as their owner nuzzled Draco�s taut stomach. The actions were so innocuous with their previous two encounters that Draco was momentarily stunned. Those were wanton, desperate actions of a fast fuck. These were a slow, affection seduction.

Still on his knees, Draco�s lover turned Draco around. The next thing Draco felt was a slick tongue gliding along his spine; from the top of his trousers to the base of his skull. Then a hard body pressed into him from behind.

�Take off your trousers and lie down on the bed.�

Draco nodded. Right then, something inside balked at being so completely docile. With a particularly wicked smirk, Draco hooked his thumbs in the waist band and pulled his trousers down.

His mystery man was still up close behind Draco, and as he bent down, his backside came into direct contact with his lover�s very outstanding erection. Draco didn�t bother hiding his shiver of delight the contact caused. His arousal, simmering since he�d read the note, spiked up. Two strong hands grasped Draco�s hips, holding them in place. Subtle rolls of his lover�s hips punctuated his next words.

�I believe that�ll be enough teasing. On the bed, on your stomach.�

After the whispered words, a nibble against his ear, and a slight push, Draco was lying naked on the bed. His head turned to the side, Draco watched his lover undress. It was a truly erotic sight; his lover�s strip tease. There was no lewd bump-n-grind; nor was it slow. But he held Draco�s eyes the entire time, letting the blond know the show was just for him.

Draco felt the bed dip and watched his lover crawl towards him. Draco found himself cursing the charm that prohibited him from truly seeing his lover. His lover stopped at Draco�s feet. Draco felt one foot lifted in large, warm hands; and moaned when those hands started messaging away all the tension Draco didn�t know he had.

Those magic hands kneaded up Draco�s calf until they reached where leg met arse. Then they started down the other leg. Draco felt his bones melt; he was nothing more than a large mass of human goo. In the very back of his mind, Draco noticed the massage was enough to completely relax him, but not subdue his arousal. Somehow, his lover managed to keep that at a slow and low burn. Draco appreciated the consideration and thoughtfulness in preparing him before the�ah, main event.

Draco was shocked out of his lethargy when he felt a wet tongue glide across the sole of his foot. It swirled around his ankle and glided up his calf, then swirled in the indentation in the back of his knee. It glided back down�only to do the same to his other leg. Draco couldn�t do anything more than moan, groan and gasp.

The bed shifted and Draco felt a hand on his hip, lifting, before a pillow was placed beneath. Hands slid up and across his back, kneading and rolling the muscles.

They stopped and Draco heard a chuckle at his noise of frustration. But then they were back, this time slippery. The scent of lavender and citrus wafted to his nostrils. Warm breath drifted over the slickened skin and Draco gasped when the oil heated his skin.

All over, those hands, that oil and that wonderful tongue spread warmth, leaving a slick trail of fire in their wake. Draco�s muscles were relaxed and he was reduced to incoherent mumbling. It came as a surprise when his arse cheeks were spread. An oil slick finger teased around his opening, gently tickling but not intruding. Draco tensed when he felt warm breath on his arse-cheeks; so tantalizingly close�but not�quite�THERE!

One swipe with the flat of his lover�s tongue, then a soft bite on one firm globe.

�Oh Gods�� One light laugh and once more that tongue was there, on him, in him--there.

Strong hands prevented Draco from moving his hips as he was torturously tongue fucked. His hands gripped the pillows on either side of his head tightly, and his breathing was harsh and erratic; and breathy moans escaped from parted lips.

Draco cried out at the disappearance of the tongue, but he was quickly mollified when one finger slipped inside him. He groaned when a heavy weight settled across his back, pinning him, and he felt an outstanding erection nudging across his arse and his hip.

A tongue snaked out and licked Draco�s neck. That finger pushed in and pulled out, teasing. Draco tried to move his hips to get more contact from that digit; more friction on his cock from the bed. Alas, to no avail.

�I thought you said you weren�t going to play.� Draco was very proud at how lucid that came out, all things considering.

That dark magic laugh reverberated in Draco�s ears. �I�ve changed my mind. You�re just so responsive.�

On the word responsive, another finger was added and together they crooked, finding that spot.

�Sweet Circe.�

Those fingers plunged in and pulled out, twisting and teasing. They never found a consistent rhythm, always leaving just *this* short of enough.

�Are you ready for this? Are you ready for me to push inside you so slowly you�ll burst from the anticipation and longing? Then when I�m balls deep and not moving, you�ll try and move, squeezing around me until the pressure, temptation to move becomes too much. I�ll slowly, so slowly pull out until just the tip of my cock remains in that sweet little hole. Do you know how sweet you taste. You�re addictive, all of you.�

All the while, those fingers still moved, and his other hand was linked with Draco�s on the headboard.

�You�ll want me to speed up, to forge ahead and fuck you, but I won�t. Not yet. It�ll torture you; yet it�ll torture me also.

�I�ll push in, one millimeter at a time. And that�s the rhythm I�ll keep up�until I can�t take it anymore. That�s when I�ll speed up. That�s when I�ll go harder, faster, more; just like you�ll be asking me for.�

Draco�s eyes were closed and he was panting incoherently due to those fingers and those words washing over him in that voice. It wasn�t only the words themselves feeding Draco�s ardor, but how they were said.

�I�ll fuck you until I come, but you won�t, not yet; not until I say you can. Is that something you�d like?�

A light sheen of perspiration coated Draco�s body and that of his lover�s. His chest slid against Draco�s back. Draco licked his lips and tried to swallow, but his throat was dry. It took him two tries before he could get his voice to work. It was hoarse and gritty and sounded foreign even to his own ears.

�Yes. I-that�s what I�d like.�

�Good.�

Draco could actually hear the Cheshire cat smile in his love�s voice.

�But first�� Those wondrous fingers pulled out and Draco vocally lamented the loss. But something a little larger and smoother replaced them, cutting off Draco�s protest. He tried no to tense--he wanted this. A lot.

�It�s been a while for you, I know. I don�t want anything tonight to hurt for you. We�ll work our way up to the real thing.�

Whatever was pushing into Draco started to vibrate, causing him to jump a little. It then clicked in Draco�s mind what was inside him. But all his cognitive functions left when that vibrating dildo hit his prostate.

Draco was so close to the edge from all the teasing and now this, he could feel his orgasm; all his muscles tensed, his bollocks drew up-then it paused. The dildo left. This went on time and time again; Draco was brought to just below his peak, rising ever higher and higher, but never taking the final plunger. Draco was frenzied with need.

The small blue vibrating dildo was replaced with a larger rubber one. When Draco had become accustomed to that one, another dildo was used; a little larger and with bumps that touched every where inside Draco; causing sparks to appear behind his eyes.

Time passed, Draco was sure, as the passing of time happens regardless of one�s conscious thought to it or not. However, exactly how much time that passed, Draco couldn�t say. In fact, Draco was hard pressed to recall the day, his name, or anything. His entire being was absolutely focused on his pleasure and what his lover was doing to him.

�I think you�re ready for me now, luv.�

All Draco could think was yes; do me now; yes, finally you�re going to be inside me; yes, Yes, YES! He didn�t realize he was speaking out loud. And he couldn�t have cared because his lover was adjusting his Draco�s hips, bringing him to his knees, positioning them to just the right angle. And then�

�Finally, yes, he was pushing into Draco. And Damned if his lover wasn�t going as slowly as he�d earlier threatened/promised.

�By the gods, even after all that preparation, you are still so amazingly tight; and hot.�

A small gentle kiss was placed between Draco�s shoulder blades. One hand gripped between Draco�s hip in a bruising vice that only added to the pleasure, and the other hand was still locked with Draco�s on the headboard.

Draco�s breath came in short, gasping pants; blood violently coursed through his veins, and his heartbeat echoed in his ears.

�You can only come when I say, not before. And you can�t touch yourself either. You�re only going to come from me-inside you.�

Draco closed his eyes and dropped his head down between his arms. Everything his lover said he could do-he held true to it. He went to slow Draco thought he would go mad-er with the wanting for more, faster, harder--anything at all. He tried to hold out for as long as he could, but Draco NEEDED!!!

�Please, gods-�

�Please what, luv?� Slow slide, a slick lick.

�I need�I�

�Yes?�

�Oh gods, more! Please.� There, he�d done it, Draco begged for something. But oh, his fall was beautiful and worthwhile.

�All you had to do was ask.�

His lover slowly pull out-then held, poised- then slammed back in, almost making Draco�s arms buckle. He locked his elbows, chanting with every thrust, �More, gods, yes, yes, yes.� Over and over, anchoring him on the physical plain, lest he lose all semblance of reality and oh gods his prostate was being pounded every time and more, more, yes, so good�

Warmth coated Draco�s channel, adding to the sensations flooding his system, but he couldn�t come. He wanted to, Sweet Holy Merlin, he wanted-needed to come. His lover�s hips were still moving, but not enough to satiate Draco. His loved was also still hard inside him.

�I could stay inside you all night. In fact, I�m going to.�

Draco didn�t know whether to cry out in ecstasy or fear at the proclamation.
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Yeah, finally an update. *Does major dance of the happy dances.* I have the rest all nice and neatly planned out. I just have to actually type it all out. Yeah, that�s my problem. I hate typing. Hey an idea. Does anyone out there in reader land have the wonder ability of telepathy? Cause then, I could think what I�ve written out and you could type it. That�s my biggest hang up. I have this all written out, but typing. Yeah, don�t like to do it. Oh well. I suppose I�ll just have to suck it up and do it.
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