FIC - Three Square Meals part 3
Saturday 7:48pm - Grimmauld Place
“So?” Harry asked nervously, switching his eyes from his dinner companion to their nearly empty dinner plates.
“So what?” drawled the guest.
Harry exhaled in frustration and shook his head. “Draco, did you like the food?”
Draco Malfoy rolled his grey eyes nonchalantly toward the ceiling before lifting his wine glass to his lips. He took his own sweet time to swallow the liquid and take a breath before he responded. “Adequate.”
The Auror questioned his choice in meal companions sometimes.
“‘Adequate’? After two years of having dinner together, I finally cook a meal, and all I receive in the ways of a compliment is ‘adequate’?”
That trademark Malfoy smirk teased the corner of his pouty lips. “I do believe it’s more than a compliment that I haven’t voided my stomach of its contents on your kitchen floor. A one word compliment, surely, is nothing compared to that accomplishment.”
“Git,” Harry sneered under his breathe, looking down at the remnants of what he felt had been a great meal.
Draco chuckled. “Am I? I’m only saying that it was good, but cooking is not your strong suit. There is no need to get offended, Harry.”
Harry was offended. The potions-maker always had a knack for doing that. But the Auror could overlook it. Offending Harry was no longer Draco’s strong suit. A smile graced the Gryffindor’s lips at the thought of what exactly constituted as Draco’s strong suit these days.
Harry did love his weekends.
“So what is mine, then?” the hero asked.
Draco’s mocking smile changed to one similar to Harry’s as he was more than likely thinking of Harry’s strong suit. “You have your talents, Potter,” he finally answered, looking down as he gently shook the contents of his glass around. “I would not tolerate such a meal if you didn’t.”
Green eyes rested on blond hair until caught by a silver gaze. “Clearly,” Harry said. “It’s fish, though. Thought you like fish. You took me to that seafood place in Edinburgh last year.”
“Yes, well, I took you there because you like fish, Potter. I rarely order it or have it made for us. I thought you’d enjoy that restaurant,” Draco clarified.
The hero grinned at the gesture. “Thanks,” he said, smiling almost shyly under the watchful eye of the Slytherin. “You should try incorporating fish into some of your meals, Draco. It’s very healthy; very good for you.”
Exhaling as he sat back in his chair, Draco studied the other wizard before speaking again. “Just because everyone says fish is best for you doesn’t mean it’s your only option. Or an option you desire at all. In fact, I believe most of those people who prattle on and on about such things more than likely desire a nice, thick, hearty piece of beef laid out in front of them instead of a healthy piece of sloppy, wet fish,” he explained with quiet resolve.
Harry hated that he swallowed audibly at Draco’s explanation. He also questioned why his dick twitched ever so slightly over a conversation about beef versus fish.
Grey eyes glinted at the Auror as the corner of their owner’s mouth tweaked. “Wouldn’t you agree, Harry?” he asked.
The hero shifted awkwardly in his chair for a moment while clearing his throat. “Uh, perhaps,” he finally managed.
The Slytherin smirked at the obvious discomfort of his dinner companion. “You’re aware that this means you must have dinner at the Manor,” he said casually, changing the subject. “I’ve had the House-elves come here to assist yours in preparing food for us when we eat in, but there’s nothing like having a brilliant meal in my dining room…”
Harry’s shoulders tensed as memories of the Manor and its many rooms came flooding back to him from the war. He had avoided Draco’s home for the two years they had been having meals together. But because they had a fair exchange each weekend - Harry choosing where and what they ate on Saturday, Draco on Sunday - he knew he’d have to give in now. He would simply have to summon that Gryffindor courage the Slytherin had always gone on about when Harry had refused in the past.
The hero prepared to be mocked again when Draco opened his mouth.
“I’m only having you on, Potter. You don’t have to come to the Manor, though I think you should feel honored to be offered a chance to get out of this place and into something more grand every once in a while.”
The raven-haired man smiled slyly. “First of all, Draco, this is your family’s home, lest we forget. Secondly, I have been in many ‘grand’ places, many times to be in fact.”
The blond raised one perfect eyebrow. “I would say so, and in that case you should feel even more honored,” he countered easily. “Though I must say, you haven’t been in anything for some time. I top once just to fulfill your curiosity, and I’ve yet to get a cock back up my bum. It’s been eight and a half months since,” he stated indignantly.
Emerald eyes widened at the comment. “Eight and a half months? Really? That can’t possibly be true! I’m certain you’ve consented to see one of the many other blokes vying for your attention on a daily basis. Surely they are giving you what you want? Who are you seeing by the way, Malfoy?” That white-blond eyebrow rose again at the Auror as he stared at him for a minute. And then another minute. Harry fidgeted under the glare. “Just curious, is all. Well?” he asked as the silver stare narrowed.
“Who am I seeing?” began the Slytherin with a hint of contemplation and irritation in his voice. “Hmm, my eyes are presently set upon you. Thus, I’m seeing you at the moment, Potter,” he answered surly.
Harry shook his head and smiled in defeat. “Right, sorry; don’t get to personal. I forgot the rule. Whoever he is, however, he should know how brilliant you feel as a bottom if he hasn’t already experienced it.”
The corner of Malfoy’s lips twitched in an effort to smile. “Oh, so you remember, do you?”
Did he ever! “Miss it, do you?” Harry countered. “One of my many talents, I suspect?”
“Hmph,” Draco only snorted before shaking his head. It was enough admission for Harry to know that it was true. But damn, if Draco wasn’t talented too. That mixed in with Cho’s advice for Harry to be selfish made it hard for the Gryffindor to even consider topping the prat… at least for a few more weeks. He hadn’t quite gotten his fill yet after all.
“Well, I am trying my hand at being selfish. Cho told me to give it a go. And of course, who better to teach me how it’s done properly than Draco Malfoy.” Harry snickered after he spoke.
Draco snorted once more before pouring himself another glass of wine. “I’ve had to teach you quite a few things, haven’t I?” he said with a knowing smile before taking a yet another sip of his wine. Harry couldn’t agree more. “So how is Chang? The last time I saw her, she - uh - was with some Muggle bloke at Chez Laurent a month or so ago. I think they were on a…date, actually,” Draco tattled, eyeing Harry as if waiting for a reaction.
The Gryffindor nodded rapidly in response. “Yeah, he is a Muggle. An attorney in her law office. She fancies him a bit, I suppose,” he finished casually.
Silver eyes kept watch of the Auror for a moment of silence. “Hmph,” he grunted, eyebrows raised and lowered quickly as if he hadn’t been expecting that answer. “Too busy for lunch today, then, was she?” he asked.
Harry shivered a little at the memory of his glorious lunch - and the food hadn’t been half bad either. “Uh, no. She and I had lunch together today. And last weekend and the weekend before. She hasn’t missed one.”
“Oh,” Draco replied.
“In fact,” the hero continued with a smirk, “she wanted to join us for dinner.” Silver eyes were scandalized for a brief moment before they focused on the wine glass. “Been trying to for a while,” Harry chuckled, missing the look. “She says I owe her for… setting up my dinner dates.”
“Hmph,” the Slytherin grunted.
“Well, she did sacrifice her lunch date that day to bring you and me together,” Harry reminded him.
Draco nodded toward his glass before meeting Harry’s eyes. “Yes, well, someone had to intervene, didn’t they? You kept showing up every day at the Ministry when I was training for my Potions Qualifications. Then you were skirting around the windows of my shop like you were on a bloody stakeout. You couldn’t just pop in and ask me out to dinner. Chang wouldn’t have had to watch that pathetic dance and jump in to help.”
The raven-haired hero shook his head and narrowed his eyes above his smile. “Let us not forget that you receiving your Potions Qualifications could have been accomplished right in the shop you were apprenticing in. And how could someone with so little interest in law spend so much time around the Auror Academy?” he asked with his own eyebrow raised. “You nearly became target practice for some of the lot that couldn’t let go of the past. Had to save you a few times, didn’t I?”
Draco glared at the hero. “You didn’t have to save me at all! You just crave playing the hero whenever possible!” he spat, clearly offended.
Harry watched Draco drain his glass. “Do you wish she hadn’t intervened, then?”
Storm-grey eyes narrowed to the emerald gaze across the table. “No,” he answered simply. A smile teased the corner of Harry’s mouth, and he watched as it caused the same reaction to Draco. “Shall I be expecting Chang next Saturday, then?” he asked.
Now Harry narrowed his eyes, this time in confusion. “Of course not. Besides, you like women just as much as…well, as Ginny does; Cho is questionable. It wouldn’t be much fun for you. Though Cho would be content with simply watching us,” Harry joked, although he knew it was true.
“It is quite a show sometimes,” Draco chuckled.
“‘Sometimes’, is it?”
Piercing green eyes narrowed once again toward the blonde as their owner stood up from his chair. Instead of confused, they became predatory. Silver eyes above a trademark smirk rose to meet those of the advancing man, though the prey refuse to move more than shifting sideways in his chair. The smirk didn’t falter as Harry straddle Draco’s chair and grabbed him by the fine material of his collar.
“Bloody brute,” Draco derided lowly to Harry’s hovering lips, setting his wine glass down gently.
The Gryffindor gave into the desire to nip at the pouty, pink bottom lip. Wine tickled his taste buds, tasting only this good off of Malfoy. “Mmm, what’s the matter, Draco? Can’t take it rough?”
The aristocrat watched the hero as if he wasn’t presently being held by the collar or his mouth hadn’t been nibbled on. “Can and have, Potter,” he answered simply. “I’ve known you were a bit roguish well before our first night together. You were even brutish in that awful, pink leather corset. Still have that, do you?” His jibe seemed full of genuine interest.
Harry was surprise he had enough blood to make his face blush, considering that most was heading south as he was mocked by the Slytherin. “Never you mind that, Malfoy. You put on a good show, pretending you can take it rough, but I do believe you’re lying through those wicked lips of yours. You hate how easily I make you bruise,” the hero said with a devilish grin.
It was the first time since he was held by the collar that Draco’s smirk faltered. “I’ve never lied to you, Harry,” he said, his voice husky but serious.
The Auror considered the Potions master for a moment, never loosing his devious grin. “Shall I believe those wicked lips of yours, or shall I kiss them to find out just how sinful they are?”
“I - mmmhmph,” Draco grunted soon after as Harry kissed away any forthcoming explanation.
With a flick of the Slytherin’s slithering tongue, the Gryffindor was reminded that Draco’s entire mouth was positively evil.
Though Harry was in the position of power, he whimpered and granted entrance into his mouth. The dry taste of the wine and the sweet taste of the blonde were intoxicating for the hero. Harry and Draco had been cordial to each other since the war, the complete opposite of their behavior during their Hogwarts days. But their kisses as adults were all childhood rivalry; harsh, passionate, unforgiving, and seeking dominance over the other. Their tongues changed from teasing to dancing to fighting in each other’s mouth. Harry sought to suck on what seemed like a forked tongue, only being blessed to do it for a second before Draco slid his mouth away to gnaw on Harry’s bottom lip and chin. Potter still held the collar, but his captive’s skilled mouth was slowly taking over their captor. Harry knew he was losing ground here, although he continued to help Draco seek all the sensitive spots on his neck by pulling the collar closer to him. When his pulse point was located, lapped, and finally, ruthlessly bitten, the hero groaned in defeat. He could almost feel Draco’s triumphant smile on his throat.
“Sh-shall we…t-t-take this sh-show on the road, then?” Harry attempted to ask as he felt his jugular become his dinner companion’s meal.
Suddenly, the blissful torture stopped. “‘Show on the road’?” Draco whispered, sounding uncharacteristically confused.
Harry smirked at the silver eyes now watching him. “Muggle expression, Draco,” he answered patiently. “Haven’t picked up on those yet, I see. How long have we been doing this -”
“I’m learning, Harry,” Draco returned quickly. “You’re teaching me… and I’m learning.” The blonde’s face read of utmost sincerity. His passion-swollen lips wore no trademark mocking smirk.
“How soon we forget then,” Harry said, flashing the Malfoy trademark instead. “Or should I say, how soon we try to forget?” He leaned down to capture the expressionless lips, ignoring the storm brewing in the grey eyes.
Draco shifted his head so that Harry’s kiss missed their pink, plump target. “Are you suggesting that I’ve chosen to forget my unsolicited Muggle training that you’ve provided? Bloody hell, Harry, the first night we shagged was after our date to the elect-fonics store and -”
Harry chuckled. “Electronics, Draco,” he corrected.
The storm raged in the grey eyes at that. “Whatever! The point is --”
“Who knew buying you a hot plate for a souvenir would get you so, well, hot!” Harry interjected.
Draco’s teeth clenched so tightly, Harry could hear them grinding. “The point is --”
The Gryffindor kept his mocking smile. “The point is, Draco, all things Muggle - not your strong suit.” Red began to taint the whites of Malfoy’s eyes. Harry didn’t notice. “The point is, you don’t care about anything more then all things Draco. You’ve changed a little since our Hogwarts days, mind, but that’s one thing that stays the same. Probably why Cho pushed us together; she knew I’d learn loads from you.”
The Auror released the potions maker’s collar and cupped his cheek, ignoring the narrowed silver eyes glaring at him. He finally managed to peck unresponsive lips. “Now, as I said…” he whispered, pecking the lips, the jaw, the cheek of the speechless man, “may we take this show on the road?” Harry devoured the mouth in front of him, though it resisted.
That was until Harry was abruptly pushed away.
Draco stood up from his seat. Eyes narrowed on Harry, he raised his chin to the level a Malfoy should, looking down his aristocratic nose at anyone he felt was beneath him. “Let’s,” he answered, his tone all business. “After you, Harry,” he added before gesturing toward the kitchen stairs. The raven-haired man only smirked at the change in tone and went up his stairs.
They walked in complete silence up the kitchen stairs, down the main hallway and pass the living room. Harry’s smile slowly faded at the oddly quiet Draco, especially since they were getting ready to have sex. Usually if they weren’t trying to walk and fuck at the same time, they would make dirty little promises and threats of what they were about to do to the other. However, this walk felt more like they were strangers in an elevator than well practiced lovers. As they turned up the final set of stairs leading to the bedroom, Harry decided he’d be the one to issue the first, filthy demand. But Draco beat him to the punch.
Or push, it would seem.
“Ouch, Draco, what the hell?” asked Harry when he was suddenly pushed forward on his stairs. The Auror/former Seeker skills were so that he caught himself before his nose and glasses made contact with one of the steps. He turned around quickly to find out why he was now lying on his stairs.
Before he had time to open his mouth to complain, a tongue other then his own was lodged inside it. Irritation, shock and pain from the steps digging into his neck and back didn’t stop Harry from falling right into the flow of Draco’s ravaging kisses. His green eyes squeezed shut as he was kissed into the too-thin carpet covering the stairs. Slowly, he raised a hand to reach for the Slytherin’s cheek to either caress it or shift his head away, he wasn’t sure which. But once again, Malfoy stopped him in his tracks. Before he knew it, Harry’s wrist had its own step in which to be pressed into.
Draco’s kisses were all consuming and unforgiving. Harry’s tongue was bitten without care, his lips tugged and nipped without concern. His neck was tortured once more. His other wrist joined his first in Draco’s hands, feeling like the tiny bones would start to snap inside them if any more pressure was place upon them. The Auror wondered if his ravenous lover had broken the skin with his sharp teeth, such was the pain he felt on his neck. But the pain turned him on even more, and Harry was rock hard in no time. It didn’t help matters that Draco’s thigh was between his leg, rubbing up against his erection as his neck and collarbone was fed upon. In fact, that mixture was causing the hero to lift his hips just to increase the friction.
“Stop it!” Draco snarled half an inch away from Harry’s panting lips, pressing even harder on his wrists and groin.
Emerald eyes widened at the silvery glare above him. They were filled with pleading, lust and pain as they watched the narrowed gaze above them. Harry was set to beg for more friction or for the bones in his wrists to stay intact, but the pressure was suddenly lifted from both regions. His eyes now widened in anticipation as Draco tore at his belt buckle and pants. In moments, the carpet of the stairs burned his exposed lower back. But Harry didn’t feel anything but his pants around his ankles and his cock being skillfully swallowed down Draco’s throat.
“Bloody fucking hell!”
Now it was Harry’s turned to lock one of his hands above his head. In order to anchor himself down to earth as Draco attempted to suck his soul out through his dick, he grabbed a bar under the banister. He reached down with his other hand to lose his fingers in the white-blond tresses of his dinner companion as he was taken to heaven. But his route to heaven was pre-empted.
“Don’t you dare touch me,” Draco sneered. Harry’s hand flew away from the fine hair and gripped the edge of a stair. “You’ll be lucky if I let you touch me at all tonight!” he threatened.
Harry thought to reply, but suddenly he was back in the heated suction of Malfoy’s wicked mouth. Since he wasn’t allowed to touch, he decided to do all he could to watch the glorious torture he was receiving. Draco’s pale cheeks hollowed repeatedly as his head bobbed up and down the engorged shaft. The hero chewed on his already bitten lip. It was all he could to breathe through his clenched teeth as the mouth on his cock began to twist and suck, all while a devilish tongue wrapped around the head with ease. Harry tried to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head when his penis would disappear completely into the talented mouth before the suction, the twists, the licking would commence again.
Receiving head from Draco Malfoy was like nothing Harry had ever felt before. Ginny had been the first to ever give him a blow job. Harry would always remember that one lunch period down by the lake during his sixth year. He lasted all of sixty seconds with his cock in her tiny mouth, having never been even touched down there by a hand other then his own. When Ginny did it now, it was a sweet undertaking, slowly driving him mad with need. When Cho gave him head, her talent, her willingness, her spontaneity, and her disregard for location when it happened made it a brilliant experience. And though he couldn’t fit all the way into her mouth, something about watching his cock sink into that beautiful face made Cho’s fellatio one of a kind.
Where Ginny Weasley was adorable and sweet, Cho Chang was beautiful and sexy.
Draco Malfoy, on the other hand, could only be described as Fiendfyre.
“Never send a woman to do a man’s job, Potter,” Draco had told Harry after the first time he had given him head, leaving him speechless, boneless, and wonderfully dazed. The hero couldn’t agree more.
Harry wasn’t attracted to Draco’s looks. He knew the Potions practitioner was handsome, but the Auror didn’t look at men. Though his dick was presently down one’s throat, he still wasn’t attracted to men. His attraction to Draco was something he had never understood. But it was there; it was real; it was unrelenting. And the sex was incredible.
“Fuck, Draco!” Harry said through gritted teeth as his dick felt as if it would be sucked clear off his body. His hand hovered in the air near Draco’s head, clinching and opening, wanting nothing more then to grip the blond hair and fuck the evil mouth feasting on his erection. But he had been warned, so he gripped the bar harder and slammed his fist on the step beside him. When the Slytherin’s nose nuzzled the coarse, black hair around his base while the hero’s helmet was stuck in his throat, Harry’s sac issued another warning. “Going to cum… don’t want to c-cum y-y-yet,” he said, doing all he could to calm himself. It would have been easier if Draco wasn’t sucking the head like a delicious lollipop. But Harry was suddenly given a reprieve as his cock was released from Draco’s hungry mouth.
“This is not about what you want or don’t want, Potter!” Draco admonished. “I’m selfish, remember? You’ll cum if I want you too. And you will when I want you too!” Harry watched in astonishment as Draco spoke and then stuck two of his fingers into his mouth to bless them the way he had the hero’s penis. A moment later, said cock was being blessed once more.
“Oh, God, Draco, please!” Harry begged as his dick was swallowed and two long, wet fingers shoved their way into his asshole. A litany of swear words filled the air over the stairway as the Slytherin upped his oral pleasuring tenfold while digging into Harry’s body, searching for one thing. “OOOH FUCK!” Harry yelled when Draco found what he was looking for, causing a stream of semen to be released into his mouth.
“Mmm - mm,” Draco’s moan stunted slightly as if he were attempting to control himself. He swallowed convulsively around Harry’s cock as he drank what he summoned from the Gryffindor.
When the hero’s spent dick was finally released from the wicked mouth, he was weak. However, it was hard not to notice that two fingers were still heavily lodged in his ass and were fucking him quite steadily. Harry spread his legs just a little wider, his hips lifting lazily in exhaustion, but enjoying the intrusion still as he came down from his orgasm.
“Turn over,” Harry was commanded. He didn’t have the energy to do so at that very moment, however, so he only nodded to let Draco know it would be done. Eventually.
Apparently that wasn’t good enough. “Turn over now!” Draco demanded. His sphincter was abruptly freed of the two long fingers, and his ankles were without pants and shoes in the very next moment. Harry’s boneless body was flipped over harshly on the old Black stairway. His head only just missed being slammed against a step though his knees were not so lucky. Harry tried to sit up on his now aching knees, but his hips were yanked back before he had a chance. “Stay still,” he was ordered once more.
Potter wasn’t sure how he was supposed to accomplish that when his ass cheeks were suddenly spread and the blonde’s face was buried between them.
It was official; Draco Malfoy’s tongue was forked like the mascot of his Hogwarts House. It had to be! But Harry knew the Slytherin simply folded his tongue and shove it into his body, twisting and tickling his insides, causing pleasures unheard of, unspeakable and unbelievable. Yet when the cursed muscle simply licked at the hero’s pucker, causing naughty and deliciously shameful sensations to rush through his body, Harry was sure it was something otherworldly. A million tiny taste buds were lavishing his wrinkly entrance with desire, saliva, and pure insanity. On numerous occasions, the Gryffindor had feasted on the Slytherin’s ass hole just as vigorously, denying Draco the opportunity to not drool on himself like a newborn baby. The blonde, for many weekends, would become Harry’s dinner as truly as his dinner companion. But he was certain that he did not possess half the talent Draco did in this activity.
Harry was unable to speak, moan, or groan and barely able to breathe while his ass was licked and fucked with Draco’s tongue. Spent beyond belief, he still vibrated with something stronger than pleasure as the blond’s finger pulled Potter’s hole open so that his tongue and finger could stretch, taste and claim him even more. Harry’s scar made contact with the step finally, but he couldn’t feel it. His cock was more than likely filling with blood at that moment but he couldn’t feel that either. All the hero felt was that long slider finger and sinful tongue lapping at his insides, searching once again for that special spot. When it was located, Harry felt, not something slender and firm press against it, but something wet and hungry.
Harry’s hand shot out to the side and grabbed hold of the bar once more; this time, the wood splintered in his hand. He couldn’t scream the way he wanted too, so the wood of his banister had to suffer.
“Like that, do you?” a silky, devilish voice whispered to his perineum before trailing that evil tongue down to his tight sac.
Harry’s knuckles went even whiter in response. He had been stretched, pulled apart, and feasted upon like the most delectable of dishes. He didn’t posses the ability to speak. Sounds of a lapping tongue and cracking wood danced in the air around them instead.
“Well, since you do, I will stop!” Draco sneered.
His whilom enemy did as he promised so abruptly that Harry fell forward on the steps. His throat ached with a need to respond - well, beg for his lover to continue would be more accurate - but he could not form the words.
“Besides,” Draco continued, this time grasping the back of Harry’s hair and pulling the hero up by his tresses, “I want you tight on my cock, Potter!” he growled into his ear.
Harry whimpered. It was all he could muster. When he felt the head of a cock poke at his backside, he whimpered once more.
“This selfish enough for you, Potter?” Draco whispered in his ear, teasing his moist entrance. “Well take note; it gets better.” Teeth tore at Harry’s neck and he was sure his dick was standing at full attention as if it hadn’t spent a glorious ten minutes down Draco’s throat. “You had better hope my spit in your greedy little hole is enough to slick my cock, Scarhead, because that’s all the preparation you’re worthy of receiving!”
Being a man and ridiculously aroused, Harry was surprise that the logical part of his mind was able to cut through the thick haze and issue the warning that saliva would not be enough to avoid injury or discomfort from the pending act. However, being a man and ridiculously aroused, the warning dissipated in the thick haze like smoke from a kettle. In fact, it stimulated the hero more to know that he’d have to heal his Draco-induced wounds before breakfast tomorrow.
Harry didn’t protest when he felt the cock pull away from his lower cheeks, retracting back like a trigger on a Muggle weapon, ready to pierce him painfully - soon to be pleasurably. The raven-haired man’s own dick twitched in anticipation as the fingers in his hair twisted, issuing a agonizing pleasure of their own. A sudden sting filtered through his elbows after Draco pushed him forward onto the steps. The pureblood’s short nails managed to scratch Harry’s thigh as he pushed his legs open hastily, scraping his knees painfully across the carpeted step. All the while the hero was being manhandled by his dinner guest, he could hear the blond growling or breathing angrily through his teeth, he wasn’t sure which.
That was until everything stopped and went silent. Still the Gryffindor anticipated a rough entry by the selfish pretty boy.
“Mmph!” Harry grunted when he was suddenly filled to capacity with Draco’s length - Draco’s warm, well-slicked length.
Harry recognized the sensation and the scent of their favorite almond oil. Draco had created the concoction a month into their sexual practices after mocking Harry for an hour about how many almonds he ate after one of their meals. The edible lubricant never hit the shelves of Malfoy’s Apothecary, though he named it Potter’s Pride. When Harry asked why, Draco had simply said he didn’t care to have a waiting list of people craving anything with Potter written across it. “Besides,” Draco had added quietly, “I’m sharing enough as it is.”
Slowly, Harry felt Draco pull his now almond-flavored dick back through his track until the head rested outside his tight hole. “Please,” the Gryffindor whispered to the step as the head of the cock hung just outside his pucker, twitching, teasing, but not reentering. Harry pushed his toned bottom toward the prick, hoping to make it enter himself, but Draco retracted his hips once more.
Dull nails suddenly dug into Harry’s hips, and his forbidden track was once again deliciously violated in one hard thrust. The Gryffindor lifted his head and moaned in grateful ecstasy.
“Selfish indeed,” mumbled the Slytherin spitefully before he pulled back and slammed into Harry’s waiting, wanton ass once more.
Those few initial strokes were the last of the slow and easy, for once Draco entered Harry, he held tightly to the Gryffindor’s hips and threw his own into a blur of movement.
Sweat glistened on Harry’s forehead, causing his glasses to slide down his temples. His head took turns throwing back and falling forward with the influxes of pleasure. His voice also took turns coming and going as he alternated between yelling in bliss and barely breathing out through his parted lips. The young man’s elbows holding him up burned raw on the carpet of his steps as Draco’s fucking caused him to shift back and forth on the old rug.
Draco’s fucking was just as raw as the hero’s knees and elbows were becoming. It was painful and brilliant. It was energetic, yet Harry felt like he was suspended in time. Every time. He didn’t feel the skin tearing away from his knees or elbows. The hero only felt the punishing cock brutalizing his hole at rapid speed, pushing in to the hilt each time and pulling nearly completely out before doing it again. It was amazingly fulfilling. Harry knew there was no meal he had ever been presented that could make him feel this full.
Without warning, the Gryffindor’s shirt was yanked up his back until it was nearly around his neck. He felt the lithe frame of his dinner companion lean over his body, chest to back, skin to skin. Harry didn’t know when Draco had removed or opened his own shirt, but he was glad to feel the hot skin pressed against his own. The Slytherin’s forked tongue ghosted over the protruding vertebrae at the top of Harry’s back gently, before his lips pressed a ginger kiss to the Auror’s sweaty skin. Slender, deft fingers wrapped around the hero’s erection the next moment and squeezed the girth without stroking it. With each action, Draco’s hips kept their high paced rhythm easily. Slowly, the Pureblood’s body coaxed Harry’s to arch downward until…
“Oh, fuck, Dr-Draco!” Harry yelled up his stairs when Draco angled him just right to hit his prostate. Then the skillful fingers on Harry’s erection began to stroke slowly as his prostate was hit rapidly, causing the hero’s green eyes to roll back into his head permanently. Incoherent, if able to speak at all, the Gryffindor was being fucked so perfectly he could barely stand it. His body would lock, then tremble, then move only at Draco’s will. Harry’s sac was tight, ready to release its load and paint his stairs pearly white. And he was just about to accomplish it when a voice suddenly growled in his ear.
“Set to cum again, are you?” Draco’s voice mocked, sounding as if his dick wasn’t presently being devoured by a tight Gryffindor ass. He stroked Harry a little faster.
“Y-yes,” Harry replied breathlessly. “Feels…feels…incredible…feels…”
Draco cut off the praise. “This would be what, your fourth orgasm today? Or do the girls,” he said spitefully, “make you cum as many times as I can?”
Harry couldn’t think of how to answer. Draco’s dick, Draco’s hand, Draco’s voice alone was all he knew at that moment. The Slytherin seemed to sense this and decided to help.
“Did you cum for the Weaslette this morning, Harry?” he purred evilly. Harry couldn’t answer as the base of his cock was squeezed tight, stopping the pending orgasm. “Did you cum inside her tiny womb? Bet she bloody loved it! Bet she kept her legs closed afterward, wanting to keep you inside her, wishing you’d give her a child so she’ll have you forever!” his whisper yelled in Harry’s ear before his teeth pulled at the lobe. The hero shook hard under the Slytherin as flashes of his morning with Ginny entered his mind, cutting through the all-things-Draco haze he was in.
“Or what about Cho, Potter -- did you cum for her?” Draco continued. “Did you cum all over that beautiful face that causes that stupid, dazed expression you get every time you see it?” Once again, he was speechless; the words brought images of Cho to his mind, erasing Ginny completely. “Did you watch your spunk drip from her lips and down her chin? Did it hang from the lashes of her sharp, brown eyes for you? Did you kiss her sweetly then lick her face clean?”
The Auror couldn’t help it; he reached down and grabbed hold of Draco’s hand with the hopes of making it stroke him or release his dick because Harry was sure he could cum on his own at this point.
“P-please, Draco…” Harry found his voice to beg when the Slytherin’s hand refused to budge. “I n-n-need to cum.”
“You need me to make you cum!” the Pureblood corrected. “You fucking give to them, but you take from me!” A particularly hard bite was issued to the Gryffindor’s neck. “You need to feel my cock explode inside of you - ” The last four words were strained as Draco’s body finally reacted to the sex it was having with Harry. “You need to feel my seed dribble out of your hungry, little hole. You like it!” He began to stroke Harry again -much to the hero’s relief - while his own breathing became more labored.
“You love it…” Draco whispered desperately into the skin of his lover’s back. The Slytherin’s body trembled while his hips snapped at Harry’s backside and his hand stroked in time with the powerful thrusts.
Several parts of Harry’s body ached and throbbed in pain, which only proved to fuel his true desire. “Ye-yes, Dracooo - sssss, fuck! - yes, want to…t-take - need to take from you!” The Auror gripped the edge of a step so hard as he spoke and took the pounding of his ass that the thin carpet loosened. “Need - you - need you, Draco!” he declared before hot ropes of semen flew from his penis, decorating his belly, the stairs, and Draco’s fist.
“Harry!” Draco cried into the hero’s back as he too began to release his load into his lover’s body. He pumped his hips slowly and erratically in time with his hand movement to stroke the last bit of semen out of both of them before they collapsed on the stairs together.
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Harry woke up to the dim light of his living room. He looked over to the Black’s grandfather clock. It was nearly one in the morning. The hero yawned and lay further back on his couch. He remembered falling asleep on the couch with Draco behind him, both of them too tired to make it up to his bedroom. However, Harry was alone, or so he thought. In the quiet house, he suddenly heard the fireplace in the downstairs kitchen roar in transport. Now he was truly alone.
Harry yawned once more, which was followed by a smile. He stood his naked body up and rubbed his belly while sighing in satisfaction. The Auror’s body ached in all the right places, but mostly it ached for his bed. His exhaustion promised him a coma-like sleep until morning.
Until the aromas of breakfast would wake him up to another glorious weekend day.
Harry’s stomach vibrated with a tiny growl of hunger as his smile grew. Oh, how he loved his weekends.
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A/N: Thanks for reading!