JMDC gift!fic, HPPositions
Title: Roommates With Benefits
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Hand jobs, blow job
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1550
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Gift for October 2011's JMDC winner, kitty_fic, whose prompt was straight boys experimenting and realizing they may not be as straight as they thought
♦ hp_positions oral
Summary: Harry eschews Auror training for Healer training, instead. Who knew he'd get Draco Malfoy as a roommate?
The door opened, and Harry turned, eager to see whom he'd be sharing a dorm room with.
Draco Malfoy stepped inside and stumbled to a halt.
As one, they both said, "No, not you!"
"I thought you were headed for Auror training, Potter."
Harry made a scoffing noise. "I've had enough of fighting, Malfoy," he said. "I wanted to do something different."
"Still, Healer training?" Draco asked.
Rather than defend his choice, Harry asked, "Why did you choose Healer training?"
Draco averted his eyes when he replied, "I'd had enough of hurting people, too."
Within a week, they had settled into an uneasy truce and a routine of sorts. Draco was an early riser and used the bathroom first. By the time he emerged, Harry was just rolling out of his bed and ready for his turn in the bathroom. They had some classes together, but each was taking other courses, as well.
Harry thought about dating, but there really wasn't much spare time. If he wasn't in class, he was either studying or sleeping. The course work was more difficult than he had anticipated, and he found himself having to focus on his studies to keep his marks up.
Wanking was either done in the shower or when Draco was at class and Harry had their room to himself. Enforced celibacy was causing Harry to look askance at Draco more and more frequently. Harry didn't consider himself bent, but Draco was attractive for a bloke. With his soft hair and lithe body, he was almost pretty. Harry had been alarmed when he first began imagining Draco when he wanked, but he had excused himself on the grounds that he saw Draco...a lot of him...quite often.
Harry wasn't bent, but it was okay to fantasize.
Draco followed a pretty girl out of the classroom. She headed toward the library, but Draco just shook his head and turned in the direction of the dormitories. He didn't have time to flirt with girls. A solitary wank would have to do later tonight, once Harry was asleep.
Thoughts of Harry stirred Draco's loins. He wasn't gay, but neither was he shy about checking out other blokes. Harry was a bit of alright these days, and Draco wondered why his roommate never seemed interested in pulling any of the dozens of girls who would gladly go out with him. It was possible that Harry had fallen into the same rut--that of being too busy and too tired to go out at all. He supposed Harry wanked, too, but Draco had never caught him at it. Therefore, Draco was surprised to get back to his dorm room early and find Harry doing just that.
Harry snatched his hand out of his pants when Draco sauntered through the door, but it was too late. He could tell by his roommate's raised eyebrow that Draco was aware of what he'd been up to. Harry's face got hot. He was about to apologize for his transgression when Draco rendered him speechless.
"Would you like a hand with that?"
"Wh-what?" gasped Harry.
Draco slung his bag of books onto his small desk and said, "You know what I mean. I'll wax your broom if you wax mine."
"Are you having me on?" Harry demanded.
Draco shook his head. "I don't have time to date, and I'm tired of only having my hand for company. It's just a hand-job, Harry. It doesn't mean we're gay."
"Sure, okay," stammered Harry. His breathing quickened when Draco kicked off his jeans and joined him on the narrow bed. Draco wrapped his fingers around Harry's prick and gave it a practiced squeeze.
Harry groaned and let his head fall back for a moment before he remembered himself and shoved a hand down Draco's pants. Draco's cock was hot and hard, and it twitched in Harry's grasp. Harry's face flushed again, but he bit his lip and began tugging on Draco's cock the way he liked to treat his own. Draco's grip felt brilliant, much better than wanking alone, and Harry came in a matter of minutes. He continued stroking Draco until he felt his roommate's cock jerk in his hand and spill over his fingers.
Draco pushed Harry's hand away and murmured, "That was fantastic. Dibs on the shower!"
They developed a new routine. At least three times a week, Harry and Draco would cuddle together on one bed and stroke each other to completion. They had shared some tentative snogs that soon grew to be passionate make-out sessions as they wanked one another. Harry began to look forward to these encounters, in spite of the fact that he wasn't bent. No girl he'd ever dated had ever been so eager for sexual contact.
One evening, as Harry stripped down to his pants in preparation for joining Draco on his bed, Draco surprised him once again.
"How about a suck?" Draco offered, striving to sound casual.
"You'd be willing to do that?" Harry exclaimed. His cock was certainly interested.
"Yes, if you're willing to reciprocate," said Draco.
Harry thought it over. He'd only ever had one blow job, expertly rendered by Romilda Vane, and he longed for another. He'd never been able to convince Ginny to try it, however. Draco's offer was tempting, but he had never performed oral on a bloke before.
"I've never...you know," Harry confessed.
Draco shrugged. "I've never tried it before, either, but I know what I like, and I reckon I can do a passable job of it."
"O-okay," stammered Harry, willing to at least give it a go.
Draco stood up and pushed Harry down to sit on the bed. He knelt between Harry's legs and pulled his pants down far enough to allow Harry's cock to spring free. Draco gave it a few strokes before he bent his head and licked the tip.
Harry groaned and fisted his hands in the blankets. He made a frustrated sound in his throat when Draco's tongue was removed. Harry's eyes blinked open.
Draco was licking his lips, sampling the new flavor on his tongue. He glanced up at Harry, lifted one shoulder in a half-shrug, and bent to his task once more.
Another groan vibrated in Harry's throat when Draco's lips closed over the tip of his prick. Light suction was applied, followed by more tentative licks. Harry was afraid he was going to come at any moment, and Draco's mouth had barely touched him.
Draco lowered his head, taking more of Harry's cock into his mouth and hollowing his cheeks as he sucked. He pulled off and ran his tongue up the throbbing vein on the underside of Harry's prick. Draco reached into Harry's pants to fondle his balls. He gave Harry's sac a gentle squeeze, grinning when Harry twitched in reaction. Draco took the crown of Harry's cock in his mouth again, lowering his head slowly as he experimented with his gag reflex. When it became too much, he backed off slightly, learning his limitations.
Harry didn't mind that Draco was using him for a test subject. He was in heaven. The hot, wet suction of Draco's mouth was driving him mad, and the swipes of his roommate's tongue were just as erotic. Harry leaned his weight back, bracing himself on his hands, and he pushed his hips up.
Draco pulled off with a sputter. "Careful!" he admonished.
"Sorry, sorry," babbled Harry.
Draco indicated his forgiveness by resuming his oral ministrations.
Harry forced himself to remain still, allowing Draco to control the situation. His balls drew up, and Harry had the presence of mind to give fair warning. "Draco, I'm close," he gasped. "I'm com-ohmygod!"
Draco gamely continued sucking, wanting this new experience to be complete. When Harry pulsed on his tongue, shooting liquid into his mouth, Draco did his best to swallow. He choked a bit, and some of the excess dribbled from the corner of his mouth and down his chin. Draco waited until Harry fell back on the bed with a contented sigh before he let Harry's softening prick slip from between his lips.
Draco wiped his face with the back of one hand and undid his trousers with the other. He wobbled to his feet and began wanking with quick, hard tugs on his cock. It took only a few strokes before Draco climaxed, spattering Harry with his release.
Harry grimaced, but otherwise he remained silent and still. He couldn't begrudge Draco, not after the brilliant blow job Draco had just treated him to.
Draco toppled onto the bed, narrowly avoiding Harry. "How was it?" he asked, voice still husky from his earlier activities.
"Fantastic," breathed Harry. He turned his head to look at Draco, taking in his roommate's tousled hair and swollen lips. Harry's cock twitched again, and he quickly averted his gaze. He cleared his throat and mumbled, "It doesn't mean that I'm bent, though."
Roommates With Benefits 2
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco/Harry
Rating: NC17
Warning(s): Hand jobs, blow job
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 1550
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for:
♦ Gift for October 2011's JMDC winner, kitty_fic, whose prompt was straight boys experimenting and realizing they may not be as straight as they thought
♦ hp_positions oral
Summary: Harry eschews Auror training for Healer training, instead. Who knew he'd get Draco Malfoy as a roommate?
The door opened, and Harry turned, eager to see whom he'd be sharing a dorm room with.
Draco Malfoy stepped inside and stumbled to a halt.
As one, they both said, "No, not you!"
"I thought you were headed for Auror training, Potter."
Harry made a scoffing noise. "I've had enough of fighting, Malfoy," he said. "I wanted to do something different."
"Still, Healer training?" Draco asked.
Rather than defend his choice, Harry asked, "Why did you choose Healer training?"
Draco averted his eyes when he replied, "I'd had enough of hurting people, too."
Within a week, they had settled into an uneasy truce and a routine of sorts. Draco was an early riser and used the bathroom first. By the time he emerged, Harry was just rolling out of his bed and ready for his turn in the bathroom. They had some classes together, but each was taking other courses, as well.
Harry thought about dating, but there really wasn't much spare time. If he wasn't in class, he was either studying or sleeping. The course work was more difficult than he had anticipated, and he found himself having to focus on his studies to keep his marks up.
Wanking was either done in the shower or when Draco was at class and Harry had their room to himself. Enforced celibacy was causing Harry to look askance at Draco more and more frequently. Harry didn't consider himself bent, but Draco was attractive for a bloke. With his soft hair and lithe body, he was almost pretty. Harry had been alarmed when he first began imagining Draco when he wanked, but he had excused himself on the grounds that he saw Draco...a lot of him...quite often.
Harry wasn't bent, but it was okay to fantasize.
Draco followed a pretty girl out of the classroom. She headed toward the library, but Draco just shook his head and turned in the direction of the dormitories. He didn't have time to flirt with girls. A solitary wank would have to do later tonight, once Harry was asleep.
Thoughts of Harry stirred Draco's loins. He wasn't gay, but neither was he shy about checking out other blokes. Harry was a bit of alright these days, and Draco wondered why his roommate never seemed interested in pulling any of the dozens of girls who would gladly go out with him. It was possible that Harry had fallen into the same rut--that of being too busy and too tired to go out at all. He supposed Harry wanked, too, but Draco had never caught him at it. Therefore, Draco was surprised to get back to his dorm room early and find Harry doing just that.
Harry snatched his hand out of his pants when Draco sauntered through the door, but it was too late. He could tell by his roommate's raised eyebrow that Draco was aware of what he'd been up to. Harry's face got hot. He was about to apologize for his transgression when Draco rendered him speechless.
"Would you like a hand with that?"
"Wh-what?" gasped Harry.
Draco slung his bag of books onto his small desk and said, "You know what I mean. I'll wax your broom if you wax mine."
"Are you having me on?" Harry demanded.
Draco shook his head. "I don't have time to date, and I'm tired of only having my hand for company. It's just a hand-job, Harry. It doesn't mean we're gay."
"Sure, okay," stammered Harry. His breathing quickened when Draco kicked off his jeans and joined him on the narrow bed. Draco wrapped his fingers around Harry's prick and gave it a practiced squeeze.
Harry groaned and let his head fall back for a moment before he remembered himself and shoved a hand down Draco's pants. Draco's cock was hot and hard, and it twitched in Harry's grasp. Harry's face flushed again, but he bit his lip and began tugging on Draco's cock the way he liked to treat his own. Draco's grip felt brilliant, much better than wanking alone, and Harry came in a matter of minutes. He continued stroking Draco until he felt his roommate's cock jerk in his hand and spill over his fingers.
Draco pushed Harry's hand away and murmured, "That was fantastic. Dibs on the shower!"
They developed a new routine. At least three times a week, Harry and Draco would cuddle together on one bed and stroke each other to completion. They had shared some tentative snogs that soon grew to be passionate make-out sessions as they wanked one another. Harry began to look forward to these encounters, in spite of the fact that he wasn't bent. No girl he'd ever dated had ever been so eager for sexual contact.
One evening, as Harry stripped down to his pants in preparation for joining Draco on his bed, Draco surprised him once again.
"How about a suck?" Draco offered, striving to sound casual.
"You'd be willing to do that?" Harry exclaimed. His cock was certainly interested.
"Yes, if you're willing to reciprocate," said Draco.
Harry thought it over. He'd only ever had one blow job, expertly rendered by Romilda Vane, and he longed for another. He'd never been able to convince Ginny to try it, however. Draco's offer was tempting, but he had never performed oral on a bloke before.
"I've never...you know," Harry confessed.
Draco shrugged. "I've never tried it before, either, but I know what I like, and I reckon I can do a passable job of it."
"O-okay," stammered Harry, willing to at least give it a go.
Draco stood up and pushed Harry down to sit on the bed. He knelt between Harry's legs and pulled his pants down far enough to allow Harry's cock to spring free. Draco gave it a few strokes before he bent his head and licked the tip.
Harry groaned and fisted his hands in the blankets. He made a frustrated sound in his throat when Draco's tongue was removed. Harry's eyes blinked open.
Draco was licking his lips, sampling the new flavor on his tongue. He glanced up at Harry, lifted one shoulder in a half-shrug, and bent to his task once more.
Another groan vibrated in Harry's throat when Draco's lips closed over the tip of his prick. Light suction was applied, followed by more tentative licks. Harry was afraid he was going to come at any moment, and Draco's mouth had barely touched him.
Draco lowered his head, taking more of Harry's cock into his mouth and hollowing his cheeks as he sucked. He pulled off and ran his tongue up the throbbing vein on the underside of Harry's prick. Draco reached into Harry's pants to fondle his balls. He gave Harry's sac a gentle squeeze, grinning when Harry twitched in reaction. Draco took the crown of Harry's cock in his mouth again, lowering his head slowly as he experimented with his gag reflex. When it became too much, he backed off slightly, learning his limitations.
Harry didn't mind that Draco was using him for a test subject. He was in heaven. The hot, wet suction of Draco's mouth was driving him mad, and the swipes of his roommate's tongue were just as erotic. Harry leaned his weight back, bracing himself on his hands, and he pushed his hips up.
Draco pulled off with a sputter. "Careful!" he admonished.
"Sorry, sorry," babbled Harry.
Draco indicated his forgiveness by resuming his oral ministrations.
Harry forced himself to remain still, allowing Draco to control the situation. His balls drew up, and Harry had the presence of mind to give fair warning. "Draco, I'm close," he gasped. "I'm com-ohmygod!"
Draco gamely continued sucking, wanting this new experience to be complete. When Harry pulsed on his tongue, shooting liquid into his mouth, Draco did his best to swallow. He choked a bit, and some of the excess dribbled from the corner of his mouth and down his chin. Draco waited until Harry fell back on the bed with a contented sigh before he let Harry's softening prick slip from between his lips.
Draco wiped his face with the back of one hand and undid his trousers with the other. He wobbled to his feet and began wanking with quick, hard tugs on his cock. It took only a few strokes before Draco climaxed, spattering Harry with his release.
Harry grimaced, but otherwise he remained silent and still. He couldn't begrudge Draco, not after the brilliant blow job Draco had just treated him to.
Draco toppled onto the bed, narrowly avoiding Harry. "How was it?" he asked, voice still husky from his earlier activities.
"Fantastic," breathed Harry. He turned his head to look at Draco, taking in his roommate's tousled hair and swollen lips. Harry's cock twitched again, and he quickly averted his gaze. He cleared his throat and mumbled, "It doesn't mean that I'm bent, though."
Roommates With Benefits 2