So Desperately Aroused - NC - 17
Title: So Desperately Aroused
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Look, honestly, if they were mine...they would be living out these fics all over the world...
Summary: His first thought was that Potter had been in a fight. The fact that the front of his plain robes was gaping open and his skin seemed sweaty and flushed. But then Draco started to notice that the robes weren’t ripped, and neither was the tie that was hanging loosely across the heaving chest. It had been loosened, not ripped by force.
Set: Seventh Year sometime, a shed somewhere.
Beta: wolvies_wench
Authors Notes: This is for __ohnoes, one of the most beautiful people I know.
Potter kind of fell through the door.
Draco looked up sharply.
Potter was panting heavily; his face was flushed. His robes were undone at the front and his tie was loose, exposing a large slice of his tanned skin. As he sort of stumbled towards Draco, the Slytherin could see the usually bright emerald green eyes were dark and the pupils were dilated.
“What the fuck are you doing here Potter?” snapped Draco as Potter stood directly above him, his breath still coming in short ragged gasps. Draco took in the panting breaths and the pinched face. Potter was swaying slightly and Draco thought the boy might pitch forward at any moment. As he looked back up towards the dark green eyes he saw them devoid of emotion. They seemed glazed with an emotion that made Draco want to shiver.
His first thought was that Potter had been in a fight. The fact that the front of his plain robes was gaping open and his skin seemed sweaty and flushed. But then Draco started to notice that the robes weren’t ripped, and neither was the tie that was hanging loosely across the heaving chest. It had been loosened, not ripped by force.
The Gryffindor shoved something under Draco’s nose and the blonde stood up quickly and tried to move back towards the back of the shed. A sob seemed to echo around the small room and Draco felt something lurch inside his stomach. He looked back towards the outstretched arm where the hand was starting to become limp. Draco sighed and moved forward a little towards Potter whose breathing hadn’t become less ragged, in fact, it seemed to have increased. Instead of at least recognisable breaths, he seemed to be inhaling in strangled gasps.
“What is it?” Draco asked warily, training his eyes on the small something in Potter’s hand. “Hang on…” In the centre of the dark palm was a dark red pill. Blood red. Draco stared at it. He had seen ones like this before. Blaise kept an entire box full in his bottom drawer.
Aphrodisiacs.
He looked back up at Potter who had sweat glistening on his forehead and his eyes seemed wet…no, he couldn’t be…crying?
“Malfoy,” Potter breathed out Draco’s name and the Slytherin felt a not altogether uncomfortable twitch in his boxers. He couldn’t be thinking about Potter like that! Merlin, just because the boy was the most gorgeous person in the entirety of Howgarts…
“You have to help me.” There was a definite crack in the panting voice and Draco felt warmth surround his lower abdomen. Without meaning to, he moved forwards towards Potter, his eyes drifting down to the front of the hanging robes.
There was a straining bulge.
Draco felt his own breath catch in his throat and desperately tried to reason with his brain. Look, he admonished, this was Harry Potter. He had swarms and swarms of women and girls who flocked around him every day, who sighed at every word, and if the stories were true; had seen Mr Potter in such an …aroused…state before. Merlin! Draco mentally shook himself and looked back towards the boy in front of him who had now slumped against the wall of the shed.
Draco held his hand out for the pills and Potter tipped it stickily from his sweating hands.
“Please,” he whispered, a tear sliding down his cheek and gathering on those chapped lips, which had obviously just been bitten. He looked miserable. He looked desperate. He looked fucking hot.
Draco looked down at the pill in his hand and turned it over. No, this one wasn’t Blaise’s. Besides, he had never seen anybody react this strongly. Potter seemed to be absolutely distraught. Draco tried to remember exactly what Blaise had said about his Aphrodisiacs.
It made the person crave sexual contact, he knew that much. It made their desire for sexual release so strong that they began to yearn to the point of desperation. They then started to -
A shadow fell over his hand and he looked up, straight into Potter’s hazy eyes. They were the exact same height, but Potter seemed to be slouching a little, his fist clenched by his side. As Draco looked dazedly into Potter’s face, Potter seemed to move closer. Oh Merlin.
Draco knew what Potter needed. It was obvious, and that painful rise that was…Oh Merlin …digging into his side as Potter leant against him, hot breath on his ear.
“Look Potter,” Draco began haltingly, painfully aware of his own cock, twitching a little now. “I know what you need but …”
“Please help me, Malfoy,” Potter’s voice sounded desperate and Draco looked down to see the Gryffindor slip a hand inside his own robes. “I can’t do this myself,” Tears leaked down Potter’s cheeks and Draco licked his lips nervously.
The hot breath on his ear disappeared for a moment, and Draco gasped when he felt an even hotter tongue gliding across his neck. Licking. Potter was licking Draco’s neck.
Draco moved slightly, trying to convince himself he was moving away from that tongue…that was biting down gently on his neck. Potter was now grinding slightly up against Draco’s thigh and the Slytherin could feel Potter’s hand moving slowly inside own his robes. Merlin. Harry Potter was slowly jerking himself off against Draco’s leg.
Draco didn’t really know what to do.
The biting on his neck was becoming more insistent and the hand dragging along his thigh was moving faster. Potter gave a moan and pressed himself fully into Draco’s body, now grinding a little more desperately. Draco turned around fully. So Potter was grinding against his front now. Draco bit his lip as the back of Potter’s hand, still getting faster and faster inside his own robes, was now creating a delicious friction against Draco’s painfully hard erection.
Potter was still licking and biting at Draco, but now he had moved to the front where the base of Draco’s throat was. He could feel the desperate Gryffindor now moaning softly against Draco’s skin, punctuated with licks and bites that were sending nerves straight to Draco’s cock which was now straining inside his boxers, towards Potter’s hand.
“Ohhhh,” Potter moaned loudly against Draco’s throat and shuddered against his body. Draco felt his body almost go limp with arousal. Harry sodding Potter had just masturbated in front of him. Potter was panting again now, his lips still against Draco’s throat.
“Uh, Potter?” Draco asked nervously as he felt movement around his own cock, and he gathered that the Gryffindor was removing his hand. “You, uh, okay now?”
Potter moved back, tears forming in his eyes, his face flushed and his lips swollen.
“No. No Malfoy. I’m not okay,” his voice was still breathy and desperate. “It won’t go away.” And he grabbed Draco’s hand which was hanging loosely in front of his own arousal. Merlin! Draco’s mind screamed at him. He could feel the hot sticky come on his hand now. Potter had grabbed his hand with the one he just tossed off with. The warm, fluid hand brought Draco’s own towards the front of the dark school robes.
There was still a painful hardening there.
“You’re still…?”
Potter nodded dazedly and let go of Draco’s hand. He could feel the warm residue on his fingers and moved his fingers against each other. Potter gave a miserable smile and leant back into Draco, his soft, dark hair tucked just under his chin.
“You’ve got to help me Malfoy.”
Potter moved back again, tears running down his cheeks now.
“I’m so…horny.”
Draco couldn’t help himself; he grinned. He reached down towards Potter’s hand which was slipping back into the tangle of robes and brought it up to his lips. He tentatively tasted the salty liquid on the brown fingertips and ran his tongue along the length of them. It swirled on his tongue and as he closed his eyes he felt a pressure against his groin. He let out a moan and he felt his jeans being unzipped and let out an even louder moan as he felt Potter’s other fingers against his cock. There was a brief pause as Potter withdrew his fingers from Draco’s mouth and Draco felt a drop of precome slither its way down his length.
Draco almost sank to his knees after Potter as the other boy dipped down in front of him. “Uh, Potter? How is that going to help you? Ohhh,”
The most beautiful sensation curdled through his body as Potter’s tongue licked the weeping head. Draco leant back against the wall behind him as Potter’s mouth closed over the entire head and slid down further and further. He could feel the hot tongue flick around the soft foreskin and trace the vein there. Draco’s brain was going into hazy overdrive. Harry Potter was giving him a blowjob. Harry Potter was sucking him off. Harry Potter had his, Draco Malfoy’s, penis in his mouth.
Draco had to see him. He opened his eyes and came. The orgasm ripped through his body and he bucked forward into Potter’s mouth. He saw his own dick disappear into the wet mouth and empty itself onto that tongue that was still moving along Draco’s shuddering length.
After a few moments Draco heard a whimpering noise and looked down to see Harry Potter slumped up against his legs, face screwed up as if in incredible pain. His fist was balled tight and he was biting his lip.
“Potter?” Draco murmured, still feeling the pleasant glow that was post coital bliss. Potter opened his eyes, and Draco drew back in vague alarm. The eyes that were gazing at him, a definite glazed look to them, were a vivid green - so surreal that it looked frightening. The green was that of poison. Of new grass. Of pure lust.
“Potter?” he tried again and this time the Gryffindor just nodded exhaustedely. “Um, is there anything I can do? Apart from, you know,” he indicated vaguely towards Harry’s crotch where the persistent tent hadn’t flattened. Potter shrugged and his entire air radiated defeat and tiredness.
Draco knelt down and winced as he pressed against his spent cock. He organised himself so that Potter’s head was resting on his lap. How very docile of you, he thought to himself as he lay his hands gingerly on Harry’s chest that was still rising and falling with ragged breaths. Potter whimpered like a kitten and turned as if to burrow even further into Draco’s robes.
“It hurts,” he murmured into the black material and gave a half-hearted push at his erection. “It won’t go away.” Potter opened his eyes and looked straight up into Draco’s own. “It won’t go away.” He repeated. “I’ve tried so hard. So many times…” his voice trailed off into a defeated sigh and Draco had a sudden image of Harry’s fingers teasing his own cock over and over again.
“How many times?” Draco asked, not because he thought the number would help, just because he was curious. Harry just groaned and turned with difficulty so he was now lying flat on his back, the front of his robes still increasingly erect.
“So many, you have no fucking idea,” he said with a weak grin. “All fucking afternoon. Ron thought I was trying to break a record.” Draco gave a small smile and traced Harry’s jaw line. Harry looked back up into Draco’s face and smiled. His lips were chapped and raw and looked as if they hadn’t been…
Draco knew what to do.
Draco Malfoy leant in and kissed Harry Potter, sweeping his tongue over the rough lips and feeling the small sliver of Harry’s tongue as he opened his mouth to sigh.
It was a sigh that seemed to come right from within Harry’s body and Draco felt warm breath rush against his own lips as he pulled back. Harry was smiling in absolute relief now; his face relaxed and easy.
“I have never ever had that happen,” he murmured, barely opening his lips; now smooth from Draco’s tongue.
“Had what happen?”
Harry gave a small laugh that sounded so exhausted Draco tightened his arms around Harry’s torso.
“I’ve never been kissed and…” he waved a hand towards his groin.
It was perfectly flat.
~~~fin~~~
Author's Notes: Hey there! Please let me know what you thought! This is almost pure PWP and I wrote it for a beautiful friend of mine. So, please just drop us a line. *loves*
Cross-Posted like WOAH. meep.
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Look, honestly, if they were mine...they would be living out these fics all over the world...
Summary: His first thought was that Potter had been in a fight. The fact that the front of his plain robes was gaping open and his skin seemed sweaty and flushed. But then Draco started to notice that the robes weren’t ripped, and neither was the tie that was hanging loosely across the heaving chest. It had been loosened, not ripped by force.
Set: Seventh Year sometime, a shed somewhere.
Beta: wolvies_wench
Authors Notes: This is for __ohnoes, one of the most beautiful people I know.
Potter kind of fell through the door.
Draco looked up sharply.
Potter was panting heavily; his face was flushed. His robes were undone at the front and his tie was loose, exposing a large slice of his tanned skin. As he sort of stumbled towards Draco, the Slytherin could see the usually bright emerald green eyes were dark and the pupils were dilated.
“What the fuck are you doing here Potter?” snapped Draco as Potter stood directly above him, his breath still coming in short ragged gasps. Draco took in the panting breaths and the pinched face. Potter was swaying slightly and Draco thought the boy might pitch forward at any moment. As he looked back up towards the dark green eyes he saw them devoid of emotion. They seemed glazed with an emotion that made Draco want to shiver.
His first thought was that Potter had been in a fight. The fact that the front of his plain robes was gaping open and his skin seemed sweaty and flushed. But then Draco started to notice that the robes weren’t ripped, and neither was the tie that was hanging loosely across the heaving chest. It had been loosened, not ripped by force.
The Gryffindor shoved something under Draco’s nose and the blonde stood up quickly and tried to move back towards the back of the shed. A sob seemed to echo around the small room and Draco felt something lurch inside his stomach. He looked back towards the outstretched arm where the hand was starting to become limp. Draco sighed and moved forward a little towards Potter whose breathing hadn’t become less ragged, in fact, it seemed to have increased. Instead of at least recognisable breaths, he seemed to be inhaling in strangled gasps.
“What is it?” Draco asked warily, training his eyes on the small something in Potter’s hand. “Hang on…” In the centre of the dark palm was a dark red pill. Blood red. Draco stared at it. He had seen ones like this before. Blaise kept an entire box full in his bottom drawer.
Aphrodisiacs.
He looked back up at Potter who had sweat glistening on his forehead and his eyes seemed wet…no, he couldn’t be…crying?
“Malfoy,” Potter breathed out Draco’s name and the Slytherin felt a not altogether uncomfortable twitch in his boxers. He couldn’t be thinking about Potter like that! Merlin, just because the boy was the most gorgeous person in the entirety of Howgarts…
“You have to help me.” There was a definite crack in the panting voice and Draco felt warmth surround his lower abdomen. Without meaning to, he moved forwards towards Potter, his eyes drifting down to the front of the hanging robes.
There was a straining bulge.
Draco felt his own breath catch in his throat and desperately tried to reason with his brain. Look, he admonished, this was Harry Potter. He had swarms and swarms of women and girls who flocked around him every day, who sighed at every word, and if the stories were true; had seen Mr Potter in such an …aroused…state before. Merlin! Draco mentally shook himself and looked back towards the boy in front of him who had now slumped against the wall of the shed.
Draco held his hand out for the pills and Potter tipped it stickily from his sweating hands.
“Please,” he whispered, a tear sliding down his cheek and gathering on those chapped lips, which had obviously just been bitten. He looked miserable. He looked desperate. He looked fucking hot.
Draco looked down at the pill in his hand and turned it over. No, this one wasn’t Blaise’s. Besides, he had never seen anybody react this strongly. Potter seemed to be absolutely distraught. Draco tried to remember exactly what Blaise had said about his Aphrodisiacs.
It made the person crave sexual contact, he knew that much. It made their desire for sexual release so strong that they began to yearn to the point of desperation. They then started to -
A shadow fell over his hand and he looked up, straight into Potter’s hazy eyes. They were the exact same height, but Potter seemed to be slouching a little, his fist clenched by his side. As Draco looked dazedly into Potter’s face, Potter seemed to move closer. Oh Merlin.
Draco knew what Potter needed. It was obvious, and that painful rise that was…Oh Merlin …digging into his side as Potter leant against him, hot breath on his ear.
“Look Potter,” Draco began haltingly, painfully aware of his own cock, twitching a little now. “I know what you need but …”
“Please help me, Malfoy,” Potter’s voice sounded desperate and Draco looked down to see the Gryffindor slip a hand inside his own robes. “I can’t do this myself,” Tears leaked down Potter’s cheeks and Draco licked his lips nervously.
The hot breath on his ear disappeared for a moment, and Draco gasped when he felt an even hotter tongue gliding across his neck. Licking. Potter was licking Draco’s neck.
Draco moved slightly, trying to convince himself he was moving away from that tongue…that was biting down gently on his neck. Potter was now grinding slightly up against Draco’s thigh and the Slytherin could feel Potter’s hand moving slowly inside own his robes. Merlin. Harry Potter was slowly jerking himself off against Draco’s leg.
Draco didn’t really know what to do.
The biting on his neck was becoming more insistent and the hand dragging along his thigh was moving faster. Potter gave a moan and pressed himself fully into Draco’s body, now grinding a little more desperately. Draco turned around fully. So Potter was grinding against his front now. Draco bit his lip as the back of Potter’s hand, still getting faster and faster inside his own robes, was now creating a delicious friction against Draco’s painfully hard erection.
Potter was still licking and biting at Draco, but now he had moved to the front where the base of Draco’s throat was. He could feel the desperate Gryffindor now moaning softly against Draco’s skin, punctuated with licks and bites that were sending nerves straight to Draco’s cock which was now straining inside his boxers, towards Potter’s hand.
“Ohhhh,” Potter moaned loudly against Draco’s throat and shuddered against his body. Draco felt his body almost go limp with arousal. Harry sodding Potter had just masturbated in front of him. Potter was panting again now, his lips still against Draco’s throat.
“Uh, Potter?” Draco asked nervously as he felt movement around his own cock, and he gathered that the Gryffindor was removing his hand. “You, uh, okay now?”
Potter moved back, tears forming in his eyes, his face flushed and his lips swollen.
“No. No Malfoy. I’m not okay,” his voice was still breathy and desperate. “It won’t go away.” And he grabbed Draco’s hand which was hanging loosely in front of his own arousal. Merlin! Draco’s mind screamed at him. He could feel the hot sticky come on his hand now. Potter had grabbed his hand with the one he just tossed off with. The warm, fluid hand brought Draco’s own towards the front of the dark school robes.
There was still a painful hardening there.
“You’re still…?”
Potter nodded dazedly and let go of Draco’s hand. He could feel the warm residue on his fingers and moved his fingers against each other. Potter gave a miserable smile and leant back into Draco, his soft, dark hair tucked just under his chin.
“You’ve got to help me Malfoy.”
Potter moved back again, tears running down his cheeks now.
“I’m so…horny.”
Draco couldn’t help himself; he grinned. He reached down towards Potter’s hand which was slipping back into the tangle of robes and brought it up to his lips. He tentatively tasted the salty liquid on the brown fingertips and ran his tongue along the length of them. It swirled on his tongue and as he closed his eyes he felt a pressure against his groin. He let out a moan and he felt his jeans being unzipped and let out an even louder moan as he felt Potter’s other fingers against his cock. There was a brief pause as Potter withdrew his fingers from Draco’s mouth and Draco felt a drop of precome slither its way down his length.
Draco almost sank to his knees after Potter as the other boy dipped down in front of him. “Uh, Potter? How is that going to help you? Ohhh,”
The most beautiful sensation curdled through his body as Potter’s tongue licked the weeping head. Draco leant back against the wall behind him as Potter’s mouth closed over the entire head and slid down further and further. He could feel the hot tongue flick around the soft foreskin and trace the vein there. Draco’s brain was going into hazy overdrive. Harry Potter was giving him a blowjob. Harry Potter was sucking him off. Harry Potter had his, Draco Malfoy’s, penis in his mouth.
Draco had to see him. He opened his eyes and came. The orgasm ripped through his body and he bucked forward into Potter’s mouth. He saw his own dick disappear into the wet mouth and empty itself onto that tongue that was still moving along Draco’s shuddering length.
After a few moments Draco heard a whimpering noise and looked down to see Harry Potter slumped up against his legs, face screwed up as if in incredible pain. His fist was balled tight and he was biting his lip.
“Potter?” Draco murmured, still feeling the pleasant glow that was post coital bliss. Potter opened his eyes, and Draco drew back in vague alarm. The eyes that were gazing at him, a definite glazed look to them, were a vivid green - so surreal that it looked frightening. The green was that of poison. Of new grass. Of pure lust.
“Potter?” he tried again and this time the Gryffindor just nodded exhaustedely. “Um, is there anything I can do? Apart from, you know,” he indicated vaguely towards Harry’s crotch where the persistent tent hadn’t flattened. Potter shrugged and his entire air radiated defeat and tiredness.
Draco knelt down and winced as he pressed against his spent cock. He organised himself so that Potter’s head was resting on his lap. How very docile of you, he thought to himself as he lay his hands gingerly on Harry’s chest that was still rising and falling with ragged breaths. Potter whimpered like a kitten and turned as if to burrow even further into Draco’s robes.
“It hurts,” he murmured into the black material and gave a half-hearted push at his erection. “It won’t go away.” Potter opened his eyes and looked straight up into Draco’s own. “It won’t go away.” He repeated. “I’ve tried so hard. So many times…” his voice trailed off into a defeated sigh and Draco had a sudden image of Harry’s fingers teasing his own cock over and over again.
“How many times?” Draco asked, not because he thought the number would help, just because he was curious. Harry just groaned and turned with difficulty so he was now lying flat on his back, the front of his robes still increasingly erect.
“So many, you have no fucking idea,” he said with a weak grin. “All fucking afternoon. Ron thought I was trying to break a record.” Draco gave a small smile and traced Harry’s jaw line. Harry looked back up into Draco’s face and smiled. His lips were chapped and raw and looked as if they hadn’t been…
Draco knew what to do.
Draco Malfoy leant in and kissed Harry Potter, sweeping his tongue over the rough lips and feeling the small sliver of Harry’s tongue as he opened his mouth to sigh.
It was a sigh that seemed to come right from within Harry’s body and Draco felt warm breath rush against his own lips as he pulled back. Harry was smiling in absolute relief now; his face relaxed and easy.
“I have never ever had that happen,” he murmured, barely opening his lips; now smooth from Draco’s tongue.
“Had what happen?”
Harry gave a small laugh that sounded so exhausted Draco tightened his arms around Harry’s torso.
“I’ve never been kissed and…” he waved a hand towards his groin.
It was perfectly flat.
~~~fin~~~
Author's Notes: Hey there! Please let me know what you thought! This is almost pure PWP and I wrote it for a beautiful friend of mine. So, please just drop us a line. *loves*
Cross-Posted like WOAH. meep.