Torrent (Chapter 1, Part 2)
Suddenly Harry was naked and he was kneeling on the bed. He placed his hands in front of him and slowly began to crawl towards him. Draco was going to die. If a naked Harry actually did what his eyes said he was going to do, Draco would spontaneously combust.
After what felt like years Harry was mere inches away from Draco. They were not actually touching yet, but Draco could feel the heat coming off of Harry. He could smell Harry. He smelled wonderful; he smelled of spice and the earth, musky and he smelled of arousal. Draco could not help himself he squirmed, trying to get closer to Harry, wanting so much for Harry to touch him.
Then it happened. Harry’s skin made contact with Draco’s and an electric shock ran clear through his body, head to toe. He would have gasped, if not for the gag. He moaned instead. And he heard Harry moan as well.
“You feel so good, Draco. Oh so very good.” Harry murmured close to his ear. He rubbed his nose against his throat and Draco felt him inhale and then exhale slowly. Draco moaned again when the cool breath hit his inflamed skin, arching against the ties that held him in place. “You smell so bloody good. I wonder if you taste as good as you smell.” At that Harry bit his nadir or his neck, just where it turned into shoulder. Draco hissed in through his gag. Harry lapped away the slight pain with this tongue. “Yes, you are very delicious.”
Harry moved his head back and looked into Draco’s eyes. “I want to taste your lips. Do you want me to kiss you?”
“Mmm.” Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. Draco tried to say yes, but was again stopped by the now very stupid and very cumbersome piece of cloth covering his mouth.
Harry laughed huskily. “Just nod or shake your head, Draco.” Draco nodded vigorously. “Good answer. I think I would have done it anyway.” Harry removed the gag. Draco flexed his jaw not realizing until then how sore it was. He almost change mind about the whole kissing thing, but Harry was too quick for him.
Before he could even think about forming any word, Harry had swooped down and captured his lips in a kiss. It started out soft and slow, a gentle meeting of the lips. Draco was tentative, not having kissed a member of the same gender before. But Harry was having none of that. After a moment of letting Draco control the kiss, he deepened the kiss, getting Draco to open his mouth. Harry slipped his tongue in and then quickly out again. Draco was intrigued so he did the same, but he was surprised when Harry gently began to suck on his tongue. He released it and went to nibble on his lip. This drove Draco near the brink of sanity and he battled to feel Harry’s lips on him again. Eventually Harry capitulated and the kiss turned desperate. Draco wanted more. He wanted so much more. He wanted to run his fingers through Harry’s hair, but was impeded by the ropes that still help him.
Rather suddenly, Harry pulled away and Draco whimpered at the loss.
“I need you Draco. I need you so much right now, it is almost painful.” Harry whispered against his neck. Then he leaned over him and Draco heard him open a drawer in his night stand and rummage around. “Where...is...it...Ah, here we are.” Draco heard the drawer slam and Harry faced him with a rather wicked smile on his lips. He gave Draco a quick peck on the lips then moved away to kneel between his spread thighs. With the smile still firmly in place, Harry held up a rather familiar vial and waved it in front of Draco. “Is this what you us to wank?” Harry held the vial still and Draco’s eyes widened slightly, then he blushed, everywhere, and silently nodded. “Excellent. What is it?”
Draco licked his lips and answered. “It’s spiced oil. It smells of cinnamon and tingles a little when used.”
“Oh, I liked the wound of that.” Harry uncorked the bottle and brought it to his nose. “Mmm, that smells good.” He poured a generous amount into his hand and rubbed it into his fingers. His face was serious when he looked at Draco again. “Remember when I told you that I wanted you, earlier?”
Draco was afraid that if he answered Harry would tell him that he had changed his mind, but then he caught a glace of Harry’s stiff cock. “Yes.”
“You do know that I meant that I wanted to have sex with you?”
“Yes.”
“And you do know that by sex I mean that I want to fuck you don’t you?”
Draco swallowed. “Yes.”
“Good, just so we are clear.” Harry smiled down at Draco, it was still a rather wicked smile. Then Draco felt a gentle probing between his legs. Then the tip of Harry’s finger was rubbing against his puckered hole.
“What exactly are you doing?” Draco managed to croak out. He had immediately tensed when Harry’s finger has touched the part of his anatomy that he was currently circuling with a well lubed finger.
“I am preparing you. For you see, Draco, as we just discussed, I am going to put my penus in your arse. I would suggest you do not protest, or I will have to gag you again. I also suggest that you relax because we do not want this to be any more painful than it had to be.”
Draco wanted to yell. He wanted to tell Harry to stop, but he sound serious when he said he would gag Draco again, so he refrained. He found it much harder to do as Harry commanded and relax. How could one do such a think when someone just told them that there would be pain involved?
“I can see that telling you to relax was not enough.” Harry leaned forward and licked the tip of Draco’s cock, which had flagged a bit when pain was mentioned.
Draco gasped. “Oh my...” He looked down to see Harry’s mouth still very close to his cock and his cock seemed to like that so it decided to perk right back up.
“Better.” Harry did the licking thing again and Draco hissed out the breath he had not realized he had been holding. Then he took Draco’s cockhead into his mouth and sucked. Draco’s hips came up off the bed. And he moaned, he moaned for all he was worth. He felt Harry push him down with a restraining hand, but he did not care because Harry was still sucking. Draco was most definitely no longer thinking about Harry’s other hand, his other hand that took advantage, at that exact moment to push a finger through his sphincter muscles.
Draco would not say it hurt, per se, but he could see the possibility of pain. But before he thought too much into that certain finger, Harry took more of his cock into his mouth. Draco was too busy enjoying the feeling of that hot mouth on his cock to really notice the fact that Harry’s finger was now in all the way to the knuckle and had begun to move in and out slowly.
Harry kept fellatioing his cock with his mouth as his finger continued to move inside of Draco. He had managed to get three fingers in, before Draco began to feel the threat of an imminent orgasm. Harry seemed to sense this and immediately backed off. Draco whimpered, not for the first time that night. “Why did you stop? I was so close.” Draco whined, yes he whined, but you try having your cock sucked by a very decadent mouth and then have said mouth withdrawn just as you were about to orgasm. See if you did no whine then.
“Sorry Draco, but I do not want you to come just yet.” It was then that Draco realized that he had three of Harry’s fingers thrusting in and out of his arse because just at that moment one of those fingers managed to brush something rather intriguing that almost made Draco reach orgasm after all. So he did what came naturally. “Oh, yesssss. Right there.”
“Like that do you?” Harry asked rather smugly.
Draco did not notice Harry’s tone because he was busy trying to get Harry to do whatever he had just done again. He was rather wantonly thrusting against Harry’s fingers, but it was in vain, Harry was not going deep enough. Harry withdrew his finger all together and Draco not only felt cheated, but he felt empty.
That was not to be the case for long, because Harry had already rubbed some oil onto his cock, “Wow, it really does tingle,” was now lining himself up to push into Draco.
Draco, rather dazed, looked down at Harry’s cock, and panicked. “Oh no. There is not sodding way. There is no way that that is fitting.” He tried to move away, but unfortunately, or fortunately if you were Harry, Draco was still firmly tied to the bed.
“Why have you not untied me?”
“For exactly this reason. I knew you would be frightened so I took precautions.”
“I am not frightened. Simply worried about things fitting correctly and such.”
“You are frightened, admit it.”
“I am not frighten...oh!” Harry had taken Draco’s distraction and ran with it. He had quickly shoved himself in to the hilt into Draco’s very snug and tight hole. Draco did not take well to the intrusion. “Ouch, you oaf!” Harry silenced him with a kiss. Draco tired to refuse, but the pain was ebbing away and he was being distracted by Harry’s talented mouth.
Draco was kissing him back so Harry began to withdraw. Draco felt like he was being emptied again so he squeezed him muscled to try and hold Harry in while he moaned his protest into his lover’s mouth.
Harry groaned deep in his throat at the feel of Draco trying to hold him in, and he slammed himself back in. Draco gasped and tore his mouth away from Harry’s.
“Oh”
Harry commences to move out again and once again Draco moved to him in. And to Draco’s pleasure when Harry thrust back in he managed to hit the spot that had felt oh so good earlier.
“Yes, oh, yes.” Draco moved with Harry wanting him to brush that wonderful place inside him.
Draco lost himself in the frantic movement of sex. He had his head thrown back and his cries were escalating in volume and pitch. Suddenly his hands were free and he clutched as Harry’s hair. His legs were free and he hooked them just above Harry’s arse to angle himself better. Oh my, but that did the trick. On almost every plunged forward that Harry made, he hit against his prostate.
Yes, that’s what that little bundle of nerves was called. He wondered why he couldn’t remember earlier. It might have something to do with the man currently pounding into him as if the world would end any minute now. It might also have something to do with the pleasure that was shooting through him and seemed to be coming out of his mouth. He had to do something about that.
“Kiss me. Kiss me, please.” Draco begged and Harry complied.
Harry was kissing him and fucking him and hitting his prostrate and with that in mind he did what he thought he might do earlier, he spontaneously combusted. Not really, he just came, very loudly. He tore his mouth from Harry’s long enough to let out a long drawn out Harreeeeee, oh ohhhhh, Harreeeeeeeeeee! Then he went back to kissing Harry because harry was still doing the other two afore mentioned activities. And it just would not be the same without the third.
Harry stilled above him and then Draco was flooded with a warmed deep inside. “Oh.”
Harry broke away and growled against his neck and Draco swore he almost came again when he was suddenly bitten, again.
After many seconds of teeth being taken to his neck, Harry released his hold on it and sucked gently but persistently and Draco was sure that there would be a very red mark come morning. Harry stopped mauling him and gave him a deep his. Draco tried to move his hands to come around Harry, but was too boneless to get more than a twitch from his right hand. Harry did not mind because Draco was being thoroughly snogged.
Harry pulled out of him, and Draco winced; not the best feeling in the world, but what was to be expected after having had said feeling. Harry rolled him onto his side and spooned him.
“You better get some sleep because I am going to want to do that again at least once more before morning.”
Draco smiled and promptly fell asleep.
~tbc
After what felt like years Harry was mere inches away from Draco. They were not actually touching yet, but Draco could feel the heat coming off of Harry. He could smell Harry. He smelled wonderful; he smelled of spice and the earth, musky and he smelled of arousal. Draco could not help himself he squirmed, trying to get closer to Harry, wanting so much for Harry to touch him.
Then it happened. Harry’s skin made contact with Draco’s and an electric shock ran clear through his body, head to toe. He would have gasped, if not for the gag. He moaned instead. And he heard Harry moan as well.
“You feel so good, Draco. Oh so very good.” Harry murmured close to his ear. He rubbed his nose against his throat and Draco felt him inhale and then exhale slowly. Draco moaned again when the cool breath hit his inflamed skin, arching against the ties that held him in place. “You smell so bloody good. I wonder if you taste as good as you smell.” At that Harry bit his nadir or his neck, just where it turned into shoulder. Draco hissed in through his gag. Harry lapped away the slight pain with this tongue. “Yes, you are very delicious.”
Harry moved his head back and looked into Draco’s eyes. “I want to taste your lips. Do you want me to kiss you?”
“Mmm.” Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. Draco tried to say yes, but was again stopped by the now very stupid and very cumbersome piece of cloth covering his mouth.
Harry laughed huskily. “Just nod or shake your head, Draco.” Draco nodded vigorously. “Good answer. I think I would have done it anyway.” Harry removed the gag. Draco flexed his jaw not realizing until then how sore it was. He almost change mind about the whole kissing thing, but Harry was too quick for him.
Before he could even think about forming any word, Harry had swooped down and captured his lips in a kiss. It started out soft and slow, a gentle meeting of the lips. Draco was tentative, not having kissed a member of the same gender before. But Harry was having none of that. After a moment of letting Draco control the kiss, he deepened the kiss, getting Draco to open his mouth. Harry slipped his tongue in and then quickly out again. Draco was intrigued so he did the same, but he was surprised when Harry gently began to suck on his tongue. He released it and went to nibble on his lip. This drove Draco near the brink of sanity and he battled to feel Harry’s lips on him again. Eventually Harry capitulated and the kiss turned desperate. Draco wanted more. He wanted so much more. He wanted to run his fingers through Harry’s hair, but was impeded by the ropes that still help him.
Rather suddenly, Harry pulled away and Draco whimpered at the loss.
“I need you Draco. I need you so much right now, it is almost painful.” Harry whispered against his neck. Then he leaned over him and Draco heard him open a drawer in his night stand and rummage around. “Where...is...it...Ah, here we are.” Draco heard the drawer slam and Harry faced him with a rather wicked smile on his lips. He gave Draco a quick peck on the lips then moved away to kneel between his spread thighs. With the smile still firmly in place, Harry held up a rather familiar vial and waved it in front of Draco. “Is this what you us to wank?” Harry held the vial still and Draco’s eyes widened slightly, then he blushed, everywhere, and silently nodded. “Excellent. What is it?”
Draco licked his lips and answered. “It’s spiced oil. It smells of cinnamon and tingles a little when used.”
“Oh, I liked the wound of that.” Harry uncorked the bottle and brought it to his nose. “Mmm, that smells good.” He poured a generous amount into his hand and rubbed it into his fingers. His face was serious when he looked at Draco again. “Remember when I told you that I wanted you, earlier?”
Draco was afraid that if he answered Harry would tell him that he had changed his mind, but then he caught a glace of Harry’s stiff cock. “Yes.”
“You do know that I meant that I wanted to have sex with you?”
“Yes.”
“And you do know that by sex I mean that I want to fuck you don’t you?”
Draco swallowed. “Yes.”
“Good, just so we are clear.” Harry smiled down at Draco, it was still a rather wicked smile. Then Draco felt a gentle probing between his legs. Then the tip of Harry’s finger was rubbing against his puckered hole.
“What exactly are you doing?” Draco managed to croak out. He had immediately tensed when Harry’s finger has touched the part of his anatomy that he was currently circuling with a well lubed finger.
“I am preparing you. For you see, Draco, as we just discussed, I am going to put my penus in your arse. I would suggest you do not protest, or I will have to gag you again. I also suggest that you relax because we do not want this to be any more painful than it had to be.”
Draco wanted to yell. He wanted to tell Harry to stop, but he sound serious when he said he would gag Draco again, so he refrained. He found it much harder to do as Harry commanded and relax. How could one do such a think when someone just told them that there would be pain involved?
“I can see that telling you to relax was not enough.” Harry leaned forward and licked the tip of Draco’s cock, which had flagged a bit when pain was mentioned.
Draco gasped. “Oh my...” He looked down to see Harry’s mouth still very close to his cock and his cock seemed to like that so it decided to perk right back up.
“Better.” Harry did the licking thing again and Draco hissed out the breath he had not realized he had been holding. Then he took Draco’s cockhead into his mouth and sucked. Draco’s hips came up off the bed. And he moaned, he moaned for all he was worth. He felt Harry push him down with a restraining hand, but he did not care because Harry was still sucking. Draco was most definitely no longer thinking about Harry’s other hand, his other hand that took advantage, at that exact moment to push a finger through his sphincter muscles.
Draco would not say it hurt, per se, but he could see the possibility of pain. But before he thought too much into that certain finger, Harry took more of his cock into his mouth. Draco was too busy enjoying the feeling of that hot mouth on his cock to really notice the fact that Harry’s finger was now in all the way to the knuckle and had begun to move in and out slowly.
Harry kept fellatioing his cock with his mouth as his finger continued to move inside of Draco. He had managed to get three fingers in, before Draco began to feel the threat of an imminent orgasm. Harry seemed to sense this and immediately backed off. Draco whimpered, not for the first time that night. “Why did you stop? I was so close.” Draco whined, yes he whined, but you try having your cock sucked by a very decadent mouth and then have said mouth withdrawn just as you were about to orgasm. See if you did no whine then.
“Sorry Draco, but I do not want you to come just yet.” It was then that Draco realized that he had three of Harry’s fingers thrusting in and out of his arse because just at that moment one of those fingers managed to brush something rather intriguing that almost made Draco reach orgasm after all. So he did what came naturally. “Oh, yesssss. Right there.”
“Like that do you?” Harry asked rather smugly.
Draco did not notice Harry’s tone because he was busy trying to get Harry to do whatever he had just done again. He was rather wantonly thrusting against Harry’s fingers, but it was in vain, Harry was not going deep enough. Harry withdrew his finger all together and Draco not only felt cheated, but he felt empty.
That was not to be the case for long, because Harry had already rubbed some oil onto his cock, “Wow, it really does tingle,” was now lining himself up to push into Draco.
Draco, rather dazed, looked down at Harry’s cock, and panicked. “Oh no. There is not sodding way. There is no way that that is fitting.” He tried to move away, but unfortunately, or fortunately if you were Harry, Draco was still firmly tied to the bed.
“Why have you not untied me?”
“For exactly this reason. I knew you would be frightened so I took precautions.”
“I am not frightened. Simply worried about things fitting correctly and such.”
“You are frightened, admit it.”
“I am not frighten...oh!” Harry had taken Draco’s distraction and ran with it. He had quickly shoved himself in to the hilt into Draco’s very snug and tight hole. Draco did not take well to the intrusion. “Ouch, you oaf!” Harry silenced him with a kiss. Draco tired to refuse, but the pain was ebbing away and he was being distracted by Harry’s talented mouth.
Draco was kissing him back so Harry began to withdraw. Draco felt like he was being emptied again so he squeezed him muscled to try and hold Harry in while he moaned his protest into his lover’s mouth.
Harry groaned deep in his throat at the feel of Draco trying to hold him in, and he slammed himself back in. Draco gasped and tore his mouth away from Harry’s.
“Oh”
Harry commences to move out again and once again Draco moved to him in. And to Draco’s pleasure when Harry thrust back in he managed to hit the spot that had felt oh so good earlier.
“Yes, oh, yes.” Draco moved with Harry wanting him to brush that wonderful place inside him.
Draco lost himself in the frantic movement of sex. He had his head thrown back and his cries were escalating in volume and pitch. Suddenly his hands were free and he clutched as Harry’s hair. His legs were free and he hooked them just above Harry’s arse to angle himself better. Oh my, but that did the trick. On almost every plunged forward that Harry made, he hit against his prostate.
Yes, that’s what that little bundle of nerves was called. He wondered why he couldn’t remember earlier. It might have something to do with the man currently pounding into him as if the world would end any minute now. It might also have something to do with the pleasure that was shooting through him and seemed to be coming out of his mouth. He had to do something about that.
“Kiss me. Kiss me, please.” Draco begged and Harry complied.
Harry was kissing him and fucking him and hitting his prostrate and with that in mind he did what he thought he might do earlier, he spontaneously combusted. Not really, he just came, very loudly. He tore his mouth from Harry’s long enough to let out a long drawn out Harreeeeee, oh ohhhhh, Harreeeeeeeeeee! Then he went back to kissing Harry because harry was still doing the other two afore mentioned activities. And it just would not be the same without the third.
Harry stilled above him and then Draco was flooded with a warmed deep inside. “Oh.”
Harry broke away and growled against his neck and Draco swore he almost came again when he was suddenly bitten, again.
After many seconds of teeth being taken to his neck, Harry released his hold on it and sucked gently but persistently and Draco was sure that there would be a very red mark come morning. Harry stopped mauling him and gave him a deep his. Draco tried to move his hands to come around Harry, but was too boneless to get more than a twitch from his right hand. Harry did not mind because Draco was being thoroughly snogged.
Harry pulled out of him, and Draco winced; not the best feeling in the world, but what was to be expected after having had said feeling. Harry rolled him onto his side and spooned him.
“You better get some sleep because I am going to want to do that again at least once more before morning.”
Draco smiled and promptly fell asleep.
~tbc