A Memory

It was a warm July night, a sticky breeze blowing on the humid air, and Draco Malfoy stood under the starry sky with Blaise Zabini. He longed to press his body against the boy’s, but receded to do so, knowing his father would murder him if he found out Draco was having a relationship with another male. The golden chestnut hair of Zabini flickered and swirled around his face, causing the boy to see in specks of brown and amber. His matching eyes gazed into Draco’s cool stormy ones as Malfoy swallowed; his tongue longing to explore the dark abyss of Blaise’s maw. Draco turned his head, and his body followed. He couldn’t hold on much longer. He already felt his heart would burst and that his body would simply stop working if he didn’t get to caress and hold the teenager in his arms soon. He whisked his head toward his parents’ bedroom window, knowing he had only a few minutes left until they left for their festivité. I can do this, he told himself. I can keep my hands off Blaise for three more minutes, can’t I? Then, Draco glanced back at his boyfriend, and as he watched him standing there in the glow of the waning crescent, he knew he could not and ran inside, knowing Zabini would soon follow.

A minute later, the sound of footsteps reached Draco’s ears. Draco swivelled on the leather seat to look behind him. He swivelled and smiled as Blaise said,

“Draco, I’ll be in the shower; come in later, if you want.” Malfoy turned back around, his ecstasy filled to the rim. In just two minutes, no, about one minute now, he would be in a world of pure joy. A world where he could be with Blaise Zabini. The time snailed by, but after the series of ticks, he heard the footsteps of his father trot down the stairway. There was the strong familiar click of the boot’s soles hitting the hard tile. The soft leather chafed against one another making a faint swishing noise. Lucius’s cool eyes stared into a mirror image of his own. Oh, God, he knows. But he didn’t. His father’s eyes always had that cold winter chill. Maybe once in his life, a spring rain or a summer breeze resided in the soul’s doorway, but the past mattered no more for only a dead emotion strayed there now. Anyway, Lucius stared at Draco with those emotionless eyes, mentioning the fact that he and Narcissa were going out and that they would be back at so-and-so time. Draco turned; he didn’t care where they were going, just when they’ll be back is what matters. Finally, his parents left the manor, and the young Malfoy headed upstairs to take a hot, steamy shower.

The pounding and the stinging of the blistering clear liquid was a dream come true. The water caused wet rivets that washed away the frothy whiteness of the lathered soap. Draco smiled as he felt Zabini’s strong hands run along his back; he felt the smooth texture of nudity scraping across his bare skin. Draco let out a sigh of happiness and he sensed himself being pressed against the shower wall. He turned around as Zabini attacked him with a kiss. He tasted the hot water droplets on the tip of his tongue, and his arms wrapped themselves around the boy’s waist, pulling him in. Blaise’s callous manhood pressed against his own, and the two things had a war, a huge thunderous war, of who could become the hardest. His hair hung dank and lank across his face, the water showing the natural highlights in his baby fine. Draco’s thumb massaged Blaise Zabini’s back in comforting circles as the water vapour swirled in misty waves around the two bodies, mixing the two lights together. The snow white glow of Draco’s own bodily perfume, and the lightly tanned one of Blaise clashed in the soft, hazy light.

Draco smiled as he felt Blaise’s moist lips on his own again. He continued to smile even though the vapour had started to condensate, and the chilly water had started to conquer the warm, soothing one. Malfoy shivered as he stepped closer to his amant, trying to take in the warmth of the body. Blaise could feel the chills running through Malfoy’s body; he pulled apart, shut off the water, and beckoned the pureblood to follow him. Draco stepped out and dried his blonde hair, to eager to even bother to dry his pallid body. He enthusiastically followed the tan body in front of him; it was bobbing in and out of sight as it turned corners as it headed toward Draco’s room. Water continued to drip from his pale, moon white body, and the figure continued to follow Zabini’s shadow in hopeful ecstasy. Suddenly, Blaise stopped as Draco ran smack into him.

“You ought to pay attention to what you’re doing,” he said as he pressed Malfoy’s naked body against the wall. He was so horny, he didn’t even know if he could wait for them to reach the room. Draco felt another soft, satisfying kiss of natural velvet. He heard his heart pound, and his pulse race as Blaise started to kiss the side of his neck. Small gasps escaped his throat as Blaise’s teeth nipped his skin. Finally, Blaise released his sultry hold, took Malfoy’s hand, smiling, and started to lead him to the room again.

The twists and turns seemed to never end, and he felt for certain that he had reached the Land of Nod so that he would never reach his bedroom with those silky sheets to slide into. Draco no longer dripped, but the moisture on his body had turned damp and sticky. Draco sighed in hopelessness; it seemed they would never reach his room. However, they turned the last corner and the wooden door leading to Draco’s room stood in front of them. Blaise opened the door as Draco heard the rhythmic beat of his boyfriend’s heart speed up. Thump. Thump thump. ThumpThumpThump. The beat kept racing and Draco felt his mouth go dry. He licked his lips, trying to lock in the dewy moisture, trying to keep his lips a satin brush for Blaise to brush his own art against. Everything went quiet, and all his ears picked up were the sound of his breath growing steadily louder. He heard himself swallow, and he could swear it was as loud as a rushing waterfall spilling into the icy depths of a pool below. He heard the door click; his eyes followed the sultry figure of Blaise that slowly stepped closer to the boy. Then, they touched, and Draco knew he was no longer on the Earth plane. He was floating in an endless abyss, and the only thing there with him was the one thing he cared for with all his heart, mind, and soul. He was with Blaise. Blaise Zabini.

Draco could feel Zabini’s hands clasp to his waist as the two bodies seemed to be magnetized to the other. The distance between them closed rapidly, and Draco placed his lips on Blaise’s neck. He tasted the last remains of sweat and condensation from the shower. His tongue flicked out, and the saltiness of it made his head swim. Malfoy hooked his arms under the other teen’s, rising up to clasp his shoulders from behind. He clawed at the boy’s back, but left no scratch having those short nails of his. He could feel Blaise sucking on his ear lobe, and he tightened and grew. Zabini had found his number one horny spot. He slipped his arms out of the living manacles and ran his soft hands over the gamin’s chest, stopping to play with one of the pink nipples that hardened under his touch. He could feel the breath, hot and sweltering, upon his neck. He slid away from the breathful heat, and made the grey orbs upon his face look across to the satin pecks of pink flesh. Draco continued to suck on the nipple when he sensed the warm, gushing liquid rush into his throat. Blaise gave a delightful cry of pain mixed with intimate pleasure as the pale-skinned boy pulled away, licking the scarlet candy from his lips. Malfoy could still see the blood dripping from the circular wound caused by his pearly whites, now stained with the colour of the setting sun.

Blaise shuddered as Draco began to lick the wound clean, and the body underneath him persisted to tense every time Draco’s cool tongue touched the skin. Malfoy’s tongue slid back into its cave, and his heated lips started to kiss downward: across his chest, down his abdomen, leaving a faint trail of spit. His carnation-coloured lips fell over Zabibi’s bellybutton, and the pink, worm-like muscle came back into play. It flicked in and out of the rounded indent, and Draco could feel the Blaise was eager for Malfoy to hit the jackpot, to take him in, and to pleasure him beyond his fill. Draco began his kissing trail again, going steadily lower and lower. He reached the penis as he licked it so that it glinted and gleamed in the candlelight. The tongue of Draconis Malfoy seemed to have a mind of its own as it slid all over Blaise’s golden jewel. It traced over the ball sack, and Draco started to suck on the soft body tissue. He could hear short, breathy gasps coming from above his head as he gently bit down on the boy’s pellet. He heard his intimate give another mixed scream, and he felt the spherical object fall from his mouth as he moved toward the centre. Draco took in the succulent beauty of the lascivious manhood before taking it to his mouth. His cavity worked around the fully-erected work of art, working to breathe through the flesh taking up the ebony darkness of the cavern it resided in. His teeth scraped off the dead skin cells while his tongue lashed around the snake-like piece. Suddenly, Blaise ejected inside of him, and he tasted the delightful bliss running down his throat. That’s when Draco went into that world of happiness, when his joy overflowed in a powerful current, and the only sound in his ears was the pleasurable moaning of Blaise Zabini underneath him. That’s when everything started to blur, and the two lovers fell asleep in each other’s arms, their nude bodies entwined in an everlasting embrace. And they slept like that, forgetting the time, forgetting that Mr. Malfoy was coming home, and forgetting all worries in the world, but all that would come back as soon as the elder Malfoy stepped into his son’s room.