The Firewhisky In The Punch
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
Views:
6,592
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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A Big Difference
Further Disclaimer: I don't own the song used for this piece and I make no money from this use. It belongs to the artist, Tomboy, and his people.
This one is a quote from a song called OK2BGAY by Tomboy.
Quote: There's a big difference between kneeling down and bending over.
Story Title: A Big Difference
"There's a big difference between kneeling down..."
Draco rolled his eyes at his clueless boyfriend. He completely understood Harry's hesitation about having sex and...well...anything that had to do with sexual pleasure besides kissing, but Merlin!
Surely someone should have taken Harry aside and explained a few things. He was the bloody savior!
With a sigh, Draco pulled Harry aside, away from his fellow Gryffindors and into a closet that suddenly appeared in the Room of Requirement.
Harry raised his eyebrows, confused. "Didn't you forget something, love?"
Despite having a specific mission in mind, Draco was interested in what exactly they were missing. "What did I forget?"
Harry rolled his eyes, as if that was obvious. "Something to sit on, perhaps? I don't mind being pulled aside, but we still need..."
Draco rolled his eyes. Really, what had Harry done in his spare time? After all, he was a teenage boy and being the savior of the wizarding world didn't take up all the 24 hours in a day and all the 7 days a week.
"Harry, love, I believe it's time we expand your horizons,” Draco said slowly, seductively.
“Wha--OH!” Harry’s hands immediately grasped Draco’s hair as Draco knelt down and opened his lover’s pants. Surprisingly (and Draco made a mental note to ask why Harry had not been wearing underwear if he wasn’t ready for anything other than heavy making out), Harry’s cock sprung out from the zipper, begging for attention.
It was over quickly, but Draco didn’t mind. After all, he knew it had been Harry’s first blow job. He was entitled to come fast. Later, Draco would show Harry exactly what torture was.
"...and bending over."
Draco knew it was time to kick things up a notch. From being shy about sex, Harry had become suddenly very needy with Draco. It seemed every time they had a spare moment, Harry was begging--that's right, begging--for a blow job. Sometimes, more than once a day. As much as Draco didn’t mind, his mouth was becoming very sore.
His discomfort aside, however, he knew that Harry’s attitude lately seemed to reveal that he was ready for something more, but wasn’t sure how to say it. Besides, Draco was sure that the key was for him to take the matter into hand--literally and figuratively--and just do it.
That was why he found himself fingering his own arse, bent over at the waist and with one hand on the bed before him for balance on a Hogsmead weekend. When Harry came in, all thoughts of spending the day in the town were quickly thrown to the lake and forgotten.
^v^v^v^vHPDM^v^v^v^v
Later, when even Harry agreed that four times was enough for one day, Draco sat up on his limp arms and smirked.
“So, lover, do you understand now the difference?”
Harry blushed a bright red, remembering the party where he’d been revealed as a naive virgin. Slowly, he nodded. “Yes, I understand.”
Smirking more evilly, Draco leaned closer to whisper in Harry’s ear. “Good. I’m a top. If I say...”
^v^v^v^vHPDM^v^v^v^v
It was time for another inter-house party and somehow, someone had brought the conversation around the previous discussion.
Draco, sitting on a couch with Harry leaned into his side, smiled. He knew exactly where this conversation was going and he couldn’t help but gloat. After all, even though he had been surprised and even...exasperated that his love had been naive, he had been the one to introduce Harry to all the wonders of sexual pleasure.
“So, Harry,” Dean said, looking awfully Slytherin for a Gryffindor, zeroed in on his dorm-mate, “we all can’t help but notice that you are missing from the dorm a lot more lately. Care to explain why?”
“Hey, yeah,” Ron called out, pausing from stuffing his face, as if he hadn’t eaten dinner just two hours ago. “Where have you been?”
Harry blushed bright red, but when Draco shifted, Harry rolled his eyes. “All right, fine. Draco’s just been...”
It seemed the whole room was holding his breath and Draco, tired of the suspense, finally said it.
“Teaching him how big a difference there is between kneeling down and bending over.” He looked down at his lover who was hiding his face in Draco’s chest. “I actually say it’s time to go practice some.” He grabbed Harry’s hand and lead the Gryffindor into yet another handy closet.
“Did you have to just say it?” Harry moaned sadly, refusing to look into Draco’s eyes.
Draco just rolled his eyes. “It’s not in my nature to be subtle, Potter.” He looked down at himself and then back at Harry. “So, ready to put those 'lessons' to use?” He leered and Harry quickly forgot the conversation with his dorm mates.
“Kneel down, Potter. Now.” When Harry quickly complied and had Draco’s pants open and down a little for more room, he added, “And later, you can bend over for me.”
Harry just hummed his approval.
This one is a quote from a song called OK2BGAY by Tomboy.
Quote: There's a big difference between kneeling down and bending over.
Story Title: A Big Difference
"There's a big difference between kneeling down..."
Draco rolled his eyes at his clueless boyfriend. He completely understood Harry's hesitation about having sex and...well...anything that had to do with sexual pleasure besides kissing, but Merlin!
Surely someone should have taken Harry aside and explained a few things. He was the bloody savior!
With a sigh, Draco pulled Harry aside, away from his fellow Gryffindors and into a closet that suddenly appeared in the Room of Requirement.
Harry raised his eyebrows, confused. "Didn't you forget something, love?"
Despite having a specific mission in mind, Draco was interested in what exactly they were missing. "What did I forget?"
Harry rolled his eyes, as if that was obvious. "Something to sit on, perhaps? I don't mind being pulled aside, but we still need..."
Draco rolled his eyes. Really, what had Harry done in his spare time? After all, he was a teenage boy and being the savior of the wizarding world didn't take up all the 24 hours in a day and all the 7 days a week.
"Harry, love, I believe it's time we expand your horizons,” Draco said slowly, seductively.
“Wha--OH!” Harry’s hands immediately grasped Draco’s hair as Draco knelt down and opened his lover’s pants. Surprisingly (and Draco made a mental note to ask why Harry had not been wearing underwear if he wasn’t ready for anything other than heavy making out), Harry’s cock sprung out from the zipper, begging for attention.
It was over quickly, but Draco didn’t mind. After all, he knew it had been Harry’s first blow job. He was entitled to come fast. Later, Draco would show Harry exactly what torture was.
"...and bending over."
Draco knew it was time to kick things up a notch. From being shy about sex, Harry had become suddenly very needy with Draco. It seemed every time they had a spare moment, Harry was begging--that's right, begging--for a blow job. Sometimes, more than once a day. As much as Draco didn’t mind, his mouth was becoming very sore.
His discomfort aside, however, he knew that Harry’s attitude lately seemed to reveal that he was ready for something more, but wasn’t sure how to say it. Besides, Draco was sure that the key was for him to take the matter into hand--literally and figuratively--and just do it.
That was why he found himself fingering his own arse, bent over at the waist and with one hand on the bed before him for balance on a Hogsmead weekend. When Harry came in, all thoughts of spending the day in the town were quickly thrown to the lake and forgotten.
^v^v^v^vHPDM^v^v^v^v
Later, when even Harry agreed that four times was enough for one day, Draco sat up on his limp arms and smirked.
“So, lover, do you understand now the difference?”
Harry blushed a bright red, remembering the party where he’d been revealed as a naive virgin. Slowly, he nodded. “Yes, I understand.”
Smirking more evilly, Draco leaned closer to whisper in Harry’s ear. “Good. I’m a top. If I say...”
^v^v^v^vHPDM^v^v^v^v
It was time for another inter-house party and somehow, someone had brought the conversation around the previous discussion.
Draco, sitting on a couch with Harry leaned into his side, smiled. He knew exactly where this conversation was going and he couldn’t help but gloat. After all, even though he had been surprised and even...exasperated that his love had been naive, he had been the one to introduce Harry to all the wonders of sexual pleasure.
“So, Harry,” Dean said, looking awfully Slytherin for a Gryffindor, zeroed in on his dorm-mate, “we all can’t help but notice that you are missing from the dorm a lot more lately. Care to explain why?”
“Hey, yeah,” Ron called out, pausing from stuffing his face, as if he hadn’t eaten dinner just two hours ago. “Where have you been?”
Harry blushed bright red, but when Draco shifted, Harry rolled his eyes. “All right, fine. Draco’s just been...”
It seemed the whole room was holding his breath and Draco, tired of the suspense, finally said it.
“Teaching him how big a difference there is between kneeling down and bending over.” He looked down at his lover who was hiding his face in Draco’s chest. “I actually say it’s time to go practice some.” He grabbed Harry’s hand and lead the Gryffindor into yet another handy closet.
“Did you have to just say it?” Harry moaned sadly, refusing to look into Draco’s eyes.
Draco just rolled his eyes. “It’s not in my nature to be subtle, Potter.” He looked down at himself and then back at Harry. “So, ready to put those 'lessons' to use?” He leered and Harry quickly forgot the conversation with his dorm mates.
“Kneel down, Potter. Now.” When Harry quickly complied and had Draco’s pants open and down a little for more room, he added, “And later, you can bend over for me.”
Harry just hummed his approval.