No reason to celebrate

AN: Alright, somebody didn\'t want to wait and since I finished the sixth book today at 4 p.m. and am in desperate need of some nice H/D myself, I am going to post chapter 10 now. Share and enjoy *grin*

Harry awoke astonishingly refreshed and when he ran his fingers through his hair he could still smell his own spunk on them. He grinned, noticing again the familiar tingling and hot sensation as his cock filled with blood. Shaking his head he headed for the shower, this time ignoring his erection and only touching it to wash it, though it was not as easy as he had thought.

Clad only in his dressing gown he clambered downstairs noticing, as he passed a modern looking clock on the wall opposite the stairs that it was already past 11 a.m. So what, he thought and smiled as the smell of freshly brewed coffee drifted in his direction obviously coming from the kitchen.

Harry pushed the swing door open and stopped dead in his tracks. Draco stood facing the counter near the window and was obviously preparing something to eat, for things like butter, jam and honey were standing nearby. He was clad only in loose fitting track pants, riding low on his hips and showing off something Harry had definitely not expected to find there. But there it was, the most perfectly shaped, round and firm backside. Hadn’t he heard the term ‘bubblebutt’ somewhere on one of his many journeys?

Draco’s skin was so pale and smooth that Harry immediately thought about how, in the old days, aristocratic people were referred to as being blue blooded. Of course their blood wasn’t blue, but to the fact that the rich people didn’t have to work and mostly kept to the shade, their skin was pale and the veins were shining through giving the impression that their blood was indeed blue.

Draco had such a skin. Skin that hadn’t been touched by the sun, most likely so smooth that it would feel satiny and warm. Harry imagined how it would be to run his fingers over it, to run them along the soft curve at the lower back to the smooth swell of the buttocks. His cock twitched underneath his robe and an unknown rush of desire shot through him and he suddenly remembered Draco’s words from the time they had been in Italy sitting in a restaurant. ‘“I know that there is nearly nothing better than being slowly stretched and prepared. The feeling of a huge and hard cock filling you, the tingling and later electrical shocks when you prostate is thoroughly massaged and the intense mind blowing orgasm that may result from it.”’

Harry knew he was going to take and awful big risk but he couldn’t think of anything else at the moment. Over and over again he saw in his mind the scene he had witnessed last night, as Draco had let himself be serviced and how his features had change in lust. A burning sensation spread throughout Harry’s lower body as rational thinking ceased.

As quietly as he could he opened his gown and his cock sprang free, bobbing against his lower belly. Equally quiet he approached Draco from behind and stared at the backside again, it looked so terribly inviting. Draco was humming to himself and Harry wondered why he hadn’t noticed Harry standing behind him yet, when he suddenly saw something dangling from Draco’s ear. Carefully he took a closer look and grinned. He couldn’t believe what he saw. Obviously Draco’s hate for muggles didn’t run that deep, for he was wearing these small headphones you could push slightly inside you ear. ‘Sony’ it said on the tiny headphone. At the end of the cable Harry spotted a small mp3 player also lying on the counter.

It was now or never. Harry steadied himself and placed both his hands on Draco’s hips at the same time. Immediately Draco wanted to turn around but Harry fierce grip stopped him. The blonde’s head shot around but as soon as he had moved, Harry took one of his hands off Draco’s hips and gripped him tightly underneath the chin forcing him to turn his head back to the window. Then he pulled the headphone out and hissed “Don’t you move!”

A faint shiver ran down Draco’s body and he did as he had been told, too surprised to act. Harry pulled out the other side of the headphone as well and moved his hand down the smooth long back, his fingers barely grazing the skin. As soon as he had reached the track pants, he slowly pulled them down until they pooled around Draco’s feet.

When he bent down to get Draco to step out of them, he came face to face with the object of his desire. With a wicked grin he bit forcefully into the right arse cheek and Draco hissed, gripping the edge of the counter tightly. He still couldn’t believe what was happening and at the same time marvelled at the fact that he was already highly aroused and painfully hard. He had never been in a situation like this, at the mercy of another, but his body soared with energy and lust because of it.

Suddenly Draco saw Harry’s hand appear beside him, the slender but strong fingers digging into the butter. He drew a shuddering breath and waited with anticipation. Harry ran his greasy fingers along the enticing crack, feeling the smoothness of the skin. He grinned, obviously Draco kept himself thoroughly shaved. All the better! Harry hated nothing more than hairy balls.

Dipping his fingers deeply between the cheeks, he ran his fingernails over the hidden entrance to Draco’s body. With his right foot Harry forced Draco’s feet further apart and immediately after pushed two fingers through the tight ring of muscle. His victim let out a moan and then he felt the muscles clench painfully. He knew that these first moments were a little uncomfortable for Draco, but he wasn’t here to make sweet love to him, he was here to fuck.

Soon Harry felt the entrance relax around his fingers and he pushed in deeper. He loved the feeling of the velvety, soft and hot tissue that his fingers encountered as he probed Draco’s arse. It is always a little bit difficult to find the prostate the first time, but after some moments and angling his fingers in different ways, he found the slightly denser piece of flesh beneath his fingertips and started massaging it softly. As expected nothing much happened at first, apart from Draco’s by now heavier breathing, but soon after a minute or so, Harry could feel the first tremors wracking the body he was penetrating.

Draco had stopped thinking and now his sub consciousness had taken over, purely reacting to the way his body was being treated. Without noticing he was pushing his arse out further, rubbing himself on Harry’s fingers, wanting more and wanting it harder. Gasps and groans left his mouth and he had no chance of preventing it. All too sudden Draco felt Harry fingers slip from his body and before he could catch his breath, he was being turned around and hoisted up onto the counter top. He heard the jam glass clatter and crash on the ground, the honey toppled over and rolled to the end of the counter to be stopped by the wall and the honey slowly oozed out of the glass, only the butter had survived the incident because Harry had pushed it a bit more to the right when had dug his fingers in before.

As soon as Draco was seated on the counter, Harry pushed his upper body backwards, so that the blonde was now leaning onto the windowsill behind him and pulled the pale, trembling legs towards him, bending them at the knees. In this position, Draco’s backside hung in the air while the rest of him rested on the counter and windowsill. Harry placed Draco’s ankles on his shoulders and again reached for the butter, taking a rather large chunk of it and smeared it lasciviously over his throbbing cock.

Draco was beyond any reasonable thinking and all he was able to think about was to get fucked. He wanted the feel of somebody pumping into him, wanted to hear the sound of skin slapping against skin and the thrilling feeling of loosing control. It must have shown in his eyes, because when Harry looked at him again, the eyes grew a little wider and a feral grin spread across the Gryffindor’s face. Harry held Draco’s legs behind the knees and folded him in half before he pushed his penis into Draco without any warning or hesitation. Draco arched upwards, half in pain and half in lust and a loud, guttural groan left his lips.

Harry felt like a dog in heat as he repeatedly pulled out and slammed back in forcefully, always pushing Draco hard against the windowsill, no doubt causing some pain, but he couldn’t be bothered with that right now. His breath was coming in short, hard gasps and when felt himself nearing his climax he suddenly stopped his thrusting. Slowly, as if to relish it, he pulled from Draco’s body, watching his cock appear, glistening and rock hard. In fascination he saw Draco’s hole spasm slightly after the head of his cock had left the tight channel. Without warning Harry plunged inside again, eliciting another soft scream from the Slytherin and pulled out in the same maddening slowness as he had done before. He kept this up for a few minutes until he was not able to hold any longer and only wanted one thing. His release.

Draco’s hands were holding onto the edge of the counter for dear life and drew shuddering breaths, trying to get more oxygen into his lungs. His body was trembling and his back hurt like hell, but overpowering it all was the rapidly nearing climax. It crouched like an animal ready to jump, like a spring coiled up to its maximum, waiting for the last push to set it free. Suddenly he felt Harry pushing his legs even further against his chest and then he was being penetrated deeper than before, if that was possible. Not understanding how his back muscles were even able to move anymore, his back arched impossibly and Draco climaxed with a shout, shooting his load against Harry and his own body. A inhuman roar and one last, hard thrust into him told him that Harry had come too.


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