No reason to celebrate

Harry sat stunned at the desk and gulped. Had he understood Draco correctly? What was he to him? His mind was rebelled against the mere thought of having sex again with Draco, but his body had already reacted to the idea. A wonderful humming sensation had manifested itself inside his belly and the well known tingling sensation as his cock slowly but steadily expanded. Never before had Harry felt so torn by his needs, wants and his moral views. Hadn’t he just a few days ago wished for love and happiness in his life?

Instead of happiness and never ending love he was offered a comfortable room, good wine and food and a casual fuck from time to time. Not precisely what he had hoped to find, but nevertheless better than nothing. Should he take up Draco on his offer or rather not. After having spent nearly an hour contemplating his misery, he felt a certain tremble of his fingers and a herd to quenchable thirst. Hadn’t Draco brought home some champagne?

Abandoning his former thoughts Harry quickly got up and strolled into the living room hoping to find Draco there, but the bond man was nowhere to be found. After Harry had searched the kitchen and dining room as well he went upstairs and walked down the corridor to Draco’s bedroom, by now having a hard time suppressing the slight shaking of his hands. He needed a drink. Up till now he had taken refuge in the few bottles of Grappa he had brought along from Italy, but now they were empty and taking another one of Draco’s bottles was clearly out of the question.

The door to Draco’s bedroom was ajar and Harry knocked hesitantly before entering.

“Enter.” Draco’s voice was strangely muffled.

Peering into the room Harry saw Draco just pulling his cashmere pullover over his head and flinging it onto a chair in the corner of the room.

“Hey.” Harry looked pointedly at the large windows so he wouldn’t seem to be staring.

“Hey.” Draco noticed Harry’s insecure approach and grinned.

“Look, I don’t want to disturb, but didn’t you bring back some really nice food and some champagne? Was that for us, or are you expecting any guests?”

“Harry!” Draco feigned shock “I didn’t know you had a taste for things like that. Of course it was intended for a cosy dinner for us, but we can also make it a late lunch if you wish.”

“Oh.”

“Oh? I had hoped for at least a ‘great’, or maybe even a ‘fantastic’ and most of all a ‘shall I set the table?’ “

“Shall I set the table?” Harry felt a smile making its way across his face.

“Sure.”

Harry was just about to turn and leave when he saw out of the corner of his eye Draco dropping shirt on the floor and his hands working on the fly of his trousers. Feeling his mouth becoming dry, Harry realised that he was only seconds away from seeing that marvellous piece of arse again. And as if on command Draco slid his pants downwards taking his boxers along the way and giving Harry a great view of his backside by bending over slightly.

Harry’s eyes were glued to Draco’s body and he couldn’t make his body move and turn around and leave.

“Harry?” Draco sounded amused.

“Ah, what? Oh, yeah, sorry.”

More stumbling than walking Harry fled the room and hurried towards the kitchen. He gathered everything he thought was ideal for the late lunch. Placing the prawns, caviar and salmon decoratively on platters and fetching the champagne flutes he carried everything into the dining room and laid out the table. He knew Draco had damask napkins in the sideboard and with it a matching tablecloth. He also found the silver cutlery and china plates to go with it.


Draco had changed into something more casual but still elegant and strolled downstairs to see what Harry had accomplished while he had been in his bedroom. The sound of cutlery being laid on a table reached his ears and he grinned with satisfaction. It was nearly as good as having a house elf again. A very fuckable house elf. Suddenly another sound made Draco grin even more, Harry was mumbling the ‘inflamary’ spell, obviously to ignite the candles.

“Wow, that looks fantastic Potter.”

Harry looked up in surprise since he hadn’t heard Draco enter the room and now grinned a little unsure, afraid that Draco wouldn’t like what he had set up, but he now could see the shining in the blonde’s eyes and sighed with relief.

They savoured the champagne and soon Harry felt his world shift into place again and as a certain kind of peace overwhelmed him, he could really enjoy the food and company as well.

Draco watched his opposite and found it strangely enjoyable to just sit and chat with the former Griffindor. Taking their time they sat for nearly two hours at the table and after the second bottle of champagne the atmosphere had improved greatly. When all the platters had been cleared of their contents Draco took another bottle from the fridge and manoeuvred Harry into the living room.

While Draco took his usual place on the larger couch, Harry chose the armchair with the high back and lolled himself into it spreading his legs wide and letting his arms dangle over the sides.

After Draco had ensured that the fire in the fireside wouldn’t go out by accident he lay back and cocked his head so he could watch Harry more closely. The view he had was very suggestive and he sat down his glass carefully on the floor. With minute movements Draco slowly reached for his wand, which was laying on the small side table beside the couch while all the time he kept his eyes an Harry who gazed into the fire.

Keeping his face neutral, Draco smiled inwardly when his fingers had reached the sought object and ever so carefully picked it up. Like a snake Draco lay waiting for Harry to move and change his position somewhat. He knew of his habit of stretching every now and then and that was what Draco was waiting for. After a short while the inevitable happened and Harry sat up straight, flexing his chest and stretching his arms up above his head. Then with a sudden, for Harry, rather unexpected move Draco sat up, pointed the wand at him and mumbled some unintelligible words at his prey.

Enjoying the slightly painful feeling in his neck and shoulder region, Harry stretched his upper body as far as possible and was about to lower his arms again, when all of a sudden his arms seemed to be fixed to the high back of the chair he was sitting in. Immediately he threw a sceptical glance at Malfoy, who sat smirking on the couch opposite of him holding his wand in the right hand.

Draco raised himself slowly off the couch and relished the faint tightening of his pants. For the last hour he had been horny and all the sexual tension he was feeling needed release. While he had been lying on the couch, his mind had wandered off and had shown very suggestive scenes before his inner eye. Now he was going to act upon them. Slowly he advanced at Harry and held his gaze steadily. Draco loved the mix of emotions that showed in the bright green eyes and his anticipation grew.

When the blond was mere inches away from Harry’s body, he raised his wand slightly and pointed it at each of the raised arms in turn, gently pushing them through his magic further outside towards the ears of the high back chair. Harry still hadn’t uttered a single words, but when his arms were moved sideways and his hands could feel the ears of the chair he managed to grip them hard. The look in Draco’s face was sending shivers down his spine and he was torn between pure lust and slight panic.

After having rearranged Harry’s arms to his satisfaction, Draco moved closer and straddled Harry’s legs, thus kneeling on the seat of the chair. Very slowly he moved the tip his wand against the Gryffindor’s throat and ran it lazily downwards until he reached the first closed button of the shirt. Draco could feel Harry shivering against the tip of the wand and he noticed that the breathing of his victim had increased. With a very low and sotto voice the Slytherin cast a spell Harry had never heard before and suddenly the button where the wand had stopped his movements tore away from the fabric of his shirt with a tearing sound.

The journey of the wand continued till it reached the next button which went flying as well and thus kept on moving to the lower body, leaving a half destroyed shirt in his wake. Harry felt his insides tremble, knowing that the button of his jeans was next. A part of him wanted to protest, to make Draco stop but he couldn’t. To fuelled up to make a decision, he just closed his eyes for a second and waited with held breath.

Draco could feel Harry‘s inner turmoil and smirked when he saw the dark haired man close his eyes in either defeat or bliss. He returned his concentration back to his immediate task of removing Harry’s clothes. His own cock was throbbing in his loose pants and Draco savoured the anticipation and with it the tingling sensation along his groin. Just the thought of having the Griffindor at his mercy thrilled him to no end.

Carefully Draco drew the tip of his wand towards the jeans and here also the button ripped off by an unseen force. Quickly casting another spell, the zipper was gently pulled downwards exposing Harry’s dark boxers underneath and the hard bulge within them. As soon as the fly had opened wide, the unmistakable scent of extreme arousal hit Draco’s nose and he bent over a little further and inhaled deeply. It was intoxicating, heady and arousing.

Green eyes flying open, Harry suddenly felt the caress of fresh air on his sex and moaned quietly. This was crazy and not a good idea his mind seemed to shout but body and lust quenched the inner voice without any delay and he gave himself over to his needs. So when Draco’s hands slipped underneath his arse, nudging him upwards a bit, he complied without hesitation and lifted up, so Draco could pull down his trousers and boxers leaving him naked from the waist and shivering with want.

Draco had stood up to free Harry from his clothes and now slowly undressed himself. He could see the hunger in his opposite’s eyes as he dropped each item of clothing lasciviously to the ground. When he was at last naked in all his pale glory, Draco kneeled before Harry and took a hold of the Gryffindor’s hips, pulling his backside further to the edge of the seat, placing his legs over the arms of the chair thus displaying Harry for himself wide open. Draco’s own arousal throbbed in need and it felt almost painful but there was more he wanted to do to Harry before he would…..

But before he started his teasing, Draco turned his head slightly and said for Harry to hear “Accio lube” and only a second later, with a swishing sound about seven to eight bottles and tubes of different kind of gels and liquids very nearly hit Draco at the head. Harry suppressed a laugh that had built up in his chest and looked at Draco questioningly.

“I think I should have rephrased that.” Draco stated somewhat annoyed and picked a small black bottle from the vast collection of different lubes now lying at his feet.

Harry tried to see just what Draco was up to but didn’t manage to get a glimpse of his hands and was all the more surprised when Draco didn’t touch him with his fingers, but again with the tip of his wand. It felt like a small electrical current running up and down his skin and Harry moaned deeply when the wand slowly circled his stomach, his pubic area and the insides of his thighs. He could feel his legs twitching and he wanted to grab Draco and force him to touch him at last, but hands and arms were still firmly secured by whatever spell the Slytherin had used to bind him.

Draco watched Harry closely and craved for every twitch and writhe coming from his victim. At long last he drew his wand towards Harry’s cock and ever so lightly drew it along the large vein on the underside. The man before him bucked and groaned from deep within his body and when the wand touched the head of his penis, shouted out loudly for more. After a few featherlike strokes of the wand along the ridge, it was moved down again this time taking slow circular motions around the heavy sack until it was suddenly removed completely.

With a sardonic smile Draco dribbled some of the oily liquid he had chosen before on the tip of his wand and pushed Harry’s legs a bit more open. Now he could easily see and touch the dusky opening the lay twitching before him. With deliberate slowness, Draco brought his wand up to the quivering muscle and gradually pushed his wand inside.

Harry howled in need and humped his hips downwards but immediately Draco’s free hand flew up to restrain the hectic movement to a minimum. He knew what Harry must now feel, recalling the raging feeling from his own experiences after having inserted his own wand into himself while this little spell worked its magic. All too soon Draco noticed Harry straining to hold back and with a sad sigh withdrew the wand from its depths.

With a puzzled look, Harry tried to focus on Draco and what he was doing when his eyes grew wider. Draco had placed the wand on the ground, stood up and now put his right leg on the arm of the chair and drew his slicked fingers along he crevice of his backside. Turning a bit so that Harry could watch he pushed two fingers in at once and moaned softly. Draco knew that he needed no preparation really but this way he got it all nice a slick.

After having fingered his arse for a minute or so, the blond took his leg down again and gently pushed Harry knees together again and his bum further back up the seat. With an almost innocent smile, he picked up the bottle of lube and poured a tiny amount onto the hard cock of Harry and casually smeared it up and down a bit. The Gryffindor’s breathing had become laboured and even though he still held tightly on the chair with his hands he couldn’t stop them from shaking. His mind had succumbed to nothingness, his body seemed to functioning on instinct only and all that he was able to think of was to get off. In what way ever.

Draco took a deeper breath and climbed on the chair, placing his feet firmly beside Harry’ thighs, before lowing himself slowly but steadily down. With one hand he took a hold of the waiting dick underneath him, held him in position and lowered himself further until he came to the point where Harry’s dick touched his slick entrance.

Harry hissed in need and was just about to buck his hips when Draco moved lower. The Slytherin had closed his eyes and total bliss feeling the blunt head breach his opening. It was something he loved more than anything else. And it was one of his secret dreams, that somebody would fuck him this way and bring him to an orgasm only by breaching him over and over again, but this time he wanted this wonderfully broad cock to be inside of him as deeply as humanly possible.

Draco didn’t stop until he sat on Harry’s pelvis, his member buried deeply inside. Both their bodies were trembling and this time, when Harry bucked his hips, Draco didn’t stop him, but groaned loudly with each deep thrust. Instead of raising himself up Draco stayed where he was and instead stimulated Harry by clenching his anal muscles and relished in the deep groans and moans that emanated from Harry’s parted lips.

Unlike the last time in the kitchen they took their time and soon their bodies were covered in a fine sheen of sweat, caused not only by the warmth coming from the open fire behind them. Draco watched a small droplet of sweat running down Harry’s chest and leaned forward, changing is angle and while he felt Harry more intensely nudging his insides, he gently lapped up the sweat on Harry’s body. To him it seemed like an overpowering aphrodisiac and he felt the tensing of his abdominal muscles and knew he was on the very edge of his orgasm. Wanting to bring Harry along he abandoned the well sculptured chest and turned his attention to the brownish, hard nipples. But instead of licking them like he had done before he closed his lips over one of them and bit down.

Harry’s body was constantly twitching and trembling by now. The strain of his hard working muscles to keep thrusting hard into Draco’s willing body had taken its toll. Never had he been that deeply inside any other man, it was like a furnace around his straining cock, a soft velvety furnace which clinging walls massaged him to the brink of insanity. He needed to cum, to reach his peak. Any second now. Draco’s breath had been hardly noticeable for the last minutes and he could have sworn that the Slytherin needed all of his control to keep from cumming. When Harry felt the slightly rough texture of Draco’s tongue lave his skin he nearly lost it, but he held on. Only a few moments more. Then the soft lapping stopped and with a greedy moan the blond head moved a bit over to the left and then there was a sudden sharp pain. A pain so exquisite that it made him loose the last string of control and Harry came bucking wildly with a hoarse cry.

Draco was nearly thrown off Harry’s lap as the Gryffindor exploded beneath him and Draco breathed deeply still hanging onto the pleasure and only his sheer self restraint kept him from the inevitable end. Using the last strength reserves he had left in his quivering legs, Draco raised himself up, letting Harry’s still hard sex slip out slowly. Concentrating hard Draco moved until he felt the much wanted sensation of Harry’s cock brushing over his severely stimulated prostate. He knew he had not much time left and after managing two more times of manoeuvring himself up and down in this successful manner, Draco gave a short and loud shout and shot his load all over Harry’s heaving chest.


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