Distorted Exposure

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AN: To all those wonderful people who reviewed and made my day.

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‘What the hell is wrong with me?!’ Draco screamed to himself within his own head as he restlessly paced from one end of the bedroom to the other. He had hardly lasted a moment in Potter’s embrace before hightailing it out of the shoot, appearances be damned. His heart was still pounding and his erection was unfaltering and Draco hated it all.

A moment later the door clicked up and shut with a quiet snick that reverberated through the blanket of tension in the air.

“What the fuck was that Potter?” Draco spat, his glare murderous as he turned to face the brunet that had entered. He didn’t care that it had been no more Potter’s fault than his own, in the condition he was in now anyone to blame was better than the alternative which would have been to take responsibility.

“I don’t know Malfoy, you tell me.” Potter replied, his tone equally venomous. It was obvious the brunet had enjoyed the turn of events about as much as Draco had and yet that did nothing to satisfy the rage that welled up in Draco.

“Wrong answer Potter.” Draco said, Potter took a step towards him, ditching the tie which hung loose about his neck and running a hand angrily through his messy black hair as he did.

“Don’t give me that shit Malfoy.”

“Do you have any fucking clue what you were doing in there?” Malfoy asked, barely managing to keep from yelling as he so wanted to.

“I was being a professional, you were the one who ran out with your tail between your legs.” Potter said his eyes glinting strangely.

“Professional my ass. That was just plain horny.”

“You’re the one who snogged me.”

“What are you two years old?” Draco asked spitefully, watching Potter’s cheeks colour red, with a certain degree of satisfaction. He wasn’t nearly calm yet, the kiss had thrown him off balance in a way that left Draco reeling and yet he felt just a little bit better after getting a couple rounds of Potter bashing in.

“What do you want me to do?”

“What-”

“Do you want me to admit that I liked it? Because I’m man enough to do that Malfoy. Snogging you isn’t the worst thing to happen to me.”

Draco’s mind froze, he couldn’t begin to anticipate where this was going and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. Why was it things always took a turn for the worst just when they looked to be heading in the right direction? “Well it was most definitely the worst thing I have ever had the displeasure of experiencing.” Draco shot, hating how Potter seemed to turn the tables on him with one simple comment.

“Liar.” Potter stalked towards him, his emerald eyes fixed on Draco, following his movements.

“What-”

“You’re hard as hell from just a little snog session Malfoy and don’t you dare deny it. That tongue, those lips, the way you held me, that wasn’t just for some picture. You couldn’t help it.” Potter’s voice was so certain that Draco immediately went to debunk it, wanting more than anything to take that victorious tone of voice and shove it right back down Potter throat. In a split second his mind jumped from inherently painful thoughts to ideas of what else Draco could shove down the brunet’s throat. By the time he had managed to shake his head clear he found himself face to face with Potter.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing Potter but if you don’t back off right now I promise you will suffer a lifetime of pain.”

“Just try it Malfoy.” Potter whispered, his voice husky and Draco was left wondering where his resistence had fled to.

“Just because you’re horny-”

“That’s right Malfoy I’m horny. I wank off every morning to the image of you naked and on your knees and I can admit that.” Draco gulped, the air seemed to have risen in temperature more than just a couple degrees and the sudden heat that invaded his body wasn’t helped by the fact that he could feel Potter’s equally hot breath against his cheek. “You know what else?”

“What?” Draco bit out, hoping he sounded a bit more peeved than he thought he did.

“I don’t think it’s right that you get me hard like this then just storm out.”

“Is that what you think?” Malfoy asked trying and failing to get a grasp on his confidence. But confidence or no, he was still a Malfoy and he had his arrogance. “Well unfortunately I don’t do inexperienced lowlife scum like you.”

“Inexperienced? Is that what you think? Well I’ll have you know I’m plenty experienced.”

With that the brunet dropped to his knees and before Draco could come back with a witty response or maybe even take a precautionary step back he felt the heavenly feeling of Potter’s breath through the cloth of his trousers and boxers too.

For a single moment Draco felt his mind go blank and that was all the opportunity the brunet needed. Before Draco could do anything Potter easily slipped of both his pants and his boxer, exposing his throbbing erection to the cool room air. The temperature shock brought him back to reality in time to feel Potter’s delicious tongue against the head of his prick. Draco was surprised his legs held him up after that, and even more surprised at how loud the rebelling, disgusted voice in his head was.

“Fuck Potter stop...”

Draco gasped out, trying to ignore the heat that spread from his groin to flush his body, pumping the beginning of a scorching pleasure through his veins.

“I don’t think you mean that.” Potter murmured as he gently laved the skin around his navel for a brief moment before dipping his head and taking Draco into the heat of his mouth. The pleasure the exploded before his eyes was enough to silence everything but the lusty groan that slipped past Draco’s lips. This was heaven.

‘It’s been far too long.’ Draco thought not even able to remember the last time someone had sucked him off, not that it was an easy task considering how skilfully Potter’s tongue snaked around his member.

Potter. The thought took a moment to register in his head and another long moment for Draco to be irrate enough bring an end to the blinding pleasure provided by the brunet’s mouth. Grabbing a shock of black hair he jerked Potter off of him, hating himself for it as the cold air hit his heated erection.

“No. No fucking way. I’m not letting you suck me off Potter.” Draco gasped trying to force away the flushed complexion he knew he had.

“And why not?” Potter asked, his tone velvet smooth and a little amused though he seemed to want to mimic genuine confusion.

“Because we fucking hating each other.”

“That’s the worst excuse ever Malfoy. You’re just afraid you’ll like it.”

“Hardly. You give horrible head Potter.” Draco said without even having to pause to think.

“If that’s what you think I’m afraid I’m going to have to remedy that.” Potter shot, his eyes glinting. Draco couldn’t for the life of him begin to decipher Potter’s intentions and he hardly had the mind to as the brunet took him once again.

Draco tried to convince himself that this wasn’t happening. That he wasn’t being sucked off by Harry fucking Potter in the middle of their shared bedroom with his toes curling so hard they meshed with the plush carpet beneath. Potter most definitely had a wicked tongue, Draco concluded hazily as it swirled and ducked around his cock, running along the underside and pressing against the head, sending bolts of pleasure through him when he didn’t think he could take such torture.

Potter’s hands slipped along the inside of his thighs scraping gently and forcing them apart a little, something Draco allowed without much thought as he found himself supporting his weight on Potter and very shakey legs. He could feel his climax begin to coil white hot in his stomach and he was vaguely aware of the fact that his breath was little more than sharp pants and barely audible moans.

Though it didn’t seem possible Potter took him deeper, to the very hilt until Draco felt as though his whole body would melt with the moist heat of the brunet’s mouth. Draco tangled his hand in the messy black locks and tried to keep from forcing the head deeper. Potter made slow sucking motions, currents of movement that sent tingles of pleasure through his spine, premonitions of his impending orgasm.

“Fuck don’t.” Draco cried desperately against finding pleasure in Potter even as his body hummed with the pleasure the brunet provided.

Draco was there, just at the edge of the abys of his climax when Potter pulled away. Snaking out of Draco grasp. Draco’s knees hit the ground as his legs gave out under him and he felt robbed. The denial of his orgasm was agonizing and he keened a little, lust clouded silver eyes coming up to meet satisfied emerald ones.

“What the fuck?!” Draco moaned, his tone feral.

“You asked me to stop didn’t you? And besides I think that’s enough of a demonstration of my talents. You get the idea don’t you?” His lips were a little swollen but his eyes were bright and needy, Draco could barely see in his own need how hard it had been for the brunet to pull away.

“Bastard.” Draco gasped, his head still hazy but he found that he could think far clearer without the presence of Potter’s mouth on his cock. And as his reason returned so did his anger. “You are a fucking prick Potter. You think that the world will let you get away with anything. Well I’ll have you know I’m not fucking like that.”

Draco hated how winded and hoarse he sounded but he could hardly help it.

“You’re mad.” Potter stated, a little bit of laughter bleeding into his voice, only serving to fuel Draco’s white hot anger. He was positively seething and muted for it. And yet when Potter dropped to his knees right in front of him Draco still felt a tremble run through his body as much as he despised it.

When Potter leaned in a little Draco felt his throat bubble with the urge to scream bloody murder at the brunet. But the words died as without his noticing Potter managed to wrap his hand around his still aching erection. Draco felt the air leave his lungs in a rush and squeezed his eyes closed.

Draco didn’t know how to feel, he knew that the anger he was feeling was all too real, as it should have been and yet he couldn’t help but arch into Potter’s touch as the brunet continued to stroke him gently with one hand, the other hand bracing their combined weight against the floor.

It was a while before Draco found logic and dragged himself away because as good as the pleasure was he was certain of the inherent wrongness of the situation.

“Just fucking stop it Potter.” Draco yelled, pushing from the ground and pulling his boxers back on before Potter could so much as stand up. Draco turned his back and walked away. He had had enough of the brunet’s games, an he knew he would only hate himself for it if he gave his pride up for something so simple as a handjob.

“I fucking hate you Potter,” Draco spat, finding safety in the words alone and refusing to turn so that he could say the words to Potter’s face. That was the extent of their relationship, he hated Potter and the brunet hated him equally. People who hated each other simply did not get off on each other, that was why it was all so wrong. Yes, it was wrong. Draco thought vehemently trying to silence his protesting body. It was wrong despite how good it felt.

“Sure you do.” Potter said in his lilting, mocking and somehow sensuous tone.

“You have no right-”

“Quit your bitching Malfoy.” Potter hissed and suddenly Draco found himself slammed up against th black velvet curtains of the balcony door, the panes of glass shuddered beneath their combined weight and the cloth was just a little cool to the touch. “Just shut up and enjoy it.”

“Fuck.” Draco swore as he was pinned up against the glass. He struggled for an instant but stopped when he found that it only caused unwanted friction between his already tortured erection and the eager bulge in Potter’s pants.

Draco opened his mouth, not sure whether in protest or in encouragement but whatever his intention it was lost as Potter took the opportunity to ravish his mouth, exploring with his tongue and pushing against his lips with bruising force.

The blond let his eyes flutter shut and focused on the sensations but found it impossible to forget that he was pinned against the curtains by the likes of Potter, doubly so when he fond his hands winding up into the nest of black hair as Potter slipped his hand past the waistband of his recently replaced boxers.

Draco moaned into the hot cavern of the brunets mouth as he closed his hand over the head of his throbbing erection, stroking it fast and hard bringing him to back to the edge of his climax in a few skilled hand movements.

“Please.” Draco murmured, and green eyes stole his breath away. Potter leaned in and kissed him. Draco forced his tongue into Potter’s mouth at last, taking in the unique flavor that was Potter for the second time that day. Draco gripped the brunet’s shoulder tight as he felt his orgasm climb up in him and thrust forward a little against Potter who held him painfully tight to the curtain-clad doors.

Brilliant white exploded before his eyes and Draco pulled away from the kiss to bury his face against Potter collarbone, muffling the moan that ripped through his throat as he came hard against the hand that was cupping him. His knees felt like jello along with most everything else but it hardly mattered because he could feel Potter still holding him up against the glass to his back.

Draco let his eyes flutter open, feeling a little sated and a little clearer in mind. Potter slipped his hand from Draco boxers and licked the come from it slowly, almost as though he were savoring the taste. Then in an instant he turned and walked away, leaving Draco to regain his bearings as only then did the heat begin to fade from his trembling body.

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AN: Um...I am in complete and utter shock. I mean like wow. I got 70 reviews for that last chapter. I have never gotten that many reviews for a fic before let alone one chapter. It made me feel so happy. All you reviewers are wonderful and I mean that. I love you guys and so I worked super hard on this chapter the last two days so that I could get it out before I get bogged down with work again.

Hopefully it was a good chapter. It didn't turn out quite like how I expected it but it hopefully wasn't too horible.

Oh and to anyone who offered to be my beta for this fic I would just like to say that I have chosen to wait until the fic is over to edit properly.

That's all for now. I'm going to try and get the next chapter up by christmas but I have a lot to do between now and then so I'm not making any promises.

Thanks for reading. Please leave a review. As you can see it motivates me.

Edit: Sorry fixing a couple small mistakes.

- Incessant_Darkness