No reason to celebrate

Green eyes stared questioningly into grey ones, but only found mirth and complete satisfaction there. After the intense orgasm, Draco had slumped down once more burying Harry’s cock to the hilt in himself. Now it was slowly softening and the blond wizard could feel it slip from him and the faint trickle of semen following it, leaving a wet sticky trail on his left inner thigh.

“Pity!” Draco sighed dramatically and moved off Harry’s lap with unsteady legs. It had taken an unearthly amount of strength to hold still and in the same position while Harry had fucked him with his short hard stabs. Draco still felt the coiling tension inside himself and could throw himself on Harry again without any problems, but by the look of it, Harry wouldn’t be up to it.

He gingerly picked up his wand from the ground and mumbled ‘finite incantatum’ with a slightly rough voice and slumped back on the large empty couch, watching his former nemesis with interest.

The second the spell released Harry’s hands, they practically fell down on their on account and came to rest at the sides of Harry’s shivering body. He still felt heady, wanting, craving and needing. The effect of the Champagne had long worn off and still it was like being drugged. He watched Draco, the slender, long, pale legs parted, the shaved groin, the glistening chest, the parted lips and closed eyes. Without conscious thought, Harry’s eyes travelled downwards again, fastening on the not quite lax member and the dark shadow underneath the smooth sack. His penis twitched and to his utter amazement started to fill with blood again. Never before in his life had this happened before.

The beat of Harry’s heart increased steadily and he felt his own breath quickening. Pure and white hot lust shot through him, consumed him and left him helpless. Ignoring protesting muscles, his silently slipped off the chair, leaving behind a sweaty stain were he had been sitting and moved swiftly in between Draco’s legs. He pushed them further apart without any hesitation and feasted on the immediate reaction of Draco’s pale cock.

Draco’s eyes flew open, disbelief and confusion shining in them. Before he had any time to react, his legs were suddenly pushed upwards, knees nearly aligning with his upper body and then Harry’s head ducked down, almost vanishing from sight. What had gotten into that crazy Gryffindor?

The moment Harry was able to lay his eyes on Draco’s still well loosened hole, wet with his own cum, pinkish and twitching in regular intervals in post orgasmic tension, he knew he had to bury himself in it at least on more time, no matter what the consequences would be. But he wanted to taste him. Him and his own spunk. The smell between Draco’s legs was strong and potent, filling his senses with an overload of pheromones and Harry’s need grew further, his cock hardening more with each passing second. With a wicked smile around his lips he flicked his tongue against the soft flesh, lapping at it with slow deliberate strokes and marvelled at its texture and velvety quality.

A long time ago Harry had given his ex boyfriend a rim job and it hadn’t been like this. The wrinkled skin had been more tense, not so smooth and soft. The muscles here were still so relaxed, that he didn’t have much difficulty slipping his tongue inside and all the time it felt warm and inviting. It was amazing what a just fucked hole tasted like and to Harry it sure tasted like heaven.

The moment Harry’s tongue touched him, Draco threw his head back and moaned more wantonly than he would have liked. But it felt so damn good. None of his previous lovers, or rather encounters had ever done this. Not right after having fucked. It fuelled the inner fire further, that had been still burning inside of Draco and he started to push his pelvis down in short hectic movements, wanting to impale himself on Harry’s tongue.

Harry was riding on his wave of lust, fuelled by Draco’s constant moaning and slut like behaviour. He felt powerful, dominating. Forgotten in this moment were his insecurities and doubts. All he wanted was to follow the demands of his body and his hormones.

Reluctantly Harry stopped devouring Draco’s hole and glanced at it for a second. The sight of the slightly puffed skin, his saliva and the eager twitching made him come up to his knees and without any further preparation or warning his pushed his aching, hard penis deep inside. Draco howled and pulled his legs tighter against his chest. Harry felt the now much softer and relaxed insides of Draco sliding against his over sensitised cock and how the velvety folds of flesh caressed him gently.

Not believing what he was doing, Harry stopped thinking, stopped wondering and caring. All he wanted was to loose himself in this feeling, this stimuli. His hands were slowly slipping on Draco’s sweat slicked skin as he tried to hold onto the slim hips for leverage. Feet digging into the carpet, causing faint rug burns on the soles, his knees buckling Harry rammed into Draco over and over again. He saw Draco’s hard member slapping painfully against the taunt stomach with every thrust and how the balls were drawing up, tightening, ready to cum.

Draco’s world was spinning out of control, Harry’s brutal thrusts shook his whole body, sometimes even pushed him further onto the couch only to pull him back down again. Breathing had become agonizing and his legs were shaking with the effort of being pulled up to his chest. And then he felt it. The coiling deep inside of his body, the tension that built up in his muscles. A tension he couldn’t control and when Harry’s next deep plunge came, his lower body exploded. All he could do was uttering a strangled cry and letting go of his aching limbs. The world went black for a few seconds and only when he heard yet another guttural groan and a last hard blow to his neither regions, his mind registered that Harry had just spend himself inside of him again.


“Oh God” Harry groaned after a short while after he had been able to calm his breathing a bit. “What have I done here?”

“Already chewing up some guilt, Potter?” Draco rasped between pants.

“Sod off.”

“Can’t. You’re still stuck.”

“Stuck? What…? Oh, yeah. Sorry” Harry pulled his softening penis from Draco’s body and caught sight of some pale liquid dribbling from the stretched hole. His insides tensed in a nice and lustful way and he inwardly shook his head at himself. Needing to gain some distance, Harry stood up shakily and smirked at the debauched Slytherin. “ You need a shower, Malfoy.”

With a trademark grin Malfoy moved his left hand between his legs and provokingly dipped his fore and middle finger inside himself feeling the slow trickle of Harry’s semen running down his cleft. “So it would seem.”

Holding down his laughter, Harry watched as Draco raised himself unsteadily off the couch and moved towards the stairs on wobbly legs, walking somewhat bowlegged. Just as he was about to follow the blond upstairs to take a shower as well, Harry felt the all too familiar trembling in his hands and the accompanying uneasiness. This whole situation had been too much for him. How could he have done it again. Foregoing all his good manners, his upbringing and his resentments he used to have towards Draco.

What did he like about the casual sex. Was it the knowledge that it didn’t hold any consequences? That they both wanted it just for the thrill. Hadn’t there been more that Harry had been dreaming of? Trying to shake these foggy thoughts form his mind he stumbled upstairs and to his room, now hurrying to get clean again and wanting nothing more than to leave the house to do some shopping. After all he had promised to get Malfoy a new bottle of Whiskey.

He rushed into his room, threw himself headlong under the shower and gave his body a quick wash, banning all thoughts from the drying stains of cum he was washing away and the humming sensation of utter satisfaction that still coursed through his nerves system.

Slowly the tense muscles in Draco’s back relaxed due to the very hot water that pelted down his back. After the first few minutes of buckling and shivering, the circulation had returned to his legs and now there was only one part of his body left that felt like it had been flogged and that was his well fucked backside. Draco stood motionless underneath the spray of his shower and felt his insides twist. Now that his need and lust had been taken care of and the first waves of completion had ebbed away another emotion surfaced. He had encountered it only very few times before and it unnerved him.
He felt anger. An anger unnecessary and totally uncalled for. The last time this had happened to him was when he had been in a very short but more meaningful relationship with a man named Geoffrey. Of course Draco had called it quits as soon as he had noticed that his own feelings were obviously running deeper than he would have liked, but at least he could now look back at this experience and draw some useful information form it. It was then that he had felt the same he was feeling now, no not the emotional attachment but the same sudden restlessness and upcoming aggressions. It had happened every time they had had sex and that the sex had been a very satisfying one. Shortly after he would feel grumpy and annoyed at every thing Geoffrey had done or said.
A sudden thought hit him like a freight train. Was it time to tell Harry good bye as well? Was this the alarm signal coming from his subconscious telling him that he was going too far or that he was slowly slipping into something he didn’t want? Shaking his head, sending the water flying, Draco quickly finished his shower and stepped back into his bedroom. Dismissing the idea of wearing his favourite tight jeans, he choose a very loose fitting, but still very expensive linen pair of trousers in a cream colour and slipped into a matching sleeveless shirt. Thus clad he strolled languidly downstairs, only to find that he was alone.
Sighing in relief Draco turned towards the kitchen and stopped dead in his tracks. On the large kitchen table there were shopping bags, cartons, plastic boxes and all sorts of things lying, a chaos. Obviously Harry hadn’t bothered at all to put or throw some of the things away before he had left the house. Taking a calming deep breath the blond ignored the mess and moved back into the living room. He was just about to sit down in his favourite spot and read for a while when he spotted two items standing on the small side table that was standing along side the large arm chair Harry had been sitting in earlier. A half empty glass of champagne and of course the inevitable cup of left over and cold tea. Within a micro second Draco was raging.
He jumped up from the couch and nearly tore from the room ready to kill. He had had it. It didn’t matter where he went in his house, no matter what time or day. He would surely find one of these disgusting mugs or cups standing around, the tea half drunk and the milk already with skin on it. Apart form that disgusting habit, Harry tended to threaten Draco’s household in other ways as well. It all summed up. The always soggy and somewhat slick and wet cloth in the sink, the amount of bread crumbs left lying on the counter top after making himself a sandwich and that Harry never tidied up the desk after he had been working at it.
In a fit of rage, Draco got his mp3 player from his room, put his earphones in and turned the volume up full blast. Thus equipped he stormed through the house, carrying their left over food back into the kitchen, letting fresh air into the living room and collected glasses, mugs and other things standing around where they didn’t belong, before he threw himself headlong into the task of washing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen. He could have done it in a wink of an eye and a swish of his wand, but Draco knew that doing it himself helped working off his anger and vent any built up frustration. Later when Harry would return from wherever he had gone to, he would give him a piece of his mind and most likely throw him out afterwards.

It was nearly dark when Harry returned to Draco’s house and carefully checked his shopping bags before opening the front door. Inside he took a wrapped up package from one of the bags and smiled as he slowly and silently walked towards the living room. He was sure that Draco would like very much what he had gotten him and already smiled in anticipation. Sure enough Draco was lying on his favourite couch, a book in his hands and totally absorbed in what he was reading.
Not saying a word Harry moved closer and then without a warning held the present right in front of the pages Draco was reading. An annoyed glance was all he got from the Slytherin.
\"Hi, I got something for you.\" Harry sounded unsure.
\"Great. What did you get me? A miniature house elf that is going to clear this house of all the tea mugs you leave standing around or maybe a self drying and self folding up cloth for the kitchen?\"
Harry’s face paled drastically. All his good mood and joy vanished instantly. \"I am sorry. I can leave if you want.\" He sulked.
\"Yeah, maybe that would be for the best.\"
Swallowing hard, Harry dropped his present onto the couch, near Draco’s feet and made his way upstairs without another word. He should have known it. For the first time in many years he had felt something like contentment and something like a weird but still welcomed friendship and suddenly nothing of it was left. He would pack his things and leave first thing in the morning. Even before Draco would get up. Since tomorrow was Sunday, Malfoy would surely have a lie in and that would give Harry enough time to leave and make his way to....
Where was he supposed to go? Alright a hotel at first, but then? He wasn’t prepared to go back to what he had been doing before. The short time in Draco’s house had shown Harry that there was more in life than silly cons and stupid shows. But it was obviously all he had left. He closed the door to his room gently and for the first time since he had moved in, locked it with a spell.
When he had sat down on the edge of his bed, with shaking fingers he carefully pulled the contents form his shopping bags. Carefully wrapped in different T-shirts and two pairs of trousers he had bought himself, lay four bottles of different kinds of whiskey, cheaper than the one had had bought for Draco and not so fancy but still to his taste. He quickly unscrewed the first and took a big swig from it, shuddering slightly. After he had finished the first quarter of the bottle, tears were forming in his eyes as he surveyed the items he had bought. For the first time, he had spent more money than usual on his clothes, hoping they would find Draco’s approval. Bloody idea it had been. He should have known better.
Still the utter sadness and frustration stayed with him, even after he had finished the first bottle. Harry had reclined on his bed, the third bottle in his hands when his world slowly faded. The bottle slipped form his grasp the breathing grew more and more shallow. His last thoughts were on his own condition. ‘Wow,’ he thought ‘somehow I think this time I have overdone it.’


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