Slytherin Slut

Chapter Fourteen: Christmas Caring

Codes: M/M, Anal, Rim, Oral, Minor2 (too young for sex)

It did not take long for my reputation to spread through the entire Griffindor House and from there the whole school. I was fairly sure I’d at least blown every bloke in school above first year and probably fucked more than half. But I still definitely had my favorites. Surprisingly enough, Potter was one of them. After giving him a couple blows wherever we could get a spare moment, he finally relented and it turned out he was savage with his cock, perverted and controlling as all hell, and bloody brilliant in bed.

By the time Winter Hols rolled around I had practically forgotten I had a bed of my own. I even spent nights over in other houses if I got an interesting enough offer from someone. Christmas morning however was one of the rare times I was in my own bed, simply because so many of my usual partners had gone home.

I woke up to the feel of a hand running over my hip. My cock instantly started to stir as I opened my eyes and rolled some to look up at who had woken me. I smiled a bit at the sight of Goyle above me. “Hullo…”

“Hi,” he said before starting to kiss my neck and shoulder.

I moaned a bit and shifted to expose more skin for him. He easily fit between my legs as his hands rubbed over me. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he finally pushed his lips to mine. I felt my cock grow fully hard as we made out. His tongue never paused inside of my mouth as his hand fell onto my length. I moaned and arched into him as he started stroking me slowly.

I wasn’t used to slow but I couldn’t bring it in me to tell him to hurry up, partially because his tongue was still halfway down my throat. His hand never seemed to speed up at all and it was torturously good.  Eventually though I was crying out and arching as I came between us. I just hadn’t been able to hold on any longer and I hadn’t really tried either. I felt him smile against my neck and then roll me over.

I glanced back at him, somewhat surprised by the move. He very rarely took me from behind. He just silently pinned me to the mattress and started kissing down my spine. “Hah, Goyle… you don’t have to be so gentle,” I told him as my cock started to fill again.

“I want to be,” he rumbled in that low alto voice of his. I was about to protest again but then his mouth settled between my cheeks and I gasped as I felt his warm tongue run over my entrance.

“Goyle!”

“Hush,” he murmured before doing it again. I moaned this time and squirmed under him but he ignored it. It felt so odd and yet so amazing to feel his tongue there that I was soon begging for more. He refused to give it to me though and just kept slowly swirling the tip of his tongue around my not so tight hole. I whimpered and ground against the bedspread as I tried to get enough sensation to bring me over again.

Suddenly, his tongue pushed forward and I cried out as I felt it enter me. “Goyle!” Again, he ignored me and started pushing his tongue deeper inside before pulling it back and repeating. I realized almost instantly he was fucking me with his tongue. I groaned at the thought and the sensation. Sweat was beaded up all over my body as I tried to find the last bit of sensation I needed to climax. I hated being on the edge like I was. “Goyle, please! Gah… so close!” I begged as I squirmed under him.

Suddenly, he pulled away and flipped me onto my back again. I gasped at the sudden move but then cried out when his warm mouth closed over my cock. I grabbed his hair tight as his head started to bob and he sucked on me. Even with all my different partners nobody had given me head before and it was brilliant. “Goyle!”

He sucked on me harder and I screamed as I came again. I hit the mattress hard as I gasped for air. He sat up enough to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand before he started to kiss up my body again. I moaned and shifted some under him. His utterly amazing mouth closed over one of my nipples and made it instantly harden to a peak before doing the same thing to the other.

His fingers slipped inside of me easily and started thrusting. “Goyle… don’t need… prep,” I breathed as my body still responded despite coming twice already.

“I’m not prepping you,” he murmured. “It’s called foreplay, Draco. And I like it,” he added before thrusting his fingers deep inside of me.

I arched and cried out as his fingers found my prostate easily. I clung to him as his fingers kept thrusting deep inside of me. I was soon panting under him and trying to ride his fingers to try and feel more but he refused to be rushed. He seemed to deliberately not touch my prostate for several thrust before he would find it again. I somehow knew he was doing it on purpose so that he could draw things out even more.

I couldn’t hold back forever though and after what felt like hours of him fingering me I finally came again with a loud cry of pleasure. I was panting hard as I stared at the top of the canopy bed. I was already incredibly satisfied from having been brought over three times but his mouth found my neck and started nibbling there and I couldn’t help but moan.

He wrapped his arms around my sweaty body and pulled me close even as he kissed me again. I kissed him back as I wrapped myself around him again. His large hands cradled my backside and I moaned as he started kneading my flesh. I couldn’t believe he still wasn’t inside of me after all that. I just couldn’t imagine anyone holding out so long. I would have gone utterly mad if I had to hold out that long. I felt him against my entrance and spread my legs even more for him.

I moaned loudly as he pushed into me agonizingly slowly. His hands rubbed over my back as his balls brushed my backside. “Goyle…” I breathed before he started to move. He went so slow I almost lost my mind. I felt every inch of him as he pulled out and then pushed in again. His mouth and hands wandered all over me as I gasped and panted underneath of him.

My cock was throbbing between us desperately as I rocked my hips to meet his. “Draco…” he moaned as he finally sped up a fraction. I had no idea where he got so much self-control from as he managed to hit my prostate almost constantly.

It didn’t take long for me to climax between us, adding to the mess that was already there. He didn’t seem to notice and just kept going at his slow pace as if I hadn’t cum at all. I was hard again after only a few more hits to my prostate and then I began to gasp and groan again in pleasure. His mouth found mine again and I kissed him almost desperately. I was more than ready for a faster, rougher, pace but he refused to give it to me.

He slowly brought me to my peak twice more before he seemed to lose his ability to hold back as well. I couldn’t help but moan as I felt him release deep inside of me. He panted hard against my chest as I absently ran my fingers through his hair. “Merry Christmas, Draco…” he murmured as I felt his seed seep out of me to stain my sheets.

I smiled some and closed my eyes. “Merry Christmas, Gregory…”

I felt him smile some against my chest and then he kissed my skin before moving enough to kiss me. I kissed him back for a moment before he broke away enough to pull the blanket up over us. I was so deliciously exhausted after going so long with him but in a way that I hadn’t been before. I’d never been with someone like that before and it wasn’t unpleasant at all.