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Flying High
Chapter Number/Total: 15/20
Chapter Title: Flying High
Words: 2679 Words
Betas: roonilwaz
They stepped out onto the back terrace and Draco marvelled at the unusually clear, bright day. Harry had been right, he missed this. Draco straddled his broom, giving Harry a smirk. "Ready?" he asked.
"Are you?" Harry asked as he mounted his broom.
Draco snorted and launched into the air. He gasped, having forgotten just how much he loved flying. Draco flew over the gardens to the pitch area, Harry following. He flew in circles, getting used to the broom after several years without flying.
Harry followed Draco with a laugh, a little unsteady at first, but he got it quickly, flying high enough that he had a view of the entire pitch. He was having the time of his life, glad that he was able to do this before he died. It was hard to think that he wouldn't have this kind of freedom or a long life, but Harry cherished what he had while he had it. As he flew, Harry thought about actually flying away. He had the chance, especially since Draco had taken back the orders to stay near him. If he got away, he would be able to see who was still alive and in hiding, maybe even be able to build up the Order again so that they could go against Voldemort and the Death Eaters. But then Harry remembered another part of the bond. He had to have sex with Draco or he'd feel unbelievable pain until he did so. Harry shook his head and decided to concentrate on what he was doing.
Draco began to do spins and dives – all those heart-racing moves that left him breathless and excited.
Harry watched Draco before he soared as high as he could, and then he tilted his broom down, his chest pressed flat against the wood as he dived. As the ground drew nearer, he waited, waited until it looked like he was just about to crash and then he pulled up, letting out a loud laugh as he made it. He loved flying.
The only thing that was more of a turn-on for Draco than flying was flying with Potter. He was amazing. Draco watched the dive with heart racing, tensing and waiting for the moment when the other man would pull out of it. He grinned when he did.
Harry looked up and around for Draco, a huge grin on his face. "You saw that!" he yelled, flying up to him.
"I saw!" he yelled back and flew over to him. "You were brilliant. But then, you always were at this."
Harry blushed, his cheeks already rosy from the excitement. "Never thought I'd hear you say that."
"I always loved to watch you fly," he answered. "Never seen anyone like you before." He flushed too at admitting it.
"Thank you," Harry said with a smile. "You were always good, too, you know."
"Not good enough," Draco answered, realising it no longer bothered him. "At least, not at that." He moved his broom closer so that he was hovering with his broom along side Harry's and facing him.
"You're really good at Potions," Harry said, smiling at him. "Better than me at that."
Draco was looking at that windswept hair and those shining green eyes. Potter was gorgeous in the air, and it was more than just his talent. He flew closer so their legs brushed against each other. They were hovering above the pitch now. He didn't know if he could stay in the air and do so, but he wanted to touch the other man.
"Are you looking to do something?" Harry asked, his smile turning into a soft smirk. "I've never kissed anyone on a broom before."
"Neither have I," Draco said, arching one eyebrow and smiling.
"Well, what're you waiting for?" Harry asked.
Draco gripped the broom with his right hand and reached for Potter with the other, cupping the back of his head and leaning forward to kiss him.
Harry smiled as he felt Draco's lips press against his. He leant over the best he could and kissed him back, feeling a thrill from doing this over a pitch. The brooms dipped a bit as their concentration shifted. But they hung on and they seemed to stabilize after a minute. Harry laughed softly, gripping the broom tightly as they continued to kiss.
Draco hung on to him, nipping at Harry’s lips as the brooms trembled in the air.
"Would be easier if I got on your broom," Harry murmured in between kisses, not sure if he could concentrate on both things at once.
"I don't know if it can support us both - it hasn’t had a tune-up in ages,” Draco admitted. It was exciting to be kissing in the air like his.
Harry pouted slightly, but didn't want to stop kissing Draco like this. He also wanted to pull him closer, but he couldn't if he wanted to keep the broom in the air.
"Want to land and try it?" Draco said, smirking.
"Yeah!" Harry leant back, grinning at him before he turned and got ready to dive again. "Come on!"
Draco did his best to follow him down and was only seconds behind the other in landing. He laughed as he did.
Harry laughed too, getting off his broom and stretching. "Do you have a Snitch? We should play with it one day out here."
Draco stepped off his broom and walked up to Potter, reaching to grab his hair and kiss him again.
Harry moaned softly, reaching out to pull Draco as close as he could, his head tilted as he kissed him back.
Draco kissed him hard, twisting the man's head as he climbed onto the back of Harry's broom with him.
It took Harry a moment to notice what he was doing, but when he did, he pulled back to smile at him. "Oh, you can't handle it, but you think I can?"
"Consider it a challenge," the blond answered, pressing his body against the back of the other man's.
"Hold on..." Harry reached to grip the broom as he carefully kicked off the ground, hovering for a moment before they began to fly up higher. He wobbled a bit with the extra weight, but he quickly got the hang of it, doing a few spins in the air as the wind ruffled his hair again.
Draco's heart was pounding and he was holding tight to Harry. It was a bit scary to have someone else in control of the broom, but it was also exciting. His cock hardened, pressing against Harry's arse as he hung on to him.
Harry could feel it against him, and he shifted back, pressing harder. "I didn't know flying excited you that much."
Draco leant up so that he could whisper in Harry's ear as they flew. "You excite me that much," he said.
Harry grinned, gripping the broom as they dipped. "Same goes for you."
Draco slid one hand down between Potter's legs, stroking him through the trousers beneath the Quidditch robes.
Harry moaned and they dipped again before Harry pulled them up. "Warn me first!"
Draco chuckled. "Warn you before I lick your ear like this?" he asked and then did so.
"Yes," Harry whispered, biting his lip gently as he leant back a bit.
Draco could feel Harry's cock hardening under his hand and nipped at man's ear and the neck below. The wind whipped the dark hair against his face, and he felt the broom buck with its rider's hips.
"I hope I can handle this," Harry murmured softly, even though he was doing a pretty good job of it.
They flew like that, both aroused, teasing each other. Draco sucked on Harry's neck and rubbed his cock until he couldn't stand it any longer. "Land," he gasped against his ear.
Harry glanced, tilted the broom and slowly landed, dropping the broom once their feet hit the ground.
Draco pushed Harry to his knees right there in the middle of the pitch, dropping to his own knees behind him and reaching around to undo the lacings of Harry's uniform trousers.
Harry fell forward on his hands, wanting Draco to undo the trousers faster.
Draco managed the lacings and yanked the other man's trousers and shorts down his thighs, moaning the sight of Harry in a Quidditch uniform with his arse bare to the world. It was unbelievably hot. Draco sat back on his knees for a minute, hurriedly working on his own lacings now.
Harry looked over his shoulder when Draco pulled back, biting his lip as he watched. "Hurry," he whispered softly.
Draco rolled his eyes and snorted, practically ripping the laces loose and then pushing his own trousers down. "Potter," he gasped, "I am going to fuck you right here in the middle of this pitch. Should have done it years ago." He cast a Lube Spell with his wand and reached slick fingers to press into the other man.
"Yes, please," Harry moaned, pushing back on the fingers as his eyes squeezed shut. Harry couldn't believe that they were outside doing this, in the middle of a Quidditch pitch no less.
Draco pushed two fingers into the willing man, preparing him quickly, trembling he was so turned on.
Harry didn't need any more than two, he just wanted to feel Draco inside him. Now. "I'm good.”
Draco nodded, even though Harry probably couldn't see it, moving up and slicking his cock at the same time. He pressed the head of the cock against the other man's entrance. "Beg me for it," he gasped, finding that knowing Harry wanted him was fast becoming his biggest turn-on.
A month ago Harry would've never wanted to do it, but now it was different. "Please fuck me, Draco," he moaned loudly, trying to push back on his cock.
Draco growled at the sound of that and pushed in, not roughly, but as quick as he could do so without hurting the other man.
Harry groaned, his fingers curling in the grass as he gripped it tightly.
Draco was glad of the knee padding of the Quidditch uniforms. He hadn't worn his gloves though; bare hands worked better for grasping the other man's hips and pulling him back against himself. Then he began to rock into Harry, cock sliding deep. It was amazing to feel the sun on his face as he fucked the other man.
"We should've done this sooner," Harry gasped, moaning when Draco first hit that spot inside him. He didn't care that he was probably going to have dirt up his fingernails for a long time.
"Yes, fucking your gorgeous arse," Draco agreed. "Can you imagine it at Hogwarts?" he asked, thrusting in again.
"Right in the middle of the pitch," Harry whispered. He could picture it already: being in the very centre of the pitch with the chance that anyone could walk in and see them, or anyone could be watching from the stands. It made him shudder, pushing back against him harder.
"Yes, Potter," Draco gasped, "taking Draco Malfoy's cock up your arse!" He was panting now, sweating in the sun as he rocked faster.
"And loving it," Harry moaned, feeling his cock twitch from where it was hanging.
"Yes, my cock in your arse and you screaming my name," Draco said, getting closer. "Come with me inside you, Potter!"
It only took Harry a few more thrusts before he was coming hard, crying out “Draco” loudly. "Yes," he hissed, shuddering and clenching around his cock.
Draco groaned loudly, thrusting and holding himself inside as he filled Harry with his seed. "Oh, yes, Potter, mine," he said.
Harry moaned along with Draco, feeling that sticky warmth inside him. "Yours," he whispered quietly, panting harshly.
Draco was still pressed into him and bent over Harry's back.
"Mm," Harry hummed, resting his forehead on the ground with another sigh.
Draco pulled back, slipping from the other man's body. He slid his fingers down the cleft of his arse, touching the sensitive and sticky ring of his lover's entrance.
Harry bit his lip, feeling himself twitch against Draco's fingers.
"I could fuck you forever and never want to stop," Draco whispered, fingers continuing to caress downward to Harry's balls, caressing that soft sac.
"I'd be pretty sore," Harry murmured with a smile.
Draco grinned, cupping that sensitive sac with his hand, his other hand stroking the man's arse.
"But you're welcome to try," Harry said, smiling still.
Draco fondled Harry's balls and then slid the hand further under him, stroking that soft, sticky cock.
It took Harry a moment, but soon he began to harden again, reacting to Draco's touches.
"That's it," Draco encouraged, smirking. "You want me, don't you?"
"I want you," Harry said softly, beginning to thrust into Draco's hand.
"Roll over," Draco said, releasing the man's cock.
Harry slowly turned over on his back, his trousers still around his ankles.
Draco grinned down at him. "Amazing," he said, pushing the other man’s knees up and stripping off his trousers.
Harry felt completely exposed like this, even more so since they were outside. It caused him to flush.
Draco chuckled, loving the flush. "Lying exposed on the grounds of Hogwarts," he reminded Harry of the fantasy. "Spread on the ground," he wrapped his hand around Harry's cock, "with me stroking you."
"And anyone can see," Harry added softly, moaning quietly.
"Anyone and everyone at Hogwarts could be in the stands watching us now," Draco agreed, still kneeling between his legs. His own cock was filling again in response to the fantasy and Harry's wanton pose.
"A lot of people," Harry said, his eyes closed as he imagined they were really there.
"Do you like that?" Draco asked, feeling that hard flesh under his fingers. "Do you like the idea of being seen like this? Being seen in pleasure?"
Harry blushed harder. He didn't know why he didn't feel embarrassed about liking the thought. But Harry nodded a bit, swallowing.
Draco smirked, knowing the Gryffindor always did like a crowd's attention. He bent forward then and licked the sticky crown of Harry's cock.
Harry jerked up, a loud moan escaping him. "More," he gasped.
"Tell me, beg me." Draco grinned.
"Suck me, please, Draco," Harry begged, looking down at him.
"Suck you where?" Draco continued, smirking.
"My cock," Harry whispered, knowing that his face was completely red.
"Put it together, Potter," Draco insisted, grinning at the other man's embarrassment.
Harry swallowed, biting his lip before he began to speak again. "Suck my cock, please, Draco," Harry whimpered.
"Louder," Draco insisted, hand still gently caressing said flesh.
"Please suck my cock, Draco!" Harry yelled, nearly reaching to cover his mouth.
"Brilliant," Draco said, and lowered his mouth again, taking the soft head into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.
Harry's head fell back as he groaned loudly, his hands moving to grip something. He ended up pulling at the grass.
Draco sucked and bobbed his head, working his mouth on that sensitive flesh, hand still stroking Harry's shaft.
Harry reached with one hand to comb his fingers through Draco's hair, encouraging him to go faster. "Yes..."
Draco released him long enough to say, "I want to taste you. Come for me." Then he returned to sucking and licking the man's cock.
It didn't take much longer and Harry came with a soft moan, his hips jerking off the ground as he gripped Draco's hair.
Draco did taste him, licking and swallowing the man's seed, keeping up the attention until Harry was pulling hard on his hair.
"Draco," Harry whispered, his cock feeling too sensitive for him to go on.
Draco chuckled and sat up licking his lips. "Hungry?" he asked with a smirk.
"A little," Harry answered, still not sitting up yet.
Draco stood up, pulling up his trousers and tucking away his still half-hard cock. He Summoned his broom and mounted it. "Race you back to the house," he said and launched in the air with a laugh.
"Hey! No fair!" Harry sat up and looked around for his trousers, finding them and quickly pulling them up. He found his broom and got onto it and launched himself.
Draco did make it back first, laughing at Harry's reaction. He landed and stood waiting for the other man to catch up.
Harry made it a moment later, his face flushed and his trousers falling down as he got off the broom. "That wasn't fair..."
Draco was laughing.
Suddenly a cold voice from the doorway said, "Malfoy."
Harry stilled. His broomstick clattered to the terrace stones. Without turning around, he dropped to his knees. How long had someone been watching? He saw a look of horror cross Draco’s face before dropping his own gaze to the ground.
Chapter Title: Flying High
Words: 2679 Words
Betas: roonilwaz
They stepped out onto the back terrace and Draco marvelled at the unusually clear, bright day. Harry had been right, he missed this. Draco straddled his broom, giving Harry a smirk. "Ready?" he asked.
"Are you?" Harry asked as he mounted his broom.
Draco snorted and launched into the air. He gasped, having forgotten just how much he loved flying. Draco flew over the gardens to the pitch area, Harry following. He flew in circles, getting used to the broom after several years without flying.
Harry followed Draco with a laugh, a little unsteady at first, but he got it quickly, flying high enough that he had a view of the entire pitch. He was having the time of his life, glad that he was able to do this before he died. It was hard to think that he wouldn't have this kind of freedom or a long life, but Harry cherished what he had while he had it. As he flew, Harry thought about actually flying away. He had the chance, especially since Draco had taken back the orders to stay near him. If he got away, he would be able to see who was still alive and in hiding, maybe even be able to build up the Order again so that they could go against Voldemort and the Death Eaters. But then Harry remembered another part of the bond. He had to have sex with Draco or he'd feel unbelievable pain until he did so. Harry shook his head and decided to concentrate on what he was doing.
Draco began to do spins and dives – all those heart-racing moves that left him breathless and excited.
Harry watched Draco before he soared as high as he could, and then he tilted his broom down, his chest pressed flat against the wood as he dived. As the ground drew nearer, he waited, waited until it looked like he was just about to crash and then he pulled up, letting out a loud laugh as he made it. He loved flying.
The only thing that was more of a turn-on for Draco than flying was flying with Potter. He was amazing. Draco watched the dive with heart racing, tensing and waiting for the moment when the other man would pull out of it. He grinned when he did.
Harry looked up and around for Draco, a huge grin on his face. "You saw that!" he yelled, flying up to him.
"I saw!" he yelled back and flew over to him. "You were brilliant. But then, you always were at this."
Harry blushed, his cheeks already rosy from the excitement. "Never thought I'd hear you say that."
"I always loved to watch you fly," he answered. "Never seen anyone like you before." He flushed too at admitting it.
"Thank you," Harry said with a smile. "You were always good, too, you know."
"Not good enough," Draco answered, realising it no longer bothered him. "At least, not at that." He moved his broom closer so that he was hovering with his broom along side Harry's and facing him.
"You're really good at Potions," Harry said, smiling at him. "Better than me at that."
Draco was looking at that windswept hair and those shining green eyes. Potter was gorgeous in the air, and it was more than just his talent. He flew closer so their legs brushed against each other. They were hovering above the pitch now. He didn't know if he could stay in the air and do so, but he wanted to touch the other man.
"Are you looking to do something?" Harry asked, his smile turning into a soft smirk. "I've never kissed anyone on a broom before."
"Neither have I," Draco said, arching one eyebrow and smiling.
"Well, what're you waiting for?" Harry asked.
Draco gripped the broom with his right hand and reached for Potter with the other, cupping the back of his head and leaning forward to kiss him.
Harry smiled as he felt Draco's lips press against his. He leant over the best he could and kissed him back, feeling a thrill from doing this over a pitch. The brooms dipped a bit as their concentration shifted. But they hung on and they seemed to stabilize after a minute. Harry laughed softly, gripping the broom tightly as they continued to kiss.
Draco hung on to him, nipping at Harry’s lips as the brooms trembled in the air.
"Would be easier if I got on your broom," Harry murmured in between kisses, not sure if he could concentrate on both things at once.
"I don't know if it can support us both - it hasn’t had a tune-up in ages,” Draco admitted. It was exciting to be kissing in the air like his.
Harry pouted slightly, but didn't want to stop kissing Draco like this. He also wanted to pull him closer, but he couldn't if he wanted to keep the broom in the air.
"Want to land and try it?" Draco said, smirking.
"Yeah!" Harry leant back, grinning at him before he turned and got ready to dive again. "Come on!"
Draco did his best to follow him down and was only seconds behind the other in landing. He laughed as he did.
Harry laughed too, getting off his broom and stretching. "Do you have a Snitch? We should play with it one day out here."
Draco stepped off his broom and walked up to Potter, reaching to grab his hair and kiss him again.
Harry moaned softly, reaching out to pull Draco as close as he could, his head tilted as he kissed him back.
Draco kissed him hard, twisting the man's head as he climbed onto the back of Harry's broom with him.
It took Harry a moment to notice what he was doing, but when he did, he pulled back to smile at him. "Oh, you can't handle it, but you think I can?"
"Consider it a challenge," the blond answered, pressing his body against the back of the other man's.
"Hold on..." Harry reached to grip the broom as he carefully kicked off the ground, hovering for a moment before they began to fly up higher. He wobbled a bit with the extra weight, but he quickly got the hang of it, doing a few spins in the air as the wind ruffled his hair again.
Draco's heart was pounding and he was holding tight to Harry. It was a bit scary to have someone else in control of the broom, but it was also exciting. His cock hardened, pressing against Harry's arse as he hung on to him.
Harry could feel it against him, and he shifted back, pressing harder. "I didn't know flying excited you that much."
Draco leant up so that he could whisper in Harry's ear as they flew. "You excite me that much," he said.
Harry grinned, gripping the broom as they dipped. "Same goes for you."
Draco slid one hand down between Potter's legs, stroking him through the trousers beneath the Quidditch robes.
Harry moaned and they dipped again before Harry pulled them up. "Warn me first!"
Draco chuckled. "Warn you before I lick your ear like this?" he asked and then did so.
"Yes," Harry whispered, biting his lip gently as he leant back a bit.
Draco could feel Harry's cock hardening under his hand and nipped at man's ear and the neck below. The wind whipped the dark hair against his face, and he felt the broom buck with its rider's hips.
"I hope I can handle this," Harry murmured softly, even though he was doing a pretty good job of it.
They flew like that, both aroused, teasing each other. Draco sucked on Harry's neck and rubbed his cock until he couldn't stand it any longer. "Land," he gasped against his ear.
Harry glanced, tilted the broom and slowly landed, dropping the broom once their feet hit the ground.
Draco pushed Harry to his knees right there in the middle of the pitch, dropping to his own knees behind him and reaching around to undo the lacings of Harry's uniform trousers.
Harry fell forward on his hands, wanting Draco to undo the trousers faster.
Draco managed the lacings and yanked the other man's trousers and shorts down his thighs, moaning the sight of Harry in a Quidditch uniform with his arse bare to the world. It was unbelievably hot. Draco sat back on his knees for a minute, hurriedly working on his own lacings now.
Harry looked over his shoulder when Draco pulled back, biting his lip as he watched. "Hurry," he whispered softly.
Draco rolled his eyes and snorted, practically ripping the laces loose and then pushing his own trousers down. "Potter," he gasped, "I am going to fuck you right here in the middle of this pitch. Should have done it years ago." He cast a Lube Spell with his wand and reached slick fingers to press into the other man.
"Yes, please," Harry moaned, pushing back on the fingers as his eyes squeezed shut. Harry couldn't believe that they were outside doing this, in the middle of a Quidditch pitch no less.
Draco pushed two fingers into the willing man, preparing him quickly, trembling he was so turned on.
Harry didn't need any more than two, he just wanted to feel Draco inside him. Now. "I'm good.”
Draco nodded, even though Harry probably couldn't see it, moving up and slicking his cock at the same time. He pressed the head of the cock against the other man's entrance. "Beg me for it," he gasped, finding that knowing Harry wanted him was fast becoming his biggest turn-on.
A month ago Harry would've never wanted to do it, but now it was different. "Please fuck me, Draco," he moaned loudly, trying to push back on his cock.
Draco growled at the sound of that and pushed in, not roughly, but as quick as he could do so without hurting the other man.
Harry groaned, his fingers curling in the grass as he gripped it tightly.
Draco was glad of the knee padding of the Quidditch uniforms. He hadn't worn his gloves though; bare hands worked better for grasping the other man's hips and pulling him back against himself. Then he began to rock into Harry, cock sliding deep. It was amazing to feel the sun on his face as he fucked the other man.
"We should've done this sooner," Harry gasped, moaning when Draco first hit that spot inside him. He didn't care that he was probably going to have dirt up his fingernails for a long time.
"Yes, fucking your gorgeous arse," Draco agreed. "Can you imagine it at Hogwarts?" he asked, thrusting in again.
"Right in the middle of the pitch," Harry whispered. He could picture it already: being in the very centre of the pitch with the chance that anyone could walk in and see them, or anyone could be watching from the stands. It made him shudder, pushing back against him harder.
"Yes, Potter," Draco gasped, "taking Draco Malfoy's cock up your arse!" He was panting now, sweating in the sun as he rocked faster.
"And loving it," Harry moaned, feeling his cock twitch from where it was hanging.
"Yes, my cock in your arse and you screaming my name," Draco said, getting closer. "Come with me inside you, Potter!"
It only took Harry a few more thrusts before he was coming hard, crying out “Draco” loudly. "Yes," he hissed, shuddering and clenching around his cock.
Draco groaned loudly, thrusting and holding himself inside as he filled Harry with his seed. "Oh, yes, Potter, mine," he said.
Harry moaned along with Draco, feeling that sticky warmth inside him. "Yours," he whispered quietly, panting harshly.
Draco was still pressed into him and bent over Harry's back.
"Mm," Harry hummed, resting his forehead on the ground with another sigh.
Draco pulled back, slipping from the other man's body. He slid his fingers down the cleft of his arse, touching the sensitive and sticky ring of his lover's entrance.
Harry bit his lip, feeling himself twitch against Draco's fingers.
"I could fuck you forever and never want to stop," Draco whispered, fingers continuing to caress downward to Harry's balls, caressing that soft sac.
"I'd be pretty sore," Harry murmured with a smile.
Draco grinned, cupping that sensitive sac with his hand, his other hand stroking the man's arse.
"But you're welcome to try," Harry said, smiling still.
Draco fondled Harry's balls and then slid the hand further under him, stroking that soft, sticky cock.
It took Harry a moment, but soon he began to harden again, reacting to Draco's touches.
"That's it," Draco encouraged, smirking. "You want me, don't you?"
"I want you," Harry said softly, beginning to thrust into Draco's hand.
"Roll over," Draco said, releasing the man's cock.
Harry slowly turned over on his back, his trousers still around his ankles.
Draco grinned down at him. "Amazing," he said, pushing the other man’s knees up and stripping off his trousers.
Harry felt completely exposed like this, even more so since they were outside. It caused him to flush.
Draco chuckled, loving the flush. "Lying exposed on the grounds of Hogwarts," he reminded Harry of the fantasy. "Spread on the ground," he wrapped his hand around Harry's cock, "with me stroking you."
"And anyone can see," Harry added softly, moaning quietly.
"Anyone and everyone at Hogwarts could be in the stands watching us now," Draco agreed, still kneeling between his legs. His own cock was filling again in response to the fantasy and Harry's wanton pose.
"A lot of people," Harry said, his eyes closed as he imagined they were really there.
"Do you like that?" Draco asked, feeling that hard flesh under his fingers. "Do you like the idea of being seen like this? Being seen in pleasure?"
Harry blushed harder. He didn't know why he didn't feel embarrassed about liking the thought. But Harry nodded a bit, swallowing.
Draco smirked, knowing the Gryffindor always did like a crowd's attention. He bent forward then and licked the sticky crown of Harry's cock.
Harry jerked up, a loud moan escaping him. "More," he gasped.
"Tell me, beg me." Draco grinned.
"Suck me, please, Draco," Harry begged, looking down at him.
"Suck you where?" Draco continued, smirking.
"My cock," Harry whispered, knowing that his face was completely red.
"Put it together, Potter," Draco insisted, grinning at the other man's embarrassment.
Harry swallowed, biting his lip before he began to speak again. "Suck my cock, please, Draco," Harry whimpered.
"Louder," Draco insisted, hand still gently caressing said flesh.
"Please suck my cock, Draco!" Harry yelled, nearly reaching to cover his mouth.
"Brilliant," Draco said, and lowered his mouth again, taking the soft head into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.
Harry's head fell back as he groaned loudly, his hands moving to grip something. He ended up pulling at the grass.
Draco sucked and bobbed his head, working his mouth on that sensitive flesh, hand still stroking Harry's shaft.
Harry reached with one hand to comb his fingers through Draco's hair, encouraging him to go faster. "Yes..."
Draco released him long enough to say, "I want to taste you. Come for me." Then he returned to sucking and licking the man's cock.
It didn't take much longer and Harry came with a soft moan, his hips jerking off the ground as he gripped Draco's hair.
Draco did taste him, licking and swallowing the man's seed, keeping up the attention until Harry was pulling hard on his hair.
"Draco," Harry whispered, his cock feeling too sensitive for him to go on.
Draco chuckled and sat up licking his lips. "Hungry?" he asked with a smirk.
"A little," Harry answered, still not sitting up yet.
Draco stood up, pulling up his trousers and tucking away his still half-hard cock. He Summoned his broom and mounted it. "Race you back to the house," he said and launched in the air with a laugh.
"Hey! No fair!" Harry sat up and looked around for his trousers, finding them and quickly pulling them up. He found his broom and got onto it and launched himself.
Draco did make it back first, laughing at Harry's reaction. He landed and stood waiting for the other man to catch up.
Harry made it a moment later, his face flushed and his trousers falling down as he got off the broom. "That wasn't fair..."
Draco was laughing.
Suddenly a cold voice from the doorway said, "Malfoy."
Harry stilled. His broomstick clattered to the terrace stones. Without turning around, he dropped to his knees. How long had someone been watching? He saw a look of horror cross Draco’s face before dropping his own gaze to the ground.