Akuno\'s Private Potter Collection

Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Harry and Draco, and a side order of shag! Cumming right up!
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This challenge has no time limit. The only rule is wanking only! For
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XD This is for everyone I shared it with when I finished off Harry...
They were all dying for Draco cum. Probably as much as Draco was dying
to cum... but... yeah... sex. This especially goes out to Juno, because
I wrote the majority of this on her IM screen... It pays to be friends
with me, guy! XD Here we go...


Title: Ur... no. I don\'t title PWPs... that was discussed once before
when I wrote my first HP PWP....
Rating: PWP... XXX... NC-17... all of the above...
Pairing: Harry/Draco... Because nothing else has the appeal for me to
write


Draco trudged up the stairs. The Order was truly a pain in his arse. He
was sure he was never going to get the stains from the tomato sauce out
of his shirt. Maybe he could ask Mrs. Weasley to get it out for him. He
sighed. Yes, he\'ll ask Molly, but the next time he will see her, he
will probably be back in the kitchen, helping her cook again. Oh, the
things he does for Harry Potter...

He opened the door to the shared bed room and did not even bother with
the lights. After all, Harry was most likely sleeping. He was out on
the battle field all day... A sigh escaped Draco again. Harry worked
too hard. There were others that could fight. But no, Harry was the
super hero Gryffindor. Always there to save the day.

But what about Draco? No, he was not allowed out with out some sort of
escort, all because they were afraid the Death Eaters would kill him at
first site. He couldn\'t even help his boyfriend fight the evils of the
world. Not that Harry would ever let him anyway, for fear of losing him
to bloodshed.

Closing the door quietly behind him, Draco moved to take off his shirt,
but stopped when the sound of the shifting bed and a voice spoke to him.

\"Draco...\" Harry\'s voice was a gasped moan that immediately took hold
of the attention of person he called.

\"It\'s me,\" he said back quietly as he quickly toed off his shoes.

There was the sound of the bed shifting again, and deep moan. \"Come
here...\"

Draco didn\'t even wait to remove his clothes. He went to the bed and
climbed up to lay at Harry\'s side. By then, his eyes had adjusted to
the dim moonlight filtering in through the drawn shade. Harry was
laying there, shirtless, with the sheet pulled up to his chest and his
hands obviously working in lower regions.

\"Couldn\'t wait for me?\" Draco pouted, though he was not sure if Harry
could truly see his face in the lack of light.

\"Didn\'t know you... would take forever to get up here....\" he panted.
Harry smiled, his white teeth flashing even in the dark. \"I saw you
sucking up those pasta... noodles and it gave me a... few ideas...\"

\"I\'m sure...\" Draco whispered back. His body was already reacting to
Harry, and he pressed his hips against the bed as he felt himself
harden and his pants become tighter.

The blonde watched Harry\'s face as Harry shut his eyes and began
working again at himself. This was a bit much, Draco thought. They had
not gone this far just yet. Sure some mild fooling around, like heavy
snogging, a bit of grinding, and then separating to finish off in
different rooms. But they had never actually... touched... Was that
even what Harry wanted him to do? Touch him?

The dark haired boy seemed rather content to just have at it with Draco
laying there beside him. Not that Draco minded. Those delicious moans
went straight to his own cock in a twitching fit. Slowly, just for the
sake of his own sanity and pleasure, he allowed himself to gently rock
his hips against the bed.

\"Aaah Draco...\" Harry tossed his head, wild raven hair becoming wilder
if possible in the heat of his passion. He gasped and groaned
helplessly. \"Oh Gods, Draco! I... I need you!\"

A feeling like a slow burn covered Draco\'s body at the sudden
exclamation. He wasn\'t sure he could do it, if he could touch Harry and
bring him off. He had never been with another man before. This was so
different. Different, yes... but gods it was so hot. He was still a bit
uncertain, however. Harry promised they would make no moves on each
other unless they were ready and one hundred percent sure. \"Harry, I
don\'t-\"

\"Kiss me, love...\" Harry whimpered as he interrupted Draco. \"Please...
Oh gods, Draco... I\'m so close...\"

Draco wasted no time in moving forward and bringing his lips to Harry.
Kissing was wonderful and Draco could never turn Harry down when it
came to that. He slipped his tongue out to swipe at Harry\'s lower lip
as the other boy parted them and allowed access. As the blonde\'s tongue
dove in, Harry sucked at it like a greedy man. A moan escaped Draco\'s
throat and he thrust his tongue in and out, a motihat hat he knew for a
fact drove Harry absolutely wild.

A hand slipped out from under the sheet and Harry moved his arm to
bring it behind Draco, pulling his lover closer and winding his fingers
into the blonde locks. He accepted the driving tongue with glee, loving
the way the motion reminded himself of his own fingers inside his tight
arse those few times that he had pleasured himself that way. Oh, he was
so close...

Draco had to lean on his arms to keep from laying all over Harry in
order to kiss him. One arm, however found it was safe to move from out
under him and allow a hand to slide across the smooth chest of his
lover. Harry whimpered into Draco\'s mouth at the feel of soft skin
gliding across his heated flesh. As fingers sought out a sensitive
nipple, Harry felt the pleasure shoot straight through him, down to his
groin. His stroking hand picked up the pace just enough as he felt his
muscles tense and orgasm suddenly overwhelm him. His hips arched up,
mimicking the thrusting movements his body would be making into another
body as he came, spurt after spurt, on the sheet, his stomach, and his
hand. Draco continued to kiss those willing lips, even through the
panting and swallowed cries of pleasure his love made during his
release. The kiss was still hot, even as Harry cooled down.

\"Your turn, love,\" Harry whispered against Draco\'s mouth. \"How do you
want it?\"

Okay, so maybe Harry had not cooled off...

Draco quickly moved back from Harry, to his side and then to a sitting
position. Things were moving a bit fast. Maybe too fast, Draco began
thinking. Harry had the libido of a rabbit. Draco had his days, but he
was not nearly as horny. And most times he found himself being turned
on... because Harry wanted to get off...

Turning wary eyes upon Harry, he watched as the other young man slowly
sat up, bringing his hand to his mouth and languidly licked the cum off
his hand. Their eyes locked and it was something about the mysterious
gleam in the twinkle of Harry\'s green eyes that set Draco\'s cock to
twitch. Harry was pulling him in... Oh, gods... He could resist all he
wanted, but he knew, by the end of the night, he would be seduced
exactly how Harry wanted him to be. Heart and soul, the boy was a
Gryffindor, but that did not mean he could not still think like a
Slytherin.

He wanted to swing his legs over the side of the bed and head to the
water closet, telling Harry thanks but no thanks, that he\'d just finish
up by himself. His needs were different. His need brought his pink
tongue out to lick at his lips. His need led him to reach out and take
Harry\'s hand in his and bring it to his own mouth. His tongue slipped
out and swiped at Harry\'s damp flesh, only to find that it was only the
other boy\'s saliva. With a start, Draco realized that he wanted to
taste Harry\'s cum. He had never felt an urge like that before. He had
never tasted his own semen. Was this something that just happened as a
boy found out he was gay...? Or was it because he was being led on by
Harry Potter, who Draco knew was a jism junkie? Gods, the things Harry
Potter made him want to do...

Nevertheless, there was no cum there on Harry\'s hand, and Draco let a
small whine escape his throat in disappointment. Harry seemed to take
pity upon Draco as he took his hand back, the other pulled back the
sheet to reveal himself as a completely nude young man underneath.
Draco had seen Harry naked before, by accident, a few times. He knew
that Harry had a lean and lithe body that moved with the grace like
that of his animagus panther form. But to see him like this... cum
splattered against those taught abs and a flaccid penis laying heavily
against his muscular thigh... Draco cupped himself through his slacks,
his palm pressing and rubbing against his hardness.

Grey eyes watched, quite mesmerized, by the movement of the hand that
was held against his mouth only moments before. The fingers glided over
the pearly fluid on his skin, gathering it up for Harry to offer it to
his lover. And as if he was starved, Draco quickly grabbed the hand
that was proffered to him, taking each digit into his mouth and
cleaning them thoroughly. Harry leaned his head back to let out a
keening moan as he felt the tongue lave and twirl over the callused
flesh of his fingers. Oh yes, Draco had a most talented mouth. Not only
could he out-talk anyone, he also kissed like a passion demon, and
now... he showed great promise in giving wonderful head.

Much to Draco\'s surprise, Harry\'s cum tasted like a salty ambrosia,
slightly bitter but actually a bit sweeter than he thought possible. It
was an incredible taste that most definitely had some sort of
aphrodisiac quality. He sucked mindlessly at Harry\'s fingers,
desperately trying to get it all into his mouth. When there was none
left to find on Harry\'s hand, Draco leaned forward, practically into
Harry\'s lap, to run his tongue over the flat span of Harry\'s cum
covered stomach.

Harry let himself fall back to the bed, his head hitting the pillow.
The flesh of his stomach trembled under the assault of Draco\'s tongue
and he bit his lip to keep from laughing as it passed over his ticklish
spots. Suddenly Draco stopped, and Harry lifted his head to look at the
blonde for the reason why. Draco was staring at his cock with what
could Harry could only describe as a hungry look. That dangerous tongue
slipped out between those pouty lips, licking at them and what ever cum
could be left on them. Just seeing the movement of that quick little
pink tongue drove Harry to half hardness and near insanity.

\"Draco...\" Harry whispered, and his lover\'s attention was immediately
captured once again. Two grey eyes, the pupils so dilated with passion
they were close to completely black in colour, turned to stare at him
though lowered eyelids. Harry smiled, his grin like that of a feral
predator. Draco was his now. There was no turning back. \"Off with your
clothes,\" Harry commanded, his voice deep and husky from arousal.

Draco instantly complied. His shirt was ruined with sauce stains from
making dinner, so he had no qualms in pulling it open button by button,
having each one fly off in some wild direction. The silk was shrugged
off and flung from the bed in haste. The belt came off next, the buckle
causing a momentary hindrance. The button on the denim slacks were
unfastened and the zipper came down quickly. Draco climbed to his knees
and pushed his pants to his knees.

Harry quirked an eyebrow. \"Commando?\"

\"I like to hang free,\" came the sultry reply as Draco took his
throbbing cock into his hand for the first time during this wild tryst.
He pumped at it steadily, his eyes rolling back in his head as he
finally was able to give himself some direct pleasure.

Harry moved from his laying position on the bed to kneel in front of
Draco. It was the first time he had got to see Draco undressed, and he
liked it very much. A small framed body of lean muscle and creamy skin.
He put his hands on Draco\'s slim hips and leaned forward to bring his
lips to Draco\'s throat, kissing him. His tongue traced the tendon in
Draco\'s neck and when he found the boy\'s pulse, he closed his lips over
it and sucked.

A gasp left Draco\'s throat at the sudden suction on such a sensitive
spot. He could feel Harry\'s tongue slip against his skin and feel
Harry\'s teeth nipping at him. He was sure, even as he moaned, that
there was going to be a mark there, and he could not wait to see it in
the morning. Draco used both hands to work at himself as Harry attacked
his neck. He stroked fast and hard with his right hand, letting his
thumb swipe over the head for the lubricating precum. His wand hand
reached down to cup his sac, massaging them with his hot fingers. A
trail of kisses lead Harry to Draco\'s mouth, and the blonde let out a
wonderful moan as their lips met once again.

Their lips parted and their tongues battled, each fighting for
supremacy against his lover\'s mouth. Draco could not give up just yet.
He would give in, but he wanted to make sure he did not fall into
submission without first letting Harry know that was not a role he
wished to keep. His tongue thrusted into Harry\'s mouth and Harry sucked
at it roughly, his teeth raking along it. It was only when the
Gryffindor\'s tongue slipped forward and ran along the sensitive corners
of Draco\'s mouth that the blonde gave in.

Sensing the defeat from his lover, Harry slipped his arms around Draco
from where they rested on his hips and held him close as he guided
their bodies to lay upon the bed. His lips never left Draco\'s as he
made sure Draco\'s head rested on the pillows. Harry laid beside the
blonde on his side and slipped the arm he was resting on under Draco\'s
shoulders and neck. His free arm rested across Draco\'s waist, his hand
slowly trailing up the boy\'s stomach. He continued to kiss Draco
feverishly, knowing how Draco wanted his release.

Draco stroked at his cock hurriedly, his hand working hard and fast up
and down his length. His other hand teased at the head, feeling along
the ridge of it and slipping over the tip to gather the leaking precum.
He brought this hand up and pulled away from kissing Harry long enough
to run his jism coated finger along Harry\'s swollen bottom lip. The
moment Harry\'s tongue peeked out to taste it, Draco went back in for
another kiss, allowing his tongue to meet with Harry\'s before their
lips could.

Harry moaned and shifted his hips forward, pressing his now full
erection up against Draco\'s sweat dampened thigh. The thrusting
movements the blonde\'s hips made as he fucked his fist was just enough
friction to please Harry for the time being. His hand had now trailed
to Draco\'s chest and gripped a nipple in between his thumb and
forefinger, pulling just so and rolling it to hardness. Draco let out
an agonizing moan into Harry\'s mouth as he writhed in pleasure, his
back arching off the bed.

Harry suddenly broke the kiss, his mouth trailing down Draco\'s jaw and
neck to nip viciously at his collar bone. There was something about
seeing that dip in the flesh there at the base of Draco\'s neck that
drove y wiy wild. He supposed it was some sort of kink, but he loved it
just the same. His mouth moved on to the nipple his fingers had teased
mercilessly, taking it at first between his teeth and then sucking
hungrily at it, his tongue sweeping over it\'s sensitive point.

\"Harry!\" Draco cried out, his head tossing back and forth on the
pillows. Blonde hair clung to his warm face and his eyes were squeezed
shut from the overwhelming onslaught of his lover. \"Oh gods, Harry!\"

A desperate hand suddenly gripped at Harry\'s wrist and forced Harry to
place his palm up against the warm rod of Draco\'s cock. Both young men
moaned at the sudden new experience. Harry wrapped his fingers around
the hard member, squeezing it gently, and then ran his hand along it
with several strokes just to get the feel of it. He had never had any
cock other than hin inn in his hand. It was heavy and so very warm and
the skin was so soft. He slipped his thumb over the head and listened
to Draco\'s strangled cries.

Draco kept his hand on Harry\'s wrist, finding himself desperate to grab
on to anything since his hand was no longer on his own penis. Many
times he had received hand jobs from girls that where nice and quick.
In fact, all sex that he had with females in the past had been nice and
quick, simple and over with as soon as possible. The girls just got him
off fast and he pulled up his pants to be on his way. He did not have
anytime to mess around with some stupid bint that wanted to cuddle and
make him suffer with her emotions. And yet... here he was...
emotionally, romantically, and now physically attached to Harry Potter.
Oh gods! When did he become the girl?

The first time Harry had kissed him. Because Harry kissed like a god of
love, like his heart was completely into it. And it was. Draco had
heard from many while he was in Hogwarts that Harry slept with several
girls, but it was a quick get away, if not faster than Draco\'s. Harry
had loved no one, had never let anyone close enough for fear of losing
them. The Gryffindor had admitted that himself to Draco. Draco,
however, was going nowhere, as he was a prisoner of the Order. Harry
Potter\'s prisoner... He could not escape the Boy Who Lived or the charm
or the heartbreak or the pure sensualness the young man possessed.
Draco fell like a ton of bricks forry,rry, and Harry, who had always
felt something inside for the blonde, let his own caged heart go to
find out what that something was. Their first kiss was like an
earthquake and erupting volcanoes. No kiss had ever been like that for
Draco, and Harry could only smile in agreement and kiss him again. To
this day, Draco had no idea why or how they kept themselves from
shagging each other silly.

Being touched by Harry Potter was now his most favourite thing in the
world.

That hand now on his prick was nothing like Pansy Parkinson\'s, who
handled him like she was only doing it out of duty. It was nothing like
Millicent Blustrode\'s, who stroked him lazily and wanting more. It was
nothing like Lisa Turpin\'s, who squeezed too hard and left him feeling
chaffed. No... This hand caressed him gently and touched him in ways
that he had only ever touched himself. This handw how how the underside
of his cock was more sensitive, how stroking a thumb over the slit
drove him wild or how a gentle squeeze was just enough to make him cry
out.

\"Oh Merlin, Harry! I\'m... I\'m... almost... Aaaah! Harry!\"

An orgasm wracked through Draco\'s body in a way he had never
experienced. It was like his whole body wanted to draw inward with his
testicles at the same time his hips bucked up into the fist still
milking the cum from him. He let out a keening sob as he came and he
came, pearly white essence pouring onto his chest and stomach, shooting
as high as to hit him on the shoulder. He knew the other members of the
Order that were still in the house probably heard him, but he did not
care. Harry Potter just gave him the best hand job of his life and he
came like he was dying.

Draco\'s whole body trembled like it had been stressed beyond any strain
he had experienced. He lay weak and panting, helpless as a tongue
lapped at the cum on his shoulder, sucking at the skin hungrily. As his
vision finally cleared and the white noise faded from his ears, he
found Harry kneeling over one of his legs, leaning over to nip his way
down the blonde\'s chest to lap at the cum. He was balanced on his right
arm, and Draco could see his other shoulder moving, no doubt in his
mind as to what Harry\'s arm was working on. His hands moved to the body
over him, pressing against the lean muscled chest. Harry groaned
loudly, and Draco the the rumble in the young man\'s chest through his
hands.

\"Kiss me,\" the blonde commanded, and Harry\'s mouth found his instantly,
sucking first at his bottom lip and then plunging his tongue in to
play. Draco allowed his hands to slide downwards, over taught abs, and
the kisses deepened more, giving him the confidence to go on. As his
hands touched upon curls of pubic hair, Draco gently tugged at them
with his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a gasp from his lover.

\"Oh yeah, love,\" Harry whispered against Draco\'s mouth as they kissed
ravenously, nipping at lips and sucking at tongues. When searching
fingers found his hot and eager cock, Harry moaned deep in this throat.
\"Mmmmmm... Touch me, love. I need you to touch me...\" Pulling the
Gryffindor\'s hand away, the blonde\'s playful fingers just ghosted over
the soft skin, drawing out a strangled growl.

\"You want play games, hmm?\" Harry asked with a devious grin as he broke
from kissing. He moved to sit back on his heels, his left hand
returning to the hurried stroking. His hips rocked gently forward into
his hands as he pumped his hand swiftly up and down his length,
slipping it over his head once or twice to gather leaking cum to
lubricate hand.and.

Draco manoeuvre himself into a sitting position, still managing to be
right in front of Harry even as Harry straddled one of his legs.
Putting his hands on his lover\'s bent knees, Draco trailed them up his
thighs to his hips, his thumbs caressing Harry\'s slightly protruding
hip bones. \'Oh no, baby,\" he said in a velvet whisper. \"I\'m playing
with you...\"

A smile of pure pleasure passed over Harry\'s face as gentle hands took
to his playground. Fingertips stroked at his hardness in a curious
fashion, feeling the velvet of his skin and tracing the veins. The dark
haired boy was panting from the sensations, desperate for more, but not
asking as he knew this was Draco\'s first time being this intimate with
another male. He had got off once already so he knew he could wait...
for a little bit, that is.

Draco took Harry\'s prick in one hand, feeling how hot and heavy it was
resting, throbbing on his palm. Draco had always thought he himself was
slightly over average. If that was true, then Harry, being slightly
bigger than Draco, would most likely be considered well endowed. He
wrapped his fingers around the thickness of it and stroked slowly, back
and forth.

\"Oh yes, Draco...\"

It was different touching another man\'s penis, Draco decided. For one,
even though he knew what he was doing, he still was not sure he was
doing it right. He could not feel what Harry was experiencing, and so
he could only go by Harry\'s moans and voicing of encouragement.

\"Fuck! Stroke it, love...\" Harry gasped as Draco applied just a bit
more pressure with his fist, those hips with their delicious fuck lines
were thrusting forward into Draco\'s hand. The palm of Draco\'s other
hand came up to brush against the head, and Harry nearly cried. His
hands went to firmly grip at the blonde\'s shoulders to keep himself
anchored as the feeling of passion built.

Draco watched Harry\'s body react, the tension in his abs increase as
his hips began to snap forward into his hold. He tossed his head back,
biting back moans that were threatening to tear him apart. By the faint
moonlight filtering into the room, Draco could see the sweat glistening
on Harry\'s skin. Draco\'s eyes roved over the broad shoulders, down the
length of Harry\'s torso, to his prize in Draco\'s hands. He watched his
own hands pump and stroke, own own spent cock twitching in sympathy of
the agonizing pleasure.

The hand that rubbed at tip of Harry\'s prick was smeared with cum, and
he found himself bringing it to his lips, wanted to taste more of Harry
Potter. The sudden lack of friction on his head caused Harry to open
his tightly closed eyes and find Draco lapping his cum from the palm of
his hand. It was too much.

\"Draco! Oh god!\" Harry cried out, his whole body shuddering as his hips
pounded into Draco\'s hand with enough force that Draco stopped his
licking to give assistance with his other hand. Hot jets of cum
splashed against Draco\'s chest and dripped all over his hands as Harry
came. The Gryffindor was writhing, his hips fucking those hands wildly
as he gasped and cried in pleasure.

Draco was covered in more than just his own jism and he had never felt
more satisfied in his whole life. He had just given his lover the most
incredible orgasm he had probably ever experienced. He watched as Harry
could not even remain up right, but instead leaning sideways to crash
upon the bed. He ran his fingers through the new warmth on his chest
and he brought them to his lips. Sucking on his fingers, he moved to
his knees and crawled toward Harry, looking down at his exhausted face.
He took his fingers out of his mouth to trail them through the cum,
gathering it up on his fingertips, and offering it to Harry\'s lips.
There was a beautiful smile on that mouth that took in those fingers
willingly, licking and nibbling at them.

Oh, the things Draco Malfoy does for his love, Harry Potter...


~ the end ~