Lies

Due to popular demand this will continue for a while.
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There was no light, darkness filled the space. The last of the suns rays blocked by the heavy curtains, the dark green fabric absorbing the deep glow of the sunset. A tiny point of brightness appeared, dimly flickering. Slowly the illumination grew sending faint white light into the corners. The single finger upon which the light balanced was revealed. The rest of a hand appeared, seeming to grow out of the finger as the light passes over it. The light caught the outline of a bare chest, smooth and pale in the glow. It picked out the edges of lips; they turned up slightly at the corners as it passed over them. There was a slight reflection from a pair of pale eyes, grey or perhaps silver. A slight glint of light off of white blonde hair. The light rose silently to the canopy, gradually illuminating the whole space. Visible now was the bed with its green covers and silver sheets, shining like silk. Curtains of heavy velvet surrounded it, preventing those on the other side seeing the summoned light. On top of the bed was a boy, naked, pale, crying. These were no tears of sadness but of pure frustration. His face looked weary, he’d just had enough of the way things were. His chest rose and fell as he breathed deeply trying to calm himself. One hand was held just above his body, controlling the light, the other played idly with his semi-erect cock. Draco looked at the light and thought back to the events of that afternoon.
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It wasn’t unusual for the two boys to end up fighting. They were well known as rivals, always some kind of comment ready. Add the normal aggressive hormones of a sixteen year old to that and it would be surprising if nothing happened. This fight wasn’t really worse than any other, punched were thrown, that didn’t happen too often. He couldn’t really remember what had started this one; some comment about that ginger haired weasel most likely. It didn’t really matter either, insults were traded, blows were struck and Draco had found himself pinned to the floor under the weight of his enemy Harry Potter. Harry had got up and walked away after a few moments, his point proven. Draco pulled himself up a few seconds later and headed off to his next class, his robes hiding the bulge in his crotch.

The sun was already setting when the classes finished, it always got dark early at this time of year. He skipped dinner; he couldn’t be bothered with people right now. He just went back up to the dorm, undressed and lay on his bed. He learned the light spell years ago, before he even started at the school, its glow ensuring his privacy.
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The memory of Harry’s weight on top of him stirred in his memory. It had felt as if their two bodies were made to lie together, they just fitted. Draco imagined the two of them lying together, skin against skin with no fabric between them. The image of Harry’s slightly tanned skin against his own was just perfect. The smooth skin of their chests brushing lightly sending shudders of pleasure through them. He could imagine the feeling as their cocks touched for the first time. His hand tightened round his own now fully erect cock. He pulled back slowly, his foreskin sliding back and uncovering the pink head of his cock. Slowly he slid his hand up and down his length, the sensations growing with each stroke. He reached down with his other hand and lightly touched the spot behind his balls, he moaned in ecstasy. The light pulsed along with Draco’s pleasure, catching only the faintest outline of his body then revealing the whole scene bathed in pure white light. He quickened his rhythm, his strokes speeding up. His imagination ran riot as his hands worked, one on his cock and the other massaging his balls. So many thoughts of the things he and Harry could do in this bed or in the locker room showers. Thoughts of lust, sex and wild pleasure, perhaps even tenderness and love. An image of Harry biting his chest flashed through his mind as he came. The light became dazzling as the first shot of cum fired out of Draco. It grew brighter with each surge, becoming almost blinding. Draco didn’t care, all he could think about was the rushing waves of orgasmic pleasure coursing through his body. The waves subsided the light dimmed to almost nothing and Draco exhaled deeply. The smell of lustful sweat and warm cum filled the small space as Draco drifted off to sleep. He muttered a single sentence before closing his eyes, “Harry was hard to”.
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Should it go on?