Is it Love?
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
3,670
Reviews:
27
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
Title: Is it Love? 2/?
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
Website: http://www.naughtyelfcafe.com
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Harry, Draco and any other characters/places mentioned in this story are the property of J.K. Rowling….
Summary: Draco is desperate for Harry’s touch—but his plan doesn’t go quite as planned…..
Thanks for the reviews for the last chappy =)
Chapter 2
Just as he had expected, Draco found Harry slumped against the bathroom wall, wanking for all he was worth. “Eww! Potter, that’s disgusting!” he said, trying to look repulsed. “Couldn’t you hide somewhere where you wouldn’t scare anyone to death?”
Harry didn’t reply, but stared intently at Draco, lips slightly parted. Draco scowled, adjusted his robe, and walked over to one of the urinals, his back to Harry. Slowly, he unzipped his trousers. He didn’t need to piss; it was only an excuse to be near Harry so that the Gryffindor could make his move.
The sight of Harry wanking caused Draco to become aroused. He slipped a hand into his boxers to massage his cock before taking it out. He had barely begun to stroke himself when a hand replaced his own on his prick. “You should not have come in here, Malfoy,” said Harry, his breath ghosting over Draco’s ear.
Draco considered putting up a struggle-- so as not to appear out of character-- but he decided against it. Under the influence of the potion, Harry probably wouldn’t even notice that Draco was acting strange. The tugging of teeth on his earlobe pulled Draco out of his thoughts.
Harry’s hand wrapped itself tighter around Draco’s waist. “I’m going to fuck you, Malfoy-- whether you want it or not,” he said hotly against Draco’s ear.
Draco whimpered, yet a wave of fear washed over him. Love potions could be dangerous; he knew that. As long as he wanted to be fucked, there would be no problem. But being a virgin, Draco worried. What if he freaked out and didn’t want to do it anymore? What if, under the influence of the potion, Harry became too rough and hurt him? There would be no going back. Harry would take what he wanted, and all Draco could do was hope that all would go well.
Harry spun him around, ripped of his robe. Moments later, Draco found himself up on the sink, his pants and boxers being pulled down by Harry’s nimble fingers. He gasped as his cock was suddenly engulfed by wet heat. It was all happening very fast, too fast.
Harry’s tongue swirling around the tip of his length, teasing its slit, felt better than anything Draco had ever imagined. Harry’s hand’s caressed the blonde’s thighs as his mouth slipped up and down his prick. Draco bit his lip to stop himself from screaming in delight when a finger pushed past his tight entrance.
Draco grabbed fistfuls of Harry’s dark, messy hair. It was just as soft as he had always imagined. Harry curled his finger to massage Draco’s sweet spot, and this time the blonde could not suppress a cry of pleasure. He bucked against Harry’s hand, unaware of the pain caused by something jabbing into his back or when one finger had become two.
Draco’s eyes never left Harry’s face: he wanted this moment imprinted in his mind, because it would probably never happen again. His heart began to hammer against his chest when he saw Harry pull back and remove his own trousers.
“H-Harry?”
“What?” Harry hissed as he coated his cock with the conjured lubricant.
“Please—be gentle.”
Harry looked down at the blonde with an almost amused expression. “Okay.”
It was not what Draco had expected. For a moment it seemed as though Harry was in his right mind. Draco let his head fall back as Harry leaned over and began licking and sucking his neck. Harry teased the Slytherin’s opening with the head of his cock. “Are you a virgin?” His voice was with thick with lust.
“Yes,” whispered Draco, just as Harry pushed forward, slowly burying himself inside the blonde.
“Mmm, not anymore,” said Harry, and Draco shook his head slightly in agreement.
Never in his life had Draco felt more complete. All of his worries and fears fled in an instant. He no longer cared that Harry’s feelings for him had been induced; no longer worried about how heartbroken he would be when the potion wore off. All he knew was the heat pooling in his stomach and groin, the blissful sensation of being stretched and filled, Harry’s breath and lips on his neck, and the warm scent of vanilla and spice.
Draco wrapped his legs tightly around the Harry’s waist, as if to make sure the Gryffindor couldn’t escape should the potion wear off. Every thrust hit that spot inside of him that send waves of ecstasy rippling through his body. “Gods, Harry,” he groaned, entwining his fingers in raven tresses. “So close…” He could tell by Harry’s breathing that his lover was close as well, and -- though he didn’t notice it—a tear escaped from the corner of his eye at the thought that it would end so soon.
It wasn’t Harry’s hand vigorously stroking his cock, or even the forceful, well-aimed thrusts that finally sent Draco over the edge. No, it was the feel of Harry’s wet tongue in his mouth that did that. It was the first time during the whole encounter that Harry had kissed him on the mouth; and surprisingly it was the best, most intimate part.
Draco heard a suppressed cry of his name just moments after he had climaxed, and then he felt the warmth of Harry’s seed filling him. It was at this precise instant that his world came crumbling down. He had lost his innocence to someone who didn’t love him, hated him, in fact. Yes, he had spent a few amazing minutes in Harry’s arms, but now he wondered if it had been worth it. He wondered if the memory of what he had just experienced would haunt him forever, bringing more pain than pleasure in the end. Draco suddenly became painfully aware of the pain beneath his shoulder blade.
“That was wonderful,” Draco said quietly when he noticed Harry looking down at him questioningly.
“Then why do you look as if you had just eaten a slug?” Draco didn’t answer, and Harry began to put his clothes back on. “Is it because you suddenly find the thought of losing your virginity on the bathroom sink, to someone who only wanted you because of a potion, displeasing?”
Draco’s eyes widened, the after-sex glow on his pale face vanishing.
Harry finished buckling his belt and leaned over to whisper in Draco’s ear. “I didn’t drink your potion. You should really be more discreet next time you try something like that.”
Draco could do nothing but watch, dumbstruck, as Harry turned and walked out, seemingly indifferent to everything that had taken place.
Tbc….
Author: Bernsteinnixe
Email: Bernstein_nixe@yahoo.com
Website: http://www.naughtyelfcafe.com
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Harry, Draco and any other characters/places mentioned in this story are the property of J.K. Rowling….
Summary: Draco is desperate for Harry’s touch—but his plan doesn’t go quite as planned…..
Thanks for the reviews for the last chappy =)
Chapter 2
Just as he had expected, Draco found Harry slumped against the bathroom wall, wanking for all he was worth. “Eww! Potter, that’s disgusting!” he said, trying to look repulsed. “Couldn’t you hide somewhere where you wouldn’t scare anyone to death?”
Harry didn’t reply, but stared intently at Draco, lips slightly parted. Draco scowled, adjusted his robe, and walked over to one of the urinals, his back to Harry. Slowly, he unzipped his trousers. He didn’t need to piss; it was only an excuse to be near Harry so that the Gryffindor could make his move.
The sight of Harry wanking caused Draco to become aroused. He slipped a hand into his boxers to massage his cock before taking it out. He had barely begun to stroke himself when a hand replaced his own on his prick. “You should not have come in here, Malfoy,” said Harry, his breath ghosting over Draco’s ear.
Draco considered putting up a struggle-- so as not to appear out of character-- but he decided against it. Under the influence of the potion, Harry probably wouldn’t even notice that Draco was acting strange. The tugging of teeth on his earlobe pulled Draco out of his thoughts.
Harry’s hand wrapped itself tighter around Draco’s waist. “I’m going to fuck you, Malfoy-- whether you want it or not,” he said hotly against Draco’s ear.
Draco whimpered, yet a wave of fear washed over him. Love potions could be dangerous; he knew that. As long as he wanted to be fucked, there would be no problem. But being a virgin, Draco worried. What if he freaked out and didn’t want to do it anymore? What if, under the influence of the potion, Harry became too rough and hurt him? There would be no going back. Harry would take what he wanted, and all Draco could do was hope that all would go well.
Harry spun him around, ripped of his robe. Moments later, Draco found himself up on the sink, his pants and boxers being pulled down by Harry’s nimble fingers. He gasped as his cock was suddenly engulfed by wet heat. It was all happening very fast, too fast.
Harry’s tongue swirling around the tip of his length, teasing its slit, felt better than anything Draco had ever imagined. Harry’s hand’s caressed the blonde’s thighs as his mouth slipped up and down his prick. Draco bit his lip to stop himself from screaming in delight when a finger pushed past his tight entrance.
Draco grabbed fistfuls of Harry’s dark, messy hair. It was just as soft as he had always imagined. Harry curled his finger to massage Draco’s sweet spot, and this time the blonde could not suppress a cry of pleasure. He bucked against Harry’s hand, unaware of the pain caused by something jabbing into his back or when one finger had become two.
Draco’s eyes never left Harry’s face: he wanted this moment imprinted in his mind, because it would probably never happen again. His heart began to hammer against his chest when he saw Harry pull back and remove his own trousers.
“H-Harry?”
“What?” Harry hissed as he coated his cock with the conjured lubricant.
“Please—be gentle.”
Harry looked down at the blonde with an almost amused expression. “Okay.”
It was not what Draco had expected. For a moment it seemed as though Harry was in his right mind. Draco let his head fall back as Harry leaned over and began licking and sucking his neck. Harry teased the Slytherin’s opening with the head of his cock. “Are you a virgin?” His voice was with thick with lust.
“Yes,” whispered Draco, just as Harry pushed forward, slowly burying himself inside the blonde.
“Mmm, not anymore,” said Harry, and Draco shook his head slightly in agreement.
Never in his life had Draco felt more complete. All of his worries and fears fled in an instant. He no longer cared that Harry’s feelings for him had been induced; no longer worried about how heartbroken he would be when the potion wore off. All he knew was the heat pooling in his stomach and groin, the blissful sensation of being stretched and filled, Harry’s breath and lips on his neck, and the warm scent of vanilla and spice.
Draco wrapped his legs tightly around the Harry’s waist, as if to make sure the Gryffindor couldn’t escape should the potion wear off. Every thrust hit that spot inside of him that send waves of ecstasy rippling through his body. “Gods, Harry,” he groaned, entwining his fingers in raven tresses. “So close…” He could tell by Harry’s breathing that his lover was close as well, and -- though he didn’t notice it—a tear escaped from the corner of his eye at the thought that it would end so soon.
It wasn’t Harry’s hand vigorously stroking his cock, or even the forceful, well-aimed thrusts that finally sent Draco over the edge. No, it was the feel of Harry’s wet tongue in his mouth that did that. It was the first time during the whole encounter that Harry had kissed him on the mouth; and surprisingly it was the best, most intimate part.
Draco heard a suppressed cry of his name just moments after he had climaxed, and then he felt the warmth of Harry’s seed filling him. It was at this precise instant that his world came crumbling down. He had lost his innocence to someone who didn’t love him, hated him, in fact. Yes, he had spent a few amazing minutes in Harry’s arms, but now he wondered if it had been worth it. He wondered if the memory of what he had just experienced would haunt him forever, bringing more pain than pleasure in the end. Draco suddenly became painfully aware of the pain beneath his shoulder blade.
“That was wonderful,” Draco said quietly when he noticed Harry looking down at him questioningly.
“Then why do you look as if you had just eaten a slug?” Draco didn’t answer, and Harry began to put his clothes back on. “Is it because you suddenly find the thought of losing your virginity on the bathroom sink, to someone who only wanted you because of a potion, displeasing?”
Draco’s eyes widened, the after-sex glow on his pale face vanishing.
Harry finished buckling his belt and leaned over to whisper in Draco’s ear. “I didn’t drink your potion. You should really be more discreet next time you try something like that.”
Draco could do nothing but watch, dumbstruck, as Harry turned and walked out, seemingly indifferent to everything that had taken place.
Tbc….