Dobby helps Harry

Dobby didn't finish cleaning the rooms that day; he was too excited, to exhilarated. The Great Harry Potter! He couldn’t get the image out of his head, the slim beautiful young body, slicked with sweat and oil, the green eyes looking down at him through dark lashes, begging to be taken. Of course Harry didn’t want him… how could he? Dobby was a house elf, little better then a slave, barely fit to cook his meals and make his bed. And he was ugly, he knew it; huge green eyes, long pointy ears, tiny shrivelled body. Harry had been thinking of Severus, had called out his name more then once as Dobby had lovingly caressed his smooth back, slowly fucked his tight arse. But it was enough that Harry had allowed Dobby to touch him, to take him in his mouth, to give him pleasure until they had both exploded. Dobby knew his place and would never expect more then that. But it had been so amazing, Dobby would do anything for the chance to repeat the experience, whether Harry cared for him or not.



So it was that the next day Dobby found himself getting up early, rushing through his morning tasks, and then heading up to the boys dorms in Gryffindor tower. He hovered in the corner, invisible unless he wished to be seen. He watched the rush as the 4 boys struggled out of bed, into and out of the bathroom, pulling on clothes and robes. But his eyes never left one particular figure. Harry seemed happy this morning, he grinned and joked wit the other boys, his eyes glowing in the clear morning light. He slept shirtless and muscles rippled under his smooth chest and flat taut stomach as he moved around the room. One by one the other boys left and Harry disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Dobby disappointed and empty feeling. The door was closed but Dobby heard the shower start. He imagined the view just inside, the hot water sluicing over smooth skin, the cute, round little arse. He was hard, the tip of his penis, long and out of proportion on his small house elf body, pushed under the waistband of his tiny shorts. He ached for the sight of his beautiful Harry Potter.



Slowly, almost against his will he found himself creeping closer to the bathroom door. Slowly he reached up, opened the door silently and slipped inside. Steam filled the room, and there Harry stood, as Dobby had pictured him, back to the door, water running down his body. Involuntarily Dobby gasped, and Harry spun around, a red blush spreading over his face. Dobby had dropped his invisibility, and even without his glasses Harry must know it was him by his short stature, yet the boy didn’t seem to disturbed.



“Dobby! What are you doing here?”



“Cleaning Harry Potter sir! Always is Dobby cleaning…” his voice trailed away as he felt his eyes drawn down the length of Harry’s naked body. As he watched he saw Harry’s body reacting, probably also remembering the events of yesterday afternoon. Suddenly Dobby found himself stripping off his clothes and joining Harry under the warm spray. House elves weren’t in the habit of having showers but he found the slightly tickly sensation of hundreds of droplets hitting and running down his body pleasant. His long arms crept up around Harry’s waist and the now hard penis fitted under his chin, the perfect height for him to simply look down and take it into his mouth. Harry gasped as his mouth closed over the shaft and he sucked gently, running his tongue up the underside and caressing the tip. Harry leaned against the wall, closing his eyes and leaning his head back as Dobby continued to suck softly on the head of his penis and run his long fingered hands over his body. One of those hands found Harry’s arse, one of the long fingers slowly explored the crack, travelling down until it encountered the small puckered hole. Harry moaned and thrust deep into the warm mouth that surrounded him as the finger rubbed teasingly against his entrance, occasionally dipping inside. The warm water and soap suds over Harry’s body provided lubrication as the finger slipped even deeper, and was joined by a second. Harry’s moans were now loud and he leant back against the hand that teased him, trying to get deeper penetration, and Dobby obliged gladly, the two fingers slipping deep inside Harry’s waiting entrance. Harry was out of control now and Dobby enjoyed the loud moans and soft anguished whispers that came from the boy as his mouth moved faster and his fingers firmly massaged inside of him. Suddenly Harry called out, his knees almost buckling as the fingers pushed deeper inside him, feeling like they were touching his soul. Dobby felt the penis throbbing against his lips and knew Harry was on the verge of coming, once more he pulled his fingers almost all of the way out and thrust them hard deep inside Harry, who called out as he slumped against the wall, his breath coming in gasps as his seed emptied in powerful squirts deep down Dobby’s waiting throat.



Dobby should have left then. He was a good house elf who lived to serve, but right now he was also an incredibly horny house elf, who had the object of his fantasies naked and panting in his arms. Slowly he lowered the limp Harry to the ground, Harry fell onto his knees without a complaint, still weak with his orgasm. Without warning Dobby positioned himself and pushed deep into the loosened hole, too engrossed in his own powerful need to worry much about Harry, but the limp boy only moaned softly. Dobby found himself pumping hard and fast into Harry, quickly approaching his own orgasm, when he became aware of the sudden movement of the body under him. Harry was rocking backwards and forwards, thrusting his hips back against Dobby and calling out in total abandon, and Dobby suspected he was completely unaware of anything but sex at the moment, his body responding with the heightened sensation that sometimes came after a powerful orgasm. The feeling of the body beneath him, squirming and rocking, excited him like nothing he’d ever felt and Dobby found his own moans matching Harry’s, he tangled his hands in the dark wet hair and pulled sharply, almost coming when Harry called out, half in resistance and half in appreciation, and his muscles tightened reflectively around his shaft. Dobby reached around with his free hand and gripped Harry’s cock, it was already half-hard again and grew quickly in his hand. He started pumping his fist around the hardening cock in time with his thrusts, and felt Harry quickly change his own movements to match the rhythm. The moved together, one heaving, moaning animal. Dobby pulled again at Harry’s hair before letting go to pull roughly at his nipple, Harry cried out in pain and pleasure and reached back, grasping Dobby’s arse and digging his fingernails into the soft flesh. In retaliation Dobby leaned forward, sucking and biting at Harry’s neck. Dobby felt himself getting close and squeezed hard at Harry’s cock, feeling it twitch in his hand. Dobby bit hard at Harry’s neck as he finally felt his balls tighten, he thrust hard into Harry and felt the release as he exploded deep inside him. Dobby barely registered Harry’s cry as he too emptied his load into the waiting hand.



The two spent bodies relaxed slowly, the water slowly growing cold around them.