Glistening Cherry

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Harry Potter had three problems.

The first two were big and blue and dangled between his legs and were currently swollen and aching most unpleasantly from a lack of sex that was entirely the fault of his other problem, Draco Malfoy.

“But … but .. but… “

“Potter…*sigh*… the only but I want to hear about is the one you’re sitting on.” Malfoy had declared firmly.

Harry had somehow convinced himself that Draco would be happy always being the bottom in their relationship, and so had pressured the blond into giving him what he wanted only to have the tables turned on him when Draco had insisted that turnabout was fair play, and that next time the Gryffindor would be the one on his knees getting skewered from behind.

Frankly just the thought made Harry’s sphincter clench so tightly it was a wonder he could even get anything out of it, nor less in.

He just wasn’t ready and he felt very strongly that Draco should just be understanding, and love him anyway and give him lots of sex and let him pound his arse raw until Harry decided it was time to give it up on his own (aka/never), but as usual, Draco was being completely unreasonable.

At least that was his opinion on the matter. Needless to say, Draco had disagreed.

And so no sex, not even a hand job. None. Nada. Zero. Zip.

There had been heaps of pouting (Malfoy) and ceaseless whinging (Potter), and yet Harry still refused to bend over like a good little Gryffindor and do his duty, and Draco still flat out refused to let Harry anywhere near his arse again until he did.

So they suffered, and sulked, and glowered at each other at every opportunity, both too obstinate to give in and now it had been YEARS(ok, five days)since they had had sex.

“Lion my arse,” Draco had whispered when they passed in the hall, “more like big pussy.”

So now here he stood in the great hall leaning against a pillar, ostentatiously talking to Ron about quiddich but mostly just leering at Draco where he sat over at the Slytherin table. The blond patently ignored him as he and Blaise Zabini got up and waltzed toward the huge entrance doors and Merlin! but Draco looked so good in his trousers that it should immediately be made illegal. Harry could actually feel himself drooling as he watched that firm arse sashay across the great hall, and Ron’s banter was reduced to a mosquito like buzzing at the perimeter of his lust clouded consciousness.

“Harry?”

A loud mosquito. Harry noticed he wasn’t the only one drooling over the Malfoy floor show, Zabini was trailing a little behind Draco and had his eyes glued on the blonds arse.

“Mate?”

A getting louder mosquito. Did Blaise just pat Draco on the arse?!

“Harry!!!!!!”

“What?“ Harry snapped, annoyed to be jerked out of his revelry of justifiable Avada Kedavra committed on one Blaise Zabini.

“Ummm mate….” Ron’s face was as red as his hair, “You… um.. well…. y-you’re humping my leg Harry.’

Harry Potter looked down in disbelief to find that he had indeed been humping his best friends leg while he perved on Draco Malfoy, right in the middle of the great hall for anyone and everyone to see.

Ok….. So maybe he was ready.



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In the Slytherin Prefects Private Chambers
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After much kissing and cuddling and missed you, no missed you mores.........

Draco whispered in his ear, "Tonight your arse is mine Potter."

Harry shivered at the words, but then he looked deep into the soft gray eyes of the boy he loved, and knew he could trust him with his life.

Draco slid himself down onto his own stomach between Harry’s legs and massaged his cheeks open wide and held them there.

Wide open. His lovers arsehole exposed to his ravenous gaze.

Draco tried his best to wait, really he did, but the anticipation was driving him insane.

Harry had stopped breathing, holding his breath as his whole body tensed.

Draco admired his prize, screwed so tightly shut from intruders and blew a gust of warm air right onto it.

Harry moaned and the blond knew for certain he liked it. The brunet tilted his arse ever so slightly up, his cheeks still open wide... and Draco did absolutely nothing.

Harry wriggled his bum just a little to let him know his impatience but still... The blond did nothing.

Draco wanted to make sure that Harry admitted to himself that he wanted it.

Then out of nowhere the Slytherin touched his hole with the very tip of his tongue and the other wizard groaned out loud and shivered. Draco pointed his tongue and pressed the tip just a little into Harry’s tight arsehole, still holding his cheeks apart and he groaned some more.

The blond stopped and looked at the pink little bud. Draco suddenly gave it one long wet lick. He licked Harry from his balls to his arsehole and back, slurping obscenely along that little ridge that connects arse to cock.

Harry groaned much louder this time.

The Gryffindor raised his arse a little higher so in one swift motion Draco pushed his thighs apart and slid them underneath him forcing his arse up higher still. He loved looking at Harry knowing that there would be no turning back now. That there was no confusion about what was to come.

Draco knelt behind him and looked down into that virgin rosebud. He brought his hands up to the firm cheeks and placed his thumbs on either side and gently spread him open.

He again blew warm air just lightly over and in the tiny opening and with his tongue twirled it around and around licking. You are mine Potter, he thought.

"Do you like this?" Draco asked smirking.

Harry stubbornly didn't answer.

"Hmmm?" Draco said, his mouth now buried between those luscious cheeks, licking and playfully nibbling -- he wanted to devour him. Harry smelled like an enticing mixture of soap and man sweat.

"Tell me." He said firmly. "Say it …(lick)…. out loud."

Draco could feel him resisting as if there was still a chance Harry could still deny this was happening, and how much he was loving it.

Never one to be trifled with, Draco stopped everything until he got an answer.

Harry started to talk, but he sound garbled. He cleared his throat, then said, softly, "Yes."

Draco wanted to hear him admit that he wanted it. "Do you want more?" He asked cajolingly.

A long pause. "Yes."

Suddenly Draco slipped his tongue deep into the tight hole and withdrew it just as quickly. "Like this?"

Harry sucked in air ... "Yessssss," he finally confessed.

"You're eating me alive." Harry panted, "Oh my fucking God!" he burst out as Draco moved his hands under his thighs to lift him up for his tongue to take a better swipe over his clenching hole, then buried his face further into his soaking crack.

Draco twirled the slick muscle around, poking deeper still. The boy who lived yelped, "Oh my God..."

He spread Harry’s legs wider apart and the brunet arched his back more as he clamped his mouth around the tender opening and sucked.

Harry’s cock began to jerk and weep pre-cum.

"Do you want my finger?"

Harry didn't answer. Draco knew he did. But he wanted to hear him beg for it.

"Do you want my finger inside you ... deep inside --"

"YES," Harry spat, angry at his own weakness. "YES ... please!"

Draco slipped his finger into his mouth and pulled it out wet and glistening to slither it deep inside his lovers squirming arse. Fast and deep.

It took Harry by surprise and he hissed out. "Oh my GOD, YESSSSSS!!"

Draco slid it out slowly and watched fascinated as the Gryffindor swiftly pushed his arse up to reclaim it again. And again.... wantonly fucking himself on his finger.

Harry’s cock was so hard now and throbbing. Draco reached down to cup his balls and the base of his cock as his finger pumped in and out.

Harry’s arse bucked into the air as his finger kept thrusting deep inside and slowly Draco began to feel his arsehole opening wider and the softness inside him expanding.

"Fuck me" Harry whimpered. "Oh my god, FUCK ME!"

Draco grabbed his hard cock with his other hand, tightening up around the smooth shaft and quickly pumped up and down.

Harry’s arsehole was so open and wet now that he could easily slip a second finger in and fuck him with both, scissoring them deep inside him. Reaching back with both hands, Harry lifted his arse up to pull both cheeks open lewdly.

Harry's juicy, ripe arse bounced up and down as he now humped three fingers inside that well stretched hole. Drinking in the erotic show he was putting on for him, Draco rolled his thumb around the wrinkled opening.

"Don't tease me anymore baby." Harry panted.

Rubbing both hands over his thighs, Draco leaned in to whisper that he'd never done this before either and promised that he wouldn't hurt him.

The blond had a big jar of lube in a bedside drawer and pulled it out. Harry looked at the lube fearfully, then at him, and silently turned back onto his stomach. Draco slid nearer until he was laying partially on his back. His hand went into the lube and he pulled out a large glob on his fingers. That hand then went between his boyfriends buttocks as his leg went between Harry’s legs, nudging them apart.

The lube was cold as it was spread on his arsehole. Draco kissed his back and grazed his teeth along his shoulder then bit it. As he bit him, the lube covered fingers plunged back into him. Shuddering, Harry clutched at the bedding, bending forward and raising his hips more, lifting his arse, offering himself for plunder by those long elegant digits. Crying out with passion as Draco’s fingers curved within him.

"Yesss..... I need you... need you to fuck me....my mouth, my arse... anything…..
please... Draco... I need you"

Draco’s cock stroked up and down his arse crack, dragging over the quivering hole, hesitating at the opening, rubbing over it, pushing just inside, teasing, slowly driving him mad. Harry leaned back into him, and the blond grasped his cock around the base to gain more control and very slowly the head started to penetrate his lovers most intimate of places. The brunet felt stretched wide as the very tip of Draco’s penis began slowly working itself inside. A burning stab of pain pierced him as the head of his lovers cock found its way through the initial resistance of his body, and he let out a small cry of pain.

After Harry assured him through clenched teeth that he was fine, but to be very gentle, Draco carried on. Slowly he pressed into him, deeper inside virgin territory, watching as his cock slid into Harry’s arse inch by slow inch. The blond withdrew slightly and then pressed back into him, allowing him to get used to the sensations before picking up the pace. Listening to his harsh breathing and hearing his moans, Harry knew it was taking all of the Slytherin’s willpower to stop himself from thrusting hard and deep into him.

Short, shallow thrust became longer, deeper strokes. Draco’s fingers reached around to caress his shaft as he rooted deeper inside until Harry had taken all of him. They started to move in the same rhythm, and the brunet began to enjoy the deeper penetration. The blonds cock in his arse and the whole ‘forbidden’ aspect of what they were doing took hold and Harry began to push back into him as he thrust, forcing him deeper still.

The brunet cried out with combined pain and pleasure as Draco bit him again, the blonds hand covered his cock and began to pump in a rhythm with his own thrusting. That hard dick kept pushing inside him, sliding out a little then pushing again harder and deeper each time. Overwhelmed, Harry was silently crying and convulsing with pleasure at the same time.

Harry struggled to regain control but then he felt his lovers fingertips, probing, circling the tight, throbbing opening just above where his cock was buried in his slick virgin hole. The Gryffindor moaned, glorying in the heat of that thick cock, the fullness where it held him open.

Harry’s head now dropped to the bed, turned to one side, then buried in the covers, to muffle his strangled sobs, hands twisting tightfisted bunches of fabric. The blond jerked his hips back, grinding sharp hipbones into Harry, at the same time giving an upward thrust, then tattooing his insides with a series of sharp jabs.

The bedroom was filled with sounds of sex, Draco panting for air as he fucked him brutally, Harry crying out to be fucked and the sound of the blonds groin slapping the brunets arse cheeks as he pounded him into submission.

Draco’s moans increased as he penetrated him faster, holding his hips as he impaled his shaking body onto that big cock. Suddenly he cried out his name and exploded deep in his arse. Harry felt every jerk of his cock, and heard every groan, as Draco poured his seed into him for what seemed like an eternity. The blond held him tightly to him, his arms wrapped around his trembling lover and his head resting on his back, breathing fast and shuddering from the intensity of his orgasm, he breathlessly whispered his love for Harry over and over again.


Harry’s cock ached. His balls were tingling, drawn up tight in his hairy sack. When he felt the heat flooding his insides the Gryffibdor golden boy bucked madly and came with a roar.

They held each other, their bodies pulsing and throbbing in the bright ecstasy of their orgasms, for what seemed like an eternity. It was almost a disappointment when, finally, sensation returned and they collapsed on the bed, Draco’s softening prick slipping from Harry's hot arse. Their breath coming in ragged pants, their skin flushed and glistening in the aftermath of their shared pleasure.

"Malfoy... " Harry gasped, tightly clutching one of the blonds many feather pillows.

"What?" Draco replied dreamily.

"Dont ever call me a pussy again!" *whap*

And yes, the feathers really did fly. =>