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Don't Get Caught
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
7,781
Reviews:
25
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.
An Eye for an Eye
Draco Malfoy is no fool. He recognises the significance of the blush that affects Scorpius’ throat whenever ‘Professor Potter’ is mentioned. The thought of Potter defiling his son evokes tidal waves of fury and leaves him physically shaking. He is under no illusion that his childhood adversary feels anything other than insufferable smugness; that Potter no doubt believes his actions to be justified, probably in light of whatever debt he presumes the Malfoys still owe. Draco refuses to entertain the idea that Potter might, just might, have developed genuine feelings for Scorpius.
Coloured cheeks in themselves are not damning evidence, but Draco now has irrefutable proof that Potter is fucking the Malfoy heir. Since the war, he has developed a slightly neurotic tendency to scan and evaluate every single letter he receives, even those from Scorpius, in case they have been intercepted by grudge-bearers. The spell, one which Draco devised personally and is eminently proud of, detects traces of powder, liquid and many other substances capable of causing irreparable damage to delicate skin. The spell, when cast over several items of correspondence from his son, revealed semen residue identified as Potter’s. It pains Draco to consider how the semen might have got there, so he doesn’t; instead, he concentrates on devising an effective form of retribution.
Such deliberations led him to invite Scorpius’ best friend for a sleepover during the summer holidays. The phrase ‘an eye for an eye’ came to mind when Draco smiled at Potter through gritted teeth. By sheer force of will, he did not choke on the words they exchanged when Al was dropped off. And if Draco had needed his resolve boosted, then the heated gaze between Potter and Scorpius was more than sufficient.
After Potter leaves, Draco watches the boys sunbathing in the garden. Al is certainly not unattractive, and despoiling him will be no hardship; in fact, Draco is rather looking forward to it. His toned, tanned body will tremble beautifully beneath Draco’s when he screws his flushed cock into the tight, wrinkled hole. He imagines the boy will flutter those long, dark eyelashes and arch his back as Draco plunders his arse, filling him with inch after unyielding inch. He can almost taste the musky scent of sweat and sex that will pervade the air when he pounds him into the mattress. He can visualize Al’s face with startling clarity, radiating gratitude as Draco grasps the engorged shaft and pumps him to completion. He grinds his teeth in anticipation of sinking them into the boy’s smooth skin, leaving violent marks in places that will be impossible for Al to hide from his father. Draco can picture his own orgasm, the moment when it will be ripped from him by the moaning, writhing boy he has impaled. He can smell the arousal that will barely recede before he does it all over again. Oh yes, Potter will be well and truly fucked. Draco is sure the boy will be begging to lick his come-coated prick, and if Draco is reasonably satisfied, he might consider letting him.
Smiling to himself, Draco opens the conservatory door and beckons to the two friends.
“Who wants to sample the drinks cabinet?”
***
Coloured cheeks in themselves are not damning evidence, but Draco now has irrefutable proof that Potter is fucking the Malfoy heir. Since the war, he has developed a slightly neurotic tendency to scan and evaluate every single letter he receives, even those from Scorpius, in case they have been intercepted by grudge-bearers. The spell, one which Draco devised personally and is eminently proud of, detects traces of powder, liquid and many other substances capable of causing irreparable damage to delicate skin. The spell, when cast over several items of correspondence from his son, revealed semen residue identified as Potter’s. It pains Draco to consider how the semen might have got there, so he doesn’t; instead, he concentrates on devising an effective form of retribution.
Such deliberations led him to invite Scorpius’ best friend for a sleepover during the summer holidays. The phrase ‘an eye for an eye’ came to mind when Draco smiled at Potter through gritted teeth. By sheer force of will, he did not choke on the words they exchanged when Al was dropped off. And if Draco had needed his resolve boosted, then the heated gaze between Potter and Scorpius was more than sufficient.
After Potter leaves, Draco watches the boys sunbathing in the garden. Al is certainly not unattractive, and despoiling him will be no hardship; in fact, Draco is rather looking forward to it. His toned, tanned body will tremble beautifully beneath Draco’s when he screws his flushed cock into the tight, wrinkled hole. He imagines the boy will flutter those long, dark eyelashes and arch his back as Draco plunders his arse, filling him with inch after unyielding inch. He can almost taste the musky scent of sweat and sex that will pervade the air when he pounds him into the mattress. He can visualize Al’s face with startling clarity, radiating gratitude as Draco grasps the engorged shaft and pumps him to completion. He grinds his teeth in anticipation of sinking them into the boy’s smooth skin, leaving violent marks in places that will be impossible for Al to hide from his father. Draco can picture his own orgasm, the moment when it will be ripped from him by the moaning, writhing boy he has impaled. He can smell the arousal that will barely recede before he does it all over again. Oh yes, Potter will be well and truly fucked. Draco is sure the boy will be begging to lick his come-coated prick, and if Draco is reasonably satisfied, he might consider letting him.
Smiling to himself, Draco opens the conservatory door and beckons to the two friends.
“Who wants to sample the drinks cabinet?”
***