I Saw Malfoy Suck Cock

WARNING: Heavy graphic material containing GAY sex acts. If this offends you, why are you even reading this?
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*~I Saw Malfoy Suck Cock~*
Chapter two

I saw Malfoy suck cock. It’s been two days now. I’ve been watching him ever since.

It wasn’t like last year; I’ve stopped suspecting Malfoy since he hushed down with his boosting and bulling around Hogwarts. That included my friends and me, but I guess Malfoy had found other ‘occupations’ to fancy his time with.

Oh, you should have seen the smirk crawling on my face as I thought that.

I had stared studding him in a different way.

I felt admiration for his quietened spirit when he was around his peers like a normal day to day student, and listening in class.

Now that I had seen Malfoy as a hungry horny slut, it was impossible to imagine him as anything different.

It was almost comical at times.

Him, sitting on his gorgeous ass, I hadn’t seen it in the nude yet but I knew it was going to be gorgeous, pretending to be the good scholar with that bored look of his.

I wondered if he ever thought about cock in those instances.

Once I had caught him on a continuous shift. It was as if Malfoy could not find a comfortable position on his chair. He’d change his angle, cross and uncross his ankles. He even went through the trouble of rubbing his palms up and down his tights, as if in nervousness.

Well, the constant fidgets never failed to make me rock hard. So, if there was anyone thinking about cock in those situations, it was definitely me.

It was starting to get harder and harder to control my gaze on Malfoy. I knew I wasn’t looking at him in disgust or hate any longer.

And it was starting to get harder, when the fidgets started, to not throw a comment like; “What Malfoy, is the butt plug giving you a problem?” or “Miss something up your ass? I might assist if you’d be a good little slut...”.

That too, oh Merlin would get me hard. In the middle of the classroom, amongst my friends, whilst a lecture.
It did not matter.

I wanted him.

When I peeked at his profile, when he spoke, all I could see was his mouth with a cock in it. His fingers, his hands, wanking desperately for cum. That tongue of his, circling and teasing yet extremely rewarding. And those lusty, intense eyes, oh how I imagined them so each time I wanked myself raw over him.

And each time, it was my cock Malfoy was sucking. My cock he was licking on, my cock he was jacking off and his eyes daring me to cum in his mouth.

So infuriating, so fucking turning me on—I could so see it...Malfoy would be such a daring slut, he’d test my patience, his power in that situation with me.

I wanted to break him...and have him love it.

“This, this is outrageous!”

I looked up and found Hermione, deeply flushed, sitting on the bench next to Ron. She looked highly uncomfortable.

“What is it ‘Mione?” Ron asked after swallowing his eggs, thankfully.

Hermione seemed to go even redder, profound disgust on her face as she looked back at me and Ron in an urgent sort of way.

“Can you believe it? McGonagall even had to report it to me!” she hushed down her voice after a deep breath, “It is such an offense to Hogwarts!”

I blinked back. I swear girls sometimes...

“Apparently, there is been some sort of...underground activity taking act in the school...”

While Ron took a big sip out of his goblet half interested, my heart suddenly picked up as Hermione gained my full attention.

“I shouldn’t be telling you guys this!” she hissed, “But I am just so horrified!”

“Hermione, come on!” I pressed; Hermione nodded probably taking my intensity for the wrong reasons.

“I know, you are just going to be as disgusted.” She looked around, the crowd of people eating around us doing their own things as she then lowered her head towards me.

“It has been reported that...Well, around the school...It was found—they were found—Eh, remains.”

“What like dead people?” Ron all but splattered on his juice.

Hermione’s very unattractive red brightened. “Remains...due to, eh—sex.”

My eyes light up. I fought back the smirk edging on my lips.

Malfoy. I knew it. It was him. He had done it again!

The whore...

Ron looked confused. “Sex?”

“She means, ‘cum’, Ron.” I said all too satisfied to see them look around embarrassed. Some people were just too innocent.

“Harry!” Hermione’s eyes were about to burst out so I gave a fake blush and looked down apologetically.

Just how active was Malfoy? Stains of cum discovered on every inch of the castle?

As I listened on to Hermione ramble on about this ‘offense’, my mind wavered to different directions.

Firstly, ok, so I felt aroused. But the anger that followed it was more blinding than I had thought.

Just how long had Malfoy been going around spluttering his or others' cum around the castle? How much cock did he feast on, the effing slut? Was it part of the ‘business’? What was it? Did he actually intend for the people to discover his sperm all over Hogwarts?

I narrowed my eyes, and looked at Malfoy who was very innocently chatting with his mates.

“Bloody hell, who could be so depraved?” Ron was muttering.

I sniffed. Oh I knew who, and add me to the list.
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During my last evening class that day, I had had enough.

It was bad enough that now I was noticing ‘Malfoy’ in a whole new light.

But now I had to notice things like the colour of his skin, the shine to his hair and the complete slenderness of his neck.

It was so perfect; I didn’t know what I wanted to do with it first. Stroke it or break it.

How many other blokes had he pleasured?

I watched him pot a plant, getting his fingers all and nice and dirty as he pressed on the soil.

I proceeded to squish mine pitilessly, glaring wholes in Malfoy’s back.

Sometimes I wished Malfoy would stop ignoring me. I wished for the fight, for the challenge, for the things he said to me harsh as a slap on the face.

I was suffocating with the need to have his anger at me just so I could slap my own to his face. Everything of him infuriated me, after all.

And I did definitely want to break his neck.

The green house was divided in sections, and I decided since not many were within our station I approached Malfoy.

Malfoy who, was either very interested with making sure his plant had been potted correctly and didn’t know I was there or was irritably, ignoring my presence.

“Shit..!” The hiss came out from Malfoy. He had taken his hand away from the plant like he had been bitten, and was glaring at it mightily.

I rolled my eyes, banged my pot on the station next to his, and grabbed his hand.

“Your baby hands can’t stand a few splinters, can’t they Malfoy?”

Baby. Hands.

I had never touched his hands. I was surprised to feel it soft, softer than mine, even if calluses were here and there.

By instinct, he recoiled but I wouldn’t let him go. He glared annoyed, and I just leered over him as I felt the power that that stance was already giving me.

“Let me go.”

“When I want, I might.” I replied honestly, my gaze intent on his hand as I pulled it closer for inspection.

“Potter,”

I smirked, was that a warning?

“Would be my name...”

It was then that I met his gaze, my cock stirred instantly.

Blue eyes, silver in the direct sunlight coming from the roof of the green house, were glaring at me.

He wiggled trying to get his hand back once I gave no sign of a response. I sighed, effortlessly blocking him by turning him around, twisting his arm and pressing pressure at the joint of his elbow.

He all but gasped in pain. It took a few seconds for the blond to understand that if he kept moving the pressure he’d add would help to snap his arm.

I licked my lips, not helping myself I pressed against him.

“Can you be still for me?” I sounded so gentle; I don’t know how it had come out of me.

Malfoy was breathing harshly now, it sounded as though he had repressed a very big profanity.

Shame, I do like it when he speaks dirty.

His slightly shifting body brushed mine, and I pressed my cock to his ass.

I came close to his ear, “Can you also be very quiet?” I whispered.

I think he gulped, closing his mouth as if in determination of having his breathing under control, and nodded once as he looked dead-on on a point far away before him.

“Perfect.” I let my lips brush the shell of his ear, but only just.

My heart had gone insane, my senses completely heightened as I breathed in Malfoy. I brushed my nose behind is ear, to his hair, down his neck...

Meanwhile, my hand that added pressure on Malfoy’s elbow moved so to twist his arm back as I held it at its wrist. I slid my other hand from Malfoy’s hip to his stomach, I couldn’t stop myself till my hand sprawled on his chest and I pushed him even more to me.

I breathed against his skin, “We can play this nicely, I won’t hurt you.”

I raised his hand towards him, palm up, and I peeked from his shoulder down at it.

“I want to help, really.”

My hand left his chest to pick at the splinter on his pinkie.

He was focused on our hands and rigid against my body.

I picked at the splinter with my nails, thankfully it was exposed enough to be an easy extraction.

Malfoy breathed out as I suddenly pulled the splinter out in one quick movement, and his jump was met by my cock.

“Malfoy...”

Again my hand went to his hip, curling there, pulling him against me as I ever-so-lightly begun to rub myself on him.

My mouth watered as his face went scarlet.

Yet, he didn’t try to move or push me away.

I placed his splinter free hand on the table where I had pushed him against and trailed my fingers around his wrist. I kept my hand there just in case he tried anything.

“You are been very good.”

I brushed my thumb on the layer of clothing on his navel. How my fingers itched to touch him.

So, I did.

I moved my hand from his hip, downwards, meeting the edge of the table that dag in his groin. I stepped back so to find space to slide my hand down, Malfoy complied wordlessly, his back always pressed against my front without me needing to keep him there.

He shivered in my arms. I closed my eyes, forehead resting at the back of his head as I inhaled wafts of his odour.

I cupped Malfoy’s hardening penis in my palm.

“Fuck,” I exhaled right in Malfoy’s ear.

Then, I felt it.

It was the slightest movement, Malfoy’s ass had pressed willingly against me.

“You need this, don’t you?” My voice was low and I caressed more insistently at his cock. It was growing in my hand, and I was growing more and more excited by the second.

He let out a whimper, my eyes widened, as I squeezed him good.

I noticed Malfoy biting at his lower lip in punishment, due to his noise I supposed, and I smirked as the blond lowered his head and tried to glance at me from his shoulder.

He couldn’t quite lift his eyes to me though.

“Feel me,” I murmured as I begun pocking my cock almost nonstop right at the crease of his cheeks, “I am so fucking hard.”

I took his hand almost violently, guiding it behind to my cock, and sprawled his fingers on it. They were very eager ones too. Immediately they closed around my dick, and like a pro, felt for the length and weight of it.

I let out a low groan, biting at Malfoy’s earlobe. “You love it,” I told him, “I know you do... Slut.”

Malfoy let out a half suffocated gasp, and I opened my eyes to check if someone had noticed anything but all was clear.

I realized then, that Malfoy had actually liked me calling him slut.

Oh hell. I was so ready to cum right there, right then.

“You better not find yourself alone in corridors because you never know who you might find hanging around...as we do our ‘business’ right, Malfoy?”

In an instant, I knew that he had understood exactly what I was talking about.

I graced my teeth on Malfoy’s neck, he offered it to me, but I didn’t give into his wishes.

Malfoy’s body quaked, his hands suddenly desperate to touch me as he lifted his other one to the back of my head.

“That’s it, grip my hair harder.”

I loved the sound of his heavy breathing.

“I’d fuck you right here. You would let me too. You little exhibiting slut.”

“Stop it...”

“Beg me, I might consider it.”

Malfoy was fully hard; I pumped at the head of his cock. It felt so wonderful to touch it.

He sighed trapped in my arms, hips undulating to the pace my hand set.

“You are going to come undone here, right now, with everyone around us.” I told him, “You’re going to dirty yourself with your cum.”

Malfoy twitched, I leered.

“Just a little payback...” I whispered to him, completely loosing my monitoring of the others in the room.

He kept touching my cock, grabbing at it, and feeling for my balls almost urgently at times.

“Have you any idea what I am going to do with that cock of mine..?”

Another shiver passed through Malfoy. He lifted his head towards me over his shoulder, showing me that I had his full attention although his eyes were downcast.

“Although, judging by your expertise in that little show of yours, I’d say you were rather acquainted...” I watched him carefully. “But I lied.”

Finally, he looked up at me. His pupils were big and dark, a ring of silver around it as they looked back at me.

“I am going to hurt you.”

Malfoy licked his mouth, my eyes trailing down to it, and I looked back hungrily.

“You are going to make me cum.” His whisper was without voice, and I almost failed to hear it.

I twisted at his cock head, pushing the robe apart and slipping my hand inside his pants to touch him. His school robe then closed, hiding my intruding hand.

Malfoy’s cock was incredibly warm. We both sighed at the feeling of it.

“Dirty my hands.” I commanded, “I want you to lose it, right now.”

A flush rose on Malfoy’s cheeks again. He closed his eyes, the back of his head resting on my shoulder as I wanked him harshly.

His hand in my hair tightened, twisted, and I loved the pleasurable pain it was giving me. Yet, Malfoy did not forget about my own cock. He kept pumping his fist, jerking his arm at the odd angle with no problem at all.

“Show me just how much of a whore you are.” I breathed, “here you are getting off on my dirty hands, in the middle of class, people are around us...And you are so willing—Slut.”

“Yess...” he hissed, his hips snapping. The table shook as Malfoy hit it in the process, and I hushed him by teasing the slit of his cock with my index finger.

I poked it with my nail, almost scratching it and stroked his whole length brutally.

“Yes...”

His hand tightened painfully around my dick as he humped my fist, and came with his lips violently parted in a silent scream.

“Good boy.” I murmured as hot cum spluttered on my fist. I kept on pumping him, coating his cock with his sperm.
Malfoy spammed in my arms, his ass bumping against me and I would have shoved my dick in it if I hadn’t been exploding right then.

“You fucking, dirty slut,” I panted as we rocked together slowly. “You made me soil my pants, again.”

Malfoy actually sniggered, his body melting against mine still rosy with pleasure.

He looked at me, that calculating light in his seductive eyes.

And he said, “Likewise.”

I knew then, that a deal had formed between us.

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