Midnight Visits

It had been a long two years after school. Now both Blaise and Draco were both working at the Ministry, the blonde in the first floor and Blaise in the Department of Mysteries. It was now near midnight in Friday night. Blaise was still sitting at his desk, poring over papers. His room was dimly lit and at the moment he had the palms of his hands over his eyes.



He sighed and set back to work. His job for the night was far from over; the pile of the paper didn’t seem at all diminished from the early afternoon. He looked at the pile, wishing it to disappear.



“Hello, handsome”, came a soft voice from the door, “You done soon?”



Blaise looked up, surprised. “Draco?” He looked at the blonde at the door. “I didn’t realize you were still here.” He shook his head: “I’ve still got lots to do. Sorry. I think we’ve got to cancel the supper.”



Draco entered the room and closed the door: “I had something else entirely in mind, when I suggested the supper. And I don’t need a kitchen for that.”



The blonde sauntered over to the desk and sat on the edge. Blaise looked at him, still a little too surprised to say anything. Draco leaned over, resting his elbow on the paper pile, turning his head in a cute way.



Blaise raised his eyebrow. He licked his lips: “So, what did you have in mind?”



Draco smiled: “Want me to spell it out for you?”



Blaise smirked wickedly and nodded.



Draco rolled his eyes, but smiled. He got up from the table and started undoing the front of his robe. “Like I’m going to tell you, Zabini. You just have to figure it out.”



Blaise laughed and also got up. He enjoyed these games his lover made him play. He walked over to Draco, who just turned his back to him and winked. The blonde slid the robe down one shoulder, baring white skin.



Blaise swallowed and raised an eyebrow. “You’re not wearing anything under there?”



Draco looked at him over his shoulder. “You’re a genius tonight, love.”



Blaise growled playfully and caught Draco by the waist, tackling him to the floor. “Now you stop teasing me and let me fuck you, you little bitch!”



Draco blinked a few times, readjusting his bearings. Then he burst out laughing. “Someone’s been having a stressful day?” he smirked. “Fine, you can do whatever you like.” Draco liked to be manhandled sometimes, especially when aroused.



Blaise got up and held out a hand for his lover, who took it and clambered up. In a flurry Blaise had the blonde pinned to the front of his desk and he was kissing him furiously. Draco pulled the dark man’s shirt out of his pants and undid the button and zipper of his slacks deftly.



He smirked as he kissed Blaise’s chin on his way down. He settled on his knees and yanked the other’s pants to his knees.

Still smirking he bared the other’s hard member and moistened his lips. From down here he could see Blaise’s chest heaving with anticipation. He whispered his tongue over the tip of the throbbing member and heard Blaise growl.



“A little faster, if you please”, the dark man said, as pompously as he could muster at this point – which was surprisingly much, still.



Draco nuzzled his upper thigh and purred: “You’re the boss tonight.”



“Damn right!” he let out a sight of expiration and tugged the blonde back up. “Kiss me.”



With that Blaise pressed his lips against Draco’s. The blonde opened his mouth, letting the other enter his tongue. He pressed back and let his robe fall completely off, gasping when his naked cock scraped against Blaise’s trousers.



Blaise pulled back and stood apart from his panting lover. Draco looked at him through the haze that had formed over his eyes.

“Do you want to get fucked, Draco?” Blaise asked, his eyes flicking down his pale, naked body.



“Yes”, was the gasped answer.



“Show me how much. Turn around.”



Draco obeyed and rested his hand flat on the table. He stuck his ass out to the other man and looked over his shoulder. Blaise was staring at his ass and as Draco watched he licked his lips.



Draco reached his other hand to his ass and squeezed. “I want you into my ass”, he whispered. He quickly brought his fingers to his lips and moistened them – he reached back again. “I want you to fuck me hard”, he said pressing his middle finger into his ass.



He was losing himself to the feeling of his own finger in his ass, when he heard Blaise move closer. The dark man leaned over him, not touching yet.



“Add another”, was the heated whisper, Draco heard and obeyed.



“Does that feel good?” Whimper. “Is it enough?” “No.”



“Good. Take them out”, Blaise said and pulled back again.



As Draco leaned lower over the table he could hear the shuffle of clothing and as he glanced back he saw Blaise stepping out of his pants. The blonde rested on his elbows, his ass in the air and the dark man stepped behind him.



“Tell me, Draco”, he whispered, leaning close to his ear.



“I want you to fuck my ass, Zabini. I’ve dreamed about it all day.”



Blaise laughed a little and nudged his cock into the pale man who gasped at the suddenness. He had been penetrated by that cock many times now, but it always felt so big. He gasped aloud when Blaise started moving.



“What, pet? Does it feel good?” asked Blaise breathlessly, thrusting in firm rhythm.



“Ah! Yesss!! It’s so good!” Draco screamed and arched his back, moving back and forth. He knew he wouldn’t last long.



Blaise felt Draco tense up and smiled. His little love never could take too long of this. He’d need to invent something else for the future, but this thought was pushed back from his head as he felt Draco start shuddering and mewing. He could almost hear his cum splattering his table and the floor. He gently pulled out and turned the other man around.



“Now, where should I come?”



Draco looked at him with half-closed eyes and Blaise smiled. “Go to your knees, sweet,” he said.



Draco fell to his knees in front of the taller man and took his dark member into his mouth. He sucked eagerly, slurping. Greedily. Blaise leaned his hands to the table and closed his eyes, giving in to the sensation. Quickly the blonde brought him over the edge.



Wiping his chin Draco got up and swallowed.



Blaise shook his head, smirking again. “Well, there’s your supper then?”



Draco laughed out loud and pulled his robe back on. “You coming?” he asked at the door.



Blaise glanced at his messy table and shrugged. “Might as well. It’s not like I’m going to get anything done anyway.”



And with that they left his office as it was – splatters and all.



Chapter END