The Name of the Game is Seduction

Chapter 3
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“What do you want, Harry?” Draco whispered, panting in his ear.
“Draco, I…I”
“Let go, Harry. No inhibitions, whatever you want,” He breathed back.
Before Harry could respond, the timer chimed signaling the game was ended. Grabbing Harry’s hand Draco got up and pulled the other boy with him. Not wanting to stop the lust induced euphoria they were currently experiencing, the blonde stopped several times along the way back to his room to push the green-eyed boy up against the closest wall to snog him both breathless and senseless.

Finally they made it back to his room. With a growl deep in his throat the blonde pounced on the raven-haired boy. Kissing him with a passion he had never before experienced, Draco heard Harry moan so loudly it almost echoed off the walls of his private bedchambers. The Slytherin broke away from the other boy’s mouth just long enough to whip out his wand and cast both an advanced locking and silencing charm. Tossing his wand to the side he reattached his lips firmly to the ones in front of him and continued from where they had let off. He reached up to Harry’s bare chest, shirt being still unbuttoned from earlier, and began running his finger tips over Harry’s nipples until they became hard. He moved his lips away from Harry’s to nibble and lick down the length of his jaw. Harry’s hand that had remained fisted at his sides until now moved out seeking skin. Pulling the shirt that was tucked so tightly into leather pants free, his fingers finally reaching their goal, first touching Draco’s waist then moved to his stomach stroking, caressing. Draco reached down and looped his fingers through the other boy’s belt loops to pull him flush up against his body, feeling Harry’s arousal pressed into his own. He continued hisaulsault trailing kisses, licks and nibbles, down Harry’s neck not stopping until he reached the hard red nipple of his chest. He continued licking, blowing and biting until he heard a gasp and felt the other boy grinding his hips and erection into his own.

Pulling on the belt loops again Draco began walking backwards, leading Harry to his bed. When the backs of his knees had reached the edge of his bed he collapsed backwards onto it pulling the Gryffindor down with him, on top of him, never once stopping his ministrations on the other. In this new position Harry started to feel a little more in control, more daring. The sensations he was feeling combined with this more dominant position urged him to act; impulsively he started undoing the buttons on this sexy sultry creature underneath of him. Their lips came back together in an explosive kiss, making Harry feel like every inch of his skin was on fire. The only thought going through the mind of the Boy Who saved the Wizarding World, was that he had to get this shirt off of the blonde, because it was in his afteafter all. Realizing what the other boy was trying to do Draco sat up to make it easier for him. After helping to divest Harry of his shirt also, looking into deep green eyes, Draco moved his hands, burning trails down Harrytomatomach to the button on his jeans. He paused, waiting for some sort of acknowledgement that it was okay to continue.
“Harry, what do you want?” he whispered seductively.
“I…I want more. Please. Don’t. Stop.” he begged with his words yet was pleading with his eyes.
Draco deftly used his skilled hands to divest the Gryffindor of both his pants and boxers. Stifling a groan of his own desire, the blonde reversed their positions, placing Harry on his back. His fingers blazed another trail down Harry’s chest reaching their desired destination. Wrapping his fingers around Harry’s pulsing erection, he began stroking while leaning down to whisper in the Gryffindors ear.
“Is this what you want?”
“God, Draco, yes.”
“What if I want to devour you, consume you, make you scream my name as I bring you over the edge in ecstasy.”
“Yes…yes.”
“What if I want to take you, possess you completely?”
“Anything…Just. Don’t. Stop.”
Not stopping the slow, tantalizing, strokes, the blonde lowered himself, mouth poised over the inflamed cock in his hand, never once dropping his gaze of those emerald orbs. First licking the tip he then slowly engulfed the entire shaft until his nose nestled in soft blue-black raven curls.
“Oh…God!”
Picking up speed his mouth glided up and down Harry’s hard cock, while his hand reached down to caress and fondle his scrotum. Having never felt anything scredcredible as the sensations he’s experiencing now, Harry arched his back and cried out incoherently. Knowing this gorgeous Gryffindor writhing underneath of him was about to cross over to the point of no return, the blonde redoubled his efforts, bringing Harry over the edge screaming his name. Slowly the Slytherin crawled up to lay beside Harry bringing, their bodies flush together, his evident still aching arousal pressing into the raven-haired boy’s side. He pressed his mouth over that of the boy that he had wanted for so long and engaged him in another heated kiss, letting Harry sample the lingering taste of his own seed on the blonde’s tongue. Harry wound his arms tightly around the Slytherin as they kissed passionately and he descended from his euphoric state.
“God, Draco. That was…there are no words to describe.”
“That, my luv, was just a prelude of things to come. You have yet to feel how indescribable it can be.”
With that said Harry’s next words were completely stalled as Draco’s mouth descended to all of the sensitive spots he had discovered on the other boy, starting with his neck, nipping, sucking and slowly devouring every inch, moving down lower and lower until he could feel the arousal and desire returning in full in the body splayed out so enticingly beneath him. Gasps, moans, and pleas, ever increasing in volume could be heard throughout the room. Lifting Harry’s legs, bent at the knees, spreading them apart to obtain better access, Draco ran his tongue first down the length of Harry’s hard cock, then over his balls, gliding lower down to his virgin hole. Harry was panting hard at all the stimulation he was receiving; he reached down grabbing the sheets with one hand and a fist full of silky blonde hair with the other. Draco knew that this the raven-haired beauty was enjoying the titillating sensations he was receiving by his responses, the way he arched his bathruthrust his hips up and the moans and cries of his pleasure. The blonde wanted to be sure that this would be a night he would never forget, even if Harry never wanted to be with him in this way again. He wanted to be sure that everything the green-eyed boy was feeling was so pleasurable, stimulating and sensual, that he would feel no pain when Draco finally took him completely. The blonde’s tongue snaked out circling the other boy’s muscled orifice, sending tremors up his spine. Burying his face further in between Harry’s legs, Draco’s tongue entered the part of his crush where he wished his achingly hard cock could be instead, thrusting in and out of his tight hot hole sending Harry’s body into full blown quakes.
“God, Draco…need…”
Draco withdrew after hearing Harry’s cries, he summoned his lubricant from his dresser, coated his fingers, and looked into Harry’s lust filled eyes.
“What do you need Harry?” he said, as he slowly entered two fingers into this beautiful boy splayed out before him, stretching and preparing him.
“More…you…Please” he screamed his request as Draco’s fingers had discovered his prostate. Quickly coating his member, he knew he could hold off no longer. Harry whimpered as the fingers that had sent such intense sensations through his body were withdrawn only to be quickly filled by something bigger. Fully sheathed in the Gryffindor, the Slytherin waited before moving to be sure Harry was r. Ha. Harry winced visibly in pain from the intrusion and burning that he felt, but wrapped his legs around Draco to firmly hold the blonde in place. When he felt like he could no longer wait from want, Harry pushed his body back against Draco’s letting him know he was ready for him to do more. The blonde started moving slowly thrusting in and out, building up in momentum, and changing the angle of his thrusts to find the most pleasurable one for Harry.
“God, Harry. So hot, so tight,” Draco said before he leaned down and capture Harry’s lips in a kiss of brui for force. He was now hitting Harry’s prostate with every inward thrust, moving harder and deeper into the willingly compliant body beneath him. Harry was so close, head thrown back in the pillows, body starting to tense as he fell over the edge into the most powerful orgasm he’d ever experienced, shooting his seed across his chest, screaming out his completion. Draco followed him in own own completion with the force of Harry’s orgasm pulling the blonde along only seconds behind, with Harry’s name falling from his lips repeatedly. Draco collapsed forward onto Harry drowning his face with kisses as he slowly recovered from his sated state. After pulling himself out of the thoroughly debauched creature underneath of him, Draco rolled off of Harry to lie beside him. Draco summoned his wand, performed a quick cleaning spell on both of them, and then laid his wand down on the nightstand. Pulling up the covers over their rapidly cooling bodies, Draco reached over and drew Harry to him, wrapping the other boy up in his arms. Both soon fell into a blissful sleep with Harry nuzzling into Draco’s neck, legs tangled together as if they’ve been sleeping this way in unison for years.

The sun had been up on the horizon for a few hours when Draco finally awoke. He looked at the boy in his arms and smiled as all the memories of last night played over again in his mind. He stared at Harry, mapping out every inch of him with his eyes, wanting to burn the image into his memory, not knowing what this morning would bring. He ran his hand through the incredibly soft raven locks, stroking them tenderly. He knew he would gladly spend the rest of his life doing anything to make Harry happy, if that is what the other wanted, god he hoped so. As he was staring down onto the soft features of the Gryffindor’s face he noticed the eye lashes start to flutter. Slowly eyelids opened and he found himself staring into the deep emerald pools he had come to adore. Several minutes passed in silence with the two keeping their eyes fixed to one another.
“Good morning, Harry,” he said not entirely sure of himself.
Harry did not reply, he continued to stare at the young man in front of him, as the images of last night played over and over again in mindmind. Draco was becoming increasingly worried, as he got no response from the one he had loved for so long from afar.
“Harry. Is everything okay?”
Still no reply as Harry’s mind went into overdrive wondering ‘what does all of this mean to Draco, was it just a one time thing, was he drunk? Would we, could we, still be friends after this, did he still want to be friends?’
Draco was starting to panic, he had still received no response from Harry, ‘was everything ruined, was it to late to fix it, would he still be my friend, does he hate me?’
“Harry, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me, last night was a mistake, can we l bel be friends, I don’t want to lose you as a friend. Last night was everything to me, butyou you don’t want me in that way, I can be happy with whatever you’re willing to give. Please say you don’t hate me. I’ve wanted you for so long and last night was so incredible, it was more than I could have ever dreamed it to be. I just didn’t know how else to show you how I felt, but I can’t lose you as a friend after everything…”
Harry still said nothing and the panic was clearly written on Draco’s face and in the words he spoke. The raven-haired boy moved forward closing the distance between them, pressing his lips to the blonde’s to calm him down and shut him up. The kiss was sweet, full of promise; completely different from the heated passionate kisses the two had shared the night before. When they pulled apart Harry was the first to break the silence.
“Draco, not that last night wasn’t the most incredible I’ve ever experienced in my young life, I just wish you would have trusted in our friendship, in me, enough for you to have told me how you . Ar. Are you willing to tell me now what you feel and where you want to go from here?”
“I’m sorry. I’ve had feelings for you for a long time now and I was scared you wouldn’t want any kind of relationship with me, other than friendship. I was afraid that once we graduated I wouldn’t be in your life anymore. Then last night when we were playing that game and you were so responsive to ouchouching you, kissing you. I just never dreamed you could be attracted to me or any guy for that matter. I just wanted to show you how I felt. I wanted to show you how good I could make you feel. I would do anything for you, Harry, I want to spend the rest of my life showing you how I feel about you.”
“What are you saying, exactly? What do you mean by rest of your life?”
“I love you, Harry. I would …I mean, would you consider a relationship with me? I would love for us to live together when we finish school.”
Harry smiled a smile that could melt ice, leaned forward and captured Draco’s lips in a searing kiss that he hoped would say everything, ‘yes, I want that too, do you know what this means to me, what you mean to me.’
“Nothing would make me happier.”