Hidden desires

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The gleam in Potter’s eyes changed into a definite possessive glare.
He pushed Draco onto his back and straddled him. The blonde swallowed, his hands automatically going to his nemesis’ chest, wanting to push him away. It was to intimate, never had he let anybody get that close to him. He was scared and felt as if he would suffocate any minute. But the Gryffindor above him took his hands into his, pulling them to the side and pinning the elegant limbs next to his head.
His green eyes sparkled with desire as he looked at the pale figure lying on the dark green silk sheets.
“Beautiful, Draco my God you’re so beautiful.” The boy squirmed, the appraising gaze making him uncomfortable and hot at the same time.
He didn’t want to be pinned down like this, he felt helpless, frightened and
´god`he thought desperately, aroused. A hot flush spread over his fair skin and he turned his head to the side. He didn’t want to see his soon to be lover’s eyes. He was too embarrassed.
But then he felt the weight on him shift. It was an incredible feeling the touch of hot skin against his skin, the total exposure.
A wet feeling at his neck shocked him into wiping his head around. He looked down to see the dark head at his collarbone.
Potter trailed his lips over the elegantly curved bone, following it to it’s centre and then up his neck. Draco was confused; it felt good, foreign but good. Harry’s hot breath ghosted over the wet trail and then his tongue swiped up the side of the blonde’s long neck in one torturous line.
The Slytherin gasped in shock and threw his head back against the pillow exposing his throat in an unconsciously submissive gesture.
Harry chuckled lowly. His breath ghosting over the caressed area and he leaned closer, speaking directly into Draco’s ear.
“That’s it, my love. Enjoy. Sex is something pleasurable.”
Draco gulped, the air flowing over his ear, the words spoken, so dirty, even though they really weren’t. It was, however Malfoy’s prude upbringing that sensitised him to anything intimate.
Harry’s tongue licked over the rim of his ear and into its middle. The blonde released an embarrassing yelping sound and the blush in his face deepened.
He couldn’t do this. He bit into his bottom lip.
He’d thought that it would be fast and painful. Anonymous. Not like this.
He hadn’t imagined that Harry would elicit these reactions in him. His own body betrayed him; he had lost all control of himself, something that terrified him to no end.
The heat against the side of his face lifted up a bit and Potter said softly.
“No, don’t fight it. Let me pleasure you Draco. Let yourself feel it all. It’s not wrong, it’s something wonderful and natural.”
The words registered with the young man and helped pulling him from the edge of panic that he’d approached. Then lips were on his.
Surprised he released his tortured bottom lip and opened his mouth in protest only to have a tongue swipe over his lips and dart shortly into his mouth and out again.
Harry pulled back and looked down into the stunned steely eyes.
He felt as if he had found something precious. There was fear, discomfort, little sparks of heat and trust in his adversaries’ eyes. He smiled, he would make sure that Draco had the most enjoyable first time anybody could have. The past and the future didn’t matter. He only wanted to pleasure this beautiful creature.
And take pleasure for himself from this delightful body.
He bent down again and looked straight into the confused gaze.
“I won’t hurt you willingly, relax and enjoy my love.”
He lowered his head again and kissed the pouting rosy lips. First closed mouthed then he circled them with the tip of his tongue. Tipping it into their centre, until Draco opened his mouth unable to withstand the hot temptation anymore.
Potter smiled briefly and pushed inside.
He explored every corner of the tasteful cavern, stroking over the boy’s tongue, encouraging him to play. And after a few seconds Draco did that, slowly moving his own tongue against Harry, shyly first and more sensuous with every second.
Harry moaned softly and pulled their arms up over Draco’s head, pinning both wrists with one hand. All the while teasing the blonde’s mouth, stroking his tongue over the sensitive roof of his mouth, gliding along the other boy’s tongue.
Harry had to stifle a smile. Most people were slaves to their body.
Once arousal was woken it hurriedly conquered reservations. Already the smaller man’s body writhed a little under him, the slowly filling erection trying to find something to rub against.
Harry let his right hand glide down the smooth skin of the underside of Draco’s left arm, while his left hand hold onto the thin wrists.
His hand caressed and left goose bumps in its way.
Knowing that he had to break their kiss or Draco would pass out from oxygen lack he pulled back slowly, but not without licking the now swollen mouth delicately.

The grey orbs that were the most beautiful eyes in Hogwarts opened. The look he got was hazy, a stormy grey ring around huge black pupils. The flush that had spread over the cut cheekbones was now from arousal not embarrassment.
Harry smirked. He had done that. He was the first and the only one to touch this gorgeous creature. The thought sent a bolt of arousal through him and his hips pushed his own already hard cock into Draco’s groin.
Both boys moaned in pleasure.
The dark haired boy rocked against the willing body under him for a while, watching the play of muscles in the slim body. He needed to touch, to mark.
His grip on the wrist tightened and his free hand pushed the figure deeper into the cushion, fingertips grazing sensitized nipples, making the form jerk.
An inhuman growl came out of his throat and Malfoy’s eyes that had closed under the assault of all the different sensations opened again.
The figure above him seemed larger than life. A wild and abandoned animal.
Something dangerous. And he was letting him touch him. And liked it. This was wrong, so wrong.
And all the fear that had left when confronted with the power of a never known arousal came rushing back to him.

He noticed the grip on his wrists and started to struggle. He wanted to tell him to stop. To let him go, that this was scaring him. But the fear and the arousal still cursing through his body had him speechless.
He just writhed and tried to free his hands, bucking his body up in a desperate attempt to get away.
Harry saw stars as the blonde pushed his groin into the Gryffindor’s erection in his panic attack. He panted and bit his tongue hard. Fortunately Draco’s slighter form had no chance to dislodge him. But he was angered. What was it now? What made Draco behave like this? Wasn’t he doing his best to satisfy them both?
Then he saw the tears leaking out of the panicked eyes. Saw the fear in the boy’s face. And his anger was lost immediately.
God, losing your virginity was always a scary process. Even in a normal situation, but theirs was as far from normal as one could get. For a second Harry regretted what he’d forced on the boy, maybe he should let him go.. but then he remembered the heavy lidded gaze of arousal he’d seen in the beautiful face just a few moments ago. Determination sparked.
Harry put his whole weight down onto the struggling form and tightened the hold he had on Draco’s hands. A whimper escaped the frightened boy. And he froze in shock, afraid of the pain that would surely come.

But Harry only turned their bodies. Dizzy Draco took a while to realize the new position he was in. He lay on the Gryffindor’s wide chest, a hand on the back of his head pressing him against the warm skin right over the slightly elated heart beat. The finger of said hand stroking gently through his hair. A rumbling through the chest under him transferred to him that Potter spoke. He didn’t really get what he was saying, but the soothing tones along with the gentle patting relaxed him. After a few moments his body lost its tension and his own hands that lay on the other’s stomach started to unconsciously mimic the rhythm of Harry’ s hands on his hair an back.
The dark haired boy under him sighed in relief and looked down at the body sprawled over him in joy. The Slytherin seemed like a huge cat. Pet him the right way and he would maybe grant you the right to continue touching him.
As lovely as it was to lay here, the stroking fingertips on his abdomen were slowly reawakening his nearly gone arousal.
“Draco..” he tried to warn but the blonde only pushed his head deeper into the crook between Harry’s neck and shoulder. Hiding from the world and the embarrassment he felt at his panic attack.

Harry felt helpless he knew that trying to reassure the blonde with gentle words would only embarrass the other man and lead nowhere.
So he fell back to the way they usually communicated.
Not stilling his petting he said in a challenging voice “Who’d have thought that the great Draco Malfoy is a cuddler, although he is a Slytherin, all bark and no bite, I should have known.”
Draco snorted in his hiding place and a muffled “Shut up Potter” made the dark haired wizard smile.
“You know you can’t spent the whole night hiding there” Draco lifted his head a bit and mumbled “Sure I can, there’s nobody stopping me from doing it. Now shut it, I’m trying to die quietly from shame.”
Harry laughed at this and he felt Draco’s lips curl into a smile against his neck.
“That would be the first thing you did quietly in your life Malfoy. You are such a drama queen.”
Draco snipped his middle finger against Harry’s abdomen in revenge which only caused the boy to laugh more. When he quieted down they were both more relaxed than before the interruption.
Potter stroked over the scars on the white skin and said lowly. “There’s nothing you have to be ashamed of.” Draco tensed and finally lifted his head to look down at Harry in anger “Shut it Potter, I got into a panic like some, some….”
He seemed to search for the right word and Harry provided looking up at him innocently “Like some virgin?”.
“Girl. Is what I wanted to say you asshole. Anybody ever tell you that you are a git?” Harry laughed “Yeah, there was this cute blonde once, but even he fell for my charm at the end.”
Even Draco couldn’t stop his lips from quirking into a smile and he swatted the arm Harry had put behind his own head now that he stopped caressing Draco’s head.
“Ow. You brute.” He played dramatically injured.
Malfoy snorted, “Stop it, can’t you stop joking for a minute this is serious.”
In a move too fast for Draco to predict Potter made them switch positions again.
He was again leaning over the Slytherin’s form.
His dark hand wandered over the slim chest, fingertips playfully walking around nipples up the swanlike neck over the jaw to snip his nose.
Harry laughed at the cross eyed annoyed look of his bed partner.
“No Draco I can’t. Because it isn’t”
Draco looked up at him questioningly, obviously not understanding.
Harry laid his arm around the Malfoy heir and pulled so that they were both lying on their sides looking into each other s face.
Potter cupped the young man’s cheek gently and kissed him closed mouthed.
“See Draco, sex is not serious. It’s about pleasure and fun. Sometimes about love and connecting with a person you care for. But to feel good is always the most important thing in it.”
The wizard frowned. He hadn’t thought about it like this before. His father only talked about sex in form of breeding processes. His mother never talked.
The other guys in his house always made it seem like using somebody for masturbatory purpose. Maybe he had always seen it in a wrong light?
Harry looked at the clearly thinking boy in wonder. How could the boy stay so innocent in all that had happened to and around him? He was Draco Malfoy for God’s sake. Had he never thought of sex as something enjoyable?
Harry’s eyes again fell on the scars marring the beautiful skin right to his sides and even a bit on his stomach, as if the whip had coiled around him.
Harry laid his hand possessively over the marks. No he probably hadn’t thought of finding pleasure with another person. Of trusting somebody that much. Nobody would touch the boy again. He caressed the hurt places in hope of erasing what happened to the younger boy.

Draco watched the expressions flitter over Potter’s face. There was pain, fury, devotion?
Maybe he should really get over himself and just let this happen. But that had never been a strength of him, well aside of his relationship to his father. But this was not the place to think about that. Harry would not hurt him.
Aside from everything that happened in the Great Hall. Aside from knowing that he was in bed with the most powerful wizard on the world, he just knew that he would not hurt him.
Resolutely Draco put his hand on Potter’s jaw and pulled the astonished face up.
“O.k. then, teach me how to do it.”
Potter’s mouth fell open and he asked stupidly “What?”

Draco rolled his eyes and said in an annoyed tone “Are you deaf now or what? I want you to tell me how to do this. How to have fun, sex.” He couldn’t help himself but blush at the word.
And Potter, the imp grinned.
“You want me to teach you how to fuck?” The blush deepened and Draco needed all his famous Malfoy pride not to look away.
Harry was delighted. He should have known that the blonde would surprise him again, after all, he always did. That was what made him so exciting.
He grinned and pushed against Draco’s chest. “O.K. lean back and..” But the lean man didn’t move, quite the opposite he pushed Harry down and straddled him, copying Harry’s movement from before.
“No, I don’t think so. I’m not one of your groupies, I’m not going to just lay back and spread my legs for you.” He was shocked at his own words and the crimson blush travelled nearly to his navel.
Harry laughed at the blonde’s miserable groan and the hand he put over his eyes in annoyance.
He put his hands on the slim waist and let his fingers caress the silky tissue, feasting on the picture Draco made. His cock hardened further and pictures of Malfoy spreading his legs, showing him his most intimate place in invitation crossed Harry’s mind and made him push his cock up against the other boy’s buttocks. He grinned at the boy’s embarrassed gasp.

“I rather like that idea.”
Draco sneered “You would. But it’s not going to happen. Tell me what to do,”
He became a little hesitant “Tell me what you like, how I can give you pleasure.”
Harry stunned for a few second just looking up at the flushed but determined features of his former enemy. Then he thought about it.
Draco needed control as much as Harry needed it.
Both of them had little of it in their childhood. Both had been used as pawns in this war and as punching bags by the adults in their lives. While Harry suspected that Draco could get a lot out of just letting his strict control go once, he also had to admit that his first time, forced upon him by their world’s new Lord probably wasn’t the right place for it. Draco needed to feel active, not like a sex doll or whore. Harry grinned.
He pulled his hands back and for a second he saw fear in the Slytherin’s eyes. But Potter only crossed his arms behind his head and grinned challengingly up at him.
“All right. I’m yours, do whatever you like to me.”
For a few moments there was silence and then the stunned boy said.
“I don’t know, I didn’t think..” He was so confused that Harry took pity on him.
“Hey, it’s supposed to be fun, don’t forget it again. Just do what would feel good to you. Touch me, enjoy yourself. I’ll let you know if I like or don’t like something. Pleasure yourself on my body, pleasure my body in the same way.”
To be true the new Dark Lord had no idea how long he would be able to stay still. He had the man he’d dreamed of for years above him, naked and obviously willing. He breathed deeply making the boy giggle softly as he rose with the movement.
Suddenly determination came over the blonde’s face and he leaned down.
Bringing his lips to Harry’s, initiating a kiss between them for the first time.


It started innocent enough. Just a pair of lips pressing against Harry’s mouth.
Then the agile little tongue he’d always cursed and admired at the same time licked over his bottom lip. The wizard lord let the breath he’d held go and opened his mouth to his lover. Hesitantly Draco’s tongue invaded his mouth.
Harry couldn’t stop his own reaction and began to play with the little invader.
Caressing the Slytherin’s tongue and then following it into Draco’s mouth, where he tasted the other boy though roughly. He had such an intriguing taste.
Like smoky vanilla, really strange but delicious.

Suddenly the mouth pulled away and Harry wanted to protest but the blonde went on to kiss Harry’s jaw, wandering down the neck, where he delivered a tentative lick in imitation of Harry’s move earlier.
The dark haired wizard moaned softly. Maybe lying back and letting himself be pleasured wasn’t all that bad. The Gryffindor had to grin, now he felt like a real Lord.
Draco had now arrived at the other man’s collar bone, following it with little kisses. He felt every hitch in Harry’s breath, sometimes a twitch of the other wizard’s erection against his backside. But he was not ready to turn his attention to that yet.
Though he needed to move this way he could not go further and to his surprise he’d like to do that. There was something immensely satisfying in knowing he could make the other man feel good. And also he found that hard to admit, but he liked the way Harry tasted. Salty and clean, with a musky tang.
O.k. so he had to move, Draco determined. He lifted his head from where he had kissed the bronze coloured skin of Harry’s shoulder and put his hands down beside Harry’s chest, lifting his upper body onto his knees and slid backwards, or tried to . But Harry’s now stiff erection dragged along his hole, his balls and cock making him moan loudly along with Harry’s groan.
When he was done with the effect full move he sat on the darker man’s thighs. Both of their erections in front of him, nearly touching.
The blond was out of breath and flushed furiously.
`Damn it, he couldn’t do this. This whole thing was too embarrassing!`
Draco’s head was bowed and his eyes closed.
“You do know, that if you stop now I will have to kill you?” Harry’s voice sounded casual but a bit huskier than he was used to. Draco’s head whipped up to look at his old nemesis.
The young man smiled or rather leered. It was scary, ridiculous and just what the Malfoy heir needed. “Your bedside manners suck Potter.” He grinned back.
Slowly loosing his embarrassment.
Harry chuckled “That’s not all that sucks. Your teasing sucks just as well and you should try that by the way, it is as satisfying to do it as to have it done.”
For a moment Draco was confused then he understood the double entendre.
And blushed again.
He groaned and closed his eyes “God Potter I hate you.”
The dark haired boy laughed and was quite satisfied with himself.
He’d found a way to get to the blond after all. And their verbal sparring was their way of communicating, it obviously relaxed Draco and took his mind of his self consciousness.
But he really did want the blond to go on. He’d done so good until his little stunt, and wasn’t that the move of a true natural. The boy was a wonderful tease and would be an amazing lover once he’d stopped being so unsure. Harry couldn’t wait to make him loose his fear and embarrassment.
“I love you too Draco dear and now go on.”
He sing songed drolly and pushed his hips up in encouragement.
Malfoy sneered and responded in a fake submissiveness “Yes my Lord. Whatever you want my Lord.” Harry couldn’t help it as his dick twitched at these words.
Not wanting to scare his lover he grinned cheekily.
“That’s the right attitude.”
Draco couldn’t hold his laugh back this time. He swatted Harry’s chest and said
“Bastard.” Harry himself laughed, finally this was how the boy should be.
“Nope, I assure you that my parents were married and I’m sure my mother was faithful.”
The blond groaned “Can’t you shut up?”
Harry grinned at finally getting an opening to get this back on the road
“Make me.” He challenged and true to form the Slytherin leaned up to kiss him, not hesitantly this time, but with more sureness and even a hint of desire that had caused through both of them at the intimate touch they had before their stop.
Their tongues battled for domination but Draco soon let Harry lead their play while his hands started to caress the sides of the wide chest under him.
Soon he pulled back and remembered what he’d wanted to do. Again he made a trace of kisses down Harry’s neck to the slightly furred chest. So unlike his own body that he was fascinated.
Dark bronze skin, with black curls, that were only a thin covering but more than Draco would ever find on himself. And then there were the nipples.
Dark brown, and somehow begging for attention. Who was Draco to deny them.
With that thought he licked over the left one, testing the water.
He grinned at the groan this elicited from his former adversary.
Maybe he wasn’t as hopeless as he’d thought. Following his feeling he enclosed the little nub in his mouth and let his tongue tickle it, than he sucked a bit and even graced it with his teeth shortly before going back to licking it.
Under him he felt Harry’s body tense and start to rock up into his own.
Draco then changed sides, not wanting to neglect the other obviously erogenous zone. Harry groaned again and his hands grabbed hard onto his pillow, not wanting to take the procedures back into his own hands in fear of scaring Draco again. But damn the boy was a fast learner.
Thankfully Draco then released his nipples to kiss his way down to the boy’s navel which he licked too.
A bad idea as Harry nearly bucked the other boy of the bad. Only the blonde’s reflexive tightening of his legs saved him and he looked down at Harry with a mischievous grin “Ticklish Harry?”
The Gryffindor frowned up at him. “I’m thankful for my riding lessons now, brooms never misbehave this way, horses do though, so I’m used to these turbulences.”
Harry gasped in outrage before a devious grin spread over his face “You know, if you want I can give you the ride of your life, just never forget who holds the reins.” And with that he pushed his erection into Draco’s groin, eliciting a moan himself. “Asshole” Draco gasped.
“Dito, now get on with it and leave my navel alone.”
The blond rolled his eyes and said while leaning back down “You’re such a bossy shit, I think this whole Lordship deal has already gotten to your head.”
But before Harry could answer Draco had found a new interest.
He let his fingers follow the dark treasure trail of hair on Harry’s abdomen. Stopping as he got to the other man’s pubic hair.
Ah, and there went his courage flying again. He’d wondered how long he’d be able to keep this up.
Unsure his eyes flickered up to gaze into emerald eyes that looked at him a bit hopefully, encouraging him to continue.
`He could do this`he told himself. Turning back down to the boy’s erection, for the first time really looking at it.
Harry’s dick surely was nothing to be ashamed of. It was wider and longer than Draco’s own, but that was to be expected of a man his size, the blond consoled his male ego. The cock was nearly fully erect and dark red.
Draco felt his own arousal deepen at the sight. So what he liked dicks, he was gay after all. For a moment the Slytherin had to admire Potter’s restraint.
The man didn’t push but just let Draco get over his hesitance.
That was worth a thank you, and Draco knew just what to do.
He let his left hand stray down and stoked his index finger from the base to the tip in a light teasing movement.

Harry gasped and bucked his hip. “God damn Draco stop teasing me like this.”
He groaned, and the boy felt encouraged but the husky demand.
He let his hand encircle the large organ and marvelled at the silky heat and firmness. It felt like his own but different at the same time. He tried a stroke upwards but somehow that didn’t work.
`Too dry` he thought, lifted his hand away to a grumbling protest of Harry but that was soon silenced as the dark haired wizard saw Draco lick his palm, wetting it and then the hand was back, blessedly slicked now. Again Draco stroked, relishing the groan he elicited in silent triumph.
He stroked the organ slowly and let his fingers trace the vein at the underside, riding out the bucking that followed easily, then he put the index finger of his right hand into his mouth and wetted it in a sucking move that had Harry moaning a breathless “Fuck” at the images that were conjured in his head.
Draco didn’t seem to notice, he was intent on learning his new toy.
He pulled the finger out of his mouth and let it slide over the tip of Harry’s cock, right where the little slit was and accompanied that move by a stroke of his hand.
Harry bucked up harshly, groaning “God, fuck Draco.”
`Not so different, form himself` the blond thought in satisfaction. And noticed absently that playing with the other man’s dick was arousing himself further.
He then let his finger glide down to Harry’s balls, stroking over the man’s balls curiously. The buck this time nearly dislocated him.
So he scooted down a bit, settling himself on Harry’s shins, which brought him eye to eye with the others cock.
`Well if he was there already` the Slytherin thought resolutely and bend down a bit more so that he could stuck out his tongue and swipe a small lick over the glistening tip of the erection. Pulling back hastily as Harry’s hips pushed up harshly. He sat back and contemplated the taste. He’d never even tried to taste himself, the thought had been disgusting to him. But the other wizard tasted, well not good but not bad either, salty kinda like the rest of him.

Suddenly the world spun and the next thing the blond could see were blazing eyes staring down at him with an intense fire


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