Wicked Game

“World was on fire and no one could save me but you. It’s strange what desire will make foolish people do.”
--H.I.M., Razorblade Romance, Wicked Game



Draco Malfoy sat in his room, thinking his morbid thoughts, and some not so morbid, as they trailed over to his father’s friend. For some reason, he could not get the man out of his head. Why he wasn’t sure, but the rippling muscles, the sweet smell of cologne, and those drowning eyes of blue kept swirling in his mind. When his father had told him to leave for his room, he wanted so badly to disobey his father, to stare at the godly beauty, let it sink into him, every aspect. Why the hell are you even thinking these things? he thought. What the hell happened to Blaise? Did he simply drop from this world? Is he no longer important? Have you moved on that quickly? Unfortunately, in a way he had. No, he didn’t look at anyone else in that way so what was so special about this Desir? Why was he making his head spin?

Draco Malfoy sat in his room, thinking his thoughts of confusion and torment. He rolled over, turning his back on the world. He turned his back on the world and was swept into another so that he did not realise it when his stalker entered the room. He didn’t sense Dominic Desir flow into the area until the beauty had placed a hand at the back of Draco’s neck. The boy gave a jump, looking for the surprise attacker when he heard a chuckle. It sent chills down his spine, and even something as simple as that made him harden. Draco felt his mouth go dry as he tried to say something, anything. Dominic’s chuckle resided as he asked,

“Are you always like this?” Malfoy shook his head. “I’m Dominic by the way. You already know my last name.” Finally, Draco found his voice.

“W-Who are you really?”

“Just as your father said – an old friend.”

“But you look so young,” Draco stuttered. “I’m guessing early twenties.”

“I have my secrets.” Then Dominic looked at Draco quizzically. “You don’t like older me, do you?”

“I do, but not that much older. I mean, they can’t look or act old. I mean . . .” What was happening? What the hell was he saying? He was telling things that had stayed in his heart to a stranger. The only other person that knew the information was Blaise Zabini. Blaise – what would he be saying right now? Draco felt like he was cheating on Zabini. But you broke up with him, Draco. You’re free to do what you wish. What if his father found out? That had never stopped you before. Tell me, do you really want to let this thing in front of you go? Well, what if wasn’t even gay? There’s only one way to find out. Next, Draco began to creep a hand forward, reach toward the angel. Dominic grabbed Malfoy’s wrist, a grin on his face, as he vocalised,

“Can I help you with something, Mr. Malfoy?” Then, Dom’s other hand fell on Draco’s knee, and it began to crawl up the boy’s thigh. Short, breathy gasps escaped Malfoy’s throat while he felt himself tighten. Dominic continued to hold Draco’s wrist while he moved upward with the other, and while all this was going on, Dominic pressed Malfoy against the bed, pressing his body into the male’s His hand continued toward the centre when it stopped. Draco laid on his back with Desir’s hand millimetres from his cock, the fingertips brushing the edge. He had released the wrist so that it flumped to the bed. Draco felt the man so close to him, the fingers so nimble, and he wished that Desir would take his shaft into the hand and rub it raw with pleasure. The 17 year old reached for the wrist that was near his member and clasped it tight, bringing it closer, when Dominic leaned over and pressed his lips to his. They were amazing! Dominic’s lips were a sheet of the finest silk straight from China itself. Malfoy’s eyes went wide as he dropped the wrist and wrapped his arms around Desir’s neck, yanking him closer to Draco as the latter lunged up to get more of the silk. He felt his tongue slip inside Desir’s mouth, wrapping around it. Dominic hovered over Malfoy as he fumbled with the button of the teenager’s jeans. After a few blind moments, the button finally popped out. Dominic wrenched the ends apart, causing the zipper to fall. He pulled away from the kiss and yanked down on the pants, exposing Draco’s undergarments.

Black silk boxers clashed with the pallid body, and a metallic silver dragon glistened in the light. Dominic fingered the foreign design embroidered in the right leg. His other hand danced along the top, teasing the boy. He licked around the rim, the tip of his tongue dipping into darkness as he heard the boy plead,

“Please, Dominic, please, stop teasing me.”

“As you wish,” the seducer replied, jerking down on the knickers, and he was there, in full view, quivering from anticipation. Dominic bent his body so that his face hung over Draco’s manhood. He leaned down, his tongue flicking out as it created long, glistening trails of saliva over the member. Draco shuddered underneath him in ecstasy. He felt the tongue trace over his ball sack, causing him to shudder even more as a gasp escaped his throat. Dominic’s mouth clamped over it and sucked the holder as Desir popped out his own button, unzipped his own jeans, and wiggles out of the tight fabric with the greatest of ease. Draco couldn’t see what had been hidden, because of the angle he was at, but even the thought of what hung there made him squirm with enjoyment. His ball sack fell back toward the bed as Desir released it, obviously tired of the lesser things. He wanted the giant treasure – one fit for a god – as he opened his mouth wide and filled the cavity with Draco’s art. His tongue swirled around the rod. Draco could feel Desir’s hands running along his bottom in gentle waves. He felt a couple of fingers run into his crack, playing along the opening. Saliva thickened to a sticky mess on his dick, Desir’s tongue playing seductive games, when his fingers plunged into the hole. Draco gave the smallest start, and he longed for Dominic to enter him with more than just fingers. He could feel the fingers curl inside of him, scraping the side. Draco shifted, determined to get the crawling, squirming fingers deeper inside of him when he felt his shaft start to slide out of Dominic’s maw. The performer then placed a velvet kiss on the head, looking down at Malfoy’s balls. He saw that they were lifted, ready to eject their succulent juices. He placed his free hand on the rod and chuckled,

“You are going to come so early? Are you that easily moved, or am I just that good?”

“You know it’s the latter,” Draco groaned in response. “Just don’t stop.” Dominic chuckled again at the boy’s eagerness as he ran a hand along Draco’s piece, and even that small touch made the boy shudder with anticipation. Dominic wrapped his hand around the member and stroked it up and down in harsh strokes, making sure the younger could feel the pleasure deep within. Up and down, faster as Draco’s breath accelerated to keep up with Dom’s quickening hand when it came. He came. Warm gushes spewed over Dominic’s hand yet the sex fiend did not pull away. He continued to squeeze and stroke the rod, determined to let out every drop of Malfoy’s sex. Dom hardened even more as the stickiness continued to flow. Finally, only a few drops came trickling out of Draco, leaving Desir satisfied. Next, Dom took his hand off the member and his other exited the hole. He looked down at the body, watched the energy drain from it, and flipped it over. He wasn’t done yet. He fingered the forest green t-shirt, his length fingers playing with the hem, when he ripped it apart. A jagged line appeared down the centre, and the sides gravitated toward the bed, leaving the back bare.

Dominic ran his manhood over the flesh and down the spine. He let Draco feel how ready, how willing, he was. He moved back up the spine, the head of him tickling the back of Malfoy’s neck. It crept over to the side, snaking over the shoulder so that Malfoy could view it. It was thick and meaty, about nine to eleven inches long. Maybe even tweleve. It was difficult to say at this angle. It was as tan as the rest of the body and smooth as any stripper’s. Not one bump or mishap gleamed on the perfection. It was a beauty beyond words. Draco felt his throat go dry as he watched it slide out of sight, felt it trail down his spine once again, but this time it continued downward over the hump of his ass. He could feel it playing along his crack as strong hands pulled him apart. Then, Dominic entered him. He entered him with all his ten inch dick, sliding all the way in until his pelvis was nestles against Draco’s bottom. Draconis Malfoy could feel Dominic thrusting against him, slow at first, easy, but within seconds the beast had quickened his pace, and Draco heard a low moan float into the room. It was him. His fingers convulsed as Desir dug in deeper. Black silk sheets scrunched into rippling mounds as his fist became tighter the longer Dom stayed within. Heavy pants came from behind him, and Draco could swear that Desir’s penis was thickening inside of him. But that wasn’t possible, was it? It had to be his imagination. Well, imagination or no, Draco knew one thing. This was easily the best he had for this Dominic Desir was a god. Draco was so ecstatic that he had gotten to know him, but he was also depressed for he knew it would not last, and he wanted the desirable thrusting to last forever.