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Adult ++
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5
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2
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Ch. 3
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CHAPTER THREE:
After that night by the lake, I don’t think I ever thought of Draco the same. There was something in his eyes. I dunno what it was, but it was more than magical. I don’t dare say it was love. Maybe just a deep desire. I really wish I knew. There’s never going to be a way to find out either, because that dick would never ruin his good name by telling poor old me what made him actually happy that night. We had sex nearly three times a week nearing our final weeks at Hogwarts. On occasion, it was more, and sometimes it was less…depending on our schedules. Once or twice, it wouldn’t happen because some stupid prefect would catch one of us, and we would have detention. Stupid. We should’ve been pro’s sneaking out every night. Of all the times we’ve fucked, it was never like that night by the lake. I swear, I dunno what it was about him, but he was different. Almost, and I stress the almost, that there was a slight potentiality that he might have actually sort of felt something with me. Not love necessarily. Well, it would never have been love, but, well, now I’m just repeating my damn thoughts. Sigh I wish there would’ve been more ways to have expressed myself to him besides a good fuck once in a while.
When we were still in school, we used to find different places to shag because doing it in one spot too often was risky. We did it in the prefects’ bathroom, in the library, the Room of Requirement, the locker rooms, and by the lake. Of course, the lake was by far our most favorite place. There was something we both enjoyed about having a good shag or two beneath the stars and moon near the calm waters lying in the grass. It was weird, but it was something we shared in common.
It has been six months since I’ve seen Draco. Since we graduated, I’ve come to stay at number 12 Grimmauld Place, while he’s off being his bad ass self becoming a Death Eater, if he’s not one already. I can’t say I think about him ALL the time, but I think about him more often than not. I always wonder if he’s forgotten me, or if he still wishes he could’ve stayed in touch. I dunno. I sometimes wish we could’ve had more than just fucks. Like, actually talking once in a while other than about having sex, or just cuddling afterwards. That would’ve been a nice change. He just would’ve never gone with it, which was fine. I guess that I got immune to my pain after a while, for just being with him at all was better than not. I regret not telling him how I really feel. I wish I could’ve had more balls to just go up to him and tell him that I love him. I was just so afraid that if I ‘d said that, he would’ve never spoken to me again, and I wouldn’t have been able to bear it.
I can’t help but remember the last thing he whispered to me at graduation when I walked past him to receive my diploma...
“Tonight, the usual spot at eleven.”
That was all he had said. And I had gone to the lake at eleven as planned, and sure enough, he was there. It was set up just like I had imagined. Draco standing in the moonlight, his face expressionless, and his cock ready to go. Sex with him never got old, or boring, but I just wish there could’ve actually been a “passion” or a “craze.” But, just like all the ones before, it was just a fuck. It was amazing, as usual, but I felt sadness when he spoke his final words to me before he departed.
“I dunno how long I’m going to be away from here, but I’m sure it’ll be a few months. I have a lot of training to do. But, mark me; I will be back to get some more ass. I’ve gotten kinda addicted to it,” he had said smirking at me. It wasn’t so much of a smirk, but an actual smile. Something you rarely saw from him. I remember nodding to him and acknowledging what he had said, but not wanting him to go. I always wondered whether he would ever really come back or if he just said that. So far, he hasn’t shown any remembrance of ever saying that, but who knows, maybe tomorrow he’ll end up on my doorstep ready for a blast from the past. All I can do is hope.
I haven’t kept track how long it’s been since I’ve seen that damn emerald-eyed beauty. It’s been too long, though. I miss my little sex god. His sex was better than any sex I had ever had. I hadn’t even bothered trying anyone new, since it’s just that obvious that no one would compare. Potter was everything. I think I’ll visit him tomorrow; it’s my day off, and I need to get fucking laid.
When Draco showed up at my door, I tried as hard as I could not to just jump into his arms and squeal like a girl and kiss him all over his face. I just smiled casually, and let him inside my house, which once used to be my Godfather’s, Sirius. He walked in, and commented here and there on how the place looked. He also criticized some things as well, but what more can you expect from a Malfoy?
I brought him a glass of water, he drank it, and then he set it on the table before feeling me up. The sensation from our past times crept up on me and set me on fire. The passion I had for him was present, but I just couldn’t show it. I just wanted everything from him right now. I wanted him to kiss me, touch me, lick me, tease me, bite me. I wanted him to devour me whole. And that’s exactly what he did.
My lips met with his, and we were off…just like old times. Our tongues encircled each other while our hands played a game of ‘lost and found’. We both took off our shirts and pants, and lay down on the kitchen table. The surface was not what I was used to, being used to the grass and all, but it didn’t matter because the only thing I cared about now was how I was going to get my cock inside him and quick. I already felt as though I were going to erupt like a volcano from not having fucked in months. I didn’t want to embarrass myself. Slowly, I turned him on his backside and I made my way into his entrance. He was just as perfect as I remember. I ended up coming inside his ass for the first time, and it felt damn good, sliding in and out between his soft butt cheeks. I had made him come, and sooner than not, he had me flipped on my back so that he could face me. We had never had sex like this, but somehow, the newness of it brought an erotic pleasure within me.
After I saw the pleasure in his eyes from turning him into a position we had never tried, I was a bit more relieved. I wasn’t sure if he would push me off or just turn around again, but he did neither. He let me be in control. I slowly began massaging the tip of his cock with my hand, and he simply put his hands behind his head enjoying every minute of it. Once I had my cock inside him, we were both moaning at one another, and he looked so fucking hot moaning at me. I had never seen his face while fucking him before now. I think he enjoyed it as much as I did because once or twice he grabbed my face and actually kissed me while fucking. He had never done that before. I pretended that I didn’t notice this change, and simply kept my groaning going along with my thrusts.
After we both came, I collapsed on top of him. We lay there still as the night air, naked, on top of one another. I could feel him breathing deeply and quickly, just as I was. Our bodies moved as one, and I felt almost sad knowing that this pleasure would only last a few more seconds. But to my surprise, Draco lay there for at least ten minutes. We ended up falling asleep, and then he awoke. He slowly rolled me off of him. I, however, did not wake. When I did, he had long been gone, but there was a piece of parchment on the table next to me. It read…
“That was amazing. I’ll be back for more. Draco.”
It made me cry just reading those words. I dunno why, but it just did. Somehow, there was meaning behind them, I knew there was. He was coming back again, and that made everything better right in that moment. He was coming back…coming back for me.
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He was so perfect lying there next to me. He was absolutely perfect. I didn’t want to go, but I knew I had to. I wanted to just stay there and fuck him all night long, but there was work to be done. I decided to leave him a note before I left, and I wrote…
“That was amazing. I’ll be back for more. Draco.”
There. Simple enough. Doesn’t sound too mushy, perfect. And with that, I walked out the door looking at the sleeping midnight locks that I so longed to touch once again. Soon, I thought. Soon.
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A/N: I hope that you are all enjoying this short but good story! :) Please review!
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CHAPTER THREE:
After that night by the lake, I don’t think I ever thought of Draco the same. There was something in his eyes. I dunno what it was, but it was more than magical. I don’t dare say it was love. Maybe just a deep desire. I really wish I knew. There’s never going to be a way to find out either, because that dick would never ruin his good name by telling poor old me what made him actually happy that night. We had sex nearly three times a week nearing our final weeks at Hogwarts. On occasion, it was more, and sometimes it was less…depending on our schedules. Once or twice, it wouldn’t happen because some stupid prefect would catch one of us, and we would have detention. Stupid. We should’ve been pro’s sneaking out every night. Of all the times we’ve fucked, it was never like that night by the lake. I swear, I dunno what it was about him, but he was different. Almost, and I stress the almost, that there was a slight potentiality that he might have actually sort of felt something with me. Not love necessarily. Well, it would never have been love, but, well, now I’m just repeating my damn thoughts. Sigh I wish there would’ve been more ways to have expressed myself to him besides a good fuck once in a while.
When we were still in school, we used to find different places to shag because doing it in one spot too often was risky. We did it in the prefects’ bathroom, in the library, the Room of Requirement, the locker rooms, and by the lake. Of course, the lake was by far our most favorite place. There was something we both enjoyed about having a good shag or two beneath the stars and moon near the calm waters lying in the grass. It was weird, but it was something we shared in common.
It has been six months since I’ve seen Draco. Since we graduated, I’ve come to stay at number 12 Grimmauld Place, while he’s off being his bad ass self becoming a Death Eater, if he’s not one already. I can’t say I think about him ALL the time, but I think about him more often than not. I always wonder if he’s forgotten me, or if he still wishes he could’ve stayed in touch. I dunno. I sometimes wish we could’ve had more than just fucks. Like, actually talking once in a while other than about having sex, or just cuddling afterwards. That would’ve been a nice change. He just would’ve never gone with it, which was fine. I guess that I got immune to my pain after a while, for just being with him at all was better than not. I regret not telling him how I really feel. I wish I could’ve had more balls to just go up to him and tell him that I love him. I was just so afraid that if I ‘d said that, he would’ve never spoken to me again, and I wouldn’t have been able to bear it.
I can’t help but remember the last thing he whispered to me at graduation when I walked past him to receive my diploma...
“Tonight, the usual spot at eleven.”
That was all he had said. And I had gone to the lake at eleven as planned, and sure enough, he was there. It was set up just like I had imagined. Draco standing in the moonlight, his face expressionless, and his cock ready to go. Sex with him never got old, or boring, but I just wish there could’ve actually been a “passion” or a “craze.” But, just like all the ones before, it was just a fuck. It was amazing, as usual, but I felt sadness when he spoke his final words to me before he departed.
“I dunno how long I’m going to be away from here, but I’m sure it’ll be a few months. I have a lot of training to do. But, mark me; I will be back to get some more ass. I’ve gotten kinda addicted to it,” he had said smirking at me. It wasn’t so much of a smirk, but an actual smile. Something you rarely saw from him. I remember nodding to him and acknowledging what he had said, but not wanting him to go. I always wondered whether he would ever really come back or if he just said that. So far, he hasn’t shown any remembrance of ever saying that, but who knows, maybe tomorrow he’ll end up on my doorstep ready for a blast from the past. All I can do is hope.
I haven’t kept track how long it’s been since I’ve seen that damn emerald-eyed beauty. It’s been too long, though. I miss my little sex god. His sex was better than any sex I had ever had. I hadn’t even bothered trying anyone new, since it’s just that obvious that no one would compare. Potter was everything. I think I’ll visit him tomorrow; it’s my day off, and I need to get fucking laid.
When Draco showed up at my door, I tried as hard as I could not to just jump into his arms and squeal like a girl and kiss him all over his face. I just smiled casually, and let him inside my house, which once used to be my Godfather’s, Sirius. He walked in, and commented here and there on how the place looked. He also criticized some things as well, but what more can you expect from a Malfoy?
I brought him a glass of water, he drank it, and then he set it on the table before feeling me up. The sensation from our past times crept up on me and set me on fire. The passion I had for him was present, but I just couldn’t show it. I just wanted everything from him right now. I wanted him to kiss me, touch me, lick me, tease me, bite me. I wanted him to devour me whole. And that’s exactly what he did.
My lips met with his, and we were off…just like old times. Our tongues encircled each other while our hands played a game of ‘lost and found’. We both took off our shirts and pants, and lay down on the kitchen table. The surface was not what I was used to, being used to the grass and all, but it didn’t matter because the only thing I cared about now was how I was going to get my cock inside him and quick. I already felt as though I were going to erupt like a volcano from not having fucked in months. I didn’t want to embarrass myself. Slowly, I turned him on his backside and I made my way into his entrance. He was just as perfect as I remember. I ended up coming inside his ass for the first time, and it felt damn good, sliding in and out between his soft butt cheeks. I had made him come, and sooner than not, he had me flipped on my back so that he could face me. We had never had sex like this, but somehow, the newness of it brought an erotic pleasure within me.
After I saw the pleasure in his eyes from turning him into a position we had never tried, I was a bit more relieved. I wasn’t sure if he would push me off or just turn around again, but he did neither. He let me be in control. I slowly began massaging the tip of his cock with my hand, and he simply put his hands behind his head enjoying every minute of it. Once I had my cock inside him, we were both moaning at one another, and he looked so fucking hot moaning at me. I had never seen his face while fucking him before now. I think he enjoyed it as much as I did because once or twice he grabbed my face and actually kissed me while fucking. He had never done that before. I pretended that I didn’t notice this change, and simply kept my groaning going along with my thrusts.
After we both came, I collapsed on top of him. We lay there still as the night air, naked, on top of one another. I could feel him breathing deeply and quickly, just as I was. Our bodies moved as one, and I felt almost sad knowing that this pleasure would only last a few more seconds. But to my surprise, Draco lay there for at least ten minutes. We ended up falling asleep, and then he awoke. He slowly rolled me off of him. I, however, did not wake. When I did, he had long been gone, but there was a piece of parchment on the table next to me. It read…
“That was amazing. I’ll be back for more. Draco.”
It made me cry just reading those words. I dunno why, but it just did. Somehow, there was meaning behind them, I knew there was. He was coming back again, and that made everything better right in that moment. He was coming back…coming back for me.
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He was so perfect lying there next to me. He was absolutely perfect. I didn’t want to go, but I knew I had to. I wanted to just stay there and fuck him all night long, but there was work to be done. I decided to leave him a note before I left, and I wrote…
“That was amazing. I’ll be back for more. Draco.”
There. Simple enough. Doesn’t sound too mushy, perfect. And with that, I walked out the door looking at the sleeping midnight locks that I so longed to touch once again. Soon, I thought. Soon.
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A/N: I hope that you are all enjoying this short but good story! :) Please review!