Night Flight
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
5,765
Reviews:
14
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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There's no way I could ever own the legend of Harry Potter. I am but a humble fan, seeking to amuse myself by toying with the genius creations of JK Rowling, profit-less and humble. (i.e. not my people/places/etc. and not making money from writi
Night Flight -- ch. 3
CHAPTER THREE
Harry drifted into the Slytherin common room after he whispered the password. He floated over a sofa in front of one of the fireplaces. Gently, Potter moved Draco off the broom and onto the sofa. He nipped at his own wrist, opening it quickly. He lapped at his own blood before he kissed Draco softly. He pressed his wrist to Draco’s mouth and groaned. Draco stirred and started sucking on Harry’s wrist hungrily.
After a few minutes, Harry pulled his wrist away from Draco’s mouth and kissed him instead. He felt Draco relax and Harry climbed on top of him. He ran his hand through Draco’s hair and kissed him harder. His teeth scraped against Draco’s lip, ripping it slightly. Draco winced, but Harry hardly noticed as he lapped at the blood seeping out of the wound.
Draco pushed Harry away and glared at him. “You’re a fool, Potter,” he growled quietly.
Harry stared at him with slightly widened eyes. Draco was hard as hell, and Harry knew what he wanted. “What?” he asked confused.
“Anyone could see us out here, you idiot,” Draco said with a smirk. “Come on; I have my own room. My roommate was killed during the war.”
Harry grinned and lifted Draco, throwing him over his shoulder. He Accio-ed his wand and the Firebolt and walked to Draco’s room. He knew where it was by instinct. He pushed the door open and threw Draco onto one of the beds.
“Potter, you better lock that bloody door,” Draco panted at Harry’s strength.
Harry waved his hand at the door, which flew shut and was laden in locking charms. Harry growled in the back of his throat and looked down at Draco.
“Now, where was I out there before you decided to use common sense,” he purred as he rubbed his hand over Draco’s thigh again.
The blond shivered and said, “Yeah, about there, except a bit higher.” He gasped as Potter grabbed him through his pants.
Harry leaned over Draco and unbuttoned his shirt with his teeth. He scraped his incisors over Draco’s nipple, smirking as Draco hissed and arched towards him. “You like that, Malfoy?” he growled into the chest.
Draco’s eyes crossed as he felt Harry’s nimble fingers working his pants off him. “How…do you know what I like? No one else…even…fuck, Potter!” he gasped as Harry bit his nipple. He knew the other wizard had drawn blood as he could feel Harry lapping at it like a kitten. “I haven’t been touched in so…” he groaned as Harry worked his boxers off, too. “So long, Potter, fuck!” he screamed as Harry grabbed his package.
Harry hissed, feeling feral, and grabbed Malfoy’s cock. Hard. He let go of the nipple when he felt Draco arch into his hand. He stuck one of his fingers in his mouth and soaked it in spit; then he ran it through the blood still pooling on Draco’s chest. He growled at Draco and spread his legs apart roughly.
“Oh Merlin, Potter,” Draco growled. He wanted it fast and hard, and all he could guess was that either his heartbeat was telling Harry that, or the black haired savior knew him better than either was willing to admit.
Harry circled Draco’s opening a few times, but he was impatient to ravish this blond beast. “You’re the only one who makes me feel so alive, Malfoy,” Harry hissed as he pushed his finger into Draco slowly. He growled quietly again as he felt Draco’s muscles squeeze his finger.
Draco pushed onto the finger and growled in response to Harry’s snarl. “Potter, if you don’t fuck me soon, I’m never going flying with you again,” he breathed. “And I’d hate to have to do that, because as reckless as you are out there, it thrills me.”
Harry growled and smirked at Draco. He glanced down, his eyes raking over the pale body quickly. They stopped as they landed on the rosy colored cock jutting up from soft blond curls.
“Oh, Malfoy,” Harry purred sarcastically. “I had no idea you felt this way about me.”
Draco glared and hissed, “Fuck me, vampire,” quietly. A minute later, he screamed as he felt Harry push into him. He gripped at the sheets as his back arched. He could feel Potter’s nails digging into his waist as he held Draco still, allowing him to adjust.
Harry slowly pulled back out of Draco, and then slammed his hips back into him. He heard Draco’s whimper and smirked gently. Leaning over the blond again, he licked off the blood still seeping from the tiny wound on Draco’s nipple. Harry purred and thrust harder into Draco. He was still being slow, even if he was being a bit rough.
Draco screamed as Harry pulled back a third time and slammed into his prostate. He dug his nails into Harry’s arms, his back arched off the bed and his eyes shut. Draco only had a few more seconds before Potter started fucking him in earnest.
The last thing either boy knew was that the other wizard was screaming in pure pleasure.
Harry drifted into the Slytherin common room after he whispered the password. He floated over a sofa in front of one of the fireplaces. Gently, Potter moved Draco off the broom and onto the sofa. He nipped at his own wrist, opening it quickly. He lapped at his own blood before he kissed Draco softly. He pressed his wrist to Draco’s mouth and groaned. Draco stirred and started sucking on Harry’s wrist hungrily.
After a few minutes, Harry pulled his wrist away from Draco’s mouth and kissed him instead. He felt Draco relax and Harry climbed on top of him. He ran his hand through Draco’s hair and kissed him harder. His teeth scraped against Draco’s lip, ripping it slightly. Draco winced, but Harry hardly noticed as he lapped at the blood seeping out of the wound.
Draco pushed Harry away and glared at him. “You’re a fool, Potter,” he growled quietly.
Harry stared at him with slightly widened eyes. Draco was hard as hell, and Harry knew what he wanted. “What?” he asked confused.
“Anyone could see us out here, you idiot,” Draco said with a smirk. “Come on; I have my own room. My roommate was killed during the war.”
Harry grinned and lifted Draco, throwing him over his shoulder. He Accio-ed his wand and the Firebolt and walked to Draco’s room. He knew where it was by instinct. He pushed the door open and threw Draco onto one of the beds.
“Potter, you better lock that bloody door,” Draco panted at Harry’s strength.
Harry waved his hand at the door, which flew shut and was laden in locking charms. Harry growled in the back of his throat and looked down at Draco.
“Now, where was I out there before you decided to use common sense,” he purred as he rubbed his hand over Draco’s thigh again.
The blond shivered and said, “Yeah, about there, except a bit higher.” He gasped as Potter grabbed him through his pants.
Harry leaned over Draco and unbuttoned his shirt with his teeth. He scraped his incisors over Draco’s nipple, smirking as Draco hissed and arched towards him. “You like that, Malfoy?” he growled into the chest.
Draco’s eyes crossed as he felt Harry’s nimble fingers working his pants off him. “How…do you know what I like? No one else…even…fuck, Potter!” he gasped as Harry bit his nipple. He knew the other wizard had drawn blood as he could feel Harry lapping at it like a kitten. “I haven’t been touched in so…” he groaned as Harry worked his boxers off, too. “So long, Potter, fuck!” he screamed as Harry grabbed his package.
Harry hissed, feeling feral, and grabbed Malfoy’s cock. Hard. He let go of the nipple when he felt Draco arch into his hand. He stuck one of his fingers in his mouth and soaked it in spit; then he ran it through the blood still pooling on Draco’s chest. He growled at Draco and spread his legs apart roughly.
“Oh Merlin, Potter,” Draco growled. He wanted it fast and hard, and all he could guess was that either his heartbeat was telling Harry that, or the black haired savior knew him better than either was willing to admit.
Harry circled Draco’s opening a few times, but he was impatient to ravish this blond beast. “You’re the only one who makes me feel so alive, Malfoy,” Harry hissed as he pushed his finger into Draco slowly. He growled quietly again as he felt Draco’s muscles squeeze his finger.
Draco pushed onto the finger and growled in response to Harry’s snarl. “Potter, if you don’t fuck me soon, I’m never going flying with you again,” he breathed. “And I’d hate to have to do that, because as reckless as you are out there, it thrills me.”
Harry growled and smirked at Draco. He glanced down, his eyes raking over the pale body quickly. They stopped as they landed on the rosy colored cock jutting up from soft blond curls.
“Oh, Malfoy,” Harry purred sarcastically. “I had no idea you felt this way about me.”
Draco glared and hissed, “Fuck me, vampire,” quietly. A minute later, he screamed as he felt Harry push into him. He gripped at the sheets as his back arched. He could feel Potter’s nails digging into his waist as he held Draco still, allowing him to adjust.
Harry slowly pulled back out of Draco, and then slammed his hips back into him. He heard Draco’s whimper and smirked gently. Leaning over the blond again, he licked off the blood still seeping from the tiny wound on Draco’s nipple. Harry purred and thrust harder into Draco. He was still being slow, even if he was being a bit rough.
Draco screamed as Harry pulled back a third time and slammed into his prostate. He dug his nails into Harry’s arms, his back arched off the bed and his eyes shut. Draco only had a few more seconds before Potter started fucking him in earnest.
The last thing either boy knew was that the other wizard was screaming in pure pleasure.