Literature, Smut, and Adult Themes

We are now in the middle of chapter 21, just after Harry has finished up his night of partying.

It was nearly one in the morning when Harry finally went up to the dormitory with Ron, Neville, Seamus and Dean. Before he pulled the curtains of his four-poster shut, Harry set his tiny model of the Hungarian Horntail on the table next to his bed, where it yawned, curled up and closed its eyes. Really, Harry thought, as he pulled the hangings on his four-poster closed, Hagrid had a point ... they were all right, really, Dragons ...

Having had a bit to drink, Harry was more than ready for sleep, when suddenly a pain formed in his stomach – not a bad one, mind you, but an unwelcome one. It was the pain of hunger, and Harry knew that he shouldn’t resist it.

Groggily, Harry pulled on a pair of jeans over his pyjama bottoms, threw on a button down shirt (without doing the buttons), and left the dormitory. Having heard from Fred and George where the kitchen was, he set his mind on a nice turkey sandwich and a glass of cranberry juice.

He was no sooner out the door and down a flight of steps when he was suddenly confronted by a figure dressed in black robes, of his height, with his hood pulled up. Instinctively, Harry reached for his wand...but it wasn’t there! He must have left it upstairs in his bedroom! He took a step back, intending to run back, when suddenly a voice called out,

“Harry!”

That was Draco’s voice! As Harry looked down, he saw the mysterious figure pull back his hood to reveal a head of nicely gelled and combed blonde hair – it was Draco Malfoy.

“Malfoy?”

“Please, I thought we were finally beyond surnames,” Draco tisked, shaking his head back and forth.

“We were, until you kneed me in the crotch and called me names,”

This seemed to shut Draco up for a moment, before he suddenly shrugged, put up his hands, and smiled, “y’know...you might want to consider the knee a compliment,”

“What the fuck?”

“I’ve never felt so good in my life, Harry, and I couldn’t contain myself,”

“Oh...” Harry now felt kind of bad,

“And I was childish to call you a pussy, but when you have something you enjoy so much destroyed, you tend to feel angry about it too, right?”

“Yeah...but still! You call me and my friends names all the time, you fucking hexed Hermione, and I haven’t gotten as angry as you have!”

“Listen, Harry,”

“Did you ever stop to think that I can get tired of all these mind games, of all the torments?” Harry asked, feeling a tiny tear form in his eye, “That no matter how much I may feel for you, that it can’t be all giving?”

Draco sighed deeply, “I’m sorry,”

“Good...and once we can stop this deception, it’ll all be better, and then we can date and be together like a normal...well, whatever we are!”

“You make it sound like it’s going to happen tomorrow – Harry, the Dark Lord is going to be a plague for years to come!”

“Well, if you can’t do it, I can’t either!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Draco asked, taking a few steps forwards to meet Harry on the steps. Draco’s eyes pierced through Harry, like only Dumbledore or Moody had done before, “What?”

“Draco...I can’t like you like this...not now...there’s so much spinning around right now, and I can’t cope. I feel like I’m suffocating,”

“I can help you – ” Draco leaned in and met Harry for a kiss; though Harry initially squirmed, he soon enough gave in and embraced Draco. They held themselves together for a minute, enjoying the simple, exquisite ecstasy of holding one another. Both had begun to get hard, and yet Harry pulled back.

“Listen, Ron and I just got over a fight, and I’ve got to plan for the Second Task, and ... can we just take a break for a bit?”

“What?” Draco asked, bewildered, letting go of Harry.

Harry took this opportunity for himself and slowly stepped back up the stairs, all the while facing Draco.

“I promise there’s nothing between me and Hermione, or anyone else, though,” Harry said, waving goodbye. Once he was at the top of the steps, he muttered the password and went back to his bed, leaving Draco alone in the dark.

Once in his bed, Harry realized three things: One, he was no longer hungry; Two, he was now hard as fuck; Three, he was glad he could leave Draco on good terms, and not have to worry about something going wrong tonight. He was tipsy, not drunk, but they still could have done something neither were ready for.

Unfortunately, he was alone, as all his roommates had since gone to bed, so he seized upon the opportunity and stripped off his clothes. He grabbed his hard on, and pumped furiously to the image of he and Draco kissing...it had felt so pure, so beautiful, so right...and he didn’t want to risk that. This sustained him to orgasm, and he shot a relatively substantial load all over his chest and stomach. He was now sweaty, seed covered, and breathing heavily, but he was not one thing: flaccid. For some strange reason – perhaps the alcohol, perhaps the encounter – he was still hard as before his release.

Teenage boys know that the only way to really deal with a hard on is to cum...but what happens when that fails? Well, then male genes kick in, and so the axiom “try, try again” came into effect, and so Harry gripped himself again, still shuddering from the shivers of his first orgasm.

This time, however, he needed something a little more...satisfying, so he went dirty in his thoughts. He had always wondered what it would be like to get a blow job, and suddenly he imagined Draco there, in his bed, naked, with his mouth just hovering over his straining erection. Oh yes, this would do, Harry thought, and so he closed his eyes and jerked away.

Unlike previous wanks, Harry had forgotten his silencio; he figured he didn’t need it, as his roommates were asleep. However, his first session had woken up Seamus, and the advent of his second invited the similarly-tasted individual to investigate the noise, and to rid himself of the erection that had begun.

Harry was just imagining Draco flicking his tongue across the slit of his cock, coaxing out the shy precum, when suddenly Seamus ripped back the curtains and peered in.

“Seamus!” Harry whispered as loudly as he could, “Close the curtains and get in here!”

More than willing to comply, Seamus, who was clad only in his pyjama bottoms – which were definitely now too small – jumped in and closed the curtains. He was treated now to the beautiful view of Harry naked, sprawled out on his bed, covered in his own ribbons of cum, jerking off; it was all he could do to stop himself from lubing up and fucking the boy right there. The alcohol, by the way, definitely did not dampen his mind’s dark desires.

“Mate, you really need to learn a silencing spell...it’ll help when you bring boys back here, when you don’t want to be disturbed,”

“Or, you could just not be nosy,” Harry countered with a smile; much to his delight, being so utterly naked and vulnerable before Seamus had only made him harder, and pushed him closer to orgasm.

“Meh...then I wouldn’t have any fun!” Seamus said, eyeing Harry’s nipples as his chest heaved up and down.

“Are you going to join or stare all night?” Harry asked, with firewhiskey fuelled bravado coursing through him. He wasn’t drunk...but if he had been sober, he might have thought against the idea...but, carpe diem!

“Fuck, mate, I’m ready,” Seamus grinned as he yanked off his pyjamas and took his cock in hand.

“Yo...where’s your hair?” Harry asked, eyeing Seamus’ privates.

“Shaved...sometimes, when I’m wanking, I catch a bit of my pubes in my fist, and pull them out...talk about a buzzkill,” Seamus said, shifting wanking duties from his left to his right hand, “plus, I think it feels better shaved,”

“Hmm...” Harry said, casually playing with his balls, “might try it,”

“Use a magical razor though...the muggle ones hurt!”

“K,” said Harry, “how long are you?”

“Uh,” Seamus said, rather taken aback – this was all so casual, calm, and relaxed...and he hadn’t really expected the third degree from Harry about sex; however, his cock definitely didn’t seem to mind, so he slowed his pace and answered, “I’m now five and three quarters,”

“Cool...I’m fucking shorter...but only for now!”

“It’ll grow, man, you just got to give it time,”

“True,” said Harry.

The two continued jerking off, both using each other for material without mentioning the fact. After a minute, Seamus piped up, feeling a little brave, “yo...if I, um, do something, will you do it for me?”

“What’s that?” asked Harry, running ideas through his mind – Seamus had jerked him off once before...and Harry couldn’t see a problem returning the favour.

“Can I, uh, er, uh...give you a ... well, uh, y’know,” Seamus flushed red

“Spit it out, man!” said Harry in a comical voice,

“Suck you off?” Seamus finally got out.

“Uh,” Harry said, stopping his wank...though his cock, libido, pubescent mind, and alcohol impaired brain said it would fun, some voice deep inside him told him that it would be a bad idea...something inside him wanted him to save it for Draco.

“Well?” asked Seamus, stopping his ministrations on his own cock,

“I was kind of hoping to save that for someone, you know, uh, special?” Harry said, trying to be casual, “Not that you’re not special...you’re an awesome friend...but, I mean, for someone I want to date?”

“But...we’re just pals, and pals do that sometimes...plus, it’ll train you so that you can give whoever you really love a terrific blow job!”

“I don’t know...it would feel wrong for me, and I’m feeling good as is...”

“Fine,” said Seamus, sulking a bit.

In jest, and also to make him feel better, Harry piped up with a new suggestion, “you can, er, dispose of the cum on my stomach for me, if you want?”

Harry was not prepared AT ALL for what came next – Seamus shot forwards, slid up Harry’s body to his collarbone, and began sucking off the copious amount of cum that had stained Harry’s slim torso. Leaving hickeys in his midst, Seamus moved down to his ribs, lapping up a puddle there, looking up at Harry in a suggestive way, before kissing his path down to Harry’s belly button and, then, waist. Knowing his bounds, once he left Harry clean, Seamus lifted his head up and was about to return to the other side of the bed when he breathed lightly on the tip of Harry’s cock, beckoning it to thrust up.

It took all of Harry’s not considerable will power to keep his hips from shooting up, but he couldn’t help a loud moan pour from his lips. Knowing that he had had the effect he wanted, Seamus contentedly leaned back and then lay back on the bed. Both were now side by side, though with their heads raised, jerking away. Thirty seconds later, Seamus was spraying his load onto his own stomach, cumming in one...two...three...four jets of hot white cum. Not giving a damn about the world, he let out a terrific moan of sheer pleasure, and then opened his eyes to see Harry shooting yet another copious load onto his stomach.

Two orgasms, for men anyways, takes a lot of energy, and yet Harry found a reserve pool in his body and crawled over to Seamus. He rubbed his own stomach into his sheets, vowing to clean the cum up tomorrow, and then found his way to Seamus’ softening cock and his heaving stomach. In an incredibly kinky move, Harry placed his hand on Seamus’ member, playing with the tip, as he gently tongued away the cum, savouring the salty taste on his tongue. He could feel the whisper of another erection from Seamus, and so stopped and pulled back. He lethargically righted himself in the bed, pulled the covers over him, and waved good night to Seamus who was erect again.

Sadly alone, Seamus grabbed his pyjamas with his left hand, took his cock in his right, and quickly stroked off again, cumming in a small pool at the foot of Harry’s bed. With what little energy he had left, he managed to collapse onto his bed, pull a decent amount of covering over his body, and fall asleep.

The next morning, the start of December, brought wind and sleet to Hogwarts.


That was a bit of smut, eh? Was that good, or bad, or not enough, or too much? As we move to the H/D stuff, I need to know what everyone thinks so I can make this the best story that it can be!
Please R/R!