How Slytherins Thank Their Heroes

Harry reluctantly allowed his cock to slide from the enticing warmth of Zabini’s mouth. He lightly slapped it against the other boy’s cheek one last time, pausing only to admire the glistening trail of pre-cum that it left along his skin.

If Harry hadn’t thought he liked boys before that moment, the sight of Zabini’s abused hole, with Malfoy’s cum dribbling out of it, certainly convinced him. He reached out with both hands and placed them on the other boy’s arse. Using his thumbs, he slowly spread Zabini’s cheeks wide apart and watched, rapt, as the thick, white seed trickled out.

Fascinated, he traced round the edges of the loosened hole with a fingertip, eliciting desperate whimpers from his partner.

“Please,” Zabini groaned.

Harry took hold of his shaft with one and began sliding the tip of his cock teasingly along the other boy’s crack.

“Is this what you want?” he murmured huskily.

“Yes.” It came out as a desperate gasp.

“Then say it,” Harry growled, getting caught up in his own arousal. “Tell me what you want.”

By now, Malfoy had made his way round to kneel in front of his friend. He tugged sharply on the thick, black curls. “Tell Potter what you want, Blaise. That you want him to pound your arse and fill you with cum.”

Zabini groaned again, and Harry, too, had to stifle a moan at the image that Malfoy’s words created.

“I want you to fuck me. I want you to fill my tight arse with your thick cock.”

“Such a filthy mouth,” Harry mused as he allowed the tip of his cock to slide into the warm heat of Zabini’s anus.

“It’s about to get even filthier,” Malfoy commented as he gripped his now soft cock and guided it towards his friend’s mouth. “Clean me up, slut,” he instructed, slapping it onto his friend’s outstretched tongue.

Harry wasn’t sure whether he should be aroused or revolted by the sight of Zabini greedily suckling a cock that had so recently been pounding his rectum. But as he slid further into the tight heat of said rectum, he found he didn’t much care.

“That’s it,” Malfoy purred, encouraging his friend. “Work my cock with your hot little mouth.”

Harry slid the rest of the way into his partner with one slow, even stroke, until his balls were snug against smooth buttocks. He paused for a moment to simply enjoy the sensation of the tight muscles firmly gripping his shaft, sending waves of pleasure through his body.

“Good, Potter?” Malfoy enquired, a knowing smirk on his face.

“Fuck, yes,” Harry groaned, his hands gripping tightly onto Zabini’s hips as he began thrusting deeper.

As Harry set up a steady rhythm, Zabini rocked back into his thrusts, burying every inch of his cock deep inside him.

“You want more?” Harry asked, his voice thick with lust.

The reply was muffled as Malfoy’s cock was currently filling the other boy’s mouth. Taking that as a yes, Harry withdrew until only the tip of his erection remained in Zabini’s hole, and then slammed back in at speed. The force of the thrust caused him to scoot forward on the rug, and Malfoy moaned his approval as his cock buried itself in his friend’s throat.

“Harder, Potter,” he instructed. “Blaise loves to be fucked hard, like a good little slut.”

Harry grinned at Malfoy. “Is that so?” he asked, giving a particularly forceful thrust. The sound of his balls slapping against Zabini’s soft skin echoed through the room.

Harry stilled his movements, causing the other boy to whimper needily. “You like the feel of my cock buried deep inside you?” he asked. “The feel of it filling your greedy little hole?”

Malfoy buried his fingers tightly in his friend’s hair and forcibly tugged him away from the cock he was sucking slavishly.

“Answer him,” he instructed, and the forcefulness of his tone sent shivers of arousal through Harry’s body.

“Yes,” Zabini gasped.

“Yes what?” Harry demanded, bringing his right hand down in a smart slap against the rounded flesh of his partner’s buttocks.

“I love your cock in me. I want you to fuck me hard and shoot your cum deep inside me.”

More than satisfied with that reply, Harry slammed back in and resumed his punishing thrusts. “Such a good cock whore,” he grunted, whilst peppering Zabini’s cheeks with light slaps. “Your arse feels so good, so tight, swallowing my hard cock.”

Malfoy was watching him intently now, and Harry locked gazes with his blond nemesis as they both pumped into the willing body between them.

Harry leant forward slightly and wrapped his arms around his partner’s waist, wanting better leverage for the brutal thrusts he was now giving. His hand brushed against Zabini’s hard cock and he gave it a teasing stroke.

“You’re so hard for us. You just love this, don’t you, slut? Being used at both ends by a hard cock, just begging to be filled with our cum.”

One touch was all that it took to set off Zabini’s orgasm, and Harry quickly felt splashes of hot cum paint his hand. He gave the pulsing cock another tug.

“That’s it,” he purred. “Cum for us.”

Without thinking, Harry raised his hand to his lips and tentatively began licking it. Suddenly Malfoy’s hand was on his, pulling Harry’s hand towards his own mouth, where he proceeded to lick every last drop of cum off it.

The obvious relish with which Malfoy savoured the taste, along with the frantic pulsing in Zabini’s tight hole, was enough to push Harry to the brink. Resuming his vice-like grip on his partner, he gave several harsh jabs and then let out a cry of release as he felt his cum coat his partner’s tight channel.

When he was finally spent, Harry withdrew and, again, spread Zabini’s buttocks so that he could savour the sight of his gaping, cum-filled hole. With one last sharp spank, Harry sank onto the floor to regain his breath, and watched in fascination as Malfoy pushed his friend onto the floor and straddled his chest.

Harry couldn’t tear his gaze away from the sight of Malfoy fisting his own erection. The blond’s head was thrown back, his cheeks flushed and his eyes heavy lidded with arousal. Harry crawled closer, until he was only inches away from the other two, and without thought, began stroking his hand lightly along Malfoy’s pale thigh.

At his touch, Malfoy let out a low keening noise and began to spurt his come all over his friend’s face. Instinctively, Harry leant forward and began to trail his tongue over Zabini’s smooth skin, tasting the bitterness of the blond’s seed.

When he had finally done, Harry sat back on his haunches, a small trickle of cum on his lower lip, and gave a smug grin to Malfoy. This grin was swiftly wiped off his face when the blond hooked one hand round the back of his neck and tugged him forward, bringing their lips crashing together.

Somehow, to Harry, that kiss seemed even more erotic than what had gone before. The way that Malfoy’s tongue probed his mouth with sweeps of his slick tongue, doubtless tasting himself at the same time, just set Harry’s nerve endings on fire.

When he was finally released, Harry slumped back with a dazed expression on his face.

“I think we can safely say that you like boys too, Potter,” Malfoy teased, before giving a throaty chuckle.

Harry could only nod in agreement. The ability to form coherent sentences was long gone.