Look who's stalking

Harry took a shaky breath and climbed off , Severus’s cock sliding out with a wet pop, fluid dripping down Harry’s thigh as he wobbled towards Draco. Draco’s hands clenched, wanting to follow the path with his fingers, aching to feel Severus spunk stick and drag under his fingertips.

Harry stood proudly in front of him, he could smell the scent of sex pouring off his skin, the erection still firm and valiantly trying to stand as if it was drawn to Draco. Pulling at his restraints, desperate to touch or taste.

“Be a good boy," Harry admonished him gently with a teasing tone.

He moved closer, Draco hoped for a moment that he would feed his glorious cock to him but he didn’t, choosing instead to impale himself on Draco’s rock hard dripping length. His body nearly shutting down at the feeling of Harry clenched around him, muscles tightening and releasing. The heat from inside, the slick feel that made his heart beat faster at the knowledge that the way was being lubricated by Severus’ come.

Instead of moving , Harry just rocked gently back and forth, the tightness becoming more apparent on the rock forward as he stimulated that little nub of pleasure buried inside.

Draco lifted his hips to drive deeper into him, groaning at the mounting pleasure. He looked behind Harry, at Severus reclining against the head of the bed, slowly fisting his cock, that even now though he had only just come, seemed to be filling and lengthening at the sight before it.

Draco bit the inside of his cheek as Harry lifted himself until the tip of his erection was just perched inside, he looked into his eyes, smiling with a twinkle to rival Dumbledore’s and slowly, torturously lowered back down, until Draco could feel Harry’s ball resting on his abdomen, his own pushed up against Harry’s firm round cheeks.

“FUCK!” he exclaimed, earning a breathy laugh from Harry. The rich baritone of Severus’ echoing through the bed chamber. Harry leaned forward to purr in his ear.

“Good boy”

Harry continued his languid pace for what seemed hours, though it may have only been minutes. All sense of time had been erased, just touches, tastes and sensation being left in its wake.

Draco felt the pressure mounting even with the slow movements, frustrated at the ring binding his cock. Harry slammed down , harder this time starting to chase his own release. Draco thrust up on Harry’s downward move and was rewarded with a scream from Harry. Worried for a second until he saw the look of absolute pleasure on his face.

The pace picked up again, Draco’s eyes torn between taking in the expression of bliss on Harry’s face and watching Severus touch himself. The latter winning out for a fraction of a second, Severus sat forward, hand idle on his cock, eyes fixed on the events in front of him.

He wondered for a second, how it must look. The haughty untouchable Malfoy strapped to a chair while being fucked senseless by The Boy Who Lived. He almost laughed at the image, the laugh sticking in his throat when he realiZed how breathtaking it probably looked. His cock sliding fervently in and out of the reddening hole, someone else's come dripping down, soaking his balls.

Harry reached down to touch himself, fingers wrapping around his shaft, when a voice boomed.

“No!! You’ll come from his cock and nothing else .”

The hand pulled away though it had been burned, the bucking down increased in speed and intensity. Draco holding on for the ride, his pelvis starting to feel tender from the slapping of Harry’s on top of his. He wanted to come, the pressure still there and building rapidly, then it reached its crescendo. Balls tightened, fluid trapped behind the ring, all he could do was moan pitifully as he experienced his first dry orgasm. His moans triggering Harry’s release, a loud whimper followed by hot come, splashing across his chest and stomach. The muscles clenched almost painfully around Draco’s sensitive cock.

Harry slumped forward, struggling for breath, Draco could feel his heart pounding. Harry weakly lifted his head, a small exhausted smile aimed at him before he turned to Severus, who was still sporting a thick, solid erection and muttered.

“Your turn”