Voyeur

You wish he didn’t have to leave. But you know you both need to study. He magicked his pants off and was unable to bring them back. So you were nice and allowed him to borrow your invisibility cloak. Fortunately for him he didn’t do the same to his boxers. He would have frozen on the way back to the dungeons.

You decide to take a shower before studying. Maybe that will help you relax, or maybe a nice long soak in the tub. You decide to shower as you really don’t want to study all night, you’d rather just get it done with. You spend the next twenty minutes in the shower, letting the spray massage the tense muscles in your back. It’s the most relaxing sensatioell ell next to him massaging your back.

You are just settling down to study when your door whips open and slams shut. No one’s there, but you know who it is. It’s Draco. He’s breathing heavily and it takes a moment for him to catch his breath before he takes off the invisibility cloak. “Couldn’t resist my charms, could you, Malfoy?” you say, hoping to irk him even just a little.

He doesn’t respond to your badgering and instead starts rapidly mumbling something about Snape and the potions classroom. And did he say sex? You ask him to slow down and repeat himself. He ignores your request and instead attacks your mouth with his own. He’s kissing you like he did that first time. All lust and desire. You don’t complain and you kiss him back. He pulls away and you ask again what he was mumbling about when he walked in. He says he’ll tell you later, after he has you again.

He pushes you over to your bed. You fall back without him even trying to push you down. Soon he is straddling you and you can feel his erection pressing into your own cock. It doesn’t take long for the fervor of his kisses to travel down to your body, causing your erection to strain against his.

His kisses become sloppy as his hands explore your body. His kisses areer ser sloppy. You wonder what is fueling him. You wonder if something is wrong. But you give up that train of thought as his hand slides over your clothed erection. Soon he has magicked both your clothes off. You pray to Merlin that he didn’t magic them into oblivion like he did his pants. That was your favorite Weasley jumper. The one you got your first year at Christmas. You’re surprised it still fits, but you’re quite sure there’s some charm on it so that it always will.

His hand begins stroking your cock and you thrust into his ministrations. His mouth breaks away from yours and he begins kissing his way down your torso. You slide your hands through his fine blonde hair. You’re so happy he finally stopped cementing it to his skull with that horrendous gel. His mouth slowly makes its way to your cock and you feel his tongue flicker across the head. You bite back a moan, your back arching, your cock pushing against his mouth, begging for entrance. He soon grants you the pleasure of his mouth encasing your cock, but not before flicking his tongue across all your sensitive spots including the side of your thigh, about an inch or two from your pubic bone.

Your hands grip his hair tightly as he begins moving his mouth up and down your erection. His left hand playing with your balls and his right hand reaching up to tease your nipples. Your moaning increases and you’re so glad you didn’t bother taking down the silencing charms from earlier.

You’re about to come and he stops. You look at him angrily and he just smirks back up at you. You still have your hands in his hair and you try pushing him back down, but he won’t budge. His hand begins stroking your erection again and you come. He collects your semen in his hands and smears some on his erection. He then uses his semen-lubricated fingers to prepare you for his cock. “Draco,” you moan as his fingers find your prostate, your back arching in delight.

You feel his fingers pull out and you whimper at the loss of stimulation. He lifts your legs over his shoulders and then slowly enters you. Even though you’ve done this a million times he still enters you slowly. He begins thrusting, his speed increasing steadily as he finds your prostate with the head of his penis. You’re screaming his name each time he thrusts in. Your breathing is becoming ragged as is his.

You’re erect again and your cock is resting on his stomach. He reaches his hand down and begins jerking you off to the same rhythm that he is thrusting into you with. You feel him shudder above you and soon the same shudders are ripping through you. You feel him come into your arse and soon you’re coming on his chest. You stay frozen in this position for a moment before he pulls out. He lets your legs down and crawls up and lies down next to you. You wrap your arms around him.

“Can I stay the night?” he asks, his fingers snaking through your always-messy brown hair. You tell him he can, so long as he tells you what he tried to tell you when he came running into your room. This time his words are calm and well thought out. He tells you about Hermione’s detention and you chuckle quietly. He asks you what’s so funny. You tell him you saw the same thing two nights ago on your way to see him. He asks why you hadn’t told him this before. “There was no reason to. I didn’t stay to watch. I’m not a voyeur like you.” He playfully slaps your chest. You feign hurt and he kisses you where he hit you. The two of you lay there, curled in each other’s arms as sleep takes over.