PICTURE PERFECT

Chapter Six


“Are you sure about this Harry?” Draco asked, sitting beside him on the couch, in the Room of Requirement.

“It won’t be the same as it is with you. Are ‘you’ sure about this?” Harry countered.

“I think so. If it bothers me, I’ll stop you guys,” Draco said, leaning in to kiss Harry on the mouth. “Just imagine it’s my mouth your cock is in,” he quietly said, as he slipped his hand into the robe that Harry was wearing, “my tongue, dancing over your hardened cock,” he huskily added, licking Harry’s bottom lip.

Harry moaned into the kiss when Draco’s fingers tugged at the hoop in his nipple. He brought his hand up to Draco’s chest, sliding up to the back of his neck to pull him closer. Their mouths opened in the kiss, their tongues dueling for dominance.

Draco reluctantly pulled away from his lover’s addicting kiss, smiling against his lips when Harry tried to pull him back for more. “Work first, then play,” he huskily said.

“Slave driver,” Harry smirked, then stole a quick kiss before Draco got off the couch. He licked his lips when he saw that Draco was affected by the kiss as much as he was, by looking at the bulge at the front of Draco’s loose fitting jeans. “I can take care of that for you,” he suggestively said, getting up to follow his lover.

“Harry . . . Blaise will be here soon,” Draco grinned, shaking his head, as he tried to push Harry away.

“Come on Dray,” Harry pleaded, leaning in to nibble onto Draco’s neck, while unzipping his jeans. “I want to taste you,” he whispered by his ear, as his fingers wrapped around the blonde’s hardened length.

Draco leaned back on the stool, and hung on with the one hand, when Harry knelt in front of him. “Oh . . . gods . . . Harry,” he moaned, when Harry swiped his tongue against the head of his weeping cock. His head went back, his fingers tangled into Harry’s hair to pull him closer.

Blaise silently opened the door in case Draco was drawing, and was surprised to see Harry on his knees, sucking off Draco, and doing a good job of it, going by the sounds Draco was making. He held back a moan of his own, as he watched the two of them, then crept closer to take the camera from the table, and took a few steps back. He met Draco’s eye, and received a nod of consent to take the pictures.

He slowly walked around them as he took the pictures. Harry’s robe had slid open, and was hanging down off the one shoulder, revealing most of his body, including a very prominent erection. Harry’s hands were on Draco’s hips, as he eagerly bobbed his head up and down on Draco’s cock. Draco arched his back, with both hands gripping the stool, his shirt hanging open, showing the clenching of muscles on his stomach as he thrust into Harry’s mouth.

The two of them were incredibly hot to watch. He had seen Draco in the throes of passion before, but not like this. He zoomed in with the camera as the blonde threw his head back, crying out Harry’s name as he came.

Draco looked down to see that Harry was looking up at him, as he licked him clean. He gave a tug to Harry’s hair, to have him stand up, then wrapped his arms around his back. “Thank you,” he whispered against Harry’s wet lips.

“My pleasure,” Harry smiled, before giving a soft kiss to Draco’s mouth. “How long has Blaise been here?”

“Not long,” Draco replied, glancing over at Blaise who had just put the camera down. “You’re early Blaise.”

“Sorry,” Blaise grinned, not really looking sorry at all. “Got some incredible shots though.”

“You’re forgiven,” Draco smirked, then gently pushed Harry away. “Now, you need to take off your robe, and sit back on the couch for the next sitting,” he instructed.

Harry sat back on the couch after taking off his robe, smiling to himself when he saw Draco eye his very hard erection. “What would you like me to do as I sit here Dray?” He suggestively said.

“I want you to stroke yourself until your close to cumming,” Draco huskily said.

“And Blaise?” Harry asked, looking to the black haired Slytherin, as he wrapped his fingers around his cock.

“He’ll be joining you later,” Draco replied, already drawing the outline of Harry’s body.

Blaise took the camera that Draco handed to him, and began to take the pictures of Harry pleasuring himself. Harry then leaned his head back against the cushions of the couch, spreading his legs, as his fist pumped the hardened flesh. “You’re a lucky man, Draco,” he whispered beside Draco.

Draco’s hands were working rapidly on the drawing, planning on doing the detail and shading from the camera pictures. “ I know,” he replied, pausing to look at his lover on the couch.

Harry’s chest was heaving as his breathing grew more ragged. He heard the faint clicking of the camera, and the scratching of pencil against parchment. His strokes became more frenzied, knowing Draco was watching him. His other hand lay flat on his stomach, slowly sliding up to his chest, moaning out loud when he began to roll his ringed nipple between his fingers tips.

Draco heard Blaise’s breath hitch, then reached for the camera. “Your turn,” he whispered by Blaise’s ear. “I want you to strip and take him in your mouth until he cums, then make him hard again while you prepare him for me,” he instructed, smirking when Blaise practically tore his clothes off. “Remember, no penetration,” he warned.

Harry’s hand stilled on his cock when he heard the clothing being removed. He gripped the base of his cock to hold back his release. “Blaise . . . I don’t know how long I can last,” he hoarsely said, as he watched Blaise kneel between his legs.

“Doesn’t matter,” Blaise huskily replied, moving Harry’s hand off his cock to replace it with his own. “Put your leg over my shoulder Harry,” he whispered, then murmured a lubrication spell.

Harry felt the warm slick feeling inside of him, and moaned out loud when he felt a finger slowly ease inside, as his cock was surrounded by wet heat. His heel dug into Blaise’s back, keeping him close. “Fuck . . . more,” he panted, spreading his legs more.

As soon as Blaise knelt between Harry’s legs, Draco quickly put a fresh sheet of paper on his easel and began to feverishly draw, stopping periodically to snap a picture or two. After doing the basic outline of the drawing, he put his pencil down and used the camera instead.

Blaise moved his mouth whorishly up and down Harry’s length, as he thrust his fingers inside, over and over again. Harry’s thrusts up into his mouth became shaky and deep, his breathing erratic. He felt Harry grip the back of his head, and moaned around the pulsing shaft as he swallowed all that Harry gave him.

Harry slipped his leg down off of Blaise’s shoulder, then pulled him up, as he leaned forward to ravish Blaise’s lips in a heated kiss. He broke away from the kiss and tugged the back of Blaise’s hair to arch his neck back, then began to nibble the skin as he guided him onto the floor. He kneeled over him, his hands gliding down his chest, waist, then hips, with his lips and teeth leaving a path down to the Slytherin’s nipples.

Draco kept taking pictures, burying the faint twinge of jealousy that flared up when the two of them kissed. He knew he was going to be busy drawing, just from the pictures that were taken today. He already had quite a few pictures of Harry from the previous weeks that he charmed so that only he and Harry could see them. He didn’t want anyone else to see them, not to mention the wizarding magazines that would love to see their savior in various nude photographs. He was careful to hide the face, or put extra markings or tattoos on the body when he drew Harry.

Harry could tell that Blaise was about to explode as he tugged and sucked on the nipples. He looked up and saw that Blaise was looking down at him, his eyes glazed with desire. Harry began to lick and kiss lower, smiling against the twitching abdominal muscles before circling his tongue around the navel. He turned his head to look at Draco who was still taking pictures. “I need you Dray,” he huskily said, his eyes burning with need.

Draco put the camera down, then shrugged his open shirt off of his shoulders, never breaking his gaze from Harry’s. He quickly rid himself of his jeans, before joining his lover and his best friend on the floor, while Harry nibbled his way down Blaise’s body.

Draco stroked his cock as he kneeled behind Harry, his hand caressing his lover’s lower back. He glided the head of his cock up and down the crevice, teasing Harry’s slick entrance.

“Please . . . Dray,” Harry pleaded, lowering his head as he stroked Blaise’s length.

Draco slowly pushed into the welcoming, slick tightness. Once buried deep inside, he knelt back on his heels, pulling Harry up against his chest. His hand slid up Harry’s chest, to his neck as he leaned into claim Harry’s lips in a possessive kiss.

Blaise laid back, reaching down to grip the base of his cock to hold back his release, as he watched the two lovers. He could clearly see the depth of Draco’s, and Harry’s feelings in their tender kisses, and possessive caresses. He felt very lucky to witness the two of them together, and be a part of their union for a short time.

Harry loved the feel of Draco deep inside of him, making him feel complete and full. He drew away from the kiss, and leaned his head back on Draco’s shoulder, as he pushed back against him. Hands were gliding down his sides, to his waist, the thumbs giving a slight pressure for him to bend down over Blaise again. A loud moan escaped from his lips when Draco pulled back, then slammed back in, making him hold onto Blaise’s hips for support. Draco continued the slow withdrawal and quick thrusts, while Harry leaned down to get his first taste of Blaise’s cock.

Blaise kept his fist wrapped around the base of his cock, as Harry began to swirl his tongue around the head, the moaning from Harry vibrating down his length, urging his orgasm out of him. “Gods . . . more,” he panted, when Harry slipped the head in his mouth.

“Take him in deeper, Harry,” Draco growled, as he quickened his thrusts.

Blaise moaned and took his hand off his cock to grip Harry’s shoulders, as he thrust up deeper into his mouth. His breath hitched in surprise, when he felt the head of his cock hit the back of Harry’s throat, the throat muscles relaxing to take him in.

Harry slowly slid his lips up, sweeping his tongue around the hardened flesh, before plunging back down again to take him deep down his throat. He started to move his mouth faster up and down on Blaise’s cock, in pace with the frenzied thrusts that Draco set from behind him.

Blaise came with a growl as he erupted into Harry’s mouth, the suction around his cock milking him dry. He looked up when he felt Harry draw away from him, to see that Draco had pulled Harry back up, his hands on Harry’s hips, as he pulled him down to meet his driving thrusts. He shifted around and eagerly took Harry’s cock into his mouth.

“Oh . . . gods,” Harry moaned, looking down when he felt wet heat surrounding his cock. He closed his eyes as he leaned his head back on Draco’s shoulder, gripping Draco’s hand on his hip as his orgasm ripped out of him.

Draco felt the tight channel constrict around his cock when Harry climaxed, then thrust up as he held Harry’s hips down, unloading hard and fast, spilling himself until he was totally empty and spent. He leaned his forehead on Harry’s shoulder as he held him close, his hand resting over Harry’s heaving chest.

Harry slowly raised himself until Draco slipped out of him. “You okay Blaise?” He smirked, looking down at the debauched Slytherin.

“Will be,” Blaise tiredly grinned, looking up at the two of them.


The three of them got to their feet, spelled themselves clean, then dressed. While Harry was looking through some of the drawings, Draco led Blaise to the door. “Thanks Blaise,” he quietly said, embracing his long time friend.

“Thank ‘you’,” Blaise grinned. “You really care for him don’t you? It’s not just a crush, is it?”

“No, it isn’t Blaise. I’ve gotten to know him a little better . . . and not just his body. He’s warm, caring, funny . . . and . . . I’m in love with him,” Draco smiled.

“I’m happy for you, Dray,” Blaise smiled, kissing Draco’s cheek. “When are you setting up the next sitting with you and Harry?”

“Next Saturday, I think. I would like you to use a disillusionment spell so we can’t see you. It will be in here again, and will probably be the last sitting. I have enough pictures for two shows already, but I want some with just Harry and me in them.”

“I’ll be here,” Blaise nodded, then met Harry’s gaze. “See you later Harry . . . and thanks,” he cheekily added, as Harry walked towards them, wearing the robe again.

Harry shook his head in amusement after Blaise left the room, then drew the unresisting blonde into his arms. “Do you want to stay here tonight?” He quietly asked by Draco’s ear. “Listen to music, relax, and just snuggle?”

“Snuggle?” Draco laughed, putting his arms around Harry’s back.

“Yeah,” Harry grinned, “I want to just hold you, and be with you. I know you’ll be busy after tonight, so I figure I should enjoy what I can get, now,” he added, leading Draco to the couch.

Draco gave Harry a quick kiss, then pulled back to will the Room of Requirement to start the soft music, and enlarge the couch, while Harry transfigured his robe to a pair of pajama bottoms and a tank top. Draco did the same to be more comfortable, then reclined back into the corner of the couch, holding out his arms to Harry.

Harry smiled, then gladly crawled over Draco’s legs to snuggle into his side. He pulled the blanket over their lower bodies and lay his head on Draco’s chest, sighing when he felt Draco’s fingers comb through his hair. “Why did we wait so long, Draco?” He softly asked.

“I guess, we needed to grow up first,” Draco replied. “I spent so many years under my father’s thumb, it was hard to get out and be the person I wanted to be.”

“And your mum? How was she when you were growing up?” Harry asked.

“Mother, is my best friend, especially since father died,” Draco smiled. “She’s the one that encouraged my little hobby, when father tried to discourage me from it. He never did find the room my mother and the elves magicked next to my room.”

“She sounds great, Draco,” Harry said, covering his mouth as he yawned.

“She is,” Draco sighed.

Harry reached up and kissed the side of Draco’s neck, and slipped his hand around his waist. “I’m glad you grew up, Dray,” he quietly said, before drifting off to sleep in Draco’s arms.

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