The Hogwarts Masquerade Ball

Draco cocked a brow. "I don't know, and I'm quite sure I don't honestly give a tinker's damn if they do or don't. Either way, it's not going to stop me from what I'm going to do next."

Oh, that was no longer rising, but truly and fully erect now, and throbbing. "Do what, Draco?"

And the lowering of a moist mouth on his arse was the only thing Harry could comprehend as his eyes glazed over and a ragged scream ripped from his lips.

"Oh...Draco..."

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Writhing. He was writhing underneath his mouth. He couldn't stop the smile from forming on his lips, didn't even care to try, honestly. All of that lovely golden skin-

"Hey!"

Harry raised his head weakly to turn and look into his lover's confused, slightly irritated eyes. "Gods, Draco, you're not stopping, are you?"

"How on the bloody earth are you tanned on your arse?"

Smirking, Harry huffed out a chuckle. "Draco, I'm draped over your lap with said arse in the air. Do you really care why I have a tan below the waist?"

Draco's eyebrow shot up to his hairline. "Not really, so long as you weren't laying about starkers in front of the Weasel." He leaned back down and bit that lovely, rosy cheek. Grinned at the hiss that came from Harry's talented mouth. Working his teeth side to side, he teased the flesh to a bright red tint, then eased his tongue out to sooth the heated skin. "Good merciful Merlin, Harry. I'm going to feast on you."

A low moan was the only response. Harry's body was shaking uncontrollably. A bright pink flush was twining with the gold of his skin, practically shimmering with need and desire. He felt that fever hot mouth close over him again, and he could not resist the urge to rub against the unbelievable, steaming wet pressure.

"You're absolutely incredible. Totally and completely the most delicious thing I've ever had the pleasure to devour." With this, Draco pushed a finger in and watched, with heavy eyes, as he disappeared in and out of his lover's body. He heard unintelligible words fly out of Harry's lips, low and wispy, and felt his body, and Harry's, lift until they were comfortably on the bed, with Draco behind him, laying between those strong, corded legs. He ran hands up those legs, fingers scraping lightly through the crisp black hairs. He saw the thin red lines his fingers left, and smiled in satisfaction. Marking Harry was a pleasure. One he planned on indulging in quite a bit. With that thought in mind, he brought his hand up, and swung it down playfully, leaving a blood red mark on his still tender arse.

"Back to the swats, then, Draco?" Harry whispered hoarsely. He couldn't even bring himself to lift his head from the bed. His entire body was weighted with intense pleasure.

"Oh, Harry, love, on a spankability scale of one to ten, you get eleven very firm swats." He smiled widely at Harry's muffled laugh, and moved silkily, sliding up that wonderfully firm body, to mouth sloppy kisses on the side of Harry's neck. The shivers that met his mouth only encouraged him as he suckled harder. At the jerking thrusts, he took mercy on his ragingly hard lover, and moved a hand down to the impossibly hot, rigid cock trapped between Harry and the smooth fabric on the bed. He felt a small gush of blood hot fluid on his hand and pulled his hand up to Harry's mouth. "You taste amazing. Would you like to see?"

Harry smiled and pulled the two wet fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean. He rolled over, carefully, beneath Draco and moved his legs up and around the blonde's waist. He pulled him down into a messy kiss, relishing the feel of Draco's mouth closing over his tongue, suckling it gently. He pulled back for a breath, and opened his eyes fully. "So, I suppose I'm forgiven, then? For my earlier transgressions?"

Draco sneered, without malice. "Hmmm, I suppose you're earning your way along." He licked his lips, watching those stunning green eyes follow the movement. He ran his smooth hands down that amazing chest, stopping to play with the taught skin of his nipples, sensitive and pulled firm around the silver hoops. Couldn't hold back a shuddering breath as Harry's eyes sqeezed shut and his nails scraped over the skin and metal. Returning his hands to their earlier proclivities, he pushed two moist fingers inside of Harry's arse, scissoring them, massaging him slowly. Felt that pressure-sensitive bump and rubbed tiny circles onto it. And felt the breath flood out of his chest at the completely open, raw look on his Gryffindor's face. Total and complete pleasure. Those eyes were open and searing him with their intensity.

Unable to resist any longer, he replaced his hand with his darkened cock, and pushed in past muscle and stunning heat. He felt Harry's close firmly around him, and groaned loudly. Fully seated, he leaned down and tore at Harry's mouth with his own with a violent kiss.

"Gods, what you do to me!"

Harry found words impossible, and merely moaned. He heard wisping hisses flow past his lips, and raised his head, pushing the wisps into Draco's rocking face as it loomed over him, excruciating pleasure rippling through each feature. As Draco surged within him, he felt the lightning hot strikes of ecstacy whipping down his spine, building up to explode between them in flame-hot gushes. He felt his body clamp down on the fullness inside of him, and could only watch as the blonde man above him released, trembling and gasping.

"Gods, I'm so bloody in love with you."


Outside the door, two ginger headed twins were elbowing each other back and forth for a better look through the wobbly edge of the door handle.

"Damn it, George, that-"

"-is hot as hell! Absolutely, can hardly-"

"-believe our little Harry is growing-"

"-up! Though, hardly-"

"little!"

Ten other people agreed, whole heartedly.

"A stallion, that one!"

"Built like a hippogr-"

"Gods, can't you lot stop! It's Harry! Our Harry, and that bloody git!" Ron whimpered, holding a trembling hand to his head.

"Oh, come on, Ron. It's not like you've never seen Harry naked before. And, the whole 'Slytherin' business has really lost it's newness."

Ron whirled around, shocked, to see Hermione smirking at him. And his brothers, the bloody wankers, were grinning up at her between peeks through the handle. Tossing traitors, they were!

"Oh oh! Everybody, look! I didn't know one person could actually come that much!"

Hermione stepped over Ron's passed-out form to get a look.

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