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Quidditch Games
Chapter Number/Total: 6/41
Chapter Title: Quidditch Games
Words: 2341 Words
Harry cheered along with the rest of his friends as he watched the red and green blurs streak past on the Quidditch pitch. He was happily observing the match between Gryffindor and Slytherin, and was quite proud to see that Gryffindor was in the lead. He couldn't help smiling smugly as the team he'd mostly trained played. They still played very well.
"Keep circling, Ginny!" Ron shouted from next to Harry. "Keep him on his toes!"
"Baddock, move it!" Draco shouted at the Slytherin Keeper.
Harry grinned at Draco, who was sitting on his other side. "Weird to be watching instead of playing?" he asked. "It's driving me mad. I want to get out there and do it myself."
Valen sat in Draco's lap, his back against his father's body. The baby was squealing along with everyone else.
Draco leaned over and whispered in his lover's ear. "I can think of several things I want to do," he said.
Harry raised an eyebrow, smiling. "And what would those be?" he asked.
"Well, there was the 'under the bleachers' scenario, and in the locker room. Just to name a few," Draco whispered, giving Harry's ear a lick.
Harry swallowed and took in a shaky breath. "You've also yet to be on your knees before me when I beat you in that Quidditch match," he said.
"I think you are mistaken in that outcome, my love," Draco purred. "Because I am going to catch that Snitch this time."
Draco's voice in Harry's ear was incredibly sexy and he was hardly even looking at the players on the pitch anymore. "Oh, we'll see," he said. "Which comes first?"
Valen squealed so loud that Draco winced and he saw one of the Slytherin team dodge a Bludger. The baby was literally bouncing up and down in his lap now. Draco laughed, smiling at the enthusiastic child. Then he leaned in again to Harry. "Maybe someone could hold him while we take a break under the stands?" he suggested.
Harry licked his lips and then leaned around Ron. "Hermione?" he said.
She looked over at him.
"We have to go do something. Watch Valen for a few?"
Her expression turned from questioning to knowing. She looked like she might want to say something sarcastic, but merely held out her hands.
Harry turned back to Draco and took Valen from him to hand to her, fighting the wide smile trying to break out on his face.
Draco kissed the top of his child's head and handed him over, getting to his feet and making his way down the row of seats.
Harry followed after Draco, probably looking like an excited puppy, but not really caring what anyone else thought.
Draco made his way down the stairs and under the stands. He was grinning as he did. Finally, he turned and leaned against one of the support beams, one eyebrow arched.
Harry took a moment to look at Draco Malfoy, his hair cut short again, standing all alone under the stands while the crowd roared above them. The picture was almost exactly like the one Harry'd imagined, only they were at Hogwarts instead of the World Cup, and Draco was even hotter.
"Well, Potter," Draco drawled. "What did you want with me?" He tried to make it sound like he would have in fifth year.
Harry's eyes glittered as he took a step toward Draco. "I wanted to ask you something," he said.
"What could you possibly ask me?" Draco drawled, hands on his hips.
Harry grinned, but not too widely. After all, he wasn't married to the man - boy - standing before him. "Well, you know it's going to be an interesting question. I am missing a Quidditch match."
"So am I, Potter," Draco snapped, doing his best to try not to smile. "So get on with whatever it was you wanted to say."
Harry smiled some more, a touch of amusement in it that he knew would have annoyed Draco. "Well," he began, "it's sort of a simple question, I suppose." He paused for a moment. "I heard you swing both ways. Is it true?"
"What in Merlin's name could you be prattling about?" Draco sneered, trying to look suspicious.
"Come now," Harry chided. "Are you telling me you don't know what I mean?"
"You can't possibly have any clue what you are asking about," Draco insisted.
Harry snorted. "I thought you were supposed to be one of the smart ones," he said, and he was as amused as he was aroused. "I'm asking if you like cock. I'm not really sure if I can make it any plainer than that."
Draco was very aroused and it was difficult not to reach out and grab Harry immediately. But this was a game he wanted play out. "And what's it to you, Potter?" he sneered.
Harry shrugged. "Answer me and I might tell you," he said.
"It's not a secret," Draco said, licking his lips. "I play a bit."
"Play a bit?" Harry repeated, eyeing Draco suggestively.
"So what's this about?" Draco insisted.
Harry let out a small sigh. "To be perfectly honest," he said, "I'm curious. And I've ... noticed some things about you."
Draco raised both eyebrows. "Such as?"
"You watch me," Harry answered. "Well, you've always done that, but I mean you watch me."
"Your ego is out of control," Draco snapped, heart beating fast as if this were really back then and he had been found out.
Harry's eyes narrowed. "Defensive, hmm? Now why would that be?"
"I should be back in the stands," Draco said quickly, pretending to push off the support like he was leaving.
"But you haven't even let me finish," Harry said, stepping in front of Draco so that he couldn't push off the support without touching him.
"Move, Potter," Draco hissed.
Harry leaned closer and placed his hands on the support beam on either side of Draco. "I said you didn't let me finish," he said, voice quieter now that he was closer.
Draco's eyes widened and his heart was thumping so loud he wondered if it could be heard over the cheers. He swallowed, eyes meeting Harry's, and he could feel the other man's magic prickling over his skin.
It was amazing to Harry how incredibly real these games always seemed. "I said I was curious," he continued. "And you said you play a bit, and if that means what I think it does, then it seems to me that we're pretty well-matched. Why do I ask you in particular? Because I know you watch me and I decided there was a pretty good chance you want me. Plus ..." he trailed off, his gaze lowering to Malfoy's ... Draco's mouth. He shook his head to clear it, surprising himself with thinking Draco's surname. He looked back up and met his eyes again.
Draco trembled and licked his lips. "Curious?" he asked, voice dropped deeper now. He could feel the other man's breath on his face. He felt the surge of desire, fear and longing that had been there for all those years and, unlike his former self, let it show in his face.
"Curious," Harry repeated even more quietly. He brought their faces a little closer. "You game?" he whispered.
"Yes," Draco whispered, grey eyes completely captivated by his lover.
Harry slowly brought his mouth to Draco's. He let his eyes fall shut and kissed him as if he'd never done so before. He didn't let their bodies touch, and his arms were trembling with the effort of keeping his weight resting against the beam rather than against Draco.
Draco gasped against those lips, their taste still intoxicating to him. Suddenly, his hands were sliding around Potter's waist and up his back, pulling the other man against his own body.
Harry added a slight flick of his tongue as he kissed Draco, bringing his own hands trailing down the beam to rest on the blond's hips.
Draco's tongue traced the inside of Harry's lips, while his hands slid over his back, one heading up into his hair.
Harry let out a small sound of pleasure and pushed Draco a little harder against the pillar, feeling the heat of their bodies pressed so tightly together. He began to slide his hand slowly forward, moving it towards the front of Draco's trousers.
Draco was so aroused that the slightest touch of Harry's hand made him moan into his mouth and grip his hair with his right hand.
Harry squeezed Draco's cock, rubbing him as he began to kiss more forcefully. The hand in his hair made his eyes roll back beneath his eyelids and he groaned.
Draco was pressed to the support beam and he could feel the vibrations of the people above, the sound of the crowd and the announcer -- all just adding to the intensity of the fantasy that it was fifth year and Harry was seducing him. He slid his silver hand down to squeeze Harry's arse and then thrust his hips against his hand.
Harry pulled back from the kiss, panting. He leant in and kissed Draco again, and then once again before he could stop himself enough to actually get a word out. "Let me suck you, please," he whispered, bringing his hand up and then sliding the tips of his fingers into Draco's trousers. He slid his cheek along Draco's and then moved down to nip at his jaw.
"Oh, Gods, yesss," Draco agreed. "Suck me, Potter."
Harry sucked and kissed Draco's skin, sliding his hand further inside the man's trousers and into his shorts to grasp his cock. "I'll suck you so hard," he promised, looking into Draco's eyes again as he pumped his hand as best he could. "Slide my mouth over you, lick you. Will you tell me if I'm doing it right?"
"Yes, Potter," Draco gasped. "On your knees, now."
Harry kissed Draco one last time before sinking to his knees in front of him. He took his hand out of Draco's trousers and used both to push and pull them down to his ankles, staring up at him as he did.
The sight of Harry on his knees was so arousing that Draco had to grip the beam for support. His cock was jutting out from fine blond hair. He was so aroused that the foreskin was already pulled back some.
Harry moved forward and kissed Draco's thigh, moaning softly as he gripped his straining erection, pulling the foreskin all the way back. He bought his mouth a few inches over and licked slowly up the length, then ran the soft, slightly sticky head over his open lips.
"Yesssss," Draco gasped, head falling back to rest against the beam.
"Mmm," Harry hummed, sliding his free hand around to grasp Draco's arse as he lowered his mouth, sucking up the moisture.
Draco gripped the beam with his silver hand now and reached his right hand to thread into Harry's thick hair again. "Yes, suck me, Potter," he gasped. "You were meant to suck my cock."
Harry took Draco further inside. He moaned in agreement, squeezing Draco's arse as he moved his mouth smoothly over him.
That warm wet mouth enclosed his cock and Draco moaned so loud that it was a good thing the crowd was still cheering.
Harry bobbed his head over Draco's cock, unable to take his eyes off him. He pulled away and licked back up the length, panting and flushed as he pumped his hand over the shaft. He sucked away the pre-come again, his own cock as hard as Draco's.
"Potter," Draco gasped, watching the other man and trying to decide if this game included more than the original fantasy.
Harry looked up at Draco, his mouth still over his length, but then pulled back, giving the head another lick. "Yes?" he asked, voice low and hoarse.
"How much do you want my cock?" Draco asked, trying for bravado, but his breathlessness got a bit in the way.
Harry swallowed and licked his lips. "Quite a lot," he answered after a moment, tempted to lick Draco yet again.
"You gonna suck me off, or do you want me to fuck you?" Draco asked.
Harry's breathing sped up as he stared at Draco. "I've never been fucked before," he said, his cock twitching.
Draco grinned at his kinky husband playing the virgin. "I think I will have you finish sucking me off now," he said, voice husky. "And then I will fuck you in the locker room after the game."
Harry groaned quietly. "I'm up for that," he said, and he was. Quite literally.
"So back to it, Potter," Draco demanded, pulling the other man's hair to urge him on.
Harry moved forward and brought his mouth down on Draco's cock again, using it to hide his delighted smirk. One hand he used on his husband, and the other he used to rub himself, so turned on that he wouldn't need anything more.
"Yes, wrap that beautiful mouth around my cock," Draco growled. "Suck it and use lots of tongue."
Harry grinned to himself, moaning deeply as he did as told. He sucked hard on Draco's cock and swirled his tongue around the ridge, using it against the underside as he moved forward.
"Yes, you are so hot, on your knees, sucking me," Draco continued, knowing the words would turn them both on even more.
Harry moaned again, pressing his hand against his own crotch as he sucked even harder on Draco's cock, panting with his efforts. He let out a loud groan from his chest as he came, faltering as pleasure flooded his body.
Fire flared over Draco, his head falling back and smacking into the pole even as he came inside his lover's mouth with a shout.
Harry continued sucking until he'd taken in every drop he possibly could. Then he gently pulled his mouth away, remaining on his knees as he pressed his forehead to Draco's leg.
"Fantastic!" Draco gasped, carding his fingers through Harry's hair.
Harry smiled, looking up at Draco again. "Very," he said with an eyebrow waggle.
Chapter Title: Quidditch Games
Words: 2341 Words
Harry cheered along with the rest of his friends as he watched the red and green blurs streak past on the Quidditch pitch. He was happily observing the match between Gryffindor and Slytherin, and was quite proud to see that Gryffindor was in the lead. He couldn't help smiling smugly as the team he'd mostly trained played. They still played very well.
"Keep circling, Ginny!" Ron shouted from next to Harry. "Keep him on his toes!"
"Baddock, move it!" Draco shouted at the Slytherin Keeper.
Harry grinned at Draco, who was sitting on his other side. "Weird to be watching instead of playing?" he asked. "It's driving me mad. I want to get out there and do it myself."
Valen sat in Draco's lap, his back against his father's body. The baby was squealing along with everyone else.
Draco leaned over and whispered in his lover's ear. "I can think of several things I want to do," he said.
Harry raised an eyebrow, smiling. "And what would those be?" he asked.
"Well, there was the 'under the bleachers' scenario, and in the locker room. Just to name a few," Draco whispered, giving Harry's ear a lick.
Harry swallowed and took in a shaky breath. "You've also yet to be on your knees before me when I beat you in that Quidditch match," he said.
"I think you are mistaken in that outcome, my love," Draco purred. "Because I am going to catch that Snitch this time."
Draco's voice in Harry's ear was incredibly sexy and he was hardly even looking at the players on the pitch anymore. "Oh, we'll see," he said. "Which comes first?"
Valen squealed so loud that Draco winced and he saw one of the Slytherin team dodge a Bludger. The baby was literally bouncing up and down in his lap now. Draco laughed, smiling at the enthusiastic child. Then he leaned in again to Harry. "Maybe someone could hold him while we take a break under the stands?" he suggested.
Harry licked his lips and then leaned around Ron. "Hermione?" he said.
She looked over at him.
"We have to go do something. Watch Valen for a few?"
Her expression turned from questioning to knowing. She looked like she might want to say something sarcastic, but merely held out her hands.
Harry turned back to Draco and took Valen from him to hand to her, fighting the wide smile trying to break out on his face.
Draco kissed the top of his child's head and handed him over, getting to his feet and making his way down the row of seats.
Harry followed after Draco, probably looking like an excited puppy, but not really caring what anyone else thought.
Draco made his way down the stairs and under the stands. He was grinning as he did. Finally, he turned and leaned against one of the support beams, one eyebrow arched.
Harry took a moment to look at Draco Malfoy, his hair cut short again, standing all alone under the stands while the crowd roared above them. The picture was almost exactly like the one Harry'd imagined, only they were at Hogwarts instead of the World Cup, and Draco was even hotter.
"Well, Potter," Draco drawled. "What did you want with me?" He tried to make it sound like he would have in fifth year.
Harry's eyes glittered as he took a step toward Draco. "I wanted to ask you something," he said.
"What could you possibly ask me?" Draco drawled, hands on his hips.
Harry grinned, but not too widely. After all, he wasn't married to the man - boy - standing before him. "Well, you know it's going to be an interesting question. I am missing a Quidditch match."
"So am I, Potter," Draco snapped, doing his best to try not to smile. "So get on with whatever it was you wanted to say."
Harry smiled some more, a touch of amusement in it that he knew would have annoyed Draco. "Well," he began, "it's sort of a simple question, I suppose." He paused for a moment. "I heard you swing both ways. Is it true?"
"What in Merlin's name could you be prattling about?" Draco sneered, trying to look suspicious.
"Come now," Harry chided. "Are you telling me you don't know what I mean?"
"You can't possibly have any clue what you are asking about," Draco insisted.
Harry snorted. "I thought you were supposed to be one of the smart ones," he said, and he was as amused as he was aroused. "I'm asking if you like cock. I'm not really sure if I can make it any plainer than that."
Draco was very aroused and it was difficult not to reach out and grab Harry immediately. But this was a game he wanted play out. "And what's it to you, Potter?" he sneered.
Harry shrugged. "Answer me and I might tell you," he said.
"It's not a secret," Draco said, licking his lips. "I play a bit."
"Play a bit?" Harry repeated, eyeing Draco suggestively.
"So what's this about?" Draco insisted.
Harry let out a small sigh. "To be perfectly honest," he said, "I'm curious. And I've ... noticed some things about you."
Draco raised both eyebrows. "Such as?"
"You watch me," Harry answered. "Well, you've always done that, but I mean you watch me."
"Your ego is out of control," Draco snapped, heart beating fast as if this were really back then and he had been found out.
Harry's eyes narrowed. "Defensive, hmm? Now why would that be?"
"I should be back in the stands," Draco said quickly, pretending to push off the support like he was leaving.
"But you haven't even let me finish," Harry said, stepping in front of Draco so that he couldn't push off the support without touching him.
"Move, Potter," Draco hissed.
Harry leaned closer and placed his hands on the support beam on either side of Draco. "I said you didn't let me finish," he said, voice quieter now that he was closer.
Draco's eyes widened and his heart was thumping so loud he wondered if it could be heard over the cheers. He swallowed, eyes meeting Harry's, and he could feel the other man's magic prickling over his skin.
It was amazing to Harry how incredibly real these games always seemed. "I said I was curious," he continued. "And you said you play a bit, and if that means what I think it does, then it seems to me that we're pretty well-matched. Why do I ask you in particular? Because I know you watch me and I decided there was a pretty good chance you want me. Plus ..." he trailed off, his gaze lowering to Malfoy's ... Draco's mouth. He shook his head to clear it, surprising himself with thinking Draco's surname. He looked back up and met his eyes again.
Draco trembled and licked his lips. "Curious?" he asked, voice dropped deeper now. He could feel the other man's breath on his face. He felt the surge of desire, fear and longing that had been there for all those years and, unlike his former self, let it show in his face.
"Curious," Harry repeated even more quietly. He brought their faces a little closer. "You game?" he whispered.
"Yes," Draco whispered, grey eyes completely captivated by his lover.
Harry slowly brought his mouth to Draco's. He let his eyes fall shut and kissed him as if he'd never done so before. He didn't let their bodies touch, and his arms were trembling with the effort of keeping his weight resting against the beam rather than against Draco.
Draco gasped against those lips, their taste still intoxicating to him. Suddenly, his hands were sliding around Potter's waist and up his back, pulling the other man against his own body.
Harry added a slight flick of his tongue as he kissed Draco, bringing his own hands trailing down the beam to rest on the blond's hips.
Draco's tongue traced the inside of Harry's lips, while his hands slid over his back, one heading up into his hair.
Harry let out a small sound of pleasure and pushed Draco a little harder against the pillar, feeling the heat of their bodies pressed so tightly together. He began to slide his hand slowly forward, moving it towards the front of Draco's trousers.
Draco was so aroused that the slightest touch of Harry's hand made him moan into his mouth and grip his hair with his right hand.
Harry squeezed Draco's cock, rubbing him as he began to kiss more forcefully. The hand in his hair made his eyes roll back beneath his eyelids and he groaned.
Draco was pressed to the support beam and he could feel the vibrations of the people above, the sound of the crowd and the announcer -- all just adding to the intensity of the fantasy that it was fifth year and Harry was seducing him. He slid his silver hand down to squeeze Harry's arse and then thrust his hips against his hand.
Harry pulled back from the kiss, panting. He leant in and kissed Draco again, and then once again before he could stop himself enough to actually get a word out. "Let me suck you, please," he whispered, bringing his hand up and then sliding the tips of his fingers into Draco's trousers. He slid his cheek along Draco's and then moved down to nip at his jaw.
"Oh, Gods, yesss," Draco agreed. "Suck me, Potter."
Harry sucked and kissed Draco's skin, sliding his hand further inside the man's trousers and into his shorts to grasp his cock. "I'll suck you so hard," he promised, looking into Draco's eyes again as he pumped his hand as best he could. "Slide my mouth over you, lick you. Will you tell me if I'm doing it right?"
"Yes, Potter," Draco gasped. "On your knees, now."
Harry kissed Draco one last time before sinking to his knees in front of him. He took his hand out of Draco's trousers and used both to push and pull them down to his ankles, staring up at him as he did.
The sight of Harry on his knees was so arousing that Draco had to grip the beam for support. His cock was jutting out from fine blond hair. He was so aroused that the foreskin was already pulled back some.
Harry moved forward and kissed Draco's thigh, moaning softly as he gripped his straining erection, pulling the foreskin all the way back. He bought his mouth a few inches over and licked slowly up the length, then ran the soft, slightly sticky head over his open lips.
"Yesssss," Draco gasped, head falling back to rest against the beam.
"Mmm," Harry hummed, sliding his free hand around to grasp Draco's arse as he lowered his mouth, sucking up the moisture.
Draco gripped the beam with his silver hand now and reached his right hand to thread into Harry's thick hair again. "Yes, suck me, Potter," he gasped. "You were meant to suck my cock."
Harry took Draco further inside. He moaned in agreement, squeezing Draco's arse as he moved his mouth smoothly over him.
That warm wet mouth enclosed his cock and Draco moaned so loud that it was a good thing the crowd was still cheering.
Harry bobbed his head over Draco's cock, unable to take his eyes off him. He pulled away and licked back up the length, panting and flushed as he pumped his hand over the shaft. He sucked away the pre-come again, his own cock as hard as Draco's.
"Potter," Draco gasped, watching the other man and trying to decide if this game included more than the original fantasy.
Harry looked up at Draco, his mouth still over his length, but then pulled back, giving the head another lick. "Yes?" he asked, voice low and hoarse.
"How much do you want my cock?" Draco asked, trying for bravado, but his breathlessness got a bit in the way.
Harry swallowed and licked his lips. "Quite a lot," he answered after a moment, tempted to lick Draco yet again.
"You gonna suck me off, or do you want me to fuck you?" Draco asked.
Harry's breathing sped up as he stared at Draco. "I've never been fucked before," he said, his cock twitching.
Draco grinned at his kinky husband playing the virgin. "I think I will have you finish sucking me off now," he said, voice husky. "And then I will fuck you in the locker room after the game."
Harry groaned quietly. "I'm up for that," he said, and he was. Quite literally.
"So back to it, Potter," Draco demanded, pulling the other man's hair to urge him on.
Harry moved forward and brought his mouth down on Draco's cock again, using it to hide his delighted smirk. One hand he used on his husband, and the other he used to rub himself, so turned on that he wouldn't need anything more.
"Yes, wrap that beautiful mouth around my cock," Draco growled. "Suck it and use lots of tongue."
Harry grinned to himself, moaning deeply as he did as told. He sucked hard on Draco's cock and swirled his tongue around the ridge, using it against the underside as he moved forward.
"Yes, you are so hot, on your knees, sucking me," Draco continued, knowing the words would turn them both on even more.
Harry moaned again, pressing his hand against his own crotch as he sucked even harder on Draco's cock, panting with his efforts. He let out a loud groan from his chest as he came, faltering as pleasure flooded his body.
Fire flared over Draco, his head falling back and smacking into the pole even as he came inside his lover's mouth with a shout.
Harry continued sucking until he'd taken in every drop he possibly could. Then he gently pulled his mouth away, remaining on his knees as he pressed his forehead to Draco's leg.
"Fantastic!" Draco gasped, carding his fingers through Harry's hair.
Harry smiled, looking up at Draco again. "Very," he said with an eyebrow waggle.