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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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11
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8,964
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17
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The Best Present of All
WARNING!! This will contain lots of HOT BOY ON BOY action, and if you don’t like it, then don’t read it. So there’s gonna be the normal M/M Slash, oral, HJ, anal, rim, etc. Warnings will be edited if anything changes. Just pay attention to them with each update, just in case. Thanks!
SUMMARY: After defeating Voldermort, Harry has a bit of nervous breakdown and leaves for what everyone thinks is short holiday. When Harry does come home, things have changed, and the one person in the world that he would never imagine vouching for him, is.
PAIRINGS: H/D, R/Hr, and maybe others.
A/N: Lemon. =)
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For this one time, one time
Let my body do what it feels
For just one time, one time
Let this fantasy become real
Cause I am not afraid to let you see this side of me
No I am not afraid to let you see this side of me
This side of me
This side of me
This side of me
Whoa ooh
“What?” Draco wasn’t sure if he’d heard right. Did Harry Potter just ask him to make love to him?
“Make love to me,” Harry repeated softly against the blonde’s lips.
Suddenly it was Draco’s mouth that was dry. His breath hitched as Harry let his hands trail a burning path down his torso. Harry’s mouth left tiny butterfly kisses all over Draco’s neck and jaw, working his way up to the blonde’s delicious mouth. Draco let his head fall back at the feel Harry’s sensual touch. Already his cock ached to be touched. It had been a long time since someone had touched him this way. He promised himself that Harry would be the only one to touch him like this, and now it was really happening.
Harry let his hands trail past the hem of the blonde’s shirt, and underneath so that he could run his them over taught skin and muscle. Draco whimpered as Harry’s cold hands mapped out every dip and bump that he could find. Soon enough the blonde’s shirt was gone from his body and reality crashed back to him. Draco sat up, swatting Harry’s hands away.
Harry looked confused for only a second until Draco grabbed him by the hand and led him to the bed. With a slim hand on Harry’s chest, Draco pushed him gently back to the edge of the bed, forcing the Gryffindor to sit. The raven haired man smirked in understanding as his soon-to-be lover straddled his lap, allowing their cocks to rub briefly.
Draco smirked at Harry’s strangled moan and rested his full body weight on his lap, their cocks crushed together. They both released wanton groans of pleasure as Draco wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck. He brought their lips together lazily as an erotic rhythm was set. It was slow, unrushed; it caused the already burning ache to raise a notch. Harry broke the kiss, gasping at a particularly angled thrust.
“Oh yes…feels…g-good…” Harry choked out, moaning as his blonde lover attacked the sensitive skin behind his ear. Harry thought he would suffer from sensory overload. The smell of Draco was intoxicating. The taste of him was bliss. The feel of his skin was addicting and he knew that he would love exploring its vastness again and again. The sounds they were making were driving him crazy with lust, and if he could somehow find a way to be here in Draco’s arms, and by the door watching at the same time, he was absolutely sure they made an erotic sight.
“Harry…scoot back,” asked the blonde in his ear, and he obeyed. He shifted so that he could rest his head on the lovely green pillows. He stretched out elegantly, raising his arms above his head, and crowed inwardly in victory as Draco’s eyes widened and darkened with lust.
“You look so amazing…d’you know that?” asked Draco as he climbed upon the bed and hovered over the Gryffindor. He did as Harry had done only minutes before and allowed his hands to traverse Harry’s slim torso, raising his shirt up and over his head. The sight that assaulted him almost made him cum right then and there.
A single silver hoop hung from Harry’s left nipple.
“Oh gods…” Draco groaned as he latched onto the hoop greedily. Harry worried his lip at the feel of Draco suckling and playing with the hoop in his nipple. He smiled as the memory of his trip to the piercing shop came back to him in a rush. Calvin didn’t want him to get it, but Harry insisted. Calvin had refused to even touch it, so Harry never got the chance to experience these feelings. The tingles rushing up and down his spin as Draco’s teeth and tongue pull at the hoop were so amazing they were making him dizzy.
“I didn’t know you got this…how does it feel?” asked Draco in between sucking on the nipple and playing with the hoop.
“Ah…good…bloody good…” Harry panted as his hands found their way back to Draco’s sweat coated skin.
“Draco…”
The blonde lifted his head up from his position at Harry’s nipple. His eyes landed on Harry’s and saw the torturous pleasure he was in. He licked a wet path from Harry’s chest up to his neck and then ultimately to his ear were he sucked on it lewdly, making Harry cry out. Draco’s hands were never idle, running the length of Harry’s chest and thighs and then back up again, over and over and never in the same pattern, driving Harry mad at the sensations.
“Please! Oh god…Draco…I need you…”
“Soon lover,” Draco whispered hotly in Harry’s ear, making the Gryffindor squirm in anticipation. “You know I want you so bad, Harry. I always have…” Draco ran his hands down Harry’s chest, stopping to tweak his un-pierced nipple. His mouth followed the path of his hands and when it reached Harry’s navel he plunged his tongue in and out of it suggestively, foreshadowing what was to come. (*wink*)
Draco’s hands reached the waistband of Harry’s pants and flicked the button open, smirking up the length of Harry’s body. He made a production for lowering the zip and Harry moaned in anticipation. At this rate Harry would be happy with Draco sucking him dry. It had been far too long for Harry, ever since the Obliviate incident with Calvin, and Harry wasn’t sure he could hold out.
“I want to taste you, Harry.”
“Yes! Please…something…anything!”
Harry’s begging was the straw that broke the camels back. Draco could no longer play around. He wanted to be inside Harry’s tight, hot heat. He ripped off Harry’s pants and flung them to the floor. His soon-to-be lover must have sensed his urgency, because his hands reached for Draco’s own zip and just as quickly rid the blonde of the rest of his clothes. Both were gloriously naked and incredibly hard. Draco kissed Harry sweetly before asking, “Ready?”
Harry nodded vigorously, already pushing the blonde down the length of his body. Draco chuckled and leveled his mouth with Harry’s leaking cock. He ghosted his lips over the tip, reveling Harry’s sharp gasp, and sunk the length completely into his mouth, sucking hard.
“Ah fuck! Draco! Oh gods…”
Harry’s hands fisted into Draco’s hair, and he tried to control the urge thrust into the hot, wet cavern. The blonde hummed around Harry’s cock and the Gryffindor nearly came right then and there.
“Guh—” he chocked, unable to produce a coherent sentence, “Fuck. Shit, Draco…Oooh so g-good…uuuhh..”
Draco let Harry’s cock slip from his mouth and instead moved to suckle on his lover’s swollen balls. He let a finger trace up and down Harry’s crack and, after having Harry suck on three of his fingers, slipped a digit into Harry’s puckered entrance. Harry moaned lustfully and thrust down on the slim finger.
Draco quickly added a second finger, then a third, and stretched Harry. He reached over to bedside table and grabbed the lube (that he put there himself. Did I say he was a presumptuous git?) and applied it liberally to his own achingly hard, leaking cock. He pressed the tip to Harry’s pucker, leaning forward to cover Harry’s body with his own.
“Ready?” he asked again, and the answer this time was Harry wrapping his legs around Draco’s waist tightly and thrusting onto the shaft to imbed it in him.
Harry had never felt so full. Draco began to thrust, slowly, allowing Harry to adjust. The sensation was amazing. After being celibate for so long, he was surprised that he’d lasted for so long.
“Draco…I’m not—Ah!—made of glass. You can—guh—” Harry tried to catch his breath before continuing, “You can fuck me. Harder. Please.”
Draco didn’t need any more encouragement. He pulled out to the tip and thrust in. Hard. And did it again. And again. Harry thought he’d never be able to walk again, but as Draco battered his sweet spot, the thought flew from his mind. He could only concentrate on one thing: Draco’s hot, hard cock plowing in and out of him.
Draco was in heaven. Pure and utter bliss. He’d waited so long for Harry, and now it was better then had ever imagined. His dreams would be forever shattered. His hands mapped out every inch of skin on Harry’s body while he continued his rhythmic thrusts, never once stopping as he flipped them over, allowing Harry to take control of their rhythm.
The new position caused Draco’s length to hit Harry’s prostrate at an all together different angle, almost making Harry black out at the spike of pleasure that coursed through him. Draco’s hands grasped at his hips and lifted Harry up and then back down. Harry got the feel of the rhythm and slid up and down on his own.
“Aah! Harry! Uuhh…gonna…cum…” moaned the blonde as his hips came up to meet Harry’s on every downward thrust. Harry lowered his body over Draco’s, their torsos sliding together as they strove for the ultimate end. Harry trembled as the beginnings of his orgasm washed over him.
“Yes! Cum for me, Draco. Ah! Ah fuck! C-cum…Cumming!” he shouted as his body stiffened and thick pearly ropes of cum shot from his cock.
Draco let out a frustrated groan at the sight of Harry in the throes of passion, and soon he too was cumming deep inside Harry, shouting his name until his lungs burned.
Completely and totally sated, Harry collapsed next Draco, using the last of his energy to pull the blankets out from under him and Draco (with Drake’s help, of course. He is a gentleman!) and over them. They spooned as they caught their breath’s; throats raw from shouting and hearts beating wildly. Without another word, they slipped into the world of sleep.
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A/N: TBC
Well tell me what you think. Oh and this hasn’t really been beta’d yet so if you find any glaring errors, just tell me. I’ll fix them as soon as I can.
Thanks to all of you that have reviewed. You guys are super awesome!
Until next time, I guess,
HarrynDraco’s_Melissa
SUMMARY: After defeating Voldermort, Harry has a bit of nervous breakdown and leaves for what everyone thinks is short holiday. When Harry does come home, things have changed, and the one person in the world that he would never imagine vouching for him, is.
PAIRINGS: H/D, R/Hr, and maybe others.
A/N: Lemon. =)
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For this one time, one time
Let my body do what it feels
For just one time, one time
Let this fantasy become real
Cause I am not afraid to let you see this side of me
No I am not afraid to let you see this side of me
This side of me
This side of me
This side of me
Whoa ooh
“What?” Draco wasn’t sure if he’d heard right. Did Harry Potter just ask him to make love to him?
“Make love to me,” Harry repeated softly against the blonde’s lips.
Suddenly it was Draco’s mouth that was dry. His breath hitched as Harry let his hands trail a burning path down his torso. Harry’s mouth left tiny butterfly kisses all over Draco’s neck and jaw, working his way up to the blonde’s delicious mouth. Draco let his head fall back at the feel Harry’s sensual touch. Already his cock ached to be touched. It had been a long time since someone had touched him this way. He promised himself that Harry would be the only one to touch him like this, and now it was really happening.
Harry let his hands trail past the hem of the blonde’s shirt, and underneath so that he could run his them over taught skin and muscle. Draco whimpered as Harry’s cold hands mapped out every dip and bump that he could find. Soon enough the blonde’s shirt was gone from his body and reality crashed back to him. Draco sat up, swatting Harry’s hands away.
Harry looked confused for only a second until Draco grabbed him by the hand and led him to the bed. With a slim hand on Harry’s chest, Draco pushed him gently back to the edge of the bed, forcing the Gryffindor to sit. The raven haired man smirked in understanding as his soon-to-be lover straddled his lap, allowing their cocks to rub briefly.
Draco smirked at Harry’s strangled moan and rested his full body weight on his lap, their cocks crushed together. They both released wanton groans of pleasure as Draco wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck. He brought their lips together lazily as an erotic rhythm was set. It was slow, unrushed; it caused the already burning ache to raise a notch. Harry broke the kiss, gasping at a particularly angled thrust.
“Oh yes…feels…g-good…” Harry choked out, moaning as his blonde lover attacked the sensitive skin behind his ear. Harry thought he would suffer from sensory overload. The smell of Draco was intoxicating. The taste of him was bliss. The feel of his skin was addicting and he knew that he would love exploring its vastness again and again. The sounds they were making were driving him crazy with lust, and if he could somehow find a way to be here in Draco’s arms, and by the door watching at the same time, he was absolutely sure they made an erotic sight.
“Harry…scoot back,” asked the blonde in his ear, and he obeyed. He shifted so that he could rest his head on the lovely green pillows. He stretched out elegantly, raising his arms above his head, and crowed inwardly in victory as Draco’s eyes widened and darkened with lust.
“You look so amazing…d’you know that?” asked Draco as he climbed upon the bed and hovered over the Gryffindor. He did as Harry had done only minutes before and allowed his hands to traverse Harry’s slim torso, raising his shirt up and over his head. The sight that assaulted him almost made him cum right then and there.
A single silver hoop hung from Harry’s left nipple.
“Oh gods…” Draco groaned as he latched onto the hoop greedily. Harry worried his lip at the feel of Draco suckling and playing with the hoop in his nipple. He smiled as the memory of his trip to the piercing shop came back to him in a rush. Calvin didn’t want him to get it, but Harry insisted. Calvin had refused to even touch it, so Harry never got the chance to experience these feelings. The tingles rushing up and down his spin as Draco’s teeth and tongue pull at the hoop were so amazing they were making him dizzy.
“I didn’t know you got this…how does it feel?” asked Draco in between sucking on the nipple and playing with the hoop.
“Ah…good…bloody good…” Harry panted as his hands found their way back to Draco’s sweat coated skin.
“Draco…”
The blonde lifted his head up from his position at Harry’s nipple. His eyes landed on Harry’s and saw the torturous pleasure he was in. He licked a wet path from Harry’s chest up to his neck and then ultimately to his ear were he sucked on it lewdly, making Harry cry out. Draco’s hands were never idle, running the length of Harry’s chest and thighs and then back up again, over and over and never in the same pattern, driving Harry mad at the sensations.
“Please! Oh god…Draco…I need you…”
“Soon lover,” Draco whispered hotly in Harry’s ear, making the Gryffindor squirm in anticipation. “You know I want you so bad, Harry. I always have…” Draco ran his hands down Harry’s chest, stopping to tweak his un-pierced nipple. His mouth followed the path of his hands and when it reached Harry’s navel he plunged his tongue in and out of it suggestively, foreshadowing what was to come. (*wink*)
Draco’s hands reached the waistband of Harry’s pants and flicked the button open, smirking up the length of Harry’s body. He made a production for lowering the zip and Harry moaned in anticipation. At this rate Harry would be happy with Draco sucking him dry. It had been far too long for Harry, ever since the Obliviate incident with Calvin, and Harry wasn’t sure he could hold out.
“I want to taste you, Harry.”
“Yes! Please…something…anything!”
Harry’s begging was the straw that broke the camels back. Draco could no longer play around. He wanted to be inside Harry’s tight, hot heat. He ripped off Harry’s pants and flung them to the floor. His soon-to-be lover must have sensed his urgency, because his hands reached for Draco’s own zip and just as quickly rid the blonde of the rest of his clothes. Both were gloriously naked and incredibly hard. Draco kissed Harry sweetly before asking, “Ready?”
Harry nodded vigorously, already pushing the blonde down the length of his body. Draco chuckled and leveled his mouth with Harry’s leaking cock. He ghosted his lips over the tip, reveling Harry’s sharp gasp, and sunk the length completely into his mouth, sucking hard.
“Ah fuck! Draco! Oh gods…”
Harry’s hands fisted into Draco’s hair, and he tried to control the urge thrust into the hot, wet cavern. The blonde hummed around Harry’s cock and the Gryffindor nearly came right then and there.
“Guh—” he chocked, unable to produce a coherent sentence, “Fuck. Shit, Draco…Oooh so g-good…uuuhh..”
Draco let Harry’s cock slip from his mouth and instead moved to suckle on his lover’s swollen balls. He let a finger trace up and down Harry’s crack and, after having Harry suck on three of his fingers, slipped a digit into Harry’s puckered entrance. Harry moaned lustfully and thrust down on the slim finger.
Draco quickly added a second finger, then a third, and stretched Harry. He reached over to bedside table and grabbed the lube (that he put there himself. Did I say he was a presumptuous git?) and applied it liberally to his own achingly hard, leaking cock. He pressed the tip to Harry’s pucker, leaning forward to cover Harry’s body with his own.
“Ready?” he asked again, and the answer this time was Harry wrapping his legs around Draco’s waist tightly and thrusting onto the shaft to imbed it in him.
Harry had never felt so full. Draco began to thrust, slowly, allowing Harry to adjust. The sensation was amazing. After being celibate for so long, he was surprised that he’d lasted for so long.
“Draco…I’m not—Ah!—made of glass. You can—guh—” Harry tried to catch his breath before continuing, “You can fuck me. Harder. Please.”
Draco didn’t need any more encouragement. He pulled out to the tip and thrust in. Hard. And did it again. And again. Harry thought he’d never be able to walk again, but as Draco battered his sweet spot, the thought flew from his mind. He could only concentrate on one thing: Draco’s hot, hard cock plowing in and out of him.
Draco was in heaven. Pure and utter bliss. He’d waited so long for Harry, and now it was better then had ever imagined. His dreams would be forever shattered. His hands mapped out every inch of skin on Harry’s body while he continued his rhythmic thrusts, never once stopping as he flipped them over, allowing Harry to take control of their rhythm.
The new position caused Draco’s length to hit Harry’s prostrate at an all together different angle, almost making Harry black out at the spike of pleasure that coursed through him. Draco’s hands grasped at his hips and lifted Harry up and then back down. Harry got the feel of the rhythm and slid up and down on his own.
“Aah! Harry! Uuhh…gonna…cum…” moaned the blonde as his hips came up to meet Harry’s on every downward thrust. Harry lowered his body over Draco’s, their torsos sliding together as they strove for the ultimate end. Harry trembled as the beginnings of his orgasm washed over him.
“Yes! Cum for me, Draco. Ah! Ah fuck! C-cum…Cumming!” he shouted as his body stiffened and thick pearly ropes of cum shot from his cock.
Draco let out a frustrated groan at the sight of Harry in the throes of passion, and soon he too was cumming deep inside Harry, shouting his name until his lungs burned.
Completely and totally sated, Harry collapsed next Draco, using the last of his energy to pull the blankets out from under him and Draco (with Drake’s help, of course. He is a gentleman!) and over them. They spooned as they caught their breath’s; throats raw from shouting and hearts beating wildly. Without another word, they slipped into the world of sleep.
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A/N: TBC
Well tell me what you think. Oh and this hasn’t really been beta’d yet so if you find any glaring errors, just tell me. I’ll fix them as soon as I can.
Thanks to all of you that have reviewed. You guys are super awesome!
Until next time, I guess,
HarrynDraco’s_Melissa