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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
7,959
Reviews:
94
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Taking Things To The Next Level
The two men grappled on the mat, rolling back and forth, neither able to gain an advantage for long. But Draco finally ended up on top! Harry writhed underneath the ex-Slytherin, the mingled sweat on their bodies making them slipper. Draco had a firm grip on Harry’s ankle. He twisted, just a little, and Harry felt shocking pains shoot up his leg. Draco stood up, still holding Harry’s leg, and turned his back to Harry.
Harry didn’t even know what move would involve that, and didn’t much care. All he knew was that Draco’s perfect ass was within range of his free leg, and he planted the latter in the former, sending Draco sprawling to the mat.
Draco, his eyes flashing furiously, leaped to his feet and charged Harry—but Harry was ready. He grabbed at the onrushing Draco, twisted, and finished the throw Seamus had taught him while they were at Hogwarts. Draco landed in a collapsed heap in the corner, and Harry saw his hand reach toward his shoulder, as if he had hurt it in the fall.
Harry hesitated. Even if Draco had cheated on him, Harry didn’t want him badly hurt. He bent over and whispered, “Are you all right?”
Draco’s fist shot up and caught Harry right in the mouth!
As Harry staggered back, Draco climbed to his feet calmly and said, “Perfectly fine, thank you.” He leaped, his feet shooting forward, and they impacted with a double thud! onto Harry’s face and chest, sending the Man Who Lived flying into the corner.
Draco wasn’t finished yet. He hauled Harry to his feet and sent a pair of stinging jabs into Harry’s face, snapping his head back. A savage kick to the middle doubled Harry over, and, after securing a headlock, Draco charged across the ring and dropped, driving Harry’s face into the canvas!
Harry lay facedown on the mat, barely moving, his breath coming in harsh, gasping pants.
Draco stood over him, surveying his handiwork, and thoroughly approving—both of his handiwork and Harry’s battered body. The ex-Gryffindor’s lean muscularity was still a major turnon, and Harry’s magnificent ass, in those sweat-soaked red trunks, was framed nicely in the jockstrap underneath.
So why not get a better look?
With a sadistic grin, Draco grabbed the waistband of Harry’s trunks, and yanked them off in one fluid move.
THAT woke Harry up! Scarlet with embarrassment, he scrambled to his feet, now clad only in a jockstrap.
“My, Potter,” Draco taunted. “What a lovely bum you have!”
Harry didn’t even know what move would involve that, and didn’t much care. All he knew was that Draco’s perfect ass was within range of his free leg, and he planted the latter in the former, sending Draco sprawling to the mat.
Draco, his eyes flashing furiously, leaped to his feet and charged Harry—but Harry was ready. He grabbed at the onrushing Draco, twisted, and finished the throw Seamus had taught him while they were at Hogwarts. Draco landed in a collapsed heap in the corner, and Harry saw his hand reach toward his shoulder, as if he had hurt it in the fall.
Harry hesitated. Even if Draco had cheated on him, Harry didn’t want him badly hurt. He bent over and whispered, “Are you all right?”
Draco’s fist shot up and caught Harry right in the mouth!
As Harry staggered back, Draco climbed to his feet calmly and said, “Perfectly fine, thank you.” He leaped, his feet shooting forward, and they impacted with a double thud! onto Harry’s face and chest, sending the Man Who Lived flying into the corner.
Draco wasn’t finished yet. He hauled Harry to his feet and sent a pair of stinging jabs into Harry’s face, snapping his head back. A savage kick to the middle doubled Harry over, and, after securing a headlock, Draco charged across the ring and dropped, driving Harry’s face into the canvas!
Harry lay facedown on the mat, barely moving, his breath coming in harsh, gasping pants.
Draco stood over him, surveying his handiwork, and thoroughly approving—both of his handiwork and Harry’s battered body. The ex-Gryffindor’s lean muscularity was still a major turnon, and Harry’s magnificent ass, in those sweat-soaked red trunks, was framed nicely in the jockstrap underneath.
So why not get a better look?
With a sadistic grin, Draco grabbed the waistband of Harry’s trunks, and yanked them off in one fluid move.
THAT woke Harry up! Scarlet with embarrassment, he scrambled to his feet, now clad only in a jockstrap.
“My, Potter,” Draco taunted. “What a lovely bum you have!”