The Things You Do That Turn Me On
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult +
Chapters:
1
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2,907
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3
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The Things You Do That Turn Me On
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended
This is dedicated a special friend who's full of wonderful ideas and heart. Love ya sweetie.
The Things You Do That Turn Me On
He sat across from me for the last six long years and tormented me.
This year was going to be different. I made the decision to make the changes first if that’s what it took.
I have watched him and can tell you just by looking at him his mood, no matter how hard he tries to disguise it. I have seen him at his best and worst. I wonder if he’s studied me like I have him? I didn’t realize watchiim cim could be a whole class by itself. We could have called it Observance 1-6 and I would have aced those classes.
Today’s lessons would have been easy to complete. “List in a story form all the things he does that turns you on.” How long did this have to be? I might have too much material here
This is one of those projects that you didn’t mind doing as long as your friends didn’t find out about, and one I would enjoy. Where do I start?
The Things Draco Malfoy Does That Turn Me On
By Harry Potter
To begin with, he is just the perfect specimen of male human anatomy I have ever been privileged to look upon. The way his body is put together must have caused a riot amongst the gods when they were bringing him to form. It’s apparent that they took great care in it too. Have you ever noticed the way he just glides through the halls and the way he becomes one with his broom?
Let me see where to start writing down particulars.
Let’s start at the bottom and go up.
His feet. I got a glimpse of them one time as he was finishing getting dressed after a practice. High arches, sloped tops and toes that were made for sucking on. I know both of us would enjoy that. I watched him curl his toes and mine curled in response. I wonder what I would have to do to make them curl and him scream at the same time? I’ll have to look into that.
Up his long, strong shins and calves. They are tempting by themselves and lead to ideas of licking and kissing my way up them slowly.
His knees. One can only guess at them, but I can’t imagine they would be any less delectable to my mouth.
His thighs. Thank the gods for Quidditch uniforms that accentuate the positive. The uniform has a good base to work with though. I wouldn’t mind running my hands across them like I’ve seen him do to himself when he was nervous. He has no idea what that alone does to my libido. Hot, baby, hot.
We won’t even “touch” the groin and genitalia at this time. It’s going to take me a while to wrap my mind around that alone. There are other things I would like to wrap around it though.
His hips and waist are only part of the package but they do fit so well. I only know what I see as we circle each other in class and on the pitch and it gives me the shivers just wanting to wrap my hands around them and caress him.
Those abs of his are so well defined and every person’s dream. I’m not sure there are adequate words to describe them other than scrumptious. I just love watching him pant after a hard work out on the Pitch or running from Mrs. Norris. The heaving that his heavy breathing causes should be seen only by the closest of lovers after a really spectacular round of hot, steamy sex.
On to the good parts now.
His hands and fingers are some of the finest ever created in this world that I’ve seen. To watch him stroke his quill or tap his lips sends shivers up my spine and make me jealous of the quill. The grace he moves his hands with, is enough to make me hard and ready to jump him at any minute. One day, I will know what it feels like to have those hands on me stroking, petting and teasing and it won’t be much longer.
I can feel those sculpted arms and biceps under my hands and lips. The way he flexes those muscles is enough to drive me wild. When he reaches for something and combines the upper body, lets just say I want to be locked away with him and not have a curse breaker be able to get in. WOW!
The shoulders. Those so broad shoulders are just perfect for resting my head on during bouts of hot, steamy sex and lovemaking. The way the just help complete him and the way he moves them should almost be outlawed.
For the best part of my subject. The beautiful head of his must have made the angels weep to have to let it go for the journey on earth. He has the most sensuous lips I have ever seen in my life. The way he pulls it in between his teeth to worry makes me want to kiss him senseless and soothe those lips.
Have you ever noticed how someone’s nose will flair when they are mad or in the throes of passion? I’ve seen them during the anger; I want to make them flare in passion.
His ears are not “just ears”. They have been perfected to compliment his excellent assemblage. The delicate curve and soft pink lining them just urges you to fall upon them and pay them their due.
The final two pieces of this unworldly creation would have to be the cascading waterfall of his luxuriant blond mane. I could spend hours watching him flick his head and seeing the swirling ocean of hair as it teases my fingers to run through it for hours at a time.
The final piece to this enigmatic puzzle would be the enthralling eyes he has been blessed with. The color alone, a cross between an iced blue and pale gray, is enough to ensnare my senses and led me to my own death. I would willingly follow those eyes down whatever path he chose. They say the eyes are the keys to the soul, his eyes have stolen my attention, affection and reasoning abilities. They can express so many emotions when he lets them, yet maintains a control over them that is enviable.
The whole being is enough to turn me on. If you take it a piece at a time, I become a mass of shivering expectations that may come undone at any moment. How much is a guy expected to take? How long is it possible for a man to maintain an erection? It seems like I’ve walked around with one for at least 4 years now and it’s time I had some relief.
I look at him and he stands away from the table with the grace and ease that has even Snape envious. I watch him glide to the big doors and disappear through them and know this is finally the chance I’ve waited all day for. I jump from my seat and hurry along to the doors. I open them cautiously, I don’t want to hurt someone with these doors. I turn left and see empty hall. I glance right and see my prey in easy loping distance and set off.
It seems he’s heard me approach (those wonderful ears I was discussing) and has slowed down and braced himself next to an open classroom. I reach out and take a hand and pull him in behind as I set the door for lock and put hexes on it to prevent it from being opened until I’m ready.
I move him back against the wall and position myself against him, point to point. I lean in slowly and move delicately across his ear that I’ve been lusting after for a while. I rub my nose across the outside shell followed by my tongue. I move my face back in front of his, softly touch lip to lip, move back far enough to be able to whisper. “Do you know the things you do that turn me on? Let me start at the bottom and I can show you ”
This is dedicated a special friend who's full of wonderful ideas and heart. Love ya sweetie.
The Things You Do That Turn Me On
He sat across from me for the last six long years and tormented me.
This year was going to be different. I made the decision to make the changes first if that’s what it took.
I have watched him and can tell you just by looking at him his mood, no matter how hard he tries to disguise it. I have seen him at his best and worst. I wonder if he’s studied me like I have him? I didn’t realize watchiim cim could be a whole class by itself. We could have called it Observance 1-6 and I would have aced those classes.
Today’s lessons would have been easy to complete. “List in a story form all the things he does that turns you on.” How long did this have to be? I might have too much material here
This is one of those projects that you didn’t mind doing as long as your friends didn’t find out about, and one I would enjoy. Where do I start?
The Things Draco Malfoy Does That Turn Me On
By Harry Potter
To begin with, he is just the perfect specimen of male human anatomy I have ever been privileged to look upon. The way his body is put together must have caused a riot amongst the gods when they were bringing him to form. It’s apparent that they took great care in it too. Have you ever noticed the way he just glides through the halls and the way he becomes one with his broom?
Let me see where to start writing down particulars.
Let’s start at the bottom and go up.
His feet. I got a glimpse of them one time as he was finishing getting dressed after a practice. High arches, sloped tops and toes that were made for sucking on. I know both of us would enjoy that. I watched him curl his toes and mine curled in response. I wonder what I would have to do to make them curl and him scream at the same time? I’ll have to look into that.
Up his long, strong shins and calves. They are tempting by themselves and lead to ideas of licking and kissing my way up them slowly.
His knees. One can only guess at them, but I can’t imagine they would be any less delectable to my mouth.
His thighs. Thank the gods for Quidditch uniforms that accentuate the positive. The uniform has a good base to work with though. I wouldn’t mind running my hands across them like I’ve seen him do to himself when he was nervous. He has no idea what that alone does to my libido. Hot, baby, hot.
We won’t even “touch” the groin and genitalia at this time. It’s going to take me a while to wrap my mind around that alone. There are other things I would like to wrap around it though.
His hips and waist are only part of the package but they do fit so well. I only know what I see as we circle each other in class and on the pitch and it gives me the shivers just wanting to wrap my hands around them and caress him.
Those abs of his are so well defined and every person’s dream. I’m not sure there are adequate words to describe them other than scrumptious. I just love watching him pant after a hard work out on the Pitch or running from Mrs. Norris. The heaving that his heavy breathing causes should be seen only by the closest of lovers after a really spectacular round of hot, steamy sex.
On to the good parts now.
His hands and fingers are some of the finest ever created in this world that I’ve seen. To watch him stroke his quill or tap his lips sends shivers up my spine and make me jealous of the quill. The grace he moves his hands with, is enough to make me hard and ready to jump him at any minute. One day, I will know what it feels like to have those hands on me stroking, petting and teasing and it won’t be much longer.
I can feel those sculpted arms and biceps under my hands and lips. The way he flexes those muscles is enough to drive me wild. When he reaches for something and combines the upper body, lets just say I want to be locked away with him and not have a curse breaker be able to get in. WOW!
The shoulders. Those so broad shoulders are just perfect for resting my head on during bouts of hot, steamy sex and lovemaking. The way the just help complete him and the way he moves them should almost be outlawed.
For the best part of my subject. The beautiful head of his must have made the angels weep to have to let it go for the journey on earth. He has the most sensuous lips I have ever seen in my life. The way he pulls it in between his teeth to worry makes me want to kiss him senseless and soothe those lips.
Have you ever noticed how someone’s nose will flair when they are mad or in the throes of passion? I’ve seen them during the anger; I want to make them flare in passion.
His ears are not “just ears”. They have been perfected to compliment his excellent assemblage. The delicate curve and soft pink lining them just urges you to fall upon them and pay them their due.
The final two pieces of this unworldly creation would have to be the cascading waterfall of his luxuriant blond mane. I could spend hours watching him flick his head and seeing the swirling ocean of hair as it teases my fingers to run through it for hours at a time.
The final piece to this enigmatic puzzle would be the enthralling eyes he has been blessed with. The color alone, a cross between an iced blue and pale gray, is enough to ensnare my senses and led me to my own death. I would willingly follow those eyes down whatever path he chose. They say the eyes are the keys to the soul, his eyes have stolen my attention, affection and reasoning abilities. They can express so many emotions when he lets them, yet maintains a control over them that is enviable.
The whole being is enough to turn me on. If you take it a piece at a time, I become a mass of shivering expectations that may come undone at any moment. How much is a guy expected to take? How long is it possible for a man to maintain an erection? It seems like I’ve walked around with one for at least 4 years now and it’s time I had some relief.
I look at him and he stands away from the table with the grace and ease that has even Snape envious. I watch him glide to the big doors and disappear through them and know this is finally the chance I’ve waited all day for. I jump from my seat and hurry along to the doors. I open them cautiously, I don’t want to hurt someone with these doors. I turn left and see empty hall. I glance right and see my prey in easy loping distance and set off.
It seems he’s heard me approach (those wonderful ears I was discussing) and has slowed down and braced himself next to an open classroom. I reach out and take a hand and pull him in behind as I set the door for lock and put hexes on it to prevent it from being opened until I’m ready.
I move him back against the wall and position myself against him, point to point. I lean in slowly and move delicately across his ear that I’ve been lusting after for a while. I rub my nose across the outside shell followed by my tongue. I move my face back in front of his, softly touch lip to lip, move back far enough to be able to whisper. “Do you know the things you do that turn me on? Let me start at the bottom and I can show you ”