This Time

Raw wind burned at his face. It was a typical gloomy day as he walked the gray streets of London. The chill was at its greatest speed it had been all afternoon. The collar of his overcoat was pulled up over the scarf hung snuggly about his neck. He quickened his pace along the walk down Regent Street; making his usual pilgrimage to the familiar Piccadilly flat in the West End.

This process had become quite a routine as of late. He was unsure, as of now, why he even bothered. It always consisted of an awkward greeting, a hurried fuck, and then a return to his mundane life. He was aware now that it was neither a matter of fulfillment nor a feeling of pleasure. The stimulating orgasm had worn off after the first few times. A few moans here and there and pelvic quivers were really all that was needed to keep him happy; to keep him somewhere. He honestly had no idea why he came back. He didn’t particularly like who he was when he was with him. It wasn’t a question of self-exploration or curio. No. No, it was more or less something he had slipped into and grown accustomed to. Something he was sure he couldn’t be without.

He passed swiftly by the neon ad marquees as he turned the corner, nearing his destination at Jermyn Street. Anticipation arose in his loin. He gently pushed back the stray, windblown, raven hair from his jade eyes. He approached the customary stop- the white, Georgian townhouse with the black, paneled door. He eyed the upstairs paned windows then gazed at the front steps. He mounted the first, then the second, each one seeming even more ominous than the last.

He removed his gloved hand from his warm pocket and firmly knocked at the door. Moments later it was opened by a slender, pale young man. “It’s five after ten, Harry. Your promptness impresses me,” he said coldly.

Warm breath lofted from his mouth as he said, “I’m sorry, I can stay five minutes longer if you wish.”

Draco softly pressed a finger to his caller’s lips. “Shush. Small talk bores me, love.” He grasped Harry’s slim wrist and pulled him inside. “I have some on on the stove; you’re welcome to have some.” The door then closed silently behind them.

The blonde took Harry by the shoulders and pinned him against the wall. He grazed his fingertips along Harry’s neck, feeling his air passage vibrate under his touch. Then handling the bottom of his jaw he leaned in and softly nibbled at his thin, yet supple lips. Harry’s eyelids shut as a pleasing smile traveled across his face. Harry brought his arms behind Draco, beginning to stroke the back of his neck with his palms. His hands crept into Harry’s tousled hair, slowly messaging his scalp and temples. “I want you to fuck me, Harry. Fuck me,” he whispered.

The silk sheets tingled against his naked skin.co gco grinned in satisfaction as he pulled Harry’s boxers down from his waist. His tongue trailing the fine hair of his partner’s toned, lower abdomen. Lurking closer. Ever so closer. Harry’s chest heaved and his buttock tightened. Draco’s saliva covered his genitalia as he began teasing him. He smiled as he heard impatieoansoans released. “I’m not rushing it, Potter. Not this time.”

His soft cock was becoming more erect as Draco handled it and his testicles. He was pulsating as the movement progressed. Then it slowed. Harry’s hands stretched and clutched the sleek, black sheets. Draco took notice of this and smirked slyly. “No rushing,” he taunted. He curved his lick over the head of the cock. Rough gasps of air escaped Harry as his muscles tensed. He could feel his penisden den in Draco’s forceful grasp. Harry’s groans grew louder as Draco’s moistness surrounded the circumference of his shaft. Draco pushed his mouth even further upon the enormous erection. Harry came as the intense pressure was just too much to bottle up at this decisive moment, and yelled, “Oh my God, Draco!”


Draco laughed gleefully and gazed down as he straddled Harry. His small framed body was like a beautiful work of art. His hands traveled up his chiseled abs and paused at his chest. He enclosed his lips around the firm nipples. He began to knead Harry’s biceps and the length of his muscular arms.prespressed firmly upon Harry’s waist, edging his hands about his love handles.

Harry opened his eyes and playfully led his finger along Draco’s hairline. Harry could feel Draco’s cock begin to solidify as it moved along his calf. He brought his hands around Draco’s back, as he pushed his face into Harry’s upper body. Harry firmly cupped Draco’s rump with one hand and reached for his ball sack with the other. He gently tickled it as Draco let out a faint whimper. He began to leisurely finger Draco’s anus with great care. “I’m your bitch, Potter. I’m your fucking whore,” he muttered.

Harry guided his hands up Draco’s sweaty back and gradually sat up on the bed, pushing Draco with him. Harry got up from the sheets and moved behind Draco. He reached his arms over Draco’s neck and leaned his weight upon his back. Harry tenderly blew over Draco’s shoulders and planted his lips upon his blades, licking his nape. He hovered over Draco’s groin. Harry could feel the dampness between his own thighs. Affectionately, he pulled at Draco’s penis; getting a squeal of delight from him. He transferred his hands to Draco’s hips and found his way to the anus. He rocked Draco into his bosom while beginning to rock into a rhythm. He could feel his cock insert itself into the tight chasm. Harry rubbed at Draco’s sides, running from his ribs down to the seat of his flesh mounds. He consummated in a deep movement as their two bodies stuck together in slick perspiration. Harry could sense his ejaculation coming nearer as he brought himself closer to orgasm. Draco winced in pain while pinching Harry’s knees. Harry’s heavy breathing was methodical with his violent drive as he let out in a scream, “Fuck you!” He could then feel the warmness escape his urethra and flow between him and Draco. He eased out with and plopped on the bed in euphoria.


He awoke with a sleeping Draco in his arms. Harry smiled down at his lover. He was proud. For the first time in so long, he was actually pleased with himself. All the trips to Draco’s bedroom had never been as exemplary as this.

Draco stirred from his rest, and stated incoherently, “Fuck you, Harry!”

That was when Harry understood his reasons for his regular visits. Just hearing Draco say that was all the more a reason. Harry traced his hands down his lower body and pelvis. He fondled the head of his cock and inhaled in gratification. Yes, that was reason enough.