Musings

MUSINGS

He will love Potter’s fingers. They will be long and strong with jagged, bitten nails and calluses rounding on the tips. They will fit perfectly inside Draco’s mouth. Fit perfectly inside Draco’s bum. Three long fingers will stretch Draco wide, moving slowly in small circles, gradually easing further inside him. Draco will feel his heartbeat vibrating around the fingers. The erratic beat telling all that Draco isn’t saying with words. They will tell the fingers that he is thoroughly enjoying the slow sensation. That this unheard-of pleasure should come to him more often. One will say that Draco speaks with his heart, but that would sound ridiculous. It would also be a lie.

Draco thinks with his head. He collects information- bits of conversation, unobtrusive looks flashed across the potions room and small mutterings you don’t normally realise your saying. He collects all this information and pieces it together to finally reach an answer to an unknown question. Or, in Potter’s case, a question he’s wanted to know the answer to for a very long time.

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Draco will love Potter’s mouth. Rather, Draco will love Potter’s mouth rapped around his cock, the hot wet heat slowly taking him in. He will love the sensation it brings - Potter’s hot wet mouth around his cock and his strong fingers moving inside his arse.

There are only a few times when Draco lets himself go.

This will be one of them.

Perhaps he will have no choice.

He will think that if a herd of trolls were to run by and a banshee scream in his ear, he wouldn’t know the difference. Not when Potter’s very lovely mouth is encasing Draco’s very hard cock.

He is lying on his bed, his eyes closed and relishing in the feeling of Potter’s
handiwork. Once he is on the brink of orgasm, Potter will stop abruptly. His fingers will pull out of Draco’s arse and his cock will suddenly feel very cool. Draco will open his eyes to see Potter wearing a sly grin on his lips, one eyebrow slightly arched. He will kiss Draco’s inner thigh, sucking and biting on the flesh until it turns purple, then he will grab Draco’s hips and pull them up to rest on his knees, wrapping his legs around his waist. He will position his own cock right before Draco’s entrance, take a deep breath and plunge inside. Draco will gasp, his eyes will roll back into his head and his back will arch off the bed. When Potter doesn’t move, Draco will moan and grab his hips, forcing him to. And so they will begin, the undeniably amazing feeling moving across Draco’s body. He will break out in goose pimples when Harry jabs his prostate occasionally. Not enough to become overwhelming, but to give Draco a shock of pleasure when it does happen.

They will fuck.

Potter…Harry… Harry…Harry…

Harry will moan Draco’s name and mumble into his neck. There will be the sound of Harry’s balls slapping Draco’s arse and heavy breathing mixed with the occasional gasp…moan…Harry…

The air will frizzle with tangible electricity, and will smell of sweat...of cum…of heat…of sex.

And Draco will wake up to find his cock seeping with his orgasm. It will take him a few seconds to understand where he is and what was going on. And then he will blink once…twice…and realise what just happened. He will shake his head and laugh a little.

He will go back to sleep and dream of loosing his wand just before his Defense Against the Dark Arts practical exam. He will ignore the fact that he is completely and utterly freaked out.

He will wake for the second time in the morning completely oblivious to his midnight dream. He will shower… dress… and head off to breakfast…wondering why it is that he can’t stop staring at Harry Potter.