Ultimate Orgasm
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,819
Reviews:
4
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Currently Reading:
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Ultimate Orgasm
Title: Ultimate Orgasm
Author: lildove42
Rating: NC-17, for adult situations
Disclaimer: Not mine, thank Merlin.
Summary: Based on a scene from Episode 122 of Queer as Folk. Harry finds Draco.
Harry looked up from his seat at the Gryffindor House table in the Great Hall, eyeing the empty seat where his lover should have been. Dinner was nearly over and he had seen neither head nor hair of Draco Malfoy since he entered the room. Worried, he wondered who at the Slytherin table would be most likely to give an honest answer.
As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat and Harry Potter was no different. He approached Pansy Parkinson, goading the locally known house gossip into revealing Draco’s whereabouts.
“So, Parkinson, managed to make it down without your leader, I see. Where is the furry little ferret hiding these days anyway? Haven’t seen him around lately,” he said in the most disdainful tone he could muster. Never mind that he knew where Draco had been spending his days, most of them behind or on top of him in the Room of Requirements.
“Fuck off, Potter.”
“Oh, come Pansy, you can do better than that. I know you can, I’ve heard you say much worse to Hermione…where’s your little boyfriend?” This he had to fight the giggles on, as the thought of Draco and Pansy sleeping together was absolutely ludicrous after the things Harry himself had done with the blond Slytherin.
“Maybe he’s at a Deatheater meeting, maybe he’s taking a shit, or maybe he just had a letter to write and had to go to the owlery to deliver it-” Pansy’s eyes widened and she immediately clamped a hand over her mouth for having disclosed Draco’s position.
“Oh come off it, Parkinson. I’m not gonna go attack your precious boyfriend in the owlery…it would be too easy…” Harry tossed casually over his shoulder as he walked away. Still…
Why would Draco not have told him that he wasn’t coming to dinner tonight? What was this letter that was so important he had to skip a meal to write? And why did Harry have this niggling feeling that something was very, very wrong?
Ambling to the owlery, Harry stopped mid-step when it struck him. He knew why Draco was in the owlery. Hadn’t Draco said something about the ultimate orgasm? Hadn’t he said the owlery would be the perfect place to do it? Wasn’t mealtime the best time because the owlery was often deserted?
Harry’s face paled and he took off in a run to find Draco.
Bursting through the door, he gasped. There was Draco, hanging from the rafter with a makeshift noose made up of several Slytherin House ties, jerking at his dick, his face a deepening shade of purple.
Harry ran to him, reached up to pull at the ties to bring him down. Draco looked at him through glassy eyes. Then a grunt, strained from the restriction of his vocal chords sounded in protest.
Looking up into the face of his lover, a face that normally appeared flushed during lovemaking rather than the color of his cousin Dudley’s face at an all-you-can-eat buffet, Harry managed to see passed that at the pleasure Draco was feeling.
Draco’s hand moved swiftly up and down his cock, stroking and pulling. Tiny mewling sounds escaped his parted lips and his eyes were half-lidded, whether from the eroticism or lack of oxygen, Harry couldn’t tell.
Then Harry did something that he hadn’t expected to do. Something that he wouldn’t be able to explain even later. He approached Draco and shoved his hand away, ignoring the sounds coming from above. Instead, he replaced those hands with his own hot mouth and began sucking at the treasure before him.
Draco cried out and then began bucking into his mouth, as much as a hanging man could. His hands gripped Harry’s hair, tugging it roughly, bringing tears to Harry’s eyes, pulling Harry further onto his dick. Both were crying when Draco reached orgasm and released a hot stream into Harry’s mouth.
Reaching up, Harry pulled at the ties, causing Draco to come tumbling on top of him. The Slytherin laughed ruefully as his breathing returned to normal and blood returned to his brain.
“That was fucking unbeatable.”
Harry rubbed at a now-aching spot on his back and looked over at his lover, stealing a kiss. “You could have at least told me. What if something had happened to you? They would have automatically assumed I had something to do with it. You prat.”
Draco leaned over and fondled the tight bulge that had grown in Harry’s pants. “Come off it, you’re just jealous. Don’t worry, Potter, we’ll let you have a go next time.”
Harry blushed and smiled, “So there’s going to be a next time, then?”
“Yes, Potter, there’s always a next time.”
Author: lildove42
Rating: NC-17, for adult situations
Disclaimer: Not mine, thank Merlin.
Summary: Based on a scene from Episode 122 of Queer as Folk. Harry finds Draco.
Harry looked up from his seat at the Gryffindor House table in the Great Hall, eyeing the empty seat where his lover should have been. Dinner was nearly over and he had seen neither head nor hair of Draco Malfoy since he entered the room. Worried, he wondered who at the Slytherin table would be most likely to give an honest answer.
As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat and Harry Potter was no different. He approached Pansy Parkinson, goading the locally known house gossip into revealing Draco’s whereabouts.
“So, Parkinson, managed to make it down without your leader, I see. Where is the furry little ferret hiding these days anyway? Haven’t seen him around lately,” he said in the most disdainful tone he could muster. Never mind that he knew where Draco had been spending his days, most of them behind or on top of him in the Room of Requirements.
“Fuck off, Potter.”
“Oh, come Pansy, you can do better than that. I know you can, I’ve heard you say much worse to Hermione…where’s your little boyfriend?” This he had to fight the giggles on, as the thought of Draco and Pansy sleeping together was absolutely ludicrous after the things Harry himself had done with the blond Slytherin.
“Maybe he’s at a Deatheater meeting, maybe he’s taking a shit, or maybe he just had a letter to write and had to go to the owlery to deliver it-” Pansy’s eyes widened and she immediately clamped a hand over her mouth for having disclosed Draco’s position.
“Oh come off it, Parkinson. I’m not gonna go attack your precious boyfriend in the owlery…it would be too easy…” Harry tossed casually over his shoulder as he walked away. Still…
Why would Draco not have told him that he wasn’t coming to dinner tonight? What was this letter that was so important he had to skip a meal to write? And why did Harry have this niggling feeling that something was very, very wrong?
Ambling to the owlery, Harry stopped mid-step when it struck him. He knew why Draco was in the owlery. Hadn’t Draco said something about the ultimate orgasm? Hadn’t he said the owlery would be the perfect place to do it? Wasn’t mealtime the best time because the owlery was often deserted?
Harry’s face paled and he took off in a run to find Draco.
Bursting through the door, he gasped. There was Draco, hanging from the rafter with a makeshift noose made up of several Slytherin House ties, jerking at his dick, his face a deepening shade of purple.
Harry ran to him, reached up to pull at the ties to bring him down. Draco looked at him through glassy eyes. Then a grunt, strained from the restriction of his vocal chords sounded in protest.
Looking up into the face of his lover, a face that normally appeared flushed during lovemaking rather than the color of his cousin Dudley’s face at an all-you-can-eat buffet, Harry managed to see passed that at the pleasure Draco was feeling.
Draco’s hand moved swiftly up and down his cock, stroking and pulling. Tiny mewling sounds escaped his parted lips and his eyes were half-lidded, whether from the eroticism or lack of oxygen, Harry couldn’t tell.
Then Harry did something that he hadn’t expected to do. Something that he wouldn’t be able to explain even later. He approached Draco and shoved his hand away, ignoring the sounds coming from above. Instead, he replaced those hands with his own hot mouth and began sucking at the treasure before him.
Draco cried out and then began bucking into his mouth, as much as a hanging man could. His hands gripped Harry’s hair, tugging it roughly, bringing tears to Harry’s eyes, pulling Harry further onto his dick. Both were crying when Draco reached orgasm and released a hot stream into Harry’s mouth.
Reaching up, Harry pulled at the ties, causing Draco to come tumbling on top of him. The Slytherin laughed ruefully as his breathing returned to normal and blood returned to his brain.
“That was fucking unbeatable.”
Harry rubbed at a now-aching spot on his back and looked over at his lover, stealing a kiss. “You could have at least told me. What if something had happened to you? They would have automatically assumed I had something to do with it. You prat.”
Draco leaned over and fondled the tight bulge that had grown in Harry’s pants. “Come off it, you’re just jealous. Don’t worry, Potter, we’ll let you have a go next time.”
Harry blushed and smiled, “So there’s going to be a next time, then?”
“Yes, Potter, there’s always a next time.”