Icky! or Draco is a Sick, Sick Individual

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is property of JK Rowling et al, and I am not making any money from this. Now that that\'s out of the way, onward to teh ick!

\"Mmm, Harry, I have to use the loo,\" Draco muttered during a particularly intense cuddle session. He rubbed his cheek against the bicep of the arm that was cradling him to Harry\'s body, where his head was comfortably resting just a moment before.

\"So get up and go,\" Harry laughed, but made no move to release Draco.

\"Later,\" Draco said distractedly, turning his head so that he could run his tongue along Harry\'s bare shoulder, which caused Harry to shudder. \"There\'s something I\'ve always wanted to try with you.\"

\"That feels nice, but what does that have to do with you needing to piss?\" Harry asked lazily. Draco stopped treating Harry\'s shoulder like a lolly and propped himself on one arm, smirking down at his boyfriend. Harry\'s eyes narrowed, and he pushed himself away from Draco, causing him to fall back onto the mattress with a soft *plop*.

\"No. No way. I will not be a part of your sick alpha male fantasies.\" He shook his head defiantly.

\"Come on, Harry. You may like it,\" Draco wheedled.

\"That\'s what you said when you wanted to try rimming me!\" Harry tried scooting further away from Draco, but was hindered when he reached the edge of the bed.

\"And you liked it!\" Draco smiled triumphantly.

\"Still felt dirty,\" Harry mumbled.

\"Most fun things usually do,\" Draco leered.

\"Draco...\" Harry whined. Draco rolled his eyes.

\"Fine. You know, I think that friend of yours, the Irish one, was into this. I heard him talking to that artist bloke. Perhaps he\'d be interested. I know that Blaise would be...\" Draco pulled himself to a sitting position and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He stood, but before he could start walking away, a hand grabbed his wrist roughly and pulled him back down.

\"Where do you think you\'re going?\" Harry growled, jealousy burning in his eyes. Draco tried to wiggle away, but Harry shifted them both so that he was pinning Draco to the bed by his wrists, looking down on him.

\"I may have been off to Floo Blaise and proposition him. Or I may have been headed to the loo to piss, you bloody tosser. Let me go,\" Draco said grumpily.

Harry leaned over Draco\'s prone form and kissed him roughly, practically biting his lips. Draco groaned, half in pleasure and half in pain, and Harry took the opportunity to thrust his tongue into Draco\'s mouth. Harry staked his claim, tongue battling with Draco\'s in a primal dance. When Harry released him Draco was panting.

\"I can\'t go now,\" he said, reclaiming his wrist from Harry\'s grip and bringing the restraining hand down to touch his now-hard cock through his trousers. \"Fix it.\"

Harry cupped Draco\'s erection gently with his hand and squeezed, smirking as Draco closed his eyes briefly. \"You belong to me, you know,\" he remarked in a conversational tone as he began the work of unfastening Draco\'s trousers.

\"It works both ways,\" Draco replied breathlessly. Harry made an affirmative noise and slipped his hand beneath the waistband of Draco\'s boxers. His fingertips lightly caressed the skin around his hipbones as he moved toward Draco\'s sides.

\"Lift up,\" Harry commanded softly, and Draco complied. Harry tugged down Draco\'s trousers and boxers just enough to expose Draco\'s glistening cock, and sat back for a moment to admire it.

\"Do something before I hurt you,\" Draco demanded.

\"Patience,\" Harry chided, removing Draco\'s clothing slowly and tossing it aside before taking his thumb and rubbing lightly at the tip.

\"Fucking tease,\" Draco muttered darkly, his hand moving to get things going himself. Harry noticed the movement and slapped the hand away.

\"Mine.\" Harry punished Draco by running the tip of his tongue along Draco\'s cock from root to tip and blowing cool air across the wet stripe. Draco bit his lip, and took a shuddering breath.

\"Please, Harry,\" Draco gasped when Harry repeated the action. Harry looked up at Draco and smiled.

\"I love it when you beg me,\" he said wickedly before engulfing Draco\'s cock in his mouth. Draco\'s hips rose completely off the bed, and Harry nearly gagged, but once he got a grip on Draco\'s hips to hold him down he was able to check his gag reflex and catch his breath.

Harry started with a gently suckling, treating Draco\'s cock like a baby\'s pacifier, until Draco was practically squirming to break free from the restraint and fuck Harry\'s mouth wildly.

\"Fuck Harry... so good... too good... more...\" Draco let loose a litany of half-unintelligible words and phrases which emboldened Harry. He released Draco\'s cock with a soft pop and blew on it once more. Draco groaned.

\"Potter, if I don\'t come in the next ten seconds, you\'re dead.\"

\"My, aren\'t we needy,\" Harry grinned, leaning down to take just the head into his mouth and laving over the tip with his tongue. Draco mewled softly. Harry poked the tip of his tongue into the slit and Draco lost it. He came hard into Harry\'s mouth moaning his name. Harry tried valiantly to swallow all of Draco\'s release, but some inevitably dribbled down the side of his mouth and down the underside of his chin.

Draco lay back limply, panting and shuddering in the aftershocks of orgasm. \"God, Harry. You\'re entirely too good at that.\"

\"You make me practice often enough,\" Harry pointed out, smiling. His own erection was straining against the front of his jeans, but he was content to ignore it for the moment and just watch Draco in his ecstasy. He lay down next to Draco, waiting for the other boy to recover enough for Harry to ask for the favour returned.

They both were quiet for several minutes; the only sound in the room was Draco\'s increasingly calmer breathing. One of his hands had taken to playing with Harry\'s left nipple. \"You ready for round two, yet?\" Harry asked Draco, his voice sounding slightly strained. Draco was still for a moment, before quickly changing his position to turn Harry onto his back and straddle his chest.

\"I still need to piss,\" Draco reminded Harry, whose eyes widened. Harry tried to throw Draco off of him and get away, but Draco thrust his arse against the bulge in his jeans. Harry stilled and moaned loudly. \"Lay back and take it,\" Draco told him.

In the next instant Draco let go of his control. A stream of warm urine hit Harry\'s tanned skin, and Draco moaned contentedly, at the same time thrusting his arse repeatedly against Harry\'s clothed cock. Harry\'s mouth was open in shock, and he looked as if he didn\'t know whether to be horrified or terribly aroused.

Arousal won, and by the time Draco was finished voiding his bladder, Harry had come violently in his pants.

Draco stretched languidly and crawled off of Harry\'s chest. \"That was good,\" he said, looking around for his trousers.

\"That was disgusting,\" Harry shot back, sounding mortified and blushing crimson. Draco shot him a look and strode back to Harry. He thrust one hand down the front of Harry\'s trousers, felt around a bit, and then brought it back out. It was sticky.

\"I\'m sure you hated every moment, you deviant,\" Draco mocked, waving his hand in front of Harry\'s face. \"Now go take a shower, you smell like piss and come.\"+


AN: And this is where I hide from all human contact for the rest of my life. I cannot believe that I wrote that. *shakes head* Please direct all disgusted comments to my livejournal -- www.livejournal.com/users/benightedfate
Sheesh. I think I\'ll go back to the plain vanilla boysex after this.