Harry Potter and Draco's Dysfunctional Organ
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult ++
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2
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6,945
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16
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Harry Potter and Draco's Dysfunctional Organ
Title: Harry Potter and Draco’s Dysfunctional Organ.
Author: Harryndraco
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Harry/Fred/George, Harry/Draco (main)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot
Summary: Draco discovers why sex had never interested him. Harry is determined to lure him out of the closet. Virgin!Draco
It was already past midnight when Draco was on his way to the library, trying to convince himself that somewhere in one of those books he could find the answer to his problem. There was no way he’d be going through life with a dysfunctional prick! All the other boys his age were already starting to have sex with girls, or boys in some cases. Draco shuddered at the thought. Those who weren’t lucky enough to find a willing partner spent their free time wanking behind the curtains of their beds or in the showers. But not Draco. Draco had a problem with his prick, you see. He had never been able to produce an erection. Not once!
He had tried imagining various girls naked. He had imagined touching them and licking them and fucking them. Nothing. He had tried looking at porn magazines, sniffed and drank various aphrodisiacs, and he had even gotten his hands on what muggles called a “dvd player,” and tried watching their porn videos. Still nothing. He would have tried to actually sleep with a girl, but he couldn’t risk the shame if his cock wasn’t up to the task. No one could know. Malfoys were perfect. They didn’t have dysfunctional pricks, they just didn’t!
All the other boys and girls were talking about something called “coming,” or orgasm. Supposedly it was great, and Draco was dying to find out. But how could he if his prick refused to cooperate? Something had to be done. He was too embarrassed to go to Madam Pomfrey or even to tell his father about his “problem.” So, Draco decided to take things into his own hands and look for a spell or potion that would fix his prick.
Draco silently entered the library, and stopped dead in his tracks. There were noises coming from the far corner of the enormous room and there was a soft light coming from there, too. There was giggling and moaning. It sounded like someone was having the kind of fun his cock wouldn’t allow him to have. Draco decided to go see who it was. He could get them into trouble, at least that would make him feel somewhat better. If he couldn’t have sex, no one else should either.
“Nox,” he whispered. He couldn’t risk anyone seeing the light of his wand or they might get away. He slowly began to maneuver his way towards the noise and light, trying not to stumble or bump into anything.
He was close to them now, and he had to sneak from shelf to shelf in order to keep himself hidden while trying to get a glimpse of whoever it was. And then he did see them. And his jaw dropped.
On his knees by one of the tables was none other than Harry Potter, and standing by him were the Weasley twins. Both their cocks were in his face, and Potter was taking turns sucking them off. Draco felt a whirling in his stomach and a jolt of pleasure shot down to his cock. But he was too shocked to even notice.
The Weasleys! Potter was fucking the Weasley’s?!?! He was a fag?!?! Draco should have been disgusted by the scene. He should have run from there. He should have run straight to the bathroom and retched. But he didn’t.
Potters lips were red and moist and swollen. Sometimes he would dart out his tongue to lap at the tip of a cock, swirl it around the head. Then he would take it into his mouth, and moan. Draco realized he had a very unusual feeling in his groin, and it felt like his whole body was on fire. He looked down to see an enormous bulge in his pants. What the hell? This should be a sight to make an erection go limp, not one to arouse a dysfunctional prick. But it felt oh so good.
As hard as Draco tried to look away, his eyes were always drawn back to Potter’s mouth. Oh how he wanted to touch his cock right now. He had tried for so long to get an erection, and now that he finally had one he wouldn’t touch it. He couldn’t! That would make him gay. And Malfoys were not gay. They just weren’t!
Draco wondered what it would feel like to have his own cock in that hot, wet mouth, and in between those luscious lips…. A traitorous finger slid lightly up the length of his cloth-covered shaft. Draco pulled his hand away as if it were in danger of being bitten off, or burned, or dissolved.
Harry got to his feet and laid down on the table. “Fuck me,” he said hoarsely. Draco almost meeped. He did not want to see this! He had to run away. But apparently since his prick started working his legs had stopped. Draco shut his eyes. Seconds later he was looking again.
Draco watched as Fred, or George, lifted Harry’s legs and positioned himself at his entrance. As he watched Harry tense and gasp as he was penetrated, Draco unknowingly squeezed his own cock. Again, he pulled his hand away.
Gods, he would never have imagined Harry having such a perfect body. The Weasel began to thrust, making Potter’s body rock ever-so-slightly, while the other stuffed his cock into that damned sexy mouth. Draco’s cock was so hard it hurt. He couldn’t endure it any longer, and hastily pulled his prick out of his trousers.
Draco smirked as he took in the sight of his big, hard cock. Definitely worthy of a Malfoy. Then he looked at Harry again. ‘I’m not gay,’ he thought as he wrapped his hand around his cock and began to stroke it.
Whichever twin it was who had his cock in Harry’s mouth looked in Draco’s direction and then leaned over and whispered something into Harry’s ear. Harry stiffened at first, and Draco wondered what he had told him. Had he seen him? But Harry must have eventually decided whatever the Weasel told him was pleasing, for he began to moan twice as much as before.
A feeling such as Draco had never even imagined possible spread through him as he stroked himself, watching Harry being fucked and listening to him moan louder and louder. Harry replaced his mouth on the cock with his hand and began to scream as he was pounded harder and harder. ‘Never would have thought him to be a screamer,’ Draco mused.
That exquisite feeling began to spread through his entire body and was getting stronger. The pressure in his groin was increasing. Draco stroked faster, eyes locked on Harry. And then he came, desperately trying to hold on to his sanity as he watched Harry arch and scream and come all over his own stomach. Oh gods that felt good. Draco wiped his hand on his trousers as he continued to watch Harry climb down from his high. ‘I’m not gay. And I sure as hell don’t want Potter.’
Tbc…..
Author: Harryndraco
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Harry/Fred/George, Harry/Draco (main)
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot
Summary: Draco discovers why sex had never interested him. Harry is determined to lure him out of the closet. Virgin!Draco
It was already past midnight when Draco was on his way to the library, trying to convince himself that somewhere in one of those books he could find the answer to his problem. There was no way he’d be going through life with a dysfunctional prick! All the other boys his age were already starting to have sex with girls, or boys in some cases. Draco shuddered at the thought. Those who weren’t lucky enough to find a willing partner spent their free time wanking behind the curtains of their beds or in the showers. But not Draco. Draco had a problem with his prick, you see. He had never been able to produce an erection. Not once!
He had tried imagining various girls naked. He had imagined touching them and licking them and fucking them. Nothing. He had tried looking at porn magazines, sniffed and drank various aphrodisiacs, and he had even gotten his hands on what muggles called a “dvd player,” and tried watching their porn videos. Still nothing. He would have tried to actually sleep with a girl, but he couldn’t risk the shame if his cock wasn’t up to the task. No one could know. Malfoys were perfect. They didn’t have dysfunctional pricks, they just didn’t!
All the other boys and girls were talking about something called “coming,” or orgasm. Supposedly it was great, and Draco was dying to find out. But how could he if his prick refused to cooperate? Something had to be done. He was too embarrassed to go to Madam Pomfrey or even to tell his father about his “problem.” So, Draco decided to take things into his own hands and look for a spell or potion that would fix his prick.
Draco silently entered the library, and stopped dead in his tracks. There were noises coming from the far corner of the enormous room and there was a soft light coming from there, too. There was giggling and moaning. It sounded like someone was having the kind of fun his cock wouldn’t allow him to have. Draco decided to go see who it was. He could get them into trouble, at least that would make him feel somewhat better. If he couldn’t have sex, no one else should either.
“Nox,” he whispered. He couldn’t risk anyone seeing the light of his wand or they might get away. He slowly began to maneuver his way towards the noise and light, trying not to stumble or bump into anything.
He was close to them now, and he had to sneak from shelf to shelf in order to keep himself hidden while trying to get a glimpse of whoever it was. And then he did see them. And his jaw dropped.
On his knees by one of the tables was none other than Harry Potter, and standing by him were the Weasley twins. Both their cocks were in his face, and Potter was taking turns sucking them off. Draco felt a whirling in his stomach and a jolt of pleasure shot down to his cock. But he was too shocked to even notice.
The Weasleys! Potter was fucking the Weasley’s?!?! He was a fag?!?! Draco should have been disgusted by the scene. He should have run from there. He should have run straight to the bathroom and retched. But he didn’t.
Potters lips were red and moist and swollen. Sometimes he would dart out his tongue to lap at the tip of a cock, swirl it around the head. Then he would take it into his mouth, and moan. Draco realized he had a very unusual feeling in his groin, and it felt like his whole body was on fire. He looked down to see an enormous bulge in his pants. What the hell? This should be a sight to make an erection go limp, not one to arouse a dysfunctional prick. But it felt oh so good.
As hard as Draco tried to look away, his eyes were always drawn back to Potter’s mouth. Oh how he wanted to touch his cock right now. He had tried for so long to get an erection, and now that he finally had one he wouldn’t touch it. He couldn’t! That would make him gay. And Malfoys were not gay. They just weren’t!
Draco wondered what it would feel like to have his own cock in that hot, wet mouth, and in between those luscious lips…. A traitorous finger slid lightly up the length of his cloth-covered shaft. Draco pulled his hand away as if it were in danger of being bitten off, or burned, or dissolved.
Harry got to his feet and laid down on the table. “Fuck me,” he said hoarsely. Draco almost meeped. He did not want to see this! He had to run away. But apparently since his prick started working his legs had stopped. Draco shut his eyes. Seconds later he was looking again.
Draco watched as Fred, or George, lifted Harry’s legs and positioned himself at his entrance. As he watched Harry tense and gasp as he was penetrated, Draco unknowingly squeezed his own cock. Again, he pulled his hand away.
Gods, he would never have imagined Harry having such a perfect body. The Weasel began to thrust, making Potter’s body rock ever-so-slightly, while the other stuffed his cock into that damned sexy mouth. Draco’s cock was so hard it hurt. He couldn’t endure it any longer, and hastily pulled his prick out of his trousers.
Draco smirked as he took in the sight of his big, hard cock. Definitely worthy of a Malfoy. Then he looked at Harry again. ‘I’m not gay,’ he thought as he wrapped his hand around his cock and began to stroke it.
Whichever twin it was who had his cock in Harry’s mouth looked in Draco’s direction and then leaned over and whispered something into Harry’s ear. Harry stiffened at first, and Draco wondered what he had told him. Had he seen him? But Harry must have eventually decided whatever the Weasel told him was pleasing, for he began to moan twice as much as before.
A feeling such as Draco had never even imagined possible spread through him as he stroked himself, watching Harry being fucked and listening to him moan louder and louder. Harry replaced his mouth on the cock with his hand and began to scream as he was pounded harder and harder. ‘Never would have thought him to be a screamer,’ Draco mused.
That exquisite feeling began to spread through his entire body and was getting stronger. The pressure in his groin was increasing. Draco stroked faster, eyes locked on Harry. And then he came, desperately trying to hold on to his sanity as he watched Harry arch and scream and come all over his own stomach. Oh gods that felt good. Draco wiped his hand on his trousers as he continued to watch Harry climb down from his high. ‘I’m not gay. And I sure as hell don’t want Potter.’
Tbc…..