Rimshots: The Taste of Draco

Many thanks to VL and Kit who responded to this challenge with alacrity. And, as always, Melisande did the beta work. We owe her a forfeit.

Disclaimer: I would be in heaven if I owned these characters, but unfortunately, I don’t. Love playing with them, though.

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Rimshots:The Taste of Draco

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Harry was actually panting by the time he got to the Slytherin dungeons. He was concealed underneath his invisibility cloak, which he generally wore when he needed to be out of the Gryffindor tower at night after curfew. That was not unusual. What was unusual was that he was nervous. And excited. Very excited. He had decided that this would be the night. He was going to indulge in his kinkiest fantasy yet. He just hoped Draco was up for it.

His heart pounded in his chest as he whispered the password, and the door slid open to let him in. He stepped into the common room and walked silently over to Draco’s door. As head boy, Draco was afforded unusual privacy, which he and Harry took advantage of. Frequently.

He whispered Draco’s personal password, and the door opened silently.

He stepped through and was almost immediately thrown up against the wall, a firm, lithe body embracing him.

“About time,” Draco breathed, and, pulling the cloak off of him, the blond leaned in for a deep, wet kiss.

Harry returned the kiss eagerly, winding his fingers through silky, fragrant hair. Their tongues fought for dominance for a moment and then settled into a sensual pattern of exploration.

Draco moaned deep in his throat as they pulled apart. “Wanted to do that all day,” he gasped, dipping his head to lick at Harry’s sweaty throat.

Harry tilted his head back to allow him better access to the sensitive skin. “Yeah, me too,” he breathed.

“Merlin, Harry,” Draco sighed. “This sucks! I just want us to be able to be together.”

Harry sighed and pulled Draco closer to him. “I know. But between your father, my friends, and the damned Death Eaters, we have to keep this secret for a while longer. Just until all the cells have been cleaned out.”

Draco melted into his lover’s arms. “I know. I know....”

“How about I make it up to you, baby?” Harry whispered.

“Make what up to me, Harry?” Draco asked, pulling back slightly to look the raven haired man in the face.

“Make up for the fact that if I weren’t ‘famous Harry Potter’ you wouldn’t have to hide, because no one would care if we were lovers.”

Draco grinned. “Oh, I think the benefits of being your boyfriend outweigh the drawbacks,” he said, smirking. “Plus, you’re the hottest boy in school, and we Malfoys accept nothing but the best.”

“Still,” Harry whispered, starting to back Draco towards his bed, “I really think I need to do something special for you to make up for the... inconvenience.”

Draco shivered at the note in Harry’s voice. He was obviously planning something, but he trusted him, so he figured he would just relax and let it happen.

The backs of Draco’s knees hit the bed, and he sat abruptly. He scooted back to allow Harry to get onto the bed with him. As the two settled into comfortable positions, Harry grabbed his wand and magicked all their clothes off.

Leaning over, he took Draco’s lips in a tender, searing kiss, settling on top of the blond with a sigh. Draco groaned and wrapped his arms around Harry, giving himself over to pleasure.

Harry explored Draco’s moist mouth, tasting chocolate and cinnamon and the underlying wild flavor that he called “essence of Draco”. He really loved the taste of Draco, but this was not where his taste was the strongest. In search a of more concentrated source, Harry pulled his lips away from the blond’s and started working his way down the smooth, toned chest. When he got to Draco’s nipples, Draco arched almost completely off the bed.

Harry smiled. He loved how sensitive his lover was.

After a few nibbles and licks, the small nubs were hard and peaked. Draco was begging now, breathless words spilling from him.

“Merlin... Oh gods, Harry! I...”

Harry smiled and kept licking, using his fingers to roll the other nipple. He wanted Draco nonverbal, so set out to overload him with pleasure. He had planned a special gift for his lover tonight.

Draco’s legs were spread wide and he was shamelessly writhing, clutching at Harry’s sweat slicked shoulders by the time Harry got to his stomach. Licking the sweet smelling skin there, Harry took his time and flirted shamelessly with Draco’s navel before he dipped his head and ran his tongue around the root of Draco’s cock.

“Please,” Draco whimpered, and Harry smiled again. He inhaled deeply, smelling the intoxicating mixture of precome and lemon soap and concentrated essence of Draco.

Running his tongue up to the tip of the weeping cock in front of him, Harry sucked lightly on it and was rewarded with a choked sob and a whimper, followed by a burst of precome into his mouth. Harry swirled the liquid around to savor it. He loved how Draco tasted here, too.

A few bobs of his head up and down had Draco keening his pleasure, his cock wet and hard. After one last kiss to the tip, Harry slid off and smiled at the disappointed moan that came from the blond.

“Turn over, love,” he instructed softly, and Draco flipped himself over, panting.

Harry stared at the two perfect globes in front of him and practically drooled. He loved fucking Draco like this, having the Slytherin on his knees while he pounded into him. But he had something a bit different planned for tonight. He only hoped that Draco wouldn’t be too freaked out.

“Hurry up!” Draco was saying, his face buried in the pillow, ready to be driven into the mattress.

Harry pushed at his lover’s cheeks and Draco eagerly spread his legs, exposing that sweet little pucker Harry loved to fuck.

Taking a deep breath, Harry leaned over and licked a wet line from the indented part of Draco’s spine into his crack. Then, with only a split second’s hesitation, Harry ran the tip of his wet tongue around the hole, swirling once, then twice. The most delicious musky, spicy, Draco taste bombarded him, and he moaned.

Draco froze for a moment. Probably in shock, Harry thought, amused, and then his boyfriend did something Harry had not thought possible. He screamed.

Harry kept licking as Draco alternately begged, moaned and screamed his pleasure into the pillow in which he periodically buried his face. Harry found that short wet stabs of his tongue worked best. Draco practically vibrated when Harry did that.

“You... shit.... oh Merl... guh...”

Harry was throbbing and hard and unspeakably turned on by the sounds Draco was making. He was sure that his lover didn’t remember his own name at this point. He licked and slurped shamelessly, happily listening to his lover losing his mind.

Draco was too busy trying to push his ass further onto that wicked tongue to do anything else. Like think. Even breathing was becoming an issue. He panted, his mind all but gone, drowned in the sensations that were bombarding him.

And then Harry sucked on the hole and pushed his tongue deep, flicking it against the inner walls. Draco’s back arched impossibly and he keened helplessly, his hips pumping against the bed as he came all over the sheets, cock untouched.

Harry hung on, feeling the rippling of Draco’s passage on his tongue, his hands clutching Draco’s hips as his boyfriend convulsed beneath him. It took all of his will power not to shoot his load all over the bed himself.

As Draco settled, his convulsions coming to an end, Harry slicked himself with lube, then maneuvered his cock into Draco’s still pulsing hole.

“Gods, Harry,” Draco moaned, as he felt himself impaled by a thick, throbbing cock. “That feels...”

“Sssso good,” Harry hissed, the sensation of tight hot satin around his sensitive organ making his head spin. Leaning over, he sucked a hard kiss into Draco’s shoulder and then whispered, “You’re incredible.”

Draco moaned and chuckled at the same time, clutching the sheets for support as he felt Harry start a slow glide in and out of his sensitized flesh.

Harry could feel the pull of every inch of Draco’s passage. He pulled the blond up onto his knees, and then flush against him, Draco’s back to his chest, managing to go even deeper. Draco’s arms wound their way around Harry’s neck as he arched back into the thrusts.

A movement out of the corner of his eye caught Harry’s attention, and he looked up to see a mirror perfectly placed to show their reflection. Harry groaned at the incredible sight.

“Look, Dray,” he whispered, never faltering in his movements. “Look at us.”

Draco’s head, which had been resting on Harry’s shoulder, rolled up, and his languid gaze hit the mirror. He moaned. In the flickering candlelight his skin was glistening ivory perfection, every muscle perfectly outlined as he moved in tandem with Harry. Harry’s tanned hand stroking his chest made a striking contrast.

Harry’s emerald eyes caught Draco’s molten silver in the mirror and they watched each other as the raven haired man rocked Draco into oblivion. Harry sucked a kiss into the curve of the blond’s neck, eyes never leaving the mirror. His hands roamed Draco’s body, one finally settling on his hip, the other lightly gripping his reanimated cock as he drove into him.

“Did you like that?” Harry whispered. “Did you like me eating out your hole? You taste so good, I can never get enough.”

Draco whimpered. He was completely overloaded. Harry pounding into him, while he stroked him, while he whispered hot dirty nothings in his ear... it was too much. The Slytherin came with a silent scream, pulsing over Harry’s hand, his ass convulsing and milking Harry’s cock.

Harry’s head snapped back as he drove one more time into the tight hot passage that was sweetly squeezing the come from him. He spasmed, pouring his essence into his lover with a hoarse shout, even as he clutched at Draco’s hips to grind himself deeper.

The two men collapsed in a heap, Harry’s hand stroking Draco’s softening cock, coaxing a few last spurts from it. Lifting his hand to his mouth, Harry licked the remnants of Draco’s come from his fingers.

Draco started shaking, and Harry quickly turned him over to make sure he was ok. Draco was laughing, quicksilver eyes bright with mirth.

“What’s so funny, love?” Harry asked.

“I’m thinking how inconvenient it is to have as incredible a lover as you around,” he said, still laughing. “The world will never know what I have to put up with...”

The rest of his words were smothered by Harry’s lips as he covered Draco’s mouth with his. Draco moaned at the taste. Harry tasted like him. He settled into the bed and, pulling Harry on top of him, proceeded to snog his boyfriend senseless. If Harry liked to taste Draco, Draco liked to taste Harry when he tasted of Draco. Mentally shrugging, the blond chalked it up to yet another kink, and wrapped his sated body around Harry’s.

After all, as long as they were together, neither man cared who tasted like who, as long as they was the only ones doing the tasting.

~Fin