The One He Loves The Most
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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Category:
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,285
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The One He Loves The Most
Disclaimer: Not now, nor have I ever own(ed) HP and Co. That belongs to JKR, Warner Bros, and various publishing companies.
The One He Loves The Most
His long, pale hands explore the body sitting in front of him. He lovingly strokes the expanse of creamy white skin on the man he loves more than anyone in the world. A breath hitches as the deft fingers on his left hand trail the outline of the dusky skin of a nipple and he takes his sweet time pinching and twisting the tortured bit of flesh. His right hand teasingly skims down the body’s hip and across the stomach.
Bypassing the long, hard length in front of him, he cups the testicles alternating between squeezing gently and running his nails through the sparse hair. When he feels enough moans and whimpers have been successfully drawn from his lover, he licks his hand and firmly grasps the cock, pulling it in slow, languid strokes.
He quickens his pace as he can sense the impending orgasm approaching. Removing his other hand from the now bruised nipples, he uses it to hold down a hip to keep his beloved’s body from wriggling around too much. A loud cry echoes throughout the otherwise silent room as spurts of white shoot out onto him and the floor.
After taking several moments to catch his breath and calm his heaving chest, Draco Malfoy finally manages to reach for his wand and murmur a cleaning spell. Having fully satisfied the only person he loves, he feels ready to take his shower. With a smirk, he leans over and places a soft kiss on the reflective piece of glass, before rising and starting his day.
The One He Loves The Most
His long, pale hands explore the body sitting in front of him. He lovingly strokes the expanse of creamy white skin on the man he loves more than anyone in the world. A breath hitches as the deft fingers on his left hand trail the outline of the dusky skin of a nipple and he takes his sweet time pinching and twisting the tortured bit of flesh. His right hand teasingly skims down the body’s hip and across the stomach.
Bypassing the long, hard length in front of him, he cups the testicles alternating between squeezing gently and running his nails through the sparse hair. When he feels enough moans and whimpers have been successfully drawn from his lover, he licks his hand and firmly grasps the cock, pulling it in slow, languid strokes.
He quickens his pace as he can sense the impending orgasm approaching. Removing his other hand from the now bruised nipples, he uses it to hold down a hip to keep his beloved’s body from wriggling around too much. A loud cry echoes throughout the otherwise silent room as spurts of white shoot out onto him and the floor.
After taking several moments to catch his breath and calm his heaving chest, Draco Malfoy finally manages to reach for his wand and murmur a cleaning spell. Having fully satisfied the only person he loves, he feels ready to take his shower. With a smirk, he leans over and places a soft kiss on the reflective piece of glass, before rising and starting his day.