Five Senses

FIVE SENSES

BY LADY FLAME

DISCLAIMER: All characters contained within belong to J K Rowling, and anyone else with a claim, I'm only borrowing them, I'll give them back eventually... XD

WARNING: M/M Slash, Masturbation

FIRST PUBLISHED: 28 August 2006 (edited 3 September 2006)

BETA: Crookshanks

AUTHORS NOTE: I found this scrap of dialogue in an old notebook, and it doesn't fit in with either the 'Look Before You Leap' verse, or the 'Victorian Sex Cry' verse, so I created a new verse to put it in... Welcome to the 'Five Senses' verse!!

HANDS TO TOUCH

Snape being his usual annoying self had paired Harry up with Malfoy for this lesson, but Harry kept finding himself distracted by Malfoy's pale elegant hands, cutting through the tough roots needed for the potion with a silver blade. "Why are you staring at my hands Potter?!" Malfoy sneered. Harry felt unreasonably angry, and for once had a perfect comeback, "I was just thinking that such pretty hands, prove how much of a poncy git you are!!"

"I may be a poncy git as you so quaitly put it, but I believe I'm going to enjoy imagining these hands wrapped around a certain part of your anatomy," and Draco trailed an elegant finger from Harry's jaw down his neck, "and squeezing tight!!"

Harry stared at Draco for a moment, then rolled his eyes, "Yeah right, get over yourself Draco..." And as Harry turned back to cutting his roots, both boys were left wondering why Harry had referred to Draco by his given name, instead of his usual 'Malfoy', and both spent the rest of the lesson in silence considering the matter.

Later...

Harry was wandering the halls after hours, confident that he would go unnoticed in his father's cloak, but as he passed an alcove containing a suit of armor, a voice shouted out "Gotcha!!" And Harry found himself dragged into the alcove, and his cloak pulled from him.

As Harry raised his head, and looked into the eyes of his captor, the eyes that met his were steel grey, and very familiar... "Did you think you could keep fooling me with that cloak of yours, now that I know you've got it, Potter!! Didn't expect me to lay a little trap for you, did you?!" Malfoy hissed, as he gripped the front of Harry's school shirt, which he hadn't bothered to change out of earlier.

Malfoy shifted, so that his left leg was between Harry's own, his thigh pressing not quite gently up against Harry's balls, and maneuvered Harry's hands so that he found his wrists pinned above his head by one surprisingly strong hand, for all that the fingers looked so slim and delicate.

Now that Malfoy had his left hand free, he manuvered it so that he had Harry's throat in his hand, making Harry choke slightly when he squeezed gently, "It would be so simple to end this here... strangle you whilst everyone sleeps, leave you here for Filch to find in the morning. But that would be too easy, your end would be too quick, you wouldn't suffer enough!!"

"When I got the idea for this little trap, I spent many nights in bed contemplating what would be the best punishment, one which would leave you alive, and hating yourself!!" Draco's thumb started to move on Harry's neck, a slow circular caress of his pulse point. "Finally I decided on the perfect punishment..." Draco moved his hand to start unbuttoning Harry's shirt, "I'm going to make you want my touch, need it, beg for it even!! Until you'll do anything I say, even touch me in return, just to earn 'le petit mort'."

Harry stifled a gasp, as one of the hands that he'd described as 'pretty' earlier, made it's way into his shirt, and started to caress his nipple. Cool, smooth, uncalloused fingertips, circling and rolling his nipple between them, and all the while his gaze was trapped by his captors, like a fly in amber the colour of liquid mercury.

The elegant fingers gave Harry's nipple one last squeeze; that left Harry breathless, and arching his chest into the sensation; then continued on their caressing journey down his body, and as they circled and dipped into his bellybutton, Harry found himself helpless, unable to speak, except to moan, and arch his body into the silky touch.

The elegant hand was now pulling on the button and zip of his trousers, and Harry could tell that Draco was just as aroused by this as Harry, for the eyes he stared into were heavy lidded, and the pupils expanded so wide as to swallow the grey. Harry's eyes flicked down to lips that were normally pulled into a thin lipped smirk, but now seemed strangely lush and full, parted on panted breaths, tongue darting across rose petal lips.

Draco's knee; which Harry had almost forgotten about, since he'd been so intent on the actions of his fingers; nudged his legs further apart. A slim hand insinuating itself between Harry and the wall, to push down Harry's trousers and briefs, long fingers briefly cupping and squeezing rounded buttocks, before moving back to Harry's groin.

All Harry could do other than gasp and moan, was stare at Draco's face. Draco wasn't looking in his eyes anymore, his gaze was focused much lower, on newly exposed flesh, and he looked hungry, his tongue licking across his lips more often, like all they wanted to do is taste!! And that thought turned Harry on more than he was willing to admit, as pre-come pooled at the tip of his cock, until it flowed like a river down his cock, where it was caught by a teasing finger. That finger rose until it was in front of his face, and Harry could smell his own emissions, and when the finger rubbed across his lips, Harry let them part, drawing the slender digit into his mouth, where he sucked and swirled his tongue around it, until Draco broke and pulled his finger from Harry's mouth, and replaced it with his own lips and tongue.

As Draco kissed Harry aggressively, his tongue actively seeking out all traces of the fluid that Harry had just licked from his finger, his hand caressed it's way back down Harry's body until he had Harry's sex cupped in his hand. Harry whimpered into the kiss, as his body arched into Draco's touch, as carefully manicured nails scratched at his slit, and down the pulsing vein. Fingertips pulling on his foreskin, then dipping inside to caress the hidden head. Crying out at the loss of sensation as lips pulled away, and fingers moved down to cup and stroke tight balls.

Harry took Draco's whole weight as he pressed his body into to him, Draco's lips tight to his ear as he hissed, "Are you ready to beg yet Harry, ready to beg to touch me, cause that's the only way I'll let you cum..." Harry swallowed a moan, as Draco's fingers slipped behind his balls, and started to massage his perineum, stimulating his prostate from the outside, in a way that always made Harry shiver when he did it to himself, late at night in his own lonely bed, and all he could gasp out was, "Yes!! Please..."

An elegant hand suddenly released Harry's hands from where they had been pinned above his head, leaving them to flop down like a puppet with cut strings. Harry could feel a fumbling against his hip, which he realised was Draco releasing his own prick from the confines of his pants. However, when Harry just stayed there up against the wall, a dazed look in his eye, Draco snorted, and shoved Harry's hand into his pants. "Touch me, idiot!!"

Harry was hesitant at first, but as Draco responded to his touch, with lips, and hands, and hips, gasping moans, and dirty words, the two boys stroked each other to the edge. Harry threw back his head, and almost screamed, "Draco!!" An answering shout of "Harry!!" was muffled as the rumpled blond buried his face into a taut tanned neck.

Harry sat bolt upright in bed, still panting from his intense dream, the warm wet feeling on his belly, and dripping down between his legs, telling him everything he'd didn't want to know... He'd just had the hottest wet dream of his entire life, about DRACO MALFOY!! Harry was so glad he'd started to put a silencing spell on his curtains, since the Voldermort dreams, since he really didn't want to try and explain what had just happened to Ron and the others, and he knew that there would have been questions since he had a tendency to talk in his sleep. Harry quickly grabbed some clothes, and went for a shower before anyone else woke up, and all through his shower, he tried to ignore the flashes of memory from the dream. Until he gave up, and grasped his renewed erection, and stroked off to images of elegant blonds with soft pretty hands touching him all over...

Unbeknownst to Harry, he was not alone in his dreaming... down in the dungeons Draco Malfoy woke in the same instant, in the same state, cursing the 'Boy Who Lived', and if he thought of broad tanned calloused hands as he showered, then it was not a coincidence.

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This was originally going to be a oneshot thing about hands, with a Harry dream, and a Draco dream. However, my muse got in on the act and suggested a story, so this is now Chapter 1 of 5, as we go through the five senses. Next is 'Ears to Hear', and we have our Draco dream, (which Harry will share *lol*), then things get more real, as Harry & Draco respond to the dreams, and get more physical... XD

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love Cara (aka) Lady Flame

HOT by name, HOT by nature.