The Conversation

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The Conversation

Draco made his way towards Potter who was still leaning against the wall, panting slightly. Steeling every nerve and cell against utter rejection, Draco leaned on one arm over him, realizing how small he really was. There'd been rumours of malnourishment in school, but he'd never believed them until now. How could anyone be that small?

Potter's attention was now on him fully, and as the post-orgasmic haze started fading and recognition started setting in, Draco decided that it was now or never.

"Potter, you're hot and I'm horny," he started without preamble. "I don't care what went on in the past - it's the past. I was a stupid jerk, you were a stupid jerk, who cares we were kids. I want to fuck you. Can we go somewhere?"

Potter was staring at him like he could barely believe what he was hearing. First Blaise now Malfoy, the fuck am I? A Slytherin-Sex Magnet? In spite of his thoughts, he found himself nodding, and Malfoy's face was nearly split in two by his smile. His answering smile made Malfoy's face shine, almost glowing.

He leaned in closer, and nibbled on Potter's earlobe. "I'd ask your place or mine, but I think the hotel's closer." It was more of an exhalation with words than actual speaking, but the hot breath on Potter's ear made him shiver. Incredibly, he was getting hard again, despite having come so short a time before. Taking Draco's lead, Harry followed him from Raine, and waited while he pressed the button at the cross-walk. Like the club, the hotel was half muggle, half wizard, and just the sight of two of the richest wizards in Britain was enough to send the workers scrambling to give them whatever they needed. Harry didn't understand how it worked. He'd always assumed that if you didn't have the money on you, they wouldn't allow you anything, but the girl at the front desk handed Draco papers to sign, something of a contract agreement that their fees would be paid by owl in the morning, or whenever they could contact Gringotts. The lobby was as sexy as the club was quiet, and Harry was growing bored, but before his erection could fade away completely, Draco had dragged him into the elevator, and pressed the button for their floor. Immediately the blond's lips attached themselves to Harry's, and they were kissing, and it was erotic, and deep, and everything a kiss should have been, without being wet or sloppy. When Draco moaned against him and started grinding their hips together Harry nearly went boneless against the wall of the small lift. Draco was more than strong enough to hold them both up, and did so, pressing their erections together again.

"Fuck, Harry, I can't wait to get you fucking naked under me," Draco gasped out, and Harry moaned loudly in response. The elevator dinged open, and they tumbled out into what Harry assumed was the hall, until his back met the couch. He had only a few moments to realize that it was the penthouse room, and then Draco had swept him off his feet - literally - and was making his way into the bedroom.

Dumping his charge off unceremoniously onto the bed, Draco began stripping, nearly tearing his clothes off in his haste to be free of their confines. Not caring where they fell, he was down to his pants and realized that Harry was still clothed. With a naughty smirk, he touched his wand, and spelled them off. The sight of clothed-then-naked Harry made him groan, and he barely restrained himself from jumping him.

Making short work of his pants, Draco joined Harry on the bed, and resumed kissing him, and this time there was nothing between hot sweet skin to skin contact. Draco twisted two fingers up into Harry's entrance after dousing them with lube from his pocket, and was rewarded with Harry's hips lifting up and a jagged moan.

"God, Draco.. again.." he whispered, and Draco shuddered to hear his name from Harry's lips like that. Never one to turn down a polite request, Draco fucked Harry with his fingers until he was writhing with need, and only when he started begging did Draco relieve him and shove his cock into Harry's well-stretched hole. It took a few thrusts and a few shifted angles but when Harry jerked and nearly screamed, he grinned wickedly. "Found it," he whispered, and began thrusting again and again, feeling Harry's body all around him and loving it.

The constant pressure on his prostate plus the divine feeling of being fucked by Draco Malfoy at last were building up in Harry, and he couldn't find the strength to hold his orgasm off for long. When he came, it was with Draco's name on his lips and stars in his eyes, and Draco wasn't far behind him.

He collapsed next to the smaller man, yawning, and fell asleep quickly.

He awoke some time later to a hot wetness surrounding his cock, and moaned, looking down to see Harry's dark hair between his legs. He was hard again, and Harry was doing wicked things with his tongue.

"Stop," Draco said after a while. "I want to fuck you again." Harry's eyes seemed almost black in the near-darkness of the hotel room, but his smile was evident.

"Lay on your back," Harry instructed, and Draco shifted so that he was laying on his back, his erection curving upwards and away from his body. Harry straddled his hips, and seated himself on it, throwing his head back and moaning as Draco entered him again. He picked himself up and dropped, causing both of them to cry out loudly, and then Draco braced himself, and pushed his hips up to meet Harry's next downward thrust. Harry leaned slightly, and they repeated, and then Harry was shuddering as Draco's cock once again found his prostate.

"FUCK." He whispered. "Fuck yes.. God that feels sooo..." he trailed off, one hand making its way up his chest to tweak at his own nipple while the other braced him on the bed. Draco's hips snapped up to meet his with every downward push, and it wasn't long before the both of them were coming again.

Instead of pulling himself off of Draco's softening length, he simply laid forward with Draco still inside him. Squeezing gently with his muscles, he traced patterns on Draco's chest while they caught their breath.

"I don't know if I can do that again," Draco murmured, and Harry wiggled.

"I'm sure we can get it up at least once more tonight," he said, and as he spoke Draco proved him true by hardening again, still inside him.

"God, that feels amazing," he whispered, arching his back again, and didn't object when Draco rolled them over so that he was once again above him. Drawing out slowly, Draco resumed their shagging with a much quieter pace. The slow burn of Draco's cock pulling in and out of his body an inch at a time was driving Harry crazy, and he longed to force him to go faster. Wrapping his legs around Draco's waist, he tried to do just that, but Draco thwarted his plans by pushing his legs up and against his chest. The new position let Draco's cock reach new depths inside him and he moaned.

Drawing it out for as long as possible, their third fuck was much more leisurely than the first two, and Harry's orgasm was less firey heat and more simmering burn. When Draco threw his head back and pumped his seed into Harry's body Harry squeezed him again, and then allowed him to fall next to him with no arguments. Thoroughly sated, and thoroughly exhausted, the two men fell into a deep sleep, curled in the other's embrace.

The next morning, Harry woke to blonde hair tickling his nose and grinned like a maniac remembering their shagging. Pressing himself closer to the blond wizard, he waited for him to wake up, planning suggestions to get them into the shower together.

-fin-

XDD I don't know where this came from. I'm not in the mood for deep, sexy love-making, so you're going to have to make do with fast hard shagging. Thanks for reading!!