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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
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2,068
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2
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Help me!
After reading this one shot, you will maybe ask WTF?
It's just pwp... But, *g*, what if it's based on RL? What if you're called for help and you are presented with... well!
Help me?
“Oh, PLEASE, please help, help me…”
The kitchen knife cut deep into the tip of Harry’s left index finger. Blood was gushing immediately over the slices of tomatoes and boiled eggs he was preparing for breakfast.
“Help…”
DRACO!
There wasn’t any time to lose!
Taking two steps at once, Harry was up the first floor in no time. Cursing under his breath, he tripped over a pair of crumpled up jeans when he rushed toward the bedroom. Why the fuck did they always have to toss their clothes right and left on their way there?
“You’ve GOT to help me…” The miserable voice made Harry double his speed. This was urgent!
Kicking a sneaker aside, he pushed the bedroom door wide open. Adjusting his eyes at once to the dim light, he could make out Draco’s oddly cramped form beneath the duvet.
“What…?”
A low whimper was the only answer.
Harry was on his knees beside the bed in no time. Tearing at the duvet frantically, searching for Draco’s blond head beneath, Harry’s voice toppled over.
“DracOOO!”
At last Harry was able to uncover Draco’s face. His heart missed a beat when a well known smirk welcomed him.
“Draco???”
Draco pushed the duvet aside, exposing his perfect naked body. Theatrically he grabbed for his erect member, waving it in front of Harry’s face.
“I wondered if you could help me with this?“
The swollen, purple head of the promising cock and Harry’s nose were only inches apart.
“You see, it’s been hurting so badly ever since you’ve left me…”
The tip of Draco’s cock was gently rubbing Harry’s nose.
“Please, can you fix me up again?” The innocent question was accompanied by an even more innocent upward glance.
Adrenalin made Harry’s stomach clench and unclench in rapid succession. Fear alternated with relief, rage was substituted with a thirst for vengeance.
“YOU…”
Harry was silenced right away.
Grabbing the shock of black hair in a tight grip in one hand, and pushing Harry’s head down, Draco forced his hard cock into Harry’s opened mouth.
Harry closed his lips around the stiff member instinctively. With ease he met the rhythm of the demanding hand, which was pulling his head up roughly, and pushing it down again. And up, and down. When the roots of his hairs started to hurt and his jaws began to ache, Draco’s other hand joined in.
Harry’s fingers were aimlessly groping for support, trying to get a hold on the edge of the bed. Draco enclosed Harry’s head in a tight grip. Even if he had wanted to, Harry couldn’t escape being face-fucked. Soon saliva was running down Harry’s chin; he wasn’t able to swallow properly any more. And the slamming increased.
With a loud groan, Draco forced Harry’s head back his neck by pulling his hair. He thrust his prick deep down Harry’s throat once more, then let it glide out with excruciating slowness. Gasping hard, Draco aimed his prick directly into Harry’s face, and shot his violent orgasm right into Harry’s opened mouth. Watching his semen trickle down Harry’s generous lips made Draco jerk off once more. With another groan he leaned in and captured the bruised lips in a greedy kiss, eager to lap up what Harry hadn’t already swallowed.
It was Harry to break the mad dance of their tongues. He grabbed for Draco’s ankles, jerked him on his backside and spread his legs wide apart. The jar with the lube was all ready on the bedside table. It just took a few seconds to unscrew it, plunge into it and smear a good handful of the soft jelly in and around Draco’s tiny hole. Rubbing the rest hastily onto his cock, Harry forced Draco’s non-resistant arms behind his head by his wrists. Without any prelude he pushed against the tight ring. Pitiless he thrust his cock all the way in, squeezing his balls by the impact. He pulled out until the head touched the rim again, only to push back into. And out. And in. And out. Both of them screamed when Harry pulled out completely, pushed three of his fingers all the way up instead and jerked off all over Draco’s flat stomach.
Totally exhausted, Harry collapsed upon Draco’s sweat-covered chest. When his breathing returned to normal, he rolled off weakly.
“WOW!” Harry could only gasp.
“Wow!” Draco confirmed faintly.
With a cautious touch, Harry examined his jaws. “Forget about breakfast.”
Draco’s smirk was half-hearted. He shifted uncomfortably. “Don’t expect me get out of bed today…”
It did hurt, but Harry snorted nonetheless. “Next time you need some help, be sure we both can take it!”
It's just pwp... But, *g*, what if it's based on RL? What if you're called for help and you are presented with... well!
Help me?
“Oh, PLEASE, please help, help me…”
The kitchen knife cut deep into the tip of Harry’s left index finger. Blood was gushing immediately over the slices of tomatoes and boiled eggs he was preparing for breakfast.
“Help…”
DRACO!
There wasn’t any time to lose!
Taking two steps at once, Harry was up the first floor in no time. Cursing under his breath, he tripped over a pair of crumpled up jeans when he rushed toward the bedroom. Why the fuck did they always have to toss their clothes right and left on their way there?
“You’ve GOT to help me…” The miserable voice made Harry double his speed. This was urgent!
Kicking a sneaker aside, he pushed the bedroom door wide open. Adjusting his eyes at once to the dim light, he could make out Draco’s oddly cramped form beneath the duvet.
“What…?”
A low whimper was the only answer.
Harry was on his knees beside the bed in no time. Tearing at the duvet frantically, searching for Draco’s blond head beneath, Harry’s voice toppled over.
“DracOOO!”
At last Harry was able to uncover Draco’s face. His heart missed a beat when a well known smirk welcomed him.
“Draco???”
Draco pushed the duvet aside, exposing his perfect naked body. Theatrically he grabbed for his erect member, waving it in front of Harry’s face.
“I wondered if you could help me with this?“
The swollen, purple head of the promising cock and Harry’s nose were only inches apart.
“You see, it’s been hurting so badly ever since you’ve left me…”
The tip of Draco’s cock was gently rubbing Harry’s nose.
“Please, can you fix me up again?” The innocent question was accompanied by an even more innocent upward glance.
Adrenalin made Harry’s stomach clench and unclench in rapid succession. Fear alternated with relief, rage was substituted with a thirst for vengeance.
“YOU…”
Harry was silenced right away.
Grabbing the shock of black hair in a tight grip in one hand, and pushing Harry’s head down, Draco forced his hard cock into Harry’s opened mouth.
Harry closed his lips around the stiff member instinctively. With ease he met the rhythm of the demanding hand, which was pulling his head up roughly, and pushing it down again. And up, and down. When the roots of his hairs started to hurt and his jaws began to ache, Draco’s other hand joined in.
Harry’s fingers were aimlessly groping for support, trying to get a hold on the edge of the bed. Draco enclosed Harry’s head in a tight grip. Even if he had wanted to, Harry couldn’t escape being face-fucked. Soon saliva was running down Harry’s chin; he wasn’t able to swallow properly any more. And the slamming increased.
With a loud groan, Draco forced Harry’s head back his neck by pulling his hair. He thrust his prick deep down Harry’s throat once more, then let it glide out with excruciating slowness. Gasping hard, Draco aimed his prick directly into Harry’s face, and shot his violent orgasm right into Harry’s opened mouth. Watching his semen trickle down Harry’s generous lips made Draco jerk off once more. With another groan he leaned in and captured the bruised lips in a greedy kiss, eager to lap up what Harry hadn’t already swallowed.
It was Harry to break the mad dance of their tongues. He grabbed for Draco’s ankles, jerked him on his backside and spread his legs wide apart. The jar with the lube was all ready on the bedside table. It just took a few seconds to unscrew it, plunge into it and smear a good handful of the soft jelly in and around Draco’s tiny hole. Rubbing the rest hastily onto his cock, Harry forced Draco’s non-resistant arms behind his head by his wrists. Without any prelude he pushed against the tight ring. Pitiless he thrust his cock all the way in, squeezing his balls by the impact. He pulled out until the head touched the rim again, only to push back into. And out. And in. And out. Both of them screamed when Harry pulled out completely, pushed three of his fingers all the way up instead and jerked off all over Draco’s flat stomach.
Totally exhausted, Harry collapsed upon Draco’s sweat-covered chest. When his breathing returned to normal, he rolled off weakly.
“WOW!” Harry could only gasp.
“Wow!” Draco confirmed faintly.
With a cautious touch, Harry examined his jaws. “Forget about breakfast.”
Draco’s smirk was half-hearted. He shifted uncomfortably. “Don’t expect me get out of bed today…”
It did hurt, but Harry snorted nonetheless. “Next time you need some help, be sure we both can take it!”