Sweet Release

Hey everybody, some of you might have seen my writing because of my story “Times of Surrender.” However, even thought I have been writing for a while I have never written a slash scene so I am hoping that this little tid bit sounds alright. Reviews are always nice and I am one for constructive criticism. Thanks for taking the time to read Sweet Release!


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Harry walked quietly into the Prefect’s bathroom and looked toward the sunken tub. He could just barely make out the head of slicked-back blond hair peeking over the top edge. He breathed a loud sigh of relief. He was twenty minutes late as it was and he had been hoping the pale haired boy would still be waiting for him as they had planned. He shut the entrance to the room and used his wand to cast both a silencing and locking charm. Now that he was here he didn’t want anybody to overhear them or walk in on them.

“You’re lucky I’m still here, Potter.” Draco said crossly without looking to see who it was. He hadn’t needed to, who else would be coming in for a bath just past midnight?

“Like you really would have left. Besides, I got held up by Ron.” Harry moved farther into the room, undressing as he did so. Thick locks of unruly black hair fell into his eyes when he looked down to unbutton the last article of clothing he wore; his shirt.

“Really and what did the Weasel want that was so important?” Draco turned questioning silver eyes upon Harry as he lowered his naked body into the steaming bubble covered water.

“Don’t call him Weasel, Malfoy, and he just wanted to have a bit of a talk.” Harry said before submerging his entire body under the water.

The Slytherin boy brushed his hands across the surface of the water, rolling his eyes at the raven-haired boy’s weak answer. Harry had quite a soft spot when it came to his friends and Draco wasn’t very happy about that. Harry had blown him off on many occasions just so they wouldn’t be suspicious of where he was slipping off to and with whom we was spending his time with. Being weak was definitely one of his downfalls. Harry resurfaced and brushed the water away from his shocking bright green eyes. No matter how many times Draco had seen them, he fell victim to the deep pools of Harry’s soul.

“I don’t see why you just won’t tell your...friends about where you go to all the time.” Draco groused, slipping could pale shoulders under the water for warmth.

“Have you told your friends where you’ve been?” Harry asked irritably. At the blond boys silence he smirked and said, “I didn’t think so. Don’t preach to me about doing something when you won’t even attempt to do it yourself.”

“My being a Slytherin makes my situation a little more challenging. Your Gryffindor cronies would easily forgive you in time. Being form the serpents pit isn’t as simple. My friends would likely make my life a living hell until graduation. I want my last year in this hell hole to at least be as pleasant as possible.” Draco spat out with a murderous look on his pointed face.

“You’d really hide behind the fact that your friends would make fun of you?” Harry came to sit beside his bath mate on the built-in marble bench.

“Sweet Salazar above, Potter, they wouldn’t just make fun of me! You’ve been my enemy since the day you turned down my friendship. If they found out that I shag the “Boy Who Lived” they’ll think I'm weak. They’ll prey on me like some helpless creature shoved into the lions den.” Draco ranted, waving his hands under the water as he talked. Waves of water washed up against Harry’s brawny chest lazily.

“I haven’t come here to fight with you, Draco. I can do that all day long on a regular basis.” Harry said quietly as he placed an arm on the ledge of the tub behind Draco’s shoulders.

“I don’t think I feel like having this little meeting anymore. Not in the mood, I guess.” Draco shoved Harry’s arm out of his way and pushed himself up to sit on the edging. He reached back to grab one of the white fluffy towels that he’d taken from the corner when he felt calloused hands on his thighs. Draco stopped what he was doing and looked down his slim body and into Potters' face.

“I can get you back into the mood.” Harry said silkily as he slowly trailed his hands toward Draco’s flaccid cock. He gave the pale boy a knowing smile when his silver eyes widened slightly.

“So sure of yourself, Potter?” Draco asked coolly, pushing himself up on his elbows to watch from a better angle.

“Yes.” The one word came out gruffly and held all of the sweet promise of what was to be expected.

Harry brought one hand up to slowly caress the soft blond curls that surrounded the base of Draco’s pride. He watched the flesh jump a little at his touch and the corners of his lips twitched again. Slowly he leaned forward, careful not to touch his lover’s cock, and brought his other hand up to cup Draco’s balls as he sucked the loose flesh into his mouth. Draco gasped, releasing the breath he hadn’t known he had been holding. Harry felt his own cock twitch and slowly begin to stiffen with arousal.

Draco tried not to think about Potter touching him. He didn’t want to give the Gryffindor the pleasure of knowing he could turn him on just by simply touching him. Draco had to think about something that would sicken him. Perhaps he could think about Pansy Parkinson lying naked on his bed, trying to throw herself at him like she’d once tried to do. But he was in so such luck. No matter how hard he tried to think about something else he was quickly drawn back to the fact the Harry was sucking at his jewels and he was rather enjoying it.

He sucked one testicle and then the other into his mouth and rolled his tongue over the soft skin. Draco groaned and Harry looked up to see that he had closed his eyes and leaned his head back. There was no escaping the arousal for Draco; he could feel himself growing hard. “Gods, Potter.”

Harry pulled his mouth away with one last gentle suck and said, “I told you that I’d get you in the mood again.” Then he brought his mouth back down to Draco’s body, and he took the half erect member into his mouth and slowly slid his lips down. The boy easily fit into his mouth and that was how Harry liked it; it gave him a comforting sense of closeness he yarned for. Harry’s lips slid easily back up the shaft and his tongue swirled around the sleek tip before he again went back down, the organ growing within his mouth with every move of his tongue. Draco lifted his hips to make Harry take more of him forcefully and moaned deep in his throat when Harry complied.

“Now, now, Draco, I’ll be the one to determine the pace tonight.” Harry said, once free of the pale haired boys flesh. Playfully he nipped the side of the boy’s cock and gave him a warning look. Draco glared down at him for the bite but didn’t say anything. He let Harry work his mouth over him again, fighting the urge to thrust upward.

His green eyes rolled up to look at Draco’s face and Harry slowly wrapped his hand around the boy’s length. He moved it up and down with the same rhythm as his mouth and was pleased with the reaction he received. Draco buried a hand in the damp mop of black hair and tightened his fingers with a moan. Harry withdrew his mouth and ran a pink tongue from base all the way to the tip and gave it a little flick before pulling away completely.

Draco looked down at Harry panting; his cock was throbbing with the need to be touched again. “Don’t stop.”

Harry scooted back in the water and rested on his knees on the marble seat. He gripped Draco behind his knees and with a tug he pulled his lover leisurely back into the water and onto his lap. Draco could feel Harry’s own length pressed snuggly against his. With a wiggle of his hips he worked enough space for his hand to fit between them. He wrapped his hand around Harry’s thick erection and began pumping up and down.

Harry groaned and Draco smirked, “Do you like it when I touch you, Potter? Do you enjoy it when I jerk you off?”

The raven haired boy only answered him with a kiss. A soft touch of lips that invited Draco’s tongue to come play and he readily obeyed. He let his tongue slip into Harry’s mouth and gently stroked his soft tongue. Harry wrapped his arms around the other boy’s shoulders and crushed their bodies closer together before moving one of his hands down, so that it was underneath Draco. One finger circled the outer edge of the puckered hole, teasing the soft flesh before slowly sinking in. When it could move around easily, another finger was added in, twisting and scissoring the entrance to make room for Harry's cock. Draco pulled away from the other boy's lips and began planting little kisses along his jaw and neck causing Harry to shudder under him. Harry pushed Draco back as he removed his fingers from the slightly loosened hole. Lifting him easily in the water, Harry positioned the head of his cock at Draco’s entrance and ever so slowly pushed himself inside. Inch by lengthy inch he pushed the full extent into the boy. Draco’s face held a hint of pain and as Harry began slowly moving his hips the look slowly faded into something more wanton.

Water splashed around them from their movements. Harry pumped into Draco’s tight ass and Draco moved his hips to meet Harry’s. Harry grabbed Draco with both hands round the hips and began pulling him down to him quicker and harder, receiving small whimpers from the pale boy each time their bodies connected. Harry smiled sensually and focused his attention on the slippery, muscular body in his grasp.

Draco arched his back, enjoying the sex, yet Harry’s movements just didn’t seem to satisfy his hunger. Realizing what it was that was preventing him for enjoying his lover completely, he looked up at Harry with lust filled eyes and said, “Potter, stop. Let me change positions.”

Harry complied reluctantly and waited while Malfoy turned around and kneeled on the seat. His ass was just above the surface of the water and his upper body rested on the cold marble floor. He reached over to his folded towel and grabbed a bottle of lube he had brought with him. Looking over his shoulder he handed the bottle to Harry and waited as he put the towel under his torso. Harry admired the nice view of the creamy white skin and then scooted up behind him. Squirting some of the lube into his hand, he rubbed it all over himself. Careful not to go to quick and hurt him, Harry entered Draco again and gasped at how easily he slid in.

“Oh, Godric.” Harry moaned hoarsely and slammed himself into his lover again and again. Draco watched the action from over his shoulder and let his body move freely with Harry’s rhythm.

“Potter…” Draco rasped out and bit his lip. He ground his ass against Harry’s hips as hard as he could, as though he might be able to take more of him in than he had already. An impossibility, Draco knew, because Harry had already shoved every bit of his nine inches into him.

“Call me by my given name, Draco.” Harry insisted with a growl and pounded into him once more. Draco breathed out loudly savoring the feeling of his lover.

“Harder, Harry, harder please!” Draco cried out.

Harry shoved into him as quickly and deeply as possible without slipping. He could feel himself building closer to orgasm, feel the need of release grow stronger. He reached around, grasping Draco's hot, velvety shaft in his hand and pumped it in time with his thrusts.

Draco moaned and bowed his back with pleasure. Panting harder, Draco cried out. “I’m going to come, Harry!”

“Me, too.” Harry said, barely audible above the other boys gasping. He held back and thrust into Draco as hard as he could and felt just when he reached orgasm. Harry stroked into Draco’s limp body and felt himself release. Tired and winded, Harry pulled out slowly and leaned his body across Draco’s back. The pale boys face was pressed to the smooth white marble floor beyond the bunched up towel, trying to get his breathing under control. Harry smiled lazily and snorted. “I told you.”

“Don’t rub it in, Harry. You know I don’t like to lose.” Draco grumbled half heartedly at him. His grin grew wider and he pulled away from him to sit down in the water.

“Oh, come on, Draco, it wasn’t all that bad. You and I both got what we needed.” Harry said, grabbing a rag from beside a nozzle and lathering it up. He washed himself clean of the lube and turned toward Draco. Gently he washed warm soapy water across his back and saw him shiver. “Get back into the water; you’re going to freeze to death.”

“Worried about me, Saint Potter?” Draco asked mockingly as he slipped down into the pool-sized tub.

“I always am.” Harry said defensively and pulled Draco against him. Malfoy didn’t pull away; instead cuddling against Harry’s shoulder. He placed his pale hand across Harry’s tanned chest and it looked oddly out of place.

“Will you ever feel ready to tell anybody about us?” Draco asked softly, afraid of the answer he might get.

“I will; you’ve just told me many times that you weren’t sure that you wanted to let anybody know. I was waiting for the okay.” Harry said quietly brushing a hand through Draco’s drying hair.

“It’s always seemed like you just didn’t want to.” Draco stated and rolled his silver eyes up to look at Harry.

“You were just arguing with me, not even an hour and a half ago, about how you couldn’t tell anybody. What do you want me to do?” Harry asked, seeking some enlightenment from his love.

“I want you to love me, Harry, love me and not be ashamed.” Draco said. He knew he sounded weak and for once he didn’t care. It didn’t matter at all. Harry wouldn’t judge him, and if he did then Draco was no worse off.

“I do love you, Draco. More then you’ll ever know.” Harry put a finger under Draco’s chin and lifted his face. Leaning down, he gave Draco one last lingering kiss.