Epic Love

All I ever wanted was a normal life, and instead I’m forced to live the epic tale of good versus evil, betrayal, and battles of life and death. The least the bloody fates could have given me is my one true love and I’d have my own fairy-tale. About the same time I thought this, Draco Malfoy quite literally fell into my lap.

As far as entrances go, I’ve seen better; however, as far as memorable ones; Draco wins. But then, who wouldn’t want the face of a beautiful blond in their lap? Of course, the context left a lot to be desired, but hey, beggars and choosers and all that.

“Bloody hell, that’s the last time I smile anything a house elf gives me.”

I smirk and wriggle my hips, purely to let Malfoy know that he’s on me. Slowly, he rolls his head off my lap and I spare a moment to mourn the loss. Draco looks up and me, actually it’s more like he tries to squint up at me with one eye fully open.

“Bugger it all. I hate life.”

I smirk again, realizing it’s probably something I learned from Draco, but hey, if it works, why not use it?

“What exactly did the house elves give you?”

Draco shrugged and awkwardly scrambled into a sitting position. Instead of having his face in my lap, he is now straddling my knees.

“Dunno, don’t care. It was good, and that’s all that matters. I figured I deserved it as I’d just hosted a party at the manor that included every Death Eater. I needed something to help me out. I blame you.”

I leaned back down and folded my hands under my head, looking up at the sky. It’s clear, blue and really not that interesting. A pair of hands burrowing themselves under my shirt completely captured my full and undivided attention. Those hands are long fingered, soft, warm, but talented and deceptively strong. They bunch my shirt up, baring my chest and stomach, and those amazing hands just settle themselves over my nipples. I close my eyes when a wet tongue traces around my belly button before dipping in. Although it tickles, I can’t help arching up into it. The incredible things Draco can do with his tongue should come with a warning.

“Draco, you’re stoned.” There really isn’t any way I’m going to stop him; Draco is a big boy after all.

“I’m horny is what I am.”

Eyes still closed, I spread my arms to each side and say, “I’m all yours.”

I feel the chuckle against my abdomen. I let my mind wonder, completely giving myself to the feelings Draco invokes in me. His hands are seemingly everywhere; caressing, massaging, keeping me guessing as to where they would touch next. His mouth followed his hands; a kiss, a lick or a bite landing across my chest.

When I feel Draco’s hands on my cock, I hadn’t realized that he’d undone my trousers. My hips buck when he completely engulfs me in his mouth.

I open my eyes and look down my body to find Draco’s robe hiked up, his lily-white ass in the air, and my dick in his mouth. I almost come then. Of course, that’s when an evil glint enters Draco’s eyes, and he pulls his mouth off of me.

“You know, you could help out here. This is supposed to be a two person activity.”

I smile and wriggle my hips, causing my dick to bobble and Draco’s eyes to zero in on it.

“You’re the one who’s horny.”

After a lick and a suck to the head of my cock and he retorted, “This tells me I’m not the only one.”

I shrug again, and replied, “I like to watch.”

So, I watch as Draco reached behind himself, and yeah, that’s hot. I watch as his hips move and his dick bounces, and I want it. I reach for my own cock, but Draco stops, which is bad, and glares, which is…cute, considering the situation. With an unrepentant smirk, I replace my hand to my side.

Draco smiles in satisfaction, then winks at me and turns around, giving me a perfect view of that ass I want to be buried in. Unbelievably, what I see only makes me harder, makes me want him more. I can’t help myself as I reach up and spread his cheeks more. There, buried in his hole is a silver dildo, one I recognize very well.

Draco buries his nose in my crotch, swallowing around the head of my dick. In response, I bury my face between those delectable globe, tonguing the stretched hole, tasting rubber, peach flavored lube, and Draco. Draco’s moan reverberates up my cock.

I pull my face back and grab hold of the dildo, slowly pulling it out until just the tip remained. Draco’s hips try to follow the movement, his hole hungry to be filled, and I laugh. I twist the fake cock, knowing he can feel the ridges it’s decorated with. As I twist it, I push it back in, and Draco grunts. He noisily slurps my dick, adding suction to the head. I drag my tongue over his swinging sacs, over his perineum, all the while fucking him with the dildo.

As much as I want to keep this up, and I do so love the noises coming from Draco, I want more. I sharply jerk my hips up, causing Draco to gag a little. He gets the message and glares at me from over his shoulder. I just smile as innocently as I can, consider I have my hands on his ass, and his taste in my mouth.

I pull the dildo out all the way and toss is to the side. Thankfully, Draco is pretty smart, because his glare turns to a smile since he got the message. He sits up and scoots forward, his hands pressing in to my thighs. I grab hold of my cock, steadying it, with one hand. With the other, I grab Draco’s hip and guide him into position.

“Sit down Draco. And do it slowly, I want to watch.”

Draco looked over his shoulder and tosses out, “Voyeur.” But, he does what he’s told and slowly sits on me. I watch as his greedy whole gobbles up my dick. I feel every twitch of his inner muscles as he lowers himself. He’s tight, despite the dildo.

“Just ride it, Draco, and I’ll enjoy.”

Draco’s breath hitched as he was finally seated all the way, his ass fully in my lap.

“God, but you’re impossible. You haven’t done a single thing to help.”

I watch Draco ride me; I watch my dick disappear inside him, only to reappear, slowly, and wetly.

“I provided the dick you’re so eagerly fucking yourself on.”

As Draco speeds up, both of us seem to deep talking unnecessary, which is a great thing, because that leaves Draco’s mouth to make those delicious sounds again. It really doesn’t take long for either of us to finish, which is sad, because I really do believe I could stay buried in Draco for close to eternity.

Draco lifts off of me with a wet squelching sound, then turns to face me, still straddling my hips. His now flaccid dick leaves a trail of cum on my dick, then my stomach as he stretches forward to kiss me.

And that’s what I missed without realizing it. Just the simple feel of his lips pressing against mine is what I want, what I need.

He murmurs against my lips, “I have to be going.”

I nod, not wanting to say anything. With one last kiss, Draco leaves. I hear the soft ‘pop’ of apparition, and I’m alone again.

My shirt is still bunched up under my armpits, my parts are undone and my soft penis is out for the world to see. I make not move to put myself to rights though. Instead, I gaze at the sky, still clear and blue, still uninteresting. My mind wanders to epic battles of good versus evil, life and death fights and true love. So my life isn’t perfect, but it’s mine.


**Short author’s note**
This is the result of me being bored while sitting in Arabic class. It’s not my best piece of work, but I enjoyed it. Of course, the fact that it’s smut and doesn’t really have any redeeming qualities doesn’t hurt either. Maybe I should get bored in Arabic more often. *smiles* Alright beeka, enjoy.