Falling in Love All Over Again

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you for reading! This is old, but I still like them enough to submit them. It's sortof a sequel to a fanfic I have at www.schnoogle.com, entitled "Blood Clot" under the username "The Ultimate Otaku."

Gah, I really should write some new stuff, though...I love Draco/Blaise, and I'm just dying to see more Harry/Blaise out there. (And I mean male!Blaise, not female. And I mean the non-canonical one, too, that fandom made up).

Thanks for reading!

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"First Time"


by lordoberon


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Draco's POV
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I watched as nervously, with fumbling fingers, he pulled off his jumper and then unbuttoned his shirt – with a little help from my speedy fingers. I obligingly pretended to look at the wall as he pulled his trousers down, but secretly snuck a look, my heart pounding as more and more skin was revealed.

My breath was so fast; I could barely contain my excitement. Heat flushing my skin, I pulled myself to a standing position once more, and pressed up against Potter. Skin to skin, I could feel the muscles of his arms around me and somehow being able to press my fingers finally against the skin above his hips was glorious.

One hand buried in his hair, I trailed a moan-inducing pattern on his neck with my mouth and with my other hand, placed his at his waist. He got the hint and in a moment stood nude before me, blushing but otherwise content to smile at me.

Immediately I had him pushed against the wall and was kissing him furiously, even as I trailed my fingers tentatively, slowly up his thigh to gauge his reaction. Leg muscles twitched in nervousness but I heard his breath catch in his throat and knew he wanted it.

I let my body sink slowly, slowly to my knees, my hands wandering in a lazy way down his legs, tracing the contours of hips and knees and ankles.

Finally I allowed my fingers to slide up to his abdomen, brushing against the soft skin there, caressing. Trembling despite myself I swept my fingers down to that beckoning hardness, marveling at the chiseled strength, the size, the soft skin. A gasp left Potter’s throat as I massaged, gripping, testing, seeing how he reacted to varying pressure.

Then I couldn’t help myself, and leaning forward I let my hands fall and slid my tongue down the length. He was bigger than I thought he’d be and yet also just as I expected, somehow. My tongue explored every crevice, every vein, memorizing each, reveling; my lust increased with every moment. His skin was salty-sweet, his moans creating a knot in my stomach, so badly I wanted him.

I used every trick in the book, going slow and fast, nibbling with my teeth and kissing every inch. I scraped my teeth against the underside of that hardness and in response a pair of hands gripped my shoulders, tightening when a moan didn’t reach deep enough, didn’t make me lose more breath in stiff arousal. Merlin, but he made the most amazing sounds! For once I was glad to be doing this with an inexperienced virgin. That youth, that innocence, the way my every move was a surprise to him; it was wonderful. He didn’t know what to expect at any given moment!

Finally I lost my patience and was too hard to ignore my needs. Licking my lips I swallowed him, pumping my tongue against him. Sucking and sucking again I cherished that heat, the need in his moan, the way he gasped my name and then whimpered when I stopped. He groaned aloud, the erection burgeoning. I was drunk on his name, on his skin, on the very essence of Potter, unable to concentrate on anything but Potter. With a final moan I drank the last as he filled my mouth, and then we both sank down in exhaustion and satisfaction.

I allowed him to slide halfway sitting on my lap, figuring the stone floor mercilessly cold for bare skin, but he was fatigued with pleasure, dizzy and unfocused, and too lazy was I to move to accommodate all of him. The sweat was still on my brow and my entire body felt hotter than fire. His touch of fingers on my lips was a cold relief.

He whispered a thank you and I nodded in return, smiling, allowing him to brush the hair from my forehead. I heard him pulling clothes back on, heard the click of a brown leather belt cinching at the waist, and then he was pulling me up, making me stand, and I was leaning against the wall.

I opened my eyes to see his glittering emerald ones, and lost my breath at the beauty of that gaze. Passion reared its head in me again as I looked him over, noting the low-slung trousers and the messiness of his hair.

Then with an alarming suddenness he pushed me against the wall, his hands flying through my hair and trailing up and down my skin urgent, creating a sizzling friction between us that bit with heat and cold simultaneously. Just as I had found how to rile him up, what were his special spots, he found mine. Aggressive, but god how I loved it, his fingers pushed against me, fondling me, one moment at my crotch, the next my arse, then pulling at my hair and sinking pearly teeth into my neck, covering me with hot kisses everywhere. I loved the way his every move was firm, filled with strength, needy and yet tender, harsh and soft.

He knew I didn’t mind brutality. He reveled in my moan as he nibbled at my neck, and I totally lost my breath when his hands were south of the belt; his was the worst case scenario of a shy virgin, aggressive in fondling to the point of driving me mad. How could he drive me so crazy with me not undressed?

The blood whooshed in my head and I felt my trousers tighten against me as Potter trailed soft kisses down my collarbone, and then his teeth found a hard nipple. Rough, eager, he nibbled and pressed and swept that tongue over every inch. His enthusiasm was amusing and welcome; his delight left me with less and less breath, because he was exploring my body with utter concentration and discovering all the secrets that usually only the skilled and experienced could pull from me.

He undid my belt and I thought he meant to undress me, but instead he only slid my trousers down a little and his mouth found my cock ready beneath the black of my boxers. The cloth wasn’t too much for him to stand and so he teased me, biting through it to tickle the skin beneath with feather sensations. Involuntarily I jerked my hips forward wanting more, wanting that hot mouth on me, but he refused, instead moving to suckle at my thigh, giving me a hickey that only hinted at how luscious a tongue he had and how well he could use it.

What a Slytherin he was in torturing me. How very unlike him to take pleasure in someone else’s agony. Merlin, I didn’t think I could be any harder! My body was a burning fire, every touch of his only igniting it further. Madness. He was driving me to madness.

Grabbing a hold of his wrist I pulled him up and turned him around, pressing that soft arse against me, and letting him feel the need, the tension in my muscles. My mouth by his ear I whispered, “Is this what you want, Potter? Do you want me? Can I make you a man? Will you let me take you…take you so hard, so fast, you won’t even remember the pain once it’s gone…take you…”

His breath was ragged and his hands were on my hips, sweaty and trying to support the rest of his body. He trembled beneath my touch and I saw doubt flicker in his eyes for a moment, but then that mouth puckered in resolve and he closed his eyes so I wouldn’t see how much he needed it, wanted it, would kill me if I didn’t give it to him. “Yes…” It was his only reply, but it was enough.

He slid from his clothes with a whisper of soft cloth and our cloaks were laid out on the floor. I was ready to take him pushed up against the wall, so suffocating was my desire, but I decided I had to be gentler than that. For his sake, I would.

I was about to remove my own clothing but he shook his head, batting my hand away and shimmying me out himself. He stared at me for a moment, and I saw his Adam’s apple move up and down as he swallowed hard. I smiled to stop my laugh and thought to myself, why was virginity so beautiful? So valued? So special that everyone wanted to take it from someone else, be the first to touch the untouched?

It was because of that look Potter got in his eyes. He knew he wanted it, but he didn’t even know exactly what he wanted because it was alien to him. He wasn’t sure if it was right to want it, because he had never wanted it so much before. But he couldn’t repress it. It showed in the glow in his eyes, the languid movements of his limbs, and the sheen of sweat on his forehead.

I pushed him to lie down, straddling him for a moment, and immediately his body responded. Then, turning around, he said, “Is this how it should work? I mean, the cloaks aren’t very soft and I’m not sure I can hold all the weight…” His voice trembled on the last note.

Deciding he had too many little fears, I just stayed silent, and took charge. Grabbing him around his waist I made him face the wall and replied, “I think this will work better.”

He shuddered against my first two fingers, jolting in surprise. Slowly I worked them in and out, widening, exploring, breathless at how tight he was. Then I added a third, and a fourth, and he grunted as my fingers went deeper, but seemed to be in no pain. Then, ready, I pressed myself against him, letting him feel my skin against his, letting him know it was time.

I made the first thrust hard on purpose. It was better to know the pain at its worst than find out about it later. Potter just grit his teeth, a low groan his only reaction as I pushed again, and again, and again.

Finally that first pain was gone and I sped up, making the tempo more normal. I felt the tension leaving his muscles gradually, and a sigh escaped his lips. Merlin, he was tight. I was hard, harder than I thought I’d ever been, and he was tight, slick, soft. Suddenly he responded, his hips pushing back against mine, a low moan coming from him as I pushed in as deep as I could.

His arms against the wall for support, he gasped as I pulled out all the way and then thrust in again; a choked whimper came from him but it wasn’t in pain, it was in pleasure. The passion in me rose higher. His fingers were digging into the moss of the stones, and a harsh expletive came from his mouth as a particularly harsh thrust drove home. I was dizzy with the feeling, the pleasure coursing through me and making every moment closer to my peak.

I took my hands from over his and placed them instead over his hips, grinding him hard. His face was against the wall but he didn’t mind; the sounds told me that well enough. I increased the tempo and it was then that he was shouting, moaning as he reached his peak. I drove him harder, harder, harder; he was stiff with arousal, his eyes closed, his fingertips red from pressing so hard against the wall. Rough was something he didn’t mind either, I realized with a grin.

The sound he made as I moved closer and sucked at his earlobe was amazing; I hadn’t heard such sounds since being a virgin myself. Merlin, but he was gorgeous with his hair all wild and his eyes shining and his body so in tune to mine.

With a gasp of surprise I fell back to sit on the cloaks, with Potter sitting in my lap. The sweat poured from him but my heart pounded with the joy of it all. He reminded me that I wasn’t totally in control; gripping my thighs he pushed himself upward and then sunk down again, making us both gasp at the sensation. Savoring, he pushed deeper, and I laughed as he made a sound of surprise at the feeling it gave him.

Then he was up again, and then down, and the tempo was fast and glorious and he was bouncing against me. I stood up again and moved us to the wall, realized on his next moan that liquid slid down his shaft, pooling at the base. I pushed one final time and we both released, sudden. Finally with a last thrust it was done; he was elated, his throat hoarse from yelling, his skin tender, but more alive than ever before. Then I drank what was left from his still-hard cock, sucking greedily as, again and again, he moaned.

I lay back in the cloaks, exhausted. He lay down beside me, and I closed my eyes. I managed after a few moments to regain my breath and composure, but realized he was staring at me; I could feel his gaze on me. Opening my eyes, I breathed, “What?” My tone came out snappish but it didn’t faze him.

Lazily his gaze trailed over me, and he said simply, “You’re stunning.”

I laughed, and then stopped, because I saw where he stared. I could practically see his mouth watering, so strong were the vibes coming from him. I watched him staring and felt myself getting hard again, and then harder as he watched me getting hard and his mouth dropped open. Sucking in a breath, he swallowed, but didn’t move any closer.

Harder than ever at that display, I lay my head back and tried not to feed his curiousity. But it only increased with my lack of action, and I jumped, startled, when his fingers touched me there. I shook my head, willing him away from an act he had no experience in, but he continued, sliding his hands all over my thighs, my abdomen, gently trailing over my cock. Finally I realized I had to stop it, so I sat up and pushed him over, sliding fingers once more in.

He moaned, and then as I plunged my tongue in, searching for that certain spot I knew, he asked haltingly, “What…ohh…mmm, oh god, yes….what…are you-you doing?” As I obviously couldn’t answer, I didn’t, and then found the spot. Flicking my tongue against the prostate point as a test I delighted in the yell that it resulted in. I wrapped my mouth around and suckled hard, the hardest I could. As I continued he whimpered again, and then when I dared to use my teeth his whole body shuddered. Again and again I drove him to orgasm, so hard I could barely stand it, but so delighted at the same time.

I stopped, licking my lips and laying back down. He lay still, panting, and then rolled back over. Sliding his tongue down my ear, he whispered, “That was good,” and then engaged me in a kiss.
After all that, a kiss seemed so mild, but we were both so aroused that it became brutal. Teeth knocked against teeth and lips bled, and all the while we moaned, and I didn’t even mind when his teeth scraped my tongue; every touch of his was another reason to want him.

His tongue was hungrier than mine. We stopped, and immediately his kiss was at my collarbone, then my navel, and then sneakily he slid his lips over my cock.

He was inexperienced, sloppy, but did more than just do the job. He suckled hard, left me breathless, and then ignored my blatant erection and slid his tongue over the balls, rebellious as ever. His tongue was so good, so hot, I was so hard, mmm but how many sounds came from me…I moaned and whimpered in complaint, cursing his slowness and reveling in his technique. The little fucker was a master! He had no strategy, no tact, no pattern, but it made him unpredictable and he worked every advantage he got. His tongue was a thing to devour me, to defeat me and make me plead for more; I wanted it so much…

He took me, hard and gasping and damn, he thrust so hard…and then when I needed it so much I thought I would burst, he pulled away. I cursed him for it, but then he was tonguing me, and his lips wanted me so much. His tongue pushed against me, and then he swallowed me. His hands were at my arse, fondling the balls, pushing me deeper. I was trying not to be rough but I couldn’t help needing more of that heat, the slick wet well of his mouth with that crazy tongue. I came with a final moan and he drank every drop, and then more as just watching him swallow it aroused me further. Licking, drunk on it, his tongue wandered all over the shaft, getting the last from the base, sucking on every inch of skin.

I turned around and gripped hold of his cock, taking it in, pushing him in where he absolutely needed to be. Again he took me, over and over, a thousand times it seemed, but I never tired of it for a moment. I felt like a virgin again, screaming and moaning and breathing so hard my whole body shook, reveling in the strength of every thrust.

Finally, even Potter’s restless energy seemed to have left him, and he disengaged and we both lay back on the cloaks, panting. For a long while the only sound in the room was our ragged breathing. Then I could breathe normally, and took a long inhale through my mouth, licking my dry and swollen lips.

I noticed Potter doing the same out of the corner of my eye and chuckled. Turning to look at me, he asked, “What?”

“Nothing. It’s just…it’s nothing. I’m just glad you’re such a virgin.”

He looked a little insulted but then sat up, asking, “What do you mean?” He sounded genuinely curious.

“The way you take everything. Innocent. Eager. Not at all sadistic or with ulterior motives. Honest. …I like it.”

He smiled, and I fell in love with him all over again.

~END

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks for reading! Reviews appreciated.