Sinfully Addictive

Harry flushed the toilet and exited the cubicle. He turned the taps on the sink and began to wash his hands. As he shook the excess water off his hands, he looked up to see the reflection of Draco Malfoy standing behind him, with a smirk on his face.

Harry sighed, “I’m not in the mood to argue right now, Malfoy,” he said, turning to face his blonde rival.

“That’s good. Neither am I…”

Draco leapt at him so quickly that Harry never had the chance to defend himself. He was grabbed by the hair and flung against the wall. With a muttered “incarcerous”, ropes flew out to hold Harry in place, with his arms pinned above his head.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Malfoy?” Harry screamed. “Let me go, you bastard!”

“Everyone is sick of your moping, Potter. The teachers are at a loss of what to do with you, and you’re making your friends miserable,” Draco said, eyeing his fingernails as though he hadn’t just captured and bound his nemesis.

“What the hell do you care?” Harry asked angrily.

“I don’t care. Not really. But everyone acting the way they are is starting to piss me off. I’m sick of everyone tip-toeing around your feelings. So I’ve decided to do something about it,” Draco finished with a calculating smirk, eyes wandering up and down Harry’s body.

“What are you going to do to me?” Harry asked, beginning to worry. He tried to pull against his binds, but they only tightened around his wrists and pinned him tighter against the wall.

“Well, you’re going to feel something other than misery for awhile,” Draco said, pleased with how well his restraints were working.

“You can’t just tell me how to feel, Malfoy,” Harry spat.

“No, but I can make you…” Draco replied, advancing on Harry.

Harry squirmed uncomfortably in the ropes. “I’ll scream. I’ll scream so bloody loud the whole school will hear! You won’t get away with this! I saved all your arses, do you really think they will stand for the way you’re treating me?”

“Calm down, I don’t want to have to silence you,” Draco said, leaning in close to Harry. He swiped his tongue along the shell of Harry’s ear. “I want to hear all those throaty moans you’re going to make,” he whispered.

The purr and insinuation in Draco’s voice sent shivers down Harry’s spine, and much to Harry’s horror, jolts straight to his cock.

“What?” Harry whispered incredulously.

“You heard me, Harry,” Draco replied, beginning to unbutton Harry’s shirt.

“S-Stop it...what are you doing?” Harry squeaked.

“Making you feel better,” Draco replied casually.

“Right now all you are making me feel is scared,” Harry said shakily.

Draco smirked, evil glinting in his eyes. “That won’t be a problem.”

Draco finished unbuttoning Harry’s shirt, and pulled it open. He stopped to admire the ryffindor’s well-toned chest, reaching out a pale slender hand to touch the smooth skin in front of him.

Draco’s feather-light touch caused Harry to shiver, making his skin break out in goose-bumps and hardening his nipples.

Draco smirked at this reaction, and leaned in to swipe his tongue across Harry’s right nipple. Harry’s mind was angry with the way Draco was treating him, but his cock seemed to have other ideas. He was hardening, and he hoped to Merlin that Draco wouldn’t notice.

Unfortunately, Draco moved his hands down to Harry’s belt, and began to unbuckle it. Every movement bringing him closer to Harry’s arousal. Harry began to squirm his hips around in an attempt to stop Draco from going any further.

Draco looked up from Harry’s buckle to see anxiousness written all across Harry’s face. He was about to ask Harry what his problem was, when he noticed the bludge straining to release itself from it’s cloth prison.

“Uh…” Draco smiled. He continued to undo Harry’s pants, freeing his erection to the cool air. Harry whimpered under the intense gaze he was receiving from his rival.

Draco wrapped his hand around the warm flesh of Harry Potter and began to pump slowly. Harry’s breath hitched and his eyes shuttered closed. He had never been touched in an intimate way by another person before. And the fact that it was another boy touching him, his rival no less, made Harry feel incredibly dirty.

“M-Malfoy...stop...please,” Harry stammered.

“You know, Potter, it’s hard to believe you really want me to stop when you keep arching your hips so beautifully towards me,” Draco replied.

“But...this is so wrong,” Harry breathed, struggling to concentrate on forming sentences when such a skilled and devious hand was corrupting him.

“Maybe. Kind of exciting though isn’t it? To know that someone could walk in at any moment, to see you hard and panting for your enemy?”

“N-No…” Harry whispered, a glint of defiance working it’s way into his expression.

“No?” Draco challenged.

He gave a particularly fierce twist of his wrist, watching in delight at Harry’s face screwed up in pleasure.

“Ngh…”

“Well?” Draco asked.

“No.” Harry said firmly.

“Hmm...maybe you need a little more persuading?” Draco suggested, giving Harry a sly wink.

Harry’s eyes widened as he watched the blonde Adonis lower himself onto his knees, and proceed to take Harry into his mouth. He teased Harry with his tongue, sending the raven-haired boy into a frenzy of pleasure.

“Fuck! Oh...god…” Harry was panting and writhing within his binds against the wall. He had given up all hope of his mind fighting back against this torture as soon as the wet heat of Draco’s mouth had assaulted his senses.

“Mal...Malfoy...I’m going to….” he warned.

Harry threw his head back against the wall and let out a low growl as he came forcefully into the blonde’s mouth. Draco greedily swallowed every drop, coaxing everything possible out of the boy above him. Harry’s head was swimming in clouds of lust and confusion. He wondered why Draco would go to such lengths to cheer him up. It seemed to Harry that Draco’s actions were a little extreme for such a trivial thing, but he pushed those thoughts out of his head so he could enjoy the sight of a flushed and dishevelled Draco Malfoy licking the last of his come off his lips for a little longer.

Draco grinned up at the satisfied look on Harry’s face, and rose to his feet.

“Feel better?” He asked, his voice husky from deep throating Harry.

Harry thought of trying to deny it, but the knowing smirk on Draco’s face encouraged him to simply give a giddy nod.