Laun-Drarry

I moved from the Wizarding World, to live amongst the Muggles, that was five-years ago. It was quiet and peaceful... till he found me. Turned my whole damn world upside-down! No matter where I went, that stupid, idiotic Gryffindor seemed to be there as well. There was no avoiding the prat, everywhere I turned I saw emerald eyes and messy black hair. Slowly and a bit reluctantly (on my part) we became friends, then lovers. And who would of guessed, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy... lovers!?!

The two of us are happy in our little cottage. Neither of us need to work if we don't want to, as we both have more then enough money, but I've found a job I quite enjoy. I own my own Bakery, where I can create all kinds of sweets, for all kinds of clientele. It brings a smile to my face, as I watch children devour my cookies and cakes.

After a long day at work, I came home to find my lover dancing... in the laundry-room! He looked positively delectable, wearing nothing but a pair of my silk pajama-pants. The cerulean fabric hung low on his hips, as they sway to music only he can hear. I walk over and wrap him tightly in my arms, his swaying didn't stop.

"Why, pray-tell, are you wearing my clothes?"

He shivered from the feel of my breath on his ear. And took a shaky breath of his own, before answering.

"Um... I should of done the laundry a few days ago, but kept putting it off. So pretty much everything is dirty. The only thing I could find that wasn't, was this. So there you have it! That is why I'm wearing you clothes," He said with a cheeky grin.

"Take. Them. Off. Harry... Now!" I made sure to growl out every word, in order to get the desired effect.

It worked, he was hard in seconds and scrambling to remove his (my) pants. He stood there, with his beautiful body on display, for me and only me. Every inch of his skin wore a golden tan, even his hard and aching prick was golden. I ran my fingertips over his weeping cock, bringing a startled gasp from his lips. I leant down and took those lips in a firm, but loving kiss, to let Harry know he was mine.

Dropping to my knees, I took him deep into my throat. I felt as though I might gag, as I swallowed around him. I slowly sucked from root to tip, stabbing his slit with the tip of my tongue. His cock began to swell even more in my mouth, so I took him into my throat once more and gave a deep hum, I may love cakes and sweets, but the taste of Harry's seed is pure Ambrosia!

I rose from the ground and lifted Harry, so that he sat on the edge of the dryer. I lowered my trousers and made love to my sweet Harry. The feel of him wrapped so tightly around me, is something I'll never tire. I could feel the slow rocking motion of the dryer, as I emptied myself into my lover. This was something quite new, something I wouldn't mind a repeat of. I smirked to myself, as I thought of fucking Harry on the dryer again, again and again!

The End!!!