Getting off And Getting Even

Getting Off And Getting Even...by Samayel

Harry and Draco were comfortably ensconced in a rather large and unused private suite that graced the third floor of Hogwarts. At the moment, they were standing face to face, clothes half off, pressed close to one another while they snogged, hands working on each others erections or holding each other steady. No one would have believed it if they'd seen it, but they'd come to a sort of mutual understanding a few weeks before...mostly owed to rampant erections even while they were arguing. At some point it finally seemed smarter to just snog than yell...and things had been surprisingly fun since then.

They still argued in the halls, but the insults were half-hearted at best, and made tolerable by the fact that they both knew they were kidding to cover up their recent trysts. Neither of them had all that much experience, so it had wound up being a great deal of innocent fumbling and experimentation, and only recently had actual conversation about it become something they were semi-comfortable with.

Their kisses only paused to whisper encouragements or because of stifled moans of pleasure, then continued with a new fervor. It was only their fifth time doing these kinds of things together, and Harry brought his best to it, using a little trick involving his thumb constantly brushing over the head of Draco's rampant prick. Each time he did it, Draco moaned into his mouth in a way that was wickedly satisfying.

Draco pulled free of the snog and flopped his head on Harry's shoulder. Their robes were on the bed, but their uniforms were puddled around their ankles and their shirts were mostly undone. He whispered his excitement to Harry as he went over the edge.

"Oh....OOH! Pot...Potter...that's...I'm...oh!!! Uff!" His prick began to spurt come into Harry's hand, soaking the fingers in moisture and slickness while Harry refused to let go and milked him of every last drop. Draco's grip on Harry's cock slackened for a bit, but once the orgasm had faded slightly and Draco was just gasping for breath and and smirking happily, he took up his pace once again, while Harry nibbled on his neck in a way that was pleasantly distracting.

"Merlin! Potter, that thing...with your thumb. I gotta give credit where it's due! That was brilliant! Mmmm. Where'd you learn that!"

Harry was savoring the feel of Draco's skillful fingers tugging at his prick just right, and he was so close to the edge that he could feel the pressure building fast. It was hard to focus enough to answer.

"Yeah...aw...keep...keep going! Ah...ah...I learned that...with Ron. Thank him sometime."

The hand wrapped around his penis suddenly vanished and Harry looked up in wide eyed shock as Draco pulled away entirely, hurrying to the bathroom with his pants still dragging around his ankles, hand held away from him like a biohazard and face twisted in a grimace of seeming agony.

"Oh...My...God! Weasley cock! My hand...my dick! I have to wash. Ew!! Just...just...NO!"

Harry stood gobsmacked, weeping erection still unfulfilled and jutting out in front of him.

"What the fuck?! Malfoy! Finish me off here! I was almost done! Don't leave me hanging!"

The voice from the bathroom rang out while water could be heard streaming and splashing. "Oh fuck no, Potter! You've done enough damage! Weasel cock! I've been touched by something that touched Weasel cock! I have to wash the memory off of me...possibly with steel wire brushes and lye! Uhhh....more soap! Ewww! You're on your own! It's your fault for not telling me in advance that you did anything that disgusting with your parts!"

Harry yelled back, still tugging at his erection angrily, hoping to at least finish on his own at this point, but the argument was rapidly spoiling even that slender hope.

"Seriously? He's my best mate! Where else do you think I got any practice! I didn't bitch when you said you fooled around with Zabini!"

"That's completely different! If you said you'd learned that from Zabini, I'd be getting you off while begging for dirty details! Zabini's hot! You...said...Weasley! You just cost me the ability to sustain an erection for...like...a week at least! This is your fault!"

Harry felt the rage surge inside him. All he wanted at this moment was to lash out and make Malfoy pay!

"Oh...that bad, huh!? Well, asshole, guess where those lips you've been snogging have been? His DNA is probably part of you by now!"

Harry expected outrage...and retorts, and he'd been exaggerating out of frustration just to get even, because he and Ron had never gotten past a few side by side wanks...but all Harry heard was sudden silence followed by a loud thump. Harry let go of his dick and peered around the open door of the bathroom. "Draco?"

Draco Malfoy was flopped across the bathroom floor, out cold, stark naked and soapy, breathing softly, with a bump on his head from where he'd fallen back out of the shower against the counter. His pulse was fine, and Harry knelt by his side long enough make sure he was actually okay, then rebelled angrily and snatched the bundle of clothes from the floor and found what he was looking for. His half hard prick leaped back to attention and Harry started jerking hard and fast while he still had time.

'Fucking drama queen! Serves him right! If he thinks that was traumatic, wait til I'm done, and he wakes up Healed and finds out what I cleaned up with his tie!"

FIN