After All TBGC
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Summer 7: Part F
“But
wouldn’t that hurt?”
Draco
rolled his eyes, “Not if done properly.”
Harry looked again
at the magazine that lay open between them on the bed. It was the customary thing one saw in
this sort of magazine, two men having sex, but this wasn’t just sex, this
was one man with his cock up another man’s arse. This was buggery. This was butt sex and that was very,
very intimidating.
They’d spent
the past four days doing nothing in particular. They flew at the Quidditch
pitch, they had sex, they talked, they had sex, they did homework, they had
sex, they ate dinner and Harry had to fend off Draco,
because he really wasn’t up for sex right after meals, but later that
night, after the food had settled, he’d relent and they’d have more
sex. It had all been well and good
until Draco had pulled out a magazine that afternoon
and opened it to a page, telling Harry that he wanted to try… well, that.
“Do you even
know how to do it properly?”
Draco
rolled his eyes and picked up the magazine, “It says right here that the
key to really fantastic anal sex is preparation and lubrication.”
“What?”
“Preparation:
the getting ready for the act - they suggest all sorts of toys, but we really
don’t have any of those so I suppose I’ll have to stick with using
my fingers. As for lubrication we
could always…”
Harry scooted away,
“You are not sticking anything up my arse!”
Draco
blinked and looked up, surprised. “Hm?”
“You heard
me. If you want to try this, you
can bloody well bottom yourself.”
For several moments
they stared at each other as Draco tried to reason in
his head that he really shouldn’t be getting even the tiniest bit aroused
at the prospect of having anything shoved up his arse. Unfortunately, his body didn’t
feel the same way. Shifting on the
bed, he sighed in resignation.
Fine, he hadn’t thought he was gay and apparently he was a
screaming queen, because he couldn’t even get it up in the presence of a
half naked woman anymore; maybe he’d like taking it up the arse, as
well. Besides, if it turned out he
didn’t, he was sure Harry would stop.
“All right, I
bottom. Now about
lubricant…”
“Are you
serious?” He looked up at
Harry, irritated at having been interrupted yet again, especially now that his
own arse was at stake. Harry was
staring at him with wide, disbelieving eyes.
Draco
looked down at the article again as he felt his cheeks heating up. “Of course, I’m
serious. Have you ever known me to
joke about sex?”
“Well, no,
but…”
“So, as I was
saying. We obviously don’t have
any lubricant on hand here, so we have three options. We can make do with what we have here
and hope for the best, we can try and sneak into Snape’s
stores and hope there’s something there we can use, or we can try one of
the spell that the magazine recommends.”
“Spells?”
Draco’s blush deepened as Harry’s voice cracked at the
word. “Yes, Harry, spells.
We are wizards after all, we do have wands.”
“Oh.”
With a frustrated
sigh, Draco finally looked up at Harry’s
bewildered face. “These
articles are chalk full of helpful spells.
Didn’t you read any of them?”
This time it was
Harry who looked away. “I
haven’t really been looking at the articles.”
Draco
rolled his eyes in annoyance. “Hold out your hand.”
Reluctantly, Harry
extended his arm and unclenched his fingers. Draco aimed
his wand at Harry’s hand and the next moment his palm was covered in a
clear, thick gel. “What
the…” He moved his hand
and the gel slipped a little, a small drop falling into the bed.
Draco
reached forward and ran a finger in it, before rubbing the tips of two of his
fingers together experimentally.
“Is it supposed to be this cold?”
Harry gaped, unable
to force breath into his lungs. Not
only had Draco said he wanted to have anal sex, but
then he’d said he was willing to bottom and now Harry was sitting with a
glob of lubricant in his hand. How
had he gotten himself into this and how was he going to get out of it? Looking up, he watched Draco surveying the mess on his fingers, his sharp little
nose scrunched up in curiosity, his pale blond hair falling into his grey
eyes. More importantly, did he want
to get out of it?
“Hm, I think it’s warming up.”
It took Harry a
moment to realise that Draco was talking about the
lubricant; the lubricant that he expected Harry to put on his cock, the cock
that he was going to shove up Draco’s
arse. Oh, bloody hell.
Draco
shrugged and wiped his fingers on the top of the quilt before looking back at
Harry. “So, you ready?”
Ready. To shove something up someone’s arse. “I
think so?”
“You think
so?”
Harry looked back
at the magazine that Draco had dropped and saw the
picture of the young man on his back, his knees up and his back arched in
ecstasy as the man above him slowly pumped into his body. Instantly, Harry felt his cock harden. “No, I mean, I am ready. Just, how do we start this?”
Draco
smirked smugly, “Well, it starts with us getting naked.”
“Prat.” Not that
Harry meant it, because he was already taking his shirt off, but then he reckoned
Draco knew he didn’t mean it, because Draco had gotten rid of his shirt already and was moving on
to his trousers. When they were
naked, Harry found himself once again at a loss. Luckily for him, Draco
was not and immediately lay down on his back, lifting his knees and spreading his
legs invitingly.
“Well, Harry,
what are you waiting for?”
Harry looked at his
hand. What was he waiting for? Looking down between Draco’s
legs, he surveyed the other boy’s stiff penis, his ball sac, and the
puckered entrance of his arse. He
was really going to do this and he was really, really excited about it.
Shifting forward,
he dipped his fingers in the gel.
It really was cold. Reaching
forward, he stopped.
“What are you
waiting for?” Draco pushed up onto his elbows and looked at Harry critically.
“Are you nervous? You have absolutely no right being
nervous. If anyone in this room is
going to be nervous, Harry, it’s me, because I am the one who is about to
have something put up my arse.”
Harry slapped Draco’s thigh with his clean palm, “Shut
it.”
Much to his
surprise, Draco did. This was far too awkward. Maybe he should start with something he
knew. Leaning down, he wrapped his
lips around Draco’s cock and ran his tongue
around the tip. Draco
moaned and moved his hands to Harry’s head. Pulling back, Harry moved the hands
away. “Grab the
headboard.”
Draco
looked at him with half lidded eyes, glazed in lust, “What?”
“Grab the
headboard and no touching; just let me do this.”
The thing with Draco was that when it came to getting sex, he was willing
to do almost anything. So, he
reached up and grabbed the headboard, wrapping his slender fingers around the
wooden poles. “Merlin,
Potter, just fucking do
it.”
Harry felt the
uncertainty drain from his body as he gained control over the situation. He really liked to be in control and
with Draco, he rarely was. “I told you to shut it.”
Before Draco could say anything in rebuttal, Harry went back down,
swallowing Draco into his throat. The way Draco
bucked up made Harry feel absolutely drunk with power, his head was light with
it. He didn’t hesitate this
time as he dipped his fingers down and bellow Draco’s
scrotum, searching until he felt the tight pucker.
Gently, Harry
pushed the finger in, listening for any sign of discomfort from his lover. Draco moaned
and his body tensed, tightening against the intrusion. “Fuck…”
Harry pulled away,
“Are you okay?”
“Feels…
really odd.”
“I can
stop.”
Draco
opened his eyes and glared. “Did I tell you to stop?”
As a response,
Harry pushed it in further and Draco dropped his head
back again, gasping softly. Thing
was, it didn’t sound entirely like pain. Inside Draco’s
arse, it was warm and incredible tight and Harry doubted that he was going to
be able to put even another finger in there, let alone his cock.
His finger was more
than half way in when it brushed against something. Harry wasn’t really sure what it
was, or even how to describe it really, but what he was sure of was that when
he touched it, Draco’s eyes had shot open and
he let out the most delicious moan Harry had ever heard.
“Oh,
god! Oh, god, Harry, do that again.”
Intrigued, Harry
complied; pulling his finger out and pushing it back in, this time all the way
to the knuckle. He watched in awe
as Draco’s hands tightened on the headboard and
he moaned again, deep throated and urgent.
All thought of being in control fled and when Draco
told him to keep going, he immediately moved to do so.
After several
minutes of moving his finger in and out of the tight pucker and twisting it
around, Draco was a quivering mess of whimpering need
and Harry decided that perhaps he could try a second finger. He pulled his one finger out and when he
pushed back in this time, added a second.
Draco tensed for a moment, and then slowly
began to relax.
“Do you need
me to…?”
“So help me,
Harry, if you stop right now I might never forgive you.”
With a wicked
smile, Harry ran his tongue up the length of Draco’s
cock, twisting the two fingers as he pressed them up. He’d barely reached the tip when Draco gave a shuddering cry and came, spewing cum onto
Harry’s face.
Harry pulled back a
little and used the back of his free hand to wipe the mess from his cheek. Draco was
panting, “That was absolutely the most… intense orgasm I’ve ever
had.”
“Really?” Making
someone cum wasn’t much of an accomplishment, but making someone cum so
hard they were shaking afterwards?
Harry couldn’t help but feel at least a little proud of himself.
Draco
finally managed to get his voice under control, though his legs were still
quivering slightly in their upraised position. “Absolutely
brilliant.” He
couldn’t even imagine if fingering was that good, what actual fucking
would feel like. Not that he was
going to find out now that he’d cum all over himself.
He was wondering
how long it would take before he’d be up for another go around when Harry
started to pull his fingers out and the friction made Draco’s
cock twitch. Apparently, it
wasn’t going to take that long.
He opened his eyes to see Harry staring at him intently. “Don’t stop.”
Harry nodded and Draco put his head back down and concentrated on the
feeling of those fingers moving inside him. He’d thought that it had to feel
good, at least a little, otherwise people wouldn’t go around doing it so much,
but he hadn’t expected it to be this intense.
He felt a third
finger slide in next to the other two and winced slightly as it stretched him
just that much wider. However, like
the two fingers before it, the discomfort quickly faded as it moved. His cock was already fully erect again
and even though he had come not five minutes earlier, he didn’t think
he’d last very long if Harry kept that up.
“Harry.”
He didn’t have to open his eyes to know that the other boy was staring at
him again, waiting for instructions.
“Harry, I think I’m ready.”
“You’re
sure?”
“Yes,
I’m bloody sure, now get on with it before I hex you.”
The fingers pulled
out and he shuddered, whimpering when his arse clenched around nothing. Draco opened
his eyes as his legs were pushed further apart to accommodate Harry’s
hips. He was really doing
this. If his
father ever found out…
He cut off that particular train of thought, because thinking about his
father was apparently not conducive to maintaining any sort of an erection.
Harry’s brows
were synched together in concentration as he positioned himself and started to
press forward. Draco
had been doing a great deal of reading on this the past few days and while the
majority of what he had found had been in porn magazines, it was better than
having no clue whatsoever. Every article
he’d read said that he should relax and push out. Taking a deep breath, he concentrated on
doing just that. Unfortunately, all
concentration was broken when the head of Harry’s cock quite literally
popped past his anus and slid in almost a full inch.
“Fuck!”
Harry stopped
moving and Draco closed his eyes, biting his lip
determinedly. He let go of the
headboard in favour gripping the pillow, because he seriously thought he might
wrenched the posts out. The cock
inside of him felt incredibly huge, too huge. It felt like it was splitting him open,
but it also felt… good, full, if only it would move.
“Are you
okay?”
Draco
opened his eyes and all he could see was Harry’s eyes, bright green and
wide as they stared down at Draco in wonder. Draco gulped
and tasted the sharp tang of copper in his mouth. He licked his lip and blood spread over
his tongue. He must have bitten his
lip too hard.
Looking back up at
Harry, his chest tightened at the reverent gaze. He couldn’t even begin to imagine
what he’d done to deserve that.
“I’m… I’m fine. Just… move or… or do
something.”
Harry nodded, the look of concentration so intense that Draco couldn’t drag his eyes away from it. Instead of pushing in farther, Harry
pulled out just slightly and slide back in, no deeper than he had before, but
that slight movement, coupled with the look on his lover’s face was
enough to fog his brain. Good god,
the pain of being stretched coupled with the sheer pleasure of having
Harry’s cock inside him; he couldn’t even wrap his mind around it.
With every shallow
thrust, Harry went a little deeper, until he finally stopped, and Draco realised that Harry was root deep inside him and he
could feel Harry’s balls against the cleft of his arse. At some point Draco
had let go of the bed and wrapped his arms around Harry’s back, grabbing
his shoulders. He couldn’t
even remember doing it, but now he was conscious of the sweat under his hands.
Harry took a long,
shaky breath. “I don’t
think I can last much longer.”
He was panting, out of breath and there was a desperate edge to his
voice.
Draco
nodded, but couldn’t force the words out, especially when Harry started
to thrust in earnest. It lasted all
of two minutes, two glorious, excruciating minutes. When he felt Harry still inside him, and
the pulsing warmth spread inside him, telling him that Harry had cum, it only
took one touch of Harry’s skilful hand to bring off a second time.
Harry pulled out of
him and rolled off, lying on the bed next to him, naked and covered in
sweat. “Draco,
that was…”
“I
know.”
Closing his eyes, Draco started to turn away from Harry, but for some reason,
he didn’t want to turn away.
Without giving himself time to hesitate, he turned back towards Harry
and put his head on Harry’s shoulder, slinging an arm over his
chest. Harry’s skin was wet
and he smelled musky, but something about it was inviting, especially when
Harry slid his own arm under Draco’s shoulder
and squeezed.
Draco
tried not to, but he couldn’t help thinking that this, right then
was… perfect.
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