Title: Checkmate
Author: Sheen ( [email protected] )
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Harry tried to play this off as some sort of game. Well, you can't out-play a Malfoy. Sequel to Prove It.
Author's Notes: I had so much fun writing my last smutty ficlet, that I had to write another. I'm still relatively new to the smut thing, I still giggle like an immature little kid when I write certain things. Gimme <3s!Checkmate
Draco leaned against the wall just outside of the Room. His face was in his hands, half in embarrassment, the other half in pure unadulterated rage. He took a few deep breaths in an attempt to compose himself.
The images racing through his mind were a mixture of blood, pain, torture, and a very smug Gryffindor who always managed to get under his skin.
Draco had started to walk back to the dungeons, when he remembered he had left his book on that chair. He reluctantly turned back around.
He slowly and quietly opened the door after it had reappeared, hoping that if Harry was still in the Room of Requirement, he could slip by unnoticed. If the Gryffindor said anything to him in his current state, he would be sent to Azkaban for the murder Voldemort was incapable of committing all those years ago.
Draco scanned the room warily, seeing nothing at first, but when he heard a soft moan, he noticed dark raven hair sticking out slightly over the arm of the couch.
He padded stealthily toward the sounds, bringing himself directly over the back of the couch. He looked down to see Harry Potter sprawled out, one leg hanging off of the edge, his trousers slightly pulled down, with his cock in hand.
Draco looked to the Gryffindor�s face. He had taken off his glasses, his eyes shut tightly to prevent any part of the real world from invading his fantasies. He bit his bottom lip, in a vain attempt to calm the ragged breathing.
Harry stroked himself unlike any other teenage boy. His pumps were slow, and drawn out. He circled his cock with his hand, prolonging the pleasurable sensation. As opposed to remaining flat and letting his hand do all of the work, he would sometimes buck upward into his hand. His pace would quicken, causing a moan to escape from his lips. He would then force himself to slow down again, fucking his hand at the leisurely pace, drawing it out as long as he could.
Draco soaked in the sight before him. He crept around to the opposite side of the couch. The blond got down on his knees directly parallel to Harry�s waist, staring unabashedly at the strong hand, that had gripped his hair so roughly earlier that night, pump the uncircumcised prick with precise skill.
When Harry moaned again, Draco turned to look at his face. The Gryffindor appeared close. His ragged breaths came quicker, and he was biting his bottom lip so hard, Draco was certain he�d taste blood if he kissed him at that moment. Draco turned his head away, and that�s when he noticed the picture. On the ground, next to Harry�s glasses, was a photograph of himself.
The blond smirked knowingly. He stood up, placed one hand on the back of the couch to brace himself as he hovered over Harry. Draco leaned down, ever so slowly, until his lips were a few centimeters from his goal.
When Harry bucked up into his hand, Draco licked the head of his cock. The Gryffindor gasped, releasing his cock, but avoiding any other movement. He didn�t even open his eyes. Draco moved to kneel on the couch, in between Harry�s legs.
The Slytherin leaned over, licking a trail up the Gryffindor�s prick. Harry shivered, gripping the cushion beneath him. Draco slid his hands up Harry�s torso, as he took him into his mouth. Harry groaned when his prick hit the back of Draco�s throat. The blond hummed with pleasure, and the reverberations against his cock caused Harry to moan so loud, the entire castle probably would have heard if it weren�t for the silencing charms.
Draco moved his mouth slowly up and down Harry�s cock. He stopped; the head of the Gryffindor�s cock still in his mouth. His tongue played with the slit, and sucking gently, but not moving any lower. Harry arched up, impaling the blond�s throat. He began fucking Draco�s mouth, the way he had fucked his own hand earlier.
Harry was getting closer, Draco could sense it. He stopped completely, and leaned forward against Harry, until their lips met. Draco�s clothed cock rubbed against Harry�s as they ravished each other�s mouths. The Gryffindor entangled his hands into the silky locks he had grabbed earlier.
For the first time, Harry opened his eyes. He pulled his mouth away in shock, hands still gripping the Slytherin�s hair.
�Are you real?� He breathed.
Draco smirked and bit Harry�s bottom lip, drawing blood.
Harry moaned and pulled Draco into a forceful kiss. The kiss grew less forceful, and more passionate as their hands started roaming each other�s bodies. Draco started stroking Harry�s prick, bodies still pressed as close together as they could get, lips never parting.
�Are you close?� The blond hissed against his lips.
Harry moaned, �Yesss��
Draco smiled, bit the Gryffindor�s lip gently, then moved away from Harry, standing up and straightening his clothes.
Harry looked up, a mixture of confusion and sexual excitement etched into his features.
Draco bent over, bringing his lips next to Harry�s ear, �Checkmate, Potter��
The blond turned away, grabbed his book from the armchair, and walked toward the door.
Harry sat up, and stared at Draco over the top of the couch. He was far too shocked to say anything. Or perhaps, he was far too turned on for any blood to make his brain function.
Draco brushed his hair back, and smirked, �That�ll teach you to try to out-play a Malfoy��
After the door slammed shut for the second time that night, Harry fell back. He stared at the ceiling for a few minutes before pulling his trousers up. He didn�t even attempt to finish himself off.
The Gryffindor grabbed his glasses, and stared at the picture that lay on the floor.
Harry mimicked the smirk he had received earlier, �Oh, you have no idea what you�ve gotten yourself into, Malfoy��
The End. (For now)