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CHAPTER SIX - PART B:  I'm Gonna Cum!!  

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AUTHOR’s NOTES:

And the gods said, “Let there be Hot Sweaty Man-Sex.” – and the slash fans were happy.

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Harry’s heart was now beating so loudly that he was sure it could be heard throughout the dungeons. His mouth was completely dry, and his hands were shaking at his sides. He reached up to wipe away the beads of cold sweat that had formed on his forehead.

The sound of rustling fabric caught his attention and he turned towards the direction from which the sounds originated. Harry’s eyes fell upon the blonde Slytherin who had finally removed his Invisibility Cloak and was delicately placing it over a leather armchair that sat next to a large marble table against the wall. He was wearing a pair of skin-tight black leather pants that accentuated his lean frame and made his normally pale skin look even lighter. It was as if he had been etched in porcelain, a living statue, a masterpiece. He watched the lean muscles in Draco’s arms and back stretch and contract as he leaned over the table, fussing with something that Harry could not see.  He was utterly beautiful.

Harry was still staring at the blonde when he apparently finished what he was doing and turned towards him. The silver rings that hung from each of Draco’s small pink nipples immediately caught Harry’s eye. His chest and stomach were smooth, unblemished, and perfectly hairless except for that delicious little trail that seemed to sneak down from under his navel and into his pants, as if it were trying to point out the bulge only inches below.

“Potter? Have you suddenly gone deaf?” barked Malfoy.

“Sorry? What?” Harry said as he tore his eyes off the blonde’s abdomen and forced himself to look up at his face.

“I said, Why are you still wearing those ridiculous muggle clothes? Take then off, now!”

Harry blushed slightly as he quickly pulled off his shirt and tossed it onto the floor. He paused for a moment, glancing at Draco, before he hesitantly unbuttoned his jeans, tugged them down, and kicked them off. He suddenly felt very self-conscious as he stood there wearing nothing but the leather thong that he had been wearing under his clothing for the last few hours. He had never been this naked in front of anyone before, at least not intentionally.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” said Malfoy, staring back at the scantily clad Gryffindor.

Harry quickly looked down at himself trying to figure out what the Slytherin could be talking about. No, he was completely naked except for the thong. He hadn’t been wearing any socks or shoes to begin with. There were no other clothes left for him to remove. His mind began to race as he tried to figure it out. Was he supposed to have brought something with him? He struggled to remember. Had there been more to the note that what he had read? He looked back at the blonde quizzically.

“The collar.” Said Malfoy matter-of-factly.

“Oh.” Harry quickly crouched down and rifled through his discarded jeans on the floor and retrieved the collar. He fastened it hastily around his neck before standing back up and looking back at Draco, silently seeking his approval.

“Much better, now stand still so I can get a good look at my prize.”

Draco slowly closed the distance between them while his focus drifted up and down Harry’s body, seemingly devouring it with his eyes. He very slowly circled around the Gryffindor, and brought his face right up next to his ear from behind.

“Very nice, Potter.” Draco whispered and grazed Harry’s earlobe with his teeth.  He skimmed his fingernails down the Gryffindor’s back slowly, delighted by the squirming it caused in his prey. Draco chuckled and slapped the boy’s arse before circling back around to face him, dragging his fingernails delicately across his abdomen and back up his chest.

Harry closed his eyes and focused really hard on trying not to wiggle or laugh at the excruciatingly gentle touches. He had never really been ticklish, but then again he had never really been touched as he was growing up. He was quickly realizing this his body was not conditioned to deal with this kind of stimulus. It was as if his skin was suddenly ultra-sensitive and the ghostly caresses where driving him crazy. Goose pimples were pricking up on every inch of his skin. He only hoped it was dark enough that the Slytherin wouldn’t notice…

No such luck.

Harry opened his eyes hesitantly as the touches stopped, just in time to see Draco’s face contort into a devilish grin. With one fingernail, Draco slowly began drawing little patterns on Harry’s chest and stomach. The Gryffindor clenched his teeth and scrunched up his face, doing his very best not to respond to the overwhelming sensations. The blonde continued mercilessly, encouraged by his determination, and suddenly slashed his fingernail quickly across the boy’s torso, leaving a long red scratch. Harry shuddered and opened his eyes wide, surprised at the abrupt change in stimulation.

“Pleasure and Pain, Potter,” smirked Draco, “That is what this is all about. By the time this night is over you will realize that they are one and the same. You will address me as 'Master'. Is that understood?” he said slyly as he continued to run his fingers across the boy’s stomach.

“What??” gawked Harry.

“You heard me, Slave”

“No. I don’t think so.” Harry responded defiantly.

Draco reached up and grabbed one of the brunette’s nipples and twisted it gently at first, and then a little rougher as he stared demandingly into Harry’s eyes. “You WILL address me as MASTER. Do I make myself CLEAR?” emphasizing the important words with rougher twists.

“OK! OK! FINE!”

Draco’s continued his assault. “You response should be ‘Yes, Master’ “

“Yes, MASTER.” He said as he glared back at his nipple’s captor, biting his lip with his teeth to hold back a gasp.   

“Good, now that we are seeing eye-to-eye, there are a few things you have to learn if you want to make your Master happy. You do want to make your Master happy don’t you, Slave?” he said as he released the boy’s nipple.

Harry nodded.

“Have you ever sucked a cock before, Slave?”

“No.”

Draco slapped Harry’s arse again, harder this time.

“No, what?”

“No, Master”

“Better. Do you want to suck your Master’s cock, boy?”

“Yes, Master” Harry blurted out, surprising himself with how quickly he answered that question.

“Tell me.”

Harry hesitated. He suddenly felt ashamed and almost regretted that he had responded without thinking. 

Draco slapped Harry’s arse again as he repeated himself “TELL ME”

“I want to” he whispered.

“Louder. You want to, what?”

“I want to suck your cock.” He said cautiously

“You want to suck my cock, what?”

“I want to suck your cock, Master.”

“Good Slave. Show me what you want to do with my cock.” Draco said as he raised his hand up to Harry’s mouth and gently pressed the tip of his index finger up to his lower lip.

Harry look at Draco guardedly.

“Show me.” Draco said again. “Show me how you are going to service your Master”

Harry slowly spread his lips and hesitantly took Draco’s finger into his mouth, his teeth slightly grazing the tip.

“No! Cover your teeth!” Draco scolded.

“What?” asked Harry as he flinched involuntarily.

“Cover your teeth with your lips. You don’t want to scrape your Master’s cock with your teeth now, do you?”

Harry slowly open his mouth wider and slipped his lips over his teeth. He felt Draco’s finger again approaching and slipping between his lips. Harry couldn’t help but think how ridiculous this must look.

“Well?” asked Draco impatiently.

Harry just looked back at the Draco with a confused expression on his face, the boy’s finger still in his mouth. Harry had never been in this situation before and he had no idea what he was supposed to be doing, he hoped Draco would have give him further instructions upon re-entry, but that didn’t seem to be the case.

“This is where you are supposed to suck!” barked the Slytherin

Harry obediently began to suck on the finger in his mouth as hard as he could, hoping to please the blonde. He cautiously looked into Draco’s eyes hoping for some kind of confirmation that this was satisfactory.

Draco withdrew the finger from Harry’s mouth with a defeated sigh and stared coldly into his eyes.

“Haven’t you ever gotten a blow job before? Don’t you understand how this works?”

“No I haven’t…. I’m sorry… I…” stuttered Harry as he felt his face redden with embarrassment.

“My gods, Potter! How can the Boy-Who-Lived have never gotten his cock sucked? What do you Gryffindors do with your spare time… play chess?” he sniped, then as if a light bulb had clicked on in his head, he continued, “I guess I’ll just have to break you in then, won’t I?”

Harry looked back at him with a hurt look on his face. He couldn’t believe that his first sexual encounter was going so badly. Maybe this was all a mistake? Maybe he should just – OH.

Draco’s hand slid down the Gryffindor’s body and began rubbing his leather-clad crotch gently, causing him to completely abandon his train of thought. His breath caught in his throat as the familiar friction of leather and skin instantly erased any doubts that had formed in his mind. Harry whimpered and leaned eagerly into the Slytherin’s touch. Draco’s fingers began to curl under his growing erection to tease the boy’s balls, sending wonderfully excruciating vibrations through the sensitive orbs. Listening to Harry’s panting only encouraged him more as he let his hands roam back up his captive’s groin and slipped a single finger under the waistband, quickly discovering the boy’s rapidly engorging cock. He dragged his finger slowly around the head, before slipping the rest of his hand under the waistband, traveling down the length, grazing it slightly with his fingertips.

Harry cringed for a moment as he felt Draco’s other hand slip under the waistband and the leather material was pulled down his thighs towards the floor. His eye contact with Draco was broken as the blonde descended down his torso. He felt Draco’s warm breath against his cock and his entire body erupted in goose pimples again, the Slytherin’s hand still gently stroking his hard-on. Harry threw his head back and moaned loudly as he felt a tongue probing the slit at the head of his shaft.

Draco swirled his tongue around the head a few times before bringing his lips together to tenderly embrace the swollen tip. He lifted Harry’s cock with his hand and licked down the boy’s shaft, gently separated his balls, and taking one into his mouth, humming softly. Harry arched his back so hard that he almost knocked Draco over.

“You like that, do you?” smirked the Slytherin before continuing his assault with the other ball. Sucking softly as he teased the orb with the tip of his tongue. He let the sphere roll delicately of his bottom lip before his tongue traveled back up the length.

Draco tilted his head back, lengthening his throat, as he wrapped his lips around the Gryffindor’s cock again and took the entire length into his mouth, his nose lightly touching the lean muscles above his crotch. He slowly pulled back, sucking gently as his lips massaged Harry’s pulsating erection, his sucking intensifying as he reached the head. He began bobbing up and down, slowly at first, but gaining momentum as he listening to Harry’s breathing becoming more and more intense. He pressed his tongue firmly against the bottom of Harry’s cock, allowing it to caress the throbbing shaft.

Draco ran his hands up the back of Harry’s legs, massaging the tender flesh, all the way up to the his arse, which he began to squeeze and rub vigorously as he continued to work the his shaft with his mouth. He began to slowly spread the boy’s cheeks and work his way inward, snaking his fingers across his entrance.

Harry’s nirvana was abruptly halted as the new sensation registered in his mind. He felt every muscle in his body suddenly tense with panic as he jerked away from the prying fingers.

“I don’t remember giving you permission to move, Slave. Stand still” ordered Draco, irritated at his thwarted attempts to move forward with his seduction. 

He brought his hands back up to Harry’s arse and attempted to continue his exploration, but he quickly realized that the Gryffindor’s arse had clenched rather tightly and refused to cooperate.

‘This will not work,’ Draco thought to himself. He had to get Harry to relax if he wanted to move forward with his plans. The last thing he wanted to do was to injure his plaything, and more importantly himself, by trying to thrust his cock into an unwilling orifice. He wanted to enjoy every moment of his victory over The-Boy-Who-Lived, and that celebration did not include a trip to the Infirmary for internal bleeding.

He stood up and walked over to the leather armchair in the corner and sat down, motioning for the brunette to follow him.

“Bend over and rest your elbows on the table” instructed Draco as Harry approached.

Harry reluctantly did as he was told but immediately stood upright again seconds later as he noticed the small container of clear liquid sitting on the table next to a wand. His mind began to race as pieces of the puzzle in his mind began to come together. Draco had brought him here and was planning to lure him into a false sense of security before poisoning him with some kind of potion. He was probably going to take his unconscious body straight to Voldemort. He had to think! How was he going to escape? He was completely naked except for the collar around his neck; he couldn’t just run out into the school… what if a teacher found him? How would he explain this?

“What’s the matter now, Slave?” said Draco with an exasperated sigh.

“I’m not stupid Malfoy! I’m not going to let you poison me!” Harry bellowed as he stepped back.

“What the bloody hell are you blubbering about?” said Draco as he stared blankly at the Gryffindor who seemed to have gone completely nutters.

Harry pointed to the items on the table as the scanned the floor for his invisibility cloak, preparing to make his escape. He figured as soon as he was under the cloak he would be safe. True, Draco would still be able to chase him, but the likelihood of him being able to catch him was slim to none since he wouldn’t be able to actually see ---

Draco’s sudden fit of laughter sliced through the boy’s thoughts as he turned back to see the blonde double over in the chair holding his sides.

“That’s not poison!” said the Slytherin as he tried to catch him breath. “It’s lubricant!”

“Lubricant?” Harry said as he glared questioningly back at Draco.

“Yes, Lubricant! Unless you want me to bugger you dry, but I highly recommend against that, especially for your first time!” he said sarcastically, still trying to hold back a fit of laughter.

Harry felt his face flush with embarrassment as Malfoy’s words sank in. The blonde had only been concerned with his safety and comfort, but he had quickly jumped to conclusions and accused him of attempted kidnapping. And this wasn’t the first time this evening that he had questioned Draco’s intentions. He was going to have to quit being so paranoid if he wanted to pursue this relationship.

And if Malfoy had really wanted to harm him, he had already had ample opportunity this evening. Just a few moments ago, Harry had been completely defenseless and vulnerable to any kind of attack. And for that matter, why would Draco have been doing that in the first place if he had darker intentions? Nothing that felt that good could possibly lead to something evil.

He looked back at the blonde apologetically and walked back towards him. How was he going to make this up to him?

“I’m sorry, Master.” He said as he leaned back over the table, resting his weight on his elbows as Draco had instructed. He took a few deeps breaths, trying his best to relax and make the blonde happy.

Malfoy smiled and eagerly leaned forward in his chair, his mind shifting back to the conquest at hand. He returned his hands to the boy’s reluctant cheeks and began to massage them again as another idea popped into his head. It wasn’t something that he wanted to do, but in this case he felt it would probably be necessary to get Potter to relax enough. And like the Slytherin’s always said “The end justifies the means”.

He leaned over the brunette and began to delicately run his tongue over the small of his back before descending down to his cleft. Spreading Harry’s cheeks again with his hands, he allowed his tongue to venture further downward and dart across the Gryffindor’s entrance. Feeling a slight shudder in his captive, Draco knew that he would be relaxed and willing in no time. He continued to work his tongue across Harry’s opening, licking and probing as he felt the muscles beginning to welcome the intrusion.

Harry’s eyes rolled back in his head and the whimper he’d been holding back finally escaped through his quivering lips. He felt every ounce of control he had melt away as he leaned down further and pressed his cheek to the cold surface of the table, his hands now flayed out to his sides grasping at the edges. Just when he thought that this couldn’t possibly feel any better, he felt fingers moving across his inner thigh to close around his ever-hardening manhood. The fingers began to stroke him rhythmically in time with the merciless lashes of the tongue in his hole.

Deeper and Deeper he felt himself sinking into this euphoria, his breath becoming more rugged and urgent. Moans and gasps were now escaping effortlessly. Harry couldn’t stop himself from groaning desperately as the masterful tongue abruptly withdrew itself, only to be replaced seconds later with a firmer object which slipped casually past the now relaxed ring of muscles. It took him a moment to realize that a finger had inserted itself and was now softly massaging its way into his body. The sensation was strange, but not uncomfortable. The finger developed a rhythm of short plunging and withdrawing movements, the friction sending gentle vibrations through his groin and making his throbbing erection twitch with yearning for more.

Harry faintly heard the sound of movement in the leather chair behind him, but it didn’t quite register as something important until the hand that had been stroking his cock suddenly released its grip and the probing finger was simultaneously withdrawn. He kept his eyes closed and silently wished that the tongue would return. If there was only some way that Draco could do that AND suck him at the same time… He shuddered just thinking about it.

He felt a slight tugging sensation on his neck and realized that Draco had slipped a finger through the steel ring on the back of his collar and was ordering him to stand up. He slid off the table and stood up slowly, turning around to face the blonde as he heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being unfastened. He quickly averted his gaze to the ceiling. He didn’t know why he should be embarrassed to look down, after all Draco had already explored his most sacred regions with his tongue, but he couldn’t help it.

“Prepare Me.” ordered Draco.

Harry, still focusing his attention elsewhere, wasn’t quite sure what he meant. Was he meant to drop to his knees and service his Master now? Was he supposed to assist in the removal of his Master’s pants, which he assumed has only been unzipped?

Sensing Harry’s confusion, Draco reached out and took the brunette’s hand, and placed it on his crotch.

“Get me ready! I assume you have masturbated before? Do to me what you would do to yourself. And, by the way, it helps if you look at what you are doing.” He said smugly.

Harry looked down to where his hand was resting open palmed on the front of Draco’s pants, which his vision now confirmed, had only been unzipped. He tensed his fingers, rubbing the semi-hard cock through the leather material. He did his best to copy Draco’s hand movements and decided to slide his hand down to cup the boy’s balls while he continued to nudge his cock with the palm of his hand, grinding in a circular motion. He glanced up at Draco for approval. The blonde, who had been watching Harry’s fumblings, looked up as well and locked eyes with him.

“Well, what are you waiting for Potter? I told you to prepare me? Did you think I was going to bugger you through my pants?”

He took a deep breath to steady himself as he grabbed Draco’s pants from both sides and gently tugged them down, again averting his eyes reflexively in the process, his hands lingering on the boy’s legs as he traveled back up his body. He was half way up Draco’s thighs when he suddenly stopped and looked back at his captor again. He wanted to please Draco so much, but he was so worried that he was going to mess up again.

His internal debate was interrupted, however, as the Slytherin placed his hand over Harry’s and moved it again to his crotch, wrapping his fingers loosely around his cock. Harry was surprised yet grateful for the gesture. He tightened his grip a little and began to work his way up and down, confused at how far his foreskin seemed to extend. He looked down and was amazed to see the skin almost completely covered the head of Draco’s erection. He brought his hand down and then back up again, watching in amazement as the skin was pulled back to reveal the head of Draco’s cock and then covered it again as he brought his hand back up. Draco chuckled, watching the look of curiosity on Harry’s face. 

“I take it you’ve never seen an uncut cock before?”

“Uncut?” Harry asked as his eyes met Draco’s quizzically.

“Yes. Uncircumcised.”

Harry simply stared back at him with the same expression. Draco grinned as he realized that Harry had no idea what he was talking about.

“I’ll explain it too you later. For now, just keep doing what you were doing, but a little harder, and with longer strokes.”

Harry returned his gaze to the object of his fascination and obediently tightened his grip and lengthened his stokes as he pumped the blonde’s cock. He was delighted to hear the guttural grunts coming from Draco, which he took as a positive sign. He began to tense and relax his fingers as he worked, satisfied with the variety of moans and groans he elicited. He was so wrapped up in his project that he barely noticed when Draco reached over to the bottle of liquid and squeezed a little onto his fingertips. The blonde then wrapped his arm around Harry’s back and slid his fingers across his cheeks. Harry smiled as he realized what was coming and eagerly spread his legs to allow Draco better access.

He felt a slight pressure as the finger once again wormed its way into his body. The gentle friction feeling from before returned, only much duller this time. He was almost disappointed. It still felt good, but not nearly as good as before. Harry decided that the lubricant had obviously cut down on the amount of natural resistance and found himself wondering why someone would want to use a lubricant in the first place? If it takes away most of the pleasure you get from this, then what was the point? He quickly changed his mind, however, when he felt a second digit join the first, and all the friction that Harry was missing returned full force, even stronger than before, but with the pleasure, came the pressure again.

It suddenly became clear to him, If Draco hadn’t smeared the lubricant across his fingers, the vibrations he enjoyed so much would have been completely overpowered by the uncomfortable pressure on the stretching skin and muscles. He spread his legs a little father and tried to tilt his body into the curve of Draco’s hand, doing his best to reduce the uncomfortable sensation.

“You learn quickly, Slave.” Groaned the Slytherin through gritted teeth.

Harry realized that his hand was still wrapped around the other boy’s cock and his strokes had fallen in time perfectly with the probing fingers. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to get lost in the stimulation. With every interval, he felt his muscles relaxing more, and as he relaxed, the pleasure got stronger and stronger. In and out… up and down… in and out… up and down… the fingers probing, his hand stroking… deeper and deeper, better and better. Both boys breathing now coming quickly and desperately.

Harry felt Draco’s other hand wrap around him and rest a moment on the small of his back, seemingly trying to pull him closer. Harry obediently leaned closer to find the blonde taking a small step backwards. He followed and Draco took another step. Harry did the same until he felt the fingers withdraw as Draco sat in the leather chair again, Harry’s grip following the cock and making him lean down to continue.

“Eager aren’t you?” smirked the blonde as he reached over and grabbed the bottle of lubricant again. He steadied Harry’s hand with his own and poured a small amount of the clear substance into the boy’s palm. “You may continue now. Make sure you spread this all over me if you want this to feel good.”

Harry closed his hand again around Draco’s erection again and began to spread the lubricant all over. He quickly discovered he didn’t like the feeling of the slimy cock in his hand nearly as much as before, but it’s what his Master wanted and therefore he would continue. He really wanted to make Draco feel as good as he did, and was surprised when the blonde suddenly placed his hands on his hips and urged his to turn around. He didn’t understand why Draco was doing this, as it moved the boy’s cock out of his reach.

His confusion was cleared up almost as quickly however as he felt the hands urging him downwards toward the boy’s lap. He understood perfectly as he placed his hands on the armrests to steady himself as the blonde guided him into position. He felt the head of Draco’s cock slowly penetrate him as he bent his legs to lower himself further. As the hands pulled him down, he felt the slick cock slide deeper into him until he felt his thighs some into contact with the boy below him. He suddenly decided that there was no such thing as too much lubricant as he the pressure from before returned, much stronger this time. He felt his eyes water and he bit his lip to hold back the yelp that was struggling to escape. He took a deep breath and tried to relax as much as possible, knowing that the more he relaxed, the more the pressure would subside and the pleasure would return, or at least he hope it would.

The hand on his hips began to urge him back up again and then back down, up and down. The hardness withdrawing only to plunge back in a moment later, seeming to get deeper and deeper with every thrust. Harry felt himself relaxing a little more with each movement and began to develop a rhythm, increasing the pleasure of both boys. Up and down, up and down… remember to breathe… up and down… up and down… OH GODS!

Harry felt a shudder overtake his body as something within him seemed to suddenly pulsate, and the delicious tingling was back, even stronger than before. Whatever is was, He felt very relaxed now, the pressure was almost completely gone, each rise and fall felt better than the last. Up and down… up and down. Harry suddenly felt himself being pushed up and wanted to cry when he felt the stiffness completely withdraw itself from his now fully relaxed opening.

He was about to turn around and voice his protest when he felt two strong hands on his back pushing him forward and back over the table. He had barely steadied himself when he felt the slippery cock found its way back into him. A wave of ecstasy made its way though his body and he spread his legs as far as he could, craving the deep penetration and welcoming it with everything he had within him. In and out… In and out… better and better…. More!… HARDER!!

The blonde, seeming to read the thoughts screaming in his head, quickened his stroked and pummeled the boy’s hungry entrance.

“Oh Yes!… That’s it… OH GODS… Oh… Oh… OH… OH DRACO!… Yes!… MORE” moaned Harry, unable to restrain the thoughts in his head any longer.

And then that feeling came again, the tingling deep inside him as something connected just the right way. His whole body suddenly felt completely alive. Every hair on his body stood at attention.

 He felt a hand reach around him and grasp his cock firmly, massaging his tender flesh with each plunging gyration from behind. Every sensation became sharper, stronger, almost electric as the hand and cock worked together, pushing his father and farther into euphoria. His breathing grew heavier and heavier with every thrust… Deeper and Deeper… his mind swirling in this abyss of ecstasy, more and more intense… something building within him, something primal and completely consuming. Thunder crashed in his mind as the feeling finally erupted with him. A hot gush shot through his throbbing erection and covered the table under him.

Harry collapsed on the table and felt Draco remove his cock. Moments later, he felt something hot and wet spewing over his back accompanied by a low groan from the Slytherin behind him.

Harry continue to lie there on the table with his face pressed against the cold marble and closed his eyes as his breathing slowly returned to normal.

“Well, Potter… You have much to learn, but I don’t consider this to have been a complete waste of my time.” Said the Slytherin off-handedly as he reached over Harry to retrieve his wand and uttering a quick cleaning charm on himself. He tucked the strands of blonde hair that had gone astray behind his ear, and collected his clothing from the back of the chair.

Harry slowly rolled over onto his back. The table suddenly seemed very cold on his naked arse. He glanced back at the Slytherin who was now zipping his leather pants back up. Harry couldn’t help but allow his eyes to travel up and down the length of the blonde.

He took a deep breath as he tried to figure out what to say. We wanted to say something that let the blonde know how much he had enjoyed it. It needed to be flirtatious and confident. He thought maybe he should say something about Draco’s cock since most men were rather insecure about that, then he remembered this was Malfoy he was talking about. An ego stroking was the last thing he needed. Maybe he should ask him about the circumcision thing, but that would just make sound ignorant, and that wasn’t sexy.

“Draco, next time we do this, I think I should be on top.” He finally said, grinning slyly at his companion.

“What makes you think there is going to be a next time?” cut in a male voice.

Harry stared blankly at Draco as it began to register in his mind that the words hadn’t come from Draco’s mouth. The voice was very familiar, it sounded almost like… but no, it couldn’t be.

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