Storms aren't forever - Draco
Draco
The ground was cold, we were out in the open and the rain was pelting against us, but nothing could have stopped me from what I was about to do. Nestled between Perfect Potters Perfect thighs was singlehandedly the most mouth watering thing i had ever seen. He had definitely earned the name chosen one with the size of it. I looked up, green eyes meeting mine. The heat could have sizzled along between us as I reached forward and grasped him. The feeling of him hard, completely at my mercy, did something within me. Up till now I never knew when he was going to pounce out of the shadows just to wind me up and leave me breathing hard and fisting my own cock in the bathroom. Imaging the way his eyes would roll back into his head as I took him in my mouth, Looking at him now, pupils blown wide, something dark just under his skin I barely wasted a moment dragging my hand up and down, painfully slow. Teasing, the ache settling between my own thighs as he watched me. Leaning forward I took him into my mouth, the salty taste tangy against my tongue as his head rolled back to the clouds, mouth parted and drenched. I’d never seen something or someone as awe inspiring as this. Relaxing my throat I took him deeper before pulling back up and hollowing my cheeks as my hand met the movements of my head. His hands clenched into fists, I moved slowly finding my own rhythm, finding what he liked, what would bring him closer to toppling off that cliff he had us both tight roping across all of the time. The muscles in his arms flexed as he fought the urge to use my mouth for his own pleasure. Again I moved up and down the length of him before popping him out of my mouth and moving my tongue over the head, his head snapped back towards me, eyes meeting mine as he groaned again. This time, more certain in my own movements I took him back into my mouth and sucked.
There was no restraint then, his hands snaked forward and twined themselves into my hair, my movements became quicker as he met with shallow thrusts of his own, hips moving instinctively now to match the same movements my mouth and hand were following. I knew he was tipping over the edge as his hands tightened in my hair and forced his cock down my throat, the moans spilling from his lips only served to make my own cock twitch and throb against the material of the trousers. With a rough suck from me he went over the edge, spilling down my throat as his movements slowed and stopped.
He slid out of my mouth and looked down at me, saliva was pouring from my mouth as I gasped for air, there was a gentle look in his eye as he reached towards me. Second guessing as his hand stuttered to a stop just a bit too far out of reach for me, when I looked back at his face the gentleness was replaced with something hard and cold as he retracted his hand and smirked at me.
“Thanks for the suck sweetheart” he winked at me before spinning on his heels and leaving me there, knelt in the rain, alone.
There was always something about Harry Potter, right from that very first day, like he had been waiting for something his whole life. Something within him spoke to something within me and the naïve little boy within me thought a friendship could have been kindled between two boys from such different origins carrying the same scars inside. Then he had rejected me in front of the entire year and I couldn't let it stand. So that made us enemies but it never lessened what I felt towards the boy with dark hair and glasses and green eyes that feel like home. We had gone through the first 5 years being enemies and somewhere along the way the taunts began to feel more like flirting and before I knew it he wasn't really my enemy, but then was he really ever? My father was always disgusted by my obsession for the chosen one, but looking back I think I was just trying to hide from the truth.
Then he had cornered me on the train, I don't know what he intended to do but with him enclosed between my arms I was powerless to resist the nagging voice inside and so i kissed him despite the taunt, I kissed him like a dying man tasting oxygen for the first time, then he had taunted me about my father hearing about it and he was right it's not something I would be telling him any time soon. Then he stormed into the great hall, dripping in sweat and I hadn't noticed before just how much he had filled out over the summer. He was all toned muscle and sweat and floppy hair, he looked just like his godfather but even still it wasn't something I could resist the attraction towards him. Then like every other day he had wanted to wind me up and had succeeded after his stunt in potions. But I knew he was done for when he winked at Theo after saying what ideas he could have if my mouth stayed open.
I trudged back to the common room in silence, dripping wet from the rain and the taste of harry potter still on my tongue. The noise was enough to tell me that everyone was awake in Slytherin house and I tried my best to slip past without anyone noticing that I was firstly soaking and second looked the way that I did. I'm sure it was the look of someone who had just been roughly fucked in the mouth. Thank Salazar the only person to notice was Theo who simply winked at me as I walked to my room.