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Two hisses this time, two ohs. Oh Harry. He forgets to answer. Remembers the word that got him here. Please. Slim fingers slide up his bollocks, softly, too softly, drift across the head of his cock, smear of wet in the slit, on the fingertip, at the precise moment the other hand leaves him, pulls slowly back to just fingertip. To just inside. Then to just circling. He finally remembers to breathe and he can feel the coolness of the air on his burgundy face, can feel the tickle of Draco's hip against the inside of his thigh. Can feel two circling now. Two fingers. Slipping teasingly across the silky ring of muscle. Two fingers tentatively pressing.

Two fingers. Inside him. He might call it a burning if he were thinking, but he's not, so he doesn't call it anything, just moves against it, with it, onto it. It hurts, but only a little, and the want is so large, the need so much more painful than the pain that he pushes back, surprising them both when it sends the probing digits abruptly inside him. As far as they can go.

The bump of the folded index finger against the cleft of his arse tells him that. The feeling - of fullness, of stretch, of burn, of yes, of more, of god never stop - tells him that. He doesn't know who's breathing more jaggedly, but it doesn't matter, because Draco's free hand is roaming all over his thighs, greedy, and two of his fingers are inside him, and somehow that's the most exciting thing he can imagine existing in the world. Doesn't matter, because now Draco's moving them, and the world doesn't exist anymore.

It's the hand under his thigh, lifting, that seems somehow the obscene thing, not the fingers sliding slowing in and out of his arse, but he doesn't mind, doesn't mind at all, being spread like this, because it seems to have given Draco leverage and that's. God. Oh. Oh. It's one brief lighting flash of fear as he realizes it's three now, and then everything is dark and blinding under his eyelids. Draco's. Touched something. Inside him. And he's not

Stopping. On every slow thrust of his fingers, he's angling, twisting, and he doesn't know anymore, anything, only that this can never stop and he wants to shout More and Yes and even- Fuck me but he can't because Draco is, moreing and yesing and fucking him, angling, hitting and the coil of it at the base of his cock is too much he's going to Harry he's going to Look at me he's going to but he manages to look, peering gasping down as Draco thrusts his fingers in and out of his arse, gripping his thigh, his own prick purpling against the white white abdomen where it bobs with each rock of his arm into Harry's squirming body. Never stop he says or only thinks, never stop and this time when Draco thrusts, it all falls apart, spills out of him in pulse after pulse of salty wet onto his stomach, some terrible sound coming out of his mouth and a plea to never stop and he can feel himself clenching and convulsing around Draco's fingers and that's the last thing he thinks before the ebb sweeps him away for just a moment, into buzzing darkness.

Barely registers the slide of fingers out of him, barely registers the slide of white body up against his. Registers more clearly the nudge of wet mouth against his neck, and then realizes with a dawning clarity bright as sunrise that he.

Can do this to Draco next.

I'd love a really hot sex scene where Harry and Draco are both Aurors and are practicing sparring together, but it quickly gets out of hand and they come to blows with each other and eventually even rip and tear their clothes off. In between punches eventually they keep struggling for control and alternate whose topping and bottoming until someone wins.

I think this would be really hot.

Harry is always cautious when it’s too quiet when he gets home. Usually, Draco has some kind of music playing, or he can hear the shower or bath running, or Draco at the very least comes out to greet him before returning to his work. It’s not that Harry would call himself paranoid, it’s just that… No, actually, he probably would call himself paranoid. He can’t help it, considering the first seventeen years of his life, plus the fact that being an Auror also means that one does develop a certain level of paranoia over the years.

And it’s too quiet right now. He draws his wand and silently climbs the stairs, taking them two at a time as he goes. Their bedroom door is ajar and he can hear soft breathing and a rustle of the bedclothes coming from inside the room. He lets out a sigh of relief – Draco is obviously home and he’s safe and Harry peeks inside.

Draco is spread out on the bed, his fist wrapped around his hard and leaking cock, eyes closed, his lower lip worried between his teeth. His right hand moves lazily over his shaft while the other rolls a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He moans quietly and mutters to himself, pinching his nipple and arching into his own touch.

It takes Harry a few moments to remember how to breathe as he watches. It’s not that he’s never seen Draco wank before, but it’s never been like this before. Usually, he’s too busy trying to be coy or he’s self-conscious, but right now, there’s none of that now. He’s just lost in his own touch, the feel of his own hand and fingers. He trails the very tips of his fingers from his chest down between his leg and cups his balls in his hand, rolling them around while his right hand continues at its slow, steady pace. Harry can feel himself harden as he watches this, watches Draco lose himself, mutter to himself and he pinches the flushed tip of his cock, eyes squeezing shut and he breathes, “ah” and Harry can’t help it – he reaches down to palm himself through his trousers and closes his eyes.

“Are you just going to stand there watching or are you going to bother helping me at all?”

Harry nearly topples over in shock, eyes opening to see Draco staring at him. Both of Draco’s hands are still between his legs, still stroking and cupping himself. He looks amused. “Come on, then,” he says, tossing Harry the bottle of lube. Harry catches it, dumbfounded and Draco lays back on the pillows and spreads his legs a little more. “I’ve already prepared myself,” he says, voice low and husky and when Harry walks closer, he can see Draco’s hole is shiny and pink and that sends a shock straight to Harry’s cock and he pulls Draco into a deep kiss as he opens the bottle and coats his fingers with the lube, pressing two into his entrance. He immediately finds Draco’s prostate and he rubs it without mercy and Draco cries out and squirms and Harry can tell he’s close, he’s so close so he doesn’t waste any more time coating himself and pushing inside Draco’s entrance and he’s so hot, he’s so tight that it makes Harry’s head spin a little.

He rebalances himself and Draco pulls his knees to his chest, draping them over Harry’s shoulders and it only takes a few quick snaps of Harry’s hips to bring him off and he’s crying out and coming in hot spurts all over himself and Harry follows just as fast, emptying himself into Draco before collapsing on top of him.

(He stays inside, even when his cock starts to soften.)

OP here Let me just say, EEEEEP!!!! Oh my god, I think you have just written the definitive treatise on fingering. I could not have wanted anything more. So lyrical, with alliteration, and awesome repeated elements and Harry was so innocent and turned on. Boy, did you ever capture the drive and pulse of teen sexuality, but also a wonderful connection between two young men exploring it together. Just so, so fantastic.

I think you should claim this on your journal later. It is wonderful. Then I will praise you again and not so anonymously.

I'm dead. That was a hot, hot helping of coming home, and the fact that Draco was getting ready for Harry added the nice extra spice of unexpected. I liked the little hints of their life together - like we know Draco works at home.

Well done. Lovely! The pauses made it for me, honestly, and the truncated sentences that continue on into the next paragraph, the disjointedness of it that really fits the shocking newness of the experience. Not to mention how turned on Harry is! Oh, I love this to tiny little bits.

The downside to the whole anonymity thing is that I cannot now go searching for more of your writing! Darn it all. ;)

So hot!!! I want part two....Snape needs to punish those boys!

What does this mean? Is it writing or otherwise marking Harry? Does it mean tag team sex? I googled it but got nothing definitive.

Draco's a deep sleeper, and Harry loves to take advantage.

Yes, tag team sex. :)

Yessss. Slow and sloppy and lazy and just...perfect. Thank you so much for filling my prompt!

Agsfdsdfghdskl! I think I know exactly who you are, and this is so, so incredibly sensual and hot :) Amazing fill, thank you!

OMG this! *wants*

Basically, Draco dresses up as Daddy's Little Girl and whom Daddy Harry just can't get enough of. More preferable if Draco acts all innocent and Harry, well perverted. :)

--An excellent example (for reference) would be kitty_fic 's "A Treat For Daddy"

Oh, lovely! I like how they call each other "Potter" and "Malfoy", but have these tender moments between the sex. Very much them, ^^

Second this so much!

It's not even a kink of mine, but damn is this hot!

Seconded!!!

Oh god so effing HOT. Wow.

Nothing makes me happier than pleasing a requester, yay! I'm glad this was something like what you were looking for. ♥

How delightful that you enjoyed this fill penned by persons unknown. If you visit

dulcemia, you might find fic that bears a striking resemblance to this style. ;)

Why, thank you, mysterious anonymous person, for pointing me in the direction of such similarly-styled fic! :D

♥♥♥

Harry and Draco both love to bottom. After yet another argument over who gets to have who's cock up their arse, one of them comes home with a double-ended dildo and makes them both happy and satisfied.

Draco doesn’t intend to go back to Hogwarts. He failed there. Not the lessons, sure, but everything else. His father’s already looking into the correspondence courses based out of The Vienna Institute – it’ll be good, Draco thinks, maybe they can both learn something.

Mother sweeps into the dining room on a Thursday evening. She tells him that she’d do anything for him, and that includes telling him what he doesn’t want to hear. She tells him to go back for the 8th Year and not to make waves. “Forget your pride, Draco,” she says, “And forget your other plans. You know I only want what’s best for you.”

He does know that.

When owls from Austria start arriving for him, Draco’s confused: he doesn’t remember signing up for ‘An Introduction to Teutonic Spellcasting’. There must have been a mistake.

~~

Pansy’s back too, which makes her pretty damned brave in Draco’s opinion. She drags him onto the train as soon as he arrives on the platform and they hug each other fiercely in the temporary privacy of the carriage.

“The Mudbloods are going to be insufferable this year,” she says, but she’s laughing like she does when she’s afraid.

“It’ll probably be in our best interests not to call them that from now on.”

“Well I’m certainly not going to kiss their spoilt arses or anything.”

“That’s my girl,” Draco says, and lets her go.

“Knew it wouldn’t take long for these to pay off,” someone says from behind them. It’s a 7th year Hufflepuff, Draco doesn’t know which, and he’s holding a pair of Extendable Ears. “Maybe you should start by kissing this spoilt arse.”

“Drop dead,” Pansy snarls, and Draco’s heart skips a beat.

“How about you, Malfoy?” he spits.

“I’m ever so sorry my dear,” he says to Pansy, “but it seems that someone’s dog has escaped. I can hear a little mutt yapping, but I can’t make out a thing it says.”

Goyle, Zabini and Greengrass show up then and so the Hufflepuff scurries away.

“You’re a moron, Malfoy,” Zabini says. “No one’s going to be on your side this year when you screw up, believe me.”

~~

Surprisingly, they get the least shit from the Gryffindors. Lord Potter’s influence no doubt, but Draco isn’t about to join the fanclub or anything. He ignores Potter, the Weasleys and Granger outside of classes, but can’t help remarking on Potter’s incompetence in potions or Weasley’s general bumbling any more than he could before he owed them his life.

The Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs take offence though.

Three of them corner him when he’s taking measurements for astronomy. The dark-haired, surprisingly-muscled-for-a-Ravenclaw boy gets right up in his face.

“We’ve been studying you, Malfoy, and we’ve come up with a theory. All those times in lessons when you do exactly what you’re told? The others think you’re sucking up to the Professors, but they’re wrong aren’t they?”

Draco doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

“On your knees.” The boy looks shocked when Draco doesn’t move.

“What?! You pathetic excuse for a half-blood. Take too many Crucios last year?”

“No,” the Hufflepuff says, “but we know you’re a little Spell-Damaged, and we’re going to prove it.” He pauses, like he’s trying to focus, but before Draco can take advantage, the Hufflepuff orders him to his knees.

Draco obeys.

“Hah!” the second Ravenclaw, the Mudblood, says, “And we didn’t even do anything Unforgivable.”

That snaps Draco out of it – he’s not going to let some students control him. He tries to struggle upright again but he can’t. He reaches for his wand but the Hufflepuff booms “Drop your wand, then freeze.”

Draco does as he’s told. He hates kneeling, it reminds him of being in the Dark Lord’s service, but while this isn’t the Imperius, he’s still getting that twisted feeling of relief that he thought only the Imperius could bring. Towards the end, Mother had started cursing him with it and ordering him to relax, to get some sleep, to believe her when she said it would be all right. Of course he’d forgiven her for it. He only wished that someone had thought to do the same for her.

“Now crawl to me, Malfoy,” says the Hufflepuff.

Draco thinks that maybe, if he were a Gryffindor and proud, he’d fight this.

He crawls, keeps his head bowed.

They all want blowjobs, and Draco finds he can shut off his mind just enough that the tingling pleasure that comes from obeying neatly balances the disgust he feels.

The Half-blood takes his wand and uses it to smear the mess of come all over Draco’s face, some of it sticking in his hair.

“You’re not going to tell anyone,” the Mudblood orders. “And you don’t remember who we are.”

~~

He remembers the blood.

He can’t tell anyone. They’d never believe him. The Professors all know he’s an Occlumens now and they won’t trust his thoughts, won’t trust his memories. He’s not strong enough to resist Veritaserum but they don’t know that, not when they don’t have Snape to verify the potion’s potency. They didn’t even cast a spell, not really, it’s probably just him being weak and cowardly and sick like always. He can’t tell anyone. He wouldn’t, anyway.

~~

The Hufflepuff favours the outdoors. He carries a tent around in his pocket and sets it up near the Quidditch pitch, while the Ravenclaws work on Disillusioning it. They make Draco clean the carpets on his hands and knees and fill his mouth with soapy water. He doesn’t even have the strength of mind to spit it out.

When they’re confident they won’t be disturbed, the Hufflepuff takes a turn. He wants Draco to ‘kiss his spoilt arse like he’s gagging for it’ after all. He lies face down on one of the beds and Draco kneels beside it, stretching like an eager puppy. Draco swallows, then kisses and licks his way over the pasty, wobbly, smelly flesh. He whimpers and thrusts his tongue into the boy’s arsehole, drool leaking down his chin. Without the constant buzz in his spine, it would have been one of the worst moments of his life, and he’d lived with the Dark Lord.

The Ravenclaws show some house solidarity. They work together to strip Draco and clean him up, then flip a coin for who gets his mouth and who gets his arse. The Mudblood gets the honour of forcing Draco to look into his eyes while Draco sucks him, petting his hair and telling him over and over that he was a good bitch for servicing them, that he was a pathetic wizard for allowing them to dominate him so completely.

Draco listens, because that’s what he does now. Even with the Slytherins, he finds it harder and harder to talk.

~~

The Half-Blood Ravenclaw probably should have been in Slytherin too, Draco thinks. He’s going over an essay for Astronomy he’d written under the other boy’s instruction, charming his handwriting so that it wouldn’t be identified, when Potter interrupts him.

“What are you up to, Malfoy?” Potter asks.

“Studying,” Draco says. When the silence lasts too long, he struggles and says, “And what are you up to, Potter?”

“Watching you,” Potter says easily, like it’s not weird, like it’s not a threat. “You’ve been… you know… off.”

Draco shrugs.

“Don’t fight me,” Potter commands, “Legilimens.”

Draco slumps back in his chair, but no one’s in their corner of the library to notice. He surrenders his mind to Potter, and even if he’s about to be absolutely humiliated, he still enjoys the spasm that shoots through him.

“Fuck,” Potter swears, when he’s done. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You don’t see them anymore. You don’t listen to them anymore ok, Malfoy? You listen to me. I’ll protect you.”

Draco nods.

“I’ll protect you, I swear,” Harry repeats.

~~

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A pity I can't include "definitive treatise on fingering" on my CV :D

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Request: Double-ended Dildo

For his own good 1/? (Imperius-non-con, OMCs/D, H/D, rimming, mindrape)

For his own good 2/? (Imperius-non-con, OMCs/D, H/D, rimming, mindrape)