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"You bloody well chose last month, Zabini!" Ron
snapped, glaring at Blaise, who was perched on an armrest of one of
Harry and Draco's lounge chairs and filing his nails.
"So?" Blaise sniffed. "I have much better taste."
Draco snorted, sending a mouthful of popcorn spraying over Pansy's hair.
Pansy was sitting on the floor in front of the young couple. Harry and
Draco were curled up on the couch together, wrapped so close that there
was plenty of room on the two-seater for Ginny to be sitting on it as
well.
"Urgh, Draco!" Pansy screeched, jumping up and swiping her hand through
her hair. "You wanker!"
"Sorry," Draco said with a shrug, not sounding the slightest bit
apologetic. He grabbed another couple of pieces of popcorn and fed them
to Harry. "Will you just please hurry the fuck up and pick something? If
the movie isn't running in less than two minutes, Harry and I are going
for a shag. I have a tube of raspberry lube I want to christen."
"I'm not watching some shoot-em-up war movie," Ginny piped up.
Hermione snorted. "Don't worry, Harry and Draco don't have any of those
in their collection," she said, pouring through their video cabinet and
reading the labels. "They do, however, have Titanic?" This
caused everyone to burst out laughing.
"What?" Draco asked defensively. "That's a classic love story. Everyone
should have a copy in their collection."
Harry grinned cheekily. "What bollocks. You just like it because it's
long and gives you more time to grope me under the blanket."
Draco gave Harry's groin a brief pat. "I love how well you know me,
sexy."
Ron started making gagging sounds and Blaise smacked him in the head.
"Shut up, weasel breath. If we let them go, they might bugger each other
again in front of us."
"Again?!" Ron squeaked and glared questioningly at Harry, who just
clamped his mouth shut and refused to say anything.
"So, what are we watching?" Hermione asked quickly, shooting Ginny a
sheepish look. Ginny just grinned.
"Just put fucking Titanic in and get it over with!" Harry cried,
throwing up his hands. "We always spend an hour arguing over what to
watch. Just stick anything in. I'm bloody bored."
"Oh fine, don't throw a hissy fit," Hermione said, grabbing the tape and
shoving it in the player. "Titanic, it is."
There were some brief test patterns on the screen as Harry reached over,
grabbed his wand and dimmed the lights. Draco, of course, took full
advantage and gave Harry's arse a firm squeeze.
The picture flashed on the screen and in an instant the room fell into
an almost deathly silence, save for the sounds now emitting from the
television.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah, big boy! Ride it, lover! Ride my arse!"
on screen Draco moaned deeply. He was on all fours in a decadent bed
adorned in deep purple velvet and being rather exquisitely fucked by
Harry, who was once again wearing his red sequined cowboy hat and
nothing else.
Harry was gripping Draco's hips, pounding into him with deep grunts of
exertion. "Can you feel my hard cock up that gorgeous tight arse, angel?
Can you? Scream for me, hot stuff!" he demanded and Draco cried out in
passion, gripping the sheets to brace himself against the frantic
treatment his backside was getting.
"HOLY FUCK!" Ron cried as Harry scrambled off the couch with a horrified
shriek, falling to the floor in a desperate effort to snatch the remote
control from Hermione.
"That's what I'm talkin' about!" Blaise cried with a shrill
wolf-whistle. "Oh Merlin, all my Christmases have come at once…" He
started fanning himself.
"HARRY!" Ron screeched hysterically. Harry and Hermione were in a messy
scuffle on the floor for the remote control, and she was just managing
to keep it out of his reach, ensuring the masterpiece on the screen kept
running.
Draco cleared his throat. "Well bugger me," he said with a casual wave
of his hand. "It seems we've taped over Titanic, lover."
* * * * *
FLASHBACK
Harry was lying on the bed on his stomach reading when Draco waltzed
into the room dragging a plethora of electrical equipment behind him.
Harry blinked and closed his book. "Baby?" he asked hesitantly. "What
the hell?"
"It's a video camera," Draco explained, plopping down on the floor so he
could start putting everything together. He held up a plug and looked
closely at it, trying to figure out what the hell it did.
"That's not a camera, love, that's half a studio of filming equipment,"
Harry laughed. "And why is it in our bedroom?"
"Yes, it is a camera. I bought it from that shop on the corner.
The bloke assured me it was perfect for our purposes." Draco found where
the plug was supposed to go and shoved it in before he started setting
up a clunky looking tripod.
"Which is?" Harry asked warily.
"Harry and Draco Ride Again," Draco said with an indulgent smirk.
Harry gasped. "What?!" he squeaked. "Oh no! No, no, no, no, no!
Absolutely not! I was pissed that night! I don't even remember
talking about this! I barely remember fucking you in the pool! I only
have your account of it! We are not making our own porno movie!"
"Yes, we are," Draco replied, not missing a beat in his assembling.
"Oh god, I cannot believe you told the guy in the pawn shop that you
wanted to make a homemade porn video! Fuck, Draco, we walk past that
shop every day," Harry moaned, rubbing his hand over his face in
exasperation.
"He was very professional and even offered to edit it for us," Draco
said distractedly.
"Oh yeah, I bloody bet he did," Harry snorted. "There is no fucking way
I'm doing this!"
Draco turned and looked evenly at Harry. "Yes, you are."
"No," Harry said firmly. "Make a video of yourself wanking if you're so
into that."
"Would you watch it if I did?" Draco queried. He finally managed to get
the camera on the tripod and plugged into the electrical socket; he
stood back to admire his handiwork.
Harry floundered slightly before making an annoyed noise. "Well, yes,
but that's beside the point!"
"It's no different than watching us fuck on film," Draco insisted.
"Don't you think it will be fun?" He sauntered over to Harry, slid a
hand over his torso and slipped it down the back of Harry's pants; Draco
gave his bum a squeeze and pulled him closer in the process. "Wouldn't
you like to take me hard and fast on our smashing bed… and then watch it
all over again?"
Harry cleared his throat. "Uhhh… well…" Draco crashed his lips against
Harry's in a searing kiss, holding him upright as Harry stumbled back
with the sheer force of the unexpected kiss. Draco urged Harry back a
few paces until Harry's legs hit the bed and he fell backward amongst
the plush covers with Draco on top of him, the kiss never once breaking.
"If you do this for me, I'll let you use the honey again…" Draco
bargained, moving on to wrap his lips around Harry's earlobe, swirling
his tongue over the soft flesh there. "You can rub it all over me, and
lick it off… nice and slow…"
Harry sucked in a breath and let it out slowly, turning his head to give
Draco better access to this throat. "You're evil," he said shakily, his
body betraying him.
"But you love it," Draco purred confidently. He mouthed along Harry's
throat and slid a hand in between their connected bodies to massage
Harry's generous cock through his light pants.
"You're filming, aren't you?" Harry rasped, not being able to stop his
hands roaming to Draco's arse to encourage Draco's frotting against him.
"No, I'm making out with my lover," Draco corrected. "If the camera just
happens to be filming, so be it…" He rolled off Harry and started
tugging Harry's pants down his legs. Harry's eager erection sprang free,
lying flat against his stomach. "You can't tell me you aren't getting
off on this, baby." He leant over and planted three tiny kisses up the
underside of Harry's dick before taking the head into his mouth and
sucking on it.
Harry bit on his bottom lip and started breathing heavily. "Okay, okay!"
he relented. "I'll do whatever you want, just don't stop sucking my
dick!"
"Will you wear your cowboy hat for me?" Draco murmured, cupping Harry's
balls and moving them around between his nimble fingers.
"No," Harry said, shaking his head, so Draco moved his fingers lower to
trace circles around Harry's anus.
"Are you sure?" Draco whispered.
"Okay, yes," Harry changed his mind with a gasp when Draco pressed the
tip of his finger into his hole.
"Will you fuck me, Harry?" Draco's tongue darted out again and lapped at
a tiny drop of liquid that seeped from Harry's straining cock. Harry
nodded furiously, clamping his eyes shut and gripping the covers beside
him. "Will you fuck me hard?" More nodding. "Will you stick that thick,
pulsing cock up my arse and ride me, lover?"
"Fuck me, yes!" Harry cried out, grabbing Draco's face between his hands
and kissing him desperately. He managed to brace Draco by gripping onto
his waist. Harry rolled them over, placing himself firmly in the
dominant position.
Draco smirked widely. "Horny and forceful without even a drop of booze,"
he said. "Are we overcoming our hang-ups, darling?"
Harry gazed down at Draco and licked his lips. "I think you're wasting
your talented mouth on meaningless drivel, Malfoy," he growled and Draco
hissed through his teeth.
"Then why don't you just shut me up?" Draco wrapped his legs around
Harry's waist and thrust up roughly against him, their dicks crashing
together and causing them both to moan in pleasure.
Harry disentangled himself from Draco's legs and climbed off the bed. He
stood at the end of it, staring hungrily down at his horny boyfriend.
"Strip!" he demanded.
Draco cocked his eyebrow, but sat up and started peeling his clothes
off. When he was just down to his trousers, he stood up barely more than
a foot away from Harry. Draco erotically slid them down his legs and
kicked them away from him.
Harry made a purring noise of pleasure when he realised Draco was now
only wearing a very sparse and tight black thong. He hooked his fingers
into the waist band and pulled Draco close to him, smoothing his hands
over the pale, exposed cheeks of his arse. "Is this for me?" Harry
whispered, kneading the supple flesh.
"Can you handle it?" Draco challenged. Harry's eyes narrowed and in one
smooth movement, he whipped the tiny garment from Draco's body, the
narrow waist band easily snapping with the force. He tossed it
dismissively behind him and pushed Draco back onto the bed.
"I can handle anything you like," Harry told him huskily, pulling off
his own pants before climbing predatorily on top of Draco.
Draco flung his hand up in the air. "Accio cowboy hat!" he cried
and the sparkly headpiece flew into his hand. He grinned smugly at Harry
and plopped the hat onto his messy dark head.
"You just think you're such a smartypants now that you can do wandless,"
Harry snorted.
"Smartypants?" Draco mocked. "You know I only learnt it for sexual
purposes. One does not appreciate having to halt proceedings to fumble
with one's wand to summon lubricant."
"Among other things…" Harry muttered, slapping his hand over Draco's
mouth. "I think it's time I did shut you up." He moved his hand
away and licked along Draco's bottom lip before sliding his tongue into
Draco's mouth, their lips joining in a needy kiss.
They were soon rolling around on the bed together in a tangled, sweaty
embrace, rutting against each other and tasting one another through the
lengthy and intense kiss. Draco was gripping onto Harry's back with a
leg slung around Harry's waist as he rocked rhythmically up against his
lover's pleasurable cock. Harry was cradling Draco as close to his body
as possible, one hand behind Draco's head, stroking the silky blond
hair, his other cupping one of Draco's arse cheeks and urging on the
thrusting between them.
Harry broke away. "Lube," he murmured and Draco summoned the tube to him
which came hurtling from the bathroom from where it had been abandoned
after their morning shag, which somehow managed to be on the bathroom
floor after Draco had accosted Harry mid-shave. He fumbled it out of
Draco's fingers, sticking the cap into his mouth and ripping it off with
his teeth. He spat the lid over the edge of the bed and handed the tube
back to Draco, who squirted some into Harry's palm.
Harry's attention shifted back to Draco's bum, and he slicked the oily
gel into the crack and beyond to ease a finger into Draco's arse. "Mmmm,
yes. Give it to me, baby," Draco hissed, roughly pulling Harry's head
back down into the kiss, which resumed without any effort, but Harry
soon pulled back again. "What?!" Draco snapped in irritation.
"Wait, if you're filming, I want to change positions," Harry decided,
scrambling off Draco.
"What difference does it make?" Draco whined, grabbing his own dick and
rubbing it slightly so he didn't lose his arousal.
"I don't want my skinny white arse pointed at the camera the whole
time!" Harry cried. "I don't know about you, but that's going to make me
want to cringe in shame, not whip my dick out and have a healthy wank
watching it back!"
Draco shrugged. "I'd whip my dick out and have a healthy wank anyway. I
wouldn't give a shit what's on the screen," he said.
Harry folded his arms and scowled. "I will not film my arse just rapidly
pumping away like that," he huffed.
"Oh fine," Draco snorted, rolling his eyes. He moved so he was now
splayed across the bed, spreading his legs and hiking one up so Harry
got an eyeful of his arsehole, sleek, and ready for Harry to do his
best. His pale fingers danced down his leg to move on and press against
his own anus. "If you've finished procrastinating…" He said pointedly.
Harry's face broke into a smirk. "No, I haven't," he sniffed. "Get on
your hands and knees. Arse in the air. You wanted a ride and you're
going to fucking get one!"
Draco flipped over and hiked himself up onto all fours, wriggling his
arse suggestively at Harry. Being unable to resist the treat being
dangled in front of him, Harry gave Draco's butt a firm and stinging
slap and Draco gasped in surprise. "You spanked me!" he squeaked,
turning to look at Harry with bright, twinkling grey eyes.
"Did you like it?" Harry growled, grabbing Draco's hips and rubbing his
dick in between Draco's now slightly red cheeks.
"Bugger me, yes!" Draco moaned, hanging his head down between his arms.
"Do it again!" He pushed back against Harry's groin, causing Harry to
groan at the feeling.
Harry laid another sharp smack on Draco's arse and Draco squealed in
delight. "Again," he demanded, and Harry laughed.
"Will you come if I do?" Harry asked suspiciously, stroking the abused
flesh to soothe it.
"Hell yes!"
"Then no," Harry scoffed. "I'm not going to waste your no doubt
spectacular orgasm on spanking. Is that really the hot,
heart-pounding porno movie you want to make? Harry and Draco Ride
Again… Later After Draco Has Been Spanked? Doesn't quite have the
same ring, does it?"
"No," Draco admitted sheepishly. "But you will be doing that
again later."
"Yes, dear," Harry chuckled. "Now, where were we?"
"You were about to stick your cock up my arse, so bloody get to it!"
Draco demanded, fumbling blindly behind him to try and force Harry
inside him. Harry pushed his finger back into Draco's bum to prepare,
but Draco growled. "Get your finger out and your cock in, Potter! What
part of RIDE ME don't you get?!"
Harry pushed his hat back from where it had dropped to far down onto his
forehead. "Merlin, you're a demanding bitch," he muttered, spreading
Draco's arse cheeks purposefully and pushing in with one graceful
thrust.
Draco felt his balls and dick slap against his leg from the sheer force
of Harry's entry. He dropped his head forward onto the bed and groaned
loudly. "Bloody shit that feels… ungh…"
"Are you all right?" Harry asked in concern.
"Shush!" Draco hissed. "Do you see professional porn stars asking each
other if they are okay?" He threw his head back up and pushed back
against Harry, forcing Harry's cock further into his tight hole. "Do
it!"
Harry gritted his teeth and nodded. He started pumping insistently into
Draco and Draco responded by thrusting back against each of Harry's
movements, moaning and grunting as he got into the mood. Harry slid his
hand over Draco's perspiring back, the muscles there working with
exertion.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah, big boy! Ride it, lover! Ride my arse!"
Draco moaned deeply. What better way to spend a rainy Sunday afternoon
than with Harry's amazing dick planted firmly and expertly up his bum?
Harry gripped Draco's hips, hammering into him with deep grunts from his
forceful efforts. "Can you feel my hard cock up that gorgeous tight arse,
angel? Can you? Scream for me, hot stuff!" he demanded and Draco cried
out in passion, gripping the sheets to brace himself.
"Hmm, Harry, I love you, baby!" Draco declared. Harry leant over and
gave Draco an awkward, one-armed hug to acknowledge Draco's sentiments,
kissing him lightly on the back. He quickly fumbled around to Draco's
front and started fisting his erection, his hand a blur as he focussed
on getting Draco off.
"Oh, you're so fucking hot, Draco. Do you know how much I adore your
arse, gorgeous?" Harry grunted. Draco just whimpered in response, losing
his concentration as he buried his face into the covers in front of him
and clawed at the sheets in ecstasy. "Draco, baby, are you gonna come
for me?" Harry purred, sliding his other hand under Draco and caressing
the heaving muscles of his stomach, tracing his finger along the line of
hair leading from his bellybutton down to his tasty cock.
At Harry's words, shudders almost immediately began pulsing through
Draco and he threw his head back again, screaming Harry's name as he
came so hard the thick streams of his semen shot up onto his chest.
Harry let go of Draco's sensitive dick to wrap his arm around his chest
and urge Draco into a sitting position on his cock. Draco dropped his
tired head back onto Harry's shoulder and Harry kissed him deeply as he
pounded rapidly in and out of Draco's arse. It was an awkward and
uncomfortable position, but he had access to Draco's lips without
breaking apart from his lover and he was so close. He cradled
Draco tightly, holding the kiss as he thrust forward with a few last
strokes and moaned into Draco's mouth, pulsing into Draco's receptive
hole as he climaxed intensely.
Harry was panting, sucking softly on Draco's throat as they came down
from their orgasmic high. "You're so hot like this, my love," he
whispered into Draco's ear.
"Hmm," Draco mumbled. "I love your cock."
Harry laughed weakly, and cuddled Draco around his stomach. "Did that
get your video tape fetish out of your system?" he asked. He breathed in
the fruity scent of Draco's hair, unwilling to relinquish his hold a now
floppy and pliant Draco.
"Dunno, gotta see it first," Draco sighed.
"You know, I don't think professional porn stars scream declarations of
love to the one fucking them on film," Harry pointed out with amusement.
"We can cut that bit," Draco decided.
"You know, you blackmailed me into this videoing business," Harry said,
his fingers gently caressing Draco's flaccid dick. "I think you've been
a very naughty boy…"
"Hmm?"
"I think you need spanking," Harry continued and Draco sprung out of
Harry's lap and launched himself face first onto the bet, poking his
sweet bum in Harry's direction.
"Yes, very naughty. Lots of really hard spanking is in order," Draco
agreed and Harry burst out laughing as he lay down across Draco's back
and started nibbling the back of his neck. The cowboy hat went tumbling
from his head to the floor as he reached under Draco to tease his cock
back to life…
END FLASHBACK
The test patterns returned just as the remote control flew from
Hermione's hand and smashed with a loud crack against their hearth,
sending bits of plastic, batteries, and buttons flying in every
direction.
Everyone in the room was dead still, all continuing to stare at the grey
lines on the screen in shock. Harry scrambled up off Hermione and
stumbled over to the television, furiously pounding at the Eject button
to get the tape out of the machine. His face was bright red and he spun
around to glare at everyone once he had the tape in his hand.
Blaise was sniggering, his hand gripping his groin; the groin that was
sporting an obvious erection screaming for relief. Ginny, who was within
reaching distance of Blaise, was gripping his hand and fanning herself.
Pansy looked like she was about to explode from stifling laughter.
Hermione's eyes were flicking warily between Harry and Ron, and Ron just
looked like he wanted to cry or scream very loudly.
Draco, however, was still curled up in his seat, munching contentedly
away on the popcorn with a smirk on his face. "Came out quite well,
didn't it, babe?" he finally piped up.
"Fuck yes! Can I have a copy?" Blaise blurted out.
"NO!" Harry screeched.
"I'll pay!" Blaise insisted. "Hell, I can even sell copies! You could
make a fucking fortune! You could take an ad out in Boys And Their
Brooms! I could be your agent! You should make a seq -"
"ENOUGH!" Harry roared and Blaise snapped his mouth shut. "Draco,
darling, why is this," he thrust the video tape in the air and waved it
about a bit, "in our communal video collection that our friends often
peruse? And why is it labelled Titanic?"
Draco cleared his throat. "Well, I'd sort of forgotten about that…" he
started.
"Draco…" Harry said in a warning tone, and Draco visibly shrunk back.
"Because your dick is like the Titanic, okay?" Draco blurted out. "It's
big and large and sinks… into me!" The ice was immediately broken and
everyone except Draco started laughing hysterically. "What?!" he snapped
defensively.
"Oh… Draco…" Harry gasped out through his hilarity. "It sinks?!"
He snorted. "I will never for the life of me understand how your mind
works, love. Never!" He shook his head fondly.
"Fuck that, I can't believe you let Harry spank you!" Hermione cried.
"That was shit hot!"
"Hermione!" Ron cried. "You… you… oh my HELL you've seen them fuck
before, haven't you?!"
Hermione sniffed, crossing her arms. "Yes, I have. Now, want to go home
and let me spank you, honey?" Ron spluttered in response, his face
turning a rapid shade of red, and then purple as he choked on his
response.
"If you wet the skin first, it has a better effect," Harry offered and
Draco nodded in agreement. "I can get Draco to come without touching his
cock just from spanking."
Draco squeaked in horror. "HEY! You weren't supposed to tell them
that!"
"Bite it, Draco," Harry scoffed. "They've just all watched us fuck like
porn stars. Your indignation is a little skewed, considering."
"Well, you didn't have to just blurt out that I can come untouched, you
dick," Draco grumbled. "I'm going to get you back for that…" He scowled
fiercely at everyone. "Harry likes to fuck on aeroplanes!" Harry gasped,
and shot his friends a mortified look. "In the toilet!" Draco continued
and Harry pounced over the coffee table, threw himself onto Draco and
slapped a hand over his mouth.
Blaise just watched the scene in interest. "So, can I have a copy now?"
- fin -
