Title: Quid 2
Series: Posts 1 - 5
Author: Josan
Pairing: Threesome: Snape/Harry/Draco
Posting began: August 22, 2006
Posting ended: April 7, 2007

Spoilers: HBP has never been published. (Now you can add DH!) Hey, I ignored Carter's killing off Krycek, I can ignore anything I want in this fandom.

Disclaimer: I'm just borrowing them. I'll return them. Promise.

Theme: PPP and you can thank not_sally for inventing the term. It means "Porn Plus Plot".

Warning 1: Yep, smut, smut, smut and more smut, mingling in with plot.

Warning 2: This is being written as I go along. A real WIP, which is ironic as I won't read those. I have no idea where this is going. I haven't even jotted down notes. The last time I did this, I thought it would be done in 25 or so posts. The final total was 105.

Warning 3: I sort of remember Quid Pro Quo, T.O.O. (aka The Neverending Story), in a very general way. Plot and sex-wise. There may or may not be some continuance. If there is, that's sheer luck as I will not be rereading Quid 1(as it shall now be called).

Warning 4: Quid 1 was written in response to your comments. If you want to keep me on track plot-wise, that's your job. Ditto for the smut. If there's something in particular you'd like, comment. The plot bit is all mine (in agreement with Snape, Harry and Draco).

Warning 5: I may listen to you and I may not. That's my prerogative as the cranky writer. Besides, the characters also have a say in this and I tend to listen to them first. Otherwise, when they pout, they are not very co-operative and we all suffer.

Warning 6: Posting schedule. Who knows? Take it as it comes. Subject header, after this one, will always indicate Quid 2, so you can ignore the other stuff.

Warning 7: As westmoon will concur, I often have trouble finding the right expression or word. Call it an aging brain, call it whatever...I depend on my betas to know what I am trying to say and to give me the right expression/word. That's also your job.

Warning 7a: Quid 1 can be found at: http://tales-of-josan.livejournal.com/39951.html

Be forewarned: It's 22 posts in all. Lots of reading. Mind, you don't need to have read it, but if you intend to beta this, it might help.

Warning 8: I think that's it. So, without further ado, on y va!

ETA after it was all over: This turned out to have 125 posts. So, at five gathered here in each post, you're looking at 25 of the things.

A.N.: Well, it turned out to have a lot less porn than I had planned. Plot and characters took over. Boy, did they ever! Still, those who read along when Quid 2 was being written didn't seem to complain all that much. As usual, there are plot holes you could drive a truck through, but that's what happens with this kind of writing. All I've done is go back and correct some typos, punctuation and terms that were changed later in the story.

BETAS: Many thanks to those who corrected as I wrote and especially to hp_reader who went back to the very beginning then prodded me to clean up the typos and the punctuation at the very least. Grand merci, all.

ETA: At posting. This gathered posting represents hours of work. If there are still typos, corrections, spacing problems, etc., just ignore them. I've done the best I can. I really have to stop writing these monsters.





Quid 2, Post 1
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Harry pushed the door closed with his shoulder. His arms were filled with books from the library for a research project Professor Sinistra.

"What did you do, empty the shelves?"

Harry looked up from dumping the books on his bed. Draco Black, né Malfoy, was stretched out on the only other bed in the small room the two of them now shared.

He was naked.

Harry had been surprised – well, not once he thought about it – that Draco tended to shed his clothing as soon as it was decent to do so. Which, now that they were the only ones about instead of the usual five, he did with great regularity.

Harry grinned at the sight of his lover, hair deliciously rumpled, shoulders propped on pillows, legs spread apart, sex casually displayed but only for a select few. Two actually.

Harry kept his own eyes on it as he ambled over to the foot of Draco's bed.

Which sex twitched at the attention.

"You are such a slut, Draco."

Draco grinned, slouched a little, and spread his legs farther apart. "You know you love me that way."

And Harry did. But he'd also just spent the day in classes, supervised Gryffindor Quidditch practice and rummaged around in the dusty stacks trying to find the resources both of them needed for this six foot essay due in a week.

Harry leaned over and tweaked the big toe nearest him. Draco used that as an excuse to pout as he slouched another couple of inches lower. Harry came around to the side, leaned over to kiss said pout off Draco's delicious and ever hungry mouth.

Another thing that Harry had learnt about Draco, in the three weeks they'd been sharing a room, was that he loved being kissed. Which was not a problem as Harry had discovered that he too loved kissing. He'd never thought much of the act until a Master had demonstrated the skill and nuances of the art and now Harry practiced on Draco as often as possible.

They kissed, mouths open, tongues caressing, one trying to dominate the other in the perpetual battle for control of the moment. Harry slipped a hand across Draco's chest, fingers teasing sensitive nipples before dropping down to skim the taut skin of the abdomen. Draco moaned into his mouth, his hips bucking for Harry's attention. Harry obliged. His hand brushed over the pale pubes to grab the long cock and give it an encouraging squeeze. Draco was very responsive to any attention given his cock and balls and now was no exception.

Harry pulled away from the kiss and looked down at what he held in his hand. "Nice," he judged.

Draco pretended to be insulted. "Nice? Spectacular is what you mean. You've never had anything this good since..."

"This morning?" Harry gave the genitals a final squeeze. He moved his hand to the nipple that still bore the mark of that morning's attention and pinched it tightly.

Draco yelped rather well. "That hurt!"

Harry leaned over and placed a kiss on the abused flesh. "There, all better now."

"Bitch!"

Harry grinned at the pout. Draco was beautiful this way. Eyes heavy with arousal. Mouth wet, lips slightly swollen from his attentions. That pale chest flushed a light pink. Cock already filling for action.

He leaned over and grabbed a quick feel of those lips. He pitched his voice a little lower than his normal speaking voice. "Stay exactly like that. Don't move. Don't touch yourself."

His top voice.

Draco reacted perfectly. His cock rose, his eyelids drooped, his tongue flicked out to stroke his lower lip.

"I'm going to shower. When I come back, I want to see you exactly as you are now. Don't disappoint me. Or else."

Harry didn't have to explain the reprisals of that 'or else'; Draco well knew them. His cock twitched again.

Harry grinned as he shucked his clothes before opening the door that Draco had created to connect their room to what had once been a Prefects' bathroom. Harry had teased him about that door, but Draco had protested its necessity. "The hallway is always cold. What's the use of taking a nice warm bath and losing all the effects coming back here through a cold hallway?"

With one last look over his shoulder, Harry cautioned, "No touching, Draco."

Draco watched the door close. He looked down at himself. There was no way he was going to be able to keep his cock that way without any attention. The problem he faced was presenting Harry with a flaccid cock, for which he could expect to be punished, or keeping it interested, for which he would also be punished.

Either way, he won.

He sighed happily as he closed his eyes and wondered how Harry would punish him as one hand closed about his cock and the other slipped under to lightly squeeze his balls.

Wouldn't do to appear to Harry more eager than Draco had been when he'd left.

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Quid 2, Post 2
For meri_oddities
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Draco wriggled a little impatiently, wondering what was taking Harry so long in the shower. He'd better not be wanking off. Not if he knew what was good for him. Draco was horny – shit, when wasn't he horny! – and there was nothing he liked more than to have Harry's cock in his mouth.

Snape had been very accepting of the fact that his two brats had different needs. Draco loved to be fucked while Harry loved being sucked off.

Harry could fuck when he was in the right mood, but since it didn't exactly turn him on, he wasn't as good at it as Snape.

Draco sighed, watching his cock to make sure it remained interested but not totally aroused. He really liked it when Harry went 'top' on him, but he was truly worried that one day his 'punishment' would be Harry's refusing to play the game. Harry could be a little uncomfortable with Draco's need for 'punishment'.

As Draco was adjusting to the role of bottom, Harry still needed some encouragement to play top. Of course, Snape needed neither adjusting nor practice: he topped both of them with ease.

Unfortunately, since leaving the Chamber of Secrets, sessions with their Master had been non-existent. Some crap about teacher/student relationships.

Oh, they'd seen Snape in class, had even spent a couple of evenings with him in detention, which, sadly, had been real detentions, not excuses to get them in his quarters and continue the lessons that had begun in the Chamber.

Harry was fun, and getting better at games...but Draco missed the Severus who had been revealed to them.

Draco spared a moment to wonder how Snape had explained their absences to the Headmaster. He'd caught Professor McGonagall looking at him and Harry through squinted eyes, as though she was searching their faces for something.

"I thought I'd made myself clear. No touching, Draco."

Draco had been so caught up in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed that the door had opened. He'd purposefully oiled the hinges so that he could sneak up on Harry. He hadn't considered that that could work both ways.

Draco dropped his hands to his sides and fluttered his eyelashes. He lowered his head just enough so that he could peer up through them at Harry. The gesture had always worked with his mother. It had got him out of a lot of trouble in the past even with some of the professors.

Damn, Harry looked good. Skin all flushed from the shower. The scattering of hair on his pecs shiny with droplets of water. He hadn't completely dried himself and Draco found himself wanting to lick the lines of wet off his skin.

It had been three weeks since they'd returned from spending two weeks in the Chamber and, in that time, Harry seemed to have suddenly become a man, no longer a gangly teenager.

There he was, leaning confidently against the door jamb, arms crossed over his chest, one foot, crossed over the other, propped up on toes.

All that lovely skin, pale with the darkness of hair on chest, arms and legs, made Draco salivate. He knew his own body was attractive but the paleness of his hair made him look even more naked than Harry.

"Oops!" Draco tried a flirtatious tone. "Caught in the act."

Harry shook his head, playing sad. "I seem to remember giving you a direct order, Draco."

"Sorry, Harry. I couldn't help myself." Draco bit his lower lip in an attempt to look truly contrite.

Harry sighed as he straightened. He didn't come over to Draco's bed, instead going to sit in the old armchair they had found while scrounging for furniture in the empty rooms that were off this unused tower.

He dropped into it, sitting upright, and patted his lap.

Draco wanted to rush over and throw himself onto those sturdy knees but that wouldn't be part of the game.

"Oh, come on, Harry! I didn't mean to disobey. In fact, I was just trying to do as you'd asked, keep myself interested."

Harry merely raised his eyebrows and patted his lap a second time.

Draco rolled off his bed and sat on the edge of it. "It's not fair. You knew I was going to touch myself. How else was I supposed to do as you'd asked?"

"I told you, no touching. Draco, if I have to go over there, I promise you, you will really not like it."

Draco sniffed, tried to bat his eyelashes at Harry as he stood. With dramatic reluctance, he made his way over to Harry who now spread his knees apart.

"You know the position."

Draco closed his eyes. Oh, did he ever! It had been nine days, nine long days since Harry had done this for him and he longed for it. Still, the game had to be played properly.

"Harry. Please. I'll write Sinistra's essay, for both of us."

Harry glared. "You know the rules. We have to work on everything together. It's supposed to build team spirit. That's what Snape told them when he arranged for us to have this tower by ourselves. You don't want me to have to report to Snape that you haven't been co-operative, do you?"

Hell, yes, he did. They both would kill for a session with Snape. But right now that was not to be. Draco lowered himself onto Harry's knees, making certain that his cock and balls were resting comfortably against the inside of Harry's thigh. His head and arms hung over the other knee.

Harry rested his hands on Draco's back, letting him grow accustomed to their touch. With a smile that would have warned Draco that he was in for a bit of a hard time, Harry raised his hand.

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Quid 2, Post 3
meri_oddities, it seems you're going to have to share with ashesmuse.
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The first time Harry had spanked Draco on their own, it hadn't been a success.

Draco had been wired by the response of his housemates to not only the fact that he had moved out of Slytherin House proper, but to his name change. Already treated as an outcast by many for his refusal to join his father and take the Dark Mark, he now carried his wand at hand in order to deal with the hexes and curses covertly and even overtly cast his way.

He'd spent an entire evening and most of the night pacing back and forth in their new dorm. Finally, Harry had asked him point blank what he'd needed and when Draco had laughingly tossed out, "A spanking," Harry had pulled up the armchair and had indicated his lap.

It hadn't worked well at first. Harry was too hesitant, afraid of hurting Draco, afraid of putting any muscle behind the blows. The spanks had been more like slaps and hadn't been strong enough to deal with that itch burning within Draco's gut.

Harry had been the one to put a stop to it. "This isn't working. You're going to have to tell me how to do this properly if you want it to help."

So Draco had. He'd tried to remember what it was about Severus's methodology that had soothed this particular itch. "He varies. Not just where he hits, but how he hits. Soft followed with hard. Really, really hard. Don't be afraid of hurting me. I'll tell you if that happens. Promise."

That had seemed to ease Harry. Draco had reminded himself that Harry could sometimes be more Gryffindor than Slytherin.

"Severus does it fast and then he makes me wait for it. Sometimes they come so fast and hard that I can't breathe and then all he does is rub my arse until I catch my breath."

Harry had taken a deep breath, thought a moment, then nodded. They'd started over again and though it hadn't been Severus, it had helped calm Draco down enough so that he could sleep. In Harry's bed, in Harry's arms.

Tonight, Harry was in good form. When his hand came into contact with Draco's arse, Draco saw stars.

He filed that information away for later, knowing it meant that Harry had not had a good day but, right now, his needs were front and centre.

As Harry's hand came down in a rapid series of blows, some to one cheek, some to the other, now and then dipping to the soft undercurve of his arse, Draco could feel the calm he so needed begin to soothe the nerves that never seemed to be far away these days.

Harry stopped and Draco braced himself. Harry was learning to be sneaky and Draco really appreciated the fact. He never knew what was going to follow these little pauses. He thought that maybe Harry was admiring his work, deciding what part of his arse needed a little more colour, or maybe figuring out his strategy for the next series of spanks.

Tonight, Harry managed, once more, to do something totally unexpected. He leaned over and licked a line across the hottest part of Draco's arse.

"Oh, god!"

Harry snickered against his skin, planting loud, sucky kisses in the centre of each cheek. There was a certain delight in his voice when Harry said, "There, those should last longer than a day."

Draco caught the nervous giggle before it embarrassed him. "Marking me?"

"I would love to mark you, Draco. But I don't think Severus would allow me to do so without his permission."

The thought, both of the marking and of Severus, went directly to Draco's cock. He moaned and rubbed himself against Harry's thigh.

The hard slap was dead centre. "No. And no coming, Draco. Not until I allow it!"

Draco moaned again as his cock grew harder.

Harry opened his legs enough so that he could slip his hand under and grip Draco's balls, squeezing just this side of painful.

Draco didn't dare move. Harry's hand gave a final squeeze then moved onto Draco's cock, just holding it loosely enough to make Draco yearn for a harder grip. "Like I said, nice. But I want it harder than that. I want it so hard that you're begging me. That you're not even aware that you're begging me. And then I may decide that I still don't want you to come."

Harry stooped enough so that he was speaking just over Draco's ear. His breath feathered the lobe. "Would you like that, Draco? Hard and not able to come? How would you handle it? Would you weep? Beg?"

Draco panted. When had Harry developed a voice that stroked as it taunted?

"Would you like to spend the night tied to your bed, unable to touch yourself?"

Draco's eyes crossed at the need Harry's words built in him. The itch was no longer so important. The image Harry had planted in his mind, of himself tied to the bed, painfully aroused and unable to deal with it... He had to grab hold of Harry's ankle with both hands to keep himself from physically responding to that voice and image and throwing Harry upon a bed and fucking the daylights out of him.

"Ha...Harry!"

"I thought you'd like that. But not tonight, Draco. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe the day after. I haven't decided when and I won't tell you, but it will be soon. That I do promise you."

Draco wasn't the only one aroused by that image. He could feel Harry's cock rubbing against his stomach. He wriggled encouragingly, hoping that Harry's needs would overtake him and...

The next series of spanks managed to take his mind off Harry's cock.

Maybe he wasn't Severus, but Harry was getting better and better at this all the time.

With a groan at the building fire in his arse, at the responding coolness in his gut, Draco couldn't keep the words inside.

"Please...Har...ry...ple...ese...let me...Oh, god! Har..ry!"

But Harry ignored him. He had found a rhythm that seemed to invigorate him. Or his hands. Draco would never again complain that Harry couldn't hit hard enough. Each blow moved him forward so that his cock rubbed against Harry's thigh and then, when his body rocked back on its own, his balls rubbed against Harry's other thigh.

It was heaven. It was hell.

It was...

Harry's hand grabbed Draco's cock and gave it the little encouragement it needed.

Head up, back arching with the need, Draco screamed as he came.

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Quid 2, Post 4
Sorry, but, now and then, some plot must appear amidst the porn.
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Harry rubbed Draco's back all the while, waiting to hear Draco's breath return to normal.

Draco sagged on his lap, like one of Mrs. Figg's cats, and if Harry listened carefully, he would swear that he could also hear a soft purr emanating from the man on his knees.

Harry smiled as he shook his head. He didn't get this kink but it certainly seemed to be what Draco needed at times.

Their lives, already complicated, had grown more so since their return from the Chamber of Secrets. Neither of them had been present when Snape had presented himself and his suggestion to the Headmaster; Harry and Draco had been waiting quietly in the hallway outside the Headmaster's office. They could hear yelling, not just from one voice but from three. Harry had assumed that somehow Professor McGonagall had joined the other two at some point, probably by floo.

It had been a good hour before the door had opened and Professor Dumbledore, accompanied by the two Heads, had come to stand in front of Harry and Draco.

Who had managed to look subdued, co-operative and thoroughly chastened.

"I understand that you gentlemen have decided to get along."

It hadn't been a question, but they had both nodded. Before they'd left the Chamber, they'd agreed to leave the talking to Severus, now Professor Snape once more.

"Professor Snape has indicated that it might aid the spirit of this newfound co-operation if you dorm together."

Again, they had both nodded.

Professor McGonagall had humphed. Professor Snape had merely glared at her.

"He has suggested the room in the tower with the old Prefects' bathroom."

They hadn't moved that time. Draco had glanced at Harry from under his hair and Harry had glanced back.

They'd all waited.

"Where have you been these past days?"

Harry had held Draco's eyes, neither of them saying a word.

"Headmaster..."

Professor Dumbledore had held up his hand. "I want to hear it from them, Severus. Not from you."

Harry closed his eyes. He had no idea what Snape had told the others.

Draco had cleared his voice. "Headmaster..."

"Yes, Mister Black," the Headmaster's voice had dripped disapproval.

Draco had looked up. "Respectfully, sir. You obviously don't believe Professor Snape. Why would you believe either of us?"

"What makes you think I don't believe Professor Snape?" The Headmaster's voice had chilled the entire hallway.

Harry had taken up Draco's lead. "I'm certain the Professor explained everything to you. If you trusted him, you wouldn't be asking us to confirm his explanation."

The Headmaster's eyes had held no trace of their usual twinkle. "Are you challenging me, Mister Potter?" he'd asked softly. Harry had felt the hair on the back of his neck rise.

"No, sir. But I thought the reason for this little exercise was to teach Black here and myself the value of trust. It's just sort of strange that the very people who want us to work together have so little faith in each other."

There had been a very cold silence in the hallway, then the Headmaster had turned on his heel and returned to his office. In the doorway, he'd stopped long enough to snap, "They move into their new room tonight, before any of the other students return tomorrow."

And the door had closed very quietly behind him as though afraid of disturbing the very air.

On his lap, Draco began to stir. "Oh, Merlin, Harry. That was..." He sighed loudly, content. "That was just what I needed."

He slid off Harry's lap and onto his knees. He laid his head on Harry's lap for another minute or so while Harry stroked the sodden hair back off Draco's face. With another loud sigh, Draco raised his head. Eyes heavy with satisfaction, he slowly moved so that he was now between Harry's legs.

With a grin that made Harry's heart beat faster, Draco pushed gently against Harry's knees, making more room for himself.

Harry's cock, already dripping from the scent of Draco's arousal and come, became the focus of Draco's gaze.

"Oh, very nice indeed," he whispered. He looked up at Harry, licked his lips in the way that made Harry's breathing rougher, then bent his head to pay attention to Harry's cock.

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Quid 2, Post 5
Harry's turn
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Maybe Harry had needed instruction on how to spank, but Draco had not needed all that much on how to suck.

He loved the feeling of being filled, whether arse or mouth. Harry's cock was perfectly sized for Draco's mouth, or so he thought. Not hung the way the men in his father's books had been described, but a satisfying mouthful nevertheless.

Harry had his own particular flavour. Sharp, slightly acidic, bitter but not nauseatingly so.

Though Harry was not quite erect from what he'd done with Draco, he'd been aroused enough for his cock to begin dripping. Draco added that liquid to the saliva in his mouth and used it to slick the head under the foreskin.

Harry's hips bucked, not much, but enough for Draco to know that the action of his tongue was appreciated. He pulled back, looking up through his eyelashes at Harry – this time with far more success – and sent him his most lascivious grin.

Harry moaned.

"What was it you said? That thing about my being tied down to the bed, harder than hard and having to beg you..."

Harry drew in his lower lip and chewed on it. Draco checked the cock in his hand. Seemed the image affected Harry as much as it had done Draco.

"I'm going to hold you to that promise, Potter," Draco snarled in his most Slytherin voice. Then, when Harry nodded, Draco took the cock back into his mouth as his free hand reached up Harry's torso to find those nipples that were far more sensitive than Draco's. He twisted first one then the other as a form of retaliation for Harry's pinching his and making him yelp.

Harry didn't yelp, but his groans were equally satisfying.

Draco made a ring with his thumb and index finger and used it to roll back the foreskin, thereby exposing the head to his tongue and the potential of teeth. He placed one of those sucky kisses on the head and smiled when Harry cursed. From the side of his eyes, Draco could see Harry gripping the arms of the chair. By the time he was done, Harry Potter would be digging grooves into the old leather of the chair.

He began bobbing his head back and forth, each time taking more and more of the cock into his mouth, teasing it, lightly dragging his tongue along the throbbing vein. Harry grew harder, his pants and moans louder, and those hands of his, when Draco spared a moment to check, were white from the force Harry was exerting to hold still.

Draco snickered then deep-throated Harry.

"Oh, sweet jesus!"

Draco's free hand cupped Harry's balls, rolling them gently, adding to the sensation of heat. Draco could feel them rise and tugged them down a little sharply. Harry's groan morphed into moan of protest.

Taking the saliva-slicked cock in his hand, Draco blew cool air over it, enjoying Harry's muffled response. Draco knew that Harry really got off on different sensations, of hot and cool, hard and loose on his cock. Draco loved obliging him. After all, Harry paid attention to his little kinks.

Mind, that didn't stop Harry from glaring down at him. "Bloody hell, Black, stick that back in your mouth and show me you know what to do!"

Oh, Harry was back to topping, was he? Well, Draco would follow orders, as a good little Slytherin should.

He took Harry's cock back into his mouth but let his teeth drag oh so lightly over the swollen flesh.

Harry's reaction was a yelped, "Fuck you!"

Draco ignored Harry. They both knew Harry got off on Draco doing something like that. Nothing appealed more to Harry's Gryffindor self than a soupçon of danger.

And Harry's grip grew whiter on the chair, his fingers digging into the leather.

Draco sucked so hard his inner cheeks rubbed against the meat in his mouth. He bobbed, licked, sucked, used his tongue in any number of ways. He pulled back quickly then pushed forward slowly, taking Harry in centimetre by centimetre, until Harry's begging was just a ramble of sounds. Now and then, he took in as much as he could all the while his hand twisted lightly around what shaft was not in his mouth, dropping to roll the balls in their sac.

Harry whined; he slouched, his hips jerking in their attempt to ram his cock down Draco's throat; his fingertips were deep within the grooves his fingers were creating on the arm of the chair.

With a final flourish of tongue, Draco inhaled deeply through his nose and relaxed his throat. He swallowed the head of Harry's cock.

Draco knew he tended to be loud when he came, but Harry was more controlled. He wasn't much of a screamer, but the sounds he made as he came were rather pleasing to Draco's ears.

Harry's come shot down Draco's throat, which was fine by him. He loved sucking cock, but he wasn't all that enthralled with the taste of come. This way there was little cleanup, and Harry always felt he owed Draco a little special attention when he did so.

Draco decided that all those times he'd held his breath as a child as a way of getting what his parents were denying him were paying off quite nicely now.

He released Harry's cock, rested his elbows on Harry's knees and watched his lover slowly return to this world.

One day, Draco promised himself, he was going to suck Harry into such an orgasm that he would lose consciousness.

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on to the next part