Just the Tip (of the Iceberg)

by DarkLordDraco

Summary:

Draco walks in on Harry sucking his own dick. Draco decides to stay for the show and who is Harry to deny him a VIP experience? Draco denies being a bottom, but Harry promises he’ll only put the tip in.

Notes:

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inspired from a very interesting video on twitter. i saw it and immediately thought of our very horny boys. enjoy!! i’m a slut for comments and kudos :)

Harry knew some people would find it weird, but he also knew pretty much every guy he knew had checked to see if they could do it. He was one of the lucky ones, being hung and flexible helped a ton. Harry could suck his own cock. He’d cum inside his own mouth more times than he’d care to admit. He liked the taste of his own cum and his mouth felt so much better than just his hand. Sure Harry would have preferred to fuck someone, but he wasn’t out as gay yet.

This was what led to Harry sucking his own dick every Saturday night. Harry, Hermione, and Ron had all come back for their eighth year at Hogwarts. Harry and Ron had been reluctant at first, but Hermione had talked (threatened) them into it. Professor Mcgonagall hadn't thought that being the chosen one and having the weight of the wizarding world on his shoulders had been enough stress for Harry. She had wanted to give him yet another seemingly impossible challenge: make nice with Draco Malfoy.

She had paired the two of them up as roommates. When Harry had complained and asked for a room switch, she had told him she had expected more from him. Harry had left with his head hung shamefully. She was right, they were both adults now. They could get over their petty childhood rivalry. Besides, Draco seemed to have really changed. Without his father’s influence, he was a much kinder person. Harry and he had even become something akin to friends.

A month into sharing a room, Harry was cursing having Draco as a roommate for a whole other reason. Harry had just recently come to terms with being gay. He hadn't had much time to ponder his sexuality growing up, let alone experiment with it. Draco Malfoy being drop dead fucking gorgeous didn’t help him at all. Harry would get hard at the most inopportune times.

Draco refused to undress and redress in the showers, he was afraid of being naked in front of people. Harry couldn’t possibly see why, his body was breathtaking. Draco’s lithe form should be on display in a high class museum. For someone who feared getting undressed in front of others, he sure didn’t have a problem being naked in front of Harry.

Unluckily for Harry, Draco was oblivious to his preferences. Sometimes it felt like Draco was doing it on purpose, really. Dropping his pants on the floor while dressing, causing him to bend over to pick them up, putting his tight pink hole on display. Harry was being tortured. He wanted nothing more than to get his hands on Draco, but he knew that would never be an option. So Harry settled for sucking his own dick, and pretending it was Draco’s lips and tongue on his cock instead.

It was convenient for Harry. Every Saturday night, Hermione and Ron had a standing date night. Draco went to Hogsmeade with Pansy and Blaise to get drunk. Which left Harry with their room to himself and no friends to question where he was. He always waited all week for Saturday, looking forward to it. Of course Harry got off during the week, a quick unfulfilling wank whenever he had free alone time. But this, this was so different. Harry would cum so hard he’d see stars. He’d never had anyone else’s mouth on him, but he imagined it would feel even better.

Harry waited until he was sure Draco was off of Hogwarts property. He always watched Draco and his friends on the Marauder’s Map to make sure they were nowhere near before he started. He would die if anyone ever caught him in such a compromising position.

Stripping off his own clothes always turned him on. He’d go slowly, pulling them off sensually. He imagined it was Draco taking them off of him. Harry was already sporting a semi as he pulled his trousers and pants down past his cock. Once fully nude, he got comfortable on his bed, sitting against his headboard. He always positioned himself the same way. He had tried different things and found what worked best. Harry pulled both legs up to his chest as far as he could and spread them as wide as he could.

By the time Harry was fully in the position to suck himself off, he was fully hard. He started stroking his cock, relieving some of the need so he didn’t cum immediately once his mouth was on his cock. Harry was above average so he was able to fit a little more than the head of his prick into his mouth.

He licked the tip of his cock, moaning at the first touch of his warm, wet tongue. He had sucked himself off enough times to know exactly what he liked. Harry would start with licks and sucks to the swollen head before slowly making his way further down, taking more of himself inside his mouth. He liked to take his time, getting himself closer and closer to edge before stopping and teasing himself.

Harry had been going at it for about 30 minutes when Draco burst through the door. Harry tried to pull back quickly, but with the position is legs were in it was impossible to hide what he’d been doing.

“What the bloody hell are you doing?” Draco exclaimed. He was slightly buzzed, Harry could tell. He’d seen Draco in all states of inebriation.

Harry didn’t answer his question, not quite sure how to. At this point he didn’t bother to cover himself either. Draco had already gotten an eyeful and he would feel like a coward covering up now. It wouldn’t be very Gryffindor-like of him.

“I thought you were supposed to be gone with Pansy and Blaise,” Harry said instead. “They pissed me off, wouldn’t quit teasing me about-“ Draco cut himself off. “Doesn’t matter, what are you doing?” he asked again, more insistently this time.

Harry still wasn’t sure how to answer. How does one say ‘I was sucking my own cock’ and not sound absolutely mad? Harry just stared at the blond, not sure where to go from here. His cock hadn’t deflated any, and Draco’s heady gaze on his naked form wasn’t helping.

“Cat got your tongue, Potter? That’s a shame, I reckon you’d need your tongue to suck your own dick,” Draco said wickedly. Harry’s face flushed impossibly red. Doing it was one thing, hearing it said out loud was another. “You really need to suck your own cock? Can’t get some poor bird to do it for you?” Draco taunted. Harry suddenly found his voice.

“I could get whoever I want to suck it, any bird or bloke. You’re always in the bloody room, I can never bring anyone here,” Harry spat. As soon as he said it, he realized, he had just been alone in the room, as he was every single Saturday night. Draco raised an eyebrow in arrogance.

“And every Saturday when I’m at The Leaky? What’s your excuse for then, Potter? Too famous to get head? Too handsome to get someone to help you out? Too charming to con them into bed? Give me a bloody break,” Draco snarled. “Please, don’t stop on my account,” he said lazily, as if he hadn’t just tore Harry a new one. Harry cursed at the effect Draco’s words had on his dick.

He was harder than ever and he’d be damned if some trivial fight with Pansy and Blaise interrupted his usual alone time. He knew he’d be cranky all week if he didn’t cum like usual. Draco made his way to his own bed, but didn’t take his eyes off of Harry. Harry stared right back, not willing to back down.

“Go on then, put on a show,” Draco taunted again. Harry glared daggers at him, but his cock twitched nonetheless. He retook his earlier position, still not backing down from their childish staring competition. Harry wouldn’t be the first to crack.

Harry had been extremely close before being interrupted, but he had lost his momentum now. He silently cursed Draco for making him start all over. He pulled his legs into their usual position and stroked his cock while looking directly in Draco’s eyes. The first lick to his throbbing cock head felt even more filthy than usual, due to the lustful gaze upon him.

Harry decided not to mess around. If Draco wanted a show, he’d bloody well get one. Harry took his cock as far into his mouth as he could, bobbing his head. He looked at Draco through his long lashes. Draco looked on edge, like he was ready to explode. Harry swore he heard Draco curse under his breath, but he couldn’t be sure.

Harry pulled off for a moment to say, “You going to just stare, or are you going to fucking help me? You interrupted me, it’s your fault I’m still going.” Draco’s face held a look of shock Harry had never seen before.

“Help you?” Draco exclaimed. “Are you bloody mad? Help you?” He laughed softly. He watched Harry spread his legs wider, pushing his own prick further down his throat. He tried not to make a noise, watching Harry’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed around his own length. He’d never seen anything so dirty before. He was harder than ever.

“Yeah, are you going to take responsibility or are you a coward?” Harry taunted. Draco's eyes flashed with anger and something else... desire? He stood up abruptly, stalking over to Harry's bed. He grabbed Harry's legs roughly and pulled them wider apart, forcing Harry to suck himself deeper.

"Fine," Draco snarled. "I'll help." Draco’s smirk was downright wicked. Harry feared for a moment that Draco was going to hex him. He fully didn’t expect Draco to drop down onto his knees.

“Hand me a bloody pillow at least,” Draco demanded. Harry quickly grabbed a pillow from behind his head and tossed it to Draco, who caught it with one hand while keeping Harry's legs spread wide with the other. Draco placed the pillow under his knees on the floor.

“Resume what you were doing, I’ll join,” Draco instructed. Harry quickly resumed his previous position, his legs spread wide on the pillow while he sucked himself. Draco watched for a moment before slowly unbuckling his belt and undoing his trousers. He pulled out his own length, stroking it once before leaning forward between Harry's spread legs.

Draco licked an experimental stripe up the part of Harry’s cock that the latter’s mouth couldn’t quite reach. Draco looked up at Harry through his lashes, watching as Harry continued to suck himself off while he licked and sucked at the base of his prick. He wrapped a hand around Harry's balls, gently rolling them in his palm as he continued to lick and suck. He couldn't believe he was doing this. Harry couldn’t quite believe it either. It made his head spin.

Draco could see Harry's eyes roll back slightly as he continued to suck himself deeper. He decided to take things a step further, running his tongue along the sensitive skin behind Harry's balls before taking one into his mouth and sucking gently.

Draco moaned against Harry’s balls as he stroked his own cock quickly. The vibration against Harry's balls combined with the sight of Draco jerking himself off between his legs was almost too much. Harry choked slightly around his own length, pushing himself deeper down his throat without meaning to. Draco swallowed around the ball in his mouth, sucking harder.

The angle at which Harry could see Draco was awkward to say the least, but the blond still looked ravishing. His blond hair fell in messy strands around his face, and his mouth was stretched perfectly around Harry's balls. The wet, obscene noises he made as he sucked combined with the way he was stroking his cock at an almost punishing pace had Harry's hips bucking involuntarily.

Harry moaned as he had bucked into his own mouth. The sight of Harry practically deep throating himself had Draco groaning loudly around the ball in his mouth. He sucked harder, watching Harry buck up again. He realized that watching Harry suck himself off was easily the hottest thing he had ever seen, and he was suddenly more turned on than he had ever been before.

Draco worked his mouth back up Harry’s cock, going higher this time, almost reaching Harry’s own lips. Harry pulled back a bit, giving Draco more room to explore him. Harry suckled on the tip of his cock as Draco licked and sucked all around him.

Draco couldn't believe he was doing this. He was actually sucking Harry Potter's dick. And not only that, he was enjoying it. He moaned as Harry pulled back slightly, giving him room to lick at the wet, puffy head of his prick.

Their lips accidentally met around the head of Harry’s cock. Neither of them stopped sucking as their lips worked right against one another. Draco was surprised to find that he wanted nothing more than more of Harry’s lips. Draco chased the latter’s lips as he retreated.

Without thinking, he turned his head slightly to catch Harry's lips fully against his own as they both continued to suck and lick at Harry's prick. For a moment, they shared a wet, intimate kiss around the head of Harry's cock, their tongues sliding against each other.

They moaned against each other’s open mouths, moving away from Harry’s cock entirely. Harry let his legs fall and he grasped Draco’s face with his palms. The two of them now kissed passionately, without the guise of Harry’s dick between them.

Draco's hands moved from Harry's balls to grip his hips tightly as their tongues clashed together in a heated dance. He moaned deeply into Harry’s mouth, feeling the other boy’s lips against his own without any barriers or distractions. It was intense and raw, unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

Harry broke the kiss suddenly, breathing heavily. His hands slid from Draco's face down to his chest, pulling him up before pushing him back gently until Draco was lying on the bed. Harry crawled over him, kissing him deeply again as he settled between Draco's legs. Their hard cocks pressed together urgently. Draco gently pushed at Harry’s chest, signally him to stop.

“What are we doing?” the blond asked, breathlessly. Harry shook his head.

“I don’t know, but I don’t want to fucking stop,” Harry responded before kissing Draco’s lips once again.

Draco's hands gripped Harry's hair tightly as they kissed messily and desperately. He could feel Harry's hard length rubbing against his own, the friction almost painful it felt so good. When Harry broke the kiss again to pant heavily against his mouth, Draco finally managed to push him back firmly this time.

“You’re not fucking me, I’m not a bottom,” Draco said matter-of-factly. Harry let out a whine of protest.

“Please, just the tip,” Harry begged. Draco looked at Harry's desperate expression and felt something stir inside him—something other than lust. He bit his lip before nodding slightly.

"Alright," Draco said quietly, pulling Harry back down for another kiss as he kicked his pants off and  spread his legs wider apart to accommodate him. "Just the tip," he reiterated. Harry nodded eagerly.

“I know a spell to prep you,” Harry whispered. Just because Harry had never had sex, didn’t mean he wasn’t prepared. As soon as he had come out to Hermione, she had gotten him countless books on all things gay. This had included an all encompassing book on gay sex, aptly named ‘Gay Sex: The Ins and Outs’. It had made Harry giggle when he'd read the title, and had made him hard when he'd read the inside (pictures included).

Draco watched curiously as Harry whispered something under his breath, his wand appearing in his hand seemingly out of nowhere. He felt a warm sensation around his hole before Harry's fingers were pressing against it gently. He moaned softly as Harry's magic worked its way inside him.

Draco felt looser, wetter, and even more turned on than earlier. Maybe he was a bottom after all. Without warning, Harry pressed the tip of his cock against Draco's loosened hole and pushed in slightly. Draco gasped loudly, feeling Harry stretch him with just the tip. It was too much - too good. He wrapped his legs around Harry's waist, pulling him deeper without realizing it.

“Fuck, Draco!” Harry yelled out as the blond pulled him further in. Harry was by no means small.

"Bloody hell," Draco moaned, his nails digging into Harry's back. He was filled completely, uncomfortably so, but the pleasure was immense.

"You said... just the tip,” Harry whispered hoarsely, as Draco tilted his hips up to take more of Harry in.

“I changed my mind,” Draco panted, his voice strained. He felt so full, he couldn’t believe how much he was enjoying it. He squeezed his muscles around Harry’s length, relishing in the groan that left Harry’s lips. “Fuck me,” Draco whined. Draco didn’t need to tell him twice. Harry grabbed Draco by the hips and fucked into him quickly.

Draco moaned loudly, his head thrown back against the pillow as Harry started pounding into him. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through him, making him feel alive and completely at the mercy of Harry's movements. He could feel every inch of Harry inside him, stretching him perfectly.

Harry fucked Draco like he was born to do that and only that. He was a virgin, after all; it was no surprise he was more than enthusiastic to be inside of Draco. Draco was being fucked senseless.

Harry's hands gripped his hips tightly, pulling him back onto his length brutally. The bed creaked loudly with each snap of Harry's hips. Draco was making noises he never knew he could make - whines, moans, pleas for more. Draco felt like a sex doll for Harry to use and he loved it. He was being fucked down onto Harry’s cock like he weighed nothing and he had never felt better.

“Harder! Please, fuck me harder, Harry!” Draco begged shamelessly. He needed to feel Harry even deeper inside him, needed to be completely owned by him. His hole was stretched wide, burning from the relentless pounding, but he didn't care. It felt too good to stop now.

“Am I the first person to have you like this? The first person to be inside you?” Harry panted out. Draco moaned loudly as Harry hit a spot inside him that made his eyes roll back.

"Yes," Draco gasped out, "you're my first... oh fuck, right there!" His body shivered uncontrollably as Harry continued to pound into him.

“Good,” Harry gritted out. “I’m going to be your only,” he demanded.

"Only you," Draco whimpered, "only your fucking dick in my needy hole." He was completely submissive now, completely owned by Harry. He didn't care about anything else except feeling Harry's thick length inside him, claiming him as his own.

“I’m going to fuck you stupid on my cock every night,” Harry groaned out.

"Every. Night," Draco echoed, his voice trembling with need. He could already imagine it waking up to Harry's cock inside him, being fucked senseless during the day, and going to sleep with Harry's cum leaking out of him at night. "I want that," he confessed shamelessly.

“I know you do, baby,” Harry teased. “I could feel that fucking hole tighten around me when I said it.” Draco's face flushed red at Harry's words. He couldn't deny it - his body was reacting to every dirty thing Harry said, squeezing around Harry's length like a vice. "Fuck," Draco moaned. "don't stop talking like that,” he begged.

“Yeah? You like hearing me talk about how fucking good you feel around my fat cock?” Harry taunted playfully.

"Yes," Draco hissed, his nails digging into the sheets as Harry continued to thrust into him harshly. "I love it. I love hearing you say dirty things while you're inside me." His hole clenched around Harry's cock rhythmically, massaging him tightly. "Please keep going,” he begged pathetically.

“Gonna keep this hole fucked open and ready for me. I’m going to breed you every fucking night,” Harry promised seductively.

"Oh gods, yes," Draco moaned loudly, his body shuddering with pleasure. The idea of being bred by Harry, of having his hole constantly filled with cum, was too much for him to handle. He pushed back against Harry's thrusts, meeting them eagerly. "Breed me, please, fuck." Harry was getting close and Draco begging Harry to breed his hole was pushing him even closer.

"Fill me up, Harry, please. Need your cum inside me," Draco begged shamelessly. His tight hole was gripping Harry's cock impossibly tight, milking him for release. "Want to feel it dripping out of me." He could already imagine the mess they'd make together.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Harry panted out as his hips stuttered against Draco’s ass. He was filling Draco with his cum, just like the blond had asked.

Draco cried out loudly as he felt Harry's hot cum shooting inside him. His own orgasm hit him like a freight train, leaving him shaking uncontrollably as he came without even touching himself. He felt Harry's cock throbbing inside him as it emptied its load deep inside his hole.

Harry collapsed over Draco, but he was careful not to crush the blond. Draco moaned softly as Harry's heavy weight pressed against him. He loved feeling Harry's sweatcovered skin against his, knowing that Harry had just claimed him thoroughly. He could feel Harry's softening dick still inside him, a reminder of the intense fucking they had just shared. Harry kissed Draco’s forehead lovingly.

“Mine,” Harry whispered against the sweaty skin.

"Yours," Draco whispered back, turning his head to press a soft kiss to Harry's lips. He felt content, loved, and completely owned by Harry in that moment. As Harry pulled out of him gently, Draco could feel Harry's cum leaking out of his hole already. It was perfect.

Harry pulled Draco against him tightly, afraid that he would slip away in his post orgasm haze. Harry was afraid the blond would regret it. Draco melted into Harry's embrace, his arms wrapping around Harry's waist to hold him close. It was as if he could sense Harry's insecurity and immediately wanted to reassure him. He kissed Harry deeply, pouring all his feelings into it—to show Harry that he’d meant every word and action from their encounter.

“I’m going to tell Pansy and Blaise to fuck off, I have new Saturday plans now,” Draco said while smiling like an idiot. Harry felt his heart flutter at the sentiment, but he didn’t want Draco to not see his friends because of him.

“What if I go with you, and then afterwards I'll bring you back here and fuck you senseless until we fall asleep? Deal?” Harry offered.

Draco's face lit up at Harry's suggestion. He didn't want to lose his friends either, and having Harry with him during the day and then bringing him back home to be fucked senseless sounded like the perfect compromise. Draco kissed Harry again and happily agreed, “Deal.”