From the Grave

Chapter Seventeen

   Grabbing my hand, Potter pulls me into a small broom closet and shuts the door. I'm slightly confused, but he's pressed up against my body, and the air is close and smells like Potter. Quickly, he seals the door and lights up his wand, placing it on the floor. The light casts shadows on his face. I stare, entranced, then gasp as he lightly grips my waist. He runs his hands up my body; electricity ripples and sparks along my body from his touch. He lifts up my shirt and guides his hand along my chest. I can't breathe; this is everything I've ever wanted and more. He leans forward and gently kisses me on the neck as he caresses my chest. "Alright, Malfoy?" He asks softly, his voice a husky whisper.
I nod, "Alright, Potter."
   He suddenly tweaks my nipple and I gasp at the pain and pleasure. He chuckles quietly, then pinches the other. I'm overcome with longing. I want him to rub his body all over me; I want to fuck him and make him mine.

   As if he could read my mind, Potter pulls my shirt off and rubs up against me. His hard dick presses up against mine through our pants, and I reach my hand down into his pants and touch it. He tenses, and I pause. Then he pulls off his pants and stands there in his underwear. "You want it?" He teases. "Yes," I croak, breathless.
   He smirks and pulls down my pants and underwear and runs his hand down my dick, toying with the tip. I moan and close my eyes. My hands grope his chest, pulling his shirt off of him. He lets me, then leans forward and kisses me, his tongue on mine and his hands in my hair. I reach for his dick again, and he pulls away and laughs. I whine like a little kid. "Mine," I stamp my feet.
   " Who says you're not mine?" He asks teasingly, releasing his dick at last. He pushes me to my knees and waves his dick in front of my face. "You want it?" I get it at last, sucking on it with satisfaction and hearing him moan. I bite it gently and he gasps. I pull him down to my level and tackle him, pinning him to the ground. I grind up against him, groping him with my hands. I need him; want him. I can't get enough of him. He starts to speak; I silence him with a kiss. "My turn," I say.

   I flip him over and open his legs. He lifts his perfect ass in anticipation and I slide my dick in, sighing with pleasure and hearing him moan. I begin to fuck him, our moans blending together. Faster and faster, I slam my dick into him like my life depends on it, and maybe it does. Maybe what happens in here determines what happens the rest of my life.

   I cum and shudder, hearing his moans slow beneath me. I pull my dick out at last, flip him over, and collapse on top of him. "Now you're mine," I whisper softly. He pulls me close and kisses my neck. "I wouldn't have it any other way," he whispers back.
  I wrap my arms around his waist. "I love you," I dare to whisper, holding my breath.
   "I love you too," his answer comes back, wrapping around me like his arms, and I feel complete.