Draco Malfoy, Broken

Chapter 63 - Evaluations

Chapter 63 – Evaluations

Published: 12/3/2019

Keith Fawley watched Zach took a few hesitant steps forward and mumble, "Sorry for waking you up... it's just really cold and I... is this your room?" He looked around in amazement.

He smiled. "Yep... perks of having your dad fund most of the restoration and the career enrichment classes. McGonagall gave in. Pretty easily, actually, cause school needed the money. She did put an age line on my door and said, 'Try not to be too loud'. But yes... we got the room all to ourselves. My old dorm mates were very, very happy when I moved out."

Zach was still trembling, even more than before. Shit, the guy was scared. He had to calm him down. Fawley dropped his voice to a calm, soothing one. He knew that his lovers especially enjoyed it. "Hey... I'm not going to do anything that you don't want, okay? You said that you were cold? You want to get under the covers? I can warm you up?"

"Okay..." he whispered, not making eye contact. Merlin, Zach had to be a virgin.

Fawley laid down in the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, and opened the afghan for him. Zach dropped his robes and slowly laid down, facing him. Fawley took his under the blanket and rubbed it.

"Rowena's wig... you are cold," he said, and grabbed his wand and lit the fireplace he had and set a few Warming Charms.

Zach's shivers dramatically decreased, but he still lowered his eyes, tears coming out. "It's not j-just t-that. I-I... it... I...c-can't...."

"Shhh... the curse, right?" Fawley said and Zach nodded. "Do you want me to...? I don't want to... not without your permission, Zach."

Zach looked at him, imploringly, and nodded. "Please."

"Okay... just relax," Fawley murmured, quietly and his hand moved to his groin.

Zach jumped at the contact, but nodded for him to continue. Fawley slowly pulled his pajama bottoms down and took ahold of it. If Fawley didn't know he was cursed, he would guess that Zach was thoroughly aroused. Maybe both. The Hufflepuff did come back, after all. It couldn't be just because he was cold. Fawley didn't make him wait. His fingers slipped up and down his member, hitting those tender points that Fawley knew made guys come quickly.

Zach moaned heartily and Fawley regretted not putting up Silencing Charms. Oh, well. His closest neighbor was Professor Babbling, two doors down, who probably needed some motivation to get some. In short order, Zach came and whimpered slightly. He dropped his head into Fawley's chest, like he wanted comfort. Fawley obliged him and hugged him into his chest. Zach didn't hesitate to break down crying, not unlike a small child. But Zach wasn't small. He was a built quidditch player. Fawley could feel his muscles as he held him. Impressive, he thought, but Zach's fragile mind, was another matter.

Fawley had his suspicions about that but didn't want to really think it. He slowly fell asleep holding his guest as he cried, but woke up soon enough to Zach's attempts to wank. Every hour, huh? His hand gently went over Zach's, who looked up, surprised.

"S-Sorry..." he whispered, afraid.

"I can take care of that..." he said, quietly, and Zach let go, immediately.

He waited, but Zach didn't say anything, just let out some tears as he looked at him from on his pillow. Fawley didn't wait for his permission, but he was awarded another moan of relief when he started. He considered teasing him, but Smith seemed a little raw to be messed with. A few tugs and twists later, he came, stuttering out thanks and praise. He was shaking, again, and Fawley had no choice but to hold him and calm him down, after Vanishing the mess.