Potions Mishap

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Warning: 15+♡ content. But as if you'll turn around ~■ _ ■~

An uncomfortable itchy sensation was making its way inside Harry's hole, he flinched in shock and anguish.
It couldn't be. Did Malfoy just hit him with an itching jinx? Right inside his butt hole? Really? Was this even possible?

The roaring sound of Malfoy's laugh confirmed it to be true.

Madam Pomfrey's voice seemed to echo in his ear.

Malfoy laughed openly and shamelessly, Harry Potter with an itching Jinx up his arse!! This ought to take the media by storm!!

And- wait- Malfoy flushed, Harry was fingering his hole through the fabric, whimpering in pain and need.
He should have cast finite incantatum.
But he didn't.

Instead he allowed his eyes to roam over the other boys body, mindlessly tugging at his pants and looking so helpless, his hair tousled in a - he hated to admit - delectable way.
His breath caught on his throat, an electric feeling rushing at the pit of his stomach and his blood flowing south.

Well, Harry was tolerable he supposed. It wasn't like he thought Harry was pretty god forbid.

Nope. Not at all.

He sauntered up to him, excitement coursing through his veins at the sight of Harry at his feet, Harry looked up with teary eyes and Draco lost it.

"Would you like some help there Potter?"

He garbled out some response, drool dripping down his chin.

A lightbulb went off in Draco's head.
He had it.
The answer to how not to make three days stuck with Harry not suck.

A slow devilish smirk graced his face and Harry apparently even through his dopey stupor recognised threat and fumbled back.

"H-help" he whined.

"Yes, I'll help you" Malfoy slowly, gently got closer to Harry once within reach he quickly and nimbly undid his belt, sliding down his pants, Harry's legs were quivering and he was surprised to find the other boys hands join his own rushing his hands down and once the offensive piece of article was off, he immediately stuck a finger in his hole, keening pitifully when it refused to go past the entrance.

"Stop stop you're doing it wrong!" Whispered Draco, Harry's answer was to whine pitifully, a quick lubrication spell and Draco gently removed Harry's hand to replace it with his own.

A finger slipped in.

Harry stilled.

They stayed like that for awhile while Harry's mind seemed to clear.

"Malfoy, it itches! Can you um scratch inside?" Mumbled a blushing Harry.

"It doesn't hurt?" Asked Draco, breathing in his ear, all he wanted to do was to relieve himself but -- CONTROL! He told himself.

"Hurry upp!" And here saliva dripped down his mouth, he moved trying to scratch the itch away, whispering comforting nothings into his ear, Draco pulled Harry on his lap.

And slowly he started pumping his middle finger in and out, Harry's breathing hitched and he tensed, another lubricating spell and he added a second finger, then a third.

"Uuurgh!" Harry said at last, "No! More!"

The pumping stopped, Harry scratched at Draco.

"No more?" Asked Draco, fearing he'd upset the boy, or was forcing himself on him.

"I said more!!" Yelled Harry, rubbing himself on the blonde's hard on through his pants.

Draco groaned, pulling out his neglected cock, another lubricating spell since he ABSOLUTELY  didn't want to hurt Harry and he slipped inside.

They gasped and groaned, when the smaller boy started insisting for more again Draco had an idea, and boy was he glad for Blaise and his big mouth even if it had been annoying then, what was the spell- ah yes! With trembling fingers he picked up his mind and concentrating as hard as he could, muttered the spell to make tiny bumps all along his cock for texture, like he said, he'd been annoyed at Blaise then but hearing Harry moan like it was the best fucking thing ever was more than enough.

Harry screamed and clenching hard as if to milk every drop out of Draco, came on the stone floor untouched, Draco followed soon after.

They held each other and through his post orgasmic blissed out mind he wondered if Harry would be mad.

Well, atleast they wouldn't be board for the rest of their isolation