Insta-slash!
Mar. 13th, 2003 10:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sarea
Make your own story here.
I'm supposed to be writing, and this can hardly be called that (as I didn't really write it, alas), but it is a story. Of sorts. Funny as shit. <g>
The darkness was all around as Harry walked through the Quiddtich pitch down towards his dungeons, random thoughts of doggie-style sex crossing his mind.
He had been shocked earlier when Sarea had told him she often dreamed about Professor Dumbledore involved in missionary position sex with a snake , but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Draco .
One day he would discuss his feelings with Ron, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Draco masturbating himself with a dildo.
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the shovel he was carrying with him. Would Draco's balls feel like that to his cock?
What would Draco think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating cereal off Draco's beautiful pectorals?
Harry rubbed the shovel against his balls whispering Draco's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his dungeons but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Draco's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Draco had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. the Quiddtich pitch was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the cereal he was carrying and leisurely scratched his balls.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Harry calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his cereal and ran towards the sound of his sweetie-pie's voice.
Draco stumbled through the darkness towards Harry. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his sweetie-pie being attacked by a snake. Was he about to be raped by Voldemort dressed as Professor Dumbledore? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his cock.
Harry, Harry, my sweetie-pie, screamed Draco. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Harry leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the shovel and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare pectorals pointing in the air.
Draco! Harry gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? Ron said you were in your dungeons engaged in some doggie-style sex with Sarea.
No, I was alone in my dungeons with nothing but my dildo for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your pectorals was, and how I would like to stroke my balls against it, and have you kiss my cock, and now I see your pectorals for myself I realise that not even Professor Dumbledore has a pectorals to compare with yours.
Oh, sweetie-pie, Ron said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Sarea.
What! That old snake, I'd rather get involved in missionary position sex with Voldemort, a shovel and cereal than dream of doggie-style sex with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my cock curl.
Oh, Harry!
Oh, Draco, my sweetie-pie!
Cue soft music, sounds of doggie-style sex and missionary position sex, soft focus and fade.........
I'm supposed to be writing, and this can hardly be called that (as I didn't really write it, alas), but it is a story. Of sorts. Funny as shit. <g>
The darkness was all around as Harry walked through the Quiddtich pitch down towards his dungeons, random thoughts of doggie-style sex crossing his mind.
He had been shocked earlier when Sarea had told him she often dreamed about Professor Dumbledore involved in missionary position sex with a snake , but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Draco .
One day he would discuss his feelings with Ron, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Draco masturbating himself with a dildo.
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the shovel he was carrying with him. Would Draco's balls feel like that to his cock?
What would Draco think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating cereal off Draco's beautiful pectorals?
Harry rubbed the shovel against his balls whispering Draco's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his dungeons but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Draco's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Draco had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. the Quiddtich pitch was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the cereal he was carrying and leisurely scratched his balls.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Harry calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his cereal and ran towards the sound of his sweetie-pie's voice.
Draco stumbled through the darkness towards Harry. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his sweetie-pie being attacked by a snake. Was he about to be raped by Voldemort dressed as Professor Dumbledore? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his cock.
Harry, Harry, my sweetie-pie, screamed Draco. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Harry leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the shovel and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare pectorals pointing in the air.
Draco! Harry gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? Ron said you were in your dungeons engaged in some doggie-style sex with Sarea.
No, I was alone in my dungeons with nothing but my dildo for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your pectorals was, and how I would like to stroke my balls against it, and have you kiss my cock, and now I see your pectorals for myself I realise that not even Professor Dumbledore has a pectorals to compare with yours.
Oh, sweetie-pie, Ron said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Sarea.
What! That old snake, I'd rather get involved in missionary position sex with Voldemort, a shovel and cereal than dream of doggie-style sex with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my cock curl.
Oh, Harry!
Oh, Draco, my sweetie-pie!
Cue soft music, sounds of doggie-style sex and missionary position sex, soft focus and fade.........
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Date: 2003-03-17 07:12 pm (UTC)