Inell's Fanfiction Archive

He ran his tongue over his lover's shaft, feeling it pulsate beneath his hand. Licking the head, he tasted the salty essence of his lover. Moaning softly, he opened his mouth and swallowed the head, his tongue moving along the ridges of the cock as he began to engulf the hard length. Above him, his lover inhaled sharply as his nose brushed against the pale blond curls surrounding the erection.


"What are you doing?" Draco arched a brow as he found himself pushed against the wall of the Slytherin locker room, watching Blaise kneel before him and eagerly begin to suck his cock. Merlin, that felt good.


Well, that was a rather stupid question, Blaise thought as he ignored Draco's breathless demand, instead concentrating on the tangy taste of sweat and precum, inhaling the aroma of his lover. He loved sucking Draco right after Quidditch, especially when Slytherin lost a game because it made the aloof blond a bit more rough and passionate than usual. He felt long fingers tangle in his curly black hair as he bobbed his head up and down, licking and sucking as he took Draco's long cock all the way into his mouth and throat.


It was a painful pleasure as his jaws began to ache, his own cock hard and ready after watching the match between Slytherin and Gryffindor. He found Quidditch boring but he loved watching Draco play, seeing the intensity in the gray eyes that was rarely displayed in any other manner, watching his lover concentrate completely on the task of winning made him hard.


"Zabini," Draco whimpered when Blaise squeezed his balls, his eyes rolling slightly as he leaned against the wall, not sure if he could stand without the support. "Blaise, Merlin, stop teasing."


Blaise smiled around the cock in his mouth, hearing his name on Draco's lips and the husky order that was the closest to begging he'd ever get from the blond who reserved begging for their third. The beautiful brunette witch was busy celebrating with her House as she tried to find a way to escape to join them for what would most likely be a rough shag by Draco, who loathed losing to Potter more than simply losing. Thinking of Hermione and Draco roughly fucking as he watched made his cock throb, Blaise loving to watch his lovers together, his sketch pad full of images of the two people he loved so dearly.


"Merlin, I love your mouth," Draco muttered as he began to thrust forward into the wet warmth, his teeth biting his lower lip as a slim finger moved into his arse, his hand tightening its hold on Blaise's hair. With a low moan, he thrust forward and came, his seed spilling into his lover's mouth. Blaise drank his release before licking his cock clean, looking up at him and smiling wickedly as he licked his lips.


"Was it good for you?" Blaise asked playfully, his hand stroking his own erection as he licked stray seed from his lips.


"I must admit," Draco drawled lazily as he stretched, his lips curving into a sated smile, "that was almost worth losing."


Blaise laughed as he stood up, kissing Draco deeply before saying, "Let's get you in the shower so we can go find our witch."

The end.