FIC: Centrefold, Part Two. NC-17. Complete.

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Title:  Centrefold (2/2)

Author: Sonja

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating:  NC-17

Disclaimer: Messrs Potter and Malfoy belong to JK Rowling. I’m just borrowing them for a bit. I don’t even pretend to have permission to abuse them so.

Summary: Wherein Draco’s ignorant of all things Muggle and Harry has a big . . . desk.

Warnings: Attempted humour and gross misuse of a broomstick. And yes, it is what you’re thinking. Can’t handle it? Don’t read. Also, there is some felching involved. That’s one of my favourite kinks. Again, if it’s too much for your delicate sensibilities, you know where to click. It can’t possibly be any more disgusting than Mpreg. Ugh.

Author’s Notes: There is a fic written by Incessant_Darkness wherein Harry and Draco are posing for a gay magazine. I loved the concept, so I blatantly stole her idea and wrote about it the way I would like to see it- cracked out and raunchy! For better or for worse, here it is. Oh, and this is totally, unabashedly canon-free. Canon, what canon?   

Read  Part One here.

5. Payment, or Better Uses for a Nimbus.

 

 

When Tristan had taken the camera to his technical room to put Draco’s shots on the computer, Harry and Draco Apparated to Harry’s office.

 

“I have to tell you, I can’t wait to see those pictures. Not that they’d be any better than watching the live event.”

 

“And you thought me modest,” Draco huffed. “Can I ask why you had me bring along my school things, if we weren’t going to use them?”

 

“Who said we weren’t going to use them?” Harry’s tone was mischievous. “Let me get your payment sorted, and then we’ll worry about that.” From a drawer in the desk, he took out a pouch. “One hundred Galleons, as promised. Not bad for less than an hour’s work.” Draco reached for the pouch, but Harry drew it slightly back. “Although, I’d be willing to pay you more if you allowed me to take some private photos.”

 

“With the school things? You’re a pervert, Potter.” But Draco was intrigued. More than intrigued, really, as he started to get hard again.

 

“Ah, well, it was worth a shot.” He handed the pouch back to Draco, but Draco didn’t take it.

 

“I didn’t say no.”

 

“Good. Now how much more would you want? Another hundred?”

 

“Keep your money. Just run along and get your school robes, and we’ll be even.” Harry smirked, and Draco almost considered suing him for trademark infringement. “By the time you Apparate back here, I’ll be dressed.”

 

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Draco hadn’t lied. By the time Harry’d come back to the office, dressed in Gryffindor scarlet and gold, Draco was dressed in his robes. Well, not dressed in them so much as sort of wearing them, as they were open and everything Malfoy was sticking out for the world to see.

 

“Even better than I remember,” Harry breathed. “Fuck, Malfoy.”

 

“Is that what you want to do, Potter? You want to ‘fuck Malfoy’?” Draco pulled at his erect cock, not breaking eye contact with Harry.

 

“I wouldn’t say no, if the opportunity presented itself.”

 

Draco hopped up onto the great oaken desk, leant back onto his elbows, and whorishly spread his legs. “The opportunity is presenting itself.”

 

“Broomstick,” Harry practically squeaked.

 

“Beg pardon?”

 

“I want to fuck you with your broomstick. First.”

 

“Again, beg pardon?”

 

“Not hard or anything. I just want to see it inside you.” Harry had opened his own robes and was stroking himself. “I want to see you impaled on it.”

 

“Gods, Potter. You’re a freak.” Draco did that smirky thing again. “Accio broom!” When the broomstick came flying across the room, Draco handed it over to Harry, who propped it up against the desk. The black handle was smooth and shiny, and there was a slight bulb at the end. “Be careful, that’s a new one.”

 

Harry didn’t say anything then, he just reached into his robe pocket and took out an impressively-sized bottle of Eros. He wasted no time in pouring some of the viscous fluid onto his fingertips and rubbing it over Draco’s puckered hole. He slid two fingers in at once, and curved them up to stroke Draco’s prostate. “Lie flat.”

 

“Mmm, yes. Fuck me, yes.” Harry hadn’t realised Draco was such a moaner. He quickly cast a silencing charm, as well as several locking charms, on the door and told Draco to be quiet a minute.   He had to ring his assistant and tell her to hold his calls.

 

“I’m in a meeting,” he spoke into the phone, his fingers still in Draco’s arse. “And I cannot be disturbed.” After setting the phone down, he resumed his internal massage. “I could do this all day. But I won’t.” After a few more thrusts, Harry slipped his fingers free. “Ready?”

 

“As I’ll ever be.” Harry poured more of the lube onto his fingers and rubbed it over the thick broom handle and again over Draco’s opening. He grasped the broom firmly in both hands, and slowly pushed the end of it in, being careful to keep it level. “Wait, wait, just a minute.”

 

“Does it hurt?”

 

“No, it’s just . . . different. Feels brilliant, actually.” Draco took a deep breath and released it. “Carry on.”

 

“Leave it to a Malfoy to say ‘carry on’ as he’s getting a broomstick shoved up his arse.” 

 

“I can’t help it if I- oh, fuck, yes. Right there- if I have manners.” Draco’s hands clutched the edges of the desk in a white-knuckle grip. “Gods, yes. Oh, fuck. Fuck.” Manners had apparently just flown out the window.

 

Harry was slowly sliding the end of the broom handle in and out of Draco. “You should see it from my angle. I could come in my pants watching this.”

 

“Accio the camera then, so I can. You do- oh, Merlin!- you do have a camera in here, I would- fuck- imagine, since you were so keen on snapping me in my school kit.”

 

“I have my hands full, Malfoy, in case you hadn’t noticed. You Accio the camera.”

 

“Fine. Oh, yeah, twist it a little. That’s it. Mmm, that feels so good.” He pried one of his hands from the desk and held it in the air. Harry’d stopped thrusting so Draco could concentrate. “Accio camera!” The camera came flying off the shelf in the corner and landed in Draco’s palm. He almost dropped it. “Here.”

 

“You’ll have to switch it on.”

 

“I don’t know how this blasted thing works!” Draco turned the camera over in his hands, and Harry started laughing. “What’s so damned funny?”

 

“You’re lying on my desk with your broomstick in your bum, trying to figure out how to switch on a camera. What isn’t funny?” Said broomstick was very slightly moving up and down as Harry laughed. Draco groaned. “Sorry, sorry. You see the dial there on the top? There should be a little ‘A’ there. Move the dial clockwise until the little black dot is in line with the ‘A’.” Harry heard the camera turn on. “Good, now press the little button that looks like a bolt of lightning until the display reads ‘flash - off.’ Then hand it to me. I’ll lean over as far as I can to get it, so you keep still.”

 

“Fine, here.” Draco extended his hand as far as he could to pass Harry the camera. “Damned Muggle contraptions,” he muttered.

 

“Okay, now hold steady while I try to do this with one hand.” He very carefully held the broom in place with one hand, and took a fairly decent photo with the other. “Oh, fuck,” he breathed as he looked at the image on the display. “You’ve got to see this.” He carefully handed the camera back to Draco.

 

“It looks as good as it feels, then. Keep going, Potter; push it in a little more.” As he felt the bulb at the end of the broom handle rub back and forth against his prostate, Draco once again gripped the edge of the desk with his free hand. He had the good sense to put the camera down before he dropped it. “That’s it, yes, that’s it.” His eyes were tightly closed and his breath was coming in pants.  Much like Harry was about to do. “Fuck me, oh Gods, fuck me.”

 

“You are not coming like this. You’re going to come with my cock in your arse.” Harry gently slid the broom out of Draco, and leant it once again against the desk. The last four inches or so were slick and shiny with lubrication. Draco fairly whimpered at the sight of the thick, wooden handle that had been inside him, making him nearly scream with pleasure. Harry just watched as Draco’s stretched hole started to constrict. He leant forward and plunged his tongue into the depths of it.

 

“Holy Hell! Are you trying to kill me?”

 

“The thought had crossed my mind,” Harry said, briefly moving his face from between Draco’s legs before returning to his task in earnest. “But it’s been years,” he muttered against the hot, wet flesh.

 

“Oh, ohhh, carry on doing that.” 

 

“Got something better in mind, actually.” Harry stood, opened his robes completely, and reached for the bottle of Eros. “Hold on tight, Malfoy.” He pushed Draco back and climbed up onto the desk between his legs. With one hard thrust, he sheathed himself completely in Draco’s stretched body. “Touch yourself while I’m fucking you. I want to see you come.” Harry held Draco’s legs impossibly wide, and began to pound into him.

 

“Is that all you’ve got, Potter?” Harry slammed harder, nearly pushing Draco off the desk. “Fuck, yeah, that’s more like it.” Harry was fucking Draco so hard, he could barely keep his hand on his cock to bring himself off. Not that he had to, because after a few more thrusts, he shot a thick arc of fluid over his stomach and onto his chest and chin. He swiped a finger through the drops on his face, and shakily licked them off.

 

“Almost there,” Harry managed through gritted teeth. “Fuck, I’m almost there.”

 

“Gods, Harry, you feel so good. So fucking good,” Draco was panting now. “Fuck me, yes, oh so good.”

 

“You looked so hot with that broom sticking out of you,” Harry gasped. “I could look at that all day.”

 

“Come in me. I want to feel you come in me,” Draco coaxed, clenching his tired muscles around Harry’s cock. “Yes,” he panted as he felt Harry slam once more into him and stiffen, his orgasm flooding Draco’s insides. “I’ve waited so long to feel you inside me.” If Harry registered what Draco said, he didn’t show it. He had withdrawn his softening cock, and was standing on the floor, his legs shaky, licking his own come from Draco’s reddened and abused hole. Draco moaned loudly as Harry’s tongue lapped at him.

 

“I love the taste of me in you,” Harry finally said, looking up. His chin was wet with spunk, saliva, and lube. Draco could only nod. “I’ve always wondered what you tasted like.”

 

“Always?” Draco asked, running a hand through his sweaty hair. He hadn’t been able to move from his place on the desk.

 

“Pretty much, yeah.” Harry licked again, and Draco shivered. “And to hear you say my name with me deep inside you. You have no idea.”

 

“And the broomstick thing?”

 

“Thought of that the other day when I was tossing off to your amateur shots.” After one more penetrating lick, Harry moved up so his face was level with Draco’s and leant in. “Didn’t think you’d go for it though. Kinky bastard.”

 

“Says the man who just ate his own come from another man’s arsehole.”

 

“Want to taste? It’s brilliant.” Draco nodded, and Harry kissed him. It was a slow, deliberate kiss that sent chills down Draco’s spine. He wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck and pulled him in for more. 

 

Harry was right, it was brilliant.

 

 

 

6. The aftermath.

 

 

There was a loud CRACK! as Draco Apparated into Harry’s office. “You’re late,” Harry said, glancing at his watch, but not at Draco. “Did you bring your broom?”

Picture by lillibett.  Used with her permission.