Title: Engorgio Part 8
Author: Constant Vigilance
Status: WIP
Email: tirel@pcnuthut.com

Website: https://www.angelfire.com/tv2/firebird_ascending/
Rating: NC-17 overall
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Spoilers: AU. Characters aged up to age of consent.
Warnings: Slash
Disclaimer: I own nothing. JKR is God.
Summary: Vince casts an enlargement spell…on the wrong person.
Notes: This came from a Spam Challenge on After Class @ yahoo. WittchWay had just about enough of Enlarge Your Penis! Spammers and suggested we use their nefariousness against them. I changed the pairing but the idea remains hers.

 

Harry woke slowly. His body tingled and ached and he still felt like he was flying from the feelings that Draco pulled from his body. Feelings caused by Draco's hands, his lips, his mouth. Feelings like Harry had never experienced before. He opened his eyes to find Draco smiling down at him, gray eyes full of concern.

 

“Are you all right, Harry?” he whispered. “Did I hurt you?”

 

Harry shook his head, too warm and content in Draco's arms to move. “It was fabulous,” he returned. Draco squeezed him tightly and dropped a kiss on his forehead before pulling Harry back into his embrace. They lay entwined, not really noting the passage of time, dwelling in the pleasure each inspired in the other.

 

Harry was the one who made the first move. He nuzzled his nose into Draco's neck and flicked out his tongue to taste Draco's salty skin. Draco sighed contentedly, lifting his chin to give Harry more room. Harry’s next step was to suck that skin into his mouth, laving it with his tongue and suckling on it softly. Draco moaned and slid his hands over Harry’s chest.

 

Harry licked his way over to Draco's ear and again pulled the pale skin into his mouth, this time sucking on the pulse point beneath the shell-like curve. He could tell the effect he was having on Draco. Draco's pulse had already sped up considerably. As he grinned against Draco's flesh, Draco lost his patience. He pulled Harry up and took possession of his mouth, claiming it with his tongue, with his lips, the same way that he’d claimed Harry’s body with his hands.

 

They pulled apart and gasped for air before slamming back into each other again, unable to part from each other’s taste for long. Finally, Draco lifted his head and stared at the swollen lips he’d left Harry with. Harry panted, his eyes lidded, and he smiled. “Fuck me now?” he asked softly. Draco's breath caught for a second and then he reached over to the nightstand and handed Harry the jar of vanilla gel.

 

Draco grinned. “Be sure to use a lot of it,” he warned. “There’s a reason I stretched you so thoroughly.” He shifted to the side and Harry’s eyes were drawn to the juncture of Draco's legs. Harry saw Draco's cock for the first time, full and hard, with eyes not hazy in lust. And he stared in amazement.

 

He had a strange moment of hilarity in which he contemplated pulling out his wand and comparing the holly rod with the fleshy one. He noted that his wooden one would come out lacking by at least two inches. As to the thickness, there was no question at all. It had to be eight inches round. There would be no swish and flicking with this beast.

 

“What’s so funny?” Draco asked, a tiny bit of fear in his voice.

 

Harry shook his head. “I was just thinking that I couldn’t possibly cast Wingardium Leviosa with that,” he gestured to Draco's cock. Draco looked confused as hell for a moment, but then Harry set aside the lube jar and wrapped both calloused hands around Draco's erection. Draco's head fell back as he moaned in delight and he really didn’t give a fuck what odd things Harry came up with in his head to amuse himself.

 

“Bloody hell, that feels so good,” he groaned. Harry was finally touching him. He was free to finally just let go and feel. And feel he did. Every minute bit of Harry’s fingers as the Gryffindor began to expertly jack him off. The small amount of foreskin left, for he had been so fucking hard for so fucking long, rubbed against the bottom of his glans, setting off fireworks in his stomach.

 

He was just about to beg Harry to squeeze harder when he felt the wet warmth of Harry’s mouth close over the tip of his cock. A mewling noise he would never admit to making was torn from his throat and he fisted the covers beside him. Harry flicked his tongue over, under and around the foreskin, moaning his enjoyment into Draco's flesh as he continued to stroke the shaft with both hands.

 

“Please,” Draco begged. “Please, I’ve been waiting so long. I can’t take much more.” His breath hitched as Harry’s tongue ran down the ridge on the outside of his cock. “Please, I need to be in you when I come,” he cried.

 

Harry capitulated, taking two handfuls of the lube and returning to stroke Draco's cock again. He’d barely gotten it slicked when Draco growled deep in his throat and shoved Harry backwards. Draco followed Harry down and pulled his legs high into the air. Harry’s breathing stopped as he looked into his lover’s eyes. Desperate need, absolute desire…and tender concern.

 

“May I?” Draco asked softly. Harry smiled and nodded. Draco made short work of lining his cock up with Harry’s stretched hole. He carefully inserted the tip, nearly choking at the heat Harry’s body generated. Harry sucked in a breath and arched his back. “Bear down, love,” he whispered. “Bear down against me and try to breathe.

 

Harry nodded again and forced himself to start breathing again. But he couldn’t help the wince when Draco pushed in again. Draco paused and turned his head to the side, placing a sweet kiss on Harry’s right calf. “There’s no one I’d rather be doing this with, you know,” he murmured. “But I’ll stop if it hurts too much. Just tell me.”

 

Harry smiled weakly and reached up to cup a hand around Draco's face. “It doesn’t hurt. It just burns a bit. That and I’ve gotten myself all worked up about how huge you are,” he said wryly. “I’m just scared.”

 

Draco turned his head to the left and kissed that calf. “Don’t be scared of me,” he pleaded. “Never of me. I’ll never hurt you purposefully, Harry. Never again.”

 

Harry replied with a gentle swipe of his thumb across Draco's lip. He took a deep breath and let it out and then bore down against the intrusion. Draco slipped in a few more inches and he gasped. “So fucking tight. Still so fucking tight,” he marveled. He pulled out a tiny bit and thrust back in slowly, trying to angle so that he would brush against Harry’s prostate along the way. Harry moaned and pushed back into Draco's thrust.

 

It proceeded slowly, Draco pulling out and thrusting back in carefully, getting further and further inside Harry…inch by inch. After several long minutes, Draco was panting heavily, sweating madly and his arms were shaking. But he had finally seated himself balls deep inside Harry’s channel. Draco opened his eyes to find tears in Harry’s eyes and a blissfully content look on his face.

 

“Fucking amazing,” Harry breathed.

 

Draco could only grunt in agreement, barely holding on to his sanity at that point. Harry grinned and locked his legs around Draco's waist. He rolled over, taking Draco with him and wound up straddling the blond. Draco blinked in surprise at this sudden display of dominance from the otherwise blatantly submissive Harry. Harry just smirked and lifted himself up.

 

Draco could see the juncture where their bodies met. He could see his cock pulling out of Harry’s arse. And he moaned like a dying thing, reaching up to clutch at Harry’s hands. Harry took hold of his hands and linked their fingers, their digits turning white with the grip they had on one another. Harry began to sink back down and Draco couldn’t help but stare transfixed at the sight of his cock disappearing back into Harry.

 

He looked up from their joining to Harry’s face, twisted in an expression of pleasure and pain, and he knew that he was so very fucking close. He also realized that he wanted to do this forever. To have Harry Potter wrapped around him like this every night. To be the only one who would cause that look on Harry’s face ever again. He thrust up slightly into Harry’s downward slide and Harry gasped, his eyes shooting open to reveal the dazed, lust filled green eyes.

 

Harry sped up, slamming his arse down onto Draco's cock, groaning in pain and hunger and desire with every stroke. They moved faster and faster. The sweat dripped off of Harry’s chest to land on Draco's. Draco freed one hand, pulling Harry’s hand down to rest on his torso for support, and wrapped the freed hand around Harry’s cock. Harry whined, words failing him at the dual sensations from inside and out.

 

The room was filled with the slick, wet sounds of sex. With the scent of vanilla and sweat. Finally…“Harry,” Draco moaned. “Fuck, Harry…I’m gonna cum!” He speeded up the strokes of his hand on Harry’s erection. Harry cried out, an agreement that he, too, was nearing completion.

 

Harry went over first, the incredible feeling of Draco filling every crevice of his body combined with the rapid fisting of his cock by Draco's perfect hands was more than he could take. Draco felt the contractions begin around his cock and a moment later Harry came like a geyser, yowling out his orgasm along with Draco's name.

 

The rhythmic squeezing, the sight of a beautiful Harry Potter cumming on his cock…it was enough to send Draco over the edge. He slammed his hips up one last time and screamed out Harry’s name. He could feel Harry’s clenching channel milking every last drop from his body and finally, he was finished. He dropped back to the bed, panting, his chest heaving. Harry dropped on top of him, a grin on his face.

 

“Just fucking amazing,” Harry breathed, kissing Draco's sweaty chest.

 

They calmed down together, Draco holding Harry to his chest as if he were afraid the dark haired boy would suddenly disappear. Eventually, Harry slid off of Draco but cuddled up next to him, lodging his nose deep against Draco's throat. And they drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning found Harry and Draco making their way through the Great Hall. Apparently, the word had spread that the Slytherin Prince and the Gryffindor Golden Boy had gotten it on, because the crowd was nothing short of spectacular. Before they could attempt to separate to their respective tables, they were surrounded by hordes of squealing students demanding to know everything under the sun.

 

“So you honestly had him?”

 

“Is it really that big?”

 

“Is he good in bed?”

 

“Is it the most amazing thing you’ve ever seen?”

 

At that question, Harry looked over at his lover. Draco was rolling his eyes. When their glances met, they shared a soft smile. Harry nodded, never taking his eyes from his silver prince.

“Yes. He is.”

 

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