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katelinmr, inspired by our recent poll.
(I will never subject myself to writing RPS again. I cringed through every word of this.)
Dan sighed and let his head fall back against the back of the sofa. He'd waited all day for this. The tension of the past few hours began to melt away the instant that Tom's lips closed around the head of his cock. The wet heat of that mouth and the image of Draco's face in the mirror were all that existed now.
Filming scenes with Tom as Draco had always left him feeling randy, but today they had worked on the bathroom scene and oh God Draco looked so fucking hot when he was pissed off and snarling. The temptation to shove a cock inside his mouth to shut him up and show him his place had been all but irresistible.
Dan had always been able to separate fantasy from reality when it came to these rendezvous with Tom, but tonight, he couldn't help pretending that the blonde head bobbing up and down in his lap was Draco's. His fingers slid through the silky hair, slowly tightening their grip until Draco whimpered. The bastard.
Dan kept Draco's head firmly in place as he thrust up again and again. That tongue was wicked. It swirled around Dan's cock at the top of each thrust, and fuck, was that drool sliding down the underside his shaft?
"That's right. Suck it, Malfoy," Dan said in between heavy breaths. The mouth on his cock stilled, and for a moment, he thought his outburst might have been a deal-breaker.
When Tom looked up, he really was Draco; that unmistakable Malfoy glint was in his pale eyes. Dan gasped when he felt the light, threatening scrape of teeth on his cock.
Draco stopped glaring and went back to work. No longer restrained by Dan's hand on his head—the situation was too volatile for power struggles—he slid his mouth purposefully up and down Dan's shaft, as if determined to draw an orgasm from him as fast as possible.
Dan moaned as a hand began to fondle his balls. Fuck that felt good. He curled his fingers, digging his nails into his palm to keep from grabbing onto Draco. It wasn't long before he felt himself pass that point when he no longer cared whether it was Draco or Tom or some girl. All that mattered was that any subsequent swipe of tongue could be the one that finally sent him over the edge.
Yes, that was the one. His cock erupted, sending ripples of pleasure throughout his body, and he bit his knuckle to fight back a moan. Draco's hands were on Dan's hips, keeping him still as his cock pulsed.
When the euphoria passed and Dan chanced a look down, Tom was already zipping up his jeans. Dan suddenly felt like an ass. He reached for Tom, eager to return the favor, but Tom pushed his hands away and stepped back.
"Piss off, Potter."
A grin formed on Dan's face as he watched Draco leave the hotel room. No one ever said Malfoys were easy.
katelinmr, inspired by our recent poll. (I will never subject myself to writing RPS again. I cringed through every word of this.)
Dan sighed and let his head fall back against the back of the sofa. He'd waited all day for this. The tension of the past few hours began to melt away the instant that Tom's lips closed around the head of his cock. The wet heat of that mouth and the image of Draco's face in the mirror were all that existed now.
Filming scenes with Tom as Draco had always left him feeling randy, but today they had worked on the bathroom scene and oh God Draco looked so fucking hot when he was pissed off and snarling. The temptation to shove a cock inside his mouth to shut him up and show him his place had been all but irresistible.
Dan had always been able to separate fantasy from reality when it came to these rendezvous with Tom, but tonight, he couldn't help pretending that the blonde head bobbing up and down in his lap was Draco's. His fingers slid through the silky hair, slowly tightening their grip until Draco whimpered. The bastard.
Dan kept Draco's head firmly in place as he thrust up again and again. That tongue was wicked. It swirled around Dan's cock at the top of each thrust, and fuck, was that drool sliding down the underside his shaft?
"That's right. Suck it, Malfoy," Dan said in between heavy breaths. The mouth on his cock stilled, and for a moment, he thought his outburst might have been a deal-breaker.
When Tom looked up, he really was Draco; that unmistakable Malfoy glint was in his pale eyes. Dan gasped when he felt the light, threatening scrape of teeth on his cock.
Draco stopped glaring and went back to work. No longer restrained by Dan's hand on his head—the situation was too volatile for power struggles—he slid his mouth purposefully up and down Dan's shaft, as if determined to draw an orgasm from him as fast as possible.
Dan moaned as a hand began to fondle his balls. Fuck that felt good. He curled his fingers, digging his nails into his palm to keep from grabbing onto Draco. It wasn't long before he felt himself pass that point when he no longer cared whether it was Draco or Tom or some girl. All that mattered was that any subsequent swipe of tongue could be the one that finally sent him over the edge.
Yes, that was the one. His cock erupted, sending ripples of pleasure throughout his body, and he bit his knuckle to fight back a moan. Draco's hands were on Dan's hips, keeping him still as his cock pulsed.
When the euphoria passed and Dan chanced a look down, Tom was already zipping up his jeans. Dan suddenly felt like an ass. He reached for Tom, eager to return the favor, but Tom pushed his hands away and stepped back.
"Piss off, Potter."
A grin formed on Dan's face as he watched Draco leave the hotel room. No one ever said Malfoys were easy.
