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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter
  Additional Tags:
      Explicit_Language, Sexual_Content, Voyeurism, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without
      Plot
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      Published: 2010-06-26 Words: 2215
****** Solutions to Stiffys or When Your Boyfriend Denies You Sex ******
by HPFandom_archivist
Summary
     When Harry and Draco have an argument, Draco is forced to take
     matters into his own hands, quite literally
Notes
     Note from SeparatriX, the archivist: this story was originally
     archived at HP_Fandom, which was closed for health and financial
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Solutions to Stiffys or When Your Boyfriend Denies You Sex
 
Draco sat trying to casually shift his weight to make room for the prominent
erection straining against his zip. Hagrid in a dress. McGonagall naked. Snape
in a corset. His dick gave a throb. Draco winced against the rough metal edge
that was biting into his most sensitive skin. Damn, that last one was making it
worse.
 
“Draco, are you alright?” Pansy whispered, concern clear on her face.
 
He could feel himself beginning to perspire and was almost to the point of
trembling with the effort of not reaching for his prick and giving it a stroke
to help relieve the pressure.
 
“I’m fine.” Draco answered, his reply tight and pinched. Like his cock in these
too tight trousers.
 
“You don’t look fine.” Pansy murmured, her concern drawing Blaise’s attention.
 
That’s all he needed, if Blaise started to investigate, he’d figure out Draco’s
problem quickly and use the information to tease him mercilessly, if he didn’t
outright blackmail him.
 
It wasn’t Draco’s fault that he was so horny that the mere sound of Harry
answering a question could cause his dick to swell and refuse to deflate. He
hadn’t had sex in three days. Three days! It was torture! How the hell did
Crabbe and Goyle survive without a girlfriend or boyfriend to take the edge
off?
 
Blaise’s gaze drifted from his face and down his body until it settled at his
crotch, where Draco’s robes were artfully draped to wrinkle so that they mostly
hid his problem.
 
To Draco’s surprise, Blaise gave him a sympathetic look instead of the expected
smirk, “He’s fine Pansy, it’s just a little warm in here and you know Draco
doesn’t cope well with the heat.”
 
“Oh, would you like a cooling charm?” Pansy offered.
 
Draco sent a forced smile Blaise’s way and responded, “That might help.”
 
Pansy sent the cooling charm his way and the breeze helped to cool his heated
face but did nothing to deflate the real problem he was having.
 
Why did he have to end up with a chubby that would not go down no matter how
hard he tried to will it away? This should not be happening to him! He was
seventeen years old and much too mature to have to deal with unwanted erections
at inappropriate times. He hadn’t had to deal with this problem since he was
fourteen years old and yet here he sat in Transfigurations with a major stiffy
that would not obey him.
 
“Mr. Malfoy!” McGonagall called out.
 
Draco looked up and felt a blush stain his cheeks to see the other students
focused on him. Taking a breath and hoping his voice wouldn’t squeak, he
responded, “Yes, Professor?”
 
“Pay attention, it’s your turn,” she commanded.
 
Draco forced the incantation past his dry lips and waived his wand so that the
handkerchief in front of him became a silver goblet. It wasn’t as fancy as he
usually made but at least it was the right size and shape if a little lopsided.
 
“Passable,” McGonagall told him moving on to Pansy.
 
Draco sighed in relief and felt his dick give another throb as Harry started to
laugh over something Weasley had whispered to him.
 
Maybe he shouldn’t have insulted Granger in front of Harry. He was just so damn
sensitive about Draco calling the girl a Mudblood. He really didn’t hate
Granger, it was more just a habit learned over the years that he was unable to
shake but until he apologized to the frizzy haired witch, he wouldn’t be
getting any relief. His cock was more than ready to suffer the indignity of
apologizing to the girl for the benefits it would bring. Draco’s pride however,
was still violently opposed to the idea and wasn’t ready to let his cock make
the decisions. He could always wank it helpfully reminded and Draco was ready
to do just that the moment the bell rang and he could get away.
 
To his delight, the bell rang and he shoved his books and parchments into his
nap sack with haste before rushing from the room.
 
Harry looked after the retreating blond with a frown and a sigh. He was hoping
that Draco would feel guilty and apologize but it seemed he was more determined
than ever to avoid apologizing to Hermione. If only the blond would be more
reasonable.
 
“Don’t take it too personally, there was somewhere he had to be,” Blaise
whispered in his ear as he passed.
 
Harry mulled the thought over. Blaise was the only person in the school that
was aware of Harry and Draco’s secret relationship and only privy to that
knowledge because he found them fucking in a broom closet on one of his Head
Boy patrols.
 
Blaise was Draco’s best male friend in Slytherin and though they were both
bisexual, Draco said that they had never been together. But that didn’t mean
that Draco hadn’t started seeing someone else.
 
Afraid to know but too afraid not to ask, Harry hurried to catch up to Blaise.
 
“Zabini!” Harry cried out, causing the dark boy to stop in his tracks.
 
“In my office, Potter,” Blaise answered opening a door to the Head’s private
sitting room, where students often discussed matters that were troubling them.
 
Harry gratefully entered and sat on an overstuffed chair. Hermione followed
dumping a pile of books on her desk before giving Harry a smile. “Did you need
something?”
 
“I needed to speak with Zabini a moment,” Harry answered, feeling his face
flush a bit.
 
“Oh, alright. I’ll be in the library if you need me,” Hermione answered her
tone puzzled but her eyes focused on their current goal instead of him.
 
Harry breathed a sigh of relief that she didn’t push for answers.
 
“Is he meeting someone else?” Harry blurted too worried to not be blunt.
 
“Only if you count his left hand,” Blaise taunted.
 
It took Harry a moment to process the thought and when he realized the
information Blaise had just shared, his mouth fell open in shock.
 
“Close your mouth, Potter, you’ll catch flies,” Blaise snarked.
 
“So he’s uhm,” Harry mumbled having difficulty getting the words past his
suddenly dry mouth.
 
“Stroking the snake? Buffing his wand? Frigging the love muscle? Getting a grip
on things? Bonging his schlong? Do you get my drift?” Blaise teased.
 
“But why?” Harry stuttered out in mortification.
 
Blaise raised an eyebrow as though looking at a particularly stupid person,
“Potter, you fought with him three days ago. He’s been without sex for three
days, you do the math. By the looks of him in Transfiguration, he’s sailing at
full mast. He couldn’t even hide it with his wrinkled robes.”
 
“You mean he hasn’t…since we last?” Harry choked out.
 
Blaise nodded soberly.
 
“Damn, I should go talk to him,” Harry decided.
 
“Potter, I’d wait until he’s finished or he won’t be in the mood to talk,”
Blaise advised.
 
“Where is he?” Harry asked.
 
“My best guess is the Prefect’s bath. The password is ‘Abstinence’” he cheekily
informed Harry.
 
“Abstinence?” Harry couldn’t help but respond.
 
“I enjoy torturing him when he’s weak,” Blaise smirked.
 
“Nice to know he has a good friend like you,” Harry retorted before leaving in
the direction of the Prefect’s Bath.
 
Draco was dying of embarrassment as he hobbled down the hallway. Unfortunately,
the embarrassment wasn’t enough to deflate his problem and a good wank was the
only solution he was currently willing to consider. His trousers had never felt
so tight and pinching. With every step, the tight fabric rubbed over his
sensitized head and caused it to leak a little more precum that was quickly
causing a wet spot even through his robes. If he didn’t get some relief soon,
he feared he would cum in his pants.
 
Feeling decidedly foolish and a bit naughty, Draco muttered “Abstinence” and
hurried into the Prefect’s Bath. A quick look around assured him that the room
was empty. In a fluid motion, Draco turned his back on the door and parted his
robe. It didn’t take his trembling hands long to release his button and lower
his zip. As his trousers fell to his ankles, his erection sprang free to his
delight. A soft moan escaped his lips without his permission but he wasn’t
arsed to care. His relief was now imminent.
 
Wrapping his hand around his heated column of flesh, he gave it a soft pull. It
felt like heaven. His tortured flesh was finally getting the attention it
needed. A soft sigh fell from his lips as his mind quickly supplied a memory of
Harry’s lips wrapped snugly around his shaft.
 
The thought of Harry gave him a moment’s pause. Was this cheating on the
Gryffindor? He let out a whimper as his hand loosened its grip on his throbbing
prick. His Slytherin mind began to process and made quick work of the problem.
They were in the middle of a fight so he wasn’t cheating on anyone if they
weren’t together. Besides, he wasn’t going to anyone else; he had a right to
take care of his needs. It wasn’t his fault that Harry was holding out on him
over an argument that was becoming more and more unimportant in his mind.
Draco’s cock dribbled some precum onto his fist and he was reminded that his
cock was deliciously free of those tight confines and his hand was right where
it was supposed to be. Harry couldn’t possibly blame him for taking matters
into his own hands when his prick was about to explode.
 
Tightening his grip, he once again sighed in pleasure as he ran his hand down
to the base. Then, slowly he pulled his hand up his swollen shaft all the way
to the leaking tip. The glistening wetness ran into the circle of his fist,
providing much needed lubrication that he slicked along on his hand’s journey
back down to the base once more.
 
It felt wonderful! His skin was on fire and his entire body was tingling and
trembling with pleasure. He slowly repeated his hand’s journey, up and down.
Salazar it felt good, all that time spent so hard and needy and now to finally
be finding relief. He let out a soft sob of pleasure as his hand stroked again
and again.
 
He closed his eyes tightly picturing Harry’s smile, his eyes, the way his hair
was forever tousled in a sexy ‘just been shagged’ way. He could feel his balls
starting to tighten. Without thought, his other hand snaked down to gently
massage the taunt flesh as he continued to stroke, his hand moving a bit faster
in his desperation. All thought melted away as his body trembled in sheer
pleasure. His hips began to mindlessly thrust into his welcoming hand that had
squeezed tighter and picked up more speed while fantasizing. His balls
tightened further as they struggled to hold on. They were so full. They were
going to explode. He was going to explode. Every nerve on his body was taunt
and ready. His hand was a blur as it raced to satisfy his raging need for
completion.
 
Biting down on his lip to keep from crying out, he gave one more satisfying tug
and then, he was cuming, his seed poured out of him hot and fast like lava
erupting from a volcano. The pleasure thrummed through every cell of his body
as he emptied himself into his hand. His weak knees buckled as he sagged to the
floor in a blissful state of absolute pleasure.
 
Warm arms wrapped around his waist pulling him back into a firm muscled chest.
Draco’s entire body stiffened in shock and despite his relaxed state, he turned
drawing his wand.
 
“Merlin, you look hot when you cum,” Harry greeted with a sly smile that was
worthy of a Slytherin.
 
“Harry?” Draco squeaked in surprise.
 
“Miss me?” Harry asked taking a hand to push Draco’s sweaty hair away from his
eyes.
 
His body relaxing once more, Draco melted into Harry’s embrace and tilted his
head to steal a kiss.
 
“More than you could ever imagine,” Draco agreed with a hum of contentment.
 
“I don’t want to fight anymore,” Harry whispered, nuzzling Draco’s neck.
 
“Me either, I’m sorry I called Granger, that name. I didn’t mean it, it’s just
a habit,” Draco apologized biting his lower lip.
 
“You still should apologize, she doesn’t know that and you really hurt her
feelings,” Harry responded in a soothing and forgiving tone.
 
“I will, Harry. Let’s not talk about it right now, right now we need to have
some make-up sex,” Draco pouted.
 
“But you just…” Harry trailed off, his face flushed with embarrassment.
 
“I’m still young and you’re hard,” Draco responded, wickedly grinding his arse
into Harry’s erection.
 
“You’re evil,” Harry muttered surrendering to the kiss Draco used to stop his
speech.
 
“No, I’m horny, there’s a distinct difference,” Draco corrected, his cock
already swelling once more.
 
“You’re unbelievable,” Harry gasped as Draco turned to straddle his legs and
began to unbutton his shirt.
 
“If you think that now, just wait until we’re finished,” Draco warned, pulling
Harry into another mind blowing kiss as he ground his renewed erection into
Harry’s hardness.
 
The End
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