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With the whistling wind in his ears and the endless dunes in front of him, Draco stopped and finally realized that he was lost in the desert. He felt his body burning for no reason, and every cell screamed for water - water, yes, he needed water -
Draco jerked his eyes open and sat up breathing heavily. The dream was so real that even the lingering heat remained inside him, giving Draco an urge to dive headfirst into the cold water. He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths before grabbing the glass of water on the bedside table and drinking it down. He rolled over and got out of bed with the intention of taking a shower to calm down, and was halfway there when a voice called out, "Draco."
Draco looked back in the direction of the sound; the person standing there was Harry, or more accurately, two Harrys.
"Harry! You ......" Draco froze in place, "...... What's going on?"
One of them, Harry, took a step forward and was the first to explain, "Draco, my bilocation spell worked! But ......"
"But?" Draco raised an eyebrow, gesturing for him to continue.
"But there was a little problem with the spell," Harry paused, as if what he was going to say next was making it difficult for him to speak out, "...... its effect was not complete, that is, He wasn't me. "
"... He's just my magnified desire."
Harry shook his head and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you in advance. But don't worry, the spell is short-lived, maybe he'll be gone in two hours-"
Draco didn't speak, he couldn't even hear what Harry said after that, only saw his mouth open and close while the heat came back to him, even intensifying, burning more and more, spreading all the way to his limbs. He could feel the string of sanity in his head tense up, and he looked straight at Harry and heard his own voice say, "Do you want to have a try?"
"What?" Harry inclined his head in slight confusion.
"You two. Together." Draco said calmly. He didn't even wait for Harry to make a reply before he turned and walked in the direction of the bedroom.
He knew he could always get what he wanted.
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Harry knelt between Draco's legs, wondering how things could have come to this.
From the moment he recited that damn spell, everything turned upside down and even Draco became strange; he really shouldn't have been so curious.
Harry sighed deeply in his heart and continued the movement of his hands. After Draco made that offer, his body took a step ahead of his will and honestly went after him. How could he refuse? He just imagined that image - he blushed and bit his lower lip, using all his self-control to banish that fantasy from his mind. I shouldn't have done that, he admonished himself over and over again, I can't go on being that wrong.
But he couldn't do it. He knew he'd lost when Draco clasped his hand and fell into the bed with him; he'd always be the one to give in, wouldn't he?
Draco's legs were spread wide on Harry's broad, firm shoulders. And sitting behind him, the symbolic doppelganger of his lust - let's call him Potter - took Draco into his arms and lowered his head to kiss Draco fiercely.
Draco felt like he couldn't breathe. The hot chest of Potter behind him pressed against his back, almost burning red marks on his skin. Draco closed his eyes and felt Potter's unrelenting demand in his mouth, and couldn't help but respond to him. Between the lips and teeth,the saliva that he couldn't swallow dripped down his chin and onto the bed sheets, creating a lustful stain.
No one knows how long the kiss lasted until Draco felt the air being taken from his lungs before Potter reluctantly let him go. Draco gasped and looked up into Potter's eyes; those incredibly green eyes, like bottomless pools of emerald green, filled with tangled desire; he couldn't help but think of Harry's eyes again, which were often full of deep concern and soft laughter - Draco shuddered slightly.
Potter also looked back at him, staying calm and collected. His stare fell on Draco's red and swollen lips, and his eyes darken immediately. He thought for a moment and reached out with the index finger of his left hand and pressed it to Draco's lips, gently rubbed it a few times, then went back into his mouth.
Draco subconsciously opened his mouth to meet him and licked the finger until every inch of it was dripping with his breath. Potter smiled with satisfaction as he added two fingers in turn, lifting his right hand to stroke Draco's soft hair. Draco couldn't think; his mind was so occupied with the person in front of him that all he could hear was the slurping sound of water as his fingers moved in and out.
"Mmm ......!" Draco suddenly shrieked and instinctively arched his back, only to be firmly pressed into Potter's arms again. At that moment, Harry lifted his head from between his legs and gave Draco a smile. He had been buried between his legs, licking back and forth the softest and most sensitive skin on his inner thighs, evoking a tender tickle while he kept lingering annoyingly and refused to move, which made Draco unable to relieve himself. Just now, he was finally willing to stop this long torture and tentatively took Draco's hardness into his mouth. The sensation of being wrapped in a warm mouth was so wonderful that Draco grunted softly and subconsciously pushed forward. Fortunately, Harry was prepared and did not choke on the sudden movement, but reached out and patted Draco's side soothingly as he continued his work.
After a few gulps, Draco could hardly hold on while Harry deflected and backed off before he reached the climax. Draco opened his dazed eyes as if wondering why Harry had suddenly stopped, only to be knocked over by an even more intense wave of pleasure right away and plunged once again into the depths of desire. Harry gently lifted his hips, lowered his head and buried his face between the softness, and without hesitation, he stuck out his tongue towards that back hole. Draco could no longer control the trembling, and his tightly closed mouth leaked out a soft cry which was sealed between his and Potter's lips.
As if encouraged, Harry swirled around the entrance a few times, deftly opening the muscles of Draco’s hole as he relaxed and moved deeper; and Potter, no longer satisfied with the kisses, wrapped a large, restless hand around his chest and rubbed it relentlessly until the nipple was engorged with blood. Draco could barely stand such an overwhelming pleasure, and instinctively threw his head back, only to fall right into Potter's hands. He held Draco's shoulders with one arm and leaned down to take Draco's other nipple, slowly and gently grinding it with his teeth.
Draco didn't last long. After he had completely surrendered, Harry stopped in time and straightened up to look at the scene in front of him - Draco's legs were flooded with wetness, the semen dripping from the his prick mixed with Harry's saliva and the slick trickling from his hole, completely moistening the bed sheet underneath him; and Draco's torso was covered with love marks - Each of them represents a kiss, a caress, an absolute possession.
Harry nodded slightly towards Potter, his voice husky with desire, "Keep going."
*
Draco knelt on the mattress while Harry covered him from behind, his hard prick aimed at the wet entrance; Potter, half-kneeling in front of him, looked down at Draco and commanded, "Take me."
Draco looked up and blinked, and then obediently did as he was told. He could no longer be distracted from thinking about anything else, all he could do was follow the order and get his reward. Once he had put that long, thick shaft into his mouth, the hardness behind him wedged open the hole and entered him smoothly. Draco's legs almost collapsed as he fell backwards, involuntarily reaching for Potter's body, while Harry wrapped his arms around his waist in time to secure him underneath him.
Potter's mouth curled up into a smile, then fondly pushed Draco's messy hair behind his ears and gently stroking his burning cheeks, while his body thrusted mercilessly in his mouth until it forced the water out of the corners of Draco's eyes. And Harry waited patiently for Draco to adjust to his invasion; he knew Draco must be very tired after his orgasm, so he thoughtfully moved slowly, gently, powerfully, one by one, building up fine pleasure in his tailbone. Once he felt that Draco had accepted him completely, Harry kissed the back of his neck and lifted himself up to speed up his thrusts, each time grinding through the prostate with precision, not missing each slightly sobbed whimper that spilled from Draco's mouth.
Draco felt that the world was getting smaller and smaller, so small that only this corner of the room remained, that he could not feel anything else but pleasure. After several heavy thrusts, Draco shuddered and exhales shakily, shooting a stream of white fluid intermittently without even realizing that two lines of tears were crept down his face and dribbled soundlessly into the fabric beneath him.
Draco clenched tightly at Harry after his orgasm, and Harry gritted his teeth and pushed in until a hazy white light appeared before him; he gave a few final strokes and then shot all the way inside Draco. He lay on top of Draco, calming his breathing, and then slowly backed out; his cock pulled out with the inevitable white fluid, smearing around the still slightly open hole.
By this time Potter was also on the verge of release, and he pulled Draco's head towards him with a little pressure, and after a few final strokes gasped and shot into Draco's mouth. Draco still seemed to be stuck in the overwhelming pleasure, and his eyes fluttered slightly as he instinctively swallowed all the semen, only opening his eyes blankly after Potter withdrew, and raising his hand to wipe away the white fluid that had splashed onto his face.
When it was all over, Draco belatedly found that his legs were so weak that he could barely get to his knees, and he was about to fall over to the side when Harry grabbed him quickly to prevent him from falling straight down. Draco lifted his arm over his face, his eyes coming back into focus only after a long time, and when he looked up again, Potter was no longer there.
He could feel the searing heat inside him finally subside, replaced by a calming coolness that flowed slowly through his bloodstream like a brook. For a long time Draco did not speak, just lay quietly beside Harry, feeling the afterglow of the moment.
It was Harry who eventually broke the silence. He ruffled a few locks of hair from Draco's forehead, looked at him with bright eyes, and asked with concern, "Draco, are you okay?"
Draco didn't even have the strength to speak; he just closed his eyes and nodded slightly at him. Between half-asleep and half-awake, all he could remember was Harry carefully holding his breath, and dropping a cool kiss on his forehead.