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THIS STORY CONTAINS: adult language; explicit sexual encounters between boys of similar ages
TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of incest
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This standalone story is NOT part of the continuity of my "Secret Scroll" saga. In fact, it was written before they were.
AFTERGLOW by CyberBowl
Draco rolled off of Harry with an audible "Oof!" His eyes were still crossed from the intense activities of the last hour.
"Merlin's balls! That was fucking BRILLIANT!"
Harry leaned over and rested his chin on Draco's chest. "Not bad," Harry said, in his best mock-nonchalant voice. He gave Draco's nipple a quick nip with his teeth.
"Better than that clumsy Weasley, I'll bet. How you ever shagged that oaf is beyond me!"
"Easy, Draco. Ron's my friend."
"That's beyond me, too."
Harry slid his hand under the sheets and gave Draco's balls a gentle squeeze. "Questioning my taste, lover?"
Draco ignored the squeeze, and the question. "I just don't get it. You'd think that copper-topped idiot would be a pro at it..."
"What do you mean?"
"You know, you can be so incredibly naïve at times, Harry. The Weasley boys have been shagging each other ever since there were two of them!"
"What? That's dragonshit, Draco."
"I'm serious. I heard it myself! From the twins."
Harry realized that Draco wasn't pulling his leg. He lifted up his head, staring Draco right in the eye. "When did you hear this?"
Draco stroked his chin as if pondering. "Well, I'm sure I got it right. George's thighs WERE covering my ears at the time, and Fred WAS fucking the hell out of me, but—"
Harry bolted up, incredulous. "You shagged the twins?"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Harry. EVERYBODY's shagged the twins. All but you, and perhaps Granger."
Harry felt a surge of jealousy rise up in him. Draco saw it happen. He reached out, took Harry by the sides of his face, and gently pulled Harry's head down to rest upon his chest once more. "Harry, I know Weasley was your first, and I, your second—and hopefully last. I'm sorry I was such a tart before we... settled our differences. Admit it, though. We're all entitled to a twin fantasy, now and again. It's just that I got to live it."
Harry was glum. "I suppose." Then, being the interminably curious creature he was, he asked, "What was it like?"
"It was exciting to be prodded at both ends by identical willies, I must say. The twins are very talented. They even kiss the same. I especially liked having them one in each hand, and having them come at the same time, all over my chest."
Harry licked Draco's nipple. "Here?" he teased.
Draco smiled. "Yes. And lower!"
Harry smiled back. He saw that the bedsheets were starting to levitate between Draco's legs. His own stiffening willy was filling Harry's head with all kinds of naughty thoughts. He pulled back the sheet, revealing both of their bodies to each other. "All this talk," he smirked. "Now," he added, looking down at their now-throbbing hardons, "what shall we do about these two lonely fellows?"
Draco grinned. "Perhaps we should introduce them to each other." He rolled back over onto Harry and pulled him into a tight embrace.
"Brilliant," Harry agreed. He smiled until Draco's lips met his.
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