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"Draco." The familiar, charming voice woke the blond from his thoughts in the small waiting room, and his eyes went straight to the greenish gaze in front of the office door.
"Hi, Harry," Draco replied shyly as he slowly approached the doctor, his legs feeling weak and his underwear completely wet. "Sorry for the last-minute appointment and for taking you out of your lunch break, but I had a problem," Malfoy explained to his most trusted doctor, and one might say friend, and Potter smiled.
"Don't worry, I had the afternoon off, as you can see, and I wasn't even that hungry." The dark-haired man pointed to the empty room with a gentle smile and subtly grabbed the blond's shoulder to guide him inside. "You can explain it to me calmly, and we'll do your tests," he said as he closed the door behind them, and Malfoy walked to his usual chair.
Draco bit his cheek anxiously, his fingers tightening on his thighs, and blinked slowly, trying to forget the warm sensation in his pussy.
"Um... well, I put on some vaginal moisturizer," the blond began uncertainly, making Harry pay attention with his understanding look as he sat opposite, and Draco took a deep breath. "My friend recommended it to me, and well, I think I must be allergic to something, because it's burning everything, and I didn't know what to do." He finished his story, hiding some parts as best he could, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, receiving a nod from the brunette, who took a deep breath as he searched for his gloves and fiddled with his computer.
"These products are quite harsh, especially for skin as sensitive as yours. But we'll figure it out, and everything will be fine," Harry commented as he opened Draco's file and quickly typed his complaint under the blond's watchful eye. "You can get dressed, and I believe you already know how to lie down, right?" "I'm sorry," he said softly, his tone more friendly. He stood up calmly until he reached the closet that held the blue gowns and handed one to the blond, who followed him at a still-slow pace. Harry noticed.
"Yes! I'll be right back." Draco replied, practically crumpling the gown in his hands. He felt a sharp pang in his groin when Harry stared at him intently. His panties got a little wet, making him take a deep breath and make his way to the small bathroom.
It wasn't long before the blond returned without a single item of clothing other than the light blue gown. Harry was already sitting in his chair in front of the examination table, intently fiddling with the equipment. Malfoy cleared his throat, earning a gentle smile from Potter, who looked at him calmly.
"I noticed you're walking slower. Does it have something to do with the moisturizer?" Potter asked curiously as soon as he laid eyes on Draco, who lay down on the examination table, breathing deeply.
He hadn't told him exactly what he'd done with that bottle of moisturizer, and now his nervousness made him tremble a little as he propped his heels on the supports and opened himself completely to Harry, who was still putting on his gloves without looking at him directly.
"Hmm... yes... good," the blond replied uncertainly, pressing his fingers against his stomach. The cold wind was now hitting his wet, sensitive areas, making him tense a little, and he twitched in the empty air. "It's really very sensitive, and walking is becoming difficult," Draco replied without taking his eyes off the raven hair, and Harry nodded, a little more concerned, as it must be bothering him more than he'd said on the phone.
"I'll check it first, and if it's too sensitive to the touch, I'll use the numbing cream, okay?" he said, finally turning to face the blond, returning the meaningful look, and Draco nodded quickly.
The blond's stomach fluttered as Potter's hand tightened and he adjusted his legs, his knees falling to the sides, and his pussy opened like a blossoming flower.
The table had always been a bit uncomfortable for him. His legs were always spread wide, his feet strapped to the support to give Harry the best view of his pussy.
Draco was completely unlike anything Potter had ever seen, and it would be a lie to say the doctor hadn't thought about it more often than he should have. He really shouldn't have thought about it, but it was impossible. Malfoy was hairless, his labia plumper and softer to the touch. His skin tone was always redder than usual, and his pink clitoris formed a perfect little mound that followed the line to his ever-so-healthy hole.
Harry never forgot the first time he had the pleasure of seeing Draco open for him, and he had never felt so guilty for wanting a patient of his.
"Would you prefer I put the divider between us? Or should I just put the fabric over your knees?" Potter asked as he prepared the divider. He knew Malfoy was often a little shy for that kind of consultation.
"Just a towel over your knees," he answered firmly, making Harry nod, a little surprised, but he obeyed the blond's request and began preparing it.
Now, Potter couldn't see much of Draco's face unless he leaned up or to the side. His knees spread apart caused the towel to create a tent between his legs, and Harry reached over, grabbing the tube of lube while listening to the blond's heavy breathing, which stopped as soon as Potter began to lift the fabric.
As soon as Harry laid eyes on Malfoy, his throat went dry, his hands tightening the thin fabric as he bent it at the knees, allowing it to slide a little lower into the small "hut," and his cock throbbed, needing to take deep, slow breaths.
Draco was a perfect, delicious mess. His lips were relaxed and open as he slowly leaked from his hole. His skin was incredibly red, his clit swollen, and his folds visibly throbbed, trying to hold nothing back.
Harry didn't need to touch him to know how hot he was, to imagine the sensation Draco felt as his pussy burned and dripped, wanting more of that feeling. He thought Malfoy was in pain every time he walked, that he was truly suffering from what was happening between his legs, but the sight he gained told him exactly the opposite.
The silence between them was excruciating for the first few minutes of Harry staring at him, completely exposed, and Draco's cheeks burned with embarrassment, afraid of having to tell him exactly how he'd gotten to that state.
"Draco…" Harry sounded more like a sigh than an actual call to the patient. His eyes were still fixed on her sensitive pussy, and he slowly brought his fingers closer, covering it perfectly, their tips brushing against her clit.
Draco clamped his lips tightly between his teeth as he clenched his toes, feeling her super-sensitive clit being caressed, and his body tensed with pleasure and aversion.
"I know I should tell you everything, but…" Draco began speaking softly, his fingers still covering her pussy almost protectively as her skin heated even more, and Harry remained silent. "I was really in the mood, and I ran out of lube, and well… I actually used lotion instead, and it's burning," Draco said, embarrassed, feeling like a bitch for not being able to and not wanting to wait to buy another tube.
Harry just sighed at the image of Draco masturbating so needily that he couldn't wait even a minute. He was really hot. He could feel the red flesh warming him through the glove. The lips were completely abused, their oil dripping so slowly as the hole winked and leaked a little more each time.
Draco was still clearly aroused, and Harry ate him with his eyes, feeling all reason drain from his mind as his fingers slid carelessly between the loose lips. The pussy quivered at the touch, and Potter could hear a small moan behind the sheet as his index finger brushed against the hole opening for him, explicitly inviting him in, but he paused for a moment; he couldn't.
"I'll take care of it for you," Harry assured him in the most husky and serious tone possible, even though his cock was rock hard, and then pulled Draco's fingers away, who exhaled sharply in a sigh of relief.
"Thank you, Harry. That's so…"
Hot, Potter thought, but his lips remained closed as he searched for the numbing ointment and cold lube.
"Embarrassing." "Draco," Draco finished between sighs, leaning in slightly to see what Harry was doing, and the doctor shifted his intense green eyes to his light gray ones. Malfoy swallowed hard; he'd always loved the intensity of his doctor's gaze.
"Embarrassing," Draco finished between sighs, leaning in slightly to see what Harry was doing, and the doctor shifted his intense green eyes to his light gray ones. Malfoy swallowed hard; he'd always loved the intensity of his doctor's gaze.
"It doesn't have to be. You're an adult, you have your own wants and needs, and you can do whatever you want with them if they make you feel good," Harry said calmly, trying to ignore the tightness of his pants around his cock. He smiled gently at the blond as he poured a reasonable amount of cold lube over his sensitive lips, and Malfoy let out a loud, surprised gasp. Harry laughed awkwardly. "Sorry, I forgot to tell you I was going to put the lube on. Since it's so hot, this will soothe the skin a bit so I can apply the ointment," Harry explained as he began to spread the cold lube around his lips first.
Draco nodded in complete silence as his pussy felt a little cooler, but even more sensitive with his fingers spreading all the sticky liquid across his skin.
If Malfoy had already felt wet and aroused before, now he seemed even more so, completely slippery. His pussy throbbed healthier and less burning, begging for attention. His firm, thick fingers slid everywhere, especially along the reddest folds around her clit, always getting close enough to the mound of flesh that made it leak more, but never touching it directly.
Harry tried to be as professional as possible as he spread the cool content wherever he seemed to need it most. But it was hard to focus on his work when Draco moaned and murmured softly whenever his fingers approached her hole, or when they made their way to her ruined clit, always stopping only inches away. He could feel the small spot throb without even touching it.
"Is it better now?" Harry cleared his throat and asked worriedly as he pulled his fingers away, and Draco was forced to come out of the dense cloud of pleasure building once more.
"Yes. Much better." He smirked gratefully, earning a charming smile from Harry, which made him throb again and shift his heels a little in agitation. "At first, it felt really good, and I didn't realize it would hurt so much." But when I stopped to breathe for a minute... it was a little weird and too hot." Draco tried to fill the uncomfortable silence by explaining himself. In that position, he felt like he owed it to the man, but as soon as he realized what he'd said, he regretted it.
Harry held his cock over his clothes as Draco talked about his morning experience. He didn't want another image of Malfoy touching himself and moaning, any more than he already had, hearing his patient moan, completely sensitive.
"We never think much about it at the time, and we're always too busy to notice what's happening," Harry commented after a few seconds of heavy breathing and released his cock, turning back to the ointment while Draco chuckled softly.
"Definitely. It's always too good to be true, and when we realize it, we're doing way more than we should," he replied, now more relaxed, forgetting a little about his completely open and attention-starved pussy.
Harry nodded mentally, forgetting how to speak as he poured a generous amount of ointment onto his middle and index fingers. Now he needed to enter Draco and spread it all quickly and professionally. But it was impossible not to feel aroused and inclined to change his mind when Malfoy described things that shouldn't be said and when his pussy winked and clenched tightly around his own shaft, wanting more.
Potter imagined what that would feel like on his cock. It would be a thousand times better than on his fingers, definitely.
"Draco, now I'm going to need you to relax as much as possible because I'm going to need to enter." Harry tried to sound as neutral as possible as he looked into the blond's eyes, who bit his lip apprehensively and twitched even more before Potter approached. "I'll try to be quick, and soon you'll be relieved of this sensation," Harry finished, trying to make him more comfortable, and the blond exhaled sharply.
"I'll try..." Draco smiled slightly and tried to loosen his shoulders, his arms crossed over his stomach, and subtly moved his hips upward, making his pussy rise and fall before Harry's eyes, which closed for a few seconds to concentrate. "I think it's good now," Draco said with his eyes closed, feeling his entire body relax as much as possible, remembering the sensation of his recent orgasm.
As soon as Potter opened his eyes, he could see exactly what Draco meant. He was completely open and relaxed. His hole showed a hint of sensitive inner flesh, the perfect little hole for his fingers to fuck. He had done this so many times with the blond, but it had never felt so different and so hot as it did now.
The cool lubricant dripped onto his skin, slick with his own oil, mixing with Harry's. The folds seemed shinier and more open as he approached, and his two fingers fit perfectly into the hole adjusted to him.
And of all the things he couldn't do, Harry let out a small moan at the heat of Draco's embrace and grip.
As soon as his fingers were fully in, Draco contracted his sensitive entrance, sucking his fingers deeper. Harry cleared his throat weakly, trying to hide his moan, and began moving his fingers back and forth, spreading the ointment across the full, sticky walls.
Every time his fingers pulled out, he had more oil and less ointment on his gloves. Draco began to leak more with the limited contact he was having, and his silence was interrupted by deep sighs as his pussy throbbed against his fingers, pushing him out and gripping him even tighter.
By this point, Harry had already smeared the ointment into every nook and cranny he could find in his completely red channel. But he continued the slow rhythm of his fingers thrusting in and out, always squeezing Draco a little deeper.
Potter watched as her pussy took him completely, as his fingers continued deeper until his knuckles brushed against her plump lips and Draco tried to move his hips up and down, begging for more.
"Ha-Harry... I think it's working..." Draco tried to say between low, shy moans, moving his pussy slightly toward the fingers that were ready to pull out of him, but soon fucked him again with the blonde's encouragement. "I-I don't feel the burning anymore, and wow..."
His voice trailed off mid-sentence as he let out a muffled sigh as he covered his mouth with his hand and felt the two fingers press against his sensitive spot, giving him an internal itch.
"Does this feel good to you? Really good?" Harry asked suggestively, continuing to massage the spot that had made him sigh, and the blonde nodded a few times.
"Y-Yes... but I can barely feel anything except my skin getting slicker... your fingers... they're too little now," he commented in frustration, feeling the gentle pressure on his sensitive spot. Harry bit his lip, feeling his cock wet his pants. With his free hand, he unzipped his belt and zipper.
"Can you feel that?" he asked softly as he pulled out his cock and rubbed his thumb over her sensitive clit, still pushing his fingers in a little deeper. Draco let out a raspy moan as her toes curled and her pussy began to leak heavily.
Harry had barely stimulated and massaged her slippery clit, and Draco's cum was dripping between his fingers, moving faster, pressing against the sensitive spot, trying to prolong his orgasm.
Draco rolled his eyes, clumsily moving his hips because his feet were trapped in the equipment, and her pussy convulsed, squeezing tightly against his fingers even though she couldn't feel them fully.
"Aaah… my God… that's…" Draco whimpered, feeling suffocated with pleasure. His hands wandered to the side of the bed and he gripped the thin comforter, gripping it tighter to make himself sit upright.
However, before he could actually sit up, his wrists gave out, causing him to slide his hips down a little further, and his pussy swallowed Harry's fingers until they slammed into him hard, hearing the obscene noise her pussy made as she was fucked by her doctor.
Potter continued to work his fingers relentlessly, increasing the pace. His thumb still pressed against her swollen clit, and his fingers delved deeper into her relaxed, open pussy.
Draco couldn't exactly feel his fingers, but the incredibly hot pressure of his pussy gripping everything it could made him want more. He tried to look down to see what was happening, how his pussy felt now after all that. But the towel made it difficult to see anything Potter was doing.
"Harry, take off the towel, please…" the blond begged between weak moans, making the brunette let go of his own cock for a few seconds and let out a long sigh.
"Just a minute, I'll pull out," Harry said, a little breathless, still feeling his cock throb and dripping precum through his pants. He stood up slowly, removing his fingers.
Draco looked at him tiredly, his breathing ragged and sweaty. Despite his sensitive appearance, he didn't show any signs of feeling anything when Potter withdrew his fingers and began to pull off the towel, but his hole contracted sharply, feeling empty. He needed more so badly.
Neither of them seemed ashamed of what they were doing anymore. Of what Harry had deliberately started. After all, Malfoy was right. No one really thought about what they were doing until they realized what they'd already done.
The green eyes didn't leave the gray ones for a moment as the towel was thrown to the floor and Harry began rolling up the nightgown to his waist.
He didn't want to let go of the blond's feet, and he wouldn't do it unless he asked. Having that open pussy receiving him as his complete feast was all he wanted, and he would indulge it as much as possible and allowed.
Draco now looked down his body. Harry adjusted the chair's position better, raising him a little higher as he stood between those full thighs, and Malfoy propped himself up on his elbows, leaning forward a little more.
He was ruined. A puddle of oil formed just below his pussy, smearing part of his ass. His lips were even more swollen and redder than before. Her clit was a swollen, intensely red flesh protruding between her folds, and perhaps what caught his attention most was Harry's cock, completely hard and protruding, reaching for his groin.
His doctor was large, the plump, precum-filled head glistening, begging for a hole to penetrate. He'd never imagined anything like this for Potter; in fact, he'd never imagined Harry in that scenario. But now that he saw it, he moaned softly, wetting his lips with his tongue, and shifted his attention to the brunette's flushed face.
"I seem more sensitive than before, don't you think?" Draco asked teasingly, falsely innocent, and Harry's cock jerked higher, bumping against the blonde's inner thigh, who bit his lip. "It's so wet, but I can't tell if it's warm. I could barely feel your fingers, but it felt good when you pushed harder... you fucked me so hard with your fingers." Draco continued teasing. Her pussy blinked more often and pulsed needily as it grew wetter, making Harry look down at her horny cunt.
"I can try one more thing to see if you feel it," Harry offered, moving a little closer until his cock was resting against her open pussy, sliding his length between her folds, gripping it with his wetness. Draco moaned softly, lifting her pussy to press harder against her clit. "You seem to like it when I do that." Potter teased, holding the tip of his cock against her clit and rubbing it fast and hard, eliciting a tearful moan from the blonde.
"Hmm... yes... aah..." he moaned, nodding, and lay back down, relaxing his arms above his head, holding onto the extra padding above him. Harry stopped his movements, pressing his hard cock all the way through her folds until the large head fit into her abused hole.
"Do you like it that way?" He thrust his entire cock in at once, slamming his hips against the blonde's. The blonde's legs buckled, reflexively trying to close as she felt her pussy stretch to receive the thick shaft.
He felt enough when the head slammed hard near her cervix, and his cock pressed against her g-spot, making her moan loudly and choked.
His doctor's cock slid in and out again and again. His movements were slow but firm, always forcing himself harder and harder when he encountered resistance deep inside that wet pussy, taking him in ever more easily.
Draco would have been too tight to handle it all if it weren't for everything Harry had done beforehand. The ointment, the fingers spreading her open a little, the lubricant, the pussy already abused before he even arrived at the office—everything seemed to have been prepared just for Harry to fuck himself into that delicious hole.
Harry's movements intensified rapidly as the doctor watched his cock slamming against her wet pussy, his senses twitching as he reached its base, trying to drag her clit there as he arched his hips, grinding back and forth.
"Harry... fuck... I-I need to close... I need... aaah stop..." he begged, confused, feeling his pussy tremble and grip Harry's cock halfway as the brunette forced himself harder inside, and Malfoy squirted, trying to close his knees.
Her pussy gushed hard, slicking his pants, his groin, and his thighs as he expelled Harry's cock, cumming right into her hole.
Potter moaned hoarsely and slurredly, masturbating the base of his cock, still cumming on her red lips, watching splashes fall across her soft white skin, until he turned his head to her open hole, seeing a trickle of it dripping into her pussy, convulsing from top to bottom.
Before Draco could breathe, he could hold his legs steady, feeling his orgasm wash over him. Harry gripped her thighs tightly and thrust once more, pumping all his cum into her tired pussy.
Malfoy cried out in pleasure, pulling her legs open against his chest, but he couldn't flinch as he remained trapped, his firm hands kneading him.
Harry remained still, deep inside her cum-filled, swollen pussy, holding Draco a little weaker, feeling his body stop trembling and try to close.
The blond moaned softly, his eyes filled with tears, and a weary smile appeared on his lips. He was finally truly relaxed, his pussy no longer squeezing his large cock, allowing Harry to slip out easily, and soon all his cum flowed from the widened hole.
It was the most perfect sight Harry had ever seen. Her clit was drenched in drops of cum dripping between her folds, her hips barely exposed by her nightgown had trails of cum dripping down to her groin, and her pussy pulsed slowly, expelling more of the viscous, white liquid, completely smearing the comforter.
Neither of them seemed at a loss for words to explain what had just happened. Their breathing was still heavy, Harry's cock slowly falling out, softer than before, and soiling his pants even more, while Draco brought his hands close to her pussy, cupping it with his protective fingers, and rolled his eyes back, extremely goosebumps.
"It's so fucking hot, fuck…" he gasped, pulling away his fingers, now covered in cum and his own oil.
They both looked at the liquid dripping between Draco's fingers with arousal, and Malfoy let out an appreciative "hmm," wanting to take his fingers to his mouth, but stopped halfway, finally coming to.
"I think we're screwed," Draco said apprehensively, returning his gaze to her pussy, still with a string of cum stuck to its hole.
It took Harry half a second to understand what the blond meant when he looked into his eyes and then back to his groin, but soon his eyes were as wide as Draco's, who lay back down exhausted, staring at the ceiling.
His doctor helped him clean up and get out of the examination chair, which had been too much for half a day's work.
Draco took every pregnancy test possible to make sure he hadn't gotten pregnant. And sure enough, he got away with it that time, but after Harry asked him out and they repeated the same thing until they started dating, Draco finally arrived at his friend and boyfriend's house one day with baby shoes.