If I owned Harry Potter, Bernie Sanders would be President due to my financial backing, but alas, I do not. I would also like to point out that this story has been pretty mild so far in regards to sexual content. For those who need a warning: buckle up buttercup.

Harry was a mess of nerves. He franticly threw clothing out of his trunk piece by piece looking for something, anything to wear. Just what was one supposed to wear exactly to an illicit tryst with a Slytherin on the astronomy tower? Harry had no idea whatsoever. Everything he owned was either too formal, i.e. dress robes, or too casual, ratty trainers and jeans. He was still only dressed in his underwear, even though he finished his shower ages ago. He finally decided on some dark denims that were slightly less worn than the others and found a shirt Mrs. Weasley had given him for his last birthday that was rather odd, but better than anything else he had tried on. It was a paisley button down shirt made of some silky material that looked as if it were straight out of the 70's. He tried it on in desperation and found that the deep blues and greens of the pattern brought out his eyes and that the shirt looked far less ridiculous than he thought it would. After throwing his clothes haphazardly back into his trunk, he attempted to flatten his hair in the mirror, took several deep breaths, and headed out to meet Blaise.

As he climbed the stairs to the astronomy tower, Harry felt exceedingly anxious, but pushed himself up the final steps with the memory of the brief kiss that they had shared the day before. Blaise was waiting for him. Laid out like a feast, he was sprawled out on a blanket on the stone floor with a glass of port in his hand. He was clothed in an airy cream-colored shirt that was halfway unbuttoned and tucked into tight black leggings. The ensemble was completed with black leather boots on his feet that laced all the way up to his knees. Harry thought he looked a bit like a buccaneer and his mouth watered at the amount of chest that was on display. He wanted to lick every inch of this man already. Blaise took a leisurely sip of his port as Harry stood there gawking at him and said,

"I am exceedingly glad you decided to come tonight Potter."

Harry inelegantly stumbled forward and sat cross-legged on the blanket saying,

"So am I, but I think I may need a glass of that as well."

Blaise nodded knowingly as he conjured him a glass and courteously poured him a healthy measure of the crimson liquid. As Blaise passed it to him, he stroked his fingers along Harry's wrist. He gasped a little at the unexpected contact and gulped at the wine, a bit proud of himself for not spilling it on his shirt. He had a hard time focusing on much of anything when Blaise was near him. Blaise began to speak then, his loquacious words reverberating around the small tower room and out into the night.

"Potter, I've noticed you observing me recently and I thought we should come up here and have a little conversation, if you will, about our respective needs."

Blaise smiled slightly as he spoke and jutted his hips up a bit, emphasizing how little there was left to the imagination through his skin-tight pants. Harry swallowed thickly and tried to keep his eyes away from Blaise's groin.

"I personally can get off in a variety of ways as I have numerous options, but you intrigue me Potter. I want to know what gets you hard and what makes you come."

Blaise trailed one finger up and down his exposed chest as he spoke. Harry couldn't make himself look away. He realized with a jolt of anger and arousal that Blaise was still teasing him, pushing him to see how much he could take. He felt all of the sexual tension that had building up in him for weeks snap in an instant. Without warning, he lunged at Blaise, straddling him and pinning his wrists above his head and then ravaging his mouth with a growl. It was bliss. Harry kissed and nipped at Blaise's lips; he tasted even better than he remembered from the day before, a fruity tang lingering from the port and a musky flavor that was uniquely Blaise. As Harry moved down to suckle on the tender skin of his neck, he cast a wandless incarcerous to keep Blaise's hands in place. Blaise was now heavily panting, his eyes glazed as he watched Harry rip open the last few buttons of his shirt. Harry gazed down in awe at Blaise's exposed chest. It was quite literally mouth watering, perfectly smooth, the color of espresso, and awaiting his attention. He lowered his mouth to one of the delectable, dark nipples before him and grazed his teeth over the pert nub. Blaise groaned and bucked his hips up and into Harry. Their erect cocks brushed for the first time and Harry swore he had never felt magic until this exact moment. He began to slowly rut against Blaise and then dipped his head lower to lick patterns over his taught, tawny abs. As Blaise raised his hips eagerly seeking more friction, Harry became desperate to taste more of his flesh, all of his flesh. He swiftly pulled his leggings down; there was simply not enough time to unlace the boots. Harry looked up Blaise's body and gasped. Blaise wasn't wearing any underwear and his swollen prick looked practically edible. His dark penis was thick, curved slightly upward, and just about the most gorgeous cock Harry had ever seen. He couldn't decide whether he wanted to swallow it whole or take his time to enjoy the feast laid out before him slowly. "Por que no las dos", he thought to himself with a smirk and began to run his tongue along the ridge on the underside of head, then swept up to taste the pre-come beaded on the tip. Blaise wriggled under him, and Harry reached up to pin Blaise's hips down with his forearm and began to suck gently on the glans. This action provoked some interesting little moans from Blaise that Harry thoroughly enjoyed before taking more penis into his mouth. Blaise whined and tried to buck his hips up, but Harry still had his hips pinned to the ground with one arm.

"Nuh uh" Harry growled, "This is payback for the past few weeks. For every touch, every look, every goddamned button you undid."

He punctuated each statement with a suckle or a lick to the cock laid out before him. He was mesmerized by the way it looked swollen and erect, twitching for more contact.

Blaise groaned, "Harry please. I'm sorry."

Harry needed no further encouragement. He made direct eye contact with Blaise as he slid his mouth slowly down his prick until it was fully sheathed in the hot, wet confines of his throat. He swallowed around the head, eliciting a groan, and began to work his mouth up and down the shaft in a rhythm as old as humanity itself. He released his hold on Blaise's hips a bit allowing him to thrust in tandem with Harry's movements. Harry was overcome with the urge to watch Blaise come so he removed his mouth and began to quickly pump his fist over Blaise's cock, still slick with spit. Blaise let out a short yell and exploded all over his exposed stomach and chest. His eyes were scrunched closed, mouth open as the aftershocks of his orgasm continued, still coming in smaller and smaller spurts. When he was finished, Harry bent his head to lick the tip clean; Blaise shivered, over sensitized after coming. Semen on his skin tasted divine to Harry, bitter and musky with a slight tang. He couldn't resist licking all of the come off of the exposed flesh before him, working his way up from Blaise's hips, stomach, and finally his chest, as Blaise leisurely watched his progress. Only when Blaise was completely clean did Harry release the bonds on his wrists and free him, nervously awaiting his reaction to the impromptu oral.

To be continued…

This is my first attempt at a lemon so please leave me some reviews! Also I absolutely refuse to use the word 'member' when talking about a penis. If I ever do, please feel free to call me out.

Love y'all for reading my horny quarantine smut.