"Okay."
The word was out before he could stop it.
Blaise's eyes darkened with something that looked like hunger. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. Just—I should tell you—" Harry swallowed hard. "I don't know if I'm into blokes. So I don't know if I can... return the favour."
"That's fine."
"It is?"
"Potter, I'm not doing this to trade. I'm doing it because I want to." Blaise closed the remaining distance between them, his fingers finding Harry's belt. "You can reciprocate if you feel like it. Or not. Either way, I'm going to enjoy myself."
Then he sank to his knees, and Harry's world tilted sideways.
The sight of Blaise Zabini—proud, aristocratic Blaise—on his knees in front of Harry was almost too much to process. His dark eyes looked up through long lashes, his hands steady and sure as they worked Harry's belt.
Harry's breath caught as Blaise unfastened the buckle with practiced ease, then his button, then his zipper. The rasp of the metal teeth parting seemed impossibly loud in the quiet room. Cool air hit his overheated skin as Blaise tugged his jeans and pants down together, freeing his cock.
It sprang free, hard and flushed and leaking. Harry had never felt more exposed in his life.
"Fuck," Blaise breathed, staring at it with undisguised appreciation. "Even better than I imagined."
"You imagined—?"
"Frequently." Blaise wrapped a hand around the base, and Harry's hips jerked involuntarily at the contact. His cock twitched in Blaise's grip, another bead of pre-come welling at the tip. "Shh. Let me take care of you."
Then his mouth descended, and Harry forgot how to think.
Hot. That was the first coherent thought that managed to form. Blaise's mouth was impossibly hot, wet and tight and perfect around him. Harry had to grab the edge of the desk behind him to keep from falling over, his knuckles going white with the force of his grip.
Good. That was the second thought, as Blaise began to move, his head bobbing, his tongue doing things that should be illegal. Harry had received blowjobs before—a fumbling attempt from Cho, a more confident one from Ginny—but this was different. Blaise knew what he was doing.
Blaise knew exactly what he was doing.
His tongue swirled around the head, dipping into the slit before sliding down the underside. He hollowed his cheeks, creating suction that made Harry's toes curl in his trainers. One hand worked the base in time with his mouth, while the other gripped Harry's hip, keeping him steady.
"Oh God," Harry gasped, his head falling back. "Blaise—"
Blaise hummed in response, and the vibration traveled straight through Harry's cock to his spine. Stars burst behind his eyelids. His hips wanted to thrust, to fuck into that perfect heat, but Blaise's hand on his hip kept him still.
He was already close—embarrassingly close, considering it had only been a minute—but he couldn't bring himself to care. Not when Blaise was sucking him as his life depended on it, taking him deeper with each bob of his head. Not when those dark eyes flickered up to meet his, watching his reactions, clearly enjoying every gasp and shudder.
"I'm going to—" Harry tried to warn him, tried to pull back, but Blaise just grabbed his arse with both hands and pulled him deeper, taking him all the way to the back of his throat.
That was it.
Harry came with a shout that echoed off the stone walls, spilling down Blaise's throat. The pleasure crashed through him in waves, whiting out his vision, leaving him shaking and gasping and clinging to the desk like it was the only solid thing in a spinning world.
Blaise swallowed every drop, his throat working around Harry's cock, continuing to suck gently until Harry whimpered from oversensitivity and tried to pull away.
Only then did he pull off with an obscene pop, licking his lips like he'd just finished a particularly satisfying meal.
"Delicious," he said.
Harry stared down at him, his mind completely blank.
"That was..."
"Good?"
"Amazing."
Blaise smirked, rising gracefully to his feet. His own erection was still visible, pressing against his trousers, but he made no move to address it.
"I should..." Harry gestured vaguely at Blaise's crotch. "Do you want me to...?"
"Only if you want to." Blaise's voice was gentle, at odds with his usual sharpness. "I meant what I said, Potter. No expectations."
"But you're still..."
"I'll take care of it later. This was about you." Blaise reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind Harry's ear with surprising tenderness. "Think about it. If you decide you want to try something—anything—you know where to find me. And if you'd rather forget this happened, that's fine too."
"I don't want to forget," Harry said quickly. Too quickly.
Blaise's smirk softened into something almost like a smile. "Good."
He stepped back, adjusting his robes to better conceal his arousal, and moved toward the door.
"Blaise, wait—"
The Slytherin paused, looking back over his shoulder.
"Thank you," Harry said. "For... all of it. The rescue and the... yeah."
"Anytime, Potter." Blaise's eyes glittered. "I mean that. Anytime."
Then he was gone, leaving Harry alone with his thoughts and his pants still around his ankles.
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Harry didn't sleep well that night.
Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Blaise—on his knees, looking up at Harry with those dark, hungry eyes. He felt Blaise's mouth, hot and skilled. Heard Blaise's voice: I've fantasised about having the Chosen One's cock in my mouth more times than I can count.
His cock stirred, and Harry groaned into his pillow.
I'm not gay, he told himself firmly. I like girls. I've always liked girls. This doesn't mean anything.
But then why couldn't he stop thinking about it?
He thought about Hermione too—her bare arse, the way she'd asked to see his. That had been arousing as well. Definitely. So he still liked girls.
But apparently, he also liked... whatever Blaise had done.
Maybe I'm both, he thought drowsily, somewhere around 3 AM. Maybe I like everyone.
The idea should have been more distressing than it was. Instead, it felt almost... freeing.
I'll think about it tomorrow, Harry decided, finally drifting off. I'll figure it out tomorrow.
But his dreams were full of dark eyes and clever mouths, and when he woke, the first thought in his head was:
I want to do that again.
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