Changing Minds in Hard Times

Harry sat on his rose petal covered bed, waiting for Draco to come out of the bathroom. The blond man had been in there for over an hour now, and Harry was finding it hard to wait. He wanted to enjoy this evening, but he knew it was overshadowed by the prophecy, and that made it hard for him to think about relaxing and enjoying himself.



Whenever he thought about the prophecy, all he could think of was cold, unfeeling fucking. Not the loving, gentle, romantic lovemaking he had dreamed of at night. He didn’t want to use Draco like the death eaters had. He wanted to show Draco he did love him.



But Draco really was taking too long in the bathroom, and Harry was simply itching to do something besides sit and passively wait for the blond to come to him. So he stood, walked to the bathroom door, and placed an ear and his left hand against it. He could hear soft humming coming from the other side. He placed his other hand on the door handle and slowly turned it, opening the door and slipping inside. He shut the door silently, and turned to watch the sexy blond, who was still unaware that Harry was in the same room and watching him.



Harry’s eyes were glued to Draco’s ass. He couldn’t help himself. The blonds’ back was turned to him, bent slightly as Draco lathered his left leg with soap. Harry let out a small whimper of need, and let his hand brush over his growing erection, which was still encased in his pants and underwear. Fortunately he had already taken off his shirt. He slipped his hand into the top of his jeans, slid past the underwear, and wrapped his fist around his own thick shaft. He groaned louder, but luckily the shower and Draco’s humming drowned out the sound.



After a minute of watching Draco wash himself, while fisting his rock hard cock roughly, Harry risked unzipping his pants and pulling them and his underwear down to expose his member. He closed his eyes and leaned against the door, imagining Draco kneeling before him, taking his cock into his mouth, sucking gently.



He continued his steady stroking, though he was now lost in his own world.



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Little did Harry know that Draco had chosen the moment the brunette man had closed his eyes to turn around. His eyes took in the view of Harry’s stiff member, and smiled as he watched Harry getting lost in his imagination. This left Draco the perfect opportunity.



Silently he made his way out of the shower, leaving it running and dropping to his knees onto the soft bath rug that was placed before the sink, but was close enough to the door to serve Draco’s needs. The last thing he needed was to develop knee problems.



He looked up at Harry’s face, making sure his eyes were still closed, before leaning forward and breathing hotly across Harry’s erect cock. Harry shivered, moaned, and slowed his stroking, though it seemed like he was still deep in his fantasy, because his eyes never opened. Draco smiled. He stuck his tongue out and licked the smooth red head of the cock before him, before running his tongue down to the underside of the shaft and licking at the vein under the head of the cock.



Harry made an odd noise, half groan and half sigh, and gave himself one last stroke before he let his fantasy take over. He didn’t dare open his eyes. What if the phantom touches ended forever?



Draco’s soft, wet mouth claimed Harry’s cock. Harry sagged against the door. He was getting to the point where he was sure to blow his load any moment, and he was about to take a risk.



He reached his hands out, and let out a satisfied groan when his hands met with soft, long hair on a solid, real head. Draco’s eyes darted up from Harry’s cock, to meet with Harry’s eyes, as they opened for the first time to this new situation. Draco would have smiled, but instead, he increased the suction and continued to tongue the vein again, keeping his incredible grey-blue eyes locked on Harry’s bright emerald ones.



Harry couldn’t stop himself. He ran his hands further down the sides of Draco’s head, and grasped the hair lower, near the blonds’ ears. With that done, he gritted his teeth and came with a tense shout, watching as his Draco drank in the load of cum.



Draco finished sucking Harry clean, and then stood, smoothing his hair where Harry had been gripping it. “Well, you seemed to enjoy that.” He said.



Harry grinned.



“Yes.”



And then he pulled Draco into a desperate kiss.