Operation: Seduce Potter

Disclaimer ~ I do not own the characters or the world, though I WOULD like to stalk Harry/Draco *halo*

Day Three

The second day passed in all but a blur. Draco spent most of it refining Operation: Seduce Potter, calculating steps based on his being out Slytherined by Harry. Harry spent most of it attempting to plot ways of avoiding Draco; which basically meant that Harry spent most of his time fantasising about a certain Slytherin male, and subsequently had to exile himself to places where he could take care of the problem that popped up whenever he thought of said male.

On the third day, Harry decided that he wasn’t going to let Draco ruin – If wanking more times in one day then he’d ever had previously could be called ‘ruining’ – his holiday and took himself into the living room with a good book, situating himself in his favourite chair. He’d been reading for nearly an hour when he heard a loud groan. Harry jumped up and rushed to Draco’s room, wand drawn. All he could think was Oh God Voldemort’s found us! Ohgodohgodohgod!

He burst the door open and looked around. The groans were louder and coming from Draco’s bathroom. Harry proceeded cautiously. Best not to let the Death Eaters know that the Boy-Who-Refused-To-Die was in the next room. His hand faltered on the door handle and he chastised himself.

You’ve faced Death Eaters before, Potter. Now get to it!

Harry opened the door and entered.

Harry gasped, his mouth open wide.

Draco was in the shower; Draco was naked; Draco was wet; Draco was bloody sexy.

And on top of that, Draco was fisting his hard cock hard and fast.

Draco looked up at Harry, his eyes shocked. “Potter!” He said as he came violently.

Harry fled.

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Draco stood in the shower, the water sluicing off his naked body, his skin glistening, gasping for breath. He shook himself and turned the water off, grabbing a towel.

When he was dressed, he paused for a minute. That wasn’t what he had expected. Not at all. Harry had seen him wanking. Draco shivered as he remembered the look in Harry’s eyes. Just the thought sent waves of warmth spiralling down to his cock. There was nothing to it – he’d have to go yell at Harry for invading his privacy, though yelling at the raven haired boy would put him a few steps back in his plan.

He walked along the hallway, towards Harry’s room, thinking carefully about what he’d say to him. But when he got there, he was in for a surprise – Harry had left his door open. Draco peeked through, and what he saw put a stopper in any plans of yelling at the other boy.

Maybe this isn’t so bad, he thought, making swift adjustments to his plan.

Harry was lying on his bed, his trousers and boxers around his ankles as he stroked himself. His eyes were shut and his face showed that he was in pure bliss.

“Oh my,” Draco whispered, his trousers feeling tight. Harry bucked up into his hand and a low moan escaped his lips. Draco rubbed his rapidly hardening cock through the thin material of his slacks, enjoying the scene before him. He stood there for a few minutes before deciding that he could take no more of this exquisite torture.

He inched himself into the room, moving to sit on the bed.

Harry looked up as he felt the bed indent; staring at lust filled grey eyes. He attempted to form words, but the ability had long abandoned him. Draco smiled at him, reaching out to grab his cock, removing Harry’s hand. He stroked up its length, once, twice, eliciting a pleasured shout from Harry. Draco held it tighter, swiping his thumb over the tip, using the precum as lubricant. Harry moaned, closing his eyes as he bucked into Draco’s hand.

“Open your eyes. Look at me,” Draco commanded and Harry felt compelled to do as he said. He locked gaze with Draco as the boy stroked and rubbed his cock teasingly slow. Harry gasped, arching towards Draco.

“Please,” he whimpered, trying to thrust himself into that so good hand. Draco raised an eyebrow.

“Please, what, Harry?” He asked, his voice a breathy whisper.

“Harder, more, faster, please!” Harry groaned. Draco leaned over and kissed him, slowly at first, but it soon heated up and Harry wrapped his arms around the other boy, clinging onto Draco as he sped up his pace on his cock, stroking harder and faster.

Harry’s breath was coming in quick pants now. He was babbling, he didn’t know what he was saying – he didn’t care; Draco’s hand felt so good. Harry couldn’t believe that it was Draco Malfoy who was wanking him off with such exquisite torment. That thought pushed him over the edge and Harry came with a shout of Draco’s name.

When he could see clear enough, Harry looked at Draco and blushed scarlet as Draco held up his come-covered hand and swiped a finger across Harry’s lips.

“Clean.” The single word made Harry shiver as he sucked Draco’s finger into his mouth, tonguing the tip, bobbing up and down on it, sliding his tongue along the underside. He repeated this process on each of Draco’s fingers, even if one didn’t have any come on, his eyes never leaving lust filled storm grey ones. When Harry finished, Draco groaned and shifted.

“Oh gods,” he whimpered, shifting again. Harry’s gaze was drawn to the obvious bulge in Draco’s pants. He reached out a tentative hand and ghosted a caress across it, not meeting Draco’s eyes. Draco groaned and tilted Harry’s head so he could see his face.

“Harry…” he moaned, reassuring the younger boy, who caressed again, this time adding more pressure. Draco moaned appreciatively, holding his hips steady as Harry increased the pressure.

“Mmm Harry, do what you did to my fingers,” Draco said, amused by the blush that crept up Harry’s cheeks. But the other boy made quick work of his trousers and boxers.

Harry pressed his lips to the tip of Draco’s cock, almost timidly, but Draco’s answering groan emboldened him, giving him the courage to take the thick, hard shaft into his mouth.

“Oh gods, Harry!” Draco shouted, thrusting forwards. Harry relaxed his throat and Draco’s cock slid down his throat until Harry was fully deepthroating him. Draco’s hands wound into Harry’s hair with a death-grip like hold; his head was thrown back, mouth parted, breath coming in harsh gasps.

Harry moaned around his cock; seeing Draco like this, in the throes of passion, was like something out of his fantasies and he wished to prolong the moment. He pulled back slightly and ran his tongue over the tip, swirling it around the precum, tasting Draco. Gods he tasted so good. Harry moaned again and looked at Draco’s face, meeting his eyes once again. Draco looked down at him, and Harry continued to tease him before sliding up and down the cock, his tongue dancing over the shaft wherever it could, caressing it as Draco’s hand had caressed him, causing Draco to moan, groan pant; Harry loved every sound the older boy was making and teased every single part of his cock, prolonging the sweet, sweet sounds he was making.

Draco’s hands tensed in Harry’s hair, giving him a split second to decide what to do, and then he came. Harry drank every drop of come, only releasing him when Draco moaned.

“Where did you learn that?” Draco asked when he could form coherent words. Harry blushed and looked away, but Draco wouldn’t let him, kissing him firmly, harshly and, to Harry’s amazement, lovingly. “Don’t be shy, love. You’re mine now, and I’m not going to let you go.” He pulled the raven haired boy up into his arms, spooning him gently as they drifted to sleep.

“Mmm, yours,” Harry replied sleepily and Draco kissed the back of his head.