Watching

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Watching

Draco was doing it again, even vowing that he wouldn’t. It had been an accident the first few times. He had been out of his room and roaming the grounds late at night, unable to sleep. He hadn’t realized it was a pattern for Harry at first, but soon figured it out. And Draco was doing it again. He sighed as he walked towards his destination, making sure the Concealment Charm was in place.

Making it to the Gryffindor Quidditch locker rooms, he could hear the faint sound of the shower running and could already feel himself growing hard. This was ridiculous and dangerous, Draco knew, but he just couldn’t seem to stop doing it. He kept promising himself ‘no more after this’ and always ended up breaking that promising and coming the next night. Biting his lip, he slowly opened the door and eased his way in. He walked slowly across the room towards the steaming shower stall the same one as always, and stepped into the stall leaning back against the stall. This was so dangerous and stupid, he thought to himself.

But what he saw inside the stall banished that thought quickly. Tall and golden-skinned with wild, black hair, back muscles flexing as he washed, and his tight, rounded arse; Harry Potter was a vision to behold. He watched as Harry ran a washcloth over his chest and stomach, the lather sluicing down his body as the water from the shower washed it away. Draco had to bite his tongue to stop from moaning aloud at the sight.

He watched silently as Harry washed his body and hair before setting the washcloth aside. Draco knew what was coming next and felt himself flush hotly in anticipation. It was always the same routine. Harry turned around to put his back to the wall and Draco let out the softest breath at the sight of the others cock. Long, thick and uncut, that cock begged for someone to swallow it whole, or be fucked senseless by it.

He watched with bated breath as Harry slid his right hand across his chest, gently pinched one pierced nipple, then the other, moaning quietly. His breath hitched as he watched that tanned hand move down a toned chest and stomach. Green eyes disappeared behind closed lids and the Gryffindor curled long fingers around his cock. Draco whimpered quietly and was glad the shower blocked out the sound as Harry groaned and began to caress himself in long, slow strokes.

Not being able to take anymore, he pulled his sleep pants down, letting the elastic waistband rest on his thighs as he clutched his hard cock and began to stroke in time with Harry. Harry looked wonderful; tanned skin flushed red, body wet and glistening from the lights, hair plastered to his forehead and pleasuring himself. If only Harry were doing that to him. He watched, transfixed as Harry raised his other hand and began pinching his nipples again, twisting the rings in them firmly, but gently.

Draco squeezed the base of his cock as he felt himself become slightly overwhelmed. It had surprised him greatly the first time he had seen that the Gryffindor had pierced nipples. It just didn’t seem like something the other would do, but he found the little hoops to be erotic and couldn’t see the other without them now. Draco moved his other hand to his nipples and emulated Harry’s movements. He moaned at the feel, wishing it was Harry’s fingers, his mouth on him. Draco closed his eyes and was so distracted that he didn’t see what happened next. He didn’t see Harry open his eyes and seem to stare right at him. And he didn’t see Harry narrow his eyes and flick his wrist in his direction. He didn’t even realize his Concealment Charm was no longer in place.

“I thought you would’ve joined me by now, seeing as you’ve been watching me for almost two weeks, Draco,” Harry’s low voice broke him from his pleasured haze and Draco snapped his eyes open, breath freezing on what would have been a sigh of pleasure. Harry couldn’t see him, could he? But the Gryffindor was looking right at him with a faint smirk on his face. And Draco knew with certainty that, yes, Harry could see him. Draco licked his lips, but couldn’t figure out what to say. He’d been caught in his new secret activity by the viewed person himself.

Draco opened his mouth to say something, anything, but closed it again. What does a person say in a situation like this? He stared at Harry, not in the eye, but near enough. He could feel his already heated skin flush more. Harry sighed and let go of himself, then began walking towards him. Draco could feel himself tense in preparation of an attack.

“You’re stubborn and difficult Draco,” Harry said, stopping in front of him and bringing his lips down onto Draco’s. Draco froze, completely shocked by this turn of events before common sense took over and he began kissing back. The kiss was hot; slow and languid at first before turning heavier with tongues twisting and teeth nipping. Harry pulled back first and looked at him intensely. “I think we should get you out of those trousers, don’t you?” Harry asked, and Draco nodded slowly as Harry helped him from his sleep pants. Then Harry smiled and grasped his hand, pulling him further into the stall. Harry turned him around and pressed him back against the wall with a thigh situated between his, pressing the length of his body to his.

And then they were kissing again, and Harry was pinching and stroking Draco’s nipples as Harry’s tongue delved into Draco’s mouth. But Draco wasn’t idle. He had to touch Harry, especially his pierced nipples. He brought a hand up and ran his thumb over a hard nub in gentle circles before twisting the ring a bit. Harry gasped into his mouth, jerking his hips at the action, and Draco wondered if he tugged with his teeth would he get the same reaction.

Draco felt a hand glide down his chest, stomach and around his hip to grip his arse, and he moaned as those fingers began squeezing rhythmically as Harry thrust gently against him. Harry began to trail kisses down his jaw and chin, dipping his head to suck on his neck. Draco felt like he was on overload at all the sensations. He could feel Harry’s other hand; the one previously teasing his nipple move to his other hip, and then Harry was grinding his hard length into his hip.

“I want you,” Harry whispered in his ear, his hot breath making him shiver. “When I realized you were watching me that second time – you remember, I’m sure – I got so turned on by the thought of it. I put on that little show hoping you would come back, and you did. Then, I hoped you would drop the Concealment Charm and join me, but you never did. I’m tired of waiting,” Harry purred, nipping at the lobe of Draco’s ear gently.

Draco listened to what Harry said and felt himself harden further if possible, while at the same time he felt like a complete idiot. Harry had known he was there since his second time and hadn’t called him on it because he was turned on with the thought of him watching? And then he had wanted Draco to join him? “You planned this? Tonight, I mean.” Draco said breathlessly, head back as Harry sucked on a spot behind his ear.

“Yes,” Harry said simply around a mouthful of flesh. “I figured you wouldn’t approach me, so I took the initiative. Now shut up,” Harry murmured and then he was pulling back, and Draco opened his eyes to see Harry reaching for a bottle of something. Harry turned back to him with a look that could only be described as predatory in his green eyes. “You want this, don’t you?” Harry asked, looking at him closely.

“Yes,” Draco said, nodding his head, because there was nothing else to say. He had been spying on Harry and his late night activities for about two weeks and wanking to the images, and, oh god, did he want this more than anything. “Yes,” he repeated looking at Harry in the eye. Harry nodded and dribbled some stuff from the bottle, body wash, Draco saw on the label, onto his hand.

Harry pressed his body back against Draco’s and ran a hand down Draco’s side. He clutched his thigh, manipulating his leg around his upper thigh and Draco got the hint, wrapping his other leg around Harry and being hoisted up until his legs were securely wrapped around the Gryffindor’s waist. Then Draco felt Harry’s lips and teeth working on his neck as fingers brushed against his bottom, against his anus and then began circling the small hole slowly.

Draco moaned as Harry nipped at the flesh of his neck, and then he felt a finger slipping him slowly, past the ring of muscles. He tensed at the initial pain, but began to relax after a moment. Harry moved his lips to the underside of Draco’s jaw and sucked as he moved the finger in and out of him. Draco tightened his arms around Harry’s shoulders briefly at the action and gave a small whine, which he was sure he would be embarrassed about later. One finger turned to two, two to three and three to four, and then Harry was positioning himself at his entrance.

As Harry pushed slowly in he brought his lips to Draco’s mouth, and was then kissing Draco again, a good distraction to the slight pain that being filled caused. Once fully seated Harry stilled, panting, his hands on his hips, his head on his shoulder. “God, so fucking tight,” Harry groaned roughly into his shoulder. Draco felt like he was on fire; skin hot and breathing heavily at the feeling of being stretched so much. By Merlin, but Harry was thick.

And then Harry was moving; sliding slowly out before pushing back in forcefully with a grunt. Draco cried out sharply at the pleasure-pain that shot through him and shoved a hand into Harry’s hair, pulling his head up and attaching his lips to the Gryffindor’s. Harry kissed back enthusiastically as he kept up the pace of slow pull out and forceful thrust in. Harry stilled, shifted, and then picked up the movement again and thrust into Draco. Draco felt the pressured jab against his prostate and gave a hoarse yelp, tossing his head back into the wall. Harry growled against his temple, and then attacked his neck again. Draco vaguely wondered if maybe Harry were a vampire.

Harry picked up the pace and began thrusting faster, deeper and harder into him. Draco could feel himself pressed hard against the wall, he could feel the pressuring of his on-coming orgasm building as Harry rammed into him. And then he felt a hand curl around his erection; warm and wet, jerking him off with fast, but firm strokes. He dug his nails into Harry’s shoulders as his prostate were hit, crying out loudly at the pleasurable bolts shooting through him.

Then Harry gave a particularly hard thrust at the same time he bit down on a spot on Draco’s throat, and stroked his thumb against the vein on the underside of his cock. Draco came with a hoarse scream, shuddering violently and spurting hot ropes of come between them. His legs and arms tightened around Harry’s body as his orgasm wracked through him. Harry gave a few more hard thrusts, tensed, and then came warmly inside him with a deep, long groan.

Both were panting. Draco could hear Harry’s harsh gasps in his ear as his legs loosened from Harry’s waist, but he was held up by Harry’s body pressing against his. When his breathing finally came back to normal and the trembles from his orgasm stopped, Draco raised his head from Harry’s shoulder and sighed contently. Harry raised his also and looked at him, smiling a lazy, sated, satisfied smile.

“So Potter,” Draco said, but stopped at a muttered statement from the boy he was wrapped around. “What?”

“Call me Harry,” Harry repeated, mumbling, as he once again began lavishing attention on his neck.

Draco breathed out at the action and sighed. “Harry,” he started again, a small smile on his face. “You knew I was there and you just put on a show for me all those nights? Why didn’t you say anything if you knew I was there?” he asked, his voice slightly breathy. He could feel Harry smile against his neck before he pulled back and looked at him. There was a bit of a flush staining his cheeks.

“I liked the idea of being watched, but I liked the idea that it was you even better,” Harry said with a smirk. Draco felt surprise at that, but bypassed that for something else. He smirked back at Harry and quirked an eyebrow.

“I didn’t know you were an exhibitionist,” he said, feeling amused at the blush that spread across the Gryffindor’s face. But then Harry gave him a wicked smile and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“I didn’t know you were a voyeur, Draco,” Harry replied. Draco felt himself flushing at the statement. This was actually the first time he had watched someone else; these past two weeks had been filled with coming to the locker room and watching Harry Potter shower and wank. Harry quirked an eyebrow at him and Draco shook his head because there was no way he was telling Harry that. But Harry just smiled and kissed him again, this time on the mouth, nipping his bottom lip playfully.

“You can watch me anytime,” Harry said against his mouth. And Draco thought being a voyeur wasn’t ridiculous or dangerous, or so bad after all. Not as long as it had results like this.