Sleep, Soap and Skin

Title: Sleep, soap and skin
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Summary: His friends tell Harry to take a bath and relax. No better place to do that than the prefect bathroom! Draco has a similiar idea...
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Notes: Thanks to carelessmemory and bluemonkeyz8 on LJ for betaing!



Opening the door, his face is hit by a wave of warm steam. The prefect bathroom is dimly lit by two torches; their flickering flames bath the room in a red-golden light. Draco frowns and looks around cautiously; he shouldn't be able to get into the room when somebody else uses it. His eyes catch a glimpse of dark, tousled hair that peaks over the rim of the bathtub.
"Potter", he mutters and slowly approaches the boy in the water.

Harry's eyes are closed and his breathing is shallow. Draco looks at the well-muscled chest, his gaze slides over a firm stomach and to a dark trail of hair that leads down
from Harry's navel. He tears his eyes away when Harry sighs and slides further into the water, his nose under the surface.

For a heartbeat, nothing happens and Draco only watches Harry, watches a stream of bubbles rising from Harry's nose. Then Potter inhales, sucking soapy water into his lungs. His eyes fly open and he flails his arms, trying to get a grip to push himself up. His hands slip and he disappears from above the water. Draco lunges forward, grabs Harry's upper arm and pulls him up, and a moment later, out of the tub. Harry clings to him with a painful grip on Draco's shoulder. He topples the Slytherin and comes to lie across his stomach, coughing up water that splashes against the tiled floor.

Harry's eyes are closed again and he takes deep long breaths, relieved that his lungs no longer feel like they're about to burst. He becomes aware of the fact that he's naked and lying on the person who saved him.

Draco doesn't realize that his hand rubs Harry's naked back until the other boy's breathing
slows down to an almost normal level. He jerks it away and shoves Harry off his body.

"Potter, get off me!"

Harry rolls onto the floor and tries to cover himself when he realizes that it is Malfoy who pulled him out of the tub. He takes the towel that Draco tosses him and drapes it over his lap.

"Were you trying to kill yourself, Potter? What a glorious end for the Boy Who Lived!" Draco grins at the almost naked boy on the floor. After a moment, his grin fades and he tears his eyes away. Harry notices and smirks. This is his chance to get Draco and he might as well take it. He rises to his feet and approaches Malfoy, the towel sliding to the floor.

"I guess I should thank you, Draco." He purrs and Draco's eyes widen, his mouth dropping open. He feels his blood surge to his groin and backs away. His back hits the wall and he stares at Harry, confused, slightly panicked and aroused at the same time.

Harry's smile widens and he presses his naked body against Draco, his erection aligned with the Slytherin's rapidly hardening cock. His hands rest on Draco's shoulders, he leans closer and nips Draco's throat, licks and kisses his way up to the blonde's lips. His mouth hovering just over Draco's, almost touching, Harry looks up into silver-grey eyes. Draco stares back as their breaths mingle. Draco shivers and presses their lips together. He licks the Gryffindor's bottom lip and Harry opens to him with a soft moan. Harry savours the feeling of their tongues sliding over each other, the faint taste of cinnamon he finds in the other boy's mouth and soft moans escape Draco. The sensation of kissing the boy he has fantasized about for months is intoxicating. He loves the feeling of Draco's soft, firm lips against his,
the way the Slytherin grinds his cloth covered erection against his. The friction is driving him
insane but it's not enough. He wants to feel Malfoy, wants to see his body and he wants to know what Draco's cock feels like in his hand.

As if he could read Harry's mind, Draco pulls his tie loose and starts to unbutton his shirt. Harry pushes his hands away and pulls the shirt over the blonde's head. He takes a moment to let his eyes roam over the newly revealed chest. They stop at one dust-coloured nipple and Harry leans down to close his lips around it. He begins to suck the flesh into his mouth, teeth scraping the tight nub lightly and Draco arches against Harry, his hands grasping Harry's shoulders and a desperate noise escapes him.

Harry grins and attacks the other nipple, sucking, biting and licking, trying to provoke that noise again, while his hands explore Draco's body. He slides them up Draco's sides, over the insides of his arms and to his hands, pushing them against the wall over their heads. To his own surprise, Malfoy doesn't struggle against Harry's grip but finds himself even more aroused by Harry's actions.

Harry stills and looks into Draco's eyes for a long moment. Just when Draco's about to ask him what is wrong, Harry lets go of the pale, slender hands and lets his own travel back down Draco's body. Draco captures the brunette's mouth in a passionate kiss and his left hand winds up tangled in dark, wet strands of hair while the other slides over Harry's back and down to his arse. He squeezes one buttock and pulls a moaning Harry closer.

The Gryffindor boy gasps and bites Malfoy's lip, licking it apologetically a moment later. He leans down to kiss the pale throat; his lips and tongue leave a damp trail over Draco's cream coloured chest and stomach.

Harry drops to his knees, dips his tongue into the blonde's navel and opens Draco's trousers. Draco feels Harry move around and looks down to find Harry pushing his dark cotton trousers down along with his boxers. He steps out of them, kicks the bundle away and looks down again. Harry licks his lips and Draco moans, his hips jerking involuntary.
Harry's eyes meet his and Harry grins before closing his lips around the head of Draco's cock and sucking lightly. Draco's breath hitches and his knees threaten to give up their support. Harry takes hold of the slender hips and licks, kisses and nibbles down to the base of Draco's rigid member. He takes it in his hand and strokes it twice before taking it deep into his mouth, making Draco cry out.

Harry withdraws slowly and rises with a smug grin, lust flaring in his eyes. He takes Draco's chin in his hand and plunges his tongue deep into his mouth, letting Draco taste his own precome.

He grabs Draco's hand and leads him back towards the tub, climbs back in and urges Draco to follow him. They embrace in the water and kiss again, the warm water adding to the sensation of the feeling of skin against skin. Harry lets one of his hands rest on Draco's arse, his fingertips caressing the crease between two firm buttocks. He probes further and one finger circles the small entrance. Draco moans softly and lets his head fall onto Harry's shoulder, kissing the flesh beneath his lips tenderly.

"Will you let me fuck you Draco? Let me take you here? Do you want to feel my cock in your arse?" He presses into Draco with the tip of his finger for a moment.

Draco moans aloud and grinds his erection against Harry's. "Yes...God, yes."

Harry claims Draco's willing mouth in a heated kiss and carefully inserts one finger. He pulls back out and inserts another finger; Draco who eagerly pushes back on Harry's hand meets his movement. Harry curls his fingers and brushes Malfoy's prostate, causing the boy to cry out and buck his hips. Harry grins and repeats his actions a few times until Draco is panting and writhing against him, his constant cries of pleasure echoing throughout the room.

"Fuck...Harry, I am...ready!" Harry pulls his fingers out of Draco's hole and turns him around. Draco moves closer to the edge of the tub and grips the rim, trying to find a solid footing. He looks over his shoulder to find Harry staring at him. Draco spreads his legs wider and Harry steps closer, takes hold of Draco's hips and positions his cock at Draco's entrance. He looks up into Draco's eyes and pushes forward. Draco's eyes flutter and he bites his lip, his muscles clenching around the head of Harry's prick. Harry calls on every ounce of self-control to keep from shoving into Draco all the way and takes one hand off Draco's hip and caresses his back.

"Breathe Draco...relax. Let me inside, love." Draco does as he is told and takes a deep, shaky breath. The muscles around Harry relax and he pulls out a fraction, only to push back in a moment later. Once he is fully sheathed inside Draco, he pauses and leans forward to place soft kisses against Draco's neck and back. Draco holds still until he can no longer bear it and wriggles his hips. Harry smiles against his neck, pulls out again, corrects the angle and pushes back in. A jolt of pleasure rips through Draco and he can't breathe for a few seconds.

"Fuck! What...was that?" He pants. "Do that again!"

Harry is more than happy to comply and soon a steady rhythm builds that slowly increases. Draco meets each of Harry's thrusts with his hips and cries out loudly. Harry loves the noises Draco makes, loves the feeling of Draco's tight body around and against him and he loves the way that the mixture of sweat and soapy water on Draco's back tastes.

He reaches around Draco and takes hold of his hard prick, pumping it in time with his thrusts. He feels his balls tighten and shoves into Draco two more times, hitting Draco's prostate hard. The muscles around his cock clench violently and he feels Draco come over his hand. With a loud groan, he follows him over the edge, his own come filling Draco.

They collapse backwards and Harry holds Draco to his body, not wanting to leave just yet. Slowly their breathing steadies and Harry pulls out of Draco, mourning the loss of the feeling of being joined with him. Draco turns and straddles Harry's legs, pulling him into a soft, satisfied kiss. After a few minutes they break apart, and Draco smiles, his eyes closed. They allow their foreheads to rest against each other's.

"I'd never have thought I'd have my first time with Harry Potter." Draco chuckles but Harry's eyes snap open and he tenses in Draco's arms.

"Your first time? But I thought you and Pansy...you should have told me! I would ha-"

Draco's lips on his silence him. Harry allows the other boy to kiss him for a moment, then pulls away again. He opens his mouth but Draco puts a finger to his lips.

"Me and Pansy are not together, never will be. I am gay, Harry, and yes, I could have told you but I didn't. Look, it was fantastic the way it was."

He leans in and kisses the boy he is determined to make his lover. Almost all of the tension drains from Harry and Draco smiles against Harry's lips.

"You should try to drown yourself more often, you know!? How did you get in here anyway? You're not a prefect." Draco tries to put on his 'Prefect-face' but fails.

Harry laughs. "I did not try to drown myself, I fell asleep! And you forgot that Ron is a prefect, he gave me the password. He thinks I need to relax."

"Hmm. I think I need to thank Weasley then." Draco says and Harry instantly pulls him closer.

"Oh no, you won't!" One more time, he presses his mouth to Draco's and they kiss for what seems like an eternity.

~~Fin~~