A Tale of Two Perverts

Draco was hot and fucking pissed off.

Once again, he’d been bested by that speccy prat Potter, and he’d looked worse than usual losing. Potter had seen the snitch well before Draco had, because Draco had been distracted – not by Potter’s arse, he assured himself, he was just…lost in thought or something, yes, that was it. And he’d been staring off into space, and it just so happened that Potter and his shapely arse ended up hovering in his line of vision. Not that Draco thought Potter’s arse was shapely, it just…well, damn it, it was, and how was that fair? Draco’s own arse, not that he’d admit it to anyone, was rather flat. Pansy, that bitch, liked to get a rise out of him by calling him “Draco No-Arse.” Then there’s Potter, flying around, showing off perfectly rounded twin curves of flesh that his Quidditch pants could not hope to hide, and that begged to be squeezed and pinched and nibbled and spread and –oh, gods.

Stalking angrily into the locker room, he threw his pads onto a bench and scowled at his locker. First he’d been staring at Potter’s arse – or not staring, simply noticing, he assured himself – then Potter had caught the damn snitch and left him looking like a fool who wasn’t even participating. So naturally the rest of the team had been bloody angry, and Draco had to hide and wait for them to finish in the locker room so that they wouldn’t hurt him. Not that most would have dared, he was a Malfoy after all…of course, that had held a lot more weight before his father had gone and gotten himself arrested…bloody Potter.

Draco undressed and headed into the shower area. All the teams had their own locker room/changing areas, but there was one large room with shower stalls that all the houses used. It generally wasn’t crowded since there were only ever one or two teams in there at a given time. Not to mention that when Gryffindor and Slytherin were playing each other, many players went back to the dorms to shower rather than get into an inevitable fight.

One shower was running. Draco frowned; he’d figured he’d given everyone enough time to get out. He certainly wasn’t in the mood to be snapped at by his own house or laughed at by the fucking opponent, so he walked quietly past the stall in use – and froze.

Potter was standing with his back to Draco, that gorgeous arse taunting him with its damnable perfection. And Potter was leaning forward, one hand against the wall, the other…wanking himself. Draco’s own cock stirred with interest as he watched the boy’s muscles working and listened to the sound of flesh on flesh and the sighs escaping Potter’s lips.

Potter’s really hiding things under those huge clothes he wears, Draco mused. Not just that amazing arse, but hips that Draco could imagine gripping with both hands, a smooth, tanned and muscled back that Draco could imagine running his nails down, sexy legs that Draco could imagine wrapped around him…but that was disgusting, thinking such thoughts about Potter. While it was true that Draco appreciated the male form far more than the female form, Potter wasn’t male. He was…Potter.

But damn, Potter was fit. And, fine, male as well. All male. 100% male. Draco wished he’d turn around so he could see just how…male Potter really was. Of course then he’d catch Draco staring and that was just not on. Besides, on this side of things Draco could admire that glorious arse and the way it clenched repeatedly as Potter thrust into his hand. And he could pretend it was anyone but Potter.

Potter’s noises grew from sighs to moans, and Draco’s erection grew from hard to harder. I could just go in there, Draco thought. Just sneak up behind him and get myself a handful of sexy arse and squeeze…maybe even ask him if he needs a hand with his task, Draco snickered to himself.

And before he knew it, Draco was slowly unwrapping the towel from his waist and hanging it on the peg, then moving forward quietly, arm stretching out in front of him, golden skin flexing just within his reach, and then…

“Aaah, what the – Malfoy?!” Potter was staring at him incredulously. “Did you seriously just grab my arse? Why the fuck are you in my shower?”

“You – I – you looked like you needed a hand!” Draco blurted, then mentally kicked himself. I wasn’t really supposed to say that, he groaned inwardly.

“I needed a – damn it!” Harry dropped his hands to belatedly cover his erection, and flushed bright red. “You’re a pervert, Malfoy.”

“Says the pervert who’s wanking in the communal showers!” Draco retorted. “You probably wanted to get caught. You were just dying to have someone come along and find you stroking Potter Junior there. Either you’re an exhibitionist or you just wanted someone to join in, so either way you’re a pervert. Pervert.” Draco crossed his arms smugly.

“Your theory might sound a little better if you weren’t sporting your own raging hard-on, you idiot.” Potter motioned toward Draco’s crotch, which was, indeed, still interested in the proceedings. “And you’re the one who willingly tried to join in, so you’re the pervert.”

“You were wanking!”

“Yeah, and you strolled into my stall and grabbed my arse!”

“Fuck you, Potter!”

“You wish!”

Breathing heavily, the two naked boys faced each other angrily, until, as if they were two halves of a powerful magnet, they slammed against each other, lips smashing together, tongues thrusting into each other’s mouths, hands sliding against slick, wet skin and tangling in hair.

“Fuck!” Harry gasped, throwing back his head as Draco licked and sucked a trail across his jaw and down his neck.

“Mmm,” Draco agreed, running his hands down Harry’s back and fondling the arse that had caused the entire debacle. He kissed his way down Harry’s chest and took a dusky pink nipple into his mouth. The Gryffindor moaned his appreciation when Draco nipped at it with his teeth, encouraging the blond to repeat the action with the other nipple before continuing his path downward.

Potter’s hipbones were incredibly tasty, Draco thought. He never knew hipbones could be quite so erotic. Then again, he had yet to explore a part of Potter that wasn’t erotic. And all he truly wanted to do was get to that arse. Moving lower to lick at a muscular thigh, he felt Harry’s cock brush his cheek and heard a muttered oath from above. He looked up and was treated to the sight of Potter gripping the bar on the wall behind him so hard his knuckles were white. As they were still partially beneath the spray of the shower, water was streaming down Harry’s body. His eyes were closed, his face flushed, his head tipped back, mouth forming an O of silent pleasure.

Draco nearly came right then and there.

With a groan, he buried his nose in the damp, crisp curls surrounding the base of Harry’s cock and nuzzled the velvety hardness. He smelled soap and Harry, and suddenly the desire to taste that thick shaft overwhelmed him.

“I’m going to suck your cock, Potter,” Draco said in a low voice, watching the man for his reaction. He wasn’t disappointed; Harry very nearly whimpered as his breaths came in pants, his anticipation causing his legs to tremble slightly.

He wrapped his fingers around Harry’s cock and studied it closely, fairly salivating at the sight of the precome oozing from the purpled head. Slowly, tantalizingly, Draco tongued the slit and lapped at the fluid. Enjoying the shallow panting above him, the Slytherin licked a stripe along the underside of the shaft, then took the very tip between his lips to suckle at the renewed flow of liquid. Harry cried out at the gentle suction and thrust his hips forward.

Draco kept his hold on Potter’s dick and removed his mouth to look up at the other man. “Easy there,” he chuckled, feeling smug at the look of total arousal on the man’s face – and he had barely even gotten started.

He licked around the head, tasting under the foreskin and along the top of the shaft. After a few moments of teasing, he plunged his head forward and took as much of the cock in his mouth as he could, causing a strangled cry to rip from Harry’s throat. The raven-haired man let go of the bar with one hand and carded his fingers through Draco’s wet hair, grasping but not pulling.

Up and down Draco moved his mouth, while keeping a hand at the base of Potter’s cock to keep the man from thrusting it down his throat with his frantic movements. He sucked and licked and swirled his tongue around the head, and used the hand not holding the cock to cup Potter’s sac. Harry’s bollocks were heavy and full and Draco imagined how it would feel when they tightened and emptied their load, pumping it out of Harry’s prick and down Draco’s throat.

He needed more. Draco took both hands and placed them on Potter’s hips, gripping them tightly to help control the erratic thrusting. He took Harry into his mouth slowly; Harry whimpered but tried to hold still, anticipating Draco’s next move. The Slytherin took more of Harry in, swallowing and trying to control his gag reflex as Potter’s fat cock entered his throat. Soon his mouth and throat were unbelievably full of prick, and he resumed sucking.

Potter moaned loudly and fisted his hand in Draco’s hair. “Gonna…oh, gods, gonna come, Malfoy…”

Draco hummed in response, causing Harry to howl and thrust as hard as the hands holding him would allow. The blond closed his eyes and savored the sensation of the beautiful cock pulsing in his mouth, sending thick jets of ejaculate directly down his throat. Harry’s thrusting was almost manic as he rode out his orgasm, his breathing labored and loud.

Draco savored every last drop of Potter’s come, and pulled his head away slowly. Harry’s cock slid from his mouth, not rock-hard anymore nor yet flaccid. He looked up into Potter’s glazed eyes.

“Turn around, Potter.” Draco’s voice was hoarse from Harry’s thick head pounding the back of his throat. Potter did as ordered and groaned as he felt Draco part his arse cheeks.

“So fucking beautiful,” Draco whispered reverently, handling Potter’s arse as though it was priceless. It truly was, he thought, so round, and perfect, and absolutely FUCKABLE. His cock ached, so hard already, at the sight of the tiny puckered entrance. He slid one thumb over to trace the pucker, causing Potter to moan and unconsciously clench the muscles in his arse. Draco let out a moan of his own as he imagined those muscles clenching around his own cock when he was buried balls deep between Potter’s glorious cheeks. He had no idea if Potter would allow it, but in that moment he wanted to fuck Harry more than anything he’d ever wanted.

He could not bear to live another moment without knowing the taste of Potter’s hole, and he stared at it, transfixed for a moment, before running the flat of his tongue up the length of Potter’s crack. He was rewarded with a loud groan, and he responded by licking again, with more force. He attacked the pucker, licking and sucking at the small opening with vigor. Harry was nearly sobbing in ecstasy when Draco finally thrust his tongue inside him.

Draco was lost in the taste of Harry. He wanted to keep that taste with him, pull it out at night and wank to it. Too bad it was Potter attached to such a sexy, tasty arse. The blond took a final slurp at Harry’s entrance before sliding a finger in where his tongue had been. Potter wriggled a bit but simply sighed in pleasure as Draco slowly finger fucked him. Draco decided he needed more lube than his saliva, so he accio’d a bottle of conditioner from the shelf in the stall and squeezed some into his hand.

A second finger slid into Harry’s tight opening. He worked the two digits in and out, scissoring and spreading the passage. Finally, encouraged by Harry very nearly humping his hand, he added a third. This time he angled his fingers until he found what he was looking for.

Harry let out a guttural cry as Draco repeatedly stroked his prostate. Draco stood at last and rubbed his cock along Potter’s crack, leaning forward to whisper in his ear.

“I’m going to fuck you, Potter. Last chance to say no.”

Harry whimpered in response, and Draco grinned as he slathered his cock with conditioner, then tossed the bottle to the floor. He lined his cock head up with Harry’s orifice, and began to push in slowly.

Harry’s tight heat seemed to suck Draco in. As the head of his cock was squeezed and stimulated, Draco fought back his overeager orgasm – he did not want to come before he’d even made it all the way inside.

Inch by inch he slid forward, listening to Harry’s labored breathing as he slowly sheathed himself further. Finally, finally he was in. He rested his forehead on Harry’s shoulder and concentrated on taking several deep breaths before speaking.

“Ready?”

“Yes…slowly…” Harry’s voice was a bit strangled, and Draco began to move. He pulled back and then pushed in again, his movements slow and careful. He struggled to keep from shoving his cock into Potter as hard as possible, like he wanted to do, but began to speed up a bit with each thrust.

“Fuck me,” Harry breathed at last. “Harder, deeper.”

That was all he needed. Draco snapped his hips forward, thrusting with the pent-up lust that had been building ever since he spent that stupid Quidditch match staring at Potter’s arse. Yes, damn it all, he was staring, all right? And who could blame him? At that very moment, that gorgeous arse was stretched around Draco’s cock, devouring it like some dick –hungry flesh monster. Draco dug his fingers into the skin at Potter’s hips as he slammed his pelvis against Potter’s perfect, beautiful body. His bollocks slapped Potter’s arse with each thrust, and Draco knew he had very limited time before this was all over. All these years of fighting, he mused. We should have been doing this instead. The git isn’t so bad when he’s letting me fuck him into oblivion.

Harry’s moans were growing louder, and Draco realized his cock had found Potter’s prostate. He reached around and took Harry’s prick in hand, and quickly stroked it with each thrust until Potter was coming all over the shower walls and Draco was coming inside Potter’s slick walls. A final thrust and Draco pulled reluctantly from Potter’s channel.

“Potter, that was…” Draco was at a loss for words. What to say next? ‘That was great, thanks?’ ‘You have a nice arse, and I’ve enjoyed fucking it?’ ‘Next time could you tie me up and give me the spanking I deserve?’

He had no idea where that last thought came from.

“Harry.”

Draco blinked. “Huh?”

“You should call me Harry. Seeing as how you’ve sucked my cock dry and had yours firmly up my arse and all.”

“Crude much?” Draco sneered.

“You started it.”

“Wha- you started it!”

“Excuse me, but this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t grabbed my naked arse.”

“Well, I wouldn’t have done that if you weren’t wanking!” Draco cried indignantly. How dare Potter imply he initiated all of this, when he was clearly waving his stupid sexy arse at Draco, right in his face? He might as well have been wearing a sign advertising how squeezable it would feel, and how good it would taste, and how nice it would feel with his cock inside of it. Stupid Potter and his stupid perfect arse.

“Merlin, Draco, is it so hard to admit you wanted me?” Potter threw up his hands in exasperation.

“I certainly did not.”

“Go around molesting everyone you come across in public showers, then?” Harry arched an eyebrow.

“Only those who are perverse enough to go around wanking in public showers,” Draco replied snidely.

“Oh, for…you know what, Draco? Forget it. Thanks for the sex, it was lovely. Don’t bother coming near me again.” Potter turned to rinse off under the spray, then grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist.

Draco watched the terry-cloth-covered shrine to perfection as Potter walked away. “Hey, Potter…Harry,” he called.

Potter stopped and glanced over his shoulder. “Yeah?”

“Any chance you might be wanking in the Prefect’s bathroom later on?”

Potter grinned. “You know, Malfoy, I’d say there’s a good chance I’ll be wanking in there around eight.” He turned back and walked out to the Gryffindor locker room.

“Good,” Draco said to himself as he began to wash his hair. It was nice to know what time Potter was going to be there, so he could avoid the place or...whatever. Certainly didn’t want to run into Potter again, or be forced to see him acting all perverted in a public place.

Draco rinsed and decided he might just head back to the dorms, and take a longer bath later. Maybe around eight.