Two Perverts in the Bath

Draco deliberated. He thought, he pondered, he puzzled.

And now, he paced.

Draco fidgeted in front of the door to the Prefects’ bath. He knew Potter would be in there, probably touching his stupid cock. The one that had tasted so amazing, just hours before…not that Draco was obsessing about it or anything.

Really, he’d only thought about it once or twice. Per second.

But Draco had pretty much convinced himself he wanted a bath, right now. And when a Malfoy wanted something, he took it, right?

Right.

So deciding that he would simply ignore Potter and enjoy his bath, he pushed the door open – to find an empty room.

Draco frowned and told himself that he was not, under any circumstance, disappointed Potter was missing. In fact, it was great, because now that stupid tosser couldn’t ruin his bath.

Draco ran the water and added the bubbles and oils he preferred, then disrobed and slipped into the tub. This is peaceful, he thought. No Gryffindor gits to get in my way and distract me.

“Well, well, well…if it isn’t Malfoy.”

Draco turned his head sharply to see Harry Potter leaning against the door, a smirk on his face. “You’re late!” he blurted.

Potter’s smirk widened into an evil grin. “Why, Malfoy…I wasn’t aware we had a date this evening. So sorry.”

“Shut up, Potty,” Draco mumbled. “Look, I just want to take a bath in peace, so remove yourself from my presence immediately.”

“I don’t think so. I’m a Quidditch captain, which gives me the right to be here as well. And I recall mentioning my plans to bathe here to you earlier…so it’s your own fault you’ll be sharing.” Harry cast a quick locking charm on the door. “Besides, we both know why you’re here, so you’ll save us a lot of time if you’d just admit it.”

“There is nothing to admit!”

“Time that could be put to…better use,” Harry continued, removing his robes to reveal a tanned naked body.

Draco couldn’t help it. His mouth watered. “Potter…”

Harry stalked toward the tub, a predatory gleam in his eye and a slight smirk on his lips. “Much better use. Come on, Draco, you can’t tell me you don’t want this. Not after the way you sucked my cock earlier. Not after the way you fucked me like your life depended on it.”

Draco couldn’t move as Harry slid into the tub right beside him.

“Tell me, Draco…do you want me? Do you?” Harry trailed his fingers lightly across Draco’s collarbone and moved to stand in front of him, trapping him against the side of the tub.

Draco swallowed hard as his skin pebbled under Harry’s gentle touch. Shivering despite the warmth of the water, he tried to respond. “I…I, um…”

“So eloquent,” Harry said softly. “Such perfect lips you have. I can’t help but notice them, whether they’re sneering at me, or spitting one of your venomous insults at me. But I couldn’t truly appreciate their beauty until today, when they were on mine…” Harry grazed said lips with his own. “And then they shocked me again with their perfection when I looked down and saw them stretched around my cock.”

Draco whimpered when Harry lifted his other arm to cup his face with both hands.

“Such beautiful skin,” Harry sighed, rubbing his thumbs over Draco’s cheeks. He trailed one across Draco’s lips. “This sinful mouth. Everything about you is so fucking gorgeous. I’m not sure how I missed it before, but I know now, and I’ll never forget it.” He moved a hand to slide fingers through Draco’s still dry hair. “Your hair is like silk. Soft, luxurious silk.”

Eyes closed, Draco concentrated on breathing. If anything, he’d expected Potter to attack him, to grab him and ravage him. If he was at all truthful he could say he’d hoped for that. But this…this incredible tenderness…no one had ever touched him this gently, said these things to him. No one had ever treated him like he mattered.

“Earlier, we were rushed…things went so quickly, and I didn’t have the opportunity to reciprocate. And it’s only fair that I have a chance to worship the amazing body that gave me such pleasure.” Harry pressed closer to Draco, flattening the blond’s back against the wall of the bath. With one hand still cupping Draco’s face and the other tangled in his golden hair, Harry covered his lover’s mouth with his own and kissed him slowly, sensually.

Draco moaned into Harry’s mouth, and before he could stop himself his arms were winding around the dark-haired boy and pulling him closer. Harry’s lips were soft against his, his tongue hot as it traced his lips. Draco opened his mouth immediately to grant access, but Harry took his time. His tongue explored Draco’s lips, his teeth, his gums...all slowly and purposefully, as though Potter was exploring a new land. Where their earlier snogging had been heated and fierce, this was thorough and intimate.

To Draco, it was a thousand times more intense.

He relaxed into the sensations of Potter’s hands in his hair, on his face; Potter’s tongue in his mouth; Potter’s lips massaging his. He felt the warm water lapping at their skin. Potter’s flesh was hot against his – they were chest to chest, and Draco could feel every ripple of muscle and every hair stimulating the smooth skin covering his own torso.

Harry was leaning forward so that his hips weren’t in contact with Draco’s. The blond was aching to rub his hardened prick against the other boy’s, to rut together to completion, but Harry would have none of it.

“Patience, my sweet,” he chuckled against Draco’s ear when he felt the boy thrust his hips toward him. “I’ll have you soon enough.”

Draco hated not having the upper hand. The sex they’d had in the afternoon was…well, just that. Sex. He’d been in charge; he’d done what he wanted. This…this was something else. He was feeling far too desperate, far too aroused from velvet words and tender kisses. He didn’t know sex could even be this way, as any he’d had up to that point had been quick coupling in the dark. Or a shower, as the case may be.

Potter’s lips were on his throat. The hand in his hair tugged at the blond locks to tip his head back while the hand on his face moved down to stroke his back. Delicate nibbles made their way to the hollow where neck met shoulder. Draco tried to think, tried to respond in some way, but all he could seem to do was dig his nails into Harry’s back and hold on for dear life.

The water in the bath came up to Draco’s nipple line where they stood. Harry’s lips and tongue were tracing patterns across Draco’s chest, and the blond wished that clever tongue would touch his nipples. He raised himself onto his toes in hoped it would encourage Harry to suck on his hardened nubs, and when he looked down he saw Harry smirking at him in a way that told him the man knew exactly what he was thinking. Draco didn’t care; the only thing of importance was that his cock was throbbing with need and it hadn’t even been touched.

“Will you hop up here onto the side of the bath?” Harry’s voice was low and commanding. Draco hesitated but finally nodded. Wet skin hit cool air and he shuddered a bit, and Harry, upon noticing, reached for his wand at the water’s edge and cast a quick warming charm. The chill left Draco immediately and he looked down at his lover.

“I’m going to do everything to you that you did to me,” Harry told him quietly. “You were incredible, the way your gorgeous mouth took me in and made me come, and then devoured my hole. The way that fat cock filled me so completely...perfect.”

Draco opened his mouth to protest but only a groan came out as Harry licked a slow path on the underside of the cock in question from base to tip. “Potter…”

“Harry. I told you earlier. You’re going to love it, Draco. When I fuck you, you’re going to fucking love it.” Standing in the water, his head was perfectly positioned between the blond’s thighs where he sat.

“Not going to…let you fuck me…” Draco found it difficult to speak when Harry took his cock in hand and began licking at his balls.

“Oh, but you are. Everything you did to me, Draco, everything. That is what I will do to you.”

“No, I…I don’t bottom!” Draco protested weakly. Harry’s tongue was swirling around the head of his leaking cock, and he wasn’t sure it was worth arguing over.

“Maybe not, but you will for me,” Harry promised, and then swallowed his cock whole.

Colors exploded behind Draco’s eyelids. Fingers were squeezing and rolling his balls, tugging at his sac. The suction on his prick was nearly unbearable – he had never felt such extreme pleasure.

“Lie back, lover.” Harry removed his mouth from Draco’s penis and ran his hands up pale thighs.

Draco did as he was told and allowed Harry to lift his legs and rest them on his shoulders. He wrapped his legs around his lover and slid forward without being told, until his arse was nearly hanging off the edge of the bath.

“Good boy,” Harry laughed quietly. Draco couldn’t be troubled to care when nimble fingers parted his cheeks, and a hot tongue made its way from the cleft of his arse up to his heavy bollocks.

Draco’s nails scrabbled against the warmed tiles as Harry’s tongue made its first pass over his pucker. A hand moved back to his cock and stroked it leisurely while the tongue laved his sac liberally. He gasped when Potter sucked not one, but both of his bollocks into his hot mouth.

His cock was being wanked, his balls sucked, and then to add to the sensation overload, a slick finger entered his tight hole. It was true that he had never bottomed, but he had played around with a couple of fingers in his arse. The feeling of someone else’s digit breaching his opening was incredible, and he began bucking his hips helplessly. Harry gave his bollocks one final suck before allowing them to slip from his mouth. He guided Draco’s rock hard prick back into his mouth and added a second finger to the one thrusting in and out of the pink hole.

Draco knew he was done. Harry found his prostate immediately and stroked it over and over while his lips and tongue danced over Draco’s shaft. Without having time to give any warning, he thrust up into Harry’s mouth and found his release. Harry responded by sucking the jets of come out of his spasming cock eagerly and rubbing his prostate until the shaking died down.

His chest heaved as he worked to catch his breath, his legs sagging bonelessly around the body between them. Harry supported them for him and continued to gently scissor his fingers, avoiding the oversensitive bundle of nerves as he loosened Draco’s passage. Draco’s mind was just beginning to clear when he felt Potter’s face bury itself between the pale mounds of his arse. He’d removed his fingers, and was tracing the tender rim with his tongue.

Draco’s head rolled helplessly to the side. He’d never had such a mind-blowing orgasm – in fact, the only one in the same league had been achieved while filling Potter’s arse with his spunk that very afternoon. Now, just when he thought he couldn’t bear any more stimulation, his body was responding very favorably to the mouth that was sucking his hole enthusiastically.

Potter licked his entrance repeatedly, sealed his mouth around it to apply more suction, and licked again. The barrage of attention focused directly on his arsehole had Draco bucking his hips again. He’d never had anyone do this for him before, and it was fucking amazing. Not only that, but when Potter returned two fingers to his passage and fucked him vigorously with them while still licking his rim, he realized he wanted Potter’s cock impaling him more than anything. He held out until Potter added a third finger, and then lost his last shred of dignity.

“Fuck me, Harry, please!” His voice was high-pitched and shrill, and Draco would have been ashamed of his whiny begging – to have Potter’s cock in his arse, no less – if he didn’t know he’d surely die if he wasn’t fucked soon.

“I will, lover,” Harry replied soothingly. He picked up a bottle and squeezed more of Draco’s conditioner onto his fingers. Draco might once have argued about wasting his expensive hair products, but at that moment he could care less. Harry rubbed the substance into Draco’s hole.

“Keep your legs wrapped around me, sexy, and slide into the water.” Draco obeyed, allowing Harry to help him until he was partially submerged again and pressed against the tiled side of the tub with his legs circling Potter’s waist. Harry’s hands were cupping his arse and parting his cheeks gently, and Draco wrapped his arms around his lover and kissed him. Harry positioned his cock and slowly pushed the head inside Draco’s slick tightness.

Draco gasped against Harry’s mouth. He moved his head away and buried his face in Harry’s neck, struggling not to wince at the burn he felt at having his virgin hole stretch to accommodate the nicely-sized prick that was making its way inside him.

“Shh, baby…it gets better, I promise you.” Harry’s whisper caressed the shell of Draco’s ear and Draco relaxed slightly. Sure enough, the burn was fading as the thickest part of Potter’s cock passed the tight ring. With one slow thrust, Harry was totally sheathed in slick warmth. “Are you all right?”

“Yes…” Draco croaked. “Move, Harry. Fuck me.”

“Look at me.”

Draco lifted his head from Harry’s shoulder and met the green gaze. He hadn’t even realized Harry had removed his glasses. When their eyes were locked, Harry began to move.

His thrusts were slow and deliberate, and he held Draco like he was a valuable possession. Draco felt uncomfortable with the intimacy at first, but soon he was matching Harry’s moans with his own and held on tightly, wrapped around his lover with all four limbs. They stared into each other’s eyes, feeding off of the emotions they saw there.

“Draco,” Harry panted. “Want you so much…never knew…”

Draco licked his lips and nodded. “Yes, so fucking good…”

Harry’s hips picked up speed and he slid in and out of Draco faster and faster, angling his thrusts until Draco cried out in unmistakable pleasure. “There, baby?”

“Yes…yes…fuck, don’t ever stop!” Draco cried. His body was on fire, inside and out. His cock was hard as steel again, and rubbing pleasantly against Harry’s slippery abdomen. He knew he could come again, just like this, if Harry’s cock would just keep touching that spot, just…a little…

“Fuck!” Draco nearly screamed. His balls tightened and his cock quivered. Hot spurts of semen made patterns in the water. Draco couldn’t see what they looked like; he’d come with his eyes still on Harry’s as though he was under a spell. The animal lust he saw reflected there nearly sent him over the edge again.

“Coming, lover…coming in your fucking sexy arse!” Harry grunted, then cried out and thrust erratically into Draco’s passage. When he was spent he finally broke the eye contact and dropped his head onto Draco’s shoulder. He continued holding the blond tightly, and Draco found he wasn’t in the mood to unwind himself just yet.

“Draco…” Harry’s voice was hoarse. “That was incredible.”

“Yes,” Draco replied quietly. He had no idea how he was supposed to react. What they’d had in the afternoon had been hot, and spontaneous, and very nice. This…this was something different all together.

“I’m going to let go of you now, all right?”

“Oh.” Draco was disappointed. “All right, then.”

Harry released his hold and Draco let his legs float away and sink to the floor of the bath. He dropped his arms and let Harry move away to lean on the side of the tub beside him.

“Thank you,” Harry offered.

Draco glanced sideways at him. “Um…sure.”

“Maybe you’re more of a bottom than you think, huh?”

Draco bristled. “Whatever, Potter. Consider yourself lucky, because I’m not coming near you again.” He lifted himself out of the tub.

“Hey, wait.” Harry followed him to the towels. “I didn’t mean to offend you. I just meant…it was really, really good.”

“Of course it was. I was involved,” Draco shot back arrogantly. “No matter. We’re done here.”

“Draco!” Harry grabbed his arm. “Damn you, will you stop the bullshit act and admit that you felt something in there?”

“I don’t know what you’re –“

“Yes you do! This afternoon you took me by surprise. I’d never thought of you that way before, but now I can’t get you out of my head. I had to see if you’d show up tonight, and I had to see if you felt anything like I did.”

“That’s all very sentimental, Potter, but it was just a couple of fucks, all right? We’re just two perverts who enjoy shagging in public bathing facilities. That’s all.” He pulled on his pants and trousers.

“At least he finally admits to being a pervert,” Harry muttered. “You’re only lying to yourself, Draco. I saw your eyes when I was inside you – you felt something. I know you did.”

“Yes. I felt your adequately sized cock in my arse. For the first and last time, I’ll remind you.” Draco buttoned his shirt quickly with shaking hands.

“Fine.” Harry’s shoulders slumped in defeat. “I can’t make you admit anything, but I know you felt what I did. You don’t always have to be the uncaring Slytherin, you know.”

“No?” Draco spat and shoved Harry suddenly. “What the fuck do you know about it? Or about me? Nothing, that’s what. You don’t know anything at all about me. You think you’re so bloody perfect, with your self-righteous Gryffindor attitude, but you don’t know me at all.” He punctuated his last few words by jabbing his finger repeatedly into Harry’s bare chest.

“Draco –“

“Shut up! You want to talk about feelings? Fine! How would you feel if you knew your father would kill you if he knew you were a queer? How would you feel if you were expected to follow a maniac just because your father had the bright idea to serve him? How would you feel if you were doomed to an arranged marriage just to carry on your family name, no matter what you want? How about those feelings, Potter?” Draco’s face was red and he was shouting.

“All right. I’m sorry.” Harry touched Draco’s shoulder tentatively.

“It was just a fuck, Potter. A good fuck, I’ll admit, but just a fuck. Leave it at that, and leave me alone.” Draco grabbed his things and stumbled to the door. Wordlessly Harry moved his wand and released the locking charm, and watched as Draco walked out.

Draco walked back to his dorm quickly, trembling with fury. How dare he? Fucking Potter! All Draco had wanted was some meaningless sex, and Potter has to turn it into some fucking Hufflepuff proclamation of love. As if a Malfoy could ever love a Potter.

It was ridiculous.

Draco decided that no matter how nice it may have been, he’d be sticking to Slytherins in the future. At least they could separate sex and emotion.

As he tossed and turned in his bed, Draco cursed Potter’s arse – who knew the damn thing could cause so many problems?