Migraine

“Get the fuck out of here, Malfoy!” Harry growled, turning away from the blonde that just entered and winced at the reverb coming back from the stone walls, sliding deeper into the lilac scented bubbles that filled the perfect's pool sized tub.

“Oh, not in a good mood, are you Potter?” Draco sneered, ghosting closer to the taps. Harry growled again and decided enough was enough. He hoisted himself up to the ledge, vacating the water. Immediately Draco moved to stand directly behind him.

“This is a perfect's bathroom, Potter. You have your own faculty quarters for this. If we were still in school, they'd dock points for this.” he said, staring down at the wincing brunette. Every word thundered through Harry's head like one hundred stone elves. Draco narrowed his eyes and raked them over the former Gryffindor.

“What is the matter with you?”

“I have a fucking migraine and if you don't leave now, I'm liable to hex your bits off!” Harry gritted out in a low, dangerous voice. Draco took a moment to appreciate the view of his fellow professor in soaked boxers before he reached down and grabbed him by the arm, tugging him backwards and forced him to the floor, where he promptly straddled the shocked man.

“W-what… hey! Gerroff!”

“So, you have a migraine? Would you like to know a secret, sneaky Slytherin trick to get rid of it?” Draco asked in a conversational tone, ignoring the little winces that followed his voice.

“I have a fool proof treatment, but noble Gryffindors such as yourself would hardly find it… acceptable.” Draco continued. He stared down at Harry with his head cocked slightly. Harry, being burdened with compromised mental faculties, glared up at the blonde, and rose to the bait.

"I can take whatever you dish out, Malfoy!” he declared. Draco swiftly raised his hand and threaded his fingers through the damp hair behind Harry's ears, who in turn flinched and raised his own to grab his rival's shirt. The brunette frowned in confusion. Draco leaned forward and whispered to Harry, his lips brushing ever so lightly against his ears.

“Well… it involves far less clothing, for starters.” Harry stiffened and then belatedly realized a portion of Draco was also stiffened, hard against his thigh.

“Wh-what?” came Harry's undignified squeak.

“You heard me. And I see I was right. You noble Gryffindors…” he said, shaking his head slightly. Harry was done. Done with playing polite in the corridors, pretending to smile at the staff table, done with Draco and his bullshit, cryptic, bullying mouth. He glared fiercely and rammed his hips upwards, grinding his own firm length against Draco's thigh. He didn't ask to be turned on by the body perched intimately atop him, but he'd gladly punish the young man who caused it.

“Merlin… shit” Draco swore lowly, underestimating the Defense professor.

“You better get on with that secret, sneaky Slytherin treatment before I show you exactly how much that can hurt.” Harry warned. Draco took a second to blink down at Harry in shock. Then he was a blur of motion, divesting Harry of his one remaining article of clothing before yanking off his own. Harry hissed softly at the jerky movements and the cold stone beneath his arse. He was taken aback by the Potions professor's frantic movements and desperate air.

“Have… have you… ever?” Draco lightly panted, settling down between Harry's legs after he parted them with a nudge. He glanced up to meet wary green eyes. After a moment, Harry shook his head no and swallowed heavily. A solemn look stole over Draco's face before he nodded and dipped his head down. Harry felt warm, moist air puff against his straining erection and he groaned. The groan turned deep and prolonged when Draco slipped the dark red head into his mouth and across his tongue.

“Oh bloody hell, Malfoy…” Harry gasped, arching into the warm cavern. Draco pulled away slowly, dragging his lips tightly along until the turgid flesh left his lips.

“It's Draco.” he whispered softly then bent back to the task, palming half and sucking the other. Slow pumps traveled up and down, slicking his palm and fingers before he trailed them down and under the taut sac.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…" Harry babbled, quivering uncontrollably when Draco circled the puckered ring of skin lightly with wet fingers. A particularly deep suck from Draco distracted Harry well enough that when the finger breached him harshly, all he could feel was the depth he was buried in the blonde's mouth, and a wracking jolt up his spine when Draco's finger twitched against his prostate.

“Aaah, shit, Malfoy. What… what was that?" He panted and Draco pulled away with an audible 'pop'.

“It's Draco.” he reiterated, pulling his finger out and plunging it back in repeatedly. Harry arched up and tried to ground himself on the intruding digit, eyes fluttering and finally closing, lashes black against the bright red of his blush.

“Merlin, more… please more…” he begged quietly, squirming down the moment he felt another finger brush his hole. A slight burning sensation preceded a stretching sensation as Draco further prepared his co-worker. Two digits became three and Harry was back to babbling obscenities and Draco remained uncharacteristically quiet.

“Oh bloody fuck…Merlin, harder! Shit, shit, shit." Harry chanted then groaned as the fingers were pulled away. He opened his mouth and eyes to berate the irritating turn of events and was struck quiet by the intensity of the silver eyes staring down at him. He stared back and barely flinched when the blunt tip of a slicked cock pressed against his loosened hole. Draco pressed further and broke through the ring of muscle, all the while keeping eye contact with the brunette. Harry gasped and his eyes unfocused, the slow glide of the hard length foreign and pleasurable enough that he temporarily stopped thinking. He started at Draco's low voice floating over to him.

"That… potion… was worth it…" he said, fully seated in the Gryffindor's body. Harry reveled in the full feeling and had trouble focusing on the words he heard. Eventually they filtered through and he blinked in confusion.

“What… potion?” he asked, groaning when Draco pulled out then rammed back home.

“The migraine... inducing potion I slipped into… your pumpkin juice tonight at… dinner.” he said and changed his angle slightly before slamming inside Harry once more. Whatever Harry's angry retort would have been was lost as his pleasure-filled voice echoed around the stone room. The Slytherin found his prostate again. Draco held back from speaking any more and used his breath to fuel his rapid pumping, dragging out more and more cries from Harry as he mercilessly battered the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Aaah! Oh fucking hell!” Harry voiced, clinging to the pistoning blonde tightly. A hand came down and grabbed his bobbing length, stroking in time. With one last strangled cry, Harry came in long, thick spurts across his stomach and Draco's glistening chest.

"Oh, damn, DRACO!" The brunette cried, collapsing against the rough stone. Harry's mouth was captured by a pair of warm, soft lips and a wet, questing tongue invaded forcefully. Draco plundered Harry's mouth with his own smothered cry leaking through their locked lips, his seed spilling deep with the convulsing channel. He slowly melted against Harry and continued the kiss as a more languid pace before Harry pulled away with a frown.

“You… set me up.” he accused softly.

“How else was I supposed to get you to agree to this? Your migraine is gone though, right?” Draco asked, burying his face against Harry's neck, a smirk firmly in place.

“Manipulative git.”

“Slytherin.”