Shower Porn
Title: Untitled Shower Porn
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: H/D
Authors: the5thmarauder & eiranea
Authors' Notes: Follows on from Chicken
"I think it's time we left." Draco said, glancing around the bar at the distinctly unwelcome looks they were getting. Look at the state that they were both in he added; "Maybe you'd better come back with me. You can shower before you go back to the Burrow."
Harry was about to disagree when he remembered that Ron and the twins knew that he'd gone for a drink with Draco. If he came back dishevelled they would assume the worst.
"Maybe I should."
Draco smirked softly to himself. "Are you alright to Apparate?"
The nod Harry gave was more than eager enough; the couple nearest the bar were exchanging dark looks with each other as Draco brushed Harry's wrist with his fingertips.
He got out his wand and seconds later they stood, shadowed by a cloak stand in the dim hallway of Draco's flat.
"You can't just apparate from a Muggle bar, Draco." Harry said as he got his balance.
"They'll all think that they were imagining it, or that they were drunk, or something. Don't worry about it Potter." Harry winced at the scathing tone in Draco's voice.
"Shower's that way." Draco told him, pointing vaguely down the hall, "Towels in the cupboard, help yourself."
And with that he disappeared into another room leaving Harry standing alone by the door, bemused and slightly hurt at Draco's blunt manner. He regrets it, doesn't he?
The corridor was dark; a flicker of light from a car outside illuminated the hall once, before plundging it back into darkness. Harry rubbed his arm slowly before setting off in the direction Draco had told him to follow.
He'd never been in Draco's flat before; it was a suprise, now that he was here, to see how very different it was to his imagination. The whole place ommited a lack of consideration, of care.
The light for the bathroom was just inside of the door. Harry flicked the switch and took a moment to admire the soft hints of opulance in the decoration, before searching for the towels.
In the room beyond, no sound of Draco could be heard.
It took him only a moment to find the towels, a stack of huge fluffy white ones that matched perfectly with the black and white decor of the room. For a moment he was tempted to lock the door, but he shrugged the thought off.
Dropping the towel on the floor near the shower he pulled his shirt off, leaving it in a pile by the wall, closely followed by the rest of his clothes.
Pausing a moment before he got in the shower, he listened for sounds of Draco moving around, but the flat was silent enough that he could have been the only person there. With a sigh he turned the water up as hot as he could stand and got in the shower.
The water pummeled his skin making it red in an instant, gloriously soothing out the knots in his back. He rubbed his skin raw, blushing as he cleaned himself off from the bar. He still couldn't believe it, Draco's challenge, and the way he had excepted it.
But by Godric, Draco did look good on his knees. Harry shivered, his hand subconciously moving the soap lower. He rolled his head back, enjoying the way the water skimmed his neck as he arched it, the way it ran through his hair making the stands heavy and easy to style. In the back of his mind, he could imagine Draco standing here, every morning. Even his scent could be smelt on the flannel and soap.
Harry's hand began to move.
Slowly at first, only letting his hand ghost across his skin. He let his mind drift back to the bar, back to the feel of Malfoy's mouth around his cock, and the silky feel of Draco's cock against his palm.
Almost unconciously he found that the movement of his hand was speeding up, building the friction, warming his body.
With his eyes closed he could almost imagine that it was Draco's hand against his cock, not his own, and he stroked harder. Breath catching slightly in his throat.
He was almost there, almost at the peak, when, through the haze of his arousal, he heard a slight creak from a floorboard beyond the door.
At least, he had thought he had heard something, but when his eyes blinked open, his mouth parted in a breath of suprise, he saw nothing beyond. His cheeks flushed with the realisation that he may have been caught but his hand was still moving steadily on his cock.
"You should have learnt this evening that I'm good with invisibility spells.
Harry slipped back into the tiled wall behind him, heart beating frantically as Draco's lithe figure appeared outside the glass door of the shower. He pressed as far back into the corner as he could, as Draco slipped into the shower.
"There's room for two," murmured Draco as Harry bucked away from the icy cold tiles. Draco's hand crept up Harry's side, thumb brushing the soft, wet skin.
"Need any help?"
For at least the second time that evening Harry didn't know what to say. This Draco that was standing before him now was certainly not the Draco that he remembered from school. But then it wasn't as though either of them had even the other a chance back then.
It wasn't the past that he should have been thinking about just then, his mind should have been in the here and now. Should have been on the hand that was curled around his hip, the mouth that was even now nibbling along the line of his jaw.
Suddenly caught up in a haze of lust he reached for Draco, pulling the other boy's water-slicked body close against his own, before turning to meet Draco's mouth with a kiss.
Draco's tongue demanded enterance as he pushed Harry against the wall, keeping him pressed against it, despite the cold, by flattening his body against Harry's
The delerium that Harry had was even greater than that in the bar. Their slick skin slid across each other, hands finding hold on anything they could as they fought, kisses their ammunition. Harry moaned, just a little, as Draco's thin fingers slid through his wet hair, thumbs holding loose fringe away from eyes as he kissed him slowly.
Nose touching nose, hot breath mingling, Draco moved his hand between their bodies and took both of their cocks in his hand, fisting them slow and steady, the friction of muscle against muscle gloriously sweet in it's debauchery.
Harry's hips bucked as his vision blurred, and then he was coming over Draco's hand. His knees gave as he slid down, landing in an undignified heap at Draco's feet.
When his vision cleared he looked up to meet the other's strong grey gaze. Lazily he reached up, pulling Draco down so that the other boy was sat beside him, then he leaned over and took Draco's still hard cock in his hand. Water slicked the skin beneath his fingers and he squeezed slightly hard to increase the friction.
Beside him Draco moaned, whispering Harry's name so quietly that he could hardly hear it over the water.
Harry frowned before fidgeting closer to gain better access to Draco's cock. Draco's head was rested casually against the glass behind him, his neck open and exposed. As gently as he could, Harry bit the skin teasingly, eyes open, watching Draco from the side as his own eyes opened with interest. His fine eyelashes were lined with water droplets, like beads on lace, as he blinked at Harry and returned his kiss.
They remained like that for a minute or two, Harry increasing the speed of his hand on Draco's erection, their kisses growing more intense, until Draco's body went stiff and he let a breath of release escape his lips, between their kiss.
"What a good way to start my victory," he laughed softly as his body relaxed under the torrent of water from above. Harry chuckled, his eyes meeting Draco's for a moment, before looking away.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: H/D
Authors: the5thmarauder & eiranea
Authors' Notes: Follows on from Chicken
"I think it's time we left." Draco said, glancing around the bar at the distinctly unwelcome looks they were getting. Look at the state that they were both in he added; "Maybe you'd better come back with me. You can shower before you go back to the Burrow."
Harry was about to disagree when he remembered that Ron and the twins knew that he'd gone for a drink with Draco. If he came back dishevelled they would assume the worst.
"Maybe I should."
Draco smirked softly to himself. "Are you alright to Apparate?"
The nod Harry gave was more than eager enough; the couple nearest the bar were exchanging dark looks with each other as Draco brushed Harry's wrist with his fingertips.
He got out his wand and seconds later they stood, shadowed by a cloak stand in the dim hallway of Draco's flat.
"You can't just apparate from a Muggle bar, Draco." Harry said as he got his balance.
"They'll all think that they were imagining it, or that they were drunk, or something. Don't worry about it Potter." Harry winced at the scathing tone in Draco's voice.
"Shower's that way." Draco told him, pointing vaguely down the hall, "Towels in the cupboard, help yourself."
And with that he disappeared into another room leaving Harry standing alone by the door, bemused and slightly hurt at Draco's blunt manner. He regrets it, doesn't he?
The corridor was dark; a flicker of light from a car outside illuminated the hall once, before plundging it back into darkness. Harry rubbed his arm slowly before setting off in the direction Draco had told him to follow.
He'd never been in Draco's flat before; it was a suprise, now that he was here, to see how very different it was to his imagination. The whole place ommited a lack of consideration, of care.
The light for the bathroom was just inside of the door. Harry flicked the switch and took a moment to admire the soft hints of opulance in the decoration, before searching for the towels.
In the room beyond, no sound of Draco could be heard.
It took him only a moment to find the towels, a stack of huge fluffy white ones that matched perfectly with the black and white decor of the room. For a moment he was tempted to lock the door, but he shrugged the thought off.
Dropping the towel on the floor near the shower he pulled his shirt off, leaving it in a pile by the wall, closely followed by the rest of his clothes.
Pausing a moment before he got in the shower, he listened for sounds of Draco moving around, but the flat was silent enough that he could have been the only person there. With a sigh he turned the water up as hot as he could stand and got in the shower.
The water pummeled his skin making it red in an instant, gloriously soothing out the knots in his back. He rubbed his skin raw, blushing as he cleaned himself off from the bar. He still couldn't believe it, Draco's challenge, and the way he had excepted it.
But by Godric, Draco did look good on his knees. Harry shivered, his hand subconciously moving the soap lower. He rolled his head back, enjoying the way the water skimmed his neck as he arched it, the way it ran through his hair making the stands heavy and easy to style. In the back of his mind, he could imagine Draco standing here, every morning. Even his scent could be smelt on the flannel and soap.
Harry's hand began to move.
Slowly at first, only letting his hand ghost across his skin. He let his mind drift back to the bar, back to the feel of Malfoy's mouth around his cock, and the silky feel of Draco's cock against his palm.
Almost unconciously he found that the movement of his hand was speeding up, building the friction, warming his body.
With his eyes closed he could almost imagine that it was Draco's hand against his cock, not his own, and he stroked harder. Breath catching slightly in his throat.
He was almost there, almost at the peak, when, through the haze of his arousal, he heard a slight creak from a floorboard beyond the door.
At least, he had thought he had heard something, but when his eyes blinked open, his mouth parted in a breath of suprise, he saw nothing beyond. His cheeks flushed with the realisation that he may have been caught but his hand was still moving steadily on his cock.
"You should have learnt this evening that I'm good with invisibility spells.
Harry slipped back into the tiled wall behind him, heart beating frantically as Draco's lithe figure appeared outside the glass door of the shower. He pressed as far back into the corner as he could, as Draco slipped into the shower.
"There's room for two," murmured Draco as Harry bucked away from the icy cold tiles. Draco's hand crept up Harry's side, thumb brushing the soft, wet skin.
"Need any help?"
For at least the second time that evening Harry didn't know what to say. This Draco that was standing before him now was certainly not the Draco that he remembered from school. But then it wasn't as though either of them had even the other a chance back then.
It wasn't the past that he should have been thinking about just then, his mind should have been in the here and now. Should have been on the hand that was curled around his hip, the mouth that was even now nibbling along the line of his jaw.
Suddenly caught up in a haze of lust he reached for Draco, pulling the other boy's water-slicked body close against his own, before turning to meet Draco's mouth with a kiss.
Draco's tongue demanded enterance as he pushed Harry against the wall, keeping him pressed against it, despite the cold, by flattening his body against Harry's
The delerium that Harry had was even greater than that in the bar. Their slick skin slid across each other, hands finding hold on anything they could as they fought, kisses their ammunition. Harry moaned, just a little, as Draco's thin fingers slid through his wet hair, thumbs holding loose fringe away from eyes as he kissed him slowly.
Nose touching nose, hot breath mingling, Draco moved his hand between their bodies and took both of their cocks in his hand, fisting them slow and steady, the friction of muscle against muscle gloriously sweet in it's debauchery.
Harry's hips bucked as his vision blurred, and then he was coming over Draco's hand. His knees gave as he slid down, landing in an undignified heap at Draco's feet.
When his vision cleared he looked up to meet the other's strong grey gaze. Lazily he reached up, pulling Draco down so that the other boy was sat beside him, then he leaned over and took Draco's still hard cock in his hand. Water slicked the skin beneath his fingers and he squeezed slightly hard to increase the friction.
Beside him Draco moaned, whispering Harry's name so quietly that he could hardly hear it over the water.
Harry frowned before fidgeting closer to gain better access to Draco's cock. Draco's head was rested casually against the glass behind him, his neck open and exposed. As gently as he could, Harry bit the skin teasingly, eyes open, watching Draco from the side as his own eyes opened with interest. His fine eyelashes were lined with water droplets, like beads on lace, as he blinked at Harry and returned his kiss.
They remained like that for a minute or two, Harry increasing the speed of his hand on Draco's erection, their kisses growing more intense, until Draco's body went stiff and he let a breath of release escape his lips, between their kiss.
"What a good way to start my victory," he laughed softly as his body relaxed under the torrent of water from above. Harry chuckled, his eyes meeting Draco's for a moment, before looking away.