Best Time of the Day
Title: Best Time of the Day
Rating: NC17
Genre: Smut
Length: 1630
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Harry had never pissed on anyone but himself, until Malfoy barged through the locked hotel room.
Warning: watersports, pwp
The best time of the day was early in the morning when he had just woken up and his bladder was pulsating with the need to piss. Sometimes he would wank off just to the feeling before pissing. Other times he would climb in the shower and let the hot liquid dribble down his legs and pool at his feet. Then he would wank.
Of course, that had to pretty much come to a stop when he set out to look for Horcruxes with Ron and Hermione. Somehow, doing that in cheep hotel rooms didn't do it for him. Plus there was always the likely scenario that Ron or Hermione would find out about his...perversion.
Which was why, when Ron and Hermione traveled to the library (so they said), Harry headed to the corner store for lemonade. That always managed to make him piss in record time. Pissing had grown on him. Or he had become addicted to it, to the feel. He hadn't done it in a month and was willing to pass over the whole crappy hotel problem to fulfill his craving.
One, two, three, four bottles of lemonade just in case. Lemonade made his bladder full the fastest. It passed right through the system. Cradling the bottles in his arms, Harry whirled around to find a cashier, but he collided with another body and the bottles flung to the floor.
"Watch where the bloody hell you're going, Potter!" a snide voice bit. "Potter?"
Harry stopped scrambling for his bottles and looked up. Draco Malfoy, wanted by the Ministry and Order, was standing right in front of him, face in alarm. Malfoy must have realized just what Harry did because a cool mask fell over his face. Silently he kicked the last lemonade bottle at him. Harry picked it up and rose. Should he turn Malfoy in? How would he go about doing that? It would ruin his pissing time.
Knowing he shouldn't, Harry walked away, to the cashier. It wasn't until he was on his second bottle and walking down the crumbled sidewalk that he realized Malfoy was following him. Did he want to be in Azkaban?
"Drink that any faster and you won't make it to the loo," Malfoy said, striding faster to walk beside him.
Harry clamped his teeth together. "That's the plan," he hissed. Malfoy raised one elegant eyebrow but there was a soft twang in Harry's stomach and he smiled.
There was silence as Harry picked up his pace. He finished the second bottle and tossed it in the nearest trash bin. He could feel it already. He hadn't needed the other two. Oh well. Stopping short outside the hotel Harry checked his watch. It'd been forty minutes since Ron and Hermione left. He still had time. Now to get rid of Malfoy fast.
"Here." Harry shoved the remaining bottles in Malfoy's arms and opened the door. He raced up the stairs and slammed the door behind him. He really should at least let someone know Malfoy was in the general area. That would have to wait until after.
Trousers fell to the floor, belt still in the loops, when a knock sounded. Bugger! "Go away, Malfoy! What's wrong with you? I'll turn you in."
A pause and then, "Why don't you?"
"I'm busy." His shirt joined his trousers. The doorknob rattled, and Harry grinned. Locks were love. He flopped on the bed, deciding the loo could wait. Squeezing his half-hard cock through his pants, his mouth dropped open. God, he could really feel in now. Everything was building up, begging for release. A quick squeeze and a drop dribbled out. He didn't have strong bladder control. He should move it to the loo before it releases on the bed.
The door opened. Harry's hand stopped mid-stroke. How the?
"I'll say you're busy," Malfoy said after a moment. He looked smug. Harry couldn't move. Then Malfoy shut the door with a soft click, locked the door, and pocketed his wand. "If you wanted privacy put up a locking spell."
Malfoy walked closer and Harry panicked momentarily. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if Malfoy took him to Voldemort in only pants? The bed sagged as Malfoy climbed onto the end. Harry sat up with a snap, removing his hand away from his cock. Why hadn't he moved it before?
"Oh, no, Potter," Malfoy purred. "Don't let me distract you. Continue."
Harry gaped. What -- was -- Malfoy's insane. Suddenly Malfoy's tongue was in his mouth and...maybe he wasn't so insane. He couldn't help the moan that escaped him as Malfoy lowered him on his back. His cock starting to become hard with arousal.
Malfoy practically quivered when Harry slipped his hands down Malfoy's pants to cup his arsecheeks. Harry flipped them over, wanting to grind down, not up. Malfoy protested for a bit but then Harry swiped his finger accidentally over his hole and he willingly went.
Fumbling and rough kisses then Harry's pants and all of Malfoy's clothes were hanging off the side of the bed. In the process Malfoy's pointy elbow dug into Harry's stomach, making his need to piss overwhelm his arousal.
"Nug, loo," Harry got out before Malfoy's tongue was back in his mouth. Harry leaned into it, mind hazed over with sensations and the need to bloody piss soon. Malfoy's skin was so white, pale, as Harry trailed his tan fingers over it. What would it look like to piss on that? To watch the yellow liquid splash onto milky white and roll off. He let out a low moan. He wasn't sure what was winning now: the need to piss or come.
Malfoy's teeth clamped on Harry's lips the same time his hands closed on Harry's cock. Harry jumped in surprise, untensing, and that was all it took. It turned out pissing won. It shot out fast, hitting right below Malfoy's belly-button. Little droplets flung everywhere, his chest, Harry's stomach, arms. It rolled off onto the greying sheets, turning them yellow. Oh, God.
Malfoy's hands fell off his cock instantly, making the spray move lower, onto the hair directly above his cock. "What are you doing?" he shrieked, wiggling out from under Harry. But then the piss was hitting the head of his cock, running down the underside and between his arsecrack. Harry dropped his head on Malfoy's shoulder from the sight of it. "Oh, shit it tingles," Malfoy moaned, voice husky. "Don't stop."
Harry clutched the pillow in his fists. "Then don't talk," he grunted, trying to piss through his stronger arousal. He couldn't do it. The steady stream died off and Harry was left huffing against milky skin. He cracked his eyes open then whimpered at the sight. Malfoy reached a hand down into the urine on his thighs. One swipe and then he used that hand to push Harry onto his back. It felt so much better having someone else's hand smear it than his own.
"Shesh, Potter. You're a pervert." He straddled Harry's hips and wiped more urine off, this time smearing it over Harry's cock, paying special attention to the head.
The smell was filling his head. Harry could only manage, between thrusts of his hip, a weak, "You didn't want me to stop."
"But you did." He seemed satisfied as he sat up more and pressed down on Harry's cock. Harry's eyes widened. Didn't blokes need to use something to ease entry?
"I don't think using piss cuts it," Harry gasped. Malfoy grinned and muttered, "I like it rough," then thrust down in one swift movement. They both let out a howl.
Malfoy didn't move for the longest time, just sitting there, a cock sheathed in him, head lowered and deep breaths blowing hair away from his face. Harry was trying not to move and waiting for the hotel manager to find out who was killing who.
Then Malfoy's head rose and he smirked. He rotated. Harry bucked up, spurring Malfoy into bouncing. After a bit Harry's cock was leaving Malfoy's body before being slammed back in. Harry sunk his teeth into the inside of his cheeks and stroked Malfoy's cock. It was still wet with piss. Harry pressed his head into the pillow and arched his back, curling his fingers around Malfoy's cock. He came loudly, the feel of his own piss sliding through his fingers.
He must have squeezed harder than he thought because Malfoy shoved down one, twice, and was shooting come over Harry's stomach, making it mingle with the piss that had dripped off Malfoy's body.
Harry slipped out when Malfoy moved to lie beside him on the small bed. They both panted, Harry wondering if Malfoy would let him drink those remaining two lemonade bottles, wherever they were, and then piss again. Or maybe Malfoy could drink them this time.
Malfoy shifted and Harry opened his mouth to ask when Malfoy said, "So, are you turning me in?"
Harry closed his eyes. So much for the moment. Now he didn't want to move. "I'm supposed to, aren't I?"
Malfoy sighed. "That's okay." He hesitated. "I'm supposed to make you feel sorry for me then lure you to the Dark Lord."
"Oh." Harry moved to lean back on his elbows. He looked down at Malfoy, who had one arm tossed above his head. His eyes were open and staring right back at Harry. "How does all that make me feel sorry for you?"
Malfoy shrugged carelessly. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh, dragging one finger through the evaporating piss. "I'll leave soon... This never happened."
"Never," Harry agreed. He slid his fingers through the damp hair at Malfoy's cock, loving the feel. It may not have happened but he would never forget it.
Rating: NC17
Genre: Smut
Length: 1630
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Harry had never pissed on anyone but himself, until Malfoy barged through the locked hotel room.
Warning: watersports, pwp
The best time of the day was early in the morning when he had just woken up and his bladder was pulsating with the need to piss. Sometimes he would wank off just to the feeling before pissing. Other times he would climb in the shower and let the hot liquid dribble down his legs and pool at his feet. Then he would wank.
Of course, that had to pretty much come to a stop when he set out to look for Horcruxes with Ron and Hermione. Somehow, doing that in cheep hotel rooms didn't do it for him. Plus there was always the likely scenario that Ron or Hermione would find out about his...perversion.
Which was why, when Ron and Hermione traveled to the library (so they said), Harry headed to the corner store for lemonade. That always managed to make him piss in record time. Pissing had grown on him. Or he had become addicted to it, to the feel. He hadn't done it in a month and was willing to pass over the whole crappy hotel problem to fulfill his craving.
One, two, three, four bottles of lemonade just in case. Lemonade made his bladder full the fastest. It passed right through the system. Cradling the bottles in his arms, Harry whirled around to find a cashier, but he collided with another body and the bottles flung to the floor.
"Watch where the bloody hell you're going, Potter!" a snide voice bit. "Potter?"
Harry stopped scrambling for his bottles and looked up. Draco Malfoy, wanted by the Ministry and Order, was standing right in front of him, face in alarm. Malfoy must have realized just what Harry did because a cool mask fell over his face. Silently he kicked the last lemonade bottle at him. Harry picked it up and rose. Should he turn Malfoy in? How would he go about doing that? It would ruin his pissing time.
Knowing he shouldn't, Harry walked away, to the cashier. It wasn't until he was on his second bottle and walking down the crumbled sidewalk that he realized Malfoy was following him. Did he want to be in Azkaban?
"Drink that any faster and you won't make it to the loo," Malfoy said, striding faster to walk beside him.
Harry clamped his teeth together. "That's the plan," he hissed. Malfoy raised one elegant eyebrow but there was a soft twang in Harry's stomach and he smiled.
There was silence as Harry picked up his pace. He finished the second bottle and tossed it in the nearest trash bin. He could feel it already. He hadn't needed the other two. Oh well. Stopping short outside the hotel Harry checked his watch. It'd been forty minutes since Ron and Hermione left. He still had time. Now to get rid of Malfoy fast.
"Here." Harry shoved the remaining bottles in Malfoy's arms and opened the door. He raced up the stairs and slammed the door behind him. He really should at least let someone know Malfoy was in the general area. That would have to wait until after.
Trousers fell to the floor, belt still in the loops, when a knock sounded. Bugger! "Go away, Malfoy! What's wrong with you? I'll turn you in."
A pause and then, "Why don't you?"
"I'm busy." His shirt joined his trousers. The doorknob rattled, and Harry grinned. Locks were love. He flopped on the bed, deciding the loo could wait. Squeezing his half-hard cock through his pants, his mouth dropped open. God, he could really feel in now. Everything was building up, begging for release. A quick squeeze and a drop dribbled out. He didn't have strong bladder control. He should move it to the loo before it releases on the bed.
The door opened. Harry's hand stopped mid-stroke. How the?
"I'll say you're busy," Malfoy said after a moment. He looked smug. Harry couldn't move. Then Malfoy shut the door with a soft click, locked the door, and pocketed his wand. "If you wanted privacy put up a locking spell."
Malfoy walked closer and Harry panicked momentarily. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if Malfoy took him to Voldemort in only pants? The bed sagged as Malfoy climbed onto the end. Harry sat up with a snap, removing his hand away from his cock. Why hadn't he moved it before?
"Oh, no, Potter," Malfoy purred. "Don't let me distract you. Continue."
Harry gaped. What -- was -- Malfoy's insane. Suddenly Malfoy's tongue was in his mouth and...maybe he wasn't so insane. He couldn't help the moan that escaped him as Malfoy lowered him on his back. His cock starting to become hard with arousal.
Malfoy practically quivered when Harry slipped his hands down Malfoy's pants to cup his arsecheeks. Harry flipped them over, wanting to grind down, not up. Malfoy protested for a bit but then Harry swiped his finger accidentally over his hole and he willingly went.
Fumbling and rough kisses then Harry's pants and all of Malfoy's clothes were hanging off the side of the bed. In the process Malfoy's pointy elbow dug into Harry's stomach, making his need to piss overwhelm his arousal.
"Nug, loo," Harry got out before Malfoy's tongue was back in his mouth. Harry leaned into it, mind hazed over with sensations and the need to bloody piss soon. Malfoy's skin was so white, pale, as Harry trailed his tan fingers over it. What would it look like to piss on that? To watch the yellow liquid splash onto milky white and roll off. He let out a low moan. He wasn't sure what was winning now: the need to piss or come.
Malfoy's teeth clamped on Harry's lips the same time his hands closed on Harry's cock. Harry jumped in surprise, untensing, and that was all it took. It turned out pissing won. It shot out fast, hitting right below Malfoy's belly-button. Little droplets flung everywhere, his chest, Harry's stomach, arms. It rolled off onto the greying sheets, turning them yellow. Oh, God.
Malfoy's hands fell off his cock instantly, making the spray move lower, onto the hair directly above his cock. "What are you doing?" he shrieked, wiggling out from under Harry. But then the piss was hitting the head of his cock, running down the underside and between his arsecrack. Harry dropped his head on Malfoy's shoulder from the sight of it. "Oh, shit it tingles," Malfoy moaned, voice husky. "Don't stop."
Harry clutched the pillow in his fists. "Then don't talk," he grunted, trying to piss through his stronger arousal. He couldn't do it. The steady stream died off and Harry was left huffing against milky skin. He cracked his eyes open then whimpered at the sight. Malfoy reached a hand down into the urine on his thighs. One swipe and then he used that hand to push Harry onto his back. It felt so much better having someone else's hand smear it than his own.
"Shesh, Potter. You're a pervert." He straddled Harry's hips and wiped more urine off, this time smearing it over Harry's cock, paying special attention to the head.
The smell was filling his head. Harry could only manage, between thrusts of his hip, a weak, "You didn't want me to stop."
"But you did." He seemed satisfied as he sat up more and pressed down on Harry's cock. Harry's eyes widened. Didn't blokes need to use something to ease entry?
"I don't think using piss cuts it," Harry gasped. Malfoy grinned and muttered, "I like it rough," then thrust down in one swift movement. They both let out a howl.
Malfoy didn't move for the longest time, just sitting there, a cock sheathed in him, head lowered and deep breaths blowing hair away from his face. Harry was trying not to move and waiting for the hotel manager to find out who was killing who.
Then Malfoy's head rose and he smirked. He rotated. Harry bucked up, spurring Malfoy into bouncing. After a bit Harry's cock was leaving Malfoy's body before being slammed back in. Harry sunk his teeth into the inside of his cheeks and stroked Malfoy's cock. It was still wet with piss. Harry pressed his head into the pillow and arched his back, curling his fingers around Malfoy's cock. He came loudly, the feel of his own piss sliding through his fingers.
He must have squeezed harder than he thought because Malfoy shoved down one, twice, and was shooting come over Harry's stomach, making it mingle with the piss that had dripped off Malfoy's body.
Harry slipped out when Malfoy moved to lie beside him on the small bed. They both panted, Harry wondering if Malfoy would let him drink those remaining two lemonade bottles, wherever they were, and then piss again. Or maybe Malfoy could drink them this time.
Malfoy shifted and Harry opened his mouth to ask when Malfoy said, "So, are you turning me in?"
Harry closed his eyes. So much for the moment. Now he didn't want to move. "I'm supposed to, aren't I?"
Malfoy sighed. "That's okay." He hesitated. "I'm supposed to make you feel sorry for me then lure you to the Dark Lord."
"Oh." Harry moved to lean back on his elbows. He looked down at Malfoy, who had one arm tossed above his head. His eyes were open and staring right back at Harry. "How does all that make me feel sorry for you?"
Malfoy shrugged carelessly. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh, dragging one finger through the evaporating piss. "I'll leave soon... This never happened."
"Never," Harry agreed. He slid his fingers through the damp hair at Malfoy's cock, loving the feel. It may not have happened but he would never forget it.