Harry had somehow left his wand in the quidditch changing rooms and had the surprise of his life when he went to retrieve it.
He found Draco Malfoy still showering, Harry had suspected that everyone had been finished hours ago but no, he should have known that Draco would want to take his time.
Harry knew he was gay, he'd known since fourth year when Draco pretended to be a dementor and Harry silently thought to himself that if all dementors looked like that he really wouldn't mind going to Azkaban.
Harry, for some unknown reason, felt an inexplicable urge to burst into that shower stall and suck Draco's cock until he begged for mercy. he knew he could do it, he'd left countless muggle men practically chocking merely from getting their cock sucked by him. but he'd never done it to Draco Malfoy.
It was the last term of Eighth year and Harry reasoned with himself, "Why the fuck not?" he thought, "You're never gonna get another opportunity like this!"
And so he did.
He remained fully clothed as he walked into Malfoys shower cubicle, dropped to his knees before Malfoy could protest of his barging in, took his cock into his mouth and gave him the best blow job he would likely ever have, and the best orgasm as well judging from the amount of cum that he swallowed down once he was finished.
Harry starts by kissing the head of his dick and feels Darcos stomach muscles tense beneath his fingers, then he moves down to the underside with the tip of his tongue making Draco shiver. He moves up and down the shaft with a series of light, gentle kisses before licking the rest. Draco's moaning and groaning like an animal has Harry revels in the brilliant taste of his penis, Harry feels every vein, texture, throb — all of it as he takes it all in his mouth and grabs his balls in his hand, eliciting another moan of appreciation from the other boy, licking his head, shaft, balls, and taint before his cock once again takes residence in Harry's mouth. Harry hums around Draco's cock causing Draco to curl his toes and fist his hands in Harry's hair. Harry smirks around his penis as he feels Draco reach his climax and he comes, shooting spurt after spurt of cum down Harry's eager throat.
When he was done he stood up and made to leave when Malfoy grabbed his now soaking sleave "What the was that for Potter?" He snapped,
"You're welcome Malfoy." Harry said rolling his eyes.
"No, Potter. I'm serious, why did you do that?" His eyes narrowed as though he was expecting a catch.
"Oh please, Malfoy. I've been aching to suck your gorgeous cock since fourth year, walking in here while you were the only one here, and already naked, was to perfect an opportunity to turn down." Harry didn't even blush.
Draco gaped at him, he had some nerve, "Since fourth year?!" he double checked incredulous and Harry nodded, "Jesus we've wasted so much time dancing around each other." Harry snorted and nodded again.
"What d'you say we make up for lost time? Quidditch bleachers at 10:00?"
"Sure. See you there."
And boy, did they make up for lost time...