Quidditch

By AuraAuthor

I never knew that I like a man in uniform until he walked back into our dorm after a quidditch practice. His hair was wet with sweat and hanging loosely over his eyes. His jersey was muddy along the hem and a streak of mud was swiped along his back like someone had grabbed for him. He had a smear of mud along his neck where he had wiped his own hand. And even though he was filthy he was the hottest thing I had ever seen.

He propped his broom up in the corner of our common room and strolled leisurely over to the sofa where I was sitting. He leaned down and kissed me gently, only touching me with his lips. "I'm gonna hit the showers Granger then we can go grab dinner in the great hall, yeah?"

I smiled at him. "Sounds good," I said with a laugh. "You look like you rolled in a mud puddle on the pitch."

"Thank Nott for that love," he said with a frown. "He tried to pull a Potter and it ended up with me catching him and dragging him through the mud. I still caught the snitch though," he shrugged.

"Go get cleaned up. I'll wait for you here," I said and turned back to my book.

He smiled at me and I watched him leave the room pulling his jersey over his head and revealing a large expanse of muscular back to me as he went. I clenched my thighs together with the sudden heat that developed. We were still learning each other and while I knew he would have been perfectly fine with us shagging like rabbits, he had given me my space to learn what I liked. He was a patient man and I was grateful, but the fact that we hadn't had sex in two weeks was suddenly glaring me in the face.

I closed my book and listened as he turned on the shower. He moaned as the hot water hit him and that was my undoing. I went into my bedroom and stripped before strolling casually into our shared bath. I opened the door to the shower and walked in hoping that I appeared more confident than I felt. Draco's backside was too me as he allowed the warm water to run over his sore muscles. My eyes were drawn temporarily to his arse and I licked my lips with the vision of my nails digging into those arse cheeks as he thrust into me over and over.

"Granger?" he questioned, turning to face me.

His cock was rising slowly to attention and his silver eyes were staring at me questioningly. I cupped his sac gently with one hand and I used the other to move back and forth over his shaft. "I never realized how attracted I am to a man in uniform," I said enticingly.

"Don't tell me you are a quidditch groupie," he growled before lifting me and wrapping my legs around his waist. "Mine better be the only uniform you are checking out," he said as he thrust into me quickly.

We were late for dinner, but neither one of us cared.

~FIN~