Author's note: Written for my best friend's birthday. Feel the need to warn you, this fic will make references to urinating, but there will be no water play. Enjoy!
Harry entered the boy's bathroom, instantly noticed that Draco was already making use of one of the urinals, and chose one the furthest he could get from the blonde, while studiously not making eye contact. He was enough of a Gryffindor not to use a stall just to avoid the Slytherin – but he needed to pee a lot more than he needed an altercation with the blonde.
Eyes straight ahead, the sound of the blonde peeing not helping his need to go, his fingers went to his zipper and found it stuck. He gave it another tug, and another. Still stuck. He took a breath, calming himself and tried again. Still no luck.
The whirr of Draco's zipper filled the air. "Need some help over there, Potter?"
"No," he retorted, and tried tugging it harder.
The blonde was suddenly by his side. "Let me," he spoke, batting Harry's hands out of the way. His dextrous fingers soon had his boxers out of the teeth of his zipper, and had undone it. "You really should get boxers that fit," he remarked causally, tugging on the waistline enough for the brunet's cock to pop free. "Want me to help you get it back in?" he drawled.
"Draco!" the brunet scolded, face flaming.
The blonde chuckled and rose. "You're adorable when you blush," he stated with a grin.
"I'm not," he retorted, eyes averted.
The blonde hummed. "This conversation can wait until after you've finished," he stated as he left the lion in peace and washed his hands. He waited until the lion was by his side washing his own hands, before he settled with his arms crossed, regarding the brunet.
"What?" Harry asked as he used a quick drying charm on his wet hands.
"Were you denying being cute when you blush, or being cute at all?" he asked, voice deliberately neutral.
Harry met his gaze squarely. "I'm not as attractive as you," he stated.
"Yes," he agreed, "but that does not mean you are unattractive." Harry remained silent and the blonde hummed. "Perhaps I need to prove it to you," he murmured, closing the distance between them and kissed the lion softly, inwardly pleased when the brunet instantly returned the touch. He pulled back after a couple of seconds. "Would I have done that if you were unattractive?"
"Yes," the lion breathed. Draco's eyebrows arched. "Pity."
"If that's what you got, I didn't do it right," the blonde murmured before wrapping a hand around the back of Harry's neck. He slanted his mouth over the brunet's, slipping his tongue into the lion's mouth the moment his lips parted, tangling tongues until he made Harry moan. When he pulled back, they were both breathing hard. "Believe me now?"
Harry licked his lips. "I'm beginning to," he murmured. "But I wouldn't mind another demonstration," he added, lips curved.
Draco chuckled. "We had best move this conversation elsewhere, lest someone interrupt." Harry licked his lips. "What?"
"I set up a strong privacy charm," he stated. The blonde's eyebrow arched. "When your, uh, hands went to my zipper."
"Expecting it to go a different way?" he drawled.
"No!" he denied with a blush. "But I didn't want someone to walk in and get the wrong impression." The blonde hummed. "What?" he asked suspiciously.
Draco grinned and Harry's eyes narrowed, causing him to laugh wickedly. "I was simply wondering whether to make use of the opportunity." The lion's eyes widened. "If you're not interested…" he trailed off, smirking as Harry bit his bottom lip. "We're back for our eighth year," he murmured, fingers caressing the back of the brunet's neck, "we've got the chance to do the things we weren't able to do before."
"And getting a blowjob in a bathroom is one of them?"
The blonde grinned. "I never actually said that," he pointed out, dipping his head for a teasing kiss, grinning at the brunet's disappointed noise when he pulled back. "But if that's what you want, I am more than willing to comply."
"If we get caught, it was all your idea," he spoke in a rush.
"It would only do my reputation good," he responded smugly as he went to his knees in front of the brunet. Harry's breathing sped as the blonde's elegant fingers went to his zipper once more, and freed his hard shaft. "Were you a good boy, and used a cleaning charm after you were finished?" he drawled, meeting the brunet's bright green gaze with molten silver.
"Yes," he muttered, flushing.
"Good," he drawled. "Then I can do this without the fear of any unpleasant undertones," he continued before lapping at the head of the brunet's cock with his tongue.
"Don't tease," Harry panted, gripping onto the sink beside him. The blonde smirked up at him wickedly before he sucked the head into his mouth. His eyes filled with satisfaction at the moan his lion made, before he hummed. "Draco!" he gasped, tightening his grip until his knuckles were white.
The blonde stroked his thighs soothingly before he bobbed his head, taking the rest of Harry's cock in one smooth stroke. Smugness filled him at the gasps and moans that spilled from the lion's lips as he set up a steady rhythm, swirling his tongue around the head on the upstroke before taking him deep again. "Dr-Draco, I'm close," Harry panted. The blonde's gaze flicked up, meeting lust-filled emerald and took the brunet's cock deep again, before swallowing around his shaft. "Draco!" he gasped as he came, watching through glazed eyes as the blonde slowly rose off of his cock, before swallowing around the head.
Harry let out a mewl, and Draco rose off of his glistening shaft with a lewd pop. He licked his lips and gracefully rose to his feet. "You're mine now," he stated possessively, cupping Harry's cheek.
"As long as you're mine," he replied breathily, leaning into the touch. Draco stroked his cheek with a smile, before kissing his lion, a touch both claiming and heated, coaxing his lion to taste himself on the blonde's tongue.
Harry moaned and leant into the touch, wrapping his arms around the blonde's neck. He pulled back, breathing hard. "Maybe we shouldn't push our luck," he panted.
"I quite agree love," the blonde drawled, a couple of flicks of his wand enough to have the lion's shaft dry and tucked back into his trousers. "Room of Requirement?" he asked, wrapping a possessive arm around his lion's waist.
"Sounds good," he murmured, leaning into the touch and happy to let his snake set the pace. He was sure the benefits would be well worth it. Now and always.