Draco sighed in the bathtub. Steam rose off his body, slightly clouding
his vision. Not that he needed to see anyway. Closing his eyes, he leaned
back against the side of the tub, spreading his legs.
A tanned hand moved beside his pale skin, snaking its way under the water. Rough fingers gently touched Draco's thighs, so light that the Slytherin wondered if he had imagined it.
The next touch, Malfoy couldn't have imagined. That welcome hand tickled his scrotum, making Draco tense.
"Relax, or I'll stop."
Draco squinted his eyes as he forced his body to loosen. His tongue jetted out to moisten his suddenly dry lips. His breath was coming in ragged gasps and those hands hadn't even touched his arousal yet. What had he gotten himself into?
The fair-haired boy was so anxious, his body was literally vibrating in anticipation of that promised touch. Finally, the other boy fisted Malfoy's erection, hesitating before pumping it ever so slightly.
The Slytherin thrust upward before he could stop himself.
"Uh uh uh..." the voice chided, withdrawing immediately.
Draco's eyes popped open, leaning up, "Please! No!"
"Close your eyes," Harry ordered.
The other boy wasn't thrilled about his command, but did as he was told, demonstrating his reluctance.
"Just for that, I've changed my mind," Potter commented.
"No, I'll be good, I promise. Please, continue with your lesson." The silence that answered him only made him more desperate. "Harry, I'll do whatever you want. Please..."
Harry considered for a moment before responding, "All right. I'll finish this lesson, but first you must be punished."
Draco, eyes still closed, visibly swallowed, then nodded.
"Good. Now, you are not to move, understand?"
The Slytherin dramatically nodded, sending his hair into shambles, before leaning back again. He took a moment to prepare himself; he had to keep control and not move. After just those few touches, he couldn't turn back now. Potter couldn't be allowed to leave until they both received satisfaction.
A small gasp escaped Draco's lips as Potter gently prodded his entrance. It took all of the former's willpower not to arch into the touch.
"Much better...but," Harry paused as he looked up at Malfoy's passion- filled face. Grinning, Potter brushed his finger against the Slytherin's prostate, "I dare you to move."
Draco couldn't answer for several moments, barely able to breathe. "Not on your life."
A tanned hand moved beside his pale skin, snaking its way under the water. Rough fingers gently touched Draco's thighs, so light that the Slytherin wondered if he had imagined it.
The next touch, Malfoy couldn't have imagined. That welcome hand tickled his scrotum, making Draco tense.
"Relax, or I'll stop."
Draco squinted his eyes as he forced his body to loosen. His tongue jetted out to moisten his suddenly dry lips. His breath was coming in ragged gasps and those hands hadn't even touched his arousal yet. What had he gotten himself into?
The fair-haired boy was so anxious, his body was literally vibrating in anticipation of that promised touch. Finally, the other boy fisted Malfoy's erection, hesitating before pumping it ever so slightly.
The Slytherin thrust upward before he could stop himself.
"Uh uh uh..." the voice chided, withdrawing immediately.
Draco's eyes popped open, leaning up, "Please! No!"
"Close your eyes," Harry ordered.
The other boy wasn't thrilled about his command, but did as he was told, demonstrating his reluctance.
"Just for that, I've changed my mind," Potter commented.
"No, I'll be good, I promise. Please, continue with your lesson." The silence that answered him only made him more desperate. "Harry, I'll do whatever you want. Please..."
Harry considered for a moment before responding, "All right. I'll finish this lesson, but first you must be punished."
Draco, eyes still closed, visibly swallowed, then nodded.
"Good. Now, you are not to move, understand?"
The Slytherin dramatically nodded, sending his hair into shambles, before leaning back again. He took a moment to prepare himself; he had to keep control and not move. After just those few touches, he couldn't turn back now. Potter couldn't be allowed to leave until they both received satisfaction.
A small gasp escaped Draco's lips as Potter gently prodded his entrance. It took all of the former's willpower not to arch into the touch.
"Much better...but," Harry paused as he looked up at Malfoy's passion- filled face. Grinning, Potter brushed his finger against the Slytherin's prostate, "I dare you to move."
Draco couldn't answer for several moments, barely able to breathe. "Not on your life."