Is ever so, ever so satisfying
Harry's gaze dropped immediately and he refused to look up. He didn't even acknowledge hearing Draco's question. Draco took that as a 'yes'.
He started advancing towards Harry, not quite sure how to proceed. Had he been kissing a girl, he would just have placed his hand on the small of her back and pulled her body closer. But for some reason it didn't seem appropriate now. Harry was a guy, for Merlin's sake.
'Just breathe' Draco tried to calm himself. He carefully cupped Harry's cheek with his right hand, and then lowered it until it rested on the side of the gyffindor's neck. His thump was gently rubbing the soft cheek.
Harry finally stopped trying to pretend he wasn't really there and lifted his eyes to meet Draco's. Draco smiled in a way he hoped was reassuring and leaned in.
The kiss was more premeditated this time, but just as chaste. Draco lifted his left hand to mirror the other.
"Open your mouth a bit" Draco whispered. First, Harry looked like he was going to pull away, but then carefully opened his mouth ajar.
Draco leaned in again, with more confidence this time. He tilted his head to the side and sealed Harry's lips with his own. Not wanting to scare Harry, Draco gently ran his tongue on the underside of Harry's upper lip, before finding his tongue.
Draco noticed to his pleasure that once Harry got over his initial shock, he started responding to Draco's ministrations. He found that the combination of anxiety, charm of novelty and response was turning him on like nothing ever had. Or maybe it was just kissing Harry Potter.
Draco opened Harry's robe and slipped his hands inside. He carefully pulled their bodies together and felt Harry gently place his hands on his shoulders.
Draco was finding Harry's lips intoxicating. He started pulling up the hem of Harry's jumper and shirt. He wanted to feel the skin on Harry's back. But as soon as he managed to slip one palm under the fabric, Harry pulled away.
"Don't do that" Harry panted.
This time Draco was really feeling the hurt of rejection. He had thought that it was... good. Hadn't it been good?
"I told you, I don't want to do this right now." Now Harry was sounding almost apologetic.
"I'm... sorry" Draco apologized again. The realization of what had happened had hit him. He had practically tried to undress the gryffindor! How could he have let himself slip like that?
Draco looked over Harry's form while the other was busy tucking in his shirt. Harry's cheeks were flushed and the proof of his arousal was evident. 'He enjoyed it' Draco noticed with satisfaction. 'And I still want to touch him' he mentally added on a more desperate note.
Harry was now finished and realized his robe was hanging open. In a desperate attempt to hide the bulge of his pants, he tore it closed, his cheeks flaming red.
Draco couldn't prevent a chuckle escaping. Honestly, they had had their tongues in each others throats, not so long ago. What was the gryffindor expecting?
Still clutching his robe shut, Harry said with all the dignity he could muster "Now, if you'll excuse me. I have a slight problem to take care of."
Draco watched as the gryffindor walked past him and towards the exit. He had already reached the door when Draco called out.
"Why don't you let me take care of your problem for you?"
Harry turned around, his brows furrowed.
"I don't mean sex" Draco explained. "I could just... wank you off."
Harry's confusion didn't pass.
"Why would you do that?" Harry asked skeptically. He narrowed his eyes, like he was trying to understand what Draco was playing at. Then he understood. "You'd want me to do it for you too."
"No" Draco hurried with his denial and then sighed. 'This is bloody ridiculous.'
Draco tried to re-group his thoughts. 'Why am I doing this? Walk away, now. This isn't wise.'
"I mean, I wouldn't mind it, but... You don't have to do anything" Draco said finally. "I would just like to kiss you... and touch you."
Neither of the boys said anything. Draco was starting to think he'd have to take Harry's silence for another 'yes', when Harry moved. The gryffindor leaned against the wall next to the door and opened his robe.
Only after a moment of hesitation, Draco removed his own robe completely and tossed it on the top of one of the cubicles' doors. Harry hesitated but then followed Draco's lead. Draco took Harry's robe from him and folded it neatly and placed it on the edge of a sink.
Deciding not to let either of the parties involved a chance to back down, Draco returned to Harry with a confident strode. He leaned in to kiss the gryffindor once again while unbuttoning his trousers. Draco could feel Harry tense, but he couldn't think of anything comforting to do.
Draco pulled Harry's trousers and boxers down at the same time all the while continuing with the kissing. He had the strongest urge to... well, look down, but refrained himself. Somehow it didn't seem appropriate.
Re-positioning himself more on the side, Draco placed his hand on the base of Harry's neck. He slid his other hand under Harry's shirt and gently caressed the skin on Harry's stomach with the back of his hand before lowering it. He could hear Harry's breath hitch. The gryffindor quickly moved to loosen his tie and unbutton the top of his shirt.
Draco boldly ran his fingers over the whole length of Harry's erection and saw Harry gasp. All the while keeping an eye on Harry's reactions, he started stroking, rubbing and adding or decreasing pressure.
Harry was almost trembling at this point. He was biting furiously his lower lip in order not to loose his composure completely. Harry turned his head to give Draco almost a pleading look. Draco kept repeating his actions and Harry finally tilted his head back and let it rest on the support Draco's hand was providing. An almost pained moan escaped from Harry's lips.
Harry's moan caused a new wave of blood rush in to Draco's groin. Draco doubled his efforts in order to extract such voices again. He stroked with a faster pace, wanting to feel Harry come in his hands, observing every little sign of pleasure crossing Harry's face. With a soft cry, Harry came.
Both boys panted quietly. Draco had removed his hand from Harry's softened member, but was still holding firmly the gryffindor's neck. There was still so much to see. Harry's head was tilted completely back and he was now leaningagainst the bathroom wall with his eyes closed. Draco could now calmly observe the shape of Harry's face and see his Adam's apple move as he swallowed. He could even see that Harry's glasses were a little foggy.
Draco reluctantly left the gryffindor to recover in peace, but not without taking a peek of Harry's manhood. 'Oh bloody hell, I need some privacy, now' he groaned inwardly while walking to the sinks. He glanced at the mirror and saw Harry already buttoning his trousers. Draco proceeded to wash his hands. He studied his own reflection and decided he looked like shit. Sweating, red blotches everywhere.
Draco shook his hands dry and loosened his tie absentmindedly. He glanced again at the Harry on the mirror and saw the gryffindor stare right back.
Draco drew a long breath and turned around. "Look, do you mind?" Draco was trying to keep his voice friendly, although he was feeling as horny as hell. "I also have a problem to take care of, and I, unlike you, am not so willing to go off wandering to the halls like this."
Harry cocked his head to the side. "So what's stopping you?" he asked innocently.
Draco frowned. "What?"
"Go on, take care of your problem" Harry smiled.
This time Draco's eye brows shot up. "And your just going to stand there and watch?" he demanded.
"Yes" Harry answered. After a pause he added "Do you mind?"
Draco recognized a challenge when he saw one, but he wasn't sure if Harry was just taking the Mickey or if he also had other motivations.
Watching Harry watch him back, Draco decided to accept Harry's proposal. "No, by all means, watch" he answered with a sly expression.
Draco thought it was decidedly too hot, and removed his jumper and tie. Then he proceeded to roll up his sleeves. He was really taking a criminal amount of pleasure out of watching Harry's eyes follow his every move.
He unbuttoned his trousers and lowered them. The boxers went next. He saw Harry swallow when he curled his fist around himself.
He started slowly with his ministrations, keeping his eye on Harry, but soon he became too aroused to stay in control. Moaning, he closed his eyes and let his head loll. He was already quickening his pace, working up to a release, when he heard someone breathe raggedly near him. Startled, he snapped his eyes open only to find Harry standing next to him.
With determination, Harry wrapped his fingers around Draco's cock, forcing Draco's own hand away. Draco hadn't even realized he had paused with his ministrations, before Harry started stroking him again.
A surprised gasp came from the blonde. Harry grip wasn't as firm as Draco would have liked, nor did he move in a pace fast enough, in Draco's opinion, yet somehow it was so much better.
Draco groaned, clasping the edge of the sink he was leaning on. He was so close now. He glanced at Harry and saw him staring intently at his cheek. Before Draco could do anything more, Harry leaned in and ran his tongue along Draco's jaw line, licking away a drop of sweat, Draco now realized.
Harry pulled back and smiled at Draco mischievously. "Salty."
That did it for Draco. He came crying out forcefully. He felt like he's knees were going to buckle from under him, so he gripped the sink ledge behind him like his life depended on it.
After a moment of recovery he saw that Harry had already moved to the next sink and was washing his hands. Draco started pulling his trousers up, tucking himself in.
He watched Harry remove his glasses and splash water on his face, running a wet hand to his neck as well. Then he stood up, face dripping water. Harry glanced around the bathroom, trying to find something to dry on. Chuckling, Draco realized there wasn't anything.
Draco's chuckling drew Harry's attention, and the same mischievous smile appeared on the gryffindor's face again. He took a few steps closer until he was standing right next to Draco. Draco was still leaning on the sink, his arms now crossed over his chest. He was trying to look all calm and collected, but Harry's close proximity was turning him on, again!
He could see the drops of water dripping from Harry's wet bangs, on to the cheeks and continuing towards the neck. He saw Harry's eye lashes cling together and the moistness of Harry's lips.
Harry just stood there for a moment, before shaking the water off him like a dog.
Draco flinched as a few cool water drops landed on hit flushed skin. Harry was looking smugly pleased with himself.
"Arsehole" Draco muttered almost amusedly.
Harry reached for his glasses on the edge and put them on. "I gotta go" Harry said.
Draco just nodded. He watched Harry take his robe from where Draco had left it and walk out the door.
Title of the chapter from Human Behaviour by Björk
A/n: I'm lousy with the ratings. If you think there is something inappropriate in this chapter, let me know and I'll change it.