His bounty for the taking, sitting before him.
Warm. Hard. His. Harry.
"Say please."
"Please," he gasped.
The heat of his breath over Harry's cock caused it to twitch in response. "Say you want me."
Laughing at the absurdity, Harry said, "of course I do."
He held down Potter's legs as he laved his tongue up the underside of his cock and up and over the head, and then sucked him down to the root. Potter whined and tensed against the handcuffs. His thighs quivered.
"I-I can't—"
Can't stay away.
He circled his tongue around the tip, then broke off to say, "you can." He sank all the way down once again and swallowed around the head. He revelled in the yelp and low growl, and the feeling of being captured by the clenching of Harry's thighs.
Worth the wait.
He took him even deeper, and gazed up into Harry's green, green eyes, glazed over with bliss. This seemed to be the permission he needed, as Harry squeezed them shut. Abs clenched, hips struggling, neck stretched up in offering.
Perfect.
He bobbed his head up and down in earnest, feasting on the sight before him. Harry was close. So close. Body arched, tightened up like a coiled spring, frozen. He sank his fingernails into Harry's hips as he came, shuddering, with a shout. He savoured every bitter, salty drop.
This is the last time.
He rested his head on his lap. Potter caught his breath, chest heaving. "Wow."
Indeed.
He nuzzled his head into Harry's stomach, and they were both still, listening to the sounds of their heavy breathing and the tap-tapping of the start of a rain shower against the magical windows.
It was over. Never again.
He stood and whispered 'Alohomora' to release Potter's wrists. There were marks on his skin where the handcuffs had dug in. Draco didn't rub them better.
Potter tucked himself away, and buttoned up his shirt. "When will I see you again?" He attempted the futile task of flattening his hair, and looked up at the foe glass. All clear.
"Tomorrow. I work here," he sneered. He vanished the handcuffs and successfully smoothed his hair. He didn't meet Harry's eyes.
"You know what I mean."
"You won't." He frowned at the floor, adjusted his cuffs, and turned away. "Goodbye, Potter."
He did not look back.