Draco could see the struggle move through the Gryffindor's eyes. Harry had yet to master the ability of masking his thoughts, and Draco found it incredibly arousing how vulnerable it made the other boy. Remaining deliberately nonchalant, knowing that it would serve only to heighten Harry's need, Draco moved to the edge of the tub and in one fluid motion slid into the rose scented water. It was hot, hotter than he was used to, and he gave a slight hiss of pain as the water closed over his waist.
Harry made as though to pull his silk pajama bottoms off, but just as he began to loosen the drawstring, Draco made a sharp noise of dissent.
"No. Leave them on."
Harry hesitated, his hand still on the drawstring, and his brows furrowed in puzzlement as he sent a questioning gaze to Draco. Leave them on... but... He had been under the assumption that he would be joining Draco in his bath. Perhaps he had misunderstood, perhaps the Slytherin had simply intended on using him as some sort of attendant. At that thought Harry felt his face flush with embarrassment, and he took several rapid steps back from the edge of the tub, humiliation colouring every line of his body.
"Potter." Draco's voice was a frigid contrast to the steamy heat of the room, and Harry slid his gaze back to meet Draco's, a sudden chill snaking down his spine. "Get in."
Knowing that he should do no such thing, that if he had any sense left in him he would simply turn around and leave, Harry bit his bottom lip so hard that he almost drew blood. This was the point of no return. If he got in the tub with Draco, if he obeyed such a meaningless order that he do so still clad in his pajamas, he would have committed himself to something that would not be so easy to back away from.
"Potter. I won't ask again." The threat in Draco's tone was evident, and he did not bother to hide his displeasure at Harry's hesitancy.
Faltering only for a second more, Harry slowly made his way back to the edge of the tub, and with wary eyes still fixed on Draco, slipped into the water. The thin silk of his pajamas added a layer of protection against the near scalding heat, and as he took a step forward, towards the Slytherin, they swirled about his legs in a decidedly erotic fashion. Harry was barely able to suppress a shiver of pleasure as he moved through the water.
Draco allowed a small smirk to play over his lips as he watched Harry wade through the steaming water. Draco's earlier unease was gone, the need in Harry's emerald eyes was naked enough to be painful. He was in control of this. Not Potter, not his desires. He was.
Harry stopped a hairsbreath away from Draco. He fought to keep his eyes level with the blonde boy's, but the knowledge that he was merely a hard thought away from the sculpted body of the other boy's was enough to keep his body rigid with tension. The desire to close the distance between them was an ache in his chest, a pain sharp enough to make his breath shallow and his fingers tremble under the water.
His pajama bottoms still swirled around his legs, caressing the sensitive skin in between and the delicate brush against his cock was a taunting reminder of the hard strokes he craved. The agony of being so close to Draco and being unable to touch him, unable to bring himself to touch him, was terrible.
"Please," it was barely a whisper, and it slipped past Harry's lips before he even had a chance to think. His jaw clenched and his hands curled into fists at his sides, furious at himself for being so weak, and at the same time desperate for Draco to take that single step and touch him. Please god, just let Draco touch him.
Victory flashed bright in Draco's eyes and though he was tempted to make Potter wait longer, he could not resist the seductive mix of loathing and lust swirling across Potter's face. Lips curved in an arrogant smile, Draco reached through the water and closed his hand over Harry's cock at the same time as his other hand grabbed a handful of that silky black hair and crushed his mouth over Harry's.
Harry felt his knees buckle as Draco's hand stroked roughly over his cock, and he might have fallen had the hand in his hair not yanked him upright. Mindless with need he moaned against Draco's mouth as his hips thrust against the Slytherin's hand.
Draco could feel his control slipping as Harry ground himself against him. His hand tightened in Harry's hair until a yelp of pain escaped Harry, and he grabbed at Draco's wrist in an attempt to free himself. Draco snarled against Harry's lips and yanked Harry's head as far back as he could, pleasure rippling though him as he watched the pulse pound frantically in Harry's throat.
Using his hand in Harry's hair, Draco pushed the boy against the edge of the pool, forcing him to bend face down against the bathroom floor and thrusting his ass up like an offering. After one last stroke of Harry's cock, Draco's hand moved to the back of Harry's pajamas, and he slowly pulled them down over Harry's ass.
Draco could barely suppress the groan that swept through him at the sight of Potter's proffered body. He could see Harry's hands clenched on the rim of the pool, white knuckled with the effort of staying still despite every fiber of his being screaming for him to escape. Draco pushed harder against Harry's head, grinding his cheek into the floor and causing Harry to squirm in pain.
"Don't fucking move, Potter. I'm not above Petrifying you." Harry whimpered in acknowledgement and stopped struggling. He was nearly paralyzed with fear. This wasn't like the other times with Draco, there was something darker in Draco's voice, something in the harshness of his touch and the grim look in his eyes that told Harry things were about to change.