Sex Addiction

IV

After coffee, they decided to stay for a bit longer since they still had forty minutes left to their standard ninety minute session, ordering some food.

Draco ordered a weird appetizer Harry had never tried- Something called fried pickles- with a vanilla milkshake while Harry ordered a burger with fries with a strawberry milkshake. 

"Vanilla and strawberry are aphrodisiacs."

"Hm?" Harry questioned, brows furrowing as he leaned back in his seat slightly.

"Aphrodisiacs- Foods or scents that encourage sexual desire." Draco shrugged. "There's a reason couples always share a strawberry shake in the movies, even though milkshakes don't hold fresh strawberries so they don't work."

Harry quirked up a single brow. "You know a lot about this."

Draco flushed again, head twitching to the side. "You know the reason for that."

By the time their food at arrived, Draco was getting increasingly jumpish, twitching much more than before- enough where it was noticeable by the waiter.

"Are you alright?" the waiter asked with a slight French accent, placing a hand on Draco's shoulder. 

Draco twitched, looking up at the attractive waiter with wide eyes. His body was screaming yes at the top of his lungs- it had been so long. He was brunet, clearly with some Spanish heritage, despite the French accent, with a strong jaw and dark outline of evenly shaved stubble and dark eyes, shining with concern. Draco forgot about Harry for a minute, resting his chin in his palm with a slight pout. "I could be better."

"Is there something I can do for you? A glass of water, perhaps?"

The waiter wasn't Harry- Harry was here, even as his sex addiction therapist. This waiter wasn't Harry. He lifted his head, dropping the façade. "I'd like that, thank you."

The waiter nodded, rushing and Draco groaned, burying his face in his hands. He really needed to get off, now. Just the small interaction had gotten him half interested and he shifted in his seat slightly, his foot twitching under the table

Harry cleared his throat, looking a bit awkward. "If you need to use the restroom..."

Draco flushed but pushed himself to his feet, carefully keeping his body tilted away from Harry as he rushed for the bathroom. He cast a silencing charm as soon as he got into a stall, doubling it up a few times before gliding his palm across his clothed erection, letting out a soft groan. He closed his eyes, letting a new fantasy of a jealous Harry take place as he dipped his fingers beneath his belt.

x

Harry was actually astounded at the amount of restraint Draco showed. He had instigated something- He saw it in the way Draco pulled up a pouty façade, slouching to make himself seem smaller and more obtainable. Harry could definitely see how he got so many partners- He had perfected at least one method of seduction, and the former Gryffindor would bet money that he had several more. But he dropped it so quickly, snapped out of it as if realizing the man was a killer. 

When the waiter returned, he turned to Harry. "Is the blond monsieur okay?"

Harry nodded. "Yes, thank you. Probably just too much caffeine."

The two sharing a smile, the waiter drifted away to tend to another table.

Draco came out a few moments after their food arrived, looking relatively normal other than a slight flush on his cheeks and his walking a bit unsteady. "Better?" Harry asked as the blond sat.

"Yeah- Err, thanks." Harry nodded with a smile, nudging Draco's plate towards him.

"I can't blame you, that waiter was rather attractive."