Planning Party Games: Drarry

One Of The Room Of Requirement's Many Forms

Draco watched in awe as Harry stripped; Broad shoulders on display as he slipped his button down off his back, muscled thighs and tight ass flexing as he pulled of his trousers and pants, then diving into the pool sized bath. He didn't resurface for another thirty seconds, his figure unfindable in the steaming, bubble filled water.

"Well?" Harry spoke after gasping for air, his skin slick and his wavy hair damp and stood up, still in the position it had been flung into as he flicked his head back upon emerging.

"Hm?" He asked, distracted as Harry swam over and climbed a few steps, bringing the v's of his hips into view.

     "I brought you here to relax." He reminded, floating over to the edge - still deep enough not to show anything below his lower abs - and kneel on the bench surrounding the whole circumference of the large stone tub. "Is something wrong?"

     "N-no, everything is great." He assured, now taking his eyes away from Harry and allowing them to scan the exquisite room around him.

     The room of requirement had provided them with a stone pool house in the shape of a rectangle. It was still clear that they were high up in the castle, but it only put them closer to the stars, showing through the high, arched glass ceiling. Similar to every place exclusive to the eighth years, plants graced everywhere they could; hanging vines intertwined with the framing of the clear roof, star jasmines flowing over the large tap fixture suspended in mid air, also a pristine gold. The same glowing specs of light floating around them amongst the pure white butterflies. The cold stone floors were lightly dusted with the same small, white petals that grew from the ceiling.

     "It's beautiful." He breathed almost as an afterthought. The room, Harry, alone. Perfect.

     "Then join me." Harry chuckled lightly, watching as Draco refocused his gaze into space back on him and began to fully reciprocate his words. "I can't imagine standing on the floor, fully clothed, is preferable to soaking nude and letting yourself go for an hour or two." He thought out loud, smiling as Draco blushed.

     "Nude." Draco repeated in the form of a choked laugh, the thought, despite Harry having already seen him undressed, still seeming uncomfortable. "Could you maybe turn around." He meekly asked, the imagery of Harry watching him strip - with only love and lust in his eyes - making him unnecessarily shy.

     "Oh." Harry replied, pivoting on one foot as he stood up and pushed off the wall, making him drift closer to the center of the vat of warm, sudsy water. "Anything for you." He smirked, knowing exactly the way Draco blushed and smiled like an idiot behind him.

     "T-thanks." Draco stuttered before making quick work of the buttons on his shirt, the laces on his shoes, and the zipper of his trousers, desperate for Harry's touch. Article by article he shed his clothing onto the floor, abandoning it in a messy pile on the floor as he slowly walked into the bath. As the water began to lap his mid thigh he abandoned all patience and dove in head first, surfacing quickly and making his way over to where Harry was grazing the floor.

     "Can I look at you now?" Harry smiled, having heard the larger splash just seconds prior and was now watching the water ripple past as Draco advanced towards him.

"Yes, you can turn around."

     "Hi." Harry began, noticing that Draco had in fact, discarded his clothes, and that he was already less than a meter away.

     "Hey." Draco replied, wrapping his arms tenderly around Harry's neck and pulling himself closer effortlessly.

     "Anything I can do to help you relax?" He asked, wrapping his arms around Draco's waist and beginning to rub circles on the small of his back.

     "You being here is more than enough." Draco replied, returning the tentativity of the grip Harry had on his waist on his neck before leaning in. It began slow, light massaging and unparted lips moving fluidly together as they worked their way back into shallower ends of the bath, sifting through the thinning bubbles as they went. Soon after Harry's feet adjusted to the newfound stability of being able to stand on the bottom of the pool Draco lifted himself off his and wrapped his legs around his boyfriend's waist. His cock throbbed against Harry's abs and his hands got lost in the deflated waves of Harry's wet, dripping hair.

     As they neared the bench opposite to the stairs Harry removed a hand from Draco's thigh and flicked it in the general direction where they would land, causing Draco to pause and create a knot between his eyebrows.

     "Cushioning charm." Harry filled in as he read Draco's puzzled expression, cracking a smile and continuing to stand still with Draco's legs wrapped around him and his hands on his thighs.

     "You're going to give me a wandless magic kink." Draco smiled, his fingers twirling Harry's hair as he looked slightly down.

     "Mm, tempting." Harry smirked back, tilting his head up slightly in an ever so enticing way that gave Draco far too many classless thoughts.

     "I take it back, you've already given me one." He corrected, meeting Harry's parted lips which seemed as though they wanted to make another comment - in another kiss in an attempt to get back into their previous flow.

     "Legs." Harry reminded after another few minutes of getting back on track, wanting to fall back into the newly cushioned edge of the stone seat but struggling to find another way to avoid disrupting his boyfriend.

     "Mhm-" Draco had hummed back, letting his legs fall but still keeping his grip firm around Harry's neck, hanging helplessly until he fell backwards.

They continued to let their tongues slip into each others mouths with their teeth nipping at each other's lips, built up tension giving Draco the courage to start grinding his hips against Harry's. Breathy moans began to escape their lips as the lust lofting about in the air intensified.

     "Harry-"

     One, so sorry I haven't updated in so long, I my thoughts are all over the place and the temptation to start a new fic is blinding.
     Two, apologies, it appears you will have to wait a a bit longer for consecutive smut. Ha.
     Thank you for reading