Whatever You Want {Drarry}

•Pleasured by a Parselmouth•

art credit (istehlurvz)
[part 2 duhh]

{warning ⚠ sex}

Draco knew he was going crazy because even his dreams were getting out of wack. Harry liking him back was a reoccuring one, but the parseltongue part...

Well that was new.

He leaned his head against the back wall of the shower and took a deep breath as he moved his hand up and down his length.

In his most recent dream he had allowed Potter to plow him into the matress while whispering those sweet, sibilant sounds into his ear before letting his tongue ease out to flick his earlobe.

He closed his eyes and pumped his hand with a little more confidence. The rest of the eighth years besides the questionable Gryffindor had left for breakfast and a round of quidditch.

Draco tried to get himself off quickly, in the hopes of avoiding the rowdy boys when they came back. Mostly just Blaise.

His friend had been insufferable since Potter had returned for eighth year. He was tired of the smirking looks his friend sent him whenever he got caught starting at Harry's mess of hair for too long.

The door to the bathroom flew open and he immediately dropped his hands to his sides as he stood under the spray of the water waiting for the person to come in, do their business and leave. To his dismay, another shower began running from a couple stalls away.

"What're you doing up so early, mate?" called the voice. Draco nearly died. It was Potter's voice.

"We are not 'mates' by any stretch of the imagination, Potter."

"Well whose fault is that, Malfoy?"

"If I can recall...Yours."

"And if I can recall, I apologized. So the ball is in your court now."

"Why is there a ball in any court? That's just bad manners."

"It's a muggle expression, you ponce."

"And you think that would make me want to be friends with you?"

"No, I would think you could be friends with me because you wanted to and theres nothing left to fight about. You just like to make everything difficult!" Potter snapped at him and Draco couldn't help but suck in a breath.

When Malfoy stopped making noise Harry got concerned. That's all it was he assured himself. He wasn't interested in seeing the blonde git naked. Definitely not. So when he turned his own shower off before wrapping a towel around his waist to check on the git it was only because he was worried.

"Uh...Malfoy, are you okay?"

When he didn't get a response again aside from a groan he jiggled the latch until the stall door swung open. He could feel himself hardening just by looking at the vision in front of him. Draco was leaning his forehead against on of the side walls while he gripped his cock and pumped roughly.

He looked up with his light blonde fringe stuck to his forehead and the lust in his eyes only doubled.

"You might as well come in now, Potter." There was no irony in his words. No bite. Only want. The need to release.

"A-are you sure?"

"I wouldn't have said so otherwise, now would I?"

Harry stepped into the shower and locked the door behind him as confirmation before throwing his towel on the hook next to Malfoy's. He walked forward until he and Draco were nose to nose and he could se the blush working its way up to the tips of the pale boy's ears.