Revelations of Love - Moment by Moment Book #3 (Harry Potter, Drarry)

An Inspection like None Other

The suds ran down his chest from where Draco had squeezed a flannel against his skin and Harry closed his eyes as the bubbles teased his already heightened arousal. He had told his lover very sternly that they had to be quick, that there was no time for playing if he was to slip back into the barracks without too many questions. Draco had promised faithfully that washing was all they were going to do, but somehow the shower had turned into petting, which was gradually getting heavier. Draco was a devious sod when he wanted his own way, and every cleansing brush had been designed to lead Harry where his partner wanted to go. The source of consternation for Harry was that he knew this, but he had not been able to locate the reserve of responsibility and willpower which would have brought a stop to the titillation. The truth was, he was enjoying himself too much.

Harry opened his eyes again to look at the smug grin on Draco's face.

"I know what you're doing," he revealed, but it didn't bother Draco; the blond man just leant forward and kissed him.

A body pushed forcefully into his as Harry gave no resistance to the caress, and then there were arms around him, hands snaking down to grab his arse. The sudden increase in intensity brought matters to a head, and Harry knew that if he let the encounter go on much longer then he would not be leaving soon. Draco was horny, Draco was inviting, but a small part of his brain told him that there would be people worrying about him if he didn't make a swift exit, and he used the thought to muster some resolve. Reluctantly he broke the embrace, pushing his lover away with one hand and reaching to turn off the shower with the other.

"I have to go," he managed, hurriedly opening the cubicle door and almost falling out as he tried to avoid thinking about how much he wanted to stay.

However, Draco was not going to be beaten so easily, and he followed only a pace behind his companion, reaching after him. Harry turned as his arm was grabbed, trying to repeat his protestation; however, his lover challenged first with, "Remember that little talk we had about enjoying the anarchy?"

His blue eyes flashed with a wildness which did not fail to draw Harry in, and then Draco ran his hand, which still held the flannel, down over his partner's erection. The man smiled intimately as Harry gasped at the aggressive move. The rough cloth, heavy with water, did its job magnificently, and the argument for leaving escaped Harry as his arousal grew stronger.

"You can't leave yet," Draco persuaded with a pout. "You haven't passed muster." 

"Muster?"

Harry could see the start of a game in his partner's manner, but he wasn't quite following.

"Muster," the blond repeated, and explained as he continued to stroke slowly, "You're an Auror, you have certain standards to maintain."

"Standards," the young man was beginning to see where this was going, and then he ground his teeth as his interruption was rewarded with a momentarily tighter grasp on his throbbing groin.

"Cleanliness is most important. I'm going to have to inspect you."

Harry knew he wasn't going to get any kind of inspection he'd ever had before, but his only comment was a distracted whine as Draco dragged the flannel the length of his shaft and took a pace away. The gaze which ran him up and down held an air of superiority, but coupled with the lust which accompanied it, Harry quite liked being on display. He stared right on back, running his own appraisal of the muscled body which stood before him, glistening with water. He resisted the urge to reach out and touch, that wasn't part of the game, and he wanted to explore the playful instincts which added to his sense of sensuality. So he stood still, waiting for a lead and enjoying the attention as Draco began a slow circle around him.