Making a New World - Moment by Moment Book #7 (Harry Potter, Drarry)

Original Cleaning

The bathroom was much as Harry remembered, only his brain told him there was something different about the bath, but he couldn't work out what. It was still as long and deep as it had been when he'd last seen it, but something didn't look right. The thought distracted his lust-soaked brain for a second, but then a body came up behind him, arms came around him, hands stroking his torso and Harry really didn't care about the difference anymore, even when Draco told him, "I remodelled the taps, don't want one of us to have to sit on the plug."

The words could have been the best come on since Merlin himself wooed Nimue as far as Harry was concerned, because his libido responded strongly. Draco was hot and horny and Harry rubbed back against him, drawing out a murmur which turned into a kiss laid on his neck. Harry was in heaven and he was at last free of his inhibitions to do as he wished. He didn't intend to turn on the taps that Draco had just mentioned, but that is what happened as mind and magic headed, for once, in the same direction. An added bonus came as his magic moved, because his lover felt it and responded in kind. It was only a small matter, the plug settled into place in the pan of the bath and a small bottle of bath oil tipped onto its side and emptied its contents into the water, but it wasn't what the magic was doing that mattered. Both young wizards vocalised the pleasure that came as their magics ran in tune, harmonising a lustful song. The feeling of togetherness came from deep inside Harry, but it reached all the way out to every pore of his body. He had never known he was missing something in the way he sensed Draco's power, but now the sense was complete as his own gifts responded and it was the most glorious sensation he had ever experienced.

The magic settled once more, its job done, but still Harry could feel strands of Draco's being playing around his, like fingers stroking a new part of his body. He turned in his lover's hold and reinitiated the kiss of earlier, dust or no dust.

The embrace was long and emphatic, in Harry's mind a reaffirmation of their bond which had been forged through adversity and pain. He pushed down Draco's trousers, just a little way, enough so he could run his fingers over the visible statement of that bond. He could not feel it on the surface of Draco's skin, and neither did he break the kiss to look down, but he knew his fingers were running over the right spot as the instincts that had made the lion's mark flared in response. Draco pushed against his touch, a moan through the kiss telling Harry that it was being enjoyed and suddenly his need for his partner boiled over.

Draco's shirt buttons and his flies undid in one burst of magic and as soon as the cloth was released, Harry began pushing it away off his lover's body. Draco quickly shifted to help, shrugging the shirt off his shoulders and kicking off his shoes so that by the time his trousers descended, he could step out of them. Draco, as he preferred, was not wearing underwear, and thus he stood naked in front of Harry in seconds. Draco stood back a few paces, displaying himself, proud and powerful, and Harry looked, his heart beat increasing and his body pulsing with every cast of his gaze.

With a smile that invited Harry in, but at the same time with a look that kept him at anticipatory bay, Draco stepped into the bath. The water was almost to the lip, having gone ignored, and, leaning back against the tiles on the far side of the tub and keeping Harry locked to his stare, Draco reached down and turned off the taps manually. Harry was barely breathing when Draco finally released his gaze by turning himself to profile and sinking into the water, all the way under and then back out again, his blond mane clean and slicked back against his head. The oil left a sheen on the water, but it was as clear as crystal and the sight of his lover languid in the liquid removed any restraint Harry had left. He pulled off his own clothing as fast as possible and climbed into the bath, sinking rapidly to his knees across Draco's legs in the steaming water. He leant forward onto all fours, the water lapping against his belly and soaking his erection in heat, and came to a poised halt, his face inches from Draco's.