The man thrusts into him with long hard strokes. Both were breathing heavy and close climax. Draco had to hold his breath and think of something else otherwise he would cum very soon. The man reached around him and grabbed ahold of his cock. He handled it with such care; strokes that just about sent Draco over the edge.
Draco could feel the pressure building inside of him. He was so close. When he came it felt never ending. He could feel the man pull out and cum on him as he laid there breathing heavily.
It was amazing. Draco had never been with someone that had that much stamina. He just picked this man up at the bar after being told he would have to start working at the family company tomorrow. The guy had raven hair, tan skin, green eyes, and an amazing smile. He was just Draco's type.
They both laid there in the bed breathing heavy.
"That was great," the man said running his left hand through his raven locks.
"Indeed it was. I was only out looking for a fling, but we should do this again some time." Draco turned to the side table and wrote his phone number on the small note pad, "Mind if I go take a shower I have to head home. Busy day tomorrow."
"Not a problem. It's down the stairs and to the left."
The man had money. His place was simple but nice. His bed room was upstairs and the downstairs was an open floor plan. His living room and kitchen were connected with a door on the side which was his bathroom. Everything in the apartment just screamed elegance and business.
Draco got in the shower and closed the glass door. He set the water to its hottest setting and steam immediately began to fill the room. He was in the middle of washing his hair when he heard the bathroom door open.
"Don't tell me your back for more," he asked squinting to see through the foggy glass.
"Unfortunately not I was just bringing your clothes to you so that you had something to wear when you got out."
Draco heard the click of the door shutting after that.
Draco wondered about the man. What did he do for a living? Of course it was something that payed well because he had money. He may not have the most grand of apartments, but you could tell by the way he carried himself and the way he dressed. He was also very handsome so he could have taken anyone home from the bar. He was about twenty years old and still had his boyish charm. The man was also very fit underneath all of the clothes he wore.
Draco turned off the water and stepped out of the shower to find his clothes in a neatly folded pile along with a fluffy red towel.
It was getting close to one in the morning so he should really be getting home soon.
Draco dried his body off and got dressed. When he walked out of the bathroom the man had was in the kitchen preparing something.
"Whatcha making?" Draco asked as he popped himself on top of one of the barstools at the counter.
He placed a plate on the counter, "I was just making you a sandwich so that you can eat before heading out."
"How sweet of you sir. By the way what is your name?"
"It Harry Potter," he introduced himself, "and what about yours?"
"Oh my name is Draco."
He thought it'd be best to not give the man his last name because he might connect his name to his father's. Their name was all around due to the business that his family owned.
"I'm going to take this," he held up his sandwich, "to go because really have to head home. I have an early morning tomorrow."
Both men shared their goodbyes and Draco left.
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