The CEO Next Door

Part 5

WARNING : SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD//

Draco lounged on the sofa when Harry finally emerged from the bedroom on Thursday night. They'd just finished dinner and Draco watched how the evening light slowly disappeared behind the garden fence. He smiled at Harry, stealing a quick kiss, trailing his hand over Harry's naked back.

"Are you excited?" Harry asked, sitting down on the floor next to Draco.

"I am," Draco met Harry's eyes. "And I'm not."

"We can still cancel, you know?"

Draco sighed. He wasn't sure what he felt but then when was he ever?

"Come on," Harry put a hand behind Draco's neck and slowly pulled him closer, so their foreheads pressed together. Draco swallowed but tipped his head to the side and caught Harry's lower lip with his teeth.

He vaguely realised that Harry's towel loosened and fell to the floor, as they kissed. Draco loved the feeling of being in control, as he buried his hands in Harry's hair, pulling strongly, which caused Harry's breath to catch.

"Stay there," Draco said, and got to his feet. Harry's mouth was wet, his hair even more in disarray then usually and his cock stood at attention. First Draco went to the door leading to their garden and unlocked it. Then he stripped himself and went to get his phone and speakers.

When he returned, he still found Harry sitting where he left him.

"I've wanted to play this for you anyway," Draco said. He quickly sent Tom a message to take the backdoor to come inside, and then put the Speaker down next to Harry on the floor.

"Let's start in the shower, " Tom said when he pressed play. "Imagine he comes home from practice." Harry blinked at him.

"You did not," he said.

"Have phone sex with Tom, both of us imagining fucking you in the shower. We totally did, dear. I want you to listen to it. And finger me to the instructions."

Harry swallowed. "Here?" Someone standing in their garden would have a wonderful view of everything going on in the living room through the big window front.

"Yes," Draco said. "Right there. Stay on your knees." Draco was getting harder, looking down at Harry, who was partly listening to the speaker while he palmed his own erection, his naked body still a little wet from the shower.

"It's an invitation? " Tom asked.

Harry bit his lip but got a pillow for Draco's knees and gestured for him to kneel on it. As Speaker-Draco wasn't in the shower yet, Harry was left without instructions and caressed Draco's ass cheeks. Draco was half lying on the sofa, as he felt Harry trail kisses along his spine, over the curve of his ass, both hands on his thighs.

"I can improvise?" Harry murmured into his skin.

"Please," Draco said, as he felt Harry's breath graze his crack. Harry pressed a kiss to each cheek before pulling them apart.

Then Harry pressed a kiss to his pucker. Draco loved rimming, but it was something he'd only discovered with Harry because no lover before had offered to do it. And he had never quite felt brave enough to ask. Harry did it like he did everything: passionate and with disregard to his own pleasure.

"And he likes that, doesn't he? He pushes his ass back, giving you a better angle. He's a slut for you," Speaker-Tom said, and Harry's breath caught as he pushed his mouth into Draco's ass. He started liking at his hole while caressing his cheeks. The tip of his tongue trailing along the rim, only partly sliding inside. Harry's hands fondled up and down, massaging every last bit of skin.