Fic: Show Off (Harry/Draco)
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hpkinkfestTitle: Show Off
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leontinabowie
Prompt Number: 6 bybirdsofshore
Kink Showcased: Exhibitionism
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Draco and Harry have sex in public
Warnings/Content Notes: Public sex, oral sex, handjobs.
Word Count: 2000
Author's Notes: By sex, I mean sexual acts other than anal.birdsofshore, I hope that you like this, and sorry that I couldn’t write a longer story.
*
Draco’s heart thumped heavily in his chest as his sweaty hand grasped the cold door handle.
The person on the other side of the store cupboard seemed to get the idea, and Draco heard footsteps fade down the corridor, while adrenaline continued to course through him.
It was…exhilarating, really, almost being caught in the throes of passion. Draco was no exhibitionist, but he’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t even more turned on now.
Draco turned to look at his partner – Harry Potter – who was red-cheeked and breathless, and still with his hand down Draco’s boxers.
After the war had ended, Draco and Harry had been able to put their differences behind them and forgive one another for their past wrongs. They had both returned to complete their final year at Hogwarts, and without a reason to hate each other, the spark that had always been between them turned from loathing to lust, and a sexual - and somewhat affectionate - relationship formed between them.
“You’re still hard,” Harry commented, and his fingers tightened around Draco’s cock.
“I should think so,” Draco responded curtly. “You’re rather good at handjobs; must be from all that practice on yourself.”
“Prat,” Harry grinned. “I’m sure I’m better at them than you are, unless you think you can prove otherwise.”
Draco smirked, and readily took up Harry’s challenge.
All the while, his heart was still racing.
*
“Draco!” Harry whined, while Draco’s mouth trailed down his neck. “Don’t you think this is a bit too risky?”
“Seriously?” Draco scoffed, shaking a dripping wet strand of hair out of his eyes. “Reckless is your middle name.”
After almost getting caught with Harry in the store cupboard, Draco had realised that the idea of sex in a public place turned him on something chronic. It wasn’t that he actually wanted to get caught, per se, but rather it was the thought that they might that got to him. It was risky, and naughty, and Draco’s cock got hard every time he imagined the places he and Harry could get up to some fun.
Draco had always believed that Harry was turned on by danger, and his lover hadn’t been too difficult to persuade. Mainly, Harry was just nervous about the repercussions of being caught, no matter Draco’s reassurances that that wouldn’t happen.
Admittedly, the Quidditch changing room showers might not have been the safest of public places, but what was the point of public sex if you went too safe? Besides, all the other players were long gone now.
Although the thought of someone coming back to get something they had forgotten, and seeing Draco and Harry’s naked bodies entwined under the flowing water made Draco’s cock grow even harder, and he resumed his attack on Harry’s neck, biting down on the soft skin until he was confident there would be a mark left behind.
Harry threw his head backwards and thrust his hips forwards, rubbing his cock against Draco’s. Harry’s hand was wrapped around both of their erections, slicked by the water cascading from the shower, but it was their movements that provided the most friction as they rocked against each other with desperate need.
Draco shut his eyes, and imagined footsteps in the changing room just the other side of the door. He imagined Harry trying to hold back his moans, and how he would be unable to let Harry go, even with the footsteps getting nearer and nearer.
Draco reached past Harry, turning the shower on full blast so that the noise would be easily heard, should anyone walk in. Maybe one of their friends would come looking for them, wondering where they were. The friend wouldn’t come into the shower, but they would call out for them. Draco and Harry would both be too breathless to respond, and then the friend, out of concern, would poke their head around the wall, only to be met by the sight of two lovers lost in the pleasures of one another’s bodies.
Draco came hard with a cry, moving against Harry desperately as he rode out his orgasm. Harry soon followed suit, and they sank to the floor together, with legs entwined and their foreheads pressed together.
“I think,” Harry said breathlessly, resting his hands on Draco’s thighs, “that I might have a fetish for danger.”
“I know,” Draco replied, before he captured Harry’s lips with his own.
*
“I hate Potions,” Harry complained as he stared grumpily at the potion bubbling away on their desk.
He and Draco were sat at the back desk of the classroom, holding hands underneath the table. Honestly, they could have gotten away with holding hands above the desk, too, because the rest of the class were firmly focused on the difficult potion that they were making.
“Well, I have an idea that might cheer you up,” Draco said quietly, letting go of Harry’s hand so that he could rest his own on Harry’s thigh.
Instantly, Harry’s hand closed around Draco’s wrist, and his green eyes darted around the room nervously, but his lips had parted, while his grip on Draco slackened.
“There’s something wrong with you, you know?” Harry muttered lowly, unbuttoning his trousers so Draco could easily slide his hand underneath.
Harry gasped as Draco closed his fingers around his cock, which drew the attention of Professor Slughorn.
Draco didn’t even blink, while Harry did very well not to choke.
“Almost cut myself,” Harry spluttered, fumbling around for the scalpel. “I’m fine though.”
The professor chuckled and turned his attention back to their flustered classmates.
“I hate you,” Harry growled through clenched teeth. “I really, really, hate you. I can’t believe I’m enjoying this.”
Draco laughed, slowly stroking Harry’s cock. “Be quiet unless you want people to hear us,” he warned, knowing that he wouldn’t mind if Harry decided to make a noise, just to spite him. “Care to touch me, too?”
Harry’s hand slid underneath Draco’s boxers almost instantly.
Harry’s hand was warm around his cock, and gripped him tightly. Every little movement that Harry made sent jolts of pleasure through Draco’s body, and that pleasure was only intensified when Draco thought about all the classmates around them, who could turn around and notice them at any moment.
Yes, the desk would block them from seeing anything, but if Draco looked anything like Harry – who was flush-faced and panting – it would be pretty obvious what they were up to.
Harry was biting down on his lip in an attempt to be quiet, and that sight almost undid Draco.
He managed to hold on though, but his hand moved over Harry’s cock even faster. Harry met his pace, but it soon slowed, until the hand completely stopped moving, and Harry dropped his head heavily on the desk as he came over Draco’s fingers.
Draco could hear Harry’s muffled moans, and it was with reluctance that he quickly grabbed Harry’s wrist with his free hand and pulled it from his trousers, just as half the class and Slughorn turned to look at the noise.
“Harry, m’boy; are you alright?” the professor enquired, peering worriedly over at Harry, seemingly completely oblivious to what had just gone on.
“I think it’s the potions fumes, Sir,” Draco answered, pulling his hand away from Harry and wiping his release on his trousers. “Shall I take him to the hospital wing?”
“Yes, that might be wise,” Slughorn answered with a nod.
After orgasms, Harry tended to be somewhat dazed, and so he was easy to manoeuvre out of the classroom.
“The corridors will be empty now,” Draco hissed in Harry’s ears as they passed by the desks. “Perfect place for a fuck, no?”
*
“You want to do what? Where?” Harry spluttered, staring at Draco wide-eyed. “At the feast? I know we have this exhibitionist thing going on, but isn’t this a bit too far?”
They certainly did have an exhibitionist thing going on. Despite Harry’s apprehension, he definitely got turned on by public sex. Harry’s main problem was that when going into unusual but safe situations, he tended to imagine all the negative consequences. On the other hand, he would leap into dangerous, life-risking situations without a second though, but that was a whole other story.
“If only one of us had an Invisibility Cloak that had been used for far more insane schemes,” Draco muttered, rolling his eyes. “You can suck me off, if you want; it doesn’t matter to me which way round it is.”
And that was true – while Draco loved the idea of hiding under the table while he sucked Harry’s cock, the thought of Harry on his hands and knees, and pleasing Draco with his talented tongue, was as equally arousing.
Harry opened his mouth and then shut it again, tilting his head as he stared at Draco. Draco was sure that Harry must have forgotten how to blink.
“But during the feast, Draco?” Harry repeated his query from earlier, his face flickering from looking turned on to looking terrified. “There will be first years around! And professors!”
“We’ll be at the back of the hall near the seventh years,” Draco pointed out. “And your cloak will hide anything important anyway. I promise I won’t let us get caught if you don’t want to be.”
Harry stared a bit longer.
“You’ll stay quiet?” he asked, glancing down at Draco’s thighs. Draco nodded when Harry brought his gaze back up. “I’m in.”
The feast before the winter holidays thankfully came quickly, and Draco strode into the Great Hall with excited anticipation.
Just knowing that Harry was waiting underneath the Slytherin table for him was incredibly arousing, and Draco couldn’t wait to start.
He took a seat right at the end of the table, and felt his cock grow hard from the mere touch of Harry’s invisible hand on his thighs.
Draco glanced down to see his legs disappear as the cloak was thrown over them, and then shaky hands were undoing his trousers, and pulling his cock from his boxers.
Draco murmured greetings to his housemates, and tried to casually spoon food onto his plate, but when he felt Harry’s mouth close over the head of his cock, he dropped the spoon with a clatter.
A few students shot him questioning looks, but when he glared at them, they quickly turned away.
Harry’s mouth was moving down his cock now, warm and wet, and deft fingers toyed with his balls.
Draco used one hand to use a fork to push the food around on his plate, trying to create an illusion that he was eating, while his other hand was clenched tightly on the table top, his knuckles having turned paper white.
It was so wrong, getting a blow job while sitting amongst his peers, but Draco had never been so turned on in his life. Harry was wonderful at cock sucking, and that, combined with being one of only two people who knew what was going on under the table, meant that Draco was quickly losing control.
He wanted to let go, and moan, and fuck Harry’s mouth, so that everyone would know what he was doing, but Draco had made a promise to Harry, and so he endured the silence, strongly resisting the urge to buck his hips up and mutter dirty talk to his lover.
Draco’s whole body tensed as he came in Harry’s mouth, and he barely held back his moans – his lip was bleeding from how hard he had bit down on it.
Blaise was staring at Draco with a bewildered expression, and Draco managed a grin, feeling accomplished as Blaise glanced down at the table and rolled his eyes, muttering something about ‘insatiable perverts’.
Harry didn’t need to know that Blaise knew.
Draco dropped a hand beneath the table, stroking Harry’s hair as the man rested his head against Draco’s thigh.
And Draco decided then, as he glanced around the bustling Great Hall, that he couldn’t wait until next term.
*
Author:
leontinabowiePrompt Number: 6 by
birdsofshoreKink Showcased: Exhibitionism
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Draco and Harry have sex in public
Warnings/Content Notes: Public sex, oral sex, handjobs.
Word Count: 2000
Author's Notes: By sex, I mean sexual acts other than anal.
birdsofshore, I hope that you like this, and sorry that I couldn’t write a longer story.*
Draco’s heart thumped heavily in his chest as his sweaty hand grasped the cold door handle.
The person on the other side of the store cupboard seemed to get the idea, and Draco heard footsteps fade down the corridor, while adrenaline continued to course through him.
It was…exhilarating, really, almost being caught in the throes of passion. Draco was no exhibitionist, but he’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t even more turned on now.
Draco turned to look at his partner – Harry Potter – who was red-cheeked and breathless, and still with his hand down Draco’s boxers.
After the war had ended, Draco and Harry had been able to put their differences behind them and forgive one another for their past wrongs. They had both returned to complete their final year at Hogwarts, and without a reason to hate each other, the spark that had always been between them turned from loathing to lust, and a sexual - and somewhat affectionate - relationship formed between them.
“You’re still hard,” Harry commented, and his fingers tightened around Draco’s cock.
“I should think so,” Draco responded curtly. “You’re rather good at handjobs; must be from all that practice on yourself.”
“Prat,” Harry grinned. “I’m sure I’m better at them than you are, unless you think you can prove otherwise.”
Draco smirked, and readily took up Harry’s challenge.
All the while, his heart was still racing.
*
“Draco!” Harry whined, while Draco’s mouth trailed down his neck. “Don’t you think this is a bit too risky?”
“Seriously?” Draco scoffed, shaking a dripping wet strand of hair out of his eyes. “Reckless is your middle name.”
After almost getting caught with Harry in the store cupboard, Draco had realised that the idea of sex in a public place turned him on something chronic. It wasn’t that he actually wanted to get caught, per se, but rather it was the thought that they might that got to him. It was risky, and naughty, and Draco’s cock got hard every time he imagined the places he and Harry could get up to some fun.
Draco had always believed that Harry was turned on by danger, and his lover hadn’t been too difficult to persuade. Mainly, Harry was just nervous about the repercussions of being caught, no matter Draco’s reassurances that that wouldn’t happen.
Admittedly, the Quidditch changing room showers might not have been the safest of public places, but what was the point of public sex if you went too safe? Besides, all the other players were long gone now.
Although the thought of someone coming back to get something they had forgotten, and seeing Draco and Harry’s naked bodies entwined under the flowing water made Draco’s cock grow even harder, and he resumed his attack on Harry’s neck, biting down on the soft skin until he was confident there would be a mark left behind.
Harry threw his head backwards and thrust his hips forwards, rubbing his cock against Draco’s. Harry’s hand was wrapped around both of their erections, slicked by the water cascading from the shower, but it was their movements that provided the most friction as they rocked against each other with desperate need.
Draco shut his eyes, and imagined footsteps in the changing room just the other side of the door. He imagined Harry trying to hold back his moans, and how he would be unable to let Harry go, even with the footsteps getting nearer and nearer.
Draco reached past Harry, turning the shower on full blast so that the noise would be easily heard, should anyone walk in. Maybe one of their friends would come looking for them, wondering where they were. The friend wouldn’t come into the shower, but they would call out for them. Draco and Harry would both be too breathless to respond, and then the friend, out of concern, would poke their head around the wall, only to be met by the sight of two lovers lost in the pleasures of one another’s bodies.
Draco came hard with a cry, moving against Harry desperately as he rode out his orgasm. Harry soon followed suit, and they sank to the floor together, with legs entwined and their foreheads pressed together.
“I think,” Harry said breathlessly, resting his hands on Draco’s thighs, “that I might have a fetish for danger.”
“I know,” Draco replied, before he captured Harry’s lips with his own.
*
“I hate Potions,” Harry complained as he stared grumpily at the potion bubbling away on their desk.
He and Draco were sat at the back desk of the classroom, holding hands underneath the table. Honestly, they could have gotten away with holding hands above the desk, too, because the rest of the class were firmly focused on the difficult potion that they were making.
“Well, I have an idea that might cheer you up,” Draco said quietly, letting go of Harry’s hand so that he could rest his own on Harry’s thigh.
Instantly, Harry’s hand closed around Draco’s wrist, and his green eyes darted around the room nervously, but his lips had parted, while his grip on Draco slackened.
“There’s something wrong with you, you know?” Harry muttered lowly, unbuttoning his trousers so Draco could easily slide his hand underneath.
Harry gasped as Draco closed his fingers around his cock, which drew the attention of Professor Slughorn.
Draco didn’t even blink, while Harry did very well not to choke.
“Almost cut myself,” Harry spluttered, fumbling around for the scalpel. “I’m fine though.”
The professor chuckled and turned his attention back to their flustered classmates.
“I hate you,” Harry growled through clenched teeth. “I really, really, hate you. I can’t believe I’m enjoying this.”
Draco laughed, slowly stroking Harry’s cock. “Be quiet unless you want people to hear us,” he warned, knowing that he wouldn’t mind if Harry decided to make a noise, just to spite him. “Care to touch me, too?”
Harry’s hand slid underneath Draco’s boxers almost instantly.
Harry’s hand was warm around his cock, and gripped him tightly. Every little movement that Harry made sent jolts of pleasure through Draco’s body, and that pleasure was only intensified when Draco thought about all the classmates around them, who could turn around and notice them at any moment.
Yes, the desk would block them from seeing anything, but if Draco looked anything like Harry – who was flush-faced and panting – it would be pretty obvious what they were up to.
Harry was biting down on his lip in an attempt to be quiet, and that sight almost undid Draco.
He managed to hold on though, but his hand moved over Harry’s cock even faster. Harry met his pace, but it soon slowed, until the hand completely stopped moving, and Harry dropped his head heavily on the desk as he came over Draco’s fingers.
Draco could hear Harry’s muffled moans, and it was with reluctance that he quickly grabbed Harry’s wrist with his free hand and pulled it from his trousers, just as half the class and Slughorn turned to look at the noise.
“Harry, m’boy; are you alright?” the professor enquired, peering worriedly over at Harry, seemingly completely oblivious to what had just gone on.
“I think it’s the potions fumes, Sir,” Draco answered, pulling his hand away from Harry and wiping his release on his trousers. “Shall I take him to the hospital wing?”
“Yes, that might be wise,” Slughorn answered with a nod.
After orgasms, Harry tended to be somewhat dazed, and so he was easy to manoeuvre out of the classroom.
“The corridors will be empty now,” Draco hissed in Harry’s ears as they passed by the desks. “Perfect place for a fuck, no?”
*
“You want to do what? Where?” Harry spluttered, staring at Draco wide-eyed. “At the feast? I know we have this exhibitionist thing going on, but isn’t this a bit too far?”
They certainly did have an exhibitionist thing going on. Despite Harry’s apprehension, he definitely got turned on by public sex. Harry’s main problem was that when going into unusual but safe situations, he tended to imagine all the negative consequences. On the other hand, he would leap into dangerous, life-risking situations without a second though, but that was a whole other story.
“If only one of us had an Invisibility Cloak that had been used for far more insane schemes,” Draco muttered, rolling his eyes. “You can suck me off, if you want; it doesn’t matter to me which way round it is.”
And that was true – while Draco loved the idea of hiding under the table while he sucked Harry’s cock, the thought of Harry on his hands and knees, and pleasing Draco with his talented tongue, was as equally arousing.
Harry opened his mouth and then shut it again, tilting his head as he stared at Draco. Draco was sure that Harry must have forgotten how to blink.
“But during the feast, Draco?” Harry repeated his query from earlier, his face flickering from looking turned on to looking terrified. “There will be first years around! And professors!”
“We’ll be at the back of the hall near the seventh years,” Draco pointed out. “And your cloak will hide anything important anyway. I promise I won’t let us get caught if you don’t want to be.”
Harry stared a bit longer.
“You’ll stay quiet?” he asked, glancing down at Draco’s thighs. Draco nodded when Harry brought his gaze back up. “I’m in.”
The feast before the winter holidays thankfully came quickly, and Draco strode into the Great Hall with excited anticipation.
Just knowing that Harry was waiting underneath the Slytherin table for him was incredibly arousing, and Draco couldn’t wait to start.
He took a seat right at the end of the table, and felt his cock grow hard from the mere touch of Harry’s invisible hand on his thighs.
Draco glanced down to see his legs disappear as the cloak was thrown over them, and then shaky hands were undoing his trousers, and pulling his cock from his boxers.
Draco murmured greetings to his housemates, and tried to casually spoon food onto his plate, but when he felt Harry’s mouth close over the head of his cock, he dropped the spoon with a clatter.
A few students shot him questioning looks, but when he glared at them, they quickly turned away.
Harry’s mouth was moving down his cock now, warm and wet, and deft fingers toyed with his balls.
Draco used one hand to use a fork to push the food around on his plate, trying to create an illusion that he was eating, while his other hand was clenched tightly on the table top, his knuckles having turned paper white.
It was so wrong, getting a blow job while sitting amongst his peers, but Draco had never been so turned on in his life. Harry was wonderful at cock sucking, and that, combined with being one of only two people who knew what was going on under the table, meant that Draco was quickly losing control.
He wanted to let go, and moan, and fuck Harry’s mouth, so that everyone would know what he was doing, but Draco had made a promise to Harry, and so he endured the silence, strongly resisting the urge to buck his hips up and mutter dirty talk to his lover.
Draco’s whole body tensed as he came in Harry’s mouth, and he barely held back his moans – his lip was bleeding from how hard he had bit down on it.
Blaise was staring at Draco with a bewildered expression, and Draco managed a grin, feeling accomplished as Blaise glanced down at the table and rolled his eyes, muttering something about ‘insatiable perverts’.
Harry didn’t need to know that Blaise knew.
Draco dropped a hand beneath the table, stroking Harry’s hair as the man rested his head against Draco’s thigh.
And Draco decided then, as he glanced around the bustling Great Hall, that he couldn’t wait until next term.
*
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