Title: Those Who Wank Together
Warnings: Wanking, Voyeurism/ Exhibitionism (if you squint), Sexual content
Rating: NC-17 to make it safe
Summary: After a stimulating conversation back at Gryffindor common room, Harry escapes to the Room of Requirement. However, the room is already in use by one Draco Malfoy. Their encounter? Bliss.
Thank you so much to both The. Dragonfly. Lover and NaughtypastryChef for the quick beta!
Disclaimer: The characters I don't own, but that doesn't stop me from manipulating them and putting them into these kind of situations, now does it? And no, I don't make any money off of this- but if you're willing to slip me a penny, I won't tell!
'I need someplace to wank, I need someplace to wank…' Harry thought furiously as he paced stiffly in front of the Room of Requirement. He was walking so stiffly due to the hardness in his pants that was making this simple task difficult. However, it was not as difficult as hiding a sudden erection in the middle of the Gryffindor common room in response to an unexpected topic. Nor was it as difficult as sneaking out of said common room under Hermione's watchful and calculating gaze.
All Harry could think was 'thank Merlin for Invisibility Cloaks.'
Harry bit back a groan as a plain wooden door appeared before him and rushed forward, wrenching it open as he fell into the dark room.
Slamming the door shut, he lent back against it, letting the Cloak slip sensuously through his fingers to pool at his feet. Hurriedly, he tugged his trousers open and only managed to get them halfway down his thighs before he succumbed to grabbing his hard-on. His head fell back against the door with a muffled thump, eyes sliding closed. A low hiss slipped through clenched teeth as his fingers closed around his shaft.
He had only managed one stroke before the room was illuminated.
His eyes snapped open and he cried out in shock. No one was in here! How would he have been able to get in otherwise?
But regardless, there, in the middle of the room, sitting completely naked on a large four-poster bed, was Draco Malfoy.
Harry swallowed convulsively, attempting to hide his persistent arousal. The conversation that took place in the common room returned to him, not helping his condition at all. He pressed back firmly against the door as Malfoy's gaze slid over him. Harry's stomach twisted into a knot when he saw the slow smirk spreading over the Slytherin's face.
Thankfully, it was swiftly replaced with irritation- though Harry wasn't sure if that was better or worse.
"May I ask what you are doing here, Potter? Not hoping for a private peep show, are you?"
Harry stammered. "N-no- I-"
Malfoy sneered. "No, I suppose you Gryffindors are much too honest for that. Still…" Harry felt his face flush as he felt Malfoy's eyes rake over his form, spending far too much time on his barely concealed erection. Clearly, the situation he currently found himself in would be enough to lessen the arousal, discussions be damned. But there was something about the way Malfoy looked at him-
Harry trampled that thought before it got too far out of hand.
Malfoy leant back against the headboard, surveying Harry through half lidded eyes. His legs parted ever so slightly, and Harry fought to keep his eyes locked on Malfoy's face. "I think it's safe to assume that you came here to wank, yes?"
Harry's eyes narrowed. "What I do in my spare time is hardly any of your concern, Malfoy." He was proud of himself for being able to add such a derisive sneer to the name in his condition. He mentally patted himself on the back.
Malfoy's brows shot up. "Oh, I think it is, Potter. You see, you're infringing on my reserved wank time, barging in here like that."
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I'll just go then." Harry's throat tightened and he attempted to stuff himself back into his pants. Malfoy, seeing his problems, huffed.
"Well, now, there's really no need for that."
Harry paused, not meeting Malfoy's eye as he stared at the end of the bed. "No need for what?" His voice trembled slightly.
"Well, you're obviously going to have quite the difficulty hiding your… state, per say," Harry could detect the smirk, and his grip tightened on the edge of his trousers, still half in the act of pulling them back up. "Which will cause you to need an empty classroom to release; and I happen to have it on good authority that Snape is patrolling these halls as we speak. I don't think you want him walking in on anything like that." Harry shivered, slightly revolted. No, the idea of Snape walking in on him in a compromised state was too much to bear.
"And therefore, you suggestion would be?" Harry told himself he imagined the slight hitch of breath from across the room.
"You may as well just stay here."
Harry frowned and met the grey eyes that stared at him unblinkingly. "Why should I?"
Malfoy's answer was a bit too quick. "To avoid any unwanted encounters, of course," he said, reminded him of the possible encounter that was bound to happen if Harry left.
"And then what do you suppose would happen, the two of us here?" Harry was a tad bit breathless. His heart slammed in his throat, making it difficult to swallow.
Malfoy shrugged, a casual rise and fall of his shoulder. "A mutual wank of a sort, I suppose."
Harry's mind reeled. A mutual wank with Draco Malfoy in the Room of Requirement. After seven years of animosity, this was the most unlikely occurrence he could imagine. The conversation from the common room buzzed in his ears, making the shroud of surrealism dissipate slightly.
Harry narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Malfoy was sure to use this against him somehow. His cock strummed in his hand, not liking being ignored for so long. Voyeurism had never been Harry's cup of tea, but living in a small room with four other boys had given him a general idea of what it would be like. Watching Malfoy jerk off in front of him should have made Harry's decision clear. But the idea was almost… painfully arousing.
The battle between the dwindling logic of his brain and the ache of release his erection was pressing on him was lost as Harry's eyes skimmed unbidden over Malfoy's body. He lay relaxing against the pillows, his pale skin glinting in the light of a single candle on the table beside the bed. A light layer of sweat covered his body from his earlier activities, his cock jutting out from between slightly spread legs.
Harry swallowed. "All right then," he found himself whispering, barely audible.
Malfoy seemed to relax at this, and he began to leisurely stroke himself, running his hand up and down his shaft, twisting his wrist slightly near the head. Harry's eyes were fixed on this sight as the death grip he had on his pants loosened. He hesitated briefly before following Malfoy's lead, biting back a groan as he tightened his grip.
He leaned back further into the solidity of the door, his eyes sliding closed as his movements increased. He struggled to open them slightly, making sure that Malfoy continued too. He didn't want to be taken by surprise if he chose to attack.
He fought to keep his pace slow, but that became increasingly difficult when Malfoy trailed damp fingers over his body. Deft fingers rolled his balls before sliding behind them to his entrance. He moaned loudly, causing Harry to suck in a sharp breath. Clearly, Malfoy was holding nothing back.
Harry's grip tightened and his pace increased as Malfoy shifted on the bed, pulling his knees closer to his chest and exposing himself. Harry had an unobstructed view as his fingers began pressing in and out. The sound of Malfoy's panting rang through the room.
Malfoy was clearly putting on a show, and Harry found himself admitting that he deserved top marks.
Harry's eyes traveled over the body before him as he continued to thrust into his hand, smearing the precome gathered at the tip. He was taken aback to see that Malfoy's gaze was fixed unwaveringly on him. He could see the burning desire there, and his breath hitched.
The eye contact was apparently too much for Malfoy. His head flopped back against the headboard and he whimpered. He thrust upwards sharply, impaling himself further on his fingers and cried out sharply. Through the haze that surrounded Harry, he was shocked when he was able to distinguish his name in the rumble of orgasmic bliss thundering through the blond.
Malfoy gasping out his name as he came overloaded Harry's senses, and he came with a sharp cry over his hand.
The tingling of a cleaning charm forced Harry to open his eyes in time to see Malfoy slid off the bed and begin a slow gait towards him. Hurriedly, he stuffed himself back in his trousers, his face flaming.
Malfoy stopped right in front of him, standing nose to nose. Harry couldn't help but notice Malfoy in his still completely nude state. He lent closer, supporting his weight on the door behind Harry with one hand.
"Potter," he said in whisper, his breath ghosting over Harry's slightly parted lips. Harry found himself unable to breath, so focused was he on the grey eyes. His eyes tracked the movement as a pink tongue appeared to trace the line of Malfoy's lips. "Thank you," he continued, and he opened the door.
Harry tumbled backwards out of the room, landing painfully on his arse. When he looked up, the door to the Room of Requirement had melded back into smooth stone.