His body is tired, and if it weren't for the charm he'd placed on his shoes, Harry isn't sure if he'd actually be able to walk. He hates today.
The perp got out scot free thanks to a technicality; bloody first year Auros that don't know how to file the right paperwork. He knows that they'll catch him again, and next time, there won't be any mistakes.
All he wants to do is go home, take a long hot bath, and fucking go to bed until next Tuesday. Thank Merlin, it's the weekend.
When he arrives home via the Floo, Draco is sitting on the sofa, hunched over his notes. He gives Harry a smile, and Harry's so bloody knackered, he manages a small waive.
"Are you all right, Potter?"
Harry nods and makes his way up the stairs to the bedroom. He can feel Draco's eyes on him all the way until he gets to the room and shuts the door behind him. He already knows what to expect now, and he smiles to himself at the thought of it.
By the time Harry's undressed, Draco is in the room with him. "I've drawn you a bath," he says, as he walks up to Harry and runs his fingers through his hair. "It'll help you relax."
The water is warm and soothing on his muscles as Harry settled in the tub, his glasses off, and his eyes closed. He's not sure how long he's been there for, when Draco enters the bath; naked hand carrying two glasses of wine.
"Feeling better?" Draco asks, placing the glasses of wine on the table next to Harry's glasses and gets in the tub with him.
He starts with the ankles. Rubbing them smoothly until he moves up to his calves, his thighs, and then gently massaging his ribs. Harry squirms under Draco's touch, his cock is hard--has been hard since Draco'd walked into the bathroom naked.
Draco, of course, pays to mind to Harry's erection. His own prick rubs against Harry's but he's pretending as if it's no big deal. He's simply concentrating on massaging the tension out of Harry's muscles.
Water splashes everywhere as Harry writhes under Draco's touch, and Draco continues on kneading on the tension spots.
"Draco..." Harry practically begs, as he's on his knees with Draco behind him, working on his shoulders.
He wants Draco to take him. Put more pressure on his pleasure points, push Harry down, and simply command him. He wants it, and Draco much feel that from him? Doesn't he?
"Let's get you dried, and off to bed," Draco says, sounding calm. Harry's felt Draco's cock against his thigh, he's hard, and he really must be holding himself back as he's fretting over taking care of Harry. But Harry wants to take care of Draco. He knows the longer he waits, the better Draco's going to make it for him, still, he's growing impatient.
Once they're in bed, Draco grabs Harry's hands up above his head and there's a mumbled spell until there's a binding on his wrists and his hands are tied to the bedpost. Harry gasps in surprise when a small pang shudders through his body, and he looks up at Draco whose smiling down at him.
His body is tired, and if it weren't for the charm he'd placed on his shoes, Harry isn't sure if he'd actually be able to walk. He hates today.
The perp got out scot free thanks to a technicality; bloody first year Auros that don't know how to file the right paperwork. He knows that they'll catch him again, and next time, there won't be any mistakes.
All he wants to do is go home, take a long hot bath, and fucking go to bed until next Tuesday. Thank Merlin, it's the weekend.
When he arrives home via the Floo, Draco is sitting on the sofa, hunched over his notes. He gives Harry a smile, and Harry's so bloody knackered, he manages a small waive.
"Are you all right, Potter?"
Harry nods and makes his way up the stairs to the bedroom. He can feel Draco's eyes on him all the way until he gets to the room and shuts the door behind him. He already knows what to expect now, and he smiles to himself at the thought of it.
By the time Harry's undressed, Draco is in the room with him. "I've drawn you a bath," he says, as he walks up to Harry and runs his fingers through his hair. "It'll help you relax."
The water is warm and soothing on his muscles as Harry settled in the tub, his glasses off, and his eyes closed. He's not sure how long he's been there for, when Draco enters the bath; naked hand carrying two glasses of wine.
"Feeling better?" Draco asks, placing the glasses of wine on the table next to Harry's glasses and gets in the tub with him.
He starts with the ankles. Rubbing them smoothly until he moves up to his calves, his thighs, and then gently massaging his ribs. Harry squirms under Draco's touch, his cock is hard--has been hard since Draco'd walked into the bathroom naked.
Draco, of course, pays to mind to Harry's erection. His own prick rubs against Harry's but he's pretending as if it's no big deal. He's simply concentrating on massaging the tension out of Harry's muscles.
Water splashes everywhere as Harry writhes under Draco's touch, and Draco continues on kneading on the tension spots.
"Draco..." Harry practically begs, as he's on his knees with Draco behind him, working on his shoulders.
He wants Draco to take him. Put more pressure on his pleasure points, push Harry down, and simply command him. He wants it, and Draco much feel that from him? Doesn't he?
"Let's get you dried, and off to bed," Draco says, sounding calm. Harry's felt Draco's cock against his thigh, he's hard, and he really must be holding himself back as he's fretting over taking care of Harry. But Harry wants to take care of Draco. He knows the longer he waits, the better Draco's going to make it for him, still, he's growing impatient.
Once they're in bed, Draco grabs Harry's hands up above his head and there's a mumbled spell until there's a binding on his wrists and his hands are tied to the bedpost. Harry gasps in surprise when a small pang shudders through his body, and he looks up at Draco whose smiling down at him.