“Prends ta queue dans ta main pour moi, touch it for me,” Draco moaned, rolling his hips towards Potter. He knew what he looked like when he spoke French, and was pleased to see Potter respond, his eyes rolling back slightly as his eyelashes fluttered. Draco knew he was about to take another chance, but he was fairly confident it would pay off. “Grab onto your cock, show how hard you are for me, baby.”

Potter’s eyes rolled back further as his hips bucked forward.

Success.

“Lick your palm, get it really wet for me. Pretend it’s my needy mouth sucking on your fingers.”

Draco couldn’t help but allow a moan to escape his throat when he watched Potter raise his arm and stick out his tongue. He licked his hand thoroughly, pulling in each digit as if his skin was covered in sticky treacle tart.

“That’s it,” Draco groaned, his own cock pressing heavily against his pants as he watched Potter wrap his fingers around his thick cock. There would be time to pull himself off later to this memory, when he was back in the safety of his flat, hopefully with the crystal that was still burning in his pocket.

“Good boy.” He saw Potter’s groan before he heard it, building in the depths of his throat before openly escaping his mouth in a heady, wanton noise. Potter began to rub, slow, thorough strokes, gathering the precum at the tip of his cock. He pulled against his foreskin, exposing the thick head dripping with salty want, before working his palm downward.

“Close your eyes, Potter.” His stare was setting Draco off-balance. He couldn’t concentrate as green eyes blazed into his own silver. Once his eyelids shut, Draco was able to continue, filling the air with his dirty confessions.

“I’ve thought about swallowing you down, taking your cock into my hand, my mouth, since sixth year, Potter. I’ve thought about my fingers opening you up, my tongue opening you up, my cock opening you up while you moan, and scream and buck. Can you moan for me, baby?”

Potter’s moan was guttural, almost manic, as his stroking became frenzied.

“Good boy. I know you’ve thought of me too. Thought about what it would feel like to be on all fours for me, your needy little hole just waiting for my cock. You’d be so ready for me, so ready for me to fuck you, to pound you into the mattress. I’m hard just thinking about it, about filling you with my cock and my cum.”

Draco kicked off the wall and closed the distance between them. He leaned close to Potter’s ear, his voice deep and controlled.

“I'm dying to find out if you are as good in real life as you are in my fantasies.”