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May 3/Day 3 Broomstick Buddies Harry/Draco NC-17
Title: Broomstick Buddies
Characters or Pairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 497
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Boys wanking messily
Challenge: floo sex
Author's Notes: Day 3



"Potter? They told me it was my Ministry assigned counsel." Draco glared suspiciously at Harry through the floo connection.
"A little bit of an exaggeration, but I am actually working to help you and your mum." Harry replied.
"Right. What is this really about?" Draco pursed his lips.
"What it's really about is how you shoved your prick against my arse after we were clear of the fire in the Room of Requirement." Harry said smugly and he let his hand slide down to his prick.
"You're mad! I never! I wouldn't!" Draco huffed.
"You wouldn't top? Probably not, but I wouldn't mind if you wanted to." Harry shrugged and gave his prick a squeeze.
"Potter, what are you doing?!" Draco demanded.
"It's called wanking. You should try it. It' pretty fucking amazing." Harry unzipped his trousers.
"I know wanking! Why are you doing it here?" Draco whinged.
Harry shimmied out of his pants and trousers. His prick sprang out hard and ready.
"Potter, I'm in a room full of people!" Draco hissed.
Harry stroked himself blatantly. "You're a Sytherin. Think. Get them to give you a towel because you're going to cry or something. Say its allergies. I can't do everything for you."
Draco's head disappeared.
Harry put his wank on hold for a moment.
Draco's head returned. "We only have three minutes."
"Thinking of you with your hand down your pants in a room full of people I could come in three seconds." Harry panted as he worked his prick fast and hard. "I can't get to you to fuck you so here we have, floo sex."
Draco groaned and then coughed.
Harry lifted his hips from the chair and rocked into his hand. "Next time I'm going to arrange a meeting at the Ministry. We'll have a private room and I'm going to suck your lovely prick until you cream down my throat."
"Hurry up, Harry." Draco panted.
"Do you want to see it?" Harry groaned.
"Now, do it now…" Draco's face contorted.
Their eyes locked.
Harry's prick pulsed and his come flew. His shoulder, glasses and hair all took hits.
Neither spoke, but their eyes remained engaged as they both fought to control their breath.
"Come much, Potter?" Draco prodded lightly.
"Try living in a tent with Hermione and Ron for a year." Harry moved to cover himself.
"No. Stop." Draco demanded.
Harry blinked owlishly.
"What to see if you're a show-er or a grow-er."
Harry laughed.
Draco brought a towel to his face and blew his nose loudly. "No one is going to believe all this came out of my nose, it's far too refined."
"And your prick?" Harry's voice was too breathless for his own liking.
"Guess you'd better make that private appointment as my counsel so you can find out." Draco said haughtily. "Time is up."
Draco's head disappeared.
Harry laughed again. Then he used a cleaning spell and then set to give himself a long slow wank this time.