Drarry Oneshots 2

what would your father think?

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Summary: what would draco's father have to say about him being under harry potter?

Author: wxndless (on ao3)

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draco is a virgin. well, he's shagged his fair share of women — including pansy for some odd reason. he would rather snog mcgonagall than sleep with her again, because although she is so very dear to draco and she just so happens to own a rather fit body, she is an absolute horror in bed. but that's all besides the point. technically, no, he isn't a virgin. he is, though, a virgin when it comes to men.

he has no experience in the field, so when harry potter had happily began to chat him up at a bar and proceed to buy him whatever drink he desired, he didn't know what to think. hell, he didn't even know potter was bent.

of course, he himself isn't bent. he can't be! he can appreciate the size and shape of a women's tits, he loves the way his prick feels surrounded by the slick warmth of the lucky woman he's decided to shag, and he loves a nice round bum.

now that he thinks about it though, he does find himself staring at a lot of men's behinds. particularly potter's in those ghastly muggle clothes he loves to wear, which hug him in all the right places and show off the muscles he had built up over the last few years, curtesy of his rigorous auror training. and yes, maybe he does like to finger himself in the shower every once in a while to the thought of the muscular man, who was once a scrawny teen boy, much shorter than himself, fucking him from behind. merlin, he's the same height as him now, and his hands are big, and his muscles...

bugger, he'd gotten distracted thinking about how bloody fit potter was. that'll never do.

besides all this potter was, much to draco's annoyance, extremely charming. their conversation flowed wonderfully, almost like they had never been school rivals in the first place, and potter couldn't seem to keep his hands away from him (not that he was complaining). and even despite all of this build up draco still very almost had a panic attack when potter had suggested hotly in his ear, voice a seductive whisper, that they should go back to his house.

first of all he hadn't fully registered that is was potter who had crowded him back up against the bar, a hand on his waist as he whispered into draco's ear, and was then asking him of all people in this club to come home with him.

potter had bought him drinks, enough to give draco a pleasant buzz and have him teetering on the edge of drunken bliss. potter had come to him. the stupid gryffindor had approached him, all smug (where had his awkwardness gone from school?!), and assumed that he, draco malfoy, was into men. it was all very odd, a bizarre situation, and draco had assumed that he would of declined. which is why he is confused as to why he is suddenly in potter's living room, completely naked, laying back on potter's sofa, with a completely-clothed potter's warm mouth wrapped around his prick.

"fuck," draco says, embarrassed by just how desperate he sounds. one of his arms is lifted to cover his eyes, and his other is reaching down so that he can lace his fingers in potter's hair, which, may he add, is surprisingly much softer than he had expected.

his back is arching slightly off of the sofa as potter hollows his cheeks and sucks, bobbing his head up and down. potter runs his tongue under the sensitive head every time he pulls back up, letting his tongue lick across the slit every once in a while to collect any newly sprouting pre-come from draco's tip. one of potter's hands is at the base of draco's cock, and he can feel the scruff along potter's jaw. the other hand is busy fondling draco's balls, rolling them around in his palm as he drives the blonde absolutely batty with lust and desire.