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Draco was in the bathroom getting ready when he heard the quiet click of his next client entering the outer room. He heard the clinking of coins settling upon the nightstand, followed by the creaking of the bedsprings and a clunking of heavy work boots upon the wooden floorboards. Good, this one was experienced in visiting the brothel. There was nothing Draco hated more than having to deal with first timers. They were far too nervous and clingy as hell.
Draco pulled a lavender kimono-style robe around his shoulders, gave himself another quick once over in the mirror before entering the room. He saw a well-muscled man with dark messy hair waiting patiently upon the bed’s edge and he pasted on a false smile.
The man turned as he approached and Draco was both shocked and amused by the client awaiting him. A set of familiar green eyes met Draco’s gaze, eyes that Draco had always hoped would stay a part of his past.
“Malfoy…”
Draco heard the word tremble past the lips of Harry Potter, as he stood up. Draco let out a chuckle at Potter’s sudden nervousness. He had much to lose being recognized here. Potter was the ministry’s head Auror and a supposedly happily married man. Draco wondered at what excuses Potter gave his little woman for his absences while he visited the brothels of Knockturn.
“I take it you might want another room.” Draco replied pointedly.
He watched as Potter fidgeted beneath his stare. In the few moments since Draco had entered the room, Potter’s eyes hadn’t left his body. It seemed Potter liked what he saw and that had Draco feeling secretly smug.
“Can you be discreet?” Potter whispered as he lessened the space that lay between them.
“My contract forbids me speaking the names of any of my clients.” Draco stated matter-of-factly.
Emboldened by his reassurance, Potter stepped closer. Draco was surprised the man hadn’t left. Instead, Potter’s fingers pushed the lavender silk from around Draco’s shoulders, letting it pool onto the floor. Potter’s mouth sought out the newly exposed flesh, sucking a small cherry red welt into Draco’s pale skin.
Draco was on autopilot, Potter was a client and Draco was here for his pleasure. His hands wound automatically around the man’s back as he allowed his lips to graze across his skin. Pushing Potter back just a bit, Draco reached out for his belt. Slowly he pulled it from around Potter’s waist, letting it fall loudly upon the hardwood floors. His fingers worked Potter’s flies open before boldly reaching inside to grasp at Potter’s ample cock. His fingers slid up and down its length and Potter groaned at his expert touch. Draco couldn’t help but grin as his tongue swathed a wet trail down Potter’s chest.
By the time Draco was on his knees, Potter had his cock out and readied, jeans pushed only partway down his hips. Draco licked another stripe up the underside of Potter’s cock before taking it into his mouth and teasing the very tip. Another groan escaped Potter’s lips and Draco felt a rough tug at the back of his head as Potter’s fingers dragged through his blonde hair. Draco parted his lips more, inviting Potter to push himself into the wet heat of Draco’s mouth. Draco took him in, several inches all at once, hollowing his cheeks around Potter’s thickness. Potter began thrusting, slow shallow thrusts that fucked the back of Draco’s throat with the tip of his cock. Draco’s expertise had him groaning and teetering precariously on the edge.
Draco wasn’t surprised when Potter pulled back just before coming. He pulled Draco up by his shoulder and pushed him roughly toward the edge of the bed. Draco lay quietly upon his back as Potter pressed himself inside of Draco. Draco had prepared himself earlier but Potter’s girth still stretched him further. He ignored the burn and thrust his hips upward, taking Potter in even further. Potter pulled back a bit and then slammed himself fully into Draco’s heat. Draco let out a slight cry from the pain but it didn’t take him long to adjust as he pulled Potter closer.
Potter thrust into him hard and fast but Draco met him thrust for thrust. Draco’s prostate was being battered by Potter’s cock which made Draco tighten his muscles around Potter. Draco’s breath came in short pants against Potter’s chest as his body keened rapidly. Draco’s moans were joined by Potter’s own grunts and growls as they thrust against one another repeatedly. Draco could feel the tingle of Potter’s magic as they both came hard, Potter’s release filling Draco’s channel and Draco painting both their stomachs with his spunk.
Draco half expected Potter to be a fuck and leave type, but he really should have known better. Instead, the sodding Gryffindor pulled out and began nuzzling into Draco’s chest, his lips warm and wet against his skin. Potter finally lifted his head to look into Draco’s eyes. His fingers grazed softly down Draco’s jaw, almost reverently.
“If I pay more, can I kiss you on the lips?”
Draco almost told him no but Potter’s voice was husky with need as he said the words. Kissing was a no-no in this business and Draco never should have agreed but it was Potter asking. Draco had always had a weakness for the man, regardless of how hard he tried to deny the fact. Potter always got under his skin… fucking him had only made it worse.
Draco’s yes barely escaped before Potter’s lips touched his mouth. Draco had thought the kiss would be rough, unskilled, and possessive. Instead, it was gentle, lingering and full of need. Potter’s hand slipped behind Draco’s head, pulling him all the closer. His other hand had a tight grip on Draco’s hip as he continued the kiss. As the heat of that kiss intensified, Draco could feel himself being seduced. He could feel his heart beating loudly, his breath was being taken away by the caress of Potter’s lips upon his own. Draco grasped at Potter’s shoulders for purchase as the kiss finally ended. Potter’s lips traveled down his neck, worrying a welt at the juncture of his collarbone. And suddenly Draco was frightened, scared of the images and feelings being aroused in his head by that one solitary kiss.
Potter was nothing other than a client and Draco had been stupid to let the sympathetic fool kiss him. Using both hands, he pushed Potter up off of him. Draco pulled himself to the side of the bed, pulling a nervous hand through his messy hair. Without looking back at Potter he said his goodbyes and escaped to the nearby bathroom.
Once alone in the loo, Draco slid to the floor, his body shaky with regret. He listened for Potter to leave and only when he heard the click of the door shut behind the man did he return to the room. He pulled the robe back onto his shoulders and began tidying the room for the next client. Draco turned to the nightstand and saw the discarded galleons; he’d never heard Potter leave the extra coins or his Floo number. As he picked them up, he finally broke down…