“What do you think you’re doing, Draco?” Harry asks, the little vein bulging on the side of his face is an addition Draco quite likes.
“Whatever do you mean?”
Harry’s hands fist up “You know what I mean.” He eyes the guy Draco is pressed up against.
“I don’t.”
“Oh, this is effective. Draco, come here.”
“Come where?”
“Here.” Harry stomps his foot down.
“No.”
“Get the fuck off of my husband.” Harry stares at the guy.
“Uh, yeah..I’ll get going. Bye, Draco.”
“What? No, don’t go just yet.”
“Draco. Stop this nonsense.” Harry’s eyes are tense, they’re like no other shade of emerald.
“Fine, go.”
“Yep, yep, going.” The guy hurries up and leaves the room.
“Do you know where we are?”
“I do, yes.”
“Do you think it’s appropriate for you to be doing that at my workplace, especially being pressed up against another guy,” Harry demands, it doesn’t seem much like a question.
“We weren’t going to do anything, Harry.”
“I know that god damnit.”
“Harry, I know I messed up, but you’d be crazy to let me go,” Draco says, jumping up on the desk and swinging his legs.
“That’s fucking stupid, I’d never let you go.”
“That’s right, good boy.”
“Mhm, Draco. Stop trying to change the subject, get your arse over here before I come and get you.”
“I don’t think I will, no.”
“Fine.” Harry replied and strutted to Draco, grabbing his waist “Trying to get my attention?”
“No.”
Harry latches his mouth on Draco’s neck “Mhm, don’t lie to me.”
“I’ll do whatever I want, and I’m not lying.”
“Admit to it,” Harry replies and slowly slides his hand up Draco’s shirt. “You’re mine.”
“Yeah?” Draco’s voice cracks.
“Yeah,” Harry says and kisses Draco, playing with his ears.
Draco pulls away “Stop that.”
“Stop what?”
“Rubbing your hand against my crotch.”
“Can I continue, please?”
Draco looks down at Harry “Fuck.”
“All that for my attention, the countless times I’ve seen you too close to a man.”
“No, for goodness sake.”
“Sure,” Harry says and this time starts to unzip Draco’s trousers.
Draco reaches for Harry’s own hardness but finds his hands restrained “No.”
“What do you mean, no.” Draco sneers.
“No,” Harry replies and grabs a hold of Draco’s dick, hard and firm.
Draco sucks in a quiet breath “You’re right. It was for your attention, now stop.”
“Good job.” Harry says and kisses Draco’s chin “I never said I’d stop, though.”
“You’re a fucking twat. Get your hand off of my dick before I bite yours off.”
Harry looks up at Draco heartfeltly “Let’s go home, yeah?”
Draco looks down at Harry, gives him a peck on the lips and smiles “Yeah.”
“You’re never getting rid of me.” Harry smiles and zips Draco’s trousers up, holding his waist tight to his own.
“I don’t plan to,” Draco replies.