Chapter 4
"Ahn... F-fuck..."
The squelching, wet, sticky slapping noice filled the bathroom. It echoed off the walls, bounced off the ceiling, and reached his ears again. At first, he was cautious, making sure not to make much noise. He covered his mouth with his tie in hopes that it would muffle his moans.
"Mmph~ A-Ah-!"
He had set himself at the edge of the water so that it would be easier to clean, but he ended up moving when he saw his reflection. He was red faced and sweaty, his blond hair sticking to his face. He hated the sight, so he moved.
What he didn't know was that he moved right into his admirer's view.
He tried to keep as quiet as possible. Seeing Draco sweaty, horny, and screaming for him was all too much for his neglected manhood. He had soon shed his cloak and trousers, pleasuring himself to the sight and sound that was Draco Malfoy.
He was glad that he had been passing by when he did. At first, he thought it was just a prefect, so he thought nothing of it. That was, until he heard his name. At that point his eye was up to the crack in the door, watching that glorious man jerking off. He wasn't embarrassed. Hell, he was proud of himself. He had a knack for sneaking out at night; this was just a reward for his sneakiness.
He pulled off his belt, making sure that it made no noise as it hit the ground. That wouldn't have mattered, because Draco was already screaming. While he was at the door, Draco must have cum about 3 times. He, himself, had cum 4. Such a beautiful body... and voice. What a shame he wouldn't get to make him make those beautiful noises himself. What a shame he wouldn't be able to ruin that beautiful, beautiful man.
But just as fast as he had started, Draco was done. He cleaned himself, bathed, and had snuck back to the Slytherin dormitories. He then went back to the Gryffindor common room and sat down on one of the chairs close to the fire. In his mind, one sound played over and over again. The sound of his name as the final climax raked through Draco's body.
"Ahng- H-Harry-!"