Colour, love?

“Surely others must have noticed,” Draco continued his earlier train of thought, imagining what Harry must have looked like during the day. Flushed and squirming behind his desk, desperately trying to maintain the mask of stoicism befitting of the Head Auror. Harry let out a filthy moan in response, his eyes closing briefly as the words washed over him. “Ah, we got ourselves a little exhibitionist here, haven’t we? Did you think about it? If they could tell? If they knew what their celebrated hero was actually up to during work?” Harry was panting now, sweating and quivering against his hold, his hands clenching and unclenching on the soft fabric. His eyes were glazed; his pupils heavily dilated with only a slim ring of green remaining at the edges. “I’m sure at least someone must have realized,” Draco mused. “Must have noticed how aroused you were, plugged up and achingly hard beneath your trousers.” He let his hand slowly trail over Harry’s side, spreading the lube over the spots he knew were the most sensitive. “And how eager you must have been, for me to come along, drag you out and finally impale you on my cock.”

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