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Draco was brought back into a room, relieved to be out of the waiting room full of prying eyes. This was already humiliating enough; he didn’t need his ‘little incident’ being reported in the Prophet as well. He settled onto the examination table and felt his breath slow as he relaxed. He was still tense, and things were even becoming rather painful, but being alone was helping. Maybe he could take care of this on his own. He’d obviously tried at the shop. But he’d been confused, nervous, at the time. Surely he could do it himself now. He’d been silly to come to St. Mungo’s at all.
He parted his robe and groaned when he saw just how stiff and bulging his cock still was. He sighed, flipping the button closures of his trousers open and freeing his length from his pants. He spat into his hand and began stroking himself, long, languid rises and falls. It felt good, despite the strange circumstances. It had been too long since he’d let himself enjoy a good wank. Typically, he only allows himself a perfunctory shower wank in the morning. Not thinking of anyone or letting it last any longer than needed.
He was a pariah now; no one wanted to touch him. Post-war, being a Death Eater didn’t have the same effect on the blokes that it used to. Never mind the fact that he was found innocent at trial, his memories proving he’d been coerced into every action. Nope, that mark on his arm was like his own fucked up brand of purity ring. So dreaming of anyone wanting to touch him was simply setting himself up for failure.
As he began to thrust up into his hand, letting himself enjoy the feeling, he wasn’t thinking about piercing green eyes or tanned skin or unruly black curls he’d love to grip as he fucked that pretty mouth…
“Patient in room 9, Healer Potter,” the words streamed in from the partially open door of his room. Long, tanned fingers wrapped around the door were the only thing Draco could see, but it was enough for him to know.
Draco dropped his hand from his cock, and cringed as it continued to twitch and leak from the tip. He needed to slip it back into his trousers, but it was too late. Potter was in the room. His eyes landed right on the hard, needy cock because, honestly, it was hard to miss.
“Shit. Fuck. Sorry.” Draco scrambled to cover himself as Potter continued to stare, his mouth slightly agape. Potter’s hand shot out, grabbing Draco’s and keeping him from hiding himself away. “No.”
Draco looked at Potter dead in the eyes, and Potter met his stare right back. “Sorry. I just meant. Well, I am going to need to examine it after all, so nothing to be sorry about. We were always going to end up here. In the examination, I mean. We were going to get to this point, so might as well, since it's already…” Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He opened his eyes, arranged his green healer robes around himself, and started again.
“Hello, Mr. Malfoy. I am going to ask you a few questions about what brought you in today and then perform a couple of scans and a quick evaluation of your situation.”
Draco nodded. “Yes. Of course. Thank you, Healer Potter. I err, didn’t realize you were working at St. Mungo’s now.” Unsure what to do with his cock now, Draco left it out but covered it with his robe. The fabric protruded obscenely, but well, it was something.
Potter bussied himself with looking over the charts that lit up the area beside Draco’s bed as he spoke. “Yes. Moved over from St. Cuthburt’s up north just this month.”
Draco rolled his lips. If he’d known, he would have Flooed to the hospital in Scotland or the one in Wales, or hell, the middle of the earth. Anything other than being here with him in this moment.
Potter spoke again, still not facing Draco, but now using a soothing Healer voice that Draco was certain was meant to calm him, but only made his cock twitch more under the cover of his black robe. “I am going to cast a couple of spells to get a better idea of what’s going on. Is that alright?”
Draco nodded minutely. With a flick of his wand, Draco felt his body draped in Potter’s magic. It was softer, friendlier than the last time he’d felt it, but no less shocking. The feeling of Potter’s essence gliding over Draco was a feeling he hadn’t realized he’d missed.
Potter examined the read-out from the spell. “So this has been going on for five hours, is that right?”
“Yes, Pot-, Healer Potter.”
“And you’ve tried to relieve the situation manually?” Potter’s cheeks were tinged pink, and Draco realized he was asking about wanking.
Draco rolled his eyes. “Yes, Potter. I’ve obviously tried wanking. I was trying it when you walked in for Merlin’s sake. It’s not working. I can’t come.”
Potter brought a fist to his mouth, coughing into it. “Sorry. Yes. Just…checking. I’m going to need to take a closer look now.”
Draco’s cheeks burned. He knew he must be red all the way down to his chest. “Erm. Alright.”
Potter cast the standard sanitation spells on his hands, and Draco slowly pulled the robe back from where it had been covering his cock. He was embarrassingly hard. His cock was leaking so profusely that a puddle had formed on the bed beneath him. Every vein stood out in stark relief, and his cock was an angry red, nearly purple. “Just a quick physical examination to make sure your penis is not damaged and there is nothing else going on.”
Draco wanted to shout that, of course, something else was going on. His childhood obsession turned teenage crush turned very grown-up wank bank material was reaching for his cock. He would have been as hard as a rock, magic or no magic, in that moment. Potter’s long fingers glided along the shaft, and Draco’s hands grabbed the sides of the bed, holding on with everything he had. He couldn’t breathe. He didn’t know if he desperately wanted to come for Potter and relieve this ache or if it would be mortifying for Potter to see how easily he could make Draco come.
Potter’s fingers reached the base and began palpatating his groin. Draco let out a strangled groan that had Potter freezing in place. Draco cut off the sound as best he could, and Potter resumed his actions without comment. He brought his thumb to the tip of Draco’s cock, swirling the leaking bead of pre-come he found there before pulling back abruptly. Draco re-covered his cock with his robe.
Potter stepped back a few paces. “Everything looks really good.” He cringed. “I mean. There appears to be no other issues. This is a straightforward case. Have you tried…anything else… besides the self-stimulation?” Potter’s eyes were on Draco, but staying well above waist level as if looking at Draco’s cock again would kill him.
Draco sighed. “I’ve tried waiting. I’ve tried sleeping, I’ve tried wanking, what else is there to try?”
Harry adjusted his glasses. “Well, this all started in the potion shop you own with Neville, yes? That’s what the notes say.”
He nodded tersely.
“Right,” Harry continued, using that voice that made Draco’s cock leak from the tip, creating a wet spot on the fabric of his robes. “Well, it seems like Neville may have been growing any of the many aphrodisiac plants used in love potions and well… other potions.” Draco knew he meant lust and sex potions. He brewed both and was always impeccably careful. This plant must have been something brand new. “We could ask Neville exactly what this was, but you told the nurses he was on a procurement trip to…” Harry referred back to the chart, “The backside of nowhere.”
Draco rubbed his forehead. “I did say that. Yes.”
“Regardless. There is an obvious solution you haven't tried.” Potter blinked at him. Draco blinked back.
“Well? What the fuck is it, Potter?”
He startled, shaking a bit at Draco’s outburst. “Oh. Sorry, I thought it was obvious—partnered sex. A lot of magical plants require release through a coupling. So you can go home, call up your girlfriend, and this should all be better soon.”
Draco shook his head.
Potter’s cheeks pinkened even more deeply. “Sorry. Boyfriend. I didn’t mean to assume.”
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Draco couldn’t believe he was going to have to say this out loud and to Potter of all people. “No. I erm. I mean, yes, I’m into blokes. But no. I have no one to call.”
Potter frowned and then shook his head. “Oh. Sorry. I must have made it sound like you have to be in a committed relationship. It can be a hook-up or just a friend. Anyone willing to lend a hand. I’ll start the paperwork for your release.”
“There will be no release, Potter. Do I have to spell this out for you?” He was yelling now. “No one wants to fuck me.”
Potter’s mouth dropped open, and he began to babble. “I do…I can… we have other options in case of these…no one? Really?... Sorry, ignore that. Unprofessional. Two choices. You have…we can do this.”
Draco was personally hoping for a pit to open up underneath him to swallow him whole and end his suffering, but since he was pretty sure that wasn’t one of Healer Potter’s ‘Options’, he asked, “What are these other options then?”
Potter stepped closer, and Draco caught a whiff of him. Cinnamon and pine. It was fucking intoxicating. Stupid handsome fucking twat. How dare he smell so good? The urge to take his cock in hand, which had never fully gone away, intensified. It was the plant, Yep. Just the plant, stupid Neville and his stupid plants. This had nothing to do with gorgeous Healer Potter and his delectable scent.
He was standing over Draco now, looking down on him. Draco had always been an inch or two taller than Potter; it was a point of pride for him, but with the man looking over him, Draco wondered if he perhaps liked things flipped this way. Potter cleared his throat and spoke. “We have a muggle and a magical solution.” Draco nodded obediently. He was listening intently, focused on the intense look in his enemy-turned-Healer’s eyes. “For the Muggle route, we take a needle, and we insert it in the corpora cavernosa and drain the blood from your erectile tissue.”
Draco winced. The idea of a needle in his dick was terrifying. He knew muggles used needles for all sorts of medical reasons, but he’d never had so much as a shot. “And, erm, the magical option?”
Potter swallowed, and Draco’s eyes followed the bob of his Adam’s apple. There was a tiny bit of stubble, and Draco had the strangest urge to feel it scrape against his cheek. “The other option would be to have a Healer facilitate your release, breaking you from the spell.”
“Someone would wank me off?” Draco’s throat was dry, and his hands were damp.
“It would be professional, I assure you. Just breaking the effect of the plant magic.” Potter looked as if he were the one in pain as he explained.
“Who,” Draco managed to eek the question out through his painfully dry lips, “who would ‘break the effect’ for me?”
Potter pulled on the neck of his robes. He was hot, nervous. Fuck. “Well, as I am your Healer… it would be me. However, if you don’t feel comfortable, I completely understand. You can request someone else. Not that I wouldn’t do it. Obviously, I’d be happy to help you”. He rolled his lips. “Not…Happy. Professionally appropriately satisfied to do my job…” He closed his eyes and let out a long huff of breath through his nostrils. “Just let me know your decision.”
“I can’t make you do this, Potter.” Draco really fucking wanted to. Wanted to know, just one time, what it was like coming at Potter’s hands. He would hold on to that memory for the rest of his life. Use it to cast his damn patronus. But he couldn’t make the man do it. “It’s wrong. You hate me.”
Potter shook his head. “The past is in the past, Malfoy. I don’t hate you. Not sure I ever really did. And I know needles must be terrifying to you; they scare muggles, too, and the size of the one we’d use for this…oof. So just let me help you, please?”
Draco nodded. How could he not? Potter was begging him to do it. He wasn’t strong enough to say no to that. “Yes.”
“Good. That’s settled then. I’m going to leave the room, give you a moment to undress. We find that the more comfortable people are, the easier this goes. I’ll be back soon.” Potter left with the quiet snick of the door closing.
Draco had possibly never heard anything hotter than Harry fucking Potter asking him to take off his clothes and promising to return. His cock had been hard to an uncomfortably long time now; it hurt and throbbed and ached, but fuck if he wasn’t turned on as hell. He threw off his robe, tugged off his trousers, and his black boxer briefs, and was about to settle back on the bed when he realized he wasn’t sure about his shirt. When he wanked, he’d usually just hold it up out of the way of his cum, but Potter had said to get naked, and he did want to be a good patient for his Healer. Plus, he knew his abs looked good. Why miss a chance to show them off? Maybe Potter would even like the way he looked. It was a daft thought, but it made his stomach flutter. So he did it, tossed it over his head and onto the chair next to the bed.
There was a soft knock at the door, and then Potter walked back in. “Ready for me?”
Draco’s cock jumped. Yeah, he was fucking ready. “Yes.”
Potter nodded, and Draco could have sworn the corner of his mouth tipped up in the slightest smile. “Alright. Remember, this is a medical procedure, and I will be as clinical as I can. If you need me to stop at any point, please let me know, and I will. You are in control here, Malfoy.”
“Got it.” Draco’s voice was so gruff. Could Potter tell how badly he wanted this? Merlin, he hoped not.
Potter reapplied the cleaning and sanitizing charms to his hands and then grabbed a large, clear bottle of medical-grade lubricating jelly, squirting it into his palm. The sound reminded Draco of when he’d had a sex life, of when men would lube him up and fill his arse. Slazar’s staff, how he fucking missed that.
Potter’s eyes roamed over him, taking in his bare chest criss-crossed with sectumsempra scars. He reached out as if to touch one, but thinking better of it, he pulled back. “Sorry.” He looked at his hand like he couldn’t believe its imprudence. Then his eyes were back on the scars. “And sorry for that as well…”
Draco rolled his eyes. “I’m fully starkers with my cock out and hard, Potter. Now is not the time.”
“Right. Course. Ok. I’m going to begin.” Potter was looking right in his eyes, and there was something there, deep within them. Fear or nerves or …want? No. That was wishful thinking. But their eyes were still locked when Potter’s large hand wrapped around the base of his cock. Draco shivered; the lube was so cold. “Sorry. Sorry. Let me.”
Without his wand, in a show of ridiculously sexy magical prowess, Potter placed a warming spell on his palms, making the hand around his cock feel incredibly good. Warm and tight and wet, like a hot mouth or a sweet little arse hole. He started to glide up and down, applying the lightest pressure, like he was worried about scaring Draco or making him come too soon. Draco began to pant and moan. He bit his lip hard, trying to hide the sounds, but Potter shook his head. “No. It’s ok. Let me hear you.” and then belatedly, “It will help you come if you're not worried about me. Just let yourself feel good. I’ve got you.”
It was like something straight out of his fantasies. Potter licked his lips, and Draco couldn’t stop himself from bucking up into his hand.
“Fuck” Potter cursed under his breath. He tightened his fist and sped up, and Draco moaned so loud it was embarrassing, but Potter only nodded, smiling encouragingly. “That’s it. You're doing so well for me.”
“Yeah?” Draco asked, on a whimper.
Harry (for he had to be Harry and not Potter now, at least in his mind) nodded. Picking up the pace. “Oh yes, baby, so so good.”
Draco couldn’t last much longer. He could feel his balls pulling up, the tingle at the base of his spine, and Harry calling him baby had his cock ready to release all over the both of them. The ‘professional and clinical’ thing seemed to have flown out the window, and Draco was thrilled with this turn of events. Harry circled his thumb over Draco’s slit, playing with the beading liquid before sliding back down the shaft and twisting his wrist as he tugged up. “I’m gonna come, Harry. Fuck don’t stop. Just like that.”
Harry’s eyes were wide, and his pupils were blown. He bent down, bringing his lips to the tip of Draco’s cock, when he froze. “Can I? I wanna taste it when you come for me.”
“Yes, fuck, yes. Do it.” Draco was over taken by the endless pulsing pleasure as he started to come. Harry wasn’t fast enough; the first jet of his release ended up painted across his cheek. But he wrapped his lips around the head and swallowed Draco’s cock expertly. Taking the rather substantial length easily. This was not Harry’s first time sucking cock. As his cock continued to twitch, releasing ropes of cum down his throat, Harry’s tongue teased Draco’s frenulum, pulling another gush of his cum from him and gifting it to Harry.
Harry bobbed on his cock one time, burring it deep down his throat and sucking slowly up, as though pulling the last bit of salty seed from him, refusing to let a single drop go to waste.
Harry popped off his cock, grinning. He used his thumb to gather the streak of white from his cheek and sucked that into his mouth as well.
Draco didn’t know what to say, what to do. Was this just one queer man helping another, or was something more going on here? He had no clue. While he attempted to figure it out, Harry was carrying on, seemingly oblivious to Draco’s confusion. He threw his healer robes open, flicked his trouser button, and tugged down the zip. Harry’s cock was out. And hard. And pointed directly at Draco.
He ran a hand through his already disheveled hair and only managed to look more sexy. It was upsetting, really, how fit Harry Potter was. “Fuck you taste so good. I knew you would.”
Harry pumped more lube into his hand and wrapped it around his own cock, giving himself a leisurely stroke. Draco’s mouth watered as he looked at the long, girthy cock. Slowly, his brain caught up with what had just been said. “Wait. You’ve thought about this?”
He smirked, a guilty, apologetic little smile. “Yeah. A lot. Not very professional of me, huh?”
“No, Hearler Potter, quite the opposite.” Draco teased.
“It’s Harry. Please. And you didn’t seem to mind when you were coming down my throat.”
“I really fucking didn’t.” Draco could admit it, now that Harry admitted he wanted this too. “Speaking of being unprofessional, what are your plans now that you have your cock out, Harry?”
He shivered at the sound of his name on Draco’s lips, and it made Draco feel fucking powerful. “I was hoping I could put it somewhere. Your mouth? Your arse? Gods, the things I want to do to your tight little arse. Show me that tight little hole, baby. Please.”
It was pathetic how fast Draco folded, literally in half, scooting down the edge of the exam bed, grabbing his own legs and holding them up to let Harry take in the sight. He fell to his knees, bringing his face right to Draco’s needy hole. Harry dragged one lubed thumb across his puckered opening. “So so pretty. Look at you.” Harry’s voice sounded reverent, like he was on his knees, praying at an altar. It was quite the mind fuck. “Do you play with yourself at home? Fuck this little hole on toys? Or are you going to need to be opened up for me? Has it been too long?”
Draco nodded. “Too long. So empty for so long.”
“Let me take care of everything. I’ve got you, baby.” Harry brought his mouth right up to Draco’s entrance and lapped at it. His wet tongue and hot mouth working together relax Draco and prepare him. Draco couldn’t help but whimper and whine as Harry lavished his hole with gentle licks. “You taste so good. Just look at your shiny, slick hole. It’s winking at me. Can you feel that? The way your body is aching for me? Hmm?”
Draco nodded. “Yes. Need more. Need you inside.”
Harry obliged in the cheekiest way he could, dipping the dexterous tip of his tongue inside of Draco’s arse, gently fucking into the tight space with the strong, pointed tip.
“Oh, oh, oh,” Draco cried out. It felt so good. But he was so tight. It was like he was a little virgin again, overwhelmed by the slightest intrusion, but it was also delicious. The stretch, the feeling of being entered, knowing it was Harry Potter doing it to him. It was so hot that Draco’s cock twitched, contemplating fattening up again despite the massive load it had just spilled.
“Can you take my finger now? Just one thin little finger?”
Draco whimpered, unsure if he could.
“Oh, you can do it. I know you can. Do it for me, baby.” Draco nodded. And Harry slipped one well-lubricated finger into the tight ring. “Deep breath, now.” Draco inhaled deeply and held it for just a moment, as Harry pushed inside. “Your perfect little arse is gripping my finger so tight. It’s a greedy arse, isn’t it? Wants to suck my fingers in and keep them for itself.”
“Yes. Want to trap you inside me,” Draco panted.
“You can do whatever you like to my body, Draco. It’s yours.” Harry sounded so sincere that it almost had Draco believing him.
“Ok. Yes,” Draco nodded encouragingly. “Fuck my hole with your finger.” Draco began rocking himself onto Harry's beautiful, long finger. He could feel himself opening up, making space. “Give me more,” he whispered. “I can take it. I promise I can.”
Harry brought his mouth to Draco’s taint, licked there, and then lapped at his balls. “I know you can, my good boy. You can take everything I give you. So strong for me.” Harry fed his hungry opening a second finger, slipping in just to his first knuckle.
Draco groaned. “It's so much.”
Harry chuckled, “It's nothing compared to my cock, baby. We’ve got to get you ready for me. I need to be inside you. In this beautiful hole. Gods damn, I want you so bad.” Harry slipped his fingers in deeper and scissored them, spreading Draco open wide. “You're almost ready for me. Can you feel that?”
Draco was a whining little mess now, nodding and rocking into Harry’s fingers and desperate to have Harry inside of him. One of the talented long fingers found Draco’s prostate, and Draco screamed out his pleasure. “Oh fuck, yeah, Harry right there.” Draco’s cock was fully hard again this time, utterly unrelated to Neville’s stupid fucking plant. Harry milked his prostate, playing with it as Draco writhed. “I’m ready. I’m so ready. Please, Harry, please put your cock in me. Fill me, stretch me, wreck me.”
Harry didn’t hesitate. He placed the leaking head of his cock to Draco’s ribbed hole. With his free hand, Harry collected more lube, swiping it over his cock and around Draco’s arse. “Ready, baby?”
“Yes, so fucking ready. Please, Harry, just do it.” Harry leaned forward and kissed Draco deeply and all-consuming. Simultaneously, he pushed inside, stretching Draco open and making them both groan in unison.
“Yeah, fuck. Yes.” Draco whined as Harry worked himself deeper.
“Knew this little hole would feel like heaven. Fucking knew it would be like this.” Harry grabbed Draco’s chin and pulled him in for another kiss. His free hand grasped Draco’s hip, holding him in place as he continued to thrust inside his arse over and over. Draco gasped when his cock hit that perfect spot his fingers had found previously. Harry pulled back from the kiss, smiling. “There, yeah?”
Draco nodded. “Yes. Right there.”
Harry sped up, hitting that same delicious spot over and over. “Harry, shit, Harry, I’m gonna come again.”
“Good. Get it out, you deserve to feel good, baby.” Harry was thrusting into him like a man possessed. Draco came for a second time, spitting all over his stomach, sputting so hard it reached all the way up to his own neck. He could feel his channel clutching and squeezing around Harry’s cock.
Harry moaned, “Damn it, you feel too good. Gonna make me come with you.”
Draco nodded. “Yes. Please. Spill deep inside me. I want to be marked by your cum, keep it within me.”
Harry’s movements stuttered as his cock spasmed and pulsed as he came deep within Draco. After the last little twitches finally subsided, they both paused, catching their breath and coming back to themselves.
Eventually, Harry slipped from Draco, and his cum landed on the hospital tiles with an obscene splat.
Harry lifted his wand, cleaned the floor, and aimed at Draco to do the same. “Err, just my chest, please. Leave it. In me, I mean.”
Harry pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Anything you want.”
Draco redressed while Harry slipped his cock back inside his trousers. And then they stood in the stark little hospital room. Though things Harry had said seemed to imply he cared for Draco, it still felt precarious. What was this? What exactly had just happened?
With an awkward cough, Draco tried to speak, only Harry had begun to say something at the same time.
“We don’t need to—”
“Well, this was—”
Draco waved for Harry to continue. “Please, you first.”
Harry rubbed the back of his neck. “This is not how I wanted this to go.”
Though he tried to conceal it, Draco knew Harry noticed the flash of hurt that flashed across his face.
He placed a hand on Draco’s bicep. “Sorry. No. That came out wrong. It’s just, now that I’m back, I’d been hoping to run into you. Planning to ask you out—do things properly. I wasn’t even sure if you were queer or not, but I had to try. I’ve been half in love with you since we were 12, and I had hopes for how this would go. And trust me, this was better than any of the millions of ways I’d imagined this going. But, I just wanted to make sure you knew this wasn’t nothing to me. It was something. And if you’d let me, I’d love to take you to dinner. Or lunch. Or anything you’ll let me have, really.”
Draco didn’t know what to say. It was better than anything he could have possibly hoped for. He pursed his lips, pretending to consider. “Sure. I guess I’d be alright with that.”
Harry laughed. “You absolute prat, you’ve been gagging for this just as much as I have, haven’t you?”
“Yeah,” Draco admitted. “Probably even more so. Pick me up for dinner tonight? I’m not sure I can wait a whole day to see you again.”
Harry placed a kiss on his cheek. “It’s a date.”
Somewhere in the backside of nowhere:
“Luna,” Neville called out.
“Yes, love?” She replied, poking her head up from the plant she was currently taking cuttings from.
“Did you send a South American Love Fern to the store?”
She smiled. “I sure did. Don’t worry, Draco will thank us for it.”