Day 3 – Voyeurism
The heavy wooden door to the rarely used office creaked open as Harry shoved Draco inside, the click of the lock echoing behind them. They had been arguing again—sharp words exchanged in the hallways of the Ministry, the tension between them simmering just below the surface until it finally snapped, as it always did, into something much more physical.
The room was small, dimly lit by the late afternoon sun filtering through the dusty windows, and Harry barely paused before pressing Draco up against the nearest wall. His mouth crashed into Draco's, the kiss rough and hungry, all teeth and tongues, both of them pouring their frustration into the heat of the moment.
Draco's hands were in Harry's hair, pulling him closer, his back arching as Harry's body pinned him to the wall. "Always so fucking impatient," Draco muttered between heated kisses, his lips curling into a smirk even as his breath came faster.
Harry's answer was a low growl as his hands slid down Draco's body, roughly pulling at the fabric of his robes. "You love it," he muttered, his voice hoarse with desire as he yanked Draco's robes open, his fingers slipping beneath to find skin. The feel of Draco's body under his hands, the heat of him, sent a thrill through Harry's entire being.
"Shut up," Draco shot back, though the sharp retort lost its edge as Harry's hands slid lower, teasing him with rough, practiced movements.
They had barely made it out of the corridor unnoticed, their argument teetering on the edge of a fight before Harry had grabbed Draco's arm and dragged him into the nearest empty office. There was always something thrilling about these stolen moments—the risk of getting caught only heightening the pleasure.
But today, it would be more than just a risk.
As Harry's hand slid into Draco's trousers, gripping him firmly, the door behind them creaked open. Neither of them noticed at first, too caught up in each other, too focused on the way Draco's body responded to Harry's touch, the way their breaths mingled, fast and shallow.
But then there was a gasp.
Harry froze for a split second, his eyes widening as he turned his head, catching sight of the open door. A figure stood there, framed by the doorway, eyes wide with shock. It was one of their colleagues, a Ministry employee whose name Harry couldn't even remember at the moment.
For a brief second, everything stood still. Harry's first instinct was to pull away, to put a stop to it. But Draco's reaction was very different.
Instead of recoiling, Draco's lips curled into a wicked smirk. His hand, which had been gripping Harry's arm, slid down to the front of Harry's trousers, boldly palming him through the fabric, and his voice was a low, sultry murmur. "Looks like we've got an audience."
Harry's pulse quickened, his mind spinning. The rational part of him screamed that they should stop, that this could cost them both everything. But the heat in Draco's eyes, the thrill of being caught, of being watched—it sent a shockwave of arousal through him. And then, Draco gave him a look that Harry couldn't resist, a silent dare.
Instead of stopping, Harry pressed closer, his hand moving with deliberate slowness as he stroked Draco, never breaking eye contact with the person watching them. The man in the doorway seemed frozen in place, unsure whether to flee or stay, his face flushed with a mixture of shock and something else.
Draco moaned softly, arching into Harry's touch, clearly enjoying the added attention. "Keep going," he whispered, his voice dripping with desire. "Let them watch."
The words sent a jolt of arousal through Harry, and suddenly, the idea of being watched, of letting someone else see the raw, intimate connection between them, was intoxicating. His grip on Draco tightened as he kissed him again, harder this time, rougher, his hips grinding against Draco's in a way that made both of them groan.
The person in the doorway let out a strangled noise, still frozen in place, but neither Harry nor Draco cared. In fact, Draco seemed to revel in it, his hand sliding inside Harry's trousers now, stroking him with firm, teasing pressure.
Harry broke the kiss, gasping as Draco's fingers wrapped around him, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through his body. He glanced back at the person in the doorway, meeting their wide-eyed gaze. "You're still here," Harry muttered, his voice rough with arousal. "Like what you see?"
The person didn't respond, just stood there, transfixed, unable to tear their eyes away from the sight of Harry and Draco locked in such an intimate moment.
Draco's smirk widened, clearly enjoying the power he held in that moment. "You want to stay?" he asked, his tone dangerously playful as his hand moved faster, stroking Harry with practiced ease. "Or do you need a closer look?"
Harry's breath hitched at the brazen words, his hips jerking forward into Draco's hand. The heat between them was overwhelming now, the air thick with tension and desire, and the presence of a voyeur only seemed to fuel the fire.
With a final, lingering glance, the person in the doorway turned and fled, their footsteps echoing down the hall.
Harry's head fell forward, his forehead pressing against Draco's shoulder as he let out a breathless laugh, his body trembling with the intensity of it all. "You're completely insane," he muttered, though there was no real heat in his words.
Draco chuckled softly, his hand still moving inside Harry's trousers, his touch slow and deliberate, teasing Harry to the point of madness. "You love it," Draco whispered, echoing Harry's earlier words. "Admit it. You loved being watched."
Harry groaned, his hand slipping lower to grip Draco's cock again, his fingers tightening as he stroked him with rough, desperate motions. "Maybe I did," Harry growled, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as Draco's hand moved faster, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.
Their bodies were pressed so tightly together, the friction between them unbearable, the heat of the moment making everything feel more intense, more raw. Draco's lips found Harry's neck, biting down hard enough to make Harry moan, his hips bucking forward into Draco's hand.
"Fuck—" Harry gasped, his entire body trembling as the pleasure built, faster and faster. His hand moved in tandem with Draco's, stroking him harder, faster, both of them chasing that final release.
"Come for me," Draco whispered, his voice low and commanding, his hand tightening around Harry's cock. "Let go."
It was all Harry needed.
With a deep, guttural moan, Harry's body tensed, his release crashing into him with an intensity that left him breathless. His hips jerked forward into Draco's hand as he came, his mind going blank with the sheer force of his orgasm.
Draco followed soon after, his body shuddering violently as Harry's hand worked him, his release spilling between them, coating Harry's fingers as he gasped for breath.
For a long moment, they stayed like that, both of them panting, trembling, their bodies pressed together, the echoes of their release still lingering in the air. The room felt heavy with the remnants of their arousal, the air thick with the scent of sex.
Harry finally pulled back slightly, his breath still uneven, his heart pounding in his chest. He looked at Draco, who was still smirking, though his expression was softer now, more satisfied.
"You're going to get us caught one day," Harry muttered, though there was no real heat behind his words.
Draco's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "We already did."
Harry snorted, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Draco's lips, his heart still racing from the intensity of it all. "Yeah, well… next time, maybe we should lock the door."
Draco laughed softly, pulling Harry closer. "Where's the fun in that?"
Harry couldn't argue with that.