Word Count: ~800
Warnings: professor/student, frottage
Challenge: hp_may_madness 2016 Day #15: Think, miss, salt
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd.
As always, Draco arrived right on time. Charlie opened the door to his rooms and ushered him inside, hoping his nervousness didn't show. He knew that Draco wanted him, but he also knew that there were plenty of reasons for holding back. Charlie thought they could overcome them, that it would be worth it to give things a chance, but he knew he needed to hear Draco out first.
"Hello, Charlie," Draco murmured as he sat down on the sofa. Charlie wanted to sit next to him, but he didn't want to come on too strong, He settled for sitting on the chair right next to the end of the sofa Draco was on.
"Hello, Draco." He let his voice drop on Draco's name and was pleased to see the tiniest of shivers. Fuck, but Draco looked good today, his white shirt crisp and even where it wrapped around his shoulders and gaped at the collar to reveal pale, pointed collarbones. His hair was fair and soft, hanging about his face like a stylish halo. His eyes were snapshots of the dusk-grey sky and his lips...his lips were pink and smooth, begging to be bitten and sucked on.
"We should probably…" Draco stopped mid-sentence, his expression a little fuzzy as his eyes roamed over Charlie's face, lingering, like Charlie's had, on his lips. "...talk."
"Yeah," Charlie agreed, his body leaning forward towards Draco's, bringing them closer and closer together.
"I—we—oh," Draco sighed as their lips met, soft and slow at first, before quickly picking up speed, until somehow Charlie was on top of Draco on the sofa, pressing him down into the cushions.
Draco kissed him fiercely, eagerly, his tongue thrusting into Charlie's mouth, his hands sliding over Charlie's back. Charlie couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't do anything other than kiss Draco back with every last ounce of his desire. His lips trailed over Draco's jaw and throat, the skin tasting like sweat and salt on Charlie's tongue. The taste of him went straight to Charlie's cock.
He thrust down and Draco arched up to meet him with shuddering pants and desperate mewls. It only made Charlie hotter, pleasure filling him up until he felt like he would burst with it.
Several thrusts later he did, his body spasming as his cock spurted his release. Draco followed soon after, his cries muffled by Charlie's mouth.
Reluctantly, Charlie slid off of Draco, his cock trying desperately to go for round two as Charlie took in Draco's kiss bitten lips and sex-wild hair. Draco's expression was glazed with satisfaction, and it took him several moments to come back to himself.
With a wave of his wand, he was set back to rights, but Charlie could still perfectly picture him sexy and mussed. Charlie took a moment to clean his jeans, but he didn't bother with the rest of his appearance. He wanted Draco to have look at his rumpled clothing and lazy smile and know that it was all because of Draco.
"Well," Draco croaked. He cleared his throat and began again. "Well, I think we may have missed the point of our meeting today."
"Did we?" Charlie thought it had turned out rather splendidly.
"Yes," Draco sighed. "We need to talk, Charlie. I obviously can't deny that there's an attraction, but I still think this is going to end badly for the both of us."
Charlie nodded thoughtfully. He'd known that Draco would take a bit of coaxing, and if what Draco needed was for Charlie to convince him with words instead of actions, then Charlie could do that.
"Alright. Why don't we meet next weekend?" Draco opened his mouth and Charlie held his hand up to silence him. "Hold on. Clearly we shouldn't meet privately, there's too much—" he let his eyes linger over Draco's body, "—temptation. Why don't we go to the Three Broomsticks? It's public and noisy. We can cast a spell so nobody will overhear what we're discussing."
Draco bit his lip as he considered. "Alright. Next weekend we'll talk. For real this time."
"I promise," Charlie agreed.
Charlie waited until Draco had left before collapsing back on the sofa and throwing a hand over his face. It had been unbelievably hot kissing Draco, rubbing off against him, feeling him shudder and shake beneath Charlie's body, but it wasn't enough. Charlie wanted to take him apart and put him back together again. He wanted Draco naked in his bed to do with as he pleased, wanted to wake up next to him and bring him tea and toast.
Draco may have reservations, but Charlie couldn't see how any argument could overcome the strength of their feelings for one another, feelings that had clearly moved beyond lust for the both of them.
Draco may want to play things safe, but Charlie wasn't backing down without a fight.