Drarry Oneshots 2

The Mystery Beneath The Towel

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Summary: For a gay man, the men Aurors' locker room was like a meat market. Or at least that was what Draco liked to think. He liked to watch and appreciate what the place had to offer. How come he had never seen Potter naked? What did he have to hide under his towel? A little curiosity never killed nobody, right?

Author: jeanm3 (on ao3)

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For a gay man, the men Aurors' locker room was like a meat market. Or at least that was what Draco liked to think. While the stench of so many sweaty men altogether, especially at the end of a long day of work in the field, was not pleasant in the slightest, he did enjoy the display of muscles and flesh.

There was something to suit everybody's fancy. No matter the height, age or physique. Did you fancy a tall man with beautiful dark skin and a delicious bubble butt? Auror Andrew was your man. Did you crave an older man, hairy body, a little soft from ageing? Auror Meson was your pick. Short, young, and a little chubby, with broad shoulders and thick thighs? Auror Bell. He could have spent a whole day appreciating the different men in the room, walking around only in a towel, or when he was lucky, completely naked.

It was not good locker-room etiquette peeking at others private parts, he was well aware, but he did not do it with judgement. All right, maybe a little. He might have changed, but he was no saint. Draco was not ashamed to admit he had a little bit of a kink, spying on the others naked form. Precisely because he knew it was wrong, inadequate and perverse, made it exciting and arousing. He refined the art in his first days of Auror training. Being an ex-Death Eater was already enough reason to be hated by his colleagues, so he learned early on to be as subtle and indiscreet as he could. His gaze would casually drop when one of the men would dry himself near the lockers, or when one would wrap a towel around his waist. His face would always wear a bored expression, not giving away how entertained he was.

So, there he was, at the end of another day, unbuttoning his shirt in front of his locker, hoping to have another peek of Auror Hussain fat cock or Auror Dixon hard ass. Once he was fully naked and had his towel wrapped around him, he made his way to the showers. He walked nonchalantly, his pace slow and intentional, his eyes trained to locate a piece of naked skin even if he looked straight ahead. He managed to grasp small peeks of flesh there and there, but nothing was worthy of a second look.

His patience was repaid when he stepped into the showers section. Auror Hussain stepped out of the shower, dripping wet, cock in full display swinging between his legs as he took his towel and started to dry himself, not noticing his look of appreciation. He thanked every god above, as that image would have come in handy once he was home, alone in his bed. He could feel his cock filling under his towel, but not enough to become a problem.

His train of thought was rudely interrupted by the sight of Potter, drying in long past the shoulder hair.

As always, Draco's heart skipped a beat, and his knees dangerously went weak. Potter was the most gorgeous human being in that whole building.

Potter changed a lot since he joined the Auror training program, the scrawny short boy had blossomed into a handsome strong man. He grew taller, almost reaching Draco's height, one of the small mercies of his life, cause if Potter would have grown taller than him, he would have been simply too much to handle. Delicious light-dark skin covered solid muscles, achieved through hard work and training. Dark hair covered his wide and strapping chest, dark nipples bounced along with the vigorous movements of his arms. An inviting happy trail obscured his flat stomach, where it was visible a rippling line of abs, disappearing into the dark blue towel wrapped around his slim waist. He never hated a piece of fabric more in his life. He did not have a good view of his legs, but he knew that he possessed thick thighs, that he wished to be smashed with. That would have been a great way to die. Or choking on his dick. That would have been even better.