"Uncomfortable Proximity"

The warm sunlight streaming through the window highlighted the dust motes dancing in the air as Harry lay in bed, engrossed in the pages of his book. It was a lazy afternoon, and he had decided to indulge in a bit of reading, letting the stresses of the school year fade away. His room, or rather, his half of the room, was a sanctuary, and he cherished the quiet moments spent within its walls. Draco, on the other hand, seemed to be suffering from a severe case of boredom. He had been pacing back and forth across the room for what felt like hours, his eyes scanning the shelves, his fingers drumming an impatient rhythm on the windowsill. Harry tried to focus on his book, but he could sense Draco's restlessness, like a palpable force that disrupted the calm atmosphere. As Harry turned the page, he felt a sudden shift in the air, a subtle change in Draco's energy. The pacing stopped, and Harry sensed Draco's gaze on him, boring into his skin like a cold, calculated weight. He looked up to find Draco standing beside his bed, a mischievous glint in his eye. Without a word, Draco climbed onto the bed, his movements fluid and deliberate. Harry's heart skipped a beat as Draco settled into his lap, his back pressed against Harry's chest. The proximity was unexpected, and Harry felt a jolt of surprise. As Draco began to shift his weight, grinding his perfect ass against Harry's cock, Harry's eyes widened in shock. He tried to push Draco away, but the other boy's weight was solid, his movements deliberate and teasing. Harry's face grew hot, and he felt a rush of arousal, despite his better judgment. Draco's laughter was low and husky, a sound that vibrated through Harry's entire body. "You're so easy to read, Potter," he whispered, his breath hot against Harry's ear. "I can practically smell your desire." Harry's hands clenched into fists, his body responding to the friction, despite his attempts to resist. He was trapped, pinned beneath Draco's weight, with no escape from the sensations that threatened to overwhelm him. The room seemed to spin around him, and for a moment, he was lost in the sensation of Draco's body pressed against his. As the tension built, Harry realized that he was in grave danger of losing control. He gritted his teeth, fighting against the attraction that seemed to grow stronger by the second. But Draco just continued to grind against him, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring the reaction he was getting from Harry. The air was thick with tension, heavy with unspoken desires. Harry's heart pounded in his chest, and he knew that he had to find a way to extricate himself from this situation before things went too far. But for now, he was trapped, at the mercy of Draco's whims and his own desires.