Having had to excuse himself to the lavatory Harry gripped the porcilin sink in front him, as he splashed himself in the face with water to cool himself off.

He was panting softly fogging the mirror a little, and had his eyes closed. Doing all he could to try and force the blood flow away from his absolutely rock hard cock.

Taking a deep breath he stood and felt himself relaxing, when the hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood on end. He was being watched.

A hand wrapped around his midriff and he went to pull away instead he was pushed against the sink, pinned there. Lee's grinning face appearing in the mirror,

"There is no reason to waste such a fine erection Mr. Potter." Lee said, chuckling.

Harry could feel his cock snap back to attention with Lee's own member pushing hungrily against His firm ass. Lee spun him around and kissed him hard on the lips, "Yes. I'm attracted to men and yes I would like to suck the ever-loving cum out of your cock down my soft... sweet... throat." Lee's voice became softer and darker as he spoke, hissing in Harry's ear, making his knees feel weak.

"Lee I..." Harry began, not sure what to say, when he felt a cold set of digits wrap around his shaft, "...Oh, Bloody Hell..." He breathed, "Fine..." He said as Lee fell to his knees and undid his trousers, "Just this once." Lee chuckled,

"You said that last time too." He hissed lustfully and with that he buried Harry's whole length into his throat. Harry's whole body curled over Lee, both Harry's hands threading instantly into Lee's hair and moaning softly. Simply thinking, that Murtle wouldn't be the only one to be known for moaning in a bathroom from now on and he had a feeling Lee wouldn't let him live it down.