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Draco leaned against the wall, feeling the vibration of the music in the plaster as much as in his ears. He watched the throng of people grinding against each other in the middle of the dance floor, searching for the one he wanted to take home that night. He took a sip from the glass of whiskey in his hand as his eyes continued to scan the room.
“Never expected to see you in a place like this, Malfoy.” A deep voice drawled near his left ear.
Draco turned to the voice and was met with bright green eyes behind round, wire rim glasses and partially covered by messy black curls that had fallen onto the man’s forehead. Draco’s eyes moved down further, taking in the rest of the man. He had a black t-shirt covered up by a tight leather jacket, skintight ripped jeans, and leather boots. There was a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and smoke curled up from the end of it, mixing with the rest of the smoke in the air.
“Potter.” Draco said. “You seem to fit right in here.”
“I’ve been coming here for a bit.” Harry said. He took a long drag from the cigarette in his mouth and blew the smoke away from Draco’s face. “So, do you come here for the drinks or the nameless sex?”
“Way to get straight to it, Potter.” Draco drawled, he rolled his eyes but gave the other man a smirk.
“I don’t know many people who come to this shithole for the drinks.” Harry said with a raised eyebrow.
“You’ve got me there, Potter.” Draco admitted. “I don’t come for the drinks. If I wanted a good drink I’d go somewhere in Diagon, but I don’t really need my already awful reputation made worse by the press catching wind of me sleeping around with other blokes.”
“Same reason I come here.” Harry admitted. “I’m not willing to come out to the wizarding world, can’t stand the idea of my sex life being all over the prophet.”
Draco hummed and took another sip of his whiskey. He allowed himself to look at Harry again, this time with the information that the man was gay fueling his thoughts. Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco again and the blonde grinned at Harry before setting his drink down on a nearby table and pushing off the wall to crowd the brunette against the opposite one.
“How would you feel about sex that’s not exactly nameless?” Draco asked, his voice came out rough and low and a shiver ran through Harry’s body. Harry pulled the cigarette from his mouth to answer Draco but his response was cut off by the press of soft lips. Harry let out a groan; his free hand wrapped around the back of Draco’s neck pulling the blonde in closer while Draco’s hands gripped Harry’s hips tightly, dragging their erections together.
“Fuck, Malfoy.” Harry gasped against Draco’s lips. “Loo, now!”
“No, my place.” Draco muttered. He looked around, making sure they were alone before he apparated them directly to his bedroom. They hadn’t even landed before Draco found himself pinned against his door with Harry’s mouth on his neck and his hands pawing at the button on his trousers. Draco let out a soft moan when Harry bit down on the sensitive skin near his collarbone. Draco’s moan came out louder a moment later when Harry got his trousers open and wrapped a warm, calloused hand around his prick.
“Merlin, Potter.” Draco groaned. His head thudded against the door when Harry swiped his thumb over the slit, sending sparks of pleasure up Draco’s spine.
A warm, wet heat enveloped Draco’s cock a moment later and his silvery grey eyes flew open to stare down at Harry on his knees. Draco let out a filthy moan and tangled the fingers of his right hand in Harry’s messy curls, messing them up further.
Harry smirked around the length in his mouth and he took Draco further; once his nose was buried in the carefully groomed white, blonde curls surrounding the base of Draco’s cock, Harry swallowed.
“Oh, putain. C'est tellement bon!” Draco cried out.
Harry’s cock twitched at the sound of Draco’s voice crying out in French and he quickly made it his mission to get the man to do it again. Harry backed off slightly, dragging his tongue along the vein on the underside of Draco’s cock as he moved up.
While he had Draco occupied, he pulled the man’s trousers and pants to his ankles, cast a silent lubrication spell, and gently slipped one finger into Draco’s ass. The fingers in Harry’s hair tightened, pulling roughly and Harry moaned around the prick in his mouth.
“Plus, s'il vous plait.” Draco whined. “S'il te plait!”
Harry didn’t know French, but he knew begging when he heard it so he lubed up another finger and slid a second one in alongside the first while he continued to suck on Draco’s prick. Harry slowly pumped his fingers in and out of Draco’s ass for a moment before he curled them in search of the bundle of nerves that would have the man falling apart.
“Putain, oui ! Oui, j'arrive!” Draco yelled as his cock twitched in Harry’s mouth and a bitter, salty flavor burst onto the brunette’s tongue. Harry swallowed what he could before he pulled off of Draco and slipped his fingers out.
Harry looked up at the blonde with a smug grin; Draco was leaning against the wall breathing heavily. His cheeks and neck were flushed pink and it looked like he’d been pulling on his hair as it was sticking up all over.
The brunette pushed to his feet and pressed himself against Draco’s body, putting his mouth next to the man’s ear.
“I’m guessing that was good?” Harry muttered.
The warm breath against the shell of his ear made Draco shiver and he opened his eyes to look down at the man against him. He grabbed the front of Harry’s t-shirt and hauled him even closer, pressing a desperate kiss to the man’s lips.
“It was brilliant.” Draco breathed when they finally pulled away. “Now I need you to fuck me.”
Harry’s green eyes widened at Draco’s blunt statement but he didn’t hesitate in stripping off his clothes while the blonde finished pulling off his own. By the time Harry was naked, Draco was on the bed with his legs open, feet on the bed and bent at the knee so that Harry had the perfect view of him stroking his half hard cock.
The brunette climbed onto the bed and crawled in between Draco’s spread thighs. Harry kissed Draco’s left thigh before sucking a bruise into the meaty part of his inner thigh. He continued to kiss his way up Draco’s leg, across his left hip, over his stomach to his right hip and down his right thigh before he flipped Draco onto his stomach in one quick, smooth move.
Draco let out a surprised noise when Harry flipped him but he immediately moved up onto his knees and buried his face in the plush pillow under his head.
Harry ran his hands up Draco’s smooth thighs and over the perfect, round, globes of his ass, spreading them apart so he could see his hole.
“So fucking pretty like this.” Harry growled. “Spread out, pliant, ready for me to use.”
Draco let out a needy whine at Harry’s filthy words and tried to wiggle his hips enticingly; he wanted Harry to get on with it. A loud guttural moan left Draco’s lips a moment later when Harry sealed his mouth over the blonde’s asshole. Draco buried his face further into the pillow, muffling his moans.
Harry sat back slightly and reached forward to move Draco’s head.
“I want to hear you sweetheart.” Harry said lowly.
Draco whimpered quietly but didn’t bury his face again. Harry moved back down and flattened his tongue over Draco’s hole, drawing a desperate and needy moan from the man’s throat. Harry kept up his ministrations, lapping over the furled opening like it was a sweet, and drawing constant moans from the writhing man underneath him.
“Fuck, H-Harry.” Draco choked out. “I need to come please!”
Harry sucked in a breath and ground himself against the bed when Draco said his name; he’d never heard his first name from the man’s mouth before. Harry flipped Draco onto his back and moved up the man’s body; he put his mouth against his ear and slotted his cock next to Draco’s.
“Say my name again love.” Harry growled, his voice low and possessive.
Draco’s eyes snapped open and focused on the man above him. Harry’s green eyes were dark and his pupils were dilated so wide there was very little iris left to see. He was staring down at Draco like he wanted to devour him and the blonde shivered.
“P-Potter.” Draco stuttered out. “Fuck me please.”
“Not until you say my name love.” Harry growled again.
“Please, Potter. Please!” Draco begged. Harry moved away from Draco, slowly dragging his body across the man’s sensitive cock before he sat back on his heels. Draco whimpered and tried to follow Harry, only to have his wrists pinned to the mattress above his head.
“As pretty as you sound begging for my cock, I haven’t heard what I want yet.” Harry said, sounding so dominant and in control.
“H-Harry, please.” Draco whispered. His grey eyes were wide with want, his pale skin flushed with arousal, and his long, thin cock was bright red on the tip; it was creating a clear, sticky pool where it was leaking pre-cum onto his taught stomach.
Harry let out a feral sounding growl as he grabbed both of Draco’s thighs, pushing them up so they were nearly at his ears. He pressed the blunt head of his cock against Draco’s tight hole until it popped passed the rim and he was able to slide in the rest of the way, bottoming out quickly.
Draco arched his back and let out a loud moan. His hands clenched in the air where they were magically pinned above his head. Harry leaned over Draco again to growl low in his ear.
“Are you going to be a good boy and let me use this tight, little hole how I want to?”
Draco nodded desperately as a whine escaped his lips. He threw his head back against the pillows when Harry began to move; the brunette started out slow but in no time at all his thrusts turned rough and quick, punching moans and whines from Draco’s throat.
Harry kept up his pace as he leaned over Draco, pressing a kiss to his lips that was more tongue and teeth than actual kiss. After a moment they had to pull away to breathe and Harry moved his mouth down Draco’s jaw, nipping at the skin before moving down his neck to suck another mark into the porcelain skin, just above his right collar bone.
“You’re doing so good love.” Harry panted. “Such a good boy.”
“H-Harry.” Draco stuttered out. “Want to touch you, please.”
Harry sat up slightly and waved his hand, releasing the spell he’d used to keep Draco’s hands from moving. Draco immediately dug his fingers into Harry’s curls, pulling on the soft locks while the brunette drove into him with a brutal force. The blonde’s fingers tightened in Harry’s hair, a loud moan ripped from his throat and his body convulsed underneath Harry as he came a second time, his release spurting up his stomach and chest, with some even landing on his chin.
Draco’s orgasm yanked Harry’s from him and the younger man slammed into the blonde’s body as deep as he could get while he released inside him with a low groan. Harry collapsed a moment later, half on Draco, half on the bed; his breaths were coming out in harsh pants against Draco’s oversensitive skin, causing goose flesh to rise on his pale arms.
After several minutes, Harry sat back and smirked down at Draco underneath him. The blonde was covered in sweat and cum; the sheen of both accentuated the pale pink blush that colored his cheeks, neck, and chest.
Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry; he opened his mouth to say something sarcastic only for the words to catch in his throat when the brunette leaned forward and lapped at the streaks of cum on his scarred chest. A soft moan escaped Draco and he shivered at the feeling of Harry’s tongue on his sensitive skin.
“Fuck, your little noises are addicting sweetheart.” Harry growled against Draco’s stomach. “I could listen to them all day.” Harry smirked again when he felt the muscles in Draco’s torso tense at the growled words.
“Potter.” Draco muttered. He wove his hands into Harry’s messy curls and tugged, encouraging the younger man to move up his body so he could kiss him. Harry kissed Draco back; his tongue slid against the blondes’ lips asking for entrance. When Draco’s lips parted, Harry plunged his tongue into the man’s mouth, mapping every inch of it.
The two men continued kissing, completely lost in the other’s mouth. They were so occupied that the sound of the floo flaring up startled both of them and Harry accidentally bit down on Draco’s bottom lip. The slight shock of pain pulled a whine from Draco as he rutted his half hard cock against Harry’s leg.
“Draco, I need you to come to the manor as soon as possible.” Narcissa’s voice echoed into the room.
Draco pushed Harry off of him and grabbed his dressing gown off the hook next to the bed wrapping the thin black fabric around his shoulders before he knelt in front of the fireplace.
“Hello Mother.” Draco said. “I was just about to get into the shower; I can be at the manor in thirty minutes.”
“Very well, I will see you soon my love.” Narcissa said.
Draco was about to respond when the crack of apparition caught his attention and he turned to find that Harry was no longer on his bed.
“Did you have someone there?” Narcissa asked. Her face in the flames moved around as if trying to see into the room behind Draco.
“Theo just left.” Draco lied. “He stopped by for a drink.”
Narcissa’s face contorted into one of disgust but she didn’t comment further. The woman told Draco to quickly take a shower and get to the manor before she broke the connection.
Draco pushed himself off the floor and dropped onto his bed. He was exhausted and a little disappointed that Harry had left without saying anything to him. The blonde lay on his bed staring at the ceiling for several minutes, after a while he rolled over to get up and noticed a paper on the bedside table.
Malfoy,
Sorry I left without saying bye, but I figured you wouldn’t want your mother to see me in your bed. Thanks for a fun time.
HP