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Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Neville were already at their usual table when Harry arrived. Fresh from a post-game shower, his hair curled damply at his collar and fell in a swoop over his forehead. He ran his hand through it to push it out of his eyes as he shouldered up to the bar and ordered a beer and a round of shots. While he waited, he turned to lean one hip on the bar and scanned the room.
The small dance floor was already filling up though it was still relatively early in the evening. He caught the eye of an attractive brunette that was grinding on a diminutive woman with wild hair and a microscopic skirt. The man shot a wink at Harry over a low, suggestive grin. Harry considered joining the couple and seeing where the night would take him, but that was not the kind of trouble he was interested in courting tonight.
He turned as the bartender pushed a tray of shots in front of him along with his beer. Holding them high, he wove his way through the tightly packed bodies to the table.
"We won!" Harry announced, "Shots are on me!"
Ginny whooped and Ron slapped him on the back. Harry dropped into the booth beside Hermione and passed the shots around.
"To good drinks and bad decisions!" Harry shouted and they all drank.
They did two more rounds of shots before going back to their beers and cocktails, conversation ebbing and flowing with the ease of lifelong friendship.
"Gin, when are we playing next?" Harry asked.
"Sunday next." Ginny replied with a wicked grin. "I'm going to get all these losers tickets so they can watch me kick your arse!"
Ron, clearly torn in loyalty to his sister and his best mate, spluttered.
Hermione, always the peacemaker, changed the subject. "Harry, are you seeing anyone?"
Harry shook his head, "No, no time." He scanned the dance floor again. "Looking to blow off some steam tonight though."
"I could set you up with…" Neville started but was cut off by an immediate chorus of "No"'s from everyone else.
"Mate, he'll see them once, fuck them, never contact them again then you'll never hear the end of it from your friend always bugging you about why he didn't call." Ron spoke from experience.
Harry didn't deny it.
Neville nodded and dropped the subject, instead talking about some supply problems at his shop due to an unexpected late season freeze somewhere. Harry let the words flow over and around him as he rode the buzz of the alcohol, the win, and the music.
Harry felt the warm, solid presence at his side before he noticed that anyone else had arrived.
The unique yet familiar spicy/woodsy cologne hit his nostrils and sent a wave of heat through him as a slim pale hand pulled the pint glass from his hand. Harry turned and watched an Adam's apple bob on deep swallows then a pink tongue sweeping foam from a full bottom lip.
Harry raised a single eyebrow, angling his body slightly towards the other man. "You owe me a drink."
"You owe me a dance," he retorted, turning to lock silver grey eyes with emerald ones.
"Mmm…" Harry murmured. "Drink first, let's get you caught up."
Harry nudged Draco with his hip until he moved, allowing Harry to slide out of the booth. Draco pressed a gold coin into his hand with a wink. "Buy yourself something fruity on me."
After querying the rest of the group for their order Harry made his way back to the bar.
Half an hour later, pleasantly sloshed with limbs loose and mind a quiet hum, Harry allowed himself to be pulled onto the dance floor.
Instead of pulling Harry into his arms, Draco stepped in behind him, placing his hands firmly on Harry's hips.
"This is not the Yule Ball," Draco said close to his ear, the rush of air sending shivers down Harry's back. "Come on now, follow my lead."
Harry allowed himself to be dragged closer until his arse was pressed against Draco's crotch. He dropped his head back to Draco's shoulder and let him take the lead, moving and grinding them together in time to the bass heavy music. Draco wrapped one hand around Harry's waist and the other around to cup his jaw and tilt Harry's head to the side. Harry let out a small moan and leaned into the touch, bringing his own hand to Draco's wrist to pull his hand down until it lightly clasped Harry's throat.
Harry moved to capture Draco's lips, but the other man pulled back. "If you do that everyone will know." Draco inclined his head toward their friends.
Looking over to see they were all staring at him and Draco, Harry smiled to himself. "Let's not talk too much," Harry told Draco and closed the last inches until their lips met.
Harry couldn't hear what his friends were saying but at least one of them gave a long, loud wolf whistle.
Releasing Draco's mouth Harry undulated against him, rotating his hips until he felt Draco's hard length pressing into his arse through his tight jeans. Draco grasped Harry in a punishing grip that left them both breathless.
Draco suddenly spun Harry around and away from him, raising his hands above his head and dropping into a hip thrusting move that had Harry catching his breath. He was pulled back to Draco like a magnet and plastered them together again, slotting one of his thickly muscled thighs between Draco's lithe ones until they were grinding against each other, breaths coming heavy.
Harry rolled his body backwards trusting Draco to catch him around the waist as he threatened to overbalance. The drinks and mood overcoming his natural reluctance to dancing.
Draco leaned forward, following Harry's movements. He moved one of his hands up to the back of Harry's neck, anchoring himself with a handful of sweat damp curls and using it as leverage to roll them back to a standing position. Harry whimpered. "Let's get out of here."
"No." Draco whispered into the crook of Harry's neck. "I'm enjoying myself."
"We can keep enjoying ourselves at my place." Harry hissed as Draco's teeth nipped at the sensitive skin under his ear.
"We never get to dance." Draco moved to nose along Harry's jaw eliciting more whimpers. "Mmm…your body…" He muttered brokenly.
They teased and wound each other up for two more songs until both were so hard they could barely stand.
"I need…" Harry struggled to articulate.
"I'm hungry." Draco said abruptly.
"Oh, me too." Harry replied, leaning in to bite at Draco's bottom lip. "Feed me."
"Pervert." Draco deadpanned. "I meant actual food. I didn't get dinner."
Harry pouted and grabbed Draco by the small knot of his hair. "I'll feed you."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Food, Potter. Sustenance." He lowered his eyelashes and gave Harry a smug grin. "You're going to need it."
Harry laughed and grabbed Draco's hand, pulling him back towards the table.
They crashed down onto the booth bench still clinging to one another.
"Soooo…." Ginny sing-songed at them.
Harry raised his head slowly as if just remembering he and Draco were not alone. He grinned at Ginny and shrugged.
Ron slapped Draco on the shoulder as he rose to get more drinks. "Good luck, mate." He called to Draco.
Sipping their drinks while their friends politely, and not so politely (Ginny) interrogated them, Harry automatically widened his thighs as he felt Draco's hand gliding up his inner thigh.
Harry had just started to speak when Draco cupped him through his jeans, thumb pressing against his semi-hard cock. He squeaked, drawing questioning looks from Neville and a muffled laugh from Hermione who was right next to them.
Draco leaned forward to address the group, not moving his hand. "We're leaving."
Awaiting no responses, Draco pulled Harry to his feet, intertwined their fingers and led him towards the exit. Harry, a grin splitting his face, waved over his shoulder to his friends. "Bye."
Out on the pavement, Draco pushed Harry roughly against the brick wall. "I've been walking around hard for the past twenty-four hours. My bedsheets smell like you." Draco punctuated his words with hard, deep kisses.
Harry whimpered as Draco released his mouth. "Please."
"No."
Harry hooked his leg around the back of Draco's knees and tilted his hips up. "Please?"
"Not yet."
Harry sighed and relaxed his hold. "I'm too drunk to apparate." He told Draco.
"Me too." Draco agreed, tracing a finger down the side of Harry's face. Harry chased it with his mouth.
Draco nipped at Harry's finger then turned, holding up his hand to stop a passing taxi, pulling Harry in the backseat after him when it stopped at the curb.
"Turn the radio on?" Draco asked the driver. The man flicked them a glance in the rearview mirror then thumbed the radio on.
Harry let the music move through him, guiding him to Draco's side. He crawled half into Draco's lap, biting down along his throat and popping the first two buttons of his shirt open and kissing down his chest. Draco fisted his hand in Harry's hair when Harry found one of Draco's nipples with his teeth. Draco sucked in a breath through his teeth and pulled Harry's head back.
"What are you doing?" He glanced toward the front seat.
"I'm in love with your body," Harry whispered against Draco's ear, marveling at the tremors running through the other man.
"You talk too much." Draco captured Harry's lips, effectively shutting him up.
The world faded away as they lost themselves in the kisses, only coming around when the driver cleared his throat loudly. "We're here, lads."
Draco thrust some money at the driver and pulled Harry from the car.
Harry looked up, surprised to find they were in front of an all night diner. The kind that served breakfast 24 hours and was of questionable cleanliness. He didn't picture Draco enjoying a place like this. But he was discovering something brand new every day.
"What's this?" Harry nodded to the diner, draping himself over Draco's back as they stood on the pavement.
"My favorite place to go after drinking." Draco had a nostalgic look on his face. "Blaise and I discovered this place not long after 8th year. Our bad habits led to a lot of late nights."
"And now?" Harry asked, pressing kisses into the side of Draco's throat.
"And now, my bad habits seem to lead to you." Draco started for the door, pulling Harry along with him. "Trust me, you'll like this."
They found an open booth and Harry started to sit next to Draco, but the blonde shook his head and said "No, I actually want to eat. Sit over there."
Harry sighed but took the opposite bench, sliding across the cracked red vinyl until he was directly across from Draco, tangling their legs under the table. He was anxious to get back to one of their flats but if Draco wanted to draw out the anticipation, he would go along.
Hooking his finger around Draco's wrist, pulling it towards him, he began running his thumb over the pulse point there, noticing it was beating fast. Draco was good at keeping an emotionless mask in place, but his body always betrayed him. Harry grinned to himself. They could have their meal but by the time they were done Draco would be ready to wreck him. Perfect.
"How is Blaise then?" Harry asked, conversationally. "I haven't seen him since Pansy's wedding."
Draco pulled his hand back on the pretense of looking at the laminated menu. "He's well. He suggested we do a pub night soon actually. All of us." Draco glanced at Harry.
Harry grinned and nodded. "Suppose we'll have to, after tonight." He rubbed one foot up the inside of Draco's calf. "What's good here?"
"Mmm?" Draco asked distractedly. "Oh, I like the slinger, it's an American thing, an absolute mess but it's perfect."
"Perfect." Harry echoed, grabbing Draco's hand again and lacing their fingers together on the tabletop.
"I got an owl from your mum." Harry watched the muscles in Draco's throat work as he swallowed. "She invited me to tea."
"Is that so?" Draco said vaguely.
"Yeah. I'm gonna go. I like your mum." Harry shifted to place one foot on the booth seat across from him, pressing it to Draco's hip.
"She likes you too." Draco muttered, shifting in his seat.
Harry lifted his other foot, placing it on the other side of Draco, effectively caging him under the table.
A swiftly indrawn breath was held as the waitress stopped by to take their order. Harry gave his order then as Draco was giving his, Harry squeezed his legs, causing Draco to stutter out the rest of his words.
"Potter!"
Harry shot him an innocent look but withdrew one foot slowly, sliding it along Draco's thigh until he got to his knee then pushed it slowly to the side. He repeated the motion on the other side so that Draco sat, thighs spread wide on the seat, as Harry toed off one shoe and started moving it up the inside of Draco's thigh.
"Potter!" Draco grabbed his foot but didn't move it away, just stilled it. "Behave!"
"You want me to behave?"
"Yes."
"You want me to be good?"
"Yes, Harry. Be good…"
"I can be so good for you, Draco." Harry wiggled his foot free and began to move it back towards Draco's crotch.
Draco let out a small squeak as Harry's socked foot grazed his hard cock, stroking gently.
"You know I like to be good for you." Harry murmured, a little breathless.
"Harry…" Draco ground out.
He was saved from whatever he was going to say by the waitress setting their plates down in front of them.
"Eat." Draco ordered Harry. "You're going to need it."
Harry laughed and sat up properly, satisfied he'd pushed the right buttons to get what he wanted once they left here.
As they ate, they continued to chat about their friends, families and jobs. Draco finished first and got up and moved to sit beside Harry.
Draco angled his body towards Harry and bent to whisper into his ear. "Are you having fun?"
Harry pushed his plate away and nodded, swaying closer to Draco.
"Do you want me to take you in the loo and make you get on your knees?" Draco's lips brushed the shell of Harry's ear on each word, causing his eyes to fall shut.
Harry bit his lip and nodded. "Yes. Put me on my knees."
Draco moved a hand to cup Harry's cock and squeezed firmly. "You'd like that. Wouldn't you?"
Harry squirmed, trying to keep from thrusting into Draco's hand. "Yes. For you."
Abruptly pulling back his hand, Draco straightened and rested his elbows on the table. Harry dropped his head onto his bent arms whining, "Dracooooo."
"Save the begging for later." Draco instructed, bringing a hand to Harry's back, rubbing in slow, soothing circles.
"That feels good." Harry said. "I'm still sore from the game."
Draco continued to rub and massage Harry's back and shoulders. "Maybe you should go home and rest then."
"I'm not THAT sore!" Harry assured him, turning his head to shoot Draco a wicked grin. "But if we go to your place maybe a bath in that giant tub of yours?"
"Mmm…yes, my place is lovely." Draco left some money for the bill and pulled Harry to his feet. "Shall we then?"
Draco apparated them directly into his flat, holding onto Harry as they both regained their balance then stepped away.
Walking into the kitchen, Draco retrieved two bottles of water and brought them over, pressing one into Harry's hand. "Drink."
"Bossy."
Draco raised one pale eyebrow and just stood there until Harry cracked open the bottle and drained it in a few large gulps.
Harry wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Thanks."
Looking around, Harry waved his hand to set the lamps alight with a flick of magic. Draco walked from the room without speaking, Harry followed, appreciating the view as Draco's tight trousers showed off his arse exquisitely.
Draco passed through his bedroom and on into the bathroom where he began drawing a bath.
"What are you doing?" Harry stepped behind Draco and began undoing the band that held his hair back.
"You're sore." Draco said patiently. He tipped a few different potion vials into the steaming water before standing and turning to Harry and beginning to undress him. The shirt was pulled over his head and smooth hands soothed down his chest before undoing his jeans and pushing them and his pants down. Draco kneeled to remove the items and ran his hands in firm smooth strokes up the outside of Harry's thighs.
Draco stood and held his hand out, helping Harry get into the tub.
Harry groaned as the hot, potion laden water hit his sore muscles. He hadn't even realized how tense he was until that moment. Looking up at Draco he asked, "Aren't you coming in?"
Draco looked a bit guarded as he watched Harry watching him. "This is not…"
Harry held out his hand. "Come on now…"
Pausing for only a few moments more, Draco stripped out of his clothes. Harry took a few moments to admire Draco's broad chest and the way it tapered down to that lean cut of muscle at his hip. Harry swallowed roughly then scooted forward.
Draco stepped into the water behind him, opening his legs and pulling Harry back against his chest. They both sighed in contentment.
Draco ran his fingers absently up and down the defined muscles of Harry's chest. "Your friends didn't seem surprised to see us together tonight." He spoke into the silence.
Harry turned partially so he could look at Draco. "We're inevitable."
Draco froze and Harry wished he had a camera to capture the look on his face.
"We're…?" He asked. "Pardon me?"
Harry laughed. "I've been obsessed with you since we were 16." Harry fully turned in the water to face Draco who was opening and closing his mouth slowly, but no words came out.
"We've been sleeping together for months…" Harry reminded Draco.
"But…you said you didn't want anything serious." Draco burst out, looking as if he'd rather be anywhere else.
Harry shrugged with a smile. "I told you earlier that I was in love with your body. I think my heart is falling too."
Draco swatted his arm. "You can't just say things like that!" He looked flustered, a deep pink rising up his chest to his face.
"Mmm…can't I?" Harry leaned forward and brushed a soft kiss over Draco's lips.
"In that case," Harry smiled wider. "Can I suck your cock then?"
"What!?" Draco spluttered.
"You don't want me to talk about this, so you'd better keep my mouth occupied." Harry moved to kneel between Draco's still open legs causing the water to slosh at the lip of the tub. "Though you'd better sit up here, so I don't drown." Harry patted the edge of the tub and waggled his eyebrows.
"Merlin, Harry. You're going to be the death of me." Draco sighed and seemed to gather himself before speaking again. "Okay. Yes." He said softly.
"Yes what?" Harry asked, tilting his head. "Yes, I can suck your cock?"
"No. Well yes, but not yet." Draco spilled out. "Yes, I want more too. I want all of you."
Harry let the words settle over them, searching Draco's face. He was sitting very still and not meeting Harry's eyes. Feeling something loosening in his chest, Harry leaned forward and pulled Draco into a lingering kiss. No heat or urgency, just reassurance. When they broke apart, Harry smiled softly and pressed his forehead against Draco's. "Okay. Good."
"Good," Draco agreed, smiling at Harry, grasping the sides of his face and reclaiming his lips.
As their tongues licked and delved, heat built quickly. Harry straddled Draco's waist. "I need you."
Draco wound his arms around Harry, one at his waist pulling his hips in close, the other around the back of his shoulders so his hand could cradle Harry's head.
Burying his face in the crook of Harry's shoulder, Draco sunk his teeth into the muscle before pulling back to soothe the sting with his tongue. Harry could feel Draco's erection pushing into his stomach and ground against him. Draco tightened his hold, stilling Harry's hips.
"Patience, pet." Draco said, moving Harry's hands to grasp the sides of the tub and pushing him to bend back slightly, giving Draco access to run his tongue along each line of muscle, each dip and swell of smooth skin. He paused, catching one of Harry's nipples in his teeth and giving it a sharp nip, eliciting a gasp that turned to a moan when Draco began suckling.
"Up." Draco patted Harry's thigh, encouraging him to rise partially out of the water. Draco stared at him for a few moments, seemingly fascinated with the rivulets of water cascading down Harry. Leaning forward, Draco caught one droplet on his tongue as it skated down Harry's hip toward his groin. "I'm in love with your body."
"Hey, that's my line." Harry said, bracing his hands on the tub edge as Draco continued to move his mouth lower. His whole body was straining towards the other man.
"Mmm…" Draco hummed, the vibrations against the side of Harry's cock giving him shivers. "We can be a mutual admiration society." Draco stopped talking as he ran his tongue along the vein on the underside of Harry's cock then engulfed him in the heat of his mouth.
"Draco. Fuck." Harry panted out, unable to stop a sharp thrust of his hips, chasing the delicious sensations. Draco seized Harry's hips firmly, controlling his movements.
Draco pulled back long enough to look up at Harry from underneath hooded eyes. "Can you be still for me?"
Harry nodded hard, striving to sound more confident than he felt. "Yes, yes. I can be still."
Draco smirked and coated his fingers in lube. Keeping his eyes on Harry, he brought his hand up and started tracing small, firm circles around Harry's hole. Harry bit his lip and locked his joints to keep still. Draco rewarded him by sliding a finger past the tight ring of muscles at his entrance and burying it all the way to the last knuckle.
"Yesss." Harry keened as Draco curled his finger and grazed Harry's prostate. Keeping a slow rhythmic motion, touch firm enough to send sparks through Harry's blood but light enough to still be a tease, Draco lowered his mouth again. As he suctioned upwards, he added another finger to the one already working Harry open.
Harry removed one of his hands from the lip of the tub to grab the back of Draco's head, fisting his hair and panting.
Draco pulled back again, looking up at Harry. "Did I tell you that you could touch?"
Harry immediately put his hand back where Draco had instructed him to keep it but gasped out, "I just need…"
"I know what you need." Draco continued to thrust and scissor his fingers. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes!" was Harry's immediate response.
"Good boy." Draco purred then removed his fingers causing Harry to whimper at the loss. "Now go get on the bed, lie on your back with your hands above your head."
Harry scrambled to obey, rising from the water and stepping out and starting to make his way to the bedroom before Draco's voice called him back.
"Dry off."
Oh, right. Harry realized he was dripping water all over the floor. Draco scrambled his brains. He hit himself with a wandless, wordless drying charm and aimed another at Draco as he too stepped from the tub. Then Harry got distracted seeing him there, all pale skin and lithe muscles, cock jutting out from a tangle of pale hair, looking confident and sexy as hell.
Harry whimpered and made a move to go to Draco, wanting to touch, taste.
"Bed." Draco reminded him.
Harry gave one last longing look then went to lie on the bed, arms stretched above his head, fingers brushing the slats of the headboard, legs spread wide.
Draco entered moments later and stood by the bed, staring down at Harry while lazily fisting his own cock in slow movements. Harry's hands twitched with the urge to replace Draco's hand with his own, or better yet with his mouth.
"You're not going to be able to stay still, are you?" Draco asked with a smile.
Harry flexed his hands and shook his head. "Probably not."
Draco picked up a discarded grey silk necktie from a side chair and held it up to Harry in question. Harry nodded eagerly, and Draco fastened it around his wrists and then to the headboard.
"Safeword?" Draco asked as he checked the tightness of the knots.
"Salazar." Harry smirked at him.
Draco chuckled as he retrieved his wand and cast cleaning and protection spells on Harry, eliciting a shiver from Harry as they moved through him.
Kneeling on the bed between Harry's spread thighs, Draco looked down at him, still languidly stroking himself.
"Draco, please." Harry begged.
"Please what, Harry?" Draco growled back.
"Please fuck me." The words tumbled out of Harry in a rush. He swallowed back everything else he'd been about to beg for.
Draco coated his fingers and cock in lube and reached forward to ease two fingers back inside Harry before pulling back and adding a third. Harry sucked in a sharp breath at the slight burn and thrust up into Draco's hand.
Draco removed his fingers and lined himself up with Harry's entrance, the blunt head of his cock barely breaching the tight ring of muscles before he paused.
The pleasure-pain had Harry cursing softly and struggling to stay still.
"Who do you belong to?" Draco leaned forward to loosely encircle Harry's throat with his hand, using his free hand to hold Harry's hips still.
"Draco!" Harry shouted as Draco thrust forward, filling him completely in one smooth motion.
Their bodies slapped together with an obscene noise that sent the heat in Harry's blood rocketing higher.
Harry drew his legs up around Draco's waist, ankles crossing to pull him closer. "Harder."
Draco released his grip on Harry's hip and skimmed it up his chest, then into Harry's hair, stroking gently as a counterpoint to the tiny noises escaping Harry's lips now on every thrust.
Draco pulled back slightly and hooked Harry's thighs over his shoulders, bending him almost in half as he thrust in a slower, more deliberate motion. He was hitting Harry's prostate on every thrust now, pulling long desperate noises from him.
Harry stared at Draco, watching a bead of sweat drop down from his hair and onto Harry's chest. He was surprised it didn't sizzle when it hit. Draco sunk his teeth into his lower lip and changed the angle slightly, causing Harry's eyes to roll back in his head.
"Yes, Draco." A breath punched out of him. The heat that had been gathering at the base of his spine exploded outwards and he whined, "I'm gonna…"
"Come for me, baby. Let me see you fall apart." Draco tightened his hold on Harry's throat, pressing the sides gently but firmly in the way he knew made Harry detonate.
His vision blurred at the edges and a buzzing filled his ears as he came, untouched, spilling all over his chest and abs in hot ropes.
As Harry clenched down around Draco inside of him, Draco's rhythm faltered, then he pulled out abruptly and fisted his cock and with a few hard tugs came all over Harry's chest, adding his own spend to the mess already there.
"Mine." Draco said softly, looking down lovingly at Harry, who lay with glazed eyes, panting, a vague smile on his face.
Harry was vaguely aware of Draco untying his hands and rubbing circulation back into them, then his weight left the bed briefly. Harry was drifting in a haze of euphoria when a warm wet cloth was gently wiped over his chest, stomach and then between his legs.
"Thanks," he muttered, halfway asleep already.
"Thank you, love," Draco said against his ear as he settled in behind Harry, pulling them close and pulling the duvet over them.
"Are you ready?" Harry wandered into the bedroom where Draco was getting dressed. He paused to admire his boyfriend. Oh, and didn't that word feel amazing in his mind; it felt even better on his tongue, so he allowed it out. "Hey boyfriend."
Draco's eyes caught Harry's in the mirror and he smiled. "Hey boyfriend."
Draco tucked his pale green button up into his tight dark jeans and turned. "I'm ready." He walked to Harry and laid a hand alongside his jaw. "Are you going to behave tonight?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
Harry grinned. "Unlikely."
Draco leaned forward and nipped Harry's earlobe whispering, "If you can't behave for pub night with our friends I'll have to think of a punishment."
Harry pulled Draco in close and whispered back, "Don't threaten me with a good time."