The dim fluorescent lights of the seedy bar caused Harry to squint his eyes as he entered. Harry wrinkled his nose at the strange smell combination of leather and sweat invading his nostrils. In the bar, quite a few people were dancing, and others were spread out across the lounges. Harry made his way straight towards the half-crescent cocktail area. Even though he was a frequent customer of this place, he never quite got over the strange odors it emitted.
“A whiskey on the rocks please” Harry told the stoic bartender, who without a second glance began preparing the drink. Harry had a long week, in fact, most of his weeks were long since he started working as an Auror. Even though he had defeated Voldemort, quite a few death eaters lingered around, hopíng to spread their hateful ideals amongst the magical community.
“Here is the drink” the bartender said in a strong Bulgarian accent, his eyes icy and devoid of emotions. Harry nodded in thanks and immediately brought the drink to his mouth. The whiskey burned a trail of heat down his esophagus and into his stomach, warming him, which he was quite thankful for, due to the chilly winter air he had been previously exposed to.
After finishing his glass, Harry could feel a slight buzz coming in. HIs eyes scanned the crowd of people, and were ensnared by the sight of someone with long platinum hair. It was slightly familiar, but he couldn’t decipher why. Harry, curious in nature, decided to make his way over, to get a clearer look of said stranger. However, before he did so, Harry raised his hand, signaling the barkeep to bring him a shot of pure Vodka.
The bartender complied, a glint of amusement in his eyes, as he saw what Harry had set his eyes on. Quickly, Harry grabbed the shot and downed it in one go. Now, thoroughly emboldened by the alcohol, Harry strode towards the alluring stranger.
“Hey, you seem familiar. Have we met before?” Harry asked brashly, making the stranger pause his dancing and turn to face him. The stranger’s hazy silver eyes scanned Harry up and down, finally landing on his face.
“No, not that I know of. But say, since you’ve already made your way over here, want to join me for a little dance?” The stranger smirked, bewitching Harry to only nod his head. As they danced, Harry noticed the stranger seemed to have already had a few stiff drinks in him.
“What’s your name?” Harry asked the stranger, as he placed a warm hand on his hip.
“Dra-” Harry couldn’t hear the rest, as it was lost in the laughing crowd and the loud music. In Harry’s inebriated state, he couldn’t make the connection between the light-haired stranger and his former nemesis.
Draco soon became more confident in his movements, and stepped closer to Harry. Their chests were almost touching, and Draco could see the various shades of green in Harry’s eyes. Circling his waist, Draco slowly turned around so that his back was facing Harry’s front. Still dancing, he backed into Harry’s crotch, eliciting a low groan from the latter.
Harry placed a second hand on Draco’s waist, gripping the soft fabric encased flesh gently. Draco turned around again and started running his hands along Harry’s chest, going from the pectorals towards his lower abdomen. In Harry’s mind, everyone but the handsome stranger in front of him had disappeared. He was completely entranced by the beauty that was touching him.
“You’re so pretty” Harry slurred in his drunken stupor. This caused Draco to give him an impish smirk. He continued dancing, trailing his hands around his body to the beat of the music.
“You know, I don’t feel so well” Draco suddenly whispered into Harry’s ear, and without wasting another moment he rushed towards the toilets, Harry following him closely. Harry was worried about the stranger’s sudden change in demeanor, and rushed after him in case he was in need of any help. As soon as Harry opened the door to one of the bathrooms, a pale hand grabbed him by the collar whilst another locked the door with a silent click. Harry’s back was pushed against the bathroom door by the devilishly seductive man.
“How nice of you to join me here” He purred, leaning his body into Harry, one hand finding itself dangerously close to Harry’s pelvis.
“Y-yes, I followed you here to make sure you’re alright” Harry stuttered, a slight blush peppering his face.
“My hero ~ ” Draco leaned his face impossibly close to Harry, his hot breath ghosting Harry’s now dry lips. Harry felt his heart beat against his chest and even through his shyness, the drunken boldness took over, causing him to grab Draco’s head and smash their lips together. Their teeth clinked together painfully, but both were too turned on to care.
Harry’s tongue found its way into Draco’s hot cavern, tasting every corner of his mouth. Whilst Harry was taking in all of Draco’s low moans, his left hand traveled south, gripping his satin pants, desperate to get a taste of the hot flesh underneath.
“Impatient now, are we?” Draco teased, slightly grinding on Harry’s upper thigh. Harry was indeed impatient and he couldn’t wait to get more of the beautiful stranger in front of him. His lips detached from Draco’s and he moved onto his neck, sucking and biting at every inch of porcelain skin he could find. Meanwhile, his left hand moved from its place on Draco’s ass to travel up the front of his shirt. His finger started gently kneading one of Draco’s nipples. This made the latter throw his head back at the increasing pleasure.
“Unnhg~ ” Draco gasped and clamped his hands on Harry’s shoulders, as the latter’s leg pushed upwards, his upper thigh rubbing against Draco’s throbbing member. Harry’s hands moved again, this time with a common goal. Two cold lubed fingers pushed against Draco’s tight hole. Slowly it gave way and Harry started scissoring Draco open.
“Enough. Fuck me now” Draco ordered, grasping Harry’s wrist.
“Are you sure?” Harry asked, looking deep into Draco’s gleaming silver eyes.
“Yes, just start already” Draco insisted, turning around and pushing his ass into Harry's erect dicktile. Without further ado, Harry fumbled with his belt, then pulled down his pants and underwear. He squeezed some lube onto his humongous elongated phallus and slowly pushed his way into Draco’s tight heat. The force sent Draco leaning against the large bathroom mirror, in an attempt to steady himself. The cold surface of the mirror against his nipples stimulated a pleasurable shiver to rack through Draco’s body.
Harry pulled out about halfway, then began setting a thrusting pace. His hands soon grabbed Draco’s hips with enough force to turn his fingers white. Draco’s breath soon fogged up the mirror, but Harry wasn’t having it. He wiped the condensation with his palm, now able to stare into Draco’s eyes again. Draco was shocked at the intensity of Harry’s burning gaze. It turned him on even more.
“Faster ~ ” Draco moaned, his cheek resting against the chilly surface of the mirror. Harry’s hand tangled in Draco’s platinum hair, pulling it back as he thrust forward even faster. Draco didn’t expect the tug on his hair, but couldn’t bring himself to snap at Harry because he just felt too good. A sudden knock and a muffled voice interrupted their passionate coupling.
“Hey stop fucking in there like rabbits in heat ya twats. I needa shit real bad man. Imma shit on the fuggin floor if you don’t let me in!”
All the intense lust and desire of their former fornication dissipated immediately at the drunken voice on the other side of the door. Draco and Harry looked at each other slightly shocked and embarrassed. Harry pulled out and stuffed his cock back into his underwear, securing it upwards against the waistband. He looked at Draco, a small smirk forming on his face.
“Care to take this back to my place?”
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The door to Harry’s loft banged open, and two figures stumbled in, not willing to let go of the other for even a second. Somehow, they successfully arrived at Harry’s king-sized bed. Draco pushed Harry onto the bed, and seductively climbed atop of him. His milky thighs straddled Harry and he stared down with half-lidded eyes, clouded with desire. Harry ran his fingers up and down Draco’s legs, enjoying the show.
“Let me take care of you” Draco whispered, freeing Harry of his pants and underwear and allowing his excited dick to spring up. Draco steadied himself with a hand on Harry’s abdomen and lowered himself onto Harry’s pulsing rod. A soft moan escaped his lips, but Draco wasted no time and began bouncing vertically. This position allowed for an even deeper penetration, and Draco could feel Harry’s member shaping his insides. Everytime he sat down, the tip would press into Draco’s sweet spot and he would need to put more and more effort into stifling his moans.
“I want to hear you doll” Harry groaned, his hands resting on Draco’s thighs. Draco huffed in annoyance and didn’t oblige, so Harry decided to take matters into his own hands. He pushed himself up, so that they were chest to chest and grabbed Draco’s wrists, removing his hands from his mouth. With one hand he continued holding Draco’s hands, whilst the other snaked around his waist to pull him flush against him. Harry began to pound into Draco as though he were a jackhammer. Without any hands to cover his mouth, Draco couldn’t help but release the sweet moans Harry sought to hear.
“That’s more like it” Harry grinned and licked a hot stripe up Draco’s neck. He stopped at the junction of the jaw and suctioned his lips to Draco’s skin. His kisses increased in frequency as he neared his climax.
“I’m close” Draco said between ragged breaths, his hands gripping Harry’s head, desperately attempting to find balance during Harry’s strong thrusts.
“Me too” Harry breathed into Draco’s neck, his movements becoming more frantic and less precise. Soon enough, they both reached their highs simultaneously. Draco spilled his cum onto Harry’s chest whilst Harry erupted deep inside the former.
“That was amazing” Harry panted, softly pulling out of the stranger he had just wrecked.
“I sure am” Draco replied, a snide smile gracing his features. His eyelids felt heavy and sleep was closing in on the both of them. Without much thought, they lay down next to each other and promptly fell asleep.
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The bright sun dug into Harry’s eyes, as he groggily sat up. He scanned the room, attempting to remember yesterday’s events. The breath got stuck in his throat as he lay eyes on the man sleeping soundly beside him. It was Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.
“What the shit!?” Harry exclaimed in surprise and utter shock. The loud noise woke Draco from his slumber.
“What? Like I didn’t tell you my name?” Draco jeered, a glint of amusement in his eyes.
“B-but still- I didn’t know it was you” Harry stuttered out, face turning as red as a ruby. He grabbed the covers, rashly pulling them up to his chest to hide his body, like someone caught red-handed, doing something they shouldn’t. Draco scoffed, lightly raising an eyebrow.
“What are you doing? We literally shagged last night. Also, as if you knew any other Draco Malfoys” Draco laughed, falling back onto Harry’s soft bed.
“Best get to making breakfast, I have an appointment later on today. Until then I shall remain here” Draco spoke matter-of-factly, and left the bed to open Harry’s closet.
“Splendid cock by the way” Draco turned his head to smirk at Harry, his naked form creating a striking contrast to the wooden closet behind him, as the golden light of the sun struck his glorious features.
Harry was very confused but also quite a bit aroused.