Breathing Out
Draco was sitting in his usual booth, the same one he always sat in whenever his friends would manage to push him into the bar. It was a wizard one but muggles sometimes stumbled in it, for that they were not allowed to make any use of magic.
Before he would have hated having to hide in a place that was destined to his kind, now he didn't care all that much.
After all, why would he even need to use magic to get drunk with his friends ? He also didn't need any kind of help to dance, or even let off some…steam, and well he had to be honest with himself, the latter was the most regular.
Which might explain why his friends were so surprised to see him lounging on the sofa, drinking shot on shot and not even trying to engage with them.
The booth was on the balconies, offering a pretty good vision over the main floor where bodies were moving together, the lights were flashing on faces, just enough to make out a thing or two about the person you were dancing with. The music was louder down there, the heat and the smell the latter produced too.
He hadn't even planned on coming after the scene Blaise had pulled in his office earlier that day.
But the fight, not really one but it stayed the best word for what had followed Blaise’s entrance, had managed to put him on edge for the rest of the day.
So once he had gotten tired of wasting time getting distracted and rethinking his words again and again to the point he lost track of his work, Draco had accio-ed some warm robes, warned his mother he would be home late and appeared at the bar.
He didn’t bother warning any of his friends, certain they would already be at the VIP table they always reserved in advance, with more than enough to last them the night and some more, Pansy hates going to the bar to order.
So he wasn't surprised when his arrival spooked them, they were all muttering about when he had approached the table, a scowl on his face, his cold eyes hard on the back of Blaise head, he knew exactly what they were gossiping about even before being in earshot.
He knew them.
Sadly.
Draco often found it sad how much his friends hadn’t evolved in all those years, they were truly idiots. His. But still idiots non the less.
Still he smirked remembering how they had jumped at the sound of his voice.
“In Morgana’s name, Zabini, do tell me you aren’t spitting the same nonsense as this morning or I'll have you admitted to St Mungos.”
“Whaat ? Noo. Of course not, what makes you say that ?” Theodore, the less serious of them all, was cracking up behind his firewhiskey.
“I’ll act as if I believe you. Theo, get me a drink and shut it.”
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“Hi there, haven’t seen you in a minute handsome.” The hand on his shoulder sliding down his torso, barely made him jump before Draco relaxed under the somewhat familiar touch.
“William. Touchy as alway I see.” A soft giggle before the man behind him stepped between his legs.
“Humm. Looking grumpy, as usual. Can I take a seat ?”
“Do as you please, it’s your club.” The words were barely out that Draco could already feel the weight of a body lingering on his lap.
William was as accustomed to Draco as Draco was to the club. He wasn’t particular in any way, brown eyes, brown hair, average size, a slight pudge on his stomach and thighs. He had money but wasn’t a big name in the wizarding world at all, in fact he was the only one of his siblings to still live in it.
No one thought Draco would want anything to do with him, in fact they hadn’t even thought about the possibilities when Draco broke up his engagement with Greengrass and started to date William.
This arrangement didn’t last long, the both of them quickly realizing hot adventures on unplanned nights were more like them.
“Dray loveee… Oh shit, don’t mind us” Pansy was looming over them, from where Draco could see over William’s shoulders she was barely standing straight on her own and was holding onto Theo.
“We’re gonna go home. Are you okay with going back alone ?”
“Open your damn eyes Theo’...Dray is with his boytoy, he won’t be home for some time.”
“Blaise, shut your damn trap.”
William’s body was tensed on him, the boy wasn’t shy with his affection or intention for that matter, and their dynamic could let people think Draco had the power but that was it. It was just what people thought.
And Draco knew he hated being reminded by other people that he was the sub, the weak.
In fact Draco more than knew, he completely got it. Having people from the outside of a dynamic stating what they thought were facts about the positions and roles felt like an intrusion, a judgement over something more than private.
“ ‘Was just kidding, I’m sorry okay ?” He took his things swiftly before making his way to their friends, waiting for him at the top of the stairs.
As soon as he had turned Draco waved his right hand discreetly, putting up a notice me not as well as a Muffliato.
William turned his head to look in the direction his friends were standing a few minutes ago, relaxing when he realised no one was there anymore. A grin came up on his lips as he turned back to Draco.
“Breaking the rules of the club ? Right in front of the owner ? I could have you blacklisted you know.”
“Sure. But you won’t.”
A soft laugh left his lips “Cocky.”
Draco let his own lips stretch out on his face, planting his feet on the floor to lift up his hips the right amount to grind up onto the body on him. “Don’t you know it?”
“At least take me to a room, perv !” a light slap on his shoulder, as a half ass reprimand, and Draco was standing up, keeping William pressed to his chest.
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The balconies, or VIP sections as muggles called it were not only private, but also reserved for wizards or magicals creatures, magic still wasn’t really allowed but the discussions were freer and some discreet charms like notice me not were often used. Behind the wall of columns directly opposite from the stairs going down to the dance floor were stages, and even farther, rooms.
Lips trailing down his neck to go bite onto his collarbone made him push into the nearest room, closing the door loudly with his foot. It’s only then that Draco let go, letting William’s body fall on the mattress.
This room was as dark and strangely sensual as any other of the club. The sheets were black and in silk, the bed at least king size, with enough pillow to cover a third of it. William was already working on throwing them down to the floor, backing up onto the heavy mattress until his head was nearly touching the bed frame.
Draco let a devilish smirk travel his lips as he pushed back his hair with his left hand, the other falling to his belt to work it off his hips.
He always liked to do his part the muggle way. Taking his sweet time to work the shiny dragon leather through the loops of his pants and rolling the bit closer to the loop around his palm.
He liked the way his partner's eyes always stuck to the gesture, tracking the leather sliding from its original position to his hand, where the dark leather looked even more pronounced and luxurious against his pale skin.
That’s where William’s eyes were currently, so much that the man didn’t seem to notice Draco muting a spell to get them both rid of the remnants of their clothes. With the exception of his own underwear.
It’s the slight shiver trailing along the man’s body, both from the slight temperature difference and the rest of Draco magic, coursing back to his owner from the object of his desire.
“Distracted, are you Dralin’ ?” Draco was crawling on the bed, crowding in on the smaller body.
A bite of his plump, painted lips and William let his legs slip open slightly. “Simply making sure you still got it.”
“Right. Because I’m used to disappoint, perhaps ?” Draco let his free hand stop by William’s waist, pulling him down until the back of his raised thighs were flushed to his hips.
“Haven’t had to complain…yet.”
A light chuckle from deep down Draco made his way through his lips as he lowered himself to pry open the plumper ones with his own. He pulled back with a bite just as William was starting to reciprocate.
“Brat.” He let the belt still looped in his hand, making its presence known by a gentle glide to the man's sternum, stopping by his belly button. “I’m the one playing here. You are nothing more than a brand new, shining toy.”
Draco didn’t miss the shiver his words caused, or the widening of the space between the full thigh bracketing him.
“Good boy. Now, why don’t you turn around ? Let me play a bit and we’ll see if I decide to keep you.” He didn’t give him time to think, even less act. As soon as the last word left his mouth, Draco had turned him around, fit a pillow under his navel and secured his hands to the headboard with the belt.
He started by trailing bites down his neck to his shoulders, switching to kisses and pecks as he got down his back to his cheeks. Using his hands to massage them and space them up, Draco let his thumbs brush against the glistering puckering hole.
“Why are you prepped up ? Were you planning on something toning ?” When only silence answered him, Draco let one of the cheeks go, just to reach to the hair and pull William's head back. “Answer me.”
“I-uh! Wanted to be ready for you to take me.”
“Do you really expect me to buy that ? You did not know I would be coming.” William's body tensed up and Draco swore he could feel the smallest hint of heat radiating from where his palm was ready to hit.
“Security told me. When you- when you got to your table.”
“So what ? Decided you would get ready on your own, certain I would want to spend the night with you ?” Draco gave one more slap on the reddening skin.
“No-ah! No I just- wanted to be a good boy.”
“Yeah ? That’s it ?” William was trembling a bit, ass red from Draco palm, neck pulled back since earlier, his forehead was pinkish and must be sore now. “You know I like to prep you though, so what do you think your punishment should be ?”
“Punishment ?” William sounded genuinely lost, perplexed as to why the conversation was going in that direction, when he most likely thought he would be congratulated and rewarded.
Draco let go of his hair slowly, making sure his neck wouldn’t snap forward too quickly, careful not to injure him. Massaging the pair of cheeks before him one last time and turning the smaller body back.
He took a few seconds to look into the brown eyes, bypassing the dizzy look to ensure William wasn’t in any actual pain or distress, before starting the scene again.
“Yes, punishment Dralin’. For keeping tabs on me and mostly for taking away my pleasure of opening you up myself. You know I like to take my time with it, work you up until you come on my hand, and only then give you what you wish for.”
William clocked back in, taking note of Draco's soft face behind his cold eyes and demanding voice. He wasn’t actually mad, just wanted to play a bit more before giving him what he wanted. Ready to jump on any excuse to do so.
“I’m sorry, didn’t mean to Sir, just wanted to feel you. Been so long since I felt you…”
“I’ll be nice once. We’ll say my absence made you forget the rules.” William gave him a pretty smile, clearly happy to see his sweet manipulation had worked. “Hold your legs up and open for me, I’ll use my mouth but you can not come until I say so. Am I clear ?”
“Yes Draco, Sir.” He didn’t wasted any time, pulling his leg until his thighs were flushed with his torso, a soft pludge of belly appearing from the additional pressure.
Draco lowered himself, one hand resting on the mattress to hold his wait, the other pressing onto William’s navel, both to hold him in place and to add pressure to what he had planned.
He didn’t bother to start slowly, after all, the man had already gotten ready right ?
As soon as he was positioned, Draco lapped at the hole, making his tongue as flat as possible to stimulate it all, from the small part of skin below the balls, to the flickering, lubed up hole.
He went on, alternating between precise flick around the ring of muscle and licking messily, wetting the part even more than it already was.
He waited for the particular he knew would come, when William would want more but knew he wasn’t allowed to ask for it.
And only then did he force his way in.
Starting with just his tongue, adding a finger to continue on stretching him open.
William was openly moaning out now, mumbling a mix of please, more and Sir. Draco stopped then, pressing his thumb in to keep on stimulating him.
“Want more good boy ? You know what you gotta do then.”
“UH! Please, plea- shit! just fuck me already.”
“Is that how you beg ? With those ugly words ?” Draco stopped his movements. “Better fix that mouth if you don’t want me to leave.”
“No! Sir, please, please…please give me more. I’ll be so good to you.” He heaved a sigh when the finger started moving again. “I’m so ready for you Sir, will feel good for you, thigh and wet.”
Pushing back to rest on his knees, Draco finally spelled his underwear off, letting his hard cock slap his lower stomach once before he was taking it in his hand and pushing into the thigh heat of William’s.
He pushed in to the hilt, their hips flushed together before he stopped, giving both of them a second to adjust. He pressed his lips to Williams, allowing him to deepen it this time.
When he pulled back, it was to piston fast and hard, not mind the noise the bed made when it hit the wall, his only focus was on William and on how good it felt, being this close together.
Draco didn’t relent, following William’s broken pleas of more and harder and faster, nothing made sense to them but each other and the pleasure they felt, together united as one being.
“Dra-co…gonna- oh morgana, gonna cum please.”
“Go on, Darlin’, you first, always.” And he didn’t need more, coming hard against their rubbing stomach, cum shooting up to his pectoral, before his mouths opened on a silent scream when Draco bite down on his shoulder, pulling out and adding to the mess on his navel.
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