Draco's Secret
Title: Draco’s Secret
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt: Draco and Harry dirty dancing and grinding
Word Count: 1480
Summary: Draco suffers the aftermath of hiring a rent boy
Warnings: (at your discretion) Mild language, sexual themes
Notes: Birthday gift!fic for gurliemoviegeek x
Draco had always insisted that he preferred exclusive bars to nightclubs because the atmosphere was nicer, they didn’t suddenly receive any stinging cigarette burns on their arms and they could have a conversation without having to shout over loud music. The toilet floors weren’t covered in piss, they didn’t have any gormless idiots trying to chat them up every five seconds and they didn’t have to wait half an hour to buy a drink. He relayed all of this and more whenever Harry asked him if he felt like going to one and Harry just shrugged, not fussed at all where he was going as long as he was with Draco and so, in all the years they had been together, they had never been to a club. But tonight was different. Tonight was Harry’s night and Harry had already let him know where they were going later on. Draco cursed himself for the predicament he was left in. Begging Harry to dress up like a rent boy last Friday and wait in the well-known spot, while he watched from a safe distance for a while before he dragged him home and fucked the living daylights out of him didn’t seem like such a good idea now. Well, it did but the promise he’d made beforehand that yes of course Harry could have his own night where they did anything he wanted didn’t. And now he was stuck with a night of… dancing.
Draco Malfoy couldn’t dance. He didn’t admit this to anyone, he didn’t even like thinking about it to himself but it was the truth. He could just about manage a sort of shuffle-along side-step whenever the occasion occurred during a slow dance but anything faster than that Draco always avoided. The music in the club Pansy had taken him to one night absolutely horrified him. And when Pansy grabbed his wrist and dragged him over to the raised area where people looked like they were literally born to dance, he felt his heart plummet into the depths of his stomach. Pansy started to get into the swing of things pretty quickly and Draco was left standing next to her, sort of hopping from one foot to the other, casting dirty looks to whoever was unfortunate enough to catch his eye. The music was just a loud, thumping mess - how was he supposed to obtain any sense of rhythm from it so he could at least sway to the beat? Not that anyone else was having trouble. Some of them were waving their arms wildly, so Draco tried that… and immediately dropped them after a couple of seconds, feeling extremely self-conscious. After shouting an excuse to Pansy over the loud music, Draco left and had never set foot, or planned to set foot in a club ever again. Until tonight.
“Relax,” Harry shouted, but Draco couldn’t. He was trapped in a sea of confident dancers and he was very publicly going to drown by the end of the night.
“Shall we just get this over with?” Draco shouted, pulling Harry over to the dance floor. Harry broke from his grip and motioned for him to follow him to the bar. Draco was perfectly fine with this - it brought him another five minutes, ten if he persuaded Harry to do shots too. They jostled their way to somewhat near the bar when Harry turned to Draco.
“Draco… I can’t dance,” Harry admitted.
Draco took a deep breath and then exhaled, his trademark smirk plastered over his face. “Well well, isn’t that a surprise?”
Harry scowled but continued nonetheless. “I just thought that if I suggested that we went to a club then you’d help me relax and I’d end up overcoming my fear of dancing in public.”
“Then you’re a moron,” Draco said matter-of-factly. “And what makes you think I could teach you to dance anyway? Some people are beyond help.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “When you went to go and dance I diverted you because I figured that it would make this much easier if we drunk our body weight in alcohol first.”
“Yes, well…” said Draco, thinking about Harry’s logic and liking it. “I suppose that is something that’ll help you relax, though you’ll probably end up just falling all over the place knowing your level of tolerance.”
“Oh for fucks sake Draco, for a person who always claims to be ‘two steps ahead of everyone else’ you are incredibly thick sometimes!” Draco was speechless at Harry’s sudden outburst which was just as well because Harry continued. “I said all that to make you feel better!”
“So… you can dance?”
“Of course I can! You however, can’t.”
“Yes I can!” Draco retorted angrily, though not with enough conviction in his voice to coat it with real meaning.
“I’ve seen your attempts!” Draco opened his mouth to speak, with a horrified look on his face, but Harry interrupted. “ - When you thought I’d gone out one day. You stepped out of the shower - you gave yet another terrific performance in there, by the way -” Draco grinned at this, despite Harry and his damn invisibility cloak making him look like a complete and utter fool once more. “ - And then you started to dance in front of the mirror. I do believe you were attempting to do the robot at one point, though if you ask me, you needed a hell of a lot more rewiring.”
Draco was actually shaking with rage. He didn’t like it when Potter turned nasty like this - these insults he was throwing at him were straight from Draco’s book and Draco didn’t like being on the receiving end of these barbs at all. “Yes, well…” he said and then trailed off into silence. They reached the bar shortly after that and Harry turned to Draco.
“So are we going to drink our body weight in alcohol?”
It was enough of a reconciliation for Draco to agree.
The music actually started to make sense now and Draco barged his way through the amateurs, dragging Harry behind him, who, unbeknownst to an extremely intoxicated Draco, was apologising to everyone with a ‘what-can-you-do? He’s-completely-wasted’ shrug. When Draco had decided on a spot, he turned around and snaked his arms around Harry’s neck, looking intensely into his eyes.
Draco’s lips advanced towards Harry’s right ear, tongue flicking against the lobe teasingly before he loudly declared, “I feel horny.” And with the declaration done he pulled Harry into him and began thrusting into his crotch and when Harry responded he tightened the grip around his neck and quickened the pace before he spun him around and pulled him into a backwards hug around his waist, thrusting even harder into Harry’s arse, the denim delaying the actual fucking only getting him more turned on. His lips advanced to the nape of Harry’s neck and he kissed and tongued the spot tenderly for a moment before he sank his teeth into skin delicately and was rewarded by the vibrations of a low moan executed by Harry that he felt rumble against his chest. Harry pressed his arse even harder against Draco’s crotch and it was enough of an indication for Draco to sink his teeth in just that little bit deeper, one hand under Harry’s shirt and running across his chest and the other massaging his cock through his jeans. They were situated right next to a booming speaker that was almost deafening but the pair hardly noticed whilst they were in their element. Writhing, grinding and gathering a plentiful amount of attention from people near them, they swapped positions and remained only in each other until, quite forgetting where they were, Draco removed his hand from under Harry’s shirt and grabbed a fistful of his hair and used it to yank his head back, still stroking Harry’s cock through his jeans with the other and humping his arse furiously. Harry shook free, the alcohol coursing through his veins blocking out the pain of hairs being ripped from his scalp as he did so and turned around so he was facing Draco again. He had a look of mock vengeance in his eyes; the same look he had when Draco had promised him he wouldn’t come on his face, only to pull out of his mouth and adorn him in a hot mask minutes later.
“PLAY NICE!” Harry shouted and then winced at the intense loudness of the speaker next to them, as if he’d just noticed it for the first time.
“SHALL WE GO TO THE BAR?” Draco shouted back.
“ME TOO!”
“I SAID, SHALL WE GO TO THE BAR FOR ANOTHER DRINK?”
“I DON’T KNOW, HANG ON.” Harry broke from Draco’s grip and caught the attention of a guy walking past. They entered into shouted exchange for a moment before Harry stumbled back over to Draco and wrapped his arm around his neck, pulling him into a hug and pressed his lips against his ear. “QUARTER PAST THREE!”
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt: Draco and Harry dirty dancing and grinding
Word Count: 1480
Summary: Draco suffers the aftermath of hiring a rent boy
Warnings: (at your discretion) Mild language, sexual themes
Notes: Birthday gift!fic for gurliemoviegeek x
Draco had always insisted that he preferred exclusive bars to nightclubs because the atmosphere was nicer, they didn’t suddenly receive any stinging cigarette burns on their arms and they could have a conversation without having to shout over loud music. The toilet floors weren’t covered in piss, they didn’t have any gormless idiots trying to chat them up every five seconds and they didn’t have to wait half an hour to buy a drink. He relayed all of this and more whenever Harry asked him if he felt like going to one and Harry just shrugged, not fussed at all where he was going as long as he was with Draco and so, in all the years they had been together, they had never been to a club. But tonight was different. Tonight was Harry’s night and Harry had already let him know where they were going later on. Draco cursed himself for the predicament he was left in. Begging Harry to dress up like a rent boy last Friday and wait in the well-known spot, while he watched from a safe distance for a while before he dragged him home and fucked the living daylights out of him didn’t seem like such a good idea now. Well, it did but the promise he’d made beforehand that yes of course Harry could have his own night where they did anything he wanted didn’t. And now he was stuck with a night of… dancing.
Draco Malfoy couldn’t dance. He didn’t admit this to anyone, he didn’t even like thinking about it to himself but it was the truth. He could just about manage a sort of shuffle-along side-step whenever the occasion occurred during a slow dance but anything faster than that Draco always avoided. The music in the club Pansy had taken him to one night absolutely horrified him. And when Pansy grabbed his wrist and dragged him over to the raised area where people looked like they were literally born to dance, he felt his heart plummet into the depths of his stomach. Pansy started to get into the swing of things pretty quickly and Draco was left standing next to her, sort of hopping from one foot to the other, casting dirty looks to whoever was unfortunate enough to catch his eye. The music was just a loud, thumping mess - how was he supposed to obtain any sense of rhythm from it so he could at least sway to the beat? Not that anyone else was having trouble. Some of them were waving their arms wildly, so Draco tried that… and immediately dropped them after a couple of seconds, feeling extremely self-conscious. After shouting an excuse to Pansy over the loud music, Draco left and had never set foot, or planned to set foot in a club ever again. Until tonight.
“Relax,” Harry shouted, but Draco couldn’t. He was trapped in a sea of confident dancers and he was very publicly going to drown by the end of the night.
“Shall we just get this over with?” Draco shouted, pulling Harry over to the dance floor. Harry broke from his grip and motioned for him to follow him to the bar. Draco was perfectly fine with this - it brought him another five minutes, ten if he persuaded Harry to do shots too. They jostled their way to somewhat near the bar when Harry turned to Draco.
“Draco… I can’t dance,” Harry admitted.
Draco took a deep breath and then exhaled, his trademark smirk plastered over his face. “Well well, isn’t that a surprise?”
Harry scowled but continued nonetheless. “I just thought that if I suggested that we went to a club then you’d help me relax and I’d end up overcoming my fear of dancing in public.”
“Then you’re a moron,” Draco said matter-of-factly. “And what makes you think I could teach you to dance anyway? Some people are beyond help.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “When you went to go and dance I diverted you because I figured that it would make this much easier if we drunk our body weight in alcohol first.”
“Yes, well…” said Draco, thinking about Harry’s logic and liking it. “I suppose that is something that’ll help you relax, though you’ll probably end up just falling all over the place knowing your level of tolerance.”
“Oh for fucks sake Draco, for a person who always claims to be ‘two steps ahead of everyone else’ you are incredibly thick sometimes!” Draco was speechless at Harry’s sudden outburst which was just as well because Harry continued. “I said all that to make you feel better!”
“So… you can dance?”
“Of course I can! You however, can’t.”
“Yes I can!” Draco retorted angrily, though not with enough conviction in his voice to coat it with real meaning.
“I’ve seen your attempts!” Draco opened his mouth to speak, with a horrified look on his face, but Harry interrupted. “ - When you thought I’d gone out one day. You stepped out of the shower - you gave yet another terrific performance in there, by the way -” Draco grinned at this, despite Harry and his damn invisibility cloak making him look like a complete and utter fool once more. “ - And then you started to dance in front of the mirror. I do believe you were attempting to do the robot at one point, though if you ask me, you needed a hell of a lot more rewiring.”
Draco was actually shaking with rage. He didn’t like it when Potter turned nasty like this - these insults he was throwing at him were straight from Draco’s book and Draco didn’t like being on the receiving end of these barbs at all. “Yes, well…” he said and then trailed off into silence. They reached the bar shortly after that and Harry turned to Draco.
“So are we going to drink our body weight in alcohol?”
It was enough of a reconciliation for Draco to agree.
The music actually started to make sense now and Draco barged his way through the amateurs, dragging Harry behind him, who, unbeknownst to an extremely intoxicated Draco, was apologising to everyone with a ‘what-can-you-do? He’s-completely-wasted’ shrug. When Draco had decided on a spot, he turned around and snaked his arms around Harry’s neck, looking intensely into his eyes.
Draco’s lips advanced towards Harry’s right ear, tongue flicking against the lobe teasingly before he loudly declared, “I feel horny.” And with the declaration done he pulled Harry into him and began thrusting into his crotch and when Harry responded he tightened the grip around his neck and quickened the pace before he spun him around and pulled him into a backwards hug around his waist, thrusting even harder into Harry’s arse, the denim delaying the actual fucking only getting him more turned on. His lips advanced to the nape of Harry’s neck and he kissed and tongued the spot tenderly for a moment before he sank his teeth into skin delicately and was rewarded by the vibrations of a low moan executed by Harry that he felt rumble against his chest. Harry pressed his arse even harder against Draco’s crotch and it was enough of an indication for Draco to sink his teeth in just that little bit deeper, one hand under Harry’s shirt and running across his chest and the other massaging his cock through his jeans. They were situated right next to a booming speaker that was almost deafening but the pair hardly noticed whilst they were in their element. Writhing, grinding and gathering a plentiful amount of attention from people near them, they swapped positions and remained only in each other until, quite forgetting where they were, Draco removed his hand from under Harry’s shirt and grabbed a fistful of his hair and used it to yank his head back, still stroking Harry’s cock through his jeans with the other and humping his arse furiously. Harry shook free, the alcohol coursing through his veins blocking out the pain of hairs being ripped from his scalp as he did so and turned around so he was facing Draco again. He had a look of mock vengeance in his eyes; the same look he had when Draco had promised him he wouldn’t come on his face, only to pull out of his mouth and adorn him in a hot mask minutes later.
“PLAY NICE!” Harry shouted and then winced at the intense loudness of the speaker next to them, as if he’d just noticed it for the first time.
“SHALL WE GO TO THE BAR?” Draco shouted back.
“ME TOO!”
“I SAID, SHALL WE GO TO THE BAR FOR ANOTHER DRINK?”
“I DON’T KNOW, HANG ON.” Harry broke from Draco’s grip and caught the attention of a guy walking past. They entered into shouted exchange for a moment before Harry stumbled back over to Draco and wrapped his arm around his neck, pulling him into a hug and pressed his lips against his ear. “QUARTER PAST THREE!”