Offering
Title: Offering
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 525
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for angel_gayla, with a prompt of purple
Summary: Harry enjoys the anonymity of Muggle clubs, which makes it more surprising to find Malfoy at one such club.
As soon as Harry stepped inside the club, he could feel the music. It pulsed with a life of its own, quickening Harry's heartbeat as it beckoned him to dance. Harry gave in to the compulsion, joining the other dancers on the floor and welcoming the crush of bodies around him. Harry liked the anonymity to be found in Muggle clubs. No one recognized him, and he could lose himself in the crowd--just one of dozens of dancers.
Sometimes, Harry ended the night with another bloke. Tonight, he wasn't actively looking to pull, but if anyone caught his eye, his mind could be changed. Harry danced with several blokes, never dancing more than two songs in a row with any of them. A flash of blond from across the floor caught his eye, and Harry began to gravitate in that direction. He had always fancied blonds.
This particular bloke was wearing a shimmering purple shirt and arse-hugging black trousers. Harry's gaze became trained on that tight, gyrating arse, and his body reacted with a surge of arousal. He hoped the blond was trying to pull, because Harry was determined to bed him. Harry made halting progress toward his target until he was swaying directly behind him. Boldly, he placed his hands on the man's hips.
The bloke turned, and Harry began his perusal from the man's cock up. He liked what he saw, straining at the front of the blond's trousers. Harry's eyes traveled up, admiring a flat abdomen and slender torso, licking his lips at the sight of the sheen of sweat that glistened in the hollow of the man's throat, before raising his eyes to the bloke's face.
Harry's confident smile faltered. "Malfoy?" he blurted.
"Potter, fancy meeting you here. Who knew the hero was a pouf?"
Harry was distracted from retorting by the luminosity of Malfoy's silvery eyes, which were lined with kohl. Harry imagined Malfoy looking up at him with his plump pink lips wrapped around his cock, and he bit back a groan.
"Are you here for a one-off, Potter?" Malfoy asked, those lips lifting in a smirk.
"Are you offering?" Harry countered. His body had picked up the rhythm of the music once more, and he began to undulate to the beat. Harry wasn't touching Malfoy, but he could feel the heat radiating from Malfoy's skin, and it made him want to lick Malfoy all over.
Unbidden, Malfoy began to dance in sync with him, matching his movements to Harry's. "I might be," he said with a coy flutter of his lashes.
Sex between them would be incredible, Harry knew. Their bodies were already moving together in perfect harmony, and they weren't even touching. Still, he didn't want to seem too eager...
"When you make up your mind, let me know," Harry said. He turned away, but said over his shoulder, "If I haven't pulled someone else by then, I'll take you up on it."
Harry hadn't taken two steps before he heard Malfoy's voice behind him.
"Potter, wait."
Offering 2
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, Draco
Rating: R
Warning(s): Strong suggestion
Additional warning: Author is not responsible for underage readers. Mind the rating and warning(s).
Word count: 525
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for angel_gayla, with a prompt of purple
Summary: Harry enjoys the anonymity of Muggle clubs, which makes it more surprising to find Malfoy at one such club.
As soon as Harry stepped inside the club, he could feel the music. It pulsed with a life of its own, quickening Harry's heartbeat as it beckoned him to dance. Harry gave in to the compulsion, joining the other dancers on the floor and welcoming the crush of bodies around him. Harry liked the anonymity to be found in Muggle clubs. No one recognized him, and he could lose himself in the crowd--just one of dozens of dancers.
Sometimes, Harry ended the night with another bloke. Tonight, he wasn't actively looking to pull, but if anyone caught his eye, his mind could be changed. Harry danced with several blokes, never dancing more than two songs in a row with any of them. A flash of blond from across the floor caught his eye, and Harry began to gravitate in that direction. He had always fancied blonds.
This particular bloke was wearing a shimmering purple shirt and arse-hugging black trousers. Harry's gaze became trained on that tight, gyrating arse, and his body reacted with a surge of arousal. He hoped the blond was trying to pull, because Harry was determined to bed him. Harry made halting progress toward his target until he was swaying directly behind him. Boldly, he placed his hands on the man's hips.
The bloke turned, and Harry began his perusal from the man's cock up. He liked what he saw, straining at the front of the blond's trousers. Harry's eyes traveled up, admiring a flat abdomen and slender torso, licking his lips at the sight of the sheen of sweat that glistened in the hollow of the man's throat, before raising his eyes to the bloke's face.
Harry's confident smile faltered. "Malfoy?" he blurted.
"Potter, fancy meeting you here. Who knew the hero was a pouf?"
Harry was distracted from retorting by the luminosity of Malfoy's silvery eyes, which were lined with kohl. Harry imagined Malfoy looking up at him with his plump pink lips wrapped around his cock, and he bit back a groan.
"Are you here for a one-off, Potter?" Malfoy asked, those lips lifting in a smirk.
"Are you offering?" Harry countered. His body had picked up the rhythm of the music once more, and he began to undulate to the beat. Harry wasn't touching Malfoy, but he could feel the heat radiating from Malfoy's skin, and it made him want to lick Malfoy all over.
Unbidden, Malfoy began to dance in sync with him, matching his movements to Harry's. "I might be," he said with a coy flutter of his lashes.
Sex between them would be incredible, Harry knew. Their bodies were already moving together in perfect harmony, and they weren't even touching. Still, he didn't want to seem too eager...
"When you make up your mind, let me know," Harry said. He turned away, but said over his shoulder, "If I haven't pulled someone else by then, I'll take you up on it."
Harry hadn't taken two steps before he heard Malfoy's voice behind him.
"Potter, wait."
Offering 2