Author's Note: This filthy little piece just came to me and I had to write it before it disappeared from my wee little brain. It was written fast and has not been beta-ed.
Warnings: It's rated M for a reason people, filthy words and sex. Dirty (probably horribly written) sex. Ha!
Disclaimer: I don't own any recognizable characters. They obviously belong to the lovely JKR. No money is being made off this silly little work of filthy fiction.
The music inside the club was so loud Harry could feel it vibrating through his veins. He could literally feel the beads of sweat on his skin dance to the beat of whatever song was blasting through the speakers. He pushed a hand through his sweat drenched hair adding to the just fucked look he was sporting. His dark jeans hung low on his hips and his green v-necked top was just short enough to reveal the smallest bit of skin. He looked around at the mass of bodies dancing, writhing, fucking on the dance floor and a grin spread across his face. He tossed back the rest of his whiskey drink, set the glass on the bar and pushed his way into the crowd, touching and moving his body with and against each person he came in contact with. He pressed himself against some unsuspecting bloke and began dancing with him. The man bent forward just enough to push his arse against Harry's crotch. Harry groaned and placed his hands on the man's hips pulling him closer, rubbing his half hard cock against the man's arse to the thumping of the sound waves coursing through the air. He was practically fucking through his jeans. He ran his hands up the man's back pressing him over so far he grabbed his legs to keep from falling over. As if Harry would let that happen, he was having way too much fun humping this supple little arse. Of course he would never actually fuck this person. He may play around not unlike he was currently but it was simply a rouse. A game he played with his boyfriend. They decided it was more than a little arousing to watch their significant dance with another man.
Some minutes, hours, days, or who the fuck knew later Harry caught a glimpse of unmistakable Malfoy blonde hair. Harry growled and shoved the man aside and started to prowl the crowd like a lion stalking its prey. His emerald eyes roved over heads of people, searching, wanting, needing. He pushed through the thick mass of sweaty bodies. The delicious heat of the room had everyone's skin slick. He glided his hands over the bodies as he made his way through the writhing mess of people. He could feel his jeans becoming uncomfortably tight. He was so beyond aroused he was almost feral. He saw a flash of unearthly blonde and whipped his head to the left trying to hone in on the blonde but Draco was quick and Harry lost sight of him just as fast as he'd appeared. He moved in the direction he saw his prey, moving slowly, searching more thoroughly. His eyes become half lidded, dark and hungry.
Every time he spotted the man he hunted his cock twitched excitedly. He needed to have Draco. Needed him to scream Harry's name. He'd circled the room at least three times and still had only seen Draco's head a handful of times. He needed to change tactics. He stopped in a dark corner, propped himself against the wall, folded his arms across his chest and let his eyes search from outside the moving bodies. He watched the people on the dance floor, all in different states of undress getting busy. He watched the people at the bar sling back drink after drink. He watched a girl on a nearby table get licked to orgasm by her girlfriend. He watched three blokes form a train using their pricks as connecting rods. Harry thought the guy in the middle was having the best go of it getting it from behind and having his own dick in the arse of the guy in front. It seemed that everyone was getting off except Harry. He was almost tempted to pull his cock out and wank right there in the corner. He was so fucking horny it hurt. He could feel his precum wetting his undergarments. He needed to get off and soon.
Just as Harry contemplated, again, wanking in the corner he saw a blur of platinum. This time Harry's eyes carefully followed the blonde through the crowd until he stopped moving. Harry smirked, he pushed off the wall to move in for the kill but just as soon as Harry emerged from the dark everything stopped, or so it seemed. Draco had spotted Harry and their gazes were locked. Both sets of eyes heavy with feral desire. Harry growled low in his throat and made for his prey. He pushed aside bodies like they were nothing, the only thing that mattered was getting to Draco. The only person he was focusing on was Draco. And truth be told the only person Harry could actually see through his burning desire was Draco.
Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. Harry's legs couldn't carry him fast enough across the dance floor. He pushed on for what felt like hours and Draco just stood in that same spot watching, waiting. Harry could see Draco's arousal tenting in his trousers. He could see his muscle definition through the sweat drenched shirt clinging to Draco's perfect body. The strobe lights danced off the glistening sheen covering his perfectly pale skin. The closer Harry got the faster his breathing became. He could see Draco's floppy hair looking perfectly fucked. He could see the desire boiling over in those grey pools of sex that stared back at him. He could see the pink of those luscious lips and the smattering of overheated red on Draco's cheeks. Harry could smell Draco. He was so close now. So close.
Draco took one step forward and his lips met Harry's. They descended on each other like vultures. Their teeth clacked together as they devoured one another. Harry's hands found Draco's hips and pulled him flush against him. Draco's hands were under Harry's shirt dancing across his skin making Harry shiver in a way only Draco could make him. Harry moaned into Draco's mouth as long slender fingers teased the skin under the waistband of his jeans. Draco smirked as he broke away from Harry's lips and dropped to his knees. He looked up at Harry through his lashes and made quick work of freeing Harry's throbbing member. Harry hissed as a warm wetness engulfed his prick. He placed his hands on Draco's shoulders and watched his length disappear into Draco's mouth and reappear a moment later. Over and over like a magic trick his prick played peek-a-boo with him. Draco was like a fucking magician with his mouth; his tongue swirling around the swollen head of Harry's cock. Harry bucked his hips involuntarily when Draco practically swallowed him whole. He didn't want this to end, he just wanted to watch Draco's gorgeous lips pucker around his dick forever but he didn't spend half the night chasing Draco around the club for a mind blowing cock sucking. He pulled out of Draco's pretty little mouth with a pop and pulled the blonde to his feet. He kissed Draco hard, shoving his tongue between bruised lips and into the blonde's mouth. His hands undid Draco's trousers and let them and his silken boxers fall unceremoniously to the dirty floor. Harry purred at the sight before him. A sweaty, fully erect Draco Malfoy in the middle of a dance floor. Draco quirked an eyebrow up at Harry who then spun Draco around pulling the two of them together. Skin on skin. Harry tangled a hand in the soft, floppy, sweat soaked blonde locks and pulled back to reveal Draco's pale neck which he attacked with his lips. He sucked and licked and marked his territory.
Draco moaned in the blissful state he was currently lost in. He push back against Harry's hard length in desperate need. He whimpered as he felt Harry's fingers enter him and finger fuck his hole, preparing him. His own prick was leaking precum and he could feel it dripping on his legs. Fuck did he need release. He needed it so bad. His mouth fell open and he bucked back against Harry's fingers as his prostrate was grazed. He felt Harry's smirk against his neck and a moment later Harry's fingers were replaced with his cock. Harry let go of Draco's hair and wrapped that hand around Draco's leaking prick, stroking it in time with his own thrusts into Draco's tight hole. Draco was not ashamed of the noises he was making as fucked him in the middle of a packed night club. He was sure he would have bruises on his side where Harry was holding him so tightly. He didn't care. All he cared about was the man pounding into him so fast and so hard. Draco was dizzy with ecstasy and he was sure Harry felt the same if the noises coming from the raven haired man were anything to go by.
Harry leaned his head on Draco's shoulder and told him he was going to come. Told him that he was going to come so hard in his perfect little arse that Draco wouldn't be able to walk for a week. Draco shuddered, he loved when Harry talked to him like a dirty whore. The sweet feeling of euphoria started building in his belly, his toes curled and with one, two, three more strokes from Harry, Draco was coming all over Harry's hand and the floor screaming Harry's name. Harry's grip on Draco's side tightened as he fucked the blonde into oblivion through his orgasm before spilling his own seed deep inside Draco and true to his word he came so hard his knees became wobbly and he barely was able to hold himself up through the sweet feeling of pure excellence coursing through him.
Harry pulled out of Draco, tucked himself back inside his pants before plucking his shirt from the floor and sliding the nasty green top back on. He noticed Draco, clothes back on, grimacing at him. Harry simply smiled and took the blonde's hand in his own leading him towards the doors leading to the outside world.
"Potter, you're incredibly disgusting." Draco informed Harry once the doors to the club were closed behind them. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Really? If I'm not mistaken you quite enjoyed yourself back there." He led them around a corner towards the nearest alley to safely apparate home.
Draco snorted. "Not the sex you lunatic, that was bloody fantastic! I'm talking about you wearing that shirt after it was on that sex covered floor."
Harry stopped just inside the alley grinning from ear to ear. "So, let me get this straight. You have no issues what so ever that I just fucked you in front of a few hundred people in a dirty night club but you are completely revolted by me wearing this shirt because it was on the floor of the same club we fucked in?" Draco nodded.
"Exactly, I'm glad you're not a complete dunderhead. " He tugged at Harry's hand and continued into the alley. "Now can we go home? I want a shower and to curl up with my boyfriend in bed."
Harry pulled Draco to his chest. "Yes dear." He kissed him sweetly and with a quiet pop they were gone.