diclaimer: These characters all belong to JK Rowling, master of Harry Potter ( draco : hey! ). Yes, they do. I just added the carnal twist
WARNING : This was entirely written under huge influence of the song 'Michael", by Franz Ferdinand.
Sticky Lips, Leather Hips
...This is where I'll be, so heavenly...
The room was spinning in the cloud of voluptuous smoke, and the harsh random lights threw burtst of lighting upon the dancefloor.
Draco stood, stood and watched, stood and watched and drank and smirked - he could master alcohol, he could master practically anything, but then he was dancing, dancing there in the middle, dancing as the light mirrored of his glasses and painted the beads of sweat that ran down his forehead, caressed his cheeks, down his neck, down and down and lower...
...so sexy, I'm sexy...
His blond locks clinged to his temples, and his glacier eyes were bright with lust - dance, Harry, dance - for I'm coming for you.
Dance, Harry, dance - for soon you'll be mine - at last.
Dance, Harry, dance - for I'm getting
...so close now, it's close now...
close to you, and your eyes are closed, Harry, your eyes are closed and where're the emeralds?
You're dancing like there's no tomorrow, Harry, like there's no tomorrow - and maybe for us there won't be, so
...come and dance with me...
His body reflected the whole room's desire, his head thrown back and his neck exposed, so white, so white...
He spun and he spun and he arched like a cat, hair thrashing and curling and sweating in the warmth of a thousand bodies - a thousand bodies but there was only him, only him and
his black shirt, clinging to the tight chest , so pure, so pure and so silky soft and the thin band of skin under the navel, down and down and
...you're the boy with all the leather hips...
The curves of his thighs - Draco remembered the leather, hurriedly rumpled and thrown on the back of a chair, while he lay there panting - the leather, breathing Harry, breathing Harry
The curves of his thigh and the flare of his calf as the legs widened and shone, widened and revealed patches of skin, so white, so white, exposed around
...sticky hair, sticky hips, stubble on my sticky lips...
Draco's tongue tasted of vodka and cigarette, Draco's mouth tasted of desire, so much desire - but then he was dancing, and why couldn't
Draco danced, danced, spun and spun and purred, closer again, closer still...and Harry opened
His eyes, so dark, so dark and so light an emerald, straight at Draco, through him and back again
...I'm all that you see, you wanna see...
And locked with the glaciers -
Sexual tension, but the dance must go on
Come and dance with me, come and mimick me, what you see is
What you get, what you'll get, everything is yours, I'm yours and you are mine, this is
...this is what I am, I am a man...
The dance had turned double, has split in two and come together again, as
Draco spun and lashed and purred for him, for him only
Hips touching, sweat mixing, and harsh breaths mingling as the dance ran on and on - a flurry of hands on two slim male bodies
...only one I'd ever want, only one I'd ever want...
One and only reality on the dancefloor - your eyes into mine, and your face so close -
Remember the first time you held me, you took me?
Remember desire as the whispers gave way to the gasps?
Remember me right now, as I lay before you and dance, dance, dance...
...waiting on a silver platter now...
Passion passion fission illusion passion passion fission illusion fusion
fusion
fusion
...and nothing matters now...