Title: Zest of Lemon
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: M for sex
Summary: Harry and Draco run into each other at a club called Raving Rascals.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to JK and the publishers and no offense is intended by this piece. Non-profit fun.
Harry sighed as he finished his firewhiskey. Ron and Hermione and convinced him to go to the club, Raving Rascals, with them. They even called up some bloke from Hermione's department to be his date. Harry thought his name was Philip or something of the sort. It had an 'f' sound about it. Philip was about Harry's height and had short, black hair, brown eyes and was very Asian. Did they go and find me a male Cho Chang? Anyway, Philip was boring and overly interested in research, so while he spoke Harry drank. And he spoke a lot.
Someone came up beside Harry at the bar and ordered a few shots. When he glanced over it was Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. Draco not-a-pointy-faced-git-anymore Malfoy. Draco I'm-good-looking-now Malfoy. Draco Harry's-had-a-crush-on-you-for-months-now Malfoy. And then Malfoy saw him and nodded and Harry simply nodded back. Because firstly, there was no way Malfoy liked him too, what with their rivalry thing, and secondly, Harry was out with Philip. Boring old Philip.
Once Harry's attempts at making the conversation more interesting failed, and his attempts at getting them on the dance floor, he turned his head and looked at Malfoy, who was gazing at the crowd of people inside. Malfoy caught him looking and he mouthed the word "help". What Malfoy would do though was beyond him. He just wanted out. Away from Philip and the theories about how Muggles produce Magical children. Malfoy just furrowed his brows though as if he did not understand just how absolutely bored Harry was. He tried to wordlessly complain and after a few head jerks and kill-me-now expressions the man laughed and walked off. Harry scowled and turned to look at Philip and hope the bloke realised how much he wanted him to shut up.
A moment later Harry found himself with a hand around his waist and a body against his chest and lips pressed to his. Lips that tasted of vodka and a body that smelled faintly of lemon. It was Malfoy. The man had insinuated himself between Harry and Philip and- Well Harry reckoned this was Malfoy's method of helping him. Before it registered to him to kiss the man back though, he was pulled to the dance floor and they were weaving through the crowd. When they stopped Harry meant to ask what the bloody hell Malfoy was doing but found that the music on the floor was loud enough to drown him out. He had to lean close to the blonde to speak. So he did.
"What was that? I asked you to help me not molest me," Harry said, even though he did not quite view it as molesting since he would have been perfectly willing.
"That was me helping," Malfoy said, his breath was warm against Harry's skin. "Care to dance?"
And dance they did. More like gyrate, but that did not matter. What mattered was Harry's growing erection and Malfoy's body against his. Then he felt it. Malfoy was hard. Harry turned around so that they were chest to chest and Malfoy pulled him by his hips and then looked at him with drunken lust as he realised Harry was just as turn on as he was. They ground against one another and soon hands were all over and then at some point in time they stumbled out the club and apparated to Harry's flat.
From that point on Harry lost track of what was happening because of how quickly everything happened. Clothes were ripped off. Lips crashed together. Bodies stumbled into a bed. Tongues warred. Nails scraped and scratched. Teeth sank into skin. Nipples were pinched, licked, sucked and bitten. Cocks were sucked and balls were fondled. Fingers were gloriously exploring. A cock swiftly made its way inside. Bodies writhed. They grunted. They groaned. They gasped. They moaned. Heat. Sweat. Lick. Kiss. Pump. Arch. Cum.
That was how Harry recalled the previous night.
And something about three sugars and no cream, he reckoned it was tea.
His head was pounding, his arse was sore and his body was littered with love bites. He stretched as bit as he came out the shower then grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. Harry made his way into the bedroom but Malfoy was gone.