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Harry felt ridiculous. Standing in the middle of a muggle gay bar with Dudley, of all people, who seemed to be trying to pimp him out.
Of course, Dudley was doing it with the best intention, the entire goal of tonight was to get Harry laid, but it was strange nonetheless.
Dudley was the only one who knew Harry was gay, in a strange turn of events Harry and Dudley were getting closer. Trying to overcome and move past all the abuse they both suffered as children.
Harry remembered Dudley approaching him like it was yesterday. It happened soon after the war ended. Dudley had sent Harry a letter, asking to have coffee at a local shop. Harry had agreed, unsure what he might want.
Dudley sat at a table alone nervously tapping his foot, when he saw Harry walking into the cafe. He awkwardly stood to greet him with a hug.
“Hey mate,” Harry said, patting the back of his much larger cousin.
Harry had been so skinny then, having not eaten well for months while on the road with Hermione and Ron.
“Hey,” Dudley said sitting down, “I’ll jump right into it, I guess. My parents complained about the mental damage from being relocated during the war, and so the ministry gave me some money for therapy.”
“That’s great,” Harry didn’t know what that had to do with him, no one that was actually in the war got any compensation for the things they had seen or been through, but of course they would give the the Dursley’s special treatment.
“Well, I don’t think I deserve it,” Dudley continued quickly, obviously picking up on Harry’s mood, “but while I was in protection, I got pretty chummy with the one guard, his name was Fergus,” he looked to Harry like he might know him but he didn’t. “Well anyways, Fergus got me set up with a squib, is that the right term? One who’s a therapist. And I thought…” he took a deep breath, “I thought we could do some sort of family counselling thing.”
“You want me to do family counselling with your parents?”
“What? No! No!” Dudley rubbed the back of his head, “I just thought it was messed up, like, we should have been raised like brothers but obviously we weren’t, and I wanted to fix that. Lots of siblings don’t get along until they're out of an abusive home, or so I’m told, and I figured… maybe we could give it a go.”
And so they did. They went once a week for 12 weeks. And it actually really helped. Harry was seeing Dudley for who he was, Dudley was working through his taught prejudices and it was going great.
During one of the sessions Harry had blown up and confessed he was gay, and Dudley accepted him full heartily. He was the only one Harry had ever come out to.
Which is why Harry was now sitting at a sketchy gay bar, being a sad drunk while Dudley was on the dance floor with his girlfriend.
Harry was lonely, it felt strange being in a room filled with people in various stages of undress trying to have a one night stand. He was 18, for Merlin sake, he should be happy to randomly sleep with anyone. He had multiple shots of whatever it was that Dudley ordered him and instead of making him feel better it just made him feel lonelier. Realizing he would probably never find a wizard and just have sex with random muggles who would never know who he truly was. Never knew what he had been through, what he had done.
But that’s when he saw him. Dancing, hair messed up so he didn’t even look like him, practically having sex with someone right in the middle of the dance floor.
Draco Malfoy.
How many times had Harry fallen asleep thinking about those eyes? Those slender fingers? Those pink lips? It was surely a drunken fantasy, but the closer Harry looked, the more he realized it was really Draco Malfoy, grinding up on men, in a gay bar, in the middle of muggle London.
Harry watched him, mesmerized by the way he moved, by the fact that a man had his hands on Draco's ass and they were grinding away. Draco was sweating, Harry could see that his shirt was soaking through from here. Harry felt his mouth go dry.
Was this luck? Or a terrible nightmare.
He unabashedly stared at him, for what must have been 30 minutes. Watching him move from partner to partner, apparently no one was meeting his standard, which Harry could easily believe.
Harry saw him go to an empty seat at a tall table, out of breath and looking delectable. He had somehow not noticed Harry yet, which was relieving, he could run right now if he wanted to.
But Harry was never really known for running away from Draco.
Harry flagged over the bartender, "Can I have your most expensive drink? And two lemon drop shots?” The bartender obliged and Harry threw him a bill much larger than the total before walking over to the table Draco occupied.
He walked up behind him and put a shot and the cocktail in front of him. His stomach knotted with nerves, his heart pounding with adrenaline.
The smile that Draco gave him for a split second made Harry's heart skip in his chest. But the look quickly turned into a look of pure terror. He looked all around Harry, perhaps looking for any other wizard, Ron or Hermione most likely.
Harry kept staring at his eyes and slowly sat opposite him, raising his own sugar rimmed shot glass to Draco in a toast.
He held it there for a moment while Draco decided what to do. Draco slowly held up his own glass and hit Harry’s gently.
Harry kept eye contact while he licked the sugar off the rim, watching Draco watch his tongue before he took the shot of Vodka followed by sucking on the lemon.
He watched Draco do the same. His tongue was long and slender and it made Harry hard thinking about the places he had always wanted that tongue to go.
Harry held out the lemon for Draco and instead of taking it, he leaned forward and sucked on it while Harry held it.
Draco's cheeks were flushed, and Harry’s mind went blank as he saw his cheeks hollowed out while he sucked it.
“You alone?” Draco asked, yelling over the loud music. Taking a sip of the cocktail and giving it an approving nod. Draco always had expensive taste.
“My Muggle cousin. Wouldn’t know who you are though,” Harry nodded towards Dudley and his girlfriend.
Draco looked unconvinced at first but he took another sip of the drink.
“Get me more of those shots,” Draco commanded. Harry tried his best not to trip over his own feet when he dashed to the bar, the bartender was right there, probably because Harry had just given him a £60 tip.
“Can I get 6 more of those shots?” They we’re on a tray before Harry knew it, and Harry handed him another bill. When he turned around, Draco wasn’t there and Harry’s heart sank a bit, worried he had been duped but then he saw a hand waving, deep in the back of the room was a couch in the dark with Draco sitting at it.
Harry walked over with the tray of shots and smiled when he sat down next to Draco, turned towards him so their knees were touching. Draco and Harry took a shot at the same time, both staring at each other.
Draco still seemed to be feeling him out, making sure this wasn’t a gag or something ill spirited.
“What are you doing here?” Harry asked just to break the tension, realizing it was a stupid fucking question.
“It’s a gay bar Potter, what the fuck do you think I’m doing here.”
Merlin, he forgot how much Draco irritated him, “Fuck, Malfoy, you don’t have to be such a dick.”
“Oh, you think you could buy me a few drinks and everything would be hunky dory?”
“Well, no,” he said, although he had in fact thought that.
“Merlin, you're thick.”
“Fuck you, you prick,” Harry started to get up but Draco stopped him.
“You think you can just leave?” Draco said, “how do I know you won’t tell anyone?”
Harry saw the horrified panic in Draco's eyes, they reminded him of the look he had given Harry in the Room of Requirement. His heart sank a bit as he tried to reassure him, “You think I want everyone knowing I was here too?”
With that reassurance Draco pulled Harry back down onto the couch, lifted a leg over Harry so he straddled him.
“I swear, I will kill you if this ends up in the tabloids,” Harry just nodded, already half hard, unable to say a single word with how dry his throat got. What was wrong with him? Draco was on his lap uttering death threats and all he could see were those grey sky eyes lit with fire and passion and wondering if they looked that way while he was buried deep inside of him too.
Draco grabbed another shot for himself, placed the lemon rind first into Harry’s mouth gently, he looked into Harry’s eyes as he licked the rim, he took the shot before leaning down to suck the lemon in Harry’s mouth. Harry felt their lips brush slightly as he pulled back, lemon now in Draco's mouth. Harry felt his cock twitch and Draco pressed into it moaning.
“Do you want a shot?” Draco asked him and Harry nodded, he would do anything to feel those lips fully.
Draco put the lemon in his own mouth this time, held the shot glass against Harry’s lips as he licked it and poured it into his mouth.
When he leaned into Harry’s mouth Harry grabbed the back of his head, so he couldn’t pull back. Harry grabbed the lemon with his teeth and dropped it before going back to Draco's mouth. Draco tasted amazing, like vodka and lemons. Harry wasted no time exploring Draco's mouth, trying to reach every inch of surface he could.
Draco felt amazing, grinding up against him with the rhythm of the music. Harry moved his hands to Draco's back, reaching up under the hem of his shirt to feel more of him. Draco moaned as he grabbed the back of Harry’s arms pulling himself in further.
His skin felt hot to the touch, and their magic snapped at each other in such a way that made Harry think he might explode right there in the club.
Suddenly Draco stopped, and Harry groaned at the loss.
Draco stood up and grabbed Harry’s hand. He reached for the last two shots, gave one to Harry, who downed it, no lemon or sugar, and Draco repeated it with his own.
Draco pulled Harry along, out of the club. Harry didn’t know where they were going, he didn’t even care that he left Dudley without telling him he was leaving. All he could think about was Draco's hand in his leading him to the door.
When they left the building all of the sound of the music seemed to disappear, and the darkness of the streets seemed to cloak them in a stillness that made Harry feel like they were living in a fantasy.
Here was Draco, the enemy, the man who had haunted his dream for as long as he could remember, dragging him somewhere more private than a dark couch in a club.
Draco was on a mission. He obviously knew where they were going, which made Harry think Draco had probably done this before. The thought that Draco was shagging muggles made Harry smirk. Half of a block away he pulled Harry into an alleyway and behind a large dumpster.
Draco didn’t seem to care about the smell as he pushed Harry hard against the brick wall. Harry stopped caring where they were when he felt Draco's lips come crashing down on him again.
It was fast and desperate. Draco's mouth was probing and seemed to be attacking Harry, which he liked because it felt like not much had changed. Draco and him were still fighting over something.
Draco undid Harry's pants and was on his knees before Harry even realized what was happening.
He was memorized watching Draco sucked him off. It was the first time anyone had ever done something like this for Harry. His knees bucked and he held on to the wall behind him to hold himself up. His breath was laboured as Draco’s head bobbed back and forth.
It didn’t take long, Draco seemed to know exactly what he was doing and Harry didn’t even get a chance to let him know he was about to cum. It felt like a desperately rushed explosion as a strangled groan escaped his lips.
Draco was a swallower and watching him swallow was something Harry would never forget.
Draco stood up, brushing off his pants.
Harry pulled him in for another kiss, tasting himself on Draco which Harry didn’t think would be sexy but it almost brought his cock back to life.
He spun them around and pushed Draco against the same wall. Undoing his pants and pulling Draco's cock as he knelt before him.
It was beautiful.
Draco’s cock was hard and silky smooth with a blue vein that stuck out on the top. Harry could have looked at it forever, but the desire to taste and gag on it was stronger. He wanted to watch Draco cum so badly, needed to see if his face was the same as he imagined.
When he popped his cock into his mouth Draco grabbed his hair, pulling it slightly.
Harry moved his head in a way he thought he might gag and Draco's moaned loudly.
Sucking Draco off was an experience. It felt so good to finally have someone to do this with. Someone who turned him on, with toned arms, broad chest, an incredibly sexy man with grey sky eyes. Someone who knew him, and knew him well.
It didn’t take Draco long before he came into Harry's mouth. Harry didn’t even care, he watched his face, memorizing it for later. He swallowed just like Draco did and watched as Draco shudder.
When he stood up Draco was out of breath putting himself away.
“Well, that was fun.” Draco said, “I’ll see you around, Potter.” And he walked away leaving Harry in a dark alley in muggle London with his cock still out.