Pairing: Harry/Draco (Harry's identity is revealed at the end)
Warnings: established relationship, light D/s (as play), PWP
Word Count: 506
Summary: Draco is dragged to a corner of a nightclub by a sexy leather-clothed man.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling, various publishers, including but not limited to Bloomsbury Publishing Plc. and Scholastic Inc., and Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. This story is a work of fiction. Names, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
A/N: Originally written in response to lordes's prompt in this this entry. She also kindly beta'd it. Thank you, sweetie!
Prompts: dominant Harry, Harry taller than Draco, leather gloves, cornered Draco, nightclub, smut
He didn't complain as he was dragged from the dance floor and into the darker, quieter room. The feel of leather on the other man's hands had been a real turn on, actually.
"Strip", the other man ordered him in a firm, masculine voice. Draco couldn't help but comply, quickly taking all of his clothes off.
He stood in the corner, biting his lip as he eyed the other. The other man was just a few inches taller than Draco and wore a whole leather outfit. Gloves, hood and a tunic barely covering his thighs. The mask only left his eyes - of a wild green - and his mouth uncovered.
"Good", the stranger said, opening the lower front of his tunic and freeing his cock. He was already dripping.
Draco moaned softly, his cock stirring at the sight.
Draco obeyed immediately , turning to face the wall and spreading his legs eagerly. He felt leather on his back as the other man pressed against him.
"Yes, spread your legs for me", the gloved hands caressed his back, "like this", the hands travelled down to his bottom, squeezing his buttocks softly.
"Please", Draco moaned.
"Please what?", the stranger nudged his entrance teasingly. Draco whimpered. "What is it that you want?"
"I want you. Inside. Fuck me. Please."
The other man stopped the caresses now and wrapped one of his arms around Draco's waist. The other hand remained on his hip.
"Are you prepared?"
Draco gasped as the taller man entered him in one quick thrust. It didn't hurt, not really. He actually quite liked the burning.
"Yes", the other man hissed, pulling back just a little and then thrusting again. "Still so tight", he moved his hand down, squeezing and stroking Draco's cock.
"Fuck", the blond thrust both into the man's hand and back onto his cock. He would've spread his legs wider, didn't each thrust lift him to his toes.
"Yes, fuck. You love this, don't you?"
Draco only nodded. He loved this. He also loved the feel of the other man's leather-covered hand now caressing his balls.
The thrusts became rougher, more frantic. The other man moved back and forth, in and out of Draco, fucking him hard.
"You love this", he panted, feeling their orgasms building. He gave an almost painful squeeze to Draco's cock. "Don't come yet".
Draco brought his own hand to his cock, squeezing it.
The other man's hand let go and moved to the blonde’s hip, holding him in place as he pulled almost all the way out of Draco's body. The blond whimpered.
The man removed his mask from his face quickly, thrusting back into Draco and resuming his stroking.
"You can come now", he whispered hoarsely in Draco's ear, pulling at his cock. "Mine", he growled.
"Yes. I am. Yours", Draco said panting and it was all it took. He came hard, his spunk coating the wall, his belly, and the other man's gloves, as one name left his mouth in a cry. "Harry".