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bottom_dracoTitle: A Dance In The Dark
Author: Gwen Malfoy
Rating: NC-17
Category: PWP, angst
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Harry goes to a strip club and sees an old friend.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, there would be a real strip club in Hogwarts.
Archive: Always.
“I’ve never been to a place like this before.”
“I’ve been here before. It’s a really nice place.”
“I’m sure.” Harry murmured. He had never understood what pole-dancing clubs really had to do with business negotiations, but he found himself sitting in front of a stage at Club Cabaret, waiting for the show to begin.
“Can I buy you another drink there, mate?” The muggle businessmen who were trying to sway Harry into investing in their company were incredibly keen on making sure Harry was happy. Which was why they were at a gay pole-dancing club.
The emcee (a drag queen—Harry had to shake his head at the predictability of it all)
came out dressed in full regalia and held up a microphone.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you for coming tonight, and I’m sure you’ll be doing it a few more times, heh heh.” The crowded cheered. “Okay okay, now settle down. Our next dancer is the one I’m sure many of you are here to see, our boy has some very loyal fans.” More cheers. “So, without further ado, I bring you --------.“
The lights dimmed and an up-tempo techno song came on over the speakers. A spotlight came onto the part in the curtains and the much-awaited dancer came out.
Harry’s eyes focused first on the shoes, which were white heels, naturally. Calves encased in white knee-high nylons. Strong pale thighs leading like a tease up to—Harry’s breath caught in his throat—white satin shorts, as short as could be, so thin they were transparent. The dancer’s cock was hard and it stretched the shorts, the wet head visible through the material. Harry shifted in his seat.
Up further...a perfectly flat and toned stomach, white in the lights. Hard, pink nipples run through with steel rings. Long, graceful neck, sharp chin, full, pink mouth, and up…as Harry took in his whole face, his heart leapt in into his throat as he realized he was looking straight into the face of Draco Malfoy.
But Malfoy was oblivious to his presence, beginning his dance in earnest now. He hooked one leg around the pole and, black-ringed eyes roving blindly over the audience, ground his hips against it, his head falling back slowly as his body moved. Harry swallowed hard and glanced around at his companions. All eyes were fixed on the stage. Harry bit his lip and slipped a hand down to his lap, rubbing his erection underneath.
Malfoy swung around the pole and, his back to the audience, began to slide down the pole. Harry watched him move with the same languid grace he had always envied at school. Malfoy came back to the front of the stage and slid his hands down his body to the button of the shorts, unbuttoning them with one flick of his fingers. He began pushing them down. Harry’s breath caught in his throat as Malfoy’s erection sprang free. The shorts fell to the floor.
Malfoy came around to Harry’s side of the stage and turned his back the audience again. He spread his legs wide and glanced over his shoulder for a moment, a small smile on his face.
He reached out and grasped the pole. His fingers climbed down the pole hand over hand until they reached the floor and he was spread open, his entrance twitching under the lights. Harry thrust his hips up helplessly, finally slipping his hand inside his trousers and wrapping his fingers around his cock.
Malfoy went to the front again and pressed his back against the pole. He bent over again, his fingertips brushing the floor and began pushing his hips back rhythmically against the pole. His mouth was wet and slack, his eyes half-lidded, as if having the cold metal of the pole pressed against him was the greatest thing he’d ever felt. Harry jerked his cock, sliding down in his seat as he stroked himself harder and harder with every purely pornographic move Malfoy made.
Malfoy straightened up, still pushing back against the pole, and one hand slid down; a fingertip curled around his nipple ring and yanked harshly. Malfoy threw his head back; his hips thrust up and his teeth closed around his bottom lip. Harry shuddered hard and squeezed his eyes shut as he came all over himself.
When he opened his eyes again, Malfoy was crawling along the edges of the stage, collecting his money. Harry quickly buttoned his trousers and leapt up out of his seat before Malfoy reached them. He found the bathroom and cleaned himself up, his hands still trembling and images of Malfoy staying stubbornly in his head. He stayed in the bathroom for a long time.
When he came out, however, Malfoy was sitting with his party, dressed now in white knee socks, black penny loafers, black shorts equally short as the white ones, and a tie, like some kind of perverted school boy. Harry would surely have been disgusted if he wasn’t already hard at the sight.
Malfoy smirked at him as he took his seat, his heart pounding.
“Hey mate.” Nathan, one of the businessmen, clapped him on the shoulder. “Since you seemed so keen, we bought you a private dance.”
Author: Gwen Malfoy
Rating: NC-17
Category: PWP, angst
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Harry goes to a strip club and sees an old friend.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, there would be a real strip club in Hogwarts.
Archive: Always.
“I’ve never been to a place like this before.”
“I’ve been here before. It’s a really nice place.”
“I’m sure.” Harry murmured. He had never understood what pole-dancing clubs really had to do with business negotiations, but he found himself sitting in front of a stage at Club Cabaret, waiting for the show to begin.
“Can I buy you another drink there, mate?” The muggle businessmen who were trying to sway Harry into investing in their company were incredibly keen on making sure Harry was happy. Which was why they were at a gay pole-dancing club.
The emcee (a drag queen—Harry had to shake his head at the predictability of it all)
came out dressed in full regalia and held up a microphone.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you for coming tonight, and I’m sure you’ll be doing it a few more times, heh heh.” The crowded cheered. “Okay okay, now settle down. Our next dancer is the one I’m sure many of you are here to see, our boy has some very loyal fans.” More cheers. “So, without further ado, I bring you --------.“
The lights dimmed and an up-tempo techno song came on over the speakers. A spotlight came onto the part in the curtains and the much-awaited dancer came out.
Harry’s eyes focused first on the shoes, which were white heels, naturally. Calves encased in white knee-high nylons. Strong pale thighs leading like a tease up to—Harry’s breath caught in his throat—white satin shorts, as short as could be, so thin they were transparent. The dancer’s cock was hard and it stretched the shorts, the wet head visible through the material. Harry shifted in his seat.
Up further...a perfectly flat and toned stomach, white in the lights. Hard, pink nipples run through with steel rings. Long, graceful neck, sharp chin, full, pink mouth, and up…as Harry took in his whole face, his heart leapt in into his throat as he realized he was looking straight into the face of Draco Malfoy.
But Malfoy was oblivious to his presence, beginning his dance in earnest now. He hooked one leg around the pole and, black-ringed eyes roving blindly over the audience, ground his hips against it, his head falling back slowly as his body moved. Harry swallowed hard and glanced around at his companions. All eyes were fixed on the stage. Harry bit his lip and slipped a hand down to his lap, rubbing his erection underneath.
Malfoy swung around the pole and, his back to the audience, began to slide down the pole. Harry watched him move with the same languid grace he had always envied at school. Malfoy came back to the front of the stage and slid his hands down his body to the button of the shorts, unbuttoning them with one flick of his fingers. He began pushing them down. Harry’s breath caught in his throat as Malfoy’s erection sprang free. The shorts fell to the floor.
Malfoy came around to Harry’s side of the stage and turned his back the audience again. He spread his legs wide and glanced over his shoulder for a moment, a small smile on his face.
He reached out and grasped the pole. His fingers climbed down the pole hand over hand until they reached the floor and he was spread open, his entrance twitching under the lights. Harry thrust his hips up helplessly, finally slipping his hand inside his trousers and wrapping his fingers around his cock.
Malfoy went to the front again and pressed his back against the pole. He bent over again, his fingertips brushing the floor and began pushing his hips back rhythmically against the pole. His mouth was wet and slack, his eyes half-lidded, as if having the cold metal of the pole pressed against him was the greatest thing he’d ever felt. Harry jerked his cock, sliding down in his seat as he stroked himself harder and harder with every purely pornographic move Malfoy made.
Malfoy straightened up, still pushing back against the pole, and one hand slid down; a fingertip curled around his nipple ring and yanked harshly. Malfoy threw his head back; his hips thrust up and his teeth closed around his bottom lip. Harry shuddered hard and squeezed his eyes shut as he came all over himself.
When he opened his eyes again, Malfoy was crawling along the edges of the stage, collecting his money. Harry quickly buttoned his trousers and leapt up out of his seat before Malfoy reached them. He found the bathroom and cleaned himself up, his hands still trembling and images of Malfoy staying stubbornly in his head. He stayed in the bathroom for a long time.
When he came out, however, Malfoy was sitting with his party, dressed now in white knee socks, black penny loafers, black shorts equally short as the white ones, and a tie, like some kind of perverted school boy. Harry would surely have been disgusted if he wasn’t already hard at the sight.
Malfoy smirked at him as he took his seat, his heart pounding.
“Hey mate.” Nathan, one of the businessmen, clapped him on the shoulder. “Since you seemed so keen, we bought you a private dance.”
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Date: 2004-12-28 08:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-28 09:00 pm (UTC)Oh, My God!
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Date: 2004-12-29 12:39 am (UTC)Please PLEASE write more!!! Soon! Like, tonight!
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Date: 2005-01-14 09:32 pm (UTC)I so love your descriptions of Draco dancing - they paint a very vivid image and still read smoothly.
So...do we get the story of the private dance?
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Date: 2005-01-14 09:33 pm (UTC)OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!!
Date: 2005-03-14 01:26 pm (UTC)'When he came out, however, Malfoy was sitting with his party, dressed now in white knee socks, black penny loafers, black shorts equally short as the white ones, and a tie, like some kind of perverted school boy'
jesus christ!!!! if draco was for sale i'd sell my family for him!!!!!