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Harry, Draco, and the Wedding Night Pole Dance	By : LynstHolin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5635 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Harry, Draco, and the Wedding Night Pole Dance
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This is an expanded version of a scene from my multi-chapter fic 'Stray Cat, Pierced,' which you can find on ff.net under the same username. You don't need to read it to understand what's going on here, though.

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Lubricated with generous amounts of champagne and firewhiskey, Draco and Harry's wedding reception was quite lively. Draco wrapped himself around his husband. "One last slow dance, then let's sneak out of here. I've got a surprise for you." He put his tongue in Harry's mouth, teasing with his stud, not ending the kiss until the song was over. He looked Harry in the eye and licked his lips. "Let's go."

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Harry sat up in bed with a blindfold on, trying to figure out what the banging noises he was hearing signified. "All done!" Draco pulled the blindfold off of Harry's eyes. He was wearing black, silver-spangled boyshorts that left a good portion of his lower cheeks bare. He had on a pair of high-heeled platform boots, black vinyl with flame designs on the ankles; they made his slim legs look even longer than they were. Strutting toward a metal pole that was now in the middle of the room, he paused to turn on a CD player. It started playing an old Muggle rock song with a sleazy beat. Draco struck a pose against the pole, shaking his rear end. He coquettishly looked over his shoulder at Harry. "What do you think? Do these boots make my arse look good?"

"I think your arse makes your arse look good." Harry couldn't keep a lustful grin off his face. The high heels did make Draco's bum stick out enticingly, and they deepened the lower-back dimples that Harry loved so much. "Everything looks good." Harry couldn't imagine a body more perfect; long and slender and pale and tight. The narrow hips alone, with their twin indentations running down into the waistband of the boyshorts, were deserving of their own poem. A book of poems.

"I've been taking lessons." Using the boots to grip, Draco climbed up the pole and and arched backwards, his hair hanging down. Sliding back down, he started to undulate against the pole, gazing steadily at Harry and running one hand up and down his body. He circled and spun around the pole, then did a deep knee-bend, caressing the front of his knickers with one hand. He rose up and, draping himself against the pole, he stroked and pinched his nipples, tweaking his piercings.

Harry noticed that Draco was getting an erection. "You are such an exhibitionist," he said.

"Only for you." Draco slid a hand down his pants, and Harry could see the red, wet head of his cock as he played with the ring that pierced it.

Harry squirmed. "I don't think I've ever been so hard before."

"I have another surprise for you," Draco said breathlessly. "I put a special charm on myself. I can't come until you say 'platypus'."

"Why pla--uh, that word?"

"Because it's not something you're likely to say by accident. Unless you've got some sort of secret platypus fetish." Draco stroked his shaft, moving his foreskin up and down, and bit his lip.

"My only fetish is for incredibly sexy blonds. See?" Harry pulled the sheet off his lap so Draco could see the bulge in his boxers.

"It's a good thing we got together, then. What do you want me to do now? I'll do whatever you want."

"Just let me watch you touch yourself a little longer." The boyshorts fell to Draco's ankles, and he kicked them away. "Keep the boots on," Harry ordered.

Harry hadn't had any experience with penises other than his own and Draco's, but he was sure that his husband's was the most beautiful one on the planet. It was long, with a graceful inward curve, and Harry could see blue veins through the skin. Watching Draco stroke it was such an erotic sight, Harry was afraid that just the feel of his boxers on his own throbbing cock would set him off too soon.

"Back in school, I thought about you so many times when I did this. And this." Draco licked a finger and reached behind. "I wanted to feel you inside me so badly."

Harry wiggled out of his boxers, his erection bobbing. "Why don't you use that pretty mouth for more than just talking?"

Draco stalked gracefully to the bed and crawled up toward Harry. He ran his silky hair along Harry's empurpled shaft, evoking a sigh. He used his tongue stud, vibrating it against Harry's hole, then running it just inside the edge of Harry's prepuce. Taking Harry's entire length into his mouth, he bobbed his head up and down, the wet heat of his mouth making Harry clutch at the sheets. Draco tilted his head up. The sight of his husbands's lips enveloping him while he stroked his own pierced cock and and gazed up at him with the most wanton look in his silver eyes was too much for Harry. He climaxed explosively. Draco kept sucking and swallowing until the last tremor of pleasure was done.

Draco sat up, licking a drop of semen from the corner of his mouth, then kissed Harry deeply. Harry flipped Draco over onto his back and got between his legs, pushing them up and to the sides until his husband was splayed out before him with his little pink hole showing. It was a view Harry never got tired of. Hooking Draco's knees over his shoulders, Harry nibbled on the tender insides of Draco's thighs, and on that sensitive place where thigh turned into buttock, occasionally nipping hard enough to leave marks. He moved up to Draco's balls, which were high and tight with arousal, drawing each one into his mouth. He licked his way up Draco's shaft to the dripping head of his cock. Harry used his teeth to play with Draco's Prince Albert piercing, which made him let out sweet little moans.

"Please fuck me," Draco breathed, "Oh, God, please fuck me."

Harry rose up on his hands, smiling. His husband's begging was making him hard all over again. "I thought I was in charge here."

"I want your cock inside me right now. Please." Draco started thrusting his hips.

"I couldn't possibly say no to that." Harry circled Draco's puckered entrance with his tongue for a bit, making him purr, then grabbed the lube from the side-table and squeezed out a generous amount. Gently, he worked at opening Draco up, easing in one finger, and then a second. Going in deeper, he found Draco's most sensitive place, what felt like a small plum through his warm walls. Harry probed and stroked it in a way that usually made Draco come immediately. Because of the charm he'd put on himself, all Draco could do now was tremble and whimper.

Draco was very enthusiastic about sex in general, but he loved getting fucked most of all. He preferred to be on his back so he could see Harry's face. As Harry sank into him, Draco gazed up at him, his mouth opening in a soft gasp. The feel of Draco's tight ring of flesh around him was pretty close to Harry's definition of heaven. "Fuck me hard," Draco demanded.

Time lost all meaning as Harry thrust away with Draco clutching and clawing at his arse. Sweat was dripping from his body. The noises his husband was making were driving Harry crazy; he was so hard, it was nearly painful. "Please, please," Draco panted.

"Please what?" Harry asked him while teasing Draco's sweet spot with the head of his cock. Draco could only mewl and drum the heels of his boots against Harry's back. Draco's face was flushed and damp with sweat, his disarrayed hair sticking to his cheeks. His lips were swollen, and his eyes were half-closed and glazed with want. "Draco, I swear, you have never looked more beautiful than you do now. Platypus."

Draco's mouth opened wider than Harry thought possible, and his lashes fluttered as his eyes rolled up into his head. He pulled Harry's hair as he shook and whimpered wordlessly, his hips bucking wildly. Hot wetness hit Harry on his stomach and chest and the underside of his chin. This set off a tsunami of an orgasm in Harry that seemed to come from the tips of his toes and roll all the way up to the top of his head; he threw his head back as he let out a gutteral cry.

Harry looked down as he tried to catch his breath. Draco's eyelids were closing. "Are you falling asleep already? I haven't even pulled out yet."

"Bezz 'rgazz ev'r had," Draco slurred, just before he started snoring delicately.

Harry laid on his back. He ran a finger through the cum under his chin and licked it off; Draco tasted like the ocean. Grinning up at the ceiling, he knew he would savor the memory of fucking his husband into unconsciousness on their wedding night for the rest of his life.
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