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Harry whimpered as he looked anxiously into the mirror. He turned from side to side, trying to get a better view of himself from all angles. "Uhhhmmm... Draco? Baby, I… I really don't think this is a good idea…" he called out hesitantly. Biting his lip, he glanced into the mirror again and flushed deeply, his green eyes wide with horror behind his trendy glasses - a recent addition at the firm insistence of his materialistic boyfriend.

"Bollocks!" Draco's haughty response came from the bedroom. "Of course it's a good idea. It's a costume party, you plebeian!"

"Yes, a costume party! Not a bloody gay fantasy orgy party!" Harry cried. He heard a snigger from behind him and turned to find Draco standing in the doorway of the bathroom, leaning against the door jamb with his arms crossed. He was dressed in skin-tight white leather pants, a silver gauze singlet top with silver arm bands and silver knee-high boots. There were sparkly silver wings tied to his back. To complete the look, Draco had silver body glitter smoothed over his cheeks and across his chest; he'd sprayed glitter into his chin-length platinum blond hair, and his eyes were erotically framed by thick, black eyeliner. "What the hell are you supposed to be?!" Harry demanded, his body betraying his tone when his dick stirred in his rather-sparse pants.

"I'm every gay man's Guardian Angel, lover," Draco purred.

Harry frowned. "Well, where's your fucking halo?" he huffed.

"On my head," Draco sniffed, piercing Harry with a hungry gaze. Harry's eyes flicked up to Draco's head again. "There's no… oh… ohhhhhhhhhhhhh…" he said with a wide grin. "That head."

Draco sauntered over to Harry and pinned him against the towel rack. "Yes, that head," he growled. "I might even let you have a look at some point. Now, my sexy cowboy, are you going to take me for a ride?" He punctuated his request by pressing his straining erection against Harry's groin, which was outlined by some very sheer black cowboy chaps with red sequined edging and shiny red buckles. Under the chaps were a pair of red silk boxers with 'Ride This' embroidered across the crotch accompanied by a skin tight black vest with matching sequined tassels, showing off Harry's tanned, toned chest perfectly. Around his neck was a black and red plaid scarf with more sequins and the whole costume was topped off his silvery red cowboy boots and a sequined cowboy hat.

"How the fuck… hmm… do you manage to get hard in those pants?" Harry moaned as Draco's nimble fingers fondled his cock through the silky boxers.

"Talent," Draco replied flippantly before his lips connected with Harry's throat. He started sucking the pulse point gently and Harry was soon a pool of mush in his arms.

As abruptly as Draco started his seduction, he ended it, stepping away from Harry and smoothing his hair down. "That's enough," he said with a smirk. "I refuse to arrive late, it's appallingly bad form."

"Arse," Harry hissed in frustration.

"Maybe later," Draco told him. "But only if you're a good little cowboy." His grey eyes darted down Harry's body. "Okay. Maybe not so little." He licked his lips as he took in Harry's sexy, ruffled appearance and then smirked. "Oh, I plan to ride your sequined arse so hard tonight that even Merlin himself will be hearing you scream." He pressed a chaste kiss to Harry's lips before he waltzed out of the room.

 

* * * * *

"Fuck me! Harry?!" Ron Weasley, Harry's best friend, laughed as Harry stepped feebly through the door of the hotel that had been booked out for the exclusive Valentine's Day party. "You poor bastard! How did he manage to get you into that? Bribe you with a rim job a day?"

"Don't ever say 'rim job' to me again," Harry sniped, try self-consciously to cover the bare parts of his skin. "It sounds weird coming from someone whom I know is straight as an arrow."

"Speaking of arrows, what did Malfoy dress as? An Indian?" Ron snorted, flicking the brim of Harry's hat.

"You can talk, Bat Boy," Harry scoffed, eying Ron's Batman suit up and down.

Ron scowled, shuffling awkwardly. "Hermione wanted to be Catwoman. I had no choice!" he protested, frowning at Harry's Malfoy-esque smirk.

"Repeat after me," Harry stated, "N O. No. There's a choice for you."

"Says the pussy-whipped Saviour of the Wizarding World dressed as a queer cowboy," Ron teased.

"Oh my god, Harry, your arse looks so hot in that costume!" Ginny Weasley, dressed as a nurse, screeched as she swooped on Harry and her brother. She gave Harry's bum a suggestive tweak and he made an indignant sound, taking a wary step away from her.

"Bloody hell, Gin, when's the penny going to drop in that dozy brain of yours that Harry likes dicks. He's gay," Ron said, enunciating the words for his sister and then grinning at Harry. "Screamingly so, obviously."

"Fuck you," Harry snorted in jest.

"Doesn't make his arse less hot," Ginny stated with a shrug. "Where's your other half? You're early. No token blow job in the limo on the way ov -" she cut herself off with a gasp, gaping over Harry's shoulder. "Oh holy Merlin, scrape me off the floor now…" she breathed. "Did he spray those pants on?!"

Harry turned and saw Draco sauntering in the entryway beside his friend, Pansy Parkinson, who was gaudily costumed as a Playboy Bunny.

Ron burst out laughing. "Why's he dressed like a fairy?" he asked. "Oh, sorry, that was a pretty pointless question!"

"He's not a fairy, you dick," Ginny said, slapping Ron in the arm. "He's an angel. Look at the halo!" Harry nearly choked on his cough and a quick double-take reassured him that Draco wasn't wandering around with his cock hanging out. He had, in fact, charmed a rather realistic looking halo to float above his head. If it wasn't for the sheer top showing off his nipple ring and the pants that didn't leave much to the imagination, one would think butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.

"I beg to differ. He is a bloody fairy," Ron said smugly.

"Can we please move on from the token gay innuendos?" Harry said blandly as Draco came between him and Ginny and plastered himself to Harry's side, sneering pointedly at Ginny. "Draco, angels don't sneer." Harry shook his head and went to move on into the reception room. Draco followed him, shooting one final glare over his shoulder at the two red-heads.

 * * * * *

Draco pressed another glass of vodka and Coke into Harry's hand, relieving him of the fourth empty glass in a row. Harry made a small noise of thanks, his eyes slipping closed again as he sipped from the new glass and swayed to the music. Draco watched Harry's lithe body move expertly to the music, and his lips press together as he savoured the intoxicating liquor.

"Sure you don't want a drink yourself, babe?" Harry purred, shifting to slide erotically up and down Draco's thigh. He leant in and teased Draco's lips with a light kiss before slipping his tongue beyond them to deepen the embrace. Draco could taste the vodka on Harry's lips and he smiled into Harry's mouth.

"I have everything I need right here," Draco murmured, squeezing Harry's arse cheeks and pulling his boyfriend closer. Harry hastily slid his glass back onto the bar and took Draco's hand to pull him onto the dance floor.

A faceless dance song rich with bass was pounding through the sound system, and as soon as they reached their destination, Harry started writhing against Draco to the beat. Draco allowed himself an indulgent grin - Harry was almost just where he wanted him - and Draco remembered exactly why he chose to stay sober at these sorts of things.

When Harry was drunk, he lost all inhibitions. He didn't care who looked at him, he didn't care who groped him, he didn't care how erotic his dancing was, he didn't care about snogging Draco senseless in public, and he certainly didn't care that he was dressed as a sexy gay cowboy like he had just a few short hours ago. Draco planned to make the most of his intoxicated boyfriend that night. It was Valentine's Day, and he wanted to do something that would make the night very memorable.

The wind was suddenly knocked out of Draco when he was accosted from behind by his best friend, Blaise Zabini. "What's happening?" Blaise cried enthusiastically. "Some party, huh?!"

"Can't you see we're busy here?" Draco snapped, his eyes glazing over slightly as Harry automatically moved a few steps away and started moving along to the music on his own.

"Crap," Blaise scoffed. "Nothing that can't be interrupted. I always said the only dance worth doing was the Chicken Dance or the Horizontal Tango." He wriggled his eyebrows tastelessly.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Yes, and look where that got you. Single and dateless, you common tart."

"Mwah. I love you too, darling," Blaise said lightly. "You and I both know the only thing you're busy with is plying your main squeeze with booze so you can have your randy way with him."

"My only squeeze," Draco stated smugly. "And I don't need to drug him to have my way with him. He's just more fun when he's tipsy."

Blaise smirked, gazing appreciatively at Harry's arse that was wiggling back and forwards to the catchy beat. "Tipsy? Honey, he's two short steps away from table-dancing. He who nearly passed out in horror when I caught you rimming him in the Prefects' Bathroom in Seventh Year."

"Yes, well," Draco said dismissively, "I have plans."

"Ooo, can I watch?" Blaise asked cheekily and Draco raised a perfect eyebrow at him.

"Are you a mind-reader?" Draco replied smoothly, sending Blaise into a shocked coughing fit, spitting his red wine all over the dance floor.

"In public?" Blaise squeaked, rubbing his throat.

"Why not?" Draco said with a shrug. "Not necessarily on the bar or anything. I just fancy the thrill of being caught. Harry's never been up to it."

"So, you thought you would dress him in a cowboy suit and get him piss-drunk, and you might have a chance of him complying?" Blaise asked slowly, trying to work out Draco's reasoning.

Draco snorted. "No," he said as if Blaise had said the most ridiculous thing ever. "I dressed him in the cowboy suit because I wanted to perve on his dick and arse. I'm getting him drunk because he loses his inhibitions. I want him to get off on this as much as I do. It's not like I haven't partaken in one of his little kinks before."

"Which was?" Blaise inquired curiously.

"He has a thing for honey," he stated. "And Muggle aeroplanes," was all Draco was going to say on the matter. He watched Harry through narrowed eyes as both Hermione and Ginny came up and started dancing with him. Harry had now entered what Draco termed Operation Drunk Harry Phase Two: Giggling. Draco preferred female hands not to be anywhere near his boyfriend's body, but when Hermione slipped another bottle of something alcoholic into Harry's hand, Draco let it slide.

"Aeroplanes? You got Harry to join the Mile High Club?" Blaise asked incredulously.

"Harry got me to join the Mile High Club," Draco corrected. "I was too busy clutching a barf bag in one hand and the arm rest in the other. He shoved a Stomach Settling Potion and Calming Draught down my throat and then dragged me to the nearest shoebox they call a bathroom. I must admit, the vibration from the engines is rather pleasant on one's bare arse pressed against a plastic vanity. I think he owes me a little exhibitionistic pleasure in return."

"Well, good luck dragging him away from the dance floor. I'll give the Boy Who Lived that much - he's one fucking fantastic dancer!" Blaise cried before pretending to kiss both of Draco's cheeks and disappearing into the heaving crowd.

 * * * * *

"Where are we - oops!" Harry cut himself off by tripping down a couple of stairs they were descending. His laugh turned into a snort which led to more giggling. "Ooo, look a pool!"

"Yes, a very wet pool," Draco purred.

"Unghh… say 'wet' again," Harry pleaded, leaning heavily against the wall as his hand immediately travelled to his dick for a quick fondle of his own balls.

"Are you horny, my baby?" Draco murmured, leading Harry down the last of the steps to the large and elegant indoor swimming pool sprawled before them. Whoever had booked this hotel for the party had awesome taste. The pool would fit in just nicely with Draco's plans.

"Yesss," Harry hissed, almost lapsing into his signature Parseltongue.

Draco sauntered over to Harry, taking one of the buckles on the chaps into his hand to start undoing it. "Would you like to go for a swim with me?" he whispered into Harry's ear. Harry nodded furiously. "Would you like to swim naked with me?" Draco continued, getting the chaps undone and letting them fall to the floor, the buckles chinking against the tiles.

Harry started giggling again, slapping his hand over his mouth like a little boy. "Here?!" he shrieked. "But anyone could walk in! Do you really want people seeing us with our willies hanging out?" He started barking with laughter again, cheerful tears sparkling in his green eyes.

Draco didn't answer and just smirked in response, moving on to slip Harry's vest off. He pressed his lips to Harry's, stealing a kiss while his hands were busy disrobing his horny, intoxicated boyfriend. And boy was Harry horny. Draco slipped a hand down the front of Harry's boxers, his long fingers connecting with the straining hardness of Harry's erection. "Hmmf, oh yeah, baby… on second thoughts…" Harry panted, "you can get my willy out if you want to…" He pushed forward into Draco's hand, rubbing his dick insistently against Draco's palm.

They were soon a flurry of hands and they fumbled to strip each other of their bothersome costumes. Okay, the leather pants seemed like a good idea at the time; now Draco just prayed to Merlin Harry was strong enough to rip leather as his lover tugged helplessly on the leather that appeared to not want to budge an inch.

"OW! Fuck! Harry, wait!" Draco screeched. "I've got no knickers on under here! Do you want to yank my dick off in the process?!"

Harry smirked and then snorted, which inevitably turned into almost hysterical laughter. "No," he choked out, "course not!"

By the time they both managed to get Draco out of his leather trousers - which he swore harshly that he would never wear again - they were sweaty, out of breath, and flushed red. Draco huffed in irritation. It usually took a good hour of intense fucking to get them both this hot and bothered!

Draco was sitting on one of the small stone benches trying to catch his breath, and Harry was standing in front of him, buck-naked and grinning at the swimming pool. "Last one in is a rotten Flobberworm!"

Draco blinked. Rotten Flobberworm? But before he could question Harry's statement, Harry skipped over to the pool and launched himself in with a loud and painful-sounding bellyflop. He burst back up to the surface, sputtered and swiped the water from his face. "Ow, that hurt a bit," he giggled. "This warm water feels nice around my bits. Come in, baby! Why haven't we ever gone for a swim naked before?"

"Because we've only ever swum in cold water pools, and your bits had likely escaped so far up into your body that they wouldn't have even had the pleasure of feeling the water," Draco intoned, climbing elegantly down the steps and sliding into the warm water.

Harry splashed over to Draco, wrapping his arms around his neck and pressing him against the pool wall. "You're fucking sexy, you know that?" he said through a smile.

"Of course I know that," Draco scoffed, his pride swelling as Harry gazed adoringly into his eyes. Harry moved in and started sucking on his bottom lip, teasing his tongue along the soft flesh before they melted into a kiss. Enter Operation Drunk Harry Phase Three: Horny and Dominant.

Draco slid his hands down Harry's wet back and gripped the cheeks of his arse, urging Harry closer to him so they could rub against each other. The water eased their movements and held their weight, allowing them to writhe together without the added worry of lubricant or bracing oneself against a wall (not to mention carpet burn when they crashed to the floor in a heated embrace when the wall failed in its duties).

Draco was already sparking with the knowledge that just one floor above was a room full of three hundred people or more, any of whom could waltz down the stairs and catch them skinny dipping sensually… or worse, fucking, which is exactly what Draco planned to do, and soon. He shivered at the thought.

Harry was devouring Draco's mouth, trailing his tongue across Draco's cheek to suck on his earlobe. Harry had a very talented tongue. "Wanna fuck you," Harry mumbled against Draco's throat. My sentiments exactly, Draco thought with a smug grin.

Draco immediately jumped up slightly, sending the water sloshing around them as he wrapped his legs around Harry's waist. Harry's fingers were rapidly seeking out Draco's pulsing hole. He found his prize and eased his middle finger inside, earning a desperate moan from his love that was cut off by a grunt.

Harry had two fingers knuckle-deep inside Draco, occasionally pressing against Draco's prostate when Blaise, Ginny, and Hermione came pounding down the steps. "Harry, Draco? Are you guys - oh, they're here! Merlin, we've been looking for you all over!" Hermione cried. "They're having a dancing competition and -" she gasped when she moved nearer and realised the lovers were starkers in the pool.

Blaise started laughing. "Are you guys skinny dipping?" he asked.

"No, Harry actually has two fingers stuck up my arse, so if you wouldn't mind," Draco said haughtily all the while thinking his mind chanting 'Please stay and watch, please stay and watch!'

"I might stay and watch," Blaise said smugly, knowing that is exactly what Draco wanted. Both girls were just standing there gaping widely at Harry and Draco. Harry seemed oblivious to the intrusion, as his fingers were still exploring Draco's bum and his head was bent sucking on Draco's pierced nipple. Draco's eyes slipped shut and he threw his head back in pleasure.

"I… we… uh… we…" Hermione stammered but Ginny slapped a hand over her mouth to shut her up and pulled her down onto the tiled bench, her eyes never leaving the free show in the pool. Blaise leant against the wall, grinning indulgently as Harry hooked a hand under Draco's leg, pulling it up so he could position his cock at Draco's entrance.

OH MY GOD! Draco screamed inside. He's really gonna fuck me in front of them!

"You better go, 'Mione," Harry grunted out, shooting his best friend a suddenly rather sober-looking gaze. "Ron will get the shits if you get off on this." His voice was thick with hunger and lust. With a final smirk at Ginny, Harry pushed forward and into Draco, causing Draco to keen in pleasure, bracing himself against the wall with one hand, his other hand gripping Harry's slippery back.

Blaise let out a shrill wolf-whistle as Harry started pounding into Draco with abandon. He crashed his lips against his boyfriend's, pulling them both down into a needy kiss. The water was lapping noisily around them, but not enough to drown out Draco's moans. His dick was painfully hard, and he moved his hand between them to start pumping himself eagerly.

Harry never once spared even a glance for their intruders. His focus was completely and utterly on Draco, their wet bodies sliding erotically together in the enveloping warmth of the water. Draco turned his head to look at their friends briefly, finding Blaise with his hands down the front of his fireman's pants, rubbing himself frantically while he watched Harry and Draco. Ginny still had her hand planted over Hermione's mouth, but she was watching the scene with a hungry look in her eyes. Hermione's brown eye were wide with an unrecognisable emotion in them that could be horror, mortification, or even lust.

Draco didn't give a shit. Harry grabbed Draco's hand and pushed it insistently away from his own groin and started sliding his hand up and down Draco's hard cock. His fingers travelled further occasionally, fondling Draco's balls before trailing back up in erratic but expert strokes.

"Oh, fuck, yes, Harry!" Draco cried out, groaning as he felt the first twinges of orgasm sparking in his gut. He heard a whispered 'Fuck' come from one of their audience members and Draco managed a fleeting smirk before he grunted, sinking his fingernails into Harry's back, his scream echoing throughout the pool chamber as he came violently.

Harry dropped his head onto Draco's shoulder, panting and groaning as he sped up his thrusts into Draco's now tender hole. With a heartfelt moan, Harry lifted his head, sticking his tongue urgently into Draco's mouth, kissing Draco roughly as his orgasm raced through him.

The water was rippling around them as Draco felt the last sparks of his arousal dwindling inside him. He had small stars dancing in his peripheral vision, and he was rasping in an attempt to catch his breath. Harry slipped from him, holding Draco tenderly so he wouldn't sink beneath the surface, which was probably a good thing because Draco's legs suddenly felt like jelly.

"Happy Valentine's Day, baby," Harry purred into Draco's ear before glancing up at their friends, finally sparing a sheepish grin. "Gin, 'Mione, Blaise…" he said with a nod of his head. "Happy Valentine's Day to you, too."

Draco laughed weakly. "Fuck," he breathed, swallowing to wet his throat that was scratchy from screaming.

"Uh, Draco darling, I think your halo just slipped with that little escapade," Blaise said with a smirk.

"A PERFECT TEN!" Ginny cried, and started clapping wildly. Hermione just nodded furiously in response, still a little shell-shocked at what she had witnessed.

"We should make a movie, babe," Draco said with a sniff. "We could make a fortune."

Harry was leaning dreamily against the pool wall, the drink, fantastic sex, and mind-shattering orgasm finally going to his head. "Hmmm…?" he murmured softly and then giggled. "Yeah! 'Harry and Draco Ride Again'!" he snorted.

Draco smirked widely flinging his arms around Harry's neck. "Yes, they do," he purred, leaning in to reward Harry with a lingering kiss as their 'audience' finally tiptoed back up the stairs to give the couple some privacy. Though, did they want it?

 - fin -