"Feel that?" he asked and when Harry didn't say anything. "Nod." Harry nodded. "That's the release button. You can get out anytime. This is just for... play... okay?"
                              
"Okay," he whispered, still staring.
                              
Malfoy chuckled and pulled off him to stand up. His hard, huge prick was out on display, again, and Harry looked up at his face, trying to avoid it. But Malfoy just came closer, dancing and flexing as close as possible. He would constantly touch him wherever he could. He turned, giving Harry a look at his impressive ass. It was tight, well-muscled, and he backed up into Harry's knees, so he was inches from his face.
                              
Fuck, there wasn't a part of Malfoy he didn't want to touch. Every muscle was toned to perfection. He was the fittest bloke he had ever seen, and Harry was a quidditch player. He went to the gyms. He had ogled a few large-muscled guys in the league, but none compared to Malfoy. Everything was perfectly sculpted on his body, nothing to the point of bulging, just... beautiful. Malfoy had to have spent years training to make his body so... awesome.
                              
Malfoy slowly turned and then slowly climbed on top of his lap. His knees on either side of his legs. "Easy, Harry," he whispered, when Harry gulped, nervously. "I'll be careful."
                              
Slowly, so slowly, Malfoy started to rock his body against him, against his thighs. Harry's prick was harder than ever before at the contact and surely was pressing straight into Malfoy's ass. He felt it. He had to feel it. Malfoy's hands were on his chest rubbing... exploring. His touch was electrifying everything. But there was something else, too. Malfoy's dick... pressing hard into his stomach.
                              
But Harry didn't look down. He looked up into Malfoy's face. His hair was pushed back, and he stared into his eyes. There was no malicious intent, no secondary motive. He wanted to show Harry that he was there for him, that their past didn't matter. At least that's what Harry thought he saw. Malfoy smiled, and his hands quest to his neck and to his face. He gently traced his cheeks and jawline as his gorgeous body rocked against him.
                              
Harry groaned and whimpered as the pressure to his groan increased.
                              
"Oh, Harry," Malfoy whispered. "Just calm down. I got you."
                              
He was shaking. Malfoy kept calling him by his first name, like none of their past mattered. He Malfoy leaned down and kissed his arm. He drew in a staggered breath, and Malfoy inched up his shoulder closer to his neck. His lips sucking, leaving a trail of tiny hickies, but when Malfoy reached his neck, he opened his mouth and latched on, sucking hard. Harry squirmed, melting under him. His hips thrusted upwards to meet Malfoy's.
                              
"Please," he begged.
                              
Malfoy chuckled and sucked harder, even using a bit of teeth. Harry turned to jelly as Malfoy attacked his jugular for minutes. When he finally let go, Harry's head was spinning. He finally opened his eyes. Sharp grey eyes were staring down at him and he stared back, helplessly caught in his gaze. They were still rutting against each other, driving toward each other's climax. Harry was sure that he was going to come in his pants.
                              
Of course, Malfoy's prick was still jutting into his stomach. He wondered if he was going to unload onto him. He thought that would be against stripper etiquette, but what did he know? This was Malfoy, and all bets were off. Harry just knew that he was going to hold out as long as Malfoy did. They were rivals, after all. Harry couldn't break first. He forced back his climax and held on. He wasn't a teenager anymore.
                              
Malfoy rubbed the spot he had attacked with his fingers and smirked. "I bruised you pretty good, Potter."
                              
He whimpered as Malfoy's hand trailed down his body. They stopped at his waistband, and his fingers slipped in.
                              
"Wearing green pants, are you?" Malfoy whispered, glancing down and Harry blushed. "Would that I could... do more... but they are fairly strict about... direct contact."
                              
Harry was trembling as Malfoy traced the wet spot on his trousers where his prick was pressing against. Malfoy found his tip beneath the fabric and squeezed. Harry nearly exploded right there, but he controlled it with a groan.
                              
"Well, Potter... I've never had anyone last this long."
                              
Harry's eyes widened with some surprise and fear. That he was being compared to others and Malfoy was ranking him somehow, ranking him a subjective way. That there was something wrong with him. His eyes stung. But the shocked look on Malfoy's face told him otherwise.
                              
"No... Harry... calm down. I just meant... you hadn't released, yet. That's impressive... and you're looking at me. Not just my body. You're watching my eyes. You're enjoying me. I'll show you," he said, leaning down and capturing his lips.
                              
Harry didn't pull away. He opened his mouth and kissed him back with everything he had. Fuck, he wanted this, wanted him. He pulled against the restraints as hard as he could. He wanted to touch him like Malfoy was touching him. He wanted to go all the way. Apparently, Malfoy did, too, and started thrusting down into his erection. His dick was pressing harder into his stomach. Harry wanted more. He kissed harder and desperately as though this was all he was going to get. It could have been minutes or an hour, but Malfoy finally let go.
                              
Harry was shaking as all movement stopped. Malfoy brushed his bangs out of his eyes and smiled as he stared into him. His fingers were on his face and caressing his stubble. Harry could only stare in absolute panic that he had kissed Draco Malfoy with such force and desire. His breathing was heavy and he couldn't move. He needed to leave. Flee. He had never run away from anything, but that was all he wanted to do, now, before Malfoy wrecked him.
                              
Malfoy sighed and kissed the top of his head. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that. I just couldn't resist... in case... well...."
                              
Harry's jaw clenched. He didn't know what to say. It was Malfoy. The guy who had taunted him and hassled him for years... and he just kissed him with everything he had... and Harry snogged him back. Oh, fuck... what had he gotten himself into? He just stared up at Malfoy, his power of speech gone. Malfoy slowly got off him.
                              
"Your time is up... past up. Unless you want to pay through the nose, I suggest you leave, Harry."
                              
Harry whimpered as Malfoy planted his hands on Harry's knees and stared into his eyes.
                              
Malfoy leaned in to whisper into his ear, "Can you lose Weasley after you leave?"
                              
He only nodded. Not thinking about the implications.
                              
"Then meet me in Soho Square at 2."
                              
He again nodded. His breathing rough and rugged.
                              
Malfoy reached with one hand behind him and hit the button on the cuffs. As soon as the cuffs were released, he bolted for the door. Pride be damned.