Striptease

Chapter 2 - Temptation

Published: 4/29/2021

Malfoy tensed and straightened up, surprised. He leaned over and flipped the light switch. He smirked as he looked down at him. "Potter, well well."

If Draco Malfoy was in any way embarrassed about being naked in front of him, he didn't show it. Harry, however, was mortified, more than he had ever before in his life. He squirmed in his fluffy seat, now bathed in light.

"Look... I'm sorry. I swear... I swear... I didn't know it was you! I didn't even know you were in the mug-"

Malfoy, as shift as a lunging snake, placed his forefinger against his lips, quieting him. Harry was surprised at his quickness, but even more that he hadn't even considered going for his wand. Malfoy's finger was still against his lips when he said, "There are cameras in here. Liability concerns. Do you understand? Nod."

Harry nodded, as though compelled.

Malfoy took his finger away and sat on the stage. His legs only slightly covering his massive cock. "I didn't know you were bent, Potter." He was smiling, and Harry looked at the floor, embarrassed. He had just gotten a striptease from Draco Malfoy and liked it, but Malfoy's words just hit another sore spot.

"It was plastered all over the Daily Prop-newspaper," he muttered, adjusting his words. He didn't need the muggles watching to know any more than necessary.

"I'm afraid I'm a bit behind on the news, Potter. I live in London, as a mere... mortal."

Harry's eyes widened. Draco Malfoy was living as a muggle? That was mind-blowing in itself, not to mention he was a stripper. He gapped at him and whispered, "How? Why?"

"Probation? Remember?" he said, referring to his wand being taken for five years.

"Oh... but... why... here?"

"I angered my father. I refused to marry Astoria Greengrass... you know Daphne's sister?"

Harry nodded.

"He also didn't like that I decided to... what were his words... "not hide anymore", and I left before he could kick me out." His words were filled with some bitterness.

Harry's mouth dropped. "Hide that you're... umm... gay?"

"Yeah. He knew of my inclinations pretty early on. As long as I pretended I was normal, he was fine with it. After the..." Malfoy paused. "... Tom-thing... I was through following his rules and decisions. It didn't get me anywhere I wanted to be."

Harry nodded, still red, but kept up the small talk. "What about your mum?"

Malfoy frowned. "She wasn't about to join me in exile... she stayed. She said she supported me finding my own way, though."

Harry whispered, "She loves you."

Malfoy's grimace turned into a smile. "She does, as I love her. You haven't heard anything about her?"

"No, sorry."

"Too bad. I hate to imagine what she's doing alone with father."

Harry grimaced. "So, why... this?"

"Stripping? I make good money, and I'm good at it. Caught your attention, didn't I?" he hissed, coyly.

Harry dropped his eyes to the floor. He was now bright red and halfway to a panic attack.

Malfoy got up and knelt in front of him, concerned. "Hey, breathe. There's nothing wrong with it... with this. I'm not rubbing you about it. Cause I know my body is amazing." He held out his arms, showing off his chest, for desired effect.

Harry couldn't help but look again. "Yeah."

Malfoy laughed, lightly... freely. "You changed, too."

Harry nodded. He knew it was for the worst, though. Malfoy had become a better and free person.

"So, I take it Ginny Weasley's out there and set this up?" Malfoy asked.

He nodded, again. "She didn't know about you... she just wanted me to be happy. Try new things."

"I guess you both figured out that you like blokes. You said that your boyfriend hurt you? Outted you, huh?" Malfoy whispered with a hint of sadness.

Harry lowered his head. "You remember... umm... Roger Davies?"

"Yeah. Few years above us in school."

"He... set up a photographer to take pictures of us... in the middle of it...."

"I'm sorry," he said, and it sounded like he meant it.

"Thanks," he said, softly. It was actually easier to talk to him.

"So... what have you been doing? You their star... umm... cop?"

Harry frowned, embarrassed more. "No. I... washed out."

Malfoy, still inches away and naked, grimaced. "I didn't know. I'm sorry, I know you always wanted to be an Au-law enforcement officer."

Harry lowered his head. "I kept... having attacks, from the w-Tom thing."

"I do, too. I couldn't stay in the mansion another day, and found something I enjoy doing."

"Stripping?" he said, incredulously.

"It's the cleanest thing I've ever done, and I like it. Did you, at least, find something you enjoy doing, Potter?"

Harry nodded. "I'm playing quid-umm-sports. I'm a seeker."

Malfoy smiled. "You were always something to watch."

Harry looked at him, almost surprised. Malfoy smirked and spread a little, as though reminding him that he was naked. Harry lowered his head, embarrassed, again. Malfoy's hand came up, and his soft fingers brought his chin up.

"What's wrong? There's no harm in looking. I don't mind."

"But... we know each other. We hated each other for a long time. This doesn't bug you?" he asked, stunned.

Malfoy shrugged. "I learned humility after the... Tom-thing. Stripping is cathartic for me. This is me." He held his arms out, again. "Free from my father's designs and influence. Free from being the stuck-up ponce I was. I control my life, and I don't have to hide behind anything."

Harry couldn't deny that logic.

Malfoy tilted his head. "And I don't hate you. Not sure I ever did."

Harry looked at him a bit surprised.

"But... you have at least twenty minutes left. You have two options. You could leave if you're uncomfortable. My boss might refund you some of the money, though it's doubtful."

Harry frowned.

"Or... I can continue? You... or rather your ex... did pay for a whole hour."

Harry coughed. "You can't be serious!"

"Deadly... but my boss gets mad if I walk out on customers... anyway. And you haven't seen half of what I can do," Malfoy whispered, seductively.

"I don't want to get you in trouble," Harry mumbled.

He sighed. "You won't. King of the Stage, remember? I've been here for a few years. It was just a suggestion that I continue with your private show."

Harry was surely beat red as he stared open-mouthed at him. "You really want to? I mean... I'm...umm... me and you're... you."

Malfoy put his hands on his knees, and Harry felt like he was being electrocuted as he pushed them open. "I want to." He moved in between his legs, as his hands moved up and down his thigh. Harry sucked in a breath and couldn't look away from him. "You saved me. Did you know that? I don't mean just the fire. You saved me from a life that I hated. A life of slavery. So, yes. I want to do this for you, Harry. Please, let me."

Harry was speechless. Malfoy had called him by his first name. His fingers still were pressing into his leg, urging him to give in to temptation.

"Please, Harry."

Against all logic and possible consequences, he nodded. He wanted him to continue.

Malfoy smirked. "You won't regret it. But I do have to ask... do you mind if I touch you?" he purred, as his hands massaged his legs. "All... chaste... spots... I still have to follow the... rules."

Harry moaned as Draco's fingers pressed hard into the soft part of his groin.

"That wasn't a yes..." Malfoy said as he pulled his hands back to his knees. "I wouldn't want to make you... uncomfortable."

"You aren't," Harry breathed, as Malfoy spread his legs wider and came closer. "Please...."

Malfoy smirked, wider. "Anything for you, Harry." His hands crept up to his waistline to his shirt. "My, you have upgraded your look. You're almost a respectable gay, now."

"Ginny... she..." he muttered, but stopped when Draco's hands unbuttoned his shirt, opening up his chest, and then started touching his now open body.

"Well, she has taste. I didn't think that you changed that much..." he drawled, as he lowered his head to kiss his bare skin. Harry squirmed under the contact. Malfoy chuckled and looked up into his eyes. "Ticklish, are you? That's always... dangerous." He brought his head down to assault his skin by sucking, noisily.

"Fucking hell!" Harry exclaimed.

"Language, Potter. I hope you don't mind marks," he said, sucking on another spot for a few seconds.

Harry tried to keep from laughing, but it was hard, as Malfoy's fingers were exploring his sides and chest. Draco tortured his stomach and chest before lifting to stare into Harry's eyes. He did his slither-dance between his legs, as he rubbed his legs, again. Fuck, he stared at Malfoy's eyes and had the irresistible urge to touch his unbearably taut chest. His hand twitched and reached up. Quicker than a snake, Malfoy's hand lunged to grab his hand before he made contact.

Harry jerked. "I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean..." he rambled, as Malfoy's hand still had him.

He just smirked. "Tut tut. Touching is against the rules. I'm going to have to make sure that you don't break the rules, again."

Harry didn't know what that meant, but he froze as Malfoy leaned down with his free hand and pulled a pair of blue fuzzy handcuffs from under the chair. He locked the captured hand in one side. Harry took deep breaths and did nothing to stop him.

"I keep these here for bad customers who can't follow the rules. Now, put your other hand behind the chair," he ordered.

Harry did, his body rigid in anticipation. Holy fuck. He never imagined this could be so... good. Malfoy smiled and pressed into him. His cheek nearly next to his as his long arms reached around to lock his hands together. Harry felt shivers run through him, again. Good ones. Malfoy turned his head so he could stare into his grey eyes. He was so close. Malfoy then guided his finger to a button.

"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.