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Draco was standing in front of the luminous sign, eyes carefully scanning the Muggles chatting other there, posh drinks in their hands, long coats hiding the costumes they were actually wearing – Lax? Lace? Velvet? Draco shouldn’t have been so curious about it, really.

“Are you coming or not?”

Potter was near the entrance, a careful smile on his face. He had a hand opened in Draco’s direction, a sign of invitation.

Draco sighed, a little shaky, and walked towards him, tiny steps into the night, until he was under the bright light. Potter linked their hands and they entered the place.

 

 

***

 

 

While they were ordering drinks, “Never been to a Muggle sex club before?” Potter asked, even though he knew how things were.

Draco found himself nodding while looking at a couple who was trying a flogger, rainbow lights all over the place making him feel right and wrong in ways he couldn’t describe. “There’s a first time for everything, I guess,” he commented.

Potter found his hand once again, “C’mon,” he exclaimed, managing to carry two glasses with his other one. “Let’s find somewhere to sneak in.”

Draco couldn’t stop his voice from tremble, when he replied “Yes, Master.”

 

 

***

 

 

The scene had just started, when Draco spoke into Potter’s ear, more a whisper than anything.

“Harry, red .”

Nothing made him feel more ashamed than having to safeword, but Potter had insisted on trying something new, and even if Draco had been advised it wouldn’t have been the easiest to settle his feelings down in a place like a BDSM club, he hadn’t expected to not even last enough for the first scene to be over.

Potter hands were immediately over his face. “Ssh, it’s okay, we’re leaving.”

Draco wanted to puke.

 

 

***

 

 

“What wasn’t okay?” Potter asked in the cold night.

They were sitting in a park not too far from the club, Potter patiently waiting for Draco to calm down and finish his cigarette.

Draco blew once, twice before, “Too impersonal?” he tried, not even sure it was the right answer. He just knew something had been wrong the entire time.

He sighed, when he felt Potter’s hands squeezing at his hips. “I know,” Harry spoke. “You like it best this way.” He was referring to his hands over Draco’s body, his attention directed towards Draco only .

Draco simply nodded, blowing white smoke above his head.