Harry's heart skipped a beat, but he tried to shrug it off. "Sure," he said casually. "I'm still pretty buzzed."

Draco scoffed as they began walking the short route between hotels that would lead them to the beach. "Not drunk enough to pass out after almost being hospitalised like the rest?"

"No," Harry countered. "But drunk enough to go wandering off on a midnight stroll with a stranger." He arched an eyebrow at Draco, who gave him a wolfish smile back.

"Surely we're not strangers now?" he asked as they strolled. "We got our grooms home in one piece, that counts as some sort of bonding, right?"

Harry was sticking to his resolve to play it cool. "I don't know," he said, almost serious. "It don't think it counts until I get him back to London, there's still plenty of opportunities for him to find trouble yet."

"You're from London too?" Draco asked surprised, and Harry felt a thrill that his not-so-subtle hint had worked.

"Most of us," he said, delighted. "I am at least." His mind was already running away with him as the two of them talked about where exactly they were from, carrying on their walk until they reached the edge of the beach. It became less of a holiday romance if you lived and worked within half an hour of each other back home.

They stopped as the concrete turned to sand, looking out over the horizon. It was actually much later than Harry though, or earlier depending on what way you looked at it. Where the sky kissed the sea, a blur of purples and reds were melting into the dark, starry sky. Harry bit his lip, suddenly nervous. It was beautiful and Draco was beautiful, and here they were standing together in the quietness that seemed deafening compared to the onslaught of the bar's sound system not an hour earlier. Only the lapping of the waves broke through the silence, and he snuck a look at Draco.

His heart lurched as he realised Draco was already looking at him, and snapped his gaze back down, hearing Draco snigger. "Come on," he said, and began yanking his shoes and socks off.

Harry didn't question, just followed suit, shoving his socks into his trainers and rolling up his jeans. Draco had already stepped onto the sand, so Harry did likewise, feeling it cool and soft between his toes. Fishing boats bobbed in the distance, and Harry could taste the salt in the air as they got closer and closer to the waves.

Draco suddenly chucked his shoes to the ground and hopped the last few strides into the surf, whooping like a child as he splashed into the gentle waves. "Come on Harry!" he cried, grinning wickedly, kicking up water. "Let's wash some of that sambuca off you!"

Harry's stomach dipped, but he wouldn't let any doubt show on his face. Instead he grabbed Draco's shoes and dropped both pairs a safe distance from the lapping water, before slowly walking over.

The sea felt delicious on his skin, and he bent down to pull his jeans up higher so they wouldn't get wet. When he stood again, Draco's face was in front of his own.

"Finally," he murmured, and seized either side of Harry's head, pulling him in to a deep and fervent kiss. Harry melted immediately, grabbing hungrily for Draco's white blond hair, loving it was a soft to the touch as it looked, massaging Draco's tongue with his own as their lips ground down, a moan thrumming up his throat and into their mouths.

The moment stretched out, until Harry suddenly pulled back. "What do you mean, finally?" he scolded, feeling dangerously playful. "I've basically been trying to snog you since you tipped my drinks order down me!"

Draco dropped his head and looked at Harry like he was his prey. "Really," he said, his voice low. "You wanted our first kiss so be in that sweatbox, surrounded by our wasted mates, slipping in beer, rather than on the beach, all alone with the sunrise?"

Harry blinked, looked out at the magnificent vista beside them, then back at the man in his arms. "Oh," he said.

"Oh," Draco repeated smugly, running his fingers against the nape of Harry's neck and down his back.

Harry's eyes fluttered half shut. "So, you wanted to kiss me too?" he breathed.

"Oh god yes," Draco sighed, before launching back in full force. "You were all drenched and flustered, right in front of me," he mumbled between kisses and gasps of air. "I was planning how to get you that way again for half the night."

Harry smiled into his mouth, running his hands down Draco's back and slipping them over his jeans to grab a handful of tight cheeks. "Not drenched now though," he admonished. "Just feet, doesn't count."

Draco's hands slipped like lightning to the buttons on Harry's shirt. "That can be easily fixed," Draco rasped, working on popping each button free as Harry finally got his wish and nipped in by Draco's ear to kiss the pale skin along his jaw line. In seconds he was bare-chested and Draco was throwing the shirt back up the beach where their shoes were sat. Next came Harry's hands under Draco's t-shirt, peeling it off him to reveal the toned body Harry knew was hiding under there, and he couldn't seem to touch enough of him.

Draco pulled away though with a smirk, attacking his own belt and fly to tug his chinos off. Harry watched him, grin wide on his face before he pulled off his glasses and put them in his pocket, then followed his example. He hurriedly relieving himself of his jeans, hopping up and down and slinging them back up with the rest of their clothes, hoping neither his hotel key card or glasses had slipped out of his pockets, but also not really caring.

Draco grabbed his hand, slamming their bodies back together, so much better now there was only boxers in their way. In a tangled mess of limbs they stumbled further into the cold water, but Harry was burning so hot with desire he hardly even noticed. The sea swallowed them up until they were chest deep and half floating in each others' arms.

"You're so beautiful," he moaned, hand working his way between Draco's legs, palming his stiff erection through the sodden material of his underwear.

"Fuck I want you," Draco moaned back, outdoing Harry by pushing his fingers under the elastic of his boxers and forcing them down. Harry was only too happy to help, kicking them free and not caring where they went once he realised Draco had done the same. They were naked now, in the soft haze of dawn, locked together as the waves caressed their whole bodies.

Harry took Draco firmly in his hand as the kiss crashed back together, gasping as Draco did the same, squeezing his cock firmly. "This is mine now," he growled possessively, and Harry thought his insides might have turned to liquid and drifted into the sea itself.

He smirked though, gliding his hand up and down Draco's length, loving how it made his breath catch and eyes flutter. "You have to do a bit more work than that to claim it," he rumbled, catching Draco's earlobe and sucking it, grazing his teeth along the soft flesh. "Show me how much you want it."

Draco took him by surprise and shoved him forcefully backwards, towards the beach so Harry was momentarily submerged before he resurfaced, coughing and spluttering in shock. He scrambled onto his elbows but Draco was already dropping over him, towering down as he straddled Harry's hips and grabbed him for another fierce kiss. "There we go," he said happily. "Drenched, just like I wanted."

Harry wasn't giving in that easily though, and wrapped his thighs around Draco's torso, rolling them so Draco was on his back, the water crashing over him and plastering that gorgeous white blond hair to his face.

He barked out a laugh and swept it back, looking like something out of a swimsuit catalogue, glistening in the dim morning light and locking Harry with a feral gaze. "I like a fighter," he growled, arching his hips so they rubbed together, slippery with the salt water and jolting electricity up Harry's spine.

Harry dropped down onto his elbows, scooping Draco up as their bellies flattened together and their cocks slid into an impossibly snug fit, pressing against each other as they both rocked back and forth, faster and faster. What Harry really wanted was to flip Draco over and ease inside him, fill him up and spill his hot cum within him while he screamed his name. But without a condom or lube he'd just have to make do with what they had.

Next time, he told himself, very much hoping there would be a next time.

He realised though as he pulled back from their kiss and studied Draco's ecstasy drawn face, he wanted them to be front on like this, he wanted to watch him as he became unravelled, to study his face as they crested their climax as one. Oh yes, there would definitely be a next time. "Come for me baby," he whispered, kissing him lightly then locking their eyes until Draco couldn't take any more and squeezed them shut. Harry allowed himself to do the same, losing himself as he shattered into a million pieces, blinding light bursting behind his eyelids.

Sometime later, Harry roused from his stupor, wrapped around Draco as the sea cradled them in their sated haze. Draco kissed him, tenderly, running his hands gently over all the skin he could reach. "Aren't you glad I doused you in all that cheap sambuca now?" he asked as the sun crested the waves, breaking the dawn fully over their beach.

Harry kissed him back, resting his hand on his wet chest. "I think I preferred the part where you washed it off again," he told him happily.

The End

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