Harry's eyes were closed; he had become a being of pure sensation. It had been ages upon ages since he'd been aware of his body in such an erotic way. He gasped loudly when he felt the words being pressed into his ear along with a hard, hot length along his stomach and part of his own straining shaft, but the music covered him.
Mouth hanging open, panting for air as he struggled to contain himself, Harry let the man carry him along, deeper into the dance floor where the heat and sparkling fairy lights were so thick as to be almost overwhelming.