His arms slipped back around Harry's waist, letting his hands settle around the small of his back. He wanted him close for as long as this lasted, no matter the growing discomfort of the tight (now tighter) fitting jeans he'd chosen tonight. It too good, felt too good. He let the beat carry him, moving his body sensually against Harry's to the deepening beat surrounding them.
His fingers pressed against the bare skin of Harry's back as he lead them further into the music, and into each other. In that moment, the rest of the partygoers disappeared. All he knew was the man in his arms, and the way they moved together.