Harry placed his hands flat on the firm chest before him, meaning to push the man away for a bit more space. However, the firm muscles he found, the peaked nubs beneath thin cotton, made Harry crowd closer. They rocked and turned in time with the fast music, close without spilling into lewd grinding, though Harry wanted to.
This man made him want like he hadn't in years, and it was only the flash of Draco's white face in front of his eyes, similarly dancing and covered in glistening sweat, that kept Harry from melting into his dance partner completely.