Same disclaimer as always, don't own. Also, decided to censor on FF, for the uncensored version see the version on Archive, of the same name.

Chapter 7

Dean took a deep breath before knocking on Harry's door that night. It was almost 7, and there was no way that he was going to be late for their first date. It was only a moment before the door opened to reveal Hermione, she let him in looking him over, he guessed to make sure that he wasn't wearing something inappropriate. He was actually dressed pretty well, in a form fitting black tee and dark wash jeans, at least for him.

"Come in, Harry will be out in a few minutes, he just has a few finishing touches. I assume that him being Lily will be alright for tonight? He just got the cutest dress while we were out shopping today and it would be a shame to let it just sit in the back of his closet." Hermione sat him down on the couch and headed towards the bedroom, hopefully to hurry Harry along, not to prolong his wait. Settling in to wait, Dean made himself comfortable on the couch.

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Harry was putting the finishing touches on his hair when Hermione came back into the room. Turning to her, he held his hands out to his side in silent askance of her opinion and making a full circle turn.

"You look beautiful Harry, it really is unfair that you look better in that dress than most women," Hermione came towards him, smoothing the front of his dress and cupping his face in her hands. "Have a good time, and just remember that you deserve to be happy. I'm probably going to head back to Draco tonight, so floo me and let me know how it goes."

"Of course 'Mione. Just take it easy on Draco? I can't even believe that I asked you that, that git deserves most of what you put him through." Harry smiled at his friend, steeling himself before heading out into his living room.

Dean lost his breath, Harry was beautiful. Dressed in an emerald green sleeveless, knee length dress that had a lace overlay and a slight V-neck. Letting his eyes wander down, he noticed that Harry was also wearing the tallest heels that he had ever seen that were silver and with what looked like snakes wrapped around them up to about mid-calf. Looking back up he noticed that his date looked a little nervous with the scrutiny that he was under. "You look beautiful."

"Thanks, you look great yourself." Harry smiled and breathed a sigh of relief, he was worried with how long Dean was taking to look him over. He had never gone on a date before with someone who knew him as both a man and a woman. It was really was nerve racking. He wasn't sure if he had made the right choice when he decided to go with the dress tonight, but was hopeful that the look in Dean's eyes was his approval of Harry's choice.

The two headed out to the impala, Dean had decided on a nice dinner and a walk in the nearby park, wanting to come off as a romantic guy. Once they got to the restaurant, Dean made sure to pull out Harry's chair, and ordered some nice wine. He hadn't really dated much, but hoped that his efforts would later reward him. That dress was really distracting, and just knowing that there was a very fit body underneath it, yeah Dean was ready to throw romance out the window and just ravish Harry right there on the table.

Dinner seemed to go pretty well and the walk that they were enjoying in companionable silence was really nice, but Dean was having a really hard time concentrating on anything that wasn't sex related. He knew that he would eventually want to go that direction, but felt that Harry was worth the extra effort of not trying to score on the first date.

"So…" Dean broke the silence.

"Yes?" Harry turned to him and looked up, and in that moment Dean was lost. He swooped down on those luscious lips that he had only tasted twice before, pulling the lithe body closer. Harry gasped at the quick change in direction that their date had undergone, Dean took that as an invitation to continue his exploration of the sweet cavern from the previous day.

The kiss got progressively hotter, until Harry had somehow been pressed into a tree, the two rutting against each other like men starved for physical contact. Which if Harry had had a moment to think about it, he might have been and then tomorrow morning he would not have been very surprised by the outcome of tonight.

"Lets go back to your place." Harry shivered as Dean said in a voice that was rough with need. He had originally thought of taking things slow with Harry, but something had switched his brain off almost from the moment that Harry had walked out of the room wearing that dress.

"Sure" Harry moaned. As the two made it back to the car, the ride really was too long, so Harry took it upon himself to tease his mate a little. Brushing feather-light kisses down the side of Deans neck, he let his hands wander. It wasn't a moment later that those hands had found their way to the hard prize waiting for them. At the first tentative touch, Dean let out a moan, which encouraged Harry to continue.

Unzipping the jeans keeping him from what he wanted Harry eased out the hard cock that he had only, as of yet, felt through several layers of clothing. It was quite intimidating. Harry had never even gotten this far with anyone before. He was able to satisfy his Veela with comforting touches from the Weasleys and Hermione most of the time, and when that just wouldn't do Harry would just hole up in his room until the feeling had passed.

The organ was heavy in his hand, colored a deep red with a large vein that ran up the underside of it. Deciding to see how turned on he could get his mate in the short drive back to the motel Harry experimentally moved his hand up and down a few times, urged on by the encouraging noises Dean was making. Not daring to look at the other mans face, Harry decided to just go for it, he wanted to see what his mate tasted like. His Veela was beginning to get restless, enjoying the physical contact, but still wanting more.

With out wanting to think much more on it, Harry took a deep breath and decided to just swallow Deans cock whole, which turned out to be a bad idea since it caused him to gag the moment it hit the back of his throat. Wasn't that how a blow job was done? He was fairly certain that was what he remembered from the one time that he had managed to get himself to watch some porn during one of his needier self-induced seclusion's.

It was then that his Veela instincts started to take over, being able to better feel what would make his mate feel good, Harry backed off the massive organ, beginning to start again with some kitten licks to the head, which elicited a moan of appreciation from the man above him. It probably wasn't but a few minutes before the car was stopped and Dean was bringing Harry back up to claim his lips in a bruising kiss, and stealthily zipping his pants enough to not be hanging out on their way from the car to the room.

The minute they were out of the car, Dean scooped Harry up, reattaching their lips and grabbing two handfuls of the glorious backside he had admired. Stumbling slightly on their way to the door, Harry handed his key over, Dean unlocking the door and pressing Harry up against the entrance way wall while kicking it shut behind him. The two continued to kiss and rub together, Harry's hands still roaming and Dean exploring every inch of the tight body he had against him.

"Please… Dean." Harry moaned as Dean was kissing and sucking on the pale, smooth skin of Harry's neck.

"Hmmm…" Dean replied, loving the way that he was causing the smaller man to fall apart, particularly the moan he had just elicited with the spot he had just nipped.

"Please, I need you to touch me" Harry was trying to say what he wanted, but he wasn't sure what is was that he needed to say. It was this feeling that he needed to be filled, he wanted Dean to claim him, the Veela inside of him needing to be claimed by their dominant now that they had found each other.

"I am touching you." Dean was enjoying this game, and decided that it was time to take it a little further, moving them into the bedroom and laying harry on the bed beneath him. He decided that they were both wearing way too much clothing, pulling his shirt off over his head. He moved on to the dress Harry was wearing, pulling it up and over his head.