Welcome to Paradise

Disclaimer: I solemnly swear that I do not own Harry Potter and/or any other characters used in this fic. They are all property of J.K. Rowling.

A/N: I wrote this as a present to Masochistic Angel, who also posts on this site, because he is convinced I don't write enough dom!Harry fics, ;) Enjoy!


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The blazing hot sun beat down on Harry's bronze body as he lay, stretched luxuriously out on a beach towel. His dark sunglasses covered his startling green eyes but his body earned many an interested glance from passing girls and few men.

The white sand was hot around him as he lay there, soaking up the sun and tanning his body to a perfect golden brown. He winced as the sound of an argument reached his ears.

"Ron, I told you to wear sunscreen! We're in Hawaii for god's sake! Did you think it wouldn't be sunny in the middle of March?"

"Well, Hermione," a male voice responded viciously. "I don't see any, do you?"

"Guys," Harry sighed, flipping over and pushing himself into a sitting position on the towel. He took off his sunglasses, perching them on top of his messy black hair.

He looked over to where his two friends sat, facing each other and still glaring furiously at the other. Harry sighed. He had known them since he had been a little kid. They had all lived next door to each other in the same neighborhood for years, had gone to elementary, middle, and high school together, and now were attending UCLA in California together.

It was currently spring break and they were sitting on a gorgeous beach in Maui. Harry looked over at Ron whose face was red as a lobster, nearly matching his hair. He was still glaring at Hermione who looked haughtily back. Harry knew neither would ever admit to being wrong, though he had to admit that Hermione had a point. Ron should definitely have used some sunscreen.

"Relax, guys," Harry said, trying to keep the peace. He didn't want them arguing any more than was necessary. "We're in Maui, just concentrate on something else, okay?"

Ron scowled and Hermione sniffed knowingly. Harry rolled his eyes at his friends. They had never seemed to get along completely, always fighting about something or other. If it wasn't sunscreen then it was how Ron packed his suitcase or some other stupid thing.

Harry decided the best thing to do would be to ignore them for the time being and hope it passed. He flipped back over, settling himself back on the towel, stretching his tall body out on the sand. The sun shone down and warmed the taut muscles of his stomach, toned from much Tennis practice.

He sighed contentedly and slipped his sunglasses back over his eyes just as a blonde boy with gleaming hair walked by with a dark-haired boy and girl.

"Hey, Drake," Blaise called and Draco turned and scowled at him for the use of his nickname.

"What?" he asked.

"Let's just stop here," Blaise said, coming to a stop near the base of a towering palm tree. Draco paused, looking up to where the palm trees branches were swaying in the light wind coming off the ocean.

"Alright," he agreed. Blaise looked relieved as he set down the things he'd been carrying. Pansy dumped her stuff on the ground unceremoniously, peeling off the over-sized tee shirt she'd been wearing to reveal a tiny blue and white bikini underneath, looking very skimpy, even on her skinny body.

She threw it to the side and sighed. Blaise just rolled his eyes, spreading out the low beach chairs and towels. He and Draco sat down in them, stretching out their legs into the hot sun.

Pansy looked down at them and frowned.

"While you two sit here and burn to a crisp, I'm going to go find a little fun," she said with a smirk, turning and walking toward the shoreline where there was a cluster of men gathered around with surfboards.

Draco glanced over to Blaise and smirked.

"I think we can find some fun of our own just fine right here," he said devilishly. Blaise grinned at him and settled down in his chair, preparing to relax completely.

Draco looked around the beach, taking in the many people in skimpy bathing suits. The waves beat lightly against the shoreline, lapping at the waters edge. He was very glad to be there.

His father had protested greatly when he had announced he would be leaving England for a week to vacation in America. He was afraid that Draco's studies would be affected. Personally Draco could care less about what his father wanted, but he was expected to take over the family business once he left the University. His parents owned a very prominent chain of clothes stores in London and Paris.

Draco had disregarded his fathers warnings and jetted off with his friends, Blaise and Pansy, to America, completely prepared to do absolutely nothing for a week. All he wanted to do was lay about on the beach, order those drinks with the tiny umbrellas in them and maybe find someone to hook up with.

Draco sunk into his chair, resting his feet on the warm sand and closed his eyes. The dazzling Hawaiian sun shone down, bouncing off the rolling ocean and the green palm trees. A light breeze blew off the ocean, rustling the leaves of the tropical plants that grew around the edge of the beach.

Birds could be heard twittering over the noise of the ocean. Laughter and yells came from down the beach as people played and ran around. Draco felt completely relaxed sitting underneath the palm tree, his pale body partially shaded from the beating sun.

He cracked open an eye as his peace was disturbed by angry voices from nearby.

"It was right here!"

"Well, I didn't take it, Ron!"

"Ron, Hermione, just shut up!"

Draco sat up, determined to find out who was disturbing his quiet. He looked around and his gaze fell on a group of three people sitting about 30 feet down the beach.

A tall red-head who was extremely burnt from the sun, a girl with long, wavy, brown hair, and a boy who Draco immediately took note of. His perfectly tanned body rippled as he moved around to glare at his friends who'd been arguing loudly. His hair was dark, nearly black, and messy as all get-out, giving him that just-fucked look that many people attempted but few succeeded.

"Listen you two," the boy said hotly. "If you don't stop arguing, I'm not going to stay here with you!"

The boy and girl had the decency to look embarrassed as their friend glared at them.

"We're sorry, Harry," the boy apologized. "It's just, I can't find my iPod."

"You left it in the hotel, remember?" Harry asked, rolling his eyes.

"Oh yeah..." the boy said slowly as it dawned on him. Harry scoffed and shook his head.

Draco watched for a moment more as the raven-haired boy rolled his eyes again as he looked at his friends. Draco's eyes lingered over his taut muscles before he turned back to looking straight ahead, but not before Harry caught him staring.

At first, Harry was angry that a complete stranger would listen to his conversation with his friends. When he thought about it though, they had been talking rather loudly. It was a miracle the entire beach wasn't looking at them.

He glanced again at the boy who was lounging in a low beach chair. His skin was pale but not in a bad way. It was more of a milky white, giving him a kind of sheen. His short blonde hair was tousled as the wind blew through it. He was shirtless, only wearing a pair of swimming trunks.

Harry's eyes roved over the boy's slim waist, licking his lips as he imagined just what was underneath those swimming trunks. He realized what he was doing though and quickly snapped himself out of it and looked over to find Hermione watching him intently, a knowing smirk on her lips.

"What?" he asked, hoping he hadn't been caught.

"Oh, nothing," she said loftily with a glance over to where the boy sat. "But I agree.”

“You agree?” he asked skeptically. His friends knew of his preferences and had always been supportive.

“He’s cute,” she said, looking over once more.

“Who is?” Ron interrupted, just coming into the conversation.

“That guy over there,” Hermione said, indicating with a nod of her head where Draco sat with Blaise. Blaise stretched at that moment, his gleaming body glistening in the sun.

“That guy?” Ron asked, giving them a disbelieving look. Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes.

“No, the blonde. Although, that guy isn’t too bad either,” she said with an appreciative scan of his body.

Ron scowled as Hermione continued to watch Blaise. She pulled herself out of it finally and looked at Harry.

“You gonna go for it?” she asked matter-of-factly.

“You think I should?” Harry asked, looking closely at the blond once more. He watched as the boy slid lower in his chair, tilting his head back relaxedly in the chair.

“Why not?” Hermione asked, giving him a nudge in the ribs and raising her eyebrows suggestively. He gave her a withering look. He got the feeling sometimes that she was only his friend so she could watch him make out with hot guys.

“What if he’s straight?” Harry asked, as though it was obvious. Hermione shrugged and was about to reply when a skinny, dark-haired girl ran up to the guys on the beach.

Ron gaped as he stared at the girl who stopped in front of the boys. She was talking to them but they couldn’t hear what was being said. She put her hands on her hips as she looked down at the boys.

Then she suddenly sat down in the blonde boys lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. She smiled at him and kissed his cheek before climbing up. She turned to the dark-haired boy and grabbed his hand, pulling him off the chair.

The blonde just shook his head as the other boy and girl walked off in the opposite direction.

Harry just raised a skeptical eyebrow as he turned back to Hermione.

“Yeah, he’s gay alright,” he said sarcastically.

Hermione frowned as she watched to blonde who had reached over, showing his smooth backside, and grabbed a book out of a bag then settled back in the chair to read.

“He might not be,” she said slowly, sounding hopeful. “You never know. That could have been something totally different.”

“Yeah, right,” Harry muttered. He looked back over at the blonde once more, wondering exactly how straight he was.

A few moments later, the dark-haired girl and boy returned. The boy settled himself back down in the chair while the girl ran off down the beach once more.

Draco looked over at Blaise as he sat down in the chair.

“Have fun?” he drawled. Blaise just rolled his eyes.

“Be glad she listens to you,” he said. “I can’t believe I let her drag me off, just to get my opinion on some guy she wants.”

“Well, you do have excellent taste,” Draco said with a smirk.

“Of course, I do,” Blaise replied simply, leaning back in his chair. “I picked Seamus, didn’t I? Everyone loves him.”

They sat in silence for a few moments until Draco felt something prickling on the back of his neck. He turned slowly to find a pair of bright green eyes resting on him. The dark-haired boy didn’t look ashamed at being caught, only held his gaze for a few seconds before looking away.

Draco watched him carefully, wondering what he was doing. Then he nudged Blaise in the ribs slightly. Blaise sat up, clearly disturbed by the interruption.

“What?” he asked crossly.

Draco didn’t answer at once. Instead, he motioned over to where the Harry sat, now lying back down on the towel, his tanned body glistening in the sun. Blaise’s eyes slid appreciatively over Harry’s taut stomach and golden skin. He raised an eyebrow and turned back to Draco.

“The next victim?” he asked. Draco scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“He’s been staring at me,” Draco said quietly so that the boy wouldn’t hear.

“So? Have you forgotten that getting stared at by a gorgeous guy is not a bad thing?”

“I’m well aware of that. What do you think?”

“First Pansy, now you,” Blaise sighed and Draco glared at him. “Okay, okay.”

“Just tell me what you think,” Draco said simply.

“Alright, well, good abs, nice skin, great hair. Can’t tell from this angle but probably has a nice ass too. That hair is perfect if you like it rough, which I know you do. All in all, he’s hot. I’d do him.”

“But unfortunately you have a boyfriend,” Draco said threateningly. He wanted this guy for himself.

“Not unfortunately. I’m quite happy.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Draco muttered, not paying attention anymore.

His eyes were once again drawn to the raven-haired boy. He was rubbing suntan lotion over his biceps and stomach now. Draco’s eyes were drawn lower as Harry rubbed the lotion over his gleaming body.

He told himself to get a grip and decided to go for a walk. He rose from his chair as Blaise watched. He brushed any sand he might have gotten on himself as he looked around, deciding to walk down the beach towards where there were some shops.

“I’m going for a walk,” he told Blaise.

“Mkay,” Blaise said noncommittally.

Draco decided not to comment on his friends lack of caring and took off down the beach, walking at a leisurely pace. He strutted past where Harry sat with his hands. He stopped putting on sunscreen to watch the blond walk past.

“Harry?”

Harry looked over to see Ron watching him. He sighed, knowing he’d been caught once again, but the blonde was just so hot he couldn’t stop himself.

“Yeah, Ron?” he asked, resigning himself to the fact that he wasn’t going to get out of this easily.

“I think I lost the hotel key,” Ron said slowly. Harry sighed, partly out of relief that he wasn’t getting any more pushing to go after the blonde and partly because of his friend’s stupidity.

“Ron,” he groaned and Ron shrugged apologetically. He was about to say it was alright when Hermione butted in.

“You lost your key?!” she exclaimed, turning around to berate him. “How could you do that, Ron?!”

“Well, I don’t know!” he replied indignantly. “It’s not like I do it on purpose!”

“Sure seems like it sometimes!”

“Well, I don’t!”

Harry sighed in frustration as his friends continued to argue. He got up without them noticing, standing up on the warm sand. He rolled his eyes as he looked down on them, still arguing furiously.

He just couldn’t take it anymore. He walked away slowly from their spot on the beach, looking back when he was a ways away. He could still see them squaring off against each other. He shook his head and continued on his way down the beach.

As he walked, he saw the same girl in the blue and white bikini who had been standing with the blonde boy and his friend. She was standing next to a few tanned surfers and flirting shamelessly. The guys were grinning at her as she simpered and smiled charmingly.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows as he walked past. If she was flirting with these guys then surely she wasn’t with the blonde? He pondered on that thought as he continued on his way down the beach, through the maze of sand castles and holes that had been dug by children earlier in the day.

Most of the children were gone now, leaving only the college students letting loose on their break from school. A Frisbee sailed past Harry’s head as he trudged through the sand, his dark sunglasses sitting over his eyes, guarding them from the bright sun.

As he walked by, more than a few people stopped what they were doing to watch him. His body shone in the sun like that of a Greek god. His chiseled good looks were enough to draw anyone’s attention.

He ignored the whistles and wolf calls he received while walking casually through the sand and down the beach. He couldn’t help the smirk that worked its way onto his face though as he passed many gawkers staring at his body.

Finally, he reached a spot where the edge of the beach was surrounded by tourist shops and many restaurants, offering what they claimed to be true Hawaiian cuisine. Harry bypassed most of these shops, having no interest in their products.

As he came to the end of the line of shops he caught sight of a head of silvery-blond hair standing on the little boardwalk, leaning against the railing just outside a shop. Harry hesitated for a second then seemed to make up his mind. He gave a small smirk as he strolled toward where the boy stood.

Draco looked up when he felt a cool shadow fall over him. He straightened up and turned to see the same boy from the beach standing beside him. The boy joined him in his leaning against the railing, staring out at the beach where people were splashing in the waves.

“Nice day, isn’t it?” the raven-haired boy commented off-handedly.

“Nicer than most,” Draco replied, not taking his eyes off the beach and ocean waves that crashed against the shore.

“You’re British,” Harry said, sounding surprised.

“And you’re American,” Draco drawled, now turning to look at the boy. Up close he saw that he had the most gorgeous set of green eyes he had ever seen. Dashes of gold could be seen splashed in them.

He wondered why this boy would be making such stupid conversation with him. Though the boy was beautiful, that didn’t make up for him being stupid as well. The boy frowned at the comment, apparently caught off-guard at Draco’s sarcasm.

“I like that. It’s hot,” Harry said casually, coming to himself. He could see that his comment was unexpected by the blonde boy. Obviously he hadn’t been expecting Harry to say something like that. He smirked as the blonde boy looked flustered.

He leaned in to the boy, sliding a hand around his waist lightly.

“Want to go somewhere?” he whispered, sliding his tongue seductively over the boy’s ear and blowing hot air across it.

Draco couldn’t believe how forward this boy was being but he wasn’t one to waste an opportunity either. He pulled back from the raven-haired boy, a smirk on his face as he regarded him.

“Why, what kind of boy do you think I am, sir?” he asked in a deceiving tone. Then he leaned in to Harry’s neck, placing a kiss just below his ear. “Because whatever you’re thinking, is no where near close.”

Harry visibly shuddered at the words the boy was whispering in his ear. He felt the boy give his neck a little nip before moving away, still smirking at him.

Harry wasted no time grabbing the boy’s hand and dragging him off the beach.

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Draco was slammed roughly up against the cold tile of a shower stall. The curtain was jerked closed around them, blocking out the rest of the facility. For being a public use shower, it was impressively clean, used mainly by surfers to wash off the sand before going home.

The white tiled walls sparkled and the shiny silver of the showerhead gleamed in a light filtering in through the windows placed around the room.

Draco had no time to take in their location as Harry crashed his lips down upon his own, kissing him roughly. He pushed his body closer, feeling Draco’s already growing erection through the thin material of his swimming trunks.

Draco moaned into the kiss as Harry deepened it, thrusting his tongue deep inside the hot, receptive mouth. He bit down on Draco’s lower lip, drawing it into his mouth slowly, savoring the taste.

Draco groaned and pressed his body upward recklessly, bringing his erection into contact with Harry’s pulsing cock. Harry broke the kiss with a gasp as he felt Draco’s hardness pressing into his own. His cock gave a twitch as Draco smirked at him, his eyes glittering mischievously.

He reached down and grabbed Draco’s hips, pushing them forcefully back against the wall. Draco scowled at him but only momentarily as Harry kissed him once more, bringing him into a passionate dance of the tongues, swirling around tasting each other.

Draco moaned into the kiss as Harry pressed his hips tightly against Draco’s and began to rotate them slowly, punctuating it with a thrust every so often. Draco’s arms wound around Harry’s neck, wandering up in the mess of hair, twining around the dark hairs, tugging on them lightly as Harry continued to kiss him, nibbling on his lower lip.

He soon abandoned Draco’s lips for his neck, sliding his tongue hotly over the smooth, milky skin. He could hear Draco whimpering as he grew harder and harder. The sound sent blood rushing to Harry’s member as he tried to hold back. He could tell the boy needed more contact and he would give it… in time.

He bit down lightly on Draco’s neck, enjoying the hiss of pain he received. He kissed the spot lightly, running his tongue over the spot. He dipped his tongue into the hollow of Draco’s throat, sucking in his pulsing point, feeling it increase as he did so.

He continued to roll his hips into the blonde boy’s obvious erection. Draco groaned and tilted his head back, resting it against the tiled wall of the shower.

Harry let go of Draco’s hips, running them up the lithe body before him, marveling at the softness of the skin. He felt Draco squirm beneath him as he ran his hands over the pale skin.

“Ah—fuck!” Draco cursed as Harry’s fingers skimmed up his body, setting fire everywhere he touched.

Harry ignored the outburst, coming up to his eye level. He came down hard, kissing Draco hungrily, thrusting his tongue in the willing mouth, groaning as it became harsher, more passionate, fiery.

He broke from it only when the need for air had become too great. He stood panting against the boy while he continued to roll his hips torturously into the blonde’s.

“Need—more,” Draco gasped, his eyes shut. Harry swallowed and nodded, though Draco didn’t see.

He reached down and slipped a hand under the boy’s swimming trunks, teasingly stroking his throbbing cock. Draco groaned and let his head roll back, frustrated by Harry’s actions.

Harry grabbed the waist of Draco’s trunks, jerking them down and over his slim hips and to the floor. He reached out, hand wrapping around Draco’s erection, pumping it slowly.

He kissed Draco hard, slipping his tongue into the blonde’s mouth once more, caressing his tongue, biting down on his lip.

He reached around to his back pocket and pulled out a small tube of lube and a condom. Draco opened his eyes and looked at the objects in Harry’s hand, surprised.

“You certainly come prepared,” he drawled, amused by Harry’s preparedness.

Harry smirked and leaned in close to him.

“One thing you’ll learn about Americans… we’re always prepared,” he whispered before kissing Draco, catching him off-guard once more.

Harry pushed off his own shorts one-handed, kicking them off. He squeezed an amount of lube into his hand, rubbing it on his rock-hard cock. Draco moved forward to lick and bite at Harry’s neck, enjoying the moan he got in return for his actions.

He stopped once Harry inserted a finger into his opening. He closed his eyes, gasping when Harry’s finger brushed against the bundle of nerves in his body. Harry slid in another finger, just to make absolutely sure.

He slid out the fingers when he felt Draco had been properly stretched. He nudged the opening with the head of his already-leaking cock. Draco stilled as Harry pushed in, past the ring of tight muscles until he was fully sheathed within Draco’s body.

He slid halfway out then slammed back in, his hips coming in contact with the lithe body beneath his. Draco gave a low moan as Harry pulled out and thrust back in again, his cock sliding back into the warmth of Draco’s body.

“Oh, shit… fuck… come on, faster!” Draco cried, urging Harry to increase the speed of his thrusts.

Harry pulled back out, once again pounding his body into the wall in his enthusiasm. Draco didn’t seem to mind as his hips arched, moving with Harry’s thrusts as Harry hit his prostate, turning him into a puddle of goo.

“Oh god… shit… I can’t—“ Draco was mumbling incoherently as Harry pounded harder into his shorter frame.

“Fuck, don’t stop!” he managed to yell as Harry slammed back into the receptive body.

Harry thrust in as hard as he could, feeling Draco’s muscles engulf his cock every time, losing himself in the warmth and tightness of the body beneath him. His breathing became erratic as he neared his climax, pounding into Draco’s body.

He felt the muscles clench over his cock and couldn’t hold back. He came crying loudly, shooting deep inside the blonde’s body. He thrust in a last few times until he was absolutely spent, gasping for breath.

He had felt Draco cum as well, hot cum shooting over his stomach. He opened his eyes and looked at the blonde.

His eyes were closed as he leaned against the wall for support. He was still panting but seemed to be trying to catch his breath. Harry pulled out of him slowly. He moved away from the blonde, flipping on the shower and washing off his front that was covered in cum.

Once he was clean, he flipped off the water and turned to the boy still leaning up against the wall. His eyes were open now and he was smirking at Harry. He swaggered over to him, bringing up a hand to caress his cheek.

“Well, this has been one interesting vacation,” he drawled, pulling Harry in for a slow kiss.

He broke the kiss and moved back, pulling up his swimming trunks as he did so. He gave Harry a last smirk then turned and swaggered out the door.

Harry stood in the shower for a little while after that, reflecting on what had just happened. Then he smiled to himself, redressing as well and went to find Ron and Hermione.

When he returned he saw that the blonde boy and his friends were gone, along with all their belongings. Hermione immediately gave him a stern look as he sat down on the towel with her and Ron.

“Where have you been?!” she demanded.

“Just soaking up the culture,” Harry replied loftily, unable to stop the grin from coming on his face.

Hermione studied him carefully then her eyes widened in realization.

“Oh! Tell me everything! What’s he like? Is he as hot up close? What’s his name?!”

Harry sat back down on the towel, his hands behind his head, staring at the clear blue sky. He sighed happily and smiled to himself.

“I didn’t happen to catch it,” he said simply, watching as a white fluffy cloud floated over his head, ignoring the scoff he heard from Hermione and grinning widely as he watched the cloud float away, leaving only crystal clear, blue sky.


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A/N: Well? This is probably the closest I've ever gotten to a true PWP. ;) That plot always sneaks up on me, lol.

Did you like it? It's not perhaps my usual, but still good, right? :D Please review!!