Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Title: How Harry Potter Became a Pervert (3/3)
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~6600 (10k for the whole thing)
Status: Complete
Summary: Draco's prediction comes true.
Warnings: None.
Note: I am so incredibly sorry. I had so much trouble with this THING. I wangsted about this last part harder than a Mary Sue whose one true love told her to stuff it. Bloody virgin sex. If I wrote something stupid, please kick me. And again, I'm so sorry this is so late. Please don't hate me.

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How Harry Potter Became a Pervert (3/3)


When Harry shut the bedroom door, Draco jumped a little, nervous despite himself. He stared at Harry's bed, large and seriously lacking posts and a headboard one could use in pursuit of enjoyable ideas. Nonetheless, it was Harry's bed — a place Draco wanted to end up on for nearly two months. It seemed silly to be nervous and hesitant now, but there were things that bothered Draco a lot. For example, he had too many clothes on. He still had his coat and trousers and shirt, as well as his socks and shoes, and a pair of rather constricting underwear. Taking off all those pieces of clothing would take forever. Draco wouldn't last that long.

Walking towards the bedroom had been pure torture. His trousers were too tight and his legs felt wooden. The knowledge that Harry was naked under his bathrobe merely added to Draco's arousal as well as his worry. If Harry touched him, Draco was in danger of having a spontaneous orgasm and that could be very embarrassing. More to the point, if someone came early then that ought to be Potter.

He should stall, Draco decided. Take his time; make sure his hands weren't shaking.

Speaking of hands, one of Harry's had crept from behind, gently squeezing Draco's hip, before Harry yanked him harshly and turned him around. Next thing Draco knew, Harry's tongue was exploring his mouth, and Harry's hands were kneading his buttocks as he kissed Draco fiercely, pushing and manhandling him towards the bed. The threat of coming too soon became very real when Harry pushed him onto his bed, lying on top of him and shoving his leg between Draco's thighs, pressing it upwards. Harry had placed his leg so perfectly and moved it so aptly, Draco could feel his body clench in need as his balls tightened.

"Mmm ... Potter!" Draco gasped, forcefully pulling his mouth away, and grabbing a fistful of Harry's hair to prevent the horny git from further action. "Honestly!" Draco huffed and shoved a surprised looking Harry so that he almost fell off the bed. This, in retrospect, was a bad, counter productive thing to do. Harry's near fall caused his bathrobe to part and almost slip off, thusly revealing a very biteable shoulder, a lickable nipple, and a very suckable cock. A cock that made Draco frown and worry harder. That article was truly an utter lie. Reasonably well endowed, Smith had said, but that was obviously nonsense. There was nothing reasonable in shoving that thing into Draco's arse. His dildo wasn't that big. His dildo was reasonably sized.

Belatedly realising that his bits were showing, Harry bashfully covered himself, and sat down primly on the bed next to Draco. Foolishly though, he had neglected to cover other delectable parts of his body, as though thinking that Draco was only interested in his cock. He was clearly oblivious to the torture he had put Draco under — the peeking nipple was simply too much to bear.

If only there was some way they could do this thing without touching each other and without Draco having to look at Potter's naked body, then maybe he would last longer.

"What's your problem?" Harry demanded, pouting as the immature person he was.

"What's my problem?" Draco all but spluttered. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Attempting to have sex?"

"Attempting being the key word. You can't just jump a person like that!"

"I thought you wanted someone who'd take initiative." Harry sounded genuinely confused.

"If that someone is a person with sufficient experience. Or at least someone who has some idea of what he's doing." Draco shook his head exasperatedly, but then noticed that Harry scowled and looked hurt by this proclamation. Inwardly rolling his eyes, Draco added, "I just think that for your first time, we should take things slow. For your benefit. I'm sure you're nervous and worried, and I just thought I'd make it easier for you," Draco claimed, very nervously and worriedly.

Harry opened his mouth, obviously to complain indignantly, but then his eyes widened and he peered carefully at Draco's face. He cleared his throat and said apologetically, "Yes, you're right. I'm sorry. We should take things slow. For my benefit."

Draco nodded, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. "It doesn't matter to me, of course," he lied unashamedly. "This is for you."

Harry pressed his lips together, and then took a deep breath and smiled. "I appreciate that," he said seriously, nodding convincingly.

"You should," Draco assured him, relieved that they had resolved this problem. "Right. So. I'll ... take my clothes off then," he announced and then stood up to take off his coat. However, that wasn't as uncomplicated as it should have been. His coat seemed really attached to his left arm, because it had refused to release it for several minutes. Draco fumbled and pulled, and waved with his right hand to stop Harry from helping him. When he finally managed to take it off, he felt slightly exhausted and extremely agitated. He folded the coat neatly over the back of a random chair, straightening non-existent wrinkles and brushing away invisible dirt.

He returned to the bed, and slowly took off his shoes and socks, then picked them up and stood up again to place them next to the coat. He aligned his shoes on the floor carefully, so they were placed parallel to each other, and parallel to the chair. This prompted Harry to make an odd noise in the back of his throat. Returning,

Draco dared to look at Harry, who was sitting rigidly on the bed, still showing off his nipple and gritting his teeth, clearly dying to say something. Determinedly ignoring him, Draco set about unfastening the buttons of his shirt, fumbling with his shaky hands.

"I can help you with that," Harry burst out, unable to take it anymore. Not waiting for an answer, he reached for the first button.

Draco had managed to soothe his nerves by now, but all that careful preparation was ruined immediately when Harry's hand touched his. There was no justification for the incredible warmth of Harry's skin as his thumb unproductively caressed Draco's palm, in obvious pretence that its goal was the button. Draco jumped back, away from the heat that Harry's whole body radiated and away from Harry's devious hands.

"It's not a two-man job, Potter!" Draco scolded, still fumbling with the same button.

Defeated, Harry sighed and mumbled, "I'm getting cold here."

"I beg to differ!"

"Why exactly do I have to wait for you to take your clothes off?" Harry whined.

"Because ..." Draco began, not knowing how to end that sentence. "Because we'll do one thing at a time."

"I can multitask."

Draco's hands shook even harder, his mouth going dry as he pondered the possible uses for Harry's talent of multitasking.

"And stop calling me Potter," Harry sniffed. "I thought we've agreed to address each other by our first names."

"I reserve the right to call you Potter whenever you annoy me," Draco said dismissively and then cheered happily when he finally managed to unfasten one button. "And you're being a girl again," he added, focusing on the next little bugger that held his shirt together.

"I just like it when you say Harry. You positively purr the r." Harry purred the word purr, as well as the r, and Draco shivered and had to start the unbuttoning process all over again.

Collecting himself, he said in his most important sounding voice, "All right, Potter, let's get something straight. You are never to call me cute, or accuse me of purring. Or tell me that I'm beautiful. Stick to phrases as devastatingly handsome, and incredibly manly."

Harry burst out laughing, but then sobered out quickly after Draco glared at him, reaching up threateningly to fasten the button he had previously so painstakingly unfastened.

"Sorry. Please, go on." Harry nodded and smiled encouragingly. "I've never called you beautiful," he pointed out when Draco dedicated his attention to his shirt again.

"Well, once I take my clothes off, you will be tempted to do so, but please — try to contain yourself."

Chuckling, Harry shook his head, and tapped his foot on the floor as though to remind Draco that he was waiting. As though Draco wasn't acutely aware of that. Harry clicked his tongue, scratched his head and his nose, then crossed his arms and sighed loudly. All of it annoying Draco and distracting him terribly.

"You know, I'm very experienced when it comes to unbuttoning," Harry exclaimed suddenly. "There's this trick I can do and they'll practically unbutton themselves." He nodded. "If you want me to hel — er .... show you, I will. It's really brilliant."

Draco bit his lip, not trusting this offer. There was no such trick, surely. "All right," he said slowly, eying a very innocent–looking Harry.

To Draco's great surprise, Harry promptly stood up and then grabbed Draco's knees, pushing them apart so he could kneel down, right in front of Draco, between his parted legs. That was really strange — having Harry so close, keeling and looking up at him with a I-have-a-plan sort of expression. He was clearly up to no good, but Draco was powerless to stop him.

Therefore, when Harry reached up towards Draco's fingers, Draco didn't push them away, but moved his own hands to give Harry access.

"See, the trick is," Harry said wisely, "fingers aren't enough. I'll have to use something else. I have to do two things at the same time." Harry was getting closer, nodding and smiling all along. He seemed so earnest, Draco wondered whether there really was an unbuttoning trick he was unacquainted with.

Harry seized the button, and then leaned in frightfully close. His hands had parted Draco's shirt as far as it went, and then he pressed his lips to Draco's skin, just a little below his throat. Draco took a deep breath, relishing in the feel of Harry's warm mouth touching him for the briefest moment. Harry pulled back a little, and grinned.

"See?" He tugged on Draco's shirt, making him look down at the now unfastened second button.

Obviously, Draco had been viciously deceived, just as he had expected. That was hardly a trick.

"Wow," he breathed, sounding so convincingly impressed he had almost persuaded himself that he truly was.

"But the farther I go, it gets harder," Harry said with a very serious expression.

"Oh." Draco nodded. That made sense.

Harry fingered the third button, leaning in again and pressing a kiss to the very middle of Draco's chest. He lingered there, dragging his lips over the skin, teasing it with his tongue. Desperately grabbing the sheets, Draco gasped as Harry's lips kissed, his hair tickled, and his fingers caressed Draco's skin.

Then Harry moved even lower, placing nibbling kisses onto Draco's stomach, making the muscles there flutter and quiver beneath his lips, before he moved to tease Draco's navel with his tongue. Draco couldn't look away from Harry's dark head, now nearly in Draco's lap, and his bare shoulder that jutted out a little, extra pale next to Harry's black hair. The skin there looked smooth and Draco had to know if it felt smooth as well, he also had to find out if Harry's messy hair could be messed up even more. So Draco reached out with both of his hands, burying fingers of his right hand into Harry's dark locks, and caressing the truly smooth skin of Harry's shoulder with his left.

Harry hummed in approval, or maybe he hummed because he had finally managed to unbutton Draco's shirt. His tongue now teased Draco's skin with small, quick licks, sliding beneath the waistband of Draco's trousers, which made Draco gasp out embarrassing pleas.

Then Harry shockingly stopped, and raised his head. "There," he said proudly.

"I have more buttons," Draco claimed, incredulous. Well, he just had one more, on his trousers, but it was a very important one.

"I know," Harry soothed, grabbing Draco's wrists and pulling, making Draco very confused until he realised he was rather frenziedly clutching Harry's shoulder and hair. He released them quickly but Harry hadn't freed Draco's left hand. He held it in front of his face, as though he planned to read Draco's palm and foresee his future.

"Cufflink." Harry smiled.

"Oh."

"Two buttonholes. This will take a while." Harry shook his head, looking very businesslike. Then he leaned in and pressed his lips to Draco's wrist. Shivering, Draco realised he had just lost the battle with his own body. He would come in a few minutes, and that was not to be avoided. He could only hope that he wouldn't come while Harry was kissing his wrists, but wait to do that when Harry dedicated himself to Draco's last button.

This proved to be a nearly impossible achievement when Harry's tongue peeked out, twirling and licking, then disappearing into his mouth again as Harry moved his lips and dragged his teeth over the sensitive skin. The cufflink fell to the ground long before Harry had stopped sucking on the delicate pulse point.

Whimpering as Harry reached for his right hand, Draco tried to take deep breaths, his cock throbbing, and every bit of his skin that Harry's lips had touched tingling pleasantly. Harry took too long with Draco's other wrist, the sight of his tirelessly swirling tongue and skilful full lips maddening. Draco's wrists were far more sensitive than Draco had thought possible, and the nerves were clearly linked directly to his cock, because Draco felt like he would burst any second now.

Harry had finally stopped his torture, no longer appearing amused and collected, but hungry, as he rose up and grabbed Draco's shirt, pulling it off and throwing it away. Then his overworked lips attacked Draco's mouth fervently, his tongue demanding and eager in a way Draco had fantasised about for the last few weeks. Draco kissed back with equal enthusiasm, his fingers curling beneath Harry's bathrobe, pulling it down to bare his back and chest. It ended up stuck on Harry's elbows, not allowing Draco further access, so his hands could only stoke the skin of Harry's back, his neck and head and forearms, though Harry kept reaching up, in the process covering more skin and frustrating Draco senseless.

Harry released his lips, lowering his head to press hot, open-mouth kisses to Draco's neck and collarbone, moving down towards the last button. He teased Draco's nipples, one with his tongue, licking and sucking as he toyed with the other, pinching it firmly between his thumb and forefinger. Harry had clearly forgotten to be patient and slow, because after his hands had reached Draco's trousers, he unbuttoned them and unzipped them in a second, immediately reaching inside.

This was it; he'd come now, Draco thought as Harry's hand wrapped itself around Draco's cock, pulling it out of his underwear and trousers. Harry moved a little away so he could look down at the cock in his hand. He stared at it for so long Draco was worried enough to not lose it just yet.

"Beautiful," Harry said a little breathlessly.

"I knew you'd say that." Draco tried to sound reproaching, though of course he couldn't manage. Not when Harry looked at him so reverently.

"I wasn't talking to you." Harry's lips twitched, and then he bent his neck, his hand moving slowly along Draco's cock. He licked the head a bit tentatively, as though testing the feel and taste. But that one lick was enough to make Draco shudder, already feeling his orgasm building. He tried to think of something horribly unappealing, but every thought dissolved when Harry, undoubtedly emboldened by Draco's reaction, licked him firmly, swirling his tongue to gather precome from the tip.

Draco's hands grabbed the sheets as Harry stroked and licked, his movements uncoordinated, though he was clearly keen to multitask. Then Harry slowly closed his lips around the head, the sight of them stretched around his cock eliciting a too loud moan from Draco's mouth.

And when Harry murmured something, and then sucked lightly, Draco's eyes rolled back in his head and he gasped out Harry's name. It was meant to be a warning but it came out as a purr, which turned into a groan as Draco's body convulsed, pleasure rushing through him, nearly unbearable in its intensity.

Harry had yelped, but Draco only became aware of it after some time spent suspended in utter bliss. When he finally opened his eyes, too sated to feel embarrassed right now, Harry was self-consciously wiping his mouth and chin.

A soft sorry slipped out of Draco's lips at the same time as Harry mumbled an apology, for what, Draco had no idea.

"I shouldn't have ... I should have warned you," Draco said guiltily, embarrassment surfacing now that his brain had started working again.

"It's fine." Harry shook his head, licking his lips, and blushing. "Is it still on my face?" he asked, staring up at Draco, who was more than a little puzzled by Harry's behaviour. The confusion must have showed in his expression, because Harry added, "You're looking at me funny."

"I'm just ..." In heaven, a giddy part of Draco's brain supplied, but Draco pushed the thought away with a scowl. "You still have the bloody bathrobe on. That's unnatural. Take it off."

"Oh." Harry looked down and smiled a bit nervously. He was not given a chance to delay his disrobing, however, because taking off the bathrobe consisted of Harry standing up and straightening his hands; the robe slipped down onto the floor instantly as though it had felt silly itself for hiding Harry's naked body for so long.

At that point, Draco was forced to wonder why he had been so afraid of coming too soon, at least now his head was clear enough to appreciate the view before him. Harry was still standing between Draco's parted legs, but now he was naked, in full display to Draco's hungry gaze. Harry's cock was inches away from Draco's face, fully hard and glistening, clearly designed for licking. There were other parts of Harry's body Draco could appreciate, like Harry's strong thighs and the patch of dark hair that stretched from his navel, forming a path towards the base of his cock. Then there were Harry's jutting hipbones that made Draco's teeth clatter from the strong desire to bite them. And obviously there were body parts farther up Draco could also admire, but it was hard to raise his gaze and look away from the head of Harry's cock that pointed straight at Draco.

"You're staring. Again," Harry complained.

Draco was barely listening, however. He licked his lips and reached up to wrap his hand around the velvety flesh in front of his face. It felt so different, touching someone else so intimately. And when Harry's breath hitched, Draco concluded that this felt even better than touching himself. He leaned in, and stuck out his tongue to press it to the tip of Harry's prick. He licked firmly, not even worrying for a second that he might not like Harry's taste. It'd have to be very foul indeed to dissuade Draco from his intent. Fortunately, it wasn't foul at all. Odd perhaps, but new and exciting, and Draco's mind was probably leaving him again because Harry's taste had begun to seem lovelier by the second. Lovelier still were the small sounds that escaped Harry's lips. Tiny little Ohs that conveyed both wonder and desire. They made Draco's flaccid cock twitch valiantly as he moaned, swirling his tongue, and reaching out to gently caress Harry's balls with one hand, grabbing the inviting hipbone with the other.

Pulling the tip into his mouth, Draco took a moment to appreciate the feel of the warm weight on his tongue, before he flattened it against the smooth skin and applied suction. Harry gasped, pressing his hand to the back of Draco's neck, alternatively stroking his hair gently and pushing Draco closer to his body, urging him to take more of it inside his mouth. Draco did so, sucking earnestly and moving his tongue, unfortunately forgetting he had teeth.

"Argh!" Harry cried, jumping back a little. His cock slipped out of Draco's mouth with a wet pop, leaving a trail of saliva that broke quickly, making a sticky mess on Draco's chin.

"Sorry," Draco mumbled demurely, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

"'s 'kay," Harry breathed with a painful sort of smile.

"You should have lost it by now anyway," Draco burst out, more out of embarrassment than annoyance. "You don't seem so eager and interested." Like I am, Draco added privately. "It's not like anyone ever gave you a blowjob before." Draco pouted, and then suddenly realised that just because Harry had said he was a virgin it didn't have to mean that he never did anything at all. Nobody had ever given a blowjob to Draco. Though Zabini had tried once. "Right?" he asked hopefully.

Harry stared at him for a bit and then he finally spoke. "Um. What? Lost it?" he questioned, confused.

"Well, I ... you did to me what I just did to you and I came in a second ... And you obviously didn't. That's just completely unfair. It's not like you did it better."

"Of course I did it better," Harry declared promptly, but then laughed, adding, "When you pout like this, you're awfully cu— er, you do that in a incredibly manly way."

Draco pouted harder so Harry caved and turned serious. Sheepish even.

"Er ... actually, I sort of wanked in the shower a little while ago. But I'm still very eager."

It was Draco's turn to be confused. The fact that Harry had time for a shower had been a stretch. The fact that he had time to wank ... Who knew how long Draco had banged his head against the wall outside of Harry's apartment. No wonder he felt so dizzy. Maybe he suffered a concussion. "You're fast," Draco commented.

Harry bit his lip. "I had a lot of practice."

"Wanker," Draco accused, but fondly, since he was feeling much better now. Harry had to rush off to wank the minute they had parted. It was a nice thing to know. He reached up with his hands again and cupped Harry's buttocks, pulling him closer. Clearly enjoying in the touch, Harry still looked a bit fearful, as though worried that Draco would take his cock into his mouth and bite him again.

However, Draco had decided not to risk that at this point. Besides, flattening his palms against the skin of Harry's fine arse was interesting enough. He looked up at Harry, whose eyelids were half-opened as was his mouth; he seemed to be concentrating solely on Draco's intimate touch.

Draco tried really hard not to say a word about the gorgeous mounds his hands were kneading, or Harry's enraptured expression, or Harry's arms that shivered as he gripped Draco's shoulders tightly, after all, one shouldn't pay a random compliment to another if they didn't have anything to gain. Or so Draco had been taught. However, the words pushed their way past his mouth too easily.

"You're beautiful," Draco said honestly, but then lost his nerve when Harry looked down at him, stunned. Panicking, Draco added quickly, "I hit my head really hard earlier."

However, Harry still stared at him, smiling and blushing faintly, already opening his mouth to say something undoubtedly cheesy and potentially embarrassing for both of them. Draco had to prevent him. Distract him somehow.

With his hands still firmly placed on Harry's buttocks, the solution to Draco's little problem was more than obvious. Just as Harry took a breath to begin his cheesy sentence, Draco's finger slipped down Harry's crack. He pushed his fingertip firmly against Harry's hole, nearly breaching, but mostly just applying pressure. Harry yelped and jumped a little, hopefully forgetting his girly thoughts.

"Draco," Harry moaned, raking his nails over Draco's shoulders. Draco pushed his finger a little harder, now definitely breaching. He stared, fascinated, as Harry's whole body shuddered. "What...?" Harry gasped again. "I thought you want to—"

"I do!" Draco said quickly. "I was just ... exploring." Draco coughed a little, feeling awkward but not awkward enough to move his finger away. It was an interesting place to have a finger in, after all.

"Oh. Exploring is fun," Harry commented needlessly.

"It is. But well, if you want —"

"No, it's fine. I've told you —"

"Oh good. Because ... I'm already half-ready —"

"Of course. We've agreed earlier. I know that you ..." Harry frowned suddenly. "Half-ready?"

Draco gulped, whishing he had cast a Silencing Charm on himself. What was wrong with his brain? He considered sticking his finger a little higher up, to distract Harry some more — it had worked beautifully the first time — but Harry must have anticipated Draco's plan because he grabbed his wrists, pulled them away from his body and trapped them in his hands.

"I can't think while you're doing that," Harry said reproachfully.

That's the whole point, Draco grumbled in his mind. Aloud he said, "We should have sex now."

"What did you mean by half-ready? How can you be half-ready?" Harry persisted.

Draco wished he wasn't the one getting distracted now, but Harry still held his wrists, one in each hand, making Draco sit there with his hands raised and spread, and trapped. It was probably fucked up, but Draco found their position unbearably arousing. Harry's strong hands wrapped around his — previously gently petted and kissed — wrists, sent shocks of pleasure through Draco, making his cock stir, and taking away his ability to think.

"Mentally?" Draco tried to claim.

Harry acted as though Draco had said something else, because he smiled rather delightedly, looking at Draco with interest.

Defeated and knowing Harry would probably figure it out anyway, Draco mumbled, "I just did stuff before our date." Stuff that consisted of pushing his lubed fingers into his arse and wanking himself silly, thinking about Harry and the possibility that they'd finally have sex tonight.

Harry's hands tightened around Draco's wrists. "Stuff?" he breathed. He clearly wasn't expecting an answer because he pushed Draco down onto the bed, releasing his hands to grab the waistband of his trousers.

"Move up, towards the headboard. Lift your hips," Harry bossed around urgently.

Draco did as he was told, in reverse order, letting Harry pull his trousers and underwear off him as he shifted, moving backwards on the bed. He didn't have to wait for long for Harry to join him, crawling on all fours before he pounced, landing neatly between Draco's parted thighs.

"You jumped me. Again," Draco complained half-heartedly, but then quickly changed his mind when Harry moved away. "No! It's okay. You can jump me if you want," he said, alarmed, wishing he hadn't when he realised Harry had simply moved towards the night cabinet to pull out a tube of lube.

Chuckling as he returned to his place between Draco's legs, Harry bent down to kiss him heatedly; his chest pressed to Draco's, naked skin against naked skin, the feeling more exquisite than Draco could have imagined.

Something cold was pushed into Draco's hand, and then Harry lifted his head, ending the kiss after a few tries.

"Show me," Harry gasped, looking at Draco intently, his glasses askew and his eyes burning.

"What?" Draco asked a bit fearfully as Harry squeezed out some lube on Draco's fingers, smearing it so both of their hands were soon slick and sticky.

"Stuff." Harry grinned, rising up to sit on his heels, looking unashamedly at Draco's bare arse.

Draco spluttered, hardly able to believe that Harry was asking this. How the fuck was he supposed to do that with Harry watching him? Sure, he had fantasised about it, many times, but actually doing it seemed terrifying.

"Please," Harry whispered, begging and looking so turned on by the mere thought of watching Draco prepare himself for him that Draco closed his eyes, defeated. It was worrying how easily he had caved, but Draco's hand moved even before he had reached a firm decision to do this for Harry.

He spread his legs even wider, feeling his face heat up as he imagined how this must have looked. His fingers slid down the crease of his arse, touching his opening as he listened intently, trying to gauge Harry's reaction, though that hadn't helped because there was an odd rushing sound in his ears and he couldn't hear anything except the wild hammering of his own heart.

His eyes still firmly closed, Draco pressed a single digit inside himself, the feeling familiar, and yet this was like nothing Draco had ever experienced before. Funnily enough, this had been his recurring fantasy. Every time he had done this in the last few weeks — and he had done it many times indeed — he had imagined Harry beside him, watching him and urging him on. That thought had always made him come fast and hard, but now the reality just scared him. Even the glide of his fingers wasn't as easy as it should have been, as a result, causing some discomfort. Draco forced himself to relax, though that was hardly simple. He was lying down, completely exposed to Harry's gaze, with his finger stuck up his arse; so relaxing was not something he could realistically achieve.

Biting down on his bottom lip, Draco determinedly pushed two fingers inside his hole, gasping a little at the feeling, still not daring to open his eyes. He tried to imagine that he was alone, that Harry wasn't here, but his mind froze at that thought, rejecting to even contemplate that possibility.

Another finger touched the rim of Draco's entrance, caressing gently, and Draco gasped loudly, his eyes flying open. Harry was staring fixedly not at their fingers but at Draco's face. He seemed fascinated by something he saw there as he gripped the base of his own cock tightly; cock that was slicked and achingly hard, making Draco realise that Harry had been wanking while watching Draco finger fuck himself.

Harry's teasing finger ceased to tease. Instead, it pushed inside slowly, stretching and burning as it went, though Draco didn't even think about complaining. He wouldn't have complained even if it burned a lot more. This was Harry's finger, inside him, and the brilliant feeling of having it there superseded inconsequential things as pain and discomfort.

They moved their fingers together, slowly and carefully, staring at each other in wonderment. It really burned now, almost hurt, but the ache to have Harry inside him was more intense than pain.

"Just fuck me already, Potter," Draco said suddenly. His voice seemed too loud to his own ears and even Harry jumped a little, surprised.

"Okay," Harry agreed immediately, pulling his finger away.

Biting the inside of his cheeks to prevent himself from taking his request back due to sudden fear, Draco pulled his own fingers out of his arse, returning his hand to the pillow.

"Do it fast," he said breathlessly, hardly believing that this was really happening.

"I'll do it slow," Harry said firmly, gripping Draco's knees and forcing him to raise his legs high and then bend then towards his chest.

And that was just embarrassing and painfully exposing, and it annoyed Draco greatly.

"It's my bloody arse and my decision. I said, do it fast!" Draco almost yelled, aware that his voice sounded unsteady, betraying his fear.

Harry just shook his head. And then left. Bloody sat up, stood up, and left.

"What —" Draco gasped, panicking.

"Protection Charms," Harry explained, finding his wand in a pile of clothes tossed haphazardly in front to the bathroom door. Draco kept silent, unwilling to admit that he had forgotten about those. Harry waved his wand, making his cock glow red for a moment, which looked ridiculous, but probably not as ridiculous as Draco felt in his current position. Why Harry had arranged him into this pose, and then left to perform the charms, Draco couldn't comprehend. He was all set to demonstratively lower and straighten his legs, but then Harry returned, climbing on the bed and reassuming his previous position. And Draco instantly forgot what he had been thinking about just a moment earlier.

Harry grabbed his own cock, leaning in, looking as scared as Draco felt. Which wasn't reassuring at all but it could not be helped.

"Do it slow!" Draco cried out when the head of Harry's cock pressed against his entrance, the warm pressure of it threatening.

"I will," Harry promised, pushing in.

That felt strange. Too big, and too solid, and too warm, and too intimate. And too insistent, just pushing farther in, stretching Draco impossibly wide. And Draco was losing his nerve. He was having a full-blown panic attack because that thing couldn't possibly fit inside of him. Was Harry insane? Was he trying to kill him?

"Relax," Harry pleaded, clearly having some trouble with his vocal cords, because his voice was quiet and impossibly low.

"You bloody relax!" Draco thought he had said this aloud, but it was much more likely that he didn't actually managed, but just screamed it in his mind. Harry had leaned even farther down; hovering above Draco, trapping his legs and obscuring his view, and all Draco could see was Harry's face. Of course, logically, he could have seen other things if he had looked away from Harry's face, but that wasn't a possibility. Harry was staring at Draco again, spellbound, with that hungry, astonished look, clearly quite content with his situation, clearly unconcerned that he was pinning Draco to the bed with his bloody too big cock.

Harry lowered his head, pulling his cock out a little, before pushing back in again, but not getting very far because Draco couldn't let him. This was more than enough. He just couldn't take more.

"Please, relax," Harry begged yet again, and Draco concluded that Harry shouldn't be allowed to beg because that unfairly made Draco's body submit to Harry's needs.

This happened now; Draco relaxed, and Harry pushed in too hard, making both of them gasp and leaving them breathless. And in Draco's case, possibly split into two pieces.

"Oh God! Oh God!" Harry chanted, in part sounding guilty and in part completely ecstatic. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have. I'm sorry. Oh God! Does it hurt?"

Slightly shocked when he had realized that he was still quite whole, Draco tried to answer the question, staring up at Harry's worried, green eyes, but this was a difficult question to answer. It did hurt somewhat, but more than that it burned and it felt odd, so fucking odd, Draco couldn’t describe the feeling. But on the other hand, Harry was inside him; fully, deeply inside him and if there was a feeling Draco couldn't describe suitably with mere words then this was it.

"I ..." Draco tried to say something, but nothing he could think of seemed like an adequate explanation.

"I'm sorry." Harry shook his head miserably. "I didn't mean to —" Suddenly, Harry's glasses slid down, and smacked Draco squarely in the nose.

"Well that hurt!" Draco found his voice instantly. He grabbed the wretched glasses, vaguely surprised that his hands were actually fully functioning, and threw them away. They landed onto the floor with a loud clunk, the glass shattering instantly.

"Sorry," Harry mumbled. "Um. But I need those," he claimed, looking wistfully and blindly after his thrown away glasses.

"For what?" Draco asked, looking at Harry's face that seemed very strange without his glasses. He looked younger, more frightened, as though his expressive face conveyed his feelings even more clearly without them.

Harry lowered his head, making their noses touch as he peered into Draco's face carefully. "I feel naked without them," he said finally, blinking, his eyes focusing slowly.

That was a silly thing to say, considering they were both quite naked, and Draco planned to explain this to Harry. He had opened his mouth to say so, but instead he said, "Potter. Move."

"That's a good idea," Harry praised, moving straight away. He pulled back slowly and then pushed in again, the feeling as painful as it was incredible. And then Harry did it again, and again, his eyes widening and his lips parting.

"This is ... oh!" Harry claimed, amazed, and Draco had to agree with him. Especially when Harry's cock touched that spot; the one Draco had found all by himself while using his dildo. However, Harry's thrust turned shallow and fast, tiny little pants escaping his mouth as he shut his eyes and cruelly failed to hit Draco's prostate again.

"Draco, I ... I ... Oh! God!" Harry cried, speeding up and then shuddering violently. Draco gritted his teeth and closed his eyes as hot wetness filled his hole. He could feel Harry's come dripping out, down his crack and onto the sheets.

Harry collapsed on top of him, panting loudly, his body heavier than Draco had thought possible.

"So much for multitasking," Draco grumbled, not really all that annoyed. He had anticipated a disaster. Besides, it was comforting to know that Draco wasn't the only one that came too soon.

"Sorry," Harry mumbled against Draco's neck.

"Don't say it; show it," Draco instructed, squirming, trying to make Harry move away and let him breathe.

Harry raised his head, looking at him confusedly through his eyelashes, appearing a little tired.

"Don't you dare give me that exhausted look. You were bragging about your superior cock sucking skills earlier. Please, demonstrate this talent now," Draco ordered in a firm, demanding voice.

Harry chuckled, shaking his head as he pulled his softening cock out of Draco, making him wince. He rose up and sat on his heels, allowing Draco to straighten his legs with a sigh. Harry swayed slightly and said, "For a person with so many submissive fantasies, you're awfully bossy. I think you don't know what you really want."

Draco felt affronted. "I know what I want. I want you to suck me off, Potter. It's the least you can do since you've ruined our first time together."

Harry spluttered, insulted, and then quickly grabbed his wand, he had previously tossed onto the bed, and waved it at Draco's hands. Draco had no time to react. Before he could even ask what the hell Harry was doing, his hands were pressed firmly to the pillow, held there immobile by magic.

Even as Draco yelled and complained, his cock twitched treacherously, clearly loving this turn of events.

"I should have brought that paddle with me," Harry mused, edging towards the night cabinet.

"You're not coming near me with spoons!" Draco cried, watching worriedly as Harry took out a flesh-colored dildo — a vibrator, Draco corrected himself — out of a drawer. "Is everything you own big?" Draco sniffed, not liking the size of the toy at all. His arse still hurt, and he wasn't sure it could take further abuse at this point.

Harry took Draco's complaint as a compliment, smiling vainly as he squeezed out some lube, methodically slicking up the toy in his hand.

Draco's eyes widened as Harry did something and made the toy buzz as it began vibrating. That sound was definitely troubling.

"You are a pervert," Draco accused and then yelped as Harry pressed the vibrator to Draco's anus, the feeling causing a million sensations to explode in Draco's body. That was actually nice. That was really, really nice.

"Not yet," Harry mused, twisting the vibrator, dragging it up and down Draco's crack, pausing at his entrance occasionally, pressing it hard there, making Draco's entire body convulse. "I need a willing test subject," Harry proclaimed, doing something else that made the vibrations even stronger.

Draco couldn't do anything but gasp and cry out, his voice trembling with sincerity when he exclaimed, "You have one!"

Harry laughed, his eyes twinkling in such a deliciously wicked way, Draco could only be sorry that he couldn't keep his eyes open due to intense pleasure, and had to close them shut. "Good," Harry praised. "I suspect I'll need a lot of practice, but," he paused, pushing the toy steadily inside a gasping, writhing, and a very happy Draco, "I’ll get there."

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