Blaise POV:

As I lift Draco up he groans and wraps his legs around my waist. 'God, if I don't sit down or screw him soon, I am going to die.'

While I think this I am also starting to lay Draco down upon my clean green and black comforter. As soon as he is in a stable sitting position on my bed I rip his robes off and, while I throw the shreds across the room, push him flat and his back. His arms move from my neck to my shoulders, slowly pushing my robes off as if he's teasing me by slowly lowering his hands on my body. Yet he in unable to get them completely off and he makes the most adorable, frustrated groan that I have ever heard. I smirk into his lips with a slight feeling of success, and push his hands away from the hem of my robes. Once his hands are back around my neck, where they belong for now, I pull my robes off.

Draco then grabs me and crushes my body to his. I slowly let my hands wander down his chest, clawing him slightly over his white shirt, then reaching the bottom I slide my hands underneath to the body I've always longed to feel. I almost gasped when my cold fingers caressed his Quidditch induced hard stomach muscles. His back arches into me as I slide my hands up his chest, feeling his hairless body as I lifted his shirt up until it was over his head.

I break the kiss, earning a glare from my lover, trying to slow my breath as I watch his chest rise and fall with the same rapidity as mine does. I let my gaze slowly wander up and down his body, not helping my breathing at all, finally resting on his face; a mocking smile appears on my face. He gives me one of his 'what-are-you-going-to-do-about-it?' looks. I get off of my lover, as I was sitting on top of him, and stand up. I do a slight strip tease, with my back turned to him because I was shy and not so sure of my body; he whimpers slightly wanting to see my body. I close my eyes and tell myself that hopefully he won't get up and leave our dorm when he sees what I look like and let my unbuttoned shirt fall to my sides. As I turn I allow it to slide down my shoulders and I force myself to look in his eyes. What I saw gave me hope; Draco's jaw looked as if it would detach from his skull.

I shiver slightly, noticing how cold our dorm is with us both shirtless. However that can easily be changed. Draco beckons me back to my bed with a crook of his finger and a suggestive raise of his eyebrows.

I slowly walk back to him acting as if I am calm and not as worried and nervous as I truly am. I straddle his hips and mischievously kiss from the top of his pants up his chest, leaving a few love bites along the way. I stop at his collar bone, nibbling it lightly the way I know he likes it. His groans satisfy me as does the sting on my scalp as he runs his fingers through my hair roughly.

I move and decide to feast on his glorious neck. This little torture of mine becomes too much for him and he pulls me back up to his mouth by my hair.

As soon as I am back to his mouth he takes his hands and rubs them across my chest, slowly moving downwards to the top of my pants repaying me for the torture that I made him suffer. If I thought my erection was painful before, it had no comparison to what his hands were making me feel now.

Hands resting on my hip bones I grab his hands carefully and urge him to continue. I feel his smirk resting on my lips as he wraps his long fingers around my waist.

Getting frustrated now, I bit his lip harshly, making him become harder beneath my body as I torture him. I lick his lip slowly as if trying to make it feel better only to bite it again and cause him to tense involuntarily.

He shudders as a sign of surrender and finally, finally sticks one of his hands down my pants. Not quite where I'd like him to be, but it's a step in the right direction, which would be south.

I rest my hands on his chest for a few moments as I try to pull myself together. His teeth pulling at my lip is not helping me so I tweak his nipples to get even. He groans into my mouth and bites me harder turning me on. I grasp his nipples tighter and push my hips into his. After I feel that he's had enough I slide my hands down watching small red marks where my fingers have been, and begin to un-buckle his belt. I feel him tense and this time it's not because he's enjoying it, this is a cringe. Hating to do so, I pull away from him and look down at his flushed face.

"Draco, do you want me to do this, or should be stop?" I ask taking deep breaths trying to regain a normal breathing pattern, attempting not to let the worry creep into my quiet voice.

"I do, oh God I do, I'm just a little nervous…" He answers, even more breathless than I am.

"Do you want me to stop? I can if you aren't ready…" I murmur, letting my head drop as I feel a slight twinge of guilt because I feel like I have pressured him into doing what I want to do. As if I was making all the decisions and he had no right to object. Oh God, what if he thought that I was basically raping him?

"I want to do this I really do, and I'm ready; it's just…"

"Yes?" I ask, willing myself to stay calm.

"I'm nervous. I've never done this before or anything like this. Not even with a girl when I believed I was straight." He responds, blushing.

"I never would have guessed love, you're a natural. I'll be gentle, I promise." I tell him sincerely not raising my head to meet his eyes.

"I just don't want it to be hard for you, you know? Like I don't want to hold you back when you would rather move on at your own pace." He whispers quietly.

"You won't little one, I promise."

Draco puts a finger underneath my chin and tilts my head up. I grab his hand and cup it to my cheek with a sincere smile. "Promise?" He asks.

I kiss his just to show him how honest I am being. He kisses me back with a renewed life now, almost and urgency. Almost as if there's no time left in the world if he doesn't kiss me right that second. He whimpers with irritation, and wraps his arms firmly around my waist pulling me down to him from my partial sitting posture.

My hands move back down to his chest, you would never guess that this scrawny looking boy would have so many muscles. It marvels me every time I touch him. My hands move leisurely memorizing every plain and detail of his exposed body.

With a slight movement, his hands they disappear from my waist to inside my pants grabbing my ass tightly. I wince slightly which only makes him grab me tighter. He gently starts rubbing my thighs and with a low groan of impatience I put my hands on his belt and rip it off. Once I have mastered that, I slowly unbutton them letting him know that I can easily tease him as he is me.

With his pants unzipped, I stand up and yank my own pants off my long frame. Both of us in our boxers now, I slowly move toward him…