Their tongues were twisting, twining as they kissed hungrily and the Gryffindor braced Draco with one hand on the small of his back while he slipped a finger inside Draco. The blonde couldn't help but make a tiny mewl of surprise at feeling someone else inside him. Callous and clever, Harry's finger probed him carefully and it was soon joined by a second. Draco squeezed his eyes shut tightly and moved back on the other boy's fingers, working his hips smoothly. Little sparks of electric pleasure were jolting through this body, mostly focused on his groin and ass.
Draco buried his face in the crook of Harry's shoulder and mouthed at his neck absently as the other boy added a third finger. There was just a twinge of pain, but it was easily ignored. They stayed like that for a few minutes, Draco almost writhing in Harry's lap. Their cocks bumped against each other companionably, the heads meeting briefly and sliding against one another. "Ready?" Came the breathless question and Draco nodded, because at this point the didn't trust his voice.
He slithered off Harry's lap and kneeled on the bed, bracing himself with his hands while the Gryffindor admiringly ran a hand down his back in a gentle caress. "Ready." Draco grunted, his shoulders tensing imperceptibly. "You do know what you're doing, right?" He suddenly asked, his voice just a shade too high to let him pull of the nonchalant tone he was aiming for.
"Yeah. Sirius gave me some books and advice."
Not that Draco really wanted to talk about Harry's godfather when they were about to fuck, but he did want to know the other boy had at least a vague idea of how to proceed. "Good." He breathed in relief, feeling less nervous. "Okay. Just -"
"Go slow. I got it." Harry said kindly, his hands smoothing Draco's sides. The dark haired boy grabbed the lube and readied himself and after a moment or two, Draco felt the touch of something wet and warm at his entrance. Harry's hands were holding his hips in a firm, but careful grip. "Okay, here goes." Draco breathed deeply while Harry's cock nudged its way inside of him, trying to relax despite the invasion. It just seemed so big - fingers were one thing, but this. And then it started to hurt and Draco made a small choked sound and Harry stopped, his voice uneven when he spoke. "It's okay, Draco. But oh god, you're so tight. I just. I'll hold on a second, okay? I'll go slow, I promise."
Draco let out the breath he'd been holding with a whoosh. "Okay. Okay, I'm fine." And Harry began moving slowly, as he'd promised, pushing forward the tiniest bit and increasing the pressure in increments so he was sliding gradually inside Draco. After a while, that slow, inexorable entry started to feel good, like Draco was getting back a piece of himself he'd never realized was gone. And then Harry bowed his head and began placing soft kisses on Draco's neck as he slid all the way inside. He paused while Draco became acclimated to the sensation of being impaled on Harry's cock, open and owned and most importantly, all Harry's.
"Alright Draco?" Came the soft, concerned question.
With a soft moan, Draco raised his hips so that his ass bumped against Harry's pelvic bone. "Please, I'm ready. Just fuck me!" The Slytherin ordered, his voice low and lustful. His fine, golden hair was clinging to his sweaty forehead and his heart was battering away at his ribs. And if Harry didn't move soon Draco was going to tie him to the bed posts and ride the other boy's cock until his thighs gave out. Just the thought of it made him moan loudly and he moved back on Harry's erection, urging him to do something.
Breathing heavily against the skin of Draco's damp neck, Harry withdrew a little before thrusting forward again, his cock sliding slickly in and out of Draco. The Slytherin gripped the sheets tightly and arched his back, crying out while Harry fucked him with hard, steady strokes. Harry was driving himself so deeply inside Draco the Slytherin wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to leave again. And oh, he felt like he was burning up.
They fucked like that for a long stretch of time, their skin moist with sweat and their breathing ragged. The boys moved together easily, two halves of the same whole, reveling in their joining. The little sighs, moans, and grunts they made filled the air, as well as the sound of their coupling; the slap of skin on skin and the steady creaking of the bed from the constant movement. They were sex sounds. Which was apt, considering the fact Harry and Draco were actually having sex. Oh, Merlin, Draco thought. I just gave Harry Potter my virginity. And then he couldn't think at all, because he was too busy feeling.
Draco bit down on his lip, holding back a whimper as Harry hit his prostate again. The dark haired boy slid a hand over Draco's hip and down to his groin, raking his fingers through the golden nest of curls before grasping the blonde's cock firmly and stroking it in rhythm with his thrusts. It was so good it hurt, the sensations almost overwhelming in their intensity. And then Draco was working himself between Harry's hands helplessly, eyes shut as he lost himself to the pleasure of it all. "Oh Merlin. Oh fuck, oh god yes Harry please, please just like that, right there!" The words spilled out of his mouth of their own accord, tripping off his tongue.
"Oh, merlin." Harry choked out and his thrusts became erratic. The dark haired boy threw his head back and pounded into Draco, shuddering as he came. It felt odd, the burst of wet warmth inside Draco and the Slytherin squirmed uncomfortably, still hard. Harry withdrew and it felt as if he was dragging Draco's insides with him, leaving Draco hollow. Then the Gryffindor pressed a soft kiss to Draco's shoulder. "Turn over."
Draco flipped himself over, relieved when Harry bent his head and started sucking the blonde's cock. Three of Harry's fingers wormed their way back inside Draco and, with Harry's come as lubrication, began steadily prodding at Draco's prostate. Between the warm, wet suction on his cock and Harry's fingers, Draco was writhing under Harry's relentless attentions. A low, animalistic whine escaped Draco's throat and then his thighs tensed and he was coming, almost jackknifing up and curling over Harry as his body trembled with the force of his orgasm. Then he slumped back down on the bed bonelessly in a pile of pale limbs.
Then Harry, consummate cuddler that he was, gathered Draco in his arms and out of the wet spot. With a sigh of satisfaction, Draco turned his face up for a careless, wet after sex kiss that was more about appreciation and comfort than lust. "Mmm." Harry mumbled, licking a little at Draco's lips and then pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Was it… okay?" The Gryffindor asked, stretching out with Draco covering half of his body.
"Perfect." Draco said honestly. He grinned widely and fearful of looking silly he tucked his face against Harry's collarbone.