Title: Tonight AKA After the Shower

Summary: Oh ho ho... You thought that last chapter was sleazy? You ain't seen nothing yet.

Rating: M (You have no idea how M this really is... In fact, I disgust myself with how M this is. Before patting myself on my back, of course.)


"WHAT THE FUCK?" Collective sounds of yelping and gasping arose as the Slytherin team staggered out of the stalls. Draco was hiding his laughs against Harry's searing lips. They kissed lovingly, tongues tangling and arms caressing.

"You get off on this, Malfoy?" Harry asked, sighing in satisfaction, not minding the fact that the commotion outside nearly drowned out his words.

"Apparently so," Draco answered, raising a brow.

"In the shower, huh?"

"I love clean," Draco said.

"And dirty."

Draco narrowed his eyes, smirking. "And very dirty," he murmured suggestively.

Harry laughed, pressing his cheek against Draco's. "Gosh, you're adorable," he whispered.

"Longest shower I've taken," Draco said candidly.

Harry grinned, nodding in agreement. The Slytherin team seemed to have congregated by the lockers, hastily talking and trying to keep from throwing up. Harry moved his lips to Draco's ear. "Did you want to make love to me?" he asked.

Draco stiffened, breathing in sharply. "I… you-only if you…"

"I love you…"

Draco melted in Harry's arms. "Tonight?"

"Tonight..."

Draco's libido spiked as his mind moved into overdrive. He leaned back slowly, looking at Harry with guarded eyes. Harry looked back at him with equal passiveness. They split at the same time, Harry tugging the dry towel from its hook and Draco trying to find his wand that was in his drenched pants. Draco tugged on his sopping wet shirt and waved his wand at it, drying it instantly. He struggled into his boxers and slacks as Harry dried himself off frantically. Draco charmed his pants dry before sweeping Harry into a longing kiss. They slammed against the door in their hurry, Harry wedged in the middle as Draco nearly suffocated him with the bruising lips. Their hands wandered off on their own accord, massaging each other while trying to draw out moans.

A knock on the door caused them to jump with fright. "Please don't have sex in there," Theo said weakly. Harry's jaw dropped while Draco bit his cheek to keep from laughing like a maniac.

"Wouldn't dream of it," Draco answered, running his thumb over Harry's leaking tip. Harry let out a loud groan, clapping his hand to his mouth a moment too late. He blushed in mortification while leaning into Draco. Theo tripped over his feet in his hurry to get out of the vicinity of the horny men. Draco snickered, stopping his stroking. "Sheesh. How the hell are you still hard?" he whispered.

"I don't know," Harry whimpered, wanting more friction.

"The team's still outside, Harry," Draco noted.

"I don't care," Harry lied.

"Really?"

"Really," Harry murmured. "Just get me to a bed. Why is that so hard to do?"

Draco smirked and planted a kiss on Harry's neck. "This is going to be the best night of your life," he said.

"You have quite a high opinion of yourself, don't you?" Harry asked glibly.

"Mhm," Draco answered without hesitation.

Harry shook his head, rolling his eyes. He swatted Draco's fingers away and wrapped the towel around himself. He felt for the clasp behind him and undid it, opening the door. He pulled Draco out of the stall, kissing him fervently – partly because he couldn't help it and partly because he didn't want to think about Slytherin team standing in the adjacent room. Draco chuckled into Harry's lips while participating enthusiastically. Harry marveled at how great a kisser Draco was. He could never tire of those lips. He was also glad that he was the sole recipient of kisses from those lips. Draco finished with a lingering swipe of his tongue. They were grinning like giddy children at a candy store. But with an overactive and explicit imagination. "I need to grab my clothes," Harry said breathlessly.

"Why bother? You aren't going to be in them for too long," Draco said, smiling sweetly.

Harry shook his head, wrapping his hand around Draco's wrist. "No way am I embarrassing myself in front of the team," he said, dragging his fair-headed boyfriend into the locker room.

The nervous chatter died down instantly as the Slytherin Quidditch team froze in blatant horror. Harry tried to pass it off as a regular occurrence, sidling past the blushing men to get to his locker.

"We weren't having sex, if you really must know," Draco drawled. Harry groaned in dismay, along with Draco's ex-teammates. "What?" Draco said, holding up his hands in surrender. "Just dispelling rumors."

"Shut up," Harry said tiredly, opening his locker and taking his clothes out.

"But you... were doing something... weren't you?" Adrian asked, wincing even as he said it. Draco looked smug while Harry scowled into his locker. He heard disgusted complaining and 'I knew it' behind him. He pulled on his shirt, elbowing Draco's ribs purposefully in the process.

"You guys are such pervs," Draco murmured.

"Yeah. We're the pervs," Blaise said sardonically.

Thankfully Harry's erection had dissipated from being around the Slytherins. He stepped into his boxers, back turned to the group, and donned it under his towel. Meanwhile Draco was leaning against the locker beside Harry's, staring at his friends shamelessly.

"I'm assuming you aren't bummed about losing the Seeker position anymore," Theo said, smirking with Draco.

"Hard to be bummed when Potter's around," Draco responded.

Harry closed his eyes. Draco loved to do this. 'This' being 'humiliate Harry beyond all possible limits'. With his quick tongue and sharp wit, it was quite hard to ward off taunts and insults that Draco swore weren't offensive. Harry started buttoning up his shirt, head ducked.

"How on Earth are you still alive with that mouth on you?" Theo muttered, shaking his head while getting dressed as well. That seemed to be the indication for the rest of his teammates to put on some clothes as well. As though suddenly realizing that they were staring, the team turned to their respective lockers and tugged out their clothes.

"It's because of my mouth that I'm still alive," Draco deadpanned.

While Blaise guffawed loudly, Harry wondered if he should take that as a sexual innuendo or not. He never knew with his boyfriend. Draco was all about subtle blatancy and double meanings. Unfortunately, Harry's thought capacity was greatly limited due to the fact that most of the people in the room hated his guts and didn't want Draco to date him. He supposed it was the same with his Gryffindor friends. When they found out about Draco's relationship with Harry, both parties had flipped out. Hexes would have flown in both directions of the Great Hall had Draco not stopped it with a breath-taking kiss that had caught Harry off guard. The public display of affection gave the staff enough time to subdue the students with threats of detention. But Draco always told Harry that it was the loud kiss that had stopped the murders that would have taken place. By the end of it all, almost four months later, the houses still hadn't come to terms. It was as though they were waiting for the two to break up, hopefully as publicly as they had kissed. Harry had refused to kiss Draco in front of anyone after the incident, worried of the consequences in the unsupervised corridors.

But that kiss had been spectacular. Even if Harry couldn't remember much about it, it was rather freeing to stop sneaking around with Draco. He smiled faintly, remembering it.

"What?" Draco asked quietly, his eyes on Harry's smile.

"Nothing," Harry murmured, shaking his head. He was about to touch the wand to his hair, wanting to dry it instantly. Draco's hand wrapped around Harry's wrist and brought it down. Harry jerked his brows up questioningly.

Draco shrugged, brushing back Harry's damp hair reverently.

"Please stop doing that," Terence muttered, getting grunts of agreement. Draco responded by raking all his fingers through Harry's hair. Harry's head tilted back at this gesture. Draco stepped forward out of reflex, already breathless as he anticipated the kiss. Then he caught the terror in Harry's green eyes. His fingers left the raven hair in an instant and he moved away, grimacing. He apologized silently. Harry shook his head, turning back to his locker. Draco stared at Harry's profile, worried that he had done something wrong. Harry was reserved when it came to letting other people into his life. Draco used to be that way. Draco used to be that way because he had to be that way. But now that the war was over, he had the freedom that he had never dreamed he could have. He didn't have to hide anymore. It was part of the reason he had asked Harry out after a particularly awful Potions class. Harry had given him a look of terror, the same one Draco had seen ten seconds ago. And Harry had refused firmly, probably wondering how damaged Draco was. But Draco was persistent. The way he saw it, what did he have to lose? But for Harry…

Draco supposed Harry had a lot of lose with this relationship. His friends, allies, supporters… a lot.

Harry flicked his eyes at Draco, noticing the clouded expression and distant eyes. He waited until Draco focused on him again. Then he smiled reassuringly, shaking his head again. Draco relaxed considerably, winking back. Harry brought his hand up to meet Draco's, squeezing it for a short moment and then letting go. Draco's smile widened when he was reminded of the first time he had tried holding Harry's hand. Harry had swatted Draco's wrist away, glaring as though Draco had tried to grope him. And here they were now, Harry initiating the contact in front of the Slytherin team. How far they had come… While Harry worried about the 'sex stuff', Draco liked to think about the 'couple stuff'.

The Slytherin team was agape as they watched the silent conversation between the two men. Draco acting this way was a first. Draco acting coy was new. Draco acting lovesick was… so strange.

After slipping on his shoes and stuffing his robes into his bag, Harry motioned for Draco to lead the way. Draco wondered where Harry wanted to go. He was grabbing his own bag when he noticed the eerie silence in the locker room. He looked up at them derisively, cocking a brow. The team scattered once again, busily getting dressed. Draco stifled his chuckle, shaking his head. "Dinner?" he asked Harry.

"In my room?" Harry whispered, low enough so Draco would be the only one listening.

Draco's eyes narrowed and a sly smile appeared against his lips. Harry being Head Boy led to many privileges. Including a private dorm. Draco nodded eagerly. Harry laughed, reading Draco's mind. Before they could move towards the door, Adrian said, "Don't forget your Firebolt, Draco."

Draco paused, about to ask why. Then he remembered the 'no longer on the team' part of the evening. His heart sank. "Right," he said, moving to broom rack where he had absently thrown his Firebolt on before the shower. "Won't be of much use to you guys," he added, grabbing it. Draco wasn't down about not being on the team anymore. It was more along the lines of how he never really belonged on the team in the first place. He was made the Seeker because his father had bought him a place into the team. Now, with his father no longer powerful or wealthy, he was a regular Slytherin. No authority, no recognition, almost nothing. He never had a place to begin with. "Let's go?" he asked Harry, pushing down his miserable thoughts.

Harry wasn't that oblivious.

"Hmm," was all Harry murmured before he pulled Draco into a loving kiss. Draco staggered into Harry, eyes wide and exhaling forcefully. Harry felt Draco freezing uncharacteristically. He looped an arm around Draco's neck and was on his toes since Draco didn't have the sense to lean down. Harry tried to forget the dozen eyes staring at them. He needed to keep his mind focused on Draco. He slid his hand up to Draco's chest, pressing his palm above the heart. Draco inhaled sharply now, snapping to reality. He dropped his broom, not caring about damned Quidditch. He wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and hoisted him up so they were at the same level. Harry's feet were dangling, floating on air. Draco's miserable thoughts fled to make room for thoughts about Harry. Thoughts about how light Harry was. Thoughts about their perfect fit. Thoughts about the night they were going to be spending together. Draco sighed as their lips separated. "I love you," he said unconsciously.

The resulting incoherent sounds made him aware of his words he hadn't bothered to whisper. The Slytherins were letting out odd noises from their throats, not quite able to comprehend what had just happened. Starting with the spontaneous kiss and ending with the profession of love… What was wrong with Draco Malfoy?

Harry blushed, keeping his eyes closed. "I love you too," he said quickly, before he could lose his nerve. That led to loud clamor as the team members slammed against the locker doors to keep from fainting. Harry colored even brighter when he heard the barely stifled gasps. He hid his face against Draco's neck. Draco was laughing giddily, hugging Harry close. Everything was so perfect with his wonderful Gryffindor. He put Harry down on the ground and picked up his fallen Firebolt. Harry pulled him out of the locker room in record time, throwing the door open and not bothering to close it as he practically ran to the castle with Draco in tow.

The Quidditch change room was bathed in unmistakable tension. Everyone stared at the spot Draco and Harry had been a short moment ago. Their words rang in their ears. They loved each other? The team had thought that Draco had turned temporarily insane, which was the only explanation they had for him dating Harry. But now… They hadn't expected things to get this serious this fast.

"Wow…" Theo murmured, blinking. "Um…"

"Yeah…" Adrian agreed.

"What just happened?"

"Malfoy's… in love?" Blaise asked, eyes wide. "Oh my fuck!"

"With Potter."

"But he's-that's not-that's so… how? When did this happen?" Blaise asked, his words getting louder as hysteria set in.

"Well, they have been dating for a while," Theo said, trying to reason.

Blaise shook his head insistently. "We're talking about Malfoy and Potter. Something wrong with that picture?"

"Grow up," Terence said sarcastically. "They aren't hurting anyone, are they?"

Blaise sputtered indignantly. "You're all missing the point here!"

Meanwhile, Harry stopped once he reached the foyer of the castle, panting. "That was totally uncalled for, huh?" he asked Draco who was also breathing heavily from the run and excitement.

"Yeah!" Draco exclaimed. "I want you to do that more often!"

Harry laughed, entwining his fingers against Draco's. "It felt nice," he said shyly.

Draco groaned, kissing Harry again. "You have to stop saying things like that," he murmured.

"Hmm," Harry hummed, shaking his head. "Bedroom?"

"Merlin, yes. Please. Now," Draco said as Harry pulled him towards the stairs. After seemingly countless stairs, doors, corridors, staring students, and wicked giggling later, they rushed into Harry's dorm and threw all the locking charms they could think of at the door. Only then did Harry kiss Draco again. Draco laughed against Harry's lips, picking him up and twirling in euphoria. Harry chuckled too, clutching Draco tightly as they spun in tight circles. "You're sure, aren't you?" Draco asked.

"Yes," Harry murmured. "I'll have to lose it sometime, right?"

"And you want it to be with me," Draco finished, nuzzling Harry's neck. He smelled so clean and untouched. It was slightly unnerving for Draco.

Harry wrapped his legs around Draco, causing the latter to stagger. "Don't drop me," Harry whispered, breathing out heat against Draco's ear.

"Wouldn't dare," Draco answered, tightening his grip to prove it.

"Bed," Harry mumbled, kissing down Draco's jaw to his neck.

Draco groaned heavily, trying to remember where Harry's bedroom was. With Harry's tongue and lips against his skin, it was near impossible to think. The soft bites nearly did him in. He was willing to ravish Harry on the floor if need be. "Fuck, Harry. Slow down. I can't remember where-ah!" His words dropped off into a low whimper as Harry's hand cupped his half-erection boldly. "Oh, Merlin," Draco murmured, trying to gather all the strength he could to stop from falling to the carpet. "Where, Potter?"

"By the fireplace," Harry answered, tugging Draco's shirt out of the trousers it was tucked into. "You've been here often enough."

"Never in your bed," Draco said, out of breath.

"First time for everything," Harry said heavily.

Thinking back, Draco couldn't quite remember getting into Harry's bed. The next thing he did remember was stripping Harry while already in bed. He flew past the buttons, peeling the shirt away. "Is it bad if I like you for your body?" he asked, lavishing kisses on Harry's torso.

Harry was working with equal fervor, less successfully since he couldn't keep his shudders under control. "Shut up and get rid of this," he hissed, wanting to touch Draco's skin. Draco complied without another word, smiling. In four seconds flat, they were pressed together chest to hip. Harry rolled over, now on top of Draco. He surged kisses against the heaving torso below him. "How on Earth are you so hot?" he murmured, trying to comprehend the situation as he tasted Draco.

Draco wrenched Harry back by the hair and brought him up for a kiss. "You're supposed to be the virgin, remember?" he said helpfully. Their teeth clashed as they struggled for dominance. "Damn it," Draco swore as he was winded by Harry's elbow. "What're you fighting for?"

Harry's lips found Draco's neck, marking him over the welt that was already showing. "Maybe I feel like doing you."

Draco let out a surprised giggle, forcing Harry against the mattress and holding him in place. "Oh no, you don't," he said, feathering his lips over Harry's stomach. Harry groaned as Draco's fingers wrapped around his arousal. He wrenched his hands out of Draco's grasp, pushing him away forcefully. Draco smirked, having a few kilos over Harry.

Harry let out a soft whisper of pleasure as warm fingers wrapped around his quivering erection. "P-please, Draco," he stammered, breath hitching.

"Please what?"

"I'll come if you keep doing that," Harry murmured.

"Insatiable," Draco laughed, pressing a kiss on Harry's stomach. "What do you want to do, then?"

Harry smiled lazily. "I don't really know how this works, sweetheart," he said.

Draco closed his eyes in response, grinning. "There's so much I want to do to you. I don't know where to start," he said.

"Make your wildest dreams come true," Harry said pragmatically.

"You really shouldn't have said that," Draco chuckled as he flicked his wand at Harry. The Gryffindor found himself in a rather hapless position right then. His wrists were bound to the headboard and his ankles were tied to the bedposts.

"Oh, fuck…"

Draco licked down from Harry's collarbone to below his navel, leaving a streak of saliva. Harry's back arched in response, his stomach churning. He let out a loud groan and shook his head. "You taste so damned good," Draco whispered sensually.

"Don't-don't talk like that," Harry begged.

"I just want to eat you up," Draco continued, biting on Harry's toned bicep. "Hmm," he sighed as he tasted the hot skin against his tongue. "This is such a turn on."

Harry was twitching uncontrollably as full-body shivers ran through him. Draco then proceeded to run his tongue all along Harry's torso, licking every inch of him from the shoulder to the hip. He lavished attention on Harry's erect nipples, biting them and then kissing them. Harry's rambling had slowed to a halt after a few minutes. Draco glanced up to find the green eyes hidden away behind wrinkled lids and teeth biting into pink lips. "Alright?" he asked. Harry nodded quickly, breathing in deeply. Draco smiled to himself as he said, "Safeword is 'stop', okay?" Harry nodded again. Draco kissed Harry's cheek absently, running his fingers down his boyfriend's neck. Harry turned his head, pressing his lips to Draco's. They kissed unconsciously, tongues tangling and lips gently tugging.

"Amazing," Harry gasps out. "You're such an amazing lover…"

"Lover?" Draco asked, taken aback by the word and feeling oddly enthused. "Really?"

"Hmm?" Harry mumbled, opening his dilated eyes.

"I'm your lover?" Draco asked.

"What did you think you were?" Harry asked with a shy smile.

Draco groaned in dismay, descending down on Harry's lips again. "Don't smile at me like that," he chided, frowning.

Harry shifted around on the mattress, getting comfortable. "I'm ready for the next round," he announced.

"Oh, shut up," Draco huffed, his cock stirring as he raked his hungry eyes over Harry. "I just want to get right to the sex part."

"Then get to it," Harry laughed. He lifted his hips up, grinding into Draco.

"Shit," Draco gasped, grappling for his wand and waving it at Harry.

"Oh," Harry yelped in shock as his knees bent on its own accord and his legs were spread apart wantonly. "F-bu-sh-Stop?"

Draco froze. He had gone too far. "S-sorry," he stammered, undoing the spell that bound Harry to the bed. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," Harry nodded, pushing his knees together and wrapping his arms around them. "Just… sorry."

"What's wrong?" Draco asked, kissing Harry lovingly.

Harry blushed. "That's… kind of obscene, isn't it?" he asked.

"What is?" Draco asked, confused.

Harry cleared his throat and fumbled with the ruffled sheets around him. "Like… I don't-it's… I don't want to…" he didn't finish.

"You don't want to?"

"Spread my legs for you," Harry mumbled nearly incoherently. Draco's jaw fell open, no sound moving out of him. Harry groaned in embarrassment when he saw this. "Don't make fun of me," he added.

Draco chuckled helplessly as he placed his hands on Harry's knees and pulled them apart. Harry paled in shock, not expecting Draco to do that. Draco's lips tracked down Harry's thighs. When he reached Harry's arousal, he sucked on the tip gently. Harry exhaled shakily. His legs fell to the side, splayed just for Draco. They moved into each other, Draco's tongue working its magic on Harry.

He waved his wand at Harry and replaced the bindings that had held the Gryffindor's wrists above his head. Harry inhaled sharply when he felt a finger push into his opening. He closed up instantly, squeezing Draco's finger. "Ooh," he sighed, frowning at the sensation.

"Hurts?"

"No," Harry shook his head.

Draco dragged his finger out and then pushed it in again. He kept his mouth on Harry's cock, not bothering to suck but keeping his tongue pressed against the tip. He dug his finger in, feeling the ridges of the sphincter. "So tight," Draco said shakily. He moved his mouth away so he could lick along the quivering opening.

"It's dirty," Harry whimpered, shaking his head. "Please…"

Draco huffed indignantly before reaching for his wand again. He pressed it to Harry's stomach. Harry felt a soft tingling, followed by a flash of cold in his body. "All clean," Draco said simply, going back to licking around his finger and Harry's rosebud.

"Feels weird, Draco," Harry groaned. "Just… speed up, won't you?"

Draco answered by pressing a second finger into the quivering sphincter. Harry was feeling stuffed already, unsure about the whole concept of sex now. Draco started to scissor his fingers against the fleshy walls, loosening Harry. He coated it with lubricant, slicking it so his fingers could slip in without much discomfort. "It's going to hurt a bit now, okay?" Draco whispered, kissing Harry's stomach as he said it. Harry could do nothing but nod and keep from clenching in fear.

Draco tried to force in another finger. "Fuck," Harry moaned, squeezing instantaneously in response. "Oh fuck…"

"It's okay," Draco soothed, running his tongue over Harry's soft cock. "You'll be okay."

"Hn," Harry whimpered, gritting his teeth while forcing his muscles to relax.

Draco could feel this and he nodded in approval. "Good. You're doing great," he said, trying to push the third finger in again.

"I can't," Harry gasped, the burning sensation running from his stretched skin and widened channel.

Draco tried to keep his disappointment low as he slowly slid his fingers out of Harry. "That's fine," he said instead, reaching for Harry's lips. "We don't have to do this."

Harry shook in anticipation against the kiss. Before Draco could undo Harry's ties, he heard, "I didn't say stop…" He froze in shock, meeting the sharp green eyes. "I can handle pain," Harry smiled.

"How much of a masochist are you?" Draco asked incredulously, smirking. He didn't waste time inserting his two fingers into Harry again.

"Anything for you, darling," Harry murmured, lifting his hips up invitingly.

Draco couldn't help but roll his eyes as he continued to prepare Harry. "Just so you know, I won't stop even you tell me to once I'm inside," he warned.

"Really?"

Draco nodded as he leaned down to kiss Harry's passionately. "Nothing you say can make me stop then," he whispered, finishing off with a harsh bite to Harry's lip.

"Ah," Harry let out, flinching away. Draco took that moment to insert his third finger. Harry clamped his mouth shut as he stifled a pained shout. His head fell to the side as the finger burrowed deep. Draco worked swiftly as he sawed his fingers in and out of Harry. Harry's fingers wound around the ties that held his wrists. His toes curled on the sheets as he tightened up instinctually. Draco felt his fingers being tugged by the rings of muscles. He groaned in response, imagining his throbbing erection instead of his fingers.

"Ready?" he asked.

"No," Harry breathed, shaking his head vehemently. "You'll be too big."

"Hmm," Draco hummed as he removed his fingers. Harry responded with a low moan. "We'll see about that," Draco murmured, guiding his cock towards Harry's twitching opening. He pressed in lightly, slicking the skin. Harry's breath hitched when he felt it, his eyes shooting open. Draco held his gaze. "Scared?" he asked, brushing the sweat out of Harry's neck. Harry nodded mutely. Draco wrapped his fingers around Harry's soft penis, jerking it four times. When he looked up at Harry again, the boy had his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth open in silent repose. Draco figured that was good enough. He slid the tip of his head into Harry.

Harry sighed, his body tensing. Draco felt the delicious clenching, making him weak-kneed. "Hell, Harry," he swore, his nails digging into Harry's shoulder. He pushed in more despite Harry's pain.

"Oh, God," Harry murmured when his sphincter seemed to scream in protest. "Please."

"More?" Draco asked breathlessly, his hands moving towards Harry's knees. Harry let out a choked reply of negation just as his legs were jerked up to his chest. Nearly bent in half, he stared up at Draco in panic. Draco arched his brows challengingly. Harry didn't know what to do. Draco let his elbows rest against the mattress as he hovered over Harry, the Gryffindor's knees trapped between them. "Got you to spread your legs for me, didn't I?" Draco asked throatily, thrusting another inch into Harry.

"D-Draco…"

Draco closed his eyes at this, nuzzling Harry. "I'll never get tired of that," he confessed. "What's wrong?"

"Don't-don't hurt me?" Harry said between spasms of pain.

Draco's heart nearly melted at the quiet statement. "Do you really think I would?" he asked with a loving smile.

"Only for you," Harry said through his haze of lust. "I'd do this only for you. So… don't… don't hurt m-" He was stopped with a breathy kiss. Draco was shaking his head as his lips sealed Harry's shut. He nudged in further. Harry inhaled sharply as he whipped his head away from Draco. "Too big."

"You can take me," Draco countered.

"I can't," Harry maintained.

"I said I wouldn't stop, didn't I?" Draco reminded Harry.

Harry felt about ready to cry when Draco said that. It wasn't that he was afraid of Draco being rough or physically hurting him. He enjoyed the aggression. It was the reason he was with Draco in the first place. But to give this much to Draco was terrifying. It was turning Harry into an emotional wreck. Never mind the act of making love. The meaning behind the act was scaring Harry. And the meaning behind the fact that Draco wouldn't stop even after Harry told him to was scaring Harry.

Then what would it mean if Harry didn't fight back?

Draco saw the silent tears rolling into Harry's hair. But there were no more words. There was no more struggling. All that was left was soft clenching inside Harry's channel that was threatening to undo Draco. Threatening to make him impale his lover in a moment of pure animalistic pleasure.

When he had refused to stop, he had been expecting Harry to lash out in anger. He knew of the pain of taking another man. He had been teasing the smaller boy when he said that he wouldn't stop. Of course he'd stop. Anything for Harry. He had been sure that he was moving slow with Harry. But this…

Why was Harry so submissive?

"Why aren't you fighting?" Draco asked.

Harry looked at Draco reflexively, chin trembling and eyes red. "I don't know," he whispered, misery taking over his voice. "I don't know…" Why wasn't he fighting? Did he need Draco that desperately that he was willing to take everything the Slytherin dished out on him?

"Are you okay?" Draco asked, brushing away Harry's tears. "We don't need to do this."

"We don't?" Harry asked nasally. Now he was confused. "But you said…"

"Of course not," Draco said, pressing a kiss on Harry's chest as he pulled out gently. If Harry wasn't ready for this, then he could wait. In fact, coming this far with his boyfriend was a surprise in itself. "I know it hurts. We don't-oh!"

He was stopped as one of Harry's legs wound around his back, jerking him closer. Harry was looking up at Draco unblinkingly and in unhidden awe. Draco would stop… Draco would wait… "Then stop going so fucking slow," he said urgently.

"What?" Draco asked, evidently lost.

"I'll change my mind again if you keep this up," Harry said, taking a deep breath. "Just get going already."

"Really?" Draco murmured, pressing a hand to Harry's cheek. Harry nodded, swallowing hard. Draco was hesitant as he inserted his aching arousal back into Harry, the head sliding in with relative ease before the first ring of muscle snapped shut.

"Faster, damn it," Harry growled, twisting the bindings the held his wrists.

"What do you mean?" Draco asked, utterly perplexed.

"Just fuck me," Harry begged. "How bloody hard is that to do?"

"It hurts less if I go slow," Draco advised.

"No time for that," Harry shook his head vehemently. "No time."

"Um…"

Now Harry wrapped both his legs around Draco's waist and thrust up. Draco nearly fell on top of Harry as he pushed in as a response. "Shit," Harry let out a mangled sob. "Don't let me think."

Draco's slicked hands were on Harry's cock that had shrunk due to the pain. "Think of me?" he asked, kissing Harry as he pushed in.

"Mhm," Harry swallowed, tightening the circle he made with his legs so he could push Draco in.

Draco felt painful sparks shoot into him and he pressed a hand to Harry's heart. "Stop," he gasped.

Harry laughed hysterically. "You have to be kidding me!" he exclaimed. "No way, Malfoy."

"Fuck," Draco groaned, his hips hitting Harry's thighs as they connected fully. Harry was so tight that Draco was squeezed agonizingly. "Stop doing that," he pleaded.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Just relax, okay?" Draco said heavily. "Calm down."

"How the fuck am I supposed to calm down?' Harry asked in disbelief, sure that Draco had torn right through him. "This fucking hurts!" That was followed by a hard clenching that set Draco's teeth on edge. He stroked Harry's cock shakily, urging him to relax. Harry didn't know whether to focus on the pain or the pleasure. "Damn it," he moaned, wiping his tears against his arms. He was surprised that he hadn't managed to pull the headboard apart with the way he had been struggling. "This is so not what I was expecting," he whispered.

"No kidding," Draco said, now able to breathe easier as Harry's muscles slowed down.

"You shut up," Harry said, glaring at Draco. "You have no idea what I'm going through."

"I do," Draco smiled faintly, brushing the sweat off of Harry's chest. "Are you feeling warm?"

"Like I'm going to explode," Harry answered.

Draco felt for his wand and flicked it at the window, opening it. A breeze flew in but Harry stiffened in response. "What?" Draco asked.

"Someone will hear us," Harry whispered, darting his eyes at the fluttering curtains.

Draco looked at the window too, narrowing his eyes. "We're in the tower, Harry," he said. "How loud were you planning on being?"

"Really loud," Harry answered in his hushed tone.

"Oh?" Draco winked roguishly. "Well, then." He pulled out an inch and then thrust in. Harry bit his lip but that didn't stop the loud cry to exit him. "Be as loud as you want."

"Sh-sh-shut the window?" Harry begged, jolting as Draco thrust in again. "Please, please, just clo-close it. I'm not warm anymore."

"Not a chance, Potter," Draco laughed, unable to comprehend the situation he was in at the moment. He was inside Harry Potter, who was tied to the bed and moaning lecherously. "Hurting?"

"Yes," Harry breathed, immense pressure building up inside him. He could feel it in his stomach, the soft thrusting. It felt like Draco was in his stomach. His muscles were giving up now, softening around the hard arousal that was rubbing against it.

"Can I try something?" Draco asked.

"No. Never. Nope," Harry said breathlessly, shaking his head.

Draco smiled as he let go of Harry's arousal much to the latter's utter dismay. Draco moved his hands to just below Harry's navel, pushing down.

Harry plunged onto Draco when he felt his prostate being brushed by the tip of Draco's wet erection. He didn't have words, just actions. He pushed his walls out, letting Draco have deeper access into him. Draco ground against Harry while applying pressure to his stomach. Harry was leaking without prompt, his mouth open and his eyes seeing nothing but bright white stars – an expression that could either be from intense pain or just the opposite.

Draco moved back out from the recess of Harry's rectum, giving both of them some breathing time. "So?"

"More," Harry said voicelessly. Draco impaled Harry in a swift move. Harry arched his back, hovering for a second before dropping to the mattress. "L-let me go," he said, jerking at his restraints.

Draco pressed the end of his wand to the bindings, making them disappear. Harry latched onto Draco, arms looping around his neck and legs still clamped around his hips. They drove into each other. Harry tried desperately to feel Draco against his small bundle of nerves deep inside but he couldn't. All he felt was pain and Draco's heat. "Do that again?" he asked Draco.

Draco pressed his palm against Harry's stomach, pushing down evenly as he sought for Harry's prostate again. "Draco," Harry whimpered.

"Louder," Draco demanded.

"Dr-Draco," Harry groaned, moving his hips out of his own accord.

"Louder," Draco murmured, sucking on Harry's earlobe as he took Harry possessively.

"Draco," Harry sobbed, so close to release but unable to reach it.

"Louder."

"DRACO!" Harry screamed as he was lifted off of the bed and driven right down onto Draco's throbbing cock.

Draco was kneeling on the bed with Harry seated on him. He was nestled so deep inside Harry that he felt like climaxing right then. He reined back his desire, allowing Harry to get accustomed to the new position. He knew Harry would feel the pressure more than ever now. "Hold onto me," he said as his hands gripped Harry's waist and lifted him up. Harry slid down with gravity on his side. "Good, right?"

"How are you doing this?" Harry asked, holding onto Draco for his dear life.

"Beats me," Draco panted. "Help me out."

"I don't think I can," Harry said, shaking with frightened laughter. "I think I'm going to die."

Draco huffed indignantly, moving his arousal inside Harry. "I can't do all the work here, Potter," he muttered. Harry smiled as he held his breath and used his arms that were around Draco's shoulders as leverage to lift up slightly before falling back down. "Shit," they swore in unison, stiffening. "I'm not going to last."

"How long do you want to last?"

"Hours," Draco whispered, moving his hands to Harry's arse cheeks and massaging them.

"Mmm," Harry hummed, slowly riding Draco. His lips were in level with Draco's neck, so he couldn't think of anything better to do than kiss the skin. Draco did the same on his end, running his tongue over Harry's collarbone. As Harry pulled up, Draco held him steady for a second before pushing him back down. "So deep," Harry groaned. "Feels like you're in my stomach."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Draco smirked, rewarding Harry with dripping kisses.

"I meant it as a compliment," Harry added. "I want to come so bad but I can't."

"Don't," Draco said. "Hours, remember?"

Harry strained to get all of Draco inside him, receiving small flutters of ecstasy whenever they managed to meet at the right time. He never knew Draco would be this good at sex. It was like the Slytherin knew what was going on in Harry's head. Harry would have felt rather inadequate if it weren't for the fact that he was too consumed by Draco thrusting into him. "Is-is this good?" Harry asked, heaving for air. He had never been tired and jittery at the same time. He wanted Draco to do so many things to him that his brain was starting to reject any kind of thought in general.

"Are you kidding me?" Draco asked incredulously. "I'm inside Harry Potter. Yeah, it's bloody brilliant." Harry scoffed, squeezing Draco both with a hug and contraction of muscles. "Whoa," Draco breathed, digging his nails into Harry.

"Like that?" Harry asked, squeezing him again.

"Yeah," Draco said. "You won't believe how much."

"It doesn't really hurt anymore," Harry noted. "It's just numb."

"Really?"

"Hmm."

"Good." Draco pushed urgent lips onto Harry's and shoved Harry's arms away. Harry fell backwards onto the bed but he still gripped Draco's cock in him, clenching in shock. Draco grabbed Harry's legs under the knees and lifted them up. Harry fisted the sheets as his legs fell over Draco's shoulders. "Ready?" Draco asked, hovering above Harry.

"For what?" Harry asked in bewilderment.

Draco smiled roguishly as he thrust into Harry and pulled out in a matter of two seconds. Harry didn't have time to breathe before Draco plunged into him again and them pulled out. "Oh God," Harry trembled as his walls were dragged in and out in quick successions. Draco picked up speed exponentially, ramming into Harry as fast as he could. He was met with almost no resistance from either inside Harry or by Harry's fists. He took that as a good sign. He stared at Harry as he drove in deep, wondering what was going through the Gryffindor's mind.

Harry had to consciously tell himself to breathe. The rate at which his body was lurching caused all the air to be pushed out of his lungs before it could be fully saturated into him. Being bent nearly ninety degrees at the waist wasn't helping his diaphragm either.

Draco heard the labored breathing coming out of Harry's clamped mouth. He used his teeth to pry Harry's lips apart. Then he pressed both hands to Harry's navel and pushed down. Harry's jaw unlocked and a delicious moan escaped him. Followed by another. And another. And another.

When Harry realized that he could vocalize his incomprehensible feelings, all thoughts of the open window were gone. He cried out in ardor, eyes rolling to the back of his head. His hand was at his leaking cock, stroking in time with Draco's thrusts. "H-h-harder," he begged, needing more friction against his prostate. Draco responded eagerly, their skin slapping against each other now. He ran rough fingers through Harry's hair. Harry snapped his head back in response, searching for Draco.

Their tongues clashed before lips, winding and plummeting into each other. Harry's voice was accompanied by Draco's now, soft gasps and rolling groans falling out of them. Draco was going to hold onto Harry forever. He would never let the man leave. "I love you so much," he said after pulling away from the burning kiss.

"Hn, Draco," Harry jerked, stiffening. His hand was moving furiously against his arousal. He was at the crest of the wave. "Draco," he moaned, yearning for Draco's touch. He arched up.

Draco slid his hands up to Harry's chest, feeling the overworked heart and panicked lungs work under the ribs. He rested his forehead against Harry's shoulder. He could hear the soft growls in Harry's throat, aggressive and demanding. Every sound coming out of Harry was turning Draco on. He spun patterns over Harry's torso, working his way down until his hands were on Harry's raised hips.

Harry shattered when Draco's hands caressed his arousal fondly. He screamed in fervor, wrenching the bedcovers right off the mattress as he fisted the sheets. He shot five times in quick succession, spraying over both their stomachs. "Fuck," Draco groaned, the sight of Harry in full orgasm driving him forward. All too soon, Harry's channel urged Draco to spill inside. Warm wetness filled Harry as Draco thickened inside him, stretching him painfully.

"Stay inside, stay inside," Harry garbled, violently pulling Draco close and crushing him in an embrace. "Stay."

Draco was still twitching as he continued to fill Harry. Their sharp breaths ran together while Harry tried to stop from shivering and Draco tried to stop from continuing to thrust in. Harry was breathing vocally, legs tangled with Draco. They fell asleep without prompt, Quidditch and the sex taking a toll on them.

Harry opened his eyes a couple of hours later. He felt Draco's breath against his shoulder blade. They were curled into a single ball of shaking muscle, Draco's lips pressed against Harry's neck. "Draco?" Harry whispered.

"Hmm?" Draco answered.

"Wow."

Draco smiled. "Wow," he echoed.

Harry, whose arms were already circled around Draoc's waist, turned over onto his back. "Again," he said, his lust-filled emerald irises casting the most magnificent look at Draco.

"Sleep," Draco said instead, running soft fingers over Harry's neck. He had riddled it with harsh marks. "Go to sleep."

"Again, Malfoy," Harry demanded. "Harry Potter, remember?"

"Spoilt brat," Draco snickered. Besides, who was he to argue with the Boy-Who-Lived? "Love you," he said.

"Love me some more," Harry whispered.

"Okay," Draco whispered back, fingers returning to Harry's hips and lifting him up gently.