Summary: Harry wasn't expecting it to happen without some complications , but he never imagined it would happen like this.
Warnings: Some implied freshness, mostly safe, hopefully humorous and cute
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related characters do not belong to me, I simply borrow them to play with, and make no proft besides my own amusement
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"Sex is done for three purposes, really: procreation, confirmation of ones sappy feelings and satisfaction, right?"
Harry nodded.
"Well, I don't need an heir yet, I already know that you are hopelessly enamored with me, and I assure you that I'm satisfied with that fact."
Draco paused briefly before finishing. "So, I don't think I'm interested, Potter."
"You're not interested?" Harry questioned, trying to hold his temper.
"Not really. I don't think I am," Draco confirmed.
"And you thought it was good idea to tell me that now?"
"Why so cross, Potter? You told me to communicate more and all that rot. I thought you'd be happy," Draco asked petulantly.
"Draco, I'm this close from burying my cock in your arse and you tell me that you don't want to now?" Harry's face seemed to be fighting between anger and incredulity.
Draco quickly closed his legs and tucked them underneath him.
"You stay over there," he commanded with an outstretched finger in the direction of Harry's excitement.
"I can't believe you. Why didn't you say something before?" Harry grunted out through clenched teeth.
"Like when?" the blond asked innocently, discretely drawing the sheet over his lap.
"I don't know. Maybe when I asked if you'd spend the night with me? Maybe before we got naked?" The equally nude brunet narrowed his green eyes at his boyfriend.
"How was I to know the lewd thoughts going on inside that small brain of yours?" Draco defended himself.
Harry dropped the lube to the side, wiping his hand on the cotton bedspread in frustration . Harry was finding Draco's sudden refusal hard to take in. The blond had been fine when they reached the Room of Requirement, the magical room that had accommodated Harry's needs and tailored itself accordingly fifth year for the DA.
Now, there was only a large bed in the darkened room with flickering lights illuminating their bodies. The slightly younger man had offered no protests when their kissing became more involved or to the dedicated attention Harry paid his body.
It was only when Harry's lubed finger was introduced in to the equation that the blond had moved back and started talking about the purpose behind sex.
"What exactly did you think this was you daft git?" Harry asked finally.
Draco shrugged his shoulders, entwining the edge of the silk sheet in his fingertips.
"What about these?" he plucked one of the flickering lights that were actually tiny sprites with luminous wings out of the air and presented her to Draco.
"That was a tad odd, Harry. I thought they were a little voyeuristic," Draco replied, looking disturbed.
Harry released the fairy, stoically accepting her tiny kick in his chin for the sudden rough treatment.
"Draco, you've done some horrible things to me."
"I'm a Slytherin; it's expected," Draco replied agreeably.
Harry's glare cut off whatever other explanation he could offer. "But this is by far the worst."
"I thought you were supposed to be understanding and noble?" the Slytherin asked sarcastically.
"I'm not a saint, Draco, and this is unfair. You jerk me around—I get it—but to this level…" he finished with a growl of resignation.
"I'm going to go cool off," Harry announced, moving towards the edge of the bed and swinging his legs over. "I'll see you."
Harry bent to grab his discarded pants and drew them on in one swift movement. It wasn't until the brunet reached the door that Draco realised he was really leaving.
"That's easy for you to say, Potter, but you're not the one who is going to be split apart!" Draco spat out angrily and began to gather up his own clothing.
Harry turned sharply from the door way. "Draco?"
"What?" the blond answered tersely.
Harry shook his head in disbelief at his own blindness. "You're scared."
"Scared? Scared of what? I'm not scared!" Draco denied, twisting to pull his trousers on under the sheet.
Harry went to his side, grabbing a hold of one pant leg and preventing Draco from putting them on.
"That's all you had to say, Draco," he comforted as he threw the pants away from them. "It's going to be fine."
"I'm not scared. I'm disgusted! Repulsed! I can't do this with you. I keep seeing Crabbe and Goyle locked in an arduous embrace; all that floundering flesh, those animal groans. It's put me off my lunch."
"When did you ever get to see that?" Harry exclaimed.
"I walked in on them in our dorm room once." Draco closed his eyes, shuddering at the image he inadvertently recalled.
"Your bodyguards' techniques aside, it can be a little messy. You get worked up and sweat a little, but it feels really good. Why else would people do it so much?"
"It didn't seem good with Blaise's paramour," Draco contradicted.
"And how exactly do you know this?" Harry asked in disbelief.
"One night I guess he forgot to put a silencing spell around his bed and I heard everything," Draco confessed.
"What did you hear exactly?" the brunet asked, taking a seat next to him.
"The agonized screams of whoever was with him."
"Your roommates really need to learn the value of privacy. Look, without getting too detailed, your friend likes sex a little rough. I'm sure whoever was with him liked it like that way too," Harry explained.
"I don't have any sadistic tendencies, and Merlin's knows you're not a masochist," he continued. "If you're really not ready or scared that's fine, but be completely honest and don't let me get this far and then change your bloody mind like we're talking about what you're going to wear," Harry said earnestly, trying to get him to understand.
Draco gazed sideways at him, tilting his head back a little after a while. "Ok, Harry, I'll trust you, but if you hurt me…." He let the threat linger in the air.
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Poised above him, the brunet cringed when he took in the wide eyes glistening with tears. The kiss-roughened mouth was drawn in a snarl and opened to yell angry oaths.
"You lying shit!"
Harry had to move his head quickly to avoid the blow that was aimed there.
"Get way from me!" the blond commanded.
"Move!" He pushed at Harry's shoulders.
"I swear, Harry Potter, I'm going to hex you!" The trapped young man was starting to get frantic.
"It's okay, the discomfort will pass. I promise," Harry tried to soothe him, dropping small kisses across his brow.
"You said it wouldn't hurt, you ponce!" Draco complained.
"Just give it a moment, trust me."
Even with the lubrication, the unfamiliar stretching of his muscles felt extremely uncomfortable. Draco didn't know why he had agreed to this.
"Don't move!" the blond ordered, holding Harry's hips at bay.
Harry smoothed the sweaty blond strands off his forehead. The indignant expression on the other man's face would have been cute if his ire wasn't deterring Harry from doing the thrusting he was aching to do.
Harry straightened his back a bit to ease the discomfort from remaining motionless, but this unknowingly caused him to withdraw a bit and when he moved back to his previous position, the tip of the invader hit Draco's prostate.
This time the expression on the Slytherin's face was anything but indignant.
"Do that again!" he said instead and Harry happily hurried to comply.
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"Harry?" the blond asked from his position next to the sated Gryffindor.
"Hmm?"
"How did you know about Blaise's tendencies?" Draco asked suspiciously.
"You were my first too, you git. Word just gets around." Harry smiled innocently at him and laid a kiss on his forehead.
"You better not know anything on a personal level, Potter," Draco muttered into the skin of Harry's shoulder.
I don't, its just that when Blaise visits our room he doesn't use silencing spells either and Seamus is quite vocal"
