If I'd known I'd get a response like that, I would've done that way sooner. God, seeing him so hot and bothered is incredible. I want to see his face like that again…

Feeling quite a bit more confident, I decided to flip Draco onto his back and straddle him. The surprise on his face was obvious, but it wasn't the expression I wanted. Emulating what he'd done, I lowered myself to kiss him again before moving my lips to his cheek, his jaw, his neck.

He smells and tastes amazing. Is this really only human skin? No… It's Draco's skin.

As I moved down his collarbone, I made sure to kiss every scar I'd left on him as tenderly as I dared. Without even thinking about it, I briefly lowered my ear to his chest. His racing heart thudded loud in my ear, and I grinned before resuming down his torso. Once I reached his navel, a fine, silver fuzz greeted my lips, and panic surged through me.

Am I ready for this? Can I even do it? Oh, god, what if he thinks I'm shit at this… What if I AM shit at this?

Draco seemed to sense my hesitation, because he covered one of my hands with his and lifted his head.

"You really… Don't have to do that…"

I glanced up at his compassionate, if a bit unsteady, expression, and suddenly my resolve was set. No. I'm going to see that look on his face again, if it's the last thing I do.

"I know. I… I want to."

Turning my gaze from his concerned face, I resolutely pulled his pajama trousers and briefs down to his ankles. Having come face-to-face with his erection, I swallowed. Thankfully, he'd dropped his head back onto the bed, so whatever reaction I'd had was hidden from him. I ran my hands back up his legs, and curiously leaned in to nudge him with my nose. One of his legs twitched, and I nearly missed the quiet half-gasp he gave. This only encouraged me, though, and I decisively ran my tongue over his tip.

He gasped again as his flavor spread across my tongue.

Oh my god. That's… Not bad.

This time, when my mouth returned, I took his head into my mouth. He inhaled deeply as I ventured to swallow as much as I could. Draco let out a stuttering breath as I tested my oral limits. The taste of him flooded my senses, and I was suddenly sucking off as much of him as I could handle.

Fuck… If this is what it's like, it's no wonder this was the first thing he wanted to try with me. If I taste half as good as him, I don't understand why this isn't what he'd want to do all the time.

Draco's breath was coming more quickly now, and every exhale was a different kind of moan. His hand found mine on his thigh and gripped it tightly, and I, in turn, gripped his thigh.

"Fuck… H-Harry…"

I took this to mean I was doing a good job, and felt a certain satisfaction at the fact. If I could do half as much as he did for me the previous night, I'd have no regrets. His moans were increasing in pitch, though, and as they did, I was suddenly disappointed. I can't see his face from here.

As painful as it was, I eventually withdrew my mouth and clambered back on top of him. His bleary gaze found my face, and confusion stained his features.

"I want to watch," I explained.

He seemed to comprehend as his eyes focused and searched the bed for his wand. I lifted myself to lower my trousers and boxers just enough to poise myself over him, and saw him glance down. A glimmer of the expression I was looking for flashed across his face as he finally palmed his wand and cast the same spells he'd been using on us. Once that was done, he rested back on the bed and looked up at me with a cautious kind of intrigue. Carefully, very carefully, I slid myself down onto him.

His mouth opened into a perfect O, and I imagined mine did the same as he filled me. Slowly, I came to settle all the way down on his hips. A groan slipped from my lips as he released the breath he'd been holding with a sigh. I grit my teeth as I adjusted, again, to the sensation. Remembering what I'd learned, though, I forced myself to relax. Once I did, I lifted myself up and dropped down.

Our resulting moans seemed to harmonize. I couldn't begin to describe what he felt like inside me, but it was amazing. My hips started moving of their own accord as I took him into him, again and again. Draco's hands came to grip my hips as he thrusted into me, and I was rewarded with that expression on his face again. I could hardly focus on it, though, so overwhelming was the sensation. My eyes rolled back in my head.

My legs were just barely reaching an ache (I had been at Quidditch tryouts for the first time in years today) when he surprised me by flipping us over. This motion was accompanied by an incredible growl that sounded in his throat. He pressed my knees nearly to my shoulders as he pounded into me, and I saw white. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, his right hand released my knee to grip my twitching erection. His attentions brought me to the precipice, and my own voice nearly deafened my ears.

Toward the end, I remembered to focus on his face. A sheer gleam reflected off his contorted brow. His eyes were tightly shut, in contrast to his gaping, slightly smiling mouth. I committed the image to memory as we climaxed together. Our bodies shuddered as warmth covered my chest and filled my insides. I was in utter bliss.

Draco collapsed onto my heaving chest, also heaving. We lay there a few euphoric moments, catching our breath, before I felt his hand searching the bed again. Once he'd found what I assumed was his wand, he cleaned us up and carefully withdrew from me. We both groaned at the extraction, and sighed once he'd laid beside me. Once my wits had slightly returned, the first words on my lips were a question.

"S-so… Did I… Make up for it?"

His next labored exhale came out as a laugh.

"And then some."

His laughter infected me as we lay next to each other, fighting to control our respective breathing. My arm beneath him started to grow numb, though, and I withdrew it with another groan. We were both glistening with sweat as I kicked my pants and trousers the rest of the way off, but I turned into him nonetheless. The arm and leg I threw over him seemed to stick, but I didn't mind. I tucked my head onto his chest and sighed.

"I think…" I love you. "You're amazing." My already flushed cheeks warmed further.

Draco's arm under my neck curled to rub my back as he pressed a kiss to my head.

"My sentiments exactly."

Holy shit… Oh fuck… Oh my god… What!?

That's not… I'm not… We… Love?

My panic must've been lost within the post-coital reconstitution, because Draco didn't comment, didn't react. All the same, my thoughts were circling the drain of do I love him?

Thankfully, he didn't seem to notice as he carefully extracted himself from me and went to collect our water glasses. I was still deeply lost in thought when he returned with fresh water.

"Thanks," I commented, taking my glass from him and propping myself up on my elbow. I hastily downed it as he sipped his own, curiously eyeing me.

"What?"

Fuck me.

"What what?"

He sat on the edge of the bed, raising an eyebrow at me. I hadn't convinced him, but he seemed to sense my panic, and thankfully decided to drop it.

"Nothing, I guess." He sipped his water again. "So… Quidditch practice is Monday Wednesday Friday, right?"

"Oh, uh… Y-yeah. Shouldn't be as late as tonight, m-maybe ending around eight thirty?"

Do I love him?

Draco hummed in assent, and I clumsily offered my empty glass back to his wand. After refilling it, I swallowed as much of it as I could. Seeing I'd drunk all I could, he took the glass from my hand and set both of ours down on the bedside table.

Surely not. That was just a fluke, a moment of drunkenness and post-coital bliss. I'm not in love with Draco.

I gulped, and he sighed.

"Okay, what is wrong?"

The concern in his face almost drew the truth from my lips, but I swallowed it.

"Tell you in our dream?"

I offered a guilty smile up at him as he rolled his eyes and slid into bed beside me.

"Fine. Shift over, I'm pulling the blankets up."

I complied, and suddenly wished the fire would go out and the windows would close so Draco couldn't see my expressions anymore. When all that happened as I'd hoped, my eyes widened in surprise.

"The fuck?" Draco sat up and looked around.

"Sorry, I… I think that was me."

"Bloody hell, Harry." He flopped back onto the bed beside me. "You're scary powerful, you know that?"

A sheepish grin crept into my features, but I took comfort from the fact that he couldn't see it anymore.

"I once inflated my aunt at fifteen because she talked shit to my face. Got an earful from the ministry."

Draco laughed, and my anxiety eased slightly.

"Sounds about right."

"God, I could tell you some stories." Finally relaxing a bit, I curled back into him.

"You should sometime," he commented as he pulled me into him.

"Hm," I agreed as my exhaustion finally overcame me.