Draco somewhat preferred blushing and bashful Harry, but couldn't deny he was thoroughly enjoying frenzied and forward Harry as he turned his lips to his jaw. His teeth closed around the edge of his jaw, and he sucked in a hiss. But it only lasted a moment before that mouth was trailing hot, open kisses down the side of his throat.

Jesus, I'm not sure what I did right but this is incredible. He's on me like a starving person on a buffet.

Draco's ragged breath hitched as those lips lowered to his chest, and then they were making their way steadily lower and lower over his abdomen and a whine broke through his teeth.

"Fuck," he whispered as he reached his whiskey hand out to set the glass on a nearby book case. Harry's tongue was gliding over his stomach like he was coated in sugar, his hands fumbling with the buckle of his belt and all rational thought fled. "That was quicker than I expected."

"Shut the fuck up," Harry breathed against his skin as his buckle came undone. He huffed a laugh, letting his head fall back against the wall as his erection was freed. "Fucking hell," he whispered to himself.

Draco pulled his lower lip between his teeth as Harry took him into his mouth. Christ, is that all it took? I take my shirt off and he's immediately on his knees. The hands bracing on his hips tugged his trousers down and slid around him to grip his arse, drawing a gasp through his teeth.

The situation was almost too ridiculous for him to believe, but he could barely think through the sensation because god damn, Harry was good at this. His fingers wove back through his hair, and it was so much softer than it looked. He let himself enjoy this a moment more, but he wasn't about to let this be the main event if the evening was going to progress this way. So, somewhat reluctantly, he gently tugged on the hair in his fist, and lifted his head off the wall to peer down at the brunette.

"Harry, would you like to fuck me?" His green eyes went wide, lips still wrapped around his cock as he slowly leaned away to answer.

"I-" He swallowed and started again. "I-I don't think I'll… Last," he confessed quietly. A corner of Draco's lips curved into a smirk as Harry's cheeks flamed.

"How do you feel about getting fucked, then?"

Harry's wide eyes flashed back down to his dick once before cautiously returning his gaze. And nodded.

"Yeah?" Draco confirmed as he helped him back to his feet. Hesitation was a bare whisper beneath the eagerness in his eyes, but he only nodded again.

"Y-yeah."

Lips and hands came crashing down on Draco like a sudden storm as he began leading them back towards his room, fingers impatiently releasing Harry from his hoodie. It was a somewhat clumsy ascent up the few steps into the hall toward the back of his apartment, but Harry's feverish mouth was slowly infecting his own, and then he was ripping his t-shirt up over his head and Jesus fucking Christ, there were those abs again. He took a brief intermission on their journey to press him against the wall and slide his hands up that rippling torso, hips flush against Harry's, and earned himself a delightful groan.

"Y-you," he gasped as Draco turned his mouth against his throat. "You can't t-tell anyone about this." He had to chuckle.

"Relax, Potter," he muttered against his jaw as he ground his hips into Harry's a bit harder. "I don't kiss and tell."

The Seeker's thunderous pulse beneath his skin invited Draco's teeth to clamp over his throat, and a gasp whistled into his mouth.

Returning his lips to Harry's, he dragged him by the belt loops the rest of the way with him to the bedroom and then it was a flurry of fabric and hands and skin, so much skin. But only when Draco gripped his hips and pulled them flush from knees to chest did their lips break away, he with a groan and Harry with a gasp.

"Shit," he released on his exhale, and Draco smiled down at him.

"Still want this?"

Harry's half-lidded gaze lifted from his mouth to his eyes, cheeks still gorgeously flushed and uneven breaths dragging through his lips.

"Fuck yes." Draco huffed a laugh.

"Thank god," he whispered before giving Harry's hips a little shove back, and he landed heavily on the mattress.


Harry's mind went completely numb as he drank in Draco's body. He knew he was staring, but couldn't process any shyness for the fact, because he'd never seen anyone built like the fucking model naked before him. Slender feet ended long, lithe legs which rose up to such a narrow waist, he was sure he could fit both hands around it. His skin was like alabaster, and flawless, which niggled something at the back of his mind but he couldn't be bothered to worry about it because that toned stomach was leading up to a broad chest, boasting broad shoulders and strong arms. Neck as long as his fingers, and that goddamn face…

Draco wore a smirk as Harry blinked up at him. And then his wand flew into his fingers, and he twirled it between them.

"You've done this before, yes?"

Harry realized he'd been gaping when his teeth clicked shut. Draco raised a pale eyebrow at him, but he hastily assembled a lie before he could piece together the truth.

"Of c-course. Once or twice."

Why his touch is the only one I can tolerate, and actually thrill to, is embarrassing enough! He doesn't need to know this is… My first time.

Draco didn't look convinced, but didn't push him further as he closed the gap between their knees and angled his head down towards him. Harry braced his palms back against the bed to lean his head back, never breaking eye contact.

"You'll want to scoot back on the bed, then."

Truthfully, he already would've if not for the incredible sight before him. And he was about to fuck him! His pulse whooshed in his ears as he compliantly scooted back onto the mattress, and Draco followed on his knees.

Once he was laid back against the pillows, the blond took a moment to appreciate Harry in his fullness, drawing his lower lip between his teeth as he did so. And his heart gave a loud thud in his throat as one of those slender hands reached out to spread his knees apart. Draco aimed his wand between his thighs, and Harry fisted the sheets in anticipation, because how many times had he cast those spells and never felt the effects himself? A little gasp he hoped was imperceptible lept down his throat as he felt suddenly somewhat… Slick? And a strange emptiness that begged to be filled. Holy shit… FUCK!

Draco discarded his wand and leaned over Harry, right between his legs, and their erections brushed against each other again. Christ, it'd been too long since he'd had sex. He hadn't been lying when he said he wouldn't last; that brief contact was nearly enough to make him succumb.

"It's… B-been a while, so could you… Go s-slowly?" Harry quietly petitioned. He expected Draco to smirk at him again, to make some smug comment about his dry spell, but his eyes turned suddenly sincere.

"Of course. Let me know if I hurt you at all."

Harry's heart tightened in his chest, but he only nodded and hesitantly wrapped his arms around his neck, drawing his lips back down onto his own. Draco scooted his knees up to either side of Harry's hips, hands positioning them so their groins were pressed more intimately together, and just as another groan leaked out of him, he felt a tongue delving deep into his mouth. His breath hitched in his throat at the velvety texture of it against his own, and just when his head started to swim with the intensity of his kiss, Draco started rutting against him, slowly, intentionally.

Oh fuck… Oh shit, it's not even in yet, and I… FUCK, if I cum from just this, I'll never live it down…!

He squirmed beneath the blond for a moment before a gasp finally tore their mouths apart. Draco's hips stilled, and he peered down at Harry, studying his face.

"Ready?"

Harry could only nod for fear of what his voice might sound like. And then Draco was repositioning himself, bearing down on his entrance, and it was all he could do to fist the sheets and wait in excruciating anticipation before he was pushing in.

Oh…

Despite the initial discomfort of his introduction, the way Draco's eyes slid shut as he dealt little thrusts deeper and deeper into him made a shiver crawl up his spine. Holy shit…

"Ffffuck," he groaned as he lowered his head to Harry's shoulder. And then, aided by the spells he'd cast on him, he slid in to the hilt, sending Harry's spine arching with a cry. "Alright?"

Draco's voice was raw and breathless in his ear as he slowed his thrusts, waiting for Harry's reply. Oh god, it was so strange. But despite the fullness of him, there was some itch begging to be scratched inside him, and having Draco slow down was doing the opposite of what he needed.

"Yes– God, just… Don't stop," he begged in a strangled voice. And finally, with a low groan, the blond ramped back up, and up, and up, and Harry couldn't help but respond. His voice hiked with Draco's pace, until finally that spot within him lit up like magic, and he gave a particularly urgent shriek.

"Fuck-ing Christ, you…" If Draco's voice hadn't been directly in his ear, he mightn't have heard it over his own cries and the lewd slapping of flesh against flesh as he drilled into him. Harry's head swam with the novel pleasure, and then Draco was pulling back to kneel before him, brow drawn as he watched him. "Fuck, you look so fucking good."

He looped an arm beneath one of Harry's legs, drawing him up into every thrust as his other hand reached between them to wrap his long fingers around Harry's straining length. His knuckles went white on the sheets as he stroked him, all the while abusing that spot inside him and an egregious, low whine sounded in his throat.

"God, you feel incredible. Haa- Harry, does it feel good?"

Oh fuck, I'm about to–

"Ye- AH!" He sprayed his torso with a cry, legs trembling around Draco as his ruts became urgent. Another curse broke on his lips and it was just then Harry was able to blink up at him, and what he saw nearly made him climax again.

The blond's head was thrown back, the muscles of his arms taut as he held Harry's hips and stomach rippling with the effort. In the final few thrusts, he returned his gaze down to the brunette, sending several strands of blond down over his glistening brow, and he actually did yield another spurt of cum with Draco's last intentional thrust. And the ecstasy that washed over his features, the way his voice contorted out of him burned itself into Harry's memory.