A hazy warmth spreads over the room as Harry sleeps. Draco stirs from sleep and runs his fingers up the inside of Harry's thigh. He can feel the resulting pulse, notices the widening of Harry's knees. Draco continues his soft exploration. His fingertips run the length of Harry's leg from kneecap to juncture of thigh and groin. He lets them linger against the edge of Harry's cock, pressing roughly before moving away.
Harry groans, rolling his hip at the loss. He feels Draco's hand slip beneath his jumper and run up his side, slithering back and forth on the way back down. His eyes are closed as the sensations take over. Just when he feels like Draco cannot fire any more nerve endings, he grasps Harry's cock through his trousers.
"Fuck, Draco."
Draco's response is to wrap a leg around Harry's and rut, allowing him to feel his own erection. Harry lifts his head and looks down—runs his fingers through Draco's hair and tightens.
"We should move," Draco says before biting Harry's thigh.
Harry is trying to contemplate this. Everything is new. The touches, the feelings—the body parts. He doesn't have much time before Draco's up and pulling Harry's hands toward the bed. They tumble-fall onto the mattress together, Draco shoving the duvet out of the way as they wriggle toward the pillows. When they can reach one another easily, Harry swallows his thoughts and takes initiative. He kisses Draco, a soft kiss that asks permission rather than begs forgiveness.
Draco commands more. His legs pull Harry closer and they are trying to get more-enough-now.
"I'm guessing you've never been with a man before?"
The question freezes Harry. "No." He looks over his shoulder. "I-is that a problem?"
Draco licks Harry's bottom lip, tugs it between his teeth and sucks on it. He releases it with a wet pop. "No. I'll make it easier on you. Just—it's been a while since I've bottomed. Take your time."
Harry's confused. "You mean, you want—"
"I want you to fuck me."
Draco's playing with his neck and attempting to kiss him. Harry breathes into the kiss so he's breathless when he's situated between Draco's thighs. Draco helps him by taking his shirt off, followed by his trousers. He's not wearing pants. Harry stares down at him long enough to realize he's still got his own clothes on. By the time he's down to his socks, Draco's lazily stroking his cock with a grin. Harry stumbles, nearly falling when he catches Draco watching him.
His climb back into the bed is anything but graceful, but he's back where he started.
"You have done this part before, yes?" Draco reaches out a hand to cup Harry's cheek.
Harry nods, thinking that the basics are the same, even if some of the parts are not. He watches Draco's body curve and clench and relax. He's mesmerized.
"All yours, then." Draco throws his arms behind his head, waiting expectantly.
"Right," Harry says, more to himself than the naked man beneath him.
"Accio lube," Draco calls out. The bedside drawer rattles, then slides open to allow a small white jar to follow Draco's command. "Here." He shoves the jar into Harry's hand and resumes his position.
Harry unscrews the lid and liberally coats his index finger. This, he lowers to Draco's entrance and begins rubbing circles against the muscle there. When he feels the other man relax, he tips the finger down and in, allowing it in to the first knuckle. He rotates it, moves it up and down, then slides forward again. While the resistance is there, he doesn't see pain or fear on Draco's face.
He spends some time sliding in and out, seeking the release of pressure before adding more lube and stretching Draco with the second finger. This time, Draco winces. Harry waits until his face calms. He gets a nod and an exhale. On the next exhale, Harry pushes forward slowly. He can feel the ring of muscle fighting him a little, so he's cautious and slow. When he tips his fingers up, he can just feel the edge of something. He's not sure exactly what he's looking for, so he doesn't search until the third finger goes in.
This time, Draco's right hand grips the sheets. His whispered "fuck" is a sure sign that it's been a while and Harry tentatively reaches his other hand out to Draco's cock. In his head, it isn't any different than his own, so he grips it from beneath and begins to stroke upward at the same rhythm his fingers are moving.
Draco's groaning again, chin tilted upward. "Fuck me."
The words startle Harry and he's not ready for them. He's concentrating so hard on preparing Draco that he hasn't thought this far. His fingers slide out to a familiar squeeze. Draco sucks in a breath at the loss and squirms.
Harry uses his other hand to lube his cock, bringing himself back to hardness before getting back to his knees. He tries to situate himself, to push in, but his cock softens. He bites his lower lip and pumps his cock again. Once lined up, he rubs the cockhead there and closes his eyes at the sensations. Draco's pushing back against him and Harry feels himself start to slip in, but he goes soft again.
"I don't-I don't understand-why isn't this working?" Harry's mumbling to himself softly, jerking angrily on his cock. Draco sits up on his elbows to listen. "I'm such an idiot. I can't even have sex. What the fuck is wrong with me?" Another sharp pull on his cock and Harry whimpers.
Draco grabs hold of Harry's wrists. "Stop." He pulls them away from Harry's limp cock. "It's all right. There's nothing wrong with you." He moves the lube out of the way and flips them so Harry is on the bottom. "If you still want this, I can top."
Harry's looking to the side and Draco doesn't want to push. He grabs the jar and starts to screw the lid on, but Harry says, "I want it." Draco waits long enough to be sure Harry isn't going to change his mind, then sets the lid aside.
Draco prepares Harry slow and makes sure he's comfortable with every step before he continues. When Harry winces or jolts or grips the sheets, Draco backs off until Harry asks for more. The third finger is brutal for him and Draco employs his skilled tongue to keep Harry's mind off the initial pain. Once he's relaxed into the sensation, Draco rotates his knuckles, angles his fingertips upward, searches for something until Harry cries out. He rubs it several times then continues to suck his cock as he pulls out.
Harry isn't paying too much attention while Draco lubes his own cock up. It's when Draco moves atop him that Harry starts to panic a little. Draco grabs the head of his cock and rubs gently at Harry's entrance.
"Are you ready?" Harry nods, teeth clenched. "Breathe, Harry."
When the head pops through, Harry's hands come up and brace against Draco's forearms. He starts to cry.
"Fuck, Draco," he whimpers. "It hurts."
Draco kisses his jaw. "I know."
When his crying worsens as Draco starts to push forward, Draco changes his mind and starts to pull out. Harry's grip hurts him, then, as he looks up and whispers, "Please?"
Draco stares at him for a minute, then starts to move. He's softer now, so he leans down and kisses Harry, runs his hand up his thigh and pinches his nipple. At Harry's soft moan, Draco starts to move. Harry holds on to his arms and gasps into his mouth as they move together through the pain and the emerging pleasure. He doesn't come when Draco does, several minutes later. When Draco pulls out, Harry rolls to his side and curls into a ball.
He's hesitant, but Draco reaches around him and strokes him back to hardness. Soft kisses along his shoulder are a contrast to the thumb twisting and looping over the head of his cock. He's gasping, toes curling as he comes. They fall asleep with spunk on the sheets and tears staining Harry's pillow, both unsure what just happened.