The blond was beginning to enjoy the feeling of Harry's fingers dancing inside of him. He was on his knees, elbows on the pillow. He bit down on the pillowcase and moaned.
"You are so beautiful," Harry whispered slipping his fingers in and out. He kissed Draco's shoulder, "I'm going to start… relax, okay?" he said.
Draco nodded.
After several minutes of silence, Draco felt Potter's cock pressed against his bottom. It was slick with lubricant and the blond shuddered, feeling both eager and intimidated.
Draco gasped when Harry pushed the tip in slowly. He was overwhelmed by how intimate this was. They were so close that the length of his body was almost perfectly aligned with Harry's. Draco had never been this close to another person before. It felt good and safe and completely natural.
"Are you okay?" Harry whispered.
"Yes."
Harry pushed in further and Draco began panting. He wasn't sure he could handle much more of the large intrusion into his body.
"I know it's painful, do you want me to pull out?"
"No," Draco replied firmly, "Just fill me..."
Harry was still for a moment. Draco could feel hot breath ghosting against his spine. Then, with little warning, Harry finished pushing himself inside.
"Oh god!" Draco cried out in response.
"Does it hurt?" Harry sounded concerned.
"No," Draco said honestly.
He didn't altogether like the feeling but he didn't hate it either. Harry pulled out slowly and then gently eased his way back inside. The sliding feeling was uncomfortable and Draco squeezed his eyes shut, holding his breath. After a couple more gentle thrusts, Harry stopped.
"Draco," he said delicately.
Draco moaned in response.
"I'm gonna sit up... I want you to sit on my lap and ride me okay?" Harry explained.
"Um… okay."
Harry pulled out and Draco sat up shaking. He felt so open.
"Don't forget, you have to breathe," Harry said softly, while placing blond hair behind Draco's ear.
"Okay. S-so you want me to-"
"I want you to sit down on my cock and fuck yourself…" Harry grinned, "set the pace you feel most comfortable with."
Draco sighed and moved closer to where Harry sat cross-legged on the futon.
"Sit so your back is against my chest…" Harry instructed. Draco used his hands to rest his weight on Harry's thighs and he slowly lowered himself down onto the rigid member.
"Mm…just like that. That's perfect, Draco. You're lovely," Harry groaned in his ear.
Draco grinned as he lifted himself again, he was stimulated by all sorts of new emotions. Harry couldn't have been this gentle with everyone.
"You love me," he accused the brunet, while he adjusted himself back down onto the shaft of Harry's cock.
"I love you," Harry gasped in agreement. Those words made Draco giddy he wanted to give Harry more pleasure. Up and down again. Again.
"So beautiful…right there… that's good…" Potter coached him.
Draco was starting to enjoy the feeling of filling himself. He rode faster and Harry reached around and fondled Draco's cock.
Draco screamed out, certain he would not last much longer now that Harry had begun stroking his dick. Harry was bucking up against him and Draco was growing weary of the motion of lifting and lowering himself. He couldn't move fast enough to keep hitting that strangely tender spot, deep inside of him.
He stopped suddenly and leaned forward on his knees and elbow, exposing his bum to Potter.
"Do you want me to fuck you, Draco?" Harry asked anxiously, he was tracing circles on Draco's inner thighs.
"Mm… yes…" Draco could hardly stay still, he was too high.
"Lie on your back then. I want to watch you…" Harry purred.
Draco did as he was told and Harry lifted Draco's legs up so that they rested atop the brunet's shoulders. Harry pressed his cock in and it was immediately deep enough to hit that spot over and over. Draco squirmed and stroked his own cock while Harry filled him faster and faster, again and again and again and…
"I-I'm gonna…" Draco choked out.
"Come Draco!" Harry groaned. Draco could feel his toes tingling.
"God, I love you! Come on my cock Draco!" Harry hissed. His eyes were shining beautifully in the glowing light. It was all Draco needed to see.
His back arched up against the futon. His skin was slick with sweat and he was overwhelmed by the raw sensations. Pleasure moved rapidly throughout his body consuming him. He clenched his fists digging into Harry's shoulders, while he cried out desperately into the night. He released all over his chest and Harry's. Draco continued to shudder and whine as Harry slowly pulled out his still hardened cock, and collapsed on the bed next to him.
Draco felt sore and weird and vulnerable. He covered his face with his hands.
He had come too fast- but Harry said he was in love so he must've done something right-
"Don't hide your face…what's wrong?" Harry asked soothingly.
Draco shook his head, his body was shivering in spite of him and his cheeks burned relentlessly with humiliation.
"Do you know how amazing you look when you're coming?" Harry sighed; he couldn't keep his hands out of Draco's hair.
"I was too fast."
"You were perfect, Draco. Don't worry, I'll get you hot again," Harry said smugly.
"Have you ever had someone go down on you?" Harry asked. Harry seemed to enjoy torturing him.
Once again Draco's face flew into an even more feverish bout of blushing.
Harry gently turned Draco's face so that he was now staring into fully dilated emerald eyes.
Draco shook his head. What was the use of keeping secrets from Potter? Well at least sexual secrets…anyway.
A sly smirk spread across Harry's face and he slipped off of the couch languidly and got to his knees in front Draco. The blond watched Harry's every movement with his lips slightly parted in awe.
"Can I taste you Draco?" Harry asked eagerly.
Draco subconsciously licked his lips, "Okay…"
Harry excitedly undid the zip on Draco's trousers and Draco grew anxious. As far as he was concerned this was just another first. What if he reacted wrong or came too quickly and made a fool of himself?
It was like Harry read his mind, "Don't worry about how fast you come, Draco…I just want to taste it…" he hissed.
Draco shuddered at his words and Harry quickly tugged his pants and boxers down around his knees. The cool leather now embraced his bottom and his hardened cock was fully exposed to the brunet. Draco took several deep breaths. Harry traced circles around the inside of one of his thighs and Draco groaned.
"God, you're gorgeous…" Harry said softly. He kissed Draco's inner thigh tenderly, and made his way closer to his cock. Harry paused when he reached Draco's cock and he teased the tip with his tongue. Draco whimpered and his whole body shivered with lust.
"Relax…" Harry's hot breath ghosted against his member.
Harry opened his mouth wide and enveloped Draco fully inside of the hot wet cavern. Draco cried out stridently. His chest heaved and his body began to writhe and jerk unnaturally. Harry's mop of black hair bobbed up and down over the length of his cock.
"FUCK! Harry! Fuck…fuck…fuck…" Draco screamed as the pace began to increase. He found his hands gripping the couch. His finger nails dug into the leather. "Harry!" Draco was pulling away and he felt his hips beginning to thrust upwards to match Harry's pace. Harry moaned against his cock but did not stop sucking it. Draco was in awe, he couldn't understand how Harry could practically swallow him whole with every single bob. Unless he had a way to keep from gagging…
Harry's tongue was now rolling over the length of his cock. Teasing at every little crevice. Harry let his fingers slide teasingly over Draco's balls. "Harry!" Draco cried again, "Oh fuck…" his head fell back and he thrust his hips up into Harry's mouth rapidly.
He was coming. He could feel it. He was coming… so fast… he was coming. He was coming inside of something warm, hot and wet and he was coming… so hard. Harder than ever. So much more than ever… he was coming and Harry was swallowing and waiting for more… and swallowing again and still more…one more swallow until he was filled with everything Draco had…
Draco's body was covered in sweat and his eyes were watering from the intensity of his orgasm. He covered his face and squirmed, panting heavily.
"Mm, come here…" Harry said; his voice was raspy. Draco continued to hide, wiping away the wetness in his eyes.
"Come here," Harry repeated firmly and he pulled the blond close smashing their lips together.
Draco could taste himself all over Harry's lips
He eyed Draco hungrily; he needed more. He wasn't prepared for the terrified expression on Draco's face. "Did I do something wrong?" his eyes were wide. Harry would've laughed but Draco's skin was inflamed with that humiliated red color he wore so well.
"Turn around," Harry grinned, reaching for his shampoo bottle. Draco remained fixed to the spot, the uneasy blush on his face spreading. Surely he didn't doubt his ability to kiss... Draco exposed, like this, was damn hot.
"The kiss was perfect," Harry reassured, "now turn around and let me fuck you… er…I mean, wash your hair." Harry smiled waving the shampoo bottle innocently. A trademark smirk spread over Draco's lips and he turned without another word and Harry was glad.
He traced the curvature of Draco's spine, appreciating the roundness of his bum. He smiled; satisfied by the slight quaking of Draco's body even as heated steam packed the room. He filled his hand with a copious amount of shampoo and lathered it into wet blond hair. He teased it through the fine locks while he rubbed against Draco's hole with the length of his cock.
Draco gasped and groaned and pressed his forehead against the glass. "Is this where you want it?" Harry dropped a shampoo moistened hand down to Draco's arse and wiggled his fingers inside. He nipped at the blade of Draco's shoulder.
"Harry…" Draco begged.
"So much to teach you," Harry murmured into the pale skin of Draco's neck.
"Harry, please." Then a deep inhalation and a different tone, "Ohh... Harry… fuck!"
Harry smiled as Draco's heated arsehole practically consumed his cock. "Oh fuck," Draco repeated. He pressed his palms against the shower wall.
"It feels good the second time," Harry grunted, "doesn't it?"
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Draco chanted as Harry found his rhythm. His voice was throaty and raw.
"Relax, Draco…" Harry whispered as Draco clenched tightly around his length. "It feels so-" Draco attempted to explain, but a particularly hard thrust made him cry out instead. Harry shuddered at the sound.
It would be minutes before Draco was at his breaking point if he didn't relax. Harry stopped moving and pinned Draco to the glass. "Don't-" Draco was panting, "stop."
"Stay still," Harry whispered; he steadied Draco's rocking hips.
Draco did as he was told, his breathing was frantic and his body burned like heated steel. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's waist and buried his head in the space between Draco's neck and shoulder. The hot water relentlessly pounded away at them. He wasn't sure how long he could stay motionless inside of Draco but he would try until Draco became as calm as was possible with a cock inside of his tight arse.
"I-" Draco tried, he was jerking awkwardly and Harry was afraid he'd come already but a quick glance calmed him. Draco was still as erect as ever.
"Let's keep you nice and hard," Harry breathed.
"I-I-can't," Draco shook.
"Think about something nasty."
"I am." Draco was fighting Harry's grasp and his hips started moving again. Harry gave in. They could practice later. He rocked into Draco again, every push deeper than the last. The pressure on his cock as Draco squeezed almost brought Harry to an early orgasm. It only took a couple more decent thrusts before white, sticky liquid joined droplets of water on the glass shower wall.
"Nice," Harry whispered as Draco attempted to catch his breath. He shook his head and it was obvious that he was going to panic about coming too soon but Harry didn't want to hear it. He slipped out of Draco and turned him so roughly that he stumbled and fell into the glass. Harry was on him in seconds, swallowing every desperate gasp that escaped Draco's lips.
Harry's cock beat in time with his heart and an odd thought entered into his otherwise lust clouded mind. He could live with Draco. He wouldn't mind it, for a short while anyway. Harry wanted him. And maybe it wasn't pure lust - it definitely wasn't love- but whatever it was, Harry wanted it and he didn't want to share.