Harry opened his eyes, watching as Draco finished undressing himself and climbed onto the bed. He spread his legs, his eyes locked on Harry as he Summoned a bottle of lube from the bedside table and coated his fingers, trailing them over his aching cock and down between his cheeks. Harry made a breathy sound as Draco bent his knees, exposing his entrance to Harry's rapt gaze. When he started teasing at his puckered hole with his slippery fingers, Harry felt his knees go weak. He'd spent a lot of time over the past week thinking about this, and his imaginings had always been tempered with disgust, since it seemed so unnatural. But standing there watching Draco ease a slender finger inside himself, his hips coming up off the bed as he added another, the expression on his face one of obvious pleasure – nothing about that seemed unnatural.
Harry climbed onto the bed, careful not to jostle Draco as the other man continued to prepare himself. He knew he should be the one doing this to Draco, but he definitely didn't feel brave enough for that. This time, at least. He smiled, his gaze traveling up Draco's fit body until it rested on his face, studying the half-closed eyes and the lips swollen from Harry's kisses. He knelt beside him, ducking his head to circle his warm tongue around Draco's nipple. The blond groaned, crying out when Harry moved across his chest to give the other nipple the same treatment.
He continued to lick and nip at Draco's chest and neck until the other man was panting, his body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. Draco startled him when he grabbed Harry's hand, guiding it down to his neglected erection and wrapping his fingers around it. Draco groaned when Harry gave the hard flesh a tentative pump, raising his hips off the bed to force more contact.
"Are you ready?" he asked as he looked at Harry, the desire swirling in the grey depths making Harry's pulse jump.
"I – yes."
Draco smiled, sitting up and kissing Harry softly. He grabbed the bottle of lube, pouring a generous amount over his hand and coating Harry's cock with it. The dark-haired man made a strangled noise at the sensation, biting his lip to hold back a groan. He wanted this to be memorable, but at this rate he'd barely make it inside Draco before he came. Merlin. Inside Draco. Harry clenched his teeth, forcing himself to calm down.
"I think it would be easiest this way," Draco said, turning around and supporting himself on his hands and knees.
Harry ran a hand over his arse, stroking the soft skin. When Draco made an approving sound and leaned into the touch, he grew bolder, parting his cheeks and rubbing the head of his cock against his entrance. Draco groaned, pressing back against Harry, encouraging him to push his way inside.
His heart racing, Harry complied, unable to hold back a hiss of pleasure at how tightly Draco's channel squeezed his cock. He went slowly at first, unsure how far he'd be able to thrust in and worried about hurting Draco, but when the blond reared back, impaling himself and forcing Harry deeper, he stopped worrying and focused on fully seating himself. He stopped when his pelvis hit Draco's arse, both of them panting from arousal and exertion.
"Merlin, Draco," Harry groaned, afraid he'd come on the spot if he moved at all. He'd never felt anything like this – Draco was so tight it was almost painful. He eased back a bit, thrusting his hips forward gently, still afraid he might be hurting the other man. He didn't see how it was possible that he wasn't.
"I won't break," Draco panted, pushing back against Harry again. He held his breath as Harry thrust forward harder, finally relaxing a few strokes later when he'd started to adjust to Harry's length.
Harry was oblivious to any discomfort on Draco's part by that point, his hands tightly gripping Draco's hips as his strokes picked up pace. Draco rested his head on the pillows at the head of the bed as Harry slammed into him, tiny sparks of pleasure shooting through him every time the dark-haired man managed to glide over his prostate. He heard Harry cry out behind him, his fingers tightening painfully on his hips as he came, murmuring Draco's name again and again.
Draco let his tired arms fold, his trembling muscles burning from holding himself up, as soon as Harry stopped shuddering behind him. He winced as the other man pulled out, rolling to his side as Harry collapsed beside him, peppering Draco's face with kisses as he laughed giddily.
"That was –" Harry laughed again, at a loss for words. His breathy laughter ended quickly, though, when he felt Draco's erection against his leg. "Oh God, I didn't, you didn't –"
Draco cut him off with a kiss. It didn't matter to him that he hadn't come yet; there was plenty of time for them to get the rhythm of things down in future encounters. He was just relieved that Harry seemed to have enjoyed himself enough to want to do it again.
He groaned when he felt Harry's hand wrap around his length. He deepened the kiss as Harry began to stroke him, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck to pull him closer. Despite the awkward angle, Harry continued to wank him, the strokes becoming harder and faster as Draco squirmed against him. It didn't take much before Draco was crying out against his mouth, covering Harry's already sweaty belly with come.
"And you will tell me next time, yes?"
Harry whimpered when Draco withdrew his hand just as his climax was starting to build. He clenched his teeth, opening his eyes.
"Yes," he groaned, expecting Draco to finish him off. He groaned when he realized Draco was uncapping the bottle of lube.
Draco smirked, already relaxed enough from the hot shower that it didn't take long to prepare himself. He spread his legs, leaning his arms against the shower wall, gasping when Harry molded himself to him, his cock slipping between his arse cheeks and rubbing against his entrance.
He growled when Harry rubbed the head of his erection against his hole with just enough pressure to tease but not enough to breech him. Harry's confidence level when it came to sex had skyrocketed in the last month, something Draco usually enjoyed –but tonight he just wanted to be fucked fast and hard.
He pushed back against Harry, his cock jumping when he heard the low sound of Harry's chuckle. His body never failed to react to his husky laugh, and hearing it now made him more desperate to have Harry inside him. He pushed back again, groaning in satisfaction when Harry didn't move away this time. He slipped into Draco slowly, savoring the way his body seemed to pull him into the tight, wet heat.
Draco gritted his teeth, fighting to keep his balance as Harry drove into him. His feet were slipping against the bottom of the shower with every stroke, his fingers digging into the cool tile to try to gain some traction.
Harry grabbed his hips, hauling him up a bit more and holding on to him as he continued to thrust. It was far from a comfortable position, but he loved the illicitness of it; he'd never imagined sex could be like this. With Draco, it seemed to be this good every day, though Harry still didn't know how that was possible.
"No secrets," Draco ground out, panting with exertion.
"No secrets," Harry agreed, one hand curving around Draco's waist to wrap around his neglected cock, pumping him furiously as he buried himself deep inside Draco, his muscles tensing as he came.
Draco leaned heavily against the wall, coming hard as he heard Harry gasp his name. Harry sagged against him as the last waves of their orgasms rolled over them, their harsh breathing audible even over the sound of the water. Harry groaned after a few seconds, belatedly realizing that the water had gone cool. He pulled out of Draco, pressing a quick kiss against his back.
"Draco," he moaned, surrendering to a heated kiss when Draco bent over him and captured his lips, his hips still moving against Harry's.
"Hurry," Draco murmured, releasing him and climbing off. He crawled to the middle of the bed, raising himself up on his hands and knees and looking over his shoulder at Harry, who didn't hesitate at the invitation.
Harry fumbled for his wand again, casting Lubrication spells on both Draco and himself. He pushed the silk knickers aside, his pulse quickening at sight of the crimson fabric against the pale skin. He groaned when the finger he slipped into Draco's entrance met no resistance; the blond had obviously prepared himself in the shower.
"Eager?" Harry teased, adding two more fingers and drawing a satisfying moan from Draco as he brushed them over his prostate.
"Confident," Draco said tartly, hissing out a breath when Harry removed his fingers and replaced them with the blunt head of his cock.
Harry closed his eyes, resting his head against the smooth skin of Draco's back as he slowly pushed into him. He couldn't help but shudder when his balls brushed against the silk knickers once he was fully seated inside the blond, the sensation nearly enough to send him over the edge. He paused, gathering the willpower not to let himself explode before pulling back slightly and thrusting into the tight heat again, making Draco gasp when his thick cock grazed over the sensitive bundle of nerves hidden inside.
"Draco," Harry murmured reverently, his eyes squeezed shut as he concentrated on slowly sliding in and out of him, knowing each stroke across his prostate was sending the other man closer to release. Sweat rolled down his back at the effort of gentling his thrusts, but he wanted to make Draco come without touching him, and he knew from experience that the slow build-up was sure to do it.
"Harry," Draco keened, his voice hoarse. He pushed back against the dark-haired man, forcing him deeper.
With movements born of familiarity and practice, Harry quickened his strokes, knowing from Draco's body language that he was close. He snapped his hips forward, his thrusts going from gentle to merciless with almost no warning. Draco let his head fall forward on the bed, a litany of wordless begging falling from his lips as Harry brought him higher and higher.
Draco came with a soundless scream, his body clenching around Harry's cock almost violently as he bucked against the mattress, hot spurts of come coating his belly and the crimson knickers. Harry drove into him deeper, riding out Draco's orgasm as it sparked his own. He pumped his hips, growling Draco's name as he came hard, his arms and legs burning with the effort to stay upright as pleasure burst through every cell in his body.
"I fucking love these knickers," Draco murmured sleepily against the duvet, letting himself collapse against the mattress and taking Harry down with him.
Harry scooted over slightly so the bulk of his weight wasn't pressing Draco into the bed, leaving his head and torso still draped across the blond's back.
"Mmm," groaned, pressing a kiss between Draco's shoulder blades. "Me, too."