Draco and blaise past relationship. Draco relutante.
Determined to be as gentle as he possibly could, Harry carefully slid one finger into Draco's body. Draco shuddered slightly and closed his eyes, letting his head fall back against the couch cushions.
Slowly, Harry worked his finger in and out. Once Draco seemed relaxed enough, he added a second finger. Between Blaise stressing the importance of preparation and Draco asking him to go slow, Harry could fully appreciate the responsibility of his job as a top. He could really hurt Draco if he wasn't careful.
Staring down at the blonde, with his flushed face and screwed shut eyes, Harry suddenly had a whole new definition of vulnerable. This was vulnerable; trusting someone else to be inside your body, to not hurt you, to take care of you.
And like any true Gryffindor faced with something cute and vulnerable, Harry was overwhelmed with the urge to wrap Draco up in his arms and protect him from anything and everything that might want to harm him.
"More," Draco whispered, breaking through Harry's thoughts. "I want more."
Harry didn't think there was any way he could have denied Draco anything he wanted at this point. He slid a third finger in, studying Draco's face closely for signs of pain.
But Draco didn't seem to be in any sort of pain at all. He gave a sort of breathy moan, and then opened his eyes. He locked eyes with Harry, and Harry understood.
Harry removed his fingers carefully, and then moved even closer to Draco. He positioned his cock right at Draco's entrance.
"Slow, right?" Harry said, pushing just the slightest bit forward.
"Mmmm-hmm," Draco confirmed, propping himself up on his elbows to watch. "But not too slow. I'm dying to get properly fucked here."
Harry's eyes bulged slightly. He met Draco's eyes again, and was relieved to see that all traces of apprehension had vanished. The saucy minx from earlier appeared to be back.
He pushed forward a bit more. Draco sucked in his breath.
"Big," he said breathlessly. "But good."
"Thanks," Harry said, without any enthusiasm. After all, it wasn't his cock Draco was calling big.
Harry slowly inched his way inside Draco, his breathing getting more and more laboured. This was incredible. Draco's body was so tight and warm around him. He gently pressed forward until he was buried completely in Draco. Then he lay down on top of Draco, propping himself up slightly with his arms so as not to crush the blonde beneath him.
Draco arched up and kissed him. "Good?" he asked, as Harry panted above him.
"Fuck," was all Harry said back.
Draco arched his hips up, sending Harry even deeper. "That's the idea."
Harry actually whimpered. He had no idea how he could possibly last more than five strokes. He slowly pulled out, and then pushed back in. He and Draco both gasped. Again, Harry pulled out a bit, and then pushed back in. And then Harry began to actually fuck Draco, slowly at first but gradually building speed until he was sliding in and out and both boys were moaning.
"Is this…good for you?" Harry bit out, concerned about Draco's pleasure even as he tried as hard as he could not to come.
"Put my legs…over your shoulders," Draco panted. "See if you can hit the sweet spot."
Confused, Harry did as he was told. He sat back and grabbed Draco's legs, pulling his knees over his shoulders, and then he thrust in as deep as he could.
"Fuck yes!" Draco actually cried out. Thrilled, Harry did it again. And again. He'd suddenly remembered Blaise mentioning the prostate and explaining that he should aim to hit as often as possible during sex.
Good advice, apparently, because Draco was now moaning and writhing beneath him, tossing his head back and forth against the pillows. He looked like something out of a wet dream; his hair spread out against the cushions, chest heaving, glistening slightly from exertion. Harry didn't think he'd ever seen anyone look anywhere near this sexy, and it was rapidly pushing him close to the edge.
"Fuck…" Harry said desperately. "Oh fuck…I don't think I can…"
Draco suddenly grabbed his own prick and began pumping it in time with Harry's thrusts, and that was it for Harry. He completely lost it, and came harder than he ever had before. Bliss washed over him, and he sagged forward slightly, Draco's legs slipping off his shoulders.
He took exactly two deep breaths before remembering that Draco hadn't come yet. Making a split-second decision, Harry shifted on the couch, his cock sliding out of Draco.
Draco made a mewling noise of disappointment as Harry pulled out. "Wait," he said desperately, "Wait, I haven't -"
Harry cut him short by grabbing Draco's hand and yanking it off his prick. The next moment he had taken Draco deep in his mouth.
Draco moaned loudly as Harry swallowed him down.
"Fucking hell, that's - yes, fuck like that," Draco hissed, hips bucking up into Harry's mouth. Harry did everything he could think of that he himself enjoyed - taking Draco deep, sucking hard, running his tongue along the underside of Draco's straining prick. He'd never done this before, never even dreamed of doing it, but right now all Harry could think of was making Draco feel as amazing as Harry just had.
Draco's legs were still spread along the couch, giving Harry an idea. He quickly slid two fingers back inside Draco and deliberately pressed them against Draco's prostate.
Draco gasped and then jerked up, his entire body tensing as he came -
Right into Harry's mouth.
Draco's legs were squeezing Harry in on either side, giving Harry an idea. Carefully, mouth still on Draco's cock, he fumbled in his robe pocket and pulled out the tube of lubricant. Then he reached behind each of Draco's knees and pushed up.
Draco was pliant and willing, and in a moment Harry had Draco's feet perched on the edge of the chair. Next moment he was working a slick finger into Draco, making the blonde moan.
"That's…fuck, that's so good…" Draco bit out, panting, his chest heaving up and down. Harry felt a rush of triumph, and added a second finger, working them in and out of the blonde, remembering to brush the prostate that Blaise had raved about.
"You're going…to make me come…" Draco managed to say.
"Good," Harry responded, pulling off Draco's cock to lick him from root to tip.
"But…" Draco gasped, his body shuddering, "…but I wanted you to fuck me…"
Oh. Well, Harry could live with that. He stopped for a moment, sitting back on his heels, fingers still inside Draco.
"Any particular way you'd like to be fucked?" he asked,
Draco shook his head. "You de-cide," he squeaked, entire body spasming as Harry pressed against his prostate again. "Bastard," Draco added for emphasis, though he looked anything but upset.
"Well," Harry said casually. "I seem to recall a certain cheeky fellow promising to let me shag him over the arm of that chair."
Draco looked across the room, eyes lighting up. "Bloody perfect," he said. "I'm brilliant."
Harry kissed his inner thigh and withdrew his fingers. "Go on then. Get your arse over there."
Draco quickly wriggled out of his robe, leaving it on the chair in a heap as he stood. He scrambled over to the chair, Harry hot on his heels and shedding his clothes as fast as he could.
The chair was high, with large, padded arms. Draco bent over one of them, his toes barely touching the floor.
"Like this?" he called out to Harry, who was nearly salivating at the picture before him.
"Yes. Yes. Exactly like that," he managed to say.
It took some maneuvering and adjusting, but in a few short moments Harry was pushing into Draco Malfoy and wondering how in the hell he was going to last more than five strokes.
But this time, however, Harry was determined to last until Draco came. He concentrated on Draco's reactions instead of his own pleasure, aiming to brush the prostate frequently, and working a hand between Draco and the armchair so he could stroke Draco's cock as he fucked him.
Draco had already been close, and it wasn't long at all before he was shuddering and crying out with release beneath Harry. His orgasm triggered Harry's own, and he slumped forward onto top of Draco, head resting on the silky skin of Draco's back.
"Fuck," Draco finally said.
"Fuck," Harry agreed, placing a kiss on Draco's sweaty back. Reluctantly he stood, pulling Draco up with him with the arm still around his waist.
"I said, jump up," Harry said, dropping his hands to Draco's arse. "I can hold you, I promise."
Draco furrowed his brow for a moment, but wrapped his arms around Harry's neck nonetheless. He jumped slightly as Harry lifted, and the next moment Draco was pressed against the wall, robes slipping down as his bare legs wrapped around Harry's waist.
Harry held him securely with hands underneath his arse and part of Draco's weight resting against the wall. "See?" Harry said, inordinately pleased. He'd been fantasizing about doing this to Draco ever since he'd failed in Blaise's body.
Draco squirmed nervously. "I'll kill you if you drop me, Potter," he threatened menacingly.
Harry pinched his bum, making Draco squeak. "I would never drop you," he said reassuringly. "I could never hurt you."
Draco rolled his eyes. "You silly Gryffindor sap," he said, though he looked pleased all the same.
"Sap or no sap, I'm still going to shag the daylights out of you," Harry promised.
Draco's eyes went dark, and he licked his lips. "Promises, promises," he said flirtatiously. "Let's see it then."
"Oh, you're in for it now," Harry mock-threatened. It took a bit of maneuvering, but Harry managed to get his own trousers down and both of them lubed and ready before pushing into Draco, drawing a low moan from the blonde.
"Oh fuck, Harry, give me more," he begged, wrapping his legs more tightly around Harry's waist.
Harry was happy to oblige, pinning Draco to the wall with short thrusts that left both of them panting. Draco, once he was reassured Harry really wasn't going to let him fall, actually took one arm off of Harry's neck and began to stroke himself as Harry fucked him.
"This is fun," he breathed, then gasped as Harry brushed his prostate. "Like riding a broom."
"Knew you'd like it," Harry managed to say. And then there were no words for either of them to say, as they both suddered and came together.