~CHAPTER 4~

They were both very much lost in their thoughts as they went back to their bedroom that night. It had been quite a day. Harry had expected it, of course - how could it be otherwise when you had to pretend to be in a relationship with Draco Malfoy after all? - but he had not anticipated just how much it would shake him.

He let out a breath of relief as they opened the door to their room and he was finally allowed to kick out his shoes and remove his robe. Draco was unusually quiet.

"You okay?" Harry couldn't help asking.

Draco discarded his own robe on a nearby chair by his side of the bed. "Sure. You?"

"Yeah. Tired, though."

"Me too," Draco replied as he unlaced his trousers.

"Are you," Harry tried again. "Are you happy? Pleased with how we did today?"

"Sure. We did well," Draco answered with a tired smile.

Harry smiled back. "Good. I'm glad."

Draco started on the buttons of his shirt. "We looked gorgeous. Together," he said softly. "We make a very nice couple." And with that, he locked himself in the bathroom.

Indeed, Harry couldn't help thinking. He removed the rest of his clothes and prepared for bed. He kept his underpants and put on an old, comfortable t-shirt; he just hated being cold in the morning. Draco came out of the bathroom with a plain, white - rather tight - t-shirt and pyjama bottoms, and Harry went in to brush his teeth.

When Harry stepped into the bedroom again, Draco was already in bed. Harry took a deep breath and tried not to think too much of the fact he was going to share a bed with Draco. He pulled the sheets from his side and lay down, thankful that Draco was turned away from him.

There he was.

"I hope you don't snore," Draco called from the other side of the bed, before turning over and lying on his back, a smirk on his face.

"I don't. You?"

"Of course not, Malfoys don't snore," Draco replied indignantly.

"Right. Good night, then."

"Night, Potter." And Draco turned to face the bathroom door again.

It will be okay, Harry thought. No big deal. After all, he's shared a room with other boys at Hogwarts for years, so it wasn't very different. Except I never felt anything for said other boys back then.

The room wasn't completely dark and the full moon allowed Harry to observe Draco's back unashamedly. It was a beautiful back; sure, it was covered with Draco's t-shirt, which was a shame, really, but still. And Harry knew what he was talking about, because if there was something he liked, it was a nice, muscled back. He had a long career in looking at men's backs. And this one was pretty nice.

Harry's eyes roamed over Draco's body in the semi-darkness again. The beautiful, white-blond hair that was the Malfoys' trademark, the back of his neck, looking so soft and bloody hell, so kissable, and Harry could imagine how it would feel to brush his lips over the pale skin, how the tiny hairs at the nape of his neck would tickle his lips as Harry would kiss his way down-

"Would you quit staring at my back, Potter?"

Harry froze instantly. He didn't reply and simply turned to face the fireplace. He had to focus on his side of the bed, and forget Draco was right next to him.

Right. Harry closed his eyes and tried to think about the events of the evening instead. The dinner had been surprisingly pleasant and the dance had been… Well, the dance had been nice too. Okay, who was he kidding? The dance had been brilliant. He had not stepped on Draco's feet more than ten times, and everybody had applauded them afterwards. Oh, and Draco had kissed him. Twice.

Draco had kissed him.

Harry pulled down the sheets covering his chest. Bloody hell, it was hot in this room.

Harry tossed and turned for a while, but no matter how hard he tried, how hard he thought about their current cases at the Ministry, how he really had to clean his desk because it was too much of a mess, no, not even that could distract him from forbidden thoughts.

"Can't sleep either?" Draco said after a while, before turning around and lying on his other side, putting his hands underneath his cheek on the pillow and now facing Harry. They were very close, and Harry had difficulty breathing.

"Yeah…"

"Must be the adrenaline of the game this afternoon. Oh, and the dance, of course."

Or being in bed with you, Harry's brain provided.

"Something like that," Harry replied in a breath.

"Right, if we can't sleep, we'd better do something then." Harry's heart beat faster at the thought of doing something while being in bed with Draco. "I know. Tell me all about it. Your first time."

"My- what?"

Even in the semi-darkness, Harry could see Draco roll his eyes. "Your first time, Potter, you know the first time you put your-"

"Okay, I get it. I- er, well."

"Oh, sounds like fun," Draco smirked.

"Shut up." Harry propped himself on his elbow. "Okay, first time with a girl or first time with a boy?"

"Oh, you've been with girls in this way, Potter?"

"Well, yes, Ginny."

"Oh, right, that was a Weasley," Draco said, bringing his hand to his chest in a very dramatic gesture. "God, you scared me at one point, I thought you'd really been with a girl."

"Shut up you wanker." Harry couldn't help laughing though.

"So, how was it with the Weasel's substitute?" Draco continued.

"What?"

"Oh come on, Potter, everybody knows you dreamed of jumping the Weasel - for some reason all related to a certain degree of insanity - but since you couldn't, you went for his little sister instead."

Harry shook his head in disbelief. "You're sick. Totally sick. You're a sick man, with a sick, twisted mind."

"Stop that, Potter, this is too much, I'm going to blush."

"Ginny wasn't a substitute for Ron, you git, and thank you very much, but I never, ever fancied Ron in this way, because honestly? That would be, ew."

Draco placed his hand on Harry's shoulder. "Oh Salazar, no need to convince me on this point, Potter, I totally agree."

"No! I mean, I love Ron, I really, really do." Draco wrinkled his nose in disgust. "I do. But not- Jesus, not in this way at all! No, I really was in love with Ginny, or thought I was anyway."

Draco had a mischievous look. "Enough to put your wand in her-"

"Yes. Enough for that."

"So, how was it, then?"

"It was… well, it was nice. I mean, really nice. It was the summer right after the war, and everything was a little bit confusing at that time, and well, we had got back together, and we were very young, and in a relationship so it felt like the right thing to do."

"To the point, Potter, I want all the juicy details."

"I can't believe you've said juicy, Malfoy."

Draco smirked and made an impatient gesture. "On with it."

"We were both virgins so it wasn't easy, but it was sweet, and also a bit funny because of our inexperience. I think it's much easier when one of the two people involved already has a little bit of experience, but hey, that was fine. We… managed in the end."

"Details, Potter."

"No way. I won't give you details, certainly not."

"Oh come on! How was she? I bet she was loud and couldn't help shouting: 'Oh, Harry, oh yes, please shove your Probity Probe inside my Goblet on Fire.'"

Harry shook his head in disbelief. "I can't believe they let you in the Auror corps."

"I can't believe they let you in the Auror corps. Unless they hired you to bore the bad guys to death. You're just no fun." Draco said. "Fine, Mr Spoilsport. What about your first time with a boy then?"

Harry shrugged. "Well, it wasn't all that different."

"Really?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Well, yes, but I was much more nervous than with Ginny."

"Why is that?" Draco looked genuinely curious now.

"Because… Because it felt like a test, you know? Like, I knew at that point I liked boys better than girls, but this was the ultimate step. Until then, I was still theoretically straight, and could still fool myself I would end up getting married to a girl and have children but when I first- When I first got intimate with a boy, all of that vanished and I knew for sure I would never go back to being with a girl, ever."

"Who was the boy?" And it was weird, this seriousness in Draco's tone all of a sudden. The atmosphere had changed, and now, Harry could tell Draco really was interested in what he had to say.

"It was… it was a Muggle."

Draco wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Really, Potter?"

"Yeah… I- I needed to know, and I knew that if I went out with a wizard, it would most likely hit the headlines and I didn't want that. By then, nobody really knew about my doubts, and I didn't want anybody to interfere with my love life. I wanted to take my time, so I started going to these gay Muggle clubs on weekends."

"You've fucked a stranger for your first time?"

"No. He- well, yes, I suppose. It all happened really fast. I met him in the club, we danced a little together-"

Draco gaped at Harry. "You danced? You, Harry James Potter, imposed your terrible, terrible dancing skills on some poor random guy? And he still wanted to bed you after that?"

Harry narrowed his eyes. "Fuck you."

"Was that your pick-up line with him?" Draco smirked.

"No! God, you're-"

"Continue."

Harry sighed and closed his eyes for a brief moment. "We went back to his place and we started kissing and it felt… It was nice. Very nice."

"Wasn't it all weird what with your stubble and the lack of- you know." Draco had his hands cupped in front of his chest.

"Well, no. It felt pretty good. I- Honestly, I didn't think about that, I was way too focused on the fact it was a huge step, that I was about to sleep with a boy, and that after that there probably wouldn't be a way back."

"Were you nervous?"

"Hell, yeah. But then, he had done it before, and for a guy I had picked up at a gay club, he was pretty nice and understanding."

"Did you top?" Draco asked casually and Harry felt himself blush.

"Bloody hell, Malfoy, do you really have to be so blunt about everything?"

"Well, yeah? I need to picture it in my head, and I can't if-"

"You're unbelievable."

"I'm often told that," Draco replied with a smile. "So did you? Top?"

"Yes, I- I did, that time, yes, I topped, which I guess is easier for a first time."

"Yeah…" Draco trailed off, suddenly lost in his thoughts.

"What about you?" Harry countered, wishing to change the subject.

"Huh?"

"How was it? Your first time?"

There was a huge silence all of a sudden, and Harry wondered if Draco had had a traumatising first time that prevented him from talking about it. Harry scrutinised Draco in the semi-darkness of the room, and could see all kinds of emotions running on his face, as if he hesitated on the next thing to say.

After a while, as Harry was about to tell him to forget about it, he finally said. "I don't know."

Harry was confused. "What do you mean, you don't know?" Had Draco not been fully conscious during his first time?

"I-" He looked deep into Harry's eyes and sighed. "I've never…" he trailed off.

Oh bloody fucking Godric.

"You mean you- You mean you've never-"

"Yes, Potter, I've never done it with anyone, there, you happy?" Draco lashed out and angrily turned around, taking most of the sheets with him and leaving Harry staring at his back once again.

This was crazy. They were in their twenties and Draco had never, ever been intimate with anyone? How was that even possible?

"Fuck you, Potter. I don't need your pity."

"I-"

"Drop it. I should never have told you anything in the first place."

"No! I'm- Thank you for telling me, it was-"

"Fucking stupid of me." Draco turned around and faced Harry again. "Of course you wouldn't understand what with all the drooling fans fawning all over you. Must be so hard to be the Saviour-of-the-Wizarding-World and have half of its population wanting to jump your bones," he spat again.

"Draco…"

"Don't- Don't 'Draco' me now. It's already embarrassing enough."

"Right. I'm sorry, I was just- just surprised that's all. I mean, you're- you're-"

"I'm what, Potter?" Draco snapped.

You're beautiful, and smart, and funny and fucking brilliant, Harry's brain provided unhelpfully.

"I don't understand, to be honest," Harry said.

"We've already talked about that, Potter, remember? In your pathetic flat," Draco spat.

"But surely, there must be-"

"No. There aren't. Believe me, Potter, I tried." And with that, Draco turned his back again.

There was a long, loaded silence. Harry's mind was reeling. How come Draco hadn't found anybody to be with? Nobody to be intimate with, to have a relationship with, to go on a fucking date with. Draco didn't have any of that?

"I-" Harry started.

"That's fine, Potter, I won't have to wait for long now, thanks to Father."

"You mean-"

"Astoria Greengrass, yes. I suppose she will be my first."

Of course. Harry suddenly felt incredibly jealous of Astoria bloody Greengrass who would have the privilege to-

"What?" Draco asked from his side of the bed.

"Nothing, I was just-"

"Spit it out, Potter," Draco said turning once again to face him.

"I-" Harry sighed. "I just find it sad to have a first time with someone you don't even love."

"That's because you're a fucking romantic, Potter. In my world, there's no such thing as being in love. It doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter? But Draco, of course, it matters!"

"Yeah, because you know all about steady, loving relationships," Draco snorted. "Haven't you just told me you'd had your first time with a total stranger?"

"Don't change the subject. This isn't about me. Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Want? What does want have to do with any of it? I told you, I don't have a fucking say on this. Of course, this is not what I want."

"So why are you doing this, then?"

"BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE A FUCKING CHOICE!"

"Shhh! Are you crazy? Do you want them to throw us out in the middle of the night?"

Harry turned around and reached for his wand on the bedside table. He cast a quick Muffliato around them to prevent them from waking the whole mansion.

"Of course, you have a choice. You always have a choice. Why is it so important-"

"It is. The only important thing is to rehabilitate the Malfoy name. And the only way to do that is for me to marry a pure-blood witch and produce an heir. There is no other option."

"So you're sacrificing yourself for the sake of your name?"

Draco narrowed his eyes, looking more determined than ever. "I won't be the Malfoy to fuck everything up."

"But you're not! If anyone is ever responsible for that, it's your father, not you! You don't have to pay for his mistakes!"

"They are not all his," and Draco held up his arm and pointed at his Dark Mark again. "I did this by myself, nobody forced me, especially not my father."

"Maybe, but-"

"It doesn't change anything, Potter. It really doesn't." Draco's tone was softer now. "Even if I did want something else, I couldn't have it. And for that matter, I'm sure Astoria Greengrass is crying her eyes out at the thought of having me as a husband."

Harry didn't say anything for a while. He just couldn't believe Draco still had such a weight on his shoulders. And then, despite everything, Harry knew there must be something-

"It doesn't have to be this way," he softly said.

Draco frowned. "What do you mean?"

Harry took a deep breath. "Your first time. It doesn't have to be with someone you don't care about." Harry bit his lip. Bloody hell, sometimes he wished his inner Gryffindor would bugger off to somewhere far, far away.

Draco looked at him, and said very slowly. "Are you offering?"

Harry's heart was beating so fast now that Harry feared Draco could hear it. "I don't know. Maybe?"

Draco came closer, so close Harry could feel his breath on his face and he shivered.

"And why would you do that?"

"Because… I'm your friend, and well." I want you so bad it hurts.

Draco looked at Harry for a long time, his eyes roaming all over his face, as if trying to find answers. "No."

Harry felt like he had been stabbed in the chest. "Okay."

"I don't want- No. Good night, Potter." And Draco turned once again away from Harry who felt instantly empty and cold.

"Right, good night."

"Potter?" Draco called over his shoulder.

"Yes?"

"Thank you. For, you know, offering."

"Any time, Draco."

Harry was resting on his side, facing the bedroom door and oscillating between wakefulness and unconsciousness when he felt the bed shift behind him. He froze as the next second, the warmth of Draco's body radiated on the back of his own and he felt a touch so light at the nape of his neck that it took him a whole second to realise it was the softest brush of lips. The hairs on his body instantly stood on end as at the same time, Draco's tentative hand rested on his waist.

Harry swallowed hard. It couldn't. How-

"Draco?" Harry whispered.

"Shhh," Draco answered before letting his hand slowly run over Harry's stomach, settling there and sending a thrill down Harry's spine. Harry hastily pressed his own hand on Draco's, to prevent it from moving any further.

"What- What are you doing?" And Harry did all he could not to moan when at the same time Draco came closer still and pressed his chest flush against Harry's back.

"I'm taking you up on your offer. If it still stands," Draco whispered in Harry's ear.

Oh dear God. Harry's heart beat faster at the thought of- No, it couldn't, Draco wouldn't just-

"Are you having second thoughts?" Draco asked again in Harry's ear, his warm breath tickling Harry's skin like crazy, sending goose bumps all over him.

"I- Draco, are you sure? Because if we do that, if we, well, if you, you know, there won't be a way back."

"I'm sure. You were right. I want to do it with someone I care about. Not with Astoria sodding Greengrass."

"And- And you care about me? I mean, enough to do something like this?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"What do you think? Of course I care about you."

"So you-"

"Bloody hell, Potter!" Draco said suddenly rolling Harry over and forcing him to look at him. "If you didn't want to do it with me, you shouldn't have proposed it in the first place."

"What? Oh Merlin, no. I do- God, I do want to do it with you but-"

"So what's the problem?"

The problem is it's not right, Harry's brain provided. The problem is I want you so badly, and have for so long, that it wouldn't be fair to you. Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Of course, it wouldn't. What the hell had he been thinking about? This was a big mistake. A big, fat, huge mistake.

He opened his eyes again to look at Draco. "I can't. I've changed my mind. This- this is not right," Harry said in a breath, and felt much better saying it, despite everything. He just couldn't do that to Draco.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Draco said in anger. "What kind of a fucking tease are you anyway, proposing before taking it back the moment I agree?"

Harry couldn't look him in the eye and lowered his gaze on the mattress. "I- Draco, we can't do this, it was a stupid idea. This is a huge step, something way too important to happen like this." Curiously, he found strength in his own words, and looked up at Draco. "Believe me, you don't want your first time to be with me."

Draco narrowed his eyes. "And what if I do? Why don't you let me be the judge of it? I am a grown man, I can make my own decisions, Potter." He came closer to Harry, so close that Harry could see the little specks of blue in Draco's grey eyes when he looked up. "Do you really think I would say yes to anybody? Do you really think I would give myself to anybody just like that?"

"But-"

"I want to do it," Draco went on, whispering the words now, "I want to do it with you because you're the most selfless person I know and I know you will take good care of me. I want to do it with you and nobody else because I care about you, because I know you care about me, and because I trust you, and believe me, that says a lot because Malfoys don't trust easily."

Harry took his time to ponder what Draco had just told him. After all, they were both adults, both consenting so…

He took a deep breath. "Okay, then."

Draco's lips curled up in a beautiful smile. "Good."

"And you will top, okay?"

"Of course, Potter."

Right. Harry would have to take things slow and make sure everything he did was all right with Draco. "You have to promise me to tell me if I ever do anything you don't like, or if there is-"

He was silenced by Draco's lips as he pressed them firmly on Harry's in a heated kiss that left Harry trembling.

Draco pulled away and smiled again. "You talk too much."

Their faces were so close, it felt like in a dream. And maybe it was, Harry thought. But then, fuck it.

Harry lunged himself at Draco and kissed him fiercely this time. Finally.

It was absolutely brilliant. Much better than any of the fantasies Harry had had until then. Draco pressed his body closer to Harry's, entangling their legs together as he rested his hand on Harry's back and flicked his tongue on Harry's lips. Harry parted them willingly and they kissed with even more intensity. God it was amazing to finally get to taste Draco like that, and Harry revelled in how right it all felt. He moved a hand to Draco's hair, running his fingers in it reverently. Harry had never, ever kissed anyone like this before. It was- bloody hell, it was everything he had ever dreamed about.

His hands were moving frantically over Draco now, and he shifted slightly, before settling himself on top of Draco, straddling him. So much for taking things slow.

They started kissing again, and Draco's hands ran all the way down Harry's back, before resting on Harry's arse. Harry broke the kiss suddenly and held his head back, closing his eyes and letting out a moan as he felt something indisputably hard poking at his backside.

Holly Merlin.

Draco was hard. He was hard over Harry. And he wanted Harry in a way Harry had never dreamed he would.

Harry snapped his eyes open when Draco's hands left his buttocks and he cupped Harry's head, crushing their mouths together again. Bloody hell, it was so intense, so needy, so fucking good that Harry wasn't sure he could ever kiss anybody else after that, because honestly, what would be the point?

He left Draco's mouth and moved his lips down his neck, tasting him there and revelling in his scent, drowning in all the little gasps and faint moans coming from his mouth, on his fingers tangled in his hair. It wasn't a surprise, really, that Draco - so expressive and alive in life in general - would be so responsive, but fuck, it turned Harry on even more, if that were possible. He let his hands wander under Draco's shirt as Draco pulled him closer, everything so urgent, and at the same time, so beautifully sweet. He looked down at Draco, tugging at his t-shirt before pulling it over Draco's head, his hands brushing his skin in the process, and soon Draco was naked to the waist, in all his pale glory, Harry's hands on him instantly, as if attracted to it by an invisible force.

He roamed his hands on Draco's chest, over the pale expanse of skin, raising goose bumps all over it, Draco's nipples hard under Harry's touch.

Harry lowered himself and kissed Draco's lips softly again, kissed him on his chin, flicking out his tongue and running it slowly all the way down to Draco's collarbone. Draco's hands were back in his hair, and caressed it gently, sending shivers down his spine.

Harry's breath caught in his throat as he noticed the faint scar running from Draco's neck all the way down to the opposite hip. He raised his head and looked up at Draco who removed a strand of hair from Harry's forehead and nodded slowly. Harry lowered his mouth onto Draco's chest again, kissing the tip of the scar he had inflicted all those years ago, before slowly trailing kisses all the way down, in a silent plea for forgiveness. Soon, he left the scar to kiss Draco's stomach, his hands flat on Draco's sides, running them up and down as he kept kissing him over and over again like a starving man.

Draco gasped as Harry's fingers hooked up in the waistband of his boxers but he murmured a barely audible, "Please," when Harry paused to look up at him. Harry bit his bottom lip and slowly pulled Draco's underpants down, his hands brushing along his thighs before removing them completely and discarding them on the bed. Only then did Harry allow himself to take a look at Draco's cock, proudly erect before his eyes, as he unconsciously wetted his lips with his tongue.

He knelt back next to Draco on the bed and removed his own t-shirt before standing up and discarding his own pair of boxers. Draco's eyes drifted to Harry's cock as Harry knelt back on the bed and Draco's hand reached for his hip again, gently bringing him back on top of him. They were skin to skin this time and it was pure bliss. They kissed again slowly, hands caressing everywhere, no words exchanged, only sighs and faint moans as fingers brushed against soft burning skin. Draco's hands ran down Harry's back and hesitated before settling on Harry's arse, eliciting another moan from Harry who kissed Draco deeper again, as they rubbed themselves against each other in a delicious friction.

Bloody hell. Harry had lost the last shred of control he thought he had kept until then.

His hand ventured down Draco's body until it reached its destination, eliciting a soft groan Harry swallowed eagerly with a kiss as he took hold of Draco's shaft. There was something so insanely erotic in the touch of another man's dick, this mix between the silkiness of the skin and the hardness of the shaft itself that turned Harry on no end every single time. And knowing that it was Draco Harry was touching in such an intimate way added to the excitement. Harry stroked him up and down as gently as his trembling hand allowed, Draco's hips soon bucking against him, his head dropping back, exposing his neck to Harry who dived in and kissed him again there, slowly increasing the movement of his hand.

Harry found his way back to Draco's lips and the kiss was more urgent now as Draco was getting lost in the sensations of Harry's hands on him, whimpering against his lips. The intensity of it threatened to take Harry as well, as he slowly kissed his way down Draco's body, only stopping when he had reached his destination. He looked once more at Draco, who nodded frantically.

Harry closed his eyes and lowered his mouth, flicking out his tongue to finally taste Draco there.

It was surreal. It was beyond everything Harry had imagined in his wildest fantasies. Draco's hands were back in Harry's hair and Harry could feel them trembling as he licked Draco reverently, from top to bottom and back up again. Draco gasped, his whole body shaking as Harry took him fully in his mouth and they both groaned together again, Draco tugging at Harry's hair almost painfully now as Harry bobbed his head up and down, revelling in Draco's taste, in the softness of his skin, wishing to memorise every sensation, every touch and every sound leaving Draco's mouth.

When Harry felt Draco close, he removed his mouth with a soft pop and went all the way back up Draco's body. He placed one hand on his cheek, caressing him gently before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"You okay?" he asked and Draco's face lit up at once as he looked at Harry with a funny expression on his face, as if he couldn't believe Harry could ask such a stupid question.

"What do you think?" Draco murmured against Harry's lips before kissing him again with renewed vigour.

Harry broke the kiss reluctantly and squirmed to reach his wand. That was it. He took hold of Draco's hand, murmuring a spell that covered his fingers with slick lubricant. Harry discarded his wand on the bedside table and lay back down on the bed, still holding Draco's hand, bringing him closer. Harry's gaze found Draco's as he spread his legs and took hold of his own erection, tugging at it a couple of times before bringing Draco's hand closer to his groin, inviting it between his legs. Draco got the hint and started to rub his slick fingers between Harry's legs, gently circling his entrance.

Harry arched his back and closed his eyes briefly. Fuck. Draco misinterpreted Harry's reaction and froze.

"No, don't- don't stop, Draco, it's just- fuck, it's so, so good."

"Right," Draco simply said and touched Harry again.

Harry let go of his cock and grabbed Draco's wrist. "Put your fingers inside me now, one after the other," he said gently, because he knew it was complicated to think straight in such an intense moment.

"Very romantic, Potter," Draco muttered with a soft smile, but he complied and soon Harry felt one finger enter him slowly. Draco stopped almost immediately and searched Harry's eyes.

"Go on," Harry said in a breath and focused on the sensations of Draco's finger slowly breaching him, Draco so serious and concentrating on not hurting him that a cleft formed between his eyebrows. Harry reached for Draco's cheek with his hand, caressing him gently and bringing him closer, before kissing him softly on the lips. He felt Draco relax a little and soon felt his finger fully inside him.

Harry refrained from clenching too hard on Draco's finger, but it was so, so good, that it was almost impossible.

"Please…" Harry said in a broken voice and Draco removed his finger before pushing it in again, moving slowly in and out a few times.

"Oh!" Harry said as Draco inserted another finger and he let out a deep breath, allowing himself to drown into the wonderful sensations.

After a while, it was all too much, and not enough at the same time. Harry caught Draco's hand and removed it from between his legs. He was ready for more. Merlin, he had never felt more ready for anything than right now. Draco drew back and knelt next to Harry again. He was trembling.

"Shhh," Harry soothed him, before drawing him in for another languorous kiss, his hands on the back of Draco's head until he felt him relax a little.

Harry reached for his wand again and coated his own fingers with lubricant. He reached for Draco's cock and discarded his wand once more, his eyes never leaving Draco's as he got him ready.

He then turned over and lay down on his stomach, his head resting in his arms as he spread his legs slightly, turning his head to the side so that he could still see Draco.

Draco grabbed hold of his cock and stroked it a few times while his other hand caressed Harry's back, starting in between his shoulder blades and running all the way down to his arse.

Harry let out a sigh and parted his thighs even more and Draco positioned himself, lining up his dick with Harry's entrance, before pressing in achingly slowly. It was… It was just amazing. There were times when you bottomed, Harry had discovered over the years, when your body just wasn't ready for the intrusion, and that, no matter what you did, it just wouldn't work.

This wasn't one of these times. Oh Merlin no. Harry's body welcomed Draco inside him so easily it felt as if they'd done it a thousand times already. There was absolutely no pain, just the amazing sensation of being filled in the best way possible. Draco went all the way in and was soon buried to the hilt. He didn't move and simply wrapped his whole body around Harry, his hands on Harry's sides, his breath ragged, caressing Harry's temple with his lips, placing soft kisses and whispering beautiful nonsense in his ear.

Soon it was too much, and Harry felt Draco shaking again and he knew it was getting harder for Draco not to move. Harry bucked his hips up, signalling Draco it was okay to start moving. Draco backed almost all the way out and placed his hands on Harry's hips before thrusting in slowly.

It was absolutely wonderful.

They started rocking together, gently at first, Harry cradled by the low sounds coming from Draco's mouth and the soft, gentle kisses on his temple. It was- It was simply Heaven. Harry could feel every single thrust deep inside him as they moved together faster, finding their rhythm. Draco's hands soon left Harry's hips and took hold of Harry's on either side of him, entwining their fingers together as they increased the pace again, moving as one, gaining momentum as their lovemaking got more intense by the moment.

"Oh," Draco said, and it was beautiful, this simple syllable falling repeatedly from Draco's mouth into Harry's ear.

Harry had slept with several men before - including Marco, over the last few weeks - but never, never had it felt so remotely good. It was Draco's first time, but in many ways, it also was Harry's, because until then, sex had mostly been a physical act, but this- this was something else altogether. This was Draco trusting Harry for his first time. Draco trusting Harry to make it good for him, to make it sweet, to make it beautiful.

And that's when Harry realised he wanted to see him. Hell, he needed to see him, as fucking good as having Draco take him from behind was. He needed to see Draco's face when he came.

"Draco…" Harry started, "Draco, stop, I- Please-"

"What?" Draco said in a breath, and he slowed down. "Are you okay? Am I- Am I hurting you?"

"Oh, God, no. It's just- It's just- I want to see you."

Draco stopped moving altogether. "Oh. Right, okay."

He slowly withdrew and Harry turned over on his back. "Thank you," he said, pulling Draco to him in another heated kiss, before spreading his legs again. Draco settled between them.

"Come on, Draco," Harry said, one hand still at the back of Draco's head. "Make love to me." And Harry didn't know where that came from, because he'd never said anything like that to anybody before, never felt the need to say it.

Draco whimpered and crushed his mouth against Harry's as he guided himself inside him for the second time that night, and Harry moaned his pleasure in Draco's mouth, wrapping his legs around his waist, refusing to let him go.

There was no stopping them now, as Draco increased his pace, thrusting faster and faster and Harry could see, Harry could feel that Draco was gradually losing control, and he needed to show Draco he was here with him.

He pressed his hand on Draco's chest and Draco smiled at him, this beautiful, fucking gorgeous smile that melted Harry's heart every single time.

Draco caught Harry's mouth with his own again, moving frantically on top of him, applying pressure on the same sensitive spot inside Harry over and over again, making Harry forget about everything else, lost in sensations, drunk from Draco's scent, his touch overwhelming. Draco's face slowly morphed into something else, something pure and beautiful as he finally reached his climax, eyes closed and mouth open in a silent scream and fuck, Harry had been so right to change positions, he had been so right about seeing Draco come because that was the most beautiful thing Harry had ever seen in his life.

He pressed his heels on the back of Draco's legs, urging him closer, deeper as he felt his own orgasm rise up deep inside, slowly and oh, so intense, and he came between their slicked bodies in long, warm spurts, arms around Draco's neck, hands caressing the nape of his hair, and eyes locked into Draco's, his name on his lips.

Draco's breath was ragged in Harry's ear as he crumbled on top of him and rested his forehead on Harry's shoulder, still inside him while Harry stroked his hair gently, closing his eyes, his mouth on Draco's still damp shoulder as they slowly drifted off to sleep.