Draco looked completely at ease. Bored, even. The air around him was different somehow, more sophisticated, and he looked well off in his royal blue dress shirt and charcoal colored, perfectly tailored pants. It surprised me a little. I had expected my "partner" to be more like me; a struggling student taking time between classes and 2 jobs to star in porn for the extra cash. I looked down at myself and tugged on my ragged t-shirt self-consciously. My jeans had holes in the knees and were stressed in several places naturally. They were old and worn, but they were my favorite and I had wanted to be comfortable. Now I felt a little foolish. The man I could only assume was Draco's manager had practically sneered at me when I had walked over and now I understood why. I'm sure he was used to working with people of a different status than me. Draco himself seemed nice enough, but he made me more than a little uncomfortable with his oozing sex appeal and self-confidence. When our eyes had meet earlier he had looked… taken aback. Surprised. It was odd, and I hoped it wasn't anything I'd done.

"So," Draco said, "What kind of stuff are you into? I like to trade that kind of information so we can make this experience as pleasant as possible for each other."

I blushed and looked down at the floor. "Um, well… I'm not really into anything in particular I guess. Whatever is okay with me as long as it's not super hardcore or anything," I mumbled.

He nodded. "Okay. It's pretty much the same for me. What about smaller things, like your opinion on giving or receiving head or things like that?"

"I'm…. not adverse to either."

"Nipple play?"

My cock twitched in my pants a little at the thought of that. I had found that my nipples were extremely sensitive and I often played with them while masturbating. Not trusting myself to talk, I nodded my head. We ran through a few more scenarios and ideas while the studio was set up and they decided we were good to go. I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans as I entered the room behind Draco. It was a private room used for filming and had noise barriers and soundproof walls to encourage us to be "as loud as necessary". There were small cameras mounted on the walls and one set up in the corner. Draco smiled at me reassuringly and opened his arms to me. I walked into his waiting embrace and rested my head on his shoulder as he closed his arms around my waist. It wasn't a hug exactly, but it was comfortable. Draco turned his head so he could whisper in my ear without the detection of the cameras.

"Ready?"

"Yes," I whispered back.

My voice sounded shaky to my own ears and he responded by saying, "just tell me if we need to stop, okay?"

With that Draco pulled back slightly and gazed into my eyes. I relaxed slightly. I trusted him not to hurt me, even if this entire situation was uncomfortable. He leaned his face down and I took a breath and closed my eyes. His lips were electric, soft and warm on mine and I gasped at the contact. He took the opportunity to slither his tongue into my mouth and tangle it with my own. His hand moved from my waist to the small of my back and he pushed me against him, rubbing his hand in a circular motion sending shivers up and down my spine. He pulled his lips back slightly, still sucking on my tongue so the kiss was transformed into a sloppy, open-mouthed probe. I hummed when he bit my lip gently before moving to the column of my neck. My hand tangled in his short blond hair as his teased under the hem of my shirt and his teeth nipped at the sensitive skin below my earlobe.

"Harry," he breathed in my ear. I shivered at the sound of it rolling off his tongue. No one had ever made my name sound so sensual. I felt myself blush from my ears and I opened my eyes to look at him. He smiled at me and began pulling my shirt over my head. I lifted my arms to help him and soon as it was off he attacked my mouth again. I rather liked the feel of his silky shirt against my skin, but suddenly I wanted to feel him. I began unbuttoning his shirt and he hummed in approval. Inch after inch of his flawless fair skin was exposed and I rubbed my hand across the small patch of light blond hair on his chest before pushing the blue material off his shoulders. He broke the kiss and stepped back to remove his shirt the rest of the way before unlatching his black leather belt and beginning to pull his pants off. I stopped him.

"No, pleased let me."

He looked surprised but he removed his hands. I sank to my knees and began to gently pull the smooth fabric down. I caressed and kissed the new skin revealed to me as the pants rolled up. They reached his ankle too soon and I tapped his foot to get him to lift it and removed the one leg before giving the remaining one the same treatment. Draco was breathing hard by the time I was finished, his white y-fronts doing nothing to hide the bulge that had begun to form. I could feel my own pressing against the confines of my jeans and I whimpered softly. Draco pulled me to my feet and led me to the large bed in the center of the room. I sat and Draco wedged himself between my legs. His chest was perfectly level with my mouth and I licked my lips. Draco pushed me down lightly on the bed and proceeded to unbutton and unzip my jeans before practically ripping them off of my body, along with my briefs. I sighed at the sudden relief of pressure on my prick and blushed again when I remembered Draco wasn't the only who could see me. Looking down, I could see Draco smiling at me from between my legs. I smiled back shyly. There was something about the way his lips curled up that made it look like he was always up to something and in this position, it sent a shiver of anticipation through me. Without warning he licked a stripe up my cock before taking the head into his mouth and sucking lightly, his tongue dipping into the slit every so often. I bit my cheek to keep from moaning, but I couldn't help the whimpers that escaped me.

Draco let his mouth pop free and said with that devilish smirk, "Come on now, Harry, you can make better noises than that. Let me hear you." With that he slid my entire length into his mouth in one movement, taking me down to the root and hollowing his cheeks and sucking. My eyes rolled back as I let the strangled noises I had tried to hold back out. Unconsciously, I grasped the sheets and pulled them tightly into my fists as Draco began to slowly move his head up, his mouth a vacuum on my hard prick. When he reached the head, he swirled his tongue around it before heading back down my length. I watched my cock slowly disappear into his wet heat and it was the single most erotic thing I had ever seen. He didn't stop his downward decent until my cock bumped the back of his throat.

"D-Draco, stop… if you don't, I can't…" I panted, my eyes rolling back into my head.

He pulled off and slid on top of me, his arched back reminding me very much of a cat as it stretches. He kissed me roughly, sloppily, his hand running through my messy hair. When he pulled back I tried to follow, sucking on his tongue. He moaned a bit at that and a rush went through me and straight to my cock when I heard it. Without a thought, I reached down and groped the bulge in his underwear. Draco panted into my mouth and it made my confidence rise to know I wasn't the only one enjoying this. Suddenly, I wanted him to really enjoy himself. I wanted to hear those moans and pants and know that I was the one causing them. Me, and my body, and nothing else. Draco seemed to have other ideas. He reached into the drawer beside the bed and pulled out the condoms and lube. He kissed his way down my chest, over my nipples, taking time to suck and nibble each one before moving on and biting my hipbone. My skin tingled in the wake of the sensations given by his lips, tongue, and teeth. I heard a pop and looked back down to see Draco had opened the bottle of lube and was pouring it on his fingers. I stilled a little at that. I mean, I knew what came next but at the same time I was unsure. A million thoughts raced through my head and I felt the familiar sense of panic rising in my chest.

Draco must have sensed that something was wrong because he came up to kiss my ear, turning his face into my neck so he could whisper, "It's okay, you can do this. You can tell me to stop if it's too much. I don't want to hurt you in any way, I promise." He continued to whisper those last two words as he made his way back down my body. He grabbed my legs gently and lifted them onto his shoulders. I whimpered at the feeling so vulnerable, so open in front of someone. Draco circled a finger around my entrance while kissing my thigh to distract me. After a while I began to relax. Draco then began to press a finger to my hole, hard enough to be insistent but not enough to breach. I waited for him to push just enough to slip inside but he didn't. Several more times of his teasing, I had had enough.

"Draco, please!" I cried. He complied.

I felt the pressure again, but this time he didn't stop. He kept pressing until the muscles relaxed enough for the tip of his finger to slide past. At first it didn't feel any different, but as his finger glided deeper I could feel the resistance my body had against the foreign object trying to make its way inside of me. When Draco pulled it out ever so slight, my muscles seemed suctioned to it.

"Shit, you're tight," Draco said through gritted teeth.

I flushed in embarrassment and turned my face away from him and, unknowingly, toward the camera. "Don't say things like that!" I said, lifting my arms to cover my scarlet face.

He smiled at me and kissed my thigh again and settled into a slow rhythm, pushing and curling his finger inside me until I was panting and a second finger slipped in with the first. All of a sudden, I felt his fingers brush something inside me and a spark of electricity shot up my spine and I gasped and arched off the bed. I couldn't think about it because Draco started scissoring his fingers. Unfortunately, he had to pull them out after a while so he could slick up a third which broke my spell and also concerned me slightly. He still had his briefs on so I couldn't see his size. he was but it seemed like he had spent a lot of time on stretching me. How big was he exactly? Judging from the size of his bulge, the only answer I could come up with was incredibly. Lost in my thoughts, I was startled when Draco reached back to my entrance and plunged in with all three fingers. I gasped and reached for him. He leaned down so I could grasp his shoulders and I clutched at the flesh under my hands, scrambling to find purchase, my nails scraping and making his pale skin flush with angry red lines.

"Seriously, how can you be so tight?!" He said again. Then, it seemed something dawned on him and he stopped. He stared at me with wide eyes and an open mouth.

"Wh-what? What is it?"

"Stop the cameras!" I heard myself cry, "stop them now!"

I removed my fingers and pushed Harry's legs gently from my shoulders, which burned with the scratches he'd made when I surprised him. Harry looked at me, eyes glazed from the previous pleasure but clearing and displaying his obvious confusion at the quick change of situation. I ran a hand, still sticky with lubricant, through my platinum locks as I heard scrambling at the door. My manager burst in, along with the owner of the establishment - Dan? Doug? Something like that – both obviously trying to control their displeasure.

"What's going on Draco? What do you need?"

"Did you by chance include a portion for previous experience on Mr. Potter's application form?"

My manager looked at the owner expectantly. "Don?"

Don looked nervous. "We did, but Mr. Potter left it blank."

"Is there a problem, Draco? Why'd we stop? Please tell me what's going on," Harry said from the bed. He was wrapped in a sheet, having covered himself when everyone else had entered, further increasing my doubt.

"Harry, did you see that part of the application?"

Harry was quiet for a moment. "Yes," he said finally. "Why? Does it matter? I don't have any experience in porn, so I thought-"

"You don't have any experience at all, do you?" I interrupted.

Everyone looked at me. Harry's eyes widened.

"Are you trying to say," my manager said, "that Mr. Potter is a… virgin?"

Harry picked at the fuzz on the sheet enveloping him, clearly embarrassed and ashamed. Why would he want this to be his first time? And why didn't he tell anyone? I thought. Why didn't he tell me? Was he embarrassed about it? Did he not trust me? I shook my head. None of that mattered anymore, I couldn't do it with a virgin. I refused. Besides, he deserved better than this for his first time. He deserved it to be mind-blowing and safe and comforting. He deserved it to be with someone who loved him. I wouldn't be the one to take that from him.

"It doesn't matter," I said. I turned to Harry who looked up at me in confusion and despair. "I'm sorry, Harry but I'm not sure I can go through with this. I think it's best that you go."

"What? No, I can't go!" Harry exclaimed. "I need to do this. You don't understand. I'm sorry for not saying anything before, but please… please don't go. Please don't leave." The ending came off choked and desperate. It struck me to the core and I couldn't say a word. I wanted to comfort him and tell him it wasn't his fault. It was me. I couldn't allow him to do this to himself. Instead, I grabbed my pants from the floor and scrambled to put them on. I grabbed my shirt and motioned for my manager.

"Let's go."