Fifty Blue Shades of Harry

Draco was the first to wake up, about an hour later. He was pleased to see a thoroughly snogged Harry in his arms. He carefully dislodged himself from the other man and stood up, needing to pee. As he glanced back at Harry, the deep forming bruise that was Harry's cheeks caught his attention. He would get something for that as well. He did not want the other man to be hurting too bad when he woke up.

Harry was very hard on himself. There were people that turned their frustrations outward, most people. Those who take it out on physical activity or even on others.

Then there were people like Harry, who turned their frustrations inward. Harry was a sufferer, or a masochist some would say. There was always too much going on inside that head of his. Always an imperfection to criticize.

Yes, Draco understood Harry very well. They were two sides of the same coin. Draco wasn't a sadist per se. He enjoyed that Harry enjoyed it. He enjoyed inflicting it because Harry asked for it. Admittedly he's also fantasized of Harry doing it solely for Draco's own pleasure. After everything that happened, Draco now knows that this would be to Harry's pleasure as well.

Draco was already getting hard again.

He returns from the bathroom with some bruise balm in hand. He carefully lifts Harry onto the bed and encourages him to lie on his stomach.

Draco gingerly applies the balm to Harry's skin. He covers Harry thoroughly and lingers around the ring of his entrance. It was swollen and most definitely very sore.

Harry groans and Draco looks up, trying to determine if Harry had woken up, but it looked like he was still sleeping.

Unable to help himself, he continues to rub at Harry's hole. Though in his defense, Harry would also appreciate this later.

Draco is suddenly very interested when Harry spread his legs a bit wider, still asleep.

This minx.

Draco should fuck him for that.

But he knew the other man likely needed time to heal. He forced his hands away from the sleeping man, and moved to take a shower.

Little did he realize, Harry had been awake since that first moan. He was still really sore, but what Draco was doing felt good.

He didn't want it to stop.

"Draco." the blonde stops and turns around to look at him. He was still naked, and Harry's eyes fell on to his slightly aroused member. He hadn't seen it yet. First he was blindfolded and then it was in him. Draco was thicker than Harry had realized. He was suddenly proud of how well he handled that.

Harry, unsure of what to say, timidly asks Draco to come back. Draco instantly returns to the bed, cuddling up behind Harry.

"Why hello there Harry. How are you feeling?" Draco asks.

Harry takes a second to answer.

"Pretty good actually." he finally says.

Harry felt lighter. Draco had known exactly what he needed. How could he have known that?

He tries not to think about it as he enjoys the warmth of Draco behind him.

"So... would you like to tell me what happened this morning?" Draco asks cautiously.

Harry groans internally.

"Ollivander said that I'm repressing myself for some reason and that I need to unleash my core before I can try to make a wand." he says, feeling disappointment once again.

"Wow. Is that all Harry? We'll get your core cleansed in no time. I know just the guy."

He looks at Harry deviously.