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Adult ++
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31
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43,512
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301
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Only Ever Want
Chapter Number/Total: 15/31
Chapter Title: Only Ever Want
Words: 2879 Words
And if all the world was perfect
I would only ever want to see your scars
-- from "So Beautiful" by Darren Hayes
Harry lay in Draco's arms. He was happy. Well, as happy as he could be with the secrets he still held tightly inside him. They still made him shudder to think about them. He wasn't ready to talk about them, even though he knew now that Draco had gone through something similar, if not the same.
It was bedtime, the night before Harry's birthday. Harry was curled up with Draco, his head on the other man's chest. He was listening to the steady heartbeat as he thought to himself; every now and then he tilted his head back to press his lips against Draco's.
Since that first kiss there had been many others. Draco smiled happily as Harry continued to kiss him again and again. Now that they had started, they couldn't stop. It felt so good to touch like that. So sweet and comforting and sexy all at the same time.
The next day was Harry's birthday, and the closer the day drew near, the more he thought about what he wanted from Draco. He wondered if Draco were still considering it, especially after things had changed between them. "Draco ....”
"Yes?" Draco answered, fingers sliding through Harry's hair. He let himself enjoy it now, pushing the guilt away instead.
"My birthday is tomorrow," Harry replied quietly, hoping Draco would just immediately understand what he was trying to ask.
"It is," Draco answered, a small smile playing on his lips. "So you know what you want?"
"What I asked for before," Harry said, looking up at Draco. "I still want that." Harry felt a shiver of mingled anticipation, hope, and fear.
Draco's heart sped up again and he gently kissed Harry – just another soft caress of lips. "You want me to make love to you?" he whispered. Desire flared so strongly that he had to swallow hard, trying to rein it in.
Harry blinked at the different way of saying it, but he nodded slowly. "I ... I don't know if I'm ready for ... you know ... all the way, but … I want to feel good," he murmured, looking down.
Draco trembled a bit, licking his lips nervously. "Yes, I would like to do that for you," he agreed. "Now or tomorrow?"
Harry swallowed and shook his head. "Um, tomorrow?" he asked. "If that's okay with you."
"Whenever you want," Draco agreed, taking a deep breath to try to calm down. Holding Harry every night was wonderful. Yet, it left him aching to really touch him. Now that they had crossed the line, he didn't want to stop. He laid a gentle kiss on Harry's forehead and then reclined back, trying to settle into sleep.
"Thank you," Harry said, sighing and snuggling close for sleep himself. He couldn't believe that he was finally getting what he asked for. He was a little nervous, but he wanted to go through with it. "'Night, Draco."
"Good night, Harry," the blond answered, wrapping his arm around Harry.
***
Harry's birthday was busier than they had counted on. Not only did Ginny and Ron return to visit, but Hermione and a few other friends arrived as well. Harry had been more responsive than in the past, but became easily agitated and Draco had to help steer conversations away from difficult topics. Draco’s presence there was one of those difficult topics. He repeated the basic facts and Hermione confirmed that she had already "checked it out with the staff at St Mungo’s."
Draco finally closed the door behind the guests and sighed with relief. He walked back into the sitting room and crouched down in front of Harry where he sat on the sofa. "You want to rest?" he asked.
Harry nodded, reaching out for Draco. "Bed," he said, biting his lip gently. They were finally alone and it was time for his present from Draco. But he was nervous.
In the room, Draco hesitated, wondering if Harry was still up for this. "You tired?" he asked softly. He didn't want Harry to feel he had to go through with this if he didn't feel up to it, or had changed his mind.
Harry shrugged, sitting down on the bed. "Not really."
Draco's pulse quickened. He smiled at Harry again. "And do you still want ... ?"
"Yes," Harry said quietly, glancing up at him and flushing.
Harry was sitting on the edge of the bed and Draco crouched in front of him again. "You tell me to stop any time you want," he said. "And this ... this isn't about my pleasure. You are to relax and let me make love to you. Understand?"
"Yes, I understand," Harry answered, swallowing a few times. "Are you ... going to do it now?"
"I would like to," Draco answered softly, heart beating fast and body responding to the idea of it.
"Okay." Harry took a deep breath and slowly lay back on the bed, closing his eyes.
Draco took several deep breaths as he sat on the edge of the bed. His fingers trembled a bit as he reached to unbutton Harry's shirt.
"You ... you don't have to look," Harry whispered, remembering the look on Draco's face the first time he saw the scars.
"I want to look," Draco whispered. "I want to see you, touch you ... taste you." He meant every word. So many times, he had had to stop himself from really looking, so even that would be wonderful.
"If you say so," Harry said, his heartbeat speeding up as Draco pulled off his shirt.
The blond gently drew the shirt open and then helped slide it from Harry's shoulders, setting it aside. Then he softly ran the tips of his fingers back up Harry's arms.
Harry shivered at the very unfamiliar feeling, taking yet another deep breath. He didn't understand how Draco could manage to look at him like this when he couldn't even look at himself without feeling disgusted.
Draco's fingers caressed and stroked their way up Harry's arms and then over his shoulders, his neck, and then down his chest. "So beautiful," he whispered.
"No," Harry said, lips trembling and shaking his head. "I am not."
"Oh, yes, but you are," Draco answered, voice full of the sheer desire he felt when he looked at Harry. He let his fingers trace the scars, too, wanting Harry to feel pleasure where he had felt pain before.
Harry just shook his head, unable to believe him, no matter what he said. It felt weird to have someone tracing over his scars like Draco was doing, if only because of the way it made strange tingles go through his body. He almost wanted him to stop, but he didn't say anything.
Draco caressed Harry's flesh, his own body shivering at the feel of touching him. He caressed those dark nipples next, smiling at the way they pebbled to his touch.
Harry gasped softly at the feeling, involuntarily reaching to grip Draco's wrist even though he didn't want him to stop.
Draco froze, looking up into Harry's face to see what he should do.
Harry bit his lip and let go of Draco. "Sorry," he whispered.
"No apologies," Draco whispered. "Just let me know if I should stop or if I can continue."
"That ... felt good," Harry murmured, blushing hard. "It surprised me."
"I want you to feel good," the blond whispered, caressing Harry's nipples again. Then Draco bent his mouth to kiss Harry's chest. The kiss sent shocks of pleasure down his spine, and he gasped.
Harry didn't know how to react, his hands fumbling around the sheets before he gripped the fabric, a small whimper escaping him. It felt better than good.
Draco licked and kissed his way to one dark, hard nipple, taking the erect tissue into his mouth with a little moan.
Harry's eyelids fluttered shut, soft moans escaping his lips. His back arched slightly, wanting more of that feeling.
Draco licked and sucked, loving the sounds of Harry's pleasure. After a minute, he moved across Harry’s chest to the other nipple, hands caressing downward as he did.
A mixture of moans and gasps were coming from Harry as Draco continued, never having felt like this before. He wanted more, but didn't know if he could ask, or even how to ask.
Draco sucked Harry's nipple, tonguing it, the taste of him exploding in his mouth and his body shivering in response. Meanwhile, he slid his hands down the man's abdomen until he came to the waist of his trousers. He gently unfastened them.
Even with the distraction, Harry could feel Draco's fingers undoing his trousers and it made him tremble, mostly in pleasure – but in fear, as well.
Draco lifted his hand, looking at Harry's face. "I'm not going to hurt you," he assured him. "Let me touch you."
Harry bit his lip nervously, still trembling as he nodded for Draco to go on.
Draco finished unbuttoning the trousers and then peeled them down. "Lift your hips," he whispered.
Harry bit his lip harder and lifted his hips up, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. He couldn't help tensing.
Draco slid the trousers and shorts down over the man's hips and down his legs, tossing them aside.
Harry shuddered hard, his eyes still closed. But with them closed, he couldn't see that it was Draco doing this to him, that he really wasn't going to hurt him.
"Harry," Draco whispered, hands lightly resting on the man's calves. "I want to know how this feels to you, to make sure it feels good."
Harry opened his eyes quickly at the sound of Draco's voice, already breathing hard. "I'm ... scared."
"I will stop if you want," Draco repeated, massaging the man's calves.
But Harry didn't want him to stop. He wanted to go through with this. "You won't hurt me," he said, nodding to himself in assurance.
"No, I won't," Draco agreed, working his hands up Harry's legs, deft fingers massaging his muscles.
"I know." Harry's legs shook, but he slowly opened them as Draco moved his hands up. Spreading his legs felt like habit, and it brought a shiver a fear with it.
Draco gasped as his fingers slid over the softer skin of Harry's inner thighs. "Oh, you feel so good."
Harry wasn't sure if Draco was saying these things to make him feel better or not. That particular sentence, though, woke up another memory and it made him wince slightly, his thighs straining to close.
"Harry," Draco whispered. "It's me, Draco, touching you because you want this." He paused his hands, waiting for Harry to calm.
Harry swallowed and nodded a few times, slowly letting his legs relax, but not completely. "I want this."
Draco took another deep breath and then moved his hands up, cupping Harry's balls with one and wrapping his fingers around his half-hard shaft with the other.
Harry gasped loudly, tensing up again as his own fingers clenched in the sheets. "Wait," he whispered quickly, trying to tell himself that he was fine.
Draco paused, heart beating faster. He realised he had moved too quickly there in his own eagerness.
"God," Harry whispered, his head falling back against the sheets. It felt so good to be held this way. Much better, he thought. His cock was throbbing but it wasn't with the pain he associated with the Potion-induced arousal. This felt good.
Draco nodded, taking that as a signal to continue. His hand on Harry's shaft began to gently slide the foreskin back, while he stroked the man's sac with the fingers of his other hand. "Yes, just let yourself feel," he encouraged.
Harry's body quivered as Draco continued, his eyes closed. Every few moments he would make a small noise, his hips lifting up involuntarily before he would force them back down, almost like he was afraid of doing it in the first place.
"Oh, yes," Draco purred. He gently released Harry's balls and used that hand to brace himself on the bed as he leaned down, angling Harry's cock with the other hand. He drew back the foreskin on Harry's cock and very gently licked the crown.
Harry cried out before he could stop it, eyes wide and startled. He bit his lip, reaching to press a hand over his mouth to stay quiet.
"More?" Draco asked, pausing to make sure that the cry had been a good one.
Harry nodded slowly, pulling his hand away a little. "Please," he whispered.
"It's okay to make noise, to tell me what you want or how you feel," Draco whispered, and then bent his head again. He licked again, swirling his tongue around the crown, looking up at Harry as he did.
Harry still wasn't too sure about making any noise, even though Draco said he didn't mind. But he moaned deeply when Draco licked him again, his face flushing in embarrassment.
Draco rewarded that moan with more licks, running the tip of his tongue around and over the slippery head, tasting his Harry's pre-come as it oozed from that slit. He would have sworn that nothing had ever tasted so good.
Harry's toes curled up at the feeling, his body already beginning to tense up in pleasure.
Draco slid his lips over the crown, licking and sucking Harry's cock as he wrapped his fingers around the base. He was terribly aroused, his own cock straining at the fabric of his trousers.
"Draco," Harry gasped loudly, hesitantly leaning up the best he could to reach and grip Draco's shoulder. His hips were straining to move again, but he wouldn't give in and just thrust up. He didn't want to choke Draco.
Draco bobbed his head faster, sucking and licking as he felt the other man's body tremble, balls tightening and flesh quivering.
"I'm gonna ...” Harry didn't have the chance to properly warn Draco any better than that before he was coming, body writhing with pleasure.
Draco sucked and swallowed, moaning in ecstasy as he did.
"I'm sorry," Harry said almost as soon as he was done, his face burning with shame. "Sorry, I tried to stop. I'm sorry ....”
Draco drew up, licking his lips. "Oh, please don't apologise for letting me taste you," he said in a voice full of his delight.
Harry blinked and whispered another apology, looking down as the aftershocks went through his body. It felt perfect, but it was ingrained in his mind that getting something good like this meant that he'd have to return the favour, and more. He swallowed and spread his legs slowly, tilting his hips up so that he was completely exposed for Draco.
Draco sat back, looking down at the beautiful man spread for him. This was where it mattered that he be in control, where he had to remember that this was not about him. He moved, crawling up beside Harry and leaning over to kiss him gently.
Harry was surprised by the kiss, pulling back a little to look at Draco. "You don't ... want to?" he asked, closing his legs and leaning in to kiss him again.
The bulge in Draco's trousers was quite obvious. "This is your birthday," he said softly. "This is about your pleasure."
"But, isn't that uncomfortable?" Harry asked softly, gesturing at Draco's crotch. "Let me?"
"You want to watch me?" Draco teased, reaching down to unbutton his trousers.
Harry blushed hard. "I thought you'd want me to take care of it."
Draco pushed his own trousers and shorts down his hips, his cock springing up, full and leaking. He reached down and wrapped his fingers around the shaft, gasping.
Harry looked away quickly, thinking that it wasn't okay to look. He could hear Draco gasping, though, and it only made Harry want to take care of him.
"Watch me, beautiful," Draco panted, stroking himself. "I want you to see how much you please me."
Harry bit his lip, but glanced back over, just because Draco told him to.
"Can you see how much pleasuring you pleases me?" Draco gasped, hand moving faster.
Harry was chewing on his lip in thought, but he nodded, looking down to watch Draco's hand move. This was so strange, just watching this.
"Yes, yes, oh, Harry," Draco chanted and then he arched, coming into his own hand, body shaking and eyes closing in his rapture.
Harry flinched a little, but didn't look away, his eyes a little wide. He had come to think of that moment when someone came as ugly, but he had never seen anything as beautiful as the look on Draco's face just then.
Draco lay gasping, grey eyes opening as he smiled up at him. "You okay?" he managed breathlessly.
Harry nodded slowly, eyes still wide as he looked at Draco's face.
Draco Summoned his wand, cleaning them both. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked.
"Yes," Harry admitted softly, blushing again. "Felt good." He felt proud of himself for going through with it all, not backing out.
Draco stripped the rest of the way, pulling the blankets up over them and wrapping his arms about Harry. "Happy birthday," he whispered.
"Thank you," Harry replied, sighing softly and closing his eyes. For the first time in a long time, Harry felt wanted.
Chapter Title: Only Ever Want
Words: 2879 Words
And if all the world was perfect
I would only ever want to see your scars
-- from "So Beautiful" by Darren Hayes
Harry lay in Draco's arms. He was happy. Well, as happy as he could be with the secrets he still held tightly inside him. They still made him shudder to think about them. He wasn't ready to talk about them, even though he knew now that Draco had gone through something similar, if not the same.
It was bedtime, the night before Harry's birthday. Harry was curled up with Draco, his head on the other man's chest. He was listening to the steady heartbeat as he thought to himself; every now and then he tilted his head back to press his lips against Draco's.
Since that first kiss there had been many others. Draco smiled happily as Harry continued to kiss him again and again. Now that they had started, they couldn't stop. It felt so good to touch like that. So sweet and comforting and sexy all at the same time.
The next day was Harry's birthday, and the closer the day drew near, the more he thought about what he wanted from Draco. He wondered if Draco were still considering it, especially after things had changed between them. "Draco ....”
"Yes?" Draco answered, fingers sliding through Harry's hair. He let himself enjoy it now, pushing the guilt away instead.
"My birthday is tomorrow," Harry replied quietly, hoping Draco would just immediately understand what he was trying to ask.
"It is," Draco answered, a small smile playing on his lips. "So you know what you want?"
"What I asked for before," Harry said, looking up at Draco. "I still want that." Harry felt a shiver of mingled anticipation, hope, and fear.
Draco's heart sped up again and he gently kissed Harry – just another soft caress of lips. "You want me to make love to you?" he whispered. Desire flared so strongly that he had to swallow hard, trying to rein it in.
Harry blinked at the different way of saying it, but he nodded slowly. "I ... I don't know if I'm ready for ... you know ... all the way, but … I want to feel good," he murmured, looking down.
Draco trembled a bit, licking his lips nervously. "Yes, I would like to do that for you," he agreed. "Now or tomorrow?"
Harry swallowed and shook his head. "Um, tomorrow?" he asked. "If that's okay with you."
"Whenever you want," Draco agreed, taking a deep breath to try to calm down. Holding Harry every night was wonderful. Yet, it left him aching to really touch him. Now that they had crossed the line, he didn't want to stop. He laid a gentle kiss on Harry's forehead and then reclined back, trying to settle into sleep.
"Thank you," Harry said, sighing and snuggling close for sleep himself. He couldn't believe that he was finally getting what he asked for. He was a little nervous, but he wanted to go through with it. "'Night, Draco."
"Good night, Harry," the blond answered, wrapping his arm around Harry.
***
Harry's birthday was busier than they had counted on. Not only did Ginny and Ron return to visit, but Hermione and a few other friends arrived as well. Harry had been more responsive than in the past, but became easily agitated and Draco had to help steer conversations away from difficult topics. Draco’s presence there was one of those difficult topics. He repeated the basic facts and Hermione confirmed that she had already "checked it out with the staff at St Mungo’s."
Draco finally closed the door behind the guests and sighed with relief. He walked back into the sitting room and crouched down in front of Harry where he sat on the sofa. "You want to rest?" he asked.
Harry nodded, reaching out for Draco. "Bed," he said, biting his lip gently. They were finally alone and it was time for his present from Draco. But he was nervous.
In the room, Draco hesitated, wondering if Harry was still up for this. "You tired?" he asked softly. He didn't want Harry to feel he had to go through with this if he didn't feel up to it, or had changed his mind.
Harry shrugged, sitting down on the bed. "Not really."
Draco's pulse quickened. He smiled at Harry again. "And do you still want ... ?"
"Yes," Harry said quietly, glancing up at him and flushing.
Harry was sitting on the edge of the bed and Draco crouched in front of him again. "You tell me to stop any time you want," he said. "And this ... this isn't about my pleasure. You are to relax and let me make love to you. Understand?"
"Yes, I understand," Harry answered, swallowing a few times. "Are you ... going to do it now?"
"I would like to," Draco answered softly, heart beating fast and body responding to the idea of it.
"Okay." Harry took a deep breath and slowly lay back on the bed, closing his eyes.
Draco took several deep breaths as he sat on the edge of the bed. His fingers trembled a bit as he reached to unbutton Harry's shirt.
"You ... you don't have to look," Harry whispered, remembering the look on Draco's face the first time he saw the scars.
"I want to look," Draco whispered. "I want to see you, touch you ... taste you." He meant every word. So many times, he had had to stop himself from really looking, so even that would be wonderful.
"If you say so," Harry said, his heartbeat speeding up as Draco pulled off his shirt.
The blond gently drew the shirt open and then helped slide it from Harry's shoulders, setting it aside. Then he softly ran the tips of his fingers back up Harry's arms.
Harry shivered at the very unfamiliar feeling, taking yet another deep breath. He didn't understand how Draco could manage to look at him like this when he couldn't even look at himself without feeling disgusted.
Draco's fingers caressed and stroked their way up Harry's arms and then over his shoulders, his neck, and then down his chest. "So beautiful," he whispered.
"No," Harry said, lips trembling and shaking his head. "I am not."
"Oh, yes, but you are," Draco answered, voice full of the sheer desire he felt when he looked at Harry. He let his fingers trace the scars, too, wanting Harry to feel pleasure where he had felt pain before.
Harry just shook his head, unable to believe him, no matter what he said. It felt weird to have someone tracing over his scars like Draco was doing, if only because of the way it made strange tingles go through his body. He almost wanted him to stop, but he didn't say anything.
Draco caressed Harry's flesh, his own body shivering at the feel of touching him. He caressed those dark nipples next, smiling at the way they pebbled to his touch.
Harry gasped softly at the feeling, involuntarily reaching to grip Draco's wrist even though he didn't want him to stop.
Draco froze, looking up into Harry's face to see what he should do.
Harry bit his lip and let go of Draco. "Sorry," he whispered.
"No apologies," Draco whispered. "Just let me know if I should stop or if I can continue."
"That ... felt good," Harry murmured, blushing hard. "It surprised me."
"I want you to feel good," the blond whispered, caressing Harry's nipples again. Then Draco bent his mouth to kiss Harry's chest. The kiss sent shocks of pleasure down his spine, and he gasped.
Harry didn't know how to react, his hands fumbling around the sheets before he gripped the fabric, a small whimper escaping him. It felt better than good.
Draco licked and kissed his way to one dark, hard nipple, taking the erect tissue into his mouth with a little moan.
Harry's eyelids fluttered shut, soft moans escaping his lips. His back arched slightly, wanting more of that feeling.
Draco licked and sucked, loving the sounds of Harry's pleasure. After a minute, he moved across Harry’s chest to the other nipple, hands caressing downward as he did.
A mixture of moans and gasps were coming from Harry as Draco continued, never having felt like this before. He wanted more, but didn't know if he could ask, or even how to ask.
Draco sucked Harry's nipple, tonguing it, the taste of him exploding in his mouth and his body shivering in response. Meanwhile, he slid his hands down the man's abdomen until he came to the waist of his trousers. He gently unfastened them.
Even with the distraction, Harry could feel Draco's fingers undoing his trousers and it made him tremble, mostly in pleasure – but in fear, as well.
Draco lifted his hand, looking at Harry's face. "I'm not going to hurt you," he assured him. "Let me touch you."
Harry bit his lip nervously, still trembling as he nodded for Draco to go on.
Draco finished unbuttoning the trousers and then peeled them down. "Lift your hips," he whispered.
Harry bit his lip harder and lifted his hips up, squeezing his eyes shut tightly. He couldn't help tensing.
Draco slid the trousers and shorts down over the man's hips and down his legs, tossing them aside.
Harry shuddered hard, his eyes still closed. But with them closed, he couldn't see that it was Draco doing this to him, that he really wasn't going to hurt him.
"Harry," Draco whispered, hands lightly resting on the man's calves. "I want to know how this feels to you, to make sure it feels good."
Harry opened his eyes quickly at the sound of Draco's voice, already breathing hard. "I'm ... scared."
"I will stop if you want," Draco repeated, massaging the man's calves.
But Harry didn't want him to stop. He wanted to go through with this. "You won't hurt me," he said, nodding to himself in assurance.
"No, I won't," Draco agreed, working his hands up Harry's legs, deft fingers massaging his muscles.
"I know." Harry's legs shook, but he slowly opened them as Draco moved his hands up. Spreading his legs felt like habit, and it brought a shiver a fear with it.
Draco gasped as his fingers slid over the softer skin of Harry's inner thighs. "Oh, you feel so good."
Harry wasn't sure if Draco was saying these things to make him feel better or not. That particular sentence, though, woke up another memory and it made him wince slightly, his thighs straining to close.
"Harry," Draco whispered. "It's me, Draco, touching you because you want this." He paused his hands, waiting for Harry to calm.
Harry swallowed and nodded a few times, slowly letting his legs relax, but not completely. "I want this."
Draco took another deep breath and then moved his hands up, cupping Harry's balls with one and wrapping his fingers around his half-hard shaft with the other.
Harry gasped loudly, tensing up again as his own fingers clenched in the sheets. "Wait," he whispered quickly, trying to tell himself that he was fine.
Draco paused, heart beating faster. He realised he had moved too quickly there in his own eagerness.
"God," Harry whispered, his head falling back against the sheets. It felt so good to be held this way. Much better, he thought. His cock was throbbing but it wasn't with the pain he associated with the Potion-induced arousal. This felt good.
Draco nodded, taking that as a signal to continue. His hand on Harry's shaft began to gently slide the foreskin back, while he stroked the man's sac with the fingers of his other hand. "Yes, just let yourself feel," he encouraged.
Harry's body quivered as Draco continued, his eyes closed. Every few moments he would make a small noise, his hips lifting up involuntarily before he would force them back down, almost like he was afraid of doing it in the first place.
"Oh, yes," Draco purred. He gently released Harry's balls and used that hand to brace himself on the bed as he leaned down, angling Harry's cock with the other hand. He drew back the foreskin on Harry's cock and very gently licked the crown.
Harry cried out before he could stop it, eyes wide and startled. He bit his lip, reaching to press a hand over his mouth to stay quiet.
"More?" Draco asked, pausing to make sure that the cry had been a good one.
Harry nodded slowly, pulling his hand away a little. "Please," he whispered.
"It's okay to make noise, to tell me what you want or how you feel," Draco whispered, and then bent his head again. He licked again, swirling his tongue around the crown, looking up at Harry as he did.
Harry still wasn't too sure about making any noise, even though Draco said he didn't mind. But he moaned deeply when Draco licked him again, his face flushing in embarrassment.
Draco rewarded that moan with more licks, running the tip of his tongue around and over the slippery head, tasting his Harry's pre-come as it oozed from that slit. He would have sworn that nothing had ever tasted so good.
Harry's toes curled up at the feeling, his body already beginning to tense up in pleasure.
Draco slid his lips over the crown, licking and sucking Harry's cock as he wrapped his fingers around the base. He was terribly aroused, his own cock straining at the fabric of his trousers.
"Draco," Harry gasped loudly, hesitantly leaning up the best he could to reach and grip Draco's shoulder. His hips were straining to move again, but he wouldn't give in and just thrust up. He didn't want to choke Draco.
Draco bobbed his head faster, sucking and licking as he felt the other man's body tremble, balls tightening and flesh quivering.
"I'm gonna ...” Harry didn't have the chance to properly warn Draco any better than that before he was coming, body writhing with pleasure.
Draco sucked and swallowed, moaning in ecstasy as he did.
"I'm sorry," Harry said almost as soon as he was done, his face burning with shame. "Sorry, I tried to stop. I'm sorry ....”
Draco drew up, licking his lips. "Oh, please don't apologise for letting me taste you," he said in a voice full of his delight.
Harry blinked and whispered another apology, looking down as the aftershocks went through his body. It felt perfect, but it was ingrained in his mind that getting something good like this meant that he'd have to return the favour, and more. He swallowed and spread his legs slowly, tilting his hips up so that he was completely exposed for Draco.
Draco sat back, looking down at the beautiful man spread for him. This was where it mattered that he be in control, where he had to remember that this was not about him. He moved, crawling up beside Harry and leaning over to kiss him gently.
Harry was surprised by the kiss, pulling back a little to look at Draco. "You don't ... want to?" he asked, closing his legs and leaning in to kiss him again.
The bulge in Draco's trousers was quite obvious. "This is your birthday," he said softly. "This is about your pleasure."
"But, isn't that uncomfortable?" Harry asked softly, gesturing at Draco's crotch. "Let me?"
"You want to watch me?" Draco teased, reaching down to unbutton his trousers.
Harry blushed hard. "I thought you'd want me to take care of it."
Draco pushed his own trousers and shorts down his hips, his cock springing up, full and leaking. He reached down and wrapped his fingers around the shaft, gasping.
Harry looked away quickly, thinking that it wasn't okay to look. He could hear Draco gasping, though, and it only made Harry want to take care of him.
"Watch me, beautiful," Draco panted, stroking himself. "I want you to see how much you please me."
Harry bit his lip, but glanced back over, just because Draco told him to.
"Can you see how much pleasuring you pleases me?" Draco gasped, hand moving faster.
Harry was chewing on his lip in thought, but he nodded, looking down to watch Draco's hand move. This was so strange, just watching this.
"Yes, yes, oh, Harry," Draco chanted and then he arched, coming into his own hand, body shaking and eyes closing in his rapture.
Harry flinched a little, but didn't look away, his eyes a little wide. He had come to think of that moment when someone came as ugly, but he had never seen anything as beautiful as the look on Draco's face just then.
Draco lay gasping, grey eyes opening as he smiled up at him. "You okay?" he managed breathlessly.
Harry nodded slowly, eyes still wide as he looked at Draco's face.
Draco Summoned his wand, cleaning them both. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked.
"Yes," Harry admitted softly, blushing again. "Felt good." He felt proud of himself for going through with it all, not backing out.
Draco stripped the rest of the way, pulling the blankets up over them and wrapping his arms about Harry. "Happy birthday," he whispered.
"Thank you," Harry replied, sighing softly and closing his eyes. For the first time in a long time, Harry felt wanted.