Kneeling

A/N: I’m really sorry this took so long. Not abandoning this story, I promise, just horribly busy.

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“Ow, ow ow, stop it! That fucking hurts!”

“Oh, puh-lease, Potter, don’t be such a wimp!” Draco leaned forward, putting his weight on the hands digging cruelly into Harry’s back. Harry whimpered into his pillow as Draco’s thumbs attacked the twisted muscle. It was still aching and knotted with tension from the fall he had taken this afternoon, and objected emphatically to the cruel treatment.

“Ouch! Tell me again why we can’t just use a muscle relaxing spell?”

“Because if you don’t know exactly what you’re doing with those, half the time you end up ripping the muscles apart, and the other half they go so limp they can’t even support the spine anymore. Which would mean agony and awkward explanations to Madame Pomfrey for you, and no nookie for me, which would be bad. So shut up and let me do this. I do know what I’m doing.”

Harry grumbled, but lay still, groaning with the pain. Draco’s hands weren’t really all that strong, but he unerringly found the most tender spots, and from where he was straddling Harry he could put his weight into working them, so it was still painful as all hell. He could feel the strands of muscle snapping under Draco’s hands like tight rubber bands while he stretched and pressed them.

Suddenly the pain increased sharply. Harry drew a startled gasp and tried to move away, but Draco held him in place with his legs and the hands on his back and kneaded the place mercilessly, until Harry could feel something snap. And suddenly the pain was gone. He pushed experimentally back against Draco’s hands and flexed the muscles tentatively, but it didn’t start up again. He still felt sore, but there was no real pain anymore.

“Hey, you made it stop”, he said, surprised.

“Well, I told you I knew what I am doing!” Draco said, and Harry didn’t have to see his smug grin to know that it was there. But right now, blissfully free of the pain that had had him hunched over half the day, he was prepared to tolerate a little smugness.

“Thanks”, he said, with almost no reluctance at all. He tried to get up, but Draco shifted on top of him and held him down again, hands spread out on top of his shoulderblades, thumbs tucked under them. It kept him pinned to the mattress quite effectively.

“Hold still, will you?” Draco said. “Your back is still all knotted up from the pain. If you get up now, you’ll just undo all my hard work.”

Harry sighed and let himself slump against the mattress again, head twisted to the side.
“No, not like that”, Draco said, and shoved and prodded at him until he was lying straight, with his arms crossed under his forehead.

This time, the backrub was nowhere near as painful. In fact, it was surprisingly pleasant to feel the remaining tension being worked out of him under Draco’s warm, clever hands.

Finally, when he was so relaxed he felt like he might melt into the mattress, Draco’s touch started to change again, more caress than backrub now, Draco’s hands slippery with oil and smooth as silk on his skin. Harry moaned in pure pleasure. Draco shifted on his back, and suddenly Harry could feel Draco’s erection pressing against his ass.

“Want to fuck me?” he blurted out without thinking.

He wasn’t quite sure where that had suddenly come from, but he didn’t actually regret the offer. It didn’t feel like a degrading thing to do anymore. Draco had been nothing but nice to him for a long time now, though admittedly in his own smug, superior, jerkish manner, even outside of their secret little rooms.

It had taken today’s incident in potions class to make him realize it, but it was true - the old taunts and vicious pranks had been absent for quite some time now. Right now, he felt wonderfully relaxed and mellow from the backrub, and he didn’t mind the thought of giving some of those nice feelings back.

Above him, Draco had gone completely still, although Harry could have sworn that he could feel Draco’s cock twitching against his ass. Finally Draco leaned forward, pressing his face against the side of Harry’s neck. He was breathing deeply, quickly.

“Harry, I’d love to”, he sighed, his breath warm and moist, voice muffled against Harry’s skin. “But you don’t want to do it that way. It hurts.”

Harry could feel every single one of his muscles tensing up again with a snap. He shoved himself upwards and to the side, pushing Draco off him, so that he could see his face.

“What do you mean, it hurts?” he asked, voice suddenly high and tight. “Are you telling me… why have you been letting me do this all the time when it hurts you?”

“No!” Draco said quickly, shaking his head. “No. I like it now. It just… hurt… the first few times, pretty badly. But it’s good now. It’s great, Harry, I swear, I love it. But it would be the first time for you, and I don’t want to hurt you like that.”

Harry shook his head helplessly. “But you told me it didn’t hurt, when we did it for the first time!”

He remembered that. He knew he’d stopped to ask. Even back then, when he’d still hated Draco, he wouldn’t have wanted to hurt him like that. But now that he thought back on that first time, he could see where he’d fucked up. He knew what Draco wanted now, knew that he liked it gentle and slow, playful and sensual, and not at all like those first times, which had been rough and hurried. And on top of that, he knew about proper preparation now, about stretching and using enough lube and patience, and he hadn’t done that right back then, either.
The worst of it was, now that he knew the language of Draco’s body, he could look back and see what it had said with dreadful claritxy. Pain, in the tense, twitching muscles of his back and thighs. Shame in his face hidden under a pale arm, seemingly carelessly flung out. Fear, in the rigid, defensive set of his shoulders, the white-knuckled hands clawing into the ground.

God, how could he not have seen that fear? He didn’t even know what it was for, the pain, their exposed position (and how could he have been that stupid, anyway, anyone could have stumbled into that clearing) or himself. He’d punched him, Draco had still been bleeding from Harry’s fist. Why on earth had he ever let Harry touch him again?

He knew Draco could see his shock on his face, familiar as they had become with each other, and wasn’t surprised when a pale hand reached out to touch his shoulder lightly.

“What is it, Harry? You look awful.”

Harry bit his lip and forced himself to look Draco in the eyes.

“I am so, so sorry”, he whispered, his voice awfully close to breaking. “I was such an asshole to you - why on earth did you ever put up with me?”

Draco bit his lip, shaking his head. “I’m… I… I was… Oh, forget it. It’s all right. I mean, all first times are kind of awful, and it really wasn’t that bad.”

“Yes, it was”, Harry insisted earnestly, and startled half out of his skin when Draco suddenly started to laugh - heartfelt, loud, pealing laughter, falling back on the bed and shaking with it.
“Yes, it was”, Draco forced out, gasping. “You were fucking terrible in bed, Potter. Anyway, forget it. I mean that. I like the way it is now.”

He put his head on Harry’s shoulder, snuggling close. He’d sometimes done that before, after sex, but never just like that. But Harry didn’t feel like protesting the unprecedented intimacy at the moment. He leaned his face against the top of Draco’s head.

“Come on, do me”, he whispered. “You know how it works, you’re not gonna hurt me.”
Draco pulled away and looked down at him, searching.

“You sure?”
“Sure.”

“All right then.” A hesitant grin was spreading over Draco’s face. Yeah, he wanted this all right.

“Here, wait-“ Harry obediently let himself be rolled onto his stomach. He tried to make himself relax when Draco started stroking his back again, and it worked surprisingly well. His stomach was fluttering a little bit with anxiety, but there was nothing like real fear there. He really did trust Draco with this - trusted him not to hurt him, to try to make it good.

When Draco’s slick fingers slid between his cheeks he found that it was surprisingly easy not to tense up. Still, it felt strange to be touched there, crossing the boundaries Harry had set right from the start for the first time.

Draco’s finger slipped in easily, unerringly finding exactly the right spot, sending a twitch of pleasure through Harry’s whole body. Draco leaned over him, pressing soft kisses to the back of his neck.

“Good?”

“Mm. Don’t stop.” It was good, in an entirely new, exciting way, despite the strangeness of it all. Draco made it easy for him, distracting Harry from the faint uneasyness - kissing his back and shoulders, fondling Harry’s cock gently with his free hand, pressing against him and smelling deliciously of sex and sweat.

Two fingers were almost too easy, Harry’s body opening up eagerly to the touch. Three was more of a stretch, but Draco took his time, patiently spreading and prodding, opening him up in the most gentle way possible until Harry lay panting on the bed, his whole body hot and slippery with sweat, rubbing his cock against the mattress.

Draco dragged him up onto hands and knees, then knelt over him, pressing his chest to Harry’s back. Draco’s body felt hot against his own, and they slid together perfectly. Draco had one arm wrapped around Harry’s chest, holding him and pressing him closer, the other one around his own cock, guiding himself.

Harry tried to open to the gentle, unyielding pressure, bearing down as Dracos fingers had taught his body to do. It felt new and completely alien how his body spread open around Draco, but there was no pain, relaxed muscles giving in willingly.

Draco groaned and dropped his head on Harry’s shoulder, pressing his chest to Harry’s back. He was radiating heat where they were touching, both their bodies slick with sweat, and Draco was panting into Harry’s ear, hot breath and sharp little gasps. It was incredibly, unexpectedly sexy.

Draco’s arm was tightening around him. “Sorry, I’ve got to move, please, are you ready?” His hips were already rocking almost imperceptibly, muscles clenched with the strain of holding still. “Please, can I?”

Harry hitched his hips just the tinist bit forward, testing, feeling Draco start to slide out of him. It felt completely amazing, Draco’s cock dragging against sensitive nerves in the most incredible way. Draco whimpered, hips starting to move faster, clutching Harry against himself.

And then Draco hit the good spot again, making his arms buckle, throwing him forward into the mattress. Draco curled over him, braced on one arm, hitting that spot with deft precision, mouthing Harry’s neck messily.

“Can you come like this?” he whispered hoarsely. “Come on, come for me, do it… god, you’re so hot, feel so good…”

He pulled his arm out from under Harry and curled a hand around his cock, still muttering encouragement into Harry’s ear, and God, it was so good, suddenly he almost couldn’t stand it anymore, nerves firing at random in bliss… He whimpered and groaned and came with a shout, collapsing flat onto the bed. Draco stayed with him for a few more seconds, hips moving in quick, jerky movements now, hands clutching Harry’s shoulders, then he shuddered and stilled, pressing himself tight against Harry for a moment and then going completely limp.

“God, that was good, you’re so good…” he groaned after a moment, pushing himself off Harry’s back and pulling out carefully. Harry twitched at the pang of pain that went through him.

“Sorry, couldn’t stay like that, you’ll be sore enough as it is…” Draco whispered, voice already blurring, and then he collapsed onto Harry, head pillowed on the small of his back and one arm slung over his ass, hand drawing lazy circles on his ass. Harry sighed, and relaxed, and they went to sleep like that, tangled up together.