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Making Love
Chapter Number/Total: 20/31
Chapter Title: Making Love
Words: 3432 Words
Harry couldn't stop himself from waving his new wand every few minutes once they got back home from visiting Diagon Alley for the second time, just to get Harry a wand. He would always miss his first wand, but it was great to finally have another after so long.
"Thank you, Draco," he said, sitting down on the couch and smiling a little at him. Harry only smiled when he was with Draco.
Draco was thinking similar thoughts. Harry with his new wand was like being around an eleven-year-old again. "Going to practise magic on me?" he teased.
"If you'll let me," Harry replied softly, pointing the wand at him.
"What did you have in mind?" Draco asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Harry blushed, knowing that Draco was suggesting something, but he didn't know what. "I'll have to think about it ....”
"Well, anything you like," Draco answered, smiling and sitting down beside him. "How does it feel?"
"Really good. It's like ... now I'm almost complete," Harry said, looking down at the wand again.
"You are wonderful as you are," Draco said.
"You may think so," Harry said, running his fingers over the wood. "But I don't."
The blond reached over to stroke Harry's hair, caressing him. He frowned slightly at Harry's assertion.
"I don't see how I can be so wonderful and everything else you say ... when I'm still like this," Harry went on to say quietly, closing his eyes and leaning into the touch.
"Like what?" Draco asked, kissing him on the forehead.
"Like this. Not normal, messed up ... fucked up," Harry whispered, sighing. "I know I'm getting better. I've just ... never been all that patient."
"Look at me," Draco insisted.
Harry bit his lip and looked over at Draco, waiting for him to speak.
Draco looked into those green eyes, caressing Harry's cheeks with his fingers. "What do you think it would mean to be 'normal', Harry?" Draco asked.
"Normal ... like you. You don't have nightmares and episodes, and you didn't have to learn how to live all over again," Harry trailed off, looking away to the side.
Draco sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. "Not anymore, but I used to. Nightmares, anger, fear. Snape left me alone, left me in hiding for nearly two years.”
Harry went quiet, watching Draco. He hadn't been left alone, but it was similar. He didn't have anyone there who actually cared. "How did you ... get past that?"
"I was a mess when the war was over. Not like you, but bad enough. I was angry and scared all the time. Even though I had been told that my parents, my aunt, Snape and Voldemort were all dead, I had trouble believing it. I kept seeing my father and aunt in my dreams and even in shadows when I was awake," Draco explained, shaking a bit just from the memory.
Harry winced slightly, but nodded, understanding. He reached to take Draco's hand, squeezing it gently.
"I managed to finish at Beauxbatons, but I was a mess. I felt so much guilt over the things I had done and I had the idea that if I became a Healer, I could make up for it. One of my teachers realised things weren't right with me and she insisted I talk to the Mind Healer at the school," Draco said. "It took a long time, but it helped, and it's why I decided to become one."
"I'm glad you did," Harry said honestly. "I don't think anyone else could've helped me the way you did. Really."
"The truth is, I am better, but not what anyone would call 'normal'," Draco said, reaching to take Harry's hand. "I don't know if anyone who has been through the things we did would be. But that's not what matters."
"So it's okay to not be normal?" Harry asked, wondering if that was the point Draco was trying to make.
"I think what matters now isn't being normal or being the way you were before. What do you want from your life now? What kind of future do you want?" Draco asked.
"I ... I don't know," Harry answered quietly, looking down. "I remember wanting to be an Auror ... but I can't see myself doing that now."
"When you imagine being happy, what does that look like to you?" Draco prompted.
"I'm just ... peaceful. Like there's nothing there holding me back all the time," Harry said, his eyes closed. "I just want to be happy. Really happy. I'm tired of feeling like this."
Draco smiled, gently squeezing Harry's hand. "I hope that is what you are able to have, then."
"You too," Harry said, opening his eyes and looking up into Draco's. "You deserve it."
Draco's heart sped up again. Should he tell Harry? He was still unsure whether Harry only wanted him there because of the way he took care of him. So he leaned in and kissed him softly.
Harry still thought that he was so lucky to have someone like Draco just for himself. He leaned into the kiss, his hands reaching to take Draco's in his.
Draco shivered with his desire for Harry, touching and holding him. The more he got from Harry, the more he wanted and he had to work to hold himself back.
Harry gripped Draco's hands and pulled him closer, so that the blond was almost on top of him as they kissed. It was a bold move from Harry, and he hoped Draco would go along with it.
Draco moaned, Harry's move definitely exciting him. He wanted Harry badly, but he knew he had to be patient and wait until his lover was ready.
With his eyes open as they kissed, Harry could see who was on top of him, and it helped him stay calm.
Draco's tongue slid over his lover's lips and into his mouth, as slowly and passionately as he could, fingers caressing and petting as he did.
Harry shuddered, his hands gripping Draco's shirt as he tentatively touched Draco's tongue with his own. It felt better than great to be able to be kissed and cared for by someone, by Draco.
Breathing through his nose, Draco kept the kiss gentle but thorough as he let Harry set the pace, holding him against his body with delight.
Slowly pulling away, Harry let his head fall back as he breathed in deeply.
Draco panted, more from arousal than anything. He rubbed his face alongside Harry's, his body pressed to the other man's.
Harry could feel Draco hard against him and he got the urge to just spread his legs for him, but ... he knew Draco wouldn't want anything to happen that way. "Draco ... what do you want to do? Just ... tell me for once, instead of me telling you."
Draco looked into Harry's eyes. The thought, I want you to love me, came to him, but he smiled. "I want to bring you pleasure, to touch and to taste you," he purred.
"Is everything about me?" Harry asked softly, shifting to lie back on the couch properly.
Draco realised that it was how he felt. Since coming to live here, he had thought of practically no one else. "For me, yes," he said.
"Selfless," Harry whispered softly, looking up at him in awe. He had spent almost an entire year with people who wanted nothing but to use him to get off; now he was here and Draco only wanted him to feel good, and that was all.
Draco shook his head. "It doesn't feel selfless," he admitted. "I really do enjoy your pleasure. I feel better when you feel good, and want you to be happy." He closed his mouth on the next line, realising how close he had come to confessing his love for Harry.
"And ... I guess that means the only way for you to be happy is to let you ... make me be happy?" Harry asked after a long moment of silence, trying to figure this out completely.
"Yes, your pleasure is mine," Draco agreed.
"Wow," Harry whispered, still looking amazed.
"So, how may I please us today?" Draco asked, fingers caressing Harry's neck.
That question made Harry think again, biting his lip in concentration. He wanted them to both be happy, but according to Draco ... only Harry needed to be happy in order for Draco to be. Maybe he was ready for the next level, maybe he could handle it. "Would you want to ... make love to me?" he asked quietly.
Draco licked his lips and nodded gently. "You think you are ready?"
"I think so," Harry replied, looking a little nervous. "I know you'll stop if I want to ....”
"Here or in our bed?" Draco asked. They had recently moved to one of the rooms with one larger bed instead of two smaller.
"Bed," Harry answered, moving to get up. It was much more comfortable than the couch, especially for something like this.
Draco smirked. "Want to Apparate us?" he asked, knowing Harry had been wanting to use his magic.
Harry smiled softly and nodded, reaching out and gripping Draco's shirt again. He closed his eyes and thought of their room, a little surprised when they made it there. He was still getting used to using his magic again.
"Very good," Draco encouraged. "Keep that wand handy. I have a few new spells you might like to learn." He kissed Harry and then stepped back to strip. Then he lay back on the bed, smiling up at Harry, waiting for his lover to join him.
Harry kept his wand out like Draco said, both for learning the spells and for a little bit of extra protection that he really didn't need with Draco. Harry took a deep breath and turned to lie down next to Draco, wondering what would happen next.
Draco reached to stroke Harry's hair, petting him and smiling. "So I am here for whatever you want to do."
"I still want to try," Harry murmured, looking into Draco's eyes.
"There are so many things we can try," Draco said affectionately. "Do you have something specific in mind?"
Harry shook his head, trying to think of anything different besides what they had already done. "I can only think of sex," he said.
"By sex, you mean intercourse?" Draco asked. Harry didn't seem to have clear ideas about what was or wasn't sex.
"Isn’t that the only one?" Harry asked, looking slightly confused.
"So many lovely things we can explore," Draco smiled, kissing him gently. "Making love is about using anything you want to bring pleasure to your partner."
"We've done some of them," Harry said softly, blushing at the memories. "I just didn't know there were more."
"Since what you tell me is that they used sex to hurt you, then you really haven't made love except during the times we have touched," Draco said softly. "Trust me to touch you again, to show you more?"
"I trust you," Harry replied, nodding slowly. "I do.”
"Good," Draco said, pulling Harry's body against his and kissing him once more.
Harry slid his arms around Draco's as they kissed, squeezing him gently.
Draco kissed and stroked and caressed Harry, until they were both aroused and beginning to rock against each. "Do you want to be inside me?" Draco whispered.
"I don't want to hurt you," Harry gasped, leaning back to look at Draco, his eyes a little wide in fear.
"Love, you won't. I will show you how to make it good. Do you like that idea?" Draco encouraged.
Harry thought about it for a moment before he nodded, still looking a little nervous. "As long as it doesn't hurt you."
Draco reached for the bottle of oil he had. "First, preparing the person is important so that it feels good. Want to?"
"How?" Harry asked, eyeing the bottle of oil. They had never used that on him before.
"You coat your fingers in the oil and then you rub my entrance until you feel it relax. As I relax, you work a finger inside me. Eventually another. When I am ready, I can ride you or you can be on top, if you prefer,” Draco explained.
"Um ... okay," Harry said, furrowing his brow and sitting up to reach for the bottle. He opened it and carefully poured some of the oil onto his fingers.
Draco lifted his wand and cast a special Cleaning Charm on himself. Then he got up on his hands and knees, smiling back over his shoulder at Harry.
"Can you lie on your back?" Harry asked softly, wanting to see Draco's face better.
Draco smirked and rolled over onto his back. He spread his legs and hooked his hands under his knees, holding himself open for Harry.
Harry tucked his hair behind his ears and lay down in between his legs, hesitantly moving his hand up to press the tip of his finger against Draco's entrance. It was strange being on this end rather than being the one lying down. "Like this?" he asked, rubbing gently.
Draco nodded. "Yes, love," he gasped, body quivering at the touch and anticipating more.
Harry rubbed until he could feel Draco relax. "I'm still worried," he said softly, knowing that he had to push a finger inside soon.
Draco's cock was hard and leaking, curving up against his belly. It twitched at the teasing touch. "More, please."
It was obvious that Draco liked it, and Harry couldn't deny him what he wanted. He took another deep breath and began to push the finger inside, surprised at how easily it slid in.
Draco moaned, bending his knees more as he gripped his legs harder, trying to control the urge to push Harry faster. "Yes, yes," he encouraged.
Harry gently wiggled his finger as he continued to slide it inside, looking up at Draco as he reacted. "I didn't know it could feel so good," he whispered, tenderly moving his finger in and out.
"Yes, gently and with lube," Draco gasped. "Please, another finger."
It worried Harry that Draco wanted another now, especially since his finger was being held so tightly. But it was what Draco wanted so he didn't feel he had much of a choice. He pressed two fingers against the hole before pressing them inside as well, biting his lip at how it would feel.
Draco panted quietly, trying to relax around Harry's fingers. It had been a while since he had been with anyone like this, so it did burn a bit. "Oh, yes, gentle, like that," he whispered.
Harry honestly couldn't imagine how this could ever feel good, but here Draco was, obviously liking it. "I have to ... to stretch you?" he murmured, sliding the fingers in deeply. He waited before pulling them slowly out.
"Oh, yes," Draco gasped. He reached down to touch himself, slowly stroking his cock to help himself open up more. "Another, please."
"Are you sure?" Harry asked, biting his lip again. He still believed it would hurt.
"Harry, I want you inside me," Draco whispered. "Please."
"But you're not ready yet," Harry whispered, still having only two fingers inside him.
"Almost, stretch me," Draco gasped, lifting his hips a bit.
Harry nodded slowly, distracted for a second by the way Draco lifted his hips. It made him notice just how hard he was, Harry's own cock pressed into the sheets below them. He flushed and moved to begin to press the third finger inside, leaning down closer to get a better look.
"Yes, please, yes," Draco gasped, trembling now. "Twist them!"
Harry looked up at Draco as he twisted the fingers, almost expecting him to wince in pain.
Harry's fingers brushed Draco's prostate and he moaned in pleasure. "Yes!"
"What?" Harry asked, nearly pulling his fingers out even though Draco's moan had sounded good. "What did I do?"
"Again, please," Draco gasped. "I'll explain later."
Harry wasn't even sure what it was he was doing to make Draco gasp like he did, but he guessed it had something to do with twisting his fingers. He did it again a few times, feeling Draco tighten and shudder around his fingers.
"Ready," Draco gasped. "Do you want me like this, or me on top?"
"I'll be on top," Harry said quietly, thinking that Draco wouldn't like it any other way.
"Make love to me, Harry," Draco whispered. "Let me feel you inside myself."
The words made Harry flush again as he sat up and reached for the bottle, pouring some in his hand and then rubbing it over his cock. "Tell me if you want me to stop," he whispered, positioning himself and moving up Draco's body.
"Go slow at first," Draco said, still holding his knees up so that he was stretched open for Harry.
"Promise I will," Harry said, burying his face in Draco's neck before he began to press inside of him.
"Look at me," Draco gasped, his hands coming up to grip Harry's shoulders as he felt the head of the man's cock breach him.
Harry pulled his head back and looked down at Draco, a small moan forcing its way out of him. "It feels,” he gasped, continuing to push inside, "good."
"Yes, Harry," Draco gasped, looking up into his face and smiling. "I love the feel of you filling me." He did, too, feeling Harry's flesh sliding within him, every ridge moving further inside sending shocks of pleasure racing up his spine.
Harry was trying his best to keep his eyes open, but after pushing all the way inside of Draco, he just couldn't. He whimpered and groaned, his eyes squeezed shut. This was probably why they liked doing this so much to Harry before. It felt incredible.
Draco shuddered, gripping Harry's shoulders. "Oh, you feel so good," he gasped. It burned a little, but he knew that would pass. He loved the stretch and the feeling of Harry's cock, warm and alive and pulsing with his heartbeat.
"You feel better," Harry whispered breathlessly, resting his forehead against Draco's chest. He was staying still, even though his body was trembling slightly, wanting more.
"More," Draco gasped.
"You want me to move?" Harry asked quietly, just to be sure.
"Yes, move inside me, Harry," Draco answered, trembling and arching with desire up toward him.
Harry nodded, pressing a small kiss to Draco's chest before he began to pull out, moaning again at the feeling. He fell into a slow rhythm after that, rolling his hips.
Draco arched his hips up with each thrust, moaning in delight, hands sliding over Harry’s shoulders and down his back. "Yes, amazing!"
Harry bit his lip and gripped the sheets desperately on both sides of Draco, thrusting a little harder and faster as time went on.
Draco gasped and chanted "yes" and "Harry" as he completely lost himself in the feel of being fucked by his lover.
It wasn't long before Harry was feeling close, his hips snapping more quickly than before. He barely managed to gasp that he was close before he was coming unrepentantly, his back arching as a cry was torn loose from his lips.
Draco reached between them, grasping his cock again and stroking himself. Harry was still shuddering over him when Draco cried out, shooting come over both their bellies.
Harry held himself up until his arms were shaking, collapsing when he couldn't hold himself up anymore. "Are you okay?” he whispered when he could breathe properly.
Draco was shaking still and reached his clean hand to wrap about Harry, rolling them onto their sides, facing each other. "Fantastic," he said with a grin, kissing Harry again.
"Really?" Harry asked, blushing again.
"You seemed to enjoy it as well," Draco replied.
"I did ... now I know why they liked it," Harry murmured, snuggling closer.
Draco wasn't sure what to say to that. He knew he could not enjoy raping someone. "It feels better with someone you love."
"Someone you love ....” Harry repeated, rubbing his cheek against Draco's chest.
Draco smiled, returning the gesture and hugging him close. It was as close to a confession as he had gotten. He loved Harry. He knew that, but he didn't want Harry to feel pressured to love him back.
"Tired," Harry whispered, his eyes already closing for sleep. He felt completely satisfied and relaxed with Draco like this.
Draco cast Cleaning Charms again and held Harry in his arms watching him sleep.
Chapter Title: Making Love
Words: 3432 Words
Harry couldn't stop himself from waving his new wand every few minutes once they got back home from visiting Diagon Alley for the second time, just to get Harry a wand. He would always miss his first wand, but it was great to finally have another after so long.
"Thank you, Draco," he said, sitting down on the couch and smiling a little at him. Harry only smiled when he was with Draco.
Draco was thinking similar thoughts. Harry with his new wand was like being around an eleven-year-old again. "Going to practise magic on me?" he teased.
"If you'll let me," Harry replied softly, pointing the wand at him.
"What did you have in mind?" Draco asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Harry blushed, knowing that Draco was suggesting something, but he didn't know what. "I'll have to think about it ....”
"Well, anything you like," Draco answered, smiling and sitting down beside him. "How does it feel?"
"Really good. It's like ... now I'm almost complete," Harry said, looking down at the wand again.
"You are wonderful as you are," Draco said.
"You may think so," Harry said, running his fingers over the wood. "But I don't."
The blond reached over to stroke Harry's hair, caressing him. He frowned slightly at Harry's assertion.
"I don't see how I can be so wonderful and everything else you say ... when I'm still like this," Harry went on to say quietly, closing his eyes and leaning into the touch.
"Like what?" Draco asked, kissing him on the forehead.
"Like this. Not normal, messed up ... fucked up," Harry whispered, sighing. "I know I'm getting better. I've just ... never been all that patient."
"Look at me," Draco insisted.
Harry bit his lip and looked over at Draco, waiting for him to speak.
Draco looked into those green eyes, caressing Harry's cheeks with his fingers. "What do you think it would mean to be 'normal', Harry?" Draco asked.
"Normal ... like you. You don't have nightmares and episodes, and you didn't have to learn how to live all over again," Harry trailed off, looking away to the side.
Draco sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. "Not anymore, but I used to. Nightmares, anger, fear. Snape left me alone, left me in hiding for nearly two years.”
Harry went quiet, watching Draco. He hadn't been left alone, but it was similar. He didn't have anyone there who actually cared. "How did you ... get past that?"
"I was a mess when the war was over. Not like you, but bad enough. I was angry and scared all the time. Even though I had been told that my parents, my aunt, Snape and Voldemort were all dead, I had trouble believing it. I kept seeing my father and aunt in my dreams and even in shadows when I was awake," Draco explained, shaking a bit just from the memory.
Harry winced slightly, but nodded, understanding. He reached to take Draco's hand, squeezing it gently.
"I managed to finish at Beauxbatons, but I was a mess. I felt so much guilt over the things I had done and I had the idea that if I became a Healer, I could make up for it. One of my teachers realised things weren't right with me and she insisted I talk to the Mind Healer at the school," Draco said. "It took a long time, but it helped, and it's why I decided to become one."
"I'm glad you did," Harry said honestly. "I don't think anyone else could've helped me the way you did. Really."
"The truth is, I am better, but not what anyone would call 'normal'," Draco said, reaching to take Harry's hand. "I don't know if anyone who has been through the things we did would be. But that's not what matters."
"So it's okay to not be normal?" Harry asked, wondering if that was the point Draco was trying to make.
"I think what matters now isn't being normal or being the way you were before. What do you want from your life now? What kind of future do you want?" Draco asked.
"I ... I don't know," Harry answered quietly, looking down. "I remember wanting to be an Auror ... but I can't see myself doing that now."
"When you imagine being happy, what does that look like to you?" Draco prompted.
"I'm just ... peaceful. Like there's nothing there holding me back all the time," Harry said, his eyes closed. "I just want to be happy. Really happy. I'm tired of feeling like this."
Draco smiled, gently squeezing Harry's hand. "I hope that is what you are able to have, then."
"You too," Harry said, opening his eyes and looking up into Draco's. "You deserve it."
Draco's heart sped up again. Should he tell Harry? He was still unsure whether Harry only wanted him there because of the way he took care of him. So he leaned in and kissed him softly.
Harry still thought that he was so lucky to have someone like Draco just for himself. He leaned into the kiss, his hands reaching to take Draco's in his.
Draco shivered with his desire for Harry, touching and holding him. The more he got from Harry, the more he wanted and he had to work to hold himself back.
Harry gripped Draco's hands and pulled him closer, so that the blond was almost on top of him as they kissed. It was a bold move from Harry, and he hoped Draco would go along with it.
Draco moaned, Harry's move definitely exciting him. He wanted Harry badly, but he knew he had to be patient and wait until his lover was ready.
With his eyes open as they kissed, Harry could see who was on top of him, and it helped him stay calm.
Draco's tongue slid over his lover's lips and into his mouth, as slowly and passionately as he could, fingers caressing and petting as he did.
Harry shuddered, his hands gripping Draco's shirt as he tentatively touched Draco's tongue with his own. It felt better than great to be able to be kissed and cared for by someone, by Draco.
Breathing through his nose, Draco kept the kiss gentle but thorough as he let Harry set the pace, holding him against his body with delight.
Slowly pulling away, Harry let his head fall back as he breathed in deeply.
Draco panted, more from arousal than anything. He rubbed his face alongside Harry's, his body pressed to the other man's.
Harry could feel Draco hard against him and he got the urge to just spread his legs for him, but ... he knew Draco wouldn't want anything to happen that way. "Draco ... what do you want to do? Just ... tell me for once, instead of me telling you."
Draco looked into Harry's eyes. The thought, I want you to love me, came to him, but he smiled. "I want to bring you pleasure, to touch and to taste you," he purred.
"Is everything about me?" Harry asked softly, shifting to lie back on the couch properly.
Draco realised that it was how he felt. Since coming to live here, he had thought of practically no one else. "For me, yes," he said.
"Selfless," Harry whispered softly, looking up at him in awe. He had spent almost an entire year with people who wanted nothing but to use him to get off; now he was here and Draco only wanted him to feel good, and that was all.
Draco shook his head. "It doesn't feel selfless," he admitted. "I really do enjoy your pleasure. I feel better when you feel good, and want you to be happy." He closed his mouth on the next line, realising how close he had come to confessing his love for Harry.
"And ... I guess that means the only way for you to be happy is to let you ... make me be happy?" Harry asked after a long moment of silence, trying to figure this out completely.
"Yes, your pleasure is mine," Draco agreed.
"Wow," Harry whispered, still looking amazed.
"So, how may I please us today?" Draco asked, fingers caressing Harry's neck.
That question made Harry think again, biting his lip in concentration. He wanted them to both be happy, but according to Draco ... only Harry needed to be happy in order for Draco to be. Maybe he was ready for the next level, maybe he could handle it. "Would you want to ... make love to me?" he asked quietly.
Draco licked his lips and nodded gently. "You think you are ready?"
"I think so," Harry replied, looking a little nervous. "I know you'll stop if I want to ....”
"Here or in our bed?" Draco asked. They had recently moved to one of the rooms with one larger bed instead of two smaller.
"Bed," Harry answered, moving to get up. It was much more comfortable than the couch, especially for something like this.
Draco smirked. "Want to Apparate us?" he asked, knowing Harry had been wanting to use his magic.
Harry smiled softly and nodded, reaching out and gripping Draco's shirt again. He closed his eyes and thought of their room, a little surprised when they made it there. He was still getting used to using his magic again.
"Very good," Draco encouraged. "Keep that wand handy. I have a few new spells you might like to learn." He kissed Harry and then stepped back to strip. Then he lay back on the bed, smiling up at Harry, waiting for his lover to join him.
Harry kept his wand out like Draco said, both for learning the spells and for a little bit of extra protection that he really didn't need with Draco. Harry took a deep breath and turned to lie down next to Draco, wondering what would happen next.
Draco reached to stroke Harry's hair, petting him and smiling. "So I am here for whatever you want to do."
"I still want to try," Harry murmured, looking into Draco's eyes.
"There are so many things we can try," Draco said affectionately. "Do you have something specific in mind?"
Harry shook his head, trying to think of anything different besides what they had already done. "I can only think of sex," he said.
"By sex, you mean intercourse?" Draco asked. Harry didn't seem to have clear ideas about what was or wasn't sex.
"Isn’t that the only one?" Harry asked, looking slightly confused.
"So many lovely things we can explore," Draco smiled, kissing him gently. "Making love is about using anything you want to bring pleasure to your partner."
"We've done some of them," Harry said softly, blushing at the memories. "I just didn't know there were more."
"Since what you tell me is that they used sex to hurt you, then you really haven't made love except during the times we have touched," Draco said softly. "Trust me to touch you again, to show you more?"
"I trust you," Harry replied, nodding slowly. "I do.”
"Good," Draco said, pulling Harry's body against his and kissing him once more.
Harry slid his arms around Draco's as they kissed, squeezing him gently.
Draco kissed and stroked and caressed Harry, until they were both aroused and beginning to rock against each. "Do you want to be inside me?" Draco whispered.
"I don't want to hurt you," Harry gasped, leaning back to look at Draco, his eyes a little wide in fear.
"Love, you won't. I will show you how to make it good. Do you like that idea?" Draco encouraged.
Harry thought about it for a moment before he nodded, still looking a little nervous. "As long as it doesn't hurt you."
Draco reached for the bottle of oil he had. "First, preparing the person is important so that it feels good. Want to?"
"How?" Harry asked, eyeing the bottle of oil. They had never used that on him before.
"You coat your fingers in the oil and then you rub my entrance until you feel it relax. As I relax, you work a finger inside me. Eventually another. When I am ready, I can ride you or you can be on top, if you prefer,” Draco explained.
"Um ... okay," Harry said, furrowing his brow and sitting up to reach for the bottle. He opened it and carefully poured some of the oil onto his fingers.
Draco lifted his wand and cast a special Cleaning Charm on himself. Then he got up on his hands and knees, smiling back over his shoulder at Harry.
"Can you lie on your back?" Harry asked softly, wanting to see Draco's face better.
Draco smirked and rolled over onto his back. He spread his legs and hooked his hands under his knees, holding himself open for Harry.
Harry tucked his hair behind his ears and lay down in between his legs, hesitantly moving his hand up to press the tip of his finger against Draco's entrance. It was strange being on this end rather than being the one lying down. "Like this?" he asked, rubbing gently.
Draco nodded. "Yes, love," he gasped, body quivering at the touch and anticipating more.
Harry rubbed until he could feel Draco relax. "I'm still worried," he said softly, knowing that he had to push a finger inside soon.
Draco's cock was hard and leaking, curving up against his belly. It twitched at the teasing touch. "More, please."
It was obvious that Draco liked it, and Harry couldn't deny him what he wanted. He took another deep breath and began to push the finger inside, surprised at how easily it slid in.
Draco moaned, bending his knees more as he gripped his legs harder, trying to control the urge to push Harry faster. "Yes, yes," he encouraged.
Harry gently wiggled his finger as he continued to slide it inside, looking up at Draco as he reacted. "I didn't know it could feel so good," he whispered, tenderly moving his finger in and out.
"Yes, gently and with lube," Draco gasped. "Please, another finger."
It worried Harry that Draco wanted another now, especially since his finger was being held so tightly. But it was what Draco wanted so he didn't feel he had much of a choice. He pressed two fingers against the hole before pressing them inside as well, biting his lip at how it would feel.
Draco panted quietly, trying to relax around Harry's fingers. It had been a while since he had been with anyone like this, so it did burn a bit. "Oh, yes, gentle, like that," he whispered.
Harry honestly couldn't imagine how this could ever feel good, but here Draco was, obviously liking it. "I have to ... to stretch you?" he murmured, sliding the fingers in deeply. He waited before pulling them slowly out.
"Oh, yes," Draco gasped. He reached down to touch himself, slowly stroking his cock to help himself open up more. "Another, please."
"Are you sure?" Harry asked, biting his lip again. He still believed it would hurt.
"Harry, I want you inside me," Draco whispered. "Please."
"But you're not ready yet," Harry whispered, still having only two fingers inside him.
"Almost, stretch me," Draco gasped, lifting his hips a bit.
Harry nodded slowly, distracted for a second by the way Draco lifted his hips. It made him notice just how hard he was, Harry's own cock pressed into the sheets below them. He flushed and moved to begin to press the third finger inside, leaning down closer to get a better look.
"Yes, please, yes," Draco gasped, trembling now. "Twist them!"
Harry looked up at Draco as he twisted the fingers, almost expecting him to wince in pain.
Harry's fingers brushed Draco's prostate and he moaned in pleasure. "Yes!"
"What?" Harry asked, nearly pulling his fingers out even though Draco's moan had sounded good. "What did I do?"
"Again, please," Draco gasped. "I'll explain later."
Harry wasn't even sure what it was he was doing to make Draco gasp like he did, but he guessed it had something to do with twisting his fingers. He did it again a few times, feeling Draco tighten and shudder around his fingers.
"Ready," Draco gasped. "Do you want me like this, or me on top?"
"I'll be on top," Harry said quietly, thinking that Draco wouldn't like it any other way.
"Make love to me, Harry," Draco whispered. "Let me feel you inside myself."
The words made Harry flush again as he sat up and reached for the bottle, pouring some in his hand and then rubbing it over his cock. "Tell me if you want me to stop," he whispered, positioning himself and moving up Draco's body.
"Go slow at first," Draco said, still holding his knees up so that he was stretched open for Harry.
"Promise I will," Harry said, burying his face in Draco's neck before he began to press inside of him.
"Look at me," Draco gasped, his hands coming up to grip Harry's shoulders as he felt the head of the man's cock breach him.
Harry pulled his head back and looked down at Draco, a small moan forcing its way out of him. "It feels,” he gasped, continuing to push inside, "good."
"Yes, Harry," Draco gasped, looking up into his face and smiling. "I love the feel of you filling me." He did, too, feeling Harry's flesh sliding within him, every ridge moving further inside sending shocks of pleasure racing up his spine.
Harry was trying his best to keep his eyes open, but after pushing all the way inside of Draco, he just couldn't. He whimpered and groaned, his eyes squeezed shut. This was probably why they liked doing this so much to Harry before. It felt incredible.
Draco shuddered, gripping Harry's shoulders. "Oh, you feel so good," he gasped. It burned a little, but he knew that would pass. He loved the stretch and the feeling of Harry's cock, warm and alive and pulsing with his heartbeat.
"You feel better," Harry whispered breathlessly, resting his forehead against Draco's chest. He was staying still, even though his body was trembling slightly, wanting more.
"More," Draco gasped.
"You want me to move?" Harry asked quietly, just to be sure.
"Yes, move inside me, Harry," Draco answered, trembling and arching with desire up toward him.
Harry nodded, pressing a small kiss to Draco's chest before he began to pull out, moaning again at the feeling. He fell into a slow rhythm after that, rolling his hips.
Draco arched his hips up with each thrust, moaning in delight, hands sliding over Harry’s shoulders and down his back. "Yes, amazing!"
Harry bit his lip and gripped the sheets desperately on both sides of Draco, thrusting a little harder and faster as time went on.
Draco gasped and chanted "yes" and "Harry" as he completely lost himself in the feel of being fucked by his lover.
It wasn't long before Harry was feeling close, his hips snapping more quickly than before. He barely managed to gasp that he was close before he was coming unrepentantly, his back arching as a cry was torn loose from his lips.
Draco reached between them, grasping his cock again and stroking himself. Harry was still shuddering over him when Draco cried out, shooting come over both their bellies.
Harry held himself up until his arms were shaking, collapsing when he couldn't hold himself up anymore. "Are you okay?” he whispered when he could breathe properly.
Draco was shaking still and reached his clean hand to wrap about Harry, rolling them onto their sides, facing each other. "Fantastic," he said with a grin, kissing Harry again.
"Really?" Harry asked, blushing again.
"You seemed to enjoy it as well," Draco replied.
"I did ... now I know why they liked it," Harry murmured, snuggling closer.
Draco wasn't sure what to say to that. He knew he could not enjoy raping someone. "It feels better with someone you love."
"Someone you love ....” Harry repeated, rubbing his cheek against Draco's chest.
Draco smiled, returning the gesture and hugging him close. It was as close to a confession as he had gotten. He loved Harry. He knew that, but he didn't want Harry to feel pressured to love him back.
"Tired," Harry whispered, his eyes already closing for sleep. He felt completely satisfied and relaxed with Draco like this.
Draco cast Cleaning Charms again and held Harry in his arms watching him sleep.