"Chasing Cars"

Author's note--Okay, a little bit of fluffy goodness here! Remember how in Chapter 1 I said that "chasing cars" means "shagging"?

Well, I decided to go ahead and describe it for you anyway! HEHEHE Yeah, so there ARE no lyrics in this one, just the dialogue from the first chapter as the prompts, and then it's all hot gay teen sex from there.

The first dialogue "//" is Draco talking, and then the scene is written in Draco's point of view (I'm good at that...Harry's a little harder, so I usually choose Draco).

The second dialogue "//" is Harry talking, though, which is how it segweys back into the songfic. Enjoy the fluff!
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"Chasing Cars" (by Snow Patrol)

// Harry, I want you to make love to me. I want to give you my virginity because you’re the only one who has ever really…um, loved me…and…and I want to show you how much you mean to me, too.

Even if I can’t say it, I can show you how I feel about you. I sit up, pressing my lips to your ferociously. I can feel how your mouth responds to mine, opening to my probing tongue, sighing as I applied a slight suction. I concentrate on your bottom lip, knowing how that sends shivers down your spine. There they go now. I lean back, gently pulling you with me, until I’m laying on my back in the garden with you half on top of me. You were hesitant at first, still sweaty from training, but I didn’t give you a choice about whether to lay across me.

I bring my hand up to run it through your messy black hair, cupping your cheek as I continue to snog you mercilessly, even from beneath. You can feel the change in the air; instead of the sweet and innocent kisses from before, my mouth is now hot and demanding. You don’t hesitate, though, to press back against me. I wait for you to make a move and straddle me, but you continue to lay across my chest, apparently content with snogging for the time being. I guess I expected you, the Boy Who Lived, to take charge, but you’re in uncertain territory, as am I. And I just told you that I wanted you to fuck me, so now you’re letting me lead so that neither of us get hurt. I can practically see what’s running through your head, since it shows on your face, and I know that you are more comfortable with me directing this so that you don’t accidentally hurt me or overstep the limits of what I want you to do to me.

I’m not content with merely snogging anymore. I grab a handful of hair at the back of your head and pull roughly, forcing your head back so that your throat is exposed to me as I bring you closer. I hear an aroused gasp from you as I kiss, then suck, the soft underside of your chin, just to the side of your throat. I flick my tongue lazily over your skin, reminiscent of the serpent for which my house is named, and I can hear your breathing shorten. I smirk because I imagine that means your pants are tight, too. Your skin tastes salty, and it drives me wild. I know that you were sweating from training, but it reminds me of other ways that I want to make you sweat. I am SO ready for this.

You gasp again as I boldly let my other hand (the hand that’s not currently twisted in your hair) drift down your chest to cup your groin. Yep, hard. And you get harder as I stroke you over your clothes, and you let out a series of “ah ah AH”s, so I know you’re enjoying this. With one hand, I am able to somehow unsnap your jeans and pull your zipper down enough to wiggle my hand inside to grasp you through your underwear. I pump you awkwardly for a few minutes, continuing my assault on your neck, even though by now, I’m biting at your collarbone. You finally get the idea to sit up and squirm out of your jeans. I raise up on my elbows to smile at you for a second, thinking “thick Gryffindor” as I shimmy out of my own clothing. All of it. I keep my pants within easy range, though. I will need that vial out of the pocket before too long. My own cock is hardening as I watch you blush, emerald eyes widening at seeing me naked for the first time.

My eyes flicker over your well-defined chest and arms, and I can’t stop my fingers from brushing down the tanned skin of your stomach, stopping when they reach your waistband. I look back up and arch my eyebrow, letting the lust show through. Your blush is absolutely adorable as you lift your hips and slide your underwear off, and suddenly “thick Gryffindor” has a WHOLE new meaning.

Your cock is breathtaking. Seriously. I stare at it in wonder, unconsciously gripping my own length. This is what my fantasies have been made of. I jerk off in my bed at night, thinking of you and imagining what you look like. My imagination fell FAR short. The blush spreads down your chest as you realize that I’m touching myself. My other hand ghosts down your stomach to wrap around your shaft, and your jade eyes widen. I have one cock in each hand, moving from base to tip simultaneously. Your head tips back as you are touched intimately for the first time ever. I am so tempted to make you come just from this, but then I remember my higher purpose. I have something I want to give you, and it is for you and you alone.

“Come here,” I whisper to you, tugging just a little on your manhood for encouragement. You sit up and crawl over to me. I help push you into position, opening my legs and motioning for you to kneel in between them. I didn’t think your eyes could get wider, and then I wrapped my legs around your hips, pulling you close, and our erections touch. My hands are there, holding them together as my legs contract and release, making your hips buck against me ever so slightly.

You lean forward, planting your hands on the ground beside my arms and cover my face and neck in kisses to take your mind off of the wicked things my fingers are doing down there. I reach to the side and slide my hand into my pants pocket. It’s time. I pull out the vial and hold it up, smiling. You take it, staring at it for a minute before I bring your chin back down to my waiting lips.

“It’s time, you sexy thing,” I whisper. Somehow speaking in anything louder would sully the moment. “Dip your finger in here, and then press it inside me. You won’t hurt me; don’t worry about that.” I can see the doubt on your face, even as I continue to stroke our cocks. I unhook my ankles from behind your back and pull my knees to my chest, sliding my hands over the backs of my thighs to hold myself in position. I am offered to you.

You start by cupping my balls and rolling them just a little, and it makes me moan. Then your fingers start probing lower, and I try to keep my knees tucked up as I pull my arse cheeks apart to show you it’s okay. You spread some of the gel-like substance from the vial onto your fingers, and they slide along the crack nicely until you find my puckered entrance. You bite your lip in concentration, emerald eyes never leaving my face as your finger teases my rim and then pushes inside of me slightly. I gasp, which causes you to freeze, and I hurry to reassure you.

“No, no, Harry, I’m fine. Keep going,” I say. You’re probably going to need more encouragement than I thought, but I’m okay with that. My gaze is soft, which relaxes you, and you push your finger all the way into me. I squeeze my anal muscles around your digit experimentally, giving you a small smile. Then I try to relax those muscles and suggest that you try a second finger with more lube.

The second finger alongside your first one hurts a little bit more, but I hold my breath. I grew up with worse than this, and I have a fairly high pain tolerance. Although, that pain was more physical than sexual…you know, being slapped, punched, kicked, or whipped; having my hair pulled, bruises, and that sort of thing. This pain is more delicate, and it shows just how much I trust you, which is exactly what I’m going for here. You suddenly realize that I’m not breathing like I should, and it makes you frown with concern. I reach up with one hand to stroke your face, trying to smooth away the upset look, and you can’t help but smile as my knuckles brush softly over your cheek in a loving caress.

“Stretch me,” I order quietly, and you nod, pushing your fingers apart carefully. Mmmmm, now THAT is starting to feel good, and I tell you so. You begin pushing your fingers in and out of me, simulating thrusting, and I gasp my approval. You turn your fingers over so that the pads of your fingers are facing up, and whatever way you turned them hit a nerve inside me. My body twitches involuntarily, and my vision flashes white for just a second. It was less than a second, but it takes me twice that to catch my breath as my eyes widen, looking into yours. You look concerned again, but you quickly understand that that was a good jerk, not because you did something wrong.

“More,” I pant. “Make love to me, Harry. Now, please?” I don’t want to sound like I’m begging, but I am SO ready. Your face breaks into a huge and adorable grin, and you dump some more lubricant on your length, groaning as you spread it over yourself. If I were feeling more wicked, I would have wanked you with the lube or something until you sprayed all over yourself, but right now, I just want you inside of me, and then suddenly I can feel the pressure against my entrance as you move into position.

You line your cock up with my hole, pushing ever so slightly as you tuck your elbows under my knees so that my hands are free again. With a shallow thrust, the head of your cock slides into my virgin hole, and I arch, my hands gripping your forearms reflexively. You stop again, but it’s because you’ve never felt anything so tight or tingly in your life, and you can barely stop from coming right now. I focus on the trees above your head, getting used to the sensation of your cock in my ass. Grunting, you continue to press, and my muscles clench you but allow passage smoothly until you are buried up to the hilt inside of me.

It is only then that I dare to breathe again, pulling your face down to kiss you urgently on the lips, whispering how wonderful you are and how, right now, I just want you to FUCK ME for all you are worth! Your grin turns slightly feral; any Slytherin would be proud, but I’m just impatient. You pull out and push back in SLOOOWWWLY, making me emit a whiny moan. I give you the ‘Malfoy Death Glare’ and you just smile your insufferable Gryffindor smile and peck my pouting lips as you slide in and out of me again.

This position doesn’t allow me room to reach around behind you with my hands, so I have to settle for twisting my heels into your arse cheeks, feeling petulant as I whine, my hands on the backs of your arms, trying to pull you into me harder.

“Harry, ple-ease! Fuck me hard! Fuck me-EE!” I whined the first “please”, but on my last word, you rock forward all of a sudden, which lifts my hips off the ground more, and you slam into me hard. I don’t know how you did it, but you managed to whack my prostate with that first thrust, and every other one after that, unerringly, and my eyes roll back in my head as my body begins to twitch in response to this wonderful assault on my arse.

“This is a much better way to stop your whining than drawing my wand on you,” you lean down and whisper into my ear. Not fair of you…talking to me and expecting me to be coherent as you turn my brain and body to mush with every thrust of your powerful hips. I think I whimpered in response, but I was definitely too far gone to form a sentence. You’re bringing me closer and closer as you continue to batter that sweet spot, and I run my hands from your arms to your shoulders, twisting my fingers around the back of your neck, and then dig my nails into your shoulders frantically as I fall over the edge, moaning your name as my cock pulses and jets my seed onto my stomach and chest, unaided.

You pause for the briefest of instances, watching my orgasm in wonder before you snap back to reality and grunt as you thrust a few more times, harder and deeper than before, feeling my tightness clutch at your sensitive prick, and it sends you past that point as well. Your last thrust holds against my nether regions as you throw your head back, coming deep inside of me, against my prostate, screaming my name as you shudder.

Neither of us can move for a second. We just lay in that position, panting and watching each other. You shift slightly, letting my knees down, and I immediately pull you to my chest. You collapse with a sigh, gratefully, and I wrap my arms around your head and shoulders, trying to calm my racing heart as I feel waves of what can only be called love wash over me. I am no longer a virgin; I have given that gift to you, and you enjoyed it very much, if the fact that you lay boneless on my chest, heaving, with a goofy and dreamy smile on your face, is any indication. I am ill-prepared to deal with such intimacy, however, and I hold onto you for dear life as tears squeeze out of the corners of my eyes.

You rise up on your elbow, pulling out of my grasp, gasping as your spent cock slips easily from my arse, and you flop onto your back in the grass next to me, staring at the sky and chuckling. I am thankful that you are too giddy to notice my distress—even if it is mingled with intense feelings for you—and I immediately roll over onto my stomach, burying my face in my arms. At least I’m not exposed while I’m having trouble getting my emotions back under control, and it makes me smile as I hear your last four sentences before you drift off to sleep, your hand groping around for mine.

// Fuck. That was fucking amazing. You, Draco, YOU are fucking amazing. God, I love you so much!