Preparation
Title: Preparation
Author/Artist: closet_bound
Rating: NC-17
Warning: m/m, rimming
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. Please don't sue me.
Summery: Harry asks a question--eventually.
Notes: It's my first smut fic. Let me know what you think.
Harry leaned back into the pillow against his headboard and nervously nibbled on his bottom lip. After a quick glance up through his eyelashes at Draco, he returned his attention to the Potions book in his lap, managing to not comprehend the same paragraph he'd managed to not comprehend on the last ten tries.
Harry wondered if it was possible to actually become less literate over time.
He glanced up at Draco again before making a valiant effort with attempt number twelve.
"Ok. Out with it."
Harry blushed.
"Out with what?"
Draco closed his Potions book with a sigh and gave Harry a pointed look.
"Don't attempt nonchalance. It doesn't suit you. You haven't turned a page in half an hour, and you have been making the 'I want to ask you a question, but I am afraid you will mock me' face. It is distracting, and I wish to complete this assignment before graduation. So, ask. I will mock you. I will answer you. You will be embarrassed. And I can return to my work.
It struck Harry as slightly surreal that Draco knew his faces well enough to have named them. But then, Draco doing his homework in Harry's dorm would have seemed surreal a year ago. Harry pulled his lip between his teeth as his curiosity battled against inevitable embarrassment. Curiosity's victory was never really in question.
"Well, you're gay, right?"
Draco managed to raise an eyebrow, roll his eyes, and glare without looking utterly ridiculous.
"Congratulations. You were apparently neither blind nor deaf this past year. Did you simply feel the need to be mocked, or does that question actually require an answer?"
Harry bit his lip and looked down at his hands, which couldn't seem to stay still in his lap.
"Well, no. I mean, that wasn't my question. It's just--well--you're gay. You're the only guy I know who is, well the only one I know well enough to ask. So--yeah--you're the only one I can ask."
Harry glanced up quickly before returning his eyes to his apparently fascinating hands to await Draco's answer. After a moment, he glanced up again to find Draco smirking.
"Harry, I am afraid mind reading is not one of my many talents."
Harry sighed and looked back down to his hands. He wished mind reading was an option. Maybe he could find a spell in the library. He considered suggesting it, but after a quick glance up at Draco, he decided that the other boy's patience probably wouldn't hold through a wild goose chase.
"I wanted to ask someone who had actually had--well--it."
"Sex?"
"Yeah," Harry mumbled, blushing. "And after last year and the whole--well--you know--"
"Yes. Blaise, myself, Creevy, his camera, and the illustrious Daily Prophet. You can trust that I have not forgotten. Do attempt to get to the point, Harry."
Harry felt the blush that had been threatening begin to creep onto his face and stared fixedly at his hands. He seriously considered dropping the whole thing, but knowing Draco's inability to let a subject drop once his interest was caught, that would probably result in more embarrassment, and possibly more public embarrassment, at that.
"You see, I was just wondering--I'm not sure how to put it. How does it work, with two guys, I mean."
Harry glanced up to catch Draco's smirk before returning to the perusal of his hands. Why had he thought this was a good idea, again? He wondered if he could convince Draco that his scar was hurting, and he needed to find Dumbledore--now.
"Harry, I realize that the photo in the Prophet didn't show much more than my bare arse, but from our positions, where exactly did you think I was putting my cock? Trust me. Your first guess was probably the right one."
Harry couldn't decide if he should be annoyed or embarrassed. He hated it when Draco was like this, deliberately misunderstanding until Harry found the most clear phrasing for his question.
"Draco, I know that."
Harry took a deep breath and looked Draco in the eye, trying to ignore the fact that his face was about to catch fire.
"I asked Hermione about it, ok, and she wasn't very descriptive. She, uh--she said that preparation is very important the first time, but, well--she didn't exactly explain what that meant."
Harry watched as comprehension dawned on Draco's face. Apparently he really hadn't known what Harry was asking. Draco turned to put his Potions book on Harry's trunk at the foot of the bed before turning to look at Harry closely. His voice sounded slightly off when he spoke.
"Harry, are you telling me that you are gay?"
"No!--I don't know, maybe. All I'm saying is that I want to know how it works, and honestly, I think you've done enough mocking at this point. Can we just skip to the answering?"
Harry watched Draco's lips tip upward slightly as he leaned forward and lifted Harry's book from his lap. After placing it beside his own, Draco turned back toward Harry and leaned against the foot-board, regarding him silently. Draco pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, and Harry licked his lips unconsciously. Draco smiled.
"How clear an explanation would you like, Harry? Is this simple curiosity, or is this something you need to know?"
Harry blushed and turned his eyes down to his fidgeting hands.
"I--um--I'm not really sure. Need? I mean, I don't need it right now or anything, but--this is just between us, right?"
"Always, Harry."
Harry felt a hand cup his chin, lifting his face and forcing his eyes to meet Draco's. Draco settled beside him, their right thighs pressed together and Draco's face a little too close.
"Look me in the eye, Harry. I want to be sure you understand everything."
Harry looked into Draco's eyes, and he already felt that there was something he was missing. Draco's gaze was almost--predatory.
"Harry, I am going to explain this as if I am preparing you, ok. It will be less confusing."
Harry wasn't sure of that. He was starting to feel pretty confused right now with Draco's right thigh pressed against his and Draco's hand brushing along his jaw to settle at the nape of his neck. Draco's eyes burned into him, and why was his spine tingling?
"Ok."
Harry watched as Draco's eyes unfocused for a moment before they snapped back to him with an intensity he didn't quite understand.
"There are so many ways I could prepare you, Harry," Draco murmured with a small smile. "I don't think I would be able to choose. The whole point is to get you relaxed and wanting me inside you, and I would use everything I know to make you beg and plead and forget to be nervous. First, when I have you laying naked in my arms, I'll tease the corner of your mouth with my lips before licking your bottom lip and sucking it into my mouth."
"Wait. I thought you were explaining about preparation. That's just kissing."
Just kissing. Harry forced his eyes back up from Draco's mouth. It was just something he'd never really done and was having described to him, in detail, by someone who's mouth was right there. Draco smiled slightly and started moving his thumb in small circles on the back of Harry's neck. Harry licked his lips and tried to ignore how dry his mouth felt.
"Harry, it's all preparation. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word--it's all leading to you being ready when I sink into you."
Harry tried not to hear those words echo in his head. Less confusing? Right.
"When you begin to relax and your tongue follows mine back into my mouth, I'll run my hand from your neck, over your collar bone, down your side, and back up to your chest. I'll tease your nipples with my fingers, brushing, pinching, scraping them with my nails. When you're whimpering and begging with your body, I'll run my hand down your chest to your stomach, running my thumb around your navel before dipping in and brushing over to your hip. I'll tease the hollow there with light strokes until you're shifting and trying to force your cock into my hand. When you finally pull out of the kiss, moaning and begging without really knowing what you are begging for, I'll urge you over onto your stomach and straddle your hips to hold them still."
Harry felt the heat pooling in his stomach, and he shifted slightly, hoping Draco wouldn't notice. He would never live it down if Draco knew he was getting off on his --not fucking confusing, of course not--explanation. Draco glanced down at the movement, and when his eyes came back to Harry's, they were more alive than Harry had ever seen them.
"Then I will lean down and lick and suck on that place at the back of your neck that you never let anyone touch while my hands massage your shoulders. As I work my way down, tracing every muscle in your back with my tongue and letting my hands explore your sides, I'll slide my hips down, pressing my hard cock into the back of your thigh, and I will tell you just how hard I am and just how much I want you. I'll move further down, kissing and licking the small of your back as I slip my hands over your arse and between your thighs to push them apart. I'll kneel between your legs and enjoy the picture of you, spread out for me. I'll run my fingers down the insides of your thighs, down your legs to your ankles where I'll massage the bones just to hear your surprised gasp when your cock twitches. Then I'll run my hands up the backs of your legs, stopping at your knees to join my fingers with my tongue. I'll enjoy showing you just how sensitive the back of your knee can be. When you start to thrust against the bed, I'll run my hands up the backs of your thighs to your hips and hold them down. Then I'll follow with my tongue, stopping to suck at the crease between your arse and your thigh. I'll bring my hands in, cupping, kneading, and then spreading your gorgeous arse. I'll watch the muscle tense a little in your confusion before I bend my head to sweep the flat of my tongue over it."
"Oh, wait. Eww!" Harry scrunched up his nose. "That just sounds disgusting."
Harry felt slightly unsettled that even with this new incredibly gross picture in his mind, he was still hard as a rock. He couldn't stop staring into those burning grey eyes, fascinated to see a bit of amusement make its way into the fire.
"Oh, you are an innocent, Harry."
Harry bit his lip and blushed. He couldn't help but think it a bit odd that he hadn't been blushing a few minutes earlier.
"Well, I've never really, you know, had a chance to do anything. I mean, I've never even kissed with tongue--Does that really feel good?"
Draco's eyes drifted to Harry's lips.
"French kissing?"
Harry licked his lips and felt the tingling in his spine return at the flash in Draco's eyes.
"No," Harry blushed, "the other thing."
Draco licked his lips and his eyes flashed hungrily as he ran his fingers up into Harry's hair from the base of his neck and leaned in to whisper, his lips brushing the other boy's ear with every syllable.
"It's like thousands of little pulses being sent to your cock and spreading out from there and coming back again. It feels like that moment right before you know nothing would stop you from coming, only it lasts and lasts for as long as I want to hold you down and fuck you with my tongue. It's so stimulating that your brain short-circuits and your body takes over and all it can do is try to get closer and take my tongue deeper. You can't control any of it, and you don't care. Your body just begs for more and more and more and the only thing that can get to your brain is that you're torn between never wanting it to end and wanting my cock in you now.
Harry moaned helplessly and was surprised to hear an answering moan in his ear.
"Oh, gods, Harry. I want to hold your hips down and dig my fingers into that gorgeous arse. I want to spread you open and cover your hole with my mouth. I want to trace every wrinkle, lap at you, suck your hole. I want to be messy and devour you. I want to feel you writhing underneath me when I push past and into your tight little hole, fucking you with my tongue, slow and lazy and sloppy while you're begging for anything, fast and hard, short thrusts with you moaning and screaming, loving the feel of you pushing up, trying to get more. So, hard, Harry, so hard from the taste of you and the sound of you crying and begging and completely gone to anything but the feeling of my tongue fucking your tight little hole."
Harry could hear the harsh pants in his ear that were mirrored by himself. Draco's voice had become low and rough and, gods he was hard. He thrust a hand against his erection, trying to calm down and felt fingers wrap around his wrist. He looked up into pleading grey eyes.
"Harry, oh, gods--please?"
At Harry's confused look, his hand was pushed away and replaced. He moaned deeply at the first stroke.
"Harry--gods, I shouldn't--"
--stroking him through his trousers, his hips rising to meet--
"I'm sorry, gods--" A sob escaped Draco's throat. "I shouldn't have started this. I'm so sorry."
Draco pulled away.
Harry grabbed his hand.
"Don't stop. Please."
Harry fell back onto the bed, pulling Draco down with him and pressing Draco's hand back to his cock. Harry saw the question in Draco's eyes before it was spoken.
"Are you sure?"
Harry pushed his hips upward and wrapped a hand behind Draco's neck to pull him closer. He spoke softly in Draco's ear.
"What would you do next?"
Harry smiled at the moan and the shudder that ran through the body on top of him and groaned when Draco's hand began to stroke him again.
"Gods, Harry. Do you have any idea--" Draco moaned, pulling back to look down as he spoke. He took a deep, shuddering breath. "I'll slick my fingers, slipping one into you, not because you need it, just because I want to explore you. I want to make it last as long as fucking possible. I'll fuck you with one finger, still devouring your hole. I don't think I could stop. You'll be writhing under me, like you are now--so fucking beautiful. Do you have any idea--so beautiful. You'll be begging me for more, for anything. I'll push another finger in, past my tongue and into you. You'll be pleading with me, spreading your legs further, telling me you're ready. I know it's true. You've been ready for ages, but I won't want it to end. I'll be afraid it's the only time. I'm afraid it's the only time."
A sob escaped Draco's mouth as Harry thrust into his hand. Harry whimpered when the hand disappeared for a moment, to reappear slipping inside the waistband of his trousers and into his pants. Draco was thrusting against his thigh, and Harry nodded at the look seeking permission.
"Keep going--Keep talking."
Draco nodded, taking another shuddering breath. His words were punctuated with moans, and his eyes roamed continually over Harry's face, as if trying to save a precious memory.
"When your begging is just gasps and moans, and I'm too hard to even tease myself anymore, I'll sit up and push into you slowly. It will take everything I have not to just bury myself inside you. When you tense at the intrusion, I'll lean down, kissing your neck and rubbing your back until you relax. When you're pushing up, trying to take more of me, I'll push further into you, whispering in your ear, telling you how beautiful you are, how tight you are, how goddamn long I've wanted this, and I'll thrust into you, finally--finally."
Harry couldn't look away from Draco's desperate, burning gaze as he felt his orgasm hit. Those eyes seemed to caress him, feeling almost too intimate as Draco moaned to him.
"That's it, Harry, yes--so beautiful, so beautiful when you come--gods, knew you would be--so beautiful--wish you could see--so beautiful--so beautiful--"
As Harry came back to himself, he was surprised to feel the damp spot on his outer thigh. He looked up to see Draco gazing down at him with a small, sad smile. He sighed as he felt Draco's fingers brushing over his forehead and into his hair.
"Draco--"
"Don't. Please don't say anything, not yet. I just--I want to enjoy this for a minute before it disappears."
Harry smiled slightly and reached up to brush his fingers along Draco's jaw. When Draco's eyes met his, he took his hand.
"Who says it has to disappear?" Harry asked softly.
Draco's gaze was questioning, slightly guarded and slightly hopeful.
"How long, Draco?"
Draco looked away, his free hand picking at the comforter.
"A long time, Harry." He swallowed. "Before we were friends, it was easy. There was nothing to hope for, and I didn't know you, not really. Lust is comparatively easy to ignore. Then, with the beginning of last year and all that happened, well, I got to know you. I kept looking for reasons not to want you, but the more time I spent with you, the more I admired you. I know you don't see it. That's part of your charm, but I can't ignore it. I told myself you were straight, and I counted myself lucky to have your friendship. When you told me--asked me--whatever. Tonight, I don't know what I thought would happen. There was something about the idea of my fantasy being in your mind, about you hearing it from me. I wanted to see you aroused. I never meant it to go so far. I'm so--"
"If you apologize for that, I'll hex you."
Harry grinned when Draco's eyes shot to his, wide and slightly confused.
"What?"
"Draco, why do you think I asked Hermione about all of this in the first place? Who do you think I was thinking about? Anyway, that was the first time anyone else has ever--uh--touched me." Harry blushed. "Add to that the fact that it was you, and--well, I'm not exactly sorry this happened. I mean, I never expected you would want me, too. I am very happy right now, so no apologizing."
Draco was grinning down at him with an amazed look on his face.
"You--you,too?"
Harry laughed.
"What happened to my articulate friend?"
"Fuck you."
Harry blushed and Draco laughed, pulling him closer.
"Harry, may I kiss you?"
Harry blushed deeper and rolled his eyes.
"Draco, you just had your hand on my cock. I don't think you have to ask."
Draco smiled and brushed his thumb across Harry's lips before leaning in for a kiss.
On to Blush
Author/Artist: closet_bound
Rating: NC-17
Warning: m/m, rimming
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. Please don't sue me.
Summery: Harry asks a question--eventually.
Notes: It's my first smut fic. Let me know what you think.
Harry leaned back into the pillow against his headboard and nervously nibbled on his bottom lip. After a quick glance up through his eyelashes at Draco, he returned his attention to the Potions book in his lap, managing to not comprehend the same paragraph he'd managed to not comprehend on the last ten tries.
Harry wondered if it was possible to actually become less literate over time.
He glanced up at Draco again before making a valiant effort with attempt number twelve.
"Ok. Out with it."
Harry blushed.
"Out with what?"
Draco closed his Potions book with a sigh and gave Harry a pointed look.
"Don't attempt nonchalance. It doesn't suit you. You haven't turned a page in half an hour, and you have been making the 'I want to ask you a question, but I am afraid you will mock me' face. It is distracting, and I wish to complete this assignment before graduation. So, ask. I will mock you. I will answer you. You will be embarrassed. And I can return to my work.
It struck Harry as slightly surreal that Draco knew his faces well enough to have named them. But then, Draco doing his homework in Harry's dorm would have seemed surreal a year ago. Harry pulled his lip between his teeth as his curiosity battled against inevitable embarrassment. Curiosity's victory was never really in question.
"Well, you're gay, right?"
Draco managed to raise an eyebrow, roll his eyes, and glare without looking utterly ridiculous.
"Congratulations. You were apparently neither blind nor deaf this past year. Did you simply feel the need to be mocked, or does that question actually require an answer?"
Harry bit his lip and looked down at his hands, which couldn't seem to stay still in his lap.
"Well, no. I mean, that wasn't my question. It's just--well--you're gay. You're the only guy I know who is, well the only one I know well enough to ask. So--yeah--you're the only one I can ask."
Harry glanced up quickly before returning his eyes to his apparently fascinating hands to await Draco's answer. After a moment, he glanced up again to find Draco smirking.
"Harry, I am afraid mind reading is not one of my many talents."
Harry sighed and looked back down to his hands. He wished mind reading was an option. Maybe he could find a spell in the library. He considered suggesting it, but after a quick glance up at Draco, he decided that the other boy's patience probably wouldn't hold through a wild goose chase.
"I wanted to ask someone who had actually had--well--it."
"Sex?"
"Yeah," Harry mumbled, blushing. "And after last year and the whole--well--you know--"
"Yes. Blaise, myself, Creevy, his camera, and the illustrious Daily Prophet. You can trust that I have not forgotten. Do attempt to get to the point, Harry."
Harry felt the blush that had been threatening begin to creep onto his face and stared fixedly at his hands. He seriously considered dropping the whole thing, but knowing Draco's inability to let a subject drop once his interest was caught, that would probably result in more embarrassment, and possibly more public embarrassment, at that.
"You see, I was just wondering--I'm not sure how to put it. How does it work, with two guys, I mean."
Harry glanced up to catch Draco's smirk before returning to the perusal of his hands. Why had he thought this was a good idea, again? He wondered if he could convince Draco that his scar was hurting, and he needed to find Dumbledore--now.
"Harry, I realize that the photo in the Prophet didn't show much more than my bare arse, but from our positions, where exactly did you think I was putting my cock? Trust me. Your first guess was probably the right one."
Harry couldn't decide if he should be annoyed or embarrassed. He hated it when Draco was like this, deliberately misunderstanding until Harry found the most clear phrasing for his question.
"Draco, I know that."
Harry took a deep breath and looked Draco in the eye, trying to ignore the fact that his face was about to catch fire.
"I asked Hermione about it, ok, and she wasn't very descriptive. She, uh--she said that preparation is very important the first time, but, well--she didn't exactly explain what that meant."
Harry watched as comprehension dawned on Draco's face. Apparently he really hadn't known what Harry was asking. Draco turned to put his Potions book on Harry's trunk at the foot of the bed before turning to look at Harry closely. His voice sounded slightly off when he spoke.
"Harry, are you telling me that you are gay?"
"No!--I don't know, maybe. All I'm saying is that I want to know how it works, and honestly, I think you've done enough mocking at this point. Can we just skip to the answering?"
Harry watched Draco's lips tip upward slightly as he leaned forward and lifted Harry's book from his lap. After placing it beside his own, Draco turned back toward Harry and leaned against the foot-board, regarding him silently. Draco pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, and Harry licked his lips unconsciously. Draco smiled.
"How clear an explanation would you like, Harry? Is this simple curiosity, or is this something you need to know?"
Harry blushed and turned his eyes down to his fidgeting hands.
"I--um--I'm not really sure. Need? I mean, I don't need it right now or anything, but--this is just between us, right?"
"Always, Harry."
Harry felt a hand cup his chin, lifting his face and forcing his eyes to meet Draco's. Draco settled beside him, their right thighs pressed together and Draco's face a little too close.
"Look me in the eye, Harry. I want to be sure you understand everything."
Harry looked into Draco's eyes, and he already felt that there was something he was missing. Draco's gaze was almost--predatory.
"Harry, I am going to explain this as if I am preparing you, ok. It will be less confusing."
Harry wasn't sure of that. He was starting to feel pretty confused right now with Draco's right thigh pressed against his and Draco's hand brushing along his jaw to settle at the nape of his neck. Draco's eyes burned into him, and why was his spine tingling?
"Ok."
Harry watched as Draco's eyes unfocused for a moment before they snapped back to him with an intensity he didn't quite understand.
"There are so many ways I could prepare you, Harry," Draco murmured with a small smile. "I don't think I would be able to choose. The whole point is to get you relaxed and wanting me inside you, and I would use everything I know to make you beg and plead and forget to be nervous. First, when I have you laying naked in my arms, I'll tease the corner of your mouth with my lips before licking your bottom lip and sucking it into my mouth."
"Wait. I thought you were explaining about preparation. That's just kissing."
Just kissing. Harry forced his eyes back up from Draco's mouth. It was just something he'd never really done and was having described to him, in detail, by someone who's mouth was right there. Draco smiled slightly and started moving his thumb in small circles on the back of Harry's neck. Harry licked his lips and tried to ignore how dry his mouth felt.
"Harry, it's all preparation. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word--it's all leading to you being ready when I sink into you."
Harry tried not to hear those words echo in his head. Less confusing? Right.
"When you begin to relax and your tongue follows mine back into my mouth, I'll run my hand from your neck, over your collar bone, down your side, and back up to your chest. I'll tease your nipples with my fingers, brushing, pinching, scraping them with my nails. When you're whimpering and begging with your body, I'll run my hand down your chest to your stomach, running my thumb around your navel before dipping in and brushing over to your hip. I'll tease the hollow there with light strokes until you're shifting and trying to force your cock into my hand. When you finally pull out of the kiss, moaning and begging without really knowing what you are begging for, I'll urge you over onto your stomach and straddle your hips to hold them still."
Harry felt the heat pooling in his stomach, and he shifted slightly, hoping Draco wouldn't notice. He would never live it down if Draco knew he was getting off on his --not fucking confusing, of course not--explanation. Draco glanced down at the movement, and when his eyes came back to Harry's, they were more alive than Harry had ever seen them.
"Then I will lean down and lick and suck on that place at the back of your neck that you never let anyone touch while my hands massage your shoulders. As I work my way down, tracing every muscle in your back with my tongue and letting my hands explore your sides, I'll slide my hips down, pressing my hard cock into the back of your thigh, and I will tell you just how hard I am and just how much I want you. I'll move further down, kissing and licking the small of your back as I slip my hands over your arse and between your thighs to push them apart. I'll kneel between your legs and enjoy the picture of you, spread out for me. I'll run my fingers down the insides of your thighs, down your legs to your ankles where I'll massage the bones just to hear your surprised gasp when your cock twitches. Then I'll run my hands up the backs of your legs, stopping at your knees to join my fingers with my tongue. I'll enjoy showing you just how sensitive the back of your knee can be. When you start to thrust against the bed, I'll run my hands up the backs of your thighs to your hips and hold them down. Then I'll follow with my tongue, stopping to suck at the crease between your arse and your thigh. I'll bring my hands in, cupping, kneading, and then spreading your gorgeous arse. I'll watch the muscle tense a little in your confusion before I bend my head to sweep the flat of my tongue over it."
"Oh, wait. Eww!" Harry scrunched up his nose. "That just sounds disgusting."
Harry felt slightly unsettled that even with this new incredibly gross picture in his mind, he was still hard as a rock. He couldn't stop staring into those burning grey eyes, fascinated to see a bit of amusement make its way into the fire.
"Oh, you are an innocent, Harry."
Harry bit his lip and blushed. He couldn't help but think it a bit odd that he hadn't been blushing a few minutes earlier.
"Well, I've never really, you know, had a chance to do anything. I mean, I've never even kissed with tongue--Does that really feel good?"
Draco's eyes drifted to Harry's lips.
"French kissing?"
Harry licked his lips and felt the tingling in his spine return at the flash in Draco's eyes.
"No," Harry blushed, "the other thing."
Draco licked his lips and his eyes flashed hungrily as he ran his fingers up into Harry's hair from the base of his neck and leaned in to whisper, his lips brushing the other boy's ear with every syllable.
"It's like thousands of little pulses being sent to your cock and spreading out from there and coming back again. It feels like that moment right before you know nothing would stop you from coming, only it lasts and lasts for as long as I want to hold you down and fuck you with my tongue. It's so stimulating that your brain short-circuits and your body takes over and all it can do is try to get closer and take my tongue deeper. You can't control any of it, and you don't care. Your body just begs for more and more and more and the only thing that can get to your brain is that you're torn between never wanting it to end and wanting my cock in you now.
Harry moaned helplessly and was surprised to hear an answering moan in his ear.
"Oh, gods, Harry. I want to hold your hips down and dig my fingers into that gorgeous arse. I want to spread you open and cover your hole with my mouth. I want to trace every wrinkle, lap at you, suck your hole. I want to be messy and devour you. I want to feel you writhing underneath me when I push past and into your tight little hole, fucking you with my tongue, slow and lazy and sloppy while you're begging for anything, fast and hard, short thrusts with you moaning and screaming, loving the feel of you pushing up, trying to get more. So, hard, Harry, so hard from the taste of you and the sound of you crying and begging and completely gone to anything but the feeling of my tongue fucking your tight little hole."
Harry could hear the harsh pants in his ear that were mirrored by himself. Draco's voice had become low and rough and, gods he was hard. He thrust a hand against his erection, trying to calm down and felt fingers wrap around his wrist. He looked up into pleading grey eyes.
"Harry, oh, gods--please?"
At Harry's confused look, his hand was pushed away and replaced. He moaned deeply at the first stroke.
"Harry--gods, I shouldn't--"
--stroking him through his trousers, his hips rising to meet--
"I'm sorry, gods--" A sob escaped Draco's throat. "I shouldn't have started this. I'm so sorry."
Draco pulled away.
Harry grabbed his hand.
"Don't stop. Please."
Harry fell back onto the bed, pulling Draco down with him and pressing Draco's hand back to his cock. Harry saw the question in Draco's eyes before it was spoken.
"Are you sure?"
Harry pushed his hips upward and wrapped a hand behind Draco's neck to pull him closer. He spoke softly in Draco's ear.
"What would you do next?"
Harry smiled at the moan and the shudder that ran through the body on top of him and groaned when Draco's hand began to stroke him again.
"Gods, Harry. Do you have any idea--" Draco moaned, pulling back to look down as he spoke. He took a deep, shuddering breath. "I'll slick my fingers, slipping one into you, not because you need it, just because I want to explore you. I want to make it last as long as fucking possible. I'll fuck you with one finger, still devouring your hole. I don't think I could stop. You'll be writhing under me, like you are now--so fucking beautiful. Do you have any idea--so beautiful. You'll be begging me for more, for anything. I'll push another finger in, past my tongue and into you. You'll be pleading with me, spreading your legs further, telling me you're ready. I know it's true. You've been ready for ages, but I won't want it to end. I'll be afraid it's the only time. I'm afraid it's the only time."
A sob escaped Draco's mouth as Harry thrust into his hand. Harry whimpered when the hand disappeared for a moment, to reappear slipping inside the waistband of his trousers and into his pants. Draco was thrusting against his thigh, and Harry nodded at the look seeking permission.
"Keep going--Keep talking."
Draco nodded, taking another shuddering breath. His words were punctuated with moans, and his eyes roamed continually over Harry's face, as if trying to save a precious memory.
"When your begging is just gasps and moans, and I'm too hard to even tease myself anymore, I'll sit up and push into you slowly. It will take everything I have not to just bury myself inside you. When you tense at the intrusion, I'll lean down, kissing your neck and rubbing your back until you relax. When you're pushing up, trying to take more of me, I'll push further into you, whispering in your ear, telling you how beautiful you are, how tight you are, how goddamn long I've wanted this, and I'll thrust into you, finally--finally."
Harry couldn't look away from Draco's desperate, burning gaze as he felt his orgasm hit. Those eyes seemed to caress him, feeling almost too intimate as Draco moaned to him.
"That's it, Harry, yes--so beautiful, so beautiful when you come--gods, knew you would be--so beautiful--wish you could see--so beautiful--so beautiful--"
As Harry came back to himself, he was surprised to feel the damp spot on his outer thigh. He looked up to see Draco gazing down at him with a small, sad smile. He sighed as he felt Draco's fingers brushing over his forehead and into his hair.
"Draco--"
"Don't. Please don't say anything, not yet. I just--I want to enjoy this for a minute before it disappears."
Harry smiled slightly and reached up to brush his fingers along Draco's jaw. When Draco's eyes met his, he took his hand.
"Who says it has to disappear?" Harry asked softly.
Draco's gaze was questioning, slightly guarded and slightly hopeful.
"How long, Draco?"
Draco looked away, his free hand picking at the comforter.
"A long time, Harry." He swallowed. "Before we were friends, it was easy. There was nothing to hope for, and I didn't know you, not really. Lust is comparatively easy to ignore. Then, with the beginning of last year and all that happened, well, I got to know you. I kept looking for reasons not to want you, but the more time I spent with you, the more I admired you. I know you don't see it. That's part of your charm, but I can't ignore it. I told myself you were straight, and I counted myself lucky to have your friendship. When you told me--asked me--whatever. Tonight, I don't know what I thought would happen. There was something about the idea of my fantasy being in your mind, about you hearing it from me. I wanted to see you aroused. I never meant it to go so far. I'm so--"
"If you apologize for that, I'll hex you."
Harry grinned when Draco's eyes shot to his, wide and slightly confused.
"What?"
"Draco, why do you think I asked Hermione about all of this in the first place? Who do you think I was thinking about? Anyway, that was the first time anyone else has ever--uh--touched me." Harry blushed. "Add to that the fact that it was you, and--well, I'm not exactly sorry this happened. I mean, I never expected you would want me, too. I am very happy right now, so no apologizing."
Draco was grinning down at him with an amazed look on his face.
"You--you,too?"
Harry laughed.
"What happened to my articulate friend?"
"Fuck you."
Harry blushed and Draco laughed, pulling him closer.
"Harry, may I kiss you?"
Harry blushed deeper and rolled his eyes.
"Draco, you just had your hand on my cock. I don't think you have to ask."
Draco smiled and brushed his thumb across Harry's lips before leaning in for a kiss.
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