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Draco felt like he was about to lose his mind.
First, Harry apologised, to him . Then he talked about how he did not feel like he was enough for someone like him, and Draco did not dare speculate what that actually meant. And as if that was not enough, he kissed him? In the corridor. Out in the open. Pushed him right up against the wall and just smacked his lips against his and Draco thought for a second that he must still be sleeping because what in the world is going on?
Harry Potter. Willingly making out with a known Death Eater in the middle of Hogwarts?
For better or worse, Weasley interrupted them before it could go any further. Draco was still unsure if it was a curse or blessing. On one hand, he guessed it was for the best that it was just Weasley that found them and not someone else, but on the other hand he wondered how far Harry would be willing to go if his friend never showed up, the thought alone made him shiver.
And what was the deal with the wall sconce exploding? Apparently that was also Harry’s doing, but why? What was the reason? Draco never saw him actually cast anything, but having uncontrolled magic at their age was pretty unheard off. Even under pressure it was usually pretty hard to set off spells on their own.
They just made it to class in time when the last chime rang and took one of the empty seats together in the back. Draco really tried to focus on the class despite it being history, the most boring of classes, really. He just needed to distract himself from the fact that he could still feel the tingling on his lips from when he kissed Potter, and said man is currently sitting next to him.
It would help a lot if it wasn’t for the fact that he felt Harry’s hand on his thigh. His face completely unbothered, chin resting in his hand as his eyes followed the text in the book the professor was reading. Trying to ignore the heat radiating from the palm on his thigh was hard, especially when he felt the fingers moving every now and then.
Did he himself tease Harry like this at once point? Yes, but that doesn’t mean he was allowed to do it back like this!
He felt the hand slowly moving higher, he quickly put his own hand over it to stop it. Who knows how far Potter were willing to go. After that public display in the corridor where literally anyone could have found them? Draco would not take any risks.
When he caught Harry’s hand, the other turned to look at him, raising his eyebrows. “Everything okay?” he whispered. “Fine.” Draco muttered, trying to not show him how bothered he actually was. “Do you want me to stop? I can stop,” Harry whispered again, his eyes darting to their hands.
Draco should say ‘yes’, he really should. But he didn’t.
“It’s fine. Just… Not too far,” he mumbled, feeling a blush creep onto his face against his will, unable to look at Harry as he responded.
To his surprise, Harry removed his hand and instead grabbed Draco’s hand in his, entwining the fingers lazily. “Got it. Just tell me if you want me to stop,” he smiled at him. Smiled . At Draco. “That goes for the other stuff too, like in the corridor. Just so you know,” Harry added, making Draco blush harder. He had almost forgotten about the kiss, his mind too focused on the hands but here he was, reminding him again.
Trying to act nonchalant, he rolled his eyes, “Yes, yes, I got it,”
After class, Draco definitely felt too embarrassed to be seen holding hands or clinging to Potter, so kept to clutching the strap of his bag and pretending like he didn’t notice Potter looking at him oddly. Dinner in the Great Hall they were, thankfully, separated and the walk back was quick. He barely gave him a ‘hello’ or ‘goodbye’ as he walked past him in the hallway.
He quickly ran to his dorm and buried his face in the pillow, letting out a scream of frustration. It made him feel a little better.
“Uhm… Do you want to be left alone?” James stood awkwardly by the door with his bag. Draco cleared his throat and sat back up again, “No. I’m fine now,”
With slow steps and eyes locked on Draco, James entered the room, walking over to his own bed.
“Did something happen? I thought you two were fine now?”
“Who? Me? Yeah, I’m fine. Splendid.”
James was clearly not convinced, and Draco could see how he contemplated whether he should ask about it or not.
In all honesty, Draco really wanted to talk to someone about it that is not Harry, but it felt kind of wrong to spill with his own son. Allegedly.
“So, Draco,” Blaise walked in looking smug, clearly having heard something. “I heard from a Ronald Weasley that you and Potter were eating each other's faces before class, is that true?” he grinned amused. The urge to tell someone about what happened and to keep it all to himself and not tell a soul felt almost agonising, he was losing an internal battle.
“Don’t blame it on me, he started it,” Draco replied, trying to sound nonchalant. His friend grinned at him, taking a seat on the bed opposite, “So tell me about it? What happened? I know you want to,” Draco hated how right he was.
He retold Blaise the story about what happened, giving just enough detail to not make himself seem crazy, definitely leaving out all his thought of panic and how he was afraid he almost got hard from Potter having a hand on his thigh. Not even that close to anything, it was just there .
“Ooh Potter, Potter, Potter,” Blaise sighed, clearly amused, “I knew he had a hidden freak somewhere,”
“Blaise, euw! Don’t say that!” James finally chimed in to protest, clearly he has some boundaries he did not want to cross regarding his parents. “What? It’s true,” “But I don’t want to hear that, that’s disgusting,” James grimaced. “Very happy for you, however, just rather you not get into details while I’m here,” he turned to Draco who tried to hide a blush forming. “There are no explicit details to give, nothing major happened,” he rolled his eyes, clearly that was a lie and felt very major to him. He just liked to pretend it was not.
“So are you two like, officially a couple now?” Blaise asked, still very amused by this whole ordeal. Draco felt his face heat up even more at the question. They had never talked about it, and he did not dare assume anything. Are they? Should they be? How do you know you’re in a relationship? Does he have to ask? But he didn’t want to ask, that felt weird. If anyone, Harry should ask.
“I don’t know…” Draco grumbled, mind still going in circles.
“Do you want me to lock you two in a classroom together so you can get freaky?” Blaise smirked, earning him a pillow to the head. “Stop talking about them like that, that is gross!” James complained again. Draco wasn’t sure if he felt amused or horrified by the situation.
“No thank you, Blaise. I rather not get shagged over a desk if I can help it,” Draco replied, watching the mixture of shock and disgust on James’ face. “You two are so gross!”
“Oh please, you never talk sex with your mates?” Blaise countered. “Of course I do, but not with my father! ” He pointed both his arms towards Draco on the other bed. Blaise was clearly very amused by this, grinning brightly. “No offence, Draco. Very thankful and all that, but I just really don’t need to hear about that,”
“No offence taken. I rather you don’t know as well,”
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Draco woke up the next day feeling exhausted. He felt like he didn’t get a wink of sleep, his dreams kept him up all night.
And he fully blamed Potter for it.
Was he new to having wet dreams? Definitely not, he’s a teenage boy for Merlin’s sake, but it was new to him that they went on for so long and so many different kinds of dreams. He felt frustrated when he woke up and felt his pants soiled and the way it was half dried, he felt disgusting.
The only positive note about not getting any sleep was that he woke up before everyone else, meaning he had more than enough time to get in the shower and get properly clean without anyone giving him nasty comments about it.
Standing under the hot shower, he closed his eyes, letting the stream wash over him and heat up his body in the winter cold. He washed his face and scrubbed his body thoroughly, taking his time when he knew no one else were waiting for the shower.
Lathering up his body again, he reached his hand lower, wrapping it lightly around his prick. He hasn’t done this properly in a while, but the dreams still kept haunting his thoughts.
He tugged lightly, moving his hand up and down to get himself hard. Closing his eyes, he let his forearm lean against the shower wall, letting the water spray down his back. His hand kept moving but it never felt enough, he tried thinking back of his dreams, what were they actually about? It was hard remembering any details.
If he and Harry were to… ever do anything, how would that even go? Draco has never properly thought about this before, it had never been a concern of his of how anything would work because sex was pretty straight forward, right? Except it was not when both of you are guys. Who would do what? What goes where? How does one even decide anything like that?
He felt embarrassed just thinking about it. Why is he standing in the shower with his semi-hard prick in hand and thinking about whether he should get fucked or do the fucking? The thought of having to stick his private parts into someone else never interested him. At first, he just assumed because he never found any girls sexually attractive, it took a while for him to realise that maybe girls were the issue.
Draco wasn’t even really sure how sex between men really worked. In theory, yes, he had even stolen some of Pansy’s magazines at times if something piqued his interest, but he has never done anything.
Unsure, he lathered up fingers and reached behind himself, he knew that he would need to stretch if anything were to go inside him, but he felt a little scared. He had never really touched himself like this before, but he had learned some spells about this kind of thing before. It was a weird sensation, mumbling the spell and feeling the effects of it.
He dragged his middle finger over the puckered hole, feeling unsure if he dared go further. Applying light pressure, he shifted his hips and spread his legs a little further, hoping it would help him a little. Very gently, he pushed the tip of his finger inside, letting out a whine as he did. It felt odd, like it was intruding. Should he really be doing this?
Pushing himself further, he slowly inserted more and more of his finger, reaching his knuckle. It feels odd . Trying to work a second finger in made him think about how something else would ever fit in there! The sudden thought of Potter, no, Harry , being inside of him made his body heat up in a full body blush, he felt ashamed to think such thoughts but when the second fingers slid inside he realised that maybe the thought of it wasn’t that bad?
It was tight, and he was a little scared to move his fingers, only moving them back ad forth slowly. He had read that he should spread his fingers, scissoring them, to help stretch, but the thought of it made him feel too embarrassed to so such a thing to himself. He let the fingers slide in and out of him, hitching up a leg to reach easier and he hated to admit that he actually got fully hard.
His previous attempt of stroking himself to hardness felt futile in comparison to how he was leaking right now, untouched. He squinted his eyes closed, the hot water spraying down his back as he moved his fingers, he felt like he was close.
The images from his dreams kept flashing in his face, the was Harry moved on top of him, was this how it felt? To have him inside? No. Stop thinking such inappropriate thoughts! He tried scolding himself, he knew it was wrong to think about someone else like that, but he couldn’t help it. He was so close– He sped up his fingers, the movements became irregular as he tried to reach his orgasm, he felt it building and building and–
“ Harry –”
Draco felt his whole body shake, legs trembling and gave in under him, making him fall to his knees, panting to catch his breath.
What the hell was that , he thought to himself.
He had had some nice climaxes before in his life, but they never quite hit him as hard as this.
He watched shamefully as the fluids washed down the drain, suddenly feeling very embarrassed about what he had just done. He gave himself another minute on the shower floor, making sure he regained his strength in his legs before standing up and drying himself off.
He told himself he shall never admit to anyone what just happened. He is taking this to the grave.
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He knew he would see Harry in the common room. It was to be expected, but the moment Potter locked eyes and smiled at him he felt himself blush and the memories of the shower came flooding back. There was no way he could properly face him after this, it was humiliating!
“Did you guys do something?” Scorpius suddenly asked, looking between the two men. “What? No? What would we possibly have done?” Draco scoffed, face still rosy. “You know… Something clearly happened, but for my own sake I will not pry,” Scorpius eyes followed them as he walked past, trying to figure out what was going on.
Before Draco noticed, Harry had walked up to him, chuckling amused as he watched Scorpius and Draco glare at each other in a half-playful manner.
“I can’t tell if their intuition is a good or bad thing,” Harry joked. “Everything okay?” he asked, turning to Draco. “I’m fine, Potter,” he sighed, fixing his sleeves. “Back to ‘Potter’ now again, am I?” he half joked, Draco was still unsure what he actually felt about it. Was ‘Potter’ suddenly a bad thing? But calling him ‘Harry’ all the time felt too… intimate .
‘Harry–’ , his mind supplied. The embarrassing moments of Draco alone in the shower where he accidentally moaned the other’s name as he came. Draco shook his head violently, trying to get rid of the images.
“Everything okay?” Potter asked, looking at him with concern. “Everything is fine, just gonna go and look over today’s homework before class. I’ll see you later,” Draco hurried off back to his dorm again.
Why could he never be in the same room as him? Whenever he felt embarrassed or shy, he always ran away. It was always easier to avoid the problems than confront them.
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Harry definitely noticed that Draco was acting weird around him, but he can’t figure out why? He still managed to kiss him every now and then, but it was mostly a simple peck on the cheek. Whenever he leaned in, Draco would turn his head in the last second and he smacked his lips against his cheek instead.
Did he not want it? If he didn’t want him to kiss him, he should say something?
Friday after classes, most of their friends decided to head out to Hogsmeade, but when he noticed that Draco decided to stay back in the castle he quickly changed his mind, telling his friends he didn’t really feel like going out today. Ron grinned at him, knowing fully well why he decided to stay back, “Okay, I’ll get you those Sugar Quills for you, mate,” he winked. “Anything you want us to bring back?” Hermione asked, putting on her mittens. “No it’s fine. Keep an eye on the kids if you can though, I don’t fully trust them to not wreak havoc,” Harry eyes the kids standing around, pretending to not hear him.
“I rather stay back too, actually,” Scorpius admitted. Last time they went he didn’t have a good time, and he was actually kind of scared to go back out there, knowing what he knows now. “Then I’ll also stay, then,” Al shrugged, slumping back down in the sofa. “So you guys are just gonna leave me alone then?” James argued, “Oh no, I know the perfect place for us to go,” Blaise slung his arm over James’ shoulders and dragged him away. “Auntie Pansy promised to get me a new scarf, so,” Lissa shrugged, already dressed and ready to leave.
“You sure you don’t want to go?” Harry turned to Scorpius and Al in front of the fire. “We’re sure. And don’t worry, we won’t disturb you or Father,” he rolled his eyes dramatically. “I never said that,” Harry muttered.
“Oh well, we’re leaving! You know how to reach us if there’s anything,” Ron waved as he left with his girlfriend, the others leaving soon after.
Harry looked around the almost empty common room after Draco, only for him to be nowhere to be found.
“He’s probably in our dorm,” Al said from the couch, not even look up at him as he spoke. “Oh I didn’t–” “Yes you did,” He didn’t even bother argue, he just made his way towards the dorm Al shared with Draco.
Knocking on the door gently, he peeked his head inside, finding Draco on his bed with a book in his lap.
“Am I disturbing?”
The blond put his book down, placing the bookmark between the paged but didn’t close the book yet, “No, it’s fine. Do you want something?”
“Mind if I hang out with you for a while? Everyone else went to Hogsmeade so…” Harry shrugged. “You didn’t join them?” He shook his head, “Didn’t feel like it today,”
The way Draco looked at him made him feel scrutinized, had he done something wrong? Did he not want him here?
“I can leave if you want me to,” Harry pointed to the door behind himself, secretly hoping that Draco would say no.
“No, it’s fine,” He scooted over on his bed, putting his scattered books away. Harry felt awkward as he sat down next to him, twiddling his thumbs like an idiot while Draco kept reading his book.
“What are you reading?” Draco laughed at him, “That is the best you could come up with to start a conversation?” Closing his book, he turned to look at Harry amused. “What else was I supposed to say?” Harry argued, feeling like he got put on the spot. “Clearly you’re here for a reason, why don’t you start with that?” He put his book away on the bedside table before turning back to Harry, this time definitely putting him on the spot.
“I don’t wanna be weird about it,” he mumbled. “Too late, you’re already weird. Now what is it?” Harry tried to glare at him, but it was hard to stay mad with the way he looked back at him, seeing a genuinely amused smile on Draco’s face directed at him always made his heart beat faster and he kinda hated but loved it.
Gathering his courage, he asked, “Have I done something?” The other just blinked at him, clearly waiting for him to elaborate. “I feel like we kind of reached a good point, and instead of going forward we’re slowly going back and I wondered if I did something? I’ve thought about it and I can’t really tell. Have I been too pushy? Do you need me to like, back off for a while?” With his heart on his sleeve, he heard Draco let out a big sigh, leaning back against the headboard.
“No, you haven’t. I fear that is entirely on me, actually,” Draco admitted. “How so?”
It took a while before Draco said something, and for once Harry didn’t feel like the silence was heavy, it felt calm.
“I got scared,” Draco whispered, eyes focusing on everything that wasn’t Harry.
“Scared? Of what?” Harry tried to keep his voice gentle. He could not for the life of him figure out what Draco had to be scared of?
“Screwing up? That this was a mistake? That you’re just playing along because you have nothing better to do? I don’t know,”
“I thought I was pretty clear about my intentions?”
“You were. I’m just prone to overthink. What’s to say you haven’t just been pulling a prank on me all this time?” Draco chuckled but it held no amusement, it sounded sad.
“I think I know how you feel. In a way,” Harry whispered back. It’s true that he has had similar thoughts before, so he kind of understands where he’s coming from. “Hearing from the children that we—“ he didn’t need to say the words out loud for Draco to understand what he meant, “It did not sound real. To me, it did not make sense. Or so I thought! The more I thought about it, the more I became open to the idea. It made me see you in a different light. Far from what I ever expected, to be honest,” he finally turned his head to look at Draco. The other man was staring back at him, listening closely to him talk.
“There have definitely been times when I contemplated whether this was a good idea or not, but in the end I realised that even if it wasn’t, I’d prefer it,” he shrugged. “Why?” Draco whispered, his head leaning against his pulled up knees, looking up at Harry sitting next to him.
Harry took a moment to just look at the other, it was rare he got an opportunity to properly see him. Often times he would make a face, or look away, sometimes even walk away if he caught Harry staring. But now? Now he was looking back at him with such a gentle expression, looking so vulnerable in a way he rarely saw and it made his heart skip a beat.
“Because I realised that even if we’re fighting, or arguing, I actually feel happier with you than without,” Harry replied without thinking, watching Draco’s pale cheeks slowly grow pink. “Too sappy?” Harry grinned, trying to ease the awkward tension in the air. “A little,” Draco mumbled, looking away. “I’ll try and dial it back then,” Harry laughed, mentally scolding himself and making notes.
“No need to, I like it,”
Harry almost swore he felt like I was stuck in a romcom and a cheesy confession scene with the way he was looking at Draco and felt his heart skip an extra beat. Would it be bad to kiss him right now? He has been avoiding his kisses for a while now so maybe he dislikes them? He really shouldn’t—
Harry leaned in slowly, placing a gentle hand on Draco’s jaw and waited to see if he would pull away — he didn’t. Feeling the way Draco’s nose nudged his gently gave him enough courage to press his lips against the other’s. It was a soft kiss, just lips moving against each other, there was no rush to it.
Harry’s hand gently cradled his nape, Draco’s hand reached out and placed it on Harry’s wrist, he just felt a need to touch him in some way.
Harry’s lips were a little chapped, but still soft. It was nothing more than lips against lips, some light tugging or a brush of teeth against his lower lip, but Harry never took it further. Draco was almost about to take the next step when he felt the other’s body shift. He let himself be moved along with him as Harry gently laid him down on the bed, letting Draco rest on his back with Harry on top of him. It made his heart speed up because what did this mean?
Before he had time to figure out what Harry’s intentions were, the lips pulled away from his and he felt Harry’s nose run along his jaw, placing gentle kisses in his wake, making him shiver. He had no idea he was even sensitive there?
Harry had one leg between his and Draco was scared to move in case he touched something inappropriate. The whole toe-flirting in the window a while back was easy because that was all it was, flirting and teasing, this? This felt too close to being real and he was a little scared.
Draco was panting lightly, heart beating fast as he watched Harry, he’s lips travelled down his neck, stopping just by his collar. He locked eyes with Draco as he looked up, he whispered something but he did not hear it.
He repeated himself, “Is this okay?” Draco nodded. He watched Harry’s index finger reach for the top button on his collar, “Can I…” The rest of the question remained silent, but Draco knew what he meant. Not really trusting his own voice right now, he nodded again, watching as Harry ran his finger down the row of buttons, making them open up one by one.
“How–” Draco spoke without thinking, feeling a little amazed by Harry’s show of wandless magic but also a little excited by the feeling of his magic over himself, he definitely had a strong aura.
“Neat trick, right?” Harry grinned up at him, “I learned if when I got too tired of buttoning every single one of these buttons twice every day, I feel like this is much easier,” Before Draco even had time to respond, Harry leaned down and caught his lips again, this time he was a little more aggressive. His teeth tugging on his bottom lip and his hands running over his clothed body, up to expose his shoulders. The unbuttoned shirt made it easy for him to slip it off, exposing his pale skin.
Harry’s lips moved down his neck, leaving kisses as he went, down to his collarbones and out his shoulders. Draco felt himself shuddering, heart beating almost too fast and he was blushing furiously, it almost felt too much.
With weak hands, he pushed against Harry’s shoulders, trying to get his attention and make him stop kissing his body for just a second.
“Everything okay? Do you want me to stop?” Harry panted, looking down at him with such innocence, lips already red. Draco had a hard time facing him, he felt exposed. How would one even tell him that he did not want to be the only one half naked in bed right now without sounding like a creep? He didn’t want to make it sound like something else, unsure what Harry’s thoughts were.
Shaking his head he tried to find the words, “You should, too,” he mumbled, still not looking at him. “I should what too?” Harry repeated confused. He felt Harry’s hands still running over his body, one hand caressing his waist and up his ribs, it made him shiver. “Just take it off too!” Draco tugged on Harry’s tie, almost making him fall over him. Thankfully, his reflexes were quick enough that he caught himself just in time, one hand next to Draco’s head and his face so close to his.
They stared at each other, Draco in embarrassment and Harry in shock.
“Just take it off before I strangle you with this,” Draco tugged on his tie again, causing Harry to chuckle before sitting back up. “You know, there’s no need to get so aggressive about it,” Draco watched Harry’s fingers fumble with his tie and Oh why is him taking off his tie suddenly so hot, it’s just a tie?
He threw the red tie aside and Draco watched how his shirt unbuttoned itself in a second, the action alone made him shudder. “This okay?” Harry asked, shirt still on but wide open, just like his. Draco tried to find the words, any words really, but his brain was too focused on watching the exposed body on top of him. He knew that Harry was fit, a decent build after everything, but to actually see it? And his tanned skin against the white shirt– he gasped.
Seeing Harry’s smirking face above him made Draco immediately school his expression again.
“Oh no no, don’t stop on my account. Keep going,” Harry teased, slowly leaning back down to kiss him again before he could protest again. He felt a knee push between his legs and he let out a gasp at the touch, feeling Harry stick his tongue between his lips.
Draco tried to keep his sounds quiet as Harry moved against him, but the way his knee was pressed up against his slowly hardening prick made him silently beg for more contact. He shifted his hips slightly, not wanting Harry to actually realise what he was doing, it would be too embarrassed to be caught in the act like that.
He barely had time to shift before Harry pulled back, panting down at him with swollen lips, “Do you want to…” he left the question hanging again. Draco knew what he meant, he did. He just wished that Harry would say it out right so he knew for sure, because what if he’s wrong and make a fool of himself for assuming?
Draco nodded slowly.
“Draco, you’ll need to use your words sometime,” Harry chuckled, “And I would really prefer it if you did so now, a verbal confirmation would probably make me feel more at ease,” He almost looked nervous. Draco tried to gather his courage, he felt really embarrassed and exposed and honestly just wished that Harry would ask him and he could just say ‘yes’.
Swallowing once before he spoke, “When you say if I want to… Do you mean like…” He felt too shy to actually say the words. Why was this so hard?! It’s not like he has thought about this before? He has literally been fingering his own arse thinking about this, why can’t he just say it?! His face grew even hotter and he couldn’t even look Harry in the face.
“I want to do it with you. If you’ll let me.”
Shocked, Draco looked up at the other man, watching his determined but clearly red face as he stared back at him. “How would we– I mean, do you know how–” Draco stuttered. They have never talked about this, how will they even figure out who will do what? Draco don’t want to– … stick his prick in Harry . That’s just weird. The opposite, on the other hand…
“I’ve read some. Looked it up. I think we’ll be fine, yeah?”
Draco could tell that Harry tried to act more confident than he really was, but somehow that helped.
“Okay…” Draco agreed, feeling nervous. “How do you want me…?
“This should be fine, let me just–” Draco watched as Harry’s hands fiddled with his belt and he had to cover his face in embarrassment as Harry slowly pulled his trousers off his legs. He was still wearing his open shirt and pants, but he felt so incredibly exposed already. “Just tell me if you want me to stop, yeah?” Harry said, looking a little nervous. Draco nodded, “So you get to be fully clothes again whilst I lie almost fully exposed? How is this fair?” Draco complained half-heartedly, making Harry laugh.
“I’ll get to it, relax,” he chuckled. The blond watched as Harry one handedly unbuckled his belt and pulled the zip down. His pants were strained against his prick, and Draco watched the bulge with interest.
Why was Harry one handedly unbuckling his belt and exposing his semi so attractive? It shouldn’t be. Yet, here they are and Draco had a hard time catching his breath.
Harry scooted down a little on the bed, sitting between Draco’s thighs.
“Just so you know, if this is really bad, just know it’s my first time doing any of this, okay?”
Harry’s confession actually made Draco feel more calm. Knowing that this was all new to him as well didn’t put as much pressure on himself.
“If this is really bad, don’t be surprised if I kick you in the head and drag you out of my room,” Draco replied, he felt like going back to joking and being a little mean helped him relax, it didn’t feel as serious and helped ease the tension a little, thankfully Harry seemed to not take it to heart and just chuckled. “Got it.”
Draco wasn’t sure what Harry would do next, but he watched his movements closely, holding his breath. He leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on his sternum, which made him shudder and let out a sigh. Harry’s hands caressed his sides, running up and down slowly, it helped him calm down. Lips travelling down his body, he arched into the touch, wanting to feel more.
When Harry’s lips reached the band of his pants he stopped, looking up at Draco to seek confirmation. With a shy nod, he half covered his face with his hand as he watched Harry slowly pull his pants off, letting his half-hard prick spring free.
He heard Harry gasp and he was too embarrassed to look. With an arm over his eyes he tried to close his legs to no avail, Harry’s hands kept them spread.
“ Hah –” His own loud gasp pulled him out of his thoughts, he felt Harry’s hand wrapped around his prick, tugging lightly. He did not dare look. “Is this okay?” Harry suddenly asked, almost forcing him to look at him. “Mmh,” he mumbled in response. One of Harry’s hands reached up to remove his arm from his eyes, making him look. “Do you want me to close the curtains? It’ll be dark then,” Harry asked, his voice surprisingly gentle. “N-no. It’s fine,” he muttered, looking away. Staring at the door he was suddenly filled with a sense of dread, Did they lock it?
Harry must have noticed because the next second he heard the lock turn and when he looked back at Harry he had a satisfied grin on his face. “You like my wandless magic, don’t you?” he teased. “Oh please,” Draco rolled his eyes, trying to act nonchalant, even if he was pretty sure that Harry could have felt the way he twitched as he noticed the door lock.
“I’m not really sure how to do this on someone else to be honest…” Harry suddenly admitted, looking embarrassed with a light dust of pink on his cheeks. “Just do it like you do it yourself,” Draco found himself trying to reassure the other, it was an odd exchange all in all.
Harry tried again, squeezing his hand a little tighter around Draco’s prick and pulling slowly, pressing the pad of his thumb against the slit and using his palm against the head every now and then. Draco bit the bottom of his lip to try and not make any more embarrassing sounds, but before he could even reach a climax, Harry had let go. His hand had moved further down, spreading his legs a little wider.
Draco felt the pad of a finger against his puckered hole and he gasped. Were they about to do it?
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” Harry told him for the nth time tonight. Another wordless spell and he felt Harry’s fingers get wet, running his finger over his hole a couple of times, teasing the rim. “I’ll put one in…” he whispered, slowly pushing inside the tight hole. Draco gasped, he had only done this to himself a couple of times before, but his fingers were definitely slimmer than Harry’s.
The finger pumped in and out of him slowly, trying to get him used to the feeling. Another one slowly pushed inside, it was a little tight and it made him whine. Harry immediately slowed down, ready to pull his finger out before Draco stopped him, telling him it was okay and to keep going.
Harry’s two fingers pumped and stretched his hole, but he knew it wasn’t ready yet. Draco were still too tight and when he added a third, you could definitely tell how tight he still was.
Draco grimaced as he pushed the third finger inside, trying to focus on anything else as he got used to the feeling. “Should I take them out?” Harry asked full of concern, Draco shook his head. “No, keep going. It’s fine,”
Harry was gentle, moving oh so slowly . His eyes darted between Draco’s face and where his fingers were connected to him, looking for any signs he should stop. Draco’s face soon went from pain to pleasure as Harry’s fingers moved inside of him, the tiniest sounds coming from him which made him want more.
Harry pulled his fingers back out, much to Draco’s displeasure. He watched as Harry removed his own shirt fully, stripping out of his trousers as he did, throwing them to the side. His eyes were locked on his straining bulge as Harry let his hard prick spring free, and Draco gasped. Loud .
The look Harry gave him, that cocky smirk– Oh, how Draco just wanted to smack it right off his face. Who gave him the right to have a perfect body and such a perfect cock? It was big, kind of intimidating, but it looked of so delicious and way better than he ever imagined.
Harry crawled back between Draco’s thighs with his cock standing proud, smug face to fit.
“There’s no way that will actually fit, are you insane?” Draco could not take it eyes of it. His body betrayed him as his own prick twitch in the anticipation. “You sure?” Harry grinned, pressing the exposed head against his newly prepped hole. “Would be a shame not to at least try, no?” Harry leaned down to nuzzle his neck again, placing gentle kissed against his neck and jaw, up to his ear, making him shudder. He couldn’t help the way his legs automatically spread a little wider, clearly welcoming the other.
“Do you think it’ll fit?” Draco whispered, sounding a little scared. “Do you want to try?” Harry’s lips moved right by his ear, he was so close. “Here, let me help you,” He leaned back just a smidge, helping Draco remove his shirt full this time, leaving them both in the nude.
Harry’s face was so close to his, noses nudging, “If it hurts too much, or you change your mind, just let me know, okay?” He nodded, wrapping his arm around Harry’s shoulders as he felt him press inside. Draco whined, the stretch was much wider than before and it was uncomfortable.
“You’re doing so good,” Harry whispered encouragements. The moment the head popped inside, he stopped, letting Draco get accustomed to it before he moved. Draco was panting, breathing deeply as he tried to make his body relax. “No rush,” Harry comforted him again, kissing his jaw.
“You can move…” Draco whispered, wrapping his arms a little tighter around the other’s shoulders, feeling him slowly push more of his length inside.
“ AH –” He let out a moan and Harry froze. “Why’d you stop?” he panted, feeling a little annoyed. “Sorry, I thought I hurt you,” Harry mumbled, embarrassed, slowly starting to move again.
When Harry stopped again, Draco asked, “Was that all?” Panting, it was a lot and he felt so full. He felt Harry shake his head in the crook of his shoulder, “Not yet,” “There’s more?! How much more can you even have? Just get it done with already,” Draco complained. He felt like he had been lying here for a while now, just trying to get used to Harry’s size before they even began… shagging . He still blushed at the thought of the word.
“Do you want me to just push it in?” Harry asked, blinking down at him. “Yes! Just get it done with so we can–... you know ,” he looked away, too embarrassed to say the word out loud to him.
Harry was still staring down at him, his hips rocking slightly but not enough to give any proper friction. “Okay then,” he whispered and before Draco could prepare himself, he felt Harry slam his hips against him bottoming out. “ AH –” Draco let out a loud moan, his legs twitching and nails subconsciously scraping against Harry’s back as he did. “ Ah– Fuck– ”, Draco moaned, unable to stop himself.
He did not expect it to feel like that, he was so full. It was a lot more to take than he thought, and the pounding feeling he felt around his hole was a mixture of pleasure and pain. How can he even be this deep? he kept asking himself.
“I’ll give you a moment,” Harry whispered, kissing his cheek. “Do you feel okay?” Draco was panting still, unable to form any proper words right now. “You feel really good,” Harry nuzzled his neck again, making him shiver. “So tight,” he grunted, slowly moving his hips again, making Draco let out an embarrassing whine.
Harry moved so he could look down at Draco, hands on each side of his face with Draco’s still wrapped around his shoulders. For every move of his hips he watched Draco’s face closely, trying to read him. What did he like, what didn’t he like? Was there anything he preferred over the other?
His hips picked up pace and they slowly found a rhythm.
“Stop holding back,” Harry panted. “I’m not–” it came out as a gasp. “I want to hear you,”
Draco felt too embarrassed. Making such sounds was embarrassing, how could he do that without feeling humiliated?
“Please? Fuck, Draco,” Harry grunted, grinding into him, panting in his ear. “I can tell you’re holding back,”
Draco opened his mouth to protest again, but just as did, Harry smacked his lips against him, pushing his tongue inside. Draco could not stop the moan escaping, with the way Harry bucked his hips into him and the way he was kissing him.
Their kissing was messy, way too much tongue and teeth, but it felt good in an odd way. With Harry kissing him like this it made it hard to keep his sounds down, moan after moan escaped as he fucked into him, clearly pleased with himself.
“Just like that, you sound amazing,” Harry grinned as he pulled back, a string of saliva still connecting their lips. “Come on, Draco,” he groaned, leaning back he grabbed Draco by his hips, pushing him back to meet his hips as he fucked him.
“ Ah –” Draco quickly slammed a hand over his mouth. Why does he feel so embarrassed to make sounds? He literally has Harry’s whole cock inside of him, yet uttering a single moan is what makes him feel embarrassed?
Oh my god, I got Harry’s cock inside me.
The thought alone made Draco spiral, it hadn’t really hit him until now. He has dreamt about this too many times, and every single time in his dreams he was a moaning, sobbing mess, so what was stopping him?
“ Mmh ”, he moaned, feeling incredibly embarrassed. Why did it feel so forced? “Harry, I can’t– AH– Ah ah ah OH– Fuck– fuckfuckfuck AH– ” Before he could complain, Harry started pounding into him. Harder, more rough, more aggressive. It made his toes curl and he wrapped his legs around the other. His hands grasping the sheets in need to hold onto something.
“ FUCK –” his voice cracked. Harry’s hips didn’t stop as leaned over him, wrapping his arms around Draco’s body. It barely took a second for Draco to hold onto him, his fingers clutching onto his back desperately. Harry’s hips kept piston against him, chasing both their orgasms.
“ Oh my god, oh my god– Ah– ” Draco was moaning and panting heavily, nails clearly leaving marks on the other’s body but he did not care. He felt so close, so so close–
“Fuck, Draco I’m close–” Harry grunted, face buried in the crook of Draco’s neck, teeth dragging over his skin. “Come–” Draco moaned, his toes curled and he felt his legs start to shake. Harry’s hips started pounding harder, hitting right on his– “ AAAH –” Eyes rolled back and legs spasming, Draco came with a loud moan, spilling onto both himself and Harry. The other’s hips kept moving, and with a groan and a hard kiss, he spilled inside Draco. It was an odd sensation, feeling himself get filled up like this.
Post climax had them both panting and gasping for air, Harry’s heavy body on top of Draco’s. Bodies wet and sticky with both sweat and cum.
Draco tried to nudge him off, “You’re heavy…” he mumbled, the other only shook once but did not move. “Gimme a sec,” he mumbled.
They don’t know how long it took, but they both woke up to the sound of a knock on the door.
Both men looked at each other with bleary eyes, barely awake. The sudden naked state and dried cum on both of them made them immediately wake up.
Oh shit, we fell asleep.
Draco pushed Harry off of his bed, making the other fall off with a loud thud.
“Everything okay in there? You’ve been in there for hours now?” They heard a muffled voice from the other side.
“Everything’s fine!” Harry shouted back, earning him a pillow to the head and made him fall over again. “Ouch! What was that for?” he hissed at Draco, rubbing the back of his head. “Why would you respond?! This is my dorm, now they will think something weird happened!” Draco hissed back, clearly embarrassed. “And you don’t think them seeing me walk out of here would have the same effect?!” Harry quickly gathered his scattered clothes and threw them on a little haphazardly.
“Just get dressed and go!”
“Oh, so now you want me to go,” Harry rolled his eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Draco narrowed his eyes at him. “Nothing! Just that for the past I-don’t-know-how-many-hours you had no problem with me being here with you,” Harry shrugged sarcastically.
Draco stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out what he actually meant.
“So you’re saying you just came here to shag me and then go, is that it?” Draco hated how it felt like he was choking up, how he almost felt hurt .
“What? No! Where did you even get that from?” Harry looked at him with a confused expression. “Because you made it sound like it!” He argued, putting up his wall of defence again. He pulled his covers closer over his body to cover himself.
Harry took a deep breath, “I don’t want to argue, Draco. I’m sorry if anything I said came across like that, I was just joking. In all honesty, if it were up to me I rather spend the night here, but I know you prefer it if I leave so,” he shrugged, picking up his tie. Draco watched him aggressively tying it around his neck. “I’ll leave then,” he sighed.
“You never asked me what I wanted,” Draco mumbled from his bed, legs tucked up in the way he often did. “What?” Harry turned around. “Nothing, see you around, Potter,” Draco sighed, pretending to fluff up his pillows.
In the corner of his eye, Draco watched how Harry just stood there by the door, ready to leave.
“Do you want me to stay, Draco?”
His hands stopped. Was he that obvious? He glanced over at Harry once, not saying a word. “I’ll stay if you ask me to stay,” Harry said and Draco felt the odd sensation in his stomach again. It was like a mixture of butterflies and a heavy lump, afraid to say or do the wrong thing but also wanting it.
Harry’s hand turned the knob and Draco panicked, “Would you–” Harry froze. “Would you like to stay?” Draco felt his face heat up more and more the longer Harry just stared at him, not saying a word. “I would, actually.”
Draco watched as Harry slowly walked back. He lifted the end of his covers for Harry to get under. “Hand me my pants, too,” he said, pointing to the discarded pants Harry threw away earlier. “I’m not letting you do any funny business,” Draco half-joked as he snatched them back from Harry’s hand, putting them on under the covers. “Also, I’m pretty sure that is my tie,” Harry looked down his body and, just like he said, there was a green tie around his neck.
“I was in a hurry,” Harry joked, untying it with one hand again and Draco almost looked away.