cker, the press of his tongue firmer. Draco had no idea what the protocol was for informing your partner you were close. Very close. “Potter, wait,” he blurted, propping himself up.

Potter slowly released his cock with a pop and gave him a lazy grin. “Already?”

Draco was too far gone to give him a snappy retort. He was too busy catching his breath.

“Hey, um…” Potter began, brushing his fingers through the golden hairs around the base of Draco’s cock. “I know you wanted me to top, err, you know, last time, but…”

“But?”

“I’m kind of in the mood for…”

“For?” Draco’s pulse quickened yet again.

“Your cock.”

Draco stared at him, his mouth hanging open. “Yeah, that’s—I mean, sure, if, um, if that’s…what you want.” Sweet Merlin, if he wasn’t careful, he woulde right now, all over Potter’s face. Oh no, no, no, wrong image! WRONG IMAGE!

“Is it what you want?” Potter asked hesitantly.

Instead of answering, Draco grabbed his face and gently pulled him up into a kiss. He made a gurgling sound when Potter moaned into his mouth and pressed their hips together. Fuck, if Potter kept moving like that, the fun really would be over before it had even started!

“Is that a yes?” Potter breathed against his lips.

Draco let out a groan. “I don’t care about anything else,” he whispered. “As long as it’s you and me.”

Potter pulled back, astonishment written all over his face. Fuck. That hadn’t been what Draco had wanted to say. At least not in such a sentimental way. As always, it waspletely Potter’s fault. How was Draco’s brain supposed to work properly, given these circumstances?

His heart skipped a beat when Potter’s face slowly lit up and he bent down for another kiss, grinning like a child on Christmas morning.

Moving his hands down, Draco gripped Potter’s hips and pushed them up. He awkwardly tried to push down his pants and was only sessful when Potter helped. Merlin, now they were both naked. Without thinking twice about it, Draco rolled them over, until Potter was on his back. He swiftly sat back on his heels to appreciate the view in front of him. Sweet Salazar, Potter was captivating. Draco trailed a finger down his chest, over his stomach, until he reached his cock. Draco hadn’t even touched him yet but he was already hard.

“Okay, hold on,” Potter said, “I’m going to show you how you stretch someone properly.”

Potter slowly spread his legs, leaving Dracopletely breathless. Mesmerised, he watched as Potter started to circle his entrance with his fingers, muttering a spell under his breath.

“Wait,” Draco blurted. Potter blinked and gave him an expectant look. “I, um…I was just wondering…Is this the only way to stretch someone?”

“What do you mean?”

“Aren’t there—Aren’t there other ways, too?”

Potter raised an eyebrow. “There are. Why do I get the feeling you already have something in mind?”

“Because I do,” Draco said, his voice quivering. “I—I—” He shifted closer. “I want to, err—” He swallowed around the massive lump in his throat. Merlin, this would probably turn out to be a monumental mistake. But the thought alone had his cock throbbing. “I—I want to lick you. There.” He could practically feel the heat, radiating off his crimson cheeks.

“You—” Potter’s eyes were suddenly impossibly wide.

“I’ve had dreams about this,” Draco blurted before he could stop himself. “Merlin, please, Potter, let me do it.”

“You had dreams about rimming me?”

Ah, so that was what it was called.

“I had dreams about you doing it to me. And it felt bloody amazing. That’s how I want to make you feel.”

Draco bit his lip while Potter just kept gawking at him. In fact, he looked like a Dementor had just sucked out his soul. Great, he thought, I broke Harry Potter.

“Um…If you don’t like that—”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Potter burst out. “Of course I—” He made an incoherent sound that made Draco’s heart skip a beat. “But, um, Draco, that’s—Are you sure?”

“Yes?”

“Really?”

“No?”

“Look, you don’t have to try to impress me, I—”

“That’s not what I’m doing,” Draco said, suddenly feeling like a stubborn child. “I just —I’m not sure…how…”

“How it works?”

In spite of his embarrassment, Draco nodded.

“Well, I’d be happy to be your guinea pig.”

“My what?”

Potter laughed, shaking his head. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

Something scorching coursed through Draco as these words echoed in his mind. You can do whatever you want to me. Sweet Mother of Merlin!

“Okay, um…” Draco hated that he was so nervous. He hated that Potter was more experienced than him. But the longer he held Potter’s gaze, the more relaxed he felt. “So…in my dream, you were behind me and, err…I was…bent over.”

Potter made a gurgling sound in the back of his throat. It encouraged Draco to keep going.

“I want to see your face, though. Can we do it while you’re on your back?”

Without answering, Potter grabbed one of the bigger pillows and shoved it under the small of his back.

“Ah,” Draco said. Well, there was his answer. “But…is thatfortable for you?”

“Do I look ufortable?” Potter retorted with a lopsided smile.

“You look…” Draco let out a shuddering breath and slowly leaned forward, placing a hand on his thigh. Potter’s legs were still spread, his cock and his arse on full display. Honestly, it was the hottest thing Draco had ever laid eyes on. He felt Potter tremble when he started stroking his thigh and his stomach immediately flipped. He was making Potter tremble. Fuck. Yes, he wanted him to tremble; he wanted him to pant and moan and writhe beneath him.

Lowering his head, he started peppering Potter’s inner thigh with kisses, gently brushing his fingers against the inside of his knee. He noticed with great satisfaction that Potter’s breathing was bing more shallow the nearer he moved to his cock. When he reached his groin, he decided to be a bit more experimental.

“Merlin,” Potter exclaimed as Draco pressed the flat of his tongue against it and licked his way upwards. His cheek brushed against Potter’s cock and the little black hairs nestled around it. He tried to think of all the things Potter had teased him with, a smirk forming on his face. He pursed his lips and gently blew on the tip of Potter’s cock. “Ah!” Potter’s hips jerked, and Draco took the opportunity of Potter being distracted to settle himself properly between his legs. He felt his pulse hammering against his collarbone as he stared at Potter’s arse. What if he did something wrong? What if Potter didn’t like it? He desperately tried to think what he would enjoy if the roles were reversed. Tentatively, he leaned forward and started mouthing at Potter’s balls. “Oh, shit!”

Okay, apparently that hadn’t been too bad. He gently sucked on one of them, until Potter was squirming so much, Draco slung his arm around his thigh to keep him in place.

“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” Potter panted. Draco grinned in satisfaction. Still, he couldn’t shake the nervousness crashing down on him as he kissed Potter’s cheeks, slowly but surely moving towards his cleft. “Wait,” Potter suddenly breathed. Draco stiffened. He lifted his head and searched Potter’s face; he was flushed and murmuring something under his breath. “Cleansing and protection charms,” he said after a moment. Oh, thank Merlin! So Draco hadn’t done anything wrong. Yet.

He awkwardly resumed kissing Potter’s cheeks and hesitantly brought a finger to his cleft. Slowly, he dragged his fingertip along the length and shivered when Potter let out a deep moan. He wanted to hear it again. Gripped by determination, he slowly leaned forward and replaced his finger with his tongue.

“Fuck,” Potter almost yelled. Draco did it again, pressing the flat of his tongue against Potter’s rim. But what now? Draco thought hard, until he decided to move his tongue like he did when he was eating ice cream. That couldn’t be too wrong, right? “Oh fuck, Draco!”

Draco’s cock twitched at hearing his name in such a breathy way. It made him bolder, prompted him to twist his tongue this way and that before he closed his mouth around the puckered skin and started to suck.

“AH! Draco,” Potter exclaimed.

Draco marveled at the sensation of Potter’s rim fluttering beneath his tongue. He used the tip to draw circles around it, eliciting all kinds of filthy and delicious sounds from Potter, which, in return, had his cock throbbing and leaking.

“Merlin, Draco, please,” Potter groaned, “use your tongue or you fingers, I don’t care, but please—”

Wait…what?

“You—” Draco pulled back, suddenly realising how lightheaded he was. Salazar, he should havee up for air sooner. “You—You want me to push my tongue inside you?”

“Or your fingers, I don’t care, I just need—Ah!”

Draco dove back in, his cock responding to every flutter of Potter’s rim. This was more rewarding than he had thought. He resumed drawing circles with his tongue, until Potter let out such a desperate moan, Draco thought he was going to implode. But, fuck, he had no idea what he was doing. Heart pounding in his chest, he tentatively tried to push the tip of his tongue against Potter’s entrance.

“Fuck, yes,” Potter groaned, and Draco immediately felt his rim loosen up. He wasted no time to push his tongue further in, marvelling at the sounds Potter made. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Never in a million years would Draco have thought he would basically fuck Harry Potter with his mouth. Fuck, this was exciting!

“Draco, do it now, fuck me!”

Sweet Mother of Merlin!

“Draco!”

Draco pulled back, trying to focus his blurry eyes on Potter’s face. Merlin, the way he was looking at him sent a violent wave of desire through him.

e here,” Potter said huskily, motioning for him toe closer. Draco obliged, sliding forward on his knees until their thighs were touching. “Hold out your hand.” Draco did and flinched when he suddenly felt something cold and wet in his hands. “Lube,” Potter said.

Oh Merlin, this was it, wasn’t it?

e on, Draco, I want your cock inside me. Now!”

Draco let out a shuddering breath before he wrapped his hand around his cock and coated it with lube.

“Ah.” Potter let out another moan as he spread his legs wider. This was so much better than Draco had imagined. Slowly, he bent down his cock and rubbed the tip against Potter’s entrance. “Merlin, yes! Yes!”

“Oh fuck!” Draco squeezed his eyes shut as he slowly pushed his cock inside. He paused halfway through, his head swimming. “Are you okay?” he asked, shooting Potter a worried look.

“I will be when I can feel your balls against my arse.”

Without warning, Potter grabbed both his forearms and pulled him down into a kiss, consequently pulling Draco’s cock deeper inside.

“Yes,” he hissed, his hands flying down to Draco’s arse to push him deeper still.

“Oh!” Draco tried to hold still. This was bloody embarrassing. If he wasn’t careful, he woulde any second.

“Do you need a moment?” Potter murmured against his lips. His tone was teasing. Draco scowled at him. “That’s okay,” Potter said, brushing their lips together. “Think about…I don’t know…Parkins

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