on. Naked.”

Draco started coughing, which definitely wasn’t helping; he clenched every muscle in his body to keep himself from moving.

“My bad,” Potter laughed. Oh, Merlin! He was practically shaking with laughter. Shit!

“Potter, please stop laughing,” Draco moaned, letting his forehead drop down to Potter’s.

“Hmmm, I like your voice like this. Low and husky,” Potter breathed. Draco bit back another moan, huffing when Potter sniggered.

“I hate you,” he grumbled.

“Sure you do,” Potter retorted. He gave Draco’s arse another squeeze, making him flinch. “It’s okay, you know. I didn’t last long my first time, either.”

Draco searched his eyes, but all he found there was warmth and tenderness. Merlin, Potter would definitely be the death of him.

Still nervous, but a little more reassured, he slowly started moving.

“Oh, yes,” Potter sighed, arching his back. Draco buried his face in the crook of his neck, his cock pulsing feverishly. “Ah, Draco! AH! Harder, do it harder!” Draco shivered at these words. He propped himself up on his elbows and lifted his hips, pulling almost all the way out. When he thrust back in, stars exploded in front of his eyes. This —was —just —oh! —bloody —fan —tastic! He tried to adapt to the rhythm Potter was suggesting by squeezing his arse. “Merlin, yes, yes.”

“Are you close?” Draco blurted.

“Yes,” Potter hissed in response.

“Can you hold off?”

“What?”

“I want to know what it’s like.” He pushed in deep, biting back a groan. “I want to know how it feels to have you inside me.”

“Now?” Potter spluttered.

“Yes,” Draco groaned.

It only took three more thrusts before every muscle in his body clenched.

“Oh fuck. We have to do it quickly, otherwise—”

It took everything in him not to thrust into Potter again. Slowly, he pulled out his cock and sat back on his heels.

“So…do I lie on my back now?” he asked, stupidly.

“If you want to,” Potter said, panting furiously. “I think it would be easier for you, though, if you…if you were on your hands and knees.”

“No,” Draco said promptly. “I want to see you.” It was the second time he’d said this, and, surprisingly, he didn’t feel as embarrassed about it as he thought he would have.

Potter bit his lip, his eyes darting down to his stomach. Was he seriously still worried about that? Was there a way for Draco to take his mind off of it? Strangely enough, seeing Potter so insecure only made Draco feel bolder.

“Can we stay like this?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

Without responding, Draco crawled up to him and straddled his hips.

“What?” Potter spluttered. “You want to—” He broke off when Draco purposefully rubbed his arse against his hard cock. “Merlin, Draco! You can’t ride me when this is your first time bottoming.”

“Why not?” Draco asked, curling his fingers around Potter’s wrist.

“Because—Because—”

Draco smirked as he guided Potter’s hand to his backside and leaned down to breathe against his lips. “Finger me, and then we’ll see what I can or can’t do.”

Potter made a sound that almost sounded like a sob.

e on, finger me,” he whispered into his ear. He heard Potter mumble the spell he had used to conjure up the lube in Draco’s hand, and immediately shivered in anticipation. “Oh!”

Potter’s fingers were tentative as they rubbed him. He heard Potter mumble something else before he suddenly felt a rush of magic shoot through him. Ah, right, cleansing and protection. He gasped and closed his eyes when Potter applied more pressure, sending a powerful tingle up his spine as he circled Draco’s rim.

“How does it feel?” Potter whispered, his voice raspy.

“It feels…good,” Draco breathed, furrowing his brows. “Oh!” He plunged forward, but caught himself on his elbows, when Potter finally pushed a finger inside him.

“How does it feel now?” Potter asked.

“It feels…” Draco shivered. “It feels strange.”

“Good strange?”

“I don’t know.”

Potter seemed to be waiting for Draco to adjust, to which he only snorted.

“What?” Potter said, sounding a little nervous.

“Just…move your finger or something,” Draco said.

“Okay, but…tell me if it hurts.”

It didn’t, but he was almost sure it would at some point. He willed himself to relax, but he could only concentrate on the unfamiliar sensation of Potter’s slick finger. He startled when warm lips were suddenly pressed against his collarbone. Nice diversion, Potter, he thought with a grin. The way Potter was gasping and moaning against his skin sent heat through him, and before he knew it, he found himself moving in the rhythm of Potter’s finger.

“Oh, it feels good,” he breathed.

“Can I try adding another? I think you’re ready.”

Draco nodded, inhaling sharply when Potter softly bit down on his shoulder. “Ah!”

“Tell me when it gets too much,” Potter murmured.

Draco scrunched up his eyes, trying to block out the unpleasantness. He almost told Potter to stop when he started moving his fingers, but gasped instead when his whole body jerked and started to tingle.

“Oh! Oh!”

“Fuck, Draco, you’re doing so good.”

Draco practically lunged at Potter, devouring him as though he was the air Draco needed to breathe.

“I think I’m ready,” he panted, moving his hips suggestively.

“Are you sure?” Potter moaned. “You may think—Ah!”

“I don’t care,” Draco growled. He waited until Potter slowly removed his fingers and moved to adjust himself.

“Merlin, Draco, wait,” Potter laughed. He gently pushed him out of the way to coat his cock with more lube. “Okay, whenever you’re ready,” he grinned. Draco leaned down to kiss him again, until they were both short of breath. After making sure Potter wasn’t grinning anymore, he straightened himself and lifted his hips. He wrapped his hand around Potter’s cock, realising he had to bend in an awkward way to adjust himself. He did it as gracefully as he could, holding Potter’s cock in place as he slowly tried to lower himself on it.

“Oh Merlin,” Potter groaned, letting his head fall back.

Draco winced as he felt the tip of Potter’s cock stretch him and he felt a sharp burn zing through him. It was ufortable, but the tingling on his skin and the longing, coiling in his belly, were stronger. He lowered his hips as slowly as possible, finally letting go of Potter’s cock when he had fully engulfed him. The burning sensation was back, about ten times more intense as it had been before.

“Are you okay?” Potter asked, hesitantly stroking Draco’s thigh.

“Just…give me a moment,” he croaked. He tried to concentrate on the strange but satisfying feeling of Potter filling him up. He waited until he felt safe enough to move, wiggling his hips experimentally.

“Oh,” he and Potter both exclaimed. That…wasn’t too bad. Not bad at all, actually. He did it again, only this time, Potter moved his hips as well.

“Oh wow!”

The longer he had Potter inside him, the morefortable he felt. He still wasn’t sure what exactly he was supposed to do, but he tried lifting his hips and let himself plop down again.

“Shit,” Potter spluttered, grabbing Draco’s hips. “Oh Merlin, do that again.”

Draco did, his movements bing more confident with every flip of his stomach and every thrust of Potter’s hips.

“Oh fuck! Oh yes, yes!”

Draco almost cried out when Potter’s hand curled around his cock; it only prompted Draco to move even more frantically.

“Fuck, you’re so tight! I think I’m—I’m—”

“Wait, not yet,” Draco moaned. Mere seconds later, his eyes rolled to the back of his head while his insides turned into molten lava. “Nngh!” His entire body trembled violently as he spilled all over Potter’s hand.

“Oh fuck, Draco! Draco! Draco!” Potter thrust into him one more time, pushing his hips upwards, before he writhed beneath him, his cock throbbing inside Draco. “Holy shit,” Potter groaned, tossing an arm over his eyes. His chest was heaving. Draco slowly lifted his hips to release Potter before he collapsed on top of him and buried his face in the crook of Potter’s neck. They stayed like this in silence for several minutes until Potter squirmed.

“What?” Draco asked, debating if it would be too much to kiss Potter’s neck. What the hell, he thought, and did it.

“Aren’t you going to move?” Potter sniggered.

“Hmmm…no. I don’t want to move right now.”

“Alright.” He sniggered again, wrapping his arms around him. Draco felt another rush of warmth course through him but, unlike before, it wasn’t as urgent. It was more like a pleasant buzz, vibrating through him.

“I—” Potter quietly cleared his throat. When he didn’t continue, Draco slowly lifted his head to look at him. “I can’t believe I just took your virginity.”

Draco paused. Was that…regret he was hearing in Potter’s voice? Ah, maybe not. He was smiling. But still, there was something about the way he’d said it. Wary and quiet.

“Don’t worry about it,” Draco said, a little more snappish than he had intended. “It’s not like we have to get married now, if that’s what you’re concerned about.”

“Won’t your parents—I mean, err…”

Draco let out a sigh. “I’m not obliged to keep them updated about my virginal status, Potter. Besides, I really don’t care about what my father has to say anymore.”

“Oh.” Potter sounded surprised. “And your mother?”

“She’lle around. Eventually.” Draco placed his head on Potter’s chest again, brushing his fingers against his shoulder. “I haven’t told her about the engagement yet.”

“Oh. You—You’re giving up a lot…to be here with me. Aren’t you?”

Draco pressed his lips together, feeling grateful Potter couldn’t see his face. “Yes and no,” he murmured. “A lot of the things my parents have taught me were…well, you know. I guess there’s always been this pressure, since I’m the only Malfoy heir, but…I just don’t see the point anymore. I guess mother will be disappointed, but…” He felt himself blush but suppressed the urge to hide his face behind his hands. “There are more important things.”

Potter’s hand in his hair froze, as did the rest of his body. Draco mentally slapped himself and wished he could take back those stupid words. He almost jumped when warm fingers found their way to his cheek, under his chin, gently turning his face upwards.

“You really mean that?” Potter asked. The longer Draco stared at him, the more he found himself unable to speak. So he just nodded. The smile that was plastered on Potter’s face moments after made Draco’s heart jump repeatedly, as though it was doing a happy dance. It only intensified when Potter took his face in both hands and pulled him into a soft and slow kiss. Draco couldn’t help but let out a sigh.

Even if his own sappiness made him cringe a little bit, it was true. Everything he had ever wanted was right here, holding him in his arms.

Friday, 25 July 2003

Draco looked at the clock when he heard the fireplace roar to life, a smug grin on his face. Potter was punctual. It made him feel giddy. He couldn’t help it.

“Great, you can stay right there,” he said as he entered the parlour.

“What?” Potter looked confused.

“There’s somewhere we need to go.”

“Where?” Potter asked.

“It’s a surprise,” Draco said, pushing Potter back into the firepla

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