Chapter Four

   Harry picked a film they'd both seen, an old spy one that had plenty of action as well as a good bit of humour, something easy to have on whilst they made a picnic on Draco's bed with their cartons of food. Draco had naturally steered them to his side of the room, and after how they'd slept there the night before Harry felt it was right. It felt like their space now somehow.

Harry only half concentrated on his food, as he was far more interested in the way that Draco's side was pressed to his, the way their hands kept brushing together as they reached into the boxes with their chopsticks. Draco had lovely long fingers, and Harry was quite mesmerised by them.

Once they'd slowed down and seemed to have had their fill of dinner, Harry chucked the boxes back in the takeout bag and placed it outside in the corridor to take down to the trash later. He didn't really want their room smelling anymore of soy sauce than it was already. The mess cleared, he then snuggled back down on the bed with Draco wrapped up in his arms.

It really became quite impossible to focus on the movie then.

Draco was so solid and warm against him, and his soft blond hair tickled slightly under Harry's chin. He was breathing calmly in and out, and Harry was circling his fingers slowly against the bare skin of Draco's arms.

Draco snuggled in a bit closer, and tilted his head up to glance at Harry with those big silvery eyes, gracing Harry with a little, happy smile.

That was pretty much all it took to get Harry going. He leaned down, encouraging Draco to stretch up, and their lips met in a sweet, chaste kiss. But it didn't stop there, and soon Harry was slipping down further onto the bed, his hands eagerly slipping through Draco's silky hair as the kiss carried on, gaining fervour.

The iPad was rescued just in time as it started to slip off the bed, and Harry hastily dropped it onto the bedside cabinet, closing the movie down and throwing some mood music on. As much as he'd been turned on by kissing Draco last night, this content, sober and happy version of him was even better. He was glad he'd put a stop to their making out before, but now, he had absolutely no hesitations.

He eased his hands under Draco's t-shirt, sliding his fingers across his lithe form. He may have been slim, but he was reasonably toned as well and Harry groaned as the muscles stretched and flexed at his touch. "Oh," Harry whispered almost inaudibly as Draco took charge and pulled the top over his head, allowing Harry access to so much lovely pale skin. But Draco wasn't done, evident as he tugged at Harry's own t-shirt, and, laughing, Harry soon took the hint and relieved himself of it as quick as he could.

He was able to enjoy a brief moment of contact as Draco pulled him back down again for a fierce kiss, but their undulating bodies demanded more, so within a minute the scrabble at their belts began, and soon enough their jeans were kicked off, and all that was left was boxers.

Harry slowed things down then, turning so Draco and he were side by side, enjoying touching every inch of skin that he could with hungry hands. "You're so beautiful," he mumbled, carding his fingers through the hair he knew he'd never get enough of. Draco blushed on top of already delectable flush, and Harry began kissing a trail along his damp neck, letting Draco squirm and pant against him is the most incredible way. "Have you done this before?"

He rose slightly to look Draco in the eye and watched him take a few breaths, his hands stroking Harry's back. "Sort of," he said. "Not like this though, in a bed." He bit his lip and a look of worry flashed across his face, so Harry kissed it off.

"Do you want to?" he asked, really hoping that he did but absolutely willing to back down if Draco had even the slightest hesitation. But Draco nodded hurriedly, pulling Harry back to him with a hint of desperation.

"Yes," he all but whimpered. "Yes, please Harry. Please."

Harry paused again to simply kiss for a bit, slipping his hand between Draco's legs after a little while to palm the hard-on straining against his boxers, causing Draco to splutter and moan into Harry's neck. "What do you want?" Harry whispered tenderly. "Do you want to go all the way (and he cringed at the clichéd term, but he wanted to be utterly clear) or we could just frot, or-"

"Harry," Draco interrupted pleadingly. "I want...I want you to fuck me. Properly."

Harry's breath hitched as he let Draco caress his lovely long fingers anxiously through his own hair, not nearly as soft as Draco's he knew, but Draco seemed to be quite fond of it.

Harry nodded. "Have you done it before?" he asked, wanting to know how to best handle the situation. He wanted this to be incredible, for both of them.

Again, Draco nodded, but hesitantly. "Not like this though, we didn't really know what we were doing, and it wasn't..." He struggled for the right word as his cupped Harry's face and rubbed his thumb gently along his cheekbone. "It wasn't this nice."

Harry leaned in for another kiss, his blood pumping so loud and hard he felt dizzy. "Oh baby," he murmured. "I'll make it so nice, if that's what you want?"

"Yes, please," Draco gasped, and Harry needed no further encouragement. He wriggled against the bed, getting them below the comforter as his hands simultaneously found their way under the elastic band of Draco's underwear, slipping it over his cock and Draco kicked his legs and got rid of them entirely. Harry made as speedy work of his own boxers, before he realised he was getting ahead of himself slightly.

"Hold on," he murmured with a kiss, half getting out of bed to reach into his own drawer for lube and a condom. Draco reached up to kiss him as he pumped some slippery gel onto his fingers, then moved properly back under the covers. "Sorry," apologised. "This might be a little cold."

Draco hissed and grinned as he wrapped his hand around his dick and began gliding it up and down at a leisurely pace. Draco moaned into Harry's mouth, jerking his hips harder into his hand, looking absolutely delicious.

But he'd said he wanted proper sex, so Harry urged him to flip onto his stomach, which he did immediately, pillowing his head on his arms, looking back at Harry with such trust it made Harry's heart stutter.

He snuggled up to Draco's side, fresh lube on his fingers, and slipped his hand under the covers to search for the space between his cheeks, wasting no time in finding his tight and puckered hole, coaxing it with tender, circular motions. Draco let out a guttural noise into his arms and Harry trailed reassuring kisses along his neck and jaw. "Is this okay?" he asked, tentatively probing with his middle finger.

"So good," Draco gasped, pushing up as Harry breached him, easing his finger up to the knuckle then slowly back out again.

Draco was keening and panting, his eyes closed as Harry pleasured him, and he could feel his own cock throbbing and leaking at the sight of it. He hadn't so much touched himself so far, and he figured that was probably for the best as he guessed he wasn't going to last long once Draco was actually ready to take him.

"Holy fuck," Draco was whispering. "So good Harry, yes, ungh!"

Once he was relaxing into the motion, Harry pressed a second finger against his entrance. "Okay?" he asked, and Draco nodded immediately.

Harry had had quite a few partners over the last couple of years, and he could honestly say he enjoyed both sides of fucking. But there was something precious and salivating about taking the time to prepare your partner, about watching as they writhed at your touch. He'd never been with someone he cared for as much as Draco though, someone as cautious and inexperienced, and he could hardly contain his feelings of joy and privilege as he worked his fingers, opening him up, stroking the inside of him and making him mewl like a kitten.

He checked again before adding a third finger, and Draco could barely grunt his approval he was so undone. Harry knew it would be better if he took the time with three fingers though, so despite his desperately painful arousal, he patiently kept working Draco, kissing up and down his face, whispering how good he was and beautiful and perfect.

When he was ready, Harry slowed. "I'm going to use my cock now," he said, giving the smallest of pulses with his hand so Draco understood in his heady state exactly where Harry wanted to put his cock. "We can do it like this, it might be easier, or you could turn over so we're facing each other-"

"Facing," Draco uttered. "Want to see you, want, Harry want you..."

Harry gently eased his fingers out and fetched the condom to roll it down his dick, hot and heavy in his hand, then coat it with even more lube. Draco turned lethargically over, and Harry encouraged his legs up as high as they could go, wrapping around Harry's waist.

He positioned himself at Draco's entrance, but paused to kiss his lips affectionately, having been deprived of them for however many minutes. "Tell me if you need to stop," he said, his eyes searching Draco's half-lidded ones as he began to push. "Tell me if anything's not okay."

Draco nodded as he moaned, trying his best to relax as Harry pushed as slowly as he could, but it was hard not to cry out, praying the walls weren't too thin, but Draco felt so unbelievably hot and tight and perfect it was like he was wailing without any guidance from his brain. "Fuck, Draco," he hissed, gasping for air. "Jesus, God you're so amazing, you feel-" A spasm of pure pleasure wracked his body, and he had to stop a second. "Perfect, so fucking perfect."

"I want you Harry," Draco babbled. "Keep going, it's good, don't stop."

Gradually Harry pushed as far as he could go, then stilled for a moment for Draco to get used to him. He kissed him, feeling the sweat dripping down from his body onto Draco's, like their bodies were melting together.

Draco bucked his hips and moaned. "You can move," he rasped. "Please Harry, I want it."

So Harry withdrew slowly, then eased back in, watching enraptured as Draco grit his teeth and sobbed in pleasure, his fingers digging into Harry's arms.

"It's okay baby," he assured him, his voice raw with desire. "I've got you, it's okay."

"Don't stop," Draco repeated. "Don't stop, please."

Harry slowly brought up the pace, and Draco's hands moved to his back, drawing him in closer to kiss him passionately. Harry was bracing himself with his hands either side of Draco, but he wasn't going to last much longer and decided he could balance on just one for the final stretch. So he snuck his hand between their gyrating bodies and grabbed hold of Draco's weeping erection, not even needing to move it that much as Draco buckled and cried out. "Come for me Draco," Harry managed to gasp.

Thick, hot spurts shot between them as Draco's orgasm hit, and Harry slammed into him only a few more times before his own climax reached. Shuddering, he thrust a couple more times, before falling bonelessly down on top of Draco, seizing him weakly into a sticky, desperate hug. "Fuck," Harry breathed, still not able to really see straight. "Fuck, that was incredible. Fuck." He regained some of his senses and eased gently out of Draco, both of them wincing as their overly sensitive parts rubbed together. "Are you okay?" Harry asked as his euphoria abated. "Was it okay?"

Draco laughed, a slightly hysterical edge to it. "Harry, you moron," he chided, pulling him back down into another kiss. "That was possibly the best moment of my entire life."

He was grinning drunkenly, and Harry couldn't help but mirror it back, his ecstasy infectious. "Yeah," he agreed. "That was pretty damn great."

Draco shifted and grimaced. "I'm such a mess," he complained with a laugh, and Harry couldn't help but agree.

"Come on," he said, encouraging him to join him as he rose out of bed, ignoring the pitiful whimpers of protest he got in return. "Come on," he said firmly. "Let's clean up and get comfy."

Draco stumbled slightly as he got to his feet, but Harry caught him, and despite Draco being slightly taller helped guide him into their bathroom. He allowed Harry to wipe him down with a damp washcloth, sat on the toilet seat as Harry then cleaned himself, then let Harry lead him back into their room. "Are you always this useless after sex?" Harry teased him good-naturedly as he fished out t-shirts and boxers for them both to wear.

Draco smirked. "Don't know," he said. "We'll need to have more sex."

Harry rewarded him with a slap on the ass and a tender kiss on the lips. "Enough of your sass," he said.

But Draco, rumpled and drowsy as he was, was on a roll. "You like my sass."

"I like your ass," Harry countered.

Draco chuckled and rubbed his eyes. "That too."

He made to move back into his bed, but Harry grabbed his hand. "We can wash those sheets tomorrow," he said. "What the point of having two beds if we don't sleep in the dry one?"

He pulled Draco down and spooned him with his entire body, still trembling slightly with the aftershocks of their pleasure. "That sounds like a pretty good arrangement to me," Draco mumbled sleepily.

"Me too," Harry said, brushing blond hair back and kissing the side of his neck. "Goodnight Draco."

"Goodnight Harry."

The End

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