Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven, @ 2007-08-08 20:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | hp fic better than revenge, hp fic draco/harry |
HP fic: Better Than Revenge, ch. 34: The Bedroom [Harry/Draco, adult]
Title: Better Than Revenge
chapter 34, "The Bedroom"
Author: celandineb
Fandom: HP
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: adult
Warnings: explicit sex including brief rimming
Summary: With the Dark Mark gone at last, Draco has a chance to do something he has wanted for years.
There was something exhilarating about playing Quidditch with Harry, instead of against him. Ginny was an excellent player, Draco admitted privately, and Ron was not as bad as Draco had formerly made him out to be, but there was a joy to playing with Harry, tossing the Quaffle between them as easily as if each knew somehow just where the other would be – Draco nearly forgot the pain he had already endured that day, and would face again later, as he exulted in the game.
He smiled at Harry as they walked back to the house behind Hermione, and managed to put himself between Harry and Ginny at the dining table. There he could eat without being asked to talk much; the two Weasley children spoke with their father, while Molly Weasley monopolized first Harry and then Hermione in conversation. Draco was quite content, listening to Harry say that Draco had given him useful information in the past fortnight – Draco presumed he meant identifying R.A.B. as Regulus Black, although that did not seem terribly vital – and that he wasn't planning to return to Hogwarts in September. Good. The thought of staying alone in the old Black house made Draco feel odd, even if he did have a kind of a claim to it. He would far rather that Harry be there.
Once the meal was over, Harry asked Draco if he was ready to let Hermione try again. He dreaded it, but he especially shied from having Ron or Ginny see how badly it hurt him. When he hinted at that, though, Harry suggested asking Ginny to search for possible dissolving potions. "We haven't had any luck yet, but maybe she'll find something useful."
"I think not," Draco muttered under his breath. It seemed impossible that the Weasley household would have even a recipe for such a potent potion, when their search of the Black library had yielded only a handful of likely candidates. But it would serve to keep Ginny busy, and perhaps Ron too, and that was good enough; so when Harry asked what he had said, "Draco replied smoothly, "I was thinking that they've all done such a lot for you, and even helped me, for your sake. Perhaps I might give them something."
He had learned that from his father, that help should be rewarded, to encourage the person to continue. "Since Kreacher brought me my chest, I have a fair bit of money. Do you suppose they'd like tickets for a Quidditch match, Ron and Ginny and Hermione as well? I know Ron follows the Cannons." He couldn't keep his lip from curling slightly as he said that; Weasley would support the worst team in the league.
Harry thought it was a good idea, but insisted that he should not take a ticket if Draco wasn't going to go too.
In fact, Draco would have liked to attend a Quidditch match, especially a Cannons-Puddlemere one. It would be amusing to see Ron cheering for the losing team; he rather suspected that Ginny had better taste. But it would be too dangerous. Even if the Mark were gone, he would be too easily recognized by any Death Eater to go about in public safely. Instead he would send Molly and Arthur Weasley along, neatly discharging any obligation he might have to them as well.
Once Ginny, and more reluctantly Ron, had agreed to see if they could discover any suitable dissolving potion recipes, Hermione led Draco and Harry back to the oak tree they had worked under that morning and put a surprising suggestion before them.
"There might be a way to remove the Mark faster. I had to look up the details just now, but it wouldn't have been proper to have tried it this morning when Ron or Ginny might have seen, anyhow." Hermione was blushing, something Draco had never thought to see.
"What is it you want to try?" Harry sounded puzzled.
"There's a way to enhance a spell's effects by casting it through another witch or wizard, drawing on their magic to amplify it. But there has to be a very strong emotional connection..." she trailed off.
Draco thought he understood what she was hinting at. "You mean we have to be in love."
Hermione turned even pinker, and he realized there was more to it.
"Or do you mean we have to have had sex?" He wouldn't put it past her to have found a spell that did indeed enhance the effect of another, but that would simultaneously assuage her own curiosity.
"If it works, it will make the Mark disappear as much as five or even ten times as fast," Hermione said, not quite meeting his eyes.
That was the question: if it would work.
"Will I feel what Draco feels?" asked Harry.
"Not if it's done properly. You'll act as a focus for the spell, concentrating it and enhancing its intensity, but it won't actually affect you," Hermione explained. She had Harry move so that he could touch Draco's arm with one hand while she cast the Permutatio through the other.
Before she could begin, though, Draco had to be certain that it wouldn't injure Harry. The Unbreakable Vow was not something he wanted to chance breaking; if Hermione was doing the spell-casting, but on Draco's behalf, could it be construed as Draco himself doing Harry harm if something went wrong? He asked Hermione if there was any risk.
"It might not work at all. And there's perhaps one chance in fifteen that there will be a kind of backwash, so that Harry would feel the same pain you do, Draco, but it can't harm him, because the spell's not being directed at him. The worst is that it could hurt a bit."
Draco glared at her. "It would hurt a lot."
"I'm willing to risk it," Harry insisted. "The pain doesn't worry me."
He touched Draco's arm once more, and gave Hermione his other hand, fixing his gaze on the Mark as Hermione commanded, "Permutatio!"
The spell felt different from when Hermione had cast it earlier. No less painful, but Draco hadn't expected that. No more painful either, which he had half-anticipated since more of the Mark was disappearing. Harry's finger moved slightly, and the black lines where it touched simply vanished.
"It's working," said Draco, disbelieving. He wondered briefly whether his father had ever seriously considered trying to remove his own Mark, in those years when Voldemort had seemed to be gone for good; and wondered, too, how Lucius Malfoy would react to learning that his son had in fact done so. Thoughts of his father were interrupted by the realization that Harry's touch was having a very strong effect on other parts of his body besides the Mark on his arm.
"It is, look." Hermione's voice was excited.
"Didn't you think it would?" Harry inquired.
"Well, I wasn't sure if you two were really..." She blushed again.
"We really are," Harry said, sounding as uncomfortable as Draco felt, with his cock throbbing insistently against the confining fabric of his trousers.
It did distract from the agony of the Mark's removal, Draco assured himself, even if it was somewhat embarrassing to be this hard in front of Granger. Still, it could have been the Weasel or his sister, which would have been far worse. So when Hermione asked if he wanted to continue, Draco told her yes.
Repeating the spell only made it worse. Since he couldn't hold Harry's hand any more, Draco clenched the fingers of his right hand around his knee, and tried to think of the least arousing things he could imagine to keep from leaping on Harry right there. He could tell that Harry was having more or less the same reaction – even without the telltale bulge at his groin, his lips were parted and his eyes glazed over as his breath came in shallow pants. Draco couldn't tell if Hermione knew what was happening, or if she felt anything herself. He watched the last of the Mark disappearing from his arm, and let out a moan, not sure if it from was the physical pain, or the knowledge that he had now irrevocably broken away from his father's allegiance, or the fire of arousal that was burning through his veins.
"Are you all right?" Hermione asked.
He was shaking so hard he could only nod, and to his relief Harry asked Hermione to leave them alone for a bit. She warned them again to be discreet, and that she would expect them inside in fifteen minutes, and then, mercifully, she was gone.
"You felt it too," said Harry, his eyes dilated.
"I did. It's all I can do not to shag you right here... or have you shag me," Draco told him, not caring whether that admission might show his weakness. Harry gasped at his words. Oh, yes, Draco was not the only desperate one here.
"Tonight." Harry made the word sound like a promise.
Which way Harry meant, Draco didn't care. "Tonight," he agreed. "Merlin, yes."
That was hours off yet, though, and he – they! – were going to have to go back inside the Burrow, where the others were waiting, first. Not what Draco wanted to do. He wasn't even sure he could stand up and walk just now. Judging from Harry's disgruntled expression, he felt much the same. Draco took a deep breath.
"Think of – " Inspiration struck. "Think of Filch and Pince together."
"Eugh." Harry grimaced. "That's revolting."
"Exactly," grinned Draco. "I mean you could think of cold showers instead, but I bet my idea works better."
He stood up with a certain amount of effort and looked at his arm, running his fingers across the unmarked pale skin. It was hard to believe it really was gone, that Voldemort could no longer issue that painful summons. That he had broken his ties of loyalty to nearly everything he had ever valued, including, almost certainly, his own family. Draco shivered despite the warmth of the sun as they walked across the garden.
"Are you all right?" Harry's voice was solicitous.
"I'm fine," said Draco sharply. He didn't want to talk about it, not here. Then he glanced at Harry and added by way of conciliation, "I'd just rather be going home." Which was no lie; he was astonished, though, to realize that by "home" he had meant the Black house, with Harry, as much as Malfoy Manor.
Equally astonishing, the two Weasleys had managed to locate several possible potions to try, although Harry had to tell them that all but one were the same as those he and Draco had already found. But the one remaining had possibilities, Draco thought, reading it over Hermione and Ginny's shoulders.
"I wish I could ask Professor Snape about this," he remarked absently, pointing to the list of ingredients, which included three ounces of powdered root of sea-holly. "It's usually added to slow down a potion's progress, and yet the notes at the beginning describe this formula as exceptionally fast-acting."
Ron made a rude noise. "Ask that old git anything? Especially after what he did to Professor Dumbledore? I wouldn't trust him for a second."
Looking over at Harry, Draco saw him nodding agreement, but Hermione frowned.
"He's a true master at Potions, Ron, far better than Professor Slughorn."
"You're not seriously suggesting we try to contact Snape?" Ron sounded incredulous.
"No. If Draco is concerned about the sea-holly root, I expect that we can research it ourselves and find out. Or we could owl Professor Slughorn. He would know. His approach is rather old-fashioned and not that rigorous, but that doesn't mean he's not competent," Hermione said.
"It's not that important, I'm sure," said Draco. "I was just curious."
"How could you ask Snape, anyway?" interjected Ginny.
"An owl could probably find him. I know where his family home is; he might or might not be living there, but it would be a place to begin." Draco was too startled by Ginny's question not to answer honestly. "I'd be careful in writing the letter though, in case he were elsewhere. If one of the other Death Eaters saw it and traced the reply owl, that could be very bad for all of us."
"You seem to have given this a good deal of thought." Ron leaned over the scuffed wood of the table. "Have you been planning to contact Snape all along?"
"Ron!" said Hermione and Harry simultaneously, even as Draco tensed.
"You know perfectly well why Draco isn't going to do anything that would be dangerous to Harry." Hermione glanced towards Ginny, who, Draco realized, had probably never been told about his Unbreakable Vow.
"And anyway, I trust him," said Harry firmly.
Ron still looked unconvinced, and Ginny confused, so Draco decided to speak. He was the one who had made the Vow, after all, and if he didn't want to keep it secret from her, that was his decision.
"I can't do anything that would hurt Harry," Draco said, watching as Ginny's eyes widened. She probably had guessed just from that, but he continued. "I made an Unbreakable Vow last week. Hermione sealed the spell, and Ron was a witness; I swore that I would be loyal to Harry and do whatever I could to help him. So unless Ron thinks that Hermione made a mistake in casting the spell," Draco threw Ron a look of disgust, "he knows perfectly well that I couldn't owl Snape if it would put Harry in any danger."
"But you could if you thought it would help him," Ron argued. "And you might be mistaken."
Draco sighed. "I do think it would be useful to ask him about possible potions, but I'm quite well aware that it would also be very dangerous. Only an idiot could not realize that. So I'd have to talk to Harry about it first, if I did plan to send Professor Snape any message."
"I'd rather keep that possibility in reserve for now," said Harry. "I mean, we've done rather well on our own so far. We have found one of the Horcruxes, the one Dumbledore thought he had located but was mistaken about. And Hermione's found a way to get rid of the Dark Mark."
"It wasn't just me," Hermione said fairly. "You and Draco came up with the Permutatio spell first, even if I cast it."
None of the three of them mentioned the trick of enhancement that Hermione had used that afternoon, Draco noted. Well, there really was no need. He certainly didn't care to share his reaction to it with either Weasley.
"Anyhow," Hermione went on, "this potion looks as if it's worth considering. It isn't too complicated to brew, and the only somewhat unusual ingredient is doxy hair, which shouldn't be hard to find if you go to Diagon Alley tomorrow, Harry."
"There's some in Fred and George's old room," volunteered Ginny unexpectedly. "Under Fred's bed; he left a lot of bits and pieces behind. I think it was an ingredient in the Puking Pastilles."
"D'you think he'd mind if I used it?" asked Harry.
"I shouldn't think so; if he'd wanted it, he's had plenty of time to fetch it since they moved out," Ginny said.
"It would be great to be able to begin tonight," said Harry, pulling the book towards himself and running his finger down the printed paragraphs. "There's several times in the process when it has to rest for hours, so I'd rather get it started quickly. In fact, we should probably leave soon. There are several other potions we're working on, and some of them need to be tended."
Predictably, Ron protested at Harry's departure, but Ginny was half-hearted in supporting his objections and Hermione flushed faintly and said nothing. Harry would not be swayed, though he did go off to find the elder Weasleys and thank them, leaving Draco standing somewhat awkwardly until Harry came back.
"Do keep watch on your arm," Hermione told him. "Just in case we missed something. If it starts to itch or ache or feel odd in any way, let me know as quickly as possible. Since no one, as far as we've heard, has ever removed the Dark Mark before, there's no way to know what the possible side effects or reactions might be."
Although Draco was certain he would be fine, he promised as Hermione asked, lest she keep nagging him about it. Finally Harry came back, grinning.
"You might have something to look forward to next weekend, all of you," he said, and winked at Draco, who felt momentarily annoyed that Harry should have spoiled his surprise before he'd even arranged it. He supposed, however, that it was for the best; the Weasleys were doubtless on the over-protective side, and some advance notice necessary. When Harry said, "Ready, Draco?" he nodded and went with Harry to the fireplace, ready to Floo back.
"It's good to be home," said Harry, sounding a bit surprised by his own statement as he brushed ash and soot from his clothes.
Home. Draco mouthed the word. To think of Grimmauld Place as home – he could see why that might be strange for Harry, though it was his home. For Draco himself... well, Harry's presence made it home in a peculiar way, as he had realized earlier, but suddenly Draco missed Malfoy Manor, and his family, dreadfully. He took a deep breath, about to speak, when he was cut off by a shrill voice.
"Master Harry!" Dobby squeaked. "Dobby is making roast beef and pudding for Master Harry and Master Draco, but he is not expecting them home until later. Dobby is very sorry that the food is not being ready until six o'clock."
Draco glanced automatically at the ornate clock on the mantelpiece, which said a quarter past four.
"That's perfectly all right, Dobby," said Harry. "We need to take a look at the potions downstairs anyhow. I'm sure we'll manage to pass the time until you have supper ready, so don't rush."
"Thank you, Master Harry, you is too kind to Dobby. Dobby must hurry back to the kitchen now or the food will burn." The house-elf bowed until his nose nearly touched the floor. Draco was sure his ridiculous pile of hats would fall off, but somehow they stayed on Dobby's head as he straightened and disappeared into the hallway.
"Now," Harry said with a little tremor in his voice, "we probably should check those potions first."
"And second?" Draco prompted.
Harry's cheeks were flushed. "Second... well, it's nearly two hours till dinner, and the potions can't take long. So, um..."
Draco touched Harry's shoulder. "Yes. As soon as we've done what's necessary"
They couldn't be too hasty with the brewing potions, but by mutual unspoken agreement they did not start work on the recipe that Ginny and Ron had found; there would be time for that later tonight, or perhaps tomorrow. Before five o'clock they were upstairs in their room, Harry looking nervously at Draco as he untied his trainers.
"We don't have to do this," Draco pointed out. "Either way."
"I know." Harry's fingers fumbled at his trouser zip. "But I want to, really. I'm just not... you know." He had gone bright red again.
"You haven't done this, yeah." Draco swallowed. "Good thing I have, isn't it?" He tried to keep his tone light, not to sound condescending – that would put a quick end to any plans for tonight, he was sure.
He stripped his clothes off quickly, folding them to hang over the back of the chair, and was about to climb onto the bed when he realized. "Oh, blast."
"What is it?" Harry had for some reason left his socks on till the end, and paused in the midst of peeling the first off.
"No lube." Draco picked up the bottle of cucumber lotion that was sitting by the bed and poured a bit into his palm. "This will do, if it's all we can find, but something a bit more slippery would be better. Bath oil's too scented usually or I'd suggest that."
"I, er... hang on," said Harry, crossing the room and bending down to rummage through a drawer. He looked odd in just his socks, but the position gave Draco a lovely view of his arse, and the thought that his cock might be inside that tight hole later brought it to full attention.
"Seamus gave me this last Christmas; I think he meant it as a joke, but..." Harry's voice was sheepish as he handed Draco a half-empty bottle. "I've used it some."
Draco flipped open the cap and sniffed. "Melon, ew. But it's much better than the lotion for this," he said, dabbing one fingertip in the gooey gel. He closed it and patted the mattress beside himself. "Come here."
Harry took off his socks at last, then crawled up next to Draco and lay leaning on one elbow. "Put these down, would you?" he asked as he handed his glasses to Draco, who had the nightstand on his side. "Um." His face had gone bright red. "We never talked yet about who, er, who..."
"Would top and who would bottom?" Draco asked as matter-of-factly as he could manage.
"Yeah."
"Do you have a preference?"
"Well, since I've never done this at all, it's pretty hard to know which to prefer," Harry said. "How about you?"
"Not really. I mean, topping is relatively straightforward... if you've been wanking and expecting that you'd eventually have sex with a girl," Draco didn't much want to remind Harry of Ginny, but there wasn't another way to explain it that he could think of offhand, "then topping would probably feel more comfortable. But being the bottom can be a lot of fun too; not everyone enjoys it, I guess, but I did. Not that I've done either one all that much. You know it's not easy to find a time and place at Hogwarts that's private enough, some teacher is bound to happen along at the wrong moment."
"Or a prefect," Harry agreed. He looked thoughtful. "I think... I think I'd like to have you be top, this time, since you know more of what you're doing. I'd be afraid I might hurt you."
"Aren't you worried that I'll hurt you?"
Harry shook his head. "I trust you. Besides," a smile flickered across his face, "doesn't that Vow you took mean you can't hurt me?"
"I don't know if it works quite like that," Draco said, surprised. "Merlin knows I don't want to hurt you, and if it should I'd stop, but I think you'd have to let me know." He took a breath. "Now that we have that discussion out of the way, though..."
He reached for Harry, who gave him another smile and moved closer until they were pressed together, belly to belly and hip to hip. His skin felt so good against Draco's, cool at first but quickly warming as they began to move against each other, kissing and touching. Harry moaned a little when Draco bit gently at his neck, and his prick was hot and hard, nudging Draco's own. There wasn't quite the frantic urgency that had possessed them both during Hermione's spell earlier that afternoon, but Draco was just as glad of that. He had promised himself to do his best to make sure that Harry enjoyed it if they ever did have sex, so having a bit more control was good.
Harry's fingers were pressed against the back of Draco's head, urging him to tilt it up again, and when he did Harry's mouth met his, tongues twining and tracing each other's lips. Harry put his arm around Draco's waist, his hand sliding down to clasp the cheek of Draco's arse, kneading, pulling him even closer. He broke off the kiss to whisper in Draco's ear, "More. Please. I need... I need you." The breath on his ear and neck tickled, but Draco held back his laughter.
"Me, too," he agreed. "If you move to your hands and knees, I can get you ready." He would have liked to have Harry face him, but he had more experience this way, and hoped he'd be able to give Harry the most pleasure.
Harry nodded against Draco's shoulder and rolled away to turn over, kneeling with his arse in the air. Remembering how much Harry had seemed to enjoy it when Draco had rimmed him once before, Draco muttered a quick cleaning charm and knelt behind him, holding Harry open with both hands and leaning forward to lap at his balls, then trailing his tongue upwards over tender skin until he reached the puckered hole. He heard Harry gasp as he licked at it. The tangy flavor was like the smell of Harry, but far more intense. Draco worked the tip of his tongue inside, past the tightness of the sphincter, and felt the texture of the flesh change.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Harry was muttering into the pillow he had braced against. Draco withdrew, then plunged in again. "Oh fuck, god, Draco, please," he begged.
Draco took up Harry's lube and sat back on his heels to squirt some in the palm of his hand, making sure he had plenty on his fingers as he worked one into Harry's arse.
"That all right?"
"Yeah," Harry gasped. "Strange, but all right."
"Didn't you ever do this to yourself?" Draco moved his finger around slowly, pushing a bit deeper and wriggling to stretch the entrance.
"N-not really." Harry gave a squeak as Draco's finger slid in to the third joint. "Just the outside a bit, you know."
No wonder he was so tight. After a few minutes Draco worked in a second finger, and Harry groaned.
"Too much?"
"Uh. Give me a minute." Harry held very still, but soon Draco felt him relax slightly. "Go on."
Draco reached around Harry's hip with his free hand and found his cock. It had softened somewhat as Harry focused his attention on the unaccustomed sensations in his arse, but when Draco stroked with his lubed hand, it stiffened again rapidly and Harry began trying to thrust against him.
"Wait," Draco told him. "I should try to get you open a little more; it'll be more comfortable for you, I promise." He let go of Harry's prick and squeezed more lube into the crack of his arse, using it to help ease a third finger inside. Harry whimpered, but to Draco's relief he pushed back against Draco's hand rather than pulling away. Draco wasn't sure if he had found Harry's prostate yet; he moved his fingers, searching, but didn't feel the distinct bump that he had always touched on Miles and then Blaise. Harry seemed to be enjoying what Draco did, though, so Draco decided not to worry for the moment. His own cock was rigid and he wiped the last of his palmful of lube on it, shivering at the touch of the sticky gel.
"I'm going to try now," he said, and guided the head of his cock to Harry's entrance, pulling his fingers out at the last minute as he nudged inside, only an inch or so.
"Ah. Ow." Harry's voice was constricted.
With an effort Draco held back, waiting for Harry to relax again. He tried to let himself sink in just a hair further every time Harry exhaled, and that seemed to work.
"Is it supposed to feel like that?" Harry gasped when Draco was nearly all of the way inside.
"Like what?" Draco paused once more, his toes curling with the strain of not letting go and thrusting heedlessly into Harry's arse.
"So full... I feel like I need to shit." His voice was muffled by the pillow, but Draco could see that his neck was red.
"Sometimes it feels like that to me, too," Draco said. "It doesn't hurt, does it?"
Harry shook his head. "Not really. Um. Just full and very stretched."
"Tell me if it starts to, and I'll stop, because it shouldn't be." Draco slid the last half-inch home. "Harry..." He spoke the name in a whisper, almost as a spell in itself, he was so undone by the thought that he was inside Harry, fucking him, that Harry had asked for this and wanted it as much as he did – for all his years of wishing, he had never imagined it would ever really happen.
"Oh Merlin, Harry, you feel so good." Draco heard his voice crack, saying Harry's name, but he didn't care. He stroked Harry's cock again, pumping it, trying to find a rhythm that worked with his own movements, but it was just too much and he couldn't wait any longer.
With a cry that was closer to a whimper, Draco was coming, spurting into the tight slick heat of Harry's arse, shaking with pleasure. He'd let go of Harry's prick as he reached his climax and his fingers dug so hard into Harry's hip he knew he would leave bruises.
A distressed sound from Harry brought him back to his senses, murmuring, "Sorry, I'm so sorry, are you all right?" He pulled out as quickly and gently as he could, and Harry took a deep, shuddering breath.
"I'm okay." He collapsed forward and rolled over to gaze at Draco. "It wasn't quite what I expected, and it did hurt a bit when you started to really move, but... I liked knowing you were so close. Does that make sense?" His eyes looked huge and greener than ever.
"Yeah." Draco lowered himself to the mattress and pressed against Harry, holding him tight. "I felt the same way, about being close to you that is. I'm sorry that it wasn't better for you..."
His apology was cut off by Harry's kiss. "It's all right, really." He shifted a bit, and Draco felt Harry's cock hard on his own thigh.
"Would you like me to suck you off?" Draco asked. "Or – only fair – do you want to try going inside me, now that you know what it's like?"
"I, uh... I'll try it," Harry decided. His voice was wistful as he added, "But I wish I could see your face."
"Oh, you can. I have to pull my legs up high to give you the best angle, but yeah. You'll need to do what I did with the lube, though, stretch me out," Draco instructed. It felt funny, explaining all this, but he wasn't going to let Harry try to fuck him dry and Harry ought to learn how to lube someone anyhow.
Harry reached for the bottle. "You started with one finger, right? And went up to three?"
"Uh huh." Draco grunted as Harry's finger entered him. "Move them around a little, see what it feels like... oh, fuck!" Harry had found his prostate and his spent prick was trying to jump to attention.
"Sorry!" Harry snatched his hand away. "God, Draco, I wasn't trying to hurt you."
"You didn't, keep going." Draco explained briefly as Harry eased back inside. "I was trying to find yours but I don't think I did. For a lot of blokes it feels really good to be touched there, and if the top gets the right angle, he can hit the bottom's prostate on every stroke, fisting him at the same time – twice the pleasure. I meant for you to feel that but I didn't manage, I'm afraid." The last couple of sentences were said between panting gasps as Harry brushed him repeatedly.
"'S all right." Harry's smile was brilliant. "I expect you'll have the chance to try again. Now add another finger, you said?"
Draco could only nod as he was stretched wider, Harry's head bent over him, his expression intent.
"And then I... oh, ah, fuck!" Harry gasped as he started to push in. Draco lifted his legs higher, grabbing his knees and letting his heels press against Harry's back.
"Yeah... please, Harry," he entreated. "Want you to fuck me..."
Which Harry proceeded to do, with little finesse but a great deal of tender enthusiasm, watching Draco to see if he had hit the right angle and grinning when Draco moaned. He didn't last long, only a couple of minutes, before he came with Draco's name on his lips.
As Harry pulled out, Draco could feel wetness trickle down the crack of his arse, tickling in a pleasant way. He sighed, letting his legs relax and rest on the bed, before rolling over to put his arm around Harry.
"Wow." Harry breathed the word quietly. "I didn't know it would be like that."
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