Oh, lovely :). Hurt-comfort fic without any hint of sappiness.
"No, but since one way or another we are putting that on me, and also one way or another you are going to bloody well be here while it works on me, the choices are you rub it on, or I do. If I do, I'm definitely using it as lube. So, what, you want to watch?"
Lines like this, I have an idea who you are, I think. Maybe ;).
I adored them both, here, and I am completely in love with the idea of Draco wheeling himself around his fancy house.