rp: first time
with unbridled_angst
It didn't take Harry long to recognize that Draco was actually going
to let him make love to him. His heart rate sped up and he exhaled
shakily against his neck, breathing over the pounding pulse point.
Harry had thought about this a lot more than he let on. Nearly the
whole three days Draco was there. But he wanted it to mean something.
He felt like it would now. He kissed over his chest, lips feather
light of the pale skin. "I want to make love to you. I want to show
you how special you are to me," he whispered, rubbing his palm over
the front of Draco's pants. He licked around Draco's navel, feeling
the faint traces of hair under his tongue. He peered up at him over
the top of his glasses and took in his hazy expression, hand moving to
start unfastening Draco's pants. "I want to be inside of you, feel
how warm and tight you are…" he continued, moving so Draco could
squiggle out of the trousers. He tilted his head down and gasped at
the briefs. His cock twitched in anticipation. "Tease."
Draco's pal body twisted uner Harry's kisses, sinous muscles flexing
under the pale skin as he pawed at the duvet under him. He groaned at
the feel of lips on is skin that were heading down his body to the
point that was pulsing, throbing, aching to be touched. "I want you
inside of me" he whispered. He arched his back off of the bed, toeing
his shoes off as Harry's hands slid over his pants. Bringing is legs
together, he raised his hips and shimmied his hips so that the black
fabric rolled down over the dark red briefs that contrasted against
his pearly white skin. "You like them, you said you did. You said
you'd lose control if I wore them. I said I'd let you make love to me
tonight. It seemed like a good time to bring them out." He grabbed
Harry's shoulders and pulled him up to lay atop him and tilted his
head to the side to kiss him slowly, undulating his lithe body up
against Harry's. He pressed his clothed erection against his abdomen
and roaned at how good it felt. "Mmm... Harry. Make love to me."
Harry couldn't stop staring at them. They seemed to glitter against
Draco's alabaster skin, make him almost glow. "I love them," he said
in a quieter voice, more sultry. He buried his face against Draco's
trembling abdomen, inhaling against his skin deeply. "Roll over," he
whispered, leaning back to help him roll onto his stomach. He kissed
down his spine and then over his clothed bum, grabbing the sides. "I
will in a minute," he answered, glancing at the back of Draco's head.
He slowly peeled the briefs off and tossed them away, just looking at
him splayed out so innocently. Almost vulnerably. Harry loved it.
Part of him fed off of it. How intimate it was, how comfortable it
felt. He hoped Draco felt the same way. He slid his hands over his
thighs, and his butt, and his back. "Tell me you trust me," he
whispered against the back of his neck as he kissed over the skin,
fanning it with balmy breath.
"I want to..." face you. But he rolled over as Harry asked. He looked
bakc over his shoulder at him, looking not unlike a scolded puppy. But
if that's what Harry wanted.... he looked down at the duvet and rested
his head against it, pulling up one arm to rest against as he pulled
his knees under him, feeling the hands sliding up his body. "I trust
you," he said, a bit muffled against the bedding. "Mmmm..." he groaned
as Harry kissed over his back and tickled his body. He stretched his
arms out, pale against the dark fabric and turned his cheek against
the blanket. "I do trust you, Harry." He wiggled his knees under him
again and raised his arse up into the air.
Harry slipped his hand under Draco when he saw him push his ass up in
the air. He'd only made Draco roll over so he could see his ass in
those red briefs. They were going to have sex facing. The more Draco
said he trusted him, the more on fire Harry felt with his arousal. He
rolled him over and engulfed his cock in the scorching heat of his
mouth, barely giving him time to recover from being repositioned. He
bobbed his head animatedly, hollowing his cheeks around the wanton
organ. Green eyes fell shut and he whimpered and groaned around it,
thoroughly enjoying what he was doing. He raked his teeth over it and
teased him mercilessly, bringing him to the cusp of orgasming, and
then stopping abruptly. Flushed in the face and panting, he pulled
back, unable to deny his own need any longer. He spat into his hand
and slathered it over Draco's opening, pushing a finger inside of him
to test him, see if he was ready. His other hand started to fumble
through his fastenings and he wriggled out of his trousers.
Draco was surprised to be rolled back over and he ws going to say
something, but his prick was being sucked. He whined loudly, "Harry!"
and fisted the blankets into his hand, pulling them up as he tried
hard not not buck into harry's mouth. It elt so good, the feel of
tongue and teeth over him. He shuddered, hissing at the sensitivity
and need. "Harry! HARRY!" he cried as he backed off of sucking him
off, denying him his orgasm. He whined again, slurring his name in
begging tones. "Haaaarrrrry..." He kept pouting at him, even as he
watched him spitting onto his hand. Still, he pulled his knees up and
grabbed to his ankles, spreading himself wide for Harry, pushing back
down against his finger. He rubbed his lips together, watching him
stripping out of his trousers, remaining splayed for him. He looked at
him for one desperate moment and started, "Harry..." But chickened out
before he finished. I love you.
Harry sent his trousers across the floor with a definitive kick. He
looked down at him again, eyes moving over all the ivory skin with a
fierce possessiveness. "Draco," he murmured, pulling his hand away
and lining himself up with Draco's flexing opening. He looked down
his torso and pushed forward, avidly watching as his cock slid into
him. He gasped as the heat curled around him, gripping and pulling at
him as if to eagerly take him deeper in. His cheeks dotted with pink,
then a deeper shade of crimson that was harder to hide. He collapsed
on top of him, kissing him passionately and delving his tongue into
his mouth, wanting to taste him, feel him, be as close as possible to
him. His hand slipped between their bodies and his fingers found
Draco's wet erection. "Mmm," he moaned into his mouth, pulling on him
in time with his unpredictable thrusts that slapped their bodies
together. He wanted to do this slowly and savor it, but his body
wouldn't let him. He was overwhelmed with emotions, sensations. He
couldn't stop himself. He broke the kiss, gasping for air and
inhaling Draco's exhales. "So…" he panted heavily. "Mine."
"Mmm yes... yours," he whispered as he rocked his hips back against
him, shivering and shuddering with the feeling of Harry inside of him.
He slid his legs up around Harry's back an wrapped his arms tightly
around him. His abdomen sttretched and undulated as he pushed back
against him. He kissed over the side of his face sloppily and then
turned Harry's face to kiss him deeply. His hands cradled Harry's head
as he moved sensually against him, wanting to feel every piece of
skin, every vein in is prick, everything about him. He pulled off
Harry's glasses and set them aside. Arching into Harry's hand, he
groaned at the twin sensations of Harry's cock pushing at his prostate
and the lush feeling of his hand over his cock. He felt so good, too
good. He whispered Harry's name a few more times, into his panting
ace. His body stiffened and then jolted and he looked up at him as he
felt his cock started to spew over Harry's hand. "I love you," he
gasped, staring into Harry's eyes.
The tight and involuntary constricting around his cock jerked Harry
into orgasm. He whimpered against Draco's mouth, pressing their
foreheads together and pinching his face up. His free arm had worked
its way around Draco and was cupping the back of his head, holding him
tightly against him as if in fear he would vanish into thin air at any
moment. He left his sodden hand between them, finding that he liked
the feeling of Draco's come on it. It was evidence he'd done
something right. It felt so blissful, their bodies pressed wetly
together, coated with perspiration and bodily fluids. He was gazing
down at him with unbridled adoration when he heard it. Three little
words that made his eyes widen and his heart begin to race impossibly
fast now. His lips parted even more and he mouthed wordlessly. He
meant it. It was there in his eyes, the way he looked scared now. No
words came to him. He leaned in and kissed him again, more feverishly
this time, trying to say physically what he couldn't say verbally.
Draco stared at Harry in near horror after he'd said what he'd said.
He couldn't even think about it now. It was too soon, too much. He
knew that now. No, he knew that then, too. He'd just blurted it out.
He'd felt it, and it felt good to admit, but now that Harry was just
staring at him, he was terrified. Then Harry kissed him. His arms
wrapped tightly around the other man. He squeezed him tightly,
pressing their bodies together, wincing at the strange squishing sound
of their bodies colliding. He groaned into his mouth and broke the
kiss. He rolled himself over on top of Harry an buried his head
against his neck, not even wanting to look at him right now. He felt
it. He could tell Harry loved him, or was at least on his way to. But
he was still embarrassed.
Harry let Draco roll him over and he frowned a little at slipping out
of him. He let Draco hide against his neck, knowing that he felt
stupid or embarrassed. Harry believed neither to be true. He turned
his head more to the side, cradling Draco's face where it was. He
kissed his temple and along his ear. He smoothed his hands up and
down Draco's sides, over his back. His heart was racing still, not
from the sex, but from the sheer excitement of hearing that. He
wasn't in love yet, but he was very close. He was still in that stage
where he felt like he was teetering on the edge. He was teetered more
and more towards love. "Shh," he whispered to him, petting his hair,
because he knew that soothed him. "I'm not mad." And he really
wasn't. He smiled and bit his lip to make it go away. "I'm
flattered."
How humiliating. How placating. Draco just froze very still and kept
his face pressed against Harry's neck. Flattered. Wow. Hadn't he said
that to someone at Hogwarts once? Yes, Millicent Bullstrode told him
that she wanted to date him and in a rare moment where he didn't laugh
in someone's face because he actually liked her, he told her he was
flattered. "Well, I do live to flatter," he whispred, sinking down
into the bed, wishing that it would swallow him up. He slid his hands
up and down Harry's back feeling wounded and ridiculous. And he was,
wasn't he? A ridiculous boy. The words echoed in his mind in a deeper
tenor and framed with a black curtain of hair. He closed his eyes and
let his hands drop. "Welll, that was nice."
Harry rolled over onto his side and looked at Draco worriedly. He
swallowed, realizing that he'd said or done something wrong. He
glanced around the room nervously and licked his lips. He hadn't
meant it to placate or to humiliate. He didn't think Draco was
ridiculous. "It's… I… really like you. I care… about you… very, very
much. I'm going… to… love you. Soon. It's only been three days and…
I… have all these feelings that I can't even begin to express,
feelings… I've… they're so different from anything I've felt before…
so much more… intense," he said quietly, trying to express just how he
was feeling properly. He knew this had to be his fault. "It is
flattering that you love me. I'm… it means I'm lucky and… just
exceptionally lucky. I want you to love me. What's wrong? What did
I do?"
"Nothing, Harry, you didn't do anything," he said quietly. "It's
nothing. You care about me, it's fine, it's fine," he reassured him,
but there was just something in him that hurt now. He couldn't even
explain it. Something about that word. Flattered. He'd flattered him.
"It's fine, Harry. You don't have to explain anything to me." You felt
sorry for me. I didn't have money, I didn't have clothes, and I'm
pretty. He closed his eyes and turned his head to the side, pressing
his cheek against the duvet. He slid his hands through Harry's hair
and decided not to think about it. He could have his "flattering" love
for Harry. It had only been three days. He'd let him make love to him
too fast, obviously. Now Draco felt empty.
It didn't take Harry long to recognize that Draco was actually going
to let him make love to him. His heart rate sped up and he exhaled
shakily against his neck, breathing over the pounding pulse point.
Harry had thought about this a lot more than he let on. Nearly the
whole three days Draco was there. But he wanted it to mean something.
He felt like it would now. He kissed over his chest, lips feather
light of the pale skin. "I want to make love to you. I want to show
you how special you are to me," he whispered, rubbing his palm over
the front of Draco's pants. He licked around Draco's navel, feeling
the faint traces of hair under his tongue. He peered up at him over
the top of his glasses and took in his hazy expression, hand moving to
start unfastening Draco's pants. "I want to be inside of you, feel
how warm and tight you are…" he continued, moving so Draco could
squiggle out of the trousers. He tilted his head down and gasped at
the briefs. His cock twitched in anticipation. "Tease."
Draco's pal body twisted uner Harry's kisses, sinous muscles flexing
under the pale skin as he pawed at the duvet under him. He groaned at
the feel of lips on is skin that were heading down his body to the
point that was pulsing, throbing, aching to be touched. "I want you
inside of me" he whispered. He arched his back off of the bed, toeing
his shoes off as Harry's hands slid over his pants. Bringing is legs
together, he raised his hips and shimmied his hips so that the black
fabric rolled down over the dark red briefs that contrasted against
his pearly white skin. "You like them, you said you did. You said
you'd lose control if I wore them. I said I'd let you make love to me
tonight. It seemed like a good time to bring them out." He grabbed
Harry's shoulders and pulled him up to lay atop him and tilted his
head to the side to kiss him slowly, undulating his lithe body up
against Harry's. He pressed his clothed erection against his abdomen
and roaned at how good it felt. "Mmm... Harry. Make love to me."
Harry couldn't stop staring at them. They seemed to glitter against
Draco's alabaster skin, make him almost glow. "I love them," he said
in a quieter voice, more sultry. He buried his face against Draco's
trembling abdomen, inhaling against his skin deeply. "Roll over," he
whispered, leaning back to help him roll onto his stomach. He kissed
down his spine and then over his clothed bum, grabbing the sides. "I
will in a minute," he answered, glancing at the back of Draco's head.
He slowly peeled the briefs off and tossed them away, just looking at
him splayed out so innocently. Almost vulnerably. Harry loved it.
Part of him fed off of it. How intimate it was, how comfortable it
felt. He hoped Draco felt the same way. He slid his hands over his
thighs, and his butt, and his back. "Tell me you trust me," he
whispered against the back of his neck as he kissed over the skin,
fanning it with balmy breath.
"I want to..." face you. But he rolled over as Harry asked. He looked
bakc over his shoulder at him, looking not unlike a scolded puppy. But
if that's what Harry wanted.... he looked down at the duvet and rested
his head against it, pulling up one arm to rest against as he pulled
his knees under him, feeling the hands sliding up his body. "I trust
you," he said, a bit muffled against the bedding. "Mmmm..." he groaned
as Harry kissed over his back and tickled his body. He stretched his
arms out, pale against the dark fabric and turned his cheek against
the blanket. "I do trust you, Harry." He wiggled his knees under him
again and raised his arse up into the air.
Harry slipped his hand under Draco when he saw him push his ass up in
the air. He'd only made Draco roll over so he could see his ass in
those red briefs. They were going to have sex facing. The more Draco
said he trusted him, the more on fire Harry felt with his arousal. He
rolled him over and engulfed his cock in the scorching heat of his
mouth, barely giving him time to recover from being repositioned. He
bobbed his head animatedly, hollowing his cheeks around the wanton
organ. Green eyes fell shut and he whimpered and groaned around it,
thoroughly enjoying what he was doing. He raked his teeth over it and
teased him mercilessly, bringing him to the cusp of orgasming, and
then stopping abruptly. Flushed in the face and panting, he pulled
back, unable to deny his own need any longer. He spat into his hand
and slathered it over Draco's opening, pushing a finger inside of him
to test him, see if he was ready. His other hand started to fumble
through his fastenings and he wriggled out of his trousers.
Draco was surprised to be rolled back over and he ws going to say
something, but his prick was being sucked. He whined loudly, "Harry!"
and fisted the blankets into his hand, pulling them up as he tried
hard not not buck into harry's mouth. It elt so good, the feel of
tongue and teeth over him. He shuddered, hissing at the sensitivity
and need. "Harry! HARRY!" he cried as he backed off of sucking him
off, denying him his orgasm. He whined again, slurring his name in
begging tones. "Haaaarrrrry..." He kept pouting at him, even as he
watched him spitting onto his hand. Still, he pulled his knees up and
grabbed to his ankles, spreading himself wide for Harry, pushing back
down against his finger. He rubbed his lips together, watching him
stripping out of his trousers, remaining splayed for him. He looked at
him for one desperate moment and started, "Harry..." But chickened out
before he finished. I love you.
Harry sent his trousers across the floor with a definitive kick. He
looked down at him again, eyes moving over all the ivory skin with a
fierce possessiveness. "Draco," he murmured, pulling his hand away
and lining himself up with Draco's flexing opening. He looked down
his torso and pushed forward, avidly watching as his cock slid into
him. He gasped as the heat curled around him, gripping and pulling at
him as if to eagerly take him deeper in. His cheeks dotted with pink,
then a deeper shade of crimson that was harder to hide. He collapsed
on top of him, kissing him passionately and delving his tongue into
his mouth, wanting to taste him, feel him, be as close as possible to
him. His hand slipped between their bodies and his fingers found
Draco's wet erection. "Mmm," he moaned into his mouth, pulling on him
in time with his unpredictable thrusts that slapped their bodies
together. He wanted to do this slowly and savor it, but his body
wouldn't let him. He was overwhelmed with emotions, sensations. He
couldn't stop himself. He broke the kiss, gasping for air and
inhaling Draco's exhales. "So…" he panted heavily. "Mine."
"Mmm yes... yours," he whispered as he rocked his hips back against
him, shivering and shuddering with the feeling of Harry inside of him.
He slid his legs up around Harry's back an wrapped his arms tightly
around him. His abdomen sttretched and undulated as he pushed back
against him. He kissed over the side of his face sloppily and then
turned Harry's face to kiss him deeply. His hands cradled Harry's head
as he moved sensually against him, wanting to feel every piece of
skin, every vein in is prick, everything about him. He pulled off
Harry's glasses and set them aside. Arching into Harry's hand, he
groaned at the twin sensations of Harry's cock pushing at his prostate
and the lush feeling of his hand over his cock. He felt so good, too
good. He whispered Harry's name a few more times, into his panting
ace. His body stiffened and then jolted and he looked up at him as he
felt his cock started to spew over Harry's hand. "I love you," he
gasped, staring into Harry's eyes.
The tight and involuntary constricting around his cock jerked Harry
into orgasm. He whimpered against Draco's mouth, pressing their
foreheads together and pinching his face up. His free arm had worked
its way around Draco and was cupping the back of his head, holding him
tightly against him as if in fear he would vanish into thin air at any
moment. He left his sodden hand between them, finding that he liked
the feeling of Draco's come on it. It was evidence he'd done
something right. It felt so blissful, their bodies pressed wetly
together, coated with perspiration and bodily fluids. He was gazing
down at him with unbridled adoration when he heard it. Three little
words that made his eyes widen and his heart begin to race impossibly
fast now. His lips parted even more and he mouthed wordlessly. He
meant it. It was there in his eyes, the way he looked scared now. No
words came to him. He leaned in and kissed him again, more feverishly
this time, trying to say physically what he couldn't say verbally.
Draco stared at Harry in near horror after he'd said what he'd said.
He couldn't even think about it now. It was too soon, too much. He
knew that now. No, he knew that then, too. He'd just blurted it out.
He'd felt it, and it felt good to admit, but now that Harry was just
staring at him, he was terrified. Then Harry kissed him. His arms
wrapped tightly around the other man. He squeezed him tightly,
pressing their bodies together, wincing at the strange squishing sound
of their bodies colliding. He groaned into his mouth and broke the
kiss. He rolled himself over on top of Harry an buried his head
against his neck, not even wanting to look at him right now. He felt
it. He could tell Harry loved him, or was at least on his way to. But
he was still embarrassed.
Harry let Draco roll him over and he frowned a little at slipping out
of him. He let Draco hide against his neck, knowing that he felt
stupid or embarrassed. Harry believed neither to be true. He turned
his head more to the side, cradling Draco's face where it was. He
kissed his temple and along his ear. He smoothed his hands up and
down Draco's sides, over his back. His heart was racing still, not
from the sex, but from the sheer excitement of hearing that. He
wasn't in love yet, but he was very close. He was still in that stage
where he felt like he was teetering on the edge. He was teetered more
and more towards love. "Shh," he whispered to him, petting his hair,
because he knew that soothed him. "I'm not mad." And he really
wasn't. He smiled and bit his lip to make it go away. "I'm
flattered."
How humiliating. How placating. Draco just froze very still and kept
his face pressed against Harry's neck. Flattered. Wow. Hadn't he said
that to someone at Hogwarts once? Yes, Millicent Bullstrode told him
that she wanted to date him and in a rare moment where he didn't laugh
in someone's face because he actually liked her, he told her he was
flattered. "Well, I do live to flatter," he whispred, sinking down
into the bed, wishing that it would swallow him up. He slid his hands
up and down Harry's back feeling wounded and ridiculous. And he was,
wasn't he? A ridiculous boy. The words echoed in his mind in a deeper
tenor and framed with a black curtain of hair. He closed his eyes and
let his hands drop. "Welll, that was nice."
Harry rolled over onto his side and looked at Draco worriedly. He
swallowed, realizing that he'd said or done something wrong. He
glanced around the room nervously and licked his lips. He hadn't
meant it to placate or to humiliate. He didn't think Draco was
ridiculous. "It's… I… really like you. I care… about you… very, very
much. I'm going… to… love you. Soon. It's only been three days and…
I… have all these feelings that I can't even begin to express,
feelings… I've… they're so different from anything I've felt before…
so much more… intense," he said quietly, trying to express just how he
was feeling properly. He knew this had to be his fault. "It is
flattering that you love me. I'm… it means I'm lucky and… just
exceptionally lucky. I want you to love me. What's wrong? What did
I do?"
"Nothing, Harry, you didn't do anything," he said quietly. "It's
nothing. You care about me, it's fine, it's fine," he reassured him,
but there was just something in him that hurt now. He couldn't even
explain it. Something about that word. Flattered. He'd flattered him.
"It's fine, Harry. You don't have to explain anything to me." You felt
sorry for me. I didn't have money, I didn't have clothes, and I'm
pretty. He closed his eyes and turned his head to the side, pressing
his cheek against the duvet. He slid his hands through Harry's hair
and decided not to think about it. He could have his "flattering" love
for Harry. It had only been three days. He'd let him make love to him
too fast, obviously. Now Draco felt empty.