Harry was surprised by how forward Draco was being, especially since he had been so coy up until just then. He pushed his knees into the bed and grabbed the bottom of Malfoy's shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it away.
Harry's hips instinctively pushed forward as Draco's legs parted and he made a small whimpering noise. He tugged his bottom lip before kissing along his jaw line and down the curve of his neck, not wanting to miss an inch of skin, like he'd waited for this moment for a long time. He listened to Malfoy's breathing, the quiet sounds of the blankets rustling under them and the pounding of his heartbeat in his ears.
He wasn't at all upset about the girl. He'd been a little unhinged when Draco started acting weird. Like all the progress they'd made had just shattered. It had scared him in a way. He looked down between them at their bodies moving together slowly, the way Draco's legs parted and how he fit between them. It made him bite his bottom lip. Then he pushed his face into his chest.
"You're so soft." It occurred to him out weird that sounded, and he blushed. He moved his hand down over Draco's stomach and flirted with the hem of his trousers.
Not missing a beat, Draco rambled about how he used moisturizer. Right up until he felt Harry's hand sliding over his abdomen at the waistband of his trousers. He sucked his stomach in, willing Harry to slip his hand inside of the baggy pants as he whimpered and writhed against him.
Sometimes, people who wanted to get him off would try to suck him off. He wondered if Harry would do that, and what it would feel like while he was hard. However, he was entirely too embarrassed to ask for him to do that. He was also highly curious as to what Harry's cock felt like, but his hands were shaking so much, he wasn't sure if he could manage to even remove the other man's belt, let alone get his hands down his trousers.
His mind raced. "Take off your... clothes," he whispered shakily.
Harry kissed his stomach, giving serious thought to attempting his first blowjob. And when Draco sucked his stomach in and Harry got a glimpse of his briefs and the bulge, his mind was practically made up. He swirled his tongue around Draco’s dipped navel.
Take your clothes off.
Still doing lewd things with his tongue against Draco’s lower stomach, he reached down and started unfastening his black trousers that he’d been instructed to wear. He pushed them down and with minimal awkwardness, kicked out of them. Hearing Malfoy tell him to get naked made his cock twitch and start to harden again. After getting out of his boxers, he sat up on his knees, blushing at the view he was giving, and then reached for Draco’s jeans.
“Lift your hips,” he whispered huskily as he unzipped and unbuttoned them.
As harry swirled his tongue over Draco's stomach, he'd arched his back and slipped his hands up against the headboard to grip. "Oh god," he whispered, letting his head fall back at the deliciously warm sensation of the silky tongue sliding over him.
All at once, it was gone and Draco whimpered, watching Harry working off his boxers. He sat up on his elbows, his eyes wide as he leered over Harry's body. Draco's lips parted and he had to breathe out of his mouth to keep up with his need. Pinning his feet against the bed, he lifted his hips as he was told, letting Harry remove his clothing.
Licking his upper lip, he reached out for Harry, sliding his hand first over his chest, tracing down the white scar, down the trail of hair to just before Harry's cock. There, he paused and looked up at Harry for permission to touch him.
Harry was genuinely surprised. He really didn't think Draco was going to want to touch him. The leering made him blush brightly, but he managed to ignore it. He looked down at Draco's fingers slowly moving over him and he sucked his stomach in when he inhaled loudly. No one had touched Harry in a very long time.
He didn't even Draco touching his scar; it felt a lot more comfortable now. Maybe part of him was paranoid about how Draco would have felt about them. He was secretly worried he'd think they were ugly.
"Draco," he whimpered, lightly grazing his fingers over his thighs until they parted enough for him to scoot closer, almost close enough to rub their erections together. He curled his fingers around Draco's and did just that, watching as the pale skin touched the darker skin and how their fingers moved against it.
Draco blushed at being splayed for Harry like that, although he wasn't even conscious of just what all he was showing him at the moment. His mind was rather fixed on his cock and Harry touching it and how curious he was about touching Harry's. He brushed his fingertips faintly along the ridges of it, pressing back the foreskin to reveal the head. It felt so... soft, so velvety. It wasn't entirely unlike his own, he supposed but somehow it felt different and he found he couldn't stop touching it.
His hand wrapped around it and then pulled away only to come back with both hands to explore it, sliding his fingers over the shaft and down his scrotum and then back up again. He exhaled and wrapped his fingers around it, finally looking back up at Harry's face to see the effect that his exploration was having on him.
Harry was trying very hard to let Draco touch and feel as he pleased, but it felt so... good. He took Draco's wrists after a few minutes and pressed them gently into the bed, unable to stand it any longer. He started to talk before he even realized it. "I... really... I really like that you're... that you've never..." he trailed off, not sure how to finish that sentence.
Looking up at Malfoy, he kissed back down his stomach and then over his inner thighs, almost vanishing from sight before he appeared again. He kissed everywhere, expect Draco's cock. "It makes... me... feel so... good," he said lamely, though to him it made perfect sense. He curled his fingers around Draco's cock and curiously lapped at the underside until he reached the tip. He parted his lips and swished his tongue back and forth over it to see his reaction.
For a moment, Draco worried that he'd been doing it wrong. Harry grabbed his wrists and moved them to the bed and Draco looked utterly defeated. His eyes fluttered closed to restrain himself from looking pathetic, but then Harry spoke. He blushed that he hadn't been with anyone else, not sure if that was really something to be proud of. "Am I... mauling you? Was I doing it..." he gasped as Harry lowered his head between his legs and started to kiss over his thighs.
All concern of how he was doing it fled his mind. He didn't much care now. What he wanted was more... more warm touches of Harry's mouth on his body. His tongue prodded at his right canine tooth to mitigate the pleasure of Harry mouthing over his cock. He grabbed madly at the sheets and finally let out a whine of pleasure as his body twisted under Harry. "Harry... oh god..." he whimpered, pulling the sheet up and over his face to hide his brilliant blushing.
Harry moved his hands up Draco's stomach and chest and over his shoulders, touching where he'd kissed early and probably some skin he hadn't gotten to. If this was mauling, then Harry wanted to be mauled regularly.
He wasn't experienced and he didn't take much of Draco's cock into his mouth, but he sucked and flicked his tongue against what he did manage to draw in. Again, he looked up at Draco, vision blurred without his glasses, and watched as his face contorted and his body moved. Harry loved that he was the one doing this.
Even through the lust, Harry was mildly afraid of having come in his mouth. What would he do with it? He used one of his hands to massage the part of Malfoy's cock he wasn't mouthing. Oh well. He'd deal with that when it got here, he supposed. All he wanted to do now was look up at him and watch.
Draco kept trying to hazily watch Harry's mouth wrapped around his cock. He wanted to watch Harry doing anything, everything. His cheek burned against his shoulder, he could tell he was flushed, but he couldn't even care what he looked like right now. Eyelids fluttering, he whimpered yet again, reaching down to put his hands over Harry's hand moving over his chest. Breathe... don't forget to breathe.
His brows furrowed and he could feel the blinding sense of impending orgasm riddling his musculature into a rhythmic pulsing. His body stiffened and then shook and he swallowed hard, trying to make a sound to warn Harry that he was going to come. All he managed were a few awkward squeaks and a meaningful squeeze of his hand.
Luckily, Harry got the point when he felt his hand being squeezed so tightly. He pulled back just in time. Draco's release splattered across his chest, which oddly forced him to blush like a virgin. His fingers kept moving over his waning cock until he was twitching and whimpering in over sensitivity.
He licked his swollen, red lips and looked down at his wet chest. "I..." he panted. Am so fucking horny. He glanced in the direction of the bathroom and then back at Draco. He groaned and buried his face in Draco's chest, shivering violently with his own arousal. It didn't even occur to him to just sit back and take care of it.
Seeing Harry glance over to the bathroom, Draco clutched him tighter as if to say, "don't you dare." The sight of Harry's chest dotted with his release made him feel, if possible, even more possessive of Harry. There was no way he was going to let him go and toss himself off, particularly when Draco was still so immensely curious about touching him again.
But he wanted to see it.
Pushing on the bed, he rolled himself over on top of Harry, looking down at how his skin glistened and how purpled his cock was. Draco opened his mouth to say something, but the words got lost and instead he just grabbed for Harry's cock, sliding his hand over it again, touching over it curiously, but also moving his hand quickly up and down the shaft. Sparing a quick glance to Harry, Draco leaned down and stroked his tongue over the head just to see what it tasted like.
Harry stretched out and spread his legs so Draco could get between them. His face was flushed and his cheeks were dotted brightly with spots of pink. He couldn’t remember ever being this aroused. "Draco," he whispered, looking down at him, at his fingers touching over his cock and pulling. His brow furrowed and he squiggled his hips more toward Draco’s hand to encourage him to go on.
“Feels… so… good,” he panted out to him. He fisted his hands in the sheets, pulling and squeezing them as he watched Draco leaning in. Was he really going to-? “Oh!” squeaked Harry. Even though he was watching, he was still surprised, and it made him press his hips harder against the bed. The curious, inexperienced way Draco kept touching him turned Harry on a lot. So much, in fact, he was already close to coming again. “Cloooose.”
Draco wasn't sure he was ready to deal with come yet. He'd tasted his own out of idle curiosity and it wasn't terrible. But he'd never done anything like this and he didn't want to make a mess. He lapped at the tip of Harry's cock a couple more times and then sat back to continue to pull at his prick, watching his face with wide eyed interest. "Come for me, Harry. I want to see you come," he whispered.
His hand was already getting a bit tired at this angle so he quickly flipped to the side and rested along his body and continued to pull, watching as Harry's body clenched. He kissed over his shoulder, keeping his eyes trained on his cock as it started to spew over his chest. Draco was forgetting to breathe again.
Harry turned his face into Draco's shoulder, like he was hiding as he whimpered and squirmed helplessly. His hand tightened around Draco's arm as he came. He was remembering to breathe, and he was doing so very heavily, but slowly he started to relax again. "Draco..."
That was so intense. Harry's head swam with his afterglow and he scooted closer. He wrapped his arms around him tightly. It was then he noticed that Draco was forgetting to breathe. Again. "Hey," he said, still breathless. It perplexed him that Draco did this forgetting to breathe thing. Was that a bad thing? "Are you ok?"
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He wasn't at all upset about the girl. He'd been a little unhinged when Draco started acting weird. Like all the progress they'd made had just shattered. It had scared him in a way. He looked down between them at their bodies moving together slowly, the way Draco's legs parted and how he fit between them. It made him bite his bottom lip. Then he pushed his face into his chest.
"You're so soft." It occurred to him out weird that sounded, and he blushed. He moved his hand down over Draco's stomach and flirted with the hem of his trousers.
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Sometimes, people who wanted to get him off would try to suck him off. He wondered if Harry would do that, and what it would feel like while he was hard. However, he was entirely too embarrassed to ask for him to do that. He was also highly curious as to what Harry's cock felt like, but his hands were shaking so much, he wasn't sure if he could manage to even remove the other man's belt, let alone get his hands down his trousers.
His mind raced. "Take off your... clothes," he whispered shakily.
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Take your clothes off.
Still doing lewd things with his tongue against Draco’s lower stomach, he reached down and started unfastening his black trousers that he’d been instructed to wear. He pushed them down and with minimal awkwardness, kicked out of them. Hearing Malfoy tell him to get naked made his cock twitch and start to harden again. After getting out of his boxers, he sat up on his knees, blushing at the view he was giving, and then reached for Draco’s jeans.
“Lift your hips,” he whispered huskily as he unzipped and unbuttoned them.
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All at once, it was gone and Draco whimpered, watching Harry working off his boxers. He sat up on his elbows, his eyes wide as he leered over Harry's body. Draco's lips parted and he had to breathe out of his mouth to keep up with his need. Pinning his feet against the bed, he lifted his hips as he was told, letting Harry remove his clothing.
Licking his upper lip, he reached out for Harry, sliding his hand first over his chest, tracing down the white scar, down the trail of hair to just before Harry's cock. There, he paused and looked up at Harry for permission to touch him.
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He didn't even Draco touching his scar; it felt a lot more comfortable now. Maybe part of him was paranoid about how Draco would have felt about them. He was secretly worried he'd think they were ugly.
"Draco," he whimpered, lightly grazing his fingers over his thighs until they parted enough for him to scoot closer, almost close enough to rub their erections together. He curled his fingers around Draco's and did just that, watching as the pale skin touched the darker skin and how their fingers moved against it.
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His hand wrapped around it and then pulled away only to come back with both hands to explore it, sliding his fingers over the shaft and down his scrotum and then back up again. He exhaled and wrapped his fingers around it, finally looking back up at Harry's face to see the effect that his exploration was having on him.
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Looking up at Malfoy, he kissed back down his stomach and then over his inner thighs, almost vanishing from sight before he appeared again. He kissed everywhere, expect Draco's cock. "It makes... me... feel so... good," he said lamely, though to him it made perfect sense. He curled his fingers around Draco's cock and curiously lapped at the underside until he reached the tip. He parted his lips and swished his tongue back and forth over it to see his reaction.
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All concern of how he was doing it fled his mind. He didn't much care now. What he wanted was more... more warm touches of Harry's mouth on his body. His tongue prodded at his right canine tooth to mitigate the pleasure of Harry mouthing over his cock. He grabbed madly at the sheets and finally let out a whine of pleasure as his body twisted under Harry. "Harry... oh god..." he whimpered, pulling the sheet up and over his face to hide his brilliant blushing.
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He wasn't experienced and he didn't take much of Draco's cock into his mouth, but he sucked and flicked his tongue against what he did manage to draw in. Again, he looked up at Draco, vision blurred without his glasses, and watched as his face contorted and his body moved. Harry loved that he was the one doing this.
Even through the lust, Harry was mildly afraid of having come in his mouth. What would he do with it? He used one of his hands to massage the part of Malfoy's cock he wasn't mouthing. Oh well. He'd deal with that when it got here, he supposed. All he wanted to do now was look up at him and watch.
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His brows furrowed and he could feel the blinding sense of impending orgasm riddling his musculature into a rhythmic pulsing. His body stiffened and then shook and he swallowed hard, trying to make a sound to warn Harry that he was going to come. All he managed were a few awkward squeaks and a meaningful squeeze of his hand.
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He licked his swollen, red lips and looked down at his wet chest. "I..." he panted. Am so fucking horny. He glanced in the direction of the bathroom and then back at Draco. He groaned and buried his face in Draco's chest, shivering violently with his own arousal. It didn't even occur to him to just sit back and take care of it.
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But he wanted to see it.
Pushing on the bed, he rolled himself over on top of Harry, looking down at how his skin glistened and how purpled his cock was. Draco opened his mouth to say something, but the words got lost and instead he just grabbed for Harry's cock, sliding his hand over it again, touching over it curiously, but also moving his hand quickly up and down the shaft. Sparing a quick glance to Harry, Draco leaned down and stroked his tongue over the head just to see what it tasted like.
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“Feels… so… good,” he panted out to him. He fisted his hands in the sheets, pulling and squeezing them as he watched Draco leaning in. Was he really going to-? “Oh!” squeaked Harry. Even though he was watching, he was still surprised, and it made him press his hips harder against the bed. The curious, inexperienced way Draco kept touching him turned Harry on a lot. So much, in fact, he was already close to coming again. “Cloooose.”
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His hand was already getting a bit tired at this angle so he quickly flipped to the side and rested along his body and continued to pull, watching as Harry's body clenched. He kissed over his shoulder, keeping his eyes trained on his cock as it started to spew over his chest. Draco was forgetting to breathe again.
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That was so intense. Harry's head swam with his afterglow and he scooted closer. He wrapped his arms around him tightly. It was then he noticed that Draco was forgetting to breathe. Again. "Hey," he said, still breathless. It perplexed him that Draco did this forgetting to breathe thing. Was that a bad thing? "Are you ok?"
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