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Even though it was the middle of the day, the room was pitch black.
The curtains, drawn tightly shut, blocked out any and all winter sun. Despite the lack of sunlight and the frost of winter, Harry was comfortably warm underneath the covers, his sweaty, naked skin pressed up against Draco’s in the aftermath of their orgasms. In this darkness, nothing else mattered but the two of them, and any words spoken would remain right here.
These past four months of being together, they’d been using this exact situation to talk through their pasts and traumas and to bring up anything they deemed important. If they didn’t have anything important to say, this space was filled with heartfelt compliments whispered against flustered skin and halfhearted apologies for any teasing that could have led up to their situation.
One day, Harry hoped, they’d both be comfortable enough to have these conversations outside the safety of their dark bedroom—both the good and the bad. For now, though, Harry was grateful that Draco couldn’t see him, for he was about to bring something up that he’d been sitting on for a while.
“Draco,” he started softly. Draco hummed, the caress of his fingers on Harry’s back gentle, comforting. “Why aren’t you ready yet?”
Harry knew it would happen, but it didn't feel like any less of a loss when Draco’s hand paused, instead resting on his shoulder. He didn’t need to specify what he meant. They’d had conversations similar to this plenty of times.
“I’m sorry, I’m not ready yet,” Draco answered, the exact same words that Harry had been hearing for months. Harry took a deep breath, trying not to let Draco’s evasiveness get to him.
“I know, but why?” he repeated his question, tilting his head up in the direction of Draco’s face even though they couldn’t see each other.
Draco sighed deeply, then pressed a long kiss to Harry’s forehead. His mouth lingered right above the skin, his next words a reluctant but certain whisper. "I'm not sure we're compatible."
Harry felt cold all of a sudden, even with the covers and Draco's warm body pressed up against him, the winter chill finally getting to him. "What do you mean?" he had to ask, even though he dreaded the answer. Hadn't they been doing well these past few months? Harry'd had the best months of his life with Draco, but—
“You’re always on about how you want me to fuck you, and I just… I’m not ready yet,” Draco admitted quietly. “I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready for that.”
“You don’t want to fuck me?”
“Yeah,” Draco agreed, his tone careful.
Harry frowned. “But you like doing other stuff,” he pointed out, trying to make sense of what Draco was saying.
“Of course!” Draco assured him, using the hold on Harry's shoulder to pull them even closer together.
"So just no fucking?" Harry determined, resting his head in the crook of Draco's neck.
Draco was quiet for a moment. "I don't want to fuck you," he answered apologetically in the end. "I'm sorry."
Harry nodded against Draco's shoulder. He didn't like it, but at the same time, it wasn't the end of the world. If that was the only way Draco didn't think they were compatible, Harry could live with that. "Okay."
"I'm sorry," Draco apologised again, that time with another kiss pressed to Harry's forehead.
"It's fine," Harry said, keeping his disappointment—and lingering confusion—to himself. "It's not a big deal."
—
Except, it sort of was a big deal, if you'd ask anyone who would take issue with Harry getting no work done the next day. And there were plenty of people who would do that, including Harry himself. But ever since their conversation, Draco's words had echoed through Harry's mind on loop, distracting him from any and all work-related matters.
He was nearing the end of his workday and was still confused about what Draco had said—and a little confused about why he was confused in the first place. It was Draco's decision, and he would honour that, but there was something about Draco's words that gave him pause. Harry knew he was missing something... some lie of omission, perhaps. Draco liked those.
Ignoring the paperwork on his desk, he ran Draco's words through his head again.
He didn't want to fuck.
Well, he didn't want to fuck Harry, was what he'd actually said, but same thing, wasn't it? Harry'd assumed from the very start that Draco wouldn't bottom, and Draco had never hinted at it either.
But he'd placed such emphasis on fucking Harry...
Could that be his hang-up?
Harry laughed quietly in triumph. That had to be it.
Draco was so bad at telling Harry what he liked, always going on about how it was embarrassing and, as far as Harry could deduce, how he was scared that Harry might judge him. Harry wasn't sure exactly why Draco had never told him he wanted to bottom, but he wouldn't be surprised if the reason was the same as any other sexual act.
All at once, Harry couldn't wait for his day to finally end so he could go home to Draco and show him just how much he wanted to fuck him.
—
Harry gasped, his hands tightening their grip on Draco's waist as Draco ground down against Harry's crotch. "Draco," he breathed meaninglessly before they were lost in kissing once more. Draco's sizeable erection pressed against Harry's own through their trousers, and the feeling of it made Harry lightheaded, as it always did. That time, though, it also reminded him of the conclusion he'd come to earlier.
It was the reason Harry had always assumed he'd bottom—Draco's behemoth of a cock. Harry'd never been able to convince him to measure it (he was still waiting for the perfect opportunity to do it in his sleep), but what person with a cock like that would not want to fuck someone with it? If Harry was that big, he'd love fucking people with it even more than he already did.
He'd always taken the initiative with the handful of partners he'd had for short bounds of time before getting with Draco. It came naturally to him, being in control of his and his partner's pleasure, making them feel good, and there was no better sensation than being inside of another person and feeling them respond around his cock when he did something right.
The thought of bottoming, aside from the less-than-optimal physical sensations he knew from his own experimentation he'd done in preparation for Draco, always made him feel like he was losing control. He'd been willing to try with Draco, because he did feel like he could trust him that much, but if Draco only wanted to bottom...
“Draco,” Harry said again, now with the full intent of getting his attention. Draco hummed, trailing kisses down Harry’s neck. Harry's eyes fluttered shut when Draco sucked on the sensitive skin just above his collarbone, and he momentarily forgot what he wanted to say.
"What's up?" Draco muttered against the assaulted skin, then licked over it in a way that made Harry's cock throb.
Using his hold on Draco's waist, Harry pushed him back a little so he was sitting on Harry's thighs. He ignored Draco's pout, pressing their foreheads together so he could make sure Draco paid attention to his words. "I want to fuck you."
Draco's eyes widened, his face flushing rapidly like one of his biggest secrets had just been uncovered. "You do?" he asked in a whisper. Harry nodded. "You don't have to if you don't want to."
Harry laughed softly. It was Draco's own fault, really, that he was so surprised. He'd never let Harry talk about his past, always too jealous to hear him out. "But I do want to," he assured him, pulling Draco back down on his clothed erection for emphasis. Draco gasped, his eyes fluttering shut.
"Since when?" he asked, a little breathless. His hands, clenched in Harry's jumper, were shaking a little. Harry couldn't tell if it was from need or something else.
"Forever," Harry admitted, stroking Draco's cheek with his thumb.
Draco looked shocked by his admission, his eyes wide and incredulous. "But you always..." he trailed off, looking to the side.
"I always what?" Harry asked, tugging a strand of soft blond hair behind Draco's ear before turning his face back to him. Draco's eyes shifted between each of Harry's for a moment.
"You always say you want me to—to fuck you," he said, his voice quiet.
Harry shrugged. "Of course," he argued, bringing one of his hands down to cup Draco's erection through his trousers. The mere size of it in Harry's hands was unsettling, requiring him to take a deep breath and remove his hand before he could continue. "Who wouldn't want to fuck someone with a cock like that?"
Draco shifted in Harry's hold. "But who would want to get fucked by it? It hurts," he argued back, with such certainty that it made Harry chuckle.
"You've tried?" Harry asked, incredulous but genuine.
"Not with my own." Draco scoffed, then deflated a little.
"With toys, then?" Without me?
Draco's cheeks flushed their usual gorgeous pink. His response to Harry was an uncomfortable shrug, and Harry figured he could lay off on the teasing for a bit.
"Why'd you never tell me you wanted to bottom?" Harry wondered instead, pressing a soft kiss to Draco's temple. Draco's eyes focused on his, trying to read Harry's motivations. It was a look Harry was familiar with, so he let Draco do his little calculations, knowing he had nothing to hide.
After a moment, Draco broke their eye contact by leaning into Harry and resting his chin on Harry's shoulder. Harry missed seeing his blushing face, but he understood why he'd done it. It was the closest they could get to their cocoon of darkness right now. "It's embarrassing," Draco admitted quietly. "I thought you'd make fun of me."
"Why would I do that?" Harry asked, frowning. "There's nothing wrong with bottoming."
Draco shook his head, and Harry's frown deepened. "Of course there isn't," he clarified, somehow leaving Harry more confused than before.
"What do you mean then?" Harry asked, raising a hand to stroke through Draco's hair, hoping the motion was in some way comforting to Draco.
When Draco shifted again, their crotches brushed together, and it took all of Harry not to buck up into it. The touch was electric, even though Harry's erection had calmed down a little. He assumed the same for Draco, but it was never easy to tell with him.
The hands Draco still had on Harry's jumper pulled softly. Every so often, Harry heard an intake of breath, and then a sigh, like Draco was searching for the words to say something, or at the very least the courage. Harry let him, struggling as he was, waiting patiently as he stroked Draco's hair and back.
"It's embarrassing to get fucked when you've... got what I have," he said vaguely, before hiding his face in Harry's shoulder.
Harry hummed, turning Draco's words over in his head until he thought he understood what he meant. "So you thought I'd... laugh at you for having such a big dick but it being wasted on you?" The moment he'd said it, he wanted to take it back and rephrase it. He should have thought of a better way to put it, especially with how reluctant Draco already was to share this.
But then Draco shivered in his hold, a full-body shiver, like Harry had just tapped into a kink without knowing, and Harry narrowed his eyes. He and Draco had a habit of jokingly mocking each other with no real intent behind it, an artefact of their past, but Harry had expected this topic to be a hard line. After all, Draco was still actively hiding in Harry's shoulder.
"You like that?" Harry decided to ask instead of continuing the teasing, not wanting to jump to conclusions just yet. Draco exhaled shakily, and this time when he shifted against Harry, it was obvious his cock had started to swell again. "You like it when I call your giant cock useless?"
That time, Draco fully whimpered into Harry's ear, and Harry decided that he had to see more of Draco's reactions at once. He dropped his hands to Draco's waist and pushed him back onto Harry's thighs. When Draco's eyes met his, they were glazed over, staring at Harry without really seeing him. Now it was Harry's turn to take a shaky breath.
"Fuck, Draco," he breathed, his grip firm on Draco's hips. "You need to tell me these things."
Draco's eyes shifted to the side, his blush spreading down his neck at Harry's words. He made a gorgeous sight—a sight that would probably look even better on Harry's dick, now that he knew Draco would like that.
"Draco," Harry spoke clearly. "I'm going to ask this once, and once only." Draco's eyes shifted back to Harry, and Harry could see him try to focus. It was adorable and almost enough to distract him. "Can I fuck you and degrade you? Today."
Draco was quiet for a moment, his heavy breathing fanning Harry's face. Harry waited patiently, silently enjoying the flush on Draco's face and neck and wondering how far it spread underneath the collar of his shirt. After maybe a minute, Draco nodded.
Harry smiled gently, pressing their foreheads together again. "Please, Draco. Words?"
"Yes," Draco finally breathed, his eyes set on Harry's, sudden and confident. It took Harry exactly five more seconds to pick Draco up and throw him onto the couch on his back. Harry was on him in an instant, mouthing hotly at Draco's neck as he yanked Draco's shirt out of his trousers before snaking his hands under it.
Draco shivered at the touch, his head thrown back onto the cushion as he stared down at Harry, eyes burning with anticipation. Harry levelled his look with a grin before quickly disposing of Draco's shirt and getting to work on his belt. Draco's dick was straining against his trousers, the length of it obnoxiously bulging his right trouser leg. Harry licked his lips, working Draco's belt a little more forcefully than Draco generally liked.
"I still can't believe," Harry mumbled against Draco's chest in between kisses, "how you don't tear your trousers with a cock like that." Draco huffed a laugh above him, his hands playing pleasantly with Harry's curls. "Just look at it," he continued, squeezing the length of Draco's dick through his trouser leg for emphasis. "And yet," he said lowly, bringing his mouth to Draco's ear and his hands to his hips, "it's utterly useless."
"Fuck," Draco breathed, his hips bucking up. Harry used the movement to swiftly push his trousers over his arse, leaving them on his thighs. His eyes fell instantly on the bulge in Draco's pants, his mouth watering from the mere sight of it. It was obnoxious, truly, how large Draco's dick was, especially when he was this hard.
The fabric of his pants was straining badly from keeping the giant of a cock tucked away, yet despite all its efforts, the large head stuck out from the right leg, swollen and red and practically begging for Harry's touch. Harry couldn't resist reaching out a finger and swiping over the slit, chuckling when the simple motion made Draco yelp and leak.
Merely the anticipation of getting fucked had made Draco so much more sensitive than usual. Harry loved it, and he knew Draco did too, even if he was currently hiding his face in his hands. With a smile, Harry wondered if he was supposed to be covering the blush that ran all the way down to his chest, because if so, he was failing royally.
Harry crawled back up Draco's body and gently tugged one of his hands out of the way so he could kiss Draco's cheek. "You're so hot," he whispered, gleefully watching Draco's eyes widen. "You drive me so wild. Every part of you. I love you so much."
"Harry," Draco breathed, staring at Harry like he didn't quite understand what was going on. "Didn't you say you wanted to..."
"Degrade you, yeah," Harry finished for him with a grin. "And I will," he assured Draco, then lower, "Oh I will." Draco's breath caught in his throat at the promise, his eyes glazing over a little. "But it's only fun when you know I don't mean it, right?" This was new, a grey area for them, and something Draco had seemed genuinely insecure about. Harry wanted to be careful.
Draco swallowed thickly, still staring at Harry, and nodded. "I know you don't mean it," he confirmed softly. The slightest worry Harry had had faded instantly with the words, and he grinned widely down at Draco.
"Good," he said, pressing one more kiss to the side of Draco's nose before bringing his attention back to the bulging erection between them. He stroked his hand down the length of it a few times just to feel him up before grabbing the waistband of the pants with both hands and pulling them off with Draco's aid.
Now free to breathe and no longer challenging the strength of Draco's clothes, Draco's dick rested against his hip, heavy and delicious and—"Pathetic," Harry said, swallowing when the thick cock twitched. He took it in hand, stopping his eyes from rolling back with difficulty.
The skin was soft and warm against Harry's palm, pulsating with Draco's elevated heartbeat. When Harry held him like this, the tips of his fingers were just not touching, and that observation always drove him mad.
Draco hadn't been wrong when he'd said that Harry had always asked Draco to fuck him, but frankly, it would be a bit of a shame to stick that cock somewhere Harry couldn't always put his hands and mouth on it. He'd taken that for granted these past few months, and holding and sucking Draco off had become one of his greatest pleasures in life. He was very, very satisfied with just that.
"It's so stupid," Harry laughed, going for sharp. He started stroking Draco's cock slowly, his grip tight, watching Draco closely for any adverse reaction to his words. "It's so desperate to fuck something. It doesn't even know that it'll never get that chance." Harry leant down over Draco's cock and kissed the head.
"Poor thing," he continued pityingly. "It could have done so many great things, yet here it is, rendered entirely useless, attached to someone like mere decoration." Draco swore above him, and the cock in Harry's hand throbbed and leaked. Harry stuck out his tongue and licked up the precum, savouring the sweet taste.
"At least it's pretty," Harry observed truthfully, relishing in the heavy exhale from above him and the hand suddenly grasping at his hair. "Perhaps I should tie a bow around it, do it up all nice and pretty. After all, all your giant cock is good for is being looked at. Isn't that right?"
That time, Draco whined softly, the sound going straight to Harry's dick. It was begging for attention, but Harry ignored it, telling himself that he would want to last when he was inside of Draco. Fuck, he would get to be inside of Draco.
"What other purpose could your useless big dick possibly have, Draco?" he asked instead, smirking up at Draco. His chest heaved with his pants, one hand on his stomach clenching intermittently, the other still loosely grasping at Harry's hair. He seemed unaware that Harry had asked him a question, so Harry tightened his grip and pressed the thumb of his other hand directly to the slit. "Hm?"
Draco moaned, then gasped out, "Wh—What?"
Harry laughed softly. "Dumb as your cock, are you?" he asked sharply, smiling when Draco whined again. "Can't even answer a simple question." Harry tutted, giving Draco his best disappointing look before turning his attention back to the delicious weight in his hand.
"Maybe," Harry started, lowering his mouth to just above the thick head of Draco's cock so his breath fanned it as he spoke, "you could still satisfy someone's oral fixation." It wasn't difficult to figure out whose oral fixation he meant. Draco knew how much Harry liked having his fat dick in his mouth.
Harry's eyes slipped shut as he allowed Draco's cock into his mouth. Deep blow jobs were something Harry didn't get to give too often because, even though he loved the strain and the pain that came with sucking such a large cock, it was also an easy way for him to completely lose his voice.
He couldn't always afford that, and today was one of those days. If he wanted to continue their little scene, he would need his voice. Still, he relaxed his throat and forced Draco's dick as far in as it would go—not all the way yet, regretfully, but he was determined to manage that one day.
After enjoying the weight and stretch of Draco's cock for a moment that was far too short for his liking, Harry leisurely sucked his way back up, ignoring Draco's hand in his hair trying to push him back down. He swirled his tongue around the head, then sucked it into his mouth before releasing it with a wet, exaggerated pop and attempting a disappointed sigh.
Harry cleared his throat preemptively, then gave Draco his best pitying look. "Even when I try my hardest, I can't fit all of you," he complained, holding Draco's eye and delighting in how wrecked he already looked. "All those extra inches, wasted," Harry bemoaned wistfully, then grinned wickedly. "How pathetic."
Draco broke their eye contact by throwing his head back on the cushion with a whimper, his thighs shaking in Harry's hold. He was close, very close for how little they'd done yet. At this rate, he wouldn't make it until Harry got his cock inside. Well, Harry mused with a smirk, guess he'll have to come twice.
"Harry," Draco moaned, his hips bucking up. Harry trailed one hand up his side, smiling as Draco shivered and moaned again. He slipped his other hand below one of Draco's knees and pushed his leg up and out of the way. "Shit," Draco whimpered, reaching a hand down to cover himself. Harry swatted it away with a huff.
"Come on," he said sweetly. "Let me look." Hooking Draco's ankle over his shoulder, he grabbed one of his arse cheeks with his freed hand and pulled it out of the way. The sight of the small, wrinkled hole made Harry inhale sharply. He'd caught slivers of it before and had had to try so hard every time not to touch it. The fact that he could now was electrifying.
With bated breath, he let his fingers inch closer and closer to the pink hole until the pads of his fingers were gently tracing the rim. He heard Draco suck in a breath, and the hole under his fingers clenched. He was about to finger Draco. Holy shit. A snap of the fingers of his other hand conjured lube onto the fingers prodding at Draco's arse, and he didn't waste any more time before sliding his middle finger inside.
He was met with surprisingly little resistance, even as he quickly added his pointer. Harry hummed pensively, stealing a glance at Draco's face. Draco was the picture of embarrassment at having his secret exposed, his face flushed and turned to the side, his eyes squeezed shut in preparation for whatever Harry's reaction would be.
"How long have you been keeping this from me, Draco?" Harry asked, trying not to let the sliver of disappointment he felt slip into his words. Draco's eyes flitted to Harry's, wide and anticipatory. "You were so convinced I would laugh at you," Harry mused in a sad tone before turning harsh once more. "Yet here you are, moaning like a bitch from me doing exactly that. Oh, the irony."
To help emphasise Harry's point, or perhaps simply because Draco had been reduced to nothing more than a wreck, Draco moaned and ground down onto Harry's fingers. Harry swallowed thickly before continuing, "You're so pathetic, Draco. Running from me, denying yourself this—all of this." Harry crooked his fingers up, wondering in the back of his mind where Draco's sweet spot could be.
Draco gasped sharply, the little sound fuelling Harry. He moved his fingers around for a bit, feeling for where the warm walls of Draco's arse smoothed out. It didn't take him long to find it, and he relished Draco's sudden, loud moan.
"There you go! Doesn't that feel good?" Harry teased, rubbing his fingers over the spot in circular motions. The stimulation Harry knew to be overwhelming was evident in Draco's wild thrashing and gasped expletives.
"I bet I could make you come just from this," Harry boasted with a laugh. "I wouldn't even need to touch your big. Fat. Useless. Cock." He emphasised every word with his thumb pressed to Draco's taint and his fingers pushed right against the smooth bundle of nerves.
To his delighted surprise, Draco came on the spot, as though Harry's words had commanded him to. His back arched off the couch as his giant cock covered his stomach in fat ropes of cum. Harry had to hold himself back from leaning down and licking him clean, and the sight was making him aware of how painful his own erection was and how close he was to coming himself.
Harry stroked Draco's prostate through his orgasm, then stopped his movements but didn't remove his fingers. He gave Draco a second to recover, watching the rise and fall of his chest slowly settle back down. Draco was gorgeous like this, in the afterglow of his orgasm, but Harry wasn't done with him just yet. He'd promised Draco that he would fuck him, and he would.
"Fuck, that big cock of yours really is just useless decoration," Harry said appreciatively after a beat, wrapping a hand around Draco's softening cock and beginning to stroke him back to full hardness. Draco's eyes snapped down to him, but he nodded when prompted for permission with a look. "I actually didn't even need to touch it for you to come," Harry continued smoothly, gently adding a third finger.
"Honestly, Draco, that's fucking pathetic," he said with a deliberate edge to his voice. "You should be embarrassed over this." Draco's breath caught in his throat, and for a second, Harry worried that he'd gone too far. But Draco's eyes were wide, dark with desire, and Harry effortlessly shoved the worry down. "You should be utterly ashamed of how ungrateful you are, preferring getting fucked over using your glorious cock for good. It's absolutely pitiable. I pity your fat, useless cock."
He started moving his fingers in and out, slowly picking up the pace of both his hands until he was satisfied with Draco's once more sizeable—fuck, he'd never get used to that—erection. Smirking in anticipation for Draco's reaction, he removed the hand from Draco's cock, letting the heavy cock slap against Draco's stomach. Draco's whine as he begged Harry for his hand back with his eyes was quite satisfactory.
Harry rolled his eyes with a scathing laugh. "Come now, Draco," he said. "Useless things don't deserve my attention. Your big cock might make a pretty picture, but it's not really good for anything, is it?" Draco gasped, his hips grinding down to meet Harry's fingers halfway. "Is it?" Harry asked once more, refusing to let Draco avoid answering his questions a second time.
"Yeah," Draco breathed in between soft moans.
"Yeah, what?"
The smooth pale skin of Draco's neck was begging for Harry's mouth when he rested his head back again with a stuttered gasp. "Harry," Draco pleaded. Harry responded by pressing his fingers directly against Draco's prostate and holding them there. "It's useless," he whispered in between moans.
"What's useless?" Harry asked, stifling his laugh. Draco shot him a withering look for a moment until it fell apart with furrowed brows and a dropped jaw.
"Fuck you," Draco gasped out, writhing on Harry's fingers to get them moving again. Harry tutted disapprovingly. He watched closely as Draco's resolve faltered bit by bit, and the words Draco finally uttered went straight to Harry's cock. "My useless big dick." The words seemed to affect Draco a lot as well, as said dick throbbed and leaked onto his stomach.
"Was that so hard?" Harry mocked him and started moving his fingers again. Every other time that he pressed against Draco's prostate after that, Draco's fat cock leaked more and more precum onto his stomach, until it was a near-constant stream of goodness that Harry struggled to stay away from.
"Look at you, moaning like a whore with only three of my fingers in your arse," Harry couldn't help but tease, even as he worried Draco was getting a bit too close to his second orgasm, writhing and moaning as he was. "All that weight on you, but you're leaking buckets just from me fingering you."
"Harry," Draco whined, his hips stuttering alarmingly the next time he ground down, and Harry quickly removed his fingers. "No!" Draco called after them, then made a noise in between a whine and a whimper, one shaky hand reaching out for Harry.
"Sorry, love, not yet," Harry soothed him.
As he let Draco come back down, he took a moment himself to catch his breath so he wouldn't come from merely touching his cock before quickly taking himself out of his pants. His cock might not compare to Draco's, but he certainly wasn't anything below average. He conjured more lube onto his hands and spread it over his aching erection, hissing as his cock finally got some attention.
By the time Harry was ready, Draco had calmed down enough. His chest wasn't rising as fast anymore, and his eyes were sparkling with thinly veiled excitement as he looked at Harry. "Ready?" Harry asked, because as excited as he also was to finally fuck Draco, it was still their first time.
Draco's smile was dazzling when he nodded, and his voice more than eager. "Absolutely."
Harry grinned back and gently held on to one of Draco's hips as he lined himself up. He took a few steadying breaths before pushing forward and easily breaching Draco's rim. He received a little more resistance the rest of the way in, but nothing that soured the look of pure bliss on Draco's face, so he found no reason to stop until he was all the way in.
And fuck, Draco's arse was much warmer and tighter than Harry could remember an arse being. It had been way too long. By the time he'd bottomed out, he was torturously close again. The littlest stimulation could push him over the edge, and Draco's smirk made it clear that he knew that, too.
Harry shot him a look, warning him to not ruin their first time with his games, and Draco rolled his eyes in defeat.
"Thank you," Harry forced out in a strained whisper, smiling when Draco blushed a little. "Give me just a bit."
Draco's torso moved as he chuckled, but he thankfully remained still around Harry's cock. Harry breathed heavily in and out only a few times. He was still close, but not painfully so, and he couldn't wait much longer. He flexed his hold on Draco's hips in warning before pulling out slowly and slamming back inside with experimental force.
"Fuck," Draco gasped out, his head thrown back. A laugh rose from Harry's chest, forced out of him by the incredible feeling of finally getting to do this, of finally getting to fuck Draco. He needed a few more thrusts to get a rhythm going—he'd got out of practise after months of not fucking someone—but once he did, he was instantly lost in the feeling.
Harry groaned low, leaning over to rest his forehead on Draco's shoulder as he thrust in and out of Draco at a pace he hoped felt good to him, because it felt so good to Harry that he doubted he could stop. From the moans in his ear and the hands grabbing wildly at his back, it sure seemed like he was enjoying himself.
Draco was still so tight around him, and Harry was dimly aware that he was supposed to do more than mindlessly chase his own pleasure. With a moan, he pushed himself back up and tried to reacquaint himself with the situation without slowing his thrusts.
"Shit, Draco, look at you," he gasped, with more wonder than was appropriate for what should have been degrading. "Your cock—" so pretty, no degrading, fuck— "Draco~" Somewhere in between Draco's continuous string of moans, he managed a giggle, right as Harry felt he'd gotten his grip back on his degrading side. "Fuck, you're wonderful," he breathed instead.
At least his failure made Draco's face light up, and Harry stopped trying in vain to think about what he was saying before he said it. He could hardly hear his own words over the sounds of his hips slapping against Draco's arse cheeks and the rushing in his ears, finding himself lost in the moment and completely fine with it.
"Gonna—fuck—make you come untouched again," Harry gasped out, aiming for Draco's prostate with purpose every time he thrust in. They were both getting close again—Harry could tell from the way Draco's thighs trembled and his hole clenched around Harry's cock. Draco's own large cock rested heavy on his stomach in a mixture of cum and precum.
"You're just lying there and taking it," Harry managed to tease at last. "Loving it. Fuck. If only you knew how to—hah—use your fat cock right. Then—then, Draco, fuck—" Fuck, Harry was close, hanging on by a thread, but he had to make Draco come. "Then maybe it wouldn't be so fucking wasted on yo—"
His last word descended into a moan as he finally crashed over the edge, the final push a last clench of Draco's arse before he, too, came with a moan so loud it was practically a scream. Harry kept up his thrusts to the best of his ability until his orgasm ebbed away, and he faltered from overstimulation and exhaustion.
He let himself collapse on top of Draco, his softening cock slipping out with the motion, and sighed contentedly when Draco's arms held him close. "Just for the record," Harry managed after a moment, "I fucking love your cock."