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xellas! Through some miracle of inspiration and hard work and much poking from pre_raphaelite1 I have finished you birthday fic on time. It's still your birthday where you are, right? Anyway, I humbly present to you my very first Harry/Draco, where a deflowering takes place, but not much else. Hope you enjoy!
Title: A Short Discourse on Physical Love, or, Educating Mr. Potter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Words: 4038
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns these characters, I have no permission to use them and I am making no money out of this. No infringement of copyright is intended.
Both characters are over 18.
A Short Discourse on Physical Love
Draco stared. And stared. And then he started laughing, and Harry thought about emptying his bottle of beer on the other man’s head. Maybe he should do that anyway. Might be fun.
“What the hell is so funny?”
“You. How can you be a. At the age of twenty-four. Bloody hell, Potter, if I’d thought you were that desperate I would have taken care of you myself ages ago.”
Harry scowled. Or at least, attempted to form a scowl on his face; he was a bit drunk and he wasn’t sure if he’d managed.
“As if I’d let you.”
“Now, now, Potter. Let’s be civil. If I am going to help you out…”
“Who said I wanted your help?”
Okay, that might have come off a bit more violently than necessary; Draco certainly looked shocked. But Harry was still upright. And his bottle was too.
Draco sighed, imbuing the little sound with all the melodrama of a camp aristocrat talking to a peasant.
“Potter, why would you tell me you are a virgin if you didn’t want my advice on the matter?”
“Because you asked me, you stupid twit! And I was drunk! You should know better than to come and ask me anything when I’m like this!”
Draco snickered.
“Well, you probably are oblivious enough to actually think that. However, since this sorry matter has come into my attention, it would be churlish of me not to assist you.”
“What if I don’t want your help?”
“Then you’re just going to have to bear it manfully like a proper Gryffindor. You know, lie back and think of Godric. Or, perhaps not.”
Draco made a little moue of distaste.
“But anyway…”
“Wait wait wait wait. I’ve told you I don’t want anything from you.”
Draco smiled and Harry felt more drunk than he had been all evening.
“We shall see, then, won’t we?”
Suddenly Draco had disappeared and Harry started wondering whether it had all been a very disturbing and delusional dream, when a voice whispered in his ear:
“Stand up, Potter.”
There were hands under his arms lifting him up, and after swaying a few moments, Harry was standing mostly on his own feet.
Then there was a warm mouth on his neck and Harry stiffened.
“Let’s see what it would take, then.”
There were hands sliding down his backside, and into his front, and Harry squeaked.
“All seems to be in working order. I’m sure that once you’re sober, you should have no trouble performing.”
Harry turned around and grabbed hold of Draco’s shirt.
“ I have no trouble performing now, you idiot! It’s not about that! If I wanted to find some stranger to shag, don’t you think I would have done that by now instead of complaining to you about it?”
“What is it, then, Harry? What do you want?”
There was a serious undertone in Draco’s voice, and Harry let go of his shirt. They were standing very close, and Harry’s blood was humming in his ears, touching and alcohol making adrenaline run in his body.
“None of your fucking business.”
He stepped back, still looking at Draco.
“Now leave me alone.”
Harry turned away and went back to his chair.
“Why not me, then? You know me well enough to know that I won’t go telling stories afterwards. We are not friends, so you wouldn’t lose anything. And okay, yes, I will make fun of you, but not so much you’d actually be embarrassed. You seem immune to my sarcasm these days.”
Malfoy actually sounded disappointed. If Harry hadn’t been so lost in his self-pity he would have smiled.
“And I’m really, really good.”
He should have been too drunk to get goose bumps on his spine at that. But suddenly Draco’s voice was a lot closer and Harry was wondering whether that was a draft or a hot breath on his neck. But it wouldn’t do to tell him that, or to tell him of any of the other things Harry had been wondering about.
“Maybe.”
: :
Malfoy’s flat was much like he’d expected it to be; expensive furniture and lots of green. Malfoy liked green, Harry didn’t, and they’d had many drunken conversations about how a person with green eyes can detest the colour, and whether that is a question of tragic self-loathing (Malfoy) or merely house pride (Harry). Like most of their arguments, whether on Order business or Ministry policy or the tackiness of Harry’s robes, they had ended with many insults and mild hexes.
Malfoy had welcomed him with a large glass of red wine and a smirk, and ushered him to the bedroom as soon as he had arrived. The huge four-poster bed was another cliché, and Harry opened his mouth to make a comment about over compensation when he felt warm hands on his neck, opening his coat. Malfoy was standing behind him, his body not quite close enough to touch, but close enough to make Harry think about it and wonder whether he would.
“All right there, Potter? Drink your wine, this is expensive stuff. And good for the nerves.”
“I’m not nervous.”
“No? You’re not worried about being naked and spread out before me, being trembling and helpless before a Slytherin? Not nervous about having my cock inside you, about whether it will hurt, and whether you can handle it?”
Harry took a long sip from his glass, all the time looking at Draco.
“No.”
There was a slow smile this time, not merely a show of amusement, designed to insult and aggravate. Malfoy was looking at Harry as if he were naked and helpless already, searching for any reaction, keen to note and use whatever he found. Harry took another drink.
“I’d be nervous if I were you.”
“Really?”
Harry tried to imbue the word with as much sarcasm as possible, however, Malfoy didn’t seem that impressed. Probably too interested in whatever he was about to say next. Egotistical prat.
“Oh yes. First time and all, and there so much trust required, so much anxiety. You’ll have to trust me not to hurt you, for one, which is a very real concern for those about to be fucked up the arse. And trust me not to make fun of you, which, well, will probably happen, but not in a way that will traumatise you permanently, I hope. A very sensitive issue, sex.”
Harry lowered his eyes, and swirled the wine in his glass. It was quite obvious, what Malfoy was trying to do. Make him more nervous, make him talk about why he was nervous and share his anxiety with Malfoy. As if that wasn’t a more nerve-wracking idea.
“If you say so, Malfoy. Now can we get on with it?”
Malfoy scowled and Harry allowed himself half a smirk as he took another drink.
“Very well. I said I’d teach you how to have sex, but you know, there’s more to it then what to do with your cock. Some people even do it with feelings.”
Now Harry felt like scowling, and there were tendrils of anxiety worming their way through his belly. He finished the wine.
“I’m sure they do, but that’s not something we need to worry about, is it? Just get on with it.”
Draco gave Harry a long look, but said nothing more as he stepped closer and started to unbutton his robes. He was wearing a green tie and a dark grey shirt, with green trousers, and Harry wondered whether the occasion really merited such formal clothes. He was about to giggle when Draco spoke.
“There’s one thing we need to do first, to make sure this is going to work.”
There was going to be a test? Harry began to feel a little ill.
“What?”
“A kiss, Potter. To see if this is going to work? I trust you have had a kiss before?”
“Of course, you nitwit, I’ve…”
“Potter, what did we say about calling me names?”
That only endearments coupled with phrases such as harder, more, were allowed. Harry felt it would be prudent not to voice this at the moment, so he remained quiet.
“Right, then. Close your eyes.”
“No.”
“What do you mean, ‘No’?”
“I want to keep my eyes open.”
Draco looked at him for a moment, then gave a slow smile that made Harry wonder if he had surprised Draco or whether he was about to be slowly devoured. The latter, he hoped.
“Okay.”
Draco lifted his hands to hold Harry’s face, his thumbs resting just in front of Harry’s ears, stroking slowly. His breath was warm on Harry’s face, and the urge to close his eyes was overwhelming; he wanted to give in, feel everything, lose any sense of himself and just feel. But there was a challenge in this as well, a challenge not be a poor ignorant boy that Draco was taking pity on. He kept his eyes open.
Draco’s lips pressed softly on the corner of Harry’s mouth, and then on the other corner, slow, hot kisses all around his mouth until Draco snaked his tongue along the line of his closed lips, and Harry opened his mouth. There was a moan, and it took Harry a moment to realise that it wasn’t his. But Draco’s eyes were still open, and his fingers were still stroking Harry’s cheeks.
Harry sidled his mouth across Draco’s, his lips moving along the contours of the other man’s mouth, looking for places that would cause shivers in the body before him. Draco pressed closer and swirled his tongue on the inside of Harry’s lips, and there was a battle in this now, of who could bear such intensity before it became too much, who could handle this intimacy without closing his eyes. Harry’s hands found their way to Draco’s waist.
And then Draco pulled back, grinned and licked his lips.
“Well. I can see no problems here.”
It was somehow very comforting to see the familiar smirk and feel the familiar urge to punch Malfoy. However, there were other ways to go about this.
“What’s next, then?”
“Very demanding, aren’t you, Potter?”
Draco tilted his head and smiled, looking up and down Harry’s body. Harry resisted the urge to shiver, but couldn’t quite help getting flushed.
“On the bed, I think. For more experimentation.”
“More experimentation? What do you mean…”
And then he was pushed, neatly and smoothly, on to the huge bed. Draco was quick to climb after him and arrange Harry’s limbs to his satisfaction, arms stretched above his head, legs slightly spread.
“Ligate.”
Black leather thongs came swirling from behind the bed and tied themselves around Harry’s wrists. He felt his legs being pulled apart as the strips wound their way around his ankles the bedposts. Harry swallowed. Draco was sitting at the foot of the bed, between his legs, and smirking.
“Nudate.”
Harry’s clothes vanished. Draco moved closer and sat on his knees between Harry’s legs, looking over the naked body before him. It occurred to Harry that finding himself naked and tied up before Draco Malfoy was not perhaps such a good idea after all. The position was making him feel very vulnerable, and the look of glee on Malfoy’s face was making it worse.
“Um, what are you doing?”
“Just a little test, Harry.”
Not another one. To see whether Harry would run screaming, perhaps, and was too much a coward to ever lose his virginity?
“And what is this testing, precisely? Other than to see how very perverted you are, and we all knew that already.”
“To see whether you enjoy being tied up. And from the looks of it, you do.”
Draco was pointing at Harry’s cock, which was showing itself to be violently interested in the events. Draco trailed a solitary finger along the vein underneath it and Harry hissed.
“Who’d have known? The Boy Who Lived likes to be tied up. Perhaps not so surprising, after all; all that responsibility, never being allowed to let go, always in control...”
Draco’s voice was getting hypnotic. For once he didn’t sound like he was making fun of Harry, but rather hoping to make sense of an interesting scientific discovery.
“Aperite.”
The strings on his hands and legs became loose, but Harry didn’t move, still paralysed by the tone of Draco’s voice.
“Perhaps something to try later on, then.”
Now the sarcastic amusement was back, and Harry blinked and sat up.
“Perhaps the next experiment would be for you to get naked as well. So I can learn more.”
Harry was getting fond of surprising Draco. And the very dirty smiles he tended to get as the result of said surprises. Draco looked like he was about to wink like a stage villain, as he stood up and got to the business of undressing. Sharp movements, pulling off the tie, opening the tight buttons of his shirt. Swiftly stepping off his trousers and boxers. Smiling with his teeth as Harry swallowed and moved back.
“Well, then.”
Draco was on his knees, moving closer as Harry fought the urge to snap his legs together.
“Next, I think, we should address foreplay. I trust you are familiar with concept?”
“Yes, I’m familiar with the concept, I’m not a bloody…”
“Potter.”
“Sorry.”
“Right then. Foreplay can consist of a variety of things, all kinds of kissing and touching, and this depends on the person and what they find pleasurable. Some people like to have attention on their nipples, whereas others dislike any touching of the area…”
Draco tweaked Harry to make his point.
“Ouch!”
“Not that hard, eh? Hmmm, perhaps…”
And then Draco was licking the abused nipple and Harry was very still, partly from shock to Malfoy’s approach to teaching and partly because he was curious to see whether he would like it. It felt wet, and soft, and mildly pleasant.
“Well?”
“I don’t know, it’s just…yeah.”
Draco lifted an eyebrow.
“Eloquent as ever, Potter? No matter, we shall see later on.”
“Huh?”
“Now, blowjobs.”
Draco had moved back and was idly stroking Harry’s knee, his eyes moving between the slickened nipple and Harry’s cock.
“Now, every man has his own preference. Some only like attention at the tip of the cock,” Draco demonstrated and Harry clutched the sheets, “whereas some prefer the deep throat method, which is to swallow the whole cock down your throat. This, of course, depends on the size of the prick and the size of the throat, however, it is possible to loosen the muscles at the back of the throat. But not everyone can do this. And of course, there are other things that can be done; mere sucking can become boring after a while, and there are licks and strokes and bites…”
“Bites?”
“…which can be used to tease and to heighten the pleasure. Now, do you have any idea of what kind of stuff you would like?”
Harry was sure there was something wrong with how turned on he was becoming during Draco’s lecture. Such precise distribution of information and such teacher-like manners shouldn’t be so sexy. But then, Harry reasoned, Professor Lupin had never taught him with his mouth an inch from Harry’s naked cock.
“Um, I’m not sure.”
Draco frowned.
“Didn’t you say you’ve had blowjobs before?”
“Yes, but that was a long time ago. I’ve forgotten. I think you should try them all, just to be sure.”
At that Draco smirked, and mumbled something like we’ll make a Slytherin of you yet, and bend his head to the task at hand. There was licking, as he had promised, long slow licks from the base of his cock to the tip, with a delicate tongue, a deliberate tongue. Draco moved his lips up and down, breathing air on Harry’s cock every now and then, sucking the tip and swirling his tongue along the slit. Draco’s fingers were trailing along his balls, touching the smooth flesh behind them as Harry shivered. There was pleasure building up in his belly, but it was too fast, too much, and Harry couldn’t decide whether he wanted to pull Draco up by his hair or to keep his head in place and fuck his mouth, and then he was coming, and oh god that was somehow worse, or better, than what had happened before.
Draco looked smug, and licked the crease between his thigh and his stomach. Harry shuddered again.
“Now, another thing you should be aware of is balls.”
“I’m aware of my balls, Malfoy…”
“Some men enjoy being touched there, others can’t stand it; that’s something you should keep in mind and research…”
Harry had a sudden image of Hermione sitting in the library surrounded by balls in various shapes and colours, and sniggered.
“But that’s a question for another time.”
All this felt strangely clinical, applying stimulation to the appropriate body part, but it was better this way, Harry thought, without snuggling and random kisses. This wasn’t about intimacy but about sex, and learning, even though Harry felt slightly ridiculous lying on his back with his legs pulled apart and thinking about knowledge. Yet there was something unnerving in the way Draco kept touching him, even if it was for a purpose.
Draco moved closer and gently placed Harry’s legs on his shoulders. His fingers were stroking Harry’s stomach, soft pressure that he knew was supposed to make him relax, make him forget that his legs were spread open and vulnerable. Draco’s mouth was flickering on Harry’s neck, making him shiver as teeth and tongue moved along his collarbone, his ribs, his navel. There were thumbs trailing the juncture of his thighs, nails flicking on the private flesh, trying to draw his attention from what was about to happen.
Draco pressed a brief kiss on Harry’s inner thigh and sat up.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes. Just get on with it.”
Draco lifted both eyebrows.
“This is not something one should do in a hurry. Especially as it is your first time. Preparation is very important and,,,”
“Yeah yeah yeah, just do it.”
Another long look, and Harry pressed his feet firmly on the bed to keep from shaking.
“Right then.”
Draco leaned over and picked up a condom and a packet of lube from the bedside table. He kept looking at Harry as he smoothed the condom over his cock, careful fingers drawing attention to the swollen veins, the dark colour a shocking contrast to his pale skin. There was something obscene in all this, the nudity, the practiced movements of Draco’s hands as he poured a large dollop of lube on his hand and started coating his fingers with it. His hands weren’t that big, not too big, but long and slim and confident. Harry stared at the glistening fingers and decided that it would be better to look at the ceiling.
The first touch of cold hands made Harry jerk, but he stayed still as Draco circled his hole, smooth and non-threatening. The first probing finger felt strange but didn’t hurt, not at first.
“Harry.”
Malfoy was moving his other hand across Harry’s stomach, trailing slight nails along his ribs, but it wasn’t distracting enough.
“Harry. Does this feel okay?”
It wasn’t the pain, that wasn’t so bad and he’d had worse. But his legs were pressed against Malfoy, scrunched up between them and he couldn’t move his legs, he had to stay still and spread open, paralysed by those fingers. Biting his lip didn’t help and Harry flexed his hands on the sheets.
“Yeah. It’s fine.”
Draco frowned and nodded, and curled his finger. Harry closed his eyes.
“That won’t help, you know. Closing your eyes won’t shut me out. It’ll make you feel everything more intensely, and it won’t hide what it feels like. I can still see you, Harry.”
Harry opened his eyes. Draco was staring at him, his fingers working at an obscene angle, stretching inside him.
“Why did you want to do this?”
There was little uncertainty in his voice, but clearly it gave Malfoy something he wanted to hear because the grin was back, more intimate than before.
“Because I get to be the first person who fucks you. You’re letting me inside you, you’re letting me see what it does to you, when you can’t control it yet. You’re letting me inside your body, Harry.”
Malfoy was leaning down with every word and Harry couldn’t move back, couldn’t move away because there was another finger inside him now and his legs were trapped between them and Malfoy’s mouth was too close.
“Just get on with it.”
Draco stopped, then slid down to nuzzle Harry’s neck. The fingers were removed, and proceeded to tug lazily at Harry’s cock, still sensitive from his orgasm. There was a soft bite on his right earlobe and Harry stretched, his neck pulled taut. Draco leaned down and gave a long savouring lick from Harry’s adam’s apple to his jaw, and then he pushed in, slow and inexorable.
“You okay?”
“Yes, Malfoy. Just get on with it.”
Draco grinned, and pushed further.
“Just checking. The first part is the hardest, if you pardon the pun, there’s a tight ring of muscle that needs to be loose before…”
“Malfoy, really don’t need a lecture right now.”
“Okay.”
It hurt, more than the fingers, but Draco’s breath was against Harry’s lips and he could feel the trembling of Draco’s body even as he pressed against him.
“Harry. If at any point you feel…that is, if it’s too much, then just say so. I’ll stop and we can wait, and there are things you can do…”
“It’s fine.”
Draco had pulled back a little and now was pushing in again. There was a trickle of sweat forming on his hairline and another on the corner of his mouth. Harry licked the underside of his jaw, and heard Draco give a shaky laugh.
And then he moved back and pushed in again, one long fluid movement that forced a breathless groan from Harry’s throat, and Draco’s hand was stroking Harry’s cock, his fingers rough and slippery, moving in a jagged rhythm. Harry couldn’t move but it was all right because his body was moving without him, and he couldn’t help it but there were noises coming from his mouth, moans that he couldn’t control and it still hurt, and it was good.
Then Draco shuddered, and pressed his mouth to Harry’s neck, still in motion, still flicking his fingers around Harry. He didn’t stop until Harry had jerked his hips and come all over Draco’s hand.
Draco pulled out and Harry let his legs fall down, carelessly loose on the bed, unmoving. Draco stretched down to lie beside him, boneless and ungraceful, and pulled the sheets over them both.
“Malfoy, there’s no need to cuddle, we’re not doing this because of…”
“Potter, I’m tired, you seem incapable of moving and we are in a bed. It’s late. Going to sleep in the same bed does not signify eternal devotion. It merely suggests a desire to sleep. A convenience even. Something that should please you.”
Draco gave him a dirty look, and grabbed his wand from the table.
“Nox.”
: :
The next morning Harry woke up to sharp sunlight in his eyes and Draco Malfoy, lying on his side looking at Harry with a suspicious glint in his eyes.
“Was it good for you, Potter?”
Harry yawned.
“Well, it was all right.”
Entitled smugness turning into outrage was one of the most pleasurable things Harry had ever seen. Perhaps not a good enough reason to do this, but there was still more to be done, and perhaps more reasons too.
“All right? Potter…”
Harry moved over so that his upper body was resting on Draco and his hands were holding the other man in place, his mouth an inch from Draco’s fluttering eyelids.
“It was enjoyable enough, I suppose, but not really what I wanted. Didn’t really teach me what I wanted to know, about how to…do stuff.”
Harry trailed his teeth along Draco’s jaw.
“So really, we need to do it all over again, so I can learn properly.”
xellas! Through some miracle of inspiration and hard work and much poking from pre_raphaelite1 I have finished you birthday fic on time. It's still your birthday where you are, right? Anyway, I humbly present to you my very first Harry/Draco, where a deflowering takes place, but not much else. Hope you enjoy!Title: A Short Discourse on Physical Love, or, Educating Mr. Potter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Words: 4038
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns these characters, I have no permission to use them and I am making no money out of this. No infringement of copyright is intended.
Both characters are over 18.
A Short Discourse on Physical Love
Draco stared. And stared. And then he started laughing, and Harry thought about emptying his bottle of beer on the other man’s head. Maybe he should do that anyway. Might be fun.
“What the hell is so funny?”
“You. How can you be a. At the age of twenty-four. Bloody hell, Potter, if I’d thought you were that desperate I would have taken care of you myself ages ago.”
Harry scowled. Or at least, attempted to form a scowl on his face; he was a bit drunk and he wasn’t sure if he’d managed.
“As if I’d let you.”
“Now, now, Potter. Let’s be civil. If I am going to help you out…”
“Who said I wanted your help?”
Okay, that might have come off a bit more violently than necessary; Draco certainly looked shocked. But Harry was still upright. And his bottle was too.
Draco sighed, imbuing the little sound with all the melodrama of a camp aristocrat talking to a peasant.
“Potter, why would you tell me you are a virgin if you didn’t want my advice on the matter?”
“Because you asked me, you stupid twit! And I was drunk! You should know better than to come and ask me anything when I’m like this!”
Draco snickered.
“Well, you probably are oblivious enough to actually think that. However, since this sorry matter has come into my attention, it would be churlish of me not to assist you.”
“What if I don’t want your help?”
“Then you’re just going to have to bear it manfully like a proper Gryffindor. You know, lie back and think of Godric. Or, perhaps not.”
Draco made a little moue of distaste.
“But anyway…”
“Wait wait wait wait. I’ve told you I don’t want anything from you.”
Draco smiled and Harry felt more drunk than he had been all evening.
“We shall see, then, won’t we?”
Suddenly Draco had disappeared and Harry started wondering whether it had all been a very disturbing and delusional dream, when a voice whispered in his ear:
“Stand up, Potter.”
There were hands under his arms lifting him up, and after swaying a few moments, Harry was standing mostly on his own feet.
Then there was a warm mouth on his neck and Harry stiffened.
“Let’s see what it would take, then.”
There were hands sliding down his backside, and into his front, and Harry squeaked.
“All seems to be in working order. I’m sure that once you’re sober, you should have no trouble performing.”
Harry turned around and grabbed hold of Draco’s shirt.
“ I have no trouble performing now, you idiot! It’s not about that! If I wanted to find some stranger to shag, don’t you think I would have done that by now instead of complaining to you about it?”
“What is it, then, Harry? What do you want?”
There was a serious undertone in Draco’s voice, and Harry let go of his shirt. They were standing very close, and Harry’s blood was humming in his ears, touching and alcohol making adrenaline run in his body.
“None of your fucking business.”
He stepped back, still looking at Draco.
“Now leave me alone.”
Harry turned away and went back to his chair.
“Why not me, then? You know me well enough to know that I won’t go telling stories afterwards. We are not friends, so you wouldn’t lose anything. And okay, yes, I will make fun of you, but not so much you’d actually be embarrassed. You seem immune to my sarcasm these days.”
Malfoy actually sounded disappointed. If Harry hadn’t been so lost in his self-pity he would have smiled.
“And I’m really, really good.”
He should have been too drunk to get goose bumps on his spine at that. But suddenly Draco’s voice was a lot closer and Harry was wondering whether that was a draft or a hot breath on his neck. But it wouldn’t do to tell him that, or to tell him of any of the other things Harry had been wondering about.
“Maybe.”
: :
Malfoy’s flat was much like he’d expected it to be; expensive furniture and lots of green. Malfoy liked green, Harry didn’t, and they’d had many drunken conversations about how a person with green eyes can detest the colour, and whether that is a question of tragic self-loathing (Malfoy) or merely house pride (Harry). Like most of their arguments, whether on Order business or Ministry policy or the tackiness of Harry’s robes, they had ended with many insults and mild hexes.
Malfoy had welcomed him with a large glass of red wine and a smirk, and ushered him to the bedroom as soon as he had arrived. The huge four-poster bed was another cliché, and Harry opened his mouth to make a comment about over compensation when he felt warm hands on his neck, opening his coat. Malfoy was standing behind him, his body not quite close enough to touch, but close enough to make Harry think about it and wonder whether he would.
“All right there, Potter? Drink your wine, this is expensive stuff. And good for the nerves.”
“I’m not nervous.”
“No? You’re not worried about being naked and spread out before me, being trembling and helpless before a Slytherin? Not nervous about having my cock inside you, about whether it will hurt, and whether you can handle it?”
Harry took a long sip from his glass, all the time looking at Draco.
“No.”
There was a slow smile this time, not merely a show of amusement, designed to insult and aggravate. Malfoy was looking at Harry as if he were naked and helpless already, searching for any reaction, keen to note and use whatever he found. Harry took another drink.
“I’d be nervous if I were you.”
“Really?”
Harry tried to imbue the word with as much sarcasm as possible, however, Malfoy didn’t seem that impressed. Probably too interested in whatever he was about to say next. Egotistical prat.
“Oh yes. First time and all, and there so much trust required, so much anxiety. You’ll have to trust me not to hurt you, for one, which is a very real concern for those about to be fucked up the arse. And trust me not to make fun of you, which, well, will probably happen, but not in a way that will traumatise you permanently, I hope. A very sensitive issue, sex.”
Harry lowered his eyes, and swirled the wine in his glass. It was quite obvious, what Malfoy was trying to do. Make him more nervous, make him talk about why he was nervous and share his anxiety with Malfoy. As if that wasn’t a more nerve-wracking idea.
“If you say so, Malfoy. Now can we get on with it?”
Malfoy scowled and Harry allowed himself half a smirk as he took another drink.
“Very well. I said I’d teach you how to have sex, but you know, there’s more to it then what to do with your cock. Some people even do it with feelings.”
Now Harry felt like scowling, and there were tendrils of anxiety worming their way through his belly. He finished the wine.
“I’m sure they do, but that’s not something we need to worry about, is it? Just get on with it.”
Draco gave Harry a long look, but said nothing more as he stepped closer and started to unbutton his robes. He was wearing a green tie and a dark grey shirt, with green trousers, and Harry wondered whether the occasion really merited such formal clothes. He was about to giggle when Draco spoke.
“There’s one thing we need to do first, to make sure this is going to work.”
There was going to be a test? Harry began to feel a little ill.
“What?”
“A kiss, Potter. To see if this is going to work? I trust you have had a kiss before?”
“Of course, you nitwit, I’ve…”
“Potter, what did we say about calling me names?”
That only endearments coupled with phrases such as harder, more, were allowed. Harry felt it would be prudent not to voice this at the moment, so he remained quiet.
“Right, then. Close your eyes.”
“No.”
“What do you mean, ‘No’?”
“I want to keep my eyes open.”
Draco looked at him for a moment, then gave a slow smile that made Harry wonder if he had surprised Draco or whether he was about to be slowly devoured. The latter, he hoped.
“Okay.”
Draco lifted his hands to hold Harry’s face, his thumbs resting just in front of Harry’s ears, stroking slowly. His breath was warm on Harry’s face, and the urge to close his eyes was overwhelming; he wanted to give in, feel everything, lose any sense of himself and just feel. But there was a challenge in this as well, a challenge not be a poor ignorant boy that Draco was taking pity on. He kept his eyes open.
Draco’s lips pressed softly on the corner of Harry’s mouth, and then on the other corner, slow, hot kisses all around his mouth until Draco snaked his tongue along the line of his closed lips, and Harry opened his mouth. There was a moan, and it took Harry a moment to realise that it wasn’t his. But Draco’s eyes were still open, and his fingers were still stroking Harry’s cheeks.
Harry sidled his mouth across Draco’s, his lips moving along the contours of the other man’s mouth, looking for places that would cause shivers in the body before him. Draco pressed closer and swirled his tongue on the inside of Harry’s lips, and there was a battle in this now, of who could bear such intensity before it became too much, who could handle this intimacy without closing his eyes. Harry’s hands found their way to Draco’s waist.
And then Draco pulled back, grinned and licked his lips.
“Well. I can see no problems here.”
It was somehow very comforting to see the familiar smirk and feel the familiar urge to punch Malfoy. However, there were other ways to go about this.
“What’s next, then?”
“Very demanding, aren’t you, Potter?”
Draco tilted his head and smiled, looking up and down Harry’s body. Harry resisted the urge to shiver, but couldn’t quite help getting flushed.
“On the bed, I think. For more experimentation.”
“More experimentation? What do you mean…”
And then he was pushed, neatly and smoothly, on to the huge bed. Draco was quick to climb after him and arrange Harry’s limbs to his satisfaction, arms stretched above his head, legs slightly spread.
“Ligate.”
Black leather thongs came swirling from behind the bed and tied themselves around Harry’s wrists. He felt his legs being pulled apart as the strips wound their way around his ankles the bedposts. Harry swallowed. Draco was sitting at the foot of the bed, between his legs, and smirking.
“Nudate.”
Harry’s clothes vanished. Draco moved closer and sat on his knees between Harry’s legs, looking over the naked body before him. It occurred to Harry that finding himself naked and tied up before Draco Malfoy was not perhaps such a good idea after all. The position was making him feel very vulnerable, and the look of glee on Malfoy’s face was making it worse.
“Um, what are you doing?”
“Just a little test, Harry.”
Not another one. To see whether Harry would run screaming, perhaps, and was too much a coward to ever lose his virginity?
“And what is this testing, precisely? Other than to see how very perverted you are, and we all knew that already.”
“To see whether you enjoy being tied up. And from the looks of it, you do.”
Draco was pointing at Harry’s cock, which was showing itself to be violently interested in the events. Draco trailed a solitary finger along the vein underneath it and Harry hissed.
“Who’d have known? The Boy Who Lived likes to be tied up. Perhaps not so surprising, after all; all that responsibility, never being allowed to let go, always in control...”
Draco’s voice was getting hypnotic. For once he didn’t sound like he was making fun of Harry, but rather hoping to make sense of an interesting scientific discovery.
“Aperite.”
The strings on his hands and legs became loose, but Harry didn’t move, still paralysed by the tone of Draco’s voice.
“Perhaps something to try later on, then.”
Now the sarcastic amusement was back, and Harry blinked and sat up.
“Perhaps the next experiment would be for you to get naked as well. So I can learn more.”
Harry was getting fond of surprising Draco. And the very dirty smiles he tended to get as the result of said surprises. Draco looked like he was about to wink like a stage villain, as he stood up and got to the business of undressing. Sharp movements, pulling off the tie, opening the tight buttons of his shirt. Swiftly stepping off his trousers and boxers. Smiling with his teeth as Harry swallowed and moved back.
“Well, then.”
Draco was on his knees, moving closer as Harry fought the urge to snap his legs together.
“Next, I think, we should address foreplay. I trust you are familiar with concept?”
“Yes, I’m familiar with the concept, I’m not a bloody…”
“Potter.”
“Sorry.”
“Right then. Foreplay can consist of a variety of things, all kinds of kissing and touching, and this depends on the person and what they find pleasurable. Some people like to have attention on their nipples, whereas others dislike any touching of the area…”
Draco tweaked Harry to make his point.
“Ouch!”
“Not that hard, eh? Hmmm, perhaps…”
And then Draco was licking the abused nipple and Harry was very still, partly from shock to Malfoy’s approach to teaching and partly because he was curious to see whether he would like it. It felt wet, and soft, and mildly pleasant.
“Well?”
“I don’t know, it’s just…yeah.”
Draco lifted an eyebrow.
“Eloquent as ever, Potter? No matter, we shall see later on.”
“Huh?”
“Now, blowjobs.”
Draco had moved back and was idly stroking Harry’s knee, his eyes moving between the slickened nipple and Harry’s cock.
“Now, every man has his own preference. Some only like attention at the tip of the cock,” Draco demonstrated and Harry clutched the sheets, “whereas some prefer the deep throat method, which is to swallow the whole cock down your throat. This, of course, depends on the size of the prick and the size of the throat, however, it is possible to loosen the muscles at the back of the throat. But not everyone can do this. And of course, there are other things that can be done; mere sucking can become boring after a while, and there are licks and strokes and bites…”
“Bites?”
“…which can be used to tease and to heighten the pleasure. Now, do you have any idea of what kind of stuff you would like?”
Harry was sure there was something wrong with how turned on he was becoming during Draco’s lecture. Such precise distribution of information and such teacher-like manners shouldn’t be so sexy. But then, Harry reasoned, Professor Lupin had never taught him with his mouth an inch from Harry’s naked cock.
“Um, I’m not sure.”
Draco frowned.
“Didn’t you say you’ve had blowjobs before?”
“Yes, but that was a long time ago. I’ve forgotten. I think you should try them all, just to be sure.”
At that Draco smirked, and mumbled something like we’ll make a Slytherin of you yet, and bend his head to the task at hand. There was licking, as he had promised, long slow licks from the base of his cock to the tip, with a delicate tongue, a deliberate tongue. Draco moved his lips up and down, breathing air on Harry’s cock every now and then, sucking the tip and swirling his tongue along the slit. Draco’s fingers were trailing along his balls, touching the smooth flesh behind them as Harry shivered. There was pleasure building up in his belly, but it was too fast, too much, and Harry couldn’t decide whether he wanted to pull Draco up by his hair or to keep his head in place and fuck his mouth, and then he was coming, and oh god that was somehow worse, or better, than what had happened before.
Draco looked smug, and licked the crease between his thigh and his stomach. Harry shuddered again.
“Now, another thing you should be aware of is balls.”
“I’m aware of my balls, Malfoy…”
“Some men enjoy being touched there, others can’t stand it; that’s something you should keep in mind and research…”
Harry had a sudden image of Hermione sitting in the library surrounded by balls in various shapes and colours, and sniggered.
“But that’s a question for another time.”
All this felt strangely clinical, applying stimulation to the appropriate body part, but it was better this way, Harry thought, without snuggling and random kisses. This wasn’t about intimacy but about sex, and learning, even though Harry felt slightly ridiculous lying on his back with his legs pulled apart and thinking about knowledge. Yet there was something unnerving in the way Draco kept touching him, even if it was for a purpose.
Draco moved closer and gently placed Harry’s legs on his shoulders. His fingers were stroking Harry’s stomach, soft pressure that he knew was supposed to make him relax, make him forget that his legs were spread open and vulnerable. Draco’s mouth was flickering on Harry’s neck, making him shiver as teeth and tongue moved along his collarbone, his ribs, his navel. There were thumbs trailing the juncture of his thighs, nails flicking on the private flesh, trying to draw his attention from what was about to happen.
Draco pressed a brief kiss on Harry’s inner thigh and sat up.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes. Just get on with it.”
Draco lifted both eyebrows.
“This is not something one should do in a hurry. Especially as it is your first time. Preparation is very important and,,,”
“Yeah yeah yeah, just do it.”
Another long look, and Harry pressed his feet firmly on the bed to keep from shaking.
“Right then.”
Draco leaned over and picked up a condom and a packet of lube from the bedside table. He kept looking at Harry as he smoothed the condom over his cock, careful fingers drawing attention to the swollen veins, the dark colour a shocking contrast to his pale skin. There was something obscene in all this, the nudity, the practiced movements of Draco’s hands as he poured a large dollop of lube on his hand and started coating his fingers with it. His hands weren’t that big, not too big, but long and slim and confident. Harry stared at the glistening fingers and decided that it would be better to look at the ceiling.
The first touch of cold hands made Harry jerk, but he stayed still as Draco circled his hole, smooth and non-threatening. The first probing finger felt strange but didn’t hurt, not at first.
“Harry.”
Malfoy was moving his other hand across Harry’s stomach, trailing slight nails along his ribs, but it wasn’t distracting enough.
“Harry. Does this feel okay?”
It wasn’t the pain, that wasn’t so bad and he’d had worse. But his legs were pressed against Malfoy, scrunched up between them and he couldn’t move his legs, he had to stay still and spread open, paralysed by those fingers. Biting his lip didn’t help and Harry flexed his hands on the sheets.
“Yeah. It’s fine.”
Draco frowned and nodded, and curled his finger. Harry closed his eyes.
“That won’t help, you know. Closing your eyes won’t shut me out. It’ll make you feel everything more intensely, and it won’t hide what it feels like. I can still see you, Harry.”
Harry opened his eyes. Draco was staring at him, his fingers working at an obscene angle, stretching inside him.
“Why did you want to do this?”
There was little uncertainty in his voice, but clearly it gave Malfoy something he wanted to hear because the grin was back, more intimate than before.
“Because I get to be the first person who fucks you. You’re letting me inside you, you’re letting me see what it does to you, when you can’t control it yet. You’re letting me inside your body, Harry.”
Malfoy was leaning down with every word and Harry couldn’t move back, couldn’t move away because there was another finger inside him now and his legs were trapped between them and Malfoy’s mouth was too close.
“Just get on with it.”
Draco stopped, then slid down to nuzzle Harry’s neck. The fingers were removed, and proceeded to tug lazily at Harry’s cock, still sensitive from his orgasm. There was a soft bite on his right earlobe and Harry stretched, his neck pulled taut. Draco leaned down and gave a long savouring lick from Harry’s adam’s apple to his jaw, and then he pushed in, slow and inexorable.
“You okay?”
“Yes, Malfoy. Just get on with it.”
Draco grinned, and pushed further.
“Just checking. The first part is the hardest, if you pardon the pun, there’s a tight ring of muscle that needs to be loose before…”
“Malfoy, really don’t need a lecture right now.”
“Okay.”
It hurt, more than the fingers, but Draco’s breath was against Harry’s lips and he could feel the trembling of Draco’s body even as he pressed against him.
“Harry. If at any point you feel…that is, if it’s too much, then just say so. I’ll stop and we can wait, and there are things you can do…”
“It’s fine.”
Draco had pulled back a little and now was pushing in again. There was a trickle of sweat forming on his hairline and another on the corner of his mouth. Harry licked the underside of his jaw, and heard Draco give a shaky laugh.
And then he moved back and pushed in again, one long fluid movement that forced a breathless groan from Harry’s throat, and Draco’s hand was stroking Harry’s cock, his fingers rough and slippery, moving in a jagged rhythm. Harry couldn’t move but it was all right because his body was moving without him, and he couldn’t help it but there were noises coming from his mouth, moans that he couldn’t control and it still hurt, and it was good.
Then Draco shuddered, and pressed his mouth to Harry’s neck, still in motion, still flicking his fingers around Harry. He didn’t stop until Harry had jerked his hips and come all over Draco’s hand.
Draco pulled out and Harry let his legs fall down, carelessly loose on the bed, unmoving. Draco stretched down to lie beside him, boneless and ungraceful, and pulled the sheets over them both.
“Malfoy, there’s no need to cuddle, we’re not doing this because of…”
“Potter, I’m tired, you seem incapable of moving and we are in a bed. It’s late. Going to sleep in the same bed does not signify eternal devotion. It merely suggests a desire to sleep. A convenience even. Something that should please you.”
Draco gave him a dirty look, and grabbed his wand from the table.
“Nox.”
: :
The next morning Harry woke up to sharp sunlight in his eyes and Draco Malfoy, lying on his side looking at Harry with a suspicious glint in his eyes.
“Was it good for you, Potter?”
Harry yawned.
“Well, it was all right.”
Entitled smugness turning into outrage was one of the most pleasurable things Harry had ever seen. Perhaps not a good enough reason to do this, but there was still more to be done, and perhaps more reasons too.
“All right? Potter…”
Harry moved over so that his upper body was resting on Draco and his hands were holding the other man in place, his mouth an inch from Draco’s fluttering eyelids.
“It was enjoyable enough, I suppose, but not really what I wanted. Didn’t really teach me what I wanted to know, about how to…do stuff.”
Harry trailed his teeth along Draco’s jaw.
“So really, we need to do it all over again, so I can learn properly.”
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Date: 2005-09-20 09:23 pm (UTC)It's SO amazingly, wonderfully, incredibly fun! Cherry popping porn of the yummiest kind. I love the way you've written the two of them - they really almost sort-of can't stand each other (only of course they can which is perfect). And the porn IS hot, very much so, and combined with humor which is such a rare combination and you've done it perfectly. *g*
And poor Harry still trying to be all pushy when he doesn't have any idea at all, and poor Draco trying to put up with Harry's complete inability to deal with anything remotely resembling emotion. It's the balance I love between these two, the way they push at each other - and I love the light and fun way you've written that here.
This, in particular, cracked me up (to the point where I had to explain to my poor, non-slashing roommate why I was laughing so loudly): Harry had a sudden image of Hermione sitting in the library surrounded by balls in various shapes and colours, and sniggered. I could probably scrub my brain for a week and that image would still not go away. *dies laughing*
I really hope you write these two again! *wishes for another birthday, only without the getting older part*
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Date: 2005-09-21 09:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-21 09:16 am (UTC)I love your Draco. That sarcasm which you are so adept at really works here. There are moments that it's subtle enough to slip under the (Harry's) proverbial radar, but still pointed and sharp for it. The jibs back and forth between the two are perfect. I think witty banter is the hardest thing for a writer to do, but this seems so effortless, the way that the humor slips into the conversation like “I’m aware of my balls, Malfoy…” which I really think needs to be an icon.
It was somehow very comforting to see the familiar smirk and feel the familiar urge to punch Malfoy. Oh bless nervous-but-not-going-to-show-it!Harry.
This line still makes me incredibly hot:
“No? You’re not worried about being naked and spread out before me, being trembling and helpless before a Slytherin? Not nervous about having my cock inside you, about whether it will hurt, and whether you can handle it?”
I probably shouldn't love Draco lecturing as much as I do, but there's something just so fantastic about it. *shivers*
And the ending really does meld it all together nicely. Mmm. Sequal?
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Date: 2005-09-21 09:33 am (UTC)And I don't know what is says about both of us that we enjoy lecturing so, considering our chosen professions...
As for a sequel? Maybe. See whether anybody reads this at first. *g*
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Date: 2005-09-21 02:14 pm (UTC)Means the university looks at me funny when I get evaluations that say "This was my favourite course. I love how sex, breasts, and penises were discussed so openly in class." *giggles*
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Date: 2005-09-21 11:35 am (UTC)This is the first time I've read Harry/Draco, so it's fitting that I pop my H/D cherry with a cherry popping fic! *g* I always like a nice spot of deflowering.
I liked the tone of this, especially Draco's sarcasm and Harry moderate brattishness. And, ah, how I loved the last line...the whole 'no, that was crap, we'll have to do it again,' motif is a personal favourite of mine, and you did it so deliciously.
You know, lie back and think of Godric
*dies* This line alone means you win at sex talk. Yay!
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Date: 2005-09-21 11:38 am (UTC)You know, lie back and think of Godric
*dies* This line alone means you win at sex talk. Yay!
Hee. For some reason, the banter was the easiest thing to do. Apparently there's a filthy talking Draco Malfoy in my head. Who knew? *g*
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Date: 2005-09-21 02:12 pm (UTC)*snerk*
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Date: 2005-09-21 11:39 am (UTC)Some people even do it with feelings
*adores*
Such precise distribution of information and such teacher-like manners shouldn’t be so sexy
Oh, but they really are.
And Harry at the end. They really do. He's learning. :D
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Date: 2005-09-21 11:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-21 11:55 am (UTC)Malfoy’s flat was much like he’d expected it to be; expensive furniture and lots of green. Malfoy liked green, Harry didn’t, and they’d had many drunken conversations about how a person with green eyes can detest the colour, and whether that is a question of tragic self-loathing (Malfoy) or merely house pride (Harry). Like most of their arguments, whether on Order business or Ministry policy or the tackiness of Harry’s robes, they had ended with many insults and mild hexes.
I'm absolutely smitten with that whole paragraph. It sums up the affectionate, baiting relationship they have.
You going to post this to one of the harry/draco comm.s? I reckon they'd like it. *prods*
:)
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Date: 2005-09-21 11:59 am (UTC)Not sure about the communities, there are so many and they look kind of scary. Are you planning to post yours in some? *clings*
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Date: 2005-09-21 12:03 pm (UTC)I posted mine to
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Date: 2005-09-21 12:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-21 01:35 pm (UTC)I loved how you kept the snark throughout with the little one liners. You made me giggle, which made my boss give me funny looks but all's good in the world of slash. Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2005-09-21 02:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-21 02:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-21 05:03 pm (UTC)I trust you realize I completely loved this!
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Date: 2005-09-21 05:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-21 07:33 pm (UTC)Very hot and very enjoyable.
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Date: 2005-09-22 05:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-22 01:40 am (UTC)I agree with the others, you should do more h/d.
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Date: 2005-09-22 05:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-22 02:57 am (UTC)That was a great study in contrasts! Carry on and continue to dazzle us! Please?
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Date: 2005-09-22 05:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-27 06:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-28 03:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-30 10:07 am (UTC)But it looks like Harry changed his mind about Draco in the morning. I think there is a hope for them not just to "do this with feelings" but open up to each other as well.
I think there is a great potential for sequel here.
Hint hint :)
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Date: 2005-10-21 02:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-21 02:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-21 03:03 pm (UTC)It's like my love for Reg- even though he's practically nonexistence in the books. It's their tantalizing mystery and sexiness only glimpsed by little one lined off handed sentences in the books.
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Date: 2005-10-29 02:58 am (UTC)kxx
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Date: 2005-10-29 04:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-29 04:35 am (UTC)Hee, I really enjoyed those lines. I like the subtle, reluctant sort of affection that there is between them, and that it's still founded on irritating one another. The snarky back-and-forth carrying on into the sex was great and wonderfully in character. Loved it!
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Date: 2005-10-29 04:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-29 02:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-30 03:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-26 07:08 pm (UTC)I was right, you ARE talented!
Beautifully done....you shold write more H/D, definitely.
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Date: 2006-01-27 02:13 am (UTC)