Draco straightened up and quickly divested himself of his shirt, revealing a camisole made entirely of dark red lace. He fumbled trying to unbutton his trousers and push them down, somehow kicking off his shoes and socks at the same time. His garter belt was solid silk of the same rich maroon, holding up sheer red hued stockings. His pants though, they were made of the same lace as the camisole and looked as delicate as tissue, and they showed everything.

"Merlin," Harry breathed. He reached out and tugged down the top of the top of Draco's knickers, freeing the head of his cock and touched it tentatively.

Draco hissed through his teeth, "I'm going to come if you keep that up."

Harry sighed and reached up, tugging on the edge of Draco's camisole, "Take this off, I want to see you."

"It's lace," Draco said.

"I want to see more," Harry said impatiently.

Draco pulled the flimsy thing off, followed by his garter, stockings and lace knickers, placing it all carefully on their nightstand. Harry moved back to the middle of the bed, dropping his head onto his pillow and shimmying out of his black knickers.

Draco opened his bedside drawer and took out a vial lube, nearly dropping it three times in the process. He knelt on the bed, scowling when he saw Harry's grin, "Oh fuck off. You're the one that's meant to be nervous, you know? I've done this before. I should be the smug, confident one."

Harry's grin grew, "Funny thing that, you being nervous always makes me feel pretty confident."

Draco shifted closer, and Harry widened his legs.

"And I rather like the idea of just laying back and letting you do all the work." Harry added, "Nice view as well." He ran his eyes appreciatively over Draco.

Draco glared at him half-heartedly, two faint flushes of pink high up on his cheeks, "It's easier on your stomach, the first time."

"What about my view?" Harry said with a teasing pout.

Draco sighed, running a hand down Harry's thigh, "It's up to you."

Harry bit his lip briefly, the first inkling of anxiety blooming in his chest, "I'd like to try this way first."

"Very well. We need another pillow," Draco said.

Harry held out his hand, wandlessly summoning Draco's pillow.

"Show off," Draco said, snatching his pillow away. He reached up, swapping Harry's pillow for his own.

"Hey-!"

"Lift your hips," Draco said impatiently, smacking Harry's thigh lightly.

Harry glared at him briefly then lifted his bum. Draco slid the pillow under his hips.

"Your ass, your pillow," Draco said absently as he searched the rumpled sheets for the vial of lube.

Harry silently rolled his eyes, shifting nervously.

Draco found the little bottle but paused before opening it, "Still certain?"

"Yeah", Harry nodded.

Draco poured some of the slick liquid onto his finger and reached down, brushing his fingertip over Harry's arsehole in small teasing circles.

Harry gasped at the strange and unfamiliar sensation but... it wasn't bad. He bit his lip and groaned, really not bad at all.

Draco press his finger more firmly. "More?" Draco asked, his voice rough, caught in the back of his throat.

Harry hooked one of his legs over Draco's waist and tugged him closer, "More."

Draco pushed through the tight ring of muscle, slowly sinking his finger inside.

Harry whimpered, closing his eyes at the onslaught of strange sensations. The faint ache faded and Harry pressed his heel against Draco's back, urging him on. He could hear Draco swallowing hard as he began moving his finger, pulling out and pushing in a little further each time.

Draco did something, curling his finger as he pressed it up and inside Harry, that left Harry breathless and scrambling to clutch at the sheets as a delicious heat began to throb at the base of his spine.

"More?" Draco asked.

Harry heard himself make an embarrassingly needy sound and Draco kissed his inner thigh, pulling his finger out, second joining it, teasing and brushing over his arsehole.

"Hurry up," Harry gasped.

Draco pressed both fingers inside. Harry squirmed and tightened on the intrusion, pleasure and pain momentarily overwhelming him and then fading to a more bearable stretching burn.

Draco held perfectly still until he felt Harry pressing against his back then began working both fingers in just as he had before. Harry didn't hesitate when Draco asked if he wanted a third. He was getting a feeling for what to expect, and a taste for the more subtle build of the promised pleasure inside him. He squeezed down on Draco's fingers each time he thrust them inside, trying to hold them on that one perfect spot.

"Fuck, Harry," Draco groaned, his eyes fixed on his pumping fingers.

Harry nodded, "Merlin, yes."

Draco froze, "You're certain?"

Harry kicked him weakly.

Draco poured a generous amount of lube over his cock, "I'm not sure I can stop after this."

"Liar," Harry said.

Draco frowned.

Harry wrapped his other leg around Draco's back, dragging his heel over his hip, "I trust you."

Draco looked as if he didn't dare believe it.

"I know you won't hurt me," Harry said.

Draco squeezed his eyes shut for a second, then leaned forward. The blunt head of Draco's cock pressed inside him in a single slow thrust.

Harry gasped, squirming at the sudden ache burn and the feeling, so tight and full. As soon as he could catch his breath, he pushed himself up onto his elbows to see Draco filling him, to see where they were now connected.

The bed creaked as Draco placed his hands on either side of Harry, "You're going to be the death of me, Potter," Draco ground out.

"Harry," Harry said between panted breaths, "I like it better when you call me Harry."

"The death of me, Harry," Draco said.

Harry wrapped his hand around the back of Draco's neck and kissed him fiercely, biting his lip and sweeping his mouth with his tongue before his arms gave out and Harry slumped back onto the bed. "Move," he urged.

Draco grabbed Harry's hand, pressed it into the sheets and began thrusting. He was slow and careful at first, but he quickly lost all ability to hold back.

Harry let himself drown in it, in the feeling of being fucked, in Draco holding his hand so tightly it ached, in the sweat and the sounds they made together. Harry arched his back and Draco met the distance between them in a snap of his hips.

Harry was getting close, he took himself in hand, wanking his cock in time with Draco's thrusts. The sharper bright feel of his cock joined the throbbing heat in his hips and pushing out every other thought in his head, growing until it overflowed, his body tight and trembling as he came in a wave of pleasure that made his vision go white at the edges.

Draco moaned, gripping Harry's hips so hard it hurt, shaking from the effort to stay still.

Harry licked his lips, feeling breathless and exhausted but not done. He reached back and braced his hands against the curved headboard. "Come," He rolled his hips, pushing himself deeper onto Draco's cock, "I want to see you come, Draco."

"Harry," Draco whimpered, thrusting deep and hard into him.

Harry watched Draco Malfoy fucking him, rolling his hips and clenching down on his Draco's cock with every thrust. Draco swore and groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic and desperate. He shuddered, his eyes squeezing closed. Harry could feel his cock throbbing inside him as he came.

Draco dropped his head on Harry's chest, panting with exertion and shaking faintly. Harry lowered his legs back onto the bed, his hips and back aching faintly at the strange potion he had held for so long and couldn't be bothered to notice.

Draco cock softened and slipped out of Harry. They both groaned faintly, and Draco managed to push himself up just far enough to collapsed beside Harry instead of on top of him.

They lay together in silence until the sweat began to cool on their bodies. Draco shifted, resting his head on Harry's shoulder. Harry reached over, brushing back the damp hair stuck to Draco's forehead.

Draco closed his eyes, leaning into his touch, murmuring, "Can you cast a cleaning charm?"

"No wand," Harry said, combing his fingers through Draco's hair.

"Just summon it then, like you did with the pillow," Draco grumbled.

"I have to be able to focus," Harry said.

Draco smiled faintly, "And you can't."

"Not a chance," Harry sighed. "I think your wand is on the floor beside the bed."

"Much too far," Draco said.

Harry hummed in agreement, "We could probably fit in a shower before dinner."

"Together?"

"It would be fun, wouldn't it?" Harry said.

Draco pursed his lips, "It would be a mess. You do remember how small the shower is right?"

"It'd be a shame not to at least try," Harry insisted.

Draco snorted, "Another dream of yours?"

Harry tugged on his hair, "Come on. Everyone thinks about messing around in the shower."

"Everyone?" Draco twitched up an eyebrow.

"Everyone," Harry said stubbornly.

"Well, once ought to be enough to show you how utterly wrong you are," Draco said. He stretched his legs out with a tired sigh.

Harry shook his head, "Merlin, it's unfair how fucking incredible your legs are."

Draco stretched both legs up towards the ceiling, pointing his toes, "They are fantastic, aren't they?" He lowered them back onto the bed, darting a glance towards Harry, "Are you going to wear any of it again?"

"The stockings?"

Draco nodded.

Harry thought about it. Draco said he should only wear them for himself, but Harry wasn't sure about that. At least for him, wearing them for a bit of fun, to see that look on Draco's face again, that was a good enough reason.

"If you're there to help me put them on," Harry said.

Draco looked thoughtful then slowly smiled. He turned on his side, cupping Harry's chin and kissing him. "I think I can live with that."