Harry started by just stroking one slippery finger in between Draco's cheeks, feeling the strange, wrinkled skin there and watching eagerly as Draco moaned and shifted. "Feels nice," he said into the crook of his arm.

"Good," Harry said, relieved by hearing Draco's approval out loud. He'd experimented doing this to himself a few times, but it was always different doing it to somebody else. "I'm going to try something a little more now. Can you tense for me, as hard as you can?"

Draco cracked one eye, clearly not quite understanding, but he shut it again and Harry felt him do what he'd asked under his finger, resting on his entrance. He hoped desperately this little trick worked, he'd only read it in one of the more obscure book passages, but it made sense to him, so he figured it couldn't make things any worse.

"That's perfect, good boy," he praised. "Now relax."

As he did, Harry pushed his first finger in, and Draco sighed and shuddered. "Ah," he said, smiling but with his eyes still closed, the picture of contentment. "Now I get it. That feels nice."

Yeah?" Harry asked, pleased as punch. Draco nodded, so he pushed in a little further, taking his finger almost to the knuckle. Draco hummed and wriggled a bit, squirming back into Harry's touch.

"Odd," he admitted with a chuckle. "But good."

Harry began to move in and out slowly, getting him used to the sensation, taking his time. His cock had grown into a sturdy rod again, watching his finger slip in and out of Draco's body, wondering what it would feel like when he was doing that with his hot, weeping erection. He let out a small gasp at the prospect.

"Can I add another finger?" he asked, and Draco nodded.

"Please," he uttered. "More."

Harry added another drizzle of lube to his hand, just to be extra cautious, then pressed back inside that amazing, wet heat. "Holy fuck," he whispered, and Draco mewled like a kitten. "Baby you're doing so well, you feel incredible."

Draco bit his lip and nodded. "It's okay, you can move." He took a shuddery breath and pressed against Harry's intrusion. "It gets better when you move."

Harry felt a little spike of panic that it wasn't good already, but he'd read as much as he could on the matter and all the books agreed that it took a while to get used to the sensation. He carefully started pulsing in and out. "Are you sure it doesn't hurt?" he asked, unable to quell his anxiety.

Draco shook his head though. "Sort of...burns," he grunted, blinking his eyes open. "But it's getting better, promise."

So Harry continued to move and stretch him open, leaning over to kiss his way along his spine, making Draco shudder in the good kind of way. In fact, Harry noticed as he made his way up his back, that the distraction made him relax more almost immediately, so he carried on, bringing his other hand up to rest lightly on his ticklish ribs too. Draco hummed and gasped, and Harry smiled into his skin.

"You're doing perfectly," he said, dizzy at the knowledge that he was doing this to another person, the person he loved, affecting him so completely. He halted his movements briefly, though remained inside him, and reached his body up. "Kiss me?" he asked, and Draco responded by reaching back so their mouths could meet. It was slightly awkward but electrifying all the same.

"I think I'm ready," Draco whispered.

"Are you sure?" Harry asked, eyes searching. "I could add another finger?"

Draco shook his head. "Just kiss me again, then...then do it."

Harry slipped his fingers out, making him moan, gave them a quick wipe on the bed, then kissed Draco like a drowning man gasping for air. Draco's hands carded through Harry's hair as their mouths battled and their tongues danced, incoherent noises bouncing off the walls as they lost themselves in each other. Draco turned on his side slightly so they had a better angle, and they ground their bodies together, slick with sweat and quivering in anticipation.

"Okay," Harry gasped, not sure who he was reassuring more. "Okay, okay."