Harry kissed his way back down again, moving over to the side closest to him to capture the already budded nipple and kissed and sucked it, liking the feel of the nub against his tongue. He rolled the other one between his fingers, making Draco squirm and gasp, one hand sliding through Harry's hair, encouraging him gently. "Yes baby, that feels so good," he whispered, and Harry hummed.

Once one nipple was red and shiny, he moved to the other one, and ghosted his fingers down Draco's side, deliberately tickling him so he jerked under Harry. "Does that feel nice?" he asked, aware he was grinning.

"Yeah," Draco told him, arm thrown over his eyes, lost in the sensation. Harry liked that, for now, the idea he'd taken away his sight to make the other senses that more heightened.

He tickled him with the barest of touches, and Draco made a keening noise, trying not to jerk to much but unable to help his body's reactions. "You're so pretty when you do that," Harry said, his voice rough from desire, and Draco giggled, his eyes still covered with the crook under his elbow. Such an innocent, easy sound, Harry loved it.

Harry moved his hand and ran it just under the waist band of Draco's trousers and underwear, feeling the hot skin and just a little bit more hair. He'd seen it all before, he'd seen everything of Draco's, but it still felt like opening a present.

"Draco," he called softly. "Baby look at me?"

He obediently shifted his arm so it was draped over his head once more, blinked as his eyes got used to the light again, and looked at Harry with large, unquestioning eyes. Harry was grateful, probably for the millionth time, that his vision wasn't so bad that he couldn't see Draco clearly from this distance. He didn't want to miss the trust and openness so clearly painted on his features.

"Good boy," he murmured, and Draco flushed, pleased. "I'm going to undress you now, and then I'm going to make love to you, is that okay?"

"Okay Harry," he said immediately, his voice catching a little in a raw croak. "Yes, yes please."

"I might need you to do things for me," Harry carried on, his heart thumping loudly against his chest. "To help, but, only when I tell you, okay. I want to do this for you, I want you to just allow me to pleasure you."

Draco whimpered, undeniably, and nodded. Harry's throbbing arousal pulsed even harder. He wanted Draco so badly, to love him tenderly and be his whole world. All he wanted Draco to do was follow his instructions, give himself over to the sensation, not think, and so far, he was doing it beautifully.

"If anything doesn't feel right," Harry said, wanting to make his words crystal clear. "You just say stop, okay? It doesn't matter what we're doing, you say stop and it stops, understood?"

"Yes Harry," Draco agreed, eyes like saucers. "Understood."

Harry nipped up the bed and planted a kiss on his gorgeous mouth. "Good boy," he said.

"I like being good for you," Draco said, cheeks even pinker with embarrassment, but Harry was sure his thrill at those few words showed all on his face.

"Fuck I love you baby," he said, and kissed him again. "You're just so perfect, you do everything right for me."

"Love you too," Draco rasped.

Harry made short work of his belt and trousers, so he was soon lying naked on the bed waiting for him, watching as he began to undress himself.

And that's when his nerves hit.

His fingers slipped on his zipper, and he was suddenly hit with the realisation that he was going to attempt to fuck Draco, and he had no idea what he was doing.

He knew the theory. He'd read Hermione's books several times, imagining him and Draco doing exactly what they described, but that was completely different to standing there, looking down on his lover, the huge responsibility for getting it right and not hurting him startling him into stillness like a rabbit in headlights.