Harry took the still-warm lube and slathered it along his length, convulsing at the simple touch. He felt raw and prickly and drunk on racing hormones. Draco was watching him, his breathing raged and Harry felt overwhelmed with love and want.

"I've got you," he uttered, sparing time for one final kiss before positioning himself behind Draco's trembling body. He had a hold of the pillow below him tightly, his head turned to the side so Harry could see his profile, his eyes shut as he breathed carefully in and out, clinging on to his loose state despite his obvious nerves. "It's okay, you're doing amazing," Harry babbled, as much for himself as to soothe his boyfriend further. He lined up his glistening cock, pressing against his entrance. "Do you want to try clenching for me again?" he suggested, willing to try anything to help. He ran his left hand along Draco's damp back, stroking him tenderly as the other braced most of his weight. Draco nodded, his eyes still shut, and Harry felt the slight pressure against the sensitive tip of his prick.

"Good," he breathed, swallowing and attempting composure. "So good, okay, now relax baby, I've got you, I've got you."

Draco allowed the tight ring of muscle to unfurl like flower petals, and Harry pushed tentatively forward.

Both of them cried out at the same time. Harry, because nothing had ever felt so incredible as the wet, hotness pressing all around the end of his throbbing cock. Draco though flinched and scrabbled to grab at the sheets. "Are you okay?" Harry gasped, shocked. But after a second Draco managed to nod.

"Yes. Yes," he stuttered. "It's okay, I'll – I can – just keep going, I'll be fine."

Harry wanted to protest, but Draco looked at him intently and nodded again in encouragement. So Harry took a hold of his hip to steady himself and began inching in again.

The walls of Harry's small flat thrummed with their cries, moans and frantic pants, and after an age Harry reckoned he was in as far as he could go. He dropped down and smattered kissed across Draco's broad shoulders, their right hands linking one on top of the other. "Tell me when you feel ready," Harry stammered. He knew he wasn't going to last long, he felt like his whole body was going to explode.

"Can you move, just a little?" Draco asked. There were tears in his eyes, but Harry was sure there were in his too, and Draco had promised he would say if he didn't feel right. "I need to get used to it."

Harry nodded frantically. "Of course, yes, anything Draco, anything."

His blond hair was soaked and fanned all over the pillow, and his pale skin flushed pink. He bit his lip and fixed his eyes on Harry's, their fingers interlocked in a bone crushing grip. Not in his entire life had had felt so completely at one with somebody else, and as he gently pulled back a fraction, then slid forwards again, causing Draco to shudder and bite at the air, he knew there was no one else in the entire world he would rather be with.

"Yes," Draco gasped. "Yes, like that, more Harry."

He gained confidence with each stroke, pulling out a little further, increasing the pace, until he was pounding, the sound of slapping flesh and desperate gasps drowned out by the roaring of blood in his ears.

"Draco," he stuttered, grabbing blindly at his hip with his free hand. "I think, I think I might-"

He shifted his angle slightly and Draco screamed – he screamed – his whole body spasming and tightening around Harry's cock. He had no hope of holding it any longer, he let go, allowing his climax to rip through him, shattering him into a thousand sparkling pieces.

He rode out the shockwaves, then couldn't stop himself collapsing over Draco's quaking body.