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Thanks again for the comments. I know that was a cruel place
to end the last chapter, but I did want to finish the scene, and otherwise the
chapter would have been about twice as long.

Chapter 23- Harry Has a New Experience

�� Harry
started to wonder what he was really doing as he eased back against the pillows
and watched Draco strip off the pyjamas he was wearing. He wasn�t really
going to do this, was he? Let Draco- what? Touch him? Fuck him? Except that
Draco had said the fucking wouldn�t happen right now, but-

�� Calm down,
Harry.�

�� For some
reason, it was much easier to be calm when that smooth voice spoke to him.
Well, calm and focused on his arousal. He took a deep breath and looked into
Draco�s eyes. Draco�s hands undid Harry�s trousers and slid them down his legs,
and Harry let that happen.

�� He became
aware that he was focusing on Draco�s eyes and hands as a way to avoid looking
at the rest of his naked body. Well, fine. If that was what needed to happen
right now, that was what would happen. Harry was under no illusions that he
could maintain that pretense forever, but to ease him into this experience,
past his discomfort? It would work just as well as anything else would.

�� Draco�s
eyes were wide, his cheeks flushed with desire. Harry blinked, and lost himself
in the wonder of that for a moment. He�d sparked that desire. He might
still not understand exactly why, but he knew Draco wanted him. That was in no
doubt.

�� A surge of
confidence struck him, and, before he could consider whether he was ready for
this, he pulled off his own shirt.

�� Good,�
Draco said softly, and then he eased Harry�s pants off, and then Harry really was
naked.

�� Draco knelt
between Harry�s legs for a moment, just gazing at him. Harry watched the
expressions dart across his face, too many of them to keep track of. He wasn�t
sure that he wanted to try, in fact. The separate looks finally melded together
into one of lust, and that would do for now.

�� Draco sat
back, with a roll of his shoulders and slow toss of his head, and that motion
drew Harry�s eyes naturally to his legs and the cock between them. He could
feel himself flush again, but God, it was hard to resist looking. He
didn�t know what to think of Draco�s cock, because he hadn�t spent a lot of
time thinking about other men and what they looked like. Draco�s cock was
darkened with blood, of what Harry supposed was a normal length and thickness,
and hard enough to look painful. Draco spread his legs wide and took himself in
hand, casually stroking.

�� Harry
closed his eyes. The sight had made him get harder, and unfortunately, his
brain was in no doubt about what that meant.

�� You are
gay. What kind of straight man would be staring at something like that and
finding it interesting?

�� Calm down,
Harry,� Draco repeated, but this time his voice had a tone of amusement to it.
Harry supposed he�d shown some visible reaction that Draco couldn�t possibly
take for one of disgust. �I told you, we don�t have to fuck each other. There
are plenty of other things we can do. Would you like me to stroke your cock and
make you come, the way I almost did in the pool? I can do that, you know.�

�� I- � Harry
knew what he wanted. The mention of the pool and Draco�s voice had reminded him
of it, and now he couldn�t get it out of his head. But he didn�t know if he
could ask for it. His cheeks burned just thinking about it. How in the world
was he supposed to ask?

�� Draco�s
hand clasped his cheek, and drew him close for a kiss. Harry relaxed into it,
because that was practically normal after everything. Then he found it was
probably a� bad idea, because the
needle-prick of tongues sliding against each other was only heightened, like
every other sensation, when he was this aroused. He broke the kiss, gasping,
and shuddered.

�� He probably
resembled a child, he knew, or some sixteen-year-old girl. He didn�t think he
could help it. His brain was reeling with the rush of pleasure- or hormones- and
he felt like he was going to come any moment.

�� Well,
Harry?� Draco�s voice lingered and dragged and brushed; Harry could feel it on
his skin like a hand. �Surely you didn�t come so far to give up now? What will
it be? My hand? Should we lie on each other and rut together? Should- �

�� Harry
dredged up as much courage as he could. At least, if he asked, that would shut
Draco up for a moment, and then he wouldn�t come all over the sheets from the
sound of that voice alone.

�� Your
mouth,� he said.

�� There was
perfect silence for a minute, and fear blew through Harry�s arousal like a
blast of cold wind. Great, I probably fucked everything up by asking for the
one thing he�s not willing to give me.

�� When he
opened his eyes, though, he saw that Draco�s face looked as though someone had
just given him the best Christmas gift ever, one he had never expected
to receive.

�� He leaned
in for another kiss, this one slower and gentler, swirling his tongue around
Harry�s in what was practically foreshadowing, and which made Harry have to
close his eyes again.

�� Good
answer,� Draco said, breathlessly.

*

�� It was what
Harry had so obviously wanted, but Draco had been sure he wouldn�t ask for it.
They would have to ease into that, as Harry overcame the pure drugging effects
of pleasure and stopped reacting as though Draco had fire on his hands every
time he touched him.

�� But no, he
had been brave and asked for it, and Draco�s mouth was salivating at the
prospect of sucking a cock- well, at the prospect of sucking someone else�s cock-
more than it ever had.

�� He did take
up his wand and cast a charm that eased Harry back from the edge a little. For
one thing, he didn�t want Harry to come at a touch, and feel so embarrassed
that he might regret letting Draco this close.

�� For
another, Draco wanted him sane enough to concentrate.

�� He slid
down the bed, and waited until Harry peeked, obviously wondering what had
happened. Then Draco opened his mouth and slowly slid his tongue around Harry�s
cock, watching Harry�s expression all the while.

�� Harry�s
eyes appeared poised to take over his whole face. Then they fell shut again,
and his back arched off the bed, and he gave a pure, animalistic grunt of
pleasure.

�� Draco
decided that was concentration enough, and set to work.

*

�� Harry felt
as though someone were jabbing spikes of warmth up his body from his groin. It
was the most intense sensation he�d ever felt, with tongue and lips and the
occasional bare hint of teeth making his hips roll and jerk and his heart
gallop the way it only did when he was in the middle of a duel.

�� He didn�t
want it to ever stop.

�� He drifted
out of the haze enough to realize that he was grunting and groaning and making
all sorts of embarrassing noises. He tried to close his mouth, or clamp a hand
over it to stifle them, but he couldn�t. His hand spasmed and fell back
to the bed when he tried, and then he began uttering short, sharp cries.

�� He gave it
up as a lost cause, and settled on the more modest goal of at least warning
Draco when he was about to come. Fuzzy memories of overheard conversations from
years ago, conversations he�d had no interest in at the time, hinted that it
was bad etiquette not to.

�� He thought
he gabbled a warning. At least, it had Draco�s name in it and something about
coming. Draco either didn�t hear it- which Harry really hoped wasn�t the
case- or merrily ignored it, because a particularly hard suck came after that,
and then Draco did something adventurous with his tongue that seemed to involve
sweeping it from base to head in one fast, smooth motion.

�� Harry came.

�� White noise
had taken over his brain, white light. He couldn�t hear his own noises any
more, or feel the sheets beneath him. Pleasure consumed him to the point that,
for the first time in eleven years, he couldn�t even think of anything
else, the way that he�d always been able to concentrate on the next case during
a boring meeting or drift near the surface of his dreams and think about work.
There was just-

�� Nothing.

�� He felt
good.

�� More
nothingness.

�� And then he
opened his eyes and rolled over with a huge effort, as if all his limbs were
rocks, to see Draco grinning smugly down at him.

�� Draco
lifted an eyebrow and ran his tongue over his lips from right to left, first
the top lip, then the lower one. He didn�t say anything.

�� He didn�t
have to. Harry knew that Draco had enjoyed watching him, that he hadn�t come
too soon, and that if he had failed some test of manners, Draco didn�t intend
to hold it against him.

�� He did have
one hand on his cock, though, stroking it absently, except for the rough little
tweak he gave with his fingers each time he reached the head. His hips twitched
forward, elegant, controlled motions.

�� And Harry,
striving to ignore the satiation that still overcame him when he�d had an
orgasm, was curious.

�� Besides, it
wasn�t as though he could let Draco win.

*

�� Draco liked
Harry pretty much anytime- admitting his mistakes, flying, flinging himself in
front of curses for Draco�s sake- but he had to admit that his favorite of
Harry�s expressions might be the moment when he came.

�� He�d been
so open, so uncontrolled, so much like the passionate boy Draco remembered from
Hogwarts. His sensitivity to touch meant he couldn�t hold anything back. Draco
had wanted him to be like that, a lover who flung himself into intimacy, but he
hadn�t known if it would ever happen, given Harry�s long years of repression.

�� It did happen.
Harry had no choice but to give himself over when he came. It heartened Draco.

�� It also
made him damn ready, and if Harry was too overwhelmed to return the
favor, Draco would simply have to wank himself to completion. He�d closed his
eyes, knowing he was close, and wanting to carry the image of Harry�s
astonished green eyes, his ecstatic and happy face, into the moment of
his own climax.

�� Then
Harry�s hand replaced his own. Burning with warmth, it smoothed down Draco�s
erection in just the way he liked, and Draco felt his balls drawing up. He
half-fell forward, his head collapsing on Harry�s shoulder, and Harry�s left
arm curved around his back to support him.

�� He knew
what would happen, at least if Harry had really been paying attention.

�� Sure enough,
Harry reached the head of his cock.

�� And
pinched.

�� Draco came
hard, his hips jerking so hard that he half-thought he�d broken something. He
felt Harry�s arm tighten, and then Harry was kissing him. That was almost
better than the orgasm.

�� Well, not
really, because nothing was better than that, but having the man he�d been
obsessed with for two years kissing him back as if he could taste Draco�s
excitement through his mouth came very close.

�� Boneless,
Draco nearly fell on his face, but Harry manipulated them and rolled over so
that he was under Draco like a pillow. Draco gave an exhausted yawn. Harry
fumbled around, located what was either his wand or Draco�s, and muttered a
cleaning spell of some kind.

�� Then Draco
heard the wand tumble to the bed. That was all right, because, really, who had
the energy to cast spells after a round of sex like that?

�� And then
they were both asleep, or at least Draco was, dragged into it, and if
Harry wasn�t, he didn�t know.

*

�� Harry woke
slowly and what, judging from the angle of the light, must be a few hours
later. It had been the deepest sleep he�d had in years. He couldn�t remember a
tremor from the outside world, while he was usually aware in an instant if
something had changed around him.

�� Draco
sprawled over him and held him down, snoring. His weight was warm and stifling
and sticky with sweat, and made Harry feel as he had when he fell asleep under
too many blankets at the Weasleys�. His facial muscles hurt.

�� He also
felt bloody fantastic, and while that wasn�t all Draco�s doing, ninety percent
of it was.

�� Harry
shivered and shook his head, closing his eyes. Apparently he�d got over his
grief and discovered he was gay and had sex with another man for the first time
all in one day. Or less than that, since he�d really broken down mid-afternoon
of yesterday.

�� He didn�t
think he should feel this good.

�� He wasn�t
used to his life being this full.

�� He also
knew he�d probably have to get used to it, because Draco would hardly let him
retreat backwards from here. Be understanding- that, Harry could see of him
(and had he ever thought the day would come when he would be saying that of Draco
Malfoy, of all people?) Even accept that there might be a period of some
time before Harry wanted sex again, since Harry would need the time to think
things over.

�� Let Harry
walk out of his life and pretend this had never happened? Never.

�� Harry told
himself sternly that this should frighten him. And it did. He told himself
sternly that he had far too many emotions in his head right now. And he did. He
told himself that Theresa would probably be dismayed when she found out what
they�d done, and advise them to take cautious steps from here on out. And she
would.

�� Who are
you fooling?

�� The thing
was, his facial muscles hurt not from the kissing, but from the grin that had
been stretching them from the moment he woke up.

�� Something
was definitely wrong with him, but he�d spent most of his life having something
wrong with him. At least this was a more pleasant sort of wrong than otherwise.

�� Troubles
and problems and everything else would come, and Harry knew it. There was
Narcissa, there was Theresa, there was the end of the month, there was
Wormwood, there was the fact that Draco was still an incredible bastard when he
wanted to be. But Harry was willing to face them, for no reason that made sense
under the sun.

�� He supposed
that was what he got for being Harry Potter.

*

�� rebel_mistress:
Yes, I pretty much post a chapter (for me) every day, though the time I can
post varies quite a bit.

�� Satu: I
think I�ve heard of a fanfic with that premise- or several- but I can�t
remember actually reading one. Mostly, I thought it would be an option
available to Draco, and his friends, who really don�t understand his
obsession with Harry, would suggest it.

�� And oh,
don�t worry. This story is not going to get that much easier from here on out.
Thus the helpful little list of problems in Harry�s POV at the end of this
chapter.

�� I am still
very much enjoying this story. Writing it is currently keeping me sane as my
classes and my job both try to kill me at once.

��
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