Fic from a newbie

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Title: Not the First Time
Rating: Um NC-17?
Pairing: dont be stupid H/D
Disclaimer: Do I need one of these? Of course I dont own them, or they'd be tied up in my bedroom, never to be let out.
Summary: Written from Harrys POV just after he and Draco's first time. Harry wants to 'repay' Draco. *smirk* Its my first fic, so be kind please.

When Harry’s breathing had slowed to a more normal rate, he opened his eyes and took a good look at the blonde beside him. They were both unselfconsciously naked, satiated and still covered with a sheen of sweat. He grabbed his wand and muttered a cleaning spell over both of them. Studying the boy’s face, Harry was thankful that there was no trace of the trademark smirk, nor cruel curl to his lips. Harry was still lost for words, he had no words to describe what had just happened to him, but he felt like he was the only one in the world to ever have felt like that, surely it wasn’t like that for everyone. He was a bit sore, but it was a sore he wanted to remember always.

The light in Harry’s room was low. The candles in the wall sconces had long since burned out, the drapes were closed, and the only light was from the fire in the grate. Harry used his wand to aim a charm to stoke the fire. Both boys were now bathed in the golden light from the fire, and Harry returned his gaze to Draco, startled to find glimmering grey eyes catching his own. They were unreadable, unfathomable. This boy next to him was a total enigma. Scathingly cruel at times and yet at others so tender it broke your heart. Harry wasn’t so sure that Draco wouldn’t do it all – be cruel and tender and break his heart all at the same time. However, Harry couldn’t run away from this, didn’t even want to. Because there was something between them, he could feel it deep down in his gut.

He drew a deep breath and raised his hand to follow the shape of Draco’s cheek with his fingers from ear to chin, softly back again past his lips, feeling soft breath and angel kisses ghosting them as they passed. Harry sighed, Draco was so beautiful, Harry just wanted to touch him , and keep on touching, exploring, memorising everything.

Harry returned the look, lifted himself, straddled his hips, and pressed his forehead to Draco’s. Holding eye contact he leant in for a kiss, soft and full of promise.“My turn” he grinned, before he deepened the kiss, letting his tongue wander across teeth and lips, eliciting a sigh in response. Harry wanted to taste every part of his lover. He trailed his tongue down Draco’s neck from ear to collarbone, nuzzling in to taste by nipping and sucking along the way, marveling at how soft the skin was. He smoothed the bites with kisses and blew along the wet trails he left behind, causing Draco to erupt into goosebumps when a particularly sensitive spot was stimulated. He lost track of time, the sensuous taste and feel of Draco’s skin was too intoxicating for him to stop. Surely this was a drug, he just couldn’t get enough of it. Harry’s fingers mapped out Draco’s chest, lightly tracing ribs and muscles, tickling the soft hair along his flat abdomen and around his navel, laughing as Draco’s breath caught at being tickled. Flicking over taut nipples, Harry replaced his fingers with teeth, biting and sucking at them and they puckered under the attack.

Harry’s heart was pounding, the pressure thumping in his ear. He could feel that Draco was reacting too, his breathing had become erratic, he was emitting little hisses, and gasps every time Harry found a sensitive spot. It gave Harry a such sense of power, and a lot of confidence. (I am doing this to him! He likes this, and this, and…..ooohh……this too) Wet, sucky soft kisses made a path down from Draco’s chest, down until Harry found his belly button. He swirled his tongue around it, poking it in erratically, feeling Draco moan with the sensation. His kisses followed along the inside of a hip bone, down the curve of a long lean thigh to knee, ankle, toes, back up the other side, knee, thigh and hip, all the time revelling in the smell of him, musky, salty, sweaty, but oh so good. This was where he belonged, making love to Draco, worshipping his body with his mouth.

Harry paused, and lifted himself back to Draco’s mouth in order to kiss him deeply again. He didn’t think he would ever be able to get enough kissing. It made him dizzy with desire and he could feel his own arousal making itself known. Harry whispered, “Draco, I want to taste you now, and when you come in my mouth, I’m going to lick you clean and play with you until you are hard for me again. OK?” he smiled with a deceptive sweetness into Draco’s own shocked smile, kissed him again, deeply, and took that as permission.

Harry had no idea that Draco would taste so good. He gave a low growl. He sucked, licked and twirled his tongue around the head, tasting everything, implanting everything upon his memory. Draco writhed under him telling him with every movement and every sound that, yes indeed he was doing it right. Harry looked up at Draco, still sucking, still moving up and down his hard cock, and caught Draco watching him. They stared into each others eyes. Harry held the gaze, mouthing “Watch me” , and increased the speed and the strength of the suction, causing Draco to thrust his hips forward to push himself further into Harry’s mouth. Harry placed his hands on each of Draco’s hips to help balance their thrusts at each other and soon with a loud groan, the blonde spurted his seed straight down Harry’s throat. Harry moaned at the taste that was Draco, thinking he could live off that taste. He lapped up every bit and then continued to lick and clean Draco’s cock, all the time holding the grey eyes captive.

“Come with me down in front of the fire Draco.” Harry said after a few moments, his voice husky with desire. They crossed to the fire and lay down face to face on a large sheepskin rug. Harry ran his hand along one of Draco’s thighs, trembling a little. “Lie on your stomach Draco I want to keep worshipping your body.” Draco shivered and complied exposing his back to Harry, who gaped at the beauty of him all over again. Ghosting fingers along shoulder blades, down his spine to the cleft at the base, following it with tongue, wet with saliva, kissing trails along ridges and valleys, letting his hands roam all over, kneading, pressing, rubbing and pleasuring him with his touch. Long, slow kisses on the sensitive spots at the back of his knees sparked little tremors through Draco’s body. When he could feel that Draco was getting restless, he finally allowed his fingers to travel the valley to the tight perfect puckering that was his objective. Shaking now with desire, he gently inserted a wet finger, then another, slowly stretching him, feeling Draco relax into the touch, making small growling noises.

When the noises began to get desperate, Harry decided he had had enough. He reached for the lube and applied a liberal amount to his hard shaft and massaged Draco’s entrance again using the lubrication on his fingers. He bit his lip, he had never done this before, so he was nervous that he wouldn’t do it right, but he was more concerned that he would hurt Draco, so he went slowly. He positioned himself kneeling between Draco’s legs, “Draco, up on your knees, love”, he said gently. The blonde complied, and Harry moved in closer behind him, spreading Draco’s knees apart enough for him to move his own between them. “OK, now lean back onto me, easy does it, I’ve got you” He gasped as Draco obviously knew exactly what he was doing, and slowly pushed back and guided himself onto Harry’s hard cock inch by inch. This feeling was totally unreal, so tight and warm, safe. He didn’t want to move, not ever. Draco dropped his head back onto Harry’ shoulder , shivering “Ohhhh, that feels so good……….” Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s torso, one hand splayed across his chest, flicking a nipple absentmindedly, the other across his waist, hanging on tightly. It was a statement of both protection and possession, pressing Draco back into his chest. This was home, he was never leaving.

Harry slowly began to move in and out, thrusting and his moans matched Draco’s. How could anything feel this good, he wondered, the sensations overwhelming him. After a while he found a rhythm he was comfortable with, and he began pumping harder, faster, deeper, and then he suddenly discovered a sensitive spot where on each thrust Draco shuddered and clasped the arm circling his waist, digging fingernails in harshly. Harry continued to thrust into Draco, leaving red bite marks on his shoulders and neck, tweaking his nipples harshly, yet whispering softly into his ear. Wanting this to last forever, but needing more.

He was very close now to coming, but slowed, ignoring the protests. “Draco, open your eyes, and look at us.” He purred into Draco’s ear. There was a mirror standing along the wall beside the fireplace, and now Harry saw the two of them, outlined in gold from the firelight, glowing, stunning. Draco looked into the mirror and saw himself flushed, eyes full of lust, his cock so hard again. Saw Harry looking over his shoulder, green eyes flashing in the firelight, holding onto him as if for dear life. “Look at how beautiful we are Draco, look at us. Watch me fucking you…..” moving again in and out, deeper and deeper. Draco watched, awed “I never …….oohhhhh………” Draco closed his eyes and pushed back into Harry urging him in harder, faster. “No, Draco, open your eyes. I want you to watch this. I want you to watch me fuck you until I come, I want you to watch yourself come.” Draco’s eyes snapped open and locked onto Harry’s emerald green eyes sparking in the mirror. “I’m just about there Draco, can you feel how hard you’ve made me?” he growled . “Oh ….., so fucking beautiful. Just so………..aahhh” Harry could contain himself no longer, screamed Draco’s name, and gave into the convulsions that overtook him, pumping hard into Draco, who watched avidly, his own orgasm surprising him such that he too came, quietly, shaking.

The intensity of watching the two of them brought tears to Harry’s eyes, and it was quite some time before either of them could move. Harry felt like his very soul had been ripped out and put back, different, better.

Still kneeling, Harry caught Draco’s chin with his hand and turned his face towards him for a kiss. “Thank you Draco for tonight. This has been something that I will remember everyday for the rest of my life.” He closed his eyes and still trembling, rested his forehead on Draco’s shoulder . Drawing a deep shaky breath Draco made to leave, but Harry clasped him tighter, saying “No, stay, please. I want to feel you next to me just to know this wasnt all a dream. “