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"What? You've never had sex?" Potter asked, outraged.

Draco shrugged awkwardly, avoiding Potter's gaze. "We were in a war, Potter."

"Yeah, a war that ended a decade ago!" Potter exclaimed, staring at him with wild, unbelieving eyes.

"I just wasn't interested in it," he argued, narrowing his eyes at Potter.

"In sex?" Potter asked. "You're missing out."

Draco rolled his eyes, trying not to let the knowledge that Potter had apparently had all the sex in the world already get to him too much, both because he knew it was baseless and because it would mean he allowed himself to consider Potter as his, or at least his-adjecent. This was only their second date; neither of them had any way of knowing whether they would work out.

Sure, they'd been friends for a few months now — a simple side effect of being colleagues and working on the same floor — but that didn't mean they would work as a couple and Draco didn't want to get his hopes up. He'd been aware of his crush on Potter for years now, but Potter actually liking him back was still unimaginable. It was arguably unimaginable for most people, but the ugly Mark on Draco's arm would instantly put him last in line.

Or at least, he'd assumed it would, until a slightly tipsy Potter asked him for a drink after work sometime at a Ministry party. He'd wanted to turn Potter down then and there, but changed his mind at the last second and went for it. Their date went fine, with perhaps a bit too much alcohol involved, but Draco had fun, and he thought Potter did too.

In fact, Potter had been the one to schedule this second date as well, coming up to Draco at work the morning after to ask him with the cutest and most sheepish smile Draco had ever seen, and had promised that there would be no alcohol that time. To keep his promise, they decided to have their date at Potter's home, and they had gotten two hours into quite comfortable and admittedly fun conversations before stumbling onto the topic of sex.

Sex wasn't Draco's most favourite topic. He knew it was strange to be almost thirty and still very much a virgin, and some would probably think it stranger that he'd turned down any advances because he simply wasn't interested. He'd honestly never been interested in having sex, though he understood why people desired release — he certainly wasn't a stranger to masturbating.

It didn't surprise him that Potter responded exactly as most people did, but somehow the topic was more uncomfortable now than ever before.

"But why, though?" Potter asked, slumping down on the couch with a look of clear disbelief.

Draco sat up straighter, crossing his arms. "Like I said, I'm just not interested."

Potter frowned. "Are you not interested in having sex, or have you just never met anyone you want to have sex with?" he asked for clarification.

Draco thought the question strange, and he said so. "I mean, how could I know if I've just 'never met someone I'm interested in'?" he asked back.

"I guess..." Potter said, shrugging. There was something on his mind, Draco could tell from the way his eyebrows knit together, and he nudged Potter to try and get it out of him. Potter looked up at him for a moment before directing his gaze to his socked feet. "I was just wondering if you also... weren't interested in me," he admitted, voice trailing off near the end and making Draco have to strain his ears to hear him.

Draco paused, turning Potter's words over in his head. He realised then that Potter was probably disappointed, which made sense. Sex was a large part of a relationship for most people. Could they even get together if Draco didn't want to have sex with him? Well... did he really not want to have sex with Potter? Draco frowned, looking at the man next to him.

He hadn't really bothered to look at someone with sexual intent in a while, at first because he never ran into anyone he was interested in and later because he'd simply given up on looking. He had always found it difficult to pick out what he might like or be attracted to about a person; most people were like a blank slate to him with nothing interesting to pick out.

For Potter, though, it came shockingly easy. Draco'd always been drawn to every part of him — his eyes, his hair, his words and the pretty lips they passed while being spoken with his voice. Potter could take his breath away and completely clear his head of every worry he'd ever had, even on his worst days, and he could listen to Potter talk for hours, whether with joy or anger.

Still, in his years of obsessing over every part of Potter, he'd never thought to see him in a sexual way. He'd never considered what sounds that mouth could make at the heights of pleasure or what those strong hands would feel like on his waist or... elsewhere. He'd only ever imagined those soft lips against his own, imagining nothing more nor less than the sweetest of kisses.

Now, though, he wondered how Potter kissed while having sex. Would he be more aggressive or actually softer? How would his tongue feel against Draco's? Would their teeth get in the way or enhance the experience? What would those lips feel like on other parts of Draco's body?

"...it's fine, really!" Potter's words slowly faded back into Draco's consciousness, though he wasn't sure how long Potter had been talking for. They faded back out again just as easily, drowned out by the questions racing through Draco's mind.

He wondered what it would be like to have Potter get him off. Would it feel more intense than when he did it himself — maybe too intense even? Would they be compatible in what they liked? Draco couldn't imagine himself actually shagging someone; would that be a problem for Potter? What would Potter's fingers feel like inside of him? Or his—

He cut his own thoughts off with a shake of his head, his cheeks flushing. So maybe he did want to have sex with Potter... was he done talking Draco's ears off by now?

"I'm sorry," Potter was saying when Draco forced his focus back on his words. "I shouldn't have brought this up."

Nope, he was clearly still talking. Could that man do anything other than apologise? Draco sighed, gathering all the courage he could manage and pulling Potter in for a kiss. That shut him up nicely, though it took a moment for Potter to become aware enough of the situation to kiss Draco back.

Their first kiss was just like the kisses Draco had imagined before today — nothing more than their lips sliding gently against each other — but the contact set his body alight and butterflies loose in his stomach. Potter's lips were even softer than he'd imagined, and Draco melted completely into the kiss when Potter's hand came up to hold his cheek.

He shuffled closer to Potter, doing his best to keep their lips pressed together all the while, until he was practically on Potter's lap, straddling one of his legs. The kiss soon lost some of its innocence as Potter opened his mouth and hesitantly poked his tongue out. They were entering territory now that Draco had never even fantasised about, but he was willing to try.

He opened his mouth for Potter, a small moan slipping out when their tongues touched for the first time. His hands came up to curl into Potter's hair, the kiss deepening as Potter turned his head a little, his free hand coming to rest on the small of Draco's back. Though it was such a minor touch, mixed with the amazing feeling of kissing Potter, Draco could feel his dick begin to take interest.

Keeping up with Potter was surprisingly hard, but he tried regardless, mimicking the motions of Potter's lips and tongue. Potter's hand on his back pushed them closer until Draco's crotch was pressing up against Potter's hip, and he was torn between hoping that Potter wouldn't notice his beginning erection on one side and on the other side that he would and he'd help him out.

Draco was starting to feel slightly lightheaded, both from lack of air and from the intimate nature of what they were doing, but it was hard to move away when Potter's lips followed instantly, dragging him back every time until Draco resorted to softly biting his tongue.

"Ouch," Potter called out, though his voice was more teasing than serious. Draco rolled his eyes, using the small break to sit down on Potter's leg and catch his breath.

"I need air, you know," he panted.

Potter looked at him funnily, like Draco's conundrum came from inexperience instead of basic human nature, and Draco felt his cheeks flush a little. "Just breathe through your nose," Potter said matter-of-factly, the hand on Draco's cheek slipping into his hair and pulling Draco back against him.

Draco couldn't adjust to Potter's suddenness in time. The movement made his crotch press into Potter's hip, and Draco caught the moment Potter realised Draco's predicament when he paused right before their lips met, a strange smile appearing on his face. Potter's mouth kissed a trail to Draco's ear, nibbling momentarily on the lobe.

"I thought you weren't interested," Potter remarked, his low voice making Draco shiver. He moaned out a little in surprise when the hand on Draco's back pressed Draco's rapidly growing erection harder against Potter's hip. Potter moved back, pressing their foreheads together and bringing his other hand to rest high up on Draco's thigh. "What's this, then?"

He reached out his thumb, pointedly brushing over the bulge in Draco's trousers. Draco swallowed thickly, his hips bucking up a little without his permission when Potter took his thumb back, making Potter chuckle. He didn't trust himself to speak and only stared back, panting a little.

"May I?" Potter asked quietly, rubbing their noses together. Potter's eyes were sparkling a bit, like he was asking for permission to unpack a birthday present, and the understanding that Draco was that present made him flush deeply. He nodded, taking a deep breath to prepare himself. They were moving into situations that were even more unfamiliar to Draco than kissing, but he wanted to. He really wanted to.

Potter smiled, pressing their lips back together for a moment but not accepting Draco's attempt to deepen it. He laughed a little when they broke apart, making Draco feel like he missed a mark. Draco frowned at Potter, gasping in surprise and looking down when Potter pressed his open hand to Draco's erection.

When Draco looked back up, Potter's smile had changed to a small smirk, and Draco rolled his eyes. "Stop playing me," he muttered, sitting back a little.

"Alright, alright," Potter gave in, and Draco held his breath when both of his hands started working on Draco's belt. Even though his fingers weren't as elegant as Draco's could have been, Potter was clearly experienced enough that Draco's belt was on the floor in seconds. Potter's hand was down his pants in less, though, and Draco let out a quiet moan when Potter's warm hand curled around his dick.

That one touch already had him panting, staring down entranced as Potter took him out of his pants. It was a bit embarrassing, showing this much of himself to Potter on only their second date, but by far not enough to turn Draco off. In fact, the sight and sensation of Potter's hand simply holding him made him throb shamefully. He would have hidden his face in Potter's shoulder, certainly when Potter chuckled at him again, but he couldn't look away.

Potter's hand started stroking him, easily working him to full hardness within moments. When his hand reached the head that time, he swiped his thumb over it, and Draco moaned out, hips bucking up. He knew that doing that felt great, but it was so much more pleasurable when it was someone else doing it. Or maybe it was just because it was Potter touching him? He couldn't imagine reacting like this with anyone else.

Every touch of Potter set his skin alight, and Potter clearly wasn't holding back himself. He did things with his hand that Draco had never even thought of doing, and Draco couldn't control his increasingly louder moans and the stuttered thrusts of his hips in their attempt to get more of the earthshaking pleasure Potter was gracing him with. He had his forehead pressed to Potter's shoulder but hadn't yet taken his eyes off of Potter's hand doing those wonderful things to his dick.

Distantly, he realised he should probably get Potter off too. That was how these things went, right? Potter's hand had slowed down a bit and steered clear of the head, seemingly taking pity on Draco if the soft kisses pressed to the side of Draco's head were any indication. Usually, he'd have tried to get Potter to cut out his carefullness, but he supposed he could make use of the break.

Potter was still driving him absolutely mad with pleasure, simply from his hand sliding smoothly over Draco's shaft, and — when did he conjure lube? He reached for Potter's trousers as he turned that realisation over in his head. Potter couldn't have possibly taken out his wand, right? And he hadn't heard anything either. Did Potter cast the spell wandless and word—

Draco moaned out loudly when Potter pressed his thumb to the slit of Draco's dick, his hand falling away from Potter's belt. "Don't worry about me." Potter's voice was sudden and rough in Draco's ear, making him shiver and moan again. Draco raised his head to look at Potter's face but faltered when Potter's thumb began rubbing small circles over the slit and head of Draco's dick. His eyes slipped shut, his head falling back to Potter's shoulder as he moaned loudly.

"Git," Draco managed in between embarrassingly loud moans. Having someone else's hand on him was much more intense than Draco could have ever imagined, and he felt his orgasm build up embarrassingly fast. He was struck with the desire to drag it out, but Potter clearly didn't share in that sentiment. His strokes only got more ruthless, his hand hardly ever falling to the base of Draco's dick as he spent most of his attention on the head.

All he could do was moan and buck up into Potter's hand while squirming pathetically on his lap. His hands were grasping tightly onto Potter's shirt, every twist of Potter's hand sending waves of pleasure through Draco's body and shaking him to his core. The next time Potter closed his hand around the head of Draco's dick, Draco felt himself leak a bit. Potter's hand rubbed it into the skin with torturously spectacular motions, and Draco practically cried out in pleasure.

He didn't have it in him to warn Potter, his orgasm crashing over him before he realised how close it was. Words mixed with his mortifyingly loud moans that he couldn't make out but really hoped weren't too embarrassing as he came all over Potter's hand and their shirts before slumping down against Potter.

Somewhere, he registered Potter's magic washing over them and cleaning them up, but he couldn't be bothered with getting up. Instead, he cuddled closer to Potter's warm body, sighing contently when Potter's arms wrapped around him.

When he did look up, Potter was staring down at him with more amusement than Draco felt was warranted for the situation — which was a lot. "What?" he mumbled.

"You called me Harry," Potter said, voice filled with appreciative wonder. Draco flushed deeply.

"Forget I said that," he muttered, beginning to move off of Potter.

"No—" Potter tightened his arms around him, keeping him securely pressed to his chest. "I liked it." Draco flushed even worse, turning his face away so Potter couldn't see it. "C'mon, I've been wanting you to call me that for ages," Potter said slightly whiny. He wasn't lying, though; Potter had first asked him that months ago.

"I'm not doing that again," Draco muttered. Potter sighed deeply.

"Please?" he asked, and his voice made Draco's resolve melt, because maybe he did want to call Potter by his first name. "It would be a bit weird to call your boyfriend by his last name, wouldn't it?"

"Boyfriend?" Draco asked surprised, sitting up at once.

Potter smiled carefully. "Yeah? I mean, I was going to officially ask you today," he explained. "Only if you want to—"

Draco rolled his eyes, grabbing Potter's cheek and silencing him once more with a kiss. "Calm down for once, you arse. I want to be your boyfriend," he breathed against Potter's lips, who smiled infectiously, but not as wide as when Draco finished with a whispered, "Harry."