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"I'm not sitting on your face! Why do you even want me to do that?" Draco asked, sounding far more outraged than Harry felt was warranted.
"It just sounds fun! I saw it somewhere and thought we could try it out," Harry reasoned. That wasn't entirely accurate, but he figured it might go over better that way.
Draco scoffed. "What do you mean you 'saw it somewhere'?" Or he'd just get jealous...
Harry sighed, rubbing his face in his hands. "Okay, I didn't. I heard Ron—"
"No," Draco interrupted him, his hands covering his ears. "I don't care anymore. I don't want to hear it."
"Okay, okay," Harry relented with a laugh, holding his hands up. Draco lowered his own, crossing his arms.
"But what do you even get out of it?" he asked, and Harry could now see a soft blush dusting his cheeks.
Harry grinned. "I dunno," he answered, partly genuinely. He'd never done it before, but it couldn't be too different from blowing Draco normally, so really, what was there not to like about it? "That's why we have to try it."
Draco glared at him for a moment before his eyes softened. "I guess," he muttered at last, uncrossing his arms and walking up to Harry. He opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, but decided against it and grabbed Harry's collar to pull him in for a kiss. "Now?" he asked when they parted.
"Fuck yeah," Harry agreed, nodding as he smiled widely. He welcomed Draco's mouth back on his own and let Draco walk him backwards until the back of his legs hit the side of the bed. Their lips broke apart for a moment when Draco pushed him down onto the bed, but when they met again, it was with even more enthusiasm.
Harry's hands found Draco's hips when he straddled him and he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. He nibbled at Draco's bottom lip, pushing his tongue inside when he moaned softly. Draco's tongue met his with unbridled need while his hands tangled themselves in Harry's hair, where he always loved to put them regardless of the situation.
When they broke apart that time, a thin string of saliva connecting their mouths together, Draco pressed their foreheads together. Both of them were panting softly as Harry simply stared into those gorgeos eyes for a moment. Draco stared right back, his misty eyes shining with love and thinly veiled arousal, and all Harry could think about was how he loved this man so much and so wholly.
He was caught off guard when Draco broke the moment with an exasperated roll of his eyes as he pushed Harry's shoulders until he was lying down, but Harry could tell he only did it to relieve the tension of the moment. He sighed at his boyfriend's reaction but gladly accepted his attempt to hide his flustered face when their mouths slotted back together.
Draco hesitated when they moved apart, eyes shifting uncertainly to the side. Harry smiled softly and hopefully encouragingly, reaching one hand up to brush away a few stray hairs that had fallen over Draco's face before cupping his cheek. He brought him back down for one more kiss, much softer that time. "Let me get comfortable first," Harry mumbled against his lips, taking charge of the situation.
When Draco rolled off of him with a timid nod, Harry moved up the bed properly and placed his head on the pillow before gesturing down for Draco to come up. "How am I...?" he started, sitting on his knees next to Harry.
Harry frowned. "How are you wh—oh, uh," he interrupted himself once he realised what Draco had meant. "Dunno, uhh." Draco chuckled, tension easing out of his shoulders. Harry smiled sheepishly. "I hadn't thought about it this much. Uh... just, face me, maybe?"
Draco's cheeks flushed a soft pink when he nodded, his hands already reaching to undo his trousers as his eyes moved away to avoid Harry's. Harry slipped one hand down his own pants, stroking himself casually as he watched Draco get off the bed before stepping out of his trousers and exposing his long, lean legs.
Now without his trousers, the bulge straining against his pants made it clear that he'd been denying how much he wanted to do this as well. Harry was still smirking slightly at the revelation when Draco's eyes shifted back to him for a moment, and he relished in his blush deepening strongly.
"Why do you still lie to me about being into stuff?" Harry had to ask, gesturing for Draco to take his shirt off as well when he hesitated. He took his hand out of his pants so he could quickly remove his own shirt too, throwing it to the floor somewhere.
Draco shrugged, now fully naked aside from his bulging pants that left very little to the imagination. "Habit," he mumbled, his thumb hooking underneath the waistband of his pants.
"Habit," Harry echoed, but he missed the chance to add a teasing tone to his voice as he was stuck staring hard at Draco's crotch the second fabric moved. Draco always made such a show out of undressing himself, and whether it was because he was still a little uncomfortable (shy?) or because he just liked to put up a show like the attention-seeking prat he was, Harry wasn't sure.
Regardless, he did love to watch as Draco slowly exposed himself until his pants were far down enough to fall to the floor, and not abashedly so either. His hand had travelled back down to his pants, now gently squeezing over himself to relieve some pressure while his eyes remained trained on Draco's crotch as more and more of his shaft was exposed, pale turning to a soft pink. He swallowed thickly when Draco's dick finally sprung free, licking his lips in anticipation.
When he looked back up, Draco had his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed at Harry, but the blush was still ever present, and Harry didn't care to cover up his intentions. He gestured for Draco to come closer, urging him to sit on Harry's stomach with his dick rested on Harry's chest and his legs straddling his sides.
"Hello," Harry greeted teasingly, tapping the head of Draco's dick with his finger. A dark blush spread over Draco's cheeks and down his chest at that, and the little interested twitch his dick gave only worsened his embarrassment.
Draco groaned, leaning over so he could hide his face in the pillow above Harry's head as Harry laughed. "Why are you like this?" he whined.
"You love me," Harry cooed. Draco sighed deeply.
"I guess I do," he agreed.
Harry grinned widely. "I love you, too," he answered, and he could almost sense the heat emimating from Draco's cheeks. "Now hurry up and get on my face, will you?"
Draco scoffed, sitting up a little so he could make sure that Harry saw his exasperated eye roll. He sat up all the way after a second longer of glaring at Harry (and failing to come across as remotely intimidating). Harry waited as he hesitated for another moment, his hands splayed out on Harry's chest, before the uncertainty in his eyes hardened and he sat up on his knees.
He carefully removed Harry's glasses first, putting them safely on the bedside table. Then, slowing down as he went, he shuffled forward until his taint was right above Harry's nose. Harry stopped him there, his hands on Draco's thighs to hold him still. He lifted his head to kiss the little stretch of sensitive skin before sticking out his tongue and licking a stripe up to his balls. Draco sighed, shivering at the touch, but kept hovering above Harry's face with seemingly no intention of sitting down.
Harry pulled softly on his thighs, redirecting his sigh to blowing air onto the skin still wet with saliva, but aside from another soft moan, Draco didn't budge. "Prat. Sit," Harry urged, pulling once more.
"I'm going to hurt you," Draco said quietly, but his voice was nigh filled to the brim with arousal and threatening to spill over. He just needed a little push.
Harry rolled his eyes. "And it's going to feel great," he assured him, and when he pulled on Draco's thighs a third, he finally gave in. Harry couldn't have hoped to say anything more then, because the next thing he experienced was a face full of Draco's arse. He let a pleased groan slip, his own dick already twitching readily. He probably wasn't sitting with all his weight, but Harry really couldn't be bothered to criticise such a minor thing when he had much more important things to do.
His hands grabbed a stronger hold on Draco's thighs that were now pressed against the sides of his head while he mouthed along Draco's taint. He tilted his head back to suck one ball into his mouth for a moment before moving to the other. The weight of Draco's dick was resting hotly on his forehead, and he groaned when Draco rocked his hips with a soft moan.
Draco stilled his hips there for a moment, and Harry was afraid he was going to back out, until he rocked his hips again, more experimentally that time. The underside of his dick rubbed over Harry's forehead, his balls rolling over Harry's nose, and Harry took the opportunity to press his tongue to Draco's rim. Draco moaned out in surprise, rocking his hips again and rubbing his rim over Harry's outstretched tongue that time.
Harry waited until he was still again to pull him further down, moaning against Draco's arse as it became a bit more suffocating, a bit harder to breathe, but Harry loved it. He felt it when his dick leaked in his pants, likely wetting the front of it, and took it as a sign to make his own pleasure as clear as possible so Draco wouldn't misinterpret the pleasurable discomfort as not-so-pleasurable discomfort.
Still, it was hard to get much out with the weight Draco was putting on his face. He only had to poke his tongue out a little now before he was pressing against the rim. He swirled his tongue around a few times, following the wrinkly skin, before pressing directly against the centre. It only took a bit of prodding to breach the ring of muscle, and the little breathy moan that left Draco when Harry pushed most of his tongue inside in one go went straight to his dick.
Before Harry even had the chance to move his tongue, Draco's hips were rocking again, this time making small movements diagonally downwards as though he were riding Harry's dick. The thought of Draco riding his tongue in that exact way made him moan, and he hurried to match Draco's pace with his tongue, fucking in and out of him steadily.
Rimming wasn't unfamiliar to them, and it was especially something Draco really liked to receive. Harry himself had always loved to make Draco writhe and trash with just his tongue, even if it wasn't enough to get him off fully. He considered that this might just do it, and the broken moans Harry caught in between puffs of air certainly hinted at that too, but Harry couldn't resist feeling around for Draco's dick with his hand.
The angle was a little awkward when Harry's hand wrapped around the pulsing length, but the surprised, higher-pitched moan it tore from Draco's throat was well worth it. He tried to set a rhythm, but the angle and the absolute pleasure coursing through him without even being touched made him falter repeatedly until he decided to simply close his hand around the shaft and let Draco's thrusts get him off, which seemed to be working like a charm.
Harry, meanwhile, was getting a little lightheaded, though he couldn't discern whether it was from pleasure or lack of air. It was likely to be a combination of both, the thought of which only excited him more. He was still taking care to thrust his tongue in and out of Draco, occasionally accompanied by small licks and sucks that drew the most perfect breathy sounds out of him.
Pleasure had soon crawled all the way up Harry's spine and had begun to mess with his focus, but he didn't need to focus much anymore. Draco had taken over for him almost entirely, rocking his hips with much more vigour and seemingly having found the perfect pace and spot to rut against. He was clearly chasing his own high and getting off on the situation maybe as much as Harry was, and Harry purposefully clenched his fist a bit to hear the broken gasp and moan.
Draco got like that sometimes, when Harry didn't have him literally pinned to the mattress. He'd become so desperate for release that the only thing he could do was rut against the closest part of Harry's body. Harry already loved that on a good day, but having Harry's face be the subject of his mindless rutting was an entirely new experience, and, fuck, this better not be the only time he got to experience this.
His orgasm was quickly approaching now, and he let go of Draco's thigh with his other hand so he could finally take himself out of his pants and stroke himself fiercly. Draco's rutting was getting sloppy as well, and Harry could tell by his voice that he was right on the edge, so he closed his mouth around the rim as well as he could currently and sucked.
Draco came with a cry, his hips slowly coming to a stop against Harry's face. Harry was so close now, too, but what pushed him over the edge was Draco finally, finally sitting with his full weight on Harry's face, and it was wonderful.
His own cry was stifled by Draco, who'd seemingly forgotten Harry was right underneath him as he jumped, and he would've jumped off if it wasn't for Harry's hand around his dick holding him in place with the wordless threat of overstimulation.
He came so hard that he must have blacked out afterwards, because the first thing he registered was gentle kisses being placed all over his face. He blinked his eyes open with a content smile, immediately easing Draco's worried look that he hadn't even been aware of. He accepted Draco's hug and a few more kisses before he felt stable enough to kiss him back.
"That was terrifying," Draco admitted quietly, a few minutes of cuddling and kissing later. His face was buried in Harry's neck, soft breaths tickling the skin there.
"Was it? I couldn't have been out for that long."
"Well, no..."
Harry chuckled, carding a hand through Draco's hair. "Since when do you worry so much?"
"Since I can show it," Draco admitted, so quiet that time that Harry almost missed it.
He didn't have a response to that. He wasn't sure how he could even begin to respond to that. Usually, when Draco left him speechless, it was out of exasperation (or, more recently, pleasure), but this time, he figured his heart was swelled up so much that it took up the last bit of his brain that hadn't yet been reduced to mush by what they'd just done.
And really, Harry loved it when Draco rendered him speechless. (In more ways than one.)
Instead, he answered in the second best way he could think of: with his arms wrapped tightly around Draco as he grinned down at him until he finally came out of hiding. Then, he grabbed Draco's face with both of his hands and kissed him harshly, pouring his all into it. He tried desperately to convey just how much Draco meant to him with that one kiss, but he figured he'd forever fail at that.
There was no way he could accurately explain just how much he loved him, so the only thing he could do was keep trying!