(A/N: Rated M for mature content and language.

Apparently, I just couldn't leave off our lovely couple and there were plenty of requests for more (you lovely, smut lovin' gluttons). There's more, but here's a bit for now. So, here you are, readers. It's not quite an epilogue. More like... some outtakes, extra bits and The Honeymoon.

Warnings: slashy smut (probably more in the PWP category), tiny bit of fetish talk and fluff.

Enjoy! :))

Draco sauntered past the library and paused, looking in and noticing a slightly guilty looking, flushed Harry sitting in his favorite chair. "Harry?"

"Yeah?" Harry said, but his voice sounded a bit high -closer to a squeak. He'd just barely managed to hide the book he was reading behind his back but it didn't at all stop the flush he felt heating his cheeks and neck.

Draco cocked his head to the side, looking closely at Harry as he stepped closer. His cheeks were lightly tinged pink, his eyes were a bit dilated and his breathing was a bit heavy and slightly uneven. If he didn't know better, he'd swear Harry was aroused. He nearly smirked; he so did adore an aroused Harry. "Are you alright?" he asked, trying to keep the amusement, and arousal, from his voice. Watching Harry fidget a bit and the corner of a blue book, a very familiar blue book, was just visible peeking out from behind Harry's arm.

"Yeah," Harry said again, trying to act casual. He wasn't sure how Draco controlled himself so easily -not that he did often around him anymore- and it was annoying that he couldn't slow his still thumping heart or will the blood from his heated face. He knew Draco could tell he was worked up, the bastard's silvery eyes had that heated look they got when got aroused. It was at once infuriating and sexy as fuck.

Draco walked further into the room, in a lazy strut, his eyes on Harry and nothing else. "You're sure?" Harry nodded. "Because, you look... flushed."

"Yeah, no, I'm good. Just... uhm... hot in here," Harry said lamely, pointing at the softly flickering fire for a moment. He grinned when Draco's eyes narrowed and his steps faltered. They both knew he was lying but it was embarrassing to have been nearly caught reading smut. Gay smut. He felt the flush renew and he twitched in his pants when words and images flashed through his brain at the reminder. He nearly cursed aloud -just barely resisting the urge to cover his lap- when Draco's gaze zeroed in on his crotch, like he possessed some sort of erection seeking vision. He probably did, the sneaky git.

Draco hummed thoughtfully and casually climbed onto Harry's lap, straddling him. It was a bit awkward, he much preferred Harry on his lap, but it was quite nice anyway. He rubbed his cheek against Harry's, humming again as he felt the lightly stubbled skin still radiating heat. "Do I sound cliched if I say you're what's hot in here?" he said and chuckled when Harry groaned. It wasn't a sexual groan but the one he hears the rare occasions he makes lame or sappy comments.

"Oh Merlin, you are such a nerd," Harry said, fond amusement clear in his voice. He shifted in the chair, hoping he was able to shift the book to be completely hidden, and let his hands rest on Draco's hips. It was a bit awkward to have the blonde on his lap, he was just too damn tall, but it was rather thrilling. He could see why Draco enjoyed it when Harry did the same. He rolled his eyes and snorted at Draco's confused expression. "Nevermind." He wasn't going to try to explain what a 'nerd' was; Draco would probably get irritated with him, anyway.

Draco rolled his eyes right back and shifted closer. As soon as Harry's eyes fluttered closed in anticipation for a kiss, which he would eventually get, Draco snaked a hand behind his back and snagged the book. He made a triumphant noise as he brought the book out and chuckled when Harry's eyes snapped open and the flush returned with a violent explosion of pink on his neck and face. It was adorable. He kissed Harry's nose and then his lips, more of a peck than a proper kiss. "Reading, love?" he asked, raising the book a bit. It wasn't labeled, no graphic words or images to really advertise what it contained but he knew nonetheless. And he knew Harry knew he knew. He could see why Harry was embarrassed but he hoped to change that.

"Yeah," Harry said quietly. He wanted to snatch the book back, dump Draco from his lap and run away. He didn't, though. Mostly because he was still half-hard and that would make running away quite painful and ridiculous looking. He also didn't look forward to dealing with a pissed off Draco that got dumped painfully on his arse. He sighed and tried not to cover his face. He was an adult, for fuck's sake. An adult in a relationship. With a man. Surely it shouldn't be so embarrassing he was interested in every aspect of what it included. Still...

Draco hummed again, bending a bit awkwardly to lay soft kisses along Harry's jaw and neck, humming again when Harry relaxed and his hands slid up his sides to circle his back. "Good book?" he asked softly, nipping at Harry's ear lobe gently. He grinned when Harry shuddered and twitched. He still loved finding all of the spots that made Harry react. His ears and neck were wonderfully sensitive and he thoroughly enjoyed testing which touches got the best results. He nipped a bit harder at the skin right below Harry's ear and was rewarded with a low moan and another twitch.

"Yeah," Harry murmured, feeling like a broken record and a complete dullard with a limited vocabulary. It wasn't his fault though, his brain was too focused on his crotch and Draco at the moment. He really did enjoy the book. Especially the pictures. Most of them moved, so it was really just detailed porn. He loved Wizarding books.

Draco tongued the soft skin by Harry's collarbone, again bending awkwardly as he did so. He didn't care, he was enjoying both of their reactions too much to demand Harry switch spots yet. "How far did you get?" he asked softly, nipping at the spot he'd been licking and kissing.

Harry didn't answer right away, trying to make his mouth and tongue work to say the words. "Rimming," he breathed. He'd nearly had his hand down his pants at that point. Another minute and that's most likely how Draco would have found him. The thought filled him with equal parts of mortification and lust. He didn't relish the idea of being caught wanking but he had a good idea Draco wouldn't have reacted badly at all to the sight.

"Did that sound enjoyable to you?" Draco whispered, flicking his tongue on the outer shell of Harry's ear; mostly for the effect he knew it would have but also to give a tiny demonstration of what he could do with it. He grinned when Harry nodded enthusiastically with a soft moan and his hands tightened around his hips. "Hmm, would you want to try that?"

Harry twitched, the very suggestion making him almost painfully aroused. "Yeah," he whispered, so quietly he barely even heard himself. He really did want to try it. At first it seemed quite gross but as the descriptions -and photos- progressed, he was helplessly aroused. They hadn't done much more together, Harry more than Draco wanting to go slow. Of course, he did remember the way his body reacted when Draco's pinky had brushed across his hole the time he'd given him a blow job and that's what got him so interested. If just that delicate little brush made his cock twitch and his body zing with pleasure, he could only imagine what direct stimulation would do.

"What else did you read about?" Draco asked, shifting subtly in Harry's lap to bring their clothed bulges into contact. He moaned softly, nearly groaning when Harry bucked up and his hands tightened around his hips again.

Harry didn't answer right away. His mind was swimming with erotic words and images. He'd read about lots of things. Things he'd immediately needed to do to Draco and have done to him by Draco. "Everything," he murmured. There didn't seem to be any sort of progression to the topics. He'd read about full penetration then it went on to describe blow jobs and it sorta skipped around in that fashion. He shivered when Draco arched into him and slid a hand up his shirt, his fingers fluttering over one already peaked nipple.

"Everything," Draco repeated and chuckled. Yes, he wanted to do everything. But he also knew, even as aroused as Harry was, they were going to go slow. Take things at Harry's pace. He didn't blame the man, everything was new to him. Probably a bit scary too. He tried not to squeak when Harry's hand jammed down his pants and closed around his half-hard cock. He hadn't expected it. Not even with the way Harry was flushed and writhing around like a crup in heat. "Harry?"

Harry moved his hand slowly, his grip firm but gentle. He already knew what pressure Draco liked. "Hmm?"

"What do you want?" Draco asked, his voice going breathless as Harry's hand moved with perfect pressure and rhythm. Merlin, he was getting very good at that. "We don't have to do anything you aren't ready for," he reminded softly, moaning loudly at the end and nearly choking out the last few words.

Harry paused and pulled his hand free. "Get up."

Draco stared stupidly for a moment, the sudden lack of touch jarring. He did promise, though. So, he stood, his legs a bit shaky, ready to either leave or try to settle down with a book of his own. Before he could say anything else, or step away, Harry was pushing him into the chair and straddling Draco's lap. He grinned with pleasure at the realization that Harry only wanted to switch spots. Good. It was a lot easier this way. He attacked Harry's mouth, kissing and nibbling, moaning into his mouth when that wicked hand snuck back into his pants. "Fuck, Harry," he breathed, his head bowed as and panted softly against Harry's chest.

"Later," Harry said, his voice soft but husky. He grinned when Draco twitched in his hand, apparently liking the idea. He angled his head and kissed Draco, hard. He pulled back just enough to be heard, "Touch me," he said and Draco immediately complied. Sure, a mutual wank wasn't exactly sex but it still felt amazing. As much as he loved Draco and found him sexy, he wasn't quite ready to jump into everything he read about. The urge was there but his courage still needed to work up to it. He whimpered when Draco found a way to get his other hand in the back of his pants and he felt long, agile fingers brushing and fluttering over his arse, crack and even between. His hips stuttered, he couldn't decide which direction to arch into, both felt so good. He settled on a humping motion that made him feel like a randy dog against someone's leg but he couldn't stop himself. It felt too good.

Draco pulled back only enough to look. He loved watching Harry. It was oddly endearing as well as erotic. Most people made weird faces or looked a bit goofy when they came. Harry just looked... fascinating. Most times it almost looked like his orgasm took him by surprise and his mouth would go into a cute little 'o' as his eyes scrunched closed and he made the most delicious sounds Draco ever heard. Sometimes, he thought those noises alone could make him come.

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Draco raised an eyebrow when Harry slid off of the sofa and shuffled on his knees to kneel in front of him. "What are you doing?" Of course, he had an idea what was going through Harry's head and he found himself immensely grateful the kids were in bed.

"I wanna try something," Harry said and shuffled closer, sitting back on his heels a bit. His eyes dropped to Draco's crotch and he licked his lips with anticipation and nerves. Sure, he was a bit nervous but he wanted to do this; he'd been thinking about it quite frequently. He shifted closer and raised himself up enough to slide his hands down Draco's thighs, dipping his hands a bit to brush the inner seams of his pants. "Can I?" he asked once his intention was clear. He didn't think he'd get a 'no' but it seemed a bit rude to just tear off Draco's pants and go down on him. Then again... maybe it wasn't; he wouldn't have made a fuss were the situation reversed. He chuckled to himself and almost missed Draco's emphatic nodding.

Draco nodded, watching Harry closely. Harry was already a bit flushed and his darkening green eyes were flicking between his face and crotch. He was already half hard the moment Harry knelt in front of him and that intense look only furthered the process. He scooted his arse closer to the edge of the couch when Harry's hands finally left his thighs and went for the button on his pants. He lifted his hips, helping Harry pull his pants down to bunch at his knees. He nearly said something stupid like 'You don't have to' or 'Are you sure?' but didn't. As much as he didn't want to push, he also didn't want to give Harry a reason to second guess himself and stop. Harry was a grown man and could make his own decisions; if they just so happened to be to try giving Draco a blow job, he wasn't one to argue. He waited patiently as Harry stared.

"Wow," Harry murmured, his eyes riveted to the bulging underwear. He shuffled forward even more, pushing Draco's pants all the way and pulling them off so he could get between his legs easier. He ran his hands up smooth skin, fine blonde hairs tickling his palms. He pressed closer, his body warmly pinned between Draco's legs and pressing against the sofa. He slowly ran his hand up pale thighs, his palm brushing against the soft fabric of Draco's boxer-briefs. He hooked his hands behind Draco's knees and pulled gently, bringing Draco's crotch even closer. He leaned down and just looked, fascinated by the way the thin cloth seemed to tent yet cling to the outline of Draco's cock. He softly drew a finger along the rigid flesh and shivered with pleasured delight when he saw Draco twitch and the soft moan from above him. He looked up, angling his head a bit to peek out from under his lashes. "You'll tell me if I'm doing it right, yeah?"

Draco nodded once, his brain still catching up to Harry's question. "You'll know but yes." He usually wasn't one for blushing virgins but Harry's coy little glances up through his dark lashes was incredibly hot.

"OK," Harry breathed out and focused his attention again. It was a bit strange to find the sight of an obscenely bulging pair of underwear such a turn on. He'd never really noticed other bloke's dicks before and certainly not to be aroused by it. Either Draco was some exception or he'd never looked properly before... or let himself ponder the idea at all. He shifted closer and nuzzled the bulge with his nose, enjoying the heady scent that was Draco. He drew his tongue over the growing wet patch of pre-come darkening the fabric, continuing up the rigid length and hummed softly. The taste was something, too. He tried to still his shaking hands -he didn't want Draco to think he was scared- and pulled the elastic waistband down, trying not to giggle immaturely -not to mention it was rather unmanly- when Draco's cock popped out and nearly smacked him in the face. It brought back the image of the same thing happening that first night with Draco. Thankfully the laughter died quickly and he was nearly drooling as he stared. Sure, a cock wasn't exactly attractive but it was... appealing nonetheless. He looked up with a look of gratitude when Draco lifted his hips again and drew the boxer-briefs down to join Draco's pants somewhere on the floor.

Draco resisted the urge to say something, anything, to get Harry to continue his task faster. He was almost edging towards painfully aroused now and it was hard to not grab the back of Harry' head and smash his face into his crotch. He balled his hands up for a moment before lacing his fingers together and settling them behind his head. He nearly grabbed his own hair painfully when Harry just dove in, cramming half of his cock into his mouth in one go. He expected to hear gagging or choking but he didn't. Just a surprised, pleased little humming noise that sent heat rushing through him. He really shouldn't be surprised by Harry anymore but he was. The man just had natural talent for any task he tried; lucky him it included this as well. "Fuck," he hissed when Harry started to slowly bob his head, somehow dipping lower with each move. "How...?" he panted.

Harry pulled off, again fighting a giggle at the wet, slurpy, pop noise he made as he did. It was kinda sexy in a gross way. "I dunno, never really had much of a gag reflex" he said thoughtfully and tapped the leaking head with the tip of his tongue, collecting the bead of pre-come. "So? OK so far?"

"Fuck yes," Draco murmured and had to again resist the urge to smash Harry's face back into his crotch. He was going to probably die at this rate but he was going to continue letting Harry go at his own pace. If he did die... well, he couldn't imagine a better way to go. He grunted when Harry engulfed him again, his throat bulging obscenely. He had to look away or he'd probably come way too quickly. He twitched and winced a bit when he finally heard a gag. "Don't rush it, love," he whispered. His eyes rolled back in his head as Harry pulled back, his tongue pressing into the sensitive underside as he did, swirling around the head as he popped off. He had no idea why Harry had been so nervous; he was doing a fantastic job. He forced his eyes open and looked down. "Have you been practicing?" he asked, not realizing exactly how that question sounded.

Harry gaped and slowly pulled back. "No, I haven't. What the fuck do you think I'd do that for?" he asked, trying not to squeeze the sensitive organ in his hand in retaliation. Blonde bastard... what sort of person did Draco think he was?

"No," Draco said, eyes widening slightly. "I mean... on objects or something. Not other people, Harry," he said, trying not to chuckle at Harry's scandalized expression. "Merlin, do you think I'd ask so calmly if I thought you were blowing random guys to practice?"

Harry glared and looked away, still trying not to just squeeze. "No and no..." he said, trying not to pout now. He was almost painfully aroused himself, his hips wiggling on occasion in a futile bid to make his pants a bit more comfortable around his own erection. He shifted again, pressing the palm of his free hand against the bulge and hissed. That didn't help at all. "Is there... is it OK if I do.. uhm, myself at the same time?" he asked, looking back up at Draco. He would probably explode if Draco even tried to touch him and he wasn't going to be able to wait anyway. He squirmed again, the sticky wet patch rubbing annoyingly against his trapped hard-on. He nearly frowned in confusion when Draco groaned and his head flopped back. Maybe it was rude to wank at the same time?

"Yes," Draco muttered. "It's very OK, you little horn-dog," he said, amused and so turned on his balls ached. He wiggled his hips a bit, chuckling when Harry followed the sway of his cock and latched onto it again. He can't remember the last time he enjoyed a blow-job so much. His eyes flicked between Harry's enthusiastic head bobs and his hand trying to get his pants undone. Finally Harry was able to undo the button one-handed and he felt his groan of relief vibrate through his mouth, straight to his cock and his hips jerked. He watched as best he could. It was a bit hard though. He wanted to close his eyes and throw his head back but he wanted to watch Harry as he fisted himself, too. It was insanely sexy, knowing Harry was turned on by what he was doing. His hips kept trying to buck up but Harry had placed a hand on his hip, his fingers pressing in hard enough to make little white circles on the pale skin. "Harry," he moaned, the closest he got to give a warning he was coming. Harry didn't back off though and he arched enough to gag him a bit as he came.

Harry swallowed as best he could but spluttered a bit, feeling rather clumsy and debauched when he felt come splatter on his lips and chin. He managed to get most of it down his throat, though. He groaned and lightly squeezed the hand around his cock, pumping furiously twice more before he twitched and came, his head resting so close to the base of Draco's cock he felt the surprisingly soft blonde hairs tickle his nose and cheek. "Huh," he said after his breathing was calm enough to talk. "That was fun."

Draco chuckled weakly, still feeling wonderfully lethargic and sated. "Fun. Sure, that's one word to use," he said lazily and rolled off the sofa with a graceless thump, landing slightly on top of Harry. He wrapped his arms around him as best he could and kissed him languidly, only slightly put off by the taste of himself in Harry's mouth. Harry was much tastier. "Brilliant," he drawled, pulling away a bit and mumbling against Harry's lips. He licked and nipped at them, enjoying the satisfied hum from Harry.

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Harry gaped, stopping two steps into the room. He slowly looked around and just... stared. He'd gotten used to seeing lavishly decorated rooms; expensive furniture and rich fabrics -but this place was stunning. He turned a bit, taking in the creme and sage room. Everything looked soft and comfortable, even the walls. He moaned softly when he saw the bed. There were too many pillows and he would probably sink and disappear into the blanket on top, it looked so luxuriant and fluffy. He noted a stand full of ice and a dark green bottle of champagne nestled in the ice.

"Like it?" Draco asked, coming up behind Harry and wrapping his arms around his waist. Harry looked speechless.

Harry nodded. "Yeah, it's... wow..."

Draco hummed happily in agreement. It was indeed 'wow', as Harry put it. "It ought to be. It's the honeymoon suite, so they better spoil us." He forced Harry forward two steps and waved absently, their luggage floating into the room, and shut the door. He'd barely managed to escape the luggage man in the lobby, unwilling to let the Muggle to even sneak a peak at magic. Even accidental witnesses are a no-no. He smiled and nodded approvingly as he surveyed the room as well. Muggles could certainly do extravagant almost as well as wizards. "You like it?"

"I think so," Harry said breathlessly, still looking around. He didn't know how high up they were, the elevator ride lasting over a minute, but he could only see pink-tinged sky from the windows, which were so far across the massive room, he couldn't even accurately say how big the windows were. He noticed the bathroom and angled towards it, amused when Draco just walked behind him, plastered to his back, instead of letting go. "Holy... shit..." he muttered, looking around. The bathtub alone could fit 4 people and the shower looked perfect for shagging, the little bench and handles seemed to be molded in just for that purpose. He looked around the gleaming room and whistled softly. "I don't even wanna pee in here," he whispered.

Draco laughed and dragged Harry out of the room, leading him not-so-subtly towards the big bed.

Harry tumbled down, landing comfortably under Draco and moaned as his hand swept across the covers. "Oh gods, that's amazing."

"You're fondling the bed when I'm right here?"

Harry laughed and bent his neck up, kissing Draco thoroughly, pulling back just enough to nip his bottom lip. "Sorry, love. Even your ass isn't this soft."

"Hey!" Draco ran a hand over the bedding and pouted, partially admitting defeat. "Alright, but if you're gonna start rubbing against it like some horny dog, I'm taking pictures."

Harry snickered and rolled out from under Draco, doing just that. He wiggled his ass into the bed before turning and rubbing against it like he was on top of Draco, making loud, exaggerated grunts. He broke down into breathless giggles when Draco darted for their luggage, obviously looking for the camera. He didn't even want to bring the camera but Draco insisted. After all, they'd probably leave the room at some point and they'd eventually want pictures. By the time Draco found the camera, with a triumphant 'ha!', he'd already sat up and was no longer rubbing himself on the silky bedding.

"Aw." Draco pouted and tossed the camera lightly onto an overstuffed chair. He nearly expected the damn thing to bounce off, but it just sort of sunk in and almost sighed in comfort. "Are... what are you wearing?" he asked, walking closer to Harry, his eyes drawn to a sliver of pink just visible between Harry's t-shirt and pants. His fingers twitched once, the urge to go investigate strong enough to have him stepping closer quickly.

Harry twisted as he looked down, trying to figure out what Draco was referring to. He'd changed out of the stuffy bonding robes and into the jeans and t-shirt he currently wore. "What? Clothes. Am I over-dressed?" he asked, dropping his voice into a playful husky purr. He wiggled his eyebrows and crooked a finger. He gave an unmanly squeak when Draco pushed him down and quickly rolled him over, a hand pinning on the small of his back pinning him down. "Draco!"

"I saw pink, Harry." Draco said, trying to hold down a wiggling Harry and get another peek at the flash of pink he saw earlier when Harry had been rolling around like a puppy. Visions of smutty honeymoon lingerie flashed through his mind and he nearly groaned.

"Oh," Harry said and flushed. "It's just underwear. 'Mione thought it would be funny to get different colors..."

Draco pulled Harry's waistband out a bit and sure enough, pink underwear. Boxer-briefs, though. He found himself a bit disappointed. For a moment there, he'd almost hoped they'd be knickers. Lacy knickers. Not that Harry wasn't sexy in his boxer-briefs; the material seemed almost enchanted to cling lovingly to his perky arse and cup his crotch in a perfect little package. He cleared his throat when he noticed Harry staring at him, his lips twitching as he obviously fought a smile. "What?"

"Did you think I was wearing girl's underwear?"

Draco tried to scoff but it was useless. Harry wasn't stupid. Harry wasn't oblivious. "Yes," he said and raised his chin in a haughty way, striving for defiant and maybe a bit indifferent. "So?"

"Kinky, love," Harry said softly and chuckled. He slowly got to his knees, kneeling on the bed and pulled Draco closer by his shirt, kissing him hard as soon as he was close enough. He pressed his palms against Draco's neck softly, his fingers fluttering in the pale, soft strands. He could feel Draco's pulse beating wildly and the heat seeping into his skin. Draco was definitely turned on and all because he thought Harry had been in girl's underwear. Sexy. "Would you like that? Me, in knickers?" he asked, his voice back to the soft purr.

Draco had to clear his throat again. "I don't know. Maybe," he mumbled and shrugged one shoulder, striving for indifference even as he felt his pulse pick up and his cock fill a bit more.

"Maybe?" Harry asked and slowly slid a hand down Draco's chest until it rested on the prominent bulge in his pants. He didn't snicker or make fun, warming to the idea himself, and unwilling to make fun or even appear to be making fun. Really, it was only the quick response that amused him a bit. "Just maybe? I'm not opposed to the idea, if that helps."

Draco moaned softly. He hadn't any idea it would be such a turn on until now. He never thought blokes in women's clothing to be all that appealing or sexy before so why did just the thought of Harry in a lacy pair of knickers have him half-way to hard in record time? "Well," he said and cleared his throat softly. "It wouldn't hurt to see, would it..."

"Nope," Harry said and pulled Draco close again. It was kind of cute to see Draco the blushing, stammering one for once. He didn't care if Draco wanted to see him in knickers, as long as it wouldn't be a permanent thing. Or if they were really uncomfortable. He nipped at Draco's ear, flicking his tongue out onto a jumping pulse point. "You'll have to buy them," he whispered hotly into Draco's ear, watching a shiver work through him. He had no interest in buying them and also, Draco could pick what style he wanted. He chuckled when Draco groaned, more than a tinge of embarrassment in the sound. "What? Then you can pick color... style... fabric," he said, each word punctuated with a kiss along Draco's jaw.

Draco groaned softly again, burying his face in Harry's neck. He was still insanely turned on and each kiss was making him closer and closer to all out panting. "Alright," he said. "Tomorrow," he breathed and pushed Harry until they both landed on the bed, nearly getting lost in the fluffy bedding. "Oh, for-" he huffed and dragged Harry upright again. He tore the blanket off and let it drift to the floor before throwing Harry back on the bed, chuckling when he bounced a few times. He groaned when Harry struck a coy pose, bending his legs but keeping his knees together as he looked up at Draco through his lashes. He knew it was a put-on but it was still sexy as fuck. He blinked when Harry's coy look disappeared and a smirk popped up onto his face as his hand popped out and pressed against his chest, stopping his progress onto the bed and over Harry.

"Strip," Harry said firmly.

Draco didn't hesitate, he tore his clothes off, not caring where they landed or even if they remained intact. He pounced, landing right on top of Harry's lap, his knees nearly to his armpits as he rested his back comfortably on Harry's raised thighs. It was rather different to be completely naked, perched atop a fully dressed Harry. He wiggled slightly and chuckled when Harry's knees flopped down and his hands came up to circle his hips. "Your turn."

"You do it."

Draco raised an eyebrow but he wasn't complaining or disagreeing. He was a bit curious as to why Harry was being so pushy. Again, not that he was complaining. He wiggled down Harry's body and made quick work of his pants and pretty pink underwear, gently stoking Harry though the colorful fabric for a moment before they came off, too. He just vanished the t-shirt he was wearing, not really caring if it disappeared forever. He did appreciate Muggle clothes, they did amazing things for Harry's body, but he was too horny to care right now. He went to summon the lube and laughed when half of their luggage zoomed over and bounced onto the bed. "How much did you pack, love?" he asked, sorting through the many pockets of the bag that hovered over first.

"Uh, I dunno... plenty?" Harry asked, leaning up on his elbows to watch Draco look through the bag. He nearly blushed when the blonde pulled out three little tubes just from one bag; maybe he over-packed. All together, there were probably close to a dozen bottles, in various sizes. He shrugged, he didn't know how much they'd need. He didn't want to have to run from room to room looking for lube, or summoning it from who knows where at a critical time. He grabbed the backs of his knees and pressed them into his chest, snickering when Draco groaned, and stuffed a pillow under the small of his back. He was ready. He sighed when Draco finally touched him with an overly slick finger. He wiggled and suppressed a ticklish giggle when he felt excess lube dripping down his crack to drip along his lower back. He briefly worried about messing up the bed, but shrugged. A cleaning charm shouldn't cause any problems.

Draco eased in two fingers right away, happy to see there was still a little slack from last night. He chuckled when Harry wiggled, already impatient. So much for slow, romantic, honeymoon sex. He slicked himself and eased inside Harry, sighing softly as he did. He didn't move, giving them both the time to adjust and calm down a bit. "Alright?" he asked softly. He hadn't taken much time to prepare Harry and he'd momentarily been worried he'd rushed. Harry didn't appear to be in pain though, his brows only slightly pinched together.

"Yeah," Harry said just as quietly. He opened his eyes and smiled, letting his knees go to let Draco get closer. The urgency from earlier seemed to fade a bit as he ran a hand softly down Draco's chest, the dull shine of his wedding band catching in the dim light. He had to close his eyes again or he'd probably start blubbering. He sniffled anyway, making Draco press closer and wrap his arms around him tightly and softly kiss his neck and shoulders. He nearly apologized, he knew Draco wouldn't make fun or call him a girl but he hadn't meant to get so emotional, until he felt Draco's chest hitch and a very soft sniffle from him, too. "Oh, gods," he whispered, tightening his arms around Draco. "We're lesbians."

Draco couldn't help the laugh that bubbled out, the sound a bit breathy and wet, and slapped at Harry. "Shut up," he scolded and scowled playfully. "We can be all sappy and not be women, you arse."

"I know, I just..." Harry shrugged. It was almost too much and he needed something to break the nearly suffocating wave of emotion that had swamped him -and Draco apparently. "I love you," he said softly, closing his eyes and relishing for a moment that he was married. He was telling his husband he loved him. A sizzle of pleasure and warmth went through him, making him shiver lightly.

Draco nodded and settled himself back down against Harry with a soft sigh. "I love you, too," he muttered. He was still a bit annoyed with basically being called a woman, probably more so since the whole 'nearly spontaneous hard-on from the very idea of Harry wearing knickers' thing but he knew Harry was trying to lighten the mood, finding intense emotions still a bit hard to handle. He kissed Harry deeply, relishing in the soft moan from Harry as his hips twitched and circled, a silent plea for him to move. He did, feeling a bit giddy he was getting his slow, romantic, honeymoon sex.

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"Stop wiggling!"

Harry stilled but huffed. "You're going to shove a finger up my arse. Excuse me for being nervous."

"I don't have to shove anything up anywhere. For fuck's sake, it's not a requirement! We don't have to do this," Draco said, his voice wavering with amusement and a bit of frustration. Mostly amusement, though. Harry nearly pounced on him earlier and said 'I want you to stick a finger in my arse' without preamble or a pause. It was... odd and so Harry. He barely had time to be aroused before laughing. It was so sudden and said with such a straight face, he nearly didn't take Harry seriously. But here they were, both naked and him kneeling between Harry's thighs, lube dribbling down his arse and his hand and Harry wiggling away or squirming every time he lowered his hand. He hadn't even touched him yet! "We can wait. There's no rush, love."

Harry huffed again and spread his thighs more, feeling a bit silly and exposed but determined. "I know we don't, but I want to."

"Doesn't seem like it," Draco muttered, glaring back when Harry scowled. "What? It's supposed to feel good, not freak you out." He nearly chuckled, never before having a lover like Harry. He can't remember ever being so amused, turned on and frustrated with another person at any point during sex let alone at the same time. It was wonderful.

"I'm not freaked out!" Harry groused and scowled again, realizing he was a bit. He hadn't minded the whole 'stick your tongue in my arse' thing when Draco did it but did didn't really go in. A finger went in and he was convinced it would hurt, it seemed a bit stupid to willingly put himself in pain. But he knew that if he let a finger freak him out, he'd totally panic when it came time for something... larger. "It's... it won't hurt, right?"

Draco sighed and crawled up Harry's body, laying flush against him. He could understand Harry's apprehension but not the stubborn will to just bull though sex like some task or job that needed tackling. Most times, Harry didn't treat it as such. He was quite willing to explore and learn, but this seemed to be a pausing point. "Honestly?" Harry nodded. "It does; a bit. But it doesn't last long and I'll go slow, rushing is what causes pain most times." He leaned down and placed a series of gentle kisses along Harry's neck, shoulders and chest. He felt Harry relax and smiled. "Or you could do me? I don't care." It might be easier to walk Harry through the steps that way; he's done it before, after all.

"No, I... no."

Draco looked up and frowned slightly. "I have done it before, I don't mind if you want to switch." And really, he wouldn't. As much as he preferred to top, he'd swap for Harry. He didn't think Harry would exactly mind, even if he'd gotten the impression Harry would rather bottom. Probably exclusively if he enjoyed it enough his first time.

"No, it's not that... I mean, I'd rather... uhm, you know. Be on the bottom," Harry said and felt his cheeks warm. He knew Draco wouldn't care -love it even- but he felt embarrassed to admit it out loud. He didn't think it was anything silly like feeling less of a man, though. The very idea of being the one that got fucked was very appealing, especially when he knew it would be Draco doing it. Hopefully it was just nerves. He'd been so nervous his first time, he nearly vomited on Ginny, so it seemed normal to be nervous. Ugh. How sexy would that be? He focused on his breathing for a moment until he gasped, his focus shattered.

Draco grinned around the nipple into his mouth, catching it between his teeth and slowly letting it slide through. He looked up at Harry and smirked, kissing the other pebbled nub. "I don't mind at all, Harry," he said in a soft purr. "Anytime you wanna try something different, just tell me. Alright?" Harry nodded and he shimmied back down his body. "Now, I repeat; I'm going to go slow and you let me know if it's too much, yeah?"

"I will," Harry said, huffing slightly. He tried to relax but flinched slightly when he felt something wet and a bit warm touch him. "Ignore me unless I say stop, alright?" he said, looking down at Draco. He didn't want him stopping with each flinch or he'd never get through with it. It was very reassuring knowing Draco would stop though, that helped relax him as much as the soft touches and gentle kisses.

Draco nodded. "Fine," he said quietly and used his unslicked hand to softly caress Harry's inner thigh, relaxing him almost immediately. He grinned when Harry's cock twitched with interest and slowly circled his finger around the circle of muscle. It twitched too and he groaned softly. He didn't do anything but circle is slowly, slicking it and relaxing the muscles. He looked up when Harry moaned softly and smiled. "Alright?"

"Yeah," Harry breathed, his eyes sliding closed. He didn't flinch when the pressure increased and gasped softly when he felt just a fingertip slowly slide in a then back out again. It wasn't exactly painful, more like a pinchy sting that was gone almost as soon as it registered. He heard a wet, slick sliding noise and had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. "Why does sex sound so... funny?" he mumbled, his hips twitching lightly with the friction Draco was creating as he slid his finger in a bit quicker and further. It felt really good.

Draco looked up and snorted. "I don't know. Maybe you're still 12?"

"No way. I didn't do this when I was 12."

Draco laughed, shaking his head and focused back on what he was doing. By now he was curling the rest of his fingers away, he was going in so deep. Harry was panting softly, soft little moans drifting out of his mouth and his hips were twitching softly every now and then. He pulled out, squirted more lube -ignoring the childish giggle from Harry at the squirting noise- and gently worked in two, keeping them close together. "Alright still?" he asked quietly, looking up at Harry.

"Yeah," Harry mumbled. He noticed when Draco added another finger, but like before, any discomfort was gone almost before he really noticed it. He slowly slid his feet up the bed, widening his legs and opening himself up a bit more. "That actually feels nice," he said softly, moaning a bit louder with he felt the fingers wiggle a bit.

Draco nodded, not that Harry was looking, and wigged and scissored his fingers a bit more. "Might want to hold on to something," he murmured and twisted his fingers, hooking them gently until he saw Harry go limp and give a loud grunting moan.

"Holy shit... holy shit... fuck..." Harry ranted, panting and moaning so his words were almost mumbled beyond recognition. His eyes rolled back as Draco continued to stimulate what he knew to be his prostate. What he didn't know was how amazing it was. Heat and pleasure sizzled and pooled and he found himself writhing and shifting to keep Draco's fingers inside. He really, really hoped Draco didn't stop. His hands buried in his hair and he panted, moaning louder the faster Draco went. He was pretty sure he was going to come and Draco hadn't even touched his cock at all.

Draco watched as Harry writhed, panted and moaned. He needed to squirm a bit, relieving the pressure of his own now throbbing erection as he watched Harry lose it. He was rather sure he'd enjoy it but it was fucking sexy as hell to watch. Harry twitched, another sharp grunting moan coming out of his mouth, his cock steadily leaking and making a small pool on his stomach. He leaned forward and dragged his tongue up and down the slick length twice and nearly got an eyeful of come. He quickly engulfed Harry, moving with him when his hips arched sharply and hollowed his cheeks. He finally let go, licking along his hip bones gently, when Harry weakly slapped at him, apparently over-sensitized. "Alright there?" he asks, trying not to chuckle at the thoroughly wrecked Harry laying limply, panting and twitching occasionally.

"Yeah," Harry sighed and slowly opened his eyes. "That was... wow..."

Draco nodded, stoically fighting the urge to wank himself. He knew Harry would want to take over and he'd rather he just blissed out and enjoyed himself for a bit longer yet but the urge was hard to deny. "Liked it, yeah?"

"Yeah," Harry said, a 'duh!' look on his face. "Uhm, how many did you get in?"

Draco chuckled and slowly slithered up Harry's body again, his urge growing and hard to deny. "Only two."

"Huh." Harry said and let his arms flop back onto the bed. He started when he felt Draco's erection pressing into his belly and scrambled up, pushing Draco over and slowly sliding his hand down the slick length. "Sorry," he murmured, kissing Draco. It was a bit enthusiastic but he thought it was great. He shifted and quickly worked down Draco's body. He wrapped his hand around the base and nearly snickered. By the looks of poor Draco, he wouldn't last long. He barely even got a few strokes -mouth and hand- before Draco was flooding his mouth, his hands fisted tightly in his hair. He didn't mind, he quite liked it when Draco grabbed and stroked through his hair. He bobbed once more, swirling his tongue and catching any stray come before resting his head on Draco's thigh. "So, when can we do that again?" he asked, kissing the inner skin softly and watching the muscles twitch and flex with interest.

Draco could only laugh. "I need to get my bones back." Harry only hummed in response before crawling up his body and flopping down beside him, his arms and legs wrapping around Draco's chest and thighs in his best octopus impression.