Draco lifted his chin and smiled at him. "Don't worry, Harry. I'll take care of you."
                              
"I know you will," Harry said, kissing him again, until his libido was back up. 
                              
He slowly let go and knew it was time to uncheck that last item, that last barrier. He let himself fall back onto the bed and scooted on. He was on his back, legs spread, feeling more open and vulnerable than ever before, but determined to cross this bridge. Draco was staring at him with unbridled desire in his eyes. He followed onto the bed, on his knees, crawling over him, effectively straddling him.
                              
Harry tried to rein in his racing heart. This was going to happen. "How... I-er-how do you want to do it?"
                              
Draco smiled. "It's easier for you... when you're on all fours. Umm... do you have lube?"
                              
"Y-Yeah," Harry said, and the jar flew across the room at them. Draco's seeker reflexes were still clearly intact, as he caught it before it canned him. "Shit! Sorry, Draco!" He hadn't even consciously cast it.
                              
Draco's eyebrows rose at his wandless magic as he held the jar. "Did you just...?"
                              
"I didn't mean to... just... excited, I guess."
                              
Draco laughed, but his pupils grew. "Eager, you mean? That's pretty impressive, Potter. Wandless magic isn't easy. But... you just called to this, and it came?"
                              
"I didn't mean to!" he repeated.
                              
"Shh... I'm just teasing. It was hot... powerful. I think you forgot that, Harry."
                              
"Forgot?"
                              
"Forgot that you are brave... powerful... and strong."
                              
Harry grimaced as that truth hit the mark, until Draco leaned in and kissed him, again. He didn't know what to say but felt relieved.
                              
Draco whispered against his lips, "You are strong, powerful, kind, noble, forgiving, gallant... warm."
                              
Harry let out a little whimper, and Draco pulled back to stare into his eyes. "I've never known anyone as unbelievable and mythical as you, Harry. I owe you... my life, my family and my freedom." Draco kissed him with each word. "You are my hero, and I will always be yours."
                              
Harry looked at him wide-eyed, and his lip trembled. He needed to hear that. This couldn't be real, could it?
                              
Draco lowered his head and kissed him again. They didn't stop until they both were gasping for air. Holy Merlin... he wanted to come.
                              
"Do you want me to flip over?" he breathed.
                              
Draco laughed. "No... no, my sweet, beautiful man." He kissed him, again. "There'll be a time for fast and dirty, but this is not it."
                              
Harry's face fell. "It isn't?"
                              
"No..." Draco leaned in. "No... now is the time for slow and sweet."
                              
Harry let out another undignified whimper, and Draco smiled appreciatively.
                              
"I do love those sounds you make. Cute... so cute, Harry," Draco murmured, bringing his legs in tighter to Harry's hips. Their cocks were inches away from each other. "Don't worry, Harry. I'll take care of you... and let me know... if we're going too fast, okay?"
                              
"Draco..." Harry whispered and nodded in affirmation.
                              
Slow and sweet apparently meant another sensuous bout of snogging, but then Draco moved his lips to his neck, sucking his pulse point so hard that he nearly blacked out. Draco's fingers were not idle either, running slowly up and down his side, teasing his groin and then back up to his chest. So many sensations went through Harry that he was nearly ready to burst, but he held on. He didn't want this to end so soon.