Draco made his way down to his chest, his lips caressing his skin as Harry squirmed under him. Harry just moaned shamelessly. No one had been so... attentive in making him feel so... divine. Draco didn't care that Harry wasn't touching him back. He was doing all the work and whispering soft "Shhs" and "It's okay's".
                              
"Relax, Harry," Draco said, as he kissed his v-line.
                              
Harry made more whimpering noises, much to Draco's amusement, when he went lower. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Draco's lips touched his head.
                              
"You okay, Harry?" he asked with a smirk.
                              
"Drrracooo..." he slurred. "Please!"
                              
Draco's grin was brilliant. "As you wish."
                              
Harry tightened up to the point of pain as Draco's mouth descended on him, again. He was holding on for all that he could. He wanted to hold on for as long as he could. He didn't know if he could, but after a few more teasing bobs, Draco released him.
                              
"Shh... relax. I want to be with you... can you hold on?" he asked, looking up.
                              
"Yeah?" Harry responded, unsure if he could.
                              
Draco smiled. "Alright... I'm going to roll you over and start to prep you, okay?"
                              
"Sure?"
                              
Draco reached up and kissed him. "Harry... I don't want to do anything that you're not comfortable with."
                              
"Just lead, Draco. I want you to take over," Harry said, and it felt so right. He was tired of that feeling of failure, of high expectations. Everyone wanted him to be the alpha male and the best at everything. He was tired of it all. He just wanted to relax, to let down his guard and let someone else take the reins.
                              
Draco touched his face and stared into his eyes for a few minutes before nodding. He kissed him again and slowly rolled him onto his stomach. He positioned him up to all fours and knelt behind him. He leaned over and kissed the base of his neck.
                              
"Relax... deep breaths. This is going to feel awkward. But you have to relax, okay?"
                              
Harry nodded and tried to will his anxiety away. Draco's lips slowly came down his spine as his hands massaged his thighs and hips, riling him up more. Finally, Draco's finger found his furrowed hole.
                              
"Relax... I'm here for you, only you, Harry."
                              
Slowly, he unclenched, and Draco's finger slipped past his tight ring and into him. He hissed at the intrusion, but Draco's finger started to slide in and out.
                              
"Ohh... fuck!" Harry moaned, as it burned a little.
                              
"Yeah, sorry... it gets better, easier. Just work through the pain for now, Harry. You can do this."
                              
Harry nodded, but then moaned as Draco's finger brushed his prostate. Draco kissed his neck again and circled, flexed and stretched him. He added a second finger and continued the long-drawn-out process. Harry somehow held on. He wanted Draco in him, too. When Draco added a third finger, Harry was begging for something more. It was all just teasing, now.
                              
"Please... Draco... please... I'm ready!" Harry pleaded.
                              
"A little longer. Hold on. I'm not small."
                              
"Really? We can just try it to make sure," Harry rasped out, as Draco's fingers spread him.
                              
"Slow and sweet, Harry," Draco drawled from behind him. "A few more times. I don't want to hurt you."
                              
"I can take it."
                              
"I see I'm going to have to be the responsible one. I know that you don't want it to hurt, no matter what you say," Draco responded.