Harry grabbed the sheets and allowed Draco to finish. It felt so good when Draco's fingers brushed his prostate. He was in the air... he wasn't sure where his body was.
                              
"How are you feeling?"
                              
"Flying..." Harry breathed.
                              
"I'll take that as good. Harry, I'm sorry to bring you down, but there will be a sharp pain at first. The burn will fade, okay?" Draco whispered, as his other hand massaged his groin, teasingly close to swollen cock. "I'll press in slowly and hold until you've adjusted."
                              
"I've topped before... you know," Harry huffed, panting at the contact he had.
                              
"We'll see if you remember that in about five seconds," he said, with a small laugh. He pulled his fingers out, coated his member and pressed in closer, steadying Harry with his hands on his hips.
                              
Harry tried not to clench as the head of Draco's prick touched him. Draco waited until he relaxed a little and slowly pushed in. He hissed in pain as Draco breached him. Draco said something and stopped for some reason, but Harry wanted the anticipation to end. He just pushed himself back into him, until Draco was seated inside. It burned and he took deep breaths as Draco tried to adjust from the position.
                              
"Geez, Harry," Draco muttered with a groan. "You, okay?"
                              
"Yeah... gimme a second."
                              
"Sure... man, you're tight," Draco said, panting from the effort.
                              
"Are you okay?" Harry laughed darkly, but hissed as Draco adjusted a little. It burned enough for his eyes to water.
                              
"It's always hard the first time... for both... though it's less painful for me," Draco said, as he leaned over and kissed the back of Harry's neck. "I'm sorry that it's so rough."
                              
Harry nodded, but slowly relaxed under Draco's soft kisses and caresses. He hadn't even realized how much he clenched up. His muscles loosened, and Draco could move a little easier.
                              
"There you are... you're doing so good, Harry," Draco whispered, and Harry let out a little whimper as his heart swelled. He could almost feel Draco's smile as he kissed his back again. "You like that, don't you? Hmmm.... interesting."
                              
Harry sighed. Apparently, he had a praise kink and didn't even know it. "After growing up being called a worthless freak, I suppose it left a mark."
                              
Draco paused before he kissed him, again. "You deserve nothing but love, Harry. You best keep those relatives of yours away from me, or I'll beat the crap out of them, magic or not."
                              
Harry turned his head to look at Draco, whose fingers brushed his cheek. Draco smiled warmly and almost had some tears in his eyes, too.
                              
"You're perfect, Harry. Beautiful, smart... brave and self-sacrificing. Never let anyone make you think differently," he whispered.
                              
Harry's heart warmed, and he shivered, again. "I... thanks... I'm ready."
                              
Draco stared down at him for a few seconds as though making sure. He slowly pulled back, and Harry winced at the movement and again when Draco drove it in deeper. Harry had to brace himself to keep his position.
                              
"Still, okay?"
                              
"Just... go for it... please? I'm not weak," Harry said, gripping the sheets for support.
                              
"I know you aren't. You're the strongest person I know," Draco said, and Harry hummed with delight, again.
                              
Draco went slow for a few more thrusts before he kicked up the pace. The burn faded, and the floaty feeling returned, when Draco's large cock hit the spot. Harry released some expletives, and Draco hit him there, again.
                              
"Harder!" Harry urged, knowing that Draco was taking it easy on him.
                              
Draco did, and Harry felt happier than he ever had before. It felt so... amazing. Draco hit his prostate every time, and it was nearly overstimulating him. He was ready to come, but Draco wasn't done, yet. Draco's large arms suddenly lifted him up, bodily, from the bed, and Draco sank deeper into him as he pulled him up and onto his lap.
                              
Harry gasped as the pain left and a brilliant burn of pleasure went through him. Draco, displaying even more physical prowess, started thrusting up into him, deeper and deeper. Harry was unable to keep quiet as he begged him for more. He had no idea that it could feel so amazing. His long-overdue climax was screaming to be released... or he was.
                              
"Draco!!!!!"
                              
"Hold on, Harry... just a little longer, my love," he huffed, holding him up.
                              
Harry felt those words in his soul as Draco aimed a few more hits to his prostate. Mercifully, one of Draco's hands let go of his chest and wrapped around his long-neglected cock.
                              
"I'm here... come for me, Harry...."
                              
Harry listened, finally releasing with another loud scream. Long white squirts came out, and his vision went black as the euphoria climaxed. Distantly, he felt Draco coming into him, and that thought made him smile. Draco slowly lowered him onto the bed and pulled out. He winced a little at the sudden emptiness but smiled widely, as Draco settled in behind him. His beautiful, tattooed arms wrapped around him and pulled him into his chest.
                              
Harry snuggled in closer, and Draco whispered, "Not to take advantage of your magic, but you mind... cleaning up?"
                              
Harry chuckled and tried the spell without his wand. The stickiness and sweat vanished, and he smirked triumphantly.
                              
Draco humphed. "Now, you're just showing off... but thank you. It's a very unpleasant feeling to wake up to."
                              
"Anything for you, Draco," he slurred, now extremely tired. It was nearly daybreak.
                              
"Hmmm... how about the light?" Draco whispered.
                              
Harry laughed a little, and he had that spell mastered already. The light turned off. "The blinds will go down before the sun comes up."
                              
"Very nice, Harry," he purred and kissed his neck.
                              
Harry's eyes were closed, but he opened up his neck for more. Draco obliged, kissing it and urged him to sleep. Harry's eyes opened, and he turned to look up at him. "You'll stay here, right?"
                              
"Well, as you duly informed me, I can't leave," he smirked.
                              
"Oh... oooh... I... forgot... ummm... do you want to leave?" he whispered, fearfully. 
                              
"I never want to leave, Harry," he said and leaned down to snog him for a few minutes. "Sleep, Harry. You'll never have to be alone, again."
                              
Harry trembled at the thought, but closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep with Draco's arms holding him tightly.