Draco could see Harry's face as he turned his head to watch. Harry always had his eyes closed, if he was really into it, and he definitely was, now. His face wasn't lined with worry or pain but concentration. Harry always looked and felt better after healing him. It's what brought him happiness in an otherwise dark life. He even looked adorable as he bit his lip as he worked a tough knot above Draco's hip.
Draco groaned as Harry worked it loose, healing the tears with his soft, comforting magic. Draco loved when Harry did this, and it felt so good. Draco's eyes momentarily blissfully closed, but then opened suddenly. He glanced to his pants, between his legs, where there was undeniably a bulge. He tried to control his emotions and avoid tensing as Harry would open his eyes and might notice it, too.
It wasn't like his member hadn't ticked upward before when Harry did this, just never a full-blown erection. It was the first time since... those potions were used on him, and it happened against his will. However, he wasn't ashamed of it. He knew how he felt about Harry, as he glanced at Harry's kind face once, again. He just didn't want Harry to be upset by it. Harry wasn't in a mindset to be pushed on those kinds of things. There had been a concern that Draco hadn't even acknowledged that was growing in his mind. He wasn't sure he could ever... get it up... again.
He would have never been able to talk to Harry about that problem, though now, there wasn't one. Harry would have been too embarrassed and ashamed to ask him if his body or mind was irreparably damaged in that regard. Draco remembered their mind-healing session with Joel. Intimacy stared the crap out of Harry, now, and Draco had spoken truthfully, then, too. He didn't know if he could handle someone touching him, again, but his appendage had apparently grown to the idea.
Draco knew erections were an automatic, natural response to stimulation, but he also knew that he wanted something more, too. But Harry didn't. He wasn't ready and now was not the time to bring it up. They had all the time in the world to get comfortable, and there was no need to rush through anything. Draco took action to prevent any issues by turning over more.
Harry's eyes opened. "Draco?"
Draco didn't answer and just rolled onto his stomach without Harry's assistance. Both of his arms were under him, and he straightened his legs out. Merlin, it felt good to stretch out like this, again, and his hard-on was now concealed under him.
"It's fine. It feels good. Go 'head, Harry," Draco said, turning his head on his pillow.
Harry took a few seconds and then carefully began kneading, and it felt even better. Draco knew this was how massages were supposed to work. Harry was just taking it easy on him, worrying over him. But he started pushing and kneading harder as Draco relaxed under him. Harry was adjusting his spine, maneuvering it into place and healing the nerves along the way. Merlin, it felt so good. He closed his eyes and, without meaning to, he fell asleep.
When Draco opened his eyes, he was still on his stomach. The light was on, and his eyes fell on Harry, working at the table. Draco shifted a little, reacquainting himself with his body from a spectacular nap. Harry immediately noticed and rolled over on his stool.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Fabulous. Thank you, Harry."
He looked worried. "You've never fallen asleep before. Did I work you too hard?"
Draco laughed. "Yeah, worked me so hard that I turned to goo and passed out. I felt safe, happy and comfortable, Harry. That's why I fell asleep."
Harry blushed and smiled. "Sorry... I just... I didn't...."
"But if you want to stop torturing me with physical therapy... I'll be okay with that, too."
Harry sighed. "I'm sure. Sorry for worrying. But I didn't want to leave until you came out of it. I wasn't sure how well you could... roll."