Adjusting

                                        

                                              
Adjusting
Published: 8/22/22
Harry swore as he collapsed back on the bed, blinded by the force of his climax. Draco had pulled out and fell next to him, nuzzling his neck. Harry gladly gave him more of it. Merlin, the second time was even better than the first. The room was lit up, and there wasn't any hesitation this time. It was perfect... the sex was perfect, though Draco tried again to get him to top. He shot that down. Draco was such a natural at topping, and it felt so good to feel him inside of him.
Draco, unlike Harry, had no need to catch his breath after that round of sex. His hands were already caressing his chest, his stomach and moving down toward his groin, before they made their way back up to his collarbone slowly, as though intentionally winding him up. Harry felt every movement of his fingers, as they gently rubbed and massaged his skin. Fuck, Draco had this snuggling thing down pat, the glorious sex god that he was.
"Merlin, you're going to make me hard, again," Harry whispered as his breathing finally calmed down.
Draco took the opportunity to kiss right behind his ear, getting another moan out of him. "I wouldn't mind it too much, but if you're sore...."
Harry turned enough to look at him. "I'm not. You... you're amazing. It didn't hurt as much the second time."
"The Healing Charm helped?"
Draco had insisted that he cast one before he agreed to an afternoon romp. Harry shrugged. "Yeah, but it wasn't just that. I'm not as sore, now."
"Your ass adjusted," Draco whispered, as his hands continued their gentle caressing of his body.
Harry went red, but was getting riled up. It didn't matter if he just came. Draco was touching him, and he was already back in the mood. "Yeah, I guess it did."
"Hey? You okay?"
Harry turned to him, confused. "I'm on cloud nine, Draco. Why would you think otherwise?"
"Well... we are going fast."
"I don't care, as long as you're okay with it. I just.... Merlin... you're like perfect."
"I'm not perfect," Draco chuckled, lightly.
"Have you seen your body?"
Draco shrugged. "Yeah... but I still have a rather muddy past, Harry."
"And I don't?"
"Fair, but you're a hero. I'm a...."
"Draco, don't. Please..." Harry said, turning to touch Draco's face. "Let's just leave the past behind us. You hate my lack of confidence... well, I hate your self-hatred. I don't care about... those things that happened."
"Those things are big things, Harry," Draco whispered.
"No... no... they're not. We've both done things we regret to each other... but we saved each other, too. I feel... like you saved me... again, Draco. I've been so lost... broken, but I feel... whole with you."
Draco's eyes welled up a little, and he leaned in to kiss him. "I meant what I said... last night, this morning. You're my hero, Harry. I just want you to be happy."
"I'm happy with you. I'm happy with this."
"What happens when people find out?"
"Fuck 'em," Harry grunted, and he meant it. His adoring fans can go stuff themselves.
Draco smirked almost proudly. "I like that you can say that."
"We belong together. You said it last night... we could never be a fling. I felt it, too."