Draco leaned in to practically bite his neck as he sucked hard on the pulse point, and Harry groaned. Draco's hands found his hard cock.
"Next round?" Harry whispered.
"If you're up for it," Draco hummed against his neck.
Harry was almost giddy when he rotated to give Draco access. Draco's fingers found his hole easy enough and quickly applied lube before his beautiful cock slipped back in. Harry groaned, eagerly pushing back to get more of Draco inside of him. He didn't care if Draco thought he was desperate. He wanted Draco to claim him, permanently. Each time, each thrust, he could feel that they were getting closer together.
Draco took his sweet time, going slower and slower, despite urging to fuck him senselessly. Draco never listened. He did his own way, every time. It was one of the things that Harry loved the most about him. Another was Draco's dedication to making him happy and strong. Gosh, his words after Hermione left... were so amazing. Just thinking about it again made him nearly explode, but Draco wasn't having it.
Draco kept him grounded in the present, hitting hard while gripping him so tightly. Draco never let him lose focus for a second. Each thrust was perfect, and Harry was beyond words when his hands finally wrapped around his shaft. He came forcefully and felt Draco exploding inside him. His lover carefully lowered him to the bed as he pulled out and let him recover without riling him up, again. His arms wrapped around him, and he kissed his head gently, as Harry rode out the last vestiges of his orgasm. 
"Merlin... you really are a sex god," Harry breathed, earning a chuckle.
"You're okay?" he whispered, always so concerned about his well-being.
"I'm euphoric, Draco. You don't need to keep checking. You worry too much."
Draco kissed his head, again. "I just need to know that you're okay. But, as I've stated repeatedly... we are going fast."
"What three rounds of sex in the first day is fast?" Harry scoffed.
"Yeah... it is, prat."
Harry's eyebrow rose as he turned to stare at his lover properly. "Are you okay, Draco?"
Draco's smile widened as he stared down into his eyes. His fingers caressed his face, and his eyes sparkled a bit with tears. "I've never been more alright. This... was always my one true wish."
Harry whimpered a little, making him blush, but Draco leaned in for a kiss. Harry gladly returned it, feeling him up in the process. Merlin, he couldn't get enough of Draco.
Draco shivered a little. "Easy, Harry. Not that I wouldn't mind another round, but... we need to talk."
Harry's eyes widened, and he leaned back. Draco had tensed up as well, and Harry couldn't help but worry. Talk could be bad or good.
"What's wrong?" Harry whispered.
"Calm down... it's..." Draco grimaced, and he looked worried, too. "I... Granger already brought it up... earlier... and we need to talk about it."
Harry was trying to remember what he meant, but he just waited for Draco to finish.
Draco looked like he was preparing to do something he really didn't want to do. "I want you to know that... I'll respect whatever decision that you make. I don't wait to lose you or make you upset," Draco said, but lost his confidence quickly. He was even trembling.
Harry tilted his head, confused and more worried. He didn't like seeing Draco this open and vulnerable. "What? What's wrong?" He already feared the worse.
Draco took a deep breath and said, nervously, "I'm... I'm supposed to work tonight. If you... umm... don't want me to keep working... I mean... stripping... I'll understand. I don't want to lose this... you. So, if it is too much or you don't like it... I'll stop. I'll pick you. I'll always pick you, Harry. Just tell me you want me to stay and I will." He sounded like he was begging.