"Damn right I did. You're the best boyfriend I could ask for. I don't want anyone but you, Draco. Please believe that. You are kind...smart... and powerful," Harry said, kissing him at each word. His hands fought with Draco a little trying to break his hold on him.. 
                              
Draco wouldn't let go. He smiled. "I'd probably say the same about you... powerful... yes. Kind... definitely, but... not so sure about that smart part. I still amazed you made all those potions even with help from Snape's book." Harry kneed his leg this time, but Draco pulled in closer to kiss him. "Hey... that was close! But you are compassionate, strong, stupidly-brave, and, despite your appalling hygiene regimen, sexy."
                              
"Me? Sexy? Compared to you?" Harry spluttered, staring at him affectionately. He really didn't see how cute he was? His gorgeous green eyes and black, unfettered hair were beautiful in Draco's eyes. 
                              
"I am a sex god, after all," Draco quipped. 
                              
Harry went red and Draco loved to embarrass him like that. "I can't believe you asked them what that was," Harry muttered.
                              
"Well, I wasn't expecting them to have Luna ask it in front of everyone, either. Rockstar? They'll probably be calling me that for awhile," he grumbled.
                              
"I don't care. You are sexy enough to be a rockstar, Draco."
                              
"Well... this rockstar wants to come... so can we?" Draco said, a bit snarky. 
                              
"As you wish... princess..." Harry responded and Draco growled as he lunged forward. 
                              
"You are going to pay for that!" Draco said as he leaned in to claim Harry's mouth.
                              
"You keep saying that..." Harry murmured.
                              
"You will..." Draco growled, playfully, as he started thrusting against Harry's hips.
                              
Harry put some strength into his hands and broke free from Draco's hold and grabbed Draco by the neck to hold him in place as he bucked against Draco, too. Harry moaned heavily, though it was muffled by Draco's lips. His fingers wrapped around the back of his neck, but he didn't grip hard. Harry held back, not like Draco. No, his hands were on Harry's chest, digging into his muscles through Harry's shirt. He was going to leave marks, not that Harry seemed to mind it. He urged Draco to continue.
                              
Draco increased his thrusting, going faster than Harry was. His head rubbed against his silk boxers and it felt rough, but each hit against Harry sent jolts of pleasure through him. He felt it building again, he had to chase his orgasm. He went faster and leaned more into Harry, finding direct contact, again.
                              
"Come on, Harry. Faster," Draco urged and Potter met his challenge, pushing back in unison. Seeking their climax, they pressed on harder, until Draco cried out Harry's name as he came in his pants, again. He gave a few more half-hearted thrusts, but the skin was so sensitive at the point, he had to stop.
                              
Harry moaned his name a second after he stopped and rested his head against under Draco's chin. "Are you okay?" he said, breathlessly, after cleaning both of their trousers.
                              
"Are you going to ask me that every time?"
                              
"Yes. I don't want you to ever feel that I don't care about you," Harry whispered and Draco's heart thumped a little louder at his words. "You can always tell me how you feel."
                              
"Thank you, Harry, but you don't have to be so careful. Everything's fine. I am okay."
                              
Harry pulled back to stare at him, as if to challenge his assertion. Last night was a prime example of his limits and they hadn't really talked about it. Draco hoped he wouldn't ask. He lowered his eyes confirming his fear. Harry read him so well. Harry took his hands and leaned forward, resting his lips on Draco's forehead as though to comfort him.