Striptease

Chapter 5 – Desire

Published: October 13, 2021

Harry waited anxiously as Draco's fingers caressed his face. "If you are sure, Harry. We can try it, and we can stop at any time, okay?"

Harry nodded, but Draco gave a little frown at his nonverbal affirmation.

"Can I touch you?" Draco said, pressing in.

Harry breathed deeply and smirked. "You're going to torture me again, aren't you?"

Draco's somewhat evil grin returned as his hand sprawled out on his chest. "Perhaps. I am still a sadist sometimes, but I enjoy torturing my victims with pleasure rather than pain."

Harry trembled slightly at the implication. He had never gone this far.

Draco seemed to realize that and cupped his face, again. "Hey... I was just teasing. We won't be doing anything crazy, I promise. We will take it slow and at the pace you want. Well... maybe a bit slower than you want," he chuckled, seeing his grimace. "I'll make sure it's smooth and as painless as I can."

Harry took another deep breath." Okay... can I touch you, too? I've been wanting to do that... since the club... but... umm... you didn't want me to...." Why did he have to mumble everything?

"I'd love nothing more, Harry. The club has rules, and people can get carried away. Look but don't touch. Plus... I like tormenting them... with desire," Draco said, smiling.

"I bet," Harry said, and his hands touched Draco's ripped chest, again. He caressed his beautiful, smooth skin, savoring the feeling. His hands went lower to his hips, and Draco smiled. Seeing no aversion, he followed the blonde fuzz trail to Draco's impressive, hard cock and let his fingertips graze the skin, earning a chuckle from Draco.

"That tickles," Draco laughed and Harry smiled.

He looked up into Draco's eyes, and they leaned in to kiss. Suddenly, they were grabbing each other and connecting as much skin as possible. He could feel Draco's cock pressing into his groin, as his was into Draco. Harry took a step back, pulling Draco with him, and then another until his legs hit the bed.

However, Draco pulled back, suddenly, grimacing. "Well... you have a wand. Do-Do you want to do protection spells?"

Harry looked at him, confused.

"Or do you want me to wear a condom? I mean... I know wizards can just spell muggle diseases away... but I didn't know if you wanted extra protection," Draco said, uneasily.

"I don't... um... know them. Roger did them," Harry murmured.

"I can tell you how to do them... if you want. I've... I've been safe... I mean... as safe as a muggle can be. Ethan, my flatmate, he told me to be careful," Draco said, lowering his eyes.

Harry bit his lip and placed his hand on Draco's chest. "I trust you. I get tested regularly... just for being on the team."

"I went a few weeks ago to the clinic... if... you're worried," Draco said, looking up.

"I'm not. I wasn't even thinking about it, honestly," Harry muttered. He knew that diseases exist, of course, but there were few sicknesses, muggle or magical, that St. Mungo's couldn't get rid of.

"Well... I trust that from now on, you will be more careful in picking up strange guys and bringing them home for sex," Draco drawled.

Harry blushed. "It's only been Roger."

"I was just joking and making sure that you are careful. Magic can't always fix everything. You need to ask those questions."

Harry nodded and said, "You're right. I'm a bit... new to this."

Draco lifted his chin and smiled at him. "Don't worry, Harry. I'll take care of you."

"I know you will," Harry said, kissing him again, until his libido was back up.

He slowly let go and knew it was time to uncheck that last item, that last barrier. He let himself fall back onto the bed and scooted on. He was on his back, legs spread, feeling more open and vulnerable than ever before, but determined to cross this bridge. Draco was staring at him with unbridled desire in his eyes. He followed onto the bed, on his knees, crawling over him, effectively straddling him.

Harry tried to rein in his racing heart. This was going to happen. "How... I-er-how do you want to do it?"

Draco smiled. "It's easier for you... when you're on all fours. Umm... do you have lube?"

"Y-Yeah," Harry said, and the jar flew across the room at them. Draco's seeker reflexes were still clearly intact, as he caught it before it canned him. "Shit! Sorry, Draco!" He hadn't even consciously cast it.

Draco's eyebrows rose at his wandless magic as he held the jar. "Did you just...?"

"I didn't mean to... just... excited, I guess."

Draco laughed, but his pupils grew. "Eager, you mean? That's pretty impressive, Potter. Wandless magic isn't easy. But... you just called to this, and it came?"

"I didn't mean to!" he repeated.

"Shh... I'm just teasing. It was hot... powerful. I think you forgot that, Harry."

"Forgot?"

"Forgot that you are brave... powerful... and strong."

Harry grimaced as that truth hit the mark, until Draco leaned in and kissed him, again. He didn't know what to say but felt relieved.

Draco whispered against his lips, "You are strong, powerful, kind, noble, forgiving, gallant... warm."

Harry let out a little whimper, and Draco pulled back to stare into his eyes. "I've never known anyone as unbelievable and mythical as you, Harry. I owe you... my life, my family and my freedom." Draco kissed him with each word. "You are my hero, and I will always be yours."

Harry looked at him wide-eyed, and his lip trembled. He needed to hear that. This couldn't be real, could it?

Draco lowered his head and kissed him again. They didn't stop until they both were gasping for air. Holy Merlin... he wanted to come.

"Do you want me to flip over?" he breathed.

Draco laughed. "No... no, my sweet, beautiful man." He kissed him, again. "There'll be a time for fast and dirty, but this is not it."

Harry's face fell. "It isn't?"

"No..." Draco leaned in. "No... now is the time for slow and sweet."

Harry let out another undignified whimper, and Draco smiled appreciatively.

"I do love those sounds you make. Cute... so cute, Harry," Draco murmured, bringing his legs in tighter to Harry's hips. Their cocks were inches away from each other. "Don't worry, Harry. I'll take care of you... and let me know... if we're going too fast, okay?"

"Draco..." Harry whispered and nodded in affirmation.

Slow and sweet apparently meant another sensuous bout of snogging, but then Draco moved his lips to his neck, sucking his pulse point so hard that he nearly blacked out. Draco's fingers were not idle either, running slowly up and down his side, teasing his groin and then back up to his chest. So many sensations went through Harry that he was nearly ready to burst, but he held on. He didn't want this to end so soon.

Draco made his way down to his chest, his lips caressing his skin as Harry squirmed under him. Harry just moaned shamelessly. No one had been so... attentive in making him feel so... divine. Draco didn't care that Harry wasn't touching him back. He was doing all the work and whispering soft "Shhs" and "It's okay's".

"Relax, Harry," Draco said, as he kissed his v-line.

Harry made more whimpering noises, much to Draco's amusement, when he went lower. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Draco's lips touched his head.

"You okay, Harry?" he asked with a smirk.

"Drrracooo..." he slurred. "Please!"

Draco's grin was brilliant. "As you wish."

Harry tightened up to the point of pain as Draco's mouth descended on him, again. He was holding on for all that he could. He wanted to hold on for as long as he could. He didn't know if he could, but after a few more teasing bobs, Draco released him.

"Shh... relax. I want to be with you... can you hold on?" he asked, looking up.

"Yeah?" Harry responded, unsure if he could.

Draco smiled. "Alright... I'm going to roll you over and start to prep you, okay?"

"Sure?"

Draco reached up and kissed him. "Harry... I don't want to do anything that you're not comfortable with."

"Just lead, Draco. I want you to take over," Harry said, and it felt so right. He was tired of that feeling of failure, of high expectations. Everyone wanted him to be the alpha male and the best at everything. He was tired of it all. He just wanted to relax, to let down his guard and let someone else take the reins.

Draco touched his face and stared into his eyes for a few minutes before nodding. He kissed him again and slowly rolled him onto his stomach. He positioned him up to all fours and knelt behind him. He leaned over and kissed the base of his neck.

"Relax... deep breaths. This is going to feel awkward. But you have to relax, okay?"

Harry nodded and tried to will his anxiety away. Draco's lips slowly came down his spine as his hands massaged his thighs and hips, riling him up more. Finally, Draco's finger found his furrowed hole.

"Relax... I'm here for you, only you, Harry."

Slowly, he unclenched, and Draco's finger slipped past his tight ring and into him. He hissed at the intrusion, but Draco's finger started to slide in and out.

"Ohh... fuck!" Harry moaned, as it burned a little.

"Yeah, sorry... it gets better, easier. Just work through the pain for now, Harry. You can do this."

Harry nodded, but then moaned as Draco's finger brushed his prostate. Draco kissed his neck again and circled, flexed and stretched him. He added a second finger and continued the long-drawn-out process. Harry somehow held on. He wanted Draco in him, too. When Draco added a third finger, Harry was begging for something more. It was all just teasing, now.

"Please... Draco... please... I'm ready!" Harry pleaded.

"A little longer. Hold on. I'm not small."

"Really? We can just try it to make sure," Harry rasped out, as Draco's fingers spread him.

"Slow and sweet, Harry," Draco drawled from behind him. "A few more times. I don't want to hurt you."

"I can take it."

"I see I'm going to have to be the responsible one. I know that you don't want it to hurt, no matter what you say," Draco responded.

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.