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“I hate you,” he grumbled.

“Sure you do,” Potter retorted. He gave Draco’s arse another squeeze, making him flinch. “It’s okay, you know. I didn’t last long my first time, either.”

Draco searched his eyes, but all he found there was warmth and tenderness. Merlin, Potter would definitely be the death of him.

Still nervous, but a little more reassured, he slowly started moving.

“Oh, yes,” Potter sighed, arching his back. Draco buried his face in the crook of his neck, his cock pulsing feverishly. “Ah, Draco! AH! Harder, do it harder!” Draco shivered at these words. He propped himself up on his elbows and lifted his hips, pulling almost all the way out. When he thrust back in, stars exploded in front of his eyes. This —was —just —oh! —bloody —fan —tastic! He tried to adapt to the rhythm Potter was suggesting by squeezing his arse. “Merlin, yes, yes.”

“Are you close?” Draco blurted.

“Yes,” Potter hissed in response.

“Can you hold off?”

“What?”

“I want to know what it’s like.” He pushed in deep, biting back a groan. “I want to know how it feels to have you inside me.”

“Now?” Potter spluttered.

“Yes,” Draco groaned.

It only took three more thrusts before every muscle in his body clenched.

“Oh fuck. We have to do it quickly, otherwise—”

It took everything in him not to thrust into Potter again. Slowly, he pulled out his cock and sat back on his heels.

“So…do I lie on my back now?” he asked, stupidly.

“If you want to,” Potter said, panting furiously. “I think it would be easier for you, though, if you…if you were on your hands and knees.”

“No,” Draco said promptly. “I want to see you.” It was the second time he’d said this, and, surprisingly, he didn’t feel as embarrassed about it as he thought he would have.

Potter bit his lip, his eyes darting down to his stomach. Was he seriously still worried about that? Was there a way for Draco to take his mind off of it? Strangely enough, seeing Potter so insecure only made Draco feel bolder.

“Can we stay like this?” he asked.