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“Oh, it feels good,” he breathed.

“Can I try adding another? I think you’re ready.”

Draco nodded, inhaling sharply when Potter softly bit down on his shoulder. “Ah!”

“Tell when it gets too much,” Potter murmured.

Draco scrunched up his eyes, trying to block out the unpleasantness. He almost told Potter to stop when he started moving his fingers, but gasped instead when his whole body jerked and started to tingle.

“Oh! Oh!”

“Fuck, Draco, you’re doing so good.”

Draco practically lunged at Potter, devouring him as though he was the air Draco needed to breathe.

“I think I’m ready,” he panted, moving his hips suggestively.

“Are you sure?” Potter moaned. “You may think—Ah!”

“I don’t care,” Draco growled. He waited until Potter slowly removed his fingers and moved to adjust himself.

“Merlin, Draco, wait,” Potter laughed. He gently pushed him out of the way to coat his cock with more lube. “Okay, whenever you’re ready,” he grinned. Draco leaned down to kiss him again, until they were both short of breath. After making sure Potter wasn’t grinning anymore, he straightened himself and lifted his hips. He wrapped his hand around Potter’s cock, realising he had to bend in an awkward way to adjust himself. He did it as gracefully as he could, holding Potter’s cock in place as he slowly tried to lower himself on it.

“Oh Merlin,” Potter groaned, letting his head fall back.

Draco winced as he felt the tip of Potter’s cock stretch him and he felt a sharp burn zing through him. It was unfortable, but the tingling on his skin and the longing, coiling in his belly, were stronger. He lowered his hips as slowly as possible, finally letting go of Potter’s cock when he had fully engulfed him. The burning sensation was back, about ten tis more intense as it had been before.

“Are you okay?” Potter asked, hesitantly stroking Draco’s thigh.

“Just…give a mont,” he croaked. He tried to concentrate on the strange but satisfying feeling of Potter filling him up. He waited until he felt safe enough to move, wiggling his hips experintally.

“Oh,” he and Potter both exclaid. That…wasn’t too bad. Not bad at all, actually. He did it again, only this ti, Potter moved his hips as well.

“Oh wow!”

The longer he had Potter inside him, the more fortable he felt. He still wasn’t sure what exactly he was supposed to do, but he tried lifting his hips and let himself plop down again.

“Shit,” Potter spluttered, grabbing Draco’s hips. “Oh Merlin, do that again.”