A/N: Hey guys! I honestly can't believe it! This book already got over a hundred reads!
Thank you so, so much and sorry that it took me so long to publish the 10th chapter! Also this chapter is like really long :)
But anyways, I hope you'll like this chapter. Enjoy!^^
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Summary of this chapter:
In which love is confessed, guilt is intensified, virginity is lost, and Very Serious Emotions are felt.
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Notes:
All right, so this chapter is without a doubt the most dramatic and guilt-ridden of them all so far, so settle in, kids. On the other hand, it is also the most sexually explicit chapter so far, sooo...you know, balance :)
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"I want to try something," Harry whispered, the sound slithering over Draco's flesh like a snake, cool and winding and making him break out in gooseflesh at the feel of his words caressing Draco's bare skin."Try what?" he whispered back, whimpering as Harry swirled his tongue around Draco's left nipple. He moved to the other one without responding and Draco groaned even as he grew impatient. "Try what, Potter?"
"Well..." Harry began, sounding both nervous and determined, "I figured, you know, since Blaise was nice enough to fuck off and leave us this nice empty dorm all to ourselves...I was thinking..."
"For fuck's sake, thinking what?" Draco demanded, lifting himself up on his elbows to better see the brunet lying atop him. They were both naked and hard, lying tangled together on Draco's bed after Blaise had kindly allowed the two boys use of the dorm room—after forcing Draco to pay him a Galleon, of course, since the other boy did not believe in expressing kindness without some sort of monetary compensation for his troubles. For the past fortnight, ever since the first time Draco and Harry had shared his bed together during their impromptu slumber party with the Gryffindors, Blaise had been willingly renting out the room to Draco so he and Harry could have some privacy. Draco had brought Potter to the dorm expecting blowjobs or more of that lovely frottage they had been getting more and more proficient at. But what was Potter trying to say? What did he want them to do?
"I really want to fuck you," Harry blurted out in a rush, cheeks reddening but refusing to look away from Draco's eyes. "Like, a lot. Seriously, Draco, like a lot."
"Oh," Draco said in quiet surprise, uncertain how to respond. He had never been fucked by anyone, not even with his own fingers. It was going to hurt, wasn't it? Draco didn't want to do anything that caused him pain—he hated pain. Not experiencing pain was most certainly on his Favorite Things Ever List. Why couldn't they just stick to the blowjobs and the lovely frottage? Neither of those hurt, and Draco loved the lovely blowjobs and the lovely frottage, just as much as he loved not being in pain. "I don't know, Harry..." he trailed off, hoping Potter would sense his uncertainty and back down.
But of course, Harry Potter had never backed down from a single thing in his entire life. "I've been doing research, Draco!" he said earnestly, eyes wide and pleading. "I'm not going to just shove it in or anything, I-I've done some research and I know how this works." As he spoke, his cheeks gradually moved through every shade of red imaginable, until they were a deep flaming scarlet. "I memorized all the spells, I promise! And I practiced them all on myself first, so I know I can do them right!" The words made Draco hesitate, torn between options. He could let Potter fuck him; he could willingly trust Harry to take care of Draco's body without injuring him. Or he could say no as kindly as he was able to and suggest a lovely blowjob instead. Surely Harry couldn't be disappointed with a blowjob, could he? It would still consist of him getting off, after all.
"I want this with you, Draco," Harry said softly, moving forward to cup Draco's jaw and coax him into a kiss. "And it's not like anything you decide right this second is set in stone. If you change your mind at any point, just tell me. And if I hurt you in any way, you had better tell me."
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