Confidential Lover

Chapter 13

A/N: Please remember that the beginning of this chapter is a continuation of the smut from the previous one! If you don't like smut or it makes you uncomfortable, I will leave a marker for when it is safe to read again, just scroll past everything else!

Harry started off slowly, even though he wanted to go fast, because he knew it would be completely unfair to Malfoy if he did. Harry and Malfoy just stared at each other, eyes shining and mouths slightly open, cheeks red and somewhat breathless. Their bodies moved with each other as Harry went in and out at a steady rhythm, progressively picking up speed. 

Here and there, Malfoy would moan a bit, just loud enough for Harry to hear and it was driving him crazy. Harry leaned down and kissed Malfoy. "You should relax," he said.

"I am relaxed." Malfoy answered, but it was evident in his voice that he was tense. 

"No you're not." Harry said, slowing his hips until they came to a stop and he was resting inside of Malfoy. 

Malfoy swallowed. "Why'd you stop?" 

Harry's heart skipped a beat when Malfoy said this. As much as he hated to admit it, it was possibly the cutest, softest voice he'd ever heard from anyone. His heart swelled at the thought of it and all he could think of was how perfect Malfoy was. "You're uncomfortable. I can tell."

"No I'm not. Keep going." Malfoy said, immediately feeling embarrassed. 

Harry sighed and reluctantly pulled out, resting his arms on Malfoy's bent knees. "What are you so afraid of?" he asked. It was completely understandable for Malfoy to be grossed out or uncomfortable...but there was something else that was bothering him, Harry just knew it. 

Malfoy was silent for a moment, as if deciding what to say. He pushed himself up off the bed resting his weight on his elbows. "I...well, I just don't want people to see me any differently."

"Why would they?" Harry asked, although he knew the answer. How would it look for Malfoy, Prince of Slytherin, Hogwarts Bad Boy, to be topped by Harry Potter, arch enemy? The fact of this made Harry feel badly. Even though he hated Malfoy every other time of the day, IRS was the one place he could let his feelings free and not feel judged because he knew deep down that Malfoy felt the same way.

"We can talk later. Please, keep going." Malfoy said, whose cock was so hard that it hurt and he just wanted to feel relief.

"Fine. But you should know that I'm not gonna say anything. As long as you don't. This is just between us." Harry said, and thrust back into Malfoy harder this time and going faster than he had originally been going. He was enjoying himself, but now it just felt weird and he wanted to get it over with.

Malfoy let out oh's and yeah's and soon his breathing got heavier and his moans got louder. "Oh God, Harry...harder, please..." he moaned, rolling his head back and arching his back. 

"Draco, I'm so close..." Harry said as he felt his body tense up. His thrusts got deeper and harder and sloppier. He tried to slow his breathing but it was to no use, he could barely keep his eyes open, it felt so good. They moaned in unison as they both approached their breaking point.

They connected their lips once more, holding the kiss for longer than usual, moaning into each other's mouths. Malfoy took his hand that was once tangled in the bed sheets and wrapped it around himself, quickly jerking himself to decrease the pressure. 

Harry felt his cock start to twitch inside of Malfoy and he squeezed his eyes shut. His mouth fell open and he thrust twice more into Malfoy, hard. This was all it took for him to feel cum leak out of him and into the other boy. "Mm, fuck." he said, slowly riding out his high. Malfoy still stroking his cock, had relaxed a ton, laying his head back against the soft pillow and letting his free hand pull at Harry's hair.