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The Sexual Awakening of An Innocent Pureblood, Dating The Randy Prat Who Lived Ch.14

And culminating this weekend’s quota of virgin Draco, @bixgirl1 and I leave you with chapter 14, which brings with it a squabble, some clarifications and yes, the make up sex LOL.

Here’s chapter 13 in case anyone needs a quick recap and as always, the rest of it can be found on @bixgirl1‘s or my blog under #virgin draco! ❤️ (yes, we remember the masterlist omg we’re going to work on that real soon)

[Contains: morning-after fluff, bickering, mouth pressing (this literally goes without saying at this point), anal fingering, oral sex, coming untouched.]

Chapter 14: The Proper Use of a Breakfast Table

~Draco’s bed, the following morning ~

Harry, smiling anxiously at Draco as he stretches and opens his eyes: Hey. Good morning. *watches him closely; and presses a tentative kiss to Draco’s mouth when he automatically stretches up* How are– Did you sleep well?

Draco, nuzzling into his jaw, wrapping himself around him: *contented hum* *blinks sleepily up at him, smiling softly* …Did you?

Harry, forcing a smile: Yeah. Your bed is–really comfortable.

Draco, smile turning slightly wicked: Mhmm, that it is… *kisses him full on the mouth, deepening it with a small moan, hands roaming over the expanse of Harry’s chest* *huskily, when they pull away* It rather large too…big enough for lots of– *bites his lip and cups Harry’s half hard cock with a sudden, startling surge of confidence*

Harry, with a soft groan: *pushes into Draco’s hand automatically with a couple of rolling thrusts* *breathless* For lots of…? *catches Draco’s mouth in another kiss; sucks at his bottom lip and begins to roll on top of him* *halts at Draco’s sharp intake of breath*

Draco, gnawing at his neck: …rolling around, frolicking, other… strenuous activities. *squeezes gently, sucking intently under his ear*

Harry, jerking back: *presses a gentle, apologetic kiss to Draco’s mouth* *quietly* I’d like to utilize the bed-space– sometime. But I’m, er, getting hungry. *attempts another smile* I don’t suppose you have anything here? I could whip up breakfast.

Draco, following his mouth for a moment before grinning warmly at him: Going to make me breakfast in my own house? *chuckles, pressing a series of tender, moist kisses from his Adam’s apple up to his chin* You’re such a cliché, Potter - you’re everything everyone is always saying you are…

Harry, releasing him and rolling off of the bed with a strained laugh: *picks up his pants from the flood and puts them on* Probably true. Killer of Voldemort. Gay. *muttering* Impulsive and reckless.

Draco, unselfconsciously naked, spreading his legs as he turns onto his back and stretches: *with a lazy smirk* Star Auror, idiotically brave and kind– *gazes unblinkingly* –incredibly affectionate, always attentive…

Harry, staring, eyes softening: *sighs; runs hand through his hair* Why don’t you get sorted and I’ll have something ready for you by the time you come down– if I can figure my way around your kitchen.

Draco, sitting up with a soft grunt: It’s a pretty standard kitchen, Potter. *grins as he swings his legs down* You’ve defeated an insane megalomaniac, I think you’ll find that manoeuvering your way around my kitchen is a slightly less stressful task. *prances over lightly and wraps his arms around Harry’s neck* Or you could fuck it all and we could just stay in bed… *nibbles at Harry’s lip*

Harry, moving his mouth against Draco’s and holding him tighter for a moment: *pulls back to study him, brows furrowing; confused* Aren’t you at all… *swallows; smiles* …Hungry? I’m really hungry. *kisses Draco quickly; releases him and walks out; calls out* I’ll make some tea.

Draco, sighing but watching him walk away with a smile: *calling out cheekily after him* I suppose you do have a point, Potter. We must keep our energy levels up. *laughs to himself at Harry’s yelp of startlement*

~Twenty minutes later, at the breakfast table ~ Harry, distracted, stirring his tea and scrutinizing Draco as he eats: Is the omelette alright? I could make something different for you– Crepes, I can do crepes. *starts to stand*

Draco, rolling his eyes around his fork: You want me to get fat. You have a thing for big bums, is that it? *sniggers happily at Harry’s gaping* Do sit down, love. You’ve hardly touched your food– *points to Harry’s barely touched breakfast* –which, I really must say– *hums around another bite* –excellent, Potter. *watches Harry sit back down with something akin to tenderness* *softly* I really did hit the jackpot with you, didn’t I?

Harry, jerking visibly at the term of endearment; hunching his shoulders slightly: *mumbling* Well, you like my food, so I guess that’s something. *gives Draco a guilty, bewildered look, searching his warm expression* *low* How are you feeling?

Draco, still gazing at him with soft eyes: …Like I’ll never be unhappy again. *reaches over and strokes his thumb over the back of Harry’s hand*

Harry, yanking his hand back: *bursts out loudly* Why are you not furious at me right now?! After what I did– last night– I didn’t even check with you! How can you be so– so–

Draco, pulling his hand back with a bewildered frown: …What? *blinks a few times* Again, what?

Harry, waving his hands; agitated: How can you be so calm? How can you want to kiss me this morning, want to– I-I took advantage of you. *voice dropping; looks away* Maybe you just don’t realize how much. *unfunny laugh* But why would you? You didn’t even know about–

Draco, demeanour visibly starting to freeze: About what? *voice dangerously soft* What don’t I know about? *before Harry can answer* I know nothing, right, Potter?

Harry, stilling: *carefully* I didn’t mean it that way, Draco. I just– I don’t get–

Draco, talking over him: I’m just this pretty little dunce who’s constantly stunned by the sheer magnitude of sexual knowledge everyone around me is in possession of–

Harry, mouth dropping open: You’re not, but– I mean, you are, but– I mean, last night–

Draco, loudly: Last night you put your finger inside my arsehole. *glares at him as if waiting to be challenged*

Harry, flushing: *bites lip* I did. And I didn’t check, and I was– was rough. And I’m sor-

Draco, slams a hand on the table with enough force to knock over his glass of pumpkin juice: *ignoring the steadily spreading yellow stain* I swear to Salazar, Potter, if you apologise to me right now, you will never see my face again. *eyes flashing menacingly*

Harry, jumping: *closes mouth with a snap and stares at Draco with wide eyes*

Draco, through grit teeth: I will not let you sully last night by apologising for it, Potter. *clenching trembling hands into fists* *low and tense, gaze averted* Last night was… *bares teeth for second as his jaw clenches* Perfect.

Harry, blankly: But I didn’t ask you, didnt even tell you… And you’re– You don’t know about… *lamely* things. So I thought you’d be–

Draco, pushing up violently from his seat: You thought I’d be what? “Offended”? “Hurt?!” Are you really as thick as I believe you to be? *furiously kicks his chair in an uncharacteristically crude act* Do you genuinely think I’m some daft damsel in distress?!

Harry, starting to get angry; standing as well: *terse* I think you’re a virgin. And I think you must be a lot more upset with me than you’re letting on, with how you’re getting. It’s my– *struggling to maintain control* This stuff is important. Consent is important, and I took advantage. As your boyfriend, I– When we’re in bed together, one of us–I– need to make sure you don’t go too far.

Draco, coldly: Potter, don’t for a second think that just because I’m rather stupidly fond of you now, I will at all hesitate to hex you if you ever do anything that I don’t consent to.

Harry, low and furious: But you don’t know what the fuck you’re doing. And I do..

Draco, with forced, slightly crazed laugh: And there it is. You’re positively gleeful about the fact that I know nothing about what’s conducted in the bedroom, aren’t you?! *in a false, lofty voice* “Draco Malfoy is a silly little virgin who can just about manage some clumsy mouth pressing” - right?! *suddenly raising his voice* I’M SICK OF YOU PATRONISING ME, YOU GODDAMNED PILE OF HUMAN WASTE! *pants as he glares with bared teeth* I may not know as much as you, or have as much experience as you, Potter. What I do know, is what I like - what I enjoy. And I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed anything as much as I enjoyed what you– what we did last night. Don’t try to dictate what I should and shouldn’t enjoy. *suddenly striding up to him, tilting his head to one side: *shows him the vivid purple hickeys on the side of his throat* *low* I could’ve Healed these - I didn’t. Because I like them. *unties his robe - he’s dressed in nothing but pants and Harry’s shirt from last night - letting it fall open to reveal uniform bruises along his hips* I could’ve Healed these - I didn’t. Because I like them. *shoves roughly at Harry* I could’ve stopped you anytime I wanted to last night - I didn’t. Because I fucking loved it. All of it. *shoves him again* You think you’re this really great, noble– *struggles for a few seconds* –big man, don’t you? Always have to be the bigger person, the better person. Kind Harry Potter with his kind heart and kind soul - fuck, I could throw up from that rubbish.

Harry, anger bleeding from his face: *quietly; strained* I could have hurt you–taking control like that. And–and ordering you around, when you’re not comfortable with–

Draco, screaming over him: IF I HAD NOT BEEN COMFORTABLE WITH IT, YOU WOULD’VE KNOWN! *shoves him back once more* I liked it when you did that, is that what you want? You want me to gush at you about how much I enjoyed it and beg you you do it again and tell you how I finished so hard I thought I was surely about to pass out?! Is this some underhanded way to score yourself an ego-boost, Potter? You want to feel high and mighty about the fact that you practically destroyed me and I was actually grateful for it?! You want to walk around feeling smug about the fact that you ordered Draco Malfoy around between the sheets and he was more than eager to obey? Is that what this is about, Potter?

Harry, on a roar of frustration: Yes! No! God fucking dammit, Draco– No! I don’t want to–I don’t feel that way, I don’t want to feel that way. But I want you to tell me what you like–what you don’t like. *chest heaving* I need to know your boundaries, because I’m not fucking sure of them anymore, okay? This is new for you–and it’s fucking new for me, too, in this way. And I– *swallowing, voice becoming measured; catches Draco’s eyes* I know you trust me, okay? But I’m not sure I trust myself, and you’re only now starting to learn the way that–that making love can kind of sweep you away. What if I do something without asking because you’re enjoying things and then you hate me for it in the morning? What if I push you too far or too fast and you don’t know how to say no? You think it’s so easy to say that to someone you care about, when you want to make them happy? I need to know– *shakily* I need to know how far I can– I do need you to tell me the things you liked, the things you like, even though it embarrasses you. Because you liking it in the moment isn’t a guarantee of anything. It’s not a guarantee to me that you’ll be here in the morning, smiling at me like you were when we woke up…

Draco, angrily: That’s the whole fucking point, isn’t it?! You’re always so fucking– fucking– hesitant! It’s like you don’t even want to progress beyond the mouth pressing and the mutually enjoyed pleasure moments. We made progress last night– did something new and something we both, I believe, enjoyed. And instead of being pleased about it, you’re actually fucking rowing with me! *with forced calm* I– I’ve placed my trust in you because I believe you’ll know how to pace this– how to move on to more– to newer things. But if you think back, I’m the one always pushing for more! Your– your fucking control, and the fact that it’s preventing us from enjoying each other the way we both genuinely want to–

Harry, catching Draco’s wrists in his hands: *low, commanding* Stop. Stop now.

Draco, abruptly shutting up: *panting softly, eyes still flashing angrily*

Harry, softly; sure: I hear you. I hear what you’re saying, okay? I’m sorry for apologising. I think it was the best night of my life–you’re right; an apology would have ruined that. I was about to ruin that, and that I’m sorry for. *gaze steady on Draco’s* I care about you. That’s what this is. When I get stupid and unsure, I sometimes say stupid and unsure things, that’s all. I’ll try better not to question–not to question your behaviour. If you’re happy, I’ll take it on faith that you’re not acting. If you’re into what we’re doing in bedroom, into our– our mutually enjoyed pleasure moments, I won’t assume you’re going to regret them later. *intently* But I need to know you heard me, too. Because as offended as you are, my needs are important here, too–and it isn’t about slowing you down at all, I don’t want that. If I could, if we were both ready, I’d toss you over the counter right now and have you. But I’m serious; I think the line has gotten blurred about what’s okay and isn’t, at least for me. So yes–I do need you to keep up a running commentary, later, even if it’s–crass to discuss this stuff. Even if it puts you off, even if you can’t look at me while you say it. I need to know that stuff, okay? *thumbs stroking over the insides of Draco’s wrists*

Draco, breath hitched: *steps closer* You want me to tell you what I like? What feels good? *takes a deep breath, pink in the face, and begins babbling* I like it when you tell me what to do in the– in the bedroom. I like it when you throw– when you adjust me in whatever posi– however you like. I like it when you surprise me and do– show me new things and tell me how you enjoy doing them to me and ask me to– *breathes out in a rush* I like it all, okay? I like everything you’ve ever done to me and– *gulps noisily* –and I doubt I’d ever– If I ever have a problem with any of it, I will tell you. *inhales deeply* I like the way you– the way you– *blushes darker* –the way you’re so rough and yet practically worship my body–

Harry, eyes darkening: *voice rough* I do worship your body. Your skin. I’d like to lick every inch of your skin. From the soles of your feet to your ankles, all the way up your legs, to your–*chokes* I do worship your body, Draco. It’s the most brilliant thing I’ve ever seen.

Draco, whining through clenched teeth: *presses himself flush against him* I like that you’re all at once so damn crude - that bloody mouth of yours - and yet the way you touch me and– mouth press me…The way you’re so intimate with me–

Harry, cocking his hips inward, until his erection brushes Draco’s: You like it when I tell you things, when I show you new ways to enjoy things. …Do you want me right now, baby?

Draco, grabbing him in a vigorous kiss in reply: *groans roughly into his mouth* *wrenching free* That– *completely flushed* –I like it when you call me that–

Harry, breathless: *begins walking Draco backward, Draco’s wrists still firmly gripped* I want you. You know where this is leading, right? You know that sometime soon, I’m going to cross all of your boundaries, obliterate all of the space left between us, and I’m going to make you love it. You know that, right? *halts as the edge of the kitchen table stops Harry from walking Draco any further*

Draco, moaning against his cheek: I already love it, Harry, all of it– please, just– I don’t care anymore, just do it– I don’t care–

Harry, releasing his wrists to ruthlessly strip Draco of his robe and pants:*grinning predatorily* I like you in my shirt. *casts his wand at the kitchen table; dishes and food go flying and crashing* *suddenly places the flat of his hand on Draco’s chest; shoving him, flat, onto the surface of the table*

Draco, falling back with a squawk of shock: *looks around wildly at the mess on the floor* *weakly* That– those plates were from the Manor–

Harry, dragging a chair, one handed, to sit down on: *grips the bottoms of Draco’s thighs and jerks him forward so his arse is half off the table* I’ll buy you new ones; they were too stuffy for you.

Draco, letting his head fall back with a groan: *lamely* I�� it’s a really huge mess–

Harry, knocking Draco’s knees wide and taking a seat in front of him: *curls a slow, promising hand around Draco’s swollen cock* I’ll clean it up later.

Draco, choking out the words: We– we’re doing this here?! I’m on the breakfast table!

Harry, hungrily: And I plan to eat you on it another time. But for now– *mutters a lubrication charm, coating his fingers* *releases Draco’s cock to spread his arse cheeks wide* *rubs around his rim with two sure, blunt fingertips; strokes steadily as Draco bucks and gasps and then slides them in firmly in a slow corkscrew* *licks lips* Is two okay? *pumps them a bit deeper*

Draco, wheezing hoarsely, eyes wide open and wild: *can only nod frantically and cant his hips higher*

Harry: *gently reminding tone* Draco… *twists fingers and plunges them further*

Draco, suddenly letting out a piercing wail: Yes, Harry, please, more!

Harry, shuddering slightly and hunching in: *works his fingers expertly in and out of Draco’s arse* *brushes deliberately against his prostate on every drag* *thickly* Deeper, baby? Or another one? *stares, unfocused, at his fingers as he fucks them into Draco in a smooth, steady pace*

Draco, keening continuously, knuckles white as he clutches the edge of the table: *convulsing with every brush against his prostate* Harry! *bucks wantonly onto his fingers, lifting one foot onto Harry’s shoulder, toes curled tightly*

Harry, scooting his chair closer: *gutturally* Put your other knee over my shoulder.

Draco, obeying at once and slinging his other leg heavily over Harry’s shoulder: *mouth wide open as he fights for air* *whispers so quietly that Harry almost misses it* …Deeper.

Harry, rich with satisfaction: *hissing* Yes… Yes, deeper. *pulls fingers out to stroke them slickly over Draco’s puffy rim, making him jerk; slides them immediately back in, down to the last knuckle* *pumps them in swift, light movements; gasps quietly at the clinging drag of Draco’s twitching channel against them* *rocks hips, seeking friction for his cock against his pants* *slurred* If you knew how you looked right now, Draco, spread all wide open for me… *reaches up with free hand to stroke Draco’s cock again, keeping his touch feather-light*

Draco, thrashing dangerously, nearly sliding off the table: *strangled* Don’t! Don’t touch my manhood! *slaps Harry’s away* *gurgles slightly as he resumes bucking downwards* Yes. Yes. Yes. More!

Harry, startled, catching Draco under his arse and lifting him back up to the table before he slides off: *wiggles his fingers inside Draco and spreads them a bit* *smiles* I was going to take it into my mouth, but I’m guessing that’s your way of saying no? Or… do you just need a minute. Want to think it over? *swivels fingers*

Draco, whimpering, clearly tempted by the offer: Harry… *shuddering helplessly as Harry firmly massages his prostate* Please! Okay! Okay!

Harry, pretending to think it over: I don’t know– you seemed awfully sure a second ago. I wouldn’t want to pressure you into finishing down my throat if this is good enough. *works fingers faster, pressing them against Draco’s prostate*

Draco, rearing up, hair a complete mess, scarlet in the face: *screams* DO IT!

Harry, exhaling on a large gust as all of his amusement vanishes: *leans in a licks Draco’s perineum with the firmed tip of his tongue while he massages him from the inside* *lifts mouth higher and laps at his balls for a moment, which grow tight under his tongue; sucks one into his mouth and swirls his tongue over the skin* *pulls off; voice tight and flat with arousal; coasting hot breath over Draco’s flushed, bobbing cock* Tell me you want it. What do you want?

Draco, sobbing dry, desperate sobs: You! Everything! *tugs at his own hair* You! *arches as Harry’s mouth turns more insistent* Merlin, so close–

Harry: *muttering* You have me. I’ll give you– *dips head to suck the crown of Draco’s cock into his mouth, licking hard at the slit* *places free hand against the jumping muscles on Draco’s belly under his faded shirt to hold him still while his slides his mouth down to take Draco’s cock deeper; tongue moving in little swishes against the foreskin to ply it back* *sucks, hard, and begins bobbing head; works fingers faster inside Draco’s arse as he writhes futilely* *groans loudly, cock aching*

Draco, twisting away from and towards Harry all at once: Fuck, Harry, yesyesyes, your mouth feels brilliant! AH! *lurches as Harry spreads his fingers again on a rough thrust inwards* *starts to blubber even more helplessly* Yes, more, don’t stop, keep your fingers inside me, I love them there– FUCK! What the fuck is that spot inside me, I think I’m dying, Harry– oh god, I– I’m nearly there, I’m right there, Harry– YES!

Harry, gasping wildly around a mouthful of Draco’s cock: *bucks his hips helplessly as his cock begins to pulse, untouched, spurting thick gobs of come against the inside of his pants* *pauses, breathing heavily; shocked as his cock continues to jerk*

Draco, scrambling up with a wild little sound: Wh– what was… *pants at him, wide eyed* Harry… Harry, did you f-finish?

Harry, flashing guilty eyes upward: *whimpers a little as his cock throbs in reminder; gives a small nod* *shakily begins twisting his fingers inside of Draco again* *resumes sucking on his cock quickly; slurping loudly as his tongue goes wild against the underside of Draco’s cock*

Draco, falling back with a drawn out moan: Y-you’re killing me here, Harry, mother of– *thrusts into Harry’s throat with several loud cries* *claws furiously at the table as his body curves completely off it* *starts coming with a howl, completely out of control as he clenches possessively around Harry’s fingers* Don’t pull them out yet! Don’t! Don’t, please– *breaks off with a full-bodied shudder, carelessly kicking his heel into Harry’s back with several dull thuds*

Harry: *garbled sound of appreciation* *thrusts his fingers ruthlessly into Draco; presses them directly on his prostate to work him through his climax* *swallows and swallows; breathing heavily*

Draco, jerking, overwhelmed from the continued pleasuring: I– I can’t– Merlin, Harry, please– *tries twisting his hips away, but continues to clench around him*

Harry, slowly pulling his fingers out: *pulls mouth off of cock with a wet sucking sound* *makes a soft noise and strokes fingers gently over Draco’s loosened hole*

Draco, clenching emptily: *whimpers softly* H-help me up–

Harry: *rubs the flat of his palms over the tops of Draco’s shaking thighs for a moment while he catches his breath* *holds out a hand and hauls him to a sitting position; scoots back in his chair* *watches him right himself with an embarrassed smile*

Draco, sliding fluidly off the table straight into Harry’s lap: *immediately kissing him deeply, whining and whimpering as their mouths move desperately together* *pulling back, gripping Harry’s hair gently with both hands* *out of breath* You’re really– *already flushed face colouring deeper* –sexy. *bites lip and lets his eyes fall shut*

Harry, shuddering: *hoarsely* Christ, Draco, if you knew what it did to me every time you said something like that–

Draco, shy smile taking on a decidedly sharper glint: *leans in close to whisper against his mouth* You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever known, Potter. You drive me utterly insane, and I’m ashamed to admit that there’s absolutely nothing I can do abou–

Harry on a low moan: *tugs him closer and plunders his mouth in a heated kiss* *pulls away when his cock starts to twitch and fill out a bit* *meets Draco’s eyes, slightly exasperated* It thinks it’s fifteen years old.

Draco, openly delighted: Well, I love how enthusiastic it is, there will be no complaints from me, Potter– *kisses him slowly again*

Harry, snickering into Draco’s mouth: Finally, someone found a way to make them stop. *squeezes his arse and sucks Draco’s tongue into his mouth*

Draco, not even bothering to pout or gripe: *holds him close and reciprocates eagerly* *easing away with no small effort, panting warm puffs of air onto Harry’s face* You’re here for a while more, aren’t you? *sweet and hopeful* You’re staying?

Harry, reluctantly releasing him: *smiles; nuzzling into his throat for a second and inhaling* I need to remake your breakfast. *bites lip ruefully* And I should probably shower; cleaning charms only do so much, and I’m… *flushing* a bit sticky.

Draco, grinding down with a wicked grin: Mmm, clearly– *snorts at Harry’s narrowed eyes* And I think breakfast can wait until after, don’t you? *presses closer* I could use a shower too and unfortunately I only have the one bathroom, so… *nips at the juncture of ear and jaw* Pants off, Potter.

Harry, gusting out a surprised laugh:*grips Draco firmly under the thighs and lifts him, walking unsteadily out of the kitchen as Draco yelps and clutches him closer* *low; teasing* I’m sorry, but I think I need to tell you… *presses deep kiss to Draco’s laughing mouth* I think you’re going to stay hungry for a while.

#i think i prefer it when they do this after a fight #make up sex is always hotter #plus drama #jfc i'm sorry #i know some of you don't enjoy the fighting #but with these two it's somehow necessary?#lol #more next week folks #see you then!#love from bix and me #bixgirl1 #innocent pureblood #randy prat #virgin Draco

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