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“I, err…” Even though they had both been shirtless for a while now, it was only then Draco realised they were both shirtless.

Potter gave him a hesitant smile. “Maybe we can be nervous together?” He wrapped his arms around Draco’s neck and started stroking his shoulder blade with his thumb. Draco shivered inadvertently.

“We all come with baggage, I guess,” he murmured. As he was gazing into Potter’s eyes, he remembered what Luna had said right before he had taken off. “We’ll have to be patient with each other.”

“I can do that,” Potter whispered, leaning in. He captured Draco’s bottom lip and let his tongue brush against it. This, Draco mused, was definitely something he’d never grow tired of. He wondered if his heart would ever cease to jump frantically when Potter kissed him. Probably not. And definitely not right now. On the contrary, his heart rate increased dramatically when he parted his lips and felt Potter’s tongue push against his. Sweet Merlin!

The kiss turned from tender to heated within seconds. Draco bit back a moan when Potter’s hips started grinding against his. His cock was already half hard and if Potter kept moving like that, Draco was sure he’d be coming in his pants in just a few minutes.

He closed his eyes and let his head fall back when Potter moved his head lower to kiss his neck. He let one hand wander down Draco’s spine until he reached his arse. Draco’s heart gave a violent jerk and they both jumped when something crashed loudly behind them.

“Hey, I liked that lamp,” Potter said.

Draco rolled his eyes, even though he wanted to curl up and die. A hand on his arse and he was blowing up lamps? What the fuck would happen if they were both naked?

As if Potter had just read his mind, he asked, “If I take off your trousers, will you destroy my whole bedroom?”

“Um…” Draco wasn’t sure how to answer that. For one, he had no idea what would happen. And, more importantly, the thought of Potter taking off his trousers had his mind spinning like mad. “I guess you’ll have to try and see,” he croaked.

Without breaking eye contact, Potter moved his hands down to his waistband. It took him no time to unbutton his trousers. Draco gulped when Potter paused.

“Yours too,” Draco whispered. Something that looked a lot like anxiety flashed across Potter’s face. “Hey, we’re nervous together, remember?” Draco said quietly, cupping Potter’s cheek. “I’m a fucking virgin for crying out loud.”

The corner of Potter’s mouth twitched and he swiftly pulled down his trousers, along with his socks. Draco did the same, grinning as he caught sight of Potter’s pants.

“Lions? Really? How very Gryffindor of you.”

“I’ll show you what else is very Gryffindor,” Potter growled teasingly and lunged at Draco. They both landed on the bed, Potter on top of him. He trapped Draco’s hips with his legs, pinning his hands over his head.

“You’re so beautiful,” Potter said.

Draco struggled to free one of his hands and ran it across Potter’s cheek. “So are you,” he whispered. Before Potter could say anything else, he pulled him back into a scorching kiss.

The sensation of Potter’s skin rubbing against his, Potter’s cock rubbing against his, was absolute bliss. He arched his back when Potter started playing with one of his nipples.

“Hmmm, they’re very sensitive it seems,” Potter murmured. Draco simply moaned in agreement. “I wonder what will happen if I do this.” Before Draco could even begin to ask himself what Potter was going to do, he felt his hot breath on his chest, followed by his mouth.

“Oh, fuck!”