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“What do you mean?”

Without responding, Draco crawled up to him and straddled his hips.

“What?” Potter spluttered. “You want to—” He broke off when Draco purposefully rubbed his arse against his hard cock. “Merlin, Draco! You can’t ride me when this is your first time bottoming.”

“Why not?” Draco asked, curling his fingers around Potter’s wrist.

“Because—Because—”

Draco smirked as he guided Potter’s hand to his backside and leaned down to breathe against his lips. “Finger me, and then we’ll see what I can or can’t do.”

Potter made a sound that almost sounded like a sob.

“Come on, finger me,” he whispered into his ear. He heard Potter mumble the spell he had used to conjure up the lube in Draco’s hand, and immediately shivered in anticipation. “Oh!”

Potter’s fingers were tentative as they rubbed him. He heard Potter mumble something else before he suddenly felt a rush of magic shoot through him. Ah, right, cleansing and protection. He gasped and closed his eyes when Potter applied more pressure, sending a powerful tingle up his spine as he circled Draco’s rim.

“How does it feel?” Potter whispered, his voice raspy.

“It feels…good,” Draco breathed, furrowing his brows. “Oh!” He plunged forward, but caught himself on his elbows, when Potter finally pushed a finger inside him.

“How does it feel now?” Potter asked.

“It feels…” Draco shivered. “It feels strange.”

“Good strange?”

“I don’t know.”

Potter seemed to be waiting for Draco to adjust, to which he only snorted.

“What?” Potter said, sounding a little nervous.

“Just…move your finger or something,” Draco said.

“Okay, but…tell me if it hurts.”

It didn’t, but he was almost sure it would at some point. He willed himself to relax, but he could only concentrate on the unfamiliar sensation of Potter’s slick finger. He startled when warm lips were suddenly pressed against his collarbone. Nice diversion, Potter, he thought with a grin. The way Potter was gasping and moaning against his skin sent heat through him, and before he knew it, he found himself moving in the rhythm of Potter’s finger.