"That was pretty good, right?" Draco panted. Harry was too exhausted to respond, but he was still capable of nodding, so he let that suffice. "Twice in a row, that's not too bad for my first time. Have you ever done it twice in a row?"
"Yeah," Harry chuckled.
Draco frowned. He had been pretty impressed by this feat. You go without sex for 22 years and then suddenly you do it twice in a row? He had expected some kind of medal for that.
"What about three times?"
Harry's eyes widened in the dim lighting of his bedroom, and he shook his head tenuously.
"Okay," Draco said, clapping his hands together energetically. "Five minute water break and then it's back to business!"
Harry groaned, burying his face into the pillows.
"Come on!" Draco goaded, pulling on his arm.
"Easy for you to say. I'm doing all the work. You get on top and we'll go for round three," Harry agreed.
"I don't want to be on top. I don't know how yet. You top me again and I promise to take notes this time," Draco cajoled.
"You won't be the top, you'll just be on top. Give me a couple minutes and I'll show you what I mean."
"This whole sex thing is a lot of fun, I can see why people enjoy it so much," Draco commented after a pause.
"Wishing you hadn't held out for so long?" Harry smiled.
"Definitely. We should have done this a long time ago."
"I meant…oh, never mind. Come here, I'm ready for our third and final round. After this I get to sleep. Okay, now get up like that…back more…and just think of me as the best chair ever."
"," Draco sighed, and Harry couldn't quite keep himself from laughing just the slightest bit. He, like Draco, had been searching for something vague and undefined for a long time now (although not as thoroughly as Draco had done), and he was glad that they had both finally found what it was they had been searching for.