My Own

Disclaimer: *Mission Impossible music plays in the background* They will soon be mine…mwahahahahahaha!!! *Throws herself against the wall, does many super secret agent moves.* I shall have those copyrights, then they’ll be mine, all mine. *laughs maniacally until the light turns on* “Really, in the middle of the night?” *Roommate walks out, shaking head* Oh well, I guess they won’t belong to me tonight. J. K. Rowling, you’ve won this round, you shall keep your precious boys, but in the end, I will prevail…

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He’s so warm and so amazingly tight around me; as much as our first time together. I tightly squeeze my eyes shut when he locks his legs tighter around my waist, bringing me impossibly closer; impossibly deeper inside him.

He moans and I open my eyes to stare down into his. They’re bright and sparkling; they’re infinitely green and trusting. They’re filled with such intense emotion; first and foremost is love. And his eyes are shining for me.

I groan and shift, angling my thrusts…just…so. I shiver as he screams when I graze over that place deep inside him, as his muscles clamp down on me so tightly I can’t move for a second. Slowly, so slowly, I lower my mouth to his neck, grinning slightly when My Own automatically offers himself, arches into my mouth so quickly.

I slow the movements of my hips, almost stopping them; and chuckle at his groan of frustrated disappointment. I trace his pulse point with my tongue before I clamp my mouth over the spot, and suck; marking him. I never tire of his taste, his scent. It always reminds me of the electrically charged air before a rainstorm. My Own even managed to capture the shock of the lightning. He always tastes and smells so clean, so pure, so charged; never failing to draw me in.

“Draco”

Ah, my name; it never sounds so sweet unless sighed from his lips in that needy and oh-so-aroused voice. I feel the vibration thru my lips against his neck. I lean back and look in his eyes. They’re clouded and unfocused and completely pinned on me.

“Please…” An exhalation of air is all that My Heart can manage, but it’s all I need.

I pull my hips back until I’m almost all the way out, ignoring his small groan, before I thrust back in, reveling in his almost silent scream. I set up a brutal rhythm, pounding into My Own. I grasp his shoulders and pull him up, my rhythm never breaking. I feel my teeth descend as I lower my head and sink them into the soft flesh of his neck.

I groan deeply in my throat at the taste of his blood; so powerful and warm, and it always feels cleansing. I glory as his nails dig into my arms, revel in the helpless mews he makes.

I drink deeply as my hips continue to piston, and we fall back supine on the bed. I feel him tense, I hear him hold his breath before it’s released in long sighs; my name, always my name. I’ve never heard anything so beautiful.

I keep pounding into him, feeling his seed splash my stomach, groan as his muscles clench down. I remove my teeth and lever myself up so I can stare into those impossibly verdant eyes, completely losing myself in their depths.

I feel his hand thread thru my hair, gently tugging, inching my lips closer to his. I shudder at the feel of his warm, slick tongue flicking at the corner of my mouth. I moan at the feel of that tongue tracing along my lower lip as he nibbles his way to my ear.

“Come for me, now.”

I can’t help but comply with the softly spoken command. My movements become erratic, jerky; my muscles tense and shake and I can’t catch my breath. My Own locks his legs around me tight; holding me still, deep inside him as I spill my release. I’m just coming down when I feel a set of fangs slide into my throat. That sent me spiraling back up. Distantly, I can’t help but be completely amazed at the power he has over me. I always feel as if he’s drinking my very soul every time he feasts; every time we make love.

Finally, I feel My Love remove his teeth from my neck before I feel him tightly enfold me in his arms and legs, cradling my exhausted body. I’m still embedded deep inside him, and I never want to leave his embrace. There’s nowhere I’d rather be that utterly surrounded by My Heart.

I feel small butterfly kissed rained along my neck and shoulder before his arms tighten and he settles down to sleep. His breathing evens out, but just before Morpheus completely takes him, I hear him breath out, “I love you.”

I smile and answer back. “I love you, also My Harry, My Heart, My Own.” I smile and kiss his drying raven locks, trying to remove myself from his embrace. It seems, even in sleep, Harry won’t release me. I chuckle, but instead of returning to my previous spot, I maneuver our position so we’re on our side. He sighs and snuggles deeper into my arms, burying his face in the hollow of my throat, his breath tickling.

I close my eyes, and as is my own ritual, I send a mental, and heartfelt, thanks to what ever possible deity might be listening for sending me my Harry. With that done; I settle myself deeper into the pillows, inhale the scent of our lovemaking and close my eyes. I’m grateful and will be for eternity, for Harry. I’m thankful and I remember…

TBC…

It’s not over yet.