Harry Potter and The Beloved Incubus (BP4)
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Marked
Chapter Number/Total: 10/40
Chapter Title: Marked
Words: 4050 Words
Harry smirked. "I'm never one to back down from a challenge," he said, licking his lips.
Draco smiled, still stroking himself and waiting to see what Harry would do.
Harry enjoyed the view for a few more moments before pushing himself up and getting to his knees before Draco. He wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him forward, meeting his lips with his own and trailing a hand down his chest.
Draco rose up on his knees to meet Harry, gasping at his touch and opening his lips to his.
Harry moved his hand further down. He grasped Draco's wrist gently to stop him from stroking himself. "I believe that's mine," he whispered.
"All yours," Draco whispered eagerly, and he let go of his own flesh.
Harry's lips curved softly upward and he replaced Draco's hand with his own. "I love that this is mine," he said, giving Draco's cock a gentle squeeze. "And I love that this is mine." He ran his hand up Draco's back. "And this." He kissed Draco's lips. "I love it."
"Mmm." Draco shuddered. "Oh, yes, yours."
Harry stroked Draco slowly, licking his lips with the same speed.
Draco was trembling. Harry's tongue, and his breath on his face, and his hand on his cock made him whimper.
"I love the sounds you make," Harry whispered. "I love how you look at me like I'm the only person in the room - in the world even." He began backing up on the bed and pulling Draco with him so he could lay him down.
"Yes, only one in the world who makes me feel like this," Draco whispered, following him. He loved it when Harry took charge.
Harry lay Draco down and pressed his tongue flat to his jaw. He licked along it before returning to his lips. His hand never left Draco's cock and he continued to stroke him slowly, squeezing lightly over the head.
Draco swallowed hard, mewling against Harry's lips.
"So beautiful," Harry whispered. "I've never seen anything so gorgeous." He kissed down Draco's chin and neck, mirroring how Draco had moved with him.
Draco spread his arms wide, gripping the covers. "You are beautiful," he whispered.
"No, you are," Harry countered. "In all senses of the word." He moved lower, licking the skin at the centre of Draco's chest and around his nipples.
"Tell me," Draco said, his nipples hardening before even being touched.
Harry smiled against Draco's skin. "You're gorgeous, but you already know that, and if you don't, you're blind." He moved closer to one of his nipples. "Everything about you is beautiful. You love me, and you've come to care about the people close to me, even though you didn't have to." He licked the skin of that hardened flesh. "I love how happy this child makes you. I've never seen anything as beautiful as your face when we talk about him. I love how much you care about me no matter how crazy it makes me sometimes when you're right about my safety." He paused and his smile widened just a bit. "And you have no idea how much I hate admitting it. You're the most beautiful person I've ever met."
Draco was panting, Harry's words and touch making him moan in desire. It meant so much to him that Harry understood, that Harry saw him and listened to him.
"Merlin, I love you so much I can't even believe I'm capable of it sometimes," Harry continued. "You really have no idea. If you took all the times I've told you I love you and multiplied it by the highest number you can count to, it still wouldn't be enough." He latched onto Draco's left nipple, licking and kissing.
"Yes, yes, I love you," Draco responded, arching.
Harry smiled again, moving lower and tonguing his way down. "I fucking love that you fancied me in school. Nothing turns me on more than imagining you at Hogwarts thinking of me, and I don't even know why, but, fuck, it makes me so hard."
"Yes, always watching you, always wanting," Draco said, his stomach muscles jumping as Harry's tongue moved over them.
Harry moaned against Draco's skin, dipping his tongue into his navel and then kissing and pulling on the hair below it with his lips. "I love this hair too," he said, licking it. "And what a prize it leads to."
"Your prize," Draco gasped, spreading his legs.
"And I love it when you do that," Harry said, letting go of Draco's cock to rest both hands on his thighs. "When you spread yourself for me. Fuck, could you be any hotter?"
"Hot for you," Draco said, pressing his hips up against Harry's hands, enjoying the feeling of them.
"Mmm," Harry hummed. "Hot for me," he repeated, and he lowered his face and licked the skin so close to that throbbing heat.
Draco whimpered again, his cock twitching.
"I love this cock inside me," Harry said, licking it with just the tip of his tongue. "And I fucking love watching it," he licked again, "when I'm fucking you."
Draco moaned loudly, totally turned on by Harry's words and trembling under his tongue.
"Mmm, and your voice makes me feel like coming all over again." He flicked his tongue quickly over the head over and over again, moaning at the taste of Draco.
"Yessss," Draco hissed, pushing against Harry's hands again.
Harry laid a hot open-mouthed kiss to Draco's cock before bringing one hand up to lightly take hold of that amazing flesh. "I could ride this for hours," he whispered against it. "Suck it for hours - longer if we could last, but we're just too fucking hot." He smiled, mouth still open as he breathed hotly against Draco's cock.
"Oh, Gods, yes," the blond cried out. "Please do it."
Harry played his tongue up the length, licking and sucking as well. "You taste so good, Draco," he said, licking away more pre-come that had gathered.
"So good," Draco echoed, silver hand balled into the bed covers and his right hand trembling and reaching for Harry's hair.
Harry lowered his mouth over the head of Draco's cock and sucked gently on it, raising up again and kissing. "So beautiful," he whispered before moving over him again.
Draco's fingers reached into those soft, dark locks and he ran them through Harry's hair.
"Mmm," Harry hummed happily, sucking gently again. He ran his tongue around the head before moving down and meeting the top of his own hand with his mouth.
Draco's fingers curled, pulling at Harry's hair, and his hips jerked up. He was so close to coming. He wanted to last, but like Harry said, it was just too hot.
Harry pressed down on Draco's thigh and sucked harder, moving his lips and mouth over Draco's cock. He looked up at him through his lashes and moaned at the sight of him flushed and panting.
"Harry, almost ...." Draco cried out, shuddering.
Harry was breathing heavily through his nose already, but he doubled his efforts, lost in the taste, smell, and feel of the man he loved. Yes, Draco, Merlin, yes. Come in my mouth, he thought desperately.
"Harry!" Draco shouted, coming and pulling his lover's hair.
Harry moaned as his mouth was flooded and his hair pulled. There was nothing else like moments such as this one, absolutely nothing else like it. He sucked Draco clean, not wanting to let him go but doing so anyway, panting.
Draco kept pulling Harry's hair. "Come ... up ... here," he panted.
Harry lifted himself and crawled up beside Draco on his hands and knees, lowering himself again so that he was lying pressed nearly on top of Draco's side.
Draco held onto Harry's hair until he could pull his face to his own, looking into his eyes. "You are amazing," he whispered fiercely.
Harry smiled, his eyes bright with love and happiness. He didn't truly know what to say, but he was happy that Draco thought him amazing.
"I feel safe with you," Draco said. "No one else makes me feel like that."
"Good," Harry whispered, cupping the side of Draco's face. "I want you to feel safe with me."
Draco smirked, still pulling Harry's hair a little, keeping his face above his own. "Do you remember the woods?"
Harry looked confused. "The woods ... ?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Forbidden Forest, first year?" Draco smiled, grey eyes glittering.
"Ah," Harry said. "Yes. Detention that you got us landed in." He smiled and shook his head a little.
A big grin spread across Draco's face as he still held Harry's hair. "I was following you," he said. "Gods, you were so clueless."
Harry snorted quietly. "You have to admit you were a prat," he said. "Besides, I was eleven. I wasn't thinking about such things. Although, I don't know what my excuse is for third year and up." He snorted again.
"Did you know how frightened I was of that fucking forest?" Draco whispered.
"You looked pretty scared," Harry said, racking his brain and thinking back to that night. It felt like forever ago.
"I had never been in the woods before, not even in the daylight," Draco explained, running his fingers though Harry's hair.
"You must have been terrified," Harry said. "I was scared a bit too."
"I wanted to hold your hand," Draco whispered. "I couldn't tell you that I was happy it was you I was there with."
Harry smiled a slightly sad, regretful smile. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
"Sorry that I was happy to be with you?" Draco smiled "I was glad it was you. Do you understand?"
"I'm sorry that you couldn't hold my hand," Harry said. "But I am glad that you wanted to, even if you did pick the dog over me." His smile grew.
"I ... I couldn't let you know," Draco said.
Harry kissed Draco on the cheek. "Is that why you scared Neville then?" he asked. "Because you didn't want to go with him? Or were you just being mean?" he asked in a mock-parenting voice.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Ah, both?" he said. "And I didn't like anyone who you liked more than me. Which was bloody well everyone!"
"Well, I wouldn't go that far," Harry said. "I never truly hated you. You just ... made me so bloody angry all the time. You wouldn't stop. No matter what. You were always there whenever I messed up or made a fool of myself. Always there. You made fun of me a lot. It bloody pissed me off." He stroked Draco's face and kissed him again.
"I wasn't just there when you messed up," Draco whispered, kissing him too. "I was there when you succeeded, when you triumphed," he continued. "I was always there, watching you."
"Well, I didn't know that," Harry replied. "You only made sure you said anything when I failed at something. And, oh, Draco, the bloody Dementor stuff in third year. Merlin, what were you thinking? Half the stuff you did was absolutely insane."
Draco laughed, falling back. "Actually, that was pretty funny. Damn, you turned me on when you got so fucking mad. I came so hard that night, I thought I would pass out," he explained.
Harry looked at Draco, highly amused. "You got up on Crabbe's shoulders and threw a bloody cloak on and then I shot a Patronus at you, and that made you come?"
"Later," Draco smirked, "but yes. Do you have any idea what you look like when you do that spell?"
Harry laughed quietly. "I've never done it in a mirror," he said. "So, no."
Draco rolled his eyes. "You couldn't see or feel what I do even if you did." He smiled. "When you look like you do to someone like me, how could I want to look anywhere else?"
Harry smiled widely. "God, it's still so hard to believe that all those times we fought, it turned you on. I just - wow." He was silent for a moment, thinking. "Oh - remember that fight during that Quidditch match? You couldn't have been turned on by that. No way."
Draco blushed, rolling his eyes again. "Why the hell not?" He laughed.
"I hit you in the face!" Harry exclaimed, eyebrows high on his forehead. "It was no slap either. I full out punched you right in the jaw and a lot of other places too. And George as well."
Draco turned his face, attempting to hide his blush in the pillow.
"You're embarrassed?" Harry asked, moving so that Draco couldn't get away from him. He grinned down at him and kissed the very spot he had bruised his knuckles on.
Draco couldn't believe it, but he was getting turned on just remembering, blushing so hard his ears felt like they burned.
Harry grinned so wide at Draco's blush, he thought his lips might split. "I have no idea why you're so embarrassed right now, but I am thoroughly enjoying it."
Draco covered his eyes with his hand, panting, and his cock was getting hard. Hell, he had only come minutes ago and yet he wanted Harry.
Harry wasn't aware that Draco was getting hard. He was far too delighted with his flushed face and didn't even know why. Draco was utterly adorable in that moment.
"I didn't ...." Draco gasped, "I mean, I wanted ... oh, hell."
"What?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow confusedly again.
Draco chuckled, still hiding behind his hand.
"What?" Harry asked again, pulling gently at Draco's hand.
"I didn't want them to heal it," Draco hissed, his blush staying bright.
Harry's mouth dropped open slightly and a delighted smile lit up his face. He couldn't hold in a few small laughs and he hugged Draco tightly, pressing his face into his neck. "You. Are. Brilliant," he said.
"You know why?" Draco asked, confused and shuddering at Harry's face against his neck.
"I'm guessing because you didn't want to remove a mark I made?" Harry said, hoping he wasn't wrong and beginning to feel a little embarrassed himself if he was.
"Yes," Draco said, still blushing but happy that Harry understood. "Because you touched me."
"Merlin, Draco," Harry whispered, smiling. "That's absolutely mad."
Draco looked into Harry's eyes, longing and adoration plain in his own. "Yes, mad," he whispered back.
Harry leaned in and kissed Draco softly, still smiling. "So I'm married to a madman then?" he asked, smoothing Draco's hair back.
"I think you knew that already," Draco said. "I like your marks on me."
"Well, you've certainly got a surplus," Harry said with a small chuckle.
"Gods, you think I am mad even now, imagine what you would have thought if you had known then," Draco whispered.
"Oh, I don't think you're mad," Harry said in a teasing voice. "To be honest, I don't know what I would have done back then, but it doesn't matter, because I love it now."
Draco smiled, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, I was a total prat," he said. "You should punish me for that sometime."
"Hmm, sounds promising," Harry said, smiling as well. "I thought I was the kinky one."
Draco's breath hitched at Harry's approval. "I never said I wasn't," he whispered.
"Nor have you ever proven otherwise," Harry said with a small laugh, his eyes lit up. "I seem to remember me being tied up, me with a knife at my throat and me gagged. Perhaps it is you who are the kinky one and you have pulled a fast one on me with your sneaky Slytherin ways."
"Kinky one? I think that no one would be surprised to find I am kinky, Harry. But you, their hero, that's a different story." Draco smiled.
Harry laughed. "Yes, I suppose you're right." He sighed. "Again."
"Of course, I am." Draco smirked, still panting a bit with his arousal.
Harry grinned and leaned in to kiss Draco again, running his hand back along his jaw.
Draco kissed back, his tongue thrusting into his lover's mouth and his hand reaching to stroke down his back.
Harry hadn't been expecting a kiss quite like this one, but he happily and very readily accepted it, twining his tongue with Draco's.
Smooth skin under his hand was lovely and Draco ran his fingers down Harry's spine, exploring muscle and bone beneath.
Harry sighed happily through his nose, pressing himself more firmly against Draco without even knowing he was doing so, just to feel that much more of him.
Harry's thigh softly brushed Draco's hard cock as he pressed against him and the blond shuddered, sucking on his lover's tongue.
Harry moaned very quietly and pulled back just the slightest little bit for just the smallest amount of time. "Are you hard?" he asked, voice amazed and delighted. He felt Draco's cock, but he wanted to ask him anyway.
Draco blushed again, nodding.
Harry was getting aroused again himself and he couldn't help but smile again at Draco's blush. He moved forward, pressing his lips to Draco's once more.
Draco's hand slid down to cup Harry's arse. He opened his mouth, licking his lover's lips.
Harry moved to straddle Draco, throwing his leg over him and pressing their groins together while they kissed. The pendant Harry never took off hung around him and rested against Draco's skin.
Draco moaned into Harry's mouth, thrusting up against him, both hands caressing his back.
Harry pressed just as firmly down into Draco, his cock hardening quickly. "What ... shall we ... do ... now?" he gasped and moaned, rocking against Draco's erection.
"Fuck," Draco gasped by way of answer.
"How ... do you ... want it?" Harry panted, kissing and nipping along Draco's jaw and neck. "Me ... or you?"
"Fuck me, Harry," Draco begged, arching and rubbing himself against his husband.
Harry gasped and groaned, sucking on Draco's neck as he continued to thrust down against him.
"Yours," Draco gasped again. "Your hands on me, your cock inside me."
Harry reluctantly pulled his mouth from Draco and moved off of him to get between his legs. He lubed his fingers quickly with the spell and pressed them into Draco, moving over him to kiss him again.
Draco lifted his legs, bending his knees so that he could spread himself open for Harry. He opened his mouth and his body, wanting Harry inside him.
Harry stroked Draco's prostate and slipped his tongue inside his mouth, using his free hand to press one of Draco's legs up, grasping it tightly.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, sucking Harry's tongue and arching against his hand.
Harry moaned at the feel of Draco's mouth and he moved his fingers more firmly inside him. "I love this," he whispered. "Love fucking you, hearing you, feeling you squeeze around me."
"Yes, always want you," Draco gasped, his muscles clenching and relaxing.
"Mmm," Harry moaned, loving Draco's reactions as always. He hardly wanted to remove his fingers, but he did and slicked his cock with them before pressing hands to both Draco's legs now and pushing them up.
"Oh, yes," Draco moaned, his hair tangling as he thrashed his head and pulled his legs up as far as he could toward his chest.
Harry felt weak just looking at Draco and knowing that he was his. He was still so fucking amazed by that and had a feeling he would always be. He moved forward, letting Draco's leg go for a second to guide himself into him. He slid slowly inside the tight heat of Draco's body, gasping as he did.
"Yes, perfect inside me," Draco gasped again, shuddering as he felt the length of his lover pressing inside.
"Perfect," Harry whispered, fully pressed into Draco and staring down at him.
Draco looked up into those green eyes. His breath caught. "Fuck me," he breathed. "Love me."
"Always," Harry whispered, keeping eye contact with Draco as he slid back and forward again.
Draco could feel his lover's cock as it slid inside him, filling him, and his own body gripping him as he slid out. He never tired of that sensation, this ability to take part of the man he loved inside himself.
Harry gasped quietly and moved quicker, watching the way Draco's body was rocked with his thrusts, the way his face looked as he made love to him.
Draco met his lover's thrusts as he watched the man's face and upper body as he moved. He could feel Harry's bollocks against his arse each time he pressed forward and the soft hair of Harry's belly against his thighs. And amidst it all was that swirling power that radiated out from him.
The look and feel of Draco's body accepting him into it was amazing, always would be. There were almost no words to describe what it felt like, how it felt to be made love to while making love, because that's what Harry felt like they were doing. Draco was as much giving to Harry as Harry was giving to him.
"Harder, deeper," Draco encouraged. "Fill me."
Harry was panting now as he worked to comply with Draco's words. He thrust hard into him, crying out and clutching at his legs.
Harry's cries were beautiful and Draco felt total joy at his deep thrusts. He was claimed by the one person he had always wanted. Magic rippled around his body, his husband's magic combining with his own.
Harry could feel himself getting close, could feel that telltale tingling heat in his belly and the tightening of his balls. "Fuck, Draco, fuck!" he gasped, knowing it would be only seconds before he came.
Magic flared and Draco was coming, feeling the heat of his lover inside him. His body clenched around Harry's cock as Draco's orgasm shot his seed over his own belly and chest.
Harry gasped again at the gorgeous sight of Draco coming. It pulled his own release from him and his back arched as he filled his lover. Then he slumped forward, making small whimpering noises between heavy breaths.
Draco's eyes were closed as he lay feeling the sensation of Harry buried inside him and their combined magic flowing in the warm currents of air around them. He smiled dreamily.
Harry tried to take steadying breaths and pulled out of Draco very gently after a few moments. He took his place pressed closely to his side again and laid a hand on his sticky chest.
Draco's legs dropped to the bed and he felt tired and sated. He made a small pleased noise when Harry pressed beside him again and his arm came around to hold him.
Harry sighed happily and yawned, closing his eyes. "I love you," he said quietly. "And I want to get under the covers but I don't feel much like moving."
Draco couldn't move, not even if Harry hadn't been pressed against him. "Call an elf," he suggested.
Harry huffed. "No," he said, moving his hand around to feel if there were any loose blankets he could pull over them.
Draco felt warm and happy, drifting into sleep without caring about blankets or house-elves.
Harry eventually gave up and simply pressed closer to Draco, wrapping arms and legs around him. He pressed his face into his neck and held him tight. Within a few moments, he was asleep as well.
Chapter Title: Marked
Words: 4050 Words
Harry smirked. "I'm never one to back down from a challenge," he said, licking his lips.
Draco smiled, still stroking himself and waiting to see what Harry would do.
Harry enjoyed the view for a few more moments before pushing himself up and getting to his knees before Draco. He wrapped an arm around his waist and pulled him forward, meeting his lips with his own and trailing a hand down his chest.
Draco rose up on his knees to meet Harry, gasping at his touch and opening his lips to his.
Harry moved his hand further down. He grasped Draco's wrist gently to stop him from stroking himself. "I believe that's mine," he whispered.
"All yours," Draco whispered eagerly, and he let go of his own flesh.
Harry's lips curved softly upward and he replaced Draco's hand with his own. "I love that this is mine," he said, giving Draco's cock a gentle squeeze. "And I love that this is mine." He ran his hand up Draco's back. "And this." He kissed Draco's lips. "I love it."
"Mmm." Draco shuddered. "Oh, yes, yours."
Harry stroked Draco slowly, licking his lips with the same speed.
Draco was trembling. Harry's tongue, and his breath on his face, and his hand on his cock made him whimper.
"I love the sounds you make," Harry whispered. "I love how you look at me like I'm the only person in the room - in the world even." He began backing up on the bed and pulling Draco with him so he could lay him down.
"Yes, only one in the world who makes me feel like this," Draco whispered, following him. He loved it when Harry took charge.
Harry lay Draco down and pressed his tongue flat to his jaw. He licked along it before returning to his lips. His hand never left Draco's cock and he continued to stroke him slowly, squeezing lightly over the head.
Draco swallowed hard, mewling against Harry's lips.
"So beautiful," Harry whispered. "I've never seen anything so gorgeous." He kissed down Draco's chin and neck, mirroring how Draco had moved with him.
Draco spread his arms wide, gripping the covers. "You are beautiful," he whispered.
"No, you are," Harry countered. "In all senses of the word." He moved lower, licking the skin at the centre of Draco's chest and around his nipples.
"Tell me," Draco said, his nipples hardening before even being touched.
Harry smiled against Draco's skin. "You're gorgeous, but you already know that, and if you don't, you're blind." He moved closer to one of his nipples. "Everything about you is beautiful. You love me, and you've come to care about the people close to me, even though you didn't have to." He licked the skin of that hardened flesh. "I love how happy this child makes you. I've never seen anything as beautiful as your face when we talk about him. I love how much you care about me no matter how crazy it makes me sometimes when you're right about my safety." He paused and his smile widened just a bit. "And you have no idea how much I hate admitting it. You're the most beautiful person I've ever met."
Draco was panting, Harry's words and touch making him moan in desire. It meant so much to him that Harry understood, that Harry saw him and listened to him.
"Merlin, I love you so much I can't even believe I'm capable of it sometimes," Harry continued. "You really have no idea. If you took all the times I've told you I love you and multiplied it by the highest number you can count to, it still wouldn't be enough." He latched onto Draco's left nipple, licking and kissing.
"Yes, yes, I love you," Draco responded, arching.
Harry smiled again, moving lower and tonguing his way down. "I fucking love that you fancied me in school. Nothing turns me on more than imagining you at Hogwarts thinking of me, and I don't even know why, but, fuck, it makes me so hard."
"Yes, always watching you, always wanting," Draco said, his stomach muscles jumping as Harry's tongue moved over them.
Harry moaned against Draco's skin, dipping his tongue into his navel and then kissing and pulling on the hair below it with his lips. "I love this hair too," he said, licking it. "And what a prize it leads to."
"Your prize," Draco gasped, spreading his legs.
"And I love it when you do that," Harry said, letting go of Draco's cock to rest both hands on his thighs. "When you spread yourself for me. Fuck, could you be any hotter?"
"Hot for you," Draco said, pressing his hips up against Harry's hands, enjoying the feeling of them.
"Mmm," Harry hummed. "Hot for me," he repeated, and he lowered his face and licked the skin so close to that throbbing heat.
Draco whimpered again, his cock twitching.
"I love this cock inside me," Harry said, licking it with just the tip of his tongue. "And I fucking love watching it," he licked again, "when I'm fucking you."
Draco moaned loudly, totally turned on by Harry's words and trembling under his tongue.
"Mmm, and your voice makes me feel like coming all over again." He flicked his tongue quickly over the head over and over again, moaning at the taste of Draco.
"Yessss," Draco hissed, pushing against Harry's hands again.
Harry laid a hot open-mouthed kiss to Draco's cock before bringing one hand up to lightly take hold of that amazing flesh. "I could ride this for hours," he whispered against it. "Suck it for hours - longer if we could last, but we're just too fucking hot." He smiled, mouth still open as he breathed hotly against Draco's cock.
"Oh, Gods, yes," the blond cried out. "Please do it."
Harry played his tongue up the length, licking and sucking as well. "You taste so good, Draco," he said, licking away more pre-come that had gathered.
"So good," Draco echoed, silver hand balled into the bed covers and his right hand trembling and reaching for Harry's hair.
Harry lowered his mouth over the head of Draco's cock and sucked gently on it, raising up again and kissing. "So beautiful," he whispered before moving over him again.
Draco's fingers reached into those soft, dark locks and he ran them through Harry's hair.
"Mmm," Harry hummed happily, sucking gently again. He ran his tongue around the head before moving down and meeting the top of his own hand with his mouth.
Draco's fingers curled, pulling at Harry's hair, and his hips jerked up. He was so close to coming. He wanted to last, but like Harry said, it was just too hot.
Harry pressed down on Draco's thigh and sucked harder, moving his lips and mouth over Draco's cock. He looked up at him through his lashes and moaned at the sight of him flushed and panting.
"Harry, almost ...." Draco cried out, shuddering.
Harry was breathing heavily through his nose already, but he doubled his efforts, lost in the taste, smell, and feel of the man he loved. Yes, Draco, Merlin, yes. Come in my mouth, he thought desperately.
"Harry!" Draco shouted, coming and pulling his lover's hair.
Harry moaned as his mouth was flooded and his hair pulled. There was nothing else like moments such as this one, absolutely nothing else like it. He sucked Draco clean, not wanting to let him go but doing so anyway, panting.
Draco kept pulling Harry's hair. "Come ... up ... here," he panted.
Harry lifted himself and crawled up beside Draco on his hands and knees, lowering himself again so that he was lying pressed nearly on top of Draco's side.
Draco held onto Harry's hair until he could pull his face to his own, looking into his eyes. "You are amazing," he whispered fiercely.
Harry smiled, his eyes bright with love and happiness. He didn't truly know what to say, but he was happy that Draco thought him amazing.
"I feel safe with you," Draco said. "No one else makes me feel like that."
"Good," Harry whispered, cupping the side of Draco's face. "I want you to feel safe with me."
Draco smirked, still pulling Harry's hair a little, keeping his face above his own. "Do you remember the woods?"
Harry looked confused. "The woods ... ?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Forbidden Forest, first year?" Draco smiled, grey eyes glittering.
"Ah," Harry said. "Yes. Detention that you got us landed in." He smiled and shook his head a little.
A big grin spread across Draco's face as he still held Harry's hair. "I was following you," he said. "Gods, you were so clueless."
Harry snorted quietly. "You have to admit you were a prat," he said. "Besides, I was eleven. I wasn't thinking about such things. Although, I don't know what my excuse is for third year and up." He snorted again.
"Did you know how frightened I was of that fucking forest?" Draco whispered.
"You looked pretty scared," Harry said, racking his brain and thinking back to that night. It felt like forever ago.
"I had never been in the woods before, not even in the daylight," Draco explained, running his fingers though Harry's hair.
"You must have been terrified," Harry said. "I was scared a bit too."
"I wanted to hold your hand," Draco whispered. "I couldn't tell you that I was happy it was you I was there with."
Harry smiled a slightly sad, regretful smile. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
"Sorry that I was happy to be with you?" Draco smiled "I was glad it was you. Do you understand?"
"I'm sorry that you couldn't hold my hand," Harry said. "But I am glad that you wanted to, even if you did pick the dog over me." His smile grew.
"I ... I couldn't let you know," Draco said.
Harry kissed Draco on the cheek. "Is that why you scared Neville then?" he asked. "Because you didn't want to go with him? Or were you just being mean?" he asked in a mock-parenting voice.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Ah, both?" he said. "And I didn't like anyone who you liked more than me. Which was bloody well everyone!"
"Well, I wouldn't go that far," Harry said. "I never truly hated you. You just ... made me so bloody angry all the time. You wouldn't stop. No matter what. You were always there whenever I messed up or made a fool of myself. Always there. You made fun of me a lot. It bloody pissed me off." He stroked Draco's face and kissed him again.
"I wasn't just there when you messed up," Draco whispered, kissing him too. "I was there when you succeeded, when you triumphed," he continued. "I was always there, watching you."
"Well, I didn't know that," Harry replied. "You only made sure you said anything when I failed at something. And, oh, Draco, the bloody Dementor stuff in third year. Merlin, what were you thinking? Half the stuff you did was absolutely insane."
Draco laughed, falling back. "Actually, that was pretty funny. Damn, you turned me on when you got so fucking mad. I came so hard that night, I thought I would pass out," he explained.
Harry looked at Draco, highly amused. "You got up on Crabbe's shoulders and threw a bloody cloak on and then I shot a Patronus at you, and that made you come?"
"Later," Draco smirked, "but yes. Do you have any idea what you look like when you do that spell?"
Harry laughed quietly. "I've never done it in a mirror," he said. "So, no."
Draco rolled his eyes. "You couldn't see or feel what I do even if you did." He smiled. "When you look like you do to someone like me, how could I want to look anywhere else?"
Harry smiled widely. "God, it's still so hard to believe that all those times we fought, it turned you on. I just - wow." He was silent for a moment, thinking. "Oh - remember that fight during that Quidditch match? You couldn't have been turned on by that. No way."
Draco blushed, rolling his eyes again. "Why the hell not?" He laughed.
"I hit you in the face!" Harry exclaimed, eyebrows high on his forehead. "It was no slap either. I full out punched you right in the jaw and a lot of other places too. And George as well."
Draco turned his face, attempting to hide his blush in the pillow.
"You're embarrassed?" Harry asked, moving so that Draco couldn't get away from him. He grinned down at him and kissed the very spot he had bruised his knuckles on.
Draco couldn't believe it, but he was getting turned on just remembering, blushing so hard his ears felt like they burned.
Harry grinned so wide at Draco's blush, he thought his lips might split. "I have no idea why you're so embarrassed right now, but I am thoroughly enjoying it."
Draco covered his eyes with his hand, panting, and his cock was getting hard. Hell, he had only come minutes ago and yet he wanted Harry.
Harry wasn't aware that Draco was getting hard. He was far too delighted with his flushed face and didn't even know why. Draco was utterly adorable in that moment.
"I didn't ...." Draco gasped, "I mean, I wanted ... oh, hell."
"What?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow confusedly again.
Draco chuckled, still hiding behind his hand.
"What?" Harry asked again, pulling gently at Draco's hand.
"I didn't want them to heal it," Draco hissed, his blush staying bright.
Harry's mouth dropped open slightly and a delighted smile lit up his face. He couldn't hold in a few small laughs and he hugged Draco tightly, pressing his face into his neck. "You. Are. Brilliant," he said.
"You know why?" Draco asked, confused and shuddering at Harry's face against his neck.
"I'm guessing because you didn't want to remove a mark I made?" Harry said, hoping he wasn't wrong and beginning to feel a little embarrassed himself if he was.
"Yes," Draco said, still blushing but happy that Harry understood. "Because you touched me."
"Merlin, Draco," Harry whispered, smiling. "That's absolutely mad."
Draco looked into Harry's eyes, longing and adoration plain in his own. "Yes, mad," he whispered back.
Harry leaned in and kissed Draco softly, still smiling. "So I'm married to a madman then?" he asked, smoothing Draco's hair back.
"I think you knew that already," Draco said. "I like your marks on me."
"Well, you've certainly got a surplus," Harry said with a small chuckle.
"Gods, you think I am mad even now, imagine what you would have thought if you had known then," Draco whispered.
"Oh, I don't think you're mad," Harry said in a teasing voice. "To be honest, I don't know what I would have done back then, but it doesn't matter, because I love it now."
Draco smiled, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, I was a total prat," he said. "You should punish me for that sometime."
"Hmm, sounds promising," Harry said, smiling as well. "I thought I was the kinky one."
Draco's breath hitched at Harry's approval. "I never said I wasn't," he whispered.
"Nor have you ever proven otherwise," Harry said with a small laugh, his eyes lit up. "I seem to remember me being tied up, me with a knife at my throat and me gagged. Perhaps it is you who are the kinky one and you have pulled a fast one on me with your sneaky Slytherin ways."
"Kinky one? I think that no one would be surprised to find I am kinky, Harry. But you, their hero, that's a different story." Draco smiled.
Harry laughed. "Yes, I suppose you're right." He sighed. "Again."
"Of course, I am." Draco smirked, still panting a bit with his arousal.
Harry grinned and leaned in to kiss Draco again, running his hand back along his jaw.
Draco kissed back, his tongue thrusting into his lover's mouth and his hand reaching to stroke down his back.
Harry hadn't been expecting a kiss quite like this one, but he happily and very readily accepted it, twining his tongue with Draco's.
Smooth skin under his hand was lovely and Draco ran his fingers down Harry's spine, exploring muscle and bone beneath.
Harry sighed happily through his nose, pressing himself more firmly against Draco without even knowing he was doing so, just to feel that much more of him.
Harry's thigh softly brushed Draco's hard cock as he pressed against him and the blond shuddered, sucking on his lover's tongue.
Harry moaned very quietly and pulled back just the slightest little bit for just the smallest amount of time. "Are you hard?" he asked, voice amazed and delighted. He felt Draco's cock, but he wanted to ask him anyway.
Draco blushed again, nodding.
Harry was getting aroused again himself and he couldn't help but smile again at Draco's blush. He moved forward, pressing his lips to Draco's once more.
Draco's hand slid down to cup Harry's arse. He opened his mouth, licking his lover's lips.
Harry moved to straddle Draco, throwing his leg over him and pressing their groins together while they kissed. The pendant Harry never took off hung around him and rested against Draco's skin.
Draco moaned into Harry's mouth, thrusting up against him, both hands caressing his back.
Harry pressed just as firmly down into Draco, his cock hardening quickly. "What ... shall we ... do ... now?" he gasped and moaned, rocking against Draco's erection.
"Fuck," Draco gasped by way of answer.
"How ... do you ... want it?" Harry panted, kissing and nipping along Draco's jaw and neck. "Me ... or you?"
"Fuck me, Harry," Draco begged, arching and rubbing himself against his husband.
Harry gasped and groaned, sucking on Draco's neck as he continued to thrust down against him.
"Yours," Draco gasped again. "Your hands on me, your cock inside me."
Harry reluctantly pulled his mouth from Draco and moved off of him to get between his legs. He lubed his fingers quickly with the spell and pressed them into Draco, moving over him to kiss him again.
Draco lifted his legs, bending his knees so that he could spread himself open for Harry. He opened his mouth and his body, wanting Harry inside him.
Harry stroked Draco's prostate and slipped his tongue inside his mouth, using his free hand to press one of Draco's legs up, grasping it tightly.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, sucking Harry's tongue and arching against his hand.
Harry moaned at the feel of Draco's mouth and he moved his fingers more firmly inside him. "I love this," he whispered. "Love fucking you, hearing you, feeling you squeeze around me."
"Yes, always want you," Draco gasped, his muscles clenching and relaxing.
"Mmm," Harry moaned, loving Draco's reactions as always. He hardly wanted to remove his fingers, but he did and slicked his cock with them before pressing hands to both Draco's legs now and pushing them up.
"Oh, yes," Draco moaned, his hair tangling as he thrashed his head and pulled his legs up as far as he could toward his chest.
Harry felt weak just looking at Draco and knowing that he was his. He was still so fucking amazed by that and had a feeling he would always be. He moved forward, letting Draco's leg go for a second to guide himself into him. He slid slowly inside the tight heat of Draco's body, gasping as he did.
"Yes, perfect inside me," Draco gasped again, shuddering as he felt the length of his lover pressing inside.
"Perfect," Harry whispered, fully pressed into Draco and staring down at him.
Draco looked up into those green eyes. His breath caught. "Fuck me," he breathed. "Love me."
"Always," Harry whispered, keeping eye contact with Draco as he slid back and forward again.
Draco could feel his lover's cock as it slid inside him, filling him, and his own body gripping him as he slid out. He never tired of that sensation, this ability to take part of the man he loved inside himself.
Harry gasped quietly and moved quicker, watching the way Draco's body was rocked with his thrusts, the way his face looked as he made love to him.
Draco met his lover's thrusts as he watched the man's face and upper body as he moved. He could feel Harry's bollocks against his arse each time he pressed forward and the soft hair of Harry's belly against his thighs. And amidst it all was that swirling power that radiated out from him.
The look and feel of Draco's body accepting him into it was amazing, always would be. There were almost no words to describe what it felt like, how it felt to be made love to while making love, because that's what Harry felt like they were doing. Draco was as much giving to Harry as Harry was giving to him.
"Harder, deeper," Draco encouraged. "Fill me."
Harry was panting now as he worked to comply with Draco's words. He thrust hard into him, crying out and clutching at his legs.
Harry's cries were beautiful and Draco felt total joy at his deep thrusts. He was claimed by the one person he had always wanted. Magic rippled around his body, his husband's magic combining with his own.
Harry could feel himself getting close, could feel that telltale tingling heat in his belly and the tightening of his balls. "Fuck, Draco, fuck!" he gasped, knowing it would be only seconds before he came.
Magic flared and Draco was coming, feeling the heat of his lover inside him. His body clenched around Harry's cock as Draco's orgasm shot his seed over his own belly and chest.
Harry gasped again at the gorgeous sight of Draco coming. It pulled his own release from him and his back arched as he filled his lover. Then he slumped forward, making small whimpering noises between heavy breaths.
Draco's eyes were closed as he lay feeling the sensation of Harry buried inside him and their combined magic flowing in the warm currents of air around them. He smiled dreamily.
Harry tried to take steadying breaths and pulled out of Draco very gently after a few moments. He took his place pressed closely to his side again and laid a hand on his sticky chest.
Draco's legs dropped to the bed and he felt tired and sated. He made a small pleased noise when Harry pressed beside him again and his arm came around to hold him.
Harry sighed happily and yawned, closing his eyes. "I love you," he said quietly. "And I want to get under the covers but I don't feel much like moving."
Draco couldn't move, not even if Harry hadn't been pressed against him. "Call an elf," he suggested.
Harry huffed. "No," he said, moving his hand around to feel if there were any loose blankets he could pull over them.
Draco felt warm and happy, drifting into sleep without caring about blankets or house-elves.
Harry eventually gave up and simply pressed closer to Draco, wrapping arms and legs around him. He pressed his face into his neck and held him tight. Within a few moments, he was asleep as well.