Harry Potter and The Charming Prince (BP7)

After that first night, Harry and Draco went out with Fred and George a few times more. Each time the twins had different dates – they even brought men with them once – but they still asked Harry and Draco to dance at least a few songs with them. It was always the same teasing, flirty-but-not-quite-flirting game. They were fun to be around, though, in ways that Ron and Hermione just didn't seem to be capable of. They were new fun, even though, technically, they weren’t new.

Hermione was wonderful, but could sometimes be a bit uptight. And Ron, no matter how far he had come in the last two years, was still slightly awkward around things that were outside of his comfort zone which included two, or more, men dancing seductively with each other. He was very much at ease around Harry and Draco, as he lived with them and loved them both, but there were still the little things he did, like looking away when they kissed, or making little faces at certain things they said or did. It was nice to – as silly as it sounded – hang around people that were just a little bit more like Harry and Draco were. It was fun, and relaxing, and certainly never boring.

Draco’s birthday was coming up quickly now, though, and Harry still didn’t really know what to get him. He’d been having … thoughts, but hadn’t yet got up the courage to tell Draco what he was thinking. He’d only been having them for a couple weeks though, so he hadn’t actually worked out any details yet. Harry was embarrassed by his thoughts; highly embarrassed, and didn’t know if he really wanted to, or if he should, bring them up at all.

It would definitely be something big – something huge – to Harry, at least, if he were to bring it up. He’d actually been a bit upset with himself when he’d first thought of it, and had tried to block out the images and ideas, but he couldn’t help it. It all just kept coming back. And he had a feeling that Draco would … well … perhaps he didn’t really have any idea what Draco would think. Harry knew his husband would be shocked. Yes, that was for sure. Would he be angry? It didn’t seem like he would be. Would it upset him? Harry wasn’t one hundred percent sure. He sighed, staring at his knees as he thought.

He was in bed with Draco. It was a lazy morning and they'd had Leakey bring breakfast and tea to them. Their children were apparently content in their bedroom for the moment, neither of them having begun crying yet. Harry could hear their little voices as they spoke to one another in the sometimes strange ways they had of doing so – a mixture of normal words, baby talk and Parseltongue. Most of the time it was Valen teaching April and April copying what her brother said. The Monitoring Charm on their bedroom allowed Harry and Draco to hear the children while keeping their own conversations private.

Draco set his empty tea cup aside and smiled, lying back with his hands behind his head. He watched Harry, waiting. He could always tell when something was up with his husband. He could practically see Harry building up the nerve to talk about whatever it was.

It was another full minute before Harry could even open his mouth. He got that far, looked at Draco, and then closed it again.

Draco sent the finished breakfast tray back to the kitchen and then cocked his head. "Come here," he said softly.

Harry's eyebrows sunk down a little, but then he closed the short space between Draco and himself, looking at him.

Draco reached to stroke Harry's hair back from his face, fingers combing through it. "Going to talk to me about it?" he asked.

Harry sighed. "Am I that obvious?" he said.

"Only to me," Draco assured him.

Harry sighed again. "It's sort of ... weird," he said, frowning a bit. "What I want to say."

Draco arched his eyebrows. "Weird, from you?" he teased.

Harry smiled, rolling his eyes slightly. "Yes, actually," he said. "You probably won't believe me."

Draco was intrigued but kept his face neutral. "I'm listening."

Harry took a deep breath, still having half a mind not to say it at all, but then he said in a sort of rush, "Are you attracted to Fred and George?" And then he blushed scarlet, unable to help it, for his every thought about them sped through his mind then.

Draco's eyes widened. He hadn't expected the question. He tried to read from Harry's expression whether or not his flirting with Fred and George had upset his husband or something else. "They are attractive men," he said cautiously.

Harry was silent for a few more moments. "Yeah," he said quietly. He found he was actually a little afraid of telling Draco his thoughts. He swallowed. "Okay," he said, bracing himself, "what ... would you think of ... sex ... with them?" He had to look away from Draco's face and came close to whispering the word sex. Where the hell did the whole being a Gryffindor thing go when he needed it?

"Look at me," Draco said.

Harry's eyes flickered back to Draco's face. His heart was thumping.

"Are you asking because you are upset with me? Or is this something else?" Draco asked, still being cautious.

"Oh. No. No, no, I'm just – I'm just asking," Harry said, tongue stumbling over his words. Except that he wasn't just asking, but one step at a time was all Harry could seem to manage as he waited to hear what Draco would say.

Draco smiled, arching an eyebrow and reaching to cup his husband's chin to that he could look into his eyes. "So the answer is yes, I am attracted to them. And when they dance with us, yes, I do think of other things it would be nice to do with them," he answered, watching Harry carefully.

Harry's heart was still beating rather quickly. "Yeah – I ... me too," he said quietly. "It's ... hard not to."

Draco's smile grew and his heart sped up. "So you have been thinking about it?"

Harry bit his lip. "Yeah," he said with a small wince, and it strangely sounded more like a question than an answer.

Draco licked his lips, eyes darkening. "Tell me what you have been thinking about," he encouraged, voice dropping with sudden arousal.

Harry looked at Draco, slightly alarmed. "Um, well, sex," he said, stating the obvious. "Your ... birthday's coming up and I thought ... maybe ... we could, well, you know."

"You aren't just talking fantasy, are you?" Draco asked, swallowing hard. He was quickly becoming very aroused as images flashed through his mind.

Harry's eyebrows rose up high on his forehead. Draco was getting this turned on just talking about it? "No, not just," he said, gaining more confidence. "I was thinking that we could talk to the twins and then ... work something out for your birthday or something. You know, like, just sex."

"I .... " Draco's brain seemed not to be supplying words anymore, so he nodded.

Harry licked his lips now. He leant in so that his mouth was against Draco's ear. "We could ... meet them here, get everything ready," he whispered. "And then, well, Merlin, what would we do?" He slid a hand down Draco's naked chest, dipping fingers lightly into his belly button.

"Yes, invite them to dinner and then a special dessert," Draco whispered, his cock already twitching at the idea.

"Mmm," Harry hummed quietly. "And not tell them anything at all of what we have planned?"

"And just how would you go about telling them?" Draco asked, amused. "Hey, come to dinner so we can fuck you?"

Harry took in a small, sharp breath at that, his body warming. "I guess that would be sort of odd," he said. "So, you want to ... fuck them?" he asked, very lightly tracing Draco's tattoo now.

Part of Draco wondered if this was a trick question but he was so aroused by the idea, he figured his body was making the answer obvious. "Yes," he managed, trembling under his husband's touch.

Oddly, Harry felt a quick spike of jealousy and a flood of arousal at the same time. He took a deep breath though and thought through his emotions. This was entirely his idea; Draco would never have asked on his own. Harry had known what Draco's reaction might be all along and, to be honest, this was something Harry wanted too ... a chance to bring a fantasy to life and fuck them as well. He trembled. "Yeah – I – me too," he whispered.

Draco reached for his husband, cupping his face and bringing him down for a passionate kiss.

Harry moaned softly, slipping his tongue into Draco's mouth and bringing hands around to hold him.

The blond's right hand slid back into his lover's hair, pulling gently as his tongue slipped inside Harry's mouth.

Harry kissed Draco back slowly, stroking his tongue, sucking lightly upon it. He kissed Draco's chin and then back around to his ear, still kissing as he whispered between that, "Do you think they'll want to let us?"

"After the way they danced with us? Yes," Draco answered, gasping at both the words and touch.

"Yes," Harry said quietly in agreement, voice husky. After a moment's hesitant thinking, he continued in the same voice, "Do you think they'll move that way? How they dance?"

A groan escaped Draco's lips and he shuddered. "I certainly hope so," he answered, pulling Harry against him so that the other man was half lying atop of him.

Harry moved the rest of the way, straddling Draco with a quiet gasp. He continued to kiss him, hands roaming pale skin. "They move their hips nearly as well as you do," he said, moving his own hips in a circular motion against Draco as if his body had a need to demonstrate.

Draco's hands caressed Harry's smooth skin, fingers playing over his arms and chest and down his body. "You have certainly learnt to move yours well," he whispered, looking up with love and desire at Harry.

Harry smiled. "I had a very good teacher," he said, kissing Draco's lips again.

"So what will you want to do with them?" Draco asked, right hand caressing the hair on Harry's belly while the other slid back over his hip to his arse.

"I don't know," Harry whispered. "Kiss them, maybe ... suck them." He could hardly believe the conversation he and Draco were having. It was odd to talk about willing and wanted sex between anyone but himself and his husband.

Draco slid his hand down and wrapped around Harry's cock. "I want you to fuck me in front of them," Draco whispered, voice hoarse.

Harry's eyelids fluttered and he groaned, even more from the words than the touch. He nodded his approval of that. "Anything you want," he said.

"I always want you," Draco whispered, stroking him. "And you know I love being watched. I love the idea of being fucked and sucked at the same time, too."

Harry groaned again. "I'm sure that can be arranged," he said, his voice shaky with arousal. He reached a hand for Draco's erection.

"Oh, yes, touch me," Draco gasped, fingers playing over his husband's cock while his silver hand cupped Harry’s arse, squeezing.

Harry gasped at both feelings, stroking Draco in time with the long-fingered hand on his own cock.

"Ride me," Draco gasped, eyes half-closed as he watched Harry.

Harry groaned yet again, fingers suddenly magically slick on Draco's erection. "Oh, yeah, gonna ride this thick cock," he whispered breathlessly.

"Oh, yes, my lion," Draco moaned, thrusting up into Harry's hand. "I want to be inside you!"

Harry reached behind himself, lifting up a bit to press lubed fingers inside his entrance. "It's like my arse is begging for you," he said, licking Draco's lips as he tried to be ready quickly.

"Yes, because you know I belong inside you," Draco gasped. He was still stroking Harry's cock and licking his lips in anticipation.

"Mmm, belong there," Harry moaned. He grasped Draco's shoulder, shifting up in his lap and moving his other hand to take hold of Draco's cock behind him. He began the slow slide down as his lips parted slightly and a soft exhalation of breath escaped them while his body greedily held on to Draco, aching for more. Halfway to his goal, Harry pulled oxygen back into his lungs in an effort to make the descent last as long as possible. The feeling of being opened up and filled by his husband was one that Harry knew he would never grow tired of or want to rush. Unless, of course, he was in the mood for hard and fast. Harry clenched the muscles inside himself as he whispered, "Need you in me ... always."

Draco moaned and his neck arched as he felt Harry's warmth and magic envelop his cock. He could feel the slow and amazing progress as Harry took it slow. "Oh, Gods, oh yes you do!"

"I do," Harry agreed, fully seated on Draco after a moment and panting. He moved his hips in a circular motion again. The dragon on his hip behaved as wildly as it always did while he was this turned on.

"Oh, yes, you move so well," Draco gasped, and looked up with half-lidded grey eyes at his lover. His hand on Harry's cock squeezed gently while the other hand reached up to touch his face.

Harry leant his face into Draco's hand, kissing it. He arched and moved on Draco's cock, rotating again, rocking against him.

"Harry, yes," Draco gasped. "I love being inside you and the look on your face as you take me."

Harry dipped his head forward and kissed him, moaning into his mouth. "My arse is yours," he whispered between quick breaths as he continued to slide up and down on Draco's cock. "So yours."

"Yes, yes, mine," Draco gasped, thrusting up into each slide now, his heels digging into the bed for traction as he moved.

Harry's head was full of the sounds in the room, the puffs of Draco's breath against his face, the feeling of being fucked by him. He concentrated on moving, working Draco's cock in and out of his body and shifting his hips at different angles until he felt the head of Draco's cock brush against the small knot of nerves that had waited impatiently. Harry couldn't help the moans that began to build up inside his throat.

Draco's fingers on his lover's cock kept pace with his movements, feeling the power inside Harry uncoil and writhe with the dragon on his hip. "Oh, yes, my love," he whispered, "take me, ride me!"

Harry moved faster after that, the moans now escaping with almost every breath. Unable to control his actions, he squeezed Draco's shoulder in a bruising grip and threw his head back, coming in spurts over his husband's belly and chest. "Draco," he groaned, arse clenching.

"Harry, yes!" Draco shouted, feeling his lover's body squeeze him tight and his magic flaring. Draco filled Harry with his seed, always amazed that he was allowed to do this. That Harry wanted him. Really wanted him so much.

Harry went slightly limp, panting still. He began kissing Draco again, stroking his face and his hair. "No one could be as good as you," he said.

"No, no one," Draco smiled, kissing him back and running his finger though Harry's hair. "Playing with them won't make us any less meant for each other. I am always yours."

Harry nodded, knowing Draco was right. "Nothing could change that," he said. "I've put your mark on me." He smiled and touched the dragon.

Draco smiled, looking down between them and seeing the way both tattoo figures seemed to be curled up in post-coital bliss as well. "You set your mark on me long before," he whispered.

Harry kissed Draco softly, simply resting with him. "You don't think it will make things awkward, do you? Between us and Fred and George?"

Draco flushed, smiling. "They have always teased us, so no, I don't think it will change their behaviour that much."

"And you're not ... mad at me for this?" Harry asked. He had other questions but the issue most concerning Harry was that Draco might consider his suggestion hypocritical and he never wanted to do anything that would cause his husband to lose respect for him.

Draco smiled happily up at Harry. "For being willing to let us play with two gorgeous men who have been teasing us both for a long time?" he asked in a teasing tone.

Harry smiled crookedly. "I mean for, well, the way I've acted before and then now this." It was strange, but he still didn't like the thought of Draco with Theo. He frowned, wondering why.

"There are differences between what happened and this," Draco said softly, still petting Harry's hair. He withdrew his sticky hand from between their bodies and wiggled his fingers in front of his lover, grinning.

Harry raised an eyebrow and grinned as well. He held his tongue out and waggled it a little.

Draco chuckled. He had been expecting a Cleaning Charm but he happily brought his fingers to his lover's mouth. "Pervert," he teased.

"You love it," Harry teased back before sucking on one of his fingers.

Draco moaned, shivering as Harry sucked his fingers. "Oh, yes, love it, love you," he answered.

Harry smiled. He gave Draco's hand a last lick before he moved forward to kiss him. "Love you," he said.

"No one will ever make me feel like you do," Draco whispered.

"Same goes for me," Harry whispered in return. "I love you, I love you, I love you." He pressed his lips to Draco's, kissing him with a sort of force. Then he pulled back and stared at his face for a few moments. "So this thing with Fred and George," he said. "Any ... limits?"

Draco thought about it. "This will be your first time with someone besides me," Draco said. "I would like you to set the limits you need to be comfortable."

"Well," Harry said slowly, blushing a little at the first time comment, "I don't know if it has to do with being comfortable, but, I like that you’re the only one that's ever been inside me."

Draco blushed. "Yes, it feels ... special, to me," he answered. "Remember the binding clause around that?"

Harry nodded. "That was quite literal," he said.

"I don't mind fingers but I think yours should be the only cock inside me," Draco whispered.

Harry smiled, delighted that Draco felt the same way he did. He nodded. "I hope Fred and George are willing to bottom," he said. "I don't know if they ever have before."

The idea was startling to Draco and his face flushed bright. He imagined himself fucking one of the twins and closed his eyes, taking a sharp breath. "Merlin," he whispered.

Harry smiled a little, waggling his eyebrows. "Sorry you won't be surprised on your birthday," he said. "I figured this wasn’t the kind of thing to be a surprise. Wouldn't want you to have a heart attack."

"Anticipation will be part of the fun," Draco agreed, smirking and raising his own eyebrows. He opened his mouth to add more when the quiet of the room was shattered by an ear-splitting shriek.

Harry sighed as screeches of the word, "Dada!" were added.

Harry and Draco only sat for a minute before the cries were even louder. "Merlin, she's so impatient," Harry huffed, sliding away from Draco and performing a Cleaning Charm.

Draco winced at the sound but nodded, getting out of bed and reaching for his dressing gown. He knew Harry would need to feed April, which left him to deal with Valen.

Harry kissed Draco quickly before grabbing his dressing gown as well and heading into their children's bedroom.