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Poster Boy
Chapter Number/Total: 14/40
Chapter Title: Poster Boy
Words: 2680 Words
About a day after the unexpectedly progressive meeting with the Minister, which everyone in the house was very pleased with when told about, especially Hermione, a photographer had been sent to the Manor by the Ministry to take shots of Harry for the poster that had been discussed.
Harry was standing off to the side with Draco in one of their sitting rooms while the man set his camera and Lighting Spells up. There was a frown on Harry's face. "I'm going to look like an idiot," he muttered, eyeing the equipment. He'd tried to tame his hair again, and wore casually nice clothes, but he still felt stupid. He also was nervous about the fact that he was starting to show. There was a small bump in his stomach and he very much hoped it wouldn't look like that in the pictures.
Draco grinned and waggled his eyebrows. "Just think like a lion," he said.
Harry snorted. "Yes, because growling at people and threatening to bite them will surely get them to join," he teased. "Not everyone's you, you know." He smirked.
"Thankfully not. I am the lucky one," Draco said, still smiling. "But more people respond to strength than you understand. You are chosen for the poster because, like it or not, you are a hero. So that's what you need to project."
Harry sighed. "Fine then. How should I do it?" he said, turning to face Draco fully and turning a serious, unsmiling face on him. "Like this?" He arched an eyebrow.
Draco smirked. "Raise your wand and imagine you are going to end the war right now with a single spell," he said, his own heart speeding up as he looked at his lover.
Harry thought for a moment, sliding his wand out of his pocket. He raised it, but trying to pretend what Draco had said to pretend was not exactly easy. "I won't look like a prat?" he asked, concentrating on his own face.
Draco smiled. "I have always found it hot when you point a wand at me," he answered.
Harry grinned. "And, once again, not everyone's you, my love." He snorted. "But I'll give it a shot." He held his wand up again and tried to picture Voldemort in front of him, usually a most unpleasant image. He pictured him falling into a heap on the ground and everything that he stood for falling with him.
Harry had nearly forgotten he was trying to pose until he heard several clicks go off and saw bright white lights. He blinked and dropped his arm to his side, looking at the man who had just frantically taken pictures of him.
"Perfection, Mr Potter," he said. "Now if you could just do that same thing over here." He gestured to the big white sheet-looking thing that was suspended with a charm.
Draco chuckled and waggled eyebrows at his lover. He was aroused just watching him.
Harry shrugged, smiling at Draco's look.
He stepped over to the white area. The photographer took out his own wand and Harry found himself suddenly standing in front of what looked very much like a dark back street in Diagon Alley. "Now, go ahead, Mr Potter," he said. "Do that again."
Feeling like a bit of an idiot still, but pushing it aside, Harry raised his wand again and thought of the same thing. He wasn't surprised when the camera started going off again.
Draco grinned, eyes focused on Harry. "Reminds me of a certain duel at Hogwarts," he teased.
Harry looked over at Draco and grinned too.
"At me, Harry. At me," said the photographer. "I think we've got our shot, but I'll take some more to give you a choice."
Harry then turned back, taking the direction to tilt his head slightly, to look more serious, to look less serious, to do some sort of weird crouching thing, and a series of other poses.
Someone wolf-whistled from the door and Harry looked over to see Fred and George standing there, watching with wide grins.
Fred whistled again. "Take it off!" he yelled as George laughed.
Harry rolled his eyes.
Draco blushed, amused to hear the twins - once again - echo what he had been thinking.
The photographer frowned slightly at the interruption and got Harry's attention again. Harry felt like even more of an idiot with Fred and George there, but continued doing what the man told him to.
The twins moved over to Draco, watching Harry with him. "You know, I bet Harry would make a lot of money if he did a topless spread in Witch Weekly," said George in a simple tone, but with a hint of a smirk.
"No," said Harry from where he stood.
Draco blushed so hard his ears turned red and he closed his eyes. He had no idea why that turned him on.
"Yeah, maybe get him wet, pull his trousers down real low - gold," said Fred, exchanging a highly amused glance with his brother.
"Absolute gold," George agreed.
Sometimes Draco wondered what Fred and George had done for amusement before they'd discovered they could tease him like this. The problem was he could imagine it and gold didn't cover it. He sighed.
Both twins laughed.
"All right, Mr Potter, I think we've got it." The photographer lowered his camera and Harry quickly stood up straight. "What are you two saying?" he asked Fred and George, looking at Draco's face.
"Nothing really," said George, grinning a bit.
"Right," said Harry, raising an eyebrow.
"Done?" Draco asked, distracted enough to have missed what the photographer said.
"Yeah," Harry replied, stepping over.
"No Witch Weekly then, Harry?" George asked.
"No," Harry said again. "I'd rather not have a bunch of people staring at me without my shirt on. I'm content without all that."
"Aww, but you could be denying thousands of people quality wanking material!" said Fred, a pitiful frown on his face, but he was still unable to hide his grin.
"You're a git," said Harry with another eye-roll.
Draco was very glad he had arranged with the Ministry that they be given copies of any photos taken. Even with Harry in his bed, he loved the idea of having the photos too.
Fred laughed. "Can't wait to see how the pictures come out," he said, pulling his wand quickly and doing one of Harry's poses, although quite a bit exaggerated.
"Yeah, it'll be brilliant," said George. "We'll hang them all over the shop. Any idea what the slogan will be?"
Harry shrugged.
The twins grinned again. "Oh, we can help," said George.
Harry raised his eyebrows. "Yes, I'm sure you can," he said sarcastically. "I'd rather the poster not say something along the lines of: Harry Potter wants you to get your wand up."
Fred and George laughed loudly. "That's actually a pretty good one. I'm impressed," said Fred.
Draco's wand was definitely responding. His face was still red and he was breathing a bit ragged. Thanks to their banter, his own mind was supplying increasingly lewd phrases.
"Yes," said George, "or: Ram them hard, like Harry Potter."
"Or: Harry can take it; can you?"
Harry shook his head.
"Or how about: Take Draco away before he explodes?" said Fred, laughing yet again.
It was pretty on target. Draco was having that combination of arousal and embarrassment that had vexed him during school, and of which the twins never seemed to tire.
Harry huffed. "How about: Fred and George leave the room." He raised an eyebrow.
"You don't know how to have fun," George teased, leaving the room with a slap on Harry's shoulder and a wink. Fred followed after him, still chuckling.
During the conversation, the photographer had been packing away his things, shrinking them to fit in a single case. "I'll let you know when the photos are ready, Mr. Potter," he said, seemingly wishing to leave.
"Oh," said Harry, having nearly forgotten him. "Okay. Would you like me to show you out?"
"I remember the way. Good day." He nodded to both Harry and Draco, exiting at a brisk walk.
"I believe we scared him away," Harry remarked lightly, staring after him.
Draco had been staring at his hands in his own lap. He nodded and then looked up, his desire shining in his eyes.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "So, did I look good?" he asked slyly.
"I'd volunteer," Draco said in a husky voice.
"I believe you'd be volunteering for something completely different," Harry said, sliding onto the couch with Draco.
Draco swallowed thickly, his heart speeding up as his lover got closer.
Harry brought his lips slowly to Draco's. "About that duel," he whispered. "Did you know that was the first time anyone had ever heard me speak Parseltongue? And you brought it out." He hissed quietly, flicking his tongue against Draco's lips and smiling.
That elicited a moan from his lover. "Yes," Draco said. "Nearly came on the spot."
"Mmm," Harry hummed. "That is so fucking hot."
"It was; you are," Draco whispered against his lips.
Harry kissed Draco again, pushing him back gently.
Draco slid back so that he lay under Harry on the sofa, his eyes never leaving his lover's as he kissed him passionately.
Harry moved a hand under Draco's shirt, pushing it up to pull on one of his nipples.
Draco recovered enough then to grab his wand and use it to close and lock the sitting room doors. He gasped at Harry's touch.
"I wish there were ten of me just so I could do everything I want to do to you all at once," Harry whispered, removing Draco's shirt with the spell. He laid a gentle kiss to the bite mark on his shoulder.
The mark was sore and Harry's lips on it brought the memory of the biting right up, making him moan anew and thrust his hips upwards.
Harry gasped as Draco moved against his cock. He pressed down against him, nudging his legs to open more with one of his knees.
Draco complied easily, hooking one leg up on the back of the couch and dropping the other over the side, spread as open as the too-tight trousers allowed.
Harry groaned at Draco's position. It reminded him of the car trip. He removed both their clothes with the spell, sliding his hands over Draco's skin reverently, touching the other exposed bite marks with very gentle fingers.
Draco shuddered when Harry's magic swept their clothes away. Even expecting it, it was thrilling. He moaned and sighed as Harry touched him. He was gripping the sofa cushion with his silver hand and he reached to touch Harry with his right.
Harry bent down again to kiss, sliding his tongue into Draco's mouth. His fingers took the same path his mouth had and he slicked them before slowly pushing one inside. "You're so perfect," he whispered. "So perfect."
"Yours, my hero," Draco answered. "I think the twins are right."
Harry kissed Draco again before pulling back just enough to look at him. "About what?" he asked, slipping another finger inside and biting his lip.
He gasped at Harry's fingers before saying, "I would have used those pictures to wank."
Harry groaned again, his cock hardening even further. "Maybe we should get a camera," he said, panting.
Draco laughed. "I would have pasted them up on the underside of my bed," he laughed. "Like I did with ...." he stopped, chuckling then.
Harry stilled completely. "What?" he said, body practically trembling with lust.
Draco moaned, partly with frustration at Harry for stopping, and partly with excitement because he knew why he'd stopped. He had found another memory he hadn't shared with his husband. "What?" he asked, pretending not to know.
Harry stared at Draco with slightly wide eyes. "What did you paste up on the underside of your bed?" he asked breathlessly. He licked his lips, his cock throbbing as he waited for the answer.
"You can't guess?" Draco smirked and then reached to wrap silver fingers around his own aching cock.
Harry groaned, grasping Draco's wrist to stop him. "I want you to tell me, you tease," he said, still panting.
Draco arched an eyebrow. "Look who is teasing," he said. "Weren't you about to fuck me?"
"I am going to fuck you," Harry said. "As soon as you tell me. Please." Then he added, "I'm so fucking hard right now just thinking about what you could say."
"I have a collection," Draco admitted, actually blushing.,"of clippings from the Daily Prophet."
"About me?" Harry breathed, holding in yet another groan.
"Of course." Draco smiled. "The Triwizard coverage. Everything ever written about you. I even have that interview you gave the Quibbler."
Harry let out a bit of a strange laugh, as he was still very highly aroused. "Even the bad stuff?"
"Everything." Draco grinned. "Now fuck me and I will show you it later."
"I don't need to be told twice," Harry said, his voice raspy. He pulled his fingers out and slid his cock in, his eyes barely open as he watched Draco beneath him.
The sudden switch had Draco crying out with surprise and pleasure as he arched up into the thrust.
"Fuck," Harry hissed, reaching to wrap Draco's leg around him so he could hold onto it.
"Use Parseltongue," Draco encouraged, wrapping his legs around Harry.
Harry bent down, licking at Draco's ear slowly as he pumped his hips. "I know you like this," he hissed. "It's so fucking hot that you do. I wonder what it is about it? No matter. It makes me want to fuck you all fucking day long."
The strange hisses sent shivers down Draco's spine and he moaned. "Yess," he answered, not caring what Harry actually said.
Harry slid his tongue over Draco's ear again. "Sometimes I wish the twins would catch us, just to see what you would do." Harry blushed at that, and was glad Draco couldn't actually see it. "Their teasing does this to you every time, and, Merlin, it's impossibly hot.”
Harry's tongue, his voice, and his breath on Draco's ear made him shudder. "Oh, yes, please," he begged.
"Fuck," Harry said in English, getting closer. "What would you do if I told you that even?" he continued in Parseltongue. "You would probably get that blush all over again." He groaned, moving his lips to Draco's.
Draco was gripping both of Harry's shoulders and arching up into each thrust, the sibilant sounds twisting with Harry's magic to caress him.
“When you blush like that you look like you do when you're about to come and, fuck Draco, you make me crazy." He cried out then, coming inside his husband.
Draco cried out with him, hands clenching on Harry's shoulders and legs tightening as his come coated their bellies.
Harry panted against Draco's lips, his eyes closed as he held him.
Draco's breathing was ragged and he was trembling with the magic that still pulsed between them. "Yes," he whispered.
Harry kissed him softly, reaching his hand up to stroke Draco's hair.
"So, add photo sessions to the list of things that turn us on?" Draco chuckled, arms slipping about his husband's neck.
Harry smiled. "I think anything will turn us on," he said with a small laugh.
"You have always been my kink, Harry." Draco smiled softly. Then the blond reached a hand between them, resting it on the small swell of Harry's belly pressed to his own.
Harry smiled again at Draco's touch, looking lovingly into his eyes, and of course, at that moment, a voice came floating through the doors, full of laughter.
"Merlin! You blokes are bloody loud!"
Harry blushed heavily. It was one of the twins and right away he thought about what he had said to Draco in Parseltongue.
Draco did blush again, so much that not only were his ears pink, so was his neck.
Harry sighed. "I suppose it is our own fault," he said with a bit of a groan, letting his head fall to Draco's shoulder and smiling at his flushed face.
"Yes," Draco agreed, pressing the side of his face to Harry's head. "Maybe we should go to our room?"
"I suppose," Harry answered, pulling out of Draco with one last kiss.
"I can show you my scrapbook," Draco teased with an eyebrow waggle.
Chapter Title: Poster Boy
Words: 2680 Words
About a day after the unexpectedly progressive meeting with the Minister, which everyone in the house was very pleased with when told about, especially Hermione, a photographer had been sent to the Manor by the Ministry to take shots of Harry for the poster that had been discussed.
Harry was standing off to the side with Draco in one of their sitting rooms while the man set his camera and Lighting Spells up. There was a frown on Harry's face. "I'm going to look like an idiot," he muttered, eyeing the equipment. He'd tried to tame his hair again, and wore casually nice clothes, but he still felt stupid. He also was nervous about the fact that he was starting to show. There was a small bump in his stomach and he very much hoped it wouldn't look like that in the pictures.
Draco grinned and waggled his eyebrows. "Just think like a lion," he said.
Harry snorted. "Yes, because growling at people and threatening to bite them will surely get them to join," he teased. "Not everyone's you, you know." He smirked.
"Thankfully not. I am the lucky one," Draco said, still smiling. "But more people respond to strength than you understand. You are chosen for the poster because, like it or not, you are a hero. So that's what you need to project."
Harry sighed. "Fine then. How should I do it?" he said, turning to face Draco fully and turning a serious, unsmiling face on him. "Like this?" He arched an eyebrow.
Draco smirked. "Raise your wand and imagine you are going to end the war right now with a single spell," he said, his own heart speeding up as he looked at his lover.
Harry thought for a moment, sliding his wand out of his pocket. He raised it, but trying to pretend what Draco had said to pretend was not exactly easy. "I won't look like a prat?" he asked, concentrating on his own face.
Draco smiled. "I have always found it hot when you point a wand at me," he answered.
Harry grinned. "And, once again, not everyone's you, my love." He snorted. "But I'll give it a shot." He held his wand up again and tried to picture Voldemort in front of him, usually a most unpleasant image. He pictured him falling into a heap on the ground and everything that he stood for falling with him.
Harry had nearly forgotten he was trying to pose until he heard several clicks go off and saw bright white lights. He blinked and dropped his arm to his side, looking at the man who had just frantically taken pictures of him.
"Perfection, Mr Potter," he said. "Now if you could just do that same thing over here." He gestured to the big white sheet-looking thing that was suspended with a charm.
Draco chuckled and waggled eyebrows at his lover. He was aroused just watching him.
Harry shrugged, smiling at Draco's look.
He stepped over to the white area. The photographer took out his own wand and Harry found himself suddenly standing in front of what looked very much like a dark back street in Diagon Alley. "Now, go ahead, Mr Potter," he said. "Do that again."
Feeling like a bit of an idiot still, but pushing it aside, Harry raised his wand again and thought of the same thing. He wasn't surprised when the camera started going off again.
Draco grinned, eyes focused on Harry. "Reminds me of a certain duel at Hogwarts," he teased.
Harry looked over at Draco and grinned too.
"At me, Harry. At me," said the photographer. "I think we've got our shot, but I'll take some more to give you a choice."
Harry then turned back, taking the direction to tilt his head slightly, to look more serious, to look less serious, to do some sort of weird crouching thing, and a series of other poses.
Someone wolf-whistled from the door and Harry looked over to see Fred and George standing there, watching with wide grins.
Fred whistled again. "Take it off!" he yelled as George laughed.
Harry rolled his eyes.
Draco blushed, amused to hear the twins - once again - echo what he had been thinking.
The photographer frowned slightly at the interruption and got Harry's attention again. Harry felt like even more of an idiot with Fred and George there, but continued doing what the man told him to.
The twins moved over to Draco, watching Harry with him. "You know, I bet Harry would make a lot of money if he did a topless spread in Witch Weekly," said George in a simple tone, but with a hint of a smirk.
"No," said Harry from where he stood.
Draco blushed so hard his ears turned red and he closed his eyes. He had no idea why that turned him on.
"Yeah, maybe get him wet, pull his trousers down real low - gold," said Fred, exchanging a highly amused glance with his brother.
"Absolute gold," George agreed.
Sometimes Draco wondered what Fred and George had done for amusement before they'd discovered they could tease him like this. The problem was he could imagine it and gold didn't cover it. He sighed.
Both twins laughed.
"All right, Mr Potter, I think we've got it." The photographer lowered his camera and Harry quickly stood up straight. "What are you two saying?" he asked Fred and George, looking at Draco's face.
"Nothing really," said George, grinning a bit.
"Right," said Harry, raising an eyebrow.
"Done?" Draco asked, distracted enough to have missed what the photographer said.
"Yeah," Harry replied, stepping over.
"No Witch Weekly then, Harry?" George asked.
"No," Harry said again. "I'd rather not have a bunch of people staring at me without my shirt on. I'm content without all that."
"Aww, but you could be denying thousands of people quality wanking material!" said Fred, a pitiful frown on his face, but he was still unable to hide his grin.
"You're a git," said Harry with another eye-roll.
Draco was very glad he had arranged with the Ministry that they be given copies of any photos taken. Even with Harry in his bed, he loved the idea of having the photos too.
Fred laughed. "Can't wait to see how the pictures come out," he said, pulling his wand quickly and doing one of Harry's poses, although quite a bit exaggerated.
"Yeah, it'll be brilliant," said George. "We'll hang them all over the shop. Any idea what the slogan will be?"
Harry shrugged.
The twins grinned again. "Oh, we can help," said George.
Harry raised his eyebrows. "Yes, I'm sure you can," he said sarcastically. "I'd rather the poster not say something along the lines of: Harry Potter wants you to get your wand up."
Fred and George laughed loudly. "That's actually a pretty good one. I'm impressed," said Fred.
Draco's wand was definitely responding. His face was still red and he was breathing a bit ragged. Thanks to their banter, his own mind was supplying increasingly lewd phrases.
"Yes," said George, "or: Ram them hard, like Harry Potter."
"Or: Harry can take it; can you?"
Harry shook his head.
"Or how about: Take Draco away before he explodes?" said Fred, laughing yet again.
It was pretty on target. Draco was having that combination of arousal and embarrassment that had vexed him during school, and of which the twins never seemed to tire.
Harry huffed. "How about: Fred and George leave the room." He raised an eyebrow.
"You don't know how to have fun," George teased, leaving the room with a slap on Harry's shoulder and a wink. Fred followed after him, still chuckling.
During the conversation, the photographer had been packing away his things, shrinking them to fit in a single case. "I'll let you know when the photos are ready, Mr. Potter," he said, seemingly wishing to leave.
"Oh," said Harry, having nearly forgotten him. "Okay. Would you like me to show you out?"
"I remember the way. Good day." He nodded to both Harry and Draco, exiting at a brisk walk.
"I believe we scared him away," Harry remarked lightly, staring after him.
Draco had been staring at his hands in his own lap. He nodded and then looked up, his desire shining in his eyes.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "So, did I look good?" he asked slyly.
"I'd volunteer," Draco said in a husky voice.
"I believe you'd be volunteering for something completely different," Harry said, sliding onto the couch with Draco.
Draco swallowed thickly, his heart speeding up as his lover got closer.
Harry brought his lips slowly to Draco's. "About that duel," he whispered. "Did you know that was the first time anyone had ever heard me speak Parseltongue? And you brought it out." He hissed quietly, flicking his tongue against Draco's lips and smiling.
That elicited a moan from his lover. "Yes," Draco said. "Nearly came on the spot."
"Mmm," Harry hummed. "That is so fucking hot."
"It was; you are," Draco whispered against his lips.
Harry kissed Draco again, pushing him back gently.
Draco slid back so that he lay under Harry on the sofa, his eyes never leaving his lover's as he kissed him passionately.
Harry moved a hand under Draco's shirt, pushing it up to pull on one of his nipples.
Draco recovered enough then to grab his wand and use it to close and lock the sitting room doors. He gasped at Harry's touch.
"I wish there were ten of me just so I could do everything I want to do to you all at once," Harry whispered, removing Draco's shirt with the spell. He laid a gentle kiss to the bite mark on his shoulder.
The mark was sore and Harry's lips on it brought the memory of the biting right up, making him moan anew and thrust his hips upwards.
Harry gasped as Draco moved against his cock. He pressed down against him, nudging his legs to open more with one of his knees.
Draco complied easily, hooking one leg up on the back of the couch and dropping the other over the side, spread as open as the too-tight trousers allowed.
Harry groaned at Draco's position. It reminded him of the car trip. He removed both their clothes with the spell, sliding his hands over Draco's skin reverently, touching the other exposed bite marks with very gentle fingers.
Draco shuddered when Harry's magic swept their clothes away. Even expecting it, it was thrilling. He moaned and sighed as Harry touched him. He was gripping the sofa cushion with his silver hand and he reached to touch Harry with his right.
Harry bent down again to kiss, sliding his tongue into Draco's mouth. His fingers took the same path his mouth had and he slicked them before slowly pushing one inside. "You're so perfect," he whispered. "So perfect."
"Yours, my hero," Draco answered. "I think the twins are right."
Harry kissed Draco again before pulling back just enough to look at him. "About what?" he asked, slipping another finger inside and biting his lip.
He gasped at Harry's fingers before saying, "I would have used those pictures to wank."
Harry groaned again, his cock hardening even further. "Maybe we should get a camera," he said, panting.
Draco laughed. "I would have pasted them up on the underside of my bed," he laughed. "Like I did with ...." he stopped, chuckling then.
Harry stilled completely. "What?" he said, body practically trembling with lust.
Draco moaned, partly with frustration at Harry for stopping, and partly with excitement because he knew why he'd stopped. He had found another memory he hadn't shared with his husband. "What?" he asked, pretending not to know.
Harry stared at Draco with slightly wide eyes. "What did you paste up on the underside of your bed?" he asked breathlessly. He licked his lips, his cock throbbing as he waited for the answer.
"You can't guess?" Draco smirked and then reached to wrap silver fingers around his own aching cock.
Harry groaned, grasping Draco's wrist to stop him. "I want you to tell me, you tease," he said, still panting.
Draco arched an eyebrow. "Look who is teasing," he said. "Weren't you about to fuck me?"
"I am going to fuck you," Harry said. "As soon as you tell me. Please." Then he added, "I'm so fucking hard right now just thinking about what you could say."
"I have a collection," Draco admitted, actually blushing.,"of clippings from the Daily Prophet."
"About me?" Harry breathed, holding in yet another groan.
"Of course." Draco smiled. "The Triwizard coverage. Everything ever written about you. I even have that interview you gave the Quibbler."
Harry let out a bit of a strange laugh, as he was still very highly aroused. "Even the bad stuff?"
"Everything." Draco grinned. "Now fuck me and I will show you it later."
"I don't need to be told twice," Harry said, his voice raspy. He pulled his fingers out and slid his cock in, his eyes barely open as he watched Draco beneath him.
The sudden switch had Draco crying out with surprise and pleasure as he arched up into the thrust.
"Fuck," Harry hissed, reaching to wrap Draco's leg around him so he could hold onto it.
"Use Parseltongue," Draco encouraged, wrapping his legs around Harry.
Harry bent down, licking at Draco's ear slowly as he pumped his hips. "I know you like this," he hissed. "It's so fucking hot that you do. I wonder what it is about it? No matter. It makes me want to fuck you all fucking day long."
The strange hisses sent shivers down Draco's spine and he moaned. "Yess," he answered, not caring what Harry actually said.
Harry slid his tongue over Draco's ear again. "Sometimes I wish the twins would catch us, just to see what you would do." Harry blushed at that, and was glad Draco couldn't actually see it. "Their teasing does this to you every time, and, Merlin, it's impossibly hot.”
Harry's tongue, his voice, and his breath on Draco's ear made him shudder. "Oh, yes, please," he begged.
"Fuck," Harry said in English, getting closer. "What would you do if I told you that even?" he continued in Parseltongue. "You would probably get that blush all over again." He groaned, moving his lips to Draco's.
Draco was gripping both of Harry's shoulders and arching up into each thrust, the sibilant sounds twisting with Harry's magic to caress him.
“When you blush like that you look like you do when you're about to come and, fuck Draco, you make me crazy." He cried out then, coming inside his husband.
Draco cried out with him, hands clenching on Harry's shoulders and legs tightening as his come coated their bellies.
Harry panted against Draco's lips, his eyes closed as he held him.
Draco's breathing was ragged and he was trembling with the magic that still pulsed between them. "Yes," he whispered.
Harry kissed him softly, reaching his hand up to stroke Draco's hair.
"So, add photo sessions to the list of things that turn us on?" Draco chuckled, arms slipping about his husband's neck.
Harry smiled. "I think anything will turn us on," he said with a small laugh.
"You have always been my kink, Harry." Draco smiled softly. Then the blond reached a hand between them, resting it on the small swell of Harry's belly pressed to his own.
Harry smiled again at Draco's touch, looking lovingly into his eyes, and of course, at that moment, a voice came floating through the doors, full of laughter.
"Merlin! You blokes are bloody loud!"
Harry blushed heavily. It was one of the twins and right away he thought about what he had said to Draco in Parseltongue.
Draco did blush again, so much that not only were his ears pink, so was his neck.
Harry sighed. "I suppose it is our own fault," he said with a bit of a groan, letting his head fall to Draco's shoulder and smiling at his flushed face.
"Yes," Draco agreed, pressing the side of his face to Harry's head. "Maybe we should go to our room?"
"I suppose," Harry answered, pulling out of Draco with one last kiss.
"I can show you my scrapbook," Draco teased with an eyebrow waggle.