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Chapter Number/Total: 15/32
Chapter Title: Watched
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Harry awoke that morning just as paranoid as he had been the previous night, although he was determined not to show it and thought he was doing a pretty good job of it. He hadn't left Valen with anyone alone and no one was permitted to hold him unless he was in very close distance, but he wasn't obvious about it. He probably wouldn't have even come downstairs if he hadn't been trying to behave normally, but he'd had to so that he wouldn't arouse suspicion. Harry was very glad when he was able to sneak back upstairs with Draco to feed the baby, and wondered how long they would be able to stay in their suite before everyone wanted to know why they weren't coming back down.
He was sitting on the bed feeding Valen now and staring at Draco.
Draco was worried about Harry. His husband was doing his best to hide it, but his fear was seriously affecting his behaviour. It reminded Draco of the days before that night on the tower at Hogwarts. At least, here, in their room, he seemed to relax some.
"You doing okay with this?" Harry asked quietly.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "With what?" he asked from his place on the bed, watching.
"What do you mean with what?" Harry said, raising an eyebrow. "What do you think I mean?"
"With the fact that someone in our household is probably a spy for the Dark Lord?" Draco asked and then gave derisive snort. "I'm a Slytherin," he said.
Harry frowned slightly. "What's that have to do with anything?" he asked.
"What do you think it means, Harry?" Draco sighed.
Harry sighed too. "That you're used to this?" he said.
"I was raised by Lucius Malfoy," Draco reminded him unnecessarily. "I lived in the Slytherin dorms where there were constantly shifting alliances."
"I know," Harry said, "but this is our family." He sighed again. "I ... I keep wondering why he didn't just have whoever it is kill me. It would have been so easy. Wouldn't that make the most sense?"
Draco frowned, thinking about that. Harry actually had a point there.
"He probably wants me for himself," Harry said bitterly.
Draco was still thinking about it. "Maybe whoever it is does not have the ability to kill you," he suggested, eyebrows still furrowed as he thought through different possibilities.
"Well of course they have the ability," said Harry. "Why would they not?"
Draco actually almost laughed at that. He rolled his eyes. "You have proven yourself to be very difficult to kill," he pointed out.
"With a great deal of luck," Harry replied. "I'm not immune to the Killing Curse or any other means of demise."
"Yes, luck ...." Draco said thoughtfully. "But is it luck?" he asked.
"Seems like it to me," said Harry. "There's always been some sort of fluke thing if I'm recalling correctly, and I'm fairly certain that I am."
"Fluke?" Draco said, "You were hit with the Killing Curse by one of the most powerful wizards known and lived. At age fourteen, you fought him in the graveyard and lived. Is that a fluke?"
"My mother saved me or I wouldn't have lived, and in the graveyard we both happened to throw a spell at the same time and our wands connected. I didn't do any of that," Harry replied.
"Wandless magic, accidental bindings," Draco listed, "as well as being a man who has had a baby and feeds that child from his own body. Fluke?"
Harry sighed. "Luck, then," he said. "Or maybe I'm just very odd."
"Powerful and unpredictable magic," Draco said. "I am not saying you can't be killed. But things have a way of going sideways where you are concerned."
"I guess," said Harry with a shrug, which annoyed Valen who was still drinking. "Sorry, love," Harry told him, smiling gently.
"And we have been more careful than you realise," Draco said. "When are you ever alone?"
Harry looked up again. "Never," he said. "No one's ever let me be alone, not even when I thought I was. And I'm pretty sure Dumbledore followed me around throughout the entirety of first year."
Draco blushed and averted his eyes for a minute.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "What?" he said.
"Is he done?" Draco asked, indicating the infant who appeared to have fallen asleep.
Harry looked down but then right back up. "Yes, but are you trying to change the subject?"
"Put him in the cot and I'll tell you," Draco said quietly.
Looking at Draco curiously, Harry carefully moved with their son and placed him gently in his little bed. He looked back at Draco, face questioning.
Draco rolled onto his back, looking up at the "H" carved on the canopy beam. He sighed.
Harry scooted close to Draco and then lay down on his back beside him, pressed arm to arm.
"He caught me once," Draco whispered.
Harry raised an eyebrow again. "Dumbledore?" he asked.
"Yes," the blond answered, huffing.
"What were you doing?" Harry prodded further.
"Following you," Draco whispered.
"In first year?" Harry asked.
Draco nodded, smiling softly. "Couldn't help myself," he said.
Harry smiled too, highly intrigued as always. "When? What was I doing?"
"Which time?" Draco nearly laughed.
"I thought you said he only caught you once," Harry said, eyebrows high on his forehead.
"He saw me other times," Draco said.
Harry grinned widely. "What on earth was so interesting about eleven-year-old me?"
Draco blushed. "You know that already," he said. "You just want to hear it again."
Harry snorted, kissing Draco on the cheek. "You delight me," he said.
"I always wondered why he didn't stop me," Draco said. "It wasn't until we went back in time that I understood."
Harry smiled and nodded. "It probably made him laugh."
"Here I was, thinking I had him fooled into thinking I hated you," Draco said, shaking his head, "and all along, he knew."
"You certainly fooled me," said Harry.
"I fooled me sometimes," Draco said, laughing. "I think it did make me a bit crazy."
"Judging from a lot of the stuff you did," said Harry, kissing Draco's cheek again, "I'd agree." He smiled, lying back again and thinking. "I don't know why this suddenly popped into my head, but what did you think when you saw me sitting in the top box with you at the Quidditch World Cup?"
"Oh, merde'," Draco hissed, blushing furiously.
Very highly interested in this reaction, Harry turned so that he could look at Draco. "What?" he said, grinning very widely.
"I was excited, afraid, angry and thrilled," Draco said breathlessly, his pulse speeding up.
"Why?" Harry asked, wondering how Draco would have gotten all that simply from Harry sitting with him in the top box.
"Oh, Gods," Draco moaned, remembering. "Do you have any idea how difficult it was not to show all that?"
"You hid it well," said Harry. "All you did was throw me a dirty look."
"Looks," Draco said. "As many as I could manage without Father figuring it out."
Harry made a face at that but also smiled at Draco's words. He thought some more about that day and what had happened, and laughed. "I never looked back around," he said, "but did the Veelas affect you? I know I started to climb out of the box to jump."
"I don't think I was paying any attention to them," Draco said, laughing again. "But I did notice when you got up."
Harry snorted. "You must've thought I was an idiot. I didn't mean to get up, I just - did."
"You bent over the rail," Draco said, blushing.
Harry smirked. "Were you checking my arse out?" he said.
Draco nodded, ears colouring again. "I was so worried someone would expect me to stand then."
"Well, I suppose it would have been a bit odd for a fourteen-year-old boy not to stand for Veela," said Harry.
"I suppose no one would have known that my condition was your fault," Draco said. "But I was so worked up about it that I wasn't really thinking clearly."
Harry suddenly realised what Draco meant. "I made you hard?" he asked, unable to keep the smile off his face.
"Harry," Draco complained, "I'm hard now just remembering it."
Harry smirked again. "I love doing that to you," he said.
"Pervert," Draco teased, trembling as he lay there, still clothed and very aroused.
"You know it better than any, my love," Harry said, and paused for a bit, biting his lip. "Speaking of ..." he said slowly. He sighed. "Eh, never mind," he said.
"Oh, you don't get away with that." Draco huffed. "Not after getting me to admit what I did."
"Well, it's really not that big a thing, and sort of stupid, and you'd probably think I was a prat," said Harry, colouring very slightly himself now.
"Spill it, Potter," Draco said amusedly, turning his head to look at him.
Harry huffed. "Well ..." he said very slowly, stalling. "I saw Fleur putting on eyeliner the other day ...."
Draco raised an eyebrow, not sure if he should be jealous, but waiting to hear what Harry had to say.
"And ..." Harry continued, "Iwonderedwhatyouwouldlooklikeinit," he said in a rush.
"In make-up?" Draco asked, both eyebrows raised.
Harry flushed deeply. "Well not make-up make-up ... I don't want you to look like a girl. Just eyeliner. Told you it was stupid."
Draco was thinking about it. "And the idea turned you on?" he asked.
"Well ... perhaps a bit," Harry said quietly. "I was just a little curious is all. But it's stupid. You don't have to do it."
"You are a strange man, Harry Potter," Draco said, his own erection now painful in his trousers, he reached his hand down to rub himself.
Harry snorted. "At least my strangeness doesn't hinder this," he said, reaching his hand down and gently moving Draco's away as he began to rub the blond's cock himself.
"No, definitely doesn't ... hinder," Draco gasped, head falling back on the bed and hips arching into Harry's touch.
Harry pressed his hand firmer to Draco's crotch, the hardness there making his mouth water and his own cock fill. He licked his lips at the way Draco looked.
"Oh, Gods." Draco trembled, watching Harry's face and wanting more, but wanting his partner to decide what.
Harry smirked slightly and moved so that his cheek slid against Draco's. "If I'd known you were hard for me at the World Cup, maybe I would have done this," he whispered into Draco's ear.
The blond groaned, imagining it. "Yes," he whispered, "tell me, show me."
"Somehow, we could've snuck away," Harry continued, his hand still moving. "Could've hidden under the stands with everyone above us watching the game. Would you have liked that, Draco?"
"Yes, please," Draco moaned, closing his eyes to picture it clearly.
Harry breathed hotly over Draco's ear, nipping at the lobe a bit. "I would've kissed you," he whispered, "so sweetly at first, but if I felt your cock, that would have been the end for me - or perhaps for you. I would've tried to eat you alive."
Draco trembled, seeing in his mind a younger Harry kissing him and then pushing him against one of the stadium supports.
"I would've slid my hand down your trousers, the crowd roaring, but I wouldn't have heard it. I would've been too preoccupied with your hot mouth and your thick cock." As Harry said this, he slid his hand into Draco's trousers really grasping his erection.
"Harry, yes," Draco gasped again.
Harry was panting quietly now, the vision in his mind hotter than hell. "You would have loved it," he whispered, stroking Draco slowly. "You would've been gasping and panting my name and arching into my hand."
"Yes, wanting you," Draco said, "touching you."
"Yes," Harry agreed, eyelids fluttering. "And you would have begged me to let you come, to never stop."
"Touch me, suck me, Potter," Draco moaned. "Yes!"
"Oh, fuck, and if you would've said that I would've dropped to my knees right there," Harry gasped, his hand tightening on Draco's cock a bit as he wondered if the blond would last long enough for him to suck him off right now.
Draco reached his hand up into Harry's hair and gently pushed. "Suck me, Potter," he said again.
Harry moaned and moved quickly at Draco's urging, pulling Draco's trousers down his thighs and freeing his cock. He went at it immediately, much better than any fourteen-year-old would be, but he was sure Draco didn't mind.
"Oh, Gods, yes," Draco cried out as Harry's mouth took him inside. "Your mouth is fantastic," he told the man in his bed and the boy in his fantasy.
"Mmmm," Harry groaned, his eyes closed as he sucked and remembered what Draco had looked like at fourteen. His hair had been shorter, his body had been shorter too and a bit skinnier, but the long legs were still the same, the smooth white skin, the perfect lips, those grey eyes and his amazingly wonderful, gorgeous cock.
"Gods, Potter," Draco said, pulling his thick hair. "On your knees and sucking my cock!"
Harry felt like he was going to come in his trousers. He was amazed when he could actually see fourteen-year-old Draco saying that in his mind, thrusting into his mouth. He could see himself, on his knees in the grass, treating Draco how he should've always treated him and absolutely fucking getting off on it like he had with nothing before.
"Yes, suck it," Draco whispered. "You love sucking my cock, don't you?" He felt his body tensing and knew he would come soon. He tightened his grip in that dark hair.
"Mmm, fuck yes," Harry said, pulling back for only a moment. He kept his eyes closed and the vision alive, bobbing his head over Draco's erection.
"Going to come in that gorgeous mouth," Draco told him, trembling on the verge of his orgasm.
Harry groaned one last time, sucking powerfully on Draco's cock, hoping to push him over the edge.
Draco arched, coming into that amazing warmth, trembling and crying as he did.
Harry pulled back a bit and swallowed as Draco came. Then he pulled back completely and sat up, spitting some of Draco's come into his hand and shoving it into his trousers to finish himself off.
Draco opened his eyes, still panting as he looked up at his husband. "Pull it out," he said. "I want to watch."
Harry was flushed and panting as he did as Draco asked, surprised that him simply asking hadn't made him come. His hand flew over his cock, the heat pooling in his lower abdomen and rushing through his cock, his legs muscles twitching. He was getting closer, closer, so fucking close.
"So fucking hot," Draco said, unable to take his eyes off of Harry.
Harry threw his head back, his hand tightening as he shot come over himself and the bed, groaning loudly.
Draco reached up and pulled Harry down on top of him, his mouth closing on his husband's.
Chapter Title: Watched
Words: 2588 Words
Harry awoke that morning just as paranoid as he had been the previous night, although he was determined not to show it and thought he was doing a pretty good job of it. He hadn't left Valen with anyone alone and no one was permitted to hold him unless he was in very close distance, but he wasn't obvious about it. He probably wouldn't have even come downstairs if he hadn't been trying to behave normally, but he'd had to so that he wouldn't arouse suspicion. Harry was very glad when he was able to sneak back upstairs with Draco to feed the baby, and wondered how long they would be able to stay in their suite before everyone wanted to know why they weren't coming back down.
He was sitting on the bed feeding Valen now and staring at Draco.
Draco was worried about Harry. His husband was doing his best to hide it, but his fear was seriously affecting his behaviour. It reminded Draco of the days before that night on the tower at Hogwarts. At least, here, in their room, he seemed to relax some.
"You doing okay with this?" Harry asked quietly.
Draco raised an eyebrow. "With what?" he asked from his place on the bed, watching.
"What do you mean with what?" Harry said, raising an eyebrow. "What do you think I mean?"
"With the fact that someone in our household is probably a spy for the Dark Lord?" Draco asked and then gave derisive snort. "I'm a Slytherin," he said.
Harry frowned slightly. "What's that have to do with anything?" he asked.
"What do you think it means, Harry?" Draco sighed.
Harry sighed too. "That you're used to this?" he said.
"I was raised by Lucius Malfoy," Draco reminded him unnecessarily. "I lived in the Slytherin dorms where there were constantly shifting alliances."
"I know," Harry said, "but this is our family." He sighed again. "I ... I keep wondering why he didn't just have whoever it is kill me. It would have been so easy. Wouldn't that make the most sense?"
Draco frowned, thinking about that. Harry actually had a point there.
"He probably wants me for himself," Harry said bitterly.
Draco was still thinking about it. "Maybe whoever it is does not have the ability to kill you," he suggested, eyebrows still furrowed as he thought through different possibilities.
"Well of course they have the ability," said Harry. "Why would they not?"
Draco actually almost laughed at that. He rolled his eyes. "You have proven yourself to be very difficult to kill," he pointed out.
"With a great deal of luck," Harry replied. "I'm not immune to the Killing Curse or any other means of demise."
"Yes, luck ...." Draco said thoughtfully. "But is it luck?" he asked.
"Seems like it to me," said Harry. "There's always been some sort of fluke thing if I'm recalling correctly, and I'm fairly certain that I am."
"Fluke?" Draco said, "You were hit with the Killing Curse by one of the most powerful wizards known and lived. At age fourteen, you fought him in the graveyard and lived. Is that a fluke?"
"My mother saved me or I wouldn't have lived, and in the graveyard we both happened to throw a spell at the same time and our wands connected. I didn't do any of that," Harry replied.
"Wandless magic, accidental bindings," Draco listed, "as well as being a man who has had a baby and feeds that child from his own body. Fluke?"
Harry sighed. "Luck, then," he said. "Or maybe I'm just very odd."
"Powerful and unpredictable magic," Draco said. "I am not saying you can't be killed. But things have a way of going sideways where you are concerned."
"I guess," said Harry with a shrug, which annoyed Valen who was still drinking. "Sorry, love," Harry told him, smiling gently.
"And we have been more careful than you realise," Draco said. "When are you ever alone?"
Harry looked up again. "Never," he said. "No one's ever let me be alone, not even when I thought I was. And I'm pretty sure Dumbledore followed me around throughout the entirety of first year."
Draco blushed and averted his eyes for a minute.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "What?" he said.
"Is he done?" Draco asked, indicating the infant who appeared to have fallen asleep.
Harry looked down but then right back up. "Yes, but are you trying to change the subject?"
"Put him in the cot and I'll tell you," Draco said quietly.
Looking at Draco curiously, Harry carefully moved with their son and placed him gently in his little bed. He looked back at Draco, face questioning.
Draco rolled onto his back, looking up at the "H" carved on the canopy beam. He sighed.
Harry scooted close to Draco and then lay down on his back beside him, pressed arm to arm.
"He caught me once," Draco whispered.
Harry raised an eyebrow again. "Dumbledore?" he asked.
"Yes," the blond answered, huffing.
"What were you doing?" Harry prodded further.
"Following you," Draco whispered.
"In first year?" Harry asked.
Draco nodded, smiling softly. "Couldn't help myself," he said.
Harry smiled too, highly intrigued as always. "When? What was I doing?"
"Which time?" Draco nearly laughed.
"I thought you said he only caught you once," Harry said, eyebrows high on his forehead.
"He saw me other times," Draco said.
Harry grinned widely. "What on earth was so interesting about eleven-year-old me?"
Draco blushed. "You know that already," he said. "You just want to hear it again."
Harry snorted, kissing Draco on the cheek. "You delight me," he said.
"I always wondered why he didn't stop me," Draco said. "It wasn't until we went back in time that I understood."
Harry smiled and nodded. "It probably made him laugh."
"Here I was, thinking I had him fooled into thinking I hated you," Draco said, shaking his head, "and all along, he knew."
"You certainly fooled me," said Harry.
"I fooled me sometimes," Draco said, laughing. "I think it did make me a bit crazy."
"Judging from a lot of the stuff you did," said Harry, kissing Draco's cheek again, "I'd agree." He smiled, lying back again and thinking. "I don't know why this suddenly popped into my head, but what did you think when you saw me sitting in the top box with you at the Quidditch World Cup?"
"Oh, merde'," Draco hissed, blushing furiously.
Very highly interested in this reaction, Harry turned so that he could look at Draco. "What?" he said, grinning very widely.
"I was excited, afraid, angry and thrilled," Draco said breathlessly, his pulse speeding up.
"Why?" Harry asked, wondering how Draco would have gotten all that simply from Harry sitting with him in the top box.
"Oh, Gods," Draco moaned, remembering. "Do you have any idea how difficult it was not to show all that?"
"You hid it well," said Harry. "All you did was throw me a dirty look."
"Looks," Draco said. "As many as I could manage without Father figuring it out."
Harry made a face at that but also smiled at Draco's words. He thought some more about that day and what had happened, and laughed. "I never looked back around," he said, "but did the Veelas affect you? I know I started to climb out of the box to jump."
"I don't think I was paying any attention to them," Draco said, laughing again. "But I did notice when you got up."
Harry snorted. "You must've thought I was an idiot. I didn't mean to get up, I just - did."
"You bent over the rail," Draco said, blushing.
Harry smirked. "Were you checking my arse out?" he said.
Draco nodded, ears colouring again. "I was so worried someone would expect me to stand then."
"Well, I suppose it would have been a bit odd for a fourteen-year-old boy not to stand for Veela," said Harry.
"I suppose no one would have known that my condition was your fault," Draco said. "But I was so worked up about it that I wasn't really thinking clearly."
Harry suddenly realised what Draco meant. "I made you hard?" he asked, unable to keep the smile off his face.
"Harry," Draco complained, "I'm hard now just remembering it."
Harry smirked again. "I love doing that to you," he said.
"Pervert," Draco teased, trembling as he lay there, still clothed and very aroused.
"You know it better than any, my love," Harry said, and paused for a bit, biting his lip. "Speaking of ..." he said slowly. He sighed. "Eh, never mind," he said.
"Oh, you don't get away with that." Draco huffed. "Not after getting me to admit what I did."
"Well, it's really not that big a thing, and sort of stupid, and you'd probably think I was a prat," said Harry, colouring very slightly himself now.
"Spill it, Potter," Draco said amusedly, turning his head to look at him.
Harry huffed. "Well ..." he said very slowly, stalling. "I saw Fleur putting on eyeliner the other day ...."
Draco raised an eyebrow, not sure if he should be jealous, but waiting to hear what Harry had to say.
"And ..." Harry continued, "Iwonderedwhatyouwouldlooklikeinit," he said in a rush.
"In make-up?" Draco asked, both eyebrows raised.
Harry flushed deeply. "Well not make-up make-up ... I don't want you to look like a girl. Just eyeliner. Told you it was stupid."
Draco was thinking about it. "And the idea turned you on?" he asked.
"Well ... perhaps a bit," Harry said quietly. "I was just a little curious is all. But it's stupid. You don't have to do it."
"You are a strange man, Harry Potter," Draco said, his own erection now painful in his trousers, he reached his hand down to rub himself.
Harry snorted. "At least my strangeness doesn't hinder this," he said, reaching his hand down and gently moving Draco's away as he began to rub the blond's cock himself.
"No, definitely doesn't ... hinder," Draco gasped, head falling back on the bed and hips arching into Harry's touch.
Harry pressed his hand firmer to Draco's crotch, the hardness there making his mouth water and his own cock fill. He licked his lips at the way Draco looked.
"Oh, Gods." Draco trembled, watching Harry's face and wanting more, but wanting his partner to decide what.
Harry smirked slightly and moved so that his cheek slid against Draco's. "If I'd known you were hard for me at the World Cup, maybe I would have done this," he whispered into Draco's ear.
The blond groaned, imagining it. "Yes," he whispered, "tell me, show me."
"Somehow, we could've snuck away," Harry continued, his hand still moving. "Could've hidden under the stands with everyone above us watching the game. Would you have liked that, Draco?"
"Yes, please," Draco moaned, closing his eyes to picture it clearly.
Harry breathed hotly over Draco's ear, nipping at the lobe a bit. "I would've kissed you," he whispered, "so sweetly at first, but if I felt your cock, that would have been the end for me - or perhaps for you. I would've tried to eat you alive."
Draco trembled, seeing in his mind a younger Harry kissing him and then pushing him against one of the stadium supports.
"I would've slid my hand down your trousers, the crowd roaring, but I wouldn't have heard it. I would've been too preoccupied with your hot mouth and your thick cock." As Harry said this, he slid his hand into Draco's trousers really grasping his erection.
"Harry, yes," Draco gasped again.
Harry was panting quietly now, the vision in his mind hotter than hell. "You would have loved it," he whispered, stroking Draco slowly. "You would've been gasping and panting my name and arching into my hand."
"Yes, wanting you," Draco said, "touching you."
"Yes," Harry agreed, eyelids fluttering. "And you would have begged me to let you come, to never stop."
"Touch me, suck me, Potter," Draco moaned. "Yes!"
"Oh, fuck, and if you would've said that I would've dropped to my knees right there," Harry gasped, his hand tightening on Draco's cock a bit as he wondered if the blond would last long enough for him to suck him off right now.
Draco reached his hand up into Harry's hair and gently pushed. "Suck me, Potter," he said again.
Harry moaned and moved quickly at Draco's urging, pulling Draco's trousers down his thighs and freeing his cock. He went at it immediately, much better than any fourteen-year-old would be, but he was sure Draco didn't mind.
"Oh, Gods, yes," Draco cried out as Harry's mouth took him inside. "Your mouth is fantastic," he told the man in his bed and the boy in his fantasy.
"Mmmm," Harry groaned, his eyes closed as he sucked and remembered what Draco had looked like at fourteen. His hair had been shorter, his body had been shorter too and a bit skinnier, but the long legs were still the same, the smooth white skin, the perfect lips, those grey eyes and his amazingly wonderful, gorgeous cock.
"Gods, Potter," Draco said, pulling his thick hair. "On your knees and sucking my cock!"
Harry felt like he was going to come in his trousers. He was amazed when he could actually see fourteen-year-old Draco saying that in his mind, thrusting into his mouth. He could see himself, on his knees in the grass, treating Draco how he should've always treated him and absolutely fucking getting off on it like he had with nothing before.
"Yes, suck it," Draco whispered. "You love sucking my cock, don't you?" He felt his body tensing and knew he would come soon. He tightened his grip in that dark hair.
"Mmm, fuck yes," Harry said, pulling back for only a moment. He kept his eyes closed and the vision alive, bobbing his head over Draco's erection.
"Going to come in that gorgeous mouth," Draco told him, trembling on the verge of his orgasm.
Harry groaned one last time, sucking powerfully on Draco's cock, hoping to push him over the edge.
Draco arched, coming into that amazing warmth, trembling and crying as he did.
Harry pulled back a bit and swallowed as Draco came. Then he pulled back completely and sat up, spitting some of Draco's come into his hand and shoving it into his trousers to finish himself off.
Draco opened his eyes, still panting as he looked up at his husband. "Pull it out," he said. "I want to watch."
Harry was flushed and panting as he did as Draco asked, surprised that him simply asking hadn't made him come. His hand flew over his cock, the heat pooling in his lower abdomen and rushing through his cock, his legs muscles twitching. He was getting closer, closer, so fucking close.
"So fucking hot," Draco said, unable to take his eyes off of Harry.
Harry threw his head back, his hand tightening as he shot come over himself and the bed, groaning loudly.
Draco reached up and pulled Harry down on top of him, his mouth closing on his husband's.