Harry Potter and The White Queen (BP3)
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Close Call
Chapter Number/Total: 18/49
Chapter Title: Close Call
Words: 3157 Words
They finished off their trip with dinner at the Leaky Cauldron and were all quite tired after their full day of shopping. Harry found himself yawning and quite ready to go home - although really, he wasn't that tired. He had been able to stare at nothing but Draco's arse for at least the past hour.
Draco felt better, having gotten the ring business out of the way. He had always enjoyed shopping. It would have been more fun without the reminders of the Dark Lord everywhere. He was more than ready to return home and to some private time with Harry.
A flash of light disturbed his thoughts, blinding him temporarily and he had pulled his wand before he could even see again.
Harry jerked and stood abruptly from the table, his wand pulled as well as he attempted to regain his vision.
"Harry, did you buy rings today? How are the wedding plans going?" someone was asking as Draco regained his vision and saw a reporter with a camera.
Harry, having just nearly suffered a heart attack, slumped back into his chair with a groan of relief and annoyance.
"Our apologies, friends," Draco said to the table. "I hope you will forgive us if we leave abruptly." He reached for Harry's hand.
Harry allowed Draco to pull him from his chair, feeling even more relief from the fact that he wouldn't have to sit and talk to some ridiculous reporter. "See you guys later," he said.
Draco Apparated them to the Manor, sighing in relief as they stood in their suite.
Harry let out a deep breath. "Bloody hell, I almost cursed him!" he exclaimed, still a bit shaken. "You can't just sneak up on someone like that! Especially with what's been going on! Bloody idiot."
"Can't say he wouldn't have deserved it," Draco said, putting his wand away. "Now," he smirked, turning to face Harry, "I believe someone made a promise."
Harry placed his wand back in his pocket and turned to Draco fully, a smirk slowly spreading across his face. "Too right I did," he said.
Draco's eyebrows lifted and his smile grew. "And Harry Potter always keeps his promises," he drawled.
"You're right about that, too," Harry said, nodding appreciatively. He waggled his eyebrows, and then suddenly, within a quick second, his eyes went dark and he licked his lips slowly. "Although that doesn't really matter, because I've wanted to fuck your tight arse hard all fucking day long." He stared straight into Draco's eyes, suddenly feeling that his clothes were much too hot.
The intense look in those green eyes and Harry words, sent a shiver down Draco's spine and right to his cock. "As you wish," he whispered, waiting to see just what Harry had in mind.
Harry smiled smugly, raising an eyebrow and strutting across the short distance between them. He ran hands flat up Draco's chest, pushing the robe from his shoulders, and then ran them back down Draco's body to slowly untuck his shirt from his trousers, still smiling at him in that smug way that told Draco just how much Harry knew he wanted him.
How Harry could go from that sweet boy, who everyone thought they knew, to this, always amazed Draco. He trembled at the almost predatory look in those green eyes and spread his arms, letting Harry undress him as he liked.
"You want me, Draco?" Harry asked licking his own lips again as he slid warm fingers just under the hem of Draco's shirt, touching just a slight strip of that skin. "Tell me if you want me."
"Yes," Draco rasped, his throat tight. "Always want you. Always wanted you." He was trembling as Harry touched him.
"You want my cock?" Harry whispered, breath hot as he pressed closer and it ghosted across Draco's skin. He slid one hand down to rest on the forming bulge in Draco's trousers, not squeezing, just resting there. "My tongue?" He pressed closer still and ran the tip of his tongue very gently and slowly across just the very outer edge of Draco's lips.
"Yes," Draco whispered. "Yes." He licked his lip in response to Harry's tongue but still stood, waiting and enjoying the tease and the promise in his lover's touch.
Harry caught Draco's tongue with his own, but pulled back quickly. "Whose are you?" he asked, voice suddenly a bit louder.
"Yours," Draco gasped. "I am yours." The words were submissive, but the tone was proud.
"For how long?" Harry demanded, hand tightening on Draco's erection now.
Draco gasped, his eyes half closed. "Always," he answered.
"Mmm," Harry hummed. "You're just full of correct answers tonight, aren't you?" he asked. "You are mine and you love it, don't you?" he said, squeezing harder at the word 'are'.
"I am," Draco answered, and smirking a bit, "And I do." He still held still, literally at his lover's mercy.
"I really don't think that smirk will do," Harry said, smirking himself. "What should I do to take it off your face?" He cocked his head to the side.
Draco gasped, his cock twitching hard at the promise and threat in Harry's tone. "Anything you want," he answered. "I am yours."
Harry took a single step back from Draco, staring at him with bright eyes that hid a hint of wickedness in them. "Handing over so much," he tsked, shaking his head. "How do you know I'm so good? That I really am 'St. Potter' as you so wonderfully put it."
Draco swallowed hard, his breathing quickening as he watched his lover. "I am yours, regardless," he said, holding very still.
"Good answer," Harry said, raising an eyebrow. "Perhaps you should be rewarded." He grinned and slowly reached hands down to pull his own shirt off, exposing his chest and hardening nipples. "Do I look good, Draco? Do you want to touch me?"
Draco licked his lips. "Beautiful," he whispered, "and yes." But he didn't move yet, his eyes watching intently.
Harry smirked again and began working on getting his trousers off, hands quick at the practised movements. His trousers were open now, his cock very obviously hard inside them. "How much do you want what's inside here?" he asked. He had no idea why hearing how much Draco wanted him made him so hard every time.
"More than anything," Draco continued in that voice that sounded awed and lustful at the same time. "I want to feel you inside me, through me," he said. "I want to touch you, taste you, be part of you."
Harry flushed with heat and pleasure. "Come here," he said, eyes very heavily lidded and voice low.
Draco stepped to his lover, standing close but still not touching. He trembled at the heat and magic and love.
Harry leaned forward to press his lips to Draco's, but touched no other part of him, and it only made him want it more. Not allowing himself to touch Draco made him ache to do it - made him ache in a very good way, in a very specific place.
Draco's entire body shuddered at the touch of those lips. His eyes closed and his mouth opened slightly. He was aching for Harry but enjoying the excitement of his teasing.
Harry smiled slightly against Draco's lips, using just the tip of his tongue to lick at them with each kiss while keeping it inside his own mouth. Merlin, he was insane. He had no idea how he was keeping his hands from the man before him.
Draco opened his mouth more, his tongue reaching for Harry's, unable to hold back completely. The smell of Harry, the heat of his body and the energy of him was all combining to make his breath speed up and his head swim. He had never wanted anything more than this man.
Harry sighed quietly through his nose, letting his tongue out at Draco's urging. He moaned when their tongues met and he moved a bit closer to Draco's still-clothed body, itching to touch him now.
Tilting his head more, Draco's tongue pressed in, stroking and caressing Harry's tongue and mouth. He trembled with the effort to hold himself still as Harry moved closer.
Harry moaned again, hands clenching as he fought to keep them at his sides. He moved closer still and pressed his mouth more firmly to Draco's, covering it with his own completely.
Draco breathed in Harry's breath and moaned into his mouth. He twisted his hand in the material of his trousers.
Harry pulled away quite suddenly, a hungry look in his eyes. "Enough," he said breathlessly, and then he grasped Draco by the front of his shirt and pulled him forward, pressing their bodies together and forgetting that it had basically been him who had started all that in the first place. Now he wanted to fuck, badly. Very badly. He had been wanting to all day and his heart beat quicker.
"Yes, please," Draco gasped as he was hauled against his lover. He reached his hand forward to touch the bare skin of Harry's chest, fingers working the planes of muscle and moving toward his dark nipples.
Harry closed his eyes as Draco's long fingers touched him, and it was so simple, but they left a trail of heat behind them. Each new part of skin touched sent sparks along Harry's body, making him want Draco more, making him want his skin, his cock, his arse.
Draco's fingers found what they were looking for and he traced a circle on the hardened nipple before taking it between thumb and finger to gently pull.
Harry took in a sharp breath and his cock twitched. "I need you," he whispered so breathlessly that he wasn't sure if it was understandable. "I need to be inside you."
"Yes," Draco answered, his fingers making their way across Harry's chest to tease the other nipple. "Take my clothes off then," he whispered.
Harry pressed his face into Draco's neck, needing any sort of contact with him. He reached hands up to tug at Draco's shirt. He shivered as Draco's fingers still touched him, still pulled and played with those sensitive parts of him.
"Use your magic," Draco whispered. "Strip me bare with your power." Even the words sent a jolt down his spine.
Harry kissed and sucked at Draco's neck, feeling high off him, drunk with him. "Accio my wand," he whispered wetly against Draco's skin, and as soon as the wood was in his hand, he performed the nonverbal spell flawlessly. He dropped his wand and ran eager, anxious hands up Draco's chest, around to his back, squeezing his arse and up his back again, never able to get enough of him.
Harry's magic stripped him and ran chills down Draco's skin. His cock hardened more and his heart beat faster. He gasped and moaned as Harry's hands touched him. "Oh, Gods, yes," he cried. "I love you. I am yours!"
Harry splayed his hands flat against Draco's back as he began pulling him backwards to the bed with him, not wanting to break contact. His skin was so smooth where Harry touched and it made his own skin burn almost, their heated, flushed bodies pressed against each other. Harry fell backwards onto the bed, taking Draco with him and then scrambling up the mattress with a hand still clutching at Draco's back, taking him along there, too.
Draco was pulled along with Harry as if it were some kind of dance and he was happy to follow Harry's lead. His hand grasped his lover's shoulder, helping steady himself as they fell onto the bed.
Harry turned them over, rolling on the bed with Draco, legs tangled together and sweaty already. He brought his mouth down on Draco's, sucking and licking and claiming it as his. He struggled to get out of his trousers still, even if they were undone, but didn't want to take his mouth or his hands away for very long.
Draco was panting, his body arching against Harry's as he felt devoured by his lover. The feel of the trousers against his cock made him groan louder, wanting Harry's flesh instead. He reached his construct hand down, pulling at the clothes, trying to help Harry remove them. The fabric tore as he pulled them to his lover's knees.
Harry gasped into Draco's mouth pushing down against him to grind their cocks together. A few more kicks of his legs and he finally managed to push the trousers all the way off and he groaned as he pressed against Draco completely, nothing between them except their own skin.
Draco's breath hitched and he shuddered as Harry's erection slid against his own. He wrapped his arm and his legs around Harry's back, using his hips to thrust against him.
Harry's entire body jerked as he felt Draco's legs around him. Not only did it feel amazing to be touching Draco everywhere possible, but the mental image of what Draco must look like was gorgeous. He loved Draco this way: spread for him, ready for him, wanting him and holding him close. "I want to see your face when you come," he whispered with their rocking movements. "I want to know I made you look this way. I want inside you."
"Please, yes," Draco begged, his eyes half-open, looking into Harry's. "Fuck me deep," he continued, watching the fire of his lover's look. "I am yours and you are mine."
Harry bent his neck and captured Draco's lips, his eyes still open. With his mouth occupied, he tried a nonverbal Accio for the lube and was thrilled that it worked, because he didn't have to break away from Draco, not because it had worked period.
The spark of magic made Draco moan again, thrusting against Harry, his hand entangling in his dark hair.
Harry whimpered as he finally had to pull away from Draco, even just a little bit to open the lube and prepare his lover. He wasn't quick about it, but he wasn't slow either. He latched his mouth onto the skin of Draco's collarbone as his oiled fingers stretched him out, moving around slickly and wetly inside of Draco.
Draco's head fell back against the bed, his neck arched and his eyes closed. The sensation of Harry's fingers in him was fantastic and even more so because of what he knew would follow. "Yes, yes," he chanted.
Harry was so aching hard and wanted to feel Draco around him so badly, he wasn't able to hold back too much longer. "I want you," he said as he slicked his cock. "I want to feel you. I want to scream your name and hear my name from you." He positioned himself. "I want to see you love me." He pushed inside.
"Harry," Draco gasped as he was filled by him, trembling and pulling at Harry's body with his own legs and his hand twisting in his hair.
Harry gasped with entry and his eyes fell shut, but he opened them after only a mere second, truly wanting to watch Draco's face, to look at his hair, to look at his glistening skin. He groaned as he moved his hips again, picking up a slick, deep rhythm, pushing as far into Draco as he could and loving how Draco's legs seemed to tighten around him with every slide forward.
"You ... are ... fucking ... amazing," Draco gasped, the feeling of Harry's cock touching him so deep sending waves of pleasure and magic through his entire body. He locked his feet behind Harry and used them to pull him even deeper.
Harry gasped again, Draco's words flooding his belly with warmth. Everything about ... everything was making this more pleasurable. The heat, the sweat, the wet noises his thrusting made, his own gasps and Draco's heavy breathing, even the rocking noises the bed was making made him feel alive with sex. He thrust as hard and steady as he could into Draco, feeling his cock jolt as the bed rocked even louder.
Draco moaned with each thrust as Harry's cock went deep inside him. His own cock was slick with pre-come and sweat, the heat and friction of their bodies bringing him closer with each slide.
Harry used one hand to come up and push Draco's damp hair completely away from his face, staring into his eyes as he did. "I ... fucking ... love ... you," he half-mouthed, half-whispered to him.
Draco's smile was interrupted by another moan as Harry thrust in again. He caught his breath and looked back. "Love fucking you, too," he said with a smirk, and then he began to tremble as he felt his own orgasm building.
Harry's moan was half a laugh after that and he tried his hardest to hold back, to let Draco come first. "I want you to fuck me next time," he panted, trying to make Draco come with words. "I want your cock in me hard and deep like this." He emphasised with a thrust of his hips."So hard for me, in me, fucking me." The words were not helping his own state as he felt the sensations and heat in his groin pulsing considerably.
"Fuck, yes!" Draco cried out, his hand clutching Harry's hair and his legs pulling him as deep as possible. His orgasm rippled out, spilling his seed between them and causing him to thrash his head.
Harry's moan was loud, as he watched Draco's expression of absolute rapture. He could feel Draco's come on his own skin and he'd pulled that from Draco. He'd done it. He thrust one last time and was pumping his semen into the man beneath him, filling him and crying out his name like he was the only thing that mattered - and he was.
Still shuddering with his release, Harry's magic spread warmth out in ripples and it prolonged Draco's own orgasm. He heard his name on his lover's lips and smiled dreamily. "Yes, my husband," he answered, carding his hands in Harry's hair.
Harry panted and pressed his face against the side of Draco's neck, his eyes finally closed now as he tried to catch his breath.
Draco petted his lover's hair, realising that he still needed a decent hair cut. He kissed his ear and gave it a quick lick, liking the taste.
Harry grinned and snorted quietly. "We amaze me," he said happily, kissing the skin in front of his face.
Draco smiled happily at him. "We do make an amazing team," he said. "I feel ...." he looked up for a moment, trying to find the words and seeing the H instead. "I feel like I was meant to be yours," he finished.
Harry's smile grew. "I know I was meant to be yours," he said. "I couldn't imagine wanting it any other way, ever."
Chapter Title: Close Call
Words: 3157 Words
They finished off their trip with dinner at the Leaky Cauldron and were all quite tired after their full day of shopping. Harry found himself yawning and quite ready to go home - although really, he wasn't that tired. He had been able to stare at nothing but Draco's arse for at least the past hour.
Draco felt better, having gotten the ring business out of the way. He had always enjoyed shopping. It would have been more fun without the reminders of the Dark Lord everywhere. He was more than ready to return home and to some private time with Harry.
A flash of light disturbed his thoughts, blinding him temporarily and he had pulled his wand before he could even see again.
Harry jerked and stood abruptly from the table, his wand pulled as well as he attempted to regain his vision.
"Harry, did you buy rings today? How are the wedding plans going?" someone was asking as Draco regained his vision and saw a reporter with a camera.
Harry, having just nearly suffered a heart attack, slumped back into his chair with a groan of relief and annoyance.
"Our apologies, friends," Draco said to the table. "I hope you will forgive us if we leave abruptly." He reached for Harry's hand.
Harry allowed Draco to pull him from his chair, feeling even more relief from the fact that he wouldn't have to sit and talk to some ridiculous reporter. "See you guys later," he said.
Draco Apparated them to the Manor, sighing in relief as they stood in their suite.
Harry let out a deep breath. "Bloody hell, I almost cursed him!" he exclaimed, still a bit shaken. "You can't just sneak up on someone like that! Especially with what's been going on! Bloody idiot."
"Can't say he wouldn't have deserved it," Draco said, putting his wand away. "Now," he smirked, turning to face Harry, "I believe someone made a promise."
Harry placed his wand back in his pocket and turned to Draco fully, a smirk slowly spreading across his face. "Too right I did," he said.
Draco's eyebrows lifted and his smile grew. "And Harry Potter always keeps his promises," he drawled.
"You're right about that, too," Harry said, nodding appreciatively. He waggled his eyebrows, and then suddenly, within a quick second, his eyes went dark and he licked his lips slowly. "Although that doesn't really matter, because I've wanted to fuck your tight arse hard all fucking day long." He stared straight into Draco's eyes, suddenly feeling that his clothes were much too hot.
The intense look in those green eyes and Harry words, sent a shiver down Draco's spine and right to his cock. "As you wish," he whispered, waiting to see just what Harry had in mind.
Harry smiled smugly, raising an eyebrow and strutting across the short distance between them. He ran hands flat up Draco's chest, pushing the robe from his shoulders, and then ran them back down Draco's body to slowly untuck his shirt from his trousers, still smiling at him in that smug way that told Draco just how much Harry knew he wanted him.
How Harry could go from that sweet boy, who everyone thought they knew, to this, always amazed Draco. He trembled at the almost predatory look in those green eyes and spread his arms, letting Harry undress him as he liked.
"You want me, Draco?" Harry asked licking his own lips again as he slid warm fingers just under the hem of Draco's shirt, touching just a slight strip of that skin. "Tell me if you want me."
"Yes," Draco rasped, his throat tight. "Always want you. Always wanted you." He was trembling as Harry touched him.
"You want my cock?" Harry whispered, breath hot as he pressed closer and it ghosted across Draco's skin. He slid one hand down to rest on the forming bulge in Draco's trousers, not squeezing, just resting there. "My tongue?" He pressed closer still and ran the tip of his tongue very gently and slowly across just the very outer edge of Draco's lips.
"Yes," Draco whispered. "Yes." He licked his lip in response to Harry's tongue but still stood, waiting and enjoying the tease and the promise in his lover's touch.
Harry caught Draco's tongue with his own, but pulled back quickly. "Whose are you?" he asked, voice suddenly a bit louder.
"Yours," Draco gasped. "I am yours." The words were submissive, but the tone was proud.
"For how long?" Harry demanded, hand tightening on Draco's erection now.
Draco gasped, his eyes half closed. "Always," he answered.
"Mmm," Harry hummed. "You're just full of correct answers tonight, aren't you?" he asked. "You are mine and you love it, don't you?" he said, squeezing harder at the word 'are'.
"I am," Draco answered, and smirking a bit, "And I do." He still held still, literally at his lover's mercy.
"I really don't think that smirk will do," Harry said, smirking himself. "What should I do to take it off your face?" He cocked his head to the side.
Draco gasped, his cock twitching hard at the promise and threat in Harry's tone. "Anything you want," he answered. "I am yours."
Harry took a single step back from Draco, staring at him with bright eyes that hid a hint of wickedness in them. "Handing over so much," he tsked, shaking his head. "How do you know I'm so good? That I really am 'St. Potter' as you so wonderfully put it."
Draco swallowed hard, his breathing quickening as he watched his lover. "I am yours, regardless," he said, holding very still.
"Good answer," Harry said, raising an eyebrow. "Perhaps you should be rewarded." He grinned and slowly reached hands down to pull his own shirt off, exposing his chest and hardening nipples. "Do I look good, Draco? Do you want to touch me?"
Draco licked his lips. "Beautiful," he whispered, "and yes." But he didn't move yet, his eyes watching intently.
Harry smirked again and began working on getting his trousers off, hands quick at the practised movements. His trousers were open now, his cock very obviously hard inside them. "How much do you want what's inside here?" he asked. He had no idea why hearing how much Draco wanted him made him so hard every time.
"More than anything," Draco continued in that voice that sounded awed and lustful at the same time. "I want to feel you inside me, through me," he said. "I want to touch you, taste you, be part of you."
Harry flushed with heat and pleasure. "Come here," he said, eyes very heavily lidded and voice low.
Draco stepped to his lover, standing close but still not touching. He trembled at the heat and magic and love.
Harry leaned forward to press his lips to Draco's, but touched no other part of him, and it only made him want it more. Not allowing himself to touch Draco made him ache to do it - made him ache in a very good way, in a very specific place.
Draco's entire body shuddered at the touch of those lips. His eyes closed and his mouth opened slightly. He was aching for Harry but enjoying the excitement of his teasing.
Harry smiled slightly against Draco's lips, using just the tip of his tongue to lick at them with each kiss while keeping it inside his own mouth. Merlin, he was insane. He had no idea how he was keeping his hands from the man before him.
Draco opened his mouth more, his tongue reaching for Harry's, unable to hold back completely. The smell of Harry, the heat of his body and the energy of him was all combining to make his breath speed up and his head swim. He had never wanted anything more than this man.
Harry sighed quietly through his nose, letting his tongue out at Draco's urging. He moaned when their tongues met and he moved a bit closer to Draco's still-clothed body, itching to touch him now.
Tilting his head more, Draco's tongue pressed in, stroking and caressing Harry's tongue and mouth. He trembled with the effort to hold himself still as Harry moved closer.
Harry moaned again, hands clenching as he fought to keep them at his sides. He moved closer still and pressed his mouth more firmly to Draco's, covering it with his own completely.
Draco breathed in Harry's breath and moaned into his mouth. He twisted his hand in the material of his trousers.
Harry pulled away quite suddenly, a hungry look in his eyes. "Enough," he said breathlessly, and then he grasped Draco by the front of his shirt and pulled him forward, pressing their bodies together and forgetting that it had basically been him who had started all that in the first place. Now he wanted to fuck, badly. Very badly. He had been wanting to all day and his heart beat quicker.
"Yes, please," Draco gasped as he was hauled against his lover. He reached his hand forward to touch the bare skin of Harry's chest, fingers working the planes of muscle and moving toward his dark nipples.
Harry closed his eyes as Draco's long fingers touched him, and it was so simple, but they left a trail of heat behind them. Each new part of skin touched sent sparks along Harry's body, making him want Draco more, making him want his skin, his cock, his arse.
Draco's fingers found what they were looking for and he traced a circle on the hardened nipple before taking it between thumb and finger to gently pull.
Harry took in a sharp breath and his cock twitched. "I need you," he whispered so breathlessly that he wasn't sure if it was understandable. "I need to be inside you."
"Yes," Draco answered, his fingers making their way across Harry's chest to tease the other nipple. "Take my clothes off then," he whispered.
Harry pressed his face into Draco's neck, needing any sort of contact with him. He reached hands up to tug at Draco's shirt. He shivered as Draco's fingers still touched him, still pulled and played with those sensitive parts of him.
"Use your magic," Draco whispered. "Strip me bare with your power." Even the words sent a jolt down his spine.
Harry kissed and sucked at Draco's neck, feeling high off him, drunk with him. "Accio my wand," he whispered wetly against Draco's skin, and as soon as the wood was in his hand, he performed the nonverbal spell flawlessly. He dropped his wand and ran eager, anxious hands up Draco's chest, around to his back, squeezing his arse and up his back again, never able to get enough of him.
Harry's magic stripped him and ran chills down Draco's skin. His cock hardened more and his heart beat faster. He gasped and moaned as Harry's hands touched him. "Oh, Gods, yes," he cried. "I love you. I am yours!"
Harry splayed his hands flat against Draco's back as he began pulling him backwards to the bed with him, not wanting to break contact. His skin was so smooth where Harry touched and it made his own skin burn almost, their heated, flushed bodies pressed against each other. Harry fell backwards onto the bed, taking Draco with him and then scrambling up the mattress with a hand still clutching at Draco's back, taking him along there, too.
Draco was pulled along with Harry as if it were some kind of dance and he was happy to follow Harry's lead. His hand grasped his lover's shoulder, helping steady himself as they fell onto the bed.
Harry turned them over, rolling on the bed with Draco, legs tangled together and sweaty already. He brought his mouth down on Draco's, sucking and licking and claiming it as his. He struggled to get out of his trousers still, even if they were undone, but didn't want to take his mouth or his hands away for very long.
Draco was panting, his body arching against Harry's as he felt devoured by his lover. The feel of the trousers against his cock made him groan louder, wanting Harry's flesh instead. He reached his construct hand down, pulling at the clothes, trying to help Harry remove them. The fabric tore as he pulled them to his lover's knees.
Harry gasped into Draco's mouth pushing down against him to grind their cocks together. A few more kicks of his legs and he finally managed to push the trousers all the way off and he groaned as he pressed against Draco completely, nothing between them except their own skin.
Draco's breath hitched and he shuddered as Harry's erection slid against his own. He wrapped his arm and his legs around Harry's back, using his hips to thrust against him.
Harry's entire body jerked as he felt Draco's legs around him. Not only did it feel amazing to be touching Draco everywhere possible, but the mental image of what Draco must look like was gorgeous. He loved Draco this way: spread for him, ready for him, wanting him and holding him close. "I want to see your face when you come," he whispered with their rocking movements. "I want to know I made you look this way. I want inside you."
"Please, yes," Draco begged, his eyes half-open, looking into Harry's. "Fuck me deep," he continued, watching the fire of his lover's look. "I am yours and you are mine."
Harry bent his neck and captured Draco's lips, his eyes still open. With his mouth occupied, he tried a nonverbal Accio for the lube and was thrilled that it worked, because he didn't have to break away from Draco, not because it had worked period.
The spark of magic made Draco moan again, thrusting against Harry, his hand entangling in his dark hair.
Harry whimpered as he finally had to pull away from Draco, even just a little bit to open the lube and prepare his lover. He wasn't quick about it, but he wasn't slow either. He latched his mouth onto the skin of Draco's collarbone as his oiled fingers stretched him out, moving around slickly and wetly inside of Draco.
Draco's head fell back against the bed, his neck arched and his eyes closed. The sensation of Harry's fingers in him was fantastic and even more so because of what he knew would follow. "Yes, yes," he chanted.
Harry was so aching hard and wanted to feel Draco around him so badly, he wasn't able to hold back too much longer. "I want you," he said as he slicked his cock. "I want to feel you. I want to scream your name and hear my name from you." He positioned himself. "I want to see you love me." He pushed inside.
"Harry," Draco gasped as he was filled by him, trembling and pulling at Harry's body with his own legs and his hand twisting in his hair.
Harry gasped with entry and his eyes fell shut, but he opened them after only a mere second, truly wanting to watch Draco's face, to look at his hair, to look at his glistening skin. He groaned as he moved his hips again, picking up a slick, deep rhythm, pushing as far into Draco as he could and loving how Draco's legs seemed to tighten around him with every slide forward.
"You ... are ... fucking ... amazing," Draco gasped, the feeling of Harry's cock touching him so deep sending waves of pleasure and magic through his entire body. He locked his feet behind Harry and used them to pull him even deeper.
Harry gasped again, Draco's words flooding his belly with warmth. Everything about ... everything was making this more pleasurable. The heat, the sweat, the wet noises his thrusting made, his own gasps and Draco's heavy breathing, even the rocking noises the bed was making made him feel alive with sex. He thrust as hard and steady as he could into Draco, feeling his cock jolt as the bed rocked even louder.
Draco moaned with each thrust as Harry's cock went deep inside him. His own cock was slick with pre-come and sweat, the heat and friction of their bodies bringing him closer with each slide.
Harry used one hand to come up and push Draco's damp hair completely away from his face, staring into his eyes as he did. "I ... fucking ... love ... you," he half-mouthed, half-whispered to him.
Draco's smile was interrupted by another moan as Harry thrust in again. He caught his breath and looked back. "Love fucking you, too," he said with a smirk, and then he began to tremble as he felt his own orgasm building.
Harry's moan was half a laugh after that and he tried his hardest to hold back, to let Draco come first. "I want you to fuck me next time," he panted, trying to make Draco come with words. "I want your cock in me hard and deep like this." He emphasised with a thrust of his hips."So hard for me, in me, fucking me." The words were not helping his own state as he felt the sensations and heat in his groin pulsing considerably.
"Fuck, yes!" Draco cried out, his hand clutching Harry's hair and his legs pulling him as deep as possible. His orgasm rippled out, spilling his seed between them and causing him to thrash his head.
Harry's moan was loud, as he watched Draco's expression of absolute rapture. He could feel Draco's come on his own skin and he'd pulled that from Draco. He'd done it. He thrust one last time and was pumping his semen into the man beneath him, filling him and crying out his name like he was the only thing that mattered - and he was.
Still shuddering with his release, Harry's magic spread warmth out in ripples and it prolonged Draco's own orgasm. He heard his name on his lover's lips and smiled dreamily. "Yes, my husband," he answered, carding his hands in Harry's hair.
Harry panted and pressed his face against the side of Draco's neck, his eyes finally closed now as he tried to catch his breath.
Draco petted his lover's hair, realising that he still needed a decent hair cut. He kissed his ear and gave it a quick lick, liking the taste.
Harry grinned and snorted quietly. "We amaze me," he said happily, kissing the skin in front of his face.
Draco smiled happily at him. "We do make an amazing team," he said. "I feel ...." he looked up for a moment, trying to find the words and seeing the H instead. "I feel like I was meant to be yours," he finished.
Harry's smile grew. "I know I was meant to be yours," he said. "I couldn't imagine wanting it any other way, ever."