Fallen Star (Sequel to Shooting Star) COMPLETE
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Adult ++
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17,326
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Walpurgis Night
Chapter Number/Total: 18/32
Chapter Title: Walpurgis Night
Words: 2885 Words
Draco could hold Harry all day, but holding the pose Mark had them in wasn't entirely comfortable. His nose itched and he wrinkled it, still staring into Harry's eyes as they sat facing and with arms around each other.
Harry grinned, wishing he could lean in and kiss his lover’s nose. He was surprised that Draco hadn't complained much, not yet at least.
"I wish to move," Draco said finally when he didn't think he could take it anymore.
Mark looked up, startled. "Oh, yeah, I guess I haven't given you guys a break in a while, have I? Sorry, I was just getting caught up in what I’m doing."
Draco huffed and fell back on the floor with a sigh and rubbed his nose
Harry laughed, lying down next to him to relax for a minute. "How's it look?" he asked a moment later, jumping up and going over to Mark, trying to look at the paper.
Mark pulled the page down. "No peeking," he said. "You know how I feel about that!"
Harry pouted, leaning over his shoulder still. "I thought you'd give up one day. Or at least I'd be fast enough."
"Nope," Mark said, and shooed him away. "If anyone could, it would be you, but nope."
"No fair," Harry huffed, moving around and sitting down on the floor again. He turned and crawled over Draco, sitting down on his hips. "Have you got your nose itched properly?"
Draco smirked. "No, I think I need help," he said.
"Has it gotten so bad that you can't even reach your nose?" Harry joked, leaning down to nudge his nose against Draco's.
Draco, of course, used it as an opportunity to grab Harry's hair and bring him down for a kiss.
Harry mmphed in surprise against Draco's lips, shifting on top of him as he kissed him back.
Draco's fingers laced deep in his lover's dark hair and he sucked on Harry's lips.
Harry pulled back to take a deep breath, looking into Draco's eyes. "Got that itch..." he whispered, slowly moving back so he could lie on the floor next to him. He licked his lips and glanced up at Mark.
Draco gasped as Harry climbed off him, thinking now he had another itch he wanted to scratch.
Mark watched them, his gaze a bit hungry as his eyes met Harry's.
Harry glanced down, his hair falling into his face before he slowly looked up again, shaking the hair out of his eyes and pushing it back. "You want to finish it?"
"Umm," Mark said, drawing forgotten for a moment, and then he blushed. "Sure," he said.
Harry smiled softly. "If you're ready to go on..." he said, glancing at both Draco and Mark.
"Sure I can't just lie here on the floor?" Draco asked. Harry on top, his brain added.
Harry laughed softly, glancing at Mark to see his answer. "Shouldn’t have crawled on top of him."
Mark shrugged and uncovered his sketch pad again. "Okay, ready when you two are," he said, smile crooked.
"Sit up, Draco," Harry said, moving into position.
Draco huffed but did, then frowned at Harry's use of his real name. "David poses for drawings, Draco does not," he said pointedly.
Harry blushed, nodding slowly. "David," he corrected.
Draco got back into position, giving Harry a quick kiss and then trying to relax his face into the serious expression Mark wanted.
Harry smiled, glancing at Mark before looking at Draco and relaxing his face for the drawing. His arms slid around Draco, his magic beginning to tingle again.
"Careful," Draco whispered without moving his lips.
Harry blinked, not even noticing. He tried to control it, his arms shaking slightly as he took a deep breath.
Draco took deep breaths, relaxing into the position. The most difficult part was not smiling as he looking into those amazing green eyes. "I love you," he whispered through mostly closed lips again.
"I love you, too," Harry replied, not managing to not move his lips. He smiled, his cheeks colouring.
***
Harry was watching telly from where he sat on their small couch, waiting for Draco to finish cooking whatever he was fixing for lunch. He yawned and glanced at the door, remembering that the post was supposed to come around that time. He got up and opened the door, padding down the stairs and pulling the small bulk of post out of the box. Walking back up to their flat, he checked through the envelopes, looking for what they were. That's when he saw one for David Morgan from the Culinary Institute of America. Harry dropped the rest of the post on the table beside the door and ran into the kitchen, already hopping up and down in excitement.
Magic shivered over his skin and Draco turned, sliding crepes onto plates for them. "What?" he asked, amusement in his expression.
"Open it!" Harry said, waving the envelope in Draco's face.
Draco blinked and reached for the envelope. "What is it?"
"Just open it!" Harry replied, still bouncing. "Go on...it's from the institute..."
Draco smirked and nodded, hands trembling just a touch as he peeled open the envelope and pulled out the letter, slowly unfolding.
"Faster," Harry whispered, breathing fast as he watched Draco's face to see his reaction.
Draco's face didn't give away the contents, impassive despite his hammering heart as he handed it to Harry.
Harry took it, his eyes scanning the paper quickly. He gasped softly and looked up at Draco again. "You..." Harry dropped the paper and launched himself at Draco, his arms wrapping around his neck as he attempted to jump onto him. "You got in! You did it, you got in!"
"With a scholarship," Draco said softly, still in shock.
"Do you know what this means?" Harry said happily, leaning back to look at Draco.
"That I will be learning to be a better cook?" the blond asked with a small smile.
"Not that you aren't already now, but yes. You're finally doing what you want," Harry answered, smiling brightly. "Congratulations."
"Being with you is doing what I want," Draco said, reaching to Harry's waist and pulling him close. He bent to tenderly kiss the other man.
"But now you have this as well," Harry whispered against his lips, brushing his fingers over Draco's cheek.
"Yes," Draco said softly, smiling and trembling a bit at the soft caress. "And what do you want, love?"
"I want you to be happy," Harry said softly, smiling.
"I am," Draco said, sounding surprised as he reached to caress Harry's face, fingers sliding along his lover's jaw.
"Then I have what I want," Harry said quietly. "I don't need anything else."
"I don't want you to have to wash dishes," Draco said, sighing.
"I...I don't know what else to do," Harry admitted softly.
Draco cocked his head. "When you thought you were a Muggle, before Hogwarts, what did you want to do?"
"I was young, I wasn't sure of what I wanted to do," Harry murmured.
"I want to make enough money so that you can do whatever you like," Draco said, beginning to walk Harry backwards towards their bedroom.
"At the restaurant, I feel needed," Harry said softly, walking back with him.
"I need you," Draco said, leading Harry into the bedroom.
"And I need you. And if I have to wash dishes for the rest of my life, so be it," Harry said.
Draco frowned at that. "Not what I want," he said. "I want you to have something that you enjoy doing."
"I have to find something first," Harry said. "And what if this is it?"
"What, being a kept man by your lover wouldn't be good for you?" Draco teased, now laying gentle kisses along Harry's jaw.
Harry blushed softly, tilting his head to the side. "Don't worry about me, Draco."
"I like worrying about you," Draco whispered against Harry's ear, licking along the curve of it.
Harry's eyes slowly fell shut, a small shudder going through his body. "Don't worry," he whispered again, sitting down on the bed behind him.
Draco pressed him down, bringing Harry onto his back as he began to suck on the man's neck, his body covering his lover's.
Harry moaned, almost feeling the blood being sucked to the surface of his skin. "This...this is how you celebrate..."
"You know it is," Draco whispered against his skin. "Is there anything I would rather do?"
"No, I want this," Harry replied quietly, reaching down to hook his fingers in the old sweatpants that he wore, pushing them down.
Draco smiled, standing up and looking down at the man so eager for him. He unbuttoned the jeans he was wearing, sliding them quickly over his hips and down long legs to kick them aside, and then tossed his shirt aside as well.
Harry kicked away the sweat bottoms and underwear, pulling his shirt over his head. "I hope the food stays warm," he whispered, moving back on the bed.
"You hungry?" Draco asked, raising his eyebrows. His eyes had darkened with desire and he was gently stroking his own arousal as he looked at Harry.
"For you," Harry said quietly, his eyes trailing down Draco's body and stopping on his hand.
"Well, you can have whatever you want," Draco said, voice low and the corners of his mouth pulling up.
"I want you to want me," Harry said quietly, looking up into Draco's eyes. "Now..."
"I always want you," Draco answered, eyes flickering over his lover's body and then down to his own arousal.
"Show me," Harry answered, feeling his body flush under Draco's gaze.
"Come here," Draco said, stepping closer to the bed.
Harry watched him silently before he decided to crawl over, his eyes shining brightly as he moved.
"Yesss," Draco hissed, watching his lover crawl, eyes feasting on the sight of him.
Harry stopped and sat back in on his heels, quickly feeling his body flush even more. "Please, more than just watching..."
Draco reached for him, pulling Harry's body flush against his own with a moan of delight.
Harry melted in Draco's arms, completely forgetting anything else. "Draco," he whispered.
"Yes, love," Draco answered, kissing him tenderly as his hands slid down the lean muscles of Harry's back.
"I love you," Harry said, running his hands slowly over Draco's skin. "And...think of this as my way of showing you how happy I really am for you."
"Show me," Draco encouraged, fingers kneading the muscles of Harry's naked back.
Harry leant up and kissed Draco hard, not letting go of complete control of his magic, but letting Draco get a feel of the power that hummed through his body. He ran his hand around Draco's hip and gripped his erection at the same moment.
Draco's legs trembled, standing beside the bed with his lover's hand caressing his arousal. "Oh, baby," he sighed.
"Come onto the bed with me," Harry whispered softly, stroking him as he moved back a bit.
The blond readily climbed onto the bed.
Harry continued to stroke him as he moved to lie down on the bed, pulling Draco with him.
Draco lay down beside his lover, touching him gently and gasping at Harry's hands on him.
Harry leant in to whisper into Draco's hair. "Fuck me. Hard enough so I'll be able to feel you for days," he demanded quietly, his hand twisting on his lover’s cock.
Draco grinned, cock twitching in response, and rolling over atop Harry.
Harry smirked, reaching to brush the hair out of Draco's eyes. "I thought you'd like that."
Draco straddled Harry, his cock pressing against his lover's. "Yes, I do," he whispered. "Spread your legs, baby."
Harry shivered and opened his legs, looking up at Draco. "I like when you call me that..."
Draco smiled softly at him. "You do," he agreed. "Why?"
"I feel loved," Harry admitted with a blush.
"You are loved," Draco whispered, moving his legs to kneel between his lover's thighs. "I love you more than anything," he said.
Harry closed his eyes as Draco spoke, the colour spreading throughout his face. "I love being yours," he said, opening his eyes and looking at him.
"A year now," Draco whispered, hands sliding down Harry's sides and over his hips.
Harry's skin broke out in goose pimples, his hips rising and falling slowly. "Has it really been that long?”
"Yes. Walpurgis Night, first of May," Draco said, hands caressing Harry's inner thighs now. "That's when He gave you to me," he said.
Harry didn't even know. He didn't know what to say. "Happy anniversary," he said softly after a moment, his legs spreading wider.
Draco brought his hands together, fingers sliding over Harry’s cock and the other reached for lube. "Yes, our anniversary," he said. "I hate how it started, but I am glad you are mine."
"Yours," Harry moaned, his feeling mixed about their past so he focused on the present.
Draco uncapped the lube, slicking his fingers while lowering his mouth to lick the flat of his tongue up the underside of Harry's cock.
Harry's head fell back as his hand slid over the sheets of their bed, his fingers gripping the cotton. "Yes..." he whispered, lifting his hips.
Draco licked around the head of his lover's cock, teasing the ridge as he slid a slick finger against his entrance.
"Don't tease," Harry groaned, trying to press down on the finger and thrust up into his mouth.
"I like teasing," Draco said, blowing on the wet crown of Harry's cock. "It's called foreplay," he added with a smirk, as he pressed another in with the first.
"Fuck foreplay," Harry gasped, shuddering at both the cool air on his sensitive skin and the next finger.
Draco laughed, sliding his mouth down Harry's cock, sucking as he pressed another finger and twisting to press his prostate.
Harry cried out, his body arching sharply at both bits of pleasure. "God, more!"
Draco sucked, sliding his mouth up and down Harry's shaft and pumping his fingers at the same time.
Harry whimpered and moved with Draco, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. "Draco," he gasped after a few minutes, pulling at the sheets. "Fuck me!"
Draco hummed around the flesh in his mouth before letting it gently slide out, withdrawing his fingers as well and sitting back up to look at Harry. "So eager and demanding..." he said, but smiled as he reached to lube his own cock.
Harry's face flushed redder, sucking his lip into his mouth as he watched Draco. "Only for you," he whispered.
"Yes, mine," Draco agreed, reaching to pull Harry's legs up and settle them over his shoulders, gripping his thighs as he pushed inside.
Harry groaned at the position, Draco's cock sliding deeply inside him. "Fuck," he whispered, his head tossed to the side as he got used to the feeling.
"You said hard, right?" Draco asked with a wicked grin as he gasped from the sensation.
"As hard as you can," Harry murmured with a smile, lifting his hips with a small moan.
Draco grinned and then flexed his hips, pulling back before thrusting forward again. He began a combination of rocking and thrusting and was soon pounding into Harry with loud smacking sounds.
Harry's moans increased in volume as Draco fucked him harder, his face scrunched up from the amount of pleasure he was receiving. He hooked his ankles together behind Draco's neck and held on, his hips lifting with each thrust from the intensity.
"Yes, baby, I love fucking you," Draco growled, moving faster as he did. "And you love it, you love me inside you!"
"I...I love it," was all Harry was able to whimper, his body trembling as Draco sped up.
"Touch yourself," Draco gasped, sweat pouring down his body as he slammed into Harry. "Fucking come for me, baby."
Harry barely managed to grip his cock before he was coming, harder than he had in a long time, a yell of pleasure making Harry's magic lose control.
Draco was coming, but while that was good, it was only part of the sensation as Harry's magic crackled over and around him. He wasn't even aware of his own shout as he threw his head back, cock buried inside the other man and fingers digging into Harry's thighs.
Harry shuddered and his body arched off the bed. He felt the slight pain of Draco's fingers and he knew there would be bruises, but he'd wear them proudly.
"Yes, yes," Draco gasped, chin against his own chest as he caught his breath and still held Harry. He kissed the man's calves near his face. "Fantastic," he whispered.
"Better than fantastic," Harry mumbled, his legs feeling stiff, but the rest of him feeling satisfied.
Draco finally managed to pull back and gently ease Harry's legs down to the bed, still looking at him with amazement as he crawled up beside him.
Harry stretched his legs and wiggled his hips, smiling at being a bit sore from the good, hard fuck. He turned on his side, facing Draco, and snuggled close. "Congratulations," he whispered again.
"Mmm, yes, I am very lucky," Draco whispered, and then kissed him.
Harry kissed him back softly, reaching to comb his fingers through Draco's sweaty hair.
Chapter Title: Walpurgis Night
Words: 2885 Words
Draco could hold Harry all day, but holding the pose Mark had them in wasn't entirely comfortable. His nose itched and he wrinkled it, still staring into Harry's eyes as they sat facing and with arms around each other.
Harry grinned, wishing he could lean in and kiss his lover’s nose. He was surprised that Draco hadn't complained much, not yet at least.
"I wish to move," Draco said finally when he didn't think he could take it anymore.
Mark looked up, startled. "Oh, yeah, I guess I haven't given you guys a break in a while, have I? Sorry, I was just getting caught up in what I’m doing."
Draco huffed and fell back on the floor with a sigh and rubbed his nose
Harry laughed, lying down next to him to relax for a minute. "How's it look?" he asked a moment later, jumping up and going over to Mark, trying to look at the paper.
Mark pulled the page down. "No peeking," he said. "You know how I feel about that!"
Harry pouted, leaning over his shoulder still. "I thought you'd give up one day. Or at least I'd be fast enough."
"Nope," Mark said, and shooed him away. "If anyone could, it would be you, but nope."
"No fair," Harry huffed, moving around and sitting down on the floor again. He turned and crawled over Draco, sitting down on his hips. "Have you got your nose itched properly?"
Draco smirked. "No, I think I need help," he said.
"Has it gotten so bad that you can't even reach your nose?" Harry joked, leaning down to nudge his nose against Draco's.
Draco, of course, used it as an opportunity to grab Harry's hair and bring him down for a kiss.
Harry mmphed in surprise against Draco's lips, shifting on top of him as he kissed him back.
Draco's fingers laced deep in his lover's dark hair and he sucked on Harry's lips.
Harry pulled back to take a deep breath, looking into Draco's eyes. "Got that itch..." he whispered, slowly moving back so he could lie on the floor next to him. He licked his lips and glanced up at Mark.
Draco gasped as Harry climbed off him, thinking now he had another itch he wanted to scratch.
Mark watched them, his gaze a bit hungry as his eyes met Harry's.
Harry glanced down, his hair falling into his face before he slowly looked up again, shaking the hair out of his eyes and pushing it back. "You want to finish it?"
"Umm," Mark said, drawing forgotten for a moment, and then he blushed. "Sure," he said.
Harry smiled softly. "If you're ready to go on..." he said, glancing at both Draco and Mark.
"Sure I can't just lie here on the floor?" Draco asked. Harry on top, his brain added.
Harry laughed softly, glancing at Mark to see his answer. "Shouldn’t have crawled on top of him."
Mark shrugged and uncovered his sketch pad again. "Okay, ready when you two are," he said, smile crooked.
"Sit up, Draco," Harry said, moving into position.
Draco huffed but did, then frowned at Harry's use of his real name. "David poses for drawings, Draco does not," he said pointedly.
Harry blushed, nodding slowly. "David," he corrected.
Draco got back into position, giving Harry a quick kiss and then trying to relax his face into the serious expression Mark wanted.
Harry smiled, glancing at Mark before looking at Draco and relaxing his face for the drawing. His arms slid around Draco, his magic beginning to tingle again.
"Careful," Draco whispered without moving his lips.
Harry blinked, not even noticing. He tried to control it, his arms shaking slightly as he took a deep breath.
Draco took deep breaths, relaxing into the position. The most difficult part was not smiling as he looking into those amazing green eyes. "I love you," he whispered through mostly closed lips again.
"I love you, too," Harry replied, not managing to not move his lips. He smiled, his cheeks colouring.
***
Harry was watching telly from where he sat on their small couch, waiting for Draco to finish cooking whatever he was fixing for lunch. He yawned and glanced at the door, remembering that the post was supposed to come around that time. He got up and opened the door, padding down the stairs and pulling the small bulk of post out of the box. Walking back up to their flat, he checked through the envelopes, looking for what they were. That's when he saw one for David Morgan from the Culinary Institute of America. Harry dropped the rest of the post on the table beside the door and ran into the kitchen, already hopping up and down in excitement.
Magic shivered over his skin and Draco turned, sliding crepes onto plates for them. "What?" he asked, amusement in his expression.
"Open it!" Harry said, waving the envelope in Draco's face.
Draco blinked and reached for the envelope. "What is it?"
"Just open it!" Harry replied, still bouncing. "Go on...it's from the institute..."
Draco smirked and nodded, hands trembling just a touch as he peeled open the envelope and pulled out the letter, slowly unfolding.
"Faster," Harry whispered, breathing fast as he watched Draco's face to see his reaction.
Draco's face didn't give away the contents, impassive despite his hammering heart as he handed it to Harry.
Harry took it, his eyes scanning the paper quickly. He gasped softly and looked up at Draco again. "You..." Harry dropped the paper and launched himself at Draco, his arms wrapping around his neck as he attempted to jump onto him. "You got in! You did it, you got in!"
"With a scholarship," Draco said softly, still in shock.
"Do you know what this means?" Harry said happily, leaning back to look at Draco.
"That I will be learning to be a better cook?" the blond asked with a small smile.
"Not that you aren't already now, but yes. You're finally doing what you want," Harry answered, smiling brightly. "Congratulations."
"Being with you is doing what I want," Draco said, reaching to Harry's waist and pulling him close. He bent to tenderly kiss the other man.
"But now you have this as well," Harry whispered against his lips, brushing his fingers over Draco's cheek.
"Yes," Draco said softly, smiling and trembling a bit at the soft caress. "And what do you want, love?"
"I want you to be happy," Harry said softly, smiling.
"I am," Draco said, sounding surprised as he reached to caress Harry's face, fingers sliding along his lover's jaw.
"Then I have what I want," Harry said quietly. "I don't need anything else."
"I don't want you to have to wash dishes," Draco said, sighing.
"I...I don't know what else to do," Harry admitted softly.
Draco cocked his head. "When you thought you were a Muggle, before Hogwarts, what did you want to do?"
"I was young, I wasn't sure of what I wanted to do," Harry murmured.
"I want to make enough money so that you can do whatever you like," Draco said, beginning to walk Harry backwards towards their bedroom.
"At the restaurant, I feel needed," Harry said softly, walking back with him.
"I need you," Draco said, leading Harry into the bedroom.
"And I need you. And if I have to wash dishes for the rest of my life, so be it," Harry said.
Draco frowned at that. "Not what I want," he said. "I want you to have something that you enjoy doing."
"I have to find something first," Harry said. "And what if this is it?"
"What, being a kept man by your lover wouldn't be good for you?" Draco teased, now laying gentle kisses along Harry's jaw.
Harry blushed softly, tilting his head to the side. "Don't worry about me, Draco."
"I like worrying about you," Draco whispered against Harry's ear, licking along the curve of it.
Harry's eyes slowly fell shut, a small shudder going through his body. "Don't worry," he whispered again, sitting down on the bed behind him.
Draco pressed him down, bringing Harry onto his back as he began to suck on the man's neck, his body covering his lover's.
Harry moaned, almost feeling the blood being sucked to the surface of his skin. "This...this is how you celebrate..."
"You know it is," Draco whispered against his skin. "Is there anything I would rather do?"
"No, I want this," Harry replied quietly, reaching down to hook his fingers in the old sweatpants that he wore, pushing them down.
Draco smiled, standing up and looking down at the man so eager for him. He unbuttoned the jeans he was wearing, sliding them quickly over his hips and down long legs to kick them aside, and then tossed his shirt aside as well.
Harry kicked away the sweat bottoms and underwear, pulling his shirt over his head. "I hope the food stays warm," he whispered, moving back on the bed.
"You hungry?" Draco asked, raising his eyebrows. His eyes had darkened with desire and he was gently stroking his own arousal as he looked at Harry.
"For you," Harry said quietly, his eyes trailing down Draco's body and stopping on his hand.
"Well, you can have whatever you want," Draco said, voice low and the corners of his mouth pulling up.
"I want you to want me," Harry said quietly, looking up into Draco's eyes. "Now..."
"I always want you," Draco answered, eyes flickering over his lover's body and then down to his own arousal.
"Show me," Harry answered, feeling his body flush under Draco's gaze.
"Come here," Draco said, stepping closer to the bed.
Harry watched him silently before he decided to crawl over, his eyes shining brightly as he moved.
"Yesss," Draco hissed, watching his lover crawl, eyes feasting on the sight of him.
Harry stopped and sat back in on his heels, quickly feeling his body flush even more. "Please, more than just watching..."
Draco reached for him, pulling Harry's body flush against his own with a moan of delight.
Harry melted in Draco's arms, completely forgetting anything else. "Draco," he whispered.
"Yes, love," Draco answered, kissing him tenderly as his hands slid down the lean muscles of Harry's back.
"I love you," Harry said, running his hands slowly over Draco's skin. "And...think of this as my way of showing you how happy I really am for you."
"Show me," Draco encouraged, fingers kneading the muscles of Harry's naked back.
Harry leant up and kissed Draco hard, not letting go of complete control of his magic, but letting Draco get a feel of the power that hummed through his body. He ran his hand around Draco's hip and gripped his erection at the same moment.
Draco's legs trembled, standing beside the bed with his lover's hand caressing his arousal. "Oh, baby," he sighed.
"Come onto the bed with me," Harry whispered softly, stroking him as he moved back a bit.
The blond readily climbed onto the bed.
Harry continued to stroke him as he moved to lie down on the bed, pulling Draco with him.
Draco lay down beside his lover, touching him gently and gasping at Harry's hands on him.
Harry leant in to whisper into Draco's hair. "Fuck me. Hard enough so I'll be able to feel you for days," he demanded quietly, his hand twisting on his lover’s cock.
Draco grinned, cock twitching in response, and rolling over atop Harry.
Harry smirked, reaching to brush the hair out of Draco's eyes. "I thought you'd like that."
Draco straddled Harry, his cock pressing against his lover's. "Yes, I do," he whispered. "Spread your legs, baby."
Harry shivered and opened his legs, looking up at Draco. "I like when you call me that..."
Draco smiled softly at him. "You do," he agreed. "Why?"
"I feel loved," Harry admitted with a blush.
"You are loved," Draco whispered, moving his legs to kneel between his lover's thighs. "I love you more than anything," he said.
Harry closed his eyes as Draco spoke, the colour spreading throughout his face. "I love being yours," he said, opening his eyes and looking at him.
"A year now," Draco whispered, hands sliding down Harry's sides and over his hips.
Harry's skin broke out in goose pimples, his hips rising and falling slowly. "Has it really been that long?”
"Yes. Walpurgis Night, first of May," Draco said, hands caressing Harry's inner thighs now. "That's when He gave you to me," he said.
Harry didn't even know. He didn't know what to say. "Happy anniversary," he said softly after a moment, his legs spreading wider.
Draco brought his hands together, fingers sliding over Harry’s cock and the other reached for lube. "Yes, our anniversary," he said. "I hate how it started, but I am glad you are mine."
"Yours," Harry moaned, his feeling mixed about their past so he focused on the present.
Draco uncapped the lube, slicking his fingers while lowering his mouth to lick the flat of his tongue up the underside of Harry's cock.
Harry's head fell back as his hand slid over the sheets of their bed, his fingers gripping the cotton. "Yes..." he whispered, lifting his hips.
Draco licked around the head of his lover's cock, teasing the ridge as he slid a slick finger against his entrance.
"Don't tease," Harry groaned, trying to press down on the finger and thrust up into his mouth.
"I like teasing," Draco said, blowing on the wet crown of Harry's cock. "It's called foreplay," he added with a smirk, as he pressed another in with the first.
"Fuck foreplay," Harry gasped, shuddering at both the cool air on his sensitive skin and the next finger.
Draco laughed, sliding his mouth down Harry's cock, sucking as he pressed another finger and twisting to press his prostate.
Harry cried out, his body arching sharply at both bits of pleasure. "God, more!"
Draco sucked, sliding his mouth up and down Harry's shaft and pumping his fingers at the same time.
Harry whimpered and moved with Draco, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. "Draco," he gasped after a few minutes, pulling at the sheets. "Fuck me!"
Draco hummed around the flesh in his mouth before letting it gently slide out, withdrawing his fingers as well and sitting back up to look at Harry. "So eager and demanding..." he said, but smiled as he reached to lube his own cock.
Harry's face flushed redder, sucking his lip into his mouth as he watched Draco. "Only for you," he whispered.
"Yes, mine," Draco agreed, reaching to pull Harry's legs up and settle them over his shoulders, gripping his thighs as he pushed inside.
Harry groaned at the position, Draco's cock sliding deeply inside him. "Fuck," he whispered, his head tossed to the side as he got used to the feeling.
"You said hard, right?" Draco asked with a wicked grin as he gasped from the sensation.
"As hard as you can," Harry murmured with a smile, lifting his hips with a small moan.
Draco grinned and then flexed his hips, pulling back before thrusting forward again. He began a combination of rocking and thrusting and was soon pounding into Harry with loud smacking sounds.
Harry's moans increased in volume as Draco fucked him harder, his face scrunched up from the amount of pleasure he was receiving. He hooked his ankles together behind Draco's neck and held on, his hips lifting with each thrust from the intensity.
"Yes, baby, I love fucking you," Draco growled, moving faster as he did. "And you love it, you love me inside you!"
"I...I love it," was all Harry was able to whimper, his body trembling as Draco sped up.
"Touch yourself," Draco gasped, sweat pouring down his body as he slammed into Harry. "Fucking come for me, baby."
Harry barely managed to grip his cock before he was coming, harder than he had in a long time, a yell of pleasure making Harry's magic lose control.
Draco was coming, but while that was good, it was only part of the sensation as Harry's magic crackled over and around him. He wasn't even aware of his own shout as he threw his head back, cock buried inside the other man and fingers digging into Harry's thighs.
Harry shuddered and his body arched off the bed. He felt the slight pain of Draco's fingers and he knew there would be bruises, but he'd wear them proudly.
"Yes, yes," Draco gasped, chin against his own chest as he caught his breath and still held Harry. He kissed the man's calves near his face. "Fantastic," he whispered.
"Better than fantastic," Harry mumbled, his legs feeling stiff, but the rest of him feeling satisfied.
Draco finally managed to pull back and gently ease Harry's legs down to the bed, still looking at him with amazement as he crawled up beside him.
Harry stretched his legs and wiggled his hips, smiling at being a bit sore from the good, hard fuck. He turned on his side, facing Draco, and snuggled close. "Congratulations," he whispered again.
"Mmm, yes, I am very lucky," Draco whispered, and then kissed him.
Harry kissed him back softly, reaching to comb his fingers through Draco's sweaty hair.