Harry Potter and The White Queen (BP3)
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Gifts
Chapter Number/Total:24/49
Chapter Title: Gifts
Words: 2965 Words
It had been quite a day - well, quite a week really. Bill and Fleur had been staying with them so that Fleur could help (meaning boss around) Harry and Draco with the final planning. Decorators had been there all week long and countless other people, who Fleur insisted were doing something to do with the wedding, although Harry wasn't quite sure what that was.
Ginny, Neville and Luna had arrived from Hogwarts early in the day to get fitted for dress robes. It helped that Professor McGonagall had agreed to lead the ceremony. Luna was much more subdued than usual, but with prodding from Harry and the others, she had started enjoying herself. All of their wedding party was there for a nice dinner in the evening before the day of the wedding and Harry and Draco had handed out their gifts to them happily.
It had been a nice day, albeit a very tiring one, but Harry was still very excited. Draco's new construct had come the previous week, looking absolutely perfect. It had taken every ounce of willpower Harry'd had to keep it from him for so long.
He couldn't keep the smile off his face when he and Draco had said goodnight to their guests and headed to their own rooms.
He turned to Draco now, still smiling.
"Give me a minute," Draco said, disappearing into the bathroom.
Harry smiled and nodded, stuffing hands into his pockets and dancing around weirdly with his legs while Draco was in the bathroom. He was so happy right in that moment, he didn't think anything could ruin his mood.
Draco opened the door to see Harry doing some sort of weird jig. He leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest, and smirked. He had stripped while in the bathroom and was now wearing only a black, silk dressing gown, which parted a bit to show his legs when he leaned on the door.
Harry turned and saw Draco staring at him. He stopped dancing and laughed. "Oh, didn't know you were back," he said, grinning widely.
"You are ... amazing," Draco said in a way that seemed to imply amusing, one eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face.
"I know," Harry said happily, eyeing Draco's legs. He looked back up at him. "I have a surprise for you," he said, grinning again.
"And I have a gift for you." Draco smiled, enjoying his lover's appraisal.
"You first," Harry said, his eyes glittering.
"Oh, me first." Draco smirked, strutting across the room and standing before his lover. He looked him in the eyes. "Take your shirt off and close your eyes," he said.
Harry raised an eyebrow and smirked, too. He reached down, grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, trying to make as much of a show out of it as possible before throwing it out of the way and closing his eyes, smiling.
Draco pulled the pendant from his pocket and slipped the chain over Harry's head. Then he leaned in and gently kissed him.
Harry kissed Draco back softly, feeling the chain around his neck. He opened his eyes and smiled at Draco for a second before looking down at his chest and lifting hands to the pendant there. He grinned happily at what he saw. Depicted was a lion on top of a dragon, in white and yellow gold like their wedding rings. It was perfect. "I love it," Harry said quietly, looking up at Draco with a wide smile. "It's beautiful."
"This image of the Lion topping the Dragon is just for you." Draco smirked. "I had in mind something a bit less suggestive for the public."
Harry laughed quietly and pulled Draco down for a kiss.
"Mmm," Draco hummed into his lover's mouth, slipping his arm around him and pulling him close.
Harry rested his hands against Draco's jaw and kissed him slowly for a few long moments, but then pulled his lips away gently. "Want mine now?" he whispered laying another gentle kiss to Draco's lips.
Draco raised both eyebrows and nodded. He was thinking about what he wanted from Harry, and it wasn't the gift he'd mentioned.
"Okay," Harry said quietly, pulling away from Draco completely and taking his hand to lead them into their bedroom. "Get on the bed, please" he said, grinning at Draco.
Draco allowed his robe to slide from his shoulders. It slithered down his body and pooled at his feet. Then he looked over his shoulder and smiled at his lover before climbing onto the bed and stretching out on it.
Harry shook his head, but appreciated the view. He walked over to Draco and bent to kiss him. "You may want to sit up," he said. "You can take that position after I've given you your gift." He laughed quietly and pulled his face away, standing and staring at Draco.
Draco did as he was told, smirking at the promise in his lover's words and gaze. He sat looking up at him, construct hand resting on the bed and the other in his lap.
Harry grinned. "Your turn to close your eyes," he said, walking away to get Draco's new hand from where he had hidden it.
Draco closed his eyes, feeling relaxed and happy.
Harry took out the nice wooden box lined with black velvet that the hand had come in, walked back over to the bed, and set it gently upon it. He figured he should take the rest of his clothes off and did before climbing atop the mattress and sitting cross-legged in front of Draco, the box in his own lap. "Okay, you can open them now," he said, eyes sparkling again.
Draco opened his grey eyes to the sight of his lover sitting naked in front of him. Certainly one of his favourite views. It took him a little longer to notice the box in his lap.
Harry smiled and held the box out a bit. "I hope you like it," he said, knowing full well that Draco would.
Arching one eyebrow, Draco took the box from Harry, laying it in his own lap. He had absolutely no idea what the other man would give him. He paused a moment, looking at the twinkle in those green eyes before he unlatched the box and lifted the lid. It took him a moment to understand what he was looking at. It looked like a beautiful sculpture of a hand. It was silver in colour and about the same length as his ... construct. His eyes widened when he realised that it was a construct. He reached his hand in the box and lifted it out. It was done so well he could barely see the articulation of the joints.
Harry's smile grew as Draco took the construct out of its box, and he sat waiting for him to say something.
Draco laid the hand carefully back in the box and then Summoned his wand. He removed the old construct, allowing it to fall to the bed. He smiled at Harry as he said, "Pick it up and hold it for me."
Harry picked up the hand for Draco, feeling like he'd never smiled so much in his life.
Draco was shaking a bit when he held the stump of his arm out to the end of the silver hand. He took his wand and cast the charm to attach it. He gasped when it did, his eyes going wide. He held his silver-hand up in front of his face, flexing the fingers and watching them move. "Harry, I can FEEL it," he said with wonder.
Harry reached his own hand out and pressed it, palm to palm, against Draco's new hand. "Can you?" he asked quietly, watching Draco's face.
"Gods, I can feel you with it!" he said, his voice sounding almost like a small child's in his delight.
Harry felt like his heart was swelling as he watched Draco's reaction. "It's warm," he said, hand still pressed to the construct.
Draco laced his silver-fingers through Harry's, grasping his lover's hand. Then he brought it to his face, running their combined fingers against his cheek. "It is, it really is," he said.
Harry nodded, ecstatic that Fleur had given him this idea and thinking that he would very much like to thank her the next time he saw her. "You like it then?" he asked quietly.
"Are you kidding, Harry? It's like having my hand back," Draco said, and then found himself suddenly with tears running down his face.
Harry picked the box up and set it aside before moving forward and then pulling Draco to him tightly. "Good," he whispered into his ear.
Draco sniffed, burying his face in Harry's hair and then, hesitantly at first, wrapping both arms around him. He groaned when the construct touched Harry's skin.
Harry squeezed Draco tighter, the construct warm against him. He could hardly tell the difference between it and his real hand. "It feels just like you," he whispered.
"Harry, it's amazing," Draco said, voice nearly choking with his feelings. "I want to ... touch you with it," he said hesitantly.
"You can do whatever you like," Harry said, pulling away gently and smiling softly at Draco. "I want you to."
Draco's face was wet with tears and his eyes were shining as he looked at Harry. "I can't believe you did this," he said. "It's so beautiful."
Harry reached a hand up and wiped beneath Draco's eyes. "Nothing less for you," he said quietly.
Draco smiled, his eyes suddenly getting that wicked gleam in them as he raised his eyebrows. "Lie down, Harry," he whispered.
Harry smile was half a smirk as he did as told, stretching himself out before Draco and staring up at him in delight, feeling warm everywhere.
Draco slid one leg over Harry, so that he straddled his waist, still grinning as he looked down at him. He leaned forward, bracing himself on his right hand while he reached his silver-hand out to cup Harry's cheek, sliding warm silver fingers over his skin.
"Mmmm," Harry hummed. "Feels good," he said truthfully. It really did feel like Draco's actual hand.
Draco slid those fingers over Harry's lips, feeling their warmth and texture. He watched the magic in the hand as he did. It was layered in multiple charms. As skilled as the sculpting was, the magic involved was equally, if not more, complicated. Besides a Warming Charm, that seemed to be linked to his body temperature, there were multiple Movement and Sensory Charms. He slid the hand down Harry's throat, lost in both the feeling of the hand and the magic that emanated from it.
Harry hummed again and watched Draco through half-closed eyes, feeling so relaxed and happy. And the construct was gorgeous and somehow powerful-looking on Draco. It was amazingly wonderful.
Sitting up again, Draco lay both hands on Harry's shoulders and slid them down his body feeling skin, bone, and muscle under his hands. There were subtle differences in the way both hands felt things. They were differences only someone who was a sensitive like him would feel. The flesh hand used nerves to translate the touch, but the silver-hand used Draco's own magical field to convey the touch. Because of his own gift, it actually made the touch more powerful.
Harry let Draco touch him, sighing quietly and happily as he did. "Gorgeous," he whispered.
Draco's hands had reached Harry's nipples and he circled those delicate points with the tips of his fingers. He gasped at the sensations as the nipples hardened under his touch.
Harry bit his lip and moved into Draco's touch. It had been so long since Draco had been able to give him equal attention in places on his body. It was always first this, then this next, but now it was simultaneous again and was twice as good.
Draco smirked, feeling like he had the first time he gotten a broom. He remembered testing it out and loving the feel of both what he was doing and the magic doing it. He took his index fingers and thumbs and gently pinched those hardened nipples, pulling slightly and watching Harry's reaction.
Harry gasped and twitched, smiling up at Draco with his mouth open very slightly as his breathing sped up.
"Yes," Draco purred. "This works very well, doesn't it?" He released Harry's nipples and then continued swirling his finger tips down his chest and belly. Draco could even feel the small scattering of hair on the other man's chest. More hair started at Harry's navel and Draco used silver fingers to gently tug on it, feeling its texture.
Harry gave a very short, quiet moan and nodded. "Yes, works very well," he said, watching Draco's hand on him.
Draco grinned, lifting himself and sliding back so that he knelt between Harry's open legs. He laid hands on either side of Harry, feeling the muscle and bone that made that gorgeous ridge of his hips. Then he slid the silver-hand inward, returning to those lovely black curls and following their trail to Harry's cock.
Harry's breathing sped up even more as Draco's hand moved closer and closer to his cock, and when it finally made contact, he hissed though his teeth and arched up.
Draco grinned, wrapping silver fingers around that warm shaft and gently feeling the soft skin covering the hardened flesh. He could even feel the pulsing of Harry's heartbeat in the contact. He slipped the hand up, letting the silver thumb gently slide over the soft glans, wetting the pad of the thumb with the pre-come there. Draco moaned at the sensation, his own cock already leaking as well.
Harry hissed again. "Draco," he moaned, not wanting to rush him, but not being able to resist a little begging.
"Mmm?" Draco hummed, his attention completely on Harry's erection and the sensations he was feeling in his new hand. He began to stroke the man's cock, flesh on silver sliding smoother than normal.
Harry moaned and threw his head back. Was it possible that this new hand made wanking feel even better? It certainly felt like it was possible.
"Oh, yes," Draco purred. "That does feel good, doesn't it?" His own breathing sped up as Harry's magic began to react to his arousal.
"Yes," Harry gasped, responding to both Draco's touch, and his question. "Yes, Draco."
Draco grinned, Summoning his wand while keeping up the slide of the silver-hand. He used the wand to cast a Lube Charm and groaned at the sensation of the lubed silver-fingers against Harry's shaft. He set his wand aside and brought his right hand down to cup Harry's balls. Gods, he had missed being able to do that.
"Fuck," Harry moaned. "Yes, Draco!" He thrust up into Draco's hands, Merlin, both his hands. He hadn't realised how much he'd missed Draco's left hand.
Laughing happily at Harry's response, Draco moved up closer, pressing his knees to the backs of Harry's thighs and his hips forward until he could bring his own cock against Harry's. The next time he slid the silver hand up, he brought it back down over both their cocks and gasped at the feeling.
"Merlin, yes, Draco!" Harry cried, thrusting down into Draco's hand. "Please, make me come!"
"Yes!" Draco cried, the feeling of touching Harry with both hands and his cock overwhelming after so long without it. He stroked faster, knowing that when Harry came, he would too.
Harry gasped, spreading his legs open wider for Draco and tossing his head. "Oh, fuck, fuck!" he cried, feeling the pleasure building. "Fuck!" it was a whine now, his voice higher.
Draco was thrusting with his hips now as his hand slid over their cocks, pressing them together. His balls gently slapped against Harry's as he moved his hips. Draco moved his right hand down and pressed fingers against Harry's opening, the tip of his index finger just entering him.
"YES!" Harry let out, half a groan, half a growl. Just that little bit was all he needed and he was shooting come over Draco's hand and his own stomach. He groaned and arched, pumping himself weakly into Draco's hand until he was spent.
Harry's magic flared and his hot come coated Draco's cock and hand, bringing Draco along with him. He arched his back, his cock pressed into Harry's as they came. Then he was dizzy, shoulders slumped and chin resting on his chest as he panted.
Harry slid hands across his own skin, smearing his and Draco's come over it, still on high from his orgasm.
Draco chuckled, watching with half-closed eyes as his lover played with their combined seed. He slid his silver-hand up to join Harry's hands.
Harry smiled and made sure to touch Draco's hand, loving that he could do so now without making Draco uncomfortable. "Perfect," he whispered.
"Yes, you are," Draco said with a smile, sliding his fingers against Harry's, caressing them. "I think we will both enjoy your gift to me," he said.
"Me, too," Harry said slyly, smirking. "It's brilliant."
Draco reached for his wand with his right hand and did a Cleaning Charm for both of them. Then he laid down on Harry's left side, so that he could rest his new hand on Harry's chest. He reached up and touched the pendant with it. "The lion and the dragon." He smiled. "Tomorrow we marry."
Harry smiled, too. "Whoever would have thought?"
"Only dreamed, but not believed," Draco said, sighing contently as he closed his eyes.
Harry closed his eyes too, sliding an arm around to hold Draco to him. "Believe it now, because I'm not going anywhere," he said.
Chapter Title: Gifts
Words: 2965 Words
It had been quite a day - well, quite a week really. Bill and Fleur had been staying with them so that Fleur could help (meaning boss around) Harry and Draco with the final planning. Decorators had been there all week long and countless other people, who Fleur insisted were doing something to do with the wedding, although Harry wasn't quite sure what that was.
Ginny, Neville and Luna had arrived from Hogwarts early in the day to get fitted for dress robes. It helped that Professor McGonagall had agreed to lead the ceremony. Luna was much more subdued than usual, but with prodding from Harry and the others, she had started enjoying herself. All of their wedding party was there for a nice dinner in the evening before the day of the wedding and Harry and Draco had handed out their gifts to them happily.
It had been a nice day, albeit a very tiring one, but Harry was still very excited. Draco's new construct had come the previous week, looking absolutely perfect. It had taken every ounce of willpower Harry'd had to keep it from him for so long.
He couldn't keep the smile off his face when he and Draco had said goodnight to their guests and headed to their own rooms.
He turned to Draco now, still smiling.
"Give me a minute," Draco said, disappearing into the bathroom.
Harry smiled and nodded, stuffing hands into his pockets and dancing around weirdly with his legs while Draco was in the bathroom. He was so happy right in that moment, he didn't think anything could ruin his mood.
Draco opened the door to see Harry doing some sort of weird jig. He leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest, and smirked. He had stripped while in the bathroom and was now wearing only a black, silk dressing gown, which parted a bit to show his legs when he leaned on the door.
Harry turned and saw Draco staring at him. He stopped dancing and laughed. "Oh, didn't know you were back," he said, grinning widely.
"You are ... amazing," Draco said in a way that seemed to imply amusing, one eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face.
"I know," Harry said happily, eyeing Draco's legs. He looked back up at him. "I have a surprise for you," he said, grinning again.
"And I have a gift for you." Draco smiled, enjoying his lover's appraisal.
"You first," Harry said, his eyes glittering.
"Oh, me first." Draco smirked, strutting across the room and standing before his lover. He looked him in the eyes. "Take your shirt off and close your eyes," he said.
Harry raised an eyebrow and smirked, too. He reached down, grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, trying to make as much of a show out of it as possible before throwing it out of the way and closing his eyes, smiling.
Draco pulled the pendant from his pocket and slipped the chain over Harry's head. Then he leaned in and gently kissed him.
Harry kissed Draco back softly, feeling the chain around his neck. He opened his eyes and smiled at Draco for a second before looking down at his chest and lifting hands to the pendant there. He grinned happily at what he saw. Depicted was a lion on top of a dragon, in white and yellow gold like their wedding rings. It was perfect. "I love it," Harry said quietly, looking up at Draco with a wide smile. "It's beautiful."
"This image of the Lion topping the Dragon is just for you." Draco smirked. "I had in mind something a bit less suggestive for the public."
Harry laughed quietly and pulled Draco down for a kiss.
"Mmm," Draco hummed into his lover's mouth, slipping his arm around him and pulling him close.
Harry rested his hands against Draco's jaw and kissed him slowly for a few long moments, but then pulled his lips away gently. "Want mine now?" he whispered laying another gentle kiss to Draco's lips.
Draco raised both eyebrows and nodded. He was thinking about what he wanted from Harry, and it wasn't the gift he'd mentioned.
"Okay," Harry said quietly, pulling away from Draco completely and taking his hand to lead them into their bedroom. "Get on the bed, please" he said, grinning at Draco.
Draco allowed his robe to slide from his shoulders. It slithered down his body and pooled at his feet. Then he looked over his shoulder and smiled at his lover before climbing onto the bed and stretching out on it.
Harry shook his head, but appreciated the view. He walked over to Draco and bent to kiss him. "You may want to sit up," he said. "You can take that position after I've given you your gift." He laughed quietly and pulled his face away, standing and staring at Draco.
Draco did as he was told, smirking at the promise in his lover's words and gaze. He sat looking up at him, construct hand resting on the bed and the other in his lap.
Harry grinned. "Your turn to close your eyes," he said, walking away to get Draco's new hand from where he had hidden it.
Draco closed his eyes, feeling relaxed and happy.
Harry took out the nice wooden box lined with black velvet that the hand had come in, walked back over to the bed, and set it gently upon it. He figured he should take the rest of his clothes off and did before climbing atop the mattress and sitting cross-legged in front of Draco, the box in his own lap. "Okay, you can open them now," he said, eyes sparkling again.
Draco opened his grey eyes to the sight of his lover sitting naked in front of him. Certainly one of his favourite views. It took him a little longer to notice the box in his lap.
Harry smiled and held the box out a bit. "I hope you like it," he said, knowing full well that Draco would.
Arching one eyebrow, Draco took the box from Harry, laying it in his own lap. He had absolutely no idea what the other man would give him. He paused a moment, looking at the twinkle in those green eyes before he unlatched the box and lifted the lid. It took him a moment to understand what he was looking at. It looked like a beautiful sculpture of a hand. It was silver in colour and about the same length as his ... construct. His eyes widened when he realised that it was a construct. He reached his hand in the box and lifted it out. It was done so well he could barely see the articulation of the joints.
Harry's smile grew as Draco took the construct out of its box, and he sat waiting for him to say something.
Draco laid the hand carefully back in the box and then Summoned his wand. He removed the old construct, allowing it to fall to the bed. He smiled at Harry as he said, "Pick it up and hold it for me."
Harry picked up the hand for Draco, feeling like he'd never smiled so much in his life.
Draco was shaking a bit when he held the stump of his arm out to the end of the silver hand. He took his wand and cast the charm to attach it. He gasped when it did, his eyes going wide. He held his silver-hand up in front of his face, flexing the fingers and watching them move. "Harry, I can FEEL it," he said with wonder.
Harry reached his own hand out and pressed it, palm to palm, against Draco's new hand. "Can you?" he asked quietly, watching Draco's face.
"Gods, I can feel you with it!" he said, his voice sounding almost like a small child's in his delight.
Harry felt like his heart was swelling as he watched Draco's reaction. "It's warm," he said, hand still pressed to the construct.
Draco laced his silver-fingers through Harry's, grasping his lover's hand. Then he brought it to his face, running their combined fingers against his cheek. "It is, it really is," he said.
Harry nodded, ecstatic that Fleur had given him this idea and thinking that he would very much like to thank her the next time he saw her. "You like it then?" he asked quietly.
"Are you kidding, Harry? It's like having my hand back," Draco said, and then found himself suddenly with tears running down his face.
Harry picked the box up and set it aside before moving forward and then pulling Draco to him tightly. "Good," he whispered into his ear.
Draco sniffed, burying his face in Harry's hair and then, hesitantly at first, wrapping both arms around him. He groaned when the construct touched Harry's skin.
Harry squeezed Draco tighter, the construct warm against him. He could hardly tell the difference between it and his real hand. "It feels just like you," he whispered.
"Harry, it's amazing," Draco said, voice nearly choking with his feelings. "I want to ... touch you with it," he said hesitantly.
"You can do whatever you like," Harry said, pulling away gently and smiling softly at Draco. "I want you to."
Draco's face was wet with tears and his eyes were shining as he looked at Harry. "I can't believe you did this," he said. "It's so beautiful."
Harry reached a hand up and wiped beneath Draco's eyes. "Nothing less for you," he said quietly.
Draco smiled, his eyes suddenly getting that wicked gleam in them as he raised his eyebrows. "Lie down, Harry," he whispered.
Harry smile was half a smirk as he did as told, stretching himself out before Draco and staring up at him in delight, feeling warm everywhere.
Draco slid one leg over Harry, so that he straddled his waist, still grinning as he looked down at him. He leaned forward, bracing himself on his right hand while he reached his silver-hand out to cup Harry's cheek, sliding warm silver fingers over his skin.
"Mmmm," Harry hummed. "Feels good," he said truthfully. It really did feel like Draco's actual hand.
Draco slid those fingers over Harry's lips, feeling their warmth and texture. He watched the magic in the hand as he did. It was layered in multiple charms. As skilled as the sculpting was, the magic involved was equally, if not more, complicated. Besides a Warming Charm, that seemed to be linked to his body temperature, there were multiple Movement and Sensory Charms. He slid the hand down Harry's throat, lost in both the feeling of the hand and the magic that emanated from it.
Harry hummed again and watched Draco through half-closed eyes, feeling so relaxed and happy. And the construct was gorgeous and somehow powerful-looking on Draco. It was amazingly wonderful.
Sitting up again, Draco lay both hands on Harry's shoulders and slid them down his body feeling skin, bone, and muscle under his hands. There were subtle differences in the way both hands felt things. They were differences only someone who was a sensitive like him would feel. The flesh hand used nerves to translate the touch, but the silver-hand used Draco's own magical field to convey the touch. Because of his own gift, it actually made the touch more powerful.
Harry let Draco touch him, sighing quietly and happily as he did. "Gorgeous," he whispered.
Draco's hands had reached Harry's nipples and he circled those delicate points with the tips of his fingers. He gasped at the sensations as the nipples hardened under his touch.
Harry bit his lip and moved into Draco's touch. It had been so long since Draco had been able to give him equal attention in places on his body. It was always first this, then this next, but now it was simultaneous again and was twice as good.
Draco smirked, feeling like he had the first time he gotten a broom. He remembered testing it out and loving the feel of both what he was doing and the magic doing it. He took his index fingers and thumbs and gently pinched those hardened nipples, pulling slightly and watching Harry's reaction.
Harry gasped and twitched, smiling up at Draco with his mouth open very slightly as his breathing sped up.
"Yes," Draco purred. "This works very well, doesn't it?" He released Harry's nipples and then continued swirling his finger tips down his chest and belly. Draco could even feel the small scattering of hair on the other man's chest. More hair started at Harry's navel and Draco used silver fingers to gently tug on it, feeling its texture.
Harry gave a very short, quiet moan and nodded. "Yes, works very well," he said, watching Draco's hand on him.
Draco grinned, lifting himself and sliding back so that he knelt between Harry's open legs. He laid hands on either side of Harry, feeling the muscle and bone that made that gorgeous ridge of his hips. Then he slid the silver-hand inward, returning to those lovely black curls and following their trail to Harry's cock.
Harry's breathing sped up even more as Draco's hand moved closer and closer to his cock, and when it finally made contact, he hissed though his teeth and arched up.
Draco grinned, wrapping silver fingers around that warm shaft and gently feeling the soft skin covering the hardened flesh. He could even feel the pulsing of Harry's heartbeat in the contact. He slipped the hand up, letting the silver thumb gently slide over the soft glans, wetting the pad of the thumb with the pre-come there. Draco moaned at the sensation, his own cock already leaking as well.
Harry hissed again. "Draco," he moaned, not wanting to rush him, but not being able to resist a little begging.
"Mmm?" Draco hummed, his attention completely on Harry's erection and the sensations he was feeling in his new hand. He began to stroke the man's cock, flesh on silver sliding smoother than normal.
Harry moaned and threw his head back. Was it possible that this new hand made wanking feel even better? It certainly felt like it was possible.
"Oh, yes," Draco purred. "That does feel good, doesn't it?" His own breathing sped up as Harry's magic began to react to his arousal.
"Yes," Harry gasped, responding to both Draco's touch, and his question. "Yes, Draco."
Draco grinned, Summoning his wand while keeping up the slide of the silver-hand. He used the wand to cast a Lube Charm and groaned at the sensation of the lubed silver-fingers against Harry's shaft. He set his wand aside and brought his right hand down to cup Harry's balls. Gods, he had missed being able to do that.
"Fuck," Harry moaned. "Yes, Draco!" He thrust up into Draco's hands, Merlin, both his hands. He hadn't realised how much he'd missed Draco's left hand.
Laughing happily at Harry's response, Draco moved up closer, pressing his knees to the backs of Harry's thighs and his hips forward until he could bring his own cock against Harry's. The next time he slid the silver hand up, he brought it back down over both their cocks and gasped at the feeling.
"Merlin, yes, Draco!" Harry cried, thrusting down into Draco's hand. "Please, make me come!"
"Yes!" Draco cried, the feeling of touching Harry with both hands and his cock overwhelming after so long without it. He stroked faster, knowing that when Harry came, he would too.
Harry gasped, spreading his legs open wider for Draco and tossing his head. "Oh, fuck, fuck!" he cried, feeling the pleasure building. "Fuck!" it was a whine now, his voice higher.
Draco was thrusting with his hips now as his hand slid over their cocks, pressing them together. His balls gently slapped against Harry's as he moved his hips. Draco moved his right hand down and pressed fingers against Harry's opening, the tip of his index finger just entering him.
"YES!" Harry let out, half a groan, half a growl. Just that little bit was all he needed and he was shooting come over Draco's hand and his own stomach. He groaned and arched, pumping himself weakly into Draco's hand until he was spent.
Harry's magic flared and his hot come coated Draco's cock and hand, bringing Draco along with him. He arched his back, his cock pressed into Harry's as they came. Then he was dizzy, shoulders slumped and chin resting on his chest as he panted.
Harry slid hands across his own skin, smearing his and Draco's come over it, still on high from his orgasm.
Draco chuckled, watching with half-closed eyes as his lover played with their combined seed. He slid his silver-hand up to join Harry's hands.
Harry smiled and made sure to touch Draco's hand, loving that he could do so now without making Draco uncomfortable. "Perfect," he whispered.
"Yes, you are," Draco said with a smile, sliding his fingers against Harry's, caressing them. "I think we will both enjoy your gift to me," he said.
"Me, too," Harry said slyly, smirking. "It's brilliant."
Draco reached for his wand with his right hand and did a Cleaning Charm for both of them. Then he laid down on Harry's left side, so that he could rest his new hand on Harry's chest. He reached up and touched the pendant with it. "The lion and the dragon." He smiled. "Tomorrow we marry."
Harry smiled, too. "Whoever would have thought?"
"Only dreamed, but not believed," Draco said, sighing contently as he closed his eyes.
Harry closed his eyes too, sliding an arm around to hold Draco to him. "Believe it now, because I'm not going anywhere," he said.