Harry Potter and The Beloved Incubus (BP4)
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Truly, Deeply
Chapter Number/Total: 24/40
Chapter Title: Truly, Deeply
Words: 2469 Words
Harry was glad to be home. He felt mentally and physically exhausted. At this hour, everyone was probably still asleep. "We should go to our room," he said, handing the house-elf that had appeared his coat, gloves and hat.
Draco nodded, still holding onto Harry and Apparating them to their bedroom.
As soon as they were in the room Harry started undressing, but he paused when he felt his parents' wands in his pocket. He took them both out and stared at them. It was so strange to think that his parents had died so many years ago, but the wands he held had probably been used only the previous night. He sighed, walking over to his dresser and putting the wands inside his top drawer. It wasn't the most glamorous place to put them, but he liked the idea that he could keep them safe and close to him.
Draco smiled at him and then pulled the shrunken photograph out. He returned it to its normal size and held it out to his husband.
Harry turned his head and looked from the photo to Draco, taking it from him. "You took this?" he asked, looking down at himself and his parents smiling up at him. "I've never seen this one before."
"Yes," the blond answered, "and I suppose you couldn't have since I took it instead of leaving it behind."
"Yeah," Harry said quietly, tracing the frame with a finger. He looked back up at Draco and then put the photo in his drawer with the wands for the moment. It was difficult to find the correct words, so he remained silent and kissed Draco instead of saying anything.
Draco didn't have words for this either, so he held and kissed his husband. He could feel the round mound of Harry's belly between them, its solid presence reminding him of the child they would soon have.
Harry sighed quietly and stared at Draco as he pulled back, his arms around his neck. "Want to get undressed?" he asked, voice still quiet.
Draco nodded, stepping back and beginning to strip out of the Muggle clothing he had been wearing since yesterday.
Harry started undressing again. His back hurt and he winced a bit as he stripped himself of his many shirts. He got out of his shoes and the uncomfortable trousers and then pulled off his boxers as well. He shuffled over to the bed and climbed atop it, not bothering to remove his socks.
Draco smirked a bit at the sight of Harry - pregnant and wearing nothing but socks and that pendant. He set aside the last of his clothes and stood beside the bed. "Roll to your side and I will rub your back," he said.
Harry rolled quickly, thinking that having his back rubbed sounded very good.
Draco knelt beside Harry and began working strong, nimble fingers into the muscles and joints of Harry's spine.
Harry groaned quietly, closing his eyes and sighing.
Draco worked his way from Harry's shoulders down his spine, the sounds of Harry's sighs and groans as erotic to him as they were when they made love.
Harry sighed again. "What time is it, love?" he asked, arching a bit into Draco's touch.
"Still early," Draco said, working on Harry's lower back and buttocks.
Harry nodded, the feeling of Draco kneading his muscles very relaxing and comforting after such a hard night.
Draco continued the deep massage, working down his lover's arse to his thighs. He was waiting for the release he knew would come. He could feel the emotional tension in the man's body and knew from experience with him that it would not stay pent up indefinitely.
Harry covered his head and face with his arm. While the massage was enough to make him feel better, it wasn't enough to keep his mind blank. He couldn't help thinking about the night. He watched the scene in his mind of his parents and himself in their sitting room. He saw his father lying dead along with his mother. He saw the shaking form of Severus Snape and the look of despair in his eyes that was still hard to believe. He saw Dumbledore and thought about how he wasn't able to tell him about Sirius and how he wasn't able to even tell him about his own death. And he saw Sirius; Sirius's face distorted with pain and rage and betrayal, not knowing that he would be framed and thrown into Azkaban within the next two days. Harry was hardly aware that he was crying.
Draco heard the sobs and was relieved. He ran his hands soothingly up his lover's body and then lay down beside him, pressing against Harry's back and wrapping his arms around him.
Harry cried and it was strange because these things had happened long ago, but seeing them happen had been hard. He grasped Draco's arms and held them against his body tightly. "I have you," he whispered, still sobbing quietly. "I have you and I have the baby. I do have a family now and I've always wanted one of my own. I love you."
"Yes, we are a family," Draco agreed. "We have each other. And they loved you, they truly loved you."
Harry sniffed and nodded, still holding Draco's arms tightly.
"I love you with every beat of my heart and every breath I take," Draco whispered against his ear. "I wanted to protect the little boy you, too."
Harry smiled softly and let out a choked laugh. "He'll be okay," he said. "And pretty happy when he's older."
Draco ran his hand down that swelling belly, loving the feel of Harry's flesh and magic, along with that strong pulse of their child's.
Harry closed his eyes again, taking quiet deep breaths. "I love you," he whispered again.
Draco nuzzled the back of Harry's neck; the scent and taste of him making him shiver as much as the feel of his body against his own.
Harry let go of Draco’s arms with one hand to reach slightly behind him and run it down Draco's side and hip, feeling his skin and warmth.
"Mmm," Draco responded to his touch, licking and kissing his way up Harry's neck to his ear. He licked the shell and then blew hot breath across the wet skin.
Harry shivered and bit his lip gently, sliding his hand back up Draco's skin and then back further to his arse.
Draco pressed his hardening cock against his lover's arse as he gently bit his ear.
Harry let out half a quiet moan, pressing back against Draco, his own cock beginning to harden.
"Yes, my love," Draco purred in his ear, hand sliding down the curve of Harry's belly to the cock below.
Harry gasped and let the breath out of his open mouth slowly, pressing into Draco's touch.
Draco wrapped long fingers around his lover's erection as he rubbed his own along the cleft of Harry's arse. "I am going to fuck myself on your cock," he whispered.
Harry stomach flipped at those words and his cock hardened further, his lower half seeming to fill with heat. "Yes," he moaned, hand on Draco's arse tightening.
"I am going to take this hard heat into my body," Draco continued to whisper seductively in Harry's ear. "And you are going to fill me with your seed and your magic."
Harry gasped and moaned. "Merlin, yes, Draco," he said, eyes still closed as he allowed himself to feel.
Hard and leaking, Draco loved the way his now slick cock rubbed between Harry's arse cheeks. If he didn't need it so badly right now, he would fuck Harry instead. "And later," he added, "I am going to fuck you too, giving you my heat."
Harry groaned. "Fuck, yes," he panted, his cock twitching at Draco’s words.
The blond chuckled deeply at his husband's reaction. "Gods, I love this," he said. "I love the way you writhe under my touch and pant at my words. I love the way I feel inside you and you inside me. I love it when your eyes light up or when they go dark with desire. I love that your magic is so intense it compels me and so powerful it has filled you with our child. I love everything about you."
Harry smiled, hearing and feeling the truth of Draco's words.
Kissing the side of Harry's face, Draco rolled him gently toward himself and onto his back. Now looking down into those eyes, he ran his tongue over Harry's lips.
Harry opened his mouth for Draco, letting his tongue out to meet Draco's and moaning again. "I want you," he whispered, breaking the kiss and then moving forward again for another.
"Yes, I am yours," Draco answered, sealing his mouth over his lover's, his tongue twisting with his.
Merlin, Harry loved kissing Draco. There was nothing else like it in the world. He slid his tongue wetly along Draco's, into his mouth, licking and sucking.
Draco spent several minutes lost in the taste and feel of kissing his lover. The blond's erection was now pressed against Harry's side and his hand gently stroking his cock. Even Harry's breath mingling with his own sent shivers down his spine.
"Mmm," Harry moaned, moving his hips gently with Draco's strokes. "Draco," he whispered. "Draco, please."
"Yes, Harry," Draco whispered against his mouth. "As you desire."
Harry moaned again, loving the feeling of Draco against him, and with him, and surrounding him.
Draco kissed Harry's chin and began kissing his way down his jaw and then his neck.
Harry sucked in a breath, lifting his head and tilting it back to expose his throat. "Yes," he whispered, the slow movements and kisses making him feel like he was being seduced, although he certainly didn't need to be.
Draco's lips and tongue worked over the skin of Harry's neck and along his collar bone, continuing down his husband’s chest, nuzzling the few soft hairs there. He smiled as he saw the way those dark nipples were already pebbled in response to him and he sucked one gently into his mouth, running his tongue over that sensitive flesh.
"Yes," Harry moaned, burying a hand in Draco's hair. "Mmm, Draco, yes."
"Pull it, Harry," Draco said, his breath against Harry's wet nipple.
Harry hissed through his teeth and gripped the hair between his fingers. He held it tightly and pulled it, his cock throbbing.
"Yes," Draco hissed, taking Harry's other nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking it as well. He could feel the slickness of pre-come coating his lover's cock as his hand continued to stroke him, thumb caressing the crown on each stroke.
Harry was moaning loudly now, writhing beneath Draco. He was panting and arching and still pulling Draco's hair.
Every pull on his hair seemed to go straight to Draco's cock and he shuddered. He released Harry's cock and looked up at Harry's face. "I am going to ride you now, Harry," he said, voice almost hoarse with his desire.
"Fuck, yes," Harry hissed, his cock twitching in anticipation.
Draco chuckled deeply again. "Release my hair, so I can turn around," he told his husband.
Harry bit his lip tightly and let go of Draco's hair, reaching for the blankets instead.
Draco turned around, on hands and knees so that Harry could see him. "Touch me, prepare me," he said as he reached again for Harry's cock.
"Mmmm," Harry moaned, reaching for Draco's arse. He spread his own legs for his husband and pressed suddenly slick fingers against Draco's entrance, rubbing it before sliding his longest finger gently inside.
Draco groaned, trembling at Harry's touch and the feel of him pressing inside.
"So gorgeous," Harry whispered, pushing the finger in and out a few times before adding another and stroking Draco's prostate, wanting to hear him moan.
Draco shuddered, his head falling forward to rest on Harry's thigh, gasping and moaning.
"So gorgeous, so mine," Harry whispered, adding yet another finger. "I want to be inside you."
"Yes, yours," Draco gasped. "Inside me."
"Yours," Harry said, moving his fingers to get Draco ready for him. "All yours."
"Yes, want you inside me," Draco answered.
"Please," Harry gasped. "Take me, please." He removed his fingers now, panting heavily.
Draco crawled down, straddling his husband, facing toward his legs. He reached back to grasp the man's cock, positioning himself. Then with a moan, he sunk down onto him, feeling his lover's cock filling him.
"Merlin, yes!" Harry cried. Throwing his head back, he grasped Draco's sides tightly, gasping.
"Yes, you fill me," Draco responded, settling so that his balls pressed against his lover's body and he felt full and stretched. He panted a minute and then began to rock himself.
"Oh, fuck," Harry moaned, staring down at Draco. He was just as hot as he always was, even though Harry's own belly prevented him from seeing his cock sink into Draco's body.
"Yes, oh, yes," Draco chanted as he slid himself up and down his lover's cock, feeling the heat and power filling his body.
Harry accidentally dug his nails into Draco's skin and, as the fucking went on, the more sensitive his cock seemed to become. He was crying out with almost every single one of Draco's movements now.
Draco shuddered, the combined assault of Harry's magic, nails, and cock making him feel dizzy with sensation. "Fill me, please," he begged.
Harry clenched his teeth and thrust up into Draco, throwing his head back again as that last burst of powerful sensation had him coming, screaming Draco's name.
Harry's hot come and burning magic filled him. Draco screamed as it brought his own orgasm too. His body shuddered and clenched around Harry, his hands holding onto Harry's thighs and his head thrown back.
Harry lay panting, still gripping Draco's skin, and he gasped as Draco's orgasm made his arse clench around him. "Fuck," he let out in a very breathy, quiet whisper.
Draco dropped his chin to his chest, panting and trying to hold himself up. "Yes," he whispered.
"Please lay with me," Harry whispered, running his hands up from Draco's sides to slide over the slightly damp skin of his back.
Draco slowly bent forward, releasing Harry's cock from his body and then shakily climbing off him. He crawled up beside him and laid his head on Harry's chest and his hand on his belly.
Harry sighed happily and cradled Draco's head with his arm and hand, stroking his hair.
"Harry, is that movement under my hand?" Draco asked suddenly, his hand pressing into Harry's lower belly.
"What?" Harry asked quickly, going completely, deathly still, and then he felt it. His eyes widened. "He's kicking!" he said excitedly, smiling hugely. He jumped a little with the movement. "Feels odd and like he's kicking my insides, but he's kicking!"
Draco closed his eyes, hand pressed to Harry's belly, and he felt a ripple against it and that magic pulse with it. He didn't think he could have felt any happier than he had before, but this ... this was amazing. "Yes, he is," Draco said, voice full of wonder.
Harry laughed delightedly, feeling like he might possibly never stop smiling, just from this moment alone.
Draco opened his eyes and looked up at Harry's face, letting his wonder show in his expression. "Our son," he said quietly.
"Our son," Harry repeated, smiling down at Draco. He cupped his cheek with his hand.
Draco was so overwhelmed he was speechless. How could he possibly tell Harry how much this meant to him? It was beyond anything he had ever felt before.
Harry lay silent, staring adoringly at his husband and feeling their baby give small kicks inside him. "I love you," he said after a few minutes. "I'm carrying him, but he wouldn't be here without you."
Draco smiled, eyes shining with unshed tears. "Ours," he whispered.
"Completely and one hundred percent ours," Harry agreed, smiling softly. "You and me all wrapped up into one little person. He is going to be perfect."
Draco grinned. "He is going to be a wild, mischievous thing," he laughed.
Harry laughed too. "You think we can keep up?" he asked.
"I can if you can, Potter," Draco teased.
"Good," Harry said, eyes lit up as he smiled widely at the man he loved.
Chapter Title: Truly, Deeply
Words: 2469 Words
Harry was glad to be home. He felt mentally and physically exhausted. At this hour, everyone was probably still asleep. "We should go to our room," he said, handing the house-elf that had appeared his coat, gloves and hat.
Draco nodded, still holding onto Harry and Apparating them to their bedroom.
As soon as they were in the room Harry started undressing, but he paused when he felt his parents' wands in his pocket. He took them both out and stared at them. It was so strange to think that his parents had died so many years ago, but the wands he held had probably been used only the previous night. He sighed, walking over to his dresser and putting the wands inside his top drawer. It wasn't the most glamorous place to put them, but he liked the idea that he could keep them safe and close to him.
Draco smiled at him and then pulled the shrunken photograph out. He returned it to its normal size and held it out to his husband.
Harry turned his head and looked from the photo to Draco, taking it from him. "You took this?" he asked, looking down at himself and his parents smiling up at him. "I've never seen this one before."
"Yes," the blond answered, "and I suppose you couldn't have since I took it instead of leaving it behind."
"Yeah," Harry said quietly, tracing the frame with a finger. He looked back up at Draco and then put the photo in his drawer with the wands for the moment. It was difficult to find the correct words, so he remained silent and kissed Draco instead of saying anything.
Draco didn't have words for this either, so he held and kissed his husband. He could feel the round mound of Harry's belly between them, its solid presence reminding him of the child they would soon have.
Harry sighed quietly and stared at Draco as he pulled back, his arms around his neck. "Want to get undressed?" he asked, voice still quiet.
Draco nodded, stepping back and beginning to strip out of the Muggle clothing he had been wearing since yesterday.
Harry started undressing again. His back hurt and he winced a bit as he stripped himself of his many shirts. He got out of his shoes and the uncomfortable trousers and then pulled off his boxers as well. He shuffled over to the bed and climbed atop it, not bothering to remove his socks.
Draco smirked a bit at the sight of Harry - pregnant and wearing nothing but socks and that pendant. He set aside the last of his clothes and stood beside the bed. "Roll to your side and I will rub your back," he said.
Harry rolled quickly, thinking that having his back rubbed sounded very good.
Draco knelt beside Harry and began working strong, nimble fingers into the muscles and joints of Harry's spine.
Harry groaned quietly, closing his eyes and sighing.
Draco worked his way from Harry's shoulders down his spine, the sounds of Harry's sighs and groans as erotic to him as they were when they made love.
Harry sighed again. "What time is it, love?" he asked, arching a bit into Draco's touch.
"Still early," Draco said, working on Harry's lower back and buttocks.
Harry nodded, the feeling of Draco kneading his muscles very relaxing and comforting after such a hard night.
Draco continued the deep massage, working down his lover's arse to his thighs. He was waiting for the release he knew would come. He could feel the emotional tension in the man's body and knew from experience with him that it would not stay pent up indefinitely.
Harry covered his head and face with his arm. While the massage was enough to make him feel better, it wasn't enough to keep his mind blank. He couldn't help thinking about the night. He watched the scene in his mind of his parents and himself in their sitting room. He saw his father lying dead along with his mother. He saw the shaking form of Severus Snape and the look of despair in his eyes that was still hard to believe. He saw Dumbledore and thought about how he wasn't able to tell him about Sirius and how he wasn't able to even tell him about his own death. And he saw Sirius; Sirius's face distorted with pain and rage and betrayal, not knowing that he would be framed and thrown into Azkaban within the next two days. Harry was hardly aware that he was crying.
Draco heard the sobs and was relieved. He ran his hands soothingly up his lover's body and then lay down beside him, pressing against Harry's back and wrapping his arms around him.
Harry cried and it was strange because these things had happened long ago, but seeing them happen had been hard. He grasped Draco's arms and held them against his body tightly. "I have you," he whispered, still sobbing quietly. "I have you and I have the baby. I do have a family now and I've always wanted one of my own. I love you."
"Yes, we are a family," Draco agreed. "We have each other. And they loved you, they truly loved you."
Harry sniffed and nodded, still holding Draco's arms tightly.
"I love you with every beat of my heart and every breath I take," Draco whispered against his ear. "I wanted to protect the little boy you, too."
Harry smiled softly and let out a choked laugh. "He'll be okay," he said. "And pretty happy when he's older."
Draco ran his hand down that swelling belly, loving the feel of Harry's flesh and magic, along with that strong pulse of their child's.
Harry closed his eyes again, taking quiet deep breaths. "I love you," he whispered again.
Draco nuzzled the back of Harry's neck; the scent and taste of him making him shiver as much as the feel of his body against his own.
Harry let go of Draco’s arms with one hand to reach slightly behind him and run it down Draco's side and hip, feeling his skin and warmth.
"Mmm," Draco responded to his touch, licking and kissing his way up Harry's neck to his ear. He licked the shell and then blew hot breath across the wet skin.
Harry shivered and bit his lip gently, sliding his hand back up Draco's skin and then back further to his arse.
Draco pressed his hardening cock against his lover's arse as he gently bit his ear.
Harry let out half a quiet moan, pressing back against Draco, his own cock beginning to harden.
"Yes, my love," Draco purred in his ear, hand sliding down the curve of Harry's belly to the cock below.
Harry gasped and let the breath out of his open mouth slowly, pressing into Draco's touch.
Draco wrapped long fingers around his lover's erection as he rubbed his own along the cleft of Harry's arse. "I am going to fuck myself on your cock," he whispered.
Harry stomach flipped at those words and his cock hardened further, his lower half seeming to fill with heat. "Yes," he moaned, hand on Draco's arse tightening.
"I am going to take this hard heat into my body," Draco continued to whisper seductively in Harry's ear. "And you are going to fill me with your seed and your magic."
Harry gasped and moaned. "Merlin, yes, Draco," he said, eyes still closed as he allowed himself to feel.
Hard and leaking, Draco loved the way his now slick cock rubbed between Harry's arse cheeks. If he didn't need it so badly right now, he would fuck Harry instead. "And later," he added, "I am going to fuck you too, giving you my heat."
Harry groaned. "Fuck, yes," he panted, his cock twitching at Draco’s words.
The blond chuckled deeply at his husband's reaction. "Gods, I love this," he said. "I love the way you writhe under my touch and pant at my words. I love the way I feel inside you and you inside me. I love it when your eyes light up or when they go dark with desire. I love that your magic is so intense it compels me and so powerful it has filled you with our child. I love everything about you."
Harry smiled, hearing and feeling the truth of Draco's words.
Kissing the side of Harry's face, Draco rolled him gently toward himself and onto his back. Now looking down into those eyes, he ran his tongue over Harry's lips.
Harry opened his mouth for Draco, letting his tongue out to meet Draco's and moaning again. "I want you," he whispered, breaking the kiss and then moving forward again for another.
"Yes, I am yours," Draco answered, sealing his mouth over his lover's, his tongue twisting with his.
Merlin, Harry loved kissing Draco. There was nothing else like it in the world. He slid his tongue wetly along Draco's, into his mouth, licking and sucking.
Draco spent several minutes lost in the taste and feel of kissing his lover. The blond's erection was now pressed against Harry's side and his hand gently stroking his cock. Even Harry's breath mingling with his own sent shivers down his spine.
"Mmm," Harry moaned, moving his hips gently with Draco's strokes. "Draco," he whispered. "Draco, please."
"Yes, Harry," Draco whispered against his mouth. "As you desire."
Harry moaned again, loving the feeling of Draco against him, and with him, and surrounding him.
Draco kissed Harry's chin and began kissing his way down his jaw and then his neck.
Harry sucked in a breath, lifting his head and tilting it back to expose his throat. "Yes," he whispered, the slow movements and kisses making him feel like he was being seduced, although he certainly didn't need to be.
Draco's lips and tongue worked over the skin of Harry's neck and along his collar bone, continuing down his husband’s chest, nuzzling the few soft hairs there. He smiled as he saw the way those dark nipples were already pebbled in response to him and he sucked one gently into his mouth, running his tongue over that sensitive flesh.
"Yes," Harry moaned, burying a hand in Draco's hair. "Mmm, Draco, yes."
"Pull it, Harry," Draco said, his breath against Harry's wet nipple.
Harry hissed through his teeth and gripped the hair between his fingers. He held it tightly and pulled it, his cock throbbing.
"Yes," Draco hissed, taking Harry's other nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking it as well. He could feel the slickness of pre-come coating his lover's cock as his hand continued to stroke him, thumb caressing the crown on each stroke.
Harry was moaning loudly now, writhing beneath Draco. He was panting and arching and still pulling Draco's hair.
Every pull on his hair seemed to go straight to Draco's cock and he shuddered. He released Harry's cock and looked up at Harry's face. "I am going to ride you now, Harry," he said, voice almost hoarse with his desire.
"Fuck, yes," Harry hissed, his cock twitching in anticipation.
Draco chuckled deeply again. "Release my hair, so I can turn around," he told his husband.
Harry bit his lip tightly and let go of Draco's hair, reaching for the blankets instead.
Draco turned around, on hands and knees so that Harry could see him. "Touch me, prepare me," he said as he reached again for Harry's cock.
"Mmmm," Harry moaned, reaching for Draco's arse. He spread his own legs for his husband and pressed suddenly slick fingers against Draco's entrance, rubbing it before sliding his longest finger gently inside.
Draco groaned, trembling at Harry's touch and the feel of him pressing inside.
"So gorgeous," Harry whispered, pushing the finger in and out a few times before adding another and stroking Draco's prostate, wanting to hear him moan.
Draco shuddered, his head falling forward to rest on Harry's thigh, gasping and moaning.
"So gorgeous, so mine," Harry whispered, adding yet another finger. "I want to be inside you."
"Yes, yours," Draco gasped. "Inside me."
"Yours," Harry said, moving his fingers to get Draco ready for him. "All yours."
"Yes, want you inside me," Draco answered.
"Please," Harry gasped. "Take me, please." He removed his fingers now, panting heavily.
Draco crawled down, straddling his husband, facing toward his legs. He reached back to grasp the man's cock, positioning himself. Then with a moan, he sunk down onto him, feeling his lover's cock filling him.
"Merlin, yes!" Harry cried. Throwing his head back, he grasped Draco's sides tightly, gasping.
"Yes, you fill me," Draco responded, settling so that his balls pressed against his lover's body and he felt full and stretched. He panted a minute and then began to rock himself.
"Oh, fuck," Harry moaned, staring down at Draco. He was just as hot as he always was, even though Harry's own belly prevented him from seeing his cock sink into Draco's body.
"Yes, oh, yes," Draco chanted as he slid himself up and down his lover's cock, feeling the heat and power filling his body.
Harry accidentally dug his nails into Draco's skin and, as the fucking went on, the more sensitive his cock seemed to become. He was crying out with almost every single one of Draco's movements now.
Draco shuddered, the combined assault of Harry's magic, nails, and cock making him feel dizzy with sensation. "Fill me, please," he begged.
Harry clenched his teeth and thrust up into Draco, throwing his head back again as that last burst of powerful sensation had him coming, screaming Draco's name.
Harry's hot come and burning magic filled him. Draco screamed as it brought his own orgasm too. His body shuddered and clenched around Harry, his hands holding onto Harry's thighs and his head thrown back.
Harry lay panting, still gripping Draco's skin, and he gasped as Draco's orgasm made his arse clench around him. "Fuck," he let out in a very breathy, quiet whisper.
Draco dropped his chin to his chest, panting and trying to hold himself up. "Yes," he whispered.
"Please lay with me," Harry whispered, running his hands up from Draco's sides to slide over the slightly damp skin of his back.
Draco slowly bent forward, releasing Harry's cock from his body and then shakily climbing off him. He crawled up beside him and laid his head on Harry's chest and his hand on his belly.
Harry sighed happily and cradled Draco's head with his arm and hand, stroking his hair.
"Harry, is that movement under my hand?" Draco asked suddenly, his hand pressing into Harry's lower belly.
"What?" Harry asked quickly, going completely, deathly still, and then he felt it. His eyes widened. "He's kicking!" he said excitedly, smiling hugely. He jumped a little with the movement. "Feels odd and like he's kicking my insides, but he's kicking!"
Draco closed his eyes, hand pressed to Harry's belly, and he felt a ripple against it and that magic pulse with it. He didn't think he could have felt any happier than he had before, but this ... this was amazing. "Yes, he is," Draco said, voice full of wonder.
Harry laughed delightedly, feeling like he might possibly never stop smiling, just from this moment alone.
Draco opened his eyes and looked up at Harry's face, letting his wonder show in his expression. "Our son," he said quietly.
"Our son," Harry repeated, smiling down at Draco. He cupped his cheek with his hand.
Draco was so overwhelmed he was speechless. How could he possibly tell Harry how much this meant to him? It was beyond anything he had ever felt before.
Harry lay silent, staring adoringly at his husband and feeling their baby give small kicks inside him. "I love you," he said after a few minutes. "I'm carrying him, but he wouldn't be here without you."
Draco smiled, eyes shining with unshed tears. "Ours," he whispered.
"Completely and one hundred percent ours," Harry agreed, smiling softly. "You and me all wrapped up into one little person. He is going to be perfect."
Draco grinned. "He is going to be a wild, mischievous thing," he laughed.
Harry laughed too. "You think we can keep up?" he asked.
"I can if you can, Potter," Draco teased.
"Good," Harry said, eyes lit up as he smiled widely at the man he loved.