A Heart So Ravenous (Sequel to A Love So Belated)
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Chapter 24: Back to You
Chapter Number/Total: 24/44
Chapter Title: Back to You
Words: 2748 Words
Draco looked at the clock and scowled. Harry was late. Of all the inconsiderate, forgetful, bloody thoughtless things to do, and on this day of all days! The blond had been in such a mood that even Kreacher was avoiding him. Draco'd had the elf make a special dinner but was increasingly convinced that he would be more likely to throw it at Harry when he got home rather than sit down at the table with the man.
Harry had been oblivious all day. Nothing said at breakfast nor during any of the Floo calls. Draco had almost broken down and said something during that last one. But if Harry didn't remember, he wasn't going to remind him. No, he wasn't.
Harry stepped in from the chilly air outside, shrunken objects in his pockets and a box in his arms. He kicked the door closed, knowing that Draco would hear it.
Draco was pretending to read a book. He didn't get up from the chair he had plopped into when he heard the door.
"Draco!" Harry called down the hallway, hefting the box. It wasn't exactly very light. "Just got in the door!"
Draco huffed and got to his feet, tossing the book aside, and walked to the door of the sitting room. He leaned against the frame and scowled at Harry.
"Oh, there you are," Harry said. He frowned, but almost wanted to laugh at how adorable Draco looked with his arms crossed over the bump of his stomach. "What?" he asked.
"You are late," Draco said stiffly.
"I know, baby. Sorry," Harry said, shifting the box again. "They gave me all this paperwork to sort through. I didn't even get finished, which is why I had to bring it home." He indicated the box.
Draco's scowl deepened. "You brought work home?!" he asked, his voice almost shrill.
Harry's eyes widened. "Well, I had to," he said.
Draco abruptly turned and went back into the sitting room. For a minute, he thought about breaking things. But his mother had worked so hard on redecorating the place. He wouldn't want to explain to her what had happened. He dropped into the chair, arms still across his chest.
Harry's lips twitched a bit and he almost felt bad. Normally, he would've dropped the box and run to see what was wrong, but instead he opened his mouth and called, "I'm taking this upstairs."
Draco refused to answer, actually slumping in the chair. His mother would have said he was pouting. Not that he would admit that.
Harry wasn't surprised when Draco didn't answer. He climbed the stairs and then went about setting up his “paperwork” all over their bedroom. He took the shrunken things out of his pocket, unshrank them, and laid them on the bed, smiling. Then, to make sure Draco bought it completely, he really had taken a few papers to work on, though he could've finished them.
He made his way back downstairs and into the sitting room. Draco looked adorable again. "What's for dinner?" he asked.
Draco didn't answer, staring a hole in the chair across from him.
Harry frowned again. "Something wrong, love?" he asked.
The blond huffed but still refused to answer.
Harry let out a long sigh. "Well, I'm hungry," he said. "And bloody exhausted. So, I'm going down to eat and try to get a bit of this work done before bed. You're welcome to join me if you want."
Draco was torn between crying or hexing his lover. He actually fingered his wand in the pocket of his robe. Father of my bloody child, he thought angrily. Bloody idiot.
Harry smirked a little as he turned out of the doorway and walked down to the kitchen. He actually was pretty hungry. A couple sandwiches would do for the night, and he could get his bit of work done, take Draco upstairs, and make it all better.
When Harry reached the kitchen and got into the icebox for sandwich supplies, he found Kreacher there, looking at him sternly.
Harry raised an eyebrow, taking ham out of a package. "What?" he asked for the second time that night.
"You is putting that back right now," Kreacher said.
Harry frowned in confusion.
"What you be needing a sandwich for? Kreacher has not been making roast for no one."
Harry paused. "He had you make a roast?" he said.
"Master Draco had Kreacher make roast," Kreacher confirmed.
Harry smiled. So that was what he smelled. He put the ham back and climbed up the stairs again, walking to the dining room this time. "Draco," he called. "What's all this?"
Draco got up. These days, that was harder than it sounded. He was off balance with his growing stomach. He walked to the doorway of the dining room and stood glaring. "Dinner," he said.
"I see that," Harry said, taking a seat with his few papers. "Special occasion?"
"Bloody git," Draco snapped and turned around, heading for their room.
Harry jumped up. "Where are you going?" he asked, following him. "Aren't you going to eat?"
"No," Draco said, as he began pulling himself up the stairs.
Harry made a small frustrated noise. Perhaps he'd been too good at hiding his plan. "Why not?" he said, hoping Draco wasn't going to their room. He stood behind him on the stairs, in case he fell backwards or something.
Draco resolutely ignored him, muttering obscenities in French under his breath as he climbed the stairs.
"You're not going to bed, are you?" Harry asked, thinking he might have to jump in front of Draco.
"Yes, yes I am," Draco hissed.
"No," Harry said, manoeuvring his way in front of Draco after all. "You can't go to bed yet. You have to eat."
"Get out of my way, Potter," Draco said, trembling in anger now.
"But, Draco," Harry said, a bit of a whine to his voice as he stood in front of their door.
"But Draco what?" the blond snapped.
"I know you have to be hungry," Harry tried. "What about the baby?"
"Do you want me to hex you?" Draco asked in a low dangerous voice.
"Well, no, not particularly," Harry said, frowning a little. Maybe he really should move out of Draco's way ....
"Give me a reason not to," the blond said.
"I love you," Harry said, but then sighed, turning the doorknob and at least stepping inside the room before Draco. He took his wand out, lighting the room quickly.
Draco stepped inside and stood speechless for a minute.
Harry had set up dozens of different-sized white candles around the bedroom, very lightly scented with vanilla, and they glowed dim and warm. He crossed to their bed, taking up the bouquet of flowers he had bought, and the speciality chocolate from Honeydukes that Draco had been craving. "Surprise," he said softly, turning to face him again.
Draco's mouth dropped open and to his utter annoyance, his eyes filled with tears. When he could make a sound, it was to say in an astonished voice, "You remembered."
The corner of Harry's mouth turned up and he stepped up close to Draco. "Yes," he said. "And I'm sorry for making you think I'm a prat."
Draco scowled. "You are a prat, for making me think you forgot," he said, tears falling now just to vex him. So he did the only sensible thing. He grabbed the back of Harry's neck and kissed him.
Harry closed his eyes, smiling against Draco's mouth and bringing the hand holding the flowers around to press against Draco's back.
Draco pulled Harry to him, though with his belly in the way, it was more awkward than before. It didn't stop him from kissing Harry so hard he probably bruised both their lips.
Harry made a small noise, lightly dropping both items in favour of wrapping his arms around Draco. "Happy anniversary," he whispered.
"Thank you," Draco said, sniffling now as he tried to get himself calmed down.
Harry wiped under Draco's eyes, kissing his wet cheeks.
"I cry like a bloody girl," Draco complained, heart so full he felt like he could keep crying as the emotion spilled over and out of him.
Harry smiled. "No, you cry like a pregnant man," he said affectionately. "And I love you."
Draco chuckled in spite of the tears. "No such thing," he teased, fingers caressing the hair at the back of Harry's neck.
Harry slid his hand between them and over Draco's belly. "He or she says otherwise," he said.
Draco felt a small sharp spasm in his belly and his eyes widened.
Harry pulled his eyebrows together. "What?" he said.
"Did you feel that?" Draco asked and then it happened again, right under Harry's hand.
Harry's eyes widened now too. "Is that ... is that kicking?" he asked, a brilliant smile lighting up his face.
Draco's eyes were wide as he nodded. "Yes," he said softly, laying his hand over Harry's and pressing it down harder. That got an immediate response with a couple kicks from inside.
Harry gasped. "I feel it," he said, wonder and excitement obvious in his tone. Draco really had a little person in there. Harry had known it, of course, but this made it even more real. "Lie down?" he asked, his eyes sparkling.
Draco smiled, nodding excitedly. He nearly tripped on the flowers as he walked over to the bed. He pulled his shirt off and lay down on his back.
Harry smiled at him before he got on the bed as well. He scooted up to lay beside Draco's legs and then gently rested the side of his face along the mound of Draco's belly, waiting for another kick.
Lying down seemed to have calmed the baby, so Draco pushed against his belly with his hand. He was rewarded when the baby pushed back. He laughed.
Harry laughed too, feeling the small little movements of their child, amazed. "You're awake in there, and you can probably hear me, huh?" he said to Draco's belly, placing a kiss there.
Draco laughed again, happy beyond belief. He reached his other hand to stroke his lover's hair. "I love you so much," he said.
Harry looked up at him, smiling. "I love you, too," he said.
"You still hungry?" Draco asked.
There was suddenly a mischievous gleam in Harry's eyes. "Maybe," he said, kissing Draco's stomach again.
Draco smiled and arched an eyebrow, waiting to see what Harry had in mind. His breath caught as he took in the look in those sparkling green eyes.
Harry grinned, placing little kisses all over Draco's belly. He placed his hands on his belly as well, and moved them, as if his fingers were walking, down to the front of his snug trousers.
Draco chuckled, carding his hands through thick hair. This was more of what he had in mind for an anniversary.
Harry slowly unfastened the buttons and pulled the flaps of fabric to the side. He smiled, leaning down to kiss Draco's cock through his shorts.
Draco's cock began to fill the moment he realised what Harry had in mind and now twitched at the touch.
Harry reached a hand into Draco's trousers and shorts, slowly drawing his cock out. He kissed the bare skin, breathing in the scent, and pressed the flat of his tongue against it, licking just as slowly.
Draco moaned, looking down and was slightly frustrated with the fact that he could no longer see Harry do that. He sighed and closed his eyes.
Harry hummed in deep appreciation of this part of Draco's body, taking it in his hand and he continued to lick. He licked every inch and then slid his lips down over the head, his left hand still resting atop Draco's belly.
Draco laid his hand on top of Harry's, entwining their fingers. "Yes, I love your mouth on me," he gasped.
"I love every part of you," Harry said deeply as he took his mouth away, stroking. And as if to prove this, he moved lower, kissing the underside of that gorgeous organ, but then taking his hand away to pull Draco's shorts down a bit more. He licked the wet crevasse there, wiggling his tongue inside and then licking straight up his cock again.
Draco gasped and arched into his lover's mouth. "Oh, Gods, yes!"
Harry proceeded to completely devour Draco, tongue moving over every, hot, wet, pulsing bit of flesh it could find. "You taste so good, baby," he breathed hotly, his lips swollen with his efforts.
"Oh, yes, eat me, I'm yours," Draco moaned.
Harry shivered with pleasure, doing just as Draco said. He slid fingers into him, licking around those even before taking Draco's cock again as far as he could.
Draco felt such pleasure his body trembled with it and he moaned and cried out. "Close," he told him, not knowing if Harry wanted to fuck him, too.
Harry sucked up from Draco's cock and lifted his head, panting. "You want me now?" he asked breathlessly. "Or after you come?"
"After, and again after that," Draco answered, arching up.
Harry grinned, putting his mouth and fingers to work again. He bobbed his head quickly, lips sliding along Draco's shaft, tongue flicking mercilessly over the head.
Draco's orgasm tore a shout from his throat as he lifted his hips off the bed.
Harry had to pull back some lest he gag, but kept his tongue and fingers moving until Draco tugged on his hair again, trying to pull him off.
Draco lay panting and shuddering. He started to laugh breathily as he felt the baby kicking again.
Harry smiled with parted lips, lifting his head to lay yet another kiss to Draco's belly, but his cock was straining heavily against his trousers, so he pulled back to strip, making a little bit of a show out of his Auror-toned body.
Draco smiled dreamily up at him, kicking his shorts and trousers the rest of the way off and then spreading his legs.
"You know how sexy you look like that?" Harry said in a voice heavy with arousal. He moved back across the bed once naked, upright and on his knees, and slid his hands up Draco's legs.
"No, tell me how much," Draco said, smiling.
"So fucking sexy," Harry told him, bringing his own still slightly wet fingers to his mouth and licking them clean. "All wet, and hot, and flushed," he continued. "And spread for me, and carrying my baby." He leaned over Draco, breathing over his lips and then pressing an open-mouthed kiss against them.
"Yes, for you," Draco echoed and then kissed him, licking his mouth and tasting his own juices on Harry's lips.
And that was even fucking hotter. Harry took his own cock in hand, sliding it along that opening as he moved his tongue against Draco's. "God, you make me so hard," he breathed into his mouth. "Only you do this to me."
"I hope so," Draco smirked, looking with adoration into his lover's eyes. "Fill me."
Harry pressed his hips forward then, sheathing himself in the tight heat. He made a strangled sort of sound and gently pressed Draco's legs up to help him wrap them around. "Nggh, feels so good," he gasped.
"Yes, so good," Draco echoed, feeling Harry's cock filling him, his body pressing against Draco's rounded belly.
Harry kissed Draco sweetly and hotly, thrusting slowly in and out of him and up, deep inside. "I would make love to you forever," he whispered. "Today, last year, my life started."
"Our lives, together," Draco agreed. Forever sounded perfect to him too as he arched and sighed with each thrust.
"Baby," Harry groaned, and then pressed his mouth to Draco's ear. "Scream my name," he breathed into it, knowing he and Draco were both right there and that he would get off on the sound.
"Harry!" Draco cried out at he reached that crest, his body shuddering. Hands clawed at his lover's back and his legs wrapped around Harry's hips.
Harry groaned again, pumping his hips quicker until he was spilling his seed inside Draco, panting in his ear.
Draco held and petted Harry, holding him as tight as he could. "I never want you to let me go," he whispered.
"I never will," Harry whispered back, still rocking slightly. "Never."
Chapter Title: Back to You
Words: 2748 Words
Draco looked at the clock and scowled. Harry was late. Of all the inconsiderate, forgetful, bloody thoughtless things to do, and on this day of all days! The blond had been in such a mood that even Kreacher was avoiding him. Draco'd had the elf make a special dinner but was increasingly convinced that he would be more likely to throw it at Harry when he got home rather than sit down at the table with the man.
Harry had been oblivious all day. Nothing said at breakfast nor during any of the Floo calls. Draco had almost broken down and said something during that last one. But if Harry didn't remember, he wasn't going to remind him. No, he wasn't.
Harry stepped in from the chilly air outside, shrunken objects in his pockets and a box in his arms. He kicked the door closed, knowing that Draco would hear it.
Draco was pretending to read a book. He didn't get up from the chair he had plopped into when he heard the door.
"Draco!" Harry called down the hallway, hefting the box. It wasn't exactly very light. "Just got in the door!"
Draco huffed and got to his feet, tossing the book aside, and walked to the door of the sitting room. He leaned against the frame and scowled at Harry.
"Oh, there you are," Harry said. He frowned, but almost wanted to laugh at how adorable Draco looked with his arms crossed over the bump of his stomach. "What?" he asked.
"You are late," Draco said stiffly.
"I know, baby. Sorry," Harry said, shifting the box again. "They gave me all this paperwork to sort through. I didn't even get finished, which is why I had to bring it home." He indicated the box.
Draco's scowl deepened. "You brought work home?!" he asked, his voice almost shrill.
Harry's eyes widened. "Well, I had to," he said.
Draco abruptly turned and went back into the sitting room. For a minute, he thought about breaking things. But his mother had worked so hard on redecorating the place. He wouldn't want to explain to her what had happened. He dropped into the chair, arms still across his chest.
Harry's lips twitched a bit and he almost felt bad. Normally, he would've dropped the box and run to see what was wrong, but instead he opened his mouth and called, "I'm taking this upstairs."
Draco refused to answer, actually slumping in the chair. His mother would have said he was pouting. Not that he would admit that.
Harry wasn't surprised when Draco didn't answer. He climbed the stairs and then went about setting up his “paperwork” all over their bedroom. He took the shrunken things out of his pocket, unshrank them, and laid them on the bed, smiling. Then, to make sure Draco bought it completely, he really had taken a few papers to work on, though he could've finished them.
He made his way back downstairs and into the sitting room. Draco looked adorable again. "What's for dinner?" he asked.
Draco didn't answer, staring a hole in the chair across from him.
Harry frowned again. "Something wrong, love?" he asked.
The blond huffed but still refused to answer.
Harry let out a long sigh. "Well, I'm hungry," he said. "And bloody exhausted. So, I'm going down to eat and try to get a bit of this work done before bed. You're welcome to join me if you want."
Draco was torn between crying or hexing his lover. He actually fingered his wand in the pocket of his robe. Father of my bloody child, he thought angrily. Bloody idiot.
Harry smirked a little as he turned out of the doorway and walked down to the kitchen. He actually was pretty hungry. A couple sandwiches would do for the night, and he could get his bit of work done, take Draco upstairs, and make it all better.
When Harry reached the kitchen and got into the icebox for sandwich supplies, he found Kreacher there, looking at him sternly.
Harry raised an eyebrow, taking ham out of a package. "What?" he asked for the second time that night.
"You is putting that back right now," Kreacher said.
Harry frowned in confusion.
"What you be needing a sandwich for? Kreacher has not been making roast for no one."
Harry paused. "He had you make a roast?" he said.
"Master Draco had Kreacher make roast," Kreacher confirmed.
Harry smiled. So that was what he smelled. He put the ham back and climbed up the stairs again, walking to the dining room this time. "Draco," he called. "What's all this?"
Draco got up. These days, that was harder than it sounded. He was off balance with his growing stomach. He walked to the doorway of the dining room and stood glaring. "Dinner," he said.
"I see that," Harry said, taking a seat with his few papers. "Special occasion?"
"Bloody git," Draco snapped and turned around, heading for their room.
Harry jumped up. "Where are you going?" he asked, following him. "Aren't you going to eat?"
"No," Draco said, as he began pulling himself up the stairs.
Harry made a small frustrated noise. Perhaps he'd been too good at hiding his plan. "Why not?" he said, hoping Draco wasn't going to their room. He stood behind him on the stairs, in case he fell backwards or something.
Draco resolutely ignored him, muttering obscenities in French under his breath as he climbed the stairs.
"You're not going to bed, are you?" Harry asked, thinking he might have to jump in front of Draco.
"Yes, yes I am," Draco hissed.
"No," Harry said, manoeuvring his way in front of Draco after all. "You can't go to bed yet. You have to eat."
"Get out of my way, Potter," Draco said, trembling in anger now.
"But, Draco," Harry said, a bit of a whine to his voice as he stood in front of their door.
"But Draco what?" the blond snapped.
"I know you have to be hungry," Harry tried. "What about the baby?"
"Do you want me to hex you?" Draco asked in a low dangerous voice.
"Well, no, not particularly," Harry said, frowning a little. Maybe he really should move out of Draco's way ....
"Give me a reason not to," the blond said.
"I love you," Harry said, but then sighed, turning the doorknob and at least stepping inside the room before Draco. He took his wand out, lighting the room quickly.
Draco stepped inside and stood speechless for a minute.
Harry had set up dozens of different-sized white candles around the bedroom, very lightly scented with vanilla, and they glowed dim and warm. He crossed to their bed, taking up the bouquet of flowers he had bought, and the speciality chocolate from Honeydukes that Draco had been craving. "Surprise," he said softly, turning to face him again.
Draco's mouth dropped open and to his utter annoyance, his eyes filled with tears. When he could make a sound, it was to say in an astonished voice, "You remembered."
The corner of Harry's mouth turned up and he stepped up close to Draco. "Yes," he said. "And I'm sorry for making you think I'm a prat."
Draco scowled. "You are a prat, for making me think you forgot," he said, tears falling now just to vex him. So he did the only sensible thing. He grabbed the back of Harry's neck and kissed him.
Harry closed his eyes, smiling against Draco's mouth and bringing the hand holding the flowers around to press against Draco's back.
Draco pulled Harry to him, though with his belly in the way, it was more awkward than before. It didn't stop him from kissing Harry so hard he probably bruised both their lips.
Harry made a small noise, lightly dropping both items in favour of wrapping his arms around Draco. "Happy anniversary," he whispered.
"Thank you," Draco said, sniffling now as he tried to get himself calmed down.
Harry wiped under Draco's eyes, kissing his wet cheeks.
"I cry like a bloody girl," Draco complained, heart so full he felt like he could keep crying as the emotion spilled over and out of him.
Harry smiled. "No, you cry like a pregnant man," he said affectionately. "And I love you."
Draco chuckled in spite of the tears. "No such thing," he teased, fingers caressing the hair at the back of Harry's neck.
Harry slid his hand between them and over Draco's belly. "He or she says otherwise," he said.
Draco felt a small sharp spasm in his belly and his eyes widened.
Harry pulled his eyebrows together. "What?" he said.
"Did you feel that?" Draco asked and then it happened again, right under Harry's hand.
Harry's eyes widened now too. "Is that ... is that kicking?" he asked, a brilliant smile lighting up his face.
Draco's eyes were wide as he nodded. "Yes," he said softly, laying his hand over Harry's and pressing it down harder. That got an immediate response with a couple kicks from inside.
Harry gasped. "I feel it," he said, wonder and excitement obvious in his tone. Draco really had a little person in there. Harry had known it, of course, but this made it even more real. "Lie down?" he asked, his eyes sparkling.
Draco smiled, nodding excitedly. He nearly tripped on the flowers as he walked over to the bed. He pulled his shirt off and lay down on his back.
Harry smiled at him before he got on the bed as well. He scooted up to lay beside Draco's legs and then gently rested the side of his face along the mound of Draco's belly, waiting for another kick.
Lying down seemed to have calmed the baby, so Draco pushed against his belly with his hand. He was rewarded when the baby pushed back. He laughed.
Harry laughed too, feeling the small little movements of their child, amazed. "You're awake in there, and you can probably hear me, huh?" he said to Draco's belly, placing a kiss there.
Draco laughed again, happy beyond belief. He reached his other hand to stroke his lover's hair. "I love you so much," he said.
Harry looked up at him, smiling. "I love you, too," he said.
"You still hungry?" Draco asked.
There was suddenly a mischievous gleam in Harry's eyes. "Maybe," he said, kissing Draco's stomach again.
Draco smiled and arched an eyebrow, waiting to see what Harry had in mind. His breath caught as he took in the look in those sparkling green eyes.
Harry grinned, placing little kisses all over Draco's belly. He placed his hands on his belly as well, and moved them, as if his fingers were walking, down to the front of his snug trousers.
Draco chuckled, carding his hands through thick hair. This was more of what he had in mind for an anniversary.
Harry slowly unfastened the buttons and pulled the flaps of fabric to the side. He smiled, leaning down to kiss Draco's cock through his shorts.
Draco's cock began to fill the moment he realised what Harry had in mind and now twitched at the touch.
Harry reached a hand into Draco's trousers and shorts, slowly drawing his cock out. He kissed the bare skin, breathing in the scent, and pressed the flat of his tongue against it, licking just as slowly.
Draco moaned, looking down and was slightly frustrated with the fact that he could no longer see Harry do that. He sighed and closed his eyes.
Harry hummed in deep appreciation of this part of Draco's body, taking it in his hand and he continued to lick. He licked every inch and then slid his lips down over the head, his left hand still resting atop Draco's belly.
Draco laid his hand on top of Harry's, entwining their fingers. "Yes, I love your mouth on me," he gasped.
"I love every part of you," Harry said deeply as he took his mouth away, stroking. And as if to prove this, he moved lower, kissing the underside of that gorgeous organ, but then taking his hand away to pull Draco's shorts down a bit more. He licked the wet crevasse there, wiggling his tongue inside and then licking straight up his cock again.
Draco gasped and arched into his lover's mouth. "Oh, Gods, yes!"
Harry proceeded to completely devour Draco, tongue moving over every, hot, wet, pulsing bit of flesh it could find. "You taste so good, baby," he breathed hotly, his lips swollen with his efforts.
"Oh, yes, eat me, I'm yours," Draco moaned.
Harry shivered with pleasure, doing just as Draco said. He slid fingers into him, licking around those even before taking Draco's cock again as far as he could.
Draco felt such pleasure his body trembled with it and he moaned and cried out. "Close," he told him, not knowing if Harry wanted to fuck him, too.
Harry sucked up from Draco's cock and lifted his head, panting. "You want me now?" he asked breathlessly. "Or after you come?"
"After, and again after that," Draco answered, arching up.
Harry grinned, putting his mouth and fingers to work again. He bobbed his head quickly, lips sliding along Draco's shaft, tongue flicking mercilessly over the head.
Draco's orgasm tore a shout from his throat as he lifted his hips off the bed.
Harry had to pull back some lest he gag, but kept his tongue and fingers moving until Draco tugged on his hair again, trying to pull him off.
Draco lay panting and shuddering. He started to laugh breathily as he felt the baby kicking again.
Harry smiled with parted lips, lifting his head to lay yet another kiss to Draco's belly, but his cock was straining heavily against his trousers, so he pulled back to strip, making a little bit of a show out of his Auror-toned body.
Draco smiled dreamily up at him, kicking his shorts and trousers the rest of the way off and then spreading his legs.
"You know how sexy you look like that?" Harry said in a voice heavy with arousal. He moved back across the bed once naked, upright and on his knees, and slid his hands up Draco's legs.
"No, tell me how much," Draco said, smiling.
"So fucking sexy," Harry told him, bringing his own still slightly wet fingers to his mouth and licking them clean. "All wet, and hot, and flushed," he continued. "And spread for me, and carrying my baby." He leaned over Draco, breathing over his lips and then pressing an open-mouthed kiss against them.
"Yes, for you," Draco echoed and then kissed him, licking his mouth and tasting his own juices on Harry's lips.
And that was even fucking hotter. Harry took his own cock in hand, sliding it along that opening as he moved his tongue against Draco's. "God, you make me so hard," he breathed into his mouth. "Only you do this to me."
"I hope so," Draco smirked, looking with adoration into his lover's eyes. "Fill me."
Harry pressed his hips forward then, sheathing himself in the tight heat. He made a strangled sort of sound and gently pressed Draco's legs up to help him wrap them around. "Nggh, feels so good," he gasped.
"Yes, so good," Draco echoed, feeling Harry's cock filling him, his body pressing against Draco's rounded belly.
Harry kissed Draco sweetly and hotly, thrusting slowly in and out of him and up, deep inside. "I would make love to you forever," he whispered. "Today, last year, my life started."
"Our lives, together," Draco agreed. Forever sounded perfect to him too as he arched and sighed with each thrust.
"Baby," Harry groaned, and then pressed his mouth to Draco's ear. "Scream my name," he breathed into it, knowing he and Draco were both right there and that he would get off on the sound.
"Harry!" Draco cried out at he reached that crest, his body shuddering. Hands clawed at his lover's back and his legs wrapped around Harry's hips.
Harry groaned again, pumping his hips quicker until he was spilling his seed inside Draco, panting in his ear.
Draco held and petted Harry, holding him as tight as he could. "I never want you to let me go," he whispered.
"I never will," Harry whispered back, still rocking slightly. "Never."