Harry Potter and The Dragon’s Treasure (BP6)
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Adult ++
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24,548
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Never Without You
Chapter Number/Total: 27/42
Chapter Title: Never Without You
Words: 3195 Words
Torchlights flickered and the fire in the centre pit flared when Harry Apparated into the room. Draco's heart leapt with it. He could feel Harry's anger in his magic and it stung.
Draco was laid out on the altar in much the same way he had been long ago - naked and tied by both legs and one arm to the insets in the marble. His wand and silver hand were not in sight. This time he had a gag as well. It had a thick roll of leather, like a bit, that was secured to his head with a harness. It would allow him to bite into it, and hopefully not his tongue.
When Harry's eyes landed upon his husband, tied, and bound like he was, it was like someone began playing a film before his eyes. He could see Lucius and the others, could hear Draco's and his own screams, could see all the blood on the floor. He trembled again, moving forward. "God, Draco," he let out, his voice trembling like his body. "I can't do this. I can't."
Draco looked into those green eyes but wouldn't have said anything even if he could have.
Harry bowed his head, his mind racing as he tried to think of what to do. Was Draco really serious about dying if Harry didn't do what he told him? Would he go to that extreme? He looked into Draco's eyes and could see the truth of it in them. If Harry didn't fix him or ... then Draco was going to kill himself. Harry could not believe the choice he was facing in that moment. "How can you ask me to do this?" he whispered, knowing Draco wasn't going to answer him.
Draco let Harry see the raw need in his eyes, hoping he understood.
Yet another tear ran down Harry's cheek as he looked at Draco again. He was serious. He really wanted Harry to do this. As he let the thought sink in, Harry dropped his eyes from Draco's gaze and then closed them. He didn't say it aloud, but if what he was about to do didn't work, he would never forgive himself. He clenched his hands and his entire body before he opened his eyes again and gave Draco one weak nod.
Draco had been holding his breath, heart beating loud in his own ears. He sighed in relief when Harry nodded.
Harry began to strip manually rather than with magic, using the time to think of what he was to do. Draco wanted him to bind him, but he knew that he and Draco both didn't want it to be like the binding had been before. He would have to make another marriage binding. But how could they bind each other if Draco couldn't agree to the provisions? Would words even help at all?
As Harry discarded his last piece of clothing, his heart was beating madly. He had to close his eyes in order to help himself get aroused. He couldn't magically will an erection anymore. He reached a hand down to stroke himself, trying to imagine that he was anywhere else.
Watching Harry strip was arousing in and of itself. But watching him touch himself made Draco moan, writhing on the marble altar as his own cock twitched.
Draco's sound actually helped Harry along and he sped his hand up, filling his mind with the most filthy memories and thoughts he could. He stroked himself until he was completely hard and his heart was pounding, and then he had to open his eyes again. His heart picking up even more speed, he moved to the end of the altar and then climbed atop it, shaking as he made every effort not to touch Draco, no matter if he was going to have to touch him in a moment.
Draco was eager for Harry but the moment Harry climbed onto the altar, his skin began to prickle with the man's magic. He gasped but tried to concentrate instead on how much he wanted his husband.
Harry took several deep breaths, trembling again. "I love you," he said. "I love you more than I've ever loved anything. More than - Merlin, anything. And I've never stopped once since we've been together. And I'll never stop. You're my husband. You're my life."
Draco agreed with his eyes, nodding vigorously.
Harry closed his eyes once again, slicking his fingers and preparing his own cock first, before steeling himself and pressing fingers into Draco's entrance quickly, prepared for the screaming.
Even knowing it would be like this, Draco still couldn't really prepare for the way Harry's touch ripped through his body like a Cruciatus Curse, making him arch. He bit hard into the gag, trying to control his screams.
Harry was trying to fight the urge to pull his fingers out and run across the room to relieve Draco of the pain, but he only continued, moving as fast as he could. He used his free hand to stroke himself, to make sure he stayed hard.
Draco's entire body felt on fire. He was writhing around those fingers, crying out around the gag. He was very glad for the gag, because without it he would have been begging Harry to stop.
Harry couldn't believe what he was doing. He was almost tempted to run across the room anyway, but he screwed his eyes as tightly shut as he could get them and replaced his fingers with his cock, sliding into Draco quickly. It had been so long, and such an aching loss, that some strange part of his brain found pleasure in being inside Draco again, but it wasn't what he was focusing on. He only wanted to get it over with, telling himself that it would work, that it had to work. He was desperate for it.
Harry's fire filled him and it burned. Regardless of the gag, Draco screamed, struggling against the ropes that held him to the altar.
Harry could tell Draco was trying to get away from him, but he couldn't stop. Not now. He couldn't. He began trying to will his magic to bind them, to bring Draco's magic back into harmony with his own. And he began thinking of the provisions they had prepared. Draco wanted Harry able to get hard for him, and so Harry wanted it, too. He thought of their wedding vows, having memorised them.
Draco couldn't hold still, no matter how much he tried. He closed his eyes and panted through his nose.
Harry was crying as he thrust. He couldn't feel any changes, and Draco was still struggling under him. He once again wondered if he should abandon this, if he should pull out of Draco and try to make him see reason, but he didn't know why he couldn't. He continued thrusting into his husband - until an odd and nearly terrifying thought struck him. He had been able to kill Voldemort with his power, with the love inside him. If it had been enough to kill the most powerful wizard in the world, would it be enough to put Draco's power right? Or would it hurt him even more? Hurt him to the point of ... Harry didn't know and he was sobbing as he continued to push his hips forward, knowing that whatever it was he was doing was not working.
He had to try.
He opened his eyes, attempting to make a connection with Draco.
Draco opened his eyes too, feeling a pull from Harry as he did. He knew he was crying now. It wasn't working and he was desperately afraid.
Harry forced himself to look into Draco's eyes. Seeing them filled with such physical pain, such fear, such hurt - and all of it caused by him, made Harry want to rip himself to shreds. He had been the one to want the binding taken off the most. He'd coaxed Draco into it, had somehow probably fucked everything up, and now Draco was screaming and writhing, tied to an altar in the room where his own father had tortured him, and done those horrible things. Harry tried to make himself use the spell, tried to think it, but he could hardly manage the frantic movement of his hips.
Draco concentrated on his lover's eyes. Those green eyes captured him the way they had that day years ago in the robe shop. He had wanted him then and now he wanted him with an intensity that went beyond the pain he was feeling.
Harry could see a flash of the deeper feeling in Draco's eyes. He was gasping, and still crying, but he held onto that spark and used Legilimens to push himself into Draco's head, into his body. He filled Draco both physically and magically, attempting to pour himself into him, to push away or reverse the magic that was resisting.
Draco felt the searing power of Harry's magic forcing its way past his own resistance. The pain was blinding, screaming in every nerve in his body. His mind clawed for a foothold on sanity, trying to reach back to his lover, to help him find a way to bring him back from the precipice he felt himself about to topple from.
Harry was shaking as the screams grew louder, trembling as everything about Draco's body told him to back away, to retreat. Please, Draco, please, he thought desperately. I love you. Please let this work. He couldn't allow himself to think about what would happen if it didn't work. Wouldn't allow himself to think of it. As with Voldemort, he began using memories. Memories of them kissing, touching, making love, even just holding hands.
Draco felt what Harry was doing and he tried to do the same. He let Harry into his own memories. Memories of the first time he saw Harry and his overwhelming need to connect with him. His disappointment when Harry had refused him. His eagerness to play Quidditch, just to be near him. Over and over again, he showed Harry how much he had always wanted and loved him.
Harry gasped at what he was seeing, and could actually feel Draco's ache for him inside his own body. Harry let Draco feel his own ache for him in return, hoping that somehow, the two feelings would be able to connect to each other, to bring them back together.
Love as power pushed through the pain, filling Draco with his husband's desire for him. He reached for that connection, the lifeline he needed. He opened himself up, forcing his own magic to surrender to Harry's.
Harry pushed harder with his own magic, reaching for Draco's like reaching for his hand, trying to entwine it like he would grasp his fingers.
Harry's love, made manifest in power, was a glorious and frightening thing. It had destroyed the Dark Lord and it could do the same to him. But Draco did what the other couldn't, he embraced the love, surrendering his own magic in complete trust to Harry.
Harry gasped again, his eyes wide as he held on to Draco in every sense, pulling Draco into himself as he gave himself over. He reached down blindly, drawing a finger across to make a short cut in the skin near Draco's hip. Then he cut his own hand with magic and pressed the wounds together.
Draco was moaning again but the pain had shifted into that edge of pleasure. Harry's magic pulsed with each thrust into Draco's body and the blond was now arching into his husband's touch.
Harry was not only gasping with pleasure, but also with utmost relief. "Yes, Draco," he groaned, knowing now that it was working.
Draco tried to speak around the gag, frustrated but happy as well as he felt his body doing what had always been his desire, reaching for Harry, welcoming him inside.
"Oh, Merlin, yes," Harry whispered as he kept his left hand pressed to the cut on Draco's hip. He began doing what he had been trying to do earlier, using his magic and thoughts to bind them, able to share them with Draco through their connection.
Draco arched his hips to meet Harry's thrusts inside him, trembling and gasping. "Yours," he tried to say around the leather in his mouth.
Though Draco's voice was muffled, Harry could understand what he was trying to say. "Yes," he agreed. "Yours."
Draco was weeping again, relief and pleasure mingling to make him tremble.
Harry moved a hand up and passed it over Draco's face, removing the gag there with his magic, wanting to hear him speak clearly, and to be able to kiss him.
"Harry," Draco gasped, licking his swollen lips.
Harry couldn't hold himself back and practically lunged forward, closing his mouth over Draco's as he set about freeing his arms and legs as well.
Draco clutched at his husband, his hand sliding over skin as he groaned into his lover's mouth. Touch! They could touch each other and it was electric and fantastic!
Harry groaned as well, slipping his tongue past Draco's lips. He'd not realised how truly good it was to just kiss Draco until that very moment. How good everything truly was. He tried to touch every single part of him.
Draco's tongue slid along Harry's, lips pressed to the other man's as he wrapped his legs around his husband's hips, pulling himself even further onto his cock.
Harry slid his tongue along Draco's as he pulled his mouth away, kissing his face and jaw, then his ears, still thrusting inside him. Merlin, inside him and Draco wasn't screaming or writhing in pain, but was arching up and moaning, and Harry was in heaven.
"Yes, my love," Draco gasped. "Fuck me, fill me!"
"Inside you," Harry moaned, sweating and beginning to cry yet again from everything he felt right at that moment.
"Harry James Potter," Draco gasped, "I am your husband, your lover, and I always will be!"
"Always," Harry agreed, feeling himself about to come. "Draco Validus Malfoy, I am your husband, your lover, and I will always be," he groaned.
"Always," Draco echoed and felt the rush of power as the Manor's magic flared, too.
Harry gasped one last time, spilling his seed inside of his husband and crying out his name as pleasure burst through his body.
Harry's magic filled him and spilled over as Draco clutched his husband and came between them. "Yes, oh, yes," he sobbed.
Harry was sobbing too and holding Draco as tightly as he could manage in their current positions, tears combining with sweat, sweat running with blood and their seed. "Mine," he whispered.
"Yes, yours and you are mine," Draco agreed, feeling the truth of it again in their magic.
Harry nodded in agreement moving his hands over every bit of Draco, finally sliding them into his hair and bringing his mouth down over his husband's. "Fuck, I've missed this so much," he whispered.
"Yes, touch me, everywhere," Draco gasped against his husbands lips.
Harry kissed Draco again, trailing a hand from his hair, down his side, and down his leg as far back as he could reach, feeling everything he possibly could.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, trembling and using his hand to touch his lover as well.
"I would've gone mad without you," Harry told him between slow slides of his tongue inside Draco's mouth. "I would've gone completely mad."
"I was nearly there," Draco answered and then sucked on his husband's lower lip.
Harry moaned, beginning to get hard again while still pressed inside Draco. "I never want anything like that to happen ever again," he said needlessly. "Never."
"Never," Draco agreed. "Take us to our bed."
Harry Apparated with Draco as soon as the words were out of his mouth. And was then confused for a moment when they landed on the floor between the two beds they had made.
Draco laughed, despite the fact he was now on his back on the floor under Harry. "We forgot the two beds," he said.
Harry laughed as well, kissing Draco again. "We should remedy that, because you are sleeping with me tonight," he said.
"Tonight and every night," the blond agreed.
"Merlin, I don't even want to move to do it," Harry said, his voice nearly a moan as he began to suck on the skin of Draco's neck.
"Please, fuck me again," Draco agreed. He felt like he had a month's worth to catch up on.
"Again, and again, and again, and again," Harry whispered, lifting his head, his hips already pressing forward.
Draco wrapped his legs around his husband's hips, arching up to meet him. He could feel how slick he already was with his husband's seed and it felt wonderful.
"I love you so much. Feels so good," Harry groaned.
"So good, with you," Draco nodded, kissing and nipping at his lover's lips and chin.
"Fuck, yes," Harry moaned. "Oh, fuck, yes." He panted, and thrust into Draco, burying a hand in his hair again.
Draco moaned, loving the feeling of his husband's cock sliding inside him, his words of desire adding to his own. "I want to fuck you, too," he gasped. "To feel myself inside you."
Harry whimpered at that. "Merlin, yes, fuck me," he moaned, smiling at the knowledge that the words wouldn't force compliance from Draco.
Draco chuckled, so happy he was laughing while being fucked. "Deeper love, fuck me into the floor," he gasped.
Harry thrust harder, as deep as he could go and wishing he could somehow go even deeper. He felt like a wave of heat washed through him, making him gasp and moan Draco's name as he came for a second time, shuddering.
There was nothing more amazing to Draco than the way his own body and magic responded to his husband, bringing his orgasm and spreading the waves of pleasure through his entire body.
Harry lowered his head to Draco's skin, his chest heaving against the blond's. "I never want to go," he managed, panting, "another day without that for the rest of my entire bloody life."
"Never again," Draco agreed, relaxing now.
"Mmm," Harry let out with a sigh, kissing Draco's neck. He would have constant contact with him for the rest of the day if he could manage it.
"I think I might have another splinter," Draco said, chuckling.
Harry smiled, chuckling as well. "After the splinter is gone, I want to have a shower with you," he said, "because, fuck, I've missed that, too."
"Only if you remove it with your magic," Draco insisted, smiling and clenching his body around Harry's again.
Harry shuddered, grinning. "Deal," he said.
"Splinter’s not the only thing in my arse right now though," Draco laughed, still pinned by Harry.
Harry laughed goofily, pulling back so that his cock slipped from Draco's body.
Draco groaned, feeling stiff now. He managed to sit up, but still couldn’t shake the grin off his face. He reached a hand for Harry's. "Never let go," he whispered.
Harry pulled Draco forward by his hand. "Of you?" he whispered back. "Never."
Chapter Title: Never Without You
Words: 3195 Words
Torchlights flickered and the fire in the centre pit flared when Harry Apparated into the room. Draco's heart leapt with it. He could feel Harry's anger in his magic and it stung.
Draco was laid out on the altar in much the same way he had been long ago - naked and tied by both legs and one arm to the insets in the marble. His wand and silver hand were not in sight. This time he had a gag as well. It had a thick roll of leather, like a bit, that was secured to his head with a harness. It would allow him to bite into it, and hopefully not his tongue.
When Harry's eyes landed upon his husband, tied, and bound like he was, it was like someone began playing a film before his eyes. He could see Lucius and the others, could hear Draco's and his own screams, could see all the blood on the floor. He trembled again, moving forward. "God, Draco," he let out, his voice trembling like his body. "I can't do this. I can't."
Draco looked into those green eyes but wouldn't have said anything even if he could have.
Harry bowed his head, his mind racing as he tried to think of what to do. Was Draco really serious about dying if Harry didn't do what he told him? Would he go to that extreme? He looked into Draco's eyes and could see the truth of it in them. If Harry didn't fix him or ... then Draco was going to kill himself. Harry could not believe the choice he was facing in that moment. "How can you ask me to do this?" he whispered, knowing Draco wasn't going to answer him.
Draco let Harry see the raw need in his eyes, hoping he understood.
Yet another tear ran down Harry's cheek as he looked at Draco again. He was serious. He really wanted Harry to do this. As he let the thought sink in, Harry dropped his eyes from Draco's gaze and then closed them. He didn't say it aloud, but if what he was about to do didn't work, he would never forgive himself. He clenched his hands and his entire body before he opened his eyes again and gave Draco one weak nod.
Draco had been holding his breath, heart beating loud in his own ears. He sighed in relief when Harry nodded.
Harry began to strip manually rather than with magic, using the time to think of what he was to do. Draco wanted him to bind him, but he knew that he and Draco both didn't want it to be like the binding had been before. He would have to make another marriage binding. But how could they bind each other if Draco couldn't agree to the provisions? Would words even help at all?
As Harry discarded his last piece of clothing, his heart was beating madly. He had to close his eyes in order to help himself get aroused. He couldn't magically will an erection anymore. He reached a hand down to stroke himself, trying to imagine that he was anywhere else.
Watching Harry strip was arousing in and of itself. But watching him touch himself made Draco moan, writhing on the marble altar as his own cock twitched.
Draco's sound actually helped Harry along and he sped his hand up, filling his mind with the most filthy memories and thoughts he could. He stroked himself until he was completely hard and his heart was pounding, and then he had to open his eyes again. His heart picking up even more speed, he moved to the end of the altar and then climbed atop it, shaking as he made every effort not to touch Draco, no matter if he was going to have to touch him in a moment.
Draco was eager for Harry but the moment Harry climbed onto the altar, his skin began to prickle with the man's magic. He gasped but tried to concentrate instead on how much he wanted his husband.
Harry took several deep breaths, trembling again. "I love you," he said. "I love you more than I've ever loved anything. More than - Merlin, anything. And I've never stopped once since we've been together. And I'll never stop. You're my husband. You're my life."
Draco agreed with his eyes, nodding vigorously.
Harry closed his eyes once again, slicking his fingers and preparing his own cock first, before steeling himself and pressing fingers into Draco's entrance quickly, prepared for the screaming.
Even knowing it would be like this, Draco still couldn't really prepare for the way Harry's touch ripped through his body like a Cruciatus Curse, making him arch. He bit hard into the gag, trying to control his screams.
Harry was trying to fight the urge to pull his fingers out and run across the room to relieve Draco of the pain, but he only continued, moving as fast as he could. He used his free hand to stroke himself, to make sure he stayed hard.
Draco's entire body felt on fire. He was writhing around those fingers, crying out around the gag. He was very glad for the gag, because without it he would have been begging Harry to stop.
Harry couldn't believe what he was doing. He was almost tempted to run across the room anyway, but he screwed his eyes as tightly shut as he could get them and replaced his fingers with his cock, sliding into Draco quickly. It had been so long, and such an aching loss, that some strange part of his brain found pleasure in being inside Draco again, but it wasn't what he was focusing on. He only wanted to get it over with, telling himself that it would work, that it had to work. He was desperate for it.
Harry's fire filled him and it burned. Regardless of the gag, Draco screamed, struggling against the ropes that held him to the altar.
Harry could tell Draco was trying to get away from him, but he couldn't stop. Not now. He couldn't. He began trying to will his magic to bind them, to bring Draco's magic back into harmony with his own. And he began thinking of the provisions they had prepared. Draco wanted Harry able to get hard for him, and so Harry wanted it, too. He thought of their wedding vows, having memorised them.
Draco couldn't hold still, no matter how much he tried. He closed his eyes and panted through his nose.
Harry was crying as he thrust. He couldn't feel any changes, and Draco was still struggling under him. He once again wondered if he should abandon this, if he should pull out of Draco and try to make him see reason, but he didn't know why he couldn't. He continued thrusting into his husband - until an odd and nearly terrifying thought struck him. He had been able to kill Voldemort with his power, with the love inside him. If it had been enough to kill the most powerful wizard in the world, would it be enough to put Draco's power right? Or would it hurt him even more? Hurt him to the point of ... Harry didn't know and he was sobbing as he continued to push his hips forward, knowing that whatever it was he was doing was not working.
He had to try.
He opened his eyes, attempting to make a connection with Draco.
Draco opened his eyes too, feeling a pull from Harry as he did. He knew he was crying now. It wasn't working and he was desperately afraid.
Harry forced himself to look into Draco's eyes. Seeing them filled with such physical pain, such fear, such hurt - and all of it caused by him, made Harry want to rip himself to shreds. He had been the one to want the binding taken off the most. He'd coaxed Draco into it, had somehow probably fucked everything up, and now Draco was screaming and writhing, tied to an altar in the room where his own father had tortured him, and done those horrible things. Harry tried to make himself use the spell, tried to think it, but he could hardly manage the frantic movement of his hips.
Draco concentrated on his lover's eyes. Those green eyes captured him the way they had that day years ago in the robe shop. He had wanted him then and now he wanted him with an intensity that went beyond the pain he was feeling.
Harry could see a flash of the deeper feeling in Draco's eyes. He was gasping, and still crying, but he held onto that spark and used Legilimens to push himself into Draco's head, into his body. He filled Draco both physically and magically, attempting to pour himself into him, to push away or reverse the magic that was resisting.
Draco felt the searing power of Harry's magic forcing its way past his own resistance. The pain was blinding, screaming in every nerve in his body. His mind clawed for a foothold on sanity, trying to reach back to his lover, to help him find a way to bring him back from the precipice he felt himself about to topple from.
Harry was shaking as the screams grew louder, trembling as everything about Draco's body told him to back away, to retreat. Please, Draco, please, he thought desperately. I love you. Please let this work. He couldn't allow himself to think about what would happen if it didn't work. Wouldn't allow himself to think of it. As with Voldemort, he began using memories. Memories of them kissing, touching, making love, even just holding hands.
Draco felt what Harry was doing and he tried to do the same. He let Harry into his own memories. Memories of the first time he saw Harry and his overwhelming need to connect with him. His disappointment when Harry had refused him. His eagerness to play Quidditch, just to be near him. Over and over again, he showed Harry how much he had always wanted and loved him.
Harry gasped at what he was seeing, and could actually feel Draco's ache for him inside his own body. Harry let Draco feel his own ache for him in return, hoping that somehow, the two feelings would be able to connect to each other, to bring them back together.
Love as power pushed through the pain, filling Draco with his husband's desire for him. He reached for that connection, the lifeline he needed. He opened himself up, forcing his own magic to surrender to Harry's.
Harry pushed harder with his own magic, reaching for Draco's like reaching for his hand, trying to entwine it like he would grasp his fingers.
Harry's love, made manifest in power, was a glorious and frightening thing. It had destroyed the Dark Lord and it could do the same to him. But Draco did what the other couldn't, he embraced the love, surrendering his own magic in complete trust to Harry.
Harry gasped again, his eyes wide as he held on to Draco in every sense, pulling Draco into himself as he gave himself over. He reached down blindly, drawing a finger across to make a short cut in the skin near Draco's hip. Then he cut his own hand with magic and pressed the wounds together.
Draco was moaning again but the pain had shifted into that edge of pleasure. Harry's magic pulsed with each thrust into Draco's body and the blond was now arching into his husband's touch.
Harry was not only gasping with pleasure, but also with utmost relief. "Yes, Draco," he groaned, knowing now that it was working.
Draco tried to speak around the gag, frustrated but happy as well as he felt his body doing what had always been his desire, reaching for Harry, welcoming him inside.
"Oh, Merlin, yes," Harry whispered as he kept his left hand pressed to the cut on Draco's hip. He began doing what he had been trying to do earlier, using his magic and thoughts to bind them, able to share them with Draco through their connection.
Draco arched his hips to meet Harry's thrusts inside him, trembling and gasping. "Yours," he tried to say around the leather in his mouth.
Though Draco's voice was muffled, Harry could understand what he was trying to say. "Yes," he agreed. "Yours."
Draco was weeping again, relief and pleasure mingling to make him tremble.
Harry moved a hand up and passed it over Draco's face, removing the gag there with his magic, wanting to hear him speak clearly, and to be able to kiss him.
"Harry," Draco gasped, licking his swollen lips.
Harry couldn't hold himself back and practically lunged forward, closing his mouth over Draco's as he set about freeing his arms and legs as well.
Draco clutched at his husband, his hand sliding over skin as he groaned into his lover's mouth. Touch! They could touch each other and it was electric and fantastic!
Harry groaned as well, slipping his tongue past Draco's lips. He'd not realised how truly good it was to just kiss Draco until that very moment. How good everything truly was. He tried to touch every single part of him.
Draco's tongue slid along Harry's, lips pressed to the other man's as he wrapped his legs around his husband's hips, pulling himself even further onto his cock.
Harry slid his tongue along Draco's as he pulled his mouth away, kissing his face and jaw, then his ears, still thrusting inside him. Merlin, inside him and Draco wasn't screaming or writhing in pain, but was arching up and moaning, and Harry was in heaven.
"Yes, my love," Draco gasped. "Fuck me, fill me!"
"Inside you," Harry moaned, sweating and beginning to cry yet again from everything he felt right at that moment.
"Harry James Potter," Draco gasped, "I am your husband, your lover, and I always will be!"
"Always," Harry agreed, feeling himself about to come. "Draco Validus Malfoy, I am your husband, your lover, and I will always be," he groaned.
"Always," Draco echoed and felt the rush of power as the Manor's magic flared, too.
Harry gasped one last time, spilling his seed inside of his husband and crying out his name as pleasure burst through his body.
Harry's magic filled him and spilled over as Draco clutched his husband and came between them. "Yes, oh, yes," he sobbed.
Harry was sobbing too and holding Draco as tightly as he could manage in their current positions, tears combining with sweat, sweat running with blood and their seed. "Mine," he whispered.
"Yes, yours and you are mine," Draco agreed, feeling the truth of it again in their magic.
Harry nodded in agreement moving his hands over every bit of Draco, finally sliding them into his hair and bringing his mouth down over his husband's. "Fuck, I've missed this so much," he whispered.
"Yes, touch me, everywhere," Draco gasped against his husbands lips.
Harry kissed Draco again, trailing a hand from his hair, down his side, and down his leg as far back as he could reach, feeling everything he possibly could.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, trembling and using his hand to touch his lover as well.
"I would've gone mad without you," Harry told him between slow slides of his tongue inside Draco's mouth. "I would've gone completely mad."
"I was nearly there," Draco answered and then sucked on his husband's lower lip.
Harry moaned, beginning to get hard again while still pressed inside Draco. "I never want anything like that to happen ever again," he said needlessly. "Never."
"Never," Draco agreed. "Take us to our bed."
Harry Apparated with Draco as soon as the words were out of his mouth. And was then confused for a moment when they landed on the floor between the two beds they had made.
Draco laughed, despite the fact he was now on his back on the floor under Harry. "We forgot the two beds," he said.
Harry laughed as well, kissing Draco again. "We should remedy that, because you are sleeping with me tonight," he said.
"Tonight and every night," the blond agreed.
"Merlin, I don't even want to move to do it," Harry said, his voice nearly a moan as he began to suck on the skin of Draco's neck.
"Please, fuck me again," Draco agreed. He felt like he had a month's worth to catch up on.
"Again, and again, and again, and again," Harry whispered, lifting his head, his hips already pressing forward.
Draco wrapped his legs around his husband's hips, arching up to meet him. He could feel how slick he already was with his husband's seed and it felt wonderful.
"I love you so much. Feels so good," Harry groaned.
"So good, with you," Draco nodded, kissing and nipping at his lover's lips and chin.
"Fuck, yes," Harry moaned. "Oh, fuck, yes." He panted, and thrust into Draco, burying a hand in his hair again.
Draco moaned, loving the feeling of his husband's cock sliding inside him, his words of desire adding to his own. "I want to fuck you, too," he gasped. "To feel myself inside you."
Harry whimpered at that. "Merlin, yes, fuck me," he moaned, smiling at the knowledge that the words wouldn't force compliance from Draco.
Draco chuckled, so happy he was laughing while being fucked. "Deeper love, fuck me into the floor," he gasped.
Harry thrust harder, as deep as he could go and wishing he could somehow go even deeper. He felt like a wave of heat washed through him, making him gasp and moan Draco's name as he came for a second time, shuddering.
There was nothing more amazing to Draco than the way his own body and magic responded to his husband, bringing his orgasm and spreading the waves of pleasure through his entire body.
Harry lowered his head to Draco's skin, his chest heaving against the blond's. "I never want to go," he managed, panting, "another day without that for the rest of my entire bloody life."
"Never again," Draco agreed, relaxing now.
"Mmm," Harry let out with a sigh, kissing Draco's neck. He would have constant contact with him for the rest of the day if he could manage it.
"I think I might have another splinter," Draco said, chuckling.
Harry smiled, chuckling as well. "After the splinter is gone, I want to have a shower with you," he said, "because, fuck, I've missed that, too."
"Only if you remove it with your magic," Draco insisted, smiling and clenching his body around Harry's again.
Harry shuddered, grinning. "Deal," he said.
"Splinter’s not the only thing in my arse right now though," Draco laughed, still pinned by Harry.
Harry laughed goofily, pulling back so that his cock slipped from Draco's body.
Draco groaned, feeling stiff now. He managed to sit up, but still couldn’t shake the grin off his face. He reached a hand for Harry's. "Never let go," he whispered.
Harry pulled Draco forward by his hand. "Of you?" he whispered back. "Never."