Harry Potter and The Dragon’s Treasure (BP6)

In the bathroom, Draco reached for his wand and realised he had left it and his silver hand in the Offering Room. He shrugged and bent over the sink counter, wriggling his arse. "Is there a splinter?" he asked, looking mischievously over his shoulder.

Harry smirked, walking up behind Draco and placing both hands on the gorgeous arse displayed. "I suppose I should have a look," he said, waggling his eyebrows with a grin. He bent down to inspect closely, and couldn't resist laying a kiss to the skin in front of him.

Draco watched, still shivering at his lover's touch. He spread his legs a little wider.

Harry licked his lips at the move, and at the incredibly, amazingly hot sight of his come dripping from Draco's arse. "Ah, here it is," he said, his voice deep. He ran a finger lightly over the small sliver in Draco's skin, using his magic to get it out rather than his fingernails.

The small spark of magic did what it always did, sending a tremor up Draco’s spine and making his cock jump in response. Yes, the binding was working again!

Harry looked up at Draco, giving him a crooked smile.

"Done?" Draco asked, smirking. "Or are there more?"

"I could give it another look," Harry replied huskily, bending his head over Draco's arse again, though instead of looking for splinters, he licked Draco's skin.

Draco moaned, head dropping forward to rest his forehead on the sink.

Harry smirked, dropping to his knees and spreading Draco apart with both hands. On the very verge of performing a Cleaning Charm, he paused for a moment, and his eyes flickered up Draco, though he couldn't see his face at all. Curiously and slowly, Harry moved forward, licking Draco's entrance with the very tip of his tongue.

Draco, too, expected the Cleaning Charm and was startled when his lover began to lick his sticky entrance. He moaned, legs trembling.

Harry flushed, licking more of Draco after the moan. He let his eyes fall shut, spreading him even more.

"Oh, Godsss," Draco gasped, he sensitive opening quivering and his cock filling.

Harry had no idea what it was about what he was doing that was so hot, but then again, he had no idea why he thought a lot of things were hot. He licked and sucked Draco’s entrance clean of his own come and then thrust the slick muscle inside, pressing forward.

Draco moaned and trembled, wondering at how amazingly lucky he was to have the sexiest, kinkiest husband possible.

"Mmm," Harry moaned, the taste of both Draco and himself in his mouth. His own cock had hardened and he wondered exactly how many fucks they could manage in one day.

"Yes, yes," Draco chanted, "you fucking amaze me!"

Harry smiled widely at that, pulling back. "Enough to be fucked?" he asked. "Or would you like to come this way?"

Draco's head spun with options, all of which sounded perfect. "Yes, love, yes," he answered.

Harry raised an eyebrow, not exactly sure what Draco was saying yes to, and that was enough to tell him Draco was already too far gone. He smiled widely again, leaning in to resume the licking and thrusting. He reached between Draco's legs as he let go of his arse with one hand, grasping his cock.

"Oh, Gods," Draco moaned again, knowing Harry would make him come soon.

Harry kissed his husband, and licked him, and sucked him, and stroked his cock until his lips were swollen, his wrist feeling slightly uncomfortable, and his entire body felt flushed with pleasure. "Mmm, fuck yeah, come," he moaned, breathing over the hole as his own cock throbbed.

Draco's grip on the sink almost hurt as he came, crying out and nearly collapsing as his knees buckled.

Harry stroked Draco through his orgasm, holding him up with one hand. His own cock was still hard between his legs and he trembled on the very edge of completion.

Draco released the sink and sank to his knees. He reached for his lover then, fingers wrapping around Harry's shaft and mouth closing over the glistening head.

Harry gasped, so close that that was all it took. "Draco!" he shouted hoarsely, throwing his head back as he came, hard, into Draco's mouth.

Draco licked and sucked and drank in Harry's seed and magic, feeling its power and pleasure.

Harry lowered himself to the tile floor, staring up at the ceiling and feeling so sated, he wasn't sure if he would be able to move. "Brilliant," he breathed.

Draco knelt beside him, gasping and grinning. "Yes," he agreed. "Wonder if we can break our own record?"

"Let's attempt it," Harry said happily, his eyes half-open as he stared up at Draco.

"Bath or bed?" Draco asked, still not moving yet.

"I don't care, as long as I can touch you," Harry replied, though he did feel very tired.

"I want you a million ways," Draco said softly. He managed to get to his feet and stagger over to the bathtub, starting it filling.

Harry smiled. "I want you a million and one," he teased, hands on his chest as he breathed deep.

Draco sat beside the bath, waiting for it to fill. "Can you make it over here?" he asked, chuckling.

Harry smiled goofily again, making himself sit up. "Of course," he said. "You're over there." He pushed himself to his shaky legs, climbing into the bath despite the fact that it wasn't filled yet.

Draco smiled, just as giddy as his lover, and slid into the large tub as well. He hissed slightly as his sore flesh came in contact with the hot water.

"Aww, my poor baby," Harry said with a grin, pulling Draco to him.

"Mmm," Draco sighed, relaxing into his husband's arms.

Harry slid his face along Draco's, happy to simply hold him. Even just that gave him tremendous pleasure. "Speaking of babies," he said quietly, "ours is with Hermione, right?"

"Yes, probably getting spinach in her hair," Draco answered, smiling at the image.

Harry hummed amusedly. "And Fleur's baby as well," he said, suddenly remembering. "She had a boy."

"What did they name him?" Draco asked. His memories of the visit to St Mungo's didn't include much after he walked out.

"I have no idea," Harry said truthfully. "I suppose we'll have to ask when we go downstairs. She's probably already out of the hospital, or will be soon."

"I wonder who he will look more like, Fleur or Bill?" Draco asked, the feel of the warm water and his lover's body making him feel absolutely content.

Harry shrugged, petting Draco's hair. "Didn't see him," he said, "but he'll probably be a good-looking kid either way."

"Yeah, not as pretty as ours," Draco said, "but nice."

Harry chuckled. "I agree one hundred percent," he said. And then after a moment, "Do you think ... Do you think I can get pregnant again?" he asked quietly. "After this new binding?"

Draco looked up at his lover smiling. "Oh, I so very much want to find out," he said, waggling his eyebrows.

Harry smiled and snorted. "I'm sure you certainly will," he replied, waggling his eyebrows in return.

The idea was arousing to him and Draco turned in Harry's arms, letting him feel that. "Maybe we should go back to bed," he whispered.

Harry's eyes widened. "To try and get me pregnant?" he asked, raising his eyebrows until they were high on his forehead.

"Yes," Draco said, expression serious and full of his desire.

Harry's eyes were still wide. "Are you - I mean - are you sure?" he spluttered.

"Do you doubt it?" Draco asked, gently kissing his lips, and rubbing against him.

Harry kissed Draco back just as gently. "I -" He paused. "No," he said. "Are you sure you want another baby? No turning back if we do it."

"I am the one who wants a houseful, remember?" Draco whispered.

Harry nodded, smiling softly as his heart began to pick up speed. "Okay," he whispered back.

Draco kissed him gently and then pulled back, getting to his feet and stepping out of the tub. He reached for a towel, since he didn't have a wand to dry himself.

Harry dried himself with a charm, his heart beating even faster, his eyes on Draco.

Draco smiled, cock still hard and jutting from his body. He reached his hand out to his husband.

Harry slid his hand into Draco's, squeezing it and taking deep breaths. He let out a soft, amused sound when he saw that there were still two beds instead of one.

Draco arched an eyebrow and waited for his husband to fix their bed.

Harry raised his right hand, making a small sweeping gesture and watching as the two beds hopped over and made themselves into one, blankets and all. He smiled, pulling his husband onto the mattress with him.

Draco groaned, pinning his lover to the mattress. "I am going to fill you," he promised.

"Oh, Merlin, yes," Harry responded, arching up.

Draco bent his mouth to one dark nipple, licking it gently and watching as the flesh pebbled. "Yes," Draco whispered. "And you will use your power to make another baby for us and feed it with these lovely nipples." He brought his lips over the sensitive flesh sucking gently and teasing with the tip of his tongue.

Harry gasped, laying his hand gently atop Draco's head, his eyes half closed as he watched him.

"Mmm," Draco hummed, sucking harder while his hand reached to tease the other nipple with the tips of his fingers.

"Yes," Harry whispered, arching his neck as his cock twitched.

Draco pulled and released Harry's nipple with a pop and then smiled, moving over to the second one. He slid his hands down his lover's body, teasing the hair on his belly as he repeated his caresses there.

Harry sucked in a breath through his teeth, groaning as his fingers tightened in Draco's hair.

Draco's fingertips traced the scar on his husband's belly. "A girl, held safe in here until she is ready," he whispered, breath ghosting over his lover's wet nipple.

Harry nodded. "A girl," he agreed.

Draco pressed a knee between his lover's legs. "Spread yourself for me, Harry," he whispered, then sucked again on that sensitive nipple.

Harry let out another moan as he opened his legs wide and pulled them up slightly, reaching down for his own arse with his hands and spreading himself apart.

Draco released his lover's nipple and gave it a final lick before lifting his head and smiling up at him. He knelt between Harry's knees and reached for his cock, sliding his hand softly over the shaft. "Slick yourself for me," he told him.

Harry's breathing sped up as he used his magic to cover his entrance with lube. "Mmm, fuck me, Draco," he said, smiling once again at being able to say it that way. "Fill me with you."

Draco moaned, never able to resist Harry and not wanting to do anything else but be inside of him. He moved forward, pressing the already slick head of his cock against his lover's opening. "Yes, my love," he gasped and then pushed gently into him, shuddering as he did.

Harry let out a very long groan, having missed Draco being inside him more than he could believe. He clutched at his back, closing his eyes.

Draco's eyes fluttered closed, focusing entirely on the feel of his lover's body taking him inside. "Oh, Gods, love," he gasped. "Inside you, where I belong."

Harry wrapped his legs around Draco to enforce his words. "Where you'll always belong," he said, tears behind his eyelids. They were making a baby. Since he was willingly using his magic to do so, this time he could tell what the small waves of power were, and knew that they would grow towards the end. He was filled with awe and amazement, holding his husband tightly.

Power rippled in his body and Draco gasped, feeling both Harry's magic and the Manor's swirling around them now. "Yes," he gasped and leaned forward, bracing himself with his hand as he began to flex his hips, sliding out and then in more deeply.

Harry moved to meet Draco's thrusts, still clutching him with both arms and legs. "It's working," he gasped. "Merlin, I love you. It's working."

"Yes, deep inside you, love," Draco whispered, feeling the wave of magic and desire mingling in their bodies. He kept the rhythm slow, like the last time, feeling the power building as he did.

Harry moved his hand up to rest against the back of Draco's head, letting the pleasure take him over while at the same time making sure his own magic kept doing what it was supposed to. He even tried to make sure the baby was a girl, willing it to be so.

Draco began to rock faster, each slide deep inside, making the magic crackle over and inside him. He gasped and moaned, lost in it now.

Harry could feel the waves crashing, same as last time, as he drew closer to coming. "Yes," he gasped. "Draco, oh fuck, Draco."

"Oh, Harry," Draco gasped, feeling the power building fast as he plunged forward, as deep as he could.

Harry came between them then, crying out and feeling the pleasure fill him until it was like it could spill out. He shuddered with it, panting heavily.

Power roared through him, Harry's release bringing Draco's and spilling his seed deep inside his husband. His head snapped back and he cried out in ecstasy.

Harry let out a small whimpering sigh as he relaxed against the bed, completely exhausted, and so happy he could almost float away.

Draco's arm gave out and he collapsed on top of Harry, panting and sighing.

Harry smiled, hugging Draco very tightly. "I love you so much," he whispered.

Draco shuddered, still gasping for breath. "I love you more than anything," he said, kissing his lover's chest.

"Mmhm," Harry hummed in agreement, stroking Draco's hair again.

Draco's hand trembled as he slid it between their bodies, smiling as he found the slick remains of Harry's release. He pressed fingertips to that spot he had first felt Valen. Eyes closed, he breathed deep, concentrating and then shivered when he felt it.

"It's there," Harry whispered, smiling. He could tell from Draco's shiver.

"Yes, she is," Draco whispered too, awed still by what they had done.

Harry's smile grew and he held Draco tightly once again. "I can't believe it," he said. "Another one."

"Love-made flesh," Draco whispered, caressing that spot.

"Love-made flesh," Harry repeated, his eyes soft.

They lay like that for a while and Draco could never remember feeling more satisfied and complete. Finally, he raised his head, looking at his husband. "Harry," he whispered, "maybe we should let them know we are better."

Harry grinned. "And pregnant," he said.

"Yes," Draco grinned, his eyes shining in delight.

"Valen will be able to feel it," Harry said, suddenly feeling very giddy again.

"I don't know if he will understand what it means, but probably," Draco answered, still smiling up at his husband. He braced his hand on the bed again and moaned softly as he slid back from his lover's body.

"We'll have to teach him," Harry replied, sitting up as Draco moved back.

Draco sat back on his knees. "My wand and hand are still downstairs," he said. "Clean me?"

Harry nodded, doing a charm for Draco and then one for himself, unable to stop smiling.

Draco gasped, sated but sensitive. He smiled happily at his husband. "Missed your magic, too," he said.

"I missed everything," Harry said, moving forward and laying a kiss to Draco's lips.

Draco's eyes half closed, trembling at the soft kiss.

Harry pulled back only slightly. "Let's get dressed, and then go and get your hand and your wand, and then we can go tell Ron and Hermione," he said, voice quiet and still very happy.