Harry Potter and The White Queen (BP3)
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Naked Truth
Chapter Number/Total: 29/49
Chapter Title: Naked Truth
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Draco lay in their bed with Harry – his husband – pressed against him. He looked up at the "H" and down again at the man with him. They had danced late, finally falling into bed exhausted from an amazing wedding day. He was sometimes afraid that he would wake up and find it had been a dream. A brilliant, beautiful dream.
Harry was clinging to Draco, his head on his chest and a leg thrown over him as he slept. He was starting to wake now, eyelids fluttering as he made small movements.
Draco smiled down at him. He waited for that first look into Harry's eyes in the morning.
Harry took a deep breath and then stretched his legs out sleepily. He opened his eyes with a yawn and smiled up at Draco. "Morning," he said thickly, relaxing again after his stretching.
"Morning ... husband." Draco smirked.
Harry's smile grew and he kissed Draco's chest. "I like the sound of that," he said happily.
"Say it," Draco whispered.
"Husband," Harry said quietly. "Draco Malfoy, you are my husband." He brought his left hand up and looked at the ring there, smiling softly at it.
Draco had fallen to sleep without removing the silver hand, so he held it up to Harry's, entwining his fingers with his lover's. "Harry Potter, you are my husband."
Harry stared at their entwined fingers and knew there could be nothing more perfect. "I love you," he said quietly with a bit of wonder in his voice. He was thinking of how only a few short months ago, he had hated the beautiful man who was now in bed with him.
"Six months," Draco said quietly, "since I kissed you; six months ago today."
"I can hardly believe that," Harry whispered. "I feel like I've been with you forever. Like we've always been together."
Resting their combined hands on his chest, Draco smiled. "It has been ... a busy six months," he answered.
Harry nodded. "That's one word for it," he said, looking at Draco's face again.
"So, what would you like to do today?" Draco smiled, eyebrows raised.
Harry grinned. "What do husbands do?" he asked, raising his own eyebrows.
"I think you may have to teach me." Draco smiled sweetly.
Harry grinned. "Me teach you? Well, that's a change, but I'll certainly give it a try." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Draco smiled and sighed deep, waiting to see what Harry would come up with.
Harry moved up onto his hands and knees above Draco and then bent to kiss him slowly, circling one of his nipples with the hand that wasn't supporting his weight.
"Mmm," Draco hummed into his mouth, and he shivered at that first touch.
Harry smiled against Draco's lips and gently slid his tongue into his mouth, lowering his body more so that he could feel Draco's heat.
Draco slid his tongue against Harry's gently, slowly caressing. He cupped the back of his head with his right hand, laying his silver hand on Harry's side. He sighed, the position reminding him of the first time Harry kissed him in the Room of Requirement.
"Do you know that I will do this every day for the rest of our lives?" Harry whispered against Draco's lips before licking them gently again. "Even when we're old and can barely move."
"Yes, that's what I want," Draco said breathlessly. He realised it was true. "That is my greatest wish," he continued, his hands caressing Harry, "to grow old with you."
Harry's heart fluttered with that knowledge. "That's your greatest wish?" he whispered, eyes soft.
"Yes," Draco admitted, nodding and blushing a bit.
Harry kissed Draco again. "I hope we're one hundred and fifty with as many grandchildren - no, older than that." he whispered, smiling.
"Yes." Draco laughed. "Boring them with tales of the bad old days and romantic prattle about the robe shop."
Harry grinned. "Indeed we will," he said. "Although I think we should stick to the first visit there." He laughed.
Draco laughed, grinning. "Probably." Then he smirked again, looking down between their bodies as Harry still knelt over him. "So are you going to hover there or do something wicked to me?"
Harry smiled. "As if I could be anywhere around you naked and not?" He moved forward and pressed their lips together again.
Draco's answer was delayed as he kissed Harry. When he pulled away again, Draco said, "Not if our wedding is any indication."
Harry laughed delightedly. "Okay, naked or clothed," he said, moving to straddle Draco and smirk down at him.
Draco blushed again, shaking his head. His cock gave an appreciative bounce at the memory.
Harry laughed again. "I don't care what you say. You're cute," he said, staring down at Draco and contemplating what he wanted to do with him.
Draco laid back and began stroking his own body with both his hands, watching Harry. His fingers played over his chest, his nipples hardening as he did.
Harry raised an eyebrow and watched Draco touch himself. He stared down at him with a small smirk still on his lips. "Cute and hot," he said huskily, sliding his own hands across Draco's body.
"Cute?" Draco sneered, rolling his eyes. His hands continued down his body, over his stomach to his cock. He wrapped silver fingers around his own cock and began to stroke himself. He watched Harry the entire time.
Harry's cock jumped this time. "More hot right now," he said quickly, grabbing Draco's hand and replacing it with his own. He stroked Draco slowly, making sure to squeeze at the head.
"Mmm." Draco sighed and licked his lips. "Turn around," he said. "Since you won't let me play with myself ...."
Harry's entire body flushed with heat. It took him a moment to actually get his body parts to do what he wanted them to. Finally, he managed to process Draco's words completely and turned so that his hard cock was right in Draco's face and Draco's beautiful flesh was in his.
Draco grinned, turning on his side so that he could reach Harry's cock. He spent a moment enjoying the sight and inhaling the scent of him.
Harry closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and sighed happily. He opened his eyes again and grasped Draco gently with his hand, not doing anything yet except touching him.
Harry's hard cock bounced in front of him as he breathed on it. He reached his silver fingers for that lovely flesh, smooth fingers sliding down warm skin.
Harry let out a hot, shaky breath as Draco touched him. He kissed the head of Draco's cock very softly, lips barely any pressure at all.
Draco smiled, enjoying the soft skin sliding along under his silver fingers. He used the tip of his tongue to lick pre-come from the tip.
Harry kissed Draco's cock again, more open-mouthed this time. He slid the head against his lips, smearing the wetness across them.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, sliding his lips over the crown of Harry's cock, licking at the soft skin.
Harry tensed for a second from the pleasure, but then relaxed again, sighing through his nose. He moved closer and licked up Draco's shaft.
Draco shivered and sucked more of Harry's cock into his mouth, moving his right hand down to cup his lover's balls.
Harry moaned quietly, licking, kissing and sucking along Draco's skin before sucking on the head of his cock lightly, eyes falling shut.
Draco ran his tongue around the crown ridge of his husband's cock. His silver fingers kept sliding up and down.
Sliding his mouth down further, Harry was determined to keep his attention on Draco and his pleasure, not on his own, but Draco wasn't making things any easier. Draco was damn good with his mouth and always had been. He had a knack for reducing Harry into a quivering mess.
Draco always did enjoy competing with Harry. This was one of those situations where he won even if he lost. As it was, he began to pick up the pace, confident that he could make Harry come first.
Harry's movement faltered but then he bobbed his head quickly, moaning. Merlin, it was heaven between his legs but he tried to focus on what was throbbing in his mouth, swirling and pressing his tongue.
Draco could feel Harry's excitement in his magic as well as taste it in his mouth. He took more of his lover's cock inside, swallowing around it.
Harry's thighs quivered and he hated that he wasn't as good at this as Draco was. Draco swallowed around Harry and Harry moaned louder. Draco was definitely better.
Draco's concentration was good. He wouldn't tell Harry why, but he had been trained to concentrate. To be able to do this, no matter what the conditions. At least it allowed him to bring Harry so much pleasure. He focused his breathing, deep throating Harry.
Harry was breathing quickly out of his nose now, his skin flushed red and his eyelids fluttering. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked and he sped his hand up on Draco's cock. He tried to get Draco off, but he could feel his own orgasm approaching quickly.
Draco felt Harry's magic flaring as he slid Harry's cock deep into his throat and allowed it to constrict around it.
Squeezing his eyes even more tightly shut, Harry tried to hold his orgasm at bay, but it exploded out of him and he gasped around Draco's cock. He had to stop moving his head for a moment while the intense waves of pleasure coursed through him, rocking his body.
Harry's power always brought his orgasm, too. Draco shuddered, swallowing hard as he came into his lover's mouth.
Harry was surprised when Draco came, having not been expecting it at all, but he swallowed up everything that he could, panting through his nose again.
Draco gasped for breath, clutched at Harry's hips and resting his forehead against his husband's thigh.
Harry released Draco's cock from his mouth and his hand. He tried to say something, but found that he couldn't yet.
Draco kissed Harry's hip gently, lovingly stroking his skin.
Harry took deep, steady breaths, smiling at Draco's soft touch. "Wow," he whispered finally.
"Yes," Draco said, still petting Harry's hip and thigh.
"I think I will enjoy my life with you," Harry said with a weak chuckle, though he was quite serious. He kissed the skin just above where blond curls started.
"I should think so," Draco chuckled.
Harry smiled again and was quite happy to stay where he was forever.
Draco rolled onto his back. "As tasty as that was," he said, "I am still hungry. I barely touched food yesterday."
Harry sighed and pushed himself up. "Neither did I," he said.
"Do we stay in bed and eat or go down to the dining room?" Draco asked.
Harry stretched his arms over his head and then idly scratched his stomach. "Whatever you want," he said with a smile.
"Benedict," Draco spoke up. The house-elf appeared moments later.
"Yes, Master Draco," the elf said, bowing slightly.
"Merlin, Draco!" Harry cried, scrambling to get under the covers.
Draco snorted, completely unconcerned about being naked in front of a house-elf. "Harry and I will have breakfast in bed today," he said to Benedict. "If anyone asks, we are taking a day to ourselves and are not to be disturbed except in case of an emergency."
"Yes, Master Draco," the elf said and disappeared.
Harry shook his head and raised amused eyebrows at Draco. "Strange how you are embarrassed about anyone even mentioning anything about our sex lives, and then you're completely okay being naked."
"Naked is not sex," Draco said, "and house-elves are not people." He shook his head, laying back down.
Harry shrugged. "They still know you're naked," he said, but he settled down next to Draco and smiled at him. "A day to ourselves? Sounds lovely."
"They are naked too, Harry," Draco answered. "Yes, just you and me."
Harry looked at Draco confusedly. "They're not naked ..." he said, wondering why he was continuing to talk about house-elves anyway.
Draco frowned at him. "They don't wear clothes and they don't care what they look like to us," he said. "And they certainly don't care about our genitals. They don't see us that way."
Harry stared at Draco for a moment. "I guess," he said with another shrug. "I still couldn't just hang around naked with a house-elf. I don't care if they're looking at my dick or not. Nor could I hang around centaurs, merpeople, goblins - or any other non-human creature that's intelligent - naked."
Draco shook his head at his husband, just as Benedict arrived with a tray of food. The elf set the tray on the bed and disappeared again. "See, he could care less if I am naked," Draco said with a huff.
Harry snorted and reached for a muffin. "Well, you can certainly be naked around house-elves if that's what you want," he said, amused. "I'm not stopping you."
"And in front of other people?" Draco teased, pouring them both tea and picking up a scone.
Harry took his tea and raised an eyebrow. "Are you a nudist or something?" he asked, looking at Draco strangely.
"Not exactly," Draco said cautiously, nibbling on his scone and sipping his tea.
"Not exactly?" Harry asked, still looking at Draco strangely. "What's that mean?"
"It means that I like my body and I don't mind others looking at it." Draco smirked.
Harry made a bit of a face. He didn't quite know what to say to that. "Well ... oh," he said.
Draco watched him for a minute, still eating. "Aren't you hungry?' he asked.
Harry nodded and took a bite of his forgotten muffin.
Draco reached his hand over and smoothed hair back from Harry's eyes. "I've upset you," he said.
"Oh - no, I'm all right," Harry said quickly, taking another bite to keep from having to say anything else for the moment.
Draco continued to eat, waiting and watching Harry.
Harry looked up at Draco when he had eaten the whole muffin and had no excuse for keeping quiet anymore. "What?" he asked simply.
"That's what I am waiting for, the what," Draco said.
"The what about what?" Harry asked, even though he knew it was stupid to play this game.
Draco snorted and got out of bed, picking up his wand and using it to pull the drapes open to let in the light. Then he opened the door to the patio and stood naked, looking out over the garden.
Harry frowned, looking a little disgruntled, and followed Draco despite freezing his balls off. "Have I upset you?" he asked quietly, wrapping arms about himself.
"What do you think?" he asked.
"I didn't mean to, whatever I did," Harry said, shivering.
"So you stand naked with me where the world could see?" Draco snorted. "Back inside," he said, turning and pushing the Gryffindor back through the door and closing it.
Harry was utterly confused. He stood staring at Draco with arms still crossed tightly over his chest to keep the cold away.
Draco took Harry by the arm and pulled him back over to the bed and sat him down on it. "You lie to me one minute and follow me out into the cold the next," he said in exasperation.
Harry sighed. "I didn't mean to lie to you," he said quietly, looking at his own legs. "I just - I didn't know what to say."
Draco stood so close that Harry could not help but look at his legs as he looked down. "Tell me what is going on in there," he said, making a gentle tug at Harry's hair.
Harry huffed. "It's stupid, because - it just is, but I wouldn't like it very much," he said very quietly, still not looking up into Draco's face.
"Look at me," Draco said quietly.
Harry let out a quiet sigh, feeling stupid. He raised his head only to see that he was eye-level with Draco's cock. He raised an eyebrow at it.
Draco chuckled. "At my face." He smirked.
Harry couldn't help a small smile, and he looked up into Draco's face.
"So," Draco smirked, "you were going to explain to me what you don't like about me being nude."
"You know I like you nude," Harry said, looking at Draco as if trying to figure out if he was being funny or not. "I just ... don't think I'd like others ... to." He blushed, having no idea why this conversation made him feel like such a dolt.
"You don't like others ... what?" Draco asked. He had an idea where this was going, but he wasn't about to say it for him.
"I wouldn't like others to fancy you or see you naked," Harry said quickly, not mentioning the fact that Harry hadn't minded at all when he had fucked Draco on the couch in the Weasley's living room.
"You can't control what others feel, Harry," Draco said. "For example, I know that there are a lot of witches and wizards probably envious that I have Harry Potter as my lover and husband. I don't mind that. I like that it is me you chose."
"I know," said Harry with a small huff. "That's why it's stupid. I know others fancy you." He paused for a moment. "Maybe it's not that then. I can't put it in words."
"It can't be that you would ever imagine me leaving you for anyone else," Draco chided him.
Harry sighed. "You can't do that," he said quietly. "Literally." He was silent for a moment. "But what if you wanted to?" he asked quickly, finally voicing one of his greatest fears. But then he immediately wished he hadn't said it. "No - just, never mind. I know you love me," he said quietly, staring at Draco's chin now instead of his eyes.
Draco reached for Harry's chin, tipping his face up. "Still don't trust me, love?" he asked sadly.
"Of course I trust you," Harry said seriously. "I would trust you with anything - I just - what if I'm not good enough for you?" Harry's voice was nearly a whisper now.
Draco shook his head. "Good enough? In what possible way could you not be good enough?" he asked. "Most of the Wizarding world will tell you right now that I am the one not good enough."
Harry sighed and fell back to the bed on his back. "Well, they're wrong," he said. "Just like they're wrong about nearly everything else."
Draco laughed at that. "Probably," he agreed as he leaned forward on both arms, his body hovering over Harry's. "Never doubt me, Harry," Draco said, looking into his eyes again. "I have wanted you from the moment I met you and I always will."
Harry gave him a small smile and nodded. "I'm just an idiot, I suppose," he said.
"I suppose." Draco grinned, allowing his body to press down against Harry's and sighing at the pleasure of their skin touching.
Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's back and his smile grew. "Mine," he said very quietly.
"Yours." Draco smiled, deliberately rubbing his body against Harry's as if to remind him what it was that was his.
Harry pushed his head down into the mattress to get a better look at Draco's face, grinning. "So, all day alone, eh?" he asked with a suggestive eyebrow waggle, rubbing himself against Draco in turn.
"All day, all night," Draco leered. "Think you can keep up?"
Harry smirked. "The question is, can you?" He chuckled low in his throat.
"Ah, so what is the challenge then?" Draco asked, grinning.
Harry's smirk was still firmly in place. "How many hard-ons you can get as opposed to how many I can?" he suggested, knowing full well he would win that one - with the binding promise and all.
"That's hardly a fair contest, given your magical advantage there," Draco pointed out immediately. "How about who can get the other off the most times?"
Harry thought for a moment. "You're on," he said finally, grinning from ear to ear.
Chapter Title: Naked Truth
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Draco lay in their bed with Harry – his husband – pressed against him. He looked up at the "H" and down again at the man with him. They had danced late, finally falling into bed exhausted from an amazing wedding day. He was sometimes afraid that he would wake up and find it had been a dream. A brilliant, beautiful dream.
Harry was clinging to Draco, his head on his chest and a leg thrown over him as he slept. He was starting to wake now, eyelids fluttering as he made small movements.
Draco smiled down at him. He waited for that first look into Harry's eyes in the morning.
Harry took a deep breath and then stretched his legs out sleepily. He opened his eyes with a yawn and smiled up at Draco. "Morning," he said thickly, relaxing again after his stretching.
"Morning ... husband." Draco smirked.
Harry's smile grew and he kissed Draco's chest. "I like the sound of that," he said happily.
"Say it," Draco whispered.
"Husband," Harry said quietly. "Draco Malfoy, you are my husband." He brought his left hand up and looked at the ring there, smiling softly at it.
Draco had fallen to sleep without removing the silver hand, so he held it up to Harry's, entwining his fingers with his lover's. "Harry Potter, you are my husband."
Harry stared at their entwined fingers and knew there could be nothing more perfect. "I love you," he said quietly with a bit of wonder in his voice. He was thinking of how only a few short months ago, he had hated the beautiful man who was now in bed with him.
"Six months," Draco said quietly, "since I kissed you; six months ago today."
"I can hardly believe that," Harry whispered. "I feel like I've been with you forever. Like we've always been together."
Resting their combined hands on his chest, Draco smiled. "It has been ... a busy six months," he answered.
Harry nodded. "That's one word for it," he said, looking at Draco's face again.
"So, what would you like to do today?" Draco smiled, eyebrows raised.
Harry grinned. "What do husbands do?" he asked, raising his own eyebrows.
"I think you may have to teach me." Draco smiled sweetly.
Harry grinned. "Me teach you? Well, that's a change, but I'll certainly give it a try." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Draco smiled and sighed deep, waiting to see what Harry would come up with.
Harry moved up onto his hands and knees above Draco and then bent to kiss him slowly, circling one of his nipples with the hand that wasn't supporting his weight.
"Mmm," Draco hummed into his mouth, and he shivered at that first touch.
Harry smiled against Draco's lips and gently slid his tongue into his mouth, lowering his body more so that he could feel Draco's heat.
Draco slid his tongue against Harry's gently, slowly caressing. He cupped the back of his head with his right hand, laying his silver hand on Harry's side. He sighed, the position reminding him of the first time Harry kissed him in the Room of Requirement.
"Do you know that I will do this every day for the rest of our lives?" Harry whispered against Draco's lips before licking them gently again. "Even when we're old and can barely move."
"Yes, that's what I want," Draco said breathlessly. He realised it was true. "That is my greatest wish," he continued, his hands caressing Harry, "to grow old with you."
Harry's heart fluttered with that knowledge. "That's your greatest wish?" he whispered, eyes soft.
"Yes," Draco admitted, nodding and blushing a bit.
Harry kissed Draco again. "I hope we're one hundred and fifty with as many grandchildren - no, older than that." he whispered, smiling.
"Yes." Draco laughed. "Boring them with tales of the bad old days and romantic prattle about the robe shop."
Harry grinned. "Indeed we will," he said. "Although I think we should stick to the first visit there." He laughed.
Draco laughed, grinning. "Probably." Then he smirked again, looking down between their bodies as Harry still knelt over him. "So are you going to hover there or do something wicked to me?"
Harry smiled. "As if I could be anywhere around you naked and not?" He moved forward and pressed their lips together again.
Draco's answer was delayed as he kissed Harry. When he pulled away again, Draco said, "Not if our wedding is any indication."
Harry laughed delightedly. "Okay, naked or clothed," he said, moving to straddle Draco and smirk down at him.
Draco blushed again, shaking his head. His cock gave an appreciative bounce at the memory.
Harry laughed again. "I don't care what you say. You're cute," he said, staring down at Draco and contemplating what he wanted to do with him.
Draco laid back and began stroking his own body with both his hands, watching Harry. His fingers played over his chest, his nipples hardening as he did.
Harry raised an eyebrow and watched Draco touch himself. He stared down at him with a small smirk still on his lips. "Cute and hot," he said huskily, sliding his own hands across Draco's body.
"Cute?" Draco sneered, rolling his eyes. His hands continued down his body, over his stomach to his cock. He wrapped silver fingers around his own cock and began to stroke himself. He watched Harry the entire time.
Harry's cock jumped this time. "More hot right now," he said quickly, grabbing Draco's hand and replacing it with his own. He stroked Draco slowly, making sure to squeeze at the head.
"Mmm." Draco sighed and licked his lips. "Turn around," he said. "Since you won't let me play with myself ...."
Harry's entire body flushed with heat. It took him a moment to actually get his body parts to do what he wanted them to. Finally, he managed to process Draco's words completely and turned so that his hard cock was right in Draco's face and Draco's beautiful flesh was in his.
Draco grinned, turning on his side so that he could reach Harry's cock. He spent a moment enjoying the sight and inhaling the scent of him.
Harry closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and sighed happily. He opened his eyes again and grasped Draco gently with his hand, not doing anything yet except touching him.
Harry's hard cock bounced in front of him as he breathed on it. He reached his silver fingers for that lovely flesh, smooth fingers sliding down warm skin.
Harry let out a hot, shaky breath as Draco touched him. He kissed the head of Draco's cock very softly, lips barely any pressure at all.
Draco smiled, enjoying the soft skin sliding along under his silver fingers. He used the tip of his tongue to lick pre-come from the tip.
Harry kissed Draco's cock again, more open-mouthed this time. He slid the head against his lips, smearing the wetness across them.
"Mmm," Draco hummed, sliding his lips over the crown of Harry's cock, licking at the soft skin.
Harry tensed for a second from the pleasure, but then relaxed again, sighing through his nose. He moved closer and licked up Draco's shaft.
Draco shivered and sucked more of Harry's cock into his mouth, moving his right hand down to cup his lover's balls.
Harry moaned quietly, licking, kissing and sucking along Draco's skin before sucking on the head of his cock lightly, eyes falling shut.
Draco ran his tongue around the crown ridge of his husband's cock. His silver fingers kept sliding up and down.
Sliding his mouth down further, Harry was determined to keep his attention on Draco and his pleasure, not on his own, but Draco wasn't making things any easier. Draco was damn good with his mouth and always had been. He had a knack for reducing Harry into a quivering mess.
Draco always did enjoy competing with Harry. This was one of those situations where he won even if he lost. As it was, he began to pick up the pace, confident that he could make Harry come first.
Harry's movement faltered but then he bobbed his head quickly, moaning. Merlin, it was heaven between his legs but he tried to focus on what was throbbing in his mouth, swirling and pressing his tongue.
Draco could feel Harry's excitement in his magic as well as taste it in his mouth. He took more of his lover's cock inside, swallowing around it.
Harry's thighs quivered and he hated that he wasn't as good at this as Draco was. Draco swallowed around Harry and Harry moaned louder. Draco was definitely better.
Draco's concentration was good. He wouldn't tell Harry why, but he had been trained to concentrate. To be able to do this, no matter what the conditions. At least it allowed him to bring Harry so much pleasure. He focused his breathing, deep throating Harry.
Harry was breathing quickly out of his nose now, his skin flushed red and his eyelids fluttering. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked and he sped his hand up on Draco's cock. He tried to get Draco off, but he could feel his own orgasm approaching quickly.
Draco felt Harry's magic flaring as he slid Harry's cock deep into his throat and allowed it to constrict around it.
Squeezing his eyes even more tightly shut, Harry tried to hold his orgasm at bay, but it exploded out of him and he gasped around Draco's cock. He had to stop moving his head for a moment while the intense waves of pleasure coursed through him, rocking his body.
Harry's power always brought his orgasm, too. Draco shuddered, swallowing hard as he came into his lover's mouth.
Harry was surprised when Draco came, having not been expecting it at all, but he swallowed up everything that he could, panting through his nose again.
Draco gasped for breath, clutched at Harry's hips and resting his forehead against his husband's thigh.
Harry released Draco's cock from his mouth and his hand. He tried to say something, but found that he couldn't yet.
Draco kissed Harry's hip gently, lovingly stroking his skin.
Harry took deep, steady breaths, smiling at Draco's soft touch. "Wow," he whispered finally.
"Yes," Draco said, still petting Harry's hip and thigh.
"I think I will enjoy my life with you," Harry said with a weak chuckle, though he was quite serious. He kissed the skin just above where blond curls started.
"I should think so," Draco chuckled.
Harry smiled again and was quite happy to stay where he was forever.
Draco rolled onto his back. "As tasty as that was," he said, "I am still hungry. I barely touched food yesterday."
Harry sighed and pushed himself up. "Neither did I," he said.
"Do we stay in bed and eat or go down to the dining room?" Draco asked.
Harry stretched his arms over his head and then idly scratched his stomach. "Whatever you want," he said with a smile.
"Benedict," Draco spoke up. The house-elf appeared moments later.
"Yes, Master Draco," the elf said, bowing slightly.
"Merlin, Draco!" Harry cried, scrambling to get under the covers.
Draco snorted, completely unconcerned about being naked in front of a house-elf. "Harry and I will have breakfast in bed today," he said to Benedict. "If anyone asks, we are taking a day to ourselves and are not to be disturbed except in case of an emergency."
"Yes, Master Draco," the elf said and disappeared.
Harry shook his head and raised amused eyebrows at Draco. "Strange how you are embarrassed about anyone even mentioning anything about our sex lives, and then you're completely okay being naked."
"Naked is not sex," Draco said, "and house-elves are not people." He shook his head, laying back down.
Harry shrugged. "They still know you're naked," he said, but he settled down next to Draco and smiled at him. "A day to ourselves? Sounds lovely."
"They are naked too, Harry," Draco answered. "Yes, just you and me."
Harry looked at Draco confusedly. "They're not naked ..." he said, wondering why he was continuing to talk about house-elves anyway.
Draco frowned at him. "They don't wear clothes and they don't care what they look like to us," he said. "And they certainly don't care about our genitals. They don't see us that way."
Harry stared at Draco for a moment. "I guess," he said with another shrug. "I still couldn't just hang around naked with a house-elf. I don't care if they're looking at my dick or not. Nor could I hang around centaurs, merpeople, goblins - or any other non-human creature that's intelligent - naked."
Draco shook his head at his husband, just as Benedict arrived with a tray of food. The elf set the tray on the bed and disappeared again. "See, he could care less if I am naked," Draco said with a huff.
Harry snorted and reached for a muffin. "Well, you can certainly be naked around house-elves if that's what you want," he said, amused. "I'm not stopping you."
"And in front of other people?" Draco teased, pouring them both tea and picking up a scone.
Harry took his tea and raised an eyebrow. "Are you a nudist or something?" he asked, looking at Draco strangely.
"Not exactly," Draco said cautiously, nibbling on his scone and sipping his tea.
"Not exactly?" Harry asked, still looking at Draco strangely. "What's that mean?"
"It means that I like my body and I don't mind others looking at it." Draco smirked.
Harry made a bit of a face. He didn't quite know what to say to that. "Well ... oh," he said.
Draco watched him for a minute, still eating. "Aren't you hungry?' he asked.
Harry nodded and took a bite of his forgotten muffin.
Draco reached his hand over and smoothed hair back from Harry's eyes. "I've upset you," he said.
"Oh - no, I'm all right," Harry said quickly, taking another bite to keep from having to say anything else for the moment.
Draco continued to eat, waiting and watching Harry.
Harry looked up at Draco when he had eaten the whole muffin and had no excuse for keeping quiet anymore. "What?" he asked simply.
"That's what I am waiting for, the what," Draco said.
"The what about what?" Harry asked, even though he knew it was stupid to play this game.
Draco snorted and got out of bed, picking up his wand and using it to pull the drapes open to let in the light. Then he opened the door to the patio and stood naked, looking out over the garden.
Harry frowned, looking a little disgruntled, and followed Draco despite freezing his balls off. "Have I upset you?" he asked quietly, wrapping arms about himself.
"What do you think?" he asked.
"I didn't mean to, whatever I did," Harry said, shivering.
"So you stand naked with me where the world could see?" Draco snorted. "Back inside," he said, turning and pushing the Gryffindor back through the door and closing it.
Harry was utterly confused. He stood staring at Draco with arms still crossed tightly over his chest to keep the cold away.
Draco took Harry by the arm and pulled him back over to the bed and sat him down on it. "You lie to me one minute and follow me out into the cold the next," he said in exasperation.
Harry sighed. "I didn't mean to lie to you," he said quietly, looking at his own legs. "I just - I didn't know what to say."
Draco stood so close that Harry could not help but look at his legs as he looked down. "Tell me what is going on in there," he said, making a gentle tug at Harry's hair.
Harry huffed. "It's stupid, because - it just is, but I wouldn't like it very much," he said very quietly, still not looking up into Draco's face.
"Look at me," Draco said quietly.
Harry let out a quiet sigh, feeling stupid. He raised his head only to see that he was eye-level with Draco's cock. He raised an eyebrow at it.
Draco chuckled. "At my face." He smirked.
Harry couldn't help a small smile, and he looked up into Draco's face.
"So," Draco smirked, "you were going to explain to me what you don't like about me being nude."
"You know I like you nude," Harry said, looking at Draco as if trying to figure out if he was being funny or not. "I just ... don't think I'd like others ... to." He blushed, having no idea why this conversation made him feel like such a dolt.
"You don't like others ... what?" Draco asked. He had an idea where this was going, but he wasn't about to say it for him.
"I wouldn't like others to fancy you or see you naked," Harry said quickly, not mentioning the fact that Harry hadn't minded at all when he had fucked Draco on the couch in the Weasley's living room.
"You can't control what others feel, Harry," Draco said. "For example, I know that there are a lot of witches and wizards probably envious that I have Harry Potter as my lover and husband. I don't mind that. I like that it is me you chose."
"I know," said Harry with a small huff. "That's why it's stupid. I know others fancy you." He paused for a moment. "Maybe it's not that then. I can't put it in words."
"It can't be that you would ever imagine me leaving you for anyone else," Draco chided him.
Harry sighed. "You can't do that," he said quietly. "Literally." He was silent for a moment. "But what if you wanted to?" he asked quickly, finally voicing one of his greatest fears. But then he immediately wished he hadn't said it. "No - just, never mind. I know you love me," he said quietly, staring at Draco's chin now instead of his eyes.
Draco reached for Harry's chin, tipping his face up. "Still don't trust me, love?" he asked sadly.
"Of course I trust you," Harry said seriously. "I would trust you with anything - I just - what if I'm not good enough for you?" Harry's voice was nearly a whisper now.
Draco shook his head. "Good enough? In what possible way could you not be good enough?" he asked. "Most of the Wizarding world will tell you right now that I am the one not good enough."
Harry sighed and fell back to the bed on his back. "Well, they're wrong," he said. "Just like they're wrong about nearly everything else."
Draco laughed at that. "Probably," he agreed as he leaned forward on both arms, his body hovering over Harry's. "Never doubt me, Harry," Draco said, looking into his eyes again. "I have wanted you from the moment I met you and I always will."
Harry gave him a small smile and nodded. "I'm just an idiot, I suppose," he said.
"I suppose." Draco grinned, allowing his body to press down against Harry's and sighing at the pleasure of their skin touching.
Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's back and his smile grew. "Mine," he said very quietly.
"Yours." Draco smiled, deliberately rubbing his body against Harry's as if to remind him what it was that was his.
Harry pushed his head down into the mattress to get a better look at Draco's face, grinning. "So, all day alone, eh?" he asked with a suggestive eyebrow waggle, rubbing himself against Draco in turn.
"All day, all night," Draco leered. "Think you can keep up?"
Harry smirked. "The question is, can you?" He chuckled low in his throat.
"Ah, so what is the challenge then?" Draco asked, grinning.
Harry's smirk was still firmly in place. "How many hard-ons you can get as opposed to how many I can?" he suggested, knowing full well he would win that one - with the binding promise and all.
"That's hardly a fair contest, given your magical advantage there," Draco pointed out immediately. "How about who can get the other off the most times?"
Harry thought for a moment. "You're on," he said finally, grinning from ear to ear.