Harry Potter and The Dragon’s Treasure (BP6)
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Love Them All
Chapter Number/Total: 29/42
Chapter Title: Love Them All
Words: 3182 Words
Harry Apparated with Draco down into the Offering room to retrieve his things, and then left with him quickly. He held his husband's hand firmly in his own, having been so miserable for such a long stretch of time that he felt like he'd never been happier. And he was pregnant! Again! His smile was so wide, his teeth were showing as he stepped through the door of the library with Draco.
Ron and Hermione were both looking through books, big stacks of them all around the couple. Valen sat in his playpen, a toy that made music clutched in his hands.
Hermione turned her head at the noise of them entering. "Draco," she said, sounding startled, and then her eyes moved to where Harry's and Draco's hands were joined.
Draco smiled happily and nodded, pulling Harry closer and wrapping an arm around his waist. "It worked," he said.
Her face lit up with a grin and she pushed herself up from the couch, walking around to pull both Harry and Draco into a hug. "I was so worried," she said.
Ron stood as well, smiling widely as he picked up Valen and brought him over.
Draco took his child in his other arm and pressed him into a hug with Harry, feeling whole again to be holding his family. "Dada, dada," Valen babbled excitedly.
Harry kissed his son and his husband. "Yes, both of us have you," Harry said softly to the baby.
Hermione was still beaming and looked like she wanted to jump up and down with happiness. "How did you do it?" she asked.
"Harry did it," Draco said, still not letting go.
"We ... did another binding," Harry said to her in explanation.
Her eyes widened, as did Ron's.
"But couldn't that have ...?" he said.
Harry nodded. "But it didn't," he answered.
"Harry's magic is amazing," Draco beamed proudly, the hand on his lover's waist sliding around to press that spot and his eyes twinkling as he looked down at him.
Harry hummed with happiness, pressing yet another kiss to Draco's lips before turning his head back to Ron and Hermione. "How's Fleur?" he asked.
"She's getting out of St Mungo's this evening," said Ron. "Everyone's supposed to be going to Mum and Dad's tomorrow to see the baby. They're all really worried about you two."
"We'll all go," Draco declared happily.
Harry smiled and nodded, moving with Draco and Valen to sit on the couch. Ron and Hermione moved with them. "Do you know his name?" Harry asked.
"Christophe William Weasley," said Hermione happily. "Bill insists that it's Chris."
"Christophe," Draco said, nodding and then smiling at the nickname. He looked down at his son. "You will have someone to play with soon," he told him.
Harry grinned. Valen would have two children to play with soon. "I wonder what we'll name ours," he said, smiling crookedly.
Hermione and Ron both looked confused.
"Something pretty," Draco answered, rubbing his husband's belly and waiting for the other two to catch the gesture as well.
Hermione's eyes widened again as she watched Draco. "You're not ...?" she said.
"I am," Harry replied, eyes sparkling. "In fact, I've been so for about fifteen minutes now."
Ron and Hermione seemed completely speechless.
"A girl," Draco said proudly.
"Y - you're - going to have another baby?" Ron asked.
"Another baby," Harry confirmed with a nod. "And I am actually fairly certain it's going to be a girl."
Draco kissed his lover's cheek, beaming with happiness. Valen squealed and babbled, patting both daddies’ faces.
"That's ..." Hermione said, smiling and shaking her head. "That's ... amazing. This morning you couldn't even touch and now you're having another baby? I don't even know what to say. Congratulations!"
"It is brilliant, isn't it?" said Harry.
Ron only sat there, smiling widely again. "I like Valen," he said. "So I'll probably like this next one as well."
Harry laughed.
Valen seemed to respond to hearing his name, bouncing excitedly in his daddies' arms.
"Would you like a little sister?" Harry asked him.
Valen burbled at Harry and began pulling on his shirt, making his little sucking noises.
Harry snorted and then raised his eyebrows. "You know," he said, "you either give it up, or you'll be sharing in a few months and I'm sure that would be just wonderful for Daddy Harry's nipples."
Ron made a face, looking amused as well, though.
Draco smiled. "He is eating more solid food now," he said. "He just likes your magic milk better."
"Yes, well, I suppose anything would be better than that mushy stuff, huh?" Harry said, kissing Valen's nose and getting to his feet, holding his hand out for Draco.
"See you two later," Harry said happily, walking to the door again with Draco.
Ron and Hermione gave each other amused looks as they watched the family leave the room.
Draco quickly led them to their suite and settled his husband and child - children, he thought - on the couch. Then he walked over to the piano, smiling as he sat down and lifted the cover.
Harry hadn't stopped smiling yet and was still smiling as he took his shirt off for Valen and turned his head to watch Draco play. It was one of his favourite things in the world.
Draco played a love song, of course. He let his emotions flow though his hands and into the music, finding himself crying as did.
As Harry watched Draco, he found tears coming to his own eyes. The music was beautiful, and difficult to describe with any other words. It was more a feeling than a sound, and it amazed him that it could bring such a reaction.
Draco finished the piece and raised his right hand up to touch his cheeks, feeling how wet they were. He looked over at his family, eyes shining both with tears and joy. "I love you," he said quietly.
"I love you," Harry said back "More than anything in the world."
Draco closed the piano and went to the couch, kneeling at Harry's feet and hands resting on his husband's thighs. "Yes," he agreed.
Valen had fallen asleep on Harry's chest again.
"Merlin, Draco, this is going to be brilliant," Harry said softly. "I'm so happy right now I can't even ... God."
"Yes," Draco said, getting to his feet and reaching for Valen. He hefted the small boy in his arms, Transfiguring a chair into a small cot and laying the child inside it. Then he turned back to Harry. "Order me to do something," he said.
Harry quirked one corner of his mouth up. "Kiss me," he said.
"Oh, but I want to do that," Draco smiled, but didn't move to kiss him.
Harry let out a happy laugh.
"So the compulsion is gone and we know that even weeks without sex didn't kill me. Just felt like it," the blond said.
Harry's face fell and he reached to pull Draco into his arms. "It was awful," he said quietly.
"Yes, but it's done," Draco whispered, sliding into his lover's embrace. "We are bound now but not with those provisions," he said. "But I still want you every day for the rest of my life."
"You have made that very clear, my love," Harry said gently, kissing Draco's hair.
"Including now, again," Draco said, raising his eyebrows.
Harry smiled and slid his hands down Draco's back. "Certainly," he said, kissing Draco's lips.
"So, you said you wanted to be able to order me and not have me obey," Draco said, grinning. "What did you have in mind?"
"Hmm," Harry hummed, looking at Draco mischievously. "So many things to choose from." He slid his hands further down to grasp Draco's arse.
"Yes," Draco answered breathlessly, trembling at his husband's touch. "Anything."
"Strip," Harry told him, voice already gone husky. "Strip and then let me suck your cock."
Draco stood stretching and then began to slowly unbutton his shirt.
Harry licked his lips, his eyes on Draco's hands. "I know I tell you this all the time," he said, "but you are so unbelievably sexy."
"I know," Draco answered, smiling smugly. He opened the shirt and then unbuttoned the cuffs, shrugging out of it so that it fell off his shoulders and slid down his arms.
Harry licked his lips again, itching to reach for Draco but wanting to watch him undress. "I would never stop fucking you if I didn't have to," he said.
"Never again," Draco said, whispering it like a prayer. Then he kicked his shoes off and began to unfasten his trousers, watching Harry as he did.
Harry grinned up at Draco. "I mean literally," he said, eyes darting back to the pale hands.
Draco opened his trousers and then slid his right hand inside, fondling his growing erection.
"Mmm, take it out and stroke yourself," Harry said, scooting up so that he was sitting at the very edge of the sofa.
Draco gasped, using his silver hand to push his trousers and shorts down over his hips as he caressed his own cock.
"Oh, fuck, yes. Like that," Harry said, swallowing. It was highly possible that they were going to break their record. "Make it nice and wet for me."
Draco moaned, spreading the pre-come down his length as he caressed himself.
"Come here," Harry said after another moment, his own cock as hard as rock, his body trembling with lust.
Draco stepped out of his trousers to stand naked in front of his husband.
Harry reached out both hands and grabbed Draco's arse, pulling him even closer. He grasped Draco's gorgeous, leaking cock, giving it a long, slow lick from root to tip before he sucked the head into his mouth, moaning in sweet satisfaction.
Draco released his own cock when Harry took hold and brought his hand up to grip his lover's hair instead. "Yes, suck me," he encouraged. "I love your lips wrapped around me."
Harry would've replied with a, "Me too," but found he would much rather keep his mouth right where it was. He answered instead with a swirl of his tongue, sucking as noisily as he could.
"Can I fuck your mouth?" Draco asked, resisting the urge but wanting more.
Harry grinned around Draco's cock, looking up at him as he panted through his nose. He nodded, ready for it.
Draco gripped Harry's hair and brought the silver one up to hold his shoulder and then he began to rock his hips, pushing himself into his husband's mouth.
Harry moaned, letting his eyes fall shut as he allowed Draco to push in as far as he could take him, trying to take even more of him.
"Fucking that beautiful mouth," Draco gasped, doing just that. "I love fucking you, love that you do this to me!"
Harry absolutely loved what he could do to Draco as well, thought it possible that he loved it even more than Draco did. He delighted in being able to turn his husband on so strongly, adored the fact that Draco wanted him all the time, every second of every day, revelled in the feeling of so much love and desire. His head spun with it and his cock throbbed with intense arousal.
Draco continued thrusting into his husband's mouth until he felt his body coming to its release. He stopped then, pulling Harry's hair tight. "Stop," he said.
Harry let out a whimpering sound, pausing despite not wanting to.
Draco Summoned his wand, casting the Muting Spell on the cot. "Such a beautiful mouth," he told his lover. "But I want to fuck you again."
"Yeah," Harry groaned, still panting. "Fuck me hard." He flicked his fingers to quickly remove his own clothes, gasping.
Draco smiled at the suddenly naked man, pulling him to his feet and pressing his mouth over Harry's.
Harry kissed back hungrily, pulling Draco against his own body.
Draco plunged his tongue into his lover's mouth, groaning as he felt Harry's cock press against his thigh and his own brush the man's hip.
Harry licked Draco's tongue with his own. He pulled their mouths slightly apart so that he could drag his tongue along Draco's lips, feeling the softness of them.
Trembling, Draco backed up until he reached the armchair. His fingers continued to cup the back of Harry's head, pulling at his hair. His silver hand slid down his back, cupping his arse.
Harry kissed Draco again, pressing his arse back. "Need lube?" he asked, slicking his hand and pressing it between their bodies to stroke Draco's erection.
Draco growled, pulling back and abruptly turning the two of them before bending Harry over the arm of the chair.
"Fuck, you're so hot when you growl," Harry practically growled himself, putting his arse on display in a way he knew had to look terribly good.
"Yes, and I am going to fuck you until we both scream," Draco promised, coating his fingers in the lube Harry had applied to his cock.
"Fuck, yes," Harry breathed, his arse clenching in anticipation. "Do you know how much I fucking love you fucking me?" he asked. "There's nothing like that cock in my arse, nothing like the feeling of your come in me."
Draco couldn't wait. "Better lube yourself then because I am going to fuck you deep and hard," he promised, rubbing the head of his cock against the other man's opening.
"Oh, fuck, just do it," Harry groaned, bracing himself. "Fuck me."
Draco pressed in then, a smooth slide into his lover's spasming body. He threw his head back with a gasp at the sensation. "Yesss!" he hissed.
"Fuck!" Harry shouted, a shiver shooting up his spine and then through his entire body. It hurt, but, fucking hell, that was what he wanted. It was hardly fucking if it didn't hurt.
Draco grabbed both hips then and slid back, feeling his lover's flesh tighten in resistance as he did.
Harry groaned deeply, his cock twitching and heavy between his legs. "So fucking thick," he told Draco in that same type of groan. "So perfect in my arse."
"Yes, perfect arse," Draco said, thrusting hard into him again, fingers digging into his flesh.
Harry gasped and cried out, throwing his head back as colours seemed to explode behind his eyelids, like some of Fred and George's fireworks.
Draco rocked, thrusting hard and fast into his lover's shuddering body. He could feel that amazing power as Harry's magic crackled over the two of them.
"I'm gonna come!" Harry announced loudly, pushing back. "Oh, fuck! Fuck!" He shut his eyes even tighter, gripping the chair so hard he figured either it was going to break or his fingers were.
"Yes, bring us!" Draco shouted, sweating as he thrust as hard and fast as he could make himself move.
Harry's seed exploded out of him then, painting the chair cushion with hot, sticky stripes of it. He shuddered and gasped, his arms going limp so that he was slumped.
Draco thrust in deep, holding on tight when Harry's orgasm flooded him with magic and he filled his husband with his seed. The blond's back was arched and he shuddered violently in the grip of pleasure so intense it hurt. He panted, his head spinning.
Harry let out small moans on every breath. He turned his head so that he wasn't breathing directly into the chair. He couldn't even think enough to string a sentence together.
Draco let loose his grip on Harry's hips, a little concerned that he might have hurt him, especially with the silver hand. He grasped the arm of the chair to hold himself still.
"Merlin," Harry finally managed, his body still limp.
"Just me," Draco teased, laying kisses in the centre of his lover's sweaty back.
Harry smiled, both at the words and the kisses. "Better than anyone I can think of."
Draco didn't want to pull loose from his lover's body but knew he couldn't stand much longer. It had been a very long, amazing day. He gently withdrew, sliding to his knees then as it caught up with him.
Harry turned his head and then his body, wincing and groaning with the soreness. He sat down in the chair strangely, his legs thrown over the arm of it. "Draco?" he said, a bit concerned.
Draco leaned forward, resting his face against Harry's belly, smiling softly. "Yes, love?" he answered in a whisper.
Harry sighed quietly, laying a gentle hand on his husband's head. He smiled softly as well, both amused and delighted that Draco seemed to like him pregnant so much.
Draco felt that small spark of magic. She was different from Valen already. He kissed the spot. "I can feel you," he whispered to her.
Harry sighed happily again, petting Draco's hair, taking in the beautiful sight of his husband speaking to his belly, even if it was still flat.
"Shall we go to our bed?" Draco asked from his place on his knees.
"Yes, I think so," Harry answered. "We should collect the offspring that is already here." He smiled.
Draco got shakily to his feet and then helped Harry up. He Summoned his wand and cast Cleaning Charms for both of them, happy to be able to do that again, too.
Harry kissed Draco softly after, shaky as well, but not really caring. He never wanted to let him go.
Draco transformed the chair-turned-cot so that it now had wheels and pushed it into the bedroom as he pulled his husband along with him.
Once inside the room, Harry climbed into the bed and under the covers, feeling the very definition of content, only wanting Draco to lay with him.
Draco looked at their sleeping boy for a minute, overcome with the joy he felt as he did. He leaned in and laid a gentle kiss on Valen's head. The infant stirred but didn't wake. Then Draco turned, smiling at his husband as he climbed into bed with him.
Harry pulled Draco against his body, sighing. "I can't imagine loving any baby as much as I love Valen," he said, "but I'm sure I will."
"We will love them all," Draco assured his husband, smiling up at the "H" on the now reformed bed.
Harry snorted happily at Draco's words, looking where he was looking. "Yes," he said. "You've now managed to impregnate that boy from the robe shop twice, and are, apparently, conspiring to do so again."
"Yes," Draco grinned. "Making lots of heirs after all."
"Ah, of course ... of course," Harry said amusedly.
Draco curled around his lover, holding him tight with one hand resting on his stomach. It was a familiar pose and it felt so amazingly good that he nearly wept again.
Harry closed his eyes, laying his hand over Draco's. "I love you," he whispered.
"Yes, always," Draco answered sleepily as he drifted off.
Within a few moments, Harry had drifted off as well, the soft smile still on his face.
Chapter Title: Love Them All
Words: 3182 Words
Harry Apparated with Draco down into the Offering room to retrieve his things, and then left with him quickly. He held his husband's hand firmly in his own, having been so miserable for such a long stretch of time that he felt like he'd never been happier. And he was pregnant! Again! His smile was so wide, his teeth were showing as he stepped through the door of the library with Draco.
Ron and Hermione were both looking through books, big stacks of them all around the couple. Valen sat in his playpen, a toy that made music clutched in his hands.
Hermione turned her head at the noise of them entering. "Draco," she said, sounding startled, and then her eyes moved to where Harry's and Draco's hands were joined.
Draco smiled happily and nodded, pulling Harry closer and wrapping an arm around his waist. "It worked," he said.
Her face lit up with a grin and she pushed herself up from the couch, walking around to pull both Harry and Draco into a hug. "I was so worried," she said.
Ron stood as well, smiling widely as he picked up Valen and brought him over.
Draco took his child in his other arm and pressed him into a hug with Harry, feeling whole again to be holding his family. "Dada, dada," Valen babbled excitedly.
Harry kissed his son and his husband. "Yes, both of us have you," Harry said softly to the baby.
Hermione was still beaming and looked like she wanted to jump up and down with happiness. "How did you do it?" she asked.
"Harry did it," Draco said, still not letting go.
"We ... did another binding," Harry said to her in explanation.
Her eyes widened, as did Ron's.
"But couldn't that have ...?" he said.
Harry nodded. "But it didn't," he answered.
"Harry's magic is amazing," Draco beamed proudly, the hand on his lover's waist sliding around to press that spot and his eyes twinkling as he looked down at him.
Harry hummed with happiness, pressing yet another kiss to Draco's lips before turning his head back to Ron and Hermione. "How's Fleur?" he asked.
"She's getting out of St Mungo's this evening," said Ron. "Everyone's supposed to be going to Mum and Dad's tomorrow to see the baby. They're all really worried about you two."
"We'll all go," Draco declared happily.
Harry smiled and nodded, moving with Draco and Valen to sit on the couch. Ron and Hermione moved with them. "Do you know his name?" Harry asked.
"Christophe William Weasley," said Hermione happily. "Bill insists that it's Chris."
"Christophe," Draco said, nodding and then smiling at the nickname. He looked down at his son. "You will have someone to play with soon," he told him.
Harry grinned. Valen would have two children to play with soon. "I wonder what we'll name ours," he said, smiling crookedly.
Hermione and Ron both looked confused.
"Something pretty," Draco answered, rubbing his husband's belly and waiting for the other two to catch the gesture as well.
Hermione's eyes widened again as she watched Draco. "You're not ...?" she said.
"I am," Harry replied, eyes sparkling. "In fact, I've been so for about fifteen minutes now."
Ron and Hermione seemed completely speechless.
"A girl," Draco said proudly.
"Y - you're - going to have another baby?" Ron asked.
"Another baby," Harry confirmed with a nod. "And I am actually fairly certain it's going to be a girl."
Draco kissed his lover's cheek, beaming with happiness. Valen squealed and babbled, patting both daddies’ faces.
"That's ..." Hermione said, smiling and shaking her head. "That's ... amazing. This morning you couldn't even touch and now you're having another baby? I don't even know what to say. Congratulations!"
"It is brilliant, isn't it?" said Harry.
Ron only sat there, smiling widely again. "I like Valen," he said. "So I'll probably like this next one as well."
Harry laughed.
Valen seemed to respond to hearing his name, bouncing excitedly in his daddies' arms.
"Would you like a little sister?" Harry asked him.
Valen burbled at Harry and began pulling on his shirt, making his little sucking noises.
Harry snorted and then raised his eyebrows. "You know," he said, "you either give it up, or you'll be sharing in a few months and I'm sure that would be just wonderful for Daddy Harry's nipples."
Ron made a face, looking amused as well, though.
Draco smiled. "He is eating more solid food now," he said. "He just likes your magic milk better."
"Yes, well, I suppose anything would be better than that mushy stuff, huh?" Harry said, kissing Valen's nose and getting to his feet, holding his hand out for Draco.
"See you two later," Harry said happily, walking to the door again with Draco.
Ron and Hermione gave each other amused looks as they watched the family leave the room.
Draco quickly led them to their suite and settled his husband and child - children, he thought - on the couch. Then he walked over to the piano, smiling as he sat down and lifted the cover.
Harry hadn't stopped smiling yet and was still smiling as he took his shirt off for Valen and turned his head to watch Draco play. It was one of his favourite things in the world.
Draco played a love song, of course. He let his emotions flow though his hands and into the music, finding himself crying as did.
As Harry watched Draco, he found tears coming to his own eyes. The music was beautiful, and difficult to describe with any other words. It was more a feeling than a sound, and it amazed him that it could bring such a reaction.
Draco finished the piece and raised his right hand up to touch his cheeks, feeling how wet they were. He looked over at his family, eyes shining both with tears and joy. "I love you," he said quietly.
"I love you," Harry said back "More than anything in the world."
Draco closed the piano and went to the couch, kneeling at Harry's feet and hands resting on his husband's thighs. "Yes," he agreed.
Valen had fallen asleep on Harry's chest again.
"Merlin, Draco, this is going to be brilliant," Harry said softly. "I'm so happy right now I can't even ... God."
"Yes," Draco said, getting to his feet and reaching for Valen. He hefted the small boy in his arms, Transfiguring a chair into a small cot and laying the child inside it. Then he turned back to Harry. "Order me to do something," he said.
Harry quirked one corner of his mouth up. "Kiss me," he said.
"Oh, but I want to do that," Draco smiled, but didn't move to kiss him.
Harry let out a happy laugh.
"So the compulsion is gone and we know that even weeks without sex didn't kill me. Just felt like it," the blond said.
Harry's face fell and he reached to pull Draco into his arms. "It was awful," he said quietly.
"Yes, but it's done," Draco whispered, sliding into his lover's embrace. "We are bound now but not with those provisions," he said. "But I still want you every day for the rest of my life."
"You have made that very clear, my love," Harry said gently, kissing Draco's hair.
"Including now, again," Draco said, raising his eyebrows.
Harry smiled and slid his hands down Draco's back. "Certainly," he said, kissing Draco's lips.
"So, you said you wanted to be able to order me and not have me obey," Draco said, grinning. "What did you have in mind?"
"Hmm," Harry hummed, looking at Draco mischievously. "So many things to choose from." He slid his hands further down to grasp Draco's arse.
"Yes," Draco answered breathlessly, trembling at his husband's touch. "Anything."
"Strip," Harry told him, voice already gone husky. "Strip and then let me suck your cock."
Draco stood stretching and then began to slowly unbutton his shirt.
Harry licked his lips, his eyes on Draco's hands. "I know I tell you this all the time," he said, "but you are so unbelievably sexy."
"I know," Draco answered, smiling smugly. He opened the shirt and then unbuttoned the cuffs, shrugging out of it so that it fell off his shoulders and slid down his arms.
Harry licked his lips again, itching to reach for Draco but wanting to watch him undress. "I would never stop fucking you if I didn't have to," he said.
"Never again," Draco said, whispering it like a prayer. Then he kicked his shoes off and began to unfasten his trousers, watching Harry as he did.
Harry grinned up at Draco. "I mean literally," he said, eyes darting back to the pale hands.
Draco opened his trousers and then slid his right hand inside, fondling his growing erection.
"Mmm, take it out and stroke yourself," Harry said, scooting up so that he was sitting at the very edge of the sofa.
Draco gasped, using his silver hand to push his trousers and shorts down over his hips as he caressed his own cock.
"Oh, fuck, yes. Like that," Harry said, swallowing. It was highly possible that they were going to break their record. "Make it nice and wet for me."
Draco moaned, spreading the pre-come down his length as he caressed himself.
"Come here," Harry said after another moment, his own cock as hard as rock, his body trembling with lust.
Draco stepped out of his trousers to stand naked in front of his husband.
Harry reached out both hands and grabbed Draco's arse, pulling him even closer. He grasped Draco's gorgeous, leaking cock, giving it a long, slow lick from root to tip before he sucked the head into his mouth, moaning in sweet satisfaction.
Draco released his own cock when Harry took hold and brought his hand up to grip his lover's hair instead. "Yes, suck me," he encouraged. "I love your lips wrapped around me."
Harry would've replied with a, "Me too," but found he would much rather keep his mouth right where it was. He answered instead with a swirl of his tongue, sucking as noisily as he could.
"Can I fuck your mouth?" Draco asked, resisting the urge but wanting more.
Harry grinned around Draco's cock, looking up at him as he panted through his nose. He nodded, ready for it.
Draco gripped Harry's hair and brought the silver one up to hold his shoulder and then he began to rock his hips, pushing himself into his husband's mouth.
Harry moaned, letting his eyes fall shut as he allowed Draco to push in as far as he could take him, trying to take even more of him.
"Fucking that beautiful mouth," Draco gasped, doing just that. "I love fucking you, love that you do this to me!"
Harry absolutely loved what he could do to Draco as well, thought it possible that he loved it even more than Draco did. He delighted in being able to turn his husband on so strongly, adored the fact that Draco wanted him all the time, every second of every day, revelled in the feeling of so much love and desire. His head spun with it and his cock throbbed with intense arousal.
Draco continued thrusting into his husband's mouth until he felt his body coming to its release. He stopped then, pulling Harry's hair tight. "Stop," he said.
Harry let out a whimpering sound, pausing despite not wanting to.
Draco Summoned his wand, casting the Muting Spell on the cot. "Such a beautiful mouth," he told his lover. "But I want to fuck you again."
"Yeah," Harry groaned, still panting. "Fuck me hard." He flicked his fingers to quickly remove his own clothes, gasping.
Draco smiled at the suddenly naked man, pulling him to his feet and pressing his mouth over Harry's.
Harry kissed back hungrily, pulling Draco against his own body.
Draco plunged his tongue into his lover's mouth, groaning as he felt Harry's cock press against his thigh and his own brush the man's hip.
Harry licked Draco's tongue with his own. He pulled their mouths slightly apart so that he could drag his tongue along Draco's lips, feeling the softness of them.
Trembling, Draco backed up until he reached the armchair. His fingers continued to cup the back of Harry's head, pulling at his hair. His silver hand slid down his back, cupping his arse.
Harry kissed Draco again, pressing his arse back. "Need lube?" he asked, slicking his hand and pressing it between their bodies to stroke Draco's erection.
Draco growled, pulling back and abruptly turning the two of them before bending Harry over the arm of the chair.
"Fuck, you're so hot when you growl," Harry practically growled himself, putting his arse on display in a way he knew had to look terribly good.
"Yes, and I am going to fuck you until we both scream," Draco promised, coating his fingers in the lube Harry had applied to his cock.
"Fuck, yes," Harry breathed, his arse clenching in anticipation. "Do you know how much I fucking love you fucking me?" he asked. "There's nothing like that cock in my arse, nothing like the feeling of your come in me."
Draco couldn't wait. "Better lube yourself then because I am going to fuck you deep and hard," he promised, rubbing the head of his cock against the other man's opening.
"Oh, fuck, just do it," Harry groaned, bracing himself. "Fuck me."
Draco pressed in then, a smooth slide into his lover's spasming body. He threw his head back with a gasp at the sensation. "Yesss!" he hissed.
"Fuck!" Harry shouted, a shiver shooting up his spine and then through his entire body. It hurt, but, fucking hell, that was what he wanted. It was hardly fucking if it didn't hurt.
Draco grabbed both hips then and slid back, feeling his lover's flesh tighten in resistance as he did.
Harry groaned deeply, his cock twitching and heavy between his legs. "So fucking thick," he told Draco in that same type of groan. "So perfect in my arse."
"Yes, perfect arse," Draco said, thrusting hard into him again, fingers digging into his flesh.
Harry gasped and cried out, throwing his head back as colours seemed to explode behind his eyelids, like some of Fred and George's fireworks.
Draco rocked, thrusting hard and fast into his lover's shuddering body. He could feel that amazing power as Harry's magic crackled over the two of them.
"I'm gonna come!" Harry announced loudly, pushing back. "Oh, fuck! Fuck!" He shut his eyes even tighter, gripping the chair so hard he figured either it was going to break or his fingers were.
"Yes, bring us!" Draco shouted, sweating as he thrust as hard and fast as he could make himself move.
Harry's seed exploded out of him then, painting the chair cushion with hot, sticky stripes of it. He shuddered and gasped, his arms going limp so that he was slumped.
Draco thrust in deep, holding on tight when Harry's orgasm flooded him with magic and he filled his husband with his seed. The blond's back was arched and he shuddered violently in the grip of pleasure so intense it hurt. He panted, his head spinning.
Harry let out small moans on every breath. He turned his head so that he wasn't breathing directly into the chair. He couldn't even think enough to string a sentence together.
Draco let loose his grip on Harry's hips, a little concerned that he might have hurt him, especially with the silver hand. He grasped the arm of the chair to hold himself still.
"Merlin," Harry finally managed, his body still limp.
"Just me," Draco teased, laying kisses in the centre of his lover's sweaty back.
Harry smiled, both at the words and the kisses. "Better than anyone I can think of."
Draco didn't want to pull loose from his lover's body but knew he couldn't stand much longer. It had been a very long, amazing day. He gently withdrew, sliding to his knees then as it caught up with him.
Harry turned his head and then his body, wincing and groaning with the soreness. He sat down in the chair strangely, his legs thrown over the arm of it. "Draco?" he said, a bit concerned.
Draco leaned forward, resting his face against Harry's belly, smiling softly. "Yes, love?" he answered in a whisper.
Harry sighed quietly, laying a gentle hand on his husband's head. He smiled softly as well, both amused and delighted that Draco seemed to like him pregnant so much.
Draco felt that small spark of magic. She was different from Valen already. He kissed the spot. "I can feel you," he whispered to her.
Harry sighed happily again, petting Draco's hair, taking in the beautiful sight of his husband speaking to his belly, even if it was still flat.
"Shall we go to our bed?" Draco asked from his place on his knees.
"Yes, I think so," Harry answered. "We should collect the offspring that is already here." He smiled.
Draco got shakily to his feet and then helped Harry up. He Summoned his wand and cast Cleaning Charms for both of them, happy to be able to do that again, too.
Harry kissed Draco softly after, shaky as well, but not really caring. He never wanted to let him go.
Draco transformed the chair-turned-cot so that it now had wheels and pushed it into the bedroom as he pulled his husband along with him.
Once inside the room, Harry climbed into the bed and under the covers, feeling the very definition of content, only wanting Draco to lay with him.
Draco looked at their sleeping boy for a minute, overcome with the joy he felt as he did. He leaned in and laid a gentle kiss on Valen's head. The infant stirred but didn't wake. Then Draco turned, smiling at his husband as he climbed into bed with him.
Harry pulled Draco against his body, sighing. "I can't imagine loving any baby as much as I love Valen," he said, "but I'm sure I will."
"We will love them all," Draco assured his husband, smiling up at the "H" on the now reformed bed.
Harry snorted happily at Draco's words, looking where he was looking. "Yes," he said. "You've now managed to impregnate that boy from the robe shop twice, and are, apparently, conspiring to do so again."
"Yes," Draco grinned. "Making lots of heirs after all."
"Ah, of course ... of course," Harry said amusedly.
Draco curled around his lover, holding him tight with one hand resting on his stomach. It was a familiar pose and it felt so amazingly good that he nearly wept again.
Harry closed his eyes, laying his hand over Draco's. "I love you," he whispered.
"Yes, always," Draco answered sleepily as he drifted off.
Within a few moments, Harry had drifted off as well, the soft smile still on his face.