Words Spilling Forth

Title: The Afterglow
Sequel to \"Words Spilling Forth\" and \"Telling No Lies\"
Author: MajinSakuko
E-Mail: MajinSakuko@yahoo.de
Beta-Reader: Vaughn
Dedication: my dear Beta-Reader for always being so encouraging
Disclaimer: I own nothing, JKR everything else
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Main-Chara: HP/DM
Rating: NC-17
Genre/s: Romance, Humour
Warning/s: MPreg, rimming
Summary: Draco knows all the (dis)advantages of being pregnant.
A/N: This has been written, but not plotted, after reading HBP.


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Pregnancies brought many disadvantages, Draco was sure to tell anyone who wanted to listen (and those who didn\'t, too): swollen ankles, constant backaches, weird food cravings and a bladder the size of a Bertie Bott\'s bean were only the most prominent. Of course, there were (rumoured to be) good points, as well, like those infamous delights of being parents, adoring big eyes and unique bonding experiences. Draco Potter-Malfoy, though, being eight and a half months pregnant - *with twins* - could only imagine those advantages in a far away distance, on the horizon, untouchable.

Draco had already delivered a couple of babies before (six, to be precise, at the last counting, which meant that he and Harry were already past half of their quota of twelve children), but these highly praised bonding moments with obnoxious four year olds, introverted three year olds, shrieking two year olds and crying or sleeping one year olds (really, the eleven months old twins did nothing but cry and sleep) were not exactly as exciting as Harry had made him believe.

Poor, little, Minister of Magic, Harry. He would pay dearly for his wrong assumptions and atrocious predictions. Draco was wont to make sure of it, as he, poor Draco, was forced to recreate faster than rabid bunnies and weasels combined.

A tiny limb punched against his insides.

\"Ouch,\" Draco swore softly, caressing his bulging stomach. It seemed as if the newest additions to the Potter-Malfoy household didn\'t like Draco\'s thought processes.

\"Well, tough,\" the former Slytherin yawned, turning with difficulties onto the other side and stuffing two pillows below his belly. \"As I see it, you\'re the lodger here - board and lodgings for free, might I add - so you\'ll have to live with my thoughts.\"

This resulted in another kick, this time hitting Draco\'s bladder directly.

\"Oh!\" he gasped, before a sudden rush of emotion overpowered him. The change of his moods happened more quickly than the switching on of a lamp, nowadays. \"It\'s only about two quarter millimetres large and yet you hit it squarely nonetheless,\" he sobbed. \"Such a fine little Seeker! Just like your Daddy!\" He meant himself, mind you.


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It was twenty to nine - way past Draco\'s usual sleeping time, in other words - when Harry arrived at home. He was moving silently, as usual, but Draco didn\'t need much to rouse him from his light sleep these days. Dobby looked after the children, so Draco had at least a modicum of peace in the last term of his fifth pregnancy. And while Harry did everything in his might to make things easier for Draco, the pregnant man could see no big results: his ankles were still swollen, his back aching, food cravings were as weird as ever and his bladder the size of a Bertie Bott\'s bean. The only remarkable things during Draco\'s months as a walrus-look-alike were the temples-to-feet massages and the frequent sweet lovemaking sessions (because an orgasm relaxed his muscles far better than any massage ever could). Draco deemed it time for another session tonight.

\"Hey,\" he said, making sure to use the most miserable voice he could muster, which wasn\'t all that difficult, sadly.

Harry gave a start, looking over his shoulder at Draco on the bed. He was still wet from his shower (having used the guest bathroom downstairs, so not to wake his husband), tying the waistband of his pyjama bottoms.

\"Did I wake you?\" he asked, walking the short distance to the bed and leaning down for a hello kiss. He sat down on the mattress and put one hand on Draco\'s belly to convey his greetings to the twins, as well.

Draco shook his head no and groaned, then stretched his back to get the massage across. Harry cottoned on fairly quickly, mastermind that he was.

He grinned and cracked his knuckles, before asking, \"Do you want me to rub your back? You look like you could do with some good massage...\"

Draco rolled his eyes and tried to shift his weight, which proved futile, because he didn\'t have enough pillows to support his belly. At moments like this, he hated being pregnant more than usual. With a groan of frustration he fell back into the pillows.

\"Yes,\" he said, and only a deaf man would have missed his sarcasm, \"four hours of a body massage should be enough.\"

\"Four hours,\" Harry reflected with a barely concealed grin. \"And what if I decided to concentrate on a specific area?\"

To illustrate his point, he let his left hand wander past Draco\'s hip to grope his bottom. Draco\'s breath hitched slightly.

\"Well,\" he said, a bit breathlessly, \"then one hour might suffice - barely...\"


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Harry had never been a rough lover. He had been passionate, inventive, challenging, but all in all he\'d always been sweet and gentle. And now with Draco\'s pregnancies, the word \'gentle\' had achieved whole new dimensions:

Harry prepared Draco with utmost care, first with his tongue, then adding his fingers and a generous amount of cherry-flavoured lubricant. He was lying in the middle of the bed, Draco\'s right leg thrown over his shoulder to grant him better access, opening his lover\'s entrance with two fingers. Harry lapped at the lube, dabbing his tongue in and out of Draco\'s channel, while his other hand was busy massaging the blond\'s pleasure inch. Draco\'s moans and groans for more were music to his ears and, grinding his own stiff erection into the mattress, Harry formed an O with his lips and sucked softly, his other hand now stroking Draco\'s leaking cock and balls with feathery, teasing touches.

\"Harry,\" Draco breathed, a touch of hysteria in his voice, \"you know I was joking about one hour, right? I\'d like to come within one minute, if that\'s okay...\" He trailed off, the fingers of his right hand sifting through Harry\'s hair, flexing every so often. He seemed unsure whether to push his lover away so they could get to the actual coupling, or to hold him in place to let him continue his oral ministrations. Harry, on the other hand, appeared a bit more decisive. He gave Draco\'s opening one final lingering suck, before sliding up his lover\'s body and spooning him from behind.

This was the only position their lovemaking was still somewhat comfortable for Draco. He couldn\'t move as much as he\'d like to, nor was his prostate hit directly, but that wasn\'t all that important now. Their intimacy (and Draco\'s relaxed back muscles) were everything that mattered. And their intimacy was getting more intimate by the second.

Harry\'s cock, slick and warm with both precome and lube, nestled between Draco\'s arse cheek, but there was no further movement than some gentle rocking motions. Draco pressed his thighs together, trapping Harry\'s erection between them.

\"Move!\" he tried to command, but sounded rather whiny, even to his own ears. He couldn\'t help it, though, as he was unable to wait for Harry to fill him. Draco had never thought that he\'d turn out a bottom, but with Harry he was perfectly happy giving over control.

\"Shh,\" Harry whispered, stroking Draco\'s side and lifting his right leg to push his own thigh beneath. His cock was rubbing enticingly into Draco\'s cleft, and it was all the blond could do not to immediately thrust backwards, impaling himself on his lover\'s erection. He couldn\'t do that at the moment, not when he had two tiny beings to consider. He had to wait and let Harry do all the work, lay back and take it, so-to-speak, even if wanted their lovemaking to be gentle and Harry\'s definition of \'gentle\' was \'excruciatingly slow and cautious\'. He took half a lifetime just to insert the head of his cock, giving unhurried pushes with his hips, and then he stopped. Draco could have screamed, had he not been so busy moaning. The fingertips drawing circles on his lower back were supposed to help him relax, but all they did was fuel Draco\'s excitement even more.

\"Harry...?\" he asked breathlessly.

\"One moment, love,\" Harry said, and Draco was glad to hear that his husband was just as affected by their lovemaking as he. Harry flexed his hips, wrapped his right arm more firmly around Draco\'s middle, and then slowly slid all the way in. Draco\'s body was only too eager to accept the intrusion, having been prepared so lovingly, and he arched his back as well as he could, trying to get Harry deeper, closer, more intimate. His right hand closed around Harry\'s fingers, wrapped around his jutting cock, and guided them, as Harry\'s hips started a steady rhythm.

Draco nearly sobbed with the first movement, it felt so good. Of course, he blamed the bloody hormones for making him so emotional.

Harry kissed his shoulder and asked, \"Good?\"

In response, Draco strengthened his hold on Harry\'s hand, forcing him to jerk him off faster and rougher. Harry complied only too gladly, but the movement of his hips didn\'t quicken. The combination of the forceful stimulation of his cock and the sweet stroking of his inner muscles nearly drove Draco up the wall, and it didn\'t take long for him to erupt in ecstasy. Thick drops of stringy cum spurted across the mattress and his lower belly, his sphincters contracting rhythmically and milking Harry\'s own orgasm from him. Harry came inside of him, coating his inner walls with his seed, and after emptying his balls, Draco felt full again.


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It was well past midnight as Draco\'s incessant bladder called for attention, forcing the pregnant one out of bed (which he achieved with much heaving and panting). After a couple of minutes, Draco managed to get to his feet and waddled into the bathroom. He didn\'t even need his lit wand to show him the way. Because of his pregnancy, he was glowing. Quite literally, in fact. A soft golden halo surrounded him, illuminating his way during the night. It would be deadly embarrassing, were it not so damn handy.

When Draco returned from the bathroom some twenty minutes later (after a quick detour to the kitchen), Harry was lying on his back, one arm thrown over his face.

\"Turn off the lights,\" he grumbled.

\"That\'s me, you prat,\" Draco said, waddling to the bed.

Harry squinted at him, pushing the pillows into order. \"I forget every time...\"

\"Humph,\" Draco merely said, lying back down. The halo around his skin slowly dissipated, until there was nothing left but a gentle glow. He held out his arms in a silent request, put on his cutest face, and waited for Harry to hug him. He found he slept more peacefully that way. The bulge of his stomach was nestled in between their bodies, Harry\'s arms as far around his back as was possible, and Draco\'s face cuddled against Harry\'s neck.

Only a couple of years ago, Draco hadn\'t thought he\'d be able to get happy. His Death Eater father and Voldemort had dominated his life. It had taken a lot of time and Harry\'s patience to make him see something worthwhile again. And now, Draco couldn\'t imagine what life would be without the man he loved.

Harry sighed in his sleep and muttered something unintelligible. And Draco sighed and closed his eyes, safe in the knowledge that he was not alone.

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