Harry Potter and The Serpent King (BP5)
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Unseen
Chapter Number/Total: 3/52
Chapter Title: Unseen
Words: 3121 Words
Harry leaned on the balcony for a couple of minutes, the night air a little chilly but not cold. Then he felt a whisper of a caress against his arse. He gasped very quietly and turned his head to look behind him, expecting to see his husband.
He saw no one and the touch stopped.
Harry was as confused as he'd been during the Legilimency, if not more so as he could actually feel the touch this time. Frowning slightly, but very intrigued, he turned his head to face the grounds again.
The touch came back stronger. It felt like fingers stroking the swell of his arse. Harry's arse muscles clenched instinctively and he grasped the balcony railing harder, resisting the urge to turn again.
Fingers stroked and kneaded Harry's arse.
"Mmm," Harry moaned, despite the strangeness of not knowing what was doing this to him.
Harry felt something spread the cheeks of his arse and the breeze along his spine. He pressed back into the hands, if that's what they were, and moaned softly again. He burned with curiosity, knowing that it was Draco who had to be doing this to him, but not knowing exactly what he was doing.
Something soft and wet ran along the cleft between his spread cheeks.
"Fuck," Harry let out in a whisper, wanting to press back even more. The warm wet spread to Harry's balls. He was open to the night air and the breeze tingled over the wet spots left behind. He hissed quietly at the sensation, his cock jumping.
The wet travelled back up to Harry's entrance, slickness tracing the circle of muscle.
"Fuck," he said again as a whimper this time, biting his lip. "Yes." The wetness pressed inward, stretching Harry open and wiggling just inside. The fingers holding him open pressed harder, spreading him wide.
"Oh, Merlin. Oh, fuck yes," he said, arching his back and spreading his legs. Harry felt something soft and wet thrusting into him now. He was panting and he threw his head back. Whatever it was felt very much like a tongue, and the mere thought made his cock twitch.
The wet drove deeper and faster. Harry's skin shivered in the breeze and it only intensified the feeling of heat in his arse.
"Fuck, yeah," he moaned. "Oh, fucking hell, yes!" He leaned over more, bracing himself on the railing. The tongue withdrew and his arse was suddenly released.
He whimpered pitifully at the loss, his head falling forward as he panted heavily. The fingers returned, sliding down his crack, and then a slick digit caressed the edge of Harry's opening.
Harry arched again, moaning loudly. "I want to be fucked," he groaned. "Merlin, I want to be fucked." The finger pushed inside and Harry knew the feel of it as it twisted to find that bundle of nerves. He cried out, throwing his head back again and pressing against the finger. "Draco," he moaned. "Draco, please."
Another finger joined the first, working him open and twisting.
Harry was so hard, his entire body seemed to ache with it, not only his cock. He shuddered and gasped under the assault of the fingers, knowing he would have fallen if it weren't for the railing. There were three fingers now, twisting and stretching in Harry's arse.
"Oh, fuck," Harry groaned, his eyes rolling and his toes curling. His arse clenched around the fingers and he pressed back against them further. The fourth finger slipped in on the next thrust and Harry felt another hand slip between his legs, cupping his balls.
"Shit," he gasped, breath coming quickly. "Oh, God, fuck." He shut his eyes tightly and spread his legs further, preparing himself for what he assumed was going to happen. The hand between his legs continued forward, wrapping fingers around Harry's cock just as the one in his arse also pressed deeper, slipping past knuckles and inside Harry.
Harry hissed from the pain of being stretched, but also at the pleasure of his cock being touched. He didn't dare move now, not just yet anyway. He stood there panting, leaning so heavily on the stone railing he felt like he might break it and fall to the ground below.
The slick hand on his cock began stroking him as the hand in his arse slowly rotated. Harry clenched his teeth, breathing heavily out of his nose as he tried to relax his body completely. "So full," he said in a growling voice. "So fucking full."
The fingers around his cock sped up as the fingers in his arse moved, wiggling inside him.
Harry hissed again and could feel the pleasure building up, both from the feeling of his cock being pumped and the hand in his arse. "Yes," he moaned in a very low voice. "Merlin, yes."
Draco could feel his hand inside his husband - slick and warm with muscles and magic pulsing around him. He pumped Harry's cock, his own twitching in response.
Harry knew he wasn't going to last much longer when a strong surge of pleasure sped through him. He gripped the balcony railing very, very hard, his knuckles and the tips of his fingers white. "Draco!" he cried when his release was finally triggered, the knuckles inside him brushing his prostate. He came hard and loud as he yelled hoarsely.
Harry's muscles clenched powerfully around Draco's hand, trapping it in place as magic roared up his arm and over the blond's body. Draco gritted his teeth hard to keep from making a sound as his husband's magic caused him to shudder and come where he knelt as well.
Harry went limp as his orgasm died down, breathing loudly and very heavily. He finally opened his eyes again and stared out into the night.
When Harry relaxed, Draco slid his hands back slowly, withdrawing from his lover's body. He Summoned his wand nonverbally and did equally silent Cleaning Charms on both of them, before setting the wand aside.
"Draco?" Harry asked weakly, pretty much knowing that his husband was there, but just making sure.
Draco smiled weakly, not responding yet. He knelt on the ground behind his husband, but he knew that even if Harry looked, he wouldn't see him.
Harry frowned slightly when Draco didn't answer and he turned his head to look behind him, raising his eyebrows in surprise when he didn't see him. "Draco?" he asked a little louder. There was no way that hadn't really been him. No way.
Draco got to his feet as silently as he could, standing behind his husband. He noticed that his own seed on the ground was visible.
Harry used the railing to push himself into a standing position and turned, still frowning and looking around. He winced as he took a step forward, pulled a face, and looked down as he stepped in something wet and sticky. Looking behind him, he could see where he had come dripping down the stone railing and it was not under his foot. "Draco," he said more firmly, wondering if he had been so out of it that he hadn't even noticed Draco leave. He reached a hand out, feeling silly, but searching the air around him for his husband.
Draco grinned, keeping just out of reach for another minute before stepping up and pressing his very nude, but at the moment, invisible, body against his husband.
Harry let out a quiet gasp of surprise, his eyebrows shooting up. "Is that you?" he asked, although he would know Draco's chest and back anywhere.
Draco's answer was to lick his husband's lips.
Harry smiled and let his tongue out to meet Draco's, kissing him for a moment. "Why can't I see you?" he asked quietly, raising an eyebrow. Draco didn't feel like he had Harry's Cloak on.
Draco was very naked and loved the way Harry's hands roamed over him, testing.
"Are you going to talk to me?" Harry asked, wrapping arms around Draco's invisible neck. He pressed his lips to his husband's again - or tried to. He laughed when he missed and kissed just below them.
Draco moved his mouth, his lips moving over Harry's.
Harry sighed and let his eyes fall shut as he kissed Draco. "Why are you invisible?" he whispered after a minute, his curiosity too much to wait any longer.
Draco smiled, pulling away from Harry.
Harry huffed quietly, staring at the spot where Draco had just been.
Draco stepped back, admiring the image of Harry in the moonlight.
"Draco," Harry whined, a smile behind his exasperated expression.
Draco stood silent and unmoving, waiting to see what Harry would do.
Harry waited a few moments and when Draco didn't say anything or touch him, he huffed once more and reached his hand out for him again, feeling the air around him and knowing he must look like a buffoon.
Draco had to clench his teeth to keep from making a sound, easily avoiding Harry's attempts to find him.
"You know I could just order you to come here," Harry said, ceasing his searching, but one corner of his mouth was quirked in a smile.
Draco realised it was true but waited anyway. Besides, in the right circumstances, he liked Harry ordering him around.
Harry waited a few more seconds, peering around himself with slightly narrowed eyes. "I'm going to do it," he said in a teasing, warning voice.
Draco considered going back inside, out of hearing range, but decided against it.
Harry waited yet another few seconds and then opened his mouth. "Draco, come here," he said, waiting for him with a smirk.
The compulsion hit Draco, making him shiver as Harry's magic pulled him forward.
Harry grinned as Draco's skin met his own again. "You still haven't told me why you're invisible," he said, kissing whatever part of Draco was nearest to his lips.
Draco shivered at Harry's touch and kissed him back.
Harry wrapped arms around Draco and kissed him deeply.
Draco relaxed in his husband’s embrace, enjoying the feeling of his arms and body against his as they kissed.
Several moments passed and Harry pulled back a bit, but not enough so that their lips weren't touching. "You're hot even invisible," he whispered with a small, quiet laugh, his lips moving against Draco's as he spoke.
Draco breathed in his husband's breath, smiling.
Harry raised an eyebrow and gave Draco one last slow kiss. "Are you going to tell me, or are we just going to stand out here all night and snog?" He really didn't have a problem with either options.
Draco replied by kissing Harry again.
Harry's laugh was a happy hum against Draco's lips. "The latter then, I see," he whispered, teasing the tip of Draco's tongue with his own.
Draco closed his eyes, his tongue sliding against Harry's and his hands coming up to hold his face.
Harry pulled Draco firmly against him as they kissed. He wasn't even aware of having backed up, but suddenly his skin was against cold glass and he found himself pressed to the door. He wondered how odd he looked with his bare arse cheeks flat against glass as he French-kissed air.
Draco rubbed against and kissed Harry, feeling himself getting hard again.
It didn't take long for the kiss to turn into something completely different. Harry was suddenly pulling Draco's hair, rolling his hips against his and nipping and biting at his lips as he trailed nails down his back.
Draco trembled, his breath speeding up as he fought to remain quiet under the onslaught, surrendering himself to Harry.
Harry wanted to make Draco make a noise, any noise at all, just something. "I want to fuck you," he said with a hard grind of his hips, seeing if Draco would say anything.
The only sound was Draco's panting as he ground his hips back against his husband's.
Harry certainly couldn't keep quiet and he groaned as their cocks touched and at the wonderful friction between them. He reached to the side of himself and opened the door, nearly bringing them both crashing to the floor as the support of it was lost.
Draco stumbled as Harry pulled him into the room, nearly making a sound as he did.
Harry fumbled and tripped over to the bed with Draco and pushed him down on it, kissing all over his face until he found his lips again. He forced Draco's legs open and placed himself firmly between them, grinding against him again.
Draco spread himself, loving Harry's power and desire.
"I'm gonna make you scream," Harry said huskily against Draco's lips. He slicked his fingers and moved them down blindly to the blond's entrance. It was so strange. As far as he could see, it was like he was about to attempt to fuck a bed, but he could feel the hot body beneath his, feel his own fingers as he found that tight opening and pushed them past it.
Draco gritted his teeth, breathing though his nose as he tried to remain silent, arching onto Harry's fingers.
"I know how fucking hot for me you are," Harry whispered as he stretched Draco out. "I know how much you want to scream my name." He brought his mouth to Draco's again, hitting the target directly this time.
Draco nearly whimpered, trembling as Harry's words made his body arch. Those fingers made him want to beg.
Harry kissed from Draco's mouth to his ear. "I know you want to," he whispered, licking the shell slowly. "I know you want to so badly, Draco. I know you want to beg for my cock." And he did know that, normally, Draco would be begging for it, especially as Harry did what he did then and stroked his prostate, smirking.
Draco was panting quickly, shuddering. He wanted Harry inside him. He wanted him to make him beg.
"I want you to beg," Harry continued, still whispering. "I want you to beg for it. I want you to beg for it loud, and I want you to scream my name, and I want you to tell me how fucking good it feels to be fucked by Harry Potter, how good it feels to have my cock in you."
Draco whimpered. It was enough to release the spell. His body shimmered, its outline showing even though he was still transparent.
Harry celebrated his small victory with firmer strokes to Draco's prostate and stared at the strange sight that was his husband. He looked like some sort of human chameleon.
"Fuck me," Draco whispered, and he could feel the spell lessen further as his body became more visible.
"Mmm, that's it, love," Harry replied, licking along Draco's strange, nearly transparent jaw. He slid his fingers out and slicked his erection, not completely through with teasing Draco as he rubbed his cock between those lovely arse cheeks.
"Yes, please fill me," Draco begged, whimpering louder at the feel of Harry's cock.
Harry loved the needy sounds Draco made. He could probably get off on them alone. He pressed the head of his cock inside Draco's body, filling him achingly slowly.
"Gods, yes," Draco gasped. "Please!" He reached for Harry, his left hand tangling in the man's hair.
Harry hissed and pressed the rest of the way into Draco in a quick slide, moaning as intense tingles shot up his spine.
"So amazing," Draco gasped again. "Gods, I love you. I love the feel of you inside me." After forcing himself to be quiet for so long, Draco let go, whimpering and clutching at his husband's body.
Harry felt as if he were in a completely different world when he was with Draco this way. A world in which only they existed. He let go of his thoughts and let his body do the talking, skin sliding against slick skin, tongue licking up salty beads of sweat, fingers tangled in strands of damp hair. He loved it.
"Yes, yes," Draco chanted with each thrust, feeling his lover's cock moving inside him, his body pressing against his own and his mouth tasting him. Magic tingled at every point and did little dances over his skin. He clutched at Harry's thick locks and strained to meet every thrust.
"I love you," Harry breathed into Draco's ear as he felt his climax approaching. He gasped as he thrust smoothly into his husband a few last times before his second orgasm overtook his body, sending him moaning Draco's name and shuddering.
"Harry, yes!" Draco screamed as Harry filled him with his seed and magic. He shuddered too, arching up into his husband and clinging to him.
Harry was content to simply lie there, held close in Draco's arms forever. The sound of his own name leaving Draco's lips was like music to his ears and he could imagine nothing more heavenly than the feel of being pressed to the man, both on top of him and inside him. "I love you," he whispered again, unwilling to move at all just yet.
"Yes, I love you, I need you, and damn, that was hot," Draco said, chuckling and holding Harry tight.
Harry smiled and nodded in agreement, his face pressed to Draco's neck. "Yeah," he said quietly, still a bit out of breath. "Hot, but strange." He laughed. "It looked like I was snogging and fucking nothing."
Draco laughed. "You moaned a lot for nothing," he said.
Harry snorted. "I said it looked like I was fucking nothing. What I was feeling - now that's a different story."
"Very different." Draco raised his eyebrows.
Harry nodded. "What the hell was that anyway?" he asked as he gently lifted himself from Draco and rolled beside him. "What did you do?"
Draco smiled. "A potion. Something I found while doing research. I modified it."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "A potion that makes you invisible without a Cloak or anything? Merlin, Draco. You could give Snape a run for his money easily."
"It has its problems though," Draco said, sighing. "For example, if I make a sound with my voice, it stops working."
"It's still brilliant, though," Harry said. "If you weren't already rich you'd be able to make a fortune. Well, I guess you could and just add to what you have. I bet Fred and George would love to work with you. You'd be good at that stuff."
"The last thing we need is other people able to become invisible," Draco said, but was pleased with the compliment. "But it might be useful for the Order. I just needed to find an effective way to test it." He grinned and kissed Harry.
Harry grinned too. "And a very effective way it was. I'm impressed you held out so long," he said with a laugh.
"You certainly made it ... hard," Draco said, smiling as he patted his husband's arse.
Harry chuckled. "But of course, my love," he said, kissing Draco lightly.
Chapter Title: Unseen
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Harry leaned on the balcony for a couple of minutes, the night air a little chilly but not cold. Then he felt a whisper of a caress against his arse. He gasped very quietly and turned his head to look behind him, expecting to see his husband.
He saw no one and the touch stopped.
Harry was as confused as he'd been during the Legilimency, if not more so as he could actually feel the touch this time. Frowning slightly, but very intrigued, he turned his head to face the grounds again.
The touch came back stronger. It felt like fingers stroking the swell of his arse. Harry's arse muscles clenched instinctively and he grasped the balcony railing harder, resisting the urge to turn again.
Fingers stroked and kneaded Harry's arse.
"Mmm," Harry moaned, despite the strangeness of not knowing what was doing this to him.
Harry felt something spread the cheeks of his arse and the breeze along his spine. He pressed back into the hands, if that's what they were, and moaned softly again. He burned with curiosity, knowing that it was Draco who had to be doing this to him, but not knowing exactly what he was doing.
Something soft and wet ran along the cleft between his spread cheeks.
"Fuck," Harry let out in a whisper, wanting to press back even more. The warm wet spread to Harry's balls. He was open to the night air and the breeze tingled over the wet spots left behind. He hissed quietly at the sensation, his cock jumping.
The wet travelled back up to Harry's entrance, slickness tracing the circle of muscle.
"Fuck," he said again as a whimper this time, biting his lip. "Yes." The wetness pressed inward, stretching Harry open and wiggling just inside. The fingers holding him open pressed harder, spreading him wide.
"Oh, Merlin. Oh, fuck yes," he said, arching his back and spreading his legs. Harry felt something soft and wet thrusting into him now. He was panting and he threw his head back. Whatever it was felt very much like a tongue, and the mere thought made his cock twitch.
The wet drove deeper and faster. Harry's skin shivered in the breeze and it only intensified the feeling of heat in his arse.
"Fuck, yeah," he moaned. "Oh, fucking hell, yes!" He leaned over more, bracing himself on the railing. The tongue withdrew and his arse was suddenly released.
He whimpered pitifully at the loss, his head falling forward as he panted heavily. The fingers returned, sliding down his crack, and then a slick digit caressed the edge of Harry's opening.
Harry arched again, moaning loudly. "I want to be fucked," he groaned. "Merlin, I want to be fucked." The finger pushed inside and Harry knew the feel of it as it twisted to find that bundle of nerves. He cried out, throwing his head back again and pressing against the finger. "Draco," he moaned. "Draco, please."
Another finger joined the first, working him open and twisting.
Harry was so hard, his entire body seemed to ache with it, not only his cock. He shuddered and gasped under the assault of the fingers, knowing he would have fallen if it weren't for the railing. There were three fingers now, twisting and stretching in Harry's arse.
"Oh, fuck," Harry groaned, his eyes rolling and his toes curling. His arse clenched around the fingers and he pressed back against them further. The fourth finger slipped in on the next thrust and Harry felt another hand slip between his legs, cupping his balls.
"Shit," he gasped, breath coming quickly. "Oh, God, fuck." He shut his eyes tightly and spread his legs further, preparing himself for what he assumed was going to happen. The hand between his legs continued forward, wrapping fingers around Harry's cock just as the one in his arse also pressed deeper, slipping past knuckles and inside Harry.
Harry hissed from the pain of being stretched, but also at the pleasure of his cock being touched. He didn't dare move now, not just yet anyway. He stood there panting, leaning so heavily on the stone railing he felt like he might break it and fall to the ground below.
The slick hand on his cock began stroking him as the hand in his arse slowly rotated. Harry clenched his teeth, breathing heavily out of his nose as he tried to relax his body completely. "So full," he said in a growling voice. "So fucking full."
The fingers around his cock sped up as the fingers in his arse moved, wiggling inside him.
Harry hissed again and could feel the pleasure building up, both from the feeling of his cock being pumped and the hand in his arse. "Yes," he moaned in a very low voice. "Merlin, yes."
Draco could feel his hand inside his husband - slick and warm with muscles and magic pulsing around him. He pumped Harry's cock, his own twitching in response.
Harry knew he wasn't going to last much longer when a strong surge of pleasure sped through him. He gripped the balcony railing very, very hard, his knuckles and the tips of his fingers white. "Draco!" he cried when his release was finally triggered, the knuckles inside him brushing his prostate. He came hard and loud as he yelled hoarsely.
Harry's muscles clenched powerfully around Draco's hand, trapping it in place as magic roared up his arm and over the blond's body. Draco gritted his teeth hard to keep from making a sound as his husband's magic caused him to shudder and come where he knelt as well.
Harry went limp as his orgasm died down, breathing loudly and very heavily. He finally opened his eyes again and stared out into the night.
When Harry relaxed, Draco slid his hands back slowly, withdrawing from his lover's body. He Summoned his wand nonverbally and did equally silent Cleaning Charms on both of them, before setting the wand aside.
"Draco?" Harry asked weakly, pretty much knowing that his husband was there, but just making sure.
Draco smiled weakly, not responding yet. He knelt on the ground behind his husband, but he knew that even if Harry looked, he wouldn't see him.
Harry frowned slightly when Draco didn't answer and he turned his head to look behind him, raising his eyebrows in surprise when he didn't see him. "Draco?" he asked a little louder. There was no way that hadn't really been him. No way.
Draco got to his feet as silently as he could, standing behind his husband. He noticed that his own seed on the ground was visible.
Harry used the railing to push himself into a standing position and turned, still frowning and looking around. He winced as he took a step forward, pulled a face, and looked down as he stepped in something wet and sticky. Looking behind him, he could see where he had come dripping down the stone railing and it was not under his foot. "Draco," he said more firmly, wondering if he had been so out of it that he hadn't even noticed Draco leave. He reached a hand out, feeling silly, but searching the air around him for his husband.
Draco grinned, keeping just out of reach for another minute before stepping up and pressing his very nude, but at the moment, invisible, body against his husband.
Harry let out a quiet gasp of surprise, his eyebrows shooting up. "Is that you?" he asked, although he would know Draco's chest and back anywhere.
Draco's answer was to lick his husband's lips.
Harry smiled and let his tongue out to meet Draco's, kissing him for a moment. "Why can't I see you?" he asked quietly, raising an eyebrow. Draco didn't feel like he had Harry's Cloak on.
Draco was very naked and loved the way Harry's hands roamed over him, testing.
"Are you going to talk to me?" Harry asked, wrapping arms around Draco's invisible neck. He pressed his lips to his husband's again - or tried to. He laughed when he missed and kissed just below them.
Draco moved his mouth, his lips moving over Harry's.
Harry sighed and let his eyes fall shut as he kissed Draco. "Why are you invisible?" he whispered after a minute, his curiosity too much to wait any longer.
Draco smiled, pulling away from Harry.
Harry huffed quietly, staring at the spot where Draco had just been.
Draco stepped back, admiring the image of Harry in the moonlight.
"Draco," Harry whined, a smile behind his exasperated expression.
Draco stood silent and unmoving, waiting to see what Harry would do.
Harry waited a few moments and when Draco didn't say anything or touch him, he huffed once more and reached his hand out for him again, feeling the air around him and knowing he must look like a buffoon.
Draco had to clench his teeth to keep from making a sound, easily avoiding Harry's attempts to find him.
"You know I could just order you to come here," Harry said, ceasing his searching, but one corner of his mouth was quirked in a smile.
Draco realised it was true but waited anyway. Besides, in the right circumstances, he liked Harry ordering him around.
Harry waited a few more seconds, peering around himself with slightly narrowed eyes. "I'm going to do it," he said in a teasing, warning voice.
Draco considered going back inside, out of hearing range, but decided against it.
Harry waited yet another few seconds and then opened his mouth. "Draco, come here," he said, waiting for him with a smirk.
The compulsion hit Draco, making him shiver as Harry's magic pulled him forward.
Harry grinned as Draco's skin met his own again. "You still haven't told me why you're invisible," he said, kissing whatever part of Draco was nearest to his lips.
Draco shivered at Harry's touch and kissed him back.
Harry wrapped arms around Draco and kissed him deeply.
Draco relaxed in his husband’s embrace, enjoying the feeling of his arms and body against his as they kissed.
Several moments passed and Harry pulled back a bit, but not enough so that their lips weren't touching. "You're hot even invisible," he whispered with a small, quiet laugh, his lips moving against Draco's as he spoke.
Draco breathed in his husband's breath, smiling.
Harry raised an eyebrow and gave Draco one last slow kiss. "Are you going to tell me, or are we just going to stand out here all night and snog?" He really didn't have a problem with either options.
Draco replied by kissing Harry again.
Harry's laugh was a happy hum against Draco's lips. "The latter then, I see," he whispered, teasing the tip of Draco's tongue with his own.
Draco closed his eyes, his tongue sliding against Harry's and his hands coming up to hold his face.
Harry pulled Draco firmly against him as they kissed. He wasn't even aware of having backed up, but suddenly his skin was against cold glass and he found himself pressed to the door. He wondered how odd he looked with his bare arse cheeks flat against glass as he French-kissed air.
Draco rubbed against and kissed Harry, feeling himself getting hard again.
It didn't take long for the kiss to turn into something completely different. Harry was suddenly pulling Draco's hair, rolling his hips against his and nipping and biting at his lips as he trailed nails down his back.
Draco trembled, his breath speeding up as he fought to remain quiet under the onslaught, surrendering himself to Harry.
Harry wanted to make Draco make a noise, any noise at all, just something. "I want to fuck you," he said with a hard grind of his hips, seeing if Draco would say anything.
The only sound was Draco's panting as he ground his hips back against his husband's.
Harry certainly couldn't keep quiet and he groaned as their cocks touched and at the wonderful friction between them. He reached to the side of himself and opened the door, nearly bringing them both crashing to the floor as the support of it was lost.
Draco stumbled as Harry pulled him into the room, nearly making a sound as he did.
Harry fumbled and tripped over to the bed with Draco and pushed him down on it, kissing all over his face until he found his lips again. He forced Draco's legs open and placed himself firmly between them, grinding against him again.
Draco spread himself, loving Harry's power and desire.
"I'm gonna make you scream," Harry said huskily against Draco's lips. He slicked his fingers and moved them down blindly to the blond's entrance. It was so strange. As far as he could see, it was like he was about to attempt to fuck a bed, but he could feel the hot body beneath his, feel his own fingers as he found that tight opening and pushed them past it.
Draco gritted his teeth, breathing though his nose as he tried to remain silent, arching onto Harry's fingers.
"I know how fucking hot for me you are," Harry whispered as he stretched Draco out. "I know how much you want to scream my name." He brought his mouth to Draco's again, hitting the target directly this time.
Draco nearly whimpered, trembling as Harry's words made his body arch. Those fingers made him want to beg.
Harry kissed from Draco's mouth to his ear. "I know you want to," he whispered, licking the shell slowly. "I know you want to so badly, Draco. I know you want to beg for my cock." And he did know that, normally, Draco would be begging for it, especially as Harry did what he did then and stroked his prostate, smirking.
Draco was panting quickly, shuddering. He wanted Harry inside him. He wanted him to make him beg.
"I want you to beg," Harry continued, still whispering. "I want you to beg for it. I want you to beg for it loud, and I want you to scream my name, and I want you to tell me how fucking good it feels to be fucked by Harry Potter, how good it feels to have my cock in you."
Draco whimpered. It was enough to release the spell. His body shimmered, its outline showing even though he was still transparent.
Harry celebrated his small victory with firmer strokes to Draco's prostate and stared at the strange sight that was his husband. He looked like some sort of human chameleon.
"Fuck me," Draco whispered, and he could feel the spell lessen further as his body became more visible.
"Mmm, that's it, love," Harry replied, licking along Draco's strange, nearly transparent jaw. He slid his fingers out and slicked his erection, not completely through with teasing Draco as he rubbed his cock between those lovely arse cheeks.
"Yes, please fill me," Draco begged, whimpering louder at the feel of Harry's cock.
Harry loved the needy sounds Draco made. He could probably get off on them alone. He pressed the head of his cock inside Draco's body, filling him achingly slowly.
"Gods, yes," Draco gasped. "Please!" He reached for Harry, his left hand tangling in the man's hair.
Harry hissed and pressed the rest of the way into Draco in a quick slide, moaning as intense tingles shot up his spine.
"So amazing," Draco gasped again. "Gods, I love you. I love the feel of you inside me." After forcing himself to be quiet for so long, Draco let go, whimpering and clutching at his husband's body.
Harry felt as if he were in a completely different world when he was with Draco this way. A world in which only they existed. He let go of his thoughts and let his body do the talking, skin sliding against slick skin, tongue licking up salty beads of sweat, fingers tangled in strands of damp hair. He loved it.
"Yes, yes," Draco chanted with each thrust, feeling his lover's cock moving inside him, his body pressing against his own and his mouth tasting him. Magic tingled at every point and did little dances over his skin. He clutched at Harry's thick locks and strained to meet every thrust.
"I love you," Harry breathed into Draco's ear as he felt his climax approaching. He gasped as he thrust smoothly into his husband a few last times before his second orgasm overtook his body, sending him moaning Draco's name and shuddering.
"Harry, yes!" Draco screamed as Harry filled him with his seed and magic. He shuddered too, arching up into his husband and clinging to him.
Harry was content to simply lie there, held close in Draco's arms forever. The sound of his own name leaving Draco's lips was like music to his ears and he could imagine nothing more heavenly than the feel of being pressed to the man, both on top of him and inside him. "I love you," he whispered again, unwilling to move at all just yet.
"Yes, I love you, I need you, and damn, that was hot," Draco said, chuckling and holding Harry tight.
Harry smiled and nodded in agreement, his face pressed to Draco's neck. "Yeah," he said quietly, still a bit out of breath. "Hot, but strange." He laughed. "It looked like I was snogging and fucking nothing."
Draco laughed. "You moaned a lot for nothing," he said.
Harry snorted. "I said it looked like I was fucking nothing. What I was feeling - now that's a different story."
"Very different." Draco raised his eyebrows.
Harry nodded. "What the hell was that anyway?" he asked as he gently lifted himself from Draco and rolled beside him. "What did you do?"
Draco smiled. "A potion. Something I found while doing research. I modified it."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "A potion that makes you invisible without a Cloak or anything? Merlin, Draco. You could give Snape a run for his money easily."
"It has its problems though," Draco said, sighing. "For example, if I make a sound with my voice, it stops working."
"It's still brilliant, though," Harry said. "If you weren't already rich you'd be able to make a fortune. Well, I guess you could and just add to what you have. I bet Fred and George would love to work with you. You'd be good at that stuff."
"The last thing we need is other people able to become invisible," Draco said, but was pleased with the compliment. "But it might be useful for the Order. I just needed to find an effective way to test it." He grinned and kissed Harry.
Harry grinned too. "And a very effective way it was. I'm impressed you held out so long," he said with a laugh.
"You certainly made it ... hard," Draco said, smiling as he patted his husband's arse.
Harry chuckled. "But of course, my love," he said, kissing Draco lightly.