Harry Potter and The Dragon’s Treasure (BP6)
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Say It
Chapter Number/Total: 30/42
Chapter Title: Say It
Words: 3015 Words
Harry and Draco were lying in their bed with Valen, lazy and content. They'd hardly moved from the place in a week, having spent it playing with the baby, making love, or talking about the new baby. It was still such a relief to have all of it back, to be able to touch again.
Harry raised Valen above his head, smiling up at him. "Kit-ty," he tried to get him to say. "Come on, Valen. Say it for Daddy."
Draco snorted. "The child is smart enough to know you are not a cat," he teased, but then leaned close, rubbing his face against Harry's shoulder in his own familiar imitation of one.
Harry smiled, kissing Draco's forehead. "I wasn't wanting him to think I was a cat," he said. "I just wanted him to say it." Harry sat the baby down atop his stomach, holding Valen's little hands.
Valen could sit up now, even if he was a bit wobbly. Propped up against his daddy's legs, he did pretty well. He burbled and squeezed Harry's hands.
Draco considered his son. He knew that the child had been aware of a problem when the binding was broken and was clearly much happier now that it had been fixed. He assumed it was because of his son's inherited sensitivity. "He's happy we are bound again," Draco prompted, not knowing if his husband had picked up on the child's behaviour.
"He has seemed better," Harry agreed. "I think he was scared before."
"He was probably pretty frightened. He can sense magic. That means he could feel when the binding was removed and the way our magic was reacting," Draco explained.
"That couldn't have been good for you, huh?" Harry cooed, pulling Valen down against his chest and chuckling as the baby attempted to give him a slobbery kiss.
Draco smiled as Valen slobbered on Harry. "And I think he knew about the potion, not really what it was but the fact that I was under one," he added.
Harry frowned. "I know," he replied. "He was scared then, too."
Draco nodded. "He kept looking at me with this confused expression." He paused a minute, lips pressed into a line as he worried about his next words. "Scared you pretty badly, too," he whispered.
Harry looked away, back to Valen. "I guess," he answered quietly.
Valen squirmed. Draco sighed and reached to rub the infant's back. The baby seemed to settle down, laying his head on Harry's shoulder and watching Draco with sleepy looking green eyes. "Want to put him in the cot?" Draco asked.
Harry kissed Valen's hair, sitting up to put him down for his nap.
Draco lay on his side, head propped up on his hand, watching them and trying to think of a way to talk to his husband about something he knew made him uncomfortable.
Harry sighed as he lay down again, scooting close to Draco and facing him. "What are you thinking of?" he asked.
The blond frowned, reaching a hand out to gently stroke Harry's hair from his face, fingers trailing back along his cheek as he did. It was glorious, this ability to touch him -- touch that had not just been denied him for the last two months but for six years before they became involved. "I suppose I want to apologise," he said softly.
Harry furrowed his eyebrows. "Apologise for what?" he asked, wondering if Draco was still talking about what had happened back in October.
Draco had been raised to never say that he was sorry. That it was a sign of weakness. He had to take several breaths to go on. "I am ... sorry I hurt you, that I didn't talk to you about Theo and that I did what I did with him."
Harry pulled Draco even closer. "You couldn't help what you did," he whispered. "I didn't blame you for that then, and I don't blame you now."
"I didn't tell you he had talked with me in the showers before that because I didn't want to upset you. You were already pretty worked up over him," Draco admitted.
Harry bit his lip. "Yeah, I guess I was," he agreed. "Draco, don't ever hold something back because you're afraid it will hurt my feelings. If you want to tell me, then tell me."
Draco did what he always wanted to do when Harry bit his lip, he leaned in to give him a gentle kiss but then drew back to look into his eyes again. "I said some awful things then and I did hurt you," he said.
Harry looked down. "I ... was hurt, yes," he admitted quietly. "It was just so much all at once."
Draco never liked it when Harry got that look and he was tempted to stop talking right then. Yet, though he would rather just let it go himself, he was worried that doubt might linger for Harry. He reached out again, fingers trembling slightly as he gently cupped Harry's cheek. "I can find other people attractive and still want you, want you so much that I choose you over the world," he whispered.
"I know that," Harry whispered back. "I never really thought any different."
"Then why the jealousy?" Draco asked, realising that he was still not directly addressing the issue that he was trying to talk about, but still curious about the answer.
Harry frowned, thinking. "I don’t ... I don't even know," he answered. "It was partly because of what I told you before. He ... understands a certain part of you more than I do. It's complicated, I guess. Logically, I know you would never leave me, never, but ... even the thought of you ... wanting to, even for just a second, to get what he can give and I can't. I - I don't know, I just hate it. And the other part was that I was angry that he would even try to ... do whatever it was he was trying on you. Not jokingly, not half-heartedly, but really try to get you. I felt like ripping him apart."
Draco couldn't help but smirk at that last part, imagining his "lion" doing just that. "Such a territorial thing you are," he teased. "And, for the record, Theo was my friend but I was never in love with him. Never. It wouldn't even cross my mind to leave you."
Harry took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, nodding and hugging Draco around the middle.
Draco nuzzled his lover's face then, kissing his forehead, not even realising for a moment that he did so on that famous scar. He took a deep breath, forcing himself not to do what they usually did -- have sex instead of talking when they got upset. It probably helped that they were pretty sated at the moment. "I also wanted you to know that I am sorry I resisted you when I was under the potion," he said.
Harry stared at Draco confusedly. "But ... you couldn't help it," he whispered, looking down again. He hated thinking about what he'd done to his husband, forcing him without thinking of another way.
"And I don't blame you for what happened then, either," Draco insisted.
Harry stared at Draco in confusion again. "But it was my fault," he said quietly.
Draco had had months to think about this and compare it with their other experiences. "I think given our history, with me saying 'no' when I needed you, it was an understandable reaction."
"I'm still sorry for doing it," Harry told him seriously.
"Are you unhappy with me over what I did then and ... and to fix the binding?" Draco asked, the issue having bothered him.
"I was scared," Harry answered. "I didn't know what you were going to do if it didn't work, but I'm not ... unhappy with it. You weren't exactly thinking straight."
"No, I wasn't," Draco admitted, flushing a bit at that. "I am so much better with you than without you."
"I would have to say I am, too," Harry whispered, kissing Draco's nose. "And I guess we both do some pretty crazy things when we don't have our better halves."
"So, we forgive each other?" Draco asked, not being able to stop caressing Harry's face as he did.
Harry smiled. "I'd say yes," he answered.
Draco smiled, warmth and relief flooding him. "Oh, my love," he whispered and leaned in for the kiss he had been holding back.
Harry readily met Draco's lips, closing his eyes as he pressed forward again.
Draco's fingers slid back into Harry's hair, and he moaned softly at the touch and taste and feel of him.
Harry kissed a path down Draco's chin and neck. "I love you," he whispered, "more than anything." He rained kisses across Draco's collarbone and back up his throat. "You gave me yourself, and our son, and now our daughter. So what if we're crazy. Look at everything it's brought us."
"Yes, everything," Draco agreed, shivering in delight.
"Everything," Harry repeated. "Everything that matters." He pushed Draco onto his back. "And nothing and no one can take that away from us," he said, looking down at Draco.
"Nothing and no one," Draco agreed, hands sliding over the skin of his beloved.
"Mmm," Harry hummed, still kissing over Draco's skin. Then he paused and looked down at him again. "You know what I've just thought of?" he asked.
Draco grinned up at him. "No," he admitted, "but the look on your face tells me I want to."
Harry smirked. "We haven’t called our Patronuses since that day in Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"I have you for a protector," Draco whispered, but his heart sped up at the idea.
"Of course you do," Harry agreed. "But I'm not talking about using them for protecting."
Draco trembled; just the memory of Harry's Patronus was arousing to him. "Yes, show me," he agreed.
Harry grinned and sat up, straddling Draco. He cast a Shield Charm over Valen's cot so that they wouldn't wake him and then held his hand out, bringing up the thought of just a few days ago when he'd been able to touch Draco again, and the dragon shot right out of his very skin, stretching and unfurling its wings.
Draco laughed, the warmth of Harry's magic making his body shudder.
Harry Summoned Draco's wand next, handing it to him slyly. "I think my dragon's lonely," he said, voice deep as he traced patterns over Draco's chest.
"Oh, I wouldn't want such a pretty dragon to be without his lion," Draco purred. The memory he used to cast the Patronus was when they conceived their new child. A bright glowing lion with a bushy mane appeared before them.
"He is beautiful," Harry agreed, smiling down at his husband. He turned his head to watch the shimmering Patronuses circling each other, nuzzling and rubbing their faces together.
Draco shivered beneath his husband. Every time Harry's Patronus rubbed against his own he could feel the caress of the magic. "Oh, ohhhh," he gasped.
Harry was aroused watching Draco. "You can feel it?" he asked breathlessly, his hands pressing and stroking.
"Yesss, your magic," Draco whispered. "I always felt your magic but the link ... the binding ... makes it more intense!"
"The new one?" Harry asked, smirking again as he made his dragon pin the lion down.
Draco laughed at the reversal, the dragon holding down the lion. "So hot," he said, then answering the question. "Both times, but Great Rite ... with it both ways, yes."
Harry chuckled at Draco's near incoherency. At a mere order in his mind, the dragon lapped at the lion's face with its long tongue.
Draco's head fell back with a moan, neck arching and the lion mirrored the move.
Harry bent to lick as well, but he went for Draco's neck against instead of his face. "Think it's possible for my dragon to fuck your lion?" he whispered, feeling Draco's hard cock underneath his arse.
Draco couldn't have made a coherent response to that. His Patronus seemed to reply for him, crouching so that its chest was pressed to the bed and hind end in the air.
Harry flushed, wondering what someone might think if they were to walk into their bedroom right then. He climbed off of Draco and moved between his legs as the dragon moved up behind the lion, stretching its long neck to rub its face in the lion's mane.
Draco arched his hips up when Harry moved, not wanting to give up the contact with him and his lion was responding enthusiastically to the dragon.
Harry slicked his fingers and quickly pushed two inside, eager to see just how much pleasure he could give Draco.
Draco responded by eagerly spreading his legs, gasping and whimpering.
"Oh, I'm gonna fuck you," Harry promised in a whisper. "It'll feel so good you'll cry."
The animals next to them seemed to be waiting for them, simply arching and rubbing.
"Yes, oh, yes," Draco responded, nearly crying now with how much he wanted it.
Harry withdrew his fingers and slicked himself before taking Draco's legs and resting them over his shoulders, lining up.
The dragon lovingly continued to rub its face in the lion's mane, scooting up closer as its wings stretched in excitement.
Draco watched in fascination, still trembling at the power of the magic and his husband's touch. "Yes, claim me," he encouraged. He had never even heard of someone using the Patronus Spell this way. But then again, there was no one else whose magic worked like Harry's.
Harry let his head fall back and slid his cock inside, releasing a slow hiss of pleasure as he buried himself in Draco's body. And on some base level, he knew that the dragon was sliding inside, too.
Draco couldn't have really explained the feelings. He could feel his body penetrated by his husband -- and he could feel the other wizard's magic combining with his own via the Patronus as well. He moaned in delight, hands grasping Harry's shoulders as he arched into him.
Harry could swear the lion was purring. He slid back smoothly, making it slow and sensual so that Draco could feel every inch. He wanted to see if he could draw out noises from his husband as well.
As Harry and his Patronus moved, Draco's gasps gave way to moans and whimpers as he surrendered himself, no longer even aware of what sounds he made or the way he writhed beneath Harry.
"Yes, Draco," Harry groaned, entranced with the sounds and the warmth of Draco's body. He held on to Draco's legs and bent to kiss him, and the dragon stretched out its tongue and licked the lion's ear.
It was like being licked with Harry's magic and Draco gasped. His Patronus lion laid its head back arching into the thrusts of the dragon.
Harry moved his own tongue into Draco's mouth with that gasp, allowing his legs to fall down to the bed.
Draco held on to his husband, moving and sliding with him, wrapping his legs around Harry's hips and his tongue twisting with him.
Harry began to rotate more instead of thrust, getting close himself. The dragon emitted a low rumbling sound, its wings twitching and stretching again.
The sensations were overwhelming and Draco loved that, moaning louder and gasping. He could swear he felt what his Patronus lion felt along with his own body -- and they both were close to coming.
Harry broke the kiss, panting now. "Yes," he whispered. "Oh, fuck, yes." His breath caught and he let out a sort of short keening, sliding all the way inside before spilling his seed, slick and hot. The dragon's wings unfurled completely and it threw its head back, silver flames flying from its nostrils.
Searing and blindingly pleasurable heat accompanied that release of magic and Draco screamed in delight, his entire body giving a violent shudder with his orgasm.
Harry gasped as Draco's arse clenched impossibly tight around his cock, on the verge of being actually painful.
Draco shook and moaned, thrashing through their release and holding his lover tightly.
Harry slipped down to lay against Draco completely, face pressed to his neck as their Patronuses began to rub again.
The lion lay down, apparently as sated and worn out as Draco who lay under his husband panting. That's when he heard the cooing and babbling from the cot.
The dragon joined the lion on the bed curling in its wings. Harry raised his head with some effort, looking in the direction of the cot.
They could hear Valen and he was clearly happy, making burbling noises that almost sounded like singing. Draco chuckled. The child was certainly a sensitive.
Harry shook his head. "I believe we broke the charm," he said, smiling.
Draco smiled up at him. "Yes," he answered breathlessly. "Or he did."
Harry laughed. "It is absolutely insane that he's less than a year old and that wouldn't surprise me."
"Well, he does have your wild side as well as my sensitivity," Draco observed. He smiled at the Patronus images before dispelling his own.
For a split second, the dragon actually glared at Draco accusingly before Harry sent it away as well, performing Cleaning Charms for himself and his husband in the same wave of his hand. "Yes he does," he said in response to Draco's comment, crawling across the bed to fetch the baby in question.
Valen's eyes were wide and he babbled even louder when he saw Harry, holding his hands out. "Dada!"
Harry grinned at Valen and lifted him from underneath the arms, kissing his forehead before plopping him down on his bottom.
The baby wobbled but stayed upright and Draco reached a hand out to steady him. "You could feel the magic, couldn't you?" he asked the baby.
"You certainly could," Harry said suggestively, kissing Draco's cheek.
Draco rarely blushed these days but he did then. "Oh, yes," he agreed.
Chapter Title: Say It
Words: 3015 Words
Harry and Draco were lying in their bed with Valen, lazy and content. They'd hardly moved from the place in a week, having spent it playing with the baby, making love, or talking about the new baby. It was still such a relief to have all of it back, to be able to touch again.
Harry raised Valen above his head, smiling up at him. "Kit-ty," he tried to get him to say. "Come on, Valen. Say it for Daddy."
Draco snorted. "The child is smart enough to know you are not a cat," he teased, but then leaned close, rubbing his face against Harry's shoulder in his own familiar imitation of one.
Harry smiled, kissing Draco's forehead. "I wasn't wanting him to think I was a cat," he said. "I just wanted him to say it." Harry sat the baby down atop his stomach, holding Valen's little hands.
Valen could sit up now, even if he was a bit wobbly. Propped up against his daddy's legs, he did pretty well. He burbled and squeezed Harry's hands.
Draco considered his son. He knew that the child had been aware of a problem when the binding was broken and was clearly much happier now that it had been fixed. He assumed it was because of his son's inherited sensitivity. "He's happy we are bound again," Draco prompted, not knowing if his husband had picked up on the child's behaviour.
"He has seemed better," Harry agreed. "I think he was scared before."
"He was probably pretty frightened. He can sense magic. That means he could feel when the binding was removed and the way our magic was reacting," Draco explained.
"That couldn't have been good for you, huh?" Harry cooed, pulling Valen down against his chest and chuckling as the baby attempted to give him a slobbery kiss.
Draco smiled as Valen slobbered on Harry. "And I think he knew about the potion, not really what it was but the fact that I was under one," he added.
Harry frowned. "I know," he replied. "He was scared then, too."
Draco nodded. "He kept looking at me with this confused expression." He paused a minute, lips pressed into a line as he worried about his next words. "Scared you pretty badly, too," he whispered.
Harry looked away, back to Valen. "I guess," he answered quietly.
Valen squirmed. Draco sighed and reached to rub the infant's back. The baby seemed to settle down, laying his head on Harry's shoulder and watching Draco with sleepy looking green eyes. "Want to put him in the cot?" Draco asked.
Harry kissed Valen's hair, sitting up to put him down for his nap.
Draco lay on his side, head propped up on his hand, watching them and trying to think of a way to talk to his husband about something he knew made him uncomfortable.
Harry sighed as he lay down again, scooting close to Draco and facing him. "What are you thinking of?" he asked.
The blond frowned, reaching a hand out to gently stroke Harry's hair from his face, fingers trailing back along his cheek as he did. It was glorious, this ability to touch him -- touch that had not just been denied him for the last two months but for six years before they became involved. "I suppose I want to apologise," he said softly.
Harry furrowed his eyebrows. "Apologise for what?" he asked, wondering if Draco was still talking about what had happened back in October.
Draco had been raised to never say that he was sorry. That it was a sign of weakness. He had to take several breaths to go on. "I am ... sorry I hurt you, that I didn't talk to you about Theo and that I did what I did with him."
Harry pulled Draco even closer. "You couldn't help what you did," he whispered. "I didn't blame you for that then, and I don't blame you now."
"I didn't tell you he had talked with me in the showers before that because I didn't want to upset you. You were already pretty worked up over him," Draco admitted.
Harry bit his lip. "Yeah, I guess I was," he agreed. "Draco, don't ever hold something back because you're afraid it will hurt my feelings. If you want to tell me, then tell me."
Draco did what he always wanted to do when Harry bit his lip, he leaned in to give him a gentle kiss but then drew back to look into his eyes again. "I said some awful things then and I did hurt you," he said.
Harry looked down. "I ... was hurt, yes," he admitted quietly. "It was just so much all at once."
Draco never liked it when Harry got that look and he was tempted to stop talking right then. Yet, though he would rather just let it go himself, he was worried that doubt might linger for Harry. He reached out again, fingers trembling slightly as he gently cupped Harry's cheek. "I can find other people attractive and still want you, want you so much that I choose you over the world," he whispered.
"I know that," Harry whispered back. "I never really thought any different."
"Then why the jealousy?" Draco asked, realising that he was still not directly addressing the issue that he was trying to talk about, but still curious about the answer.
Harry frowned, thinking. "I don’t ... I don't even know," he answered. "It was partly because of what I told you before. He ... understands a certain part of you more than I do. It's complicated, I guess. Logically, I know you would never leave me, never, but ... even the thought of you ... wanting to, even for just a second, to get what he can give and I can't. I - I don't know, I just hate it. And the other part was that I was angry that he would even try to ... do whatever it was he was trying on you. Not jokingly, not half-heartedly, but really try to get you. I felt like ripping him apart."
Draco couldn't help but smirk at that last part, imagining his "lion" doing just that. "Such a territorial thing you are," he teased. "And, for the record, Theo was my friend but I was never in love with him. Never. It wouldn't even cross my mind to leave you."
Harry took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, nodding and hugging Draco around the middle.
Draco nuzzled his lover's face then, kissing his forehead, not even realising for a moment that he did so on that famous scar. He took a deep breath, forcing himself not to do what they usually did -- have sex instead of talking when they got upset. It probably helped that they were pretty sated at the moment. "I also wanted you to know that I am sorry I resisted you when I was under the potion," he said.
Harry stared at Draco confusedly. "But ... you couldn't help it," he whispered, looking down again. He hated thinking about what he'd done to his husband, forcing him without thinking of another way.
"And I don't blame you for what happened then, either," Draco insisted.
Harry stared at Draco in confusion again. "But it was my fault," he said quietly.
Draco had had months to think about this and compare it with their other experiences. "I think given our history, with me saying 'no' when I needed you, it was an understandable reaction."
"I'm still sorry for doing it," Harry told him seriously.
"Are you unhappy with me over what I did then and ... and to fix the binding?" Draco asked, the issue having bothered him.
"I was scared," Harry answered. "I didn't know what you were going to do if it didn't work, but I'm not ... unhappy with it. You weren't exactly thinking straight."
"No, I wasn't," Draco admitted, flushing a bit at that. "I am so much better with you than without you."
"I would have to say I am, too," Harry whispered, kissing Draco's nose. "And I guess we both do some pretty crazy things when we don't have our better halves."
"So, we forgive each other?" Draco asked, not being able to stop caressing Harry's face as he did.
Harry smiled. "I'd say yes," he answered.
Draco smiled, warmth and relief flooding him. "Oh, my love," he whispered and leaned in for the kiss he had been holding back.
Harry readily met Draco's lips, closing his eyes as he pressed forward again.
Draco's fingers slid back into Harry's hair, and he moaned softly at the touch and taste and feel of him.
Harry kissed a path down Draco's chin and neck. "I love you," he whispered, "more than anything." He rained kisses across Draco's collarbone and back up his throat. "You gave me yourself, and our son, and now our daughter. So what if we're crazy. Look at everything it's brought us."
"Yes, everything," Draco agreed, shivering in delight.
"Everything," Harry repeated. "Everything that matters." He pushed Draco onto his back. "And nothing and no one can take that away from us," he said, looking down at Draco.
"Nothing and no one," Draco agreed, hands sliding over the skin of his beloved.
"Mmm," Harry hummed, still kissing over Draco's skin. Then he paused and looked down at him again. "You know what I've just thought of?" he asked.
Draco grinned up at him. "No," he admitted, "but the look on your face tells me I want to."
Harry smirked. "We haven’t called our Patronuses since that day in Defense Against the Dark Arts."
"I have you for a protector," Draco whispered, but his heart sped up at the idea.
"Of course you do," Harry agreed. "But I'm not talking about using them for protecting."
Draco trembled; just the memory of Harry's Patronus was arousing to him. "Yes, show me," he agreed.
Harry grinned and sat up, straddling Draco. He cast a Shield Charm over Valen's cot so that they wouldn't wake him and then held his hand out, bringing up the thought of just a few days ago when he'd been able to touch Draco again, and the dragon shot right out of his very skin, stretching and unfurling its wings.
Draco laughed, the warmth of Harry's magic making his body shudder.
Harry Summoned Draco's wand next, handing it to him slyly. "I think my dragon's lonely," he said, voice deep as he traced patterns over Draco's chest.
"Oh, I wouldn't want such a pretty dragon to be without his lion," Draco purred. The memory he used to cast the Patronus was when they conceived their new child. A bright glowing lion with a bushy mane appeared before them.
"He is beautiful," Harry agreed, smiling down at his husband. He turned his head to watch the shimmering Patronuses circling each other, nuzzling and rubbing their faces together.
Draco shivered beneath his husband. Every time Harry's Patronus rubbed against his own he could feel the caress of the magic. "Oh, ohhhh," he gasped.
Harry was aroused watching Draco. "You can feel it?" he asked breathlessly, his hands pressing and stroking.
"Yesss, your magic," Draco whispered. "I always felt your magic but the link ... the binding ... makes it more intense!"
"The new one?" Harry asked, smirking again as he made his dragon pin the lion down.
Draco laughed at the reversal, the dragon holding down the lion. "So hot," he said, then answering the question. "Both times, but Great Rite ... with it both ways, yes."
Harry chuckled at Draco's near incoherency. At a mere order in his mind, the dragon lapped at the lion's face with its long tongue.
Draco's head fell back with a moan, neck arching and the lion mirrored the move.
Harry bent to lick as well, but he went for Draco's neck against instead of his face. "Think it's possible for my dragon to fuck your lion?" he whispered, feeling Draco's hard cock underneath his arse.
Draco couldn't have made a coherent response to that. His Patronus seemed to reply for him, crouching so that its chest was pressed to the bed and hind end in the air.
Harry flushed, wondering what someone might think if they were to walk into their bedroom right then. He climbed off of Draco and moved between his legs as the dragon moved up behind the lion, stretching its long neck to rub its face in the lion's mane.
Draco arched his hips up when Harry moved, not wanting to give up the contact with him and his lion was responding enthusiastically to the dragon.
Harry slicked his fingers and quickly pushed two inside, eager to see just how much pleasure he could give Draco.
Draco responded by eagerly spreading his legs, gasping and whimpering.
"Oh, I'm gonna fuck you," Harry promised in a whisper. "It'll feel so good you'll cry."
The animals next to them seemed to be waiting for them, simply arching and rubbing.
"Yes, oh, yes," Draco responded, nearly crying now with how much he wanted it.
Harry withdrew his fingers and slicked himself before taking Draco's legs and resting them over his shoulders, lining up.
The dragon lovingly continued to rub its face in the lion's mane, scooting up closer as its wings stretched in excitement.
Draco watched in fascination, still trembling at the power of the magic and his husband's touch. "Yes, claim me," he encouraged. He had never even heard of someone using the Patronus Spell this way. But then again, there was no one else whose magic worked like Harry's.
Harry let his head fall back and slid his cock inside, releasing a slow hiss of pleasure as he buried himself in Draco's body. And on some base level, he knew that the dragon was sliding inside, too.
Draco couldn't have really explained the feelings. He could feel his body penetrated by his husband -- and he could feel the other wizard's magic combining with his own via the Patronus as well. He moaned in delight, hands grasping Harry's shoulders as he arched into him.
Harry could swear the lion was purring. He slid back smoothly, making it slow and sensual so that Draco could feel every inch. He wanted to see if he could draw out noises from his husband as well.
As Harry and his Patronus moved, Draco's gasps gave way to moans and whimpers as he surrendered himself, no longer even aware of what sounds he made or the way he writhed beneath Harry.
"Yes, Draco," Harry groaned, entranced with the sounds and the warmth of Draco's body. He held on to Draco's legs and bent to kiss him, and the dragon stretched out its tongue and licked the lion's ear.
It was like being licked with Harry's magic and Draco gasped. His Patronus lion laid its head back arching into the thrusts of the dragon.
Harry moved his own tongue into Draco's mouth with that gasp, allowing his legs to fall down to the bed.
Draco held on to his husband, moving and sliding with him, wrapping his legs around Harry's hips and his tongue twisting with him.
Harry began to rotate more instead of thrust, getting close himself. The dragon emitted a low rumbling sound, its wings twitching and stretching again.
The sensations were overwhelming and Draco loved that, moaning louder and gasping. He could swear he felt what his Patronus lion felt along with his own body -- and they both were close to coming.
Harry broke the kiss, panting now. "Yes," he whispered. "Oh, fuck, yes." His breath caught and he let out a sort of short keening, sliding all the way inside before spilling his seed, slick and hot. The dragon's wings unfurled completely and it threw its head back, silver flames flying from its nostrils.
Searing and blindingly pleasurable heat accompanied that release of magic and Draco screamed in delight, his entire body giving a violent shudder with his orgasm.
Harry gasped as Draco's arse clenched impossibly tight around his cock, on the verge of being actually painful.
Draco shook and moaned, thrashing through their release and holding his lover tightly.
Harry slipped down to lay against Draco completely, face pressed to his neck as their Patronuses began to rub again.
The lion lay down, apparently as sated and worn out as Draco who lay under his husband panting. That's when he heard the cooing and babbling from the cot.
The dragon joined the lion on the bed curling in its wings. Harry raised his head with some effort, looking in the direction of the cot.
They could hear Valen and he was clearly happy, making burbling noises that almost sounded like singing. Draco chuckled. The child was certainly a sensitive.
Harry shook his head. "I believe we broke the charm," he said, smiling.
Draco smiled up at him. "Yes," he answered breathlessly. "Or he did."
Harry laughed. "It is absolutely insane that he's less than a year old and that wouldn't surprise me."
"Well, he does have your wild side as well as my sensitivity," Draco observed. He smiled at the Patronus images before dispelling his own.
For a split second, the dragon actually glared at Draco accusingly before Harry sent it away as well, performing Cleaning Charms for himself and his husband in the same wave of his hand. "Yes he does," he said in response to Draco's comment, crawling across the bed to fetch the baby in question.
Valen's eyes were wide and he babbled even louder when he saw Harry, holding his hands out. "Dada!"
Harry grinned at Valen and lifted him from underneath the arms, kissing his forehead before plopping him down on his bottom.
The baby wobbled but stayed upright and Draco reached a hand out to steady him. "You could feel the magic, couldn't you?" he asked the baby.
"You certainly could," Harry said suggestively, kissing Draco's cheek.
Draco rarely blushed these days but he did then. "Oh, yes," he agreed.