Fallen Star (Sequel to Shooting Star) COMPLETE
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Adult ++
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Inside Your Kiss
Chapter Number/Total: 31/32
Chapter Title: Inside Your Kiss
Words: 2106 Words
Draco moved to the foot of the bed and climbed in, moving so he was between Harry's legs and looking down at the other two. "Kiss each other," he whispered, sliding his hands up Harry's legs.
Harry grinned at Draco before he slowly pushed the sheet away, leaning in to pull Mark into another deep kiss.
Draco was amazed again at the depth of feelings he had for the two men in front of him. When had he fallen in love with Mark as well? He slid his hands over their skin, caressing and stroking until he reached their cocks. He wrapped the fingers of each hand around a cock and began gently pulling on them.
Harry and Mark both moaned into the kiss, feeling completely relaxed and happy again. Harry moved to lie back on the bed, Mark leaning over him as they continued to kiss.
The blond pumped both his lover's cocks, watching them with his mouth half open. "Scoot closer," he directed and when they had, brought their cocks closer as well. He leant in and began to lick the heads of both as he continued to stroke the shafts.
Harry nipped at Mark's lips, his arms wrapping around his neck, but not pulling him down, knowing that his wounds were probably still healing underneath the bandages.
Mark groaned and tried to thrust up into Draco's mouth, feeling his cock brush up against Harry's. It always felt amazing to touch and be touched by them, and he found himself relieved that it was still true, that the horrors hadn't taken that away.
Draco sucked and licked for a minute more and then sat back on his heels again. "Harry, if you feel up to it, put Mark on the bottom," he said.
"I'm up for it," Harry whispered against Mark's lips. "Obviously ..." He smirked, moving to sit up.
Mark laughed softly, managing to shift on the bed and lay back. "I miss your ... our bed."
Draco blinked in surprise but smiled. "Fuck him, Harry," Draco said, "while I fuck you."
Harry shuddered at the thought. They had only done this a few times before, but every time Harry had really intense orgasms. "Yeah, that's what I need … the both of you."
"Mark?" Draco asked. "You want this?"
Mark read more into that than simply a question about fucking. After everything they had been through, he realised Draco was offering him a way to reconnect with them, a place in their healing. He lay back, opening his legs. "Of course I do."
Draco helped Harry manoeuvre in the small bed so he was between Mark's legs with Draco behind him. "Prepare him, baby," he said as he cast a lube spell and reached to slide his fingers along the cleft of Harry's arse.
Harry moved up a little and moved his hand down in between Mark's legs, quietly whispering the lubricant spell himself. He ran the tip around Mark's entrance before slowly sliding it inside, leaning down to kiss Mark's hips.
Mark moaned softly, lifting his hips up for Harry.
"Yes, Gods," Draco whispered as he pressed his own long finger into Harry. "Together."
Harry's eyes slipped shut as he pushed back down on Draco's finger, his own beginning to thrust in and out of Mark's body.
"Together," Mark whimpered.
Draco's erection bobbed as he worked his fingers inside of Harry and watched as Harry did the same to Mark. "Yes, going to fuck you both," he said, reaching his other hand down to caress Harry's balls.
After a few minutes Harry was able to slide three fingers inside of Mark, his body trembling. "I'm ready," he moaned, purposely whispering the lube spell again inside of Mark.
"So am I," Mark added, wishing he could arch his back.
Draco withdrew his fingers, waiting for Harry to enter Mark first. "Yes," he said.
Harry got up on his knees, positioning himself and looking into Mark's blue eyes. "Ready?"
"I said I was," Mark said breathlessly, his legs open wide for Harry.
"Just making sure," Harry said with a smile, slowly pressing inside him.
Draco leant over just enough to watch Harry's cock sliding into Mark, his own cock twitching in response. "Oh, yes, so fucking hot," he said.
Harry bent forward, kissing Mark as he slid completely inside him, his fingers tightening in the sheets.
"I love you," Mark whispered against his lips, using his good hand to reach up and run his fingers through Harry's hair.
Harry's eyes opened and he blinked down at Mark, slowly smiling at him. "I love you, too, Mark."
Draco trembled, watching them. There was a spark of his old jealousy still in him but he loved them so much it couldn't take away the joy he felt at seeing them together. He swallowed tightly and moved up, positioning himself to enter Harry, rubbing the head against his opening. "Do you want this? Want me?" he asked, knowing he really needed to hear it.
Harry nodded quickly, spreading his legs wider so Draco could thrust inside. "Yes, please, I want you," he moaned, already knowing this was a moment he would never forget.
Mark looked over Harry's shoulder, meeting Draco's eyes. "And I love you, too."
Draco's eyes widened in response. Eyes intent on Mark's, he felt he could see and feel the truth of it. Mark loved him too. "I love you too, Mark," he said quietly. Then he smiled, nodding as he pushed his cock into the tight heat of Harry's body. "Yes, I love you both," he gasped.
Harry cried out, feeling as though it had been such a long time since the last time they'd been like this. It felt so right. "You both feel so good!"
"Yes, baby, good inside you," Draco moaned, and then he began rocking back and then forward into Harry, pushing his lover into Mark as he did.
Mark groaned along with Harry at the feeling, sliding his arm up and around Harry's neck. He leant up and kissed him the best he could, lifting his legs and nudging Draco with his heels, urging him to go faster.
Draco braced himself with his hands on the bed rail and began to flex his hips, fucking his lovers faster. He thrust hard each time, loving knowing that he could fuck them both this way. "Yes, my loves," he gasped.
When it came to being in the middle, Harry never learnt how to concentrate on fucking Mark while being fucked by Draco. He just couldn't. He tried his best, managing a few thrusts, but once Draco started to move faster and harder, Harry could only moan and whimper, letting the blond take control.
The hospital bed squeaked and rocked as Draco thrust, loving the sounds from Mark and Harry. "Yes, oh, yes," he cried out. "Come for me, my darlings."
Harry weakly thrust one more time before he was coming hard, tensing up and moaning loudly. At the same moment, Mark was coming, clenching around tightly, as if he never wanted him to move again.
Draco released himself too, filling his lover with his seed and reaching around to touch Mark at the same time, wanting to feel both men. He cried out, joy and relief and pleasure mingled in the sound.
Harry kissed Mark everywhere he could reach, feeling satisfied and unbelievably happy. He never thought he'd have someone to love like this, much less two people.
Draco's arm shook as he tried to hold himself up. Finally, he pushed back on to his heels again. "Definitely need our bigger bed," he said. It was a measure of how much they had gone through that he finally thought of the fact that they didn’t have to go back to California. He sat in stunned silence for a minute.
Harry slowly lifted and pulled out of Mark, moving to roll over next to him. Mark turned and snuggled the best he could, his injured arm getting in the way. Harry looked up at Draco, noticing the look on his face. "You're thinking ..."
Draco sat back with his hands on his hips now and laughed, shaking his head.
"What's so funny?" Harry asked with a small smile.
Draco gasped and managed, "What's my name?"
"Draco Malfoy," Harry said, just as Mark said, "David Morgan." Mark laughed softly and blushed, looking over at Draco and wondering what the point was.
"Yes, Harry," Draco said, "Harry Potter. Say my name, Mark!"
"Draco Malfoy," Mark repeated, still blushing.
"Yes, and does Draco Malfoy's lover need to wash dishes to pay the bills, Harry?" he asked, still grinning.
Harry looked confused at first and then his face lit up as he slowly sat up. "No,” he said, glancing at Mark to see if he had gotten it. Mark still looked confused.
"No, he doesn't," Draco answered. "Because unlike David Morgan, Draco Malfoy is very bloody wealthy!"
Harry slowly grinned, moving to crawl over and sit next to Draco. "So is Harry Potter." Harry looked over at Mark. "You'll never have to work again, Mark."
"I won't?" Mark asked, sitting up and moving over to them. "You're both rich?"
"Harry is heir to the Black estates and I own a Manor in England and a Villa in France," Draco beamed at Mark. "You want to study art? Pick any place in the world. We can afford it!"
Mark perked up, looking in between Harry and Draco. "Honestly? That's ... that's … wow. I don't even know what to say ..."
Draco pulled first Harry to him, kissing him thoroughly and then climbed up beside Mark and did the same to him. "Say our names again, Mark," he said. "Say you'll stay with us."
"I'll stay," Mark said almost as soon as the words left Draco's mouth. "I'll stay with you both. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. I'll stay ..." He smiled brightly, lifting his arms to hug them, but stopping when he remembered his arm. He glanced down at it, his smile faltering slightly. He wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to draw again.
"Harry?" Draco asked. "You healed worse on me. Can you ... can you do it for him?" Draco hadn't been conscious when Harry had healed him. He looked curiously at his lover.
Harry had been wanting to do the same for Mark ever since he saw his arm in the sling. He was still feeling a little weak from the amount of magic he had used on Draco, but he still wanted to try for Mark.
"Hold your arm out for me?" he asked, moving close to Mark and reaching out for it.
Mark looked a bit cautious, but he pulled the sling away and laid his bandaged arm in Harry's hands, wincing slightly.
Harry laid his hand on top of Mark's and closed his eyes, concentrating the best he could again. He pictured the man’s arm, strong and sure as he drew.
Draco was still holding Mark in his arms and watch curiously as Harry's hand on his lover began to glow.
Harry's arms shook, his breathing quickening.
Mark was watching Harry with wide eyes, never having seen Harry like this. Glowing.
The glow spread to Mark's arm and Draco felt the tingle of power, gasping at the sensation. But soon, much sooner than when Harry had done the same with Draco, the light had begun to flicker as Harry sagged again.
"Harl ... Harry," Mark whispered worriedly.
Draco sat up again, pulled Harry against him, cradling him against his own body. "You okay?" he asked.
Harry's hands slipped away from Mark's arm as he was pulled into Draco's chest. "I'm fine," he murmured quietly, clearly drained. "Check his arm ..."
Mark looked down at his arm for the first time, actually not feeling any pain. He flexed his fingers, gasping softly.
"You can move it?" Draco asked, arm still around Harry. "Take off the bandages."
Mark went to work at peeling off the bandages while Harry sagged against Draco, his eyes closing.
Mark finally managed to remove all the bandages. The cuts were healed, only pink scars left behind on his skin. The best part was that he had hope again about drawing. "Oh, Harry ...."
"Rest now, baby," Draco soothed, petting Harry's hair and easing him down on the bed. "We will be right here when you wake up."
"I keep sleeping," Harry mumbled as he was set down, opening his eyes a bit.
"You earned it, my love," Draco said, helping Mark out of the bed, and pulling the covers up on Harry.
[One more chapter to go. Then there will also be a afterward -- a kind of behind the scenes analysis of this story.]
Chapter Title: Inside Your Kiss
Words: 2106 Words
Draco moved to the foot of the bed and climbed in, moving so he was between Harry's legs and looking down at the other two. "Kiss each other," he whispered, sliding his hands up Harry's legs.
Harry grinned at Draco before he slowly pushed the sheet away, leaning in to pull Mark into another deep kiss.
Draco was amazed again at the depth of feelings he had for the two men in front of him. When had he fallen in love with Mark as well? He slid his hands over their skin, caressing and stroking until he reached their cocks. He wrapped the fingers of each hand around a cock and began gently pulling on them.
Harry and Mark both moaned into the kiss, feeling completely relaxed and happy again. Harry moved to lie back on the bed, Mark leaning over him as they continued to kiss.
The blond pumped both his lover's cocks, watching them with his mouth half open. "Scoot closer," he directed and when they had, brought their cocks closer as well. He leant in and began to lick the heads of both as he continued to stroke the shafts.
Harry nipped at Mark's lips, his arms wrapping around his neck, but not pulling him down, knowing that his wounds were probably still healing underneath the bandages.
Mark groaned and tried to thrust up into Draco's mouth, feeling his cock brush up against Harry's. It always felt amazing to touch and be touched by them, and he found himself relieved that it was still true, that the horrors hadn't taken that away.
Draco sucked and licked for a minute more and then sat back on his heels again. "Harry, if you feel up to it, put Mark on the bottom," he said.
"I'm up for it," Harry whispered against Mark's lips. "Obviously ..." He smirked, moving to sit up.
Mark laughed softly, managing to shift on the bed and lay back. "I miss your ... our bed."
Draco blinked in surprise but smiled. "Fuck him, Harry," Draco said, "while I fuck you."
Harry shuddered at the thought. They had only done this a few times before, but every time Harry had really intense orgasms. "Yeah, that's what I need … the both of you."
"Mark?" Draco asked. "You want this?"
Mark read more into that than simply a question about fucking. After everything they had been through, he realised Draco was offering him a way to reconnect with them, a place in their healing. He lay back, opening his legs. "Of course I do."
Draco helped Harry manoeuvre in the small bed so he was between Mark's legs with Draco behind him. "Prepare him, baby," he said as he cast a lube spell and reached to slide his fingers along the cleft of Harry's arse.
Harry moved up a little and moved his hand down in between Mark's legs, quietly whispering the lubricant spell himself. He ran the tip around Mark's entrance before slowly sliding it inside, leaning down to kiss Mark's hips.
Mark moaned softly, lifting his hips up for Harry.
"Yes, Gods," Draco whispered as he pressed his own long finger into Harry. "Together."
Harry's eyes slipped shut as he pushed back down on Draco's finger, his own beginning to thrust in and out of Mark's body.
"Together," Mark whimpered.
Draco's erection bobbed as he worked his fingers inside of Harry and watched as Harry did the same to Mark. "Yes, going to fuck you both," he said, reaching his other hand down to caress Harry's balls.
After a few minutes Harry was able to slide three fingers inside of Mark, his body trembling. "I'm ready," he moaned, purposely whispering the lube spell again inside of Mark.
"So am I," Mark added, wishing he could arch his back.
Draco withdrew his fingers, waiting for Harry to enter Mark first. "Yes," he said.
Harry got up on his knees, positioning himself and looking into Mark's blue eyes. "Ready?"
"I said I was," Mark said breathlessly, his legs open wide for Harry.
"Just making sure," Harry said with a smile, slowly pressing inside him.
Draco leant over just enough to watch Harry's cock sliding into Mark, his own cock twitching in response. "Oh, yes, so fucking hot," he said.
Harry bent forward, kissing Mark as he slid completely inside him, his fingers tightening in the sheets.
"I love you," Mark whispered against his lips, using his good hand to reach up and run his fingers through Harry's hair.
Harry's eyes opened and he blinked down at Mark, slowly smiling at him. "I love you, too, Mark."
Draco trembled, watching them. There was a spark of his old jealousy still in him but he loved them so much it couldn't take away the joy he felt at seeing them together. He swallowed tightly and moved up, positioning himself to enter Harry, rubbing the head against his opening. "Do you want this? Want me?" he asked, knowing he really needed to hear it.
Harry nodded quickly, spreading his legs wider so Draco could thrust inside. "Yes, please, I want you," he moaned, already knowing this was a moment he would never forget.
Mark looked over Harry's shoulder, meeting Draco's eyes. "And I love you, too."
Draco's eyes widened in response. Eyes intent on Mark's, he felt he could see and feel the truth of it. Mark loved him too. "I love you too, Mark," he said quietly. Then he smiled, nodding as he pushed his cock into the tight heat of Harry's body. "Yes, I love you both," he gasped.
Harry cried out, feeling as though it had been such a long time since the last time they'd been like this. It felt so right. "You both feel so good!"
"Yes, baby, good inside you," Draco moaned, and then he began rocking back and then forward into Harry, pushing his lover into Mark as he did.
Mark groaned along with Harry at the feeling, sliding his arm up and around Harry's neck. He leant up and kissed him the best he could, lifting his legs and nudging Draco with his heels, urging him to go faster.
Draco braced himself with his hands on the bed rail and began to flex his hips, fucking his lovers faster. He thrust hard each time, loving knowing that he could fuck them both this way. "Yes, my loves," he gasped.
When it came to being in the middle, Harry never learnt how to concentrate on fucking Mark while being fucked by Draco. He just couldn't. He tried his best, managing a few thrusts, but once Draco started to move faster and harder, Harry could only moan and whimper, letting the blond take control.
The hospital bed squeaked and rocked as Draco thrust, loving the sounds from Mark and Harry. "Yes, oh, yes," he cried out. "Come for me, my darlings."
Harry weakly thrust one more time before he was coming hard, tensing up and moaning loudly. At the same moment, Mark was coming, clenching around tightly, as if he never wanted him to move again.
Draco released himself too, filling his lover with his seed and reaching around to touch Mark at the same time, wanting to feel both men. He cried out, joy and relief and pleasure mingled in the sound.
Harry kissed Mark everywhere he could reach, feeling satisfied and unbelievably happy. He never thought he'd have someone to love like this, much less two people.
Draco's arm shook as he tried to hold himself up. Finally, he pushed back on to his heels again. "Definitely need our bigger bed," he said. It was a measure of how much they had gone through that he finally thought of the fact that they didn’t have to go back to California. He sat in stunned silence for a minute.
Harry slowly lifted and pulled out of Mark, moving to roll over next to him. Mark turned and snuggled the best he could, his injured arm getting in the way. Harry looked up at Draco, noticing the look on his face. "You're thinking ..."
Draco sat back with his hands on his hips now and laughed, shaking his head.
"What's so funny?" Harry asked with a small smile.
Draco gasped and managed, "What's my name?"
"Draco Malfoy," Harry said, just as Mark said, "David Morgan." Mark laughed softly and blushed, looking over at Draco and wondering what the point was.
"Yes, Harry," Draco said, "Harry Potter. Say my name, Mark!"
"Draco Malfoy," Mark repeated, still blushing.
"Yes, and does Draco Malfoy's lover need to wash dishes to pay the bills, Harry?" he asked, still grinning.
Harry looked confused at first and then his face lit up as he slowly sat up. "No,” he said, glancing at Mark to see if he had gotten it. Mark still looked confused.
"No, he doesn't," Draco answered. "Because unlike David Morgan, Draco Malfoy is very bloody wealthy!"
Harry slowly grinned, moving to crawl over and sit next to Draco. "So is Harry Potter." Harry looked over at Mark. "You'll never have to work again, Mark."
"I won't?" Mark asked, sitting up and moving over to them. "You're both rich?"
"Harry is heir to the Black estates and I own a Manor in England and a Villa in France," Draco beamed at Mark. "You want to study art? Pick any place in the world. We can afford it!"
Mark perked up, looking in between Harry and Draco. "Honestly? That's ... that's … wow. I don't even know what to say ..."
Draco pulled first Harry to him, kissing him thoroughly and then climbed up beside Mark and did the same to him. "Say our names again, Mark," he said. "Say you'll stay with us."
"I'll stay," Mark said almost as soon as the words left Draco's mouth. "I'll stay with you both. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. I'll stay ..." He smiled brightly, lifting his arms to hug them, but stopping when he remembered his arm. He glanced down at it, his smile faltering slightly. He wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to draw again.
"Harry?" Draco asked. "You healed worse on me. Can you ... can you do it for him?" Draco hadn't been conscious when Harry had healed him. He looked curiously at his lover.
Harry had been wanting to do the same for Mark ever since he saw his arm in the sling. He was still feeling a little weak from the amount of magic he had used on Draco, but he still wanted to try for Mark.
"Hold your arm out for me?" he asked, moving close to Mark and reaching out for it.
Mark looked a bit cautious, but he pulled the sling away and laid his bandaged arm in Harry's hands, wincing slightly.
Harry laid his hand on top of Mark's and closed his eyes, concentrating the best he could again. He pictured the man’s arm, strong and sure as he drew.
Draco was still holding Mark in his arms and watch curiously as Harry's hand on his lover began to glow.
Harry's arms shook, his breathing quickening.
Mark was watching Harry with wide eyes, never having seen Harry like this. Glowing.
The glow spread to Mark's arm and Draco felt the tingle of power, gasping at the sensation. But soon, much sooner than when Harry had done the same with Draco, the light had begun to flicker as Harry sagged again.
"Harl ... Harry," Mark whispered worriedly.
Draco sat up again, pulled Harry against him, cradling him against his own body. "You okay?" he asked.
Harry's hands slipped away from Mark's arm as he was pulled into Draco's chest. "I'm fine," he murmured quietly, clearly drained. "Check his arm ..."
Mark looked down at his arm for the first time, actually not feeling any pain. He flexed his fingers, gasping softly.
"You can move it?" Draco asked, arm still around Harry. "Take off the bandages."
Mark went to work at peeling off the bandages while Harry sagged against Draco, his eyes closing.
Mark finally managed to remove all the bandages. The cuts were healed, only pink scars left behind on his skin. The best part was that he had hope again about drawing. "Oh, Harry ...."
"Rest now, baby," Draco soothed, petting Harry's hair and easing him down on the bed. "We will be right here when you wake up."
"I keep sleeping," Harry mumbled as he was set down, opening his eyes a bit.
"You earned it, my love," Draco said, helping Mark out of the bed, and pulling the covers up on Harry.
[One more chapter to go. Then there will also be a afterward -- a kind of behind the scenes analysis of this story.]