Harry Potter and The White Queen (BP3)
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Insatiable
Chapter Number/Total: 32/49
Chapter Title: Insatiable
Beta(s): Daine_Murphy, Mearowen, TheBostonDyke, Kyrana, Nomeci
Words: 2715 Words
Harry shivered slightly and wiggled closer to Draco, his eyes still closed. He wondered why he was a bit cold, and why he had no blanket, and why their bed didn't feel like it usually did. Moving even closer to Draco, pressing his body against his to warm up, Harry opened his eyes and realised they were outside. The previous night came back to him then. He smiled and kissed Draco's nose. It was still dark out, but the sky was lighting up very slowly.
Draco shivered, wrapping both arms and a leg around Harry, pulling him close.
"I'm bloody cold," Harry whispered, pushing hands between their bodies to keep them warm. It seemed he was getting colder by the second.
"Mmm," Draco answered, "yes, cold."
Harry pressed himself to Draco. "In or another charm?" he asked, teeth beginning to chatter.
"Inside," Draco whispered.
Harry nodded and Summoned his and Draco's wands before Apparating them to their bed. He scrambled under the covers quickly, still shivering from the cold outside.
"What?" Draco asked sleepily when Apparating woke him up. He followed Harry under the covers, pulling his body close again.
Harry smiled and relaxed against Draco. "I didn't say anything," he whispered.
Draco was pressed against Harry, his body warming up now. The silver hand was actually warmer than his flesh one and he ran that over Harry's chest and belly.
"Mmm," Harry hummed, his eyes shut again. "So, how was that spell?" he asked, smirking.
"Useful." Draco smiled, silver fingers trailing down the soft hair on Harry's belly until he caressed cock.
Harry gasped quietly and grinned. He became aroused immediately, his cock twitching and slowly hardening in Draco's hand.
"Yes," Draco whispered, fingers wrapping around his flesh as his own cock hardened as well. "Want you inside." He smiled again.
Harry opened his eyes and moved forward to kiss Draco. "Want me to fuck you?" he asked slyly against Draco's lips, moving a hand down his back to grab his arse.
"Deep and slow," Draco said before licking Harry's lips.
Harry opened his mouth to Draco and slipped his tongue in, moving it slowly and far inside. "Like that?" he whispered wetly before licking along Draco's lips.
"It's a start," Draco said, sliding silver fingers along the length of Harry's cock.
Harry grinned and then concentrated. "I wonder if I can..." he muttered, pressing dry fingers against Draco's entrance. He concentrated hard.
Draco gasped at the sensation, first of Harry's still slightly chill fingers and then at the tingle of magic in them.
Harry tried to focus his magic into his hand, his eyes closed again. He could feel the power trying to comply. Finally, after a few long seconds, his fingers were suddenly slick and they slid inside of Draco quickly. Harry groaned when he felt the magic work, almost sounding like it had been pleasurable.
"Gods, Harry!" Draco cried out, magic and lube and Harry's fingers making him shudder and his cock twitch.
Harry took a deep breath and chuckled. "Too bad I can only seem to do sex spells this well," he said, stretching Draco.
Draco's response was a moan, silver fingers still wrapped around Harry's cock.
Harry groaned again and slipped his fingers out after a minute. He passed his hand over Draco's on his cock, concentrating very hard again. It might not have taken so long if he wasn't being tossed off, but it worked again and Draco's hand was suddenly slick.
Draco cried out again, as Harry's magic caressed him. "Oh, please, yes," he begged. "Please fuck me."
Harry moaned and got to his knees in front of Draco. He grabbed his legs and pulled him down to him quickly, grasping his cock and looking up at Draco's face as he spread his own legs and Draco's before pressing his hips forward. He leaned over him and slid inside firmly, but not too hard, and hissed though his teeth.
Harry's magic and his cock pressed into Draco and he was so aroused he nearly came then, panting and looking up into his lover's face.
Harry thrust forward steadily and continued to stare down into Draco's flushed face. "You're so fucking good," he told him, rocking his hips forward and back. "So good."
"Yes, yes," Draco chanted as his lover thrust in, the feel of him inside sending sparks of pleasure up his spine.
Harry's breathing was heavy and his head dropped forward after a few minutes. He looked down and could see himself sliding into Draco and Draco's cock wet with pre-come. Harry whimpered and thrust harder, quicker.
Draco began to shudder as his body built up to orgasm. He had both hands fisted in the sheets and he spread himself wider, allowing Harry to go deeper.
"Fuck," Harry gasped, sudden tight-feeling pleasure invading his body. It seemed to whip through him quickly and he was coming before he even realised it. "Oh, fuck, Draco," he moaned, thrusting weakly as he pumped his seed inside him.
Draco came with a low moan, his head spinning and his body spasming. Gods, he loved starting his day this way. He wrapped arms and legs around Harry, pulling him close and making small contented humming noises.
Harry dropped his head onto Draco's shoulder and pressed his face into his neck, panting still. He smiled and reached a hand up to cup the side of Draco's face.
"Every morning that starts like this is a good morning," Draco said, kissing he side of Harry's head.
Harry nodded and rested for a few seconds before lifting himself and pulling out of Draco. He fell back to the bed next to him, pressed nearly over the top of his whole side.
"So, we finally did it under a tree after all," Draco said, laughing.
Harry snorted, remembering the story in the Prophet. "It was better than anything the paper could've thought up though," he said, smirking.
"I am so glad you feel that way," Draco laughed, "because I definitely want to do that again sometime."
Harry's smirked widened so that he was grinning now. "Sure," he said and he kissed the corner of Draco's mouth. "Did your back get scratched at all?"
"Didn't notice if it did," Draco said. "You tell me."
"It might have felt a few scratches," Harry said, "but I haven't looked. Let me see." He rolled slightly so that he wasn't lying on Draco anymore and sat up.
Draco shrugged and rolled over so he lay face down. He looked back over his shoulder at Harry.
"Eh, not too bad," Harry said, running fingers down the few red lines on Draco's back. "You'll live." He smiled at him.
"Mmm," Draco hummed at the feel of his fingers and smiled, laying his head back down.
Harry snorted quietly and then straddled Draco so that he was sitting on his arse. He started at Draco's shoulders and pressed his hands and squeezed down his back, working his muscles. "It's kind of weird, isn't it?" he asked, watching the progress of his own hands thoughtfully now.
"Mmm," Draco murmured, enjoying both the massage and the feel of Harry straddling him. He didn't know what Harry was talking about. Personally, he was wondering how he could be so relaxed and getting so aroused at the same time.
Harry snorted again. "I suppose it's useless to talk to you while doing this?" he asked, amusement in his voice.
"About what?" Draco mumbled, still not really paying attention to much besides the other man's touch.
Harry was silent for a few seconds, still massaging Draco's back. "Well, that spell worked, didn't it?" he said finally. "If that book is Snape's, isn't it weird that he was sort of doing the same thing as my mum?"
Draco mused that all the blood seemed to have left his brain. But he honestly did think about the question, even if Harry's balls were pressed against his back side. "Not if they knew each other," he answered.
"Well," Harry said slowly, "they were in the same year... but I doubt they were friends or anything..." He thought about the memory of Snape's he had viewed. They hadn't seemed like friends.
"Why wouldn't they be?" Draco asked, wiggling his arse a bit to rub against Harry.
Harry sighed and shook his head at the rather obvious way Draco was moving against him. "I saw a memory of Snape's in Dumbledore's Pensieve once. One that he hadn't wanted me to see. It had to do with my mum and dad."
"In Snape's memory?" Draco asked, rubbing himself against Harry and rubbing his cock against the bed.
"Well, it was Snape's memory in the Pensieve," Harry said slowly. "Remember in fifth year when I was taking 'Remedial Potions'?" he asked sarcastically.
Draco snorted. "Yeah." Meanwhile, he had started rocking his hips back and forth against the bed and Harry on top of him.
"Well, I wasn’t," Harry said, raising an eyebrow at Draco's movements. "Snape was trying to teach me Occlumency."
"You learned Occlumency?" Draco asked, rocking harder now.
"Are you managing to truly register a word I'm saying?" Harry asked, amused again, his body moving because of Draco now.
"Mmhmm," Draco murmured, his breath speeding up now, his cock hard and his brain only really registering some of the words.
"You are not," Harry said with a laugh. His own cock had been steadily getting harder, but he gave into now and rubbed himself down against Draco, thinking they could talk in a minute.
Draco moaned as he felt Harry's cock against his arse. Hadn't he just come? It didn't feel like it. He was so hard he hurt as he rubbed himself between bed and lover.
"Turn over," Harry said, voice suddenly low as he climbed off of Draco.
Draco groaned as compulsion had him turning before he could even argue the idea. "Why?" he managed as he rolled onto his back.
"Because," Harry said simply. "You've made me hard now too." He reached over and spread Draco's legs apart before moving between them. He grasped both their cocks together, his own still slippery from before.
"Oh, yes," Draco gasp, arching up into his hands.
Harry smirked and pumped his hands over both their cocks, rocking his hips gently and appreciating the sight of Draco greatly. "You're going to come for me again," he said. "And then I could make you again, and again after, I reckon." He was trying to sound controlling and confident in his ability, but it wasn't working very well as he gasped a few times.
"Yes," Draco gasped, feeling his body and his own magic responding to Harry's will. He tried to force his eyes to remain open, only partially succeeding as he thrashed his head, arching up.
"Fuck," Harry panted, speeding up the strokes, making sure to squeeze along the heads and thrust a bit into Draco's cock.
Draco ran his own hands over his own chest, pulling on his nipples as the feel of Harry's cock against his own kept him shuddering and thrusting.
Harry could hardly take the image of Draco touching himself. A strong shock of pleasure travelled through him as he watched him. "Shit, I'm gonna come!" he cried, his body tensing.
Words, touch, and magic from his lover and Draco was lost, coming in spurts over their cocks, Harry’s hand and Draco’s own chest.
Harry came with Draco, amazed at how often they seemed to be able to do that. Shudders and shivers ran though him and he let his hands slip from both himself and Draco, panting above him.
Draco sighed, very relaxed and happy. He smiled up at his lover. "Were you saying something?" he teased.
Harry shook his head and took a deep breath before letting it out in a sigh. "Yes, I was actually," he said, sounding amused again.
"Maybe we could talk about it over breakfast." Draco smirked. "I'm hungry." He reached for his wand and did Cleaning Spells on both of them.
"Of course you are," Harry said with a laugh. "But me too."
***
Draco got dressed, marvelling at the fact that watching Harry dress was turning him on. He knew he was only seventeen, male, and just married, but really, this was getting distracting. Fine, so Harry had always been distracting. Yet, he seemed more so now than ever.
Harry looked up at Draco, buttoning his shirt up, and smiled at him. "What?" he asked, tucking the pendant Draco had gotten him inside the shirt.
Draco flushed and rolled his eyes, but went back to combing his hair.
Harry chuckled lightly, delighted that he could do what he could to Draco. Harry hadn't really bothered to do his hair since the wedding and simply stood with hands in his pockets, watching Draco do his own.
Draco finished and turned, shaking his head at Harry's mop. "Did you at least comb or brush it?" he asked.
Harry shrugged. "I combed it," he said. "It just does this."
Draco huffed, covering his desire to grab Harry's hair and... Okay, think about food. "Apparate or walk?" he asked him.
"Eh, let's walk," Harry said, hands still in his pockets as he began to walk backwards towards the door, still smiling at Draco.
The blond followed his husband through the sitting room, picking up Snape's Potion book along the way. "You're teasing me on purpose," Draco complained half-heartedly.
"I am?" Harry asked, widening his eyes, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips.
"Git," Draco muttered, still frustrated by his recent mood. It was fine to be like this right after the wedding when they could stay in bed all day. But they had work to do.
Harry chuckled. "All right, I'll stop," he said, turning and holding out his hand for Draco to take.
Draco actually hesitated, but took his lover's hand. The contact sent a shiver up his arm and he took a quick breath, concentrating on calming himself while they walked.
"Oh, hey, do you play piano?" Harry asked suddenly when they were out in the hall. "I've been meaning to ask you. I saw that you have one."
"We have several. And, yes, I used to play," Draco said, feeling unaccountably grumpy suddenly.
"You should show me sometime," Harry said, not noticing Draco's grumpiness. "I think that would be unbelievably sexy," he said truthfully.
"I haven't played in... a while," Draco said.
"It's not something you forget, is it?" Harry asked. "You don't have to if you don't want to."
Draco held up his silver hand, considering it. "I will have to ... try it. See if it works the same," he said.
Harry nodded. "I can't play anything," he said. "Just Quidditch."
"And Chess," Draco said. "And me."
Harry snorted. "Can you guess which one I like the best?" he said, grinning.
Draco's breath sped up and he licked his lips. "Yes," he answered, voice a bit breathy.
"Can we bloody make it down to breakfast?" Harry asked with a small laugh, flushing a little now.
"Can we?" Draco asked, flushed but still walking.
"We really should," Harry said, shaking his head and taking a deep breath to try and clear it.
Draco continued on, looking more at his feet and concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other.
"Maybe we shouldn't hold hands," Harry said, feeling too hot. He could not believe himself.
Draco looked at him -- and stopped in his tracks. "You...upset?" he asked, his voice too deep.
Harry shook his head no as a shiver went down his spine at Draco's voice. He wasn't upset, he was trying to make it to breakfast.
"Maybe we should Apparate to breakfast?" Draco asked, clearing his throat at the way it seemed to be constricting on him.
"Yeah, we should," Harry said shakily. "I believe we are insatiable."
"You too?" Draco asked, eyes widening.
"Must you ask?" Harry said.
"No," Draco said, realising that, as usual, Harry's magic was crackling over his skin. He stepped up and pinned him against the wall with his body, holding his hands over his head and closing his lips on Harry's.
Oh, Merlin, I am not about to have another go, Harry thought, and then Draco's tongue was in his mouth. Yes I am.
Chapter Title: Insatiable
Beta(s): Daine_Murphy, Mearowen, TheBostonDyke, Kyrana, Nomeci
Words: 2715 Words
Harry shivered slightly and wiggled closer to Draco, his eyes still closed. He wondered why he was a bit cold, and why he had no blanket, and why their bed didn't feel like it usually did. Moving even closer to Draco, pressing his body against his to warm up, Harry opened his eyes and realised they were outside. The previous night came back to him then. He smiled and kissed Draco's nose. It was still dark out, but the sky was lighting up very slowly.
Draco shivered, wrapping both arms and a leg around Harry, pulling him close.
"I'm bloody cold," Harry whispered, pushing hands between their bodies to keep them warm. It seemed he was getting colder by the second.
"Mmm," Draco answered, "yes, cold."
Harry pressed himself to Draco. "In or another charm?" he asked, teeth beginning to chatter.
"Inside," Draco whispered.
Harry nodded and Summoned his and Draco's wands before Apparating them to their bed. He scrambled under the covers quickly, still shivering from the cold outside.
"What?" Draco asked sleepily when Apparating woke him up. He followed Harry under the covers, pulling his body close again.
Harry smiled and relaxed against Draco. "I didn't say anything," he whispered.
Draco was pressed against Harry, his body warming up now. The silver hand was actually warmer than his flesh one and he ran that over Harry's chest and belly.
"Mmm," Harry hummed, his eyes shut again. "So, how was that spell?" he asked, smirking.
"Useful." Draco smiled, silver fingers trailing down the soft hair on Harry's belly until he caressed cock.
Harry gasped quietly and grinned. He became aroused immediately, his cock twitching and slowly hardening in Draco's hand.
"Yes," Draco whispered, fingers wrapping around his flesh as his own cock hardened as well. "Want you inside." He smiled again.
Harry opened his eyes and moved forward to kiss Draco. "Want me to fuck you?" he asked slyly against Draco's lips, moving a hand down his back to grab his arse.
"Deep and slow," Draco said before licking Harry's lips.
Harry opened his mouth to Draco and slipped his tongue in, moving it slowly and far inside. "Like that?" he whispered wetly before licking along Draco's lips.
"It's a start," Draco said, sliding silver fingers along the length of Harry's cock.
Harry grinned and then concentrated. "I wonder if I can..." he muttered, pressing dry fingers against Draco's entrance. He concentrated hard.
Draco gasped at the sensation, first of Harry's still slightly chill fingers and then at the tingle of magic in them.
Harry tried to focus his magic into his hand, his eyes closed again. He could feel the power trying to comply. Finally, after a few long seconds, his fingers were suddenly slick and they slid inside of Draco quickly. Harry groaned when he felt the magic work, almost sounding like it had been pleasurable.
"Gods, Harry!" Draco cried out, magic and lube and Harry's fingers making him shudder and his cock twitch.
Harry took a deep breath and chuckled. "Too bad I can only seem to do sex spells this well," he said, stretching Draco.
Draco's response was a moan, silver fingers still wrapped around Harry's cock.
Harry groaned again and slipped his fingers out after a minute. He passed his hand over Draco's on his cock, concentrating very hard again. It might not have taken so long if he wasn't being tossed off, but it worked again and Draco's hand was suddenly slick.
Draco cried out again, as Harry's magic caressed him. "Oh, please, yes," he begged. "Please fuck me."
Harry moaned and got to his knees in front of Draco. He grabbed his legs and pulled him down to him quickly, grasping his cock and looking up at Draco's face as he spread his own legs and Draco's before pressing his hips forward. He leaned over him and slid inside firmly, but not too hard, and hissed though his teeth.
Harry's magic and his cock pressed into Draco and he was so aroused he nearly came then, panting and looking up into his lover's face.
Harry thrust forward steadily and continued to stare down into Draco's flushed face. "You're so fucking good," he told him, rocking his hips forward and back. "So good."
"Yes, yes," Draco chanted as his lover thrust in, the feel of him inside sending sparks of pleasure up his spine.
Harry's breathing was heavy and his head dropped forward after a few minutes. He looked down and could see himself sliding into Draco and Draco's cock wet with pre-come. Harry whimpered and thrust harder, quicker.
Draco began to shudder as his body built up to orgasm. He had both hands fisted in the sheets and he spread himself wider, allowing Harry to go deeper.
"Fuck," Harry gasped, sudden tight-feeling pleasure invading his body. It seemed to whip through him quickly and he was coming before he even realised it. "Oh, fuck, Draco," he moaned, thrusting weakly as he pumped his seed inside him.
Draco came with a low moan, his head spinning and his body spasming. Gods, he loved starting his day this way. He wrapped arms and legs around Harry, pulling him close and making small contented humming noises.
Harry dropped his head onto Draco's shoulder and pressed his face into his neck, panting still. He smiled and reached a hand up to cup the side of Draco's face.
"Every morning that starts like this is a good morning," Draco said, kissing he side of Harry's head.
Harry nodded and rested for a few seconds before lifting himself and pulling out of Draco. He fell back to the bed next to him, pressed nearly over the top of his whole side.
"So, we finally did it under a tree after all," Draco said, laughing.
Harry snorted, remembering the story in the Prophet. "It was better than anything the paper could've thought up though," he said, smirking.
"I am so glad you feel that way," Draco laughed, "because I definitely want to do that again sometime."
Harry's smirked widened so that he was grinning now. "Sure," he said and he kissed the corner of Draco's mouth. "Did your back get scratched at all?"
"Didn't notice if it did," Draco said. "You tell me."
"It might have felt a few scratches," Harry said, "but I haven't looked. Let me see." He rolled slightly so that he wasn't lying on Draco anymore and sat up.
Draco shrugged and rolled over so he lay face down. He looked back over his shoulder at Harry.
"Eh, not too bad," Harry said, running fingers down the few red lines on Draco's back. "You'll live." He smiled at him.
"Mmm," Draco hummed at the feel of his fingers and smiled, laying his head back down.
Harry snorted quietly and then straddled Draco so that he was sitting on his arse. He started at Draco's shoulders and pressed his hands and squeezed down his back, working his muscles. "It's kind of weird, isn't it?" he asked, watching the progress of his own hands thoughtfully now.
"Mmm," Draco murmured, enjoying both the massage and the feel of Harry straddling him. He didn't know what Harry was talking about. Personally, he was wondering how he could be so relaxed and getting so aroused at the same time.
Harry snorted again. "I suppose it's useless to talk to you while doing this?" he asked, amusement in his voice.
"About what?" Draco mumbled, still not really paying attention to much besides the other man's touch.
Harry was silent for a few seconds, still massaging Draco's back. "Well, that spell worked, didn't it?" he said finally. "If that book is Snape's, isn't it weird that he was sort of doing the same thing as my mum?"
Draco mused that all the blood seemed to have left his brain. But he honestly did think about the question, even if Harry's balls were pressed against his back side. "Not if they knew each other," he answered.
"Well," Harry said slowly, "they were in the same year... but I doubt they were friends or anything..." He thought about the memory of Snape's he had viewed. They hadn't seemed like friends.
"Why wouldn't they be?" Draco asked, wiggling his arse a bit to rub against Harry.
Harry sighed and shook his head at the rather obvious way Draco was moving against him. "I saw a memory of Snape's in Dumbledore's Pensieve once. One that he hadn't wanted me to see. It had to do with my mum and dad."
"In Snape's memory?" Draco asked, rubbing himself against Harry and rubbing his cock against the bed.
"Well, it was Snape's memory in the Pensieve," Harry said slowly. "Remember in fifth year when I was taking 'Remedial Potions'?" he asked sarcastically.
Draco snorted. "Yeah." Meanwhile, he had started rocking his hips back and forth against the bed and Harry on top of him.
"Well, I wasn’t," Harry said, raising an eyebrow at Draco's movements. "Snape was trying to teach me Occlumency."
"You learned Occlumency?" Draco asked, rocking harder now.
"Are you managing to truly register a word I'm saying?" Harry asked, amused again, his body moving because of Draco now.
"Mmhmm," Draco murmured, his breath speeding up now, his cock hard and his brain only really registering some of the words.
"You are not," Harry said with a laugh. His own cock had been steadily getting harder, but he gave into now and rubbed himself down against Draco, thinking they could talk in a minute.
Draco moaned as he felt Harry's cock against his arse. Hadn't he just come? It didn't feel like it. He was so hard he hurt as he rubbed himself between bed and lover.
"Turn over," Harry said, voice suddenly low as he climbed off of Draco.
Draco groaned as compulsion had him turning before he could even argue the idea. "Why?" he managed as he rolled onto his back.
"Because," Harry said simply. "You've made me hard now too." He reached over and spread Draco's legs apart before moving between them. He grasped both their cocks together, his own still slippery from before.
"Oh, yes," Draco gasp, arching up into his hands.
Harry smirked and pumped his hands over both their cocks, rocking his hips gently and appreciating the sight of Draco greatly. "You're going to come for me again," he said. "And then I could make you again, and again after, I reckon." He was trying to sound controlling and confident in his ability, but it wasn't working very well as he gasped a few times.
"Yes," Draco gasped, feeling his body and his own magic responding to Harry's will. He tried to force his eyes to remain open, only partially succeeding as he thrashed his head, arching up.
"Fuck," Harry panted, speeding up the strokes, making sure to squeeze along the heads and thrust a bit into Draco's cock.
Draco ran his own hands over his own chest, pulling on his nipples as the feel of Harry's cock against his own kept him shuddering and thrusting.
Harry could hardly take the image of Draco touching himself. A strong shock of pleasure travelled through him as he watched him. "Shit, I'm gonna come!" he cried, his body tensing.
Words, touch, and magic from his lover and Draco was lost, coming in spurts over their cocks, Harry’s hand and Draco’s own chest.
Harry came with Draco, amazed at how often they seemed to be able to do that. Shudders and shivers ran though him and he let his hands slip from both himself and Draco, panting above him.
Draco sighed, very relaxed and happy. He smiled up at his lover. "Were you saying something?" he teased.
Harry shook his head and took a deep breath before letting it out in a sigh. "Yes, I was actually," he said, sounding amused again.
"Maybe we could talk about it over breakfast." Draco smirked. "I'm hungry." He reached for his wand and did Cleaning Spells on both of them.
"Of course you are," Harry said with a laugh. "But me too."
***
Draco got dressed, marvelling at the fact that watching Harry dress was turning him on. He knew he was only seventeen, male, and just married, but really, this was getting distracting. Fine, so Harry had always been distracting. Yet, he seemed more so now than ever.
Harry looked up at Draco, buttoning his shirt up, and smiled at him. "What?" he asked, tucking the pendant Draco had gotten him inside the shirt.
Draco flushed and rolled his eyes, but went back to combing his hair.
Harry chuckled lightly, delighted that he could do what he could to Draco. Harry hadn't really bothered to do his hair since the wedding and simply stood with hands in his pockets, watching Draco do his own.
Draco finished and turned, shaking his head at Harry's mop. "Did you at least comb or brush it?" he asked.
Harry shrugged. "I combed it," he said. "It just does this."
Draco huffed, covering his desire to grab Harry's hair and... Okay, think about food. "Apparate or walk?" he asked him.
"Eh, let's walk," Harry said, hands still in his pockets as he began to walk backwards towards the door, still smiling at Draco.
The blond followed his husband through the sitting room, picking up Snape's Potion book along the way. "You're teasing me on purpose," Draco complained half-heartedly.
"I am?" Harry asked, widening his eyes, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips.
"Git," Draco muttered, still frustrated by his recent mood. It was fine to be like this right after the wedding when they could stay in bed all day. But they had work to do.
Harry chuckled. "All right, I'll stop," he said, turning and holding out his hand for Draco to take.
Draco actually hesitated, but took his lover's hand. The contact sent a shiver up his arm and he took a quick breath, concentrating on calming himself while they walked.
"Oh, hey, do you play piano?" Harry asked suddenly when they were out in the hall. "I've been meaning to ask you. I saw that you have one."
"We have several. And, yes, I used to play," Draco said, feeling unaccountably grumpy suddenly.
"You should show me sometime," Harry said, not noticing Draco's grumpiness. "I think that would be unbelievably sexy," he said truthfully.
"I haven't played in... a while," Draco said.
"It's not something you forget, is it?" Harry asked. "You don't have to if you don't want to."
Draco held up his silver hand, considering it. "I will have to ... try it. See if it works the same," he said.
Harry nodded. "I can't play anything," he said. "Just Quidditch."
"And Chess," Draco said. "And me."
Harry snorted. "Can you guess which one I like the best?" he said, grinning.
Draco's breath sped up and he licked his lips. "Yes," he answered, voice a bit breathy.
"Can we bloody make it down to breakfast?" Harry asked with a small laugh, flushing a little now.
"Can we?" Draco asked, flushed but still walking.
"We really should," Harry said, shaking his head and taking a deep breath to try and clear it.
Draco continued on, looking more at his feet and concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other.
"Maybe we shouldn't hold hands," Harry said, feeling too hot. He could not believe himself.
Draco looked at him -- and stopped in his tracks. "You...upset?" he asked, his voice too deep.
Harry shook his head no as a shiver went down his spine at Draco's voice. He wasn't upset, he was trying to make it to breakfast.
"Maybe we should Apparate to breakfast?" Draco asked, clearing his throat at the way it seemed to be constricting on him.
"Yeah, we should," Harry said shakily. "I believe we are insatiable."
"You too?" Draco asked, eyes widening.
"Must you ask?" Harry said.
"No," Draco said, realising that, as usual, Harry's magic was crackling over his skin. He stepped up and pinned him against the wall with his body, holding his hands over his head and closing his lips on Harry's.
Oh, Merlin, I am not about to have another go, Harry thought, and then Draco's tongue was in his mouth. Yes I am.