Dragon Hunt

New Year’s went off without a hitch. Harry watched his two best friends canoodle in a corner, finally. He got to see the shock and awe on everyone’s face when it was announced that they Boy-Who-Lived and Spy-Who-Won-the-War (as the papers called Draco on occasion now) were married. He got to see the whole of the wizarding world congratulating them both, thanking them both. It was wonderful for one night.

And when they were finally alone, the last of the party goers going home for much needed rest, Draco and Harry found themselves on a certain stone bench in the garden, watching the sun rise through the weeping branches of the willow tree.

“This is where we sat when we first touched,” Harry remarked, though they both knew that and needed no reminder. “When my memory was missing, you told me about it. About how the touch felt like fire and made it so you couldn’t tell where I ended and you began. And how much you wanted to kiss me?” Harry prompted.

Draco smiled coyly at his husband. “Yes. But then again, I always want to kiss you.”

“And you are mine to kiss anytime the mood strikes me,” Harry reminded with a teasing smile, leaning forward, letting his breath ghost over Draco’s lips, allowing his mate to feel the heat build between them, leaning back before their lips could touch. He couldn’t help but laugh at the disappointed look on his husband’s face.

“Unfair,” Draco pouted. Harry just smiled, turning back to the rising sun, not seeing the mischief playing on his mate’s features. He didn’t even notice Draco move until he turned back and found the other occupant of the bench completely nude, leaning back slight onto his arms, presenting himself as if he were sunbathing. And his eyes were closed as if perfectly content, only his hardened cock showed anything different.

“Unfair,” Harry echoed, then his own mischief caught up with him and began stripping himself as silently as he could. “You know, I don’t think I’ve even told you what that first touch felt like to me,” he said lightly. Draco raised an interested eyebrow, but didn’t even open his eyes. “It felt like fire. It felt like I didn’t know where you ended and I began, but I didn’t want to kiss you.” Draco’s face twitched minutely, showing his displeasure and disappointment. But Harry heard it in the purr without that cue. “No, I wanted to absolutely consume you,” he said, his voice turning husky.

Draco opened his eyes to glance at his mate, but found himself tugged around and into his lap instead. He gasped as their erections were trapped between them when Harry pulled him flush against him. Draco helped by wrapping his legs around the tanned torso. And before he could voice his pleasure, Harry had consumed him, claiming his mouth with an insistent tongue and strong, clinging kisses. Draco could feel Harry’s essence course through him and knew that their magics had intertwined again, binding them deeper than anything else ever could. They kissed deeply, wetly until Draco had to pull away in need of air. “Yeah,” Harry sighed contently. “That’s what I wanted to do.”

“Mmm,” Draco hummed. “That would have been good. But, I think it would have led to me needing to do this.” Draco began wiggling around, and Harry groaned at the friction between their bodies, but then sighed in disappointment when Draco was gone from his lap. Draco turned him, positioning Harry to that he was straddling the bench, and pushed his shoulders so that he had to brace himself with his arms to stay close to upright and not fall backwards off the end of the bench. “Yes,” Draco said, standing awkwardly over Harry. “I definitely would have needed to do this,” he said as he sank himself onto Harry before leaning back into a similar position on top of his mate.

Harry bucked into that familiar heat. “I would have—mmm—definitely appreciated it.”

The way they were locked together kept them from being able to touch eachother, run hands over skin and muscle, as they loved to do, but the angle was too delicious for Draco to give up. So they rocked together, pushing into eachother with gasps and harsh whines. “I don’t think you’ve ever been thisss deep,” Draco hissed.

“You feel so good, my dragon,” Harry responded. He watched his mate pushing himself onto his cock, pressing down insistently in a quick, jarring rhythm. Draco was beautiful. There could never be a denial of that. He watched Draco’s hard cock bouncing with each thrust, darkening, swelling even more. Precome dripped from the head, a drop rolling down the underside long the pulsing vein. Harry wanted nothing more than to take it into his mouth and swallow, taste his mate. The angle allowed for none of that.

“Ahh!” Draco whines, his thighs tightening along his lover’s sides. “Harry, love,” he let out quietly. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, my dragon,” Harry responded, watching, fascinated as his mate came, the fluid splashing up on to his neck and face. He licked his cheek to taste the fluid he’d been craving. Draco collapsed backwards, his head and shoulders falling off the too short bench. Harry was forced to support his own weight with one arm so that he could grab Draco’s hip to keep him from falling completely.

“Harry,” Draco sighed tiredly, even as Harry continued to rock into his limp form.

“Uh,” Harry grumbled, struggling to maintain his position. He used his grip on Draco’s hip and tugged himself upright, catching Draco’s other hip to help himself stay that way, momentarily pulling himself deeper into his dragon.

“Nnhh!” Draco whined, his cock beginning to stir back to life again.

Harry pushed Draco’s hips away before pulling them tight again, using his lover’s body to jerk himself off. He looked down at Draco, angry red scars running up from where his hands gripped tightly up to a shoulder he couldn’t see as Draco flopped backwards like a rag doll. The necklace he had gifted him with what felt like forever ago slid further and further away from him with each push. “Draco, I need—“ He didn’t even know, but when Draco’s hand gripped his wrist, he pulled Draco upright so that he sat in Harry’s lap properly and moved with his mate.

Draco sunk his hands into Harry’s hair as he nipped and licked at the tender flesh on the side of Harry’s neck, tasting himself there before kissing his lover deeply. Harry had his arms tightly around him, holding them both up, keeping them from tumbling onto the gravel surrounding them, so he snaked his own hand between them, stroking his erection before cupping and massaging his balls.

“Come for me Draco,” Harry moaned. “Come. I want to feel you tighten around me. I want to feel—“

Draco moved his other hand between them, using both hands to stroke himself, making more room to allow for that friction. He saw the emerald eyes, pupils slitted, watching him and knew Harry was close, needing only to know that Draco would not be far behind. Draco stroked himself harder, feeling his balls tighten. “Come for me,” Harry said again. Draco was lost, shaking and groaning as he splashed more come onto his husband’s chest as well as his own. The spastic tightening around his penis milked Harry’s own orgasm from his body.

They stayed like that, shaking and gripping eachother until their breath had returned and the aftershocks were over. Without a word, Harry helped Draco climb awkwardly off of him. “Yes,” Draco said as he pulled on his pants. “That would have been good when we first touched.”

Harry laughed. “Pretty damn good now, too,” he replied. Draco nodded and laughed in agreement and tossed Harry a shirt. Draco finished dressing and turned to his mate who was bent over looking for his own pants beneath the bench.

“Oh, Harry!” he gasped.

“You can have my ass when we get in the house. I need some place a bit more comfortable,” Harry responded without turning and only assuming what the gasp was about. He shook his backside in invitation.

“Yes, a nice, soft feather bed,” Draco agreed, running a hand over his lover’s bum. “You’re all scratched up,” he said sadly.

Harry grabbed his pants and stood, twisting around to see that his butt was indeed scratched and red. “Well, a concrete bench is not the best place to sit when naked, let alone make love on.” Harry pulled on his pants and turned back to his mate.

“Come on, love,” Draco said, taking his hand and leading him back into the house. “Let’s go take care of your ass.”

“In more ways than one, I hope?” Harry teased.

The blond yawned. “Maybe after a nap,” Draco said. Harry almost pouted, but then the fatigue of partying all night caught up and he let out a yawn of his own.



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Just the epilogue left.