Harry Potter and The Charming Prince (BP7)

Spending a few hours away from Draco was something Harry could deal with. They did it sometimes – shopping or whatever it may be, but Harry was not used to Draco going out with old flames, who were potentially dangerous. Okay, so he didn't really think that Nott was too big a danger, but it didn't stop him from feeling nervous all afternoon.

"Oh, stop fidgeting," said Hermione from where she sat on the sofa with a book. "He'll probably be back any minute now."

"I'm not worried about that," Harry lied, making his leg sit still and throwing Hermione an annoyed glance.

She rolled her eyes but didn't protest.

Harry sighed, going back to watching Valen literally bounce off the walls on his tiny broomstick, hitting the protective charms surrounding the room. Harry moved April's cot over with a wave of his hand when Valen came close to hitting it.

Draco stepped out of the Floo, dusting off as he did. He was in a fantastic mood and smiled happily when he heard the sound of Valen's laughter from the sitting room. He walked over and stood in the doorway, watching.

After a moment, Harry went back to bouncing his knees, unable to help it.

Hermione sighed and, without looking up from her book, nodded towards the door.

Harry looked around. "You're back," he said when he saw Draco standing there. His voice was perhaps a little too enthusiastic.

Draco arched an eyebrow. "What? You thought I ran away to Cancun?" he asked as he walked into the room.

"Probably," Hermione said, still not looking up.

Harry rolled his eyes at her. "No, I did not think that," he said, getting to his feet.

Draco raised both eyebrows and studied his husband. "Been driving Hermione around the bend while I was gone?" he asked.

Harry let out a disgruntled huff.

A small smile twitched Hermione's lips. "As you can see," she said, "Ron's already left the room. Perhaps the house."

Draco smirked. "Can I leave the children with you for a bit?" he asked, gesturing to the girl in the cot and the boy careening off the coffee table.

She nodded. "Yes, take him," she said, that little smile still on her face. "He's been absolutely dying without you."

Harry rolled his eyes for a second time, stepping over to Draco.

Draco took his husband's hand and pulled him from the room, hardly waiting until they had cleared the door before pushing him against the hall wall and kissing him.

Harry gasped, closing his eyes. He wondered if it was strange that Draco still gave him butterflies, because his stomach was full of them. He sighed, pulling Draco closer once he'd regained control of his hands.

"Missed me, eh?" Draco whispered, biting his husband's lip.

"Must you ask?" said Harry, feeling the tingle in his tattoo. He released a low throaty moan at the bite.

"Don't suppose I should shag you here?" Draco asked, smiling at his husband's moan.

"I don't know, but you better shag me somewhere," Harry told him, lunging forward for another kiss.

Draco allowed himself to be practically swallowed by his husband. He moaned into his mouth.

Harry threw an arm about Draco's shoulders, tracing his lips with the tip of his tongue before slipping it inside. He moved his hands down to Draco's arse, pulling him forward so that they were pressed completely against one another.

Draco always forgot everything else when Harry was aggressive like this. He moaned and thrust his hips against his lover's hip.

Harry broke the kiss to gasp again, letting his head rest against the wall, his neck arched and pulsing with his rushing blood. He looked at Draco through dark lashes feeling as if his lust for his husband was something alive that radiated from within him.

"Take me, my lion," Draco whispered. "Take me wherever you like and do whatever you want. I am yours."

Harry Apparated with him then and appeared in their room. He immediately reached for Draco's shirt, pulling it off him before removing his own. He used the tip of his tongue over the tendons in Draco's neck, running hands down his back. "I am going to make you come," he whispered, voice as smooth as velvet. "I'm going to make you come so hard you won't be able to think of anything else."

Draco had no doubt about that. And that this possessive streak was a response to his lunch with Theo. He moaned, cock hard already. "Yes, please," he begged.

"I'm going to suck your cock," Harry said voice still very smooth, "and eat your arse, and then fuck you into the mattress. In that order ." He stroked Draco's cock through his trousers while speaking. “And I have a feeling you're going to like it quite a lot." Harry dropped to his knees in front of Draco, tearing at the front of his trousers and then yanking them down. He went for Draco's cock and then stopped abruptly, his mouth falling open in surprise.

On Draco's hip – his left hip – a beautiful lion with golden-coloured fur was blinking back at him. It twitched its tail in disguised excitement as Harry touched it before looking up at Draco, the fluttering feeling of butterflies in his stomach making a full comeback.

Draco laughed at the pole-axed look on his husband's face. "Sorry I was so late getting back," he said, smirking. "Had another appointment."

"You – I didn't know you –" Harry spluttered. He'd been worrying while Draco had been getting a lion tattooed on him.

The lion on Draco's hip rolled, appearing to rub against Harry's hand where it rested against his skin. Draco's cocked twitched.

It brought Harry back to where he was and what they were doing. He grinned. "Feels good, doesn't it?" he said, stroking the lion with a finger.

Draco shivered, knees nearly buckling at the combination of touch and magic that shivered up his spine. He gripped Harry's shoulder with his silver hand and his hair with the other. "Yesss," he managed.

"Lie down," Harry told him, using only the tips of his fingers.

Draco pushed down and then kicked off his trousers and shorts, moving to lie on the bed.

Harry followed after him on hands and knees, very much like the lion depicted on his lover's skin. He got up onto the bed and crawled to Draco until he was in the same position Draco had been in when Harry had come home with the dragon. "Tell me what you feel," he said, breathing over the 'living' ink.

Draco gasped, fingers clutching the bedspread. "The magic of the tattoo ... it responds to your magic," he whispered.'

"So then this must feel very good to you," Harry said in an almost thoughtful tone, still touching the lion with fingertips. He wondered what would happen if he were to push magic into his fingertips.

"Gods, yes," Draco managed, his cock so hard it hurt and he felt like his skin was moving under his lover's hand.

Harry bent his head and kissed the lion, touching it gently with his tongue. He willed it to do as his did, which meant the more sexual the contact, the better it felt. He didn't know if it would work, but he definitely had to try.

"Oh, yes, oh, that's amazing," Draco moaned, toes curling at the sensation.

Harry smiled. "Oh, yes, I know," he said, reaching to trail fingers, loaded with a very gentle Heating Charm, down Draco's chest and stomach in circles. His tongue continued to stroke the lion's mane.

Draco's moan was loud and long, arching his hips up. "Devour me, my lion," he gasped.

"I plan to do just that," Harry whispered against Draco's skin, nipping it as had been done to him. He trailed the magic lower, his warm hand making contact with blond curls at Draco's belly button.

"Oh, please, yes," Draco said, magic making his skin tingle and his cock throb.

"I was right," Harry said, voice deep, between licks and small little bites. He encircled the base of Draco's cock with thumb and forefinger.

"Right?" Draco asked, unable to even think what Harry could be talking about. He arched his hip up, trying to encourage more direct contact.

"This looks incredibly sexy," Harry elaborated, kicking the charm in his hand up a single notch. He sucked Draco's skin into his mouth, laving it with his tongue.

"Ahhh," Draco gasped, bringing one hand up to grasp Harry's hair. "More, please," he begged.

Harry stroked Draco's cock slowly and firmly, releasing the skin in his mouth. "More where?" he asked, licking along the lion's back.

Draco moaned in both pleasure and frustration. "You ... said ... gonna ... fuck me!" he gasped.

"Ah, you want me to fuck you," Harry said in that smooth voice, letting go of the hard flesh in his hand after another stroke. Without bothering to let up on the Heating Charm, he quickly lubed his fingers and nudged Draco's legs open with his elbow. He traced his husband's entrance with those wet fingers. "Oh, Draco, I want to fuck you," he said quietly. "Want to hear you and watch you when I'm buried so fucking deep inside you." He nibbled again at Draco's skin.

Harry said the hottest things in bed. It always drove Draco mad and he loved it. And those wet warm fingers tingling with magic ... Draco was moaning incoherently, spreading his legs wider and trembling.

Harry pushed a single finger inside his husband, moaning softly with him. "Mmm, and then I'm going to come inside you. Fuck, do you know how much I love that?" His mouth vibrated Draco's skin. "Coming inside you, knowing that it's in you, watching it run down your legs. Fuck." He worked another finger in.

Draco swore if he got any more turned on that his brain would melt. He moaned and arched up onto Harry's fingers. "Yes, fill me," Draco moaned. "Fill me so hard and so much it spills out of me."

"Fuck, yes," Harry whispered, letting the last finger slip inside. He pumped the three, extremely turned on himself. He removed the rest of his clothes with magic, as the trousers had been getting very uncomfortable. "God, and I want to watch you shoot it out," he continued. "I want it on you and me. Fuck, I want you."

"Now, please now,” Draco begged, pulling on Harry's hair. The lion image on his hip was writhing and batting at Harry's hands.

Harry withdrew his fingers, raising himself up to get situated between those open, pale, long limbs. Fucking hell, that glistening entrance was so unbelievably inviting, so completely asking for it. He grasped his own cock and pressed forward until he was sure he could get it in with another push, then he lowered himself over his husband, not yet touching completely yet. "I can already feel it," he gasped. "They're not even touching yet and I can already feel it." He was referring to the tattoos. His own was filled with a renewed tingling, and unless he was imagining things in his lust-crazed mind, the dragon was trying to get to the lion below it, just out of reach.

"Oh, Gods," Draco said, glancing down between their bodies. He could feel the magic of the tattoo and would have sworn in that moment he felt fur caressing his hip and cock as it moved against him. "Yes, please, fuck me, fill me," he begged.

Harry lowered his body completely, moaning loudly at the burst of sensation when the tattoos touched and as he slid inside his husband.

Draco threw his head back with a groan a his husband's cock filled him, magic roaring over him and their skin feeling like it was moving against the other. He felt the claws and scales and fur as the magical images entangled themselves with each other.

Harry's head spun with pleasure. He pressed himself so completely against Draco there wasn't a bit of space between them. Only so much skin, so much hot skin, all together, so convincingly entwined at their hips. "Draco," Harry moaned, moving inside him and on him, his mouth open against his neck.

"Yes, yours, my lion, take me," Draco growled, wrapping his legs around Harry's hips.

Harry was panting, his breath coming in sharp intakes every time he slid in again. Draco's growl sent new pleasure though Harry, the grip of his legs maddening in its perfection. "Oh fuck, Draco, yes," he gasped. "Fuck, Draco, oh, yeah, yes." He couldn't stop voicing the pleasure of it.

Draco grabbed hold of Harry's hair with both hands, pulling and kneading as he arched up into the man's thrusts. "Harry, yes, fuck me, fill me," he growled again, his skin felt on fire from Harry's touch. Magic that swirled around the area where his cock was pressed between their bodies. "Take me, claim me, fill me," he growled.

Harry was utterly drowning in the act of fucking Draco. He felt his body so in tune with his husband's it was like he could read what Draco wanted without him having to actually ask. Of course, he didn't know if it was really like that, but he could swear he could feel it. He sped up, his thrusts more powerful, deeper.

Harry didn't just fuck his body, he fucked him inside and out. Touch fueled magic which moved over and around them, making Draco writhe with the intensity. For Draco, this was paradise. He would have happily lay there in Harry's arms without the added power. With it, was rapture.

Harry cried out with each thrust, gasped as he pulled back, and then cried out again as his cock filled his husband. The warmth of Draco's body was unlike anything else, and the new feeling of being inside him in more than one way was almost too much to put into words. No – it was too much to put into words. Harry would never be able to describe sex like this to anyone, and only Draco would understand it. It thrilled Harry, spurring him on until he was right on the edge, tempted to stop for a moment so that it would last longer, but he knew that was virtually impossible right then.

"P-please," Draco begged and moaned, clutching Harry hard as his body trembled on the verge of orgasm.

Harry toppled over that edge, plunging into the feeling that scorched his body. "Draco!" he shouted at the top of his voice, stilling before he thrust wildly, coming inside Draco as he had so wanted to do. "Draco, Draco, Draco, Draco," he said with each spastic movement of his hips.

Draco's face contained that burst of pain and pleasure so profound it couldn't be put into words. The magic that roared inside him felt scalding hot and he cried out, responding to Harry by calling his name in return.

Harry buried his face into the space where Draco's neck met his shoulders, still breathing in gasps. He pressed his lips against the skin in front of them, his heart thudding madly, his body still weak with sensation.

"Yes, that was fantastic," Draco sighed, petting Harry's hair with his hand and holding him tight with the silver one. "I guess you forgive me for being late?"

Harry smiled. "You're entirely forgiven," he said breathlessly, lifting his head.

"Good," Draco said, gently pushing a strand of black hair off Harry's face and kissing his chin.

"How was it then?" Harry asked after few seconds. He didn't really want to move away from Draco, as his hip was still tingling pleasantly where it touched his husband's.

Draco continued to play with Harry's hair, smiling softly. "It was nice to see him," he answered. "He is doing well. Has a job at the Ministry."

"Really?" said Harry. "That's nice. It went well then." He had made up his mind that he was going to try his very hardest to tolerate Theo Nott and prove to Draco that he was not a control freak.

"Yes," Draco answered, knowing how difficult this was for his husband. He could still read Harry so well. "So, I was thinking it would be nice to chat with him again."

"Well," said Harry, "there's nothing stopping you. I'm glad it turned out all right. I don't ... want you to have to give up friends for me."

"Actually," Draco said, hesitating, "I was hoping you would try to get to know him too."

Harry stared at Draco for a moment. "I'm not saying that I won't," he said slowly, "but why? Does he want to get to know me?"

"He is my friend," Draco said. "How can I have anyone in my life who doesn't know you?"

Harry shrugged and then sighed. "All right," he said. "I suppose I can agree to try it out."

Draco smiled, and kissed him gently. "You might actually find you like him," he whispered.

Harry doubted that, but didn't say it aloud. "Maybe," he said with a small smile at his husband.

Draco shifted, sore and sticky but very content. He sighed and closed his eyes, fingers still carding Harry's hair.