Blemished Skin

Just an idea really...

Draco's POV yeh?


Blemished Skin


We had been together since Ginny and Pansy had. Kind of. Ginny and Harry, Me and Pansy - that's how things were supposed to happen. We had to grow up, out of childish rivalery and dead end prophecies - into adults. I wanted an heir, he wanted a family. Our wives, however wanted eachother. Al and Scorpius had become friends, so through mine and Harry's refusal to see eachother let alone talk - our better halves had met up and chatted while the boys played. But the next year, when our sons were going into second year - our wives dropped off Scorpius and Harry and I dropped off Al.


The boys are in seventh year now. Al is head boy, Scorpius is a prefect. James is training with Bill in Ejypt with Victiore and Teddy. Lily is in fifth year, and much to Harry's delight fighting boys away with a stick.


We have our family. It's fucked up - but it's ours.


We love eachother, and yet when I go to touch him he still flinches... still thinks I might turn away from him for what I was before. Choose the Malfoy name over him. Not that the Malfoy Name means much anymore. Two or more deatheaters in a family and your socially unexeptable. I haven't seen him naked since... I haven't seen him naked.


"Are you alright love?" He asks he, bright green eyes slightly deadened by my pensive features.

"Wha...Why don't you let me see you naked?" I blurt out, feeling more Gryffindor than I have the right to.

"We've had this conversation..."

"No, I have - you haven't." I argue.

"Do you want to?" He says, all vitality gone from his features, more guilt in me then I care to recognise.

"Have the conversation-"

"No! See me...naked" He almost whispers.

"Yes, if I'm honest. I want to love all of you - this means me being able to love all of you." I feel my Malfoy drawl coming back, supressing the need to fight him for this."

He puts out his hand and takes me up the stairs, Sirius's portrait tries to ask him what's wrong but he doesn't answer. He doesn't even flinch at the voice - he keeps going until we get to our bedroom door. He walks with static gestures into the room but pulls a peice of ribbon that Lily had left in there and sits me in a chair. Wrapping the peice of ribbon round my eyes and tells me;


"Stay still."


His breathing is raagged and I can hear the fabric of his old blue t-shirt moving against his chest and onto the floor. He muffled foot steps against the carpet carry him to me and he stands me up pushing my hands against his chest. A small lump in my throat forms when I feel every scar on his stomach, the irreversable signs of crucatious curse. He then pulls my hands up to his shoulder, the rough skin of our binding tatoo high on his back make me smile softly - that was the last time I saw him topless.


"Beautiful...so-"


"Hush love." He says kissing the palms of my hands sitting me back down again.


His breathing is less ragid and deeper as he pushes the draw string of his pajama trousers away from him and the soft ruffle of the fabric hitting the loor excites me. He is naked now. He takes more time to get to me this time. Pausing as his nerves catch up with him. He sighs, a sigh that worries me... that makes me think I have pushed him too far.


"We don't have to go any further then this Lion, I can keep the blind fold on - you can put your bottoms back on. I don't want to hurt you, I don't want to scare you..." I'm babbling now and by the end of my rant he infront of me; the bottom of his thigh resting against my knee.


"Shhhh love, give me time - don't give up on me just yet. Gryffindor remember?" He says, his affection in his voice not masking his panic very well. Before I can reply his hands are on mine again, the soft skin - no hair. I gasp realising why, a large swipe of glassed overly smooth skin accross one leg. Nagini's bite was obvious, cold to touch and sensitive.


But his hands are moving now, towards his arousal. First his hand and mine cup his heavy balls I hear a moan and its' not his. The chuckle soon after is though. His hands slowly tuggs on his own balls then glides my hand over his hardness gripping our hands softly around his shaft.


His other hand is in my hair, tugging it towards his hot purple head and I groan before pushing softly but quick til his slit is touching my throat. He moans this time. I swipe my toungue accross the head when pulling back up and repeat the motion twice. Bobbing my head on his cock is one of my favourite things to do to this man. He makes noises that should be ileagal. He's about to cum, I can feel the pulse in my mouth. He unties the blind-fild but I keep my eyes closed. I know what will get him over the edge, I've known since the soft himpers turned into whispers of my name but the ribbon had to come off - because it changed everything. I pull gently on his balls find that vien near his prostate and he gone. His slick relief lieing in my mouth, I swallow and stay where I am - eyes closed.


"Stand up Draco," he says smoothly.

I do slowly keeping my eyes closed until his fingers softly pull my eyes open. I re-adjust to the light as a blush fall accross his sated face. I look down, he's too thin, he has scars all over his body. The scars of a hero, but I doubt he see's it that way. I smile, I haven't felt this loved, this happy since we realised our fate together.

"Beautiful, " I kiss his neck. "Gorgeous," dehind his ear. "So damn fucking sexy, " and I'm fisting myself.


He gasps and lays down on the bed, I follow him, my har heavy rousal trapped in my hand. I keep my eyes open, showing him how much him like this turns me on, and just for good measure:


"You turn me on."

"You sound like a teenager."

"Shut up, sit there and Ohooh merrlin look beautiful."

He smiles and I moan. I can;t help but move closer. So close that when I cum, it's gunna be on him, and as if on cue."

"Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuuuuuuucccckkk, I LOVE YOU HARRY!" I have never been more mortified. I sound like a girl, I'm nearly sobbing and I was only sodding wanking.

He licks my neck, and all thoughts of pride are gone.

"I love you too, Draco." He sighs happily.

"You really are beautiful... I didn't say that in the heat of the moment and it wasn't because you had done this for me. You are the most spectac-" He kisses me again and I smile into the kiss and I know he believes me.

We can't be too long in bed, but cuddling really wasn't our style. Smothering with limbs was though so until Lily came back from Pansy and Ginny's we were there; a dirty, sweaty well sated heap.

End.

I didn't mean for Draco to sound so soft but he suited it.
Vunerable Draco is my favourite.
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