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The Rise of the Drackens: The Scaled Bits	By : StarLightMassacre Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 169456 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 21
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His Voice - Harry and Max

Harry kissed Braiden’s little cheek as he handed him off to Blaise, who was again being a very possessive Daddy and hissing when any one tried to get near a three day old Braiden.

Nasta had had a house visit from one of his fellow Dragon handlers, who had given him the biggest stack of parchment Harry had ever seen. Nasta had sighed and sat down at the kitchen table to do his paperwork for the Welsh Dragon Reserve. Draco had gone home to visit his parents for the morning, which left Harry and Max to spend some quality time together.

Harry had dragged Max into the living room, shoved him onto the settee and pushed the book they were reading together into his hands before snuggling into his biggest mate’s side and settling down to listen to Max reading.

Harry loved Max’s reading voice. Harry loved how Max used different tones and inflected feeling and emotion using his voice. He adored being snuggled into Max’s side, resting against him. His head raising and falling with each one of Max’s strong, deep breaths, feeling safe and happy with a large arm wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him tighter into Max’s body.

He couldn’t say what the book was even about, he forgot the words as soon as he heard them as they went in one ear and out the other, he just loved watching Max’s mouth move as he spoke, his soothing voice as he read aloud, his body raising and falling slowly and evenly. It lulled him into a peaceful place and it was no wonder that he always fell asleep on Max’s chest.

Harry blinked open his eyes and listened as the soft sleeping noises came to his ears. He had fallen asleep on Max again and it seemed that Max had fallen asleep with him. Nasta was in the room, his legs tucked up under his body as he rested his head on his hand and his elbow on the arm of the settee he was sat on.

“You finished your paperwork?” Harry asked, his voice sleep roughened.

Nasta just nodded.

“Why don’t you go to bed, you look knackered.” Harry coached.

“I was debating on carrying you and then Max to bed first.” Nasta replied quietly.

“You’ll never get Max up the stairs.” Harry said with a smile. “Not unless you carry him lengthways down your body and he’s too tall for that.”

“Hence my dilemma.”

“Just leave us here, we’ll be up later.” Harry said. “It won’t hurt us to sleep on the settee for a little while longer.”

Nasta smiled and eased himself up. He kissed him before kissing Max and heading up the stairs to bed. Harry pillowed himself back on Max and wondered what the time was if Nasta was going to bed. Harry played with the skin on Max’s hip, pushing his fingers under the shirt he was wearing to feel and caress Max. His mate made a soft sound and turned around, still asleep.

Harry grinned as he saw the outline of Max pressed against the front of his jeans, hard and ready. He stroked soft fingertips over the bulge and Max groaned deeply in his sleep and his hips canted towards Harry’s hand unconsciously.

Harry continued to stroke, undoing Max’s jeans carefully so that he didn’t wake him up and parting the fabric.

Harry touched softly and carefully, never exerting too much pressure and soon Max was moving his hips slowly into his hand, his face contorting into confusion as sleep slipped away from him as his pleasure grew.

Harry slipped his hand gently under the elasticated waistband of Max’s boxers and touched burning skin, stroking more firmly and adding a slight pressure, squeezing solid flesh under silky skin, caressing the head of Max gently as soft noises slipped from that strong throat.

Blue, blue eyes snapped open and Max grunted as his orgasm took over him and his boxer shorts soaked up his release. Harry caressed the last few drops of liquid from Max before removing his covered hand and grinned as Max looked at him through wide, lust blown eyes.

“You little demon.” Max growled as he threw his head over the back of the settee, relearning how to breathe.

“You enjoyed it and I still am.” Harry teased as he waited for Max to look at him curiously before licking at the white liquid that was clinging to the tips of his fingers.

“Oh hell.” Max cursed as he ripped Harry forward and onto his lap, smashing their mouths together in a violent kiss full of teeth and tongue.

Harry felt the hardness under his groin and he rolled his hips into it and Max groaned deeply, pushing back against him.

“We can’t do this, you’ve only just had Braiden, you’re not ready.” Max protested weakly.

Harry took Max’s hand and pressed it against himself. “I think I am ready love. My body says it’s ready for you, I want you, I’m ready for you. Please Max. The others don’t have to know, they’re all asleep in bed.”

“They’ll find out.” Max hissed gruffly, his mouth protesting, but his hands and body encouraging by caressing and stroking him, stripping off Harry’s shirt and unbuttoning his trousers.

“Let them. I’ll tell them I seduced you.”

That made Max laugh and he relented, kissing Harry ferociously. Hands tore at clothes and buttons until Harry broke apart a kiss for some air and he realised he and Max were naked and hard and pressed against one another intimately.

“I want you so badly.” Harry gasped.

“I want you just as badly.” Max growled, bucked into his stomach.

“You can have me!” Harry groaned, pushing his hips forward into Max.

Max made a primal, deep noise and clenched Harry’s bum cheeks hard, squeezing them as he lifted Harry up before penetrating him with no more than a palm full of his own saliva.

It made him burn, turned his blood hot and the angle arched his back until his belly was touching Max’s, but his shoulders were facing the ceiling, one large hand supporting his spine as the other one cradled his head as Max pushed into him slowly and gently, but picking up pace and making Harry’s whole body twitch and convulse as he rolled his hips to fuck himself on Max, who unbent his spine and pulled him forward into a kiss that broke his bottom lip, the blood between them pulling a small mew from Harry’s throat as he listened to Max’s voice rumbling deep in his throat with every thrust.

“Oh…oh!” Harry exclaimed as he felt the all too familiar burn in his abdomen. “Max! Max! Maxie please! Please Max! Please…please…MAX!”

Harry screamed Max’s name for the whole house to hear, had they not had silencing charms already in place, until he thought his throat would tear as his body quivered and convulsed with the force of his orgasm, making small, odd noises as Max’s orgasm hit him and a white wash of fluid filled him as Max roared and almost crushed him into his body as his solid muscles tensed and tautened until he was like warm stone.

Harry stayed curled up as the afterglow brought a smile to his face and a pleasant ache deep in his body. He loved sex with his mates, no matter if they were fucking or making love, somewhere in between or just in a complete mess together.

He loved Max’s voice after sex, as his biggest mate asking him if he was alright in such a deep, gruff voice, Harry almost went hard again. Almost.

Harry just loved Max, like he loved all of his mates, but they all had their qualities and flaws, they all had their quirks and Harry loved them for it, as he hoped they loved him for his habits and flaws, but the one thing he absolutely adored about Max, was that damned voice. No matter if it was sleep roughened, sex gruffened, deep with anger, light with laughter, teasingly sweet or furious with fear, Harry loved Max’s voice and as he yawned and snuggled up to that massive chest, listening as Max breathed deeply with exertion and continuously rumbled with encouragement and teasing reassurance that everything would be alright and that Harry would get the feeling back in his legs soon enough, Harry couldn’t think of a sweeter memory of him and Max together, except for that one time down by the lake, when Max had snogged him even though he had just been sick, that memory definitely came in as a close second, but so far, nothing beat this memory for him as he yawned again and let Max cast a cleansing charm on them, before carrying him up to the bed to snuggle in with the other three.

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