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The Dracken Prince	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 12519 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 19
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the universe, or anything you recognize here. My take on Drackens should be unique, but it is also a borrowed concept. I make no money from this, and do not endorse anything you may see herein.

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Harry slunk out of his room, blushing.

It shouldn’t be this awkward. Severus knew what was going to happen, had agreed to it, and would look the other way for them.

And yet, Harry didn’t want to face him.

Still, he used his new senses to sniff out the scent of potions and herbs and let his nose lead him to the family dining room.

“I see you decided to join me. You could have gone to the other room and called your mate over early to share breakfast with him.” Severus said evenly.

Harry felt his face heat further. “He’s coming over at ten. I wanted to talk to you first.” He snapped his fingers and requested his breakfast from Tissy. She was the only elf that was allowed near him from now on, and all the others knew it.

Severus’ brow quirked. “Oh? About?”

“Dracken bonding. How much of those books have you read?” Harry asked.

Severus scoffed. “All of them, for all the good it will do a regular Wizard. As for recently, all but Merlin’s. No one has touched those in the last year but you. I told you, they are yours now.”

Harry smiled. “I appreciate that, some of the things they reveal are rather private and I don’t want you dwelling on the signs of me breeding, for instance—”

“Which will not be happening yet!” Severus snarled.

Harry’s face turned green and scaled and he growled, voice rumbling with the sounds of his inheritance. “I will have children when I choose, not you!” He snarled back.

Severus gritted his teeth and glared for long moments. Then, he sighed and nodded once. “Fine. But you will tell me first when you feel like sharing with anyone but your mate.” He said firmly.

Harry nodded, face going back to normal by degrees as he calmed. “I can agree to that; I had planned to, anyway. You, Sirius and Remus will be the grandparents, you all deserve to know first. But as for what I wanted to discuss with you, you are aware that I will, er, roar when the bond takes?” He checked, flushing fiercely.

Severus groaned and his head hit the table with a ‘thump.’ “Yes.” He muttered.

Harry felt his face flame. “And you are aware that the silencing charm might fail when I do so?” He added in a small, embarrassed voice.

“I know, but I am trying to put it from my mind, thank you very much for reminding me!” Severus snapped.

“Hey, guess who is going to be more embarrassed at having their Dad hear their first time coming inside their mate?!” Harry asked peevishly.

Severus raised his head, smirking. “You have a point there. I suppose I will survive.”

“And never mention it.” Harry added firmly.

“Harrison, it’s natural—”

“And my instincts will go haywire if you mention hearing something so intimate. It will be worse if you insinuate that you heard my mate. It will strain our relationship, which is already going to be rocky with my new Draconic mindset, so please, do this for me.” He requested. “New Drackens have killed people over this. Merlin did, at least.”

Severus hummed and nodded. “I had forgotten about that. I will do my best. For you, not for him. I don’t want you to commit patricide and have to live with that guilt.” He said.

“Good, because neither do I.” Harry said, relieved. “Also, I need a pain potion and an abrasion cream. Enough cream for multiple uses, please. The pain potion I can brew myself or ask for another for my first time, but I want this to be as easy on my mate as possible. If I can ease the pain I cause, my Dracken will feel much better about it.” He said.

Severus nodded again. “My bathroom, brown vial on the second shelf up—there are two, you may have both—and the cream is in my bedside table drawer. It is half-full; it should supply four applications. Try not to use them all today, please.” He added.

Harry grinned. “Trust me, I will brew it myself, you will never know when it runs out. And we won’t be shut away all day having marathon sex, Dad. We have to surface at least once for food, if nothing else.” He promised.

Severus sighed. “Good. Whatever it takes for me to pretend my son is still a virgin.”

“Of course, Dad, we’re planning to paint.” He said evenly.

Severus snorted. “You are not that artistic.” He denied.

“Just pretend.” Harry whispered and turned his attention to his food.

Severus sighed in relief, realizing that the awkward conversation was over.

He finished his meal quickly and headed downstairs, as far from the bedrooms as he could get.

*****

Harry fidgeted, waiting for Tom to come through. He could tell through the partial bond they shared that the man was excited, but he was probably broadcasting, and Harry was likely doing the same.

The man stepped from the fireplace and Harry grinned, walking up to him and wrapping his arms around him, kissing him.

Tom hummed into the kiss, returning it with fervour.

Harry broke it and took a deep breath. “Ready?” He asked.

Tom sighed. “As I’ll ever be. Do we have to face your father?” He asked.

Harry shook his head. “He’s Warded himself in the library, behind a few layers of silencing charms. Hopefully they will hold, but if they don’t, he’s promised to never bring it up. Dracken bonding has been known to blow them right down.” He said.

Tom grimaced. “Lovely.”

“Come on, my room. Don’t dwell on it.” Harry took his hand and led him up the stairs.

They got to Harry’s room and Harry opened the door.

The bed was turned down, peppermint rose petals strewn across the expanse, and there were two vials sitting beside the bed; a pain potion and a cream for muscle soreness and minor abrading. Both meant for Tom, obviously, and the man blushed, though he was warmed by the consideration Harry showed.

“I hope it’s not too girly.” Harry said, flushing.

Tom smiled. “It’s wonderful, darling. Thank you. This will be extra special.”

Harry returned the smile. “Come on. I’ve been thinking about nothing but this for the last week. There’s so much I want to do.” He said softly, leading Tom in and closing the door behind them.

Tom smirked. “Oh, what do you want to do to me?” He purred.

Harry reached for his buttons. “Most of the things I want to do require you to be in considerably less clothing.” He said, undressing him and kissing every inch of skin that was bared.

Tom hummed. “I should be doing this for you.” He complained.

“You can later.” Harry promised. “Next time.”

Tom moaned softly as Harry got to his nipples, sucking on each until it pebbled in his mouth, then giving it a sharp nip before soothing it with long swipes of his tongue. Once both were hard little peaks, he moved downward.

Tom swallowed as his shirt was pushed off to pool on the floor at his feet and Harry knelt before him.

“Shoes.” Harry instructed, tapping on his ankle.

Tom toed off his shoes and sat on the bed at Harry’s wordless urging.

Harry removed his socks and tucked them inside his shoes, then slid his hands up the trouser-clad legs until he got to the clasps. “I’m going to taste you.” He whispered, undoing the clasps as he spoke and smirking when Tom’s erection gave an encouraging pulse.

“By all means, I adore your mouth.” Tom told him.

“You are not to come.” Harry said firmly.

Tom huffed out a laugh. “I shall endeavour not to.” He said as he lifted his hips for Harry to pull down his trousers and pants in one go.

Harry was certainly displaying all the trademarks of a Dracken. There was a commanding air about him, there was power-play at work—Tom naked, while Harry sat at his feet, still completely clothed—and he exuded a subtle sexual pull that would attract many, but could easily be written off as charm and magnetism, rather than the sex appeal Tom could see it as.

Harry’s mouth descended on him then, cutting off rational thought, and Tom bucked into the wet heat. Harry growled around him warningly, hands coming up to hold his hips in place so he could pay full attention to his task, rather than making sure his mate did not suffocate him.

Tom gasped and sunk his hands into Harry’s hair, guiding him gently, not forcing him down, but urging him each time to take just a little more, go just a little farther.

His moans were music to Harry’s ears, but his Dracken couldn’t abide the dominance Tom was showing this first time. The first time was his show.

Harry’s teeth closed over him in warning, and Tom stopped helping him move, instead just holding his head as it moved along him, massaging Harry’s scalp in approval.

Harry pulled off and looked up at the man. “I lead this time. You are here to prove you can accede to me when you must. I will need that from my mate. Show me that you can be mine as much as I will be yours.” He said firmly.

Tom sighed. “Very well.” He said.

Harry stood and guided him to lay fully on the bed, against the pillows, and stood back, undressing under Tom’s hungry gaze. He slowly drew his clothes off, dropping each item and watching Tom’s gaze darken, his eyes firing with lust. All for him.

He stopped when he was naked, standing there, unabashed, hard, and watched Tom watching him.

Tom smiled when he realized what Harry was doing. He was displaying for his mate. Dragons, and Drackens by extension, didn’t preen or dance for their mates. They just stood there, in all their glory, and expected their mate to be so awed by their majesty that no further coercion or display would be necessary.

And Harry was quite majestic like this.

Gone was the shy teen that had once stood before Tom, naked and wanting, but unsure of his welcome, and more, unsure of his charms.

This Harry had truly come into his own in the intervening months since then.

He knew he was desirable, knew how much Tom wanted him, and was prepared to make Tom ask for him, rather than him begging for Tom to touch him.

My, how the tables had turned!

“Harry, love, I’m ready. Don’t make me beg.” Tom said, holding out his arms. “Come to me? Love me?”

Harry smiled and walked up to the bed, crawling over Tom and kissing him. “Are you really ready?” He asked, from his place braced atop his lover. “Because once I have you, there’s no going back. The bond is eternal. You won’t even be able to escape me in the next life.” He warned.

Tom chuckled. “Who ever said I wanted to escape you, Harrison? I’m yours already. I put all the effort into learning you, loving you. I waited for you. I want you forever. I will always be yours.” He promised.

“Good.” Harry said, leaning down and claiming his mouth.

Tom was so absorbed in the kiss that he jerked when an oiled finger traced over his entrance. He froze, and Harry bit at his lip as he stopped kissing back.

“Focus, love.” Harry told him. “Kiss me. It will make it better if you’re not paying attention while I figure out how to find what I’m looking for. Just let it happen, and pay attention to my mouth until I make it impossible to do so.” He urged.

Tom sighed and began kissing back, trying to ignore the finger working its way into him.

The feeling was foreign, and strange, but he pushed it aside and concentrated on kissing Harry until Harry found the spot he was looking for and began massaging it, effectively distracting Tom.

Harry smiled and added a second finger, by turns concentrating on stimulating that little gland and stretching his lover open. The play of wonder and pleasure on Tom’s face made all the studying he’d done over the past week, as well as the discussion with his father, worth it.

Soon enough, Harry was working three fingers in and out of Tom, and Tom was eagerly pushing back against them.

He stopped and pulled them out, then slicked himself. “Moment of truth, Tom. How do you want this? Face-to-face? On your belly? You need to choose now, or I will do it for you.” Harry said.

“I want to see you.” Tom said. “I want to look into your eyes as you take me.” He added.

Harry smiled widely. “Good choice. I do so love looking at you, after all. Knowing you’re feeling all this for the first time.”

Tom smirked. “I’m going to enjoy the same when it’s you under me.” He told the Dracken.

Harry chuckled. “Let’s focus on this time, for now.” He advised, and cast a contraceptive charm. “Just in case.” He told the man.

Tom snorted. “A wise decision, with how much I care for you. I might just want a child enough to get one from this, and you’re not ready for that.”

Harry shook his head. “No, I’m not. And Dad would castrate… Probably you, rather than me, even though it would be more my fault. But he’s more inclined to like me.”

“You’re probably right.” Tom agreed.

Harry positioned himself and locked his eyes onto Tom. “Here we go.” He whispered, and slid home.

Tom gasped and his fingernails bit into Harry’s back.

Harry gritted his teeth and let the hands holding onto Tom’s hips tighten. He needed grounding. He’d never felt anything quite so intense!

Tom’s body was hot, his muscles gripping him like a vise, holding to him so tightly, he feared he’d lose all composure if he moved.

Luckily, it seemed Tom needed a moment, too. He was gasping and trembling beneath him, gripping his shoulders and biting his lip.

“Are you okay?” Harry asked after a few moments.

Tom nodded. “I am, yes. It’s just… I’m not sure whether it’s good or bad.” He said, mildly bemused.

Harry chuckled and drew out a bit. “Shall we find out?” He asked.

Tom let out a breath and nodded, holding tightly to him.

Harry began moving slowly, watching Tom, and the man’s breath hitched. “Oh!” He said in surprise, then closed his eyes. “Oh, that’s good!”

Harry smiled. “It’s supposed to be, you know.” He teased the man, licking the shell of his ear.

“I’ve made sure it wasn’t in the past.” Tom retorted.

“Well, you won’t be doing that with me.” Harry said firmly.

“Never.” Tom agreed, then his legs wrapped around Harry’s waist. “Faster?”

Harry reached down to touch him and began to stroke him, speeding up to match the pace of his hand. He could feel release coming, and knew how to bring it on, but he wanted Tom delirious by then.

He watched the man turn pinker and pinker as he moved, felt him pulsing in his hand, and decided it was now or never.

He leaned down, licked a stripe up the side of Tom’s neck and felt the man move his head to the side in invitation.

And he bit.

Tom wailed, coming and clamping down on Harry, and Harry threw his head back and let out an almighty roar, the Dracken coming through loud and clear, gripping tightly to Tom’s hips as the bond sprang into being, setting him off and nearly bowling him over with its intensity.

‘Wow.’ Came Tom’s tired and dazed mental voice through the new bond.

‘I’ll say.’ Harry tiredly agreed. ‘Well, the books were right. I brought down the silencing charm.’ He told Tom.

Tom chuckled. ‘Let’s hope your father’s held.’ He said.

They had not.

But neither of them would ever find out.
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