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Bonded Consort	By : Lomonaaeren Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 33015 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter Twenty-Two—Resting Time
As they came out of the whirl of Apparition, Harry staggered, and Draco seized his shoulder. Harry turned his head and saw the look in his eyes, savage, triumphant, as if all the opposition he had offered to Dumbledore, everything important he was, had caught on fire.
Harry swallowed, but the motion wasn’t one of fear. He reached out and laid a hand on Draco’s chest. Draco held still to let him feel his heartbeat.
“All right?” Harry asked, and Draco made a soft sound and reached for him.
Harry leaned hard against his chest, closing his eyes. Draco’s arms wrapped around him again, the way they had during the Apparition, but relaxing more the longer they stood there. Harry found himself holding his breath without knowing why. The dangerous moment was past. Surely he should relax as much as Draco.
Then Draco’s hands started wandering.
Harry’s breath released, then caught in his throat again. He tipped his head back and further back, and his throat ached with a sweetness that was like exhaustion when he finally got to go to bed. Draco’s hands sculpted Harry’s cheeks, his hair, his throat, like he was bringing Harry out of stone into the light.
“What is this?” Harry asked, when he managed to remember that such things as words existed in the world again.
“You know it by the same name as I do,” Draco whispered back, his words tumbling against Harry’s earlobe as if they held weight. “A name that neither of us need to speak.” He touched Harry’s bonding bracelet then, sending it spinning delicately around Harry’s wrist. There was nothing to make it ring, but Harry thought he heard a faint chime anyway. “Something that’s been a long time coming.”
“That’s true enough.” And Harry leaned forwards and surrendered with his own open-mouthed kiss.
Draco never sped up, even as he stood there and allowed Harry to kiss him as fast as he wanted, until they were both shivering and gasping. Then he started steering Harry with utter calmness towards the bedroom. Harry was as cooperative as he could be, but he was walking backwards most of the time, and it wasn’t a surprise when his back slammed into a wall and he grunted.
“We can do it,” Draco said, which didn’t make much sense to Harry, but then, by the light in Draco’s eyes, nothing much needed to make sense right now. “I can do what I want…” His words trailed off, and he dropped to his knees in front of Harry.
Harry shuddered and shoved his hips forwards so hard that he was afraid Draco would laugh. But Draco showed no inclination to laugh. He was stroking Harry’s hips instead, one thumb feeling the bone, his gaze on Harry’s face, a joyful smile on his mouth.
“If you don’t do something soon,” Harry said, through the dried spit in his mouth, “then I’m going to have to bend down and do it myself.”
Draco did laugh then, but Harry could never have mistaken it for malicious even if he had still been a Potter. He pulled Harry’s robes open and touched Harry’s cock, rolling it gently, and rubbed his mouth over it.
“Tease.”
“I mean what I suck,” Draco said, so haughty it was ridiculous, and fastened his mouth around Harry.
It was better than before, the thick rush of wetness around Harry’s shaft, the way Draco’s hands remained rubbing on his hips, and the way his tongue curled and lashed. Harry was grateful for the wall behind him. As it was, his legs were splayed wide enough that he whimpered from the pain, but he couldn’t bring himself to close them or stop thrusting.
“Look at you,” Draco said, his voice husky as he pulled back. His hand kept working, and so Harry didn’t realize for a second that his mouth was gone. He let his eyes open slowly, and Draco muttered something he couldn’t hear, his hand pausing. “With my bonding bracelet on your wrist, and that shine I gave you in your eyes…”
Harry reached down and grabbed for Draco’s chin. He ended up putting a finger on his lips. Draco promptly sucked at it, his eyes deepening.
“Please.”
Draco nodded. “You’re absolutely right. I’ve made you suffer long enough. Wait long enough. And myself, too.” He drew his wand, cast a Lightening Charm on Harry, and abruptly scooped him up in his arms and carried him into the bedroom. Harry clung to his neck, laughing for a second and then groaning as Draco tossed him on the bed.
“What is it?” Draco asked, pausing with his wand in his hand as if he thought he would need to cast another spell. Harry couldn’t imagine what they would need now that they were here.
“I don’t like you being so far away.”
Draco’s eyes darkened again, until Harry could hardly see into them at all, and then he cast a spell that made their robes flicker away and vanish. Harry stared at him, lips slightly parted, as Draco flung himself down next to Harry and reached out to kiss him.
“Now we’re closer together quicker.”
Harry lost any thought of objections he might have made—not that he had a very clear idea of what they would have been—as Draco kissed him again. His tongue was licking Harry’s the way he’d licked Harry’s cock earlier, but it wasn’t quite as good. Harry pulled him in further and wrapped his legs around Draco’s waist, bringing their cocks together.
“Yes.”
*
Draco knew one of them said that aloud, but he didn’t know which one. Honestly, it didn’t matter which one.
He and Harry were together now, and they had really waited long enough, if Harry was ready for it.
Draco tried to find out, but every time he would have pulled his head away to ask the question, Harry kissed him again. His hands were almost desperate, and everywhere, curving around the edges of Draco’s muscles, scraping him with teasing nails, making Draco gasp and grunt his way through it. Harry wriggled down towards Draco’s groin then, a shine in his eyes that told Draco exactly what he intended to do.
“No.”
“Really, no?” Harry asked, and stuck his tongue out so that it flickered over the edge of his lip.
Draco almost gave in, but he gasped the words that he thought would stop Harry instead. Nothing else stood much of a chance of stopping Harry. “Can’t come inside your arse if I’ve done it in your mouth.”
Harry tensed for a second, and Draco thought, Oh, fuck, he’s not ready the way I thought he was—
But instead Harry scrambled up his body and the bed to kiss him again, and panted into his mouth, “An excellent point.” And he reached down and took Draco’s wand away so smoothly Draco didn’t realize what he’d done until he’d done it, and aimed it at his own arse, and murmured a quick Lubrication Charm.
Draco gaped. Harry laughed. “You were the one who told me that my magic must be remarkable,” he said, and then wriggled and shook his head. “That tickles.”
"I just didn't know you knew the charm," Draco muttered, and thought he sounded silly. But he had been so surprised, his hands still shook as he reached out and spread his fingers over Harry's loose and sticky entrance.
"I've been reading books."
Harry gasped the last word, since Draco had eased his fingers inside. Then he spread his legs and nodded enthusiastically, muttering something that was hard to hear, but which Draco thought was, "Yes, yes."
So Draco bent down and gently took his wand away and eased Harry back so he leaned against the pillows and his legs were open on the bed. "Sometimes doing a charm for the first time means you don't do it right," he explained when Harry lifted his eyebrows at him. "I have to make sure you did it right."
Harry's breaths turned shallow. Draco smiled to himself as he bent down and eased a third finger inside, along the other two.
Harry grunted, but made no other sound. Draco found himself unsatisfied. He knew this was Harry's first time doing anything like this, and it should be more special. He should be almost suffering from pleasure, from the desire to make Draco go further.
So Draco reached in and further in, and murmured, as he gently touched Harry in all the places he could reach, "Imagine what it's going to be like when I'm all the way inside you."
Harry gave a soft gasping cry. And it was the perfect sound, Draco didn't want anything louder, Harry actually put his arm across his eyes as if he thought Draco might see too much in his face, his cheeks were flushing, his lips trembled, Draco had found a way to make him feel so good--
His whirling thoughts came to a halt when Harry insisted, in words that had more than a shadow of Parseltongue, "That's enough. Get inside me now, or you won't get to feel the way I come."
It was enough.
Draco still lubed his cock, because he had to, because Harry hadn't thought to do it. Of course, at the moment that was almost more an advantage than otherwise, because he got to see the way Harry followed his movements with wide eyes and bounced a little in place. Then he spread his legs some more, as if Draco needed an invitation.
As if it being Harry isn't enough of an invitation.
Draco did ease forwards slowly. First on his knuckles and then with his cock inside Harry, he kept waiting for some sign of pain or discomfort. But Harry only raised his eyebrows and met his gaze with such a challenge that Draco ended up shoving in harder than he meant to.
Harry only sighed and locked his legs around Draco's waist as if he wanted him to stay still and not thrust. "Thought you were taking forever. You know, the way you took forever to realize that I was the consort you were meant to have."
Draco spluttered for a full minute before he snapped, "You're going to pay for that."
Harry draped his arm across his forehead again, but this time he left his eyes clearly visible--and gleaming. "Yes, the payment you demand is going to be so rough--"
He gasped as Draco began to move, began to thrust, the way he wanted to and the way everything in both their bodies was calling out for him to. Harry's eyes were wide, almost wild, with surprise, and he reached up and clutched Draco's arms as if he was trying to keep from falling out of a tree.
"Still think you're willing to pay it?" Draco muttered, somewhere between dazed and eloquent, on the far side of rising pleasure.
"You can't come up with any price that I wouldn't be willing to pay, for the pleasure of having you."
Draco stared down, and caught Harry's eyes. The way he looked...
Draco didn't know how to answer, so he went back to how good he felt, how warm Harry was around his cock, how bright his chest was gleaming with sweat. "Why are you still so coherent?" he muttered, and began to move.
*
Harry actually didn't know the answer to that question.
He was pleased all through, he was warm and almost bubbling with the warmth, he wanted to laugh, he could have reached out and captured the heart of anyone he saw right then. But the only one he wanted was Draco's.
And he wanted it so badly that he thought that was probably why he was coherent. He didn't want to miss a cord of Draco's throat as his head tilted back, or a shadow of pallor in his knuckles as his hands tightened around Harry's hips. His rasping breath was music, the line of his shoulders wonderful. Harry reached to touch them, but he was lying down and the only thing he did was tip them a bit.
"Stop that," Draco said, opening one eye, and thrust hard enough that, this time, the coherency fell away.
Harry was still watching, but Draco hovered and buzzed in the middle of an unfolding darkness, something so thick and rich that he was dazed with it. And Draco gave him more and more pleasure, made him feel better and better, until he might have been floating in a pool of butter on a warm clear afternoon with nothing to do.
“Are you ready to go deeper?”
Now who’s the one who’s too coherent? But Harry nodded, and then nodded some more, until he felt certain that his chin was slamming against Draco. He didn’t open his eyes to check.
Draco chuckled and began to move faster. Harry couldn’t resent him for the chuckle. This was the way it was meant to be. He was drifting in the middle of gold. He was swimming through it. He was soaring with Draco. His fingers entwined with Draco’s and squeezed, and Draco squeezed back.
There was so much here.
And he had nearly given it up because he’d thought he was destined to be alone forever.
Harry opened his eyes at the thought and gazed up at his glittering savior. Draco panted back at him. There was a bead of sweat rolling down his chin, and Harry watched it, squeezing again and again around Draco, until it rolled to the point where it had to fall off.
And it did.
The moment Draco’s sweat splashed onto his chest, Harry came.
It was better, so much better, than before. He was soaring again, and Draco was laughing above him and tracing a finger down his breastbone and Harry couldn’t feel it as his back bent like a bow and he cried out from the pleasure storming him and wringing him out—
The moment sped past and dropped him, the way it had to. Harry let his head roll limply on the pillow and closed his eyes. He was panting, his mouth open and his lips parted to sip the air. He felt Draco shift inside him and realized he hadn’t come yet.
“Well, go on,” he whispered.
“What encouragement,” Draco wheezed, and then he bent his own back and hammered his hips forwards, seeking his completion.
Harry reached up and stroked his throat, and Draco gave a grunting cry of surprise and followed him. Harry sighed. This wasn’t the same as coming himself, the feel of Draco coming inside him, but it was pretty close.
He didn’t move. He didn’t want to move. He didn’t have to move. Even though Draco had dropped down on top of him, the weight was pretty manageable. Harry curved an arm around Draco’s shoulders and closed his eyes.
He was glad that he hadn’t had to be alone all his life, hadn’t gone on believing that he would somehow release Voldemort’s magic and attack anyone he got passionate with. And it was thanks to Draco that that hadn’t happened.
Are you done mating now?
Harry opened one eye, the right one, because it was the closest to the bedroom door. M.H. slid in and looked around, his tongue darting out as he carefully investigated the scents in the air. Harry snorted. “Yes, if you want to come in.”
Draco moaned on top of him. Harry blinked up at him, wondering if he had some reason for not wanting M.H. to come in right now, and Draco stroked his throat in turn and sighed. “I wish I could get it up again right now. I never realized how—affecting hearing you speak Parseltongue is.”
“Oh.” Harry closed his eyes because he really thought he would reveal more than he should if he opened them right now. Draco had made everything about Harry something to be proud of, including the snake language that supposedly proved he was as evil as Voldemort.
As M.H. climbed the bed and draped himself along Harry’s free side, Draco touched his face and whispered, “Look at me. No, don’t try to blink away the tears. Weep if you want to. Just look at me.”
Harry did so, and only one tear slid free after all. Draco rubbed it between his fingers and smiled at him. “So. Listen. What you need to do is realize that you always deserved this, okay? Be grateful to me if you want to, but understand that you don’t have to. Your parents and Dumbledore were in the wrong for exiling you. You have so much potential. You can stand on your own, independent from me, if you want to.” Draco hesitated, then added, “I hope you never want to. But you don’t have to depend on me for anything.”
“I’m not just—grateful,” Harry said, hating how unsteady his voice was. He reached up and clasped Draco’s hand. “I’m so glad that you kept me from thinking I was evil for the rest of my life. And that’s not gratitude. That’s love.”
Draco froze for a second. Then he plunged his head down, eyes glowing with triumph, and took Harry’s mouth in a kiss that made Harry regret he didn’t have any more energy right now, either.
They rolled to the side, and M.H. hissed in agitation and dropped off the bed. You are not done mating after all.
Harry, with his mouth pinned under Draco’s, didn’t bother to correct him.
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Thunderbird: Thanks!
Technically, it's not Dark wizards that Dumbledore and the Potters are freaked out by, or they would be freaked out by Draco. It's Voldemort.
Phoenix-Rob: Thank you! And, well, they could feel that Harry was Light when he was a baby. The Malfoys only allied with the Potters because they also felt the power of Harry's magic and believed that he would be able to defeat Voldemort.
SP777: If there was, they would probably have lost to Dumbledore.
Jan: They both see Dahlia as a rather pathetic child, rather than a true threat.
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