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Where’s My Dragon?	By : ZooArmy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 49553 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I know, I know, I’ve promised to update fast,
and actually I planned to put this chapter up two days ago or so, but I’m in
the middle of moving and was ‘a little’ busy. Gods, I hate it. My room looks
like a battlefield.

So, here’s the chapter so many of you have waited for. Although I seemingly
lost lot of readers with the way this story turned out and my writing style.
Sigh. Can’t satisfy everyone.

WARNINGS: Explicit gay sex-scene!!! (Seven
pages of f---ing ^^)

My BRITISH!!! Beta: IBelieveInMaryWorth

(The screamers are necessary for those who haven’t noticed yet.)

Please REVIEW! Thank You! (^-^)

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Where’s My Dragon? |
Part Twenty-Three | Bonds are forever

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Harry stood
at the same spot where Draco had put him down and watched him with hungry eyes.
Draco moved closer and slipped the robes off Harry’s shoulders. Like a doll,
Harry remained still and watched Draco’s every move as he went on to undress
him. The shirt was gone quickly. Harry kicked off his shoes and Draco helped
him get rid of his jeans.

Golden Boy stood in front of the Slytherin Prince in just his boxer-shorts and
gazed at him. The blond caressed his hand over Harry’s abdomen as he walked
around him and leaned over the bed to pull the blankets back. Turning back to
Harry, he moved the smaller boy around to him and kissed him gently.

Draco lifted Harry up again and laid him down on the bed. Harry’s arms didn’t
let go of Malfoy’s neck and pulled him down so that he leaned over Harry.

“Draco, hurry, please.” was whispered against Draco’s ear and the Slytherin
couldn’t help but chuckle. He loosened Harry’s arms from his neck and moved
around the bed, stripping down as he went. He felt Harry’s dark eyes on him,
burning him, fuelling him. The blond crawled from the end of the bed up to
Harry and pulled the blanket above their heads.

He rested his legs between Harry’s and saw the glow beginning to seep through
Harry’s skin again and lighten up the little cavern he had created. His mouth
latched over the left collarbone, almost trying to absorb the glow, and
wandered slowly upwards to Harry’s ear. “You’re glowing again.” He murmured and
felt Harry shiver beneath him.

“Draco?” the Boy-Who-Lived pleaded his mate as kisses rained down on his face.

“Hmm?” Draco moaned between kisses and captured
Harry’s lower lip with his teeth. His tongue slid slowly over the lip and his
hands began sliding feathery light down along Harry’s body. The dark haired boy
whimpered, feeling like he was turning slowly insane under too light touches
that teased him so much.

Why was his body already burning so much when Draco had hardly touched him? Why
couldn’t he control himself better and suppress the urge to feel Draco, at
least a little? His lips were left alone and the blond’s
tongue licked down to the small crook between Harry’s collar bones.

“Dracooo.” Harry beseeched,
sounding desperate.

“What?” the Slytherin murmured against the tanned skin he was biting and
licking. Draco felt the other’s erection pressing against his own straining
one, but he wanted to savour the moment. Savour Harry.

Harry writhed underneath him and grabbed his hair roughly.

“Please, please let me bite you.” The dark haired boy whined and made Draco
stop teasing him. Draco crawled back up, looking closely into black pupils.

“Bite?” Harry nodded eagerly and let his hands glide
down to Draco’s nape, but didn’t dare touch it. Draco smirked evilly at Harry
and recognised the lengthened canines lapped around by Harry’s tongue.

“Oh! You mean my nape, huh? We won’t have that.” The blonde waited for Harry to
protest and saw his mouth going slack and his eyes turning big. Just a tiny
squeak escaped the Temirith’s mouth and Draco had
mercy on him. He leaned down and kissed Harry gently. He licked slowly over
both canines and heard Boy Wonder sigh contently.

“Not now, anyway. Patience, Potter, patience.”

“But, Dragon…” Draco’s left index-finger landed on Harry’s lips and silenced
him.

“Sssh. Quiet, baby. I won’t
leave you, don’t worry.”

Draco flapped the blanket back and shifted down between Harry’s legs. His hands
glided along the Gryffindor’s legs gently upwards and vanished inside of the
boxers. He brushed Harry’s manhood, just to let his hands appear again at the
waistband. Draco turned his palms upside, grabbed the waistband and pulled the
underwear down. Not unintentionally sliding his hands over the hardness.

He stood up, pulled Harry’s boxers from his legs, beginning to wonder why his
Temirith didn’t make a sound. Looking up, he saw Harry squeezing his eyes shut
and biting his lower lip hard. Tears streamed down his face and mingled with
blood on the pillow that trickled from his bleeding lip.

“Harry. Harry! Baby, what’s wrong? Oh my god, what? Did I hurt you? Did I do
something wrong?” Draco called, panic rising in his voice.
“Look at me, Harry. Open your eyes!” he demanded with a quivering voice.

The dark haired boy opened his eyes and saw Draco leaning over him. He looked
at the blond through half lidded eyes and licked the blood from his lips.

“Why aren’t you making a sound? Why did you bite your lip bloody? Why are you
crying?” Draco asked concerned, kissing the swollen lips.

“You said I should keep quiet.” The Temirith stated meekly and purred, hoping
it would take the concern from Draco. The Slytherin just groaned in disbelief
and rested his head on Harry’s shoulder. The mark he had given Harry days
before still stood out in stark contrast to his skin colour.

“Are you really that submissive because you’re my Temirith?” Draco asked with a
sad smile. “I don’t want you like this.” He felt Harry’s hands shooting up to
his nape and pressing gently against it.

“You promised not to leave me. Dragon, no, please.” Golden Boy begged.

Draco moved back and kneeled between Harry’s legs. He ran his hands up and down
Harry’s legs and felt the lust that had lost some of its force moments ago
blazing up again. “What happened? Last time you weren’t like this. You urged me, you growled at me, you commanded me. You dragged me out
of Snape’s office earlier. I want you back like that again.”

“I’m yours Draco. I’ll be anything you want me to be.”

“NO!” the blond yelled. He took two deep, slow breaths and leaned back down
over Harry. His lips came in contact with Harry’s ear and he felt the smaller
boy shiver and heard his breath hitch. “Tell me what you want.” Draco whispered
and kissed the ear sweetly. “What do you want to do?”

Draco pulled his boxers quickly down and ground his erection into Harry’s. He
began to hump and felt Golden Boy react with small thrusts upwards. “Toy with
me, Harry.” Draco whispered against Harry’s ear, through moans. He heard the
moan stuck in Harry’s throat and licked along the shell. “Use me, Baby. You wanna bite me, but what else?”

Boy Wonder’s hands grabbed Draco’s arms roughly and spun him around swiftly
that he straddled the Slytherin and their penises rubbed against each other. He
leaned down and caught Draco’s lips in a ravaging kiss.

He let go and opened his eyes. For a split second, Draco thought he’d seen
flames instead of pupils but he knew that was impossible. The smirk that played
around Harry’s lips was beyond dirty.

“I want to ride you, Dragon.”

The blond boy’s eyes lit up and he felt like Christmas had come early. If that
was what he got for giving up control once in a while, he could do that –
easily. Harry leaned down and brushed his lips over Draco’s and the blond
licked the last drop of blood from the corner of his mouth.

“Can I…” Draco’s right hand shot up and he silenced
Harry with his index finger against his lips.

“Don’t ask for permission. Just do it.”

The Temirith stuck out his tongue and guided the muscle around Draco’s finger.
With a wanton look at Draco, Harry opened his mouth and let the wetted finger
glide into it. The Slytherin watched him with huge eyes, his mouth slightly
open. He thought about the blow-job Harry had given him earlier, but this was
so much better.

He could touch his love anywhere he wanted. His other hand wandered to Harry’s
hip and grabbed it softly, the touch rapidly becoming rougher. He could watch
him and see the pleasure on Harry’s face as he sucked on his finger, feeling
him beneath him. And he knew where this would end; in mind-blowing sex.

Draco felt Harry shifting in his lap, closer to his dick, almost completely on
it. The moment Harry began to roll his hips and hum in delight around his
finger Draco cried out, fearing it would end before it even had begun.

Harry let go of his finger and leaned over him. He heard the sound of the
drawer opening and Harry rummaging around inside.

“Is this what you want?” Harry asked quietly, emphasising his question with
another roll of his hips.

Yes, this was exactly what he wanted and Draco hoped there would be a lot more
of it after their bond. Harry leaned back, holding the lube in his left hand
and shifted his weight onto Draco’s legs.

“So?”

Draco stopped in the motion of grabbing the lube and narrowed his eyes. “Don’t
tell me you’re only doing this because I want you to?”

Harry bit his lip shyly, and purred in a deep throaty moan. Feeling Draco
reacting beneath him made him purr even louder. “Prepare me, will you?” Harry
evaded and pushed the lube into Draco’s hand.

Still doubting Harry, Draco frowned and ignored the lube in his hand. Harry
sighed heavily at Draco’s mood-killing suspicion and snatched the lube back out
of his hand.

“Wait…wait...” the blond exclaimed in a panic,
dreading Harry leaving him alone out of irritation. He reached for the jar but didn’t
get it.

Realising what Draco was thinking, Harry looked at him naughtily. His hand
grabbed the cap and unclasped it slowly. “Dragon?” he rasped, flipping the cap
away. Draco had partly relaxed again and looked at Harry expectantly. “Your hand.”

Without a second thought, he held out his hand and felt the cool gel on his
palm when Harry connected their hands. He coated Draco’s fingers quickly and
dexterously and guided the pale, long-fingered hand to his behind and rested it
between his cheeks.

“Please.” He whispered and leaned over Draco, kissing him slowly. The first
finger entered him cautiously and Harry moaned into the kiss when it had
completely breached his tight ring. Draco held his finger still to make it
easier for Harry, but the Temirith quickly got impatient and began rolling his
behind around the intruding finger.

The Slytherin added a second finger quickly, fearing that if he didn’t Harry would
break his other while trying to feel more. The kiss broke momentarily and the
dark haired boy arched his back.

“Yes, Dragon. Yesss.” Harry moaned as Draco’s fingers moved inside of him.
Draco saw the glow begin to surround them again and grabbed Harry’s hip firmly
with his free hand to rein in his passion a little.

“Harry. Baby, slow down.” He panted when his fingers
began to hurt from Harry bouncing on them furiously. Draco pulled out his
fingers and Harry growled angrily, glaring at him with his black pupils
flashing disapproval. “Hey, don’t complain. You’re the one who almost broke my
fingers.” Draco defended his act with a smirk.

The Temirith leaned forward and kissed Draco sweetly. “Sorry. But it felt so
good.” Draco just sniggered and grabbed the open jar of lube from the
nightstand, but Harry snatched it out of his hands and sat up again. “I want
you.” He purred while putting a small amount on his palm and the jar back on
the nightstand.

Harry began spreading the gel over Draco’s erection and watched the blond
writhe under his touches. He wanted everything to be perfect, everything the
way his Dragon wanted it. It would make the bonding easier. Not that he feared that
Draco would run away during sex but maybe afterwards, before he could sink his
teeth in his mate’s gorgeous neck. You could never be sure, therefore Harry
wanted Draco content.

Golden Boy let go of Draco’s straining erection and pushed up, his weight on his
shins. He reached behind himself, taking Draco’s manhood in one hand and
guiding himself slowly down on the flesh.

The blonde groaned and thought he could come from the view alone, but the
feeling of sheathing himself inside Harry made it even more intense. Draco
grabbed Harry’s hips and held him so he could slowly get used to this new
intrusion that was larger than the two fingers from earlier.

Inch by inch, Draco’s dick vanished inside of Harry and the blonde watched it
with relish. Harry let go of his dick and let Draco guide him down. He groaned at
the feeling of Draco’s penis inside of him, sliding deeper and deeper.

Harry sat in Draco’s lap, the blonde completely buried
in him, and took short, choppy breaths. His hands dug into Draco’s chest and he
had closed his eyes.

“Harry? Are you okay?” Draco asked, not really meaning the question even as he
asked it. He could see that Harry was okay, but he wanted him to move. The
pressure that was building up was driving him mad. The dark haired boy rested
his head on his chest and took one deep breath before he slowly lifted his head
again and smirked at Draco.

He began rolling his lower part and roamed his hands over Draco’s chest. The
grip on his hips tightened and he saw Draco watching him intently, looking almost
angry. Harry pushed up a little and sat down again, forcing out moans from both
him and Draco. This felt good and he felt his Dragon deeper than ever before.

The Temirith leaned forward and kissed the underside of Draco’s chin. “Move me,
will you?” he purred and felt Draco’s hands again digging into his hips. Harry
pushed up on his arms and looked down at Draco. “Now!”

The Slytherin had been waiting for this. He tensed every muscle in his arms and
lifted Harry up, almost slipping him off his dick before pushing him down
again. The moans of pleasure Harry made assured him that he had hit his
prostate and needed to keep this angle.

The next moment Harry pushed himself up and sat back down at a deadly slow
pace. “Yes, yes, oh God, fuck, Draco.” Suddenly his hips were caught in a tight
grip and he was pushed up again and down again repeatedly in a rhythmic motion.

“You’re going to kill me, you know…” Draco groused through harsh pants. “God,
you’re so good.” He moaned and threw his head back. His throat was invitingly
exposed to Harry, who took the chance and leaned down to scrape his teeth over
the tender skin. The blond stilled for a moment and gasped in amazement.

Harry took Draco’s hands from his hips and startled him. “What are you…?” The
Temirith began moving again of his own accord and Draco’s sentence ended in a
loud throaty moan. Draco’s arms were positioned above his head and he felt
Harry’s fingers lacing with his own. Opening his eyes, he saw the dark haired
boy leaning over him and he knew again why he had closed his eyes.

Flushed cheeks. Dark strands sticking to his forehead
and falling into his face. Black, captivating eyes that
seemed to absorb him. And a mouth, half open, swollen and making the
sweetest noises. This sight would haunt him until his death and he couldn’t
have been happier.

“Baby, please… faster.” Why was he the one begging? Had they switched roles?
Never mind, Harry obeyed and that was what counted. Lips once again crashed
down on his own and Draco felt a hot bubble building
up in his loins. He knew that feeling all too well and was aware that it
wouldn’t take much longer for him.

His hips thrust furiously upwards to meet Harry’s downwards movements. Draco
tore his lips away from Harry’s and groaned choppily. “Harry, ohmygod, I think I’m…HAAARRY.” The Temirith had bitten
gently down on Draco’s neck and the Slytherin had no chance of warning him; he
buried his semen in his love and moaned his name loudly.

The dark haired boy slid off Draco and lay down next to him. Harry’s hand
wandered down to his still erect member and wrapped around. Draco, still
breathing hard, rolled over and swatted Harry’s hand away. The blonde shifted
down until he was eye-level with Harry’s erection and engulfed it, letting it
glide slowly into his mouth.

Golden Boy’s hands dug into the soft blond hair and pulled a little, before
they rested at the nape of his mate’s neck. Draco bobbed his head a few times
before deep-throating the dick and humming slightly. His
throat constricted around Harry’s flesh and the Temirith came down his throat,
calling Draco’s name.

Draco crawled up and kissed Harry passionately, letting him taste himself on
his tongue. “Okay,” Draco said hoarsely and nipped at Harry’s lower lip “Bite
me.” It was as if he’d chanted a spell, Draco thought, because Harry’s eyes lit
up and, although they were still black, seemed lighter somehow.

He crawled aside and lay on his stomach. Draco felt Harry’s hand roaming over
his back and up to his neck. A finger traced along the muscle, running from his
shoulder up to the nape. He heard Harry purr and Draco became hard again, his
erection pressing into the mattress. The Gryffindor licked over the sensitive
spot at his nape and made him groan into the mattress.

“I love you.” Harry whispered before he sunk his canines into the tender flesh
and made Draco come for the second time that night. The Temirith licked the few
drops of blood away and the wound began to heal instantly.

Draco turned carefully around and looked at Harry, who gazed at him with his
usual beautiful, shining green eyes. “Fuck, can you do that again?” he asked
out of breath and pulled the slighter boy close to him.

“I don’t know.” Harry chuckled. “I haven’t been a Temirith long enough to
know.”

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Well, we’re almost done. Only one more chapter to go and it’s over. I hope you
liked the chapter. Thanks for reading. Use your penultimate chance to share
your thoughts with me!

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