Harry Potter and The Serpent King (BP5)
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Adult ++
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Heal Me
Chapter Number/Total: 37/52
Chapter Title: Heal Me
Words: 2267 Words
Draco was becoming painfully aware that he was bruised, the weight of Harry's body on his making him wince as he tried to take a deep breath.
Harry saw Draco's wince and moved off of him quickly. "Do you have any potions or stuff you could take for ... what I did?"
Draco smiled at him. "I don't want it healed unless it is with your magic," he said softly.
"Well, the other stuff would probably do a better job," Harry said, sitting up. He concentrated and trailed his finger across one of the scratches, watching it disappear.
Draco trembled as Harry touched him, the magic making him gasp in delight. "Much better this way," he said with a laugh.
Harry shook his head at his husband. "The weird thing is I don't even know what I'm doing," he muttered as he continued healing all of Draco's visible wounds and bruises. He laid his hand gently to the bruise on Draco's side, pressing it flat there as he healed it.
Draco began to gasp and moan under Harry's hands, clearly becoming aroused again by his husband's magic.
Harry finished with Draco's chest and the red marks on his legs and then moved to his face, watching him and becoming aroused again himself, not being able to help it.
"Can you heal me with a kiss?" Draco asked breathlessly, licking the cut on his lower lip.
"I don't know," Harry said quietly with a soft, curious smile. "I've never tried that before."
"Do it," Draco whispered, eyes intent on Harry's.
Harry leaned in very close to Draco's face, letting his eyes fall shut as he gently pressed his lips directly to the cut. He thought he could feel a sort of tingling in them, but couldn't be sure.
Draco's lips tingled and it sent another thrill down his spine, his cock twitching in response as his breathing sped up. He pressed his lips harder to Harry's and let the tip of his tongue out to touch them.
Harry moaned softly, meeting Draco's teasing tongue with his own. His right hand trailed lightly down Draco's side, coming to rest on the small of his back.
Tongue dancing along his lover's, Draco opened his mouth to him, hands reaching to run along Harry's flesh. He touched like it was either their first or last time, wanting to explore every inch of him.
Harry kissed Draco slowly, touching him with careful hands. "I don't hate you," he whispered. "I love you so much that you make me feel like that sometimes."
"I know." Draco huffed. "You have always had that affect on me."
Harry smiled gently and nodded. "I know," he said. "It drives me mad. I don't know how you were able to stand it."
"It's amazing what one can stand when you have no choice," Draco whispered, eyes closing as he focused on the sensations of touching and being touched by Harry.
Harry kissed Draco's lips again softly, moving a strand of hair with his fingers. "Do we have to ever leave here?" he whispered.
Draco kissed him in answer, his left hand coming up to tangle in Harry's hair. He kissed, nipped and sucked on his husband's lips until they were probably swollen.
Harry sighed, preferring the kiss to the answer Draco would have had to give him if he'd spoken. Perhaps they could just pretend.
Draco bit and kissed his way along his husband's jaw and then laughed softly.
Harry wondered at the laugh, lifting his face so that he could look at Draco as he kissed him a few more times.
"You need to learn a new spell," Draco whispered, smiling.
"What would that be?" Harry asked.
"Shaving Charm," Draco said, running a thumb over the light stubble of his husband's chin.
"Oh," Harry said with a small laugh, feeling his face as well. "I didn't know there was such a thing."
Draco laughed delightedly and nipped at Harry's chin again.
Harry smiled and rubbed his chin on Draco's face and neck.
Draco laughed harder, the sensation both scratchy and ticklish. "Git," he said.
Harry snorted and kissed Draco lightly. "Prat."
"Oh, yes." Draco smiled softly again. "A prat who wants his cock inside you," he said a bit breathlessly.
Harry bit his lip as his already hard cock twitched at that. "I suppose I'll let you," he said teasingly.
"You want to do it like this," Draco asked, smiling and arching up against him, "or do I take you?"
Harry kissed along Draco's face until he reached his ear, giving it a long, slow lick. "I want you to take me," he whispered.
Draco's breath caught and he nearly growled. Wrapping his arm around Harry's waist, he rolled them over until he was on top. "Mine." He grinned down at his lover.
Harry smiled wickedly up at Draco. "Take it," he said. "It's yours, all of it."
"Yes, you are," Draco whispered, his eyes darkening again as he contemplated the ways to have this man. "I want to do a hundred wicked things to you and then more," he continued.
Harry nearly groaned at that and there was an intense surge of arousal in his body. "Anything," he said huskily, eyes dark once again as he stared at Draco.
"Yes, Potter." Draco raised an eyebrow. "I'd like to fuck you so long and so many times that you can barely walk. So that every step you take makes you think of my cock inside you. So that every time you sit down, you will swear you can still feel me there."
Harry did groan now. "Fuck, Draco," he said breathlessly, trying to resist rubbing his throbbing length up against Draco.
Draco slid down until he knelt between Harry's legs. "Turn over," he said.
Harry was panting very much now and turned over slowly, rubbing against the bed a bit.
"Up on your knees," Draco said, lightly slapping Harry's arse.
Harry gasped and closed his eyes, raising himself up, his heart beating madly.
Draco Summoned his wand and cast Cleaning Charms on both of them, then laid the wand at hand before reaching both hands for Harry's arse. He caressed those round cheeks and down his lover's thighs. "Your arse is so fucking beautiful," he said. "I can remember seeing you clutching your broom and wondering what it would be like to have those thighs clutching me."
Harry swallowed and then groaned again, trembling with intense arousal.
"Spread your legs wider," Draco said, right hand reaching to cup Harry's balls, lifting them softly in his palm.
Harry did, spreading them far apart. He clutched at the bedding with both hands, his right still sore.
"I told you that I didn't let them heal it when you punched me after that game," Draco said. "Didn't I? Told you how I imagined throwing you over a bench in the locker room and fucking this beautiful arse." Draco's silver hand slid down the crevice of Harry's arse, smooth fingertip tracing his opening.
Harry wanted to press back against Draco's finger. Draco was so fucking hot. He wanted to be fucked until he passed out.
Draco gently squeezed Harry's balls and then released them, reaching for his wand. He laid the tip against Harry's entrance and cast the lube spell. Then he pressed his silver finger inside, the warm metal sliding easily with the lube. "That day, I imagined that we were fighting and I threw you down, holding you over the bench. You were struggling and yelling at me," Draco continued, finger sliding deeper.
Harry could imagine it, could imagine it like it had actually happened. "Fuck," he said, nearly sobbing it.
"Yelling and fighting me as I slid my slick fingers inside you," Draco said, sliding another silver finger into Harry.
Harry's toes curled and he bit his lip very tightly, picturing them both red-faced and angry and screaming at each other.
"So hot like that," Draco said. "Always made me hard when you got angry." He twisted his fingers inside of Harry, running the smooth metal over his prostate.
Harry's eyelids drooped with pleasure, his mouth open a bit. He tried to move his body with Draco's movements inside him, his hips rolling just the smallest bit.
"Yes," Draco encouraged, "and when you felt my fingers inside you, touching that sweet spot, your anger would turn. You would want more. You would know that I could do this to you. That I could make you feel this way." He slid another smooth metal digit into Harry now, curling them inside.
Harry whimpered with pleasure, feeling like he could come. He had to move his head and neck and shoulders to keep from thrusting onto Draco's fingers more than he already was.
Draco slid his fingers out of Harry's hole and moved forward until the head of his cock was pressed gently against the opening. He rubbed it gently in a circle, teasing him. "You would be moaning and begging me for more," Draco explained, "begging me to fuck you."
Harry wanted to beg for it now. He tried to push back against him, his leaking cock throbbing and aching. "Please," he whispered. "Please fuck me."
"Yes, like that." Draco smiled. "Begging me to take you. Do you want to know what I said in my fantasy, Harry?"
Harry groaned loudly and dropped his head, holding the blanket so tight he felt like he would tear it. "No," he said, voice very strangled. "Oh, fuck, Draco, please."
Draco held his hips still, his cock head just resting there but not moving. "You don't want to know?" he asked, laughing wickedly.
Harry groaned. "Yes, but, fuck, Draco, please!"
Draco chuckled wickedly, gripping Harry's hip with his right hand and reaching his slick silver fingers beneath Harry to wrap around his cock. "The answer, Harry?" he asked, then slid himself into his lover. He slid deep in one flex of his hips until his balls were pressed against Harry's.
"Oh, fuck, yes!" Harry shouted, arching. "Please tell me," he gasped.
Draco gasped as well, the wet, tight heat of his lover's body making him shudder. He took several deep breaths and began to flex his hips again, sliding back and in. "My answer, Harry," he gasped, "always. Always you."
"Always!" Harry moaned, pushing back against Draco. He wondered, if that had happened, if he would've given himself to Draco right then. He thought it very possible.
Draco moaned and began rocking into Harry. He wanted this to last, so he slid in slowly and nearly entirely out before pressing hard and deep on each forward thrust.
"Yes," Harry whispered, feeling suspended in time. "Oh, Merlin, yes. So good in me."
"Yes, I am good in you," Draco moaned. "I love the way your body welcomes mine, and tries to keep me inside."
"I'd never let you go," Harry whimpered. "Never."
"Yes, inside you," Draco chanted. "Love you, always loved you." He was glad they had come earlier because it meant that they could make this last much longer. He loved every moment of it.
"Always," Harry whispered very quietly as he lowered his torso to the bed, his arse in the air as he let Draco fuck him.
"Oh, Harry," Draco moaned. "I love you. I love you more than anything." He was sweating now, his body slick and warm. He looked down the expanse of Harry's back, looked at it glowing in the candlelight.
Harry's body thrummed with those words. He felt caught up in a wave of love and desire, rocking in it with Draco. He never wanted it to end.
Magic spread over Draco's skin like the warmth of a gentle fire, making his body feel languid and full. He could feel it building slowly inside Harry and rippling out. He rocked with it, feeling the waves as much a part of him as his own blood.
Harry was almost disappointed when he felt his second orgasm coming. He'd felt for a while like maybe they could just make love forever. He could feel Draco sliding into him, could hear him moaning, could feel himself being gloriously fucked and he couldn't hold back anymore. He spurted his seed out onto the bed, crying Draco's name as he reached terribly pleasurable completion.
Draco felt the flush of warmth spread out in a wave so strong it made him arch, his own fluids spilling into his lover's body. "Yes, yes!" he cried out, feeling suspended there for a long time until he collapsed forward onto Harry's back.
Harry reached back and tangled his fingers in Draco's hair, gasping for breath.
Draco pressed his face against the back of Harry's shoulder. He smiled and licked the sweat there as his lover's fingers petted him.
"Mmm," Harry hummed happily, not knowing if there were adequate words to describe what Draco did to him.
Draco was floating, his emotions and body both tired and sated. "Always," he whispered again, nuzzling Harry's skin.
"Yes," Harry replied, closing his eyes. He didn't even mind that Draco was on top of him.
Draco realised he was drifting in and out of awareness. "Sleepy," he mumbled. It took him several tries, but he managed to pull back and slide over until he was beside Harry, pressed against him.
Harry was already asleep and snoring lightly, his mouth open a little with his face turned towards Draco.
Draco opened sleepy grey eyes to watch his husband for a few minutes. "Forever and always," he whispered, and then lay his head down and fell fast asleep as well.
Chapter Title: Heal Me
Words: 2267 Words
Draco was becoming painfully aware that he was bruised, the weight of Harry's body on his making him wince as he tried to take a deep breath.
Harry saw Draco's wince and moved off of him quickly. "Do you have any potions or stuff you could take for ... what I did?"
Draco smiled at him. "I don't want it healed unless it is with your magic," he said softly.
"Well, the other stuff would probably do a better job," Harry said, sitting up. He concentrated and trailed his finger across one of the scratches, watching it disappear.
Draco trembled as Harry touched him, the magic making him gasp in delight. "Much better this way," he said with a laugh.
Harry shook his head at his husband. "The weird thing is I don't even know what I'm doing," he muttered as he continued healing all of Draco's visible wounds and bruises. He laid his hand gently to the bruise on Draco's side, pressing it flat there as he healed it.
Draco began to gasp and moan under Harry's hands, clearly becoming aroused again by his husband's magic.
Harry finished with Draco's chest and the red marks on his legs and then moved to his face, watching him and becoming aroused again himself, not being able to help it.
"Can you heal me with a kiss?" Draco asked breathlessly, licking the cut on his lower lip.
"I don't know," Harry said quietly with a soft, curious smile. "I've never tried that before."
"Do it," Draco whispered, eyes intent on Harry's.
Harry leaned in very close to Draco's face, letting his eyes fall shut as he gently pressed his lips directly to the cut. He thought he could feel a sort of tingling in them, but couldn't be sure.
Draco's lips tingled and it sent another thrill down his spine, his cock twitching in response as his breathing sped up. He pressed his lips harder to Harry's and let the tip of his tongue out to touch them.
Harry moaned softly, meeting Draco's teasing tongue with his own. His right hand trailed lightly down Draco's side, coming to rest on the small of his back.
Tongue dancing along his lover's, Draco opened his mouth to him, hands reaching to run along Harry's flesh. He touched like it was either their first or last time, wanting to explore every inch of him.
Harry kissed Draco slowly, touching him with careful hands. "I don't hate you," he whispered. "I love you so much that you make me feel like that sometimes."
"I know." Draco huffed. "You have always had that affect on me."
Harry smiled gently and nodded. "I know," he said. "It drives me mad. I don't know how you were able to stand it."
"It's amazing what one can stand when you have no choice," Draco whispered, eyes closing as he focused on the sensations of touching and being touched by Harry.
Harry kissed Draco's lips again softly, moving a strand of hair with his fingers. "Do we have to ever leave here?" he whispered.
Draco kissed him in answer, his left hand coming up to tangle in Harry's hair. He kissed, nipped and sucked on his husband's lips until they were probably swollen.
Harry sighed, preferring the kiss to the answer Draco would have had to give him if he'd spoken. Perhaps they could just pretend.
Draco bit and kissed his way along his husband's jaw and then laughed softly.
Harry wondered at the laugh, lifting his face so that he could look at Draco as he kissed him a few more times.
"You need to learn a new spell," Draco whispered, smiling.
"What would that be?" Harry asked.
"Shaving Charm," Draco said, running a thumb over the light stubble of his husband's chin.
"Oh," Harry said with a small laugh, feeling his face as well. "I didn't know there was such a thing."
Draco laughed delightedly and nipped at Harry's chin again.
Harry smiled and rubbed his chin on Draco's face and neck.
Draco laughed harder, the sensation both scratchy and ticklish. "Git," he said.
Harry snorted and kissed Draco lightly. "Prat."
"Oh, yes." Draco smiled softly again. "A prat who wants his cock inside you," he said a bit breathlessly.
Harry bit his lip as his already hard cock twitched at that. "I suppose I'll let you," he said teasingly.
"You want to do it like this," Draco asked, smiling and arching up against him, "or do I take you?"
Harry kissed along Draco's face until he reached his ear, giving it a long, slow lick. "I want you to take me," he whispered.
Draco's breath caught and he nearly growled. Wrapping his arm around Harry's waist, he rolled them over until he was on top. "Mine." He grinned down at his lover.
Harry smiled wickedly up at Draco. "Take it," he said. "It's yours, all of it."
"Yes, you are," Draco whispered, his eyes darkening again as he contemplated the ways to have this man. "I want to do a hundred wicked things to you and then more," he continued.
Harry nearly groaned at that and there was an intense surge of arousal in his body. "Anything," he said huskily, eyes dark once again as he stared at Draco.
"Yes, Potter." Draco raised an eyebrow. "I'd like to fuck you so long and so many times that you can barely walk. So that every step you take makes you think of my cock inside you. So that every time you sit down, you will swear you can still feel me there."
Harry did groan now. "Fuck, Draco," he said breathlessly, trying to resist rubbing his throbbing length up against Draco.
Draco slid down until he knelt between Harry's legs. "Turn over," he said.
Harry was panting very much now and turned over slowly, rubbing against the bed a bit.
"Up on your knees," Draco said, lightly slapping Harry's arse.
Harry gasped and closed his eyes, raising himself up, his heart beating madly.
Draco Summoned his wand and cast Cleaning Charms on both of them, then laid the wand at hand before reaching both hands for Harry's arse. He caressed those round cheeks and down his lover's thighs. "Your arse is so fucking beautiful," he said. "I can remember seeing you clutching your broom and wondering what it would be like to have those thighs clutching me."
Harry swallowed and then groaned again, trembling with intense arousal.
"Spread your legs wider," Draco said, right hand reaching to cup Harry's balls, lifting them softly in his palm.
Harry did, spreading them far apart. He clutched at the bedding with both hands, his right still sore.
"I told you that I didn't let them heal it when you punched me after that game," Draco said. "Didn't I? Told you how I imagined throwing you over a bench in the locker room and fucking this beautiful arse." Draco's silver hand slid down the crevice of Harry's arse, smooth fingertip tracing his opening.
Harry wanted to press back against Draco's finger. Draco was so fucking hot. He wanted to be fucked until he passed out.
Draco gently squeezed Harry's balls and then released them, reaching for his wand. He laid the tip against Harry's entrance and cast the lube spell. Then he pressed his silver finger inside, the warm metal sliding easily with the lube. "That day, I imagined that we were fighting and I threw you down, holding you over the bench. You were struggling and yelling at me," Draco continued, finger sliding deeper.
Harry could imagine it, could imagine it like it had actually happened. "Fuck," he said, nearly sobbing it.
"Yelling and fighting me as I slid my slick fingers inside you," Draco said, sliding another silver finger into Harry.
Harry's toes curled and he bit his lip very tightly, picturing them both red-faced and angry and screaming at each other.
"So hot like that," Draco said. "Always made me hard when you got angry." He twisted his fingers inside of Harry, running the smooth metal over his prostate.
Harry's eyelids drooped with pleasure, his mouth open a bit. He tried to move his body with Draco's movements inside him, his hips rolling just the smallest bit.
"Yes," Draco encouraged, "and when you felt my fingers inside you, touching that sweet spot, your anger would turn. You would want more. You would know that I could do this to you. That I could make you feel this way." He slid another smooth metal digit into Harry now, curling them inside.
Harry whimpered with pleasure, feeling like he could come. He had to move his head and neck and shoulders to keep from thrusting onto Draco's fingers more than he already was.
Draco slid his fingers out of Harry's hole and moved forward until the head of his cock was pressed gently against the opening. He rubbed it gently in a circle, teasing him. "You would be moaning and begging me for more," Draco explained, "begging me to fuck you."
Harry wanted to beg for it now. He tried to push back against him, his leaking cock throbbing and aching. "Please," he whispered. "Please fuck me."
"Yes, like that." Draco smiled. "Begging me to take you. Do you want to know what I said in my fantasy, Harry?"
Harry groaned loudly and dropped his head, holding the blanket so tight he felt like he would tear it. "No," he said, voice very strangled. "Oh, fuck, Draco, please."
Draco held his hips still, his cock head just resting there but not moving. "You don't want to know?" he asked, laughing wickedly.
Harry groaned. "Yes, but, fuck, Draco, please!"
Draco chuckled wickedly, gripping Harry's hip with his right hand and reaching his slick silver fingers beneath Harry to wrap around his cock. "The answer, Harry?" he asked, then slid himself into his lover. He slid deep in one flex of his hips until his balls were pressed against Harry's.
"Oh, fuck, yes!" Harry shouted, arching. "Please tell me," he gasped.
Draco gasped as well, the wet, tight heat of his lover's body making him shudder. He took several deep breaths and began to flex his hips again, sliding back and in. "My answer, Harry," he gasped, "always. Always you."
"Always!" Harry moaned, pushing back against Draco. He wondered, if that had happened, if he would've given himself to Draco right then. He thought it very possible.
Draco moaned and began rocking into Harry. He wanted this to last, so he slid in slowly and nearly entirely out before pressing hard and deep on each forward thrust.
"Yes," Harry whispered, feeling suspended in time. "Oh, Merlin, yes. So good in me."
"Yes, I am good in you," Draco moaned. "I love the way your body welcomes mine, and tries to keep me inside."
"I'd never let you go," Harry whimpered. "Never."
"Yes, inside you," Draco chanted. "Love you, always loved you." He was glad they had come earlier because it meant that they could make this last much longer. He loved every moment of it.
"Always," Harry whispered very quietly as he lowered his torso to the bed, his arse in the air as he let Draco fuck him.
"Oh, Harry," Draco moaned. "I love you. I love you more than anything." He was sweating now, his body slick and warm. He looked down the expanse of Harry's back, looked at it glowing in the candlelight.
Harry's body thrummed with those words. He felt caught up in a wave of love and desire, rocking in it with Draco. He never wanted it to end.
Magic spread over Draco's skin like the warmth of a gentle fire, making his body feel languid and full. He could feel it building slowly inside Harry and rippling out. He rocked with it, feeling the waves as much a part of him as his own blood.
Harry was almost disappointed when he felt his second orgasm coming. He'd felt for a while like maybe they could just make love forever. He could feel Draco sliding into him, could hear him moaning, could feel himself being gloriously fucked and he couldn't hold back anymore. He spurted his seed out onto the bed, crying Draco's name as he reached terribly pleasurable completion.
Draco felt the flush of warmth spread out in a wave so strong it made him arch, his own fluids spilling into his lover's body. "Yes, yes!" he cried out, feeling suspended there for a long time until he collapsed forward onto Harry's back.
Harry reached back and tangled his fingers in Draco's hair, gasping for breath.
Draco pressed his face against the back of Harry's shoulder. He smiled and licked the sweat there as his lover's fingers petted him.
"Mmm," Harry hummed happily, not knowing if there were adequate words to describe what Draco did to him.
Draco was floating, his emotions and body both tired and sated. "Always," he whispered again, nuzzling Harry's skin.
"Yes," Harry replied, closing his eyes. He didn't even mind that Draco was on top of him.
Draco realised he was drifting in and out of awareness. "Sleepy," he mumbled. It took him several tries, but he managed to pull back and slide over until he was beside Harry, pressed against him.
Harry was already asleep and snoring lightly, his mouth open a little with his face turned towards Draco.
Draco opened sleepy grey eyes to watch his husband for a few minutes. "Forever and always," he whispered, and then lay his head down and fell fast asleep as well.