Harry Potter and The Serpent King (BP5)
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Life Open to Possibilities
Chapter Number/Total: 49/52
Chapter Title: Life Open to Possibilities
Words: 3618 Words
Harry sat close to Draco on one of the Gryffindor sofas, Ron and Hermione very close on another. Neville and Luna were in armchairs and Ginny was sprawled on her back on the floor. It felt almost exactly like the final nights of sixth year - besides the fact that Harry was holding his sleeping son, Draco was holding their sleeping cat, there was a Ravenclaw in their midst, and of course, they all felt quite a bit happier and safer than they had then. They would be leaving to go back to the Manor tomorrow, Harry, Draco, Ron and Hermione anyway. Ginny would be going back to the Burrow with her parents and Neville and Luna were going their own ways.
"What are you going to do with yourself, Neville?" Ginny asked sleepily, stifling a yawn. "Anything planned?"
"There's this research project that's going to be studying magical plants around the world," he said. "I've been accepted to be on the team."
Harry smiled. "That's great, Neville," he said.
"Yes, I bet you'll do wonderfully," said Hermione, smiling also.
"No one needs to ask what you two are doing," said Ginny with a grin to Hermione and Ron. "When are you going to do the wedding then?"
"Well, I haven't even told my mother yet," said Hermione, beaming. "So that's first."
Ron smiled happily and perhaps a bit smugly beside her.
"Well, none of us have taken N.E.W.T.s yet," Draco said. "But we have been a bit preoccupied. I have been thinking of getting more involved in the Malfoy estate investments. Maybe in some of the rebuilding projects."
"Eh, who needs N.E.W.T.s when you're married to a millionaire?" Harry teased.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him and shook her head amusedly. "That could be good," she said to Draco. "I still don't know what I'd like to do career-wise."
"Have you considered politics?" Draco smiled. "We certainly still need the laws about Muggles and Magical Creatures reformed."
Hermione smiled. "Well, I did want to go further with S.P.E.W. Perhaps that would be a good way."
Ron shook his head amusedly this time.
"Fossey didn't want to betray us," Draco said, "but she actually belonged to Macnair. She didn't have a choice. And most of the werewolves joined Voldemort because of the way the wizarding world treats them."
Hermione nodded seriously. "It's ridiculous," she said. "Look at Remus. He's far more human than wolf and he can't find work because of the prejudices."
"Fossey belonged to Macnair?" Harry interrupted, that piece of information new to him. "Then why was she serving in the Manor?"
"Because my father allowed it. Since Macnair spent so much time with him, he had his own elf in the Manor," Draco said. "I didn't know about it, and the wards aren't really set to keep out house-elves."
"Were any of the other elves involved in it?" asked Ron.
"Yes," Draco answered. "Two others, all belonging to friends of my father's and controlled through them by Voldemort. That's how the prisoners got out at the Manor. The spy was never Fleur or any of us."
"And it figures," said Harry. "Out of all the house-elves we could have taken with us, we took one of the ones belonging to Death Eaters."
The kitten in Draco's lap stretched and he rubbed its belly. "The wizarding world takes them for granted," he said. "Voldemort was good at exploiting prejudices."
"All the more reason for them to at least have their very own department," said Hermione. "Or at least a sub-division in the department already set up for magical creatures."
Draco smiled, enjoying watching Hermione get excited about the topic and Ron squirm about it.
Hermione looked at Ron and shook her head at him. "I suppose this will be something I'll be doing on my own?" she said.
"I fully support whatever you want to do," said Ron. "I simply have no interest in the elves. I mean, I suppose I can agree that they need something, it's just something I wouldn't want to run."
"What is it that you'd like to do?" asked Luna.
"I haven't the foggiest," Ron answered.
"What about Quidditch?" Draco asked, only smirking a bit.
Ron raised an eyebrow. "You're suggesting I play Quidditch?" he asked.
"Hey, Weasley is our king," said Ginny with a grin.
Harry snorted. "We did turn that song around," he said.
Draco smiled at Ginny, happy that his little song was remembered. "You could play or you could work with teams in some other way." He shrugged.
"It'd be quite cool," said Ron, nodding. "Actually, it'd be pretty fantastic."
"I can agree with that one," said Harry. "It would be pretty cool."
"You know, I've always sort of wanted to get into a broomstick business," said Ron. "You know, like Nimbus or Firebolt, only, I'd want to start my own. That'd be brilliant. Hey - and then you could play, Harry, and promote me."
Harry laughed.
Draco was not sure he wanted his husband to be any more in the public eye than he already was, but he held his tongue. "Luna," he said, "what are your plans?"
"Well, I have another year of school," she said, "but then I think I'd like to keep running the Quibbler. Dad would have wanted it and no one else is going to publish the truth."
Harry smiled bemusedly. "I suppose you would be quite cut out for that," he said.
She smiled dreamily at him.
Draco smiled at Harry and the sleeping child in his lap. He yawed and then smirked at his husband. "Well, we are heading back to the Manor in the morning," he said. "We should get to bed."
Harry smiled and nodded, stretching his legs before getting carefully to his feet. He grinned at his friends. He didn't tell them they were brilliant, or amazing, or fantastic. They knew that already, and it wasn't like he didn't have the rest of his life to tell them things like that. Merlin, he loved thinking that. He had the rest of his life and he wasn't worried that it would be over tomorrow.
"Night," he said simply.
"Night," they mostly said in unison, and Harry could almost tell they were thinking what he was thinking.
Draco got up and moved the kitten to rest on his shoulder and then reached for his husband's hand. Valen only squirmed a little as they made their way up the stairs and into their old tower room.
Harry laid the baby gently in the cot they had Transfigured before he simply stripped himself with a twitch of his fingers and fell onto the bed.
Draco gasped, watching his husband casually use more magic than most wizards would ever possess, just to strip for bed. He set the kitten in a little box they had for it. He set his wand beside the bed and looked down at the naked man lying there.
Harry smiled up at Draco and put his hands behind his head. "Getting in? Or are you going to stand there and stare at me?"
Draco's eyes swept over his gorgeous husband and he smiled, slowly beginning to undress. He made a show of unbuttoning his shirt while he watched Harry.
Harry's eyes glittered as he watched Draco undress, following his every movement. He reached a hand down to slowly grasp his own cock, squeezing and giving it a few pulls.
Draco whimpered as he watched Harry touch himself. He finished his shirt, no longer taking his time.
Harry licked his lips, waiting for Draco as he continued to toss off in front of him, his cock getting harder by the second.
Draco's breathing sped up and he tore off his trousers and underwear, leaving his silver hand in place and using both hands to reach for his husband as he got in bed. He grabbed Harry's wrists, pulling them away from his cock and over his head, pinning his husband under his own body.
Harry gasped quietly, arching up a bit. "Something you want?" he asked huskily, staring up at Draco.
"You have become a tease, Potter," Draco drawled.
"Have I?" Harry said, acting as though he had never heard of such a thing.
"Yes," Draco hissed, rubbing his arse on Harry's erection as he leaned forward, capturing his husband's bottom lip with his teeth.
Harry moaned at the teeth and the rubbing, arching his hips up again.
Draco sucked Harry's lip, still holding his hands as he continued to grind his body against him.
Harry let out a strangled-sounding cry, his muscles taut as he rocked with and against Draco, his eyes shut.
Draco released Harry's mouth and grinned down at him. "Do you want something, Potter?" he smirked.
Harry opened his eyes again and stared up into Draco's face. "I'm the tease?" he said breathlessly.
Draco grinned. "Yes," he said. "I asked you a question." He rotated his hips again, enjoying the feel of his husband's body under him.
"Yes," Harry said lowly, thrusting up. "You know I do."
"Oh, and what is that?" Draco smirked, leaning forward and nibbling on his husband's jaw.
Harry growled with lust and frustration. "To fuck," he said. "I don't care, I just want to fuck." He raised his chin a bit, trying to get more of Draco's mouth, more of anything.
Draco began to bite his way along Harry's jaw until he reached his ear, biting the lobe and then licking along the edge.
Harry let out a moan that was like a whine, his feet and legs moving restlessly.
"You are so hot," Draco whispered. "I could never resist you for long. I want to spread you and fuck you, long and hard."
"Fuck," Harry said, eyelids fluttering as he tried to keep them from falling closed. "Yeah, long and hard," he readily agreed.
"So the question is," Draco whispered in his ear, "how long can you hold out?"
Harry raised an eyebrow and licked his lips. "As long as you want me to," he said huskily.
Draco chuckled, biting Harry's neck below his ear. "Good."
Harry hissed and then moaned, grinding up into Draco, unable to stop himself from doing so.
Draco bit and sucked, leaving a dark mark before moving down to leave another just below it.
"I thought you were going to fuck me," Harry breathed, "not suck my neck, even though that is - mmm - rather enjoyable."
"So impatient," Draco hissed, leaving a third mark. Then he released his husband's wrists and rolled off the bed. He stood looking down at him, hands on his hips.
Harry's eyes widened almost comically. He sat up. "What are you doing?!" he asked, terribly aroused and very untouched.
Draco chuckled, his cock bobbing as he did. He Summoned his wand and cast a Silencing Charm on Valen's cot. He raised an eyebrow. "Come and get it then," he sneered.
"I thought you were fucking me," Harry said, scooting the tiniest bit towards the edge of the bed.
"Come here," Draco said, still smirking.
Intrigued, Harry moved off the bed and stood next to Draco, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Bend over and spread your legs," Draco purred.
"Ah," Harry said slowly, flushing with pleasure, "is that what you want?" He made a show of stretching himself across the bed, pressing his arse up a bit so that his back was arched.
"Yes, very nice," Draco said, licking his lips. He set his wand atop the mattress and laid his hands on his lover's arse, squeezing. "I love seeing you like this, eager and waiting for me," he whispered, stepping closer so that he stood between his husband's legs.
Harry's cock twitched when Draco touched him. "Very eager, and very much waiting," he said, emphasising the "waiting" just a tad.
Draco chuckled and released his husband's arse. "Reach back and cast the Lube Spell on yourself," he said.
"Bit of a voyeur today?" Harry asked, licking his lips as he very quickly cast the spell and reached behind himself to rub at his own entrance.
"Yes," Draco said, sighing. "Now hold yourself spread for me."
Harry reached both hands back and grasped his arse cheeks, heart beating quicker.
"Gods," Draco gasped, reaching down to fondle his lover's balls with his right hand while he slid a single silver fingertip against his entrance.
Harry gasped quietly and moved into both of Draco's hands. "Mmm, I want you to fuck me," he said.
"Beg me," Draco said, sliding the silver finger in very slowly.
Harry groaned and whined pitifully. "Please, Draco, please," he said, trying to move back against the finger.
Draco chuckled. "Beg, not whine," he said. "Where's that infamous dirty mouth now?" He thrust the finger inside.
"Still here," Harry gasped, wanting to be fucked very badly. Perhaps using his "infamous dirty mouth" would speed Draco up. "I want your dripping cock inside me, fucking me good. So fucking good. Please, Draco."
Draco laughed again at his sexy husband and slid the finger out. He used the lube on the finger to stroke his own cock for a moment and then pressed the head against Harry's entrance. He brought his right hand up and laid it in the small of Harry's back, pressing down so that he could not move to push back onto him. Then he slowly began to slide into him.
"Mm, fuck yeah," Harry groaned, and then realised he could not push back and groaned some more, frustrated. "Fuck, you're such an arse," he said, clenching the blankets to try to relieve his need to make Draco sink into him faster. He'd forgotten that he'd told Draco he would last as long as he wanted.
"Fucking your arse, Potter," Draco said, smirking at his husband's frustration. He concentrated on moving slowly so he could feel every moment as he pushed inside. He leaned forward, holding his husband in place.
Harry knew Draco was going to do this slowly, especially since Harry had called him an arse because of it. He waited, moving his feet again. It felt very, very good, so good that Harry always felt like he needed it Right. At. That. Moment. He needed to feel every bit of Draco before he screamed.
Draco pulled out as slowly as he has slid in, moaning at the feel of Harry's body pulsing around his cock. He stopped just before the head would have slid free.
"Shit," Harry groaned, drawing the word out as he pressed his face into one of his arms.
Draco grabbed both of Harry's hips, still pressing him down to keep him from moving. He flexed his hips, sliding deep in one quick motion. Then he stopped, feeling the other man's body react.
Harry gasped and groaned loudly, and even louder when Draco didn't pull back as quickly as he'd pressed in - fuck, he didn't even pull back at all. "Fuck!" he shouted, pulling tighter at the covers.
Draco grinned, and then began another slow slide almost out, pausing only briefly before plunging forward again and holding the position.
"Draco!" Harry groaned. "You are driving me mad!" He was beginning to sweat a bit and his face was still pressed into his arm.
"You said long and hard." Draco smirked. "There was nothing about it being fast." He knew this was torture for his husband and was quite enjoying making him squirm and beg. He slid out again, slowly, and then, to be particularly annoying, slowly forward again.
Harry made another pitiful noise that he probably would not have made without a cock shoved in his arse. "I'll do anything you want," he said, "just please fuck me."
"I am fucking you," Draco said in a reasonable tone that he shouldn't have been able to manage with his cock in his lover. He leaned in, over his husband’s body. "You may have raw power, my love," he said, "but I have patience and stamina."
Harry clenched his teeth. "I don't care what the hell you have right now," he said. "All I care about is that thick cock in my arse and the fact that it's stationary."
"Feels good, deep inside you," Draco purred. "I could do this all night." He flexed his hips again, pulling out and then back in, then stopping.
Harry groaned as Draco moved, but growled when he stopped. "How about we do it all night multiple times?" he whined.
That got a deep chuckle from the blond, who did indeed begin to move again. He began to set a slow, but at least moving, pace of slow deep strokes inside his lover.
Well, it was definitely better, Harry just wished he could push back, but he would take what he could get. "Mmm, fuck yes," he whispered as Draco went deep.
Draco'd had fun teasing his husband, but now he lost himself in the sensation of fucking him. He rocked in and out, eyes closed as he breathed in time with his movements.
Harry was breathing heavily with Draco, at least able to move when he was pushed into. He glanced over his shoulder, watching Draco fuck him.
Draco's head was bowed forward, hair falling around his face. He began to thrust faster, pressing hard into Harry on each forward move. He was working up a sweat, breathing more ragged, but still keeping the rhythm.
Harry cried out. "Oh, fuck yeah, Draco! So fucking good. Fucking me so good," he babbled.
Draco's hands on Harry's hips dug in for a better grip on his increasingly slick skin and he began to thrust very hard, pressing his lover into the mattress with every movement.
Harry tried to string a few more words together, but all he managed was, "Pound me! Yeah!" and "God!" with a few "Fuck!"s thrown in.
Draco was panting, his hair clinging to his face as he thrust harder and faster into his husband. Harry's magic was crackling over his skin, and as much as he was trying to hold back, Draco knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer.
Harry shouted very loudly one last time before his orgasm exploded out of him without warning, making his eyes widen and taking his breath away.
Draco staggered at the wave of magic coursing over and through him. The only thing that kept him from falling was that he was holding on tightly to Harry's hips. He threw himself forward, burying himself inside Harry as his body shuddered, spilling himself deep.
Harry jolted forward as Draco came, panting like he had never drawn breath before. Pleasure flooded his body, bringing that wonderful sense of wholeness.
Draco collapsed on top of Harry, panting and shaking. "Gods," was all he managed after a minute of breathing.
Harry smiled and nodded, without really having anything to nod about. He sighed happily.
Draco felt boneless, draped over his husband. He opened his eyes and was startled to find another pair of eyes looking into his. The small grey beast was on the bed, inches away from his face and with its hackles raised. It growled low. Draco chuckled.
Harry turned his head at the noise and saw the cat staring at Draco in its defensive position. He laughed quietly. "I thought we put him in the box," he said, voice a bit hoarse from all the shouting.
"Apparently," Draco said, still panting, "he can get out." The blond arched an eyebrow at the beast, which was staring threateningly at Harry. It growled again.
"Perhaps he thinks we were fighting," Harry mused, raising an eyebrow as well.
"I believe he thinks he is protecting me," Draco said with a smirk.
"You!" Harry said in mock-indignance. "I'm the one pinned to the bed!"
"Yeah, the bloke who just did enough magic to light up a small city." Draco chuckled. "Do you have any idea what you can do?"
Harry raised his eyebrows. "All I did was have a bloody fantastic orgasm," he said.
That set Draco to laughing and gasping. The cat growled at Harry, thrashing its tail.
"I am terribly sorry," Harry said to the cat, "for having a fantastic orgasm. I will try to hold myself back when you are in the room."
That only made Draco laugh harder, and the cat looked confused.
Harry laughed because Draco was laughing. "What's so funny?" he asked him.
Draco continued to laugh a bit longer and then finally got himself calmed down. He reached his right hand out to the kitten, who sniffed and then licked it. After a minute of scratching under his chin, the cat was purring.
Harry huffed slightly. "You know," he said, "you're crushing me. And what was so funny?"
Draco groaned as he pulled back and then slid sideways to lie beside his husband. The cat moved forward and began rubbing against the blond's hair. "You, you git." He chuckled.
Harry propped his head up on his hand. "Well, whatever I did, I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said with an amused smile.
Draco smiled gently at Harry, his eyes alight with his feelings. "You are bloody amazing," he whispered. "Even after everything that has happened, you still don't realise how powerful you are, do you?"
Harry shrugged. "Well, I've noticed I can strip quicker," he teased.
Draco rolled his eyes, still smiling. "All that power and it’s still all about sex," he said with a chuckle, happy with that.
"Hey, it's what I learnt it for, isn't it?" Harry said with a small snort.
"Indeed," the blond answered, leaning forward to kiss him.
Chapter Title: Life Open to Possibilities
Words: 3618 Words
Harry sat close to Draco on one of the Gryffindor sofas, Ron and Hermione very close on another. Neville and Luna were in armchairs and Ginny was sprawled on her back on the floor. It felt almost exactly like the final nights of sixth year - besides the fact that Harry was holding his sleeping son, Draco was holding their sleeping cat, there was a Ravenclaw in their midst, and of course, they all felt quite a bit happier and safer than they had then. They would be leaving to go back to the Manor tomorrow, Harry, Draco, Ron and Hermione anyway. Ginny would be going back to the Burrow with her parents and Neville and Luna were going their own ways.
"What are you going to do with yourself, Neville?" Ginny asked sleepily, stifling a yawn. "Anything planned?"
"There's this research project that's going to be studying magical plants around the world," he said. "I've been accepted to be on the team."
Harry smiled. "That's great, Neville," he said.
"Yes, I bet you'll do wonderfully," said Hermione, smiling also.
"No one needs to ask what you two are doing," said Ginny with a grin to Hermione and Ron. "When are you going to do the wedding then?"
"Well, I haven't even told my mother yet," said Hermione, beaming. "So that's first."
Ron smiled happily and perhaps a bit smugly beside her.
"Well, none of us have taken N.E.W.T.s yet," Draco said. "But we have been a bit preoccupied. I have been thinking of getting more involved in the Malfoy estate investments. Maybe in some of the rebuilding projects."
"Eh, who needs N.E.W.T.s when you're married to a millionaire?" Harry teased.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him and shook her head amusedly. "That could be good," she said to Draco. "I still don't know what I'd like to do career-wise."
"Have you considered politics?" Draco smiled. "We certainly still need the laws about Muggles and Magical Creatures reformed."
Hermione smiled. "Well, I did want to go further with S.P.E.W. Perhaps that would be a good way."
Ron shook his head amusedly this time.
"Fossey didn't want to betray us," Draco said, "but she actually belonged to Macnair. She didn't have a choice. And most of the werewolves joined Voldemort because of the way the wizarding world treats them."
Hermione nodded seriously. "It's ridiculous," she said. "Look at Remus. He's far more human than wolf and he can't find work because of the prejudices."
"Fossey belonged to Macnair?" Harry interrupted, that piece of information new to him. "Then why was she serving in the Manor?"
"Because my father allowed it. Since Macnair spent so much time with him, he had his own elf in the Manor," Draco said. "I didn't know about it, and the wards aren't really set to keep out house-elves."
"Were any of the other elves involved in it?" asked Ron.
"Yes," Draco answered. "Two others, all belonging to friends of my father's and controlled through them by Voldemort. That's how the prisoners got out at the Manor. The spy was never Fleur or any of us."
"And it figures," said Harry. "Out of all the house-elves we could have taken with us, we took one of the ones belonging to Death Eaters."
The kitten in Draco's lap stretched and he rubbed its belly. "The wizarding world takes them for granted," he said. "Voldemort was good at exploiting prejudices."
"All the more reason for them to at least have their very own department," said Hermione. "Or at least a sub-division in the department already set up for magical creatures."
Draco smiled, enjoying watching Hermione get excited about the topic and Ron squirm about it.
Hermione looked at Ron and shook her head at him. "I suppose this will be something I'll be doing on my own?" she said.
"I fully support whatever you want to do," said Ron. "I simply have no interest in the elves. I mean, I suppose I can agree that they need something, it's just something I wouldn't want to run."
"What is it that you'd like to do?" asked Luna.
"I haven't the foggiest," Ron answered.
"What about Quidditch?" Draco asked, only smirking a bit.
Ron raised an eyebrow. "You're suggesting I play Quidditch?" he asked.
"Hey, Weasley is our king," said Ginny with a grin.
Harry snorted. "We did turn that song around," he said.
Draco smiled at Ginny, happy that his little song was remembered. "You could play or you could work with teams in some other way." He shrugged.
"It'd be quite cool," said Ron, nodding. "Actually, it'd be pretty fantastic."
"I can agree with that one," said Harry. "It would be pretty cool."
"You know, I've always sort of wanted to get into a broomstick business," said Ron. "You know, like Nimbus or Firebolt, only, I'd want to start my own. That'd be brilliant. Hey - and then you could play, Harry, and promote me."
Harry laughed.
Draco was not sure he wanted his husband to be any more in the public eye than he already was, but he held his tongue. "Luna," he said, "what are your plans?"
"Well, I have another year of school," she said, "but then I think I'd like to keep running the Quibbler. Dad would have wanted it and no one else is going to publish the truth."
Harry smiled bemusedly. "I suppose you would be quite cut out for that," he said.
She smiled dreamily at him.
Draco smiled at Harry and the sleeping child in his lap. He yawed and then smirked at his husband. "Well, we are heading back to the Manor in the morning," he said. "We should get to bed."
Harry smiled and nodded, stretching his legs before getting carefully to his feet. He grinned at his friends. He didn't tell them they were brilliant, or amazing, or fantastic. They knew that already, and it wasn't like he didn't have the rest of his life to tell them things like that. Merlin, he loved thinking that. He had the rest of his life and he wasn't worried that it would be over tomorrow.
"Night," he said simply.
"Night," they mostly said in unison, and Harry could almost tell they were thinking what he was thinking.
Draco got up and moved the kitten to rest on his shoulder and then reached for his husband's hand. Valen only squirmed a little as they made their way up the stairs and into their old tower room.
Harry laid the baby gently in the cot they had Transfigured before he simply stripped himself with a twitch of his fingers and fell onto the bed.
Draco gasped, watching his husband casually use more magic than most wizards would ever possess, just to strip for bed. He set the kitten in a little box they had for it. He set his wand beside the bed and looked down at the naked man lying there.
Harry smiled up at Draco and put his hands behind his head. "Getting in? Or are you going to stand there and stare at me?"
Draco's eyes swept over his gorgeous husband and he smiled, slowly beginning to undress. He made a show of unbuttoning his shirt while he watched Harry.
Harry's eyes glittered as he watched Draco undress, following his every movement. He reached a hand down to slowly grasp his own cock, squeezing and giving it a few pulls.
Draco whimpered as he watched Harry touch himself. He finished his shirt, no longer taking his time.
Harry licked his lips, waiting for Draco as he continued to toss off in front of him, his cock getting harder by the second.
Draco's breathing sped up and he tore off his trousers and underwear, leaving his silver hand in place and using both hands to reach for his husband as he got in bed. He grabbed Harry's wrists, pulling them away from his cock and over his head, pinning his husband under his own body.
Harry gasped quietly, arching up a bit. "Something you want?" he asked huskily, staring up at Draco.
"You have become a tease, Potter," Draco drawled.
"Have I?" Harry said, acting as though he had never heard of such a thing.
"Yes," Draco hissed, rubbing his arse on Harry's erection as he leaned forward, capturing his husband's bottom lip with his teeth.
Harry moaned at the teeth and the rubbing, arching his hips up again.
Draco sucked Harry's lip, still holding his hands as he continued to grind his body against him.
Harry let out a strangled-sounding cry, his muscles taut as he rocked with and against Draco, his eyes shut.
Draco released Harry's mouth and grinned down at him. "Do you want something, Potter?" he smirked.
Harry opened his eyes again and stared up into Draco's face. "I'm the tease?" he said breathlessly.
Draco grinned. "Yes," he said. "I asked you a question." He rotated his hips again, enjoying the feel of his husband's body under him.
"Yes," Harry said lowly, thrusting up. "You know I do."
"Oh, and what is that?" Draco smirked, leaning forward and nibbling on his husband's jaw.
Harry growled with lust and frustration. "To fuck," he said. "I don't care, I just want to fuck." He raised his chin a bit, trying to get more of Draco's mouth, more of anything.
Draco began to bite his way along Harry's jaw until he reached his ear, biting the lobe and then licking along the edge.
Harry let out a moan that was like a whine, his feet and legs moving restlessly.
"You are so hot," Draco whispered. "I could never resist you for long. I want to spread you and fuck you, long and hard."
"Fuck," Harry said, eyelids fluttering as he tried to keep them from falling closed. "Yeah, long and hard," he readily agreed.
"So the question is," Draco whispered in his ear, "how long can you hold out?"
Harry raised an eyebrow and licked his lips. "As long as you want me to," he said huskily.
Draco chuckled, biting Harry's neck below his ear. "Good."
Harry hissed and then moaned, grinding up into Draco, unable to stop himself from doing so.
Draco bit and sucked, leaving a dark mark before moving down to leave another just below it.
"I thought you were going to fuck me," Harry breathed, "not suck my neck, even though that is - mmm - rather enjoyable."
"So impatient," Draco hissed, leaving a third mark. Then he released his husband's wrists and rolled off the bed. He stood looking down at him, hands on his hips.
Harry's eyes widened almost comically. He sat up. "What are you doing?!" he asked, terribly aroused and very untouched.
Draco chuckled, his cock bobbing as he did. He Summoned his wand and cast a Silencing Charm on Valen's cot. He raised an eyebrow. "Come and get it then," he sneered.
"I thought you were fucking me," Harry said, scooting the tiniest bit towards the edge of the bed.
"Come here," Draco said, still smirking.
Intrigued, Harry moved off the bed and stood next to Draco, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Bend over and spread your legs," Draco purred.
"Ah," Harry said slowly, flushing with pleasure, "is that what you want?" He made a show of stretching himself across the bed, pressing his arse up a bit so that his back was arched.
"Yes, very nice," Draco said, licking his lips. He set his wand atop the mattress and laid his hands on his lover's arse, squeezing. "I love seeing you like this, eager and waiting for me," he whispered, stepping closer so that he stood between his husband's legs.
Harry's cock twitched when Draco touched him. "Very eager, and very much waiting," he said, emphasising the "waiting" just a tad.
Draco chuckled and released his husband's arse. "Reach back and cast the Lube Spell on yourself," he said.
"Bit of a voyeur today?" Harry asked, licking his lips as he very quickly cast the spell and reached behind himself to rub at his own entrance.
"Yes," Draco said, sighing. "Now hold yourself spread for me."
Harry reached both hands back and grasped his arse cheeks, heart beating quicker.
"Gods," Draco gasped, reaching down to fondle his lover's balls with his right hand while he slid a single silver fingertip against his entrance.
Harry gasped quietly and moved into both of Draco's hands. "Mmm, I want you to fuck me," he said.
"Beg me," Draco said, sliding the silver finger in very slowly.
Harry groaned and whined pitifully. "Please, Draco, please," he said, trying to move back against the finger.
Draco chuckled. "Beg, not whine," he said. "Where's that infamous dirty mouth now?" He thrust the finger inside.
"Still here," Harry gasped, wanting to be fucked very badly. Perhaps using his "infamous dirty mouth" would speed Draco up. "I want your dripping cock inside me, fucking me good. So fucking good. Please, Draco."
Draco laughed again at his sexy husband and slid the finger out. He used the lube on the finger to stroke his own cock for a moment and then pressed the head against Harry's entrance. He brought his right hand up and laid it in the small of Harry's back, pressing down so that he could not move to push back onto him. Then he slowly began to slide into him.
"Mm, fuck yeah," Harry groaned, and then realised he could not push back and groaned some more, frustrated. "Fuck, you're such an arse," he said, clenching the blankets to try to relieve his need to make Draco sink into him faster. He'd forgotten that he'd told Draco he would last as long as he wanted.
"Fucking your arse, Potter," Draco said, smirking at his husband's frustration. He concentrated on moving slowly so he could feel every moment as he pushed inside. He leaned forward, holding his husband in place.
Harry knew Draco was going to do this slowly, especially since Harry had called him an arse because of it. He waited, moving his feet again. It felt very, very good, so good that Harry always felt like he needed it Right. At. That. Moment. He needed to feel every bit of Draco before he screamed.
Draco pulled out as slowly as he has slid in, moaning at the feel of Harry's body pulsing around his cock. He stopped just before the head would have slid free.
"Shit," Harry groaned, drawing the word out as he pressed his face into one of his arms.
Draco grabbed both of Harry's hips, still pressing him down to keep him from moving. He flexed his hips, sliding deep in one quick motion. Then he stopped, feeling the other man's body react.
Harry gasped and groaned loudly, and even louder when Draco didn't pull back as quickly as he'd pressed in - fuck, he didn't even pull back at all. "Fuck!" he shouted, pulling tighter at the covers.
Draco grinned, and then began another slow slide almost out, pausing only briefly before plunging forward again and holding the position.
"Draco!" Harry groaned. "You are driving me mad!" He was beginning to sweat a bit and his face was still pressed into his arm.
"You said long and hard." Draco smirked. "There was nothing about it being fast." He knew this was torture for his husband and was quite enjoying making him squirm and beg. He slid out again, slowly, and then, to be particularly annoying, slowly forward again.
Harry made another pitiful noise that he probably would not have made without a cock shoved in his arse. "I'll do anything you want," he said, "just please fuck me."
"I am fucking you," Draco said in a reasonable tone that he shouldn't have been able to manage with his cock in his lover. He leaned in, over his husband’s body. "You may have raw power, my love," he said, "but I have patience and stamina."
Harry clenched his teeth. "I don't care what the hell you have right now," he said. "All I care about is that thick cock in my arse and the fact that it's stationary."
"Feels good, deep inside you," Draco purred. "I could do this all night." He flexed his hips again, pulling out and then back in, then stopping.
Harry groaned as Draco moved, but growled when he stopped. "How about we do it all night multiple times?" he whined.
That got a deep chuckle from the blond, who did indeed begin to move again. He began to set a slow, but at least moving, pace of slow deep strokes inside his lover.
Well, it was definitely better, Harry just wished he could push back, but he would take what he could get. "Mmm, fuck yes," he whispered as Draco went deep.
Draco'd had fun teasing his husband, but now he lost himself in the sensation of fucking him. He rocked in and out, eyes closed as he breathed in time with his movements.
Harry was breathing heavily with Draco, at least able to move when he was pushed into. He glanced over his shoulder, watching Draco fuck him.
Draco's head was bowed forward, hair falling around his face. He began to thrust faster, pressing hard into Harry on each forward move. He was working up a sweat, breathing more ragged, but still keeping the rhythm.
Harry cried out. "Oh, fuck yeah, Draco! So fucking good. Fucking me so good," he babbled.
Draco's hands on Harry's hips dug in for a better grip on his increasingly slick skin and he began to thrust very hard, pressing his lover into the mattress with every movement.
Harry tried to string a few more words together, but all he managed was, "Pound me! Yeah!" and "God!" with a few "Fuck!"s thrown in.
Draco was panting, his hair clinging to his face as he thrust harder and faster into his husband. Harry's magic was crackling over his skin, and as much as he was trying to hold back, Draco knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer.
Harry shouted very loudly one last time before his orgasm exploded out of him without warning, making his eyes widen and taking his breath away.
Draco staggered at the wave of magic coursing over and through him. The only thing that kept him from falling was that he was holding on tightly to Harry's hips. He threw himself forward, burying himself inside Harry as his body shuddered, spilling himself deep.
Harry jolted forward as Draco came, panting like he had never drawn breath before. Pleasure flooded his body, bringing that wonderful sense of wholeness.
Draco collapsed on top of Harry, panting and shaking. "Gods," was all he managed after a minute of breathing.
Harry smiled and nodded, without really having anything to nod about. He sighed happily.
Draco felt boneless, draped over his husband. He opened his eyes and was startled to find another pair of eyes looking into his. The small grey beast was on the bed, inches away from his face and with its hackles raised. It growled low. Draco chuckled.
Harry turned his head at the noise and saw the cat staring at Draco in its defensive position. He laughed quietly. "I thought we put him in the box," he said, voice a bit hoarse from all the shouting.
"Apparently," Draco said, still panting, "he can get out." The blond arched an eyebrow at the beast, which was staring threateningly at Harry. It growled again.
"Perhaps he thinks we were fighting," Harry mused, raising an eyebrow as well.
"I believe he thinks he is protecting me," Draco said with a smirk.
"You!" Harry said in mock-indignance. "I'm the one pinned to the bed!"
"Yeah, the bloke who just did enough magic to light up a small city." Draco chuckled. "Do you have any idea what you can do?"
Harry raised his eyebrows. "All I did was have a bloody fantastic orgasm," he said.
That set Draco to laughing and gasping. The cat growled at Harry, thrashing its tail.
"I am terribly sorry," Harry said to the cat, "for having a fantastic orgasm. I will try to hold myself back when you are in the room."
That only made Draco laugh harder, and the cat looked confused.
Harry laughed because Draco was laughing. "What's so funny?" he asked him.
Draco continued to laugh a bit longer and then finally got himself calmed down. He reached his right hand out to the kitten, who sniffed and then licked it. After a minute of scratching under his chin, the cat was purring.
Harry huffed slightly. "You know," he said, "you're crushing me. And what was so funny?"
Draco groaned as he pulled back and then slid sideways to lie beside his husband. The cat moved forward and began rubbing against the blond's hair. "You, you git." He chuckled.
Harry propped his head up on his hand. "Well, whatever I did, I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said with an amused smile.
Draco smiled gently at Harry, his eyes alight with his feelings. "You are bloody amazing," he whispered. "Even after everything that has happened, you still don't realise how powerful you are, do you?"
Harry shrugged. "Well, I've noticed I can strip quicker," he teased.
Draco rolled his eyes, still smiling. "All that power and it’s still all about sex," he said with a chuckle, happy with that.
"Hey, it's what I learnt it for, isn't it?" Harry said with a small snort.
"Indeed," the blond answered, leaning forward to kiss him.