Harry Potter and The Serpent King (BP5)
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Selfish
Chapter Number/Total: 50/52
Chapter Title: Selfish
Words: 3258 Words
The morning was quiet and it was still a bit dark outside. The sun hadn't yet risen, but Harry was beginning to wake. He smiled, eyes still closed, at the feeling of Draco pressed close to him and at the small baby sounds coming from the cot beside the bed. He stretched like he did most mornings and sat up slowly, trying not to wake his husband. He moved quietly over to Valen and disturbed the sleeping kitten at his and Draco's feet. "Good morning," he whispered to their son, who didn't bother with lowering his noise level as he greeted Harry with his burbling and squeaks. Harry chuckled and reached down to pick Valen up before scooting back against the pillows to feed him.
Sredni Vashtar woke and decided that it was time to attack Harry's feet as they moved under the covers.
Harry quickly moved his feet away. "You are a beast," he told Sredni as he cradled Valen.
The cat began stalking the feet, creeping forward preparing to pounce again.
Harry watched him with a raised eyebrow, prepared to move quickly away again.
Draco reached over and picked up the small kitten by the scruff of his neck and brought it to his chest. "Hey," he said, "he's mine. You don't get to stalk him."
Harry snorted and brought Valen to his nipple, who was beginning to squirm impatiently. "Morning," he said to Draco.
Draco smiled, using his fingers to play with the kitten, who pounced his hand instead. "Morning, love," he said happily.
Harry yawned and rolled his shoulders a bit as he settled himself into his morning routine of feeding Valen. "So," he said, "do we have any plans for today?"
Draco smiled up at his lover and their baby. "Well," he said a bit sleepily, pausing to yawn. "The repairs are going good. Ron and Hermione seemed to have taken on ... supervising that," he said, smirking. It was a running joke that the newly engaged couple still argued constantly.
Harry chuckled. "I don't even think they need to get married," he joked. "It seems as though they've already been so for fifty years."
Draco nodded. "And Fleur seems to have taken over planning our holiday with the same enthusiasm as the wedding," he said, laughing.
Harry chuckled. "Yes, although I've never seen someone switch moods so fast before in my life. Bill seems to be enjoying the pregnancy." He laughed as well. "Was I that bad?"
Draco smirked. "I think I will reserve my opinion on that until after my morning fuck."
Harry laughed again. "I suppose that's answer enough," he said.
"Worth it, though," Draco said, reaching his hand up to stroke the blond hair on their son's head.
"Very worth it," Harry agreed, smiling down into big green eyes.
"Ouch!" Draco hissed suddenly, and grabbed the kitten by the scruff of the neck, holding him up to look him in the eyes. "You had better remember that I am bigger than you and can hex your fur off!" he told him, and then dumped him off the bed.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "What'd he do?" he asked amusedly.
"Bit me," Draco complained, sucking on a finger.
"Aww," Harry teased with a pouty face. "Would you like me to kiss it for you?"
"Sure," Draco said with a smirk. He held his finger up to Harry's mouth and waggled his eyebrows.
Harry raised an eyebrow and licked the finger slowly from bottom to top, eyes locked on Draco's. He sucked it into his mouth and laved the small cut with his tongue before releasing the finger and giving the cut a gentle kiss. "Better?" he asked innocently.
"Fuck," Draco said, looking down at his son to see if the child was finished suckling.
Harry chuckled darkly. "Sorry, love," he said huskily. "You'll have to wait for the other Malfoy in my life."
Draco rolled his eyes and fell back on the bed. He huffed loudly.
"Aww, Valen, you've upset Daddy Draco," Harry said quietly to the infant. "And he says I'm the impatient one." But Harry imagined the blanket would be tenting in a few minutes if he kept picturing doing wicked things with his husband inside his head.
Draco sighed but then smirked. He reached his hand under the covers and began to stroke himself.
Harry looked over at him and shook his head. "If you come while you're wanking, you're sucking me off," he said, looking down at Valen, who was still drinking happily.
"You have to fuck me," Draco reminded him, smiling dreamily.
Harry huffed. "Then I at least want to make you come," he said.
Draco smirked, lazily stroking himself still. "I think I can accept that."
"And yet you continue to toss off," Harry said. "And you're hiding it under the covers." He raised an eyebrow.
"Do you want to watch?" Draco asked.
Harry smirked a bit, that being his only answer.
Draco closed his eyes, smiling contently. He knew that the second Harry was done feeding Valen, his husband would be all over him.
Harry looked down at Valen, trying to will him to drink faster. "So you're not going to let me watch then?" he said, knowing Valen wouldn't be too much longer at least.
Draco pushed the covers down so that he lay exposed for his husband, his hand gently caressing his shaft.
Harry barely suppressed a moan as he bit his lip, watching Draco with what he knew had to be a hungry look. Valen was beginning to lose suction and Harry looked down to see his eyes drooping.
Draco smiled up at his lover, spreading his legs more so that he could see him better. Harry had the look that Draco privately thought of as The Lion.
Another few minutes passed and Valen finally fell asleep, the blanket covering Harry's lap definitely tenting. He moved as quick as he could with a sleeping infant in his arms and laid him in his cot, breathing a little heavier as he turned his gaze back to Draco.
Draco arched an eyebrow at him, still laying spread with his hand on his own cock.
Harry crawled slowly over to Draco, almost like their kitten, only much, much bigger, and hopefully, much, much sexier. "That's mine, you know," he whispered, his lips very close to Draco's as he stared into his eyes with his own half-lidded.
"Yours?" Draco asked, smiling.
"Yes," Harry replied, sliding a hand down Draco's stomach slowly as he licked his own lips, almost licking Draco's.
"And what are you going to do about it, Potter?" Draco drawled, resisting the urge to grab the man.
"Fuck you," Harry said, growling only slightly as he moved his hand down even further and placed it over Draco's.
Draco chuckled, his hand stilling and his eyes sliding over his lover's body with an appreciative gaze.
Harry touched his lips to Draco's very lightly before pulling away again. He moved Draco's hand away before he slicked his own and began stroking him. "You want to be fucked?" he whispered into his ear.
"Always," Draco whispered, trembling. Harry's touch always did this to him.
Harry smiled; it was half a smirk. "Mmm, I love what I can do to you, Draco," he whispered. "So cocky one moment and so deliciously panting the next."
"Gods, yes," Draco gasped, arching into Harry's hand while his own reached for him.
Harry's eyes slid shut as Draco touched him. "I'm going to come so fucking hard inside you," he said, thrusting a bit.
"Going to fuck me soon, I hope," Draco tried to drawl, but it came out more as a plea.
Harry released Draco's cock and moved his hand down to sink a finger into him, lightly taking the skin of Draco's neck between his teeth.
Draco threw his head back and arched his hips at the same time, using his body to beg for more.
Harry moved his finger in and out a few times, but he quickly added a second. "Fuck, your arse is so fucking good," he growled.
"Yours, all yours!" Draco gasped, his hand on Harry's cock squeezing and sliding.
Harry moaned and slicked Draco's hand on him with a twitch of his fingers, adding some more lube to his own fingers inside Draco, only because he knew what it would feel like for his husband.
Draco whimpered at the increased slick sensations and at the feeling of the magic inside him.
"Fuck," Harry growled, slipping his fingers out of Draco to move the blond's hand away from his own cock. He moved between his open legs, sliding his erection along Draco's arse to find his opening.
Draco bent his knees, reaching to hold them so that he was spread for his husband.
Harry hissed as he pushed in slightly, holding himself up with his arms as he lowered his head and torso to suck and then lick Draco's bottom lip.
Draco's eyes slid closed. He focused inward on the feeling of his lover's cock inside his body and the magic flowing over and through them. He gasped, his tongue licking out to touch Harry when he bit him.
Harry thrust his hips forward more, hissing again. "God, I fucking love sex," he groaned.
Draco chuckled, his hand coming up to grasp his husband's hair. "Harry Potter, God of Sex," he said in a husky voice, trembling as he felt his husband slide deeper.
"I love fucking you," Harry said next as he thrust in and out. "You feel so fucking good. You look so good. You even smell like fucking. Everything about you makes me so fucking hot."
Harry made Draco feel like he was the sexiest man alive. He craved every word, every touch from him. "I love you; I need you," he answered Harry, his body taking him in and holding him tight with each thrust.
Harry covered Draco's mouth with his own, twisting their tongues together as he pumped his cock in him. "You taste like sex too," he whispered.
Draco nipped at Harry's lips, pulling his hair so that he could draw Harry's mouth back down.
Harry moaned loudly, wondering if he would be able to add a little magic into his kiss. He tried to, not really able to tell if he was or not.
Draco moaned into Harry's mouth, his entire body shuddering and his hand in Harry's hair tightening to the point of pain.
Harry knew it was working then and was getting off on providing Draco pleasure, the hair-pulling unbelievably hot in a needy-oh-fuck-this-feels-so-good kind of way.
Draco began to shudder as he felt a surge in Harry's magic. He hadn't put his silver hand on, so he hung on tight with his one hand and wrapped his legs around Harry's hips.
"Oh, fuck!" Harry gasped, getting closer. "Fuck yeah, yes!"
Draco arched his entire body, crying out and shaking as he came, spilling his seed between them.
Harry came immediately afterwards, crying out and pumping his hips until he was so over-sensitive he was twitching with any movement. "Oh, fuck," he said again, a whisper this time as he rested against Draco.
Draco shuddered and moaned through their combined orgasms and the power released into his body. He legs were still locked around his lover. Harry's face was pressed alongside his and he rubbed against him, content to stay entangled as long as possible.
Harry was breathing heavily and hummed happily. "You remind me of a cat when you do that," he said quietly.
"Meow," Draco whispered, and licked his husband's ear.
Harry wondered if it was strange that he found that incredibly sexy. If he hadn't come only a minute before, he imagined his cock might have twitched.
Draco did feel like he wanted to rub every part of himself against Harry. No matter how many times they fucked, he still felt like he couldn't get enough. He craved touching, tasting and smelling his lover.
Harry took in a large breath and let it out slowly, closing his eyes and not moving. "You are so sexy," he said. "I can't believe how much sometimes."
"Good," Draco whispered, "because every part of me wants you." He carded his fingers through Harry's thick locks and breathed in the scent of him and sex.
"I imagine I'm the luckiest man in the world," Harry whispered, "when someone like you wants me."
Draco huffed. "You are the most powerful wizard in the world, Harry," he reminded him.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Am I?" he said, slightly amused.
"You can do wandless, nonverbal magic and destroyed the Dark Lord with your feelings," Draco said in an exasperated but amused tone.
Harry smiled a bit. "Well, all right," he said. "If I'm the most powerful wizard in the world, good. Because I suppose that means I make a very good lover for someone like you." He smirked and rolled his eyes a tiny bit.
"Someone like me?" Draco asked.
Harry snorted. "A sensitive. Fitting that 'the most powerful wizard in the world' would end up with a sensitive."
"Well, that makes me the luckiest sensitive in the world," Draco said with a sigh, squeezing Harry tight for a moment.
Harry snorted again. "I suppose," he said, enjoying the feeling of Draco holding him.
Draco let his legs slide down his lover's body until they rested with his feet still hooked around Harry's thighs. "Let's stay in bed and fuck all day," he suggested.
Harry grinned widely and waggled his eyebrows a few times. "Sounds good to me," he said
Draco would have been content to stay where he was but then he suddenly jerked. "Bloody cat is licking my toes," he complained.
Harry sighed, having been intending to lie on top of Draco until they were ready to fuck again, but he rolled off him and placed hands behind his head, crossing his legs and watching Draco and the cat. "Perhaps it's because you're full of magic," he said.
"Then why isn't he licking your toes?" Draco complained, pulling his foot away from the kitten. "Come here, you little fuzzy git," he said to the beast.
Harry shrugged, touching Draco's come on his belly before cleaning it off with a charm. He was silent and content, watching his husband for a bit. "You reckon we'll fuck like we do forever?" he asked.
"I hope so," Draco said, petting the kitten who had settled down on his chest. He was sticky and he could feel himself slick with Harry's seed inside, but he didn't much care at the moment.
"Even when we're really old?" Harry asked. "I mean, 'cause I've seen some old blokes. I can't imagine them getting it on too often." He snorted.
Draco chuckled. "I intend to die fucking you," he said, sighing again.
Harry raised his eyebrows and mimicked an old man's voice and shaky movements. "I bet that one knocked yeh dead, eh, Draco?" he said with a laugh, and then in his own voice, "I don't think I would appreciate that too much."
The blond rolled his eyes but did laugh slightly. "Better than the alternative," he said.
Harry's face fell the slightest bit. He knew what Draco was talking about. "Not saying that this would ever happen to me," he joked, "but don't some old men have trouble getting it up? Or even ... moving period?"
"The binding promise made it so you can fuck me all day if you want," Draco said, smiling. "I think you have proven that a few times."
"Yeah, I guess," Harry said with a smile of his own. "What if I ... die before you?"
"Then the problem is solved," Draco said, looking up at the familiar "H" on the underside of the canopy.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" he said.
Draco huffed. "Do you really want to know?" he asked.
"But then you'd die if I did," Harry said, frowning.
"Exactly," Draco said as if it were the perfect answer.
Harry couldn't really argue, because he could see himself wanting the same thing. "So we're never going to change the sexual thing with our binding?" he said. "Because we were ... but never did."
Draco sighed, opening his eyes and turning to look at Harry. "Have I ever said I wanted to change it?" he asked.
"You looked stuff up on binding," Harry said. "Remember? We were going to change it because it was possible that we could get separated."
"Yes, you told me to look it up and I did," Draco said, smiling. "You said you wanted to change it. I never said I did."
Harry sighed and shook his head. "What if I die while I'm not an old man?" he said. "Anything's possible."
"Truth?" Draco smiled.
"What?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow again.
Draco closed his eyes, trying to decide if he really should tell Harry. He took a deep breath. "The truth is that I am a manipulative, selfish, Slytherin prat," he said. "I have what I want and I have no intention of giving it up."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Harry asked. "Well, I know you're a manipulative, selfish, Slytherin prat, but what is it that you have no intention of giving up?"
Draco chuckled, and the disgruntled kitten hopped off to go sleep at the foot of the bed. The blond rolled on his side facing his husband and looked at those emerald eyes. "You," he said. "I wanted you all those years and you ignored me. Now you can't."
Harry actually laughed at that. "Do you really think I could ever ignore you," he said, "even if it wasn't for the binding? We do fuck at least three times a day, Draco. And we only need to fuck once a day."
Draco was suddenly serious. "I've seen it happen," he said quietly. "This way you can never leave me. Never ignore me."
Harry frowned a bit and rolled on his side to face Draco as well. "I've never ignored you, have I?" he said, feeling bad if he had. He tried to think of what Draco could mean by having seen it happen.
Draco thought of those early days after the binding when Harry had been so stressed out. "Not yet," he said, "but I couldn't live with it if you did. I don't want to. If you ever stopped loving me, I would rather die. This way, I don't even have to make that choice and you know it is true, not just some threat."
"Draco, I could never stop loving you," Harry chided quietly, moving closer to Draco. "Never ever. I never will."
"Good. Then it isn't a problem," Draco said, leaning forward to kiss Harry.
Harry met Draco's lips with his own and stroked his hair gently. "What if you stopped loving me?" he said. "You'd be stuck getting fucked by a bloke you didn't want."
"Not going to happen," Draco said, hand reaching out to stroke his husband's chest.
Harry sighed, kissing Draco softly again. "What about Valen?" he said. "What if I die? What would happen to him?"
"You aren't going to die for a very long time, Harry Potter," Draco said, smiling and nuzzling him.
"I suppose I'd like to agree with that," Harry said quietly, smiling gently.
"I know it's true, because you promised me." Draco grinned.
Harry chuckled. "Did I?" he said.
"You said that if you killed Voldemort, you would grow old with me," Draco said, licking his husband's lips.
"Ah, of course," Harry whispered, smiling gently still.
Chapter Title: Selfish
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The morning was quiet and it was still a bit dark outside. The sun hadn't yet risen, but Harry was beginning to wake. He smiled, eyes still closed, at the feeling of Draco pressed close to him and at the small baby sounds coming from the cot beside the bed. He stretched like he did most mornings and sat up slowly, trying not to wake his husband. He moved quietly over to Valen and disturbed the sleeping kitten at his and Draco's feet. "Good morning," he whispered to their son, who didn't bother with lowering his noise level as he greeted Harry with his burbling and squeaks. Harry chuckled and reached down to pick Valen up before scooting back against the pillows to feed him.
Sredni Vashtar woke and decided that it was time to attack Harry's feet as they moved under the covers.
Harry quickly moved his feet away. "You are a beast," he told Sredni as he cradled Valen.
The cat began stalking the feet, creeping forward preparing to pounce again.
Harry watched him with a raised eyebrow, prepared to move quickly away again.
Draco reached over and picked up the small kitten by the scruff of his neck and brought it to his chest. "Hey," he said, "he's mine. You don't get to stalk him."
Harry snorted and brought Valen to his nipple, who was beginning to squirm impatiently. "Morning," he said to Draco.
Draco smiled, using his fingers to play with the kitten, who pounced his hand instead. "Morning, love," he said happily.
Harry yawned and rolled his shoulders a bit as he settled himself into his morning routine of feeding Valen. "So," he said, "do we have any plans for today?"
Draco smiled up at his lover and their baby. "Well," he said a bit sleepily, pausing to yawn. "The repairs are going good. Ron and Hermione seemed to have taken on ... supervising that," he said, smirking. It was a running joke that the newly engaged couple still argued constantly.
Harry chuckled. "I don't even think they need to get married," he joked. "It seems as though they've already been so for fifty years."
Draco nodded. "And Fleur seems to have taken over planning our holiday with the same enthusiasm as the wedding," he said, laughing.
Harry chuckled. "Yes, although I've never seen someone switch moods so fast before in my life. Bill seems to be enjoying the pregnancy." He laughed as well. "Was I that bad?"
Draco smirked. "I think I will reserve my opinion on that until after my morning fuck."
Harry laughed again. "I suppose that's answer enough," he said.
"Worth it, though," Draco said, reaching his hand up to stroke the blond hair on their son's head.
"Very worth it," Harry agreed, smiling down into big green eyes.
"Ouch!" Draco hissed suddenly, and grabbed the kitten by the scruff of the neck, holding him up to look him in the eyes. "You had better remember that I am bigger than you and can hex your fur off!" he told him, and then dumped him off the bed.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "What'd he do?" he asked amusedly.
"Bit me," Draco complained, sucking on a finger.
"Aww," Harry teased with a pouty face. "Would you like me to kiss it for you?"
"Sure," Draco said with a smirk. He held his finger up to Harry's mouth and waggled his eyebrows.
Harry raised an eyebrow and licked the finger slowly from bottom to top, eyes locked on Draco's. He sucked it into his mouth and laved the small cut with his tongue before releasing the finger and giving the cut a gentle kiss. "Better?" he asked innocently.
"Fuck," Draco said, looking down at his son to see if the child was finished suckling.
Harry chuckled darkly. "Sorry, love," he said huskily. "You'll have to wait for the other Malfoy in my life."
Draco rolled his eyes and fell back on the bed. He huffed loudly.
"Aww, Valen, you've upset Daddy Draco," Harry said quietly to the infant. "And he says I'm the impatient one." But Harry imagined the blanket would be tenting in a few minutes if he kept picturing doing wicked things with his husband inside his head.
Draco sighed but then smirked. He reached his hand under the covers and began to stroke himself.
Harry looked over at him and shook his head. "If you come while you're wanking, you're sucking me off," he said, looking down at Valen, who was still drinking happily.
"You have to fuck me," Draco reminded him, smiling dreamily.
Harry huffed. "Then I at least want to make you come," he said.
Draco smirked, lazily stroking himself still. "I think I can accept that."
"And yet you continue to toss off," Harry said. "And you're hiding it under the covers." He raised an eyebrow.
"Do you want to watch?" Draco asked.
Harry smirked a bit, that being his only answer.
Draco closed his eyes, smiling contently. He knew that the second Harry was done feeding Valen, his husband would be all over him.
Harry looked down at Valen, trying to will him to drink faster. "So you're not going to let me watch then?" he said, knowing Valen wouldn't be too much longer at least.
Draco pushed the covers down so that he lay exposed for his husband, his hand gently caressing his shaft.
Harry barely suppressed a moan as he bit his lip, watching Draco with what he knew had to be a hungry look. Valen was beginning to lose suction and Harry looked down to see his eyes drooping.
Draco smiled up at his lover, spreading his legs more so that he could see him better. Harry had the look that Draco privately thought of as The Lion.
Another few minutes passed and Valen finally fell asleep, the blanket covering Harry's lap definitely tenting. He moved as quick as he could with a sleeping infant in his arms and laid him in his cot, breathing a little heavier as he turned his gaze back to Draco.
Draco arched an eyebrow at him, still laying spread with his hand on his own cock.
Harry crawled slowly over to Draco, almost like their kitten, only much, much bigger, and hopefully, much, much sexier. "That's mine, you know," he whispered, his lips very close to Draco's as he stared into his eyes with his own half-lidded.
"Yours?" Draco asked, smiling.
"Yes," Harry replied, sliding a hand down Draco's stomach slowly as he licked his own lips, almost licking Draco's.
"And what are you going to do about it, Potter?" Draco drawled, resisting the urge to grab the man.
"Fuck you," Harry said, growling only slightly as he moved his hand down even further and placed it over Draco's.
Draco chuckled, his hand stilling and his eyes sliding over his lover's body with an appreciative gaze.
Harry touched his lips to Draco's very lightly before pulling away again. He moved Draco's hand away before he slicked his own and began stroking him. "You want to be fucked?" he whispered into his ear.
"Always," Draco whispered, trembling. Harry's touch always did this to him.
Harry smiled; it was half a smirk. "Mmm, I love what I can do to you, Draco," he whispered. "So cocky one moment and so deliciously panting the next."
"Gods, yes," Draco gasped, arching into Harry's hand while his own reached for him.
Harry's eyes slid shut as Draco touched him. "I'm going to come so fucking hard inside you," he said, thrusting a bit.
"Going to fuck me soon, I hope," Draco tried to drawl, but it came out more as a plea.
Harry released Draco's cock and moved his hand down to sink a finger into him, lightly taking the skin of Draco's neck between his teeth.
Draco threw his head back and arched his hips at the same time, using his body to beg for more.
Harry moved his finger in and out a few times, but he quickly added a second. "Fuck, your arse is so fucking good," he growled.
"Yours, all yours!" Draco gasped, his hand on Harry's cock squeezing and sliding.
Harry moaned and slicked Draco's hand on him with a twitch of his fingers, adding some more lube to his own fingers inside Draco, only because he knew what it would feel like for his husband.
Draco whimpered at the increased slick sensations and at the feeling of the magic inside him.
"Fuck," Harry growled, slipping his fingers out of Draco to move the blond's hand away from his own cock. He moved between his open legs, sliding his erection along Draco's arse to find his opening.
Draco bent his knees, reaching to hold them so that he was spread for his husband.
Harry hissed as he pushed in slightly, holding himself up with his arms as he lowered his head and torso to suck and then lick Draco's bottom lip.
Draco's eyes slid closed. He focused inward on the feeling of his lover's cock inside his body and the magic flowing over and through them. He gasped, his tongue licking out to touch Harry when he bit him.
Harry thrust his hips forward more, hissing again. "God, I fucking love sex," he groaned.
Draco chuckled, his hand coming up to grasp his husband's hair. "Harry Potter, God of Sex," he said in a husky voice, trembling as he felt his husband slide deeper.
"I love fucking you," Harry said next as he thrust in and out. "You feel so fucking good. You look so good. You even smell like fucking. Everything about you makes me so fucking hot."
Harry made Draco feel like he was the sexiest man alive. He craved every word, every touch from him. "I love you; I need you," he answered Harry, his body taking him in and holding him tight with each thrust.
Harry covered Draco's mouth with his own, twisting their tongues together as he pumped his cock in him. "You taste like sex too," he whispered.
Draco nipped at Harry's lips, pulling his hair so that he could draw Harry's mouth back down.
Harry moaned loudly, wondering if he would be able to add a little magic into his kiss. He tried to, not really able to tell if he was or not.
Draco moaned into Harry's mouth, his entire body shuddering and his hand in Harry's hair tightening to the point of pain.
Harry knew it was working then and was getting off on providing Draco pleasure, the hair-pulling unbelievably hot in a needy-oh-fuck-this-feels-so-good kind of way.
Draco began to shudder as he felt a surge in Harry's magic. He hadn't put his silver hand on, so he hung on tight with his one hand and wrapped his legs around Harry's hips.
"Oh, fuck!" Harry gasped, getting closer. "Fuck yeah, yes!"
Draco arched his entire body, crying out and shaking as he came, spilling his seed between them.
Harry came immediately afterwards, crying out and pumping his hips until he was so over-sensitive he was twitching with any movement. "Oh, fuck," he said again, a whisper this time as he rested against Draco.
Draco shuddered and moaned through their combined orgasms and the power released into his body. He legs were still locked around his lover. Harry's face was pressed alongside his and he rubbed against him, content to stay entangled as long as possible.
Harry was breathing heavily and hummed happily. "You remind me of a cat when you do that," he said quietly.
"Meow," Draco whispered, and licked his husband's ear.
Harry wondered if it was strange that he found that incredibly sexy. If he hadn't come only a minute before, he imagined his cock might have twitched.
Draco did feel like he wanted to rub every part of himself against Harry. No matter how many times they fucked, he still felt like he couldn't get enough. He craved touching, tasting and smelling his lover.
Harry took in a large breath and let it out slowly, closing his eyes and not moving. "You are so sexy," he said. "I can't believe how much sometimes."
"Good," Draco whispered, "because every part of me wants you." He carded his fingers through Harry's thick locks and breathed in the scent of him and sex.
"I imagine I'm the luckiest man in the world," Harry whispered, "when someone like you wants me."
Draco huffed. "You are the most powerful wizard in the world, Harry," he reminded him.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Am I?" he said, slightly amused.
"You can do wandless, nonverbal magic and destroyed the Dark Lord with your feelings," Draco said in an exasperated but amused tone.
Harry smiled a bit. "Well, all right," he said. "If I'm the most powerful wizard in the world, good. Because I suppose that means I make a very good lover for someone like you." He smirked and rolled his eyes a tiny bit.
"Someone like me?" Draco asked.
Harry snorted. "A sensitive. Fitting that 'the most powerful wizard in the world' would end up with a sensitive."
"Well, that makes me the luckiest sensitive in the world," Draco said with a sigh, squeezing Harry tight for a moment.
Harry snorted again. "I suppose," he said, enjoying the feeling of Draco holding him.
Draco let his legs slide down his lover's body until they rested with his feet still hooked around Harry's thighs. "Let's stay in bed and fuck all day," he suggested.
Harry grinned widely and waggled his eyebrows a few times. "Sounds good to me," he said
Draco would have been content to stay where he was but then he suddenly jerked. "Bloody cat is licking my toes," he complained.
Harry sighed, having been intending to lie on top of Draco until they were ready to fuck again, but he rolled off him and placed hands behind his head, crossing his legs and watching Draco and the cat. "Perhaps it's because you're full of magic," he said.
"Then why isn't he licking your toes?" Draco complained, pulling his foot away from the kitten. "Come here, you little fuzzy git," he said to the beast.
Harry shrugged, touching Draco's come on his belly before cleaning it off with a charm. He was silent and content, watching his husband for a bit. "You reckon we'll fuck like we do forever?" he asked.
"I hope so," Draco said, petting the kitten who had settled down on his chest. He was sticky and he could feel himself slick with Harry's seed inside, but he didn't much care at the moment.
"Even when we're really old?" Harry asked. "I mean, 'cause I've seen some old blokes. I can't imagine them getting it on too often." He snorted.
Draco chuckled. "I intend to die fucking you," he said, sighing again.
Harry raised his eyebrows and mimicked an old man's voice and shaky movements. "I bet that one knocked yeh dead, eh, Draco?" he said with a laugh, and then in his own voice, "I don't think I would appreciate that too much."
The blond rolled his eyes but did laugh slightly. "Better than the alternative," he said.
Harry's face fell the slightest bit. He knew what Draco was talking about. "Not saying that this would ever happen to me," he joked, "but don't some old men have trouble getting it up? Or even ... moving period?"
"The binding promise made it so you can fuck me all day if you want," Draco said, smiling. "I think you have proven that a few times."
"Yeah, I guess," Harry said with a smile of his own. "What if I ... die before you?"
"Then the problem is solved," Draco said, looking up at the familiar "H" on the underside of the canopy.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" he said.
Draco huffed. "Do you really want to know?" he asked.
"But then you'd die if I did," Harry said, frowning.
"Exactly," Draco said as if it were the perfect answer.
Harry couldn't really argue, because he could see himself wanting the same thing. "So we're never going to change the sexual thing with our binding?" he said. "Because we were ... but never did."
Draco sighed, opening his eyes and turning to look at Harry. "Have I ever said I wanted to change it?" he asked.
"You looked stuff up on binding," Harry said. "Remember? We were going to change it because it was possible that we could get separated."
"Yes, you told me to look it up and I did," Draco said, smiling. "You said you wanted to change it. I never said I did."
Harry sighed and shook his head. "What if I die while I'm not an old man?" he said. "Anything's possible."
"Truth?" Draco smiled.
"What?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow again.
Draco closed his eyes, trying to decide if he really should tell Harry. He took a deep breath. "The truth is that I am a manipulative, selfish, Slytherin prat," he said. "I have what I want and I have no intention of giving it up."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Harry asked. "Well, I know you're a manipulative, selfish, Slytherin prat, but what is it that you have no intention of giving up?"
Draco chuckled, and the disgruntled kitten hopped off to go sleep at the foot of the bed. The blond rolled on his side facing his husband and looked at those emerald eyes. "You," he said. "I wanted you all those years and you ignored me. Now you can't."
Harry actually laughed at that. "Do you really think I could ever ignore you," he said, "even if it wasn't for the binding? We do fuck at least three times a day, Draco. And we only need to fuck once a day."
Draco was suddenly serious. "I've seen it happen," he said quietly. "This way you can never leave me. Never ignore me."
Harry frowned a bit and rolled on his side to face Draco as well. "I've never ignored you, have I?" he said, feeling bad if he had. He tried to think of what Draco could mean by having seen it happen.
Draco thought of those early days after the binding when Harry had been so stressed out. "Not yet," he said, "but I couldn't live with it if you did. I don't want to. If you ever stopped loving me, I would rather die. This way, I don't even have to make that choice and you know it is true, not just some threat."
"Draco, I could never stop loving you," Harry chided quietly, moving closer to Draco. "Never ever. I never will."
"Good. Then it isn't a problem," Draco said, leaning forward to kiss Harry.
Harry met Draco's lips with his own and stroked his hair gently. "What if you stopped loving me?" he said. "You'd be stuck getting fucked by a bloke you didn't want."
"Not going to happen," Draco said, hand reaching out to stroke his husband's chest.
Harry sighed, kissing Draco softly again. "What about Valen?" he said. "What if I die? What would happen to him?"
"You aren't going to die for a very long time, Harry Potter," Draco said, smiling and nuzzling him.
"I suppose I'd like to agree with that," Harry said quietly, smiling gently.
"I know it's true, because you promised me." Draco grinned.
Harry chuckled. "Did I?" he said.
"You said that if you killed Voldemort, you would grow old with me," Draco said, licking his husband's lips.
"Ah, of course," Harry whispered, smiling gently still.