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A Bright Future
Chapter Number/Total: 52/52
Chapter Title: A Bright Future
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Draco stood on the balcony overlooking the vineyards. They had spent a couple days in Paris and would be going back before returning to England. For now, though, they were in Southern France. The night was balmy and full of the scents of the Mediterranean. He had spent part of every summer here as a child. There were happy memories here.
Harry had just laid Valen down for sleep and joined Draco out on the balcony, leaning his elbows on the edge and looking out with a gentle smile on his face. "It's beautiful here," he said for the millionth time.
"It's almost harvest time." Draco smiled. "I got in trouble for picking and eating them before they were ripe. Only made that mistake once, though."
"Got in trouble?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
"I think punishment would have been worse, but I paid for it the natural way." Draco smiled again. "Never had a stomachache that bad before."
"Ah." Harry chuckled a bit. "I imagine that would do it."
"Mother loved this place best, you know," Draco continued.
"Did she?" Harry asked quietly, not pressing, but inviting him to say more if he wanted. Draco still never talked about his family much, and especially not after what had happened with his mother.
"She loved everything about France," he said. "If Father would have allowed it, I think she would have preferred to live here instead of England."
"Even though your ... father ... was the French one," Harry said, remembering how Narcissa had spoken to Draco in French at their wedding.
"Our ancestors are French," Draco said, "not us. We are just as English as you." He smiled at his husband. "Every time we came back from here, she would drive Father barmy complaining about the weather, the food, and just about everything in England."
"Eh, it's not so bad," Harry said with a chuckle. "Well, right now England's not looking so great. I was bloody going mad over there."
"We can stay here until things calm down a bit," Draco said.
Harry nodded. "It's nice to not have to wake up to screaming for a while," he said.
"Never did understand the point of Howlers," Draco said. "And why total strangers think they have any business telling us how to live is an even bigger mystery."
"Total strangers have been trying to tell me how to live since I got to school," Harry said with a snort. "Perhaps they think that the screaming will actually get our attention."
"Yeah, because if being at the top of the Dark Lord's hit list didn't do it, that certainly will work," Draco sneered and then shook his head. "I think they are worried that the great hero of the wizarding world likes to take it up the arse. Afraid it sets a bad example and all that rot."
Harry laughed. "Oh, no!" he exclaimed. "I saved the world but I like cock! How horrible!" He rolled his eyes. "Eh, they can take it up the arse for all I care."
Draco chuckled, wrapping his arms around his lover and leaning down to kiss him. "My hero," he whispered before pressing his lips to Harry's.
Harry smiled and kissed Draco back. "And that's all that's important to me," he said.
"So, my love," Draco smiled, "do you have any ideas of what you want for your birthday? It is only hours away."
Harry grinned. "Can I have anything I want?" he said.
Draco smiled softly, looking into his eyes. "Oh, that sounds dangerous," he said in a low, husky voice. "How could I deny you?" He smirked.
Harry waggled his eyebrows. "You simply can't," he said as huskily as Draco, smiling as well.
Draco's breathing was already speeding up as he whispered, "What do you want?"
"You," Harry whispered back, breathing across Draco's lips. "Perhaps it's too wicked for words."
That caught Draco's attention and his heart sped up even more. "Tell me," he said, swallowing.
Harry smirked a bit and leaned in close to breathe in Draco's ear. He licked the shell slowly and suggestively, his heart beating a little quick as well. "Mmm, I want you on your pretty knees, arse in the air. I want to lick you everywhere. Make it so that you’re begging for me. Then I want you tied to the bed and your legs spread so I can have you as hard as I want. I want to fuck you, but I want to come in your mouth."
Draco swore he nearly fainted just from hearing his husband talk like that. "Now?" he asked hopefully.
"But my birthday isn't for a few hours," Harry said sensibly, as if he hadn't just spoke filthy things. He leaned back and looked at Draco with only a hint of mischievousness in his eyes.
Draco's eyes narrowed. "You are evil, Mr Potter," he hissed, grabbing said evil man's arse.
"I thought I was your hero," Harry said with a smirk, clenching his arse muscles beneath Draco's hand.
Draco shut his eyes, taking several deep breaths to keep from strangling his "hero". He swallowed thickly and then opened his eyes again and tried for a calm voice. "When then?" he asked, not quite succeeding.
"On my birthday, silly," Harry said, giving Draco a very unsatisfactory peck on the lips. He was very much enjoying his affect on his husband.
"Harry," Draco tried to explain calmly, "that's several hours from now!" It didn't come out calm though. More like a whine.
"You asked me what I wanted for my birthday," Harry said, barely holding in his laugh. "And I told you. How would that be what I get on my birthday if we did it now?"
Draco's mouth opened and closed several times before he finally gave up trying to think of a reply to that. He was quiet a moment and then a slow smile spread across his face. "Anything you like, love," he said sweetly, kissing Harry on the nose.
Harry's own inside smile faltered a bit. "But, you know," he said quickly, "we could just pretend like it's my birthday right now ...."
"No, no." Draco smiled. "I wouldn't want to spoil it."
Harry narrowed his eyes slightly, still smiling though. "Oh, of course," he said.
"I think I will take a shower now." Draco smirked again, kissing his husband chastely and heading inside.
"Well, perhaps I need one too," Harry said, following him quickly.
Draco chuckled, not turning around. In the bathroom, he reached in and started the water before starting to strip.
Harry watched dazedly before he began pulling at his own clothes, distracted.
"Something wrong?" Draco asked, almost innocently as he stepped out of his clothes.
"Hmm? Oh, no. Nothing at all," Harry replied, fingers fumbling with his buttons before he simply stripped with magic. Of course, that "nothing at all" was very much visible and something indeed.
Draco smirked, pretending not to notice as he turned his back to his husband and checked the temperature on the shower. He made sure to bend a little more than was strictly necessary as he did.
Harry swallowed. "You are as much of an arsehole as the one I'm staring at," he said shamelessly, indeed staring very intently.
Draco didn't reply, trying to hide a smirk as he stepped into the large tiled enclosure and leaned back under the spray of water. He made sure to arch his back as the water streamed down his body and wet his hair.
Harry huffed, perhaps a little shakily, and climbed in behind Draco after tossing his glasses on the sink. He was tempted to shove him against the wall right then and fuck his brains out.
Draco had had to take his silver hand off when he'd gotten in the shower. He picked up the soap with his right hand and began very suggestive movements as he ran it over his chest, sighing.
"I believe that you, Mr Malfoy, are the evil one," Harry said, stepping towards Draco to press him back with his body.
Draco pretended to blink in confusion. "What's the matter, Harry?" he asked.
"I'm going to fuck you," Harry said seriously. "Right now."
Draco smirked, eyebrows raised. "Really?" he asked, setting the soap down and reaching for the shampoo as if Harry had said something about the weather.
"Yes, really," Harry said, grasping the tops of Draco's arms and turning him so that he could press in from behind him. "Really," he said again, into Draco's ear.
"Make me," Draco said, smirking and looking back over his shoulder.
"There will be no 'making'," Harry said. "I'm going to do it." He pressed Draco hard into the wall, sliding already slick fingers down between their bodies to Draco's entrance.
Draco's cock had stirred from the moment Harry declared he was going to fuck him. Now, he tried to fight his own natural reaction to spread his legs, attempting to move away instead.
"Oh, I don't even think so," Harry said, pressing harder to keep Draco put as he slipped his fingers inside him.
Draco's body trembled even as he tried to figure out how to get what he wanted. He was physically as strong as Harry but with only one arm, and in the shower, Harry did have the advantage. He moved as if to twist away.
"Not that fucking easy," Harry growled, biting Draco hard on the back of the neck and pressing the hand that wasn't occupied with Draco's arse against his back with bruising force.
"You think I am?" Draco smirked, despite the fact that the feel of his cock pressed against the tile, warm water running down his body, and Harry's hands on and in him made him nearly dizzy with desire.
"For me you are," Harry replied, licking the bite mark and contemplating making another.
"Is that an order?" Draco asked hopefully, unable to stifle a gasp at Harry's mouth on him.
"You want it to be?" Harry asked huskily, adding another finger as he pressed his teeth to Draco's skin with a bit of pressure.
"Yess," Draco hissed, answering both Harry's words and actions.
Harry smirked, not even really sure what the command would make Draco do. "Be easy for me," he said, fucking him with his fingers.
A shiver ran down Draco's body as the command forced compliance, his legs spreading and his body relaxing.
"Mmm, now isn't that much better?" Harry said with a slight sneer, pressing his hard length against Draco's arse.
"Yes," Draco gasped, bringing his arm up against the tiles, bracing himself and resting his forehead on it. He had spread his legs as far apart as he could and still stand comfortably. He arched back onto Harry's cock.
Harry slid his cock in the crack of Draco's arse, lubing it that way. He leaned back a bit to watch himself push into that tightness. "Fuck yeah, take it," he said, fighting to keep his eyes open.
Draco shivered again, Harry's magic making his body feel even greedier than usual, and he moaned loudly as he entered him.
"You look so fucking hot this way," Harry growled, grasping Draco's hips tightly and bringing him onto his cock as he pushed forward.
A long low moan escaped Draco's lips as he felt his body filled. "Hot for you," he managed between panting breaths.
"Fuck," Harry let out, finding he rather liked this side of his husband. He wondered if it was only the compulsion. He slid his hands up and down Draco's sides and hips, grasping to pull him back every time he thrust in.
Draco's moans grew louder as he completely surrendered himself to the slide of his husband's body inside his own.
Harry thought he probably could have come just from the sounds leaving Draco's lips. "Mmm, oh, fuck, yes! I know you love this. I know you love me fucking you."
"Yes, always love it, want it," Draco answered, the compulsion working him into a frenzy, abandoning control as he rotated his hips, fucking back onto Harry's cock.
Harry had never seen something so hot in his life. Fuck, Draco could move. Perhaps Harry would be able to get him to dance like this one day, well, probably not. So he made sure to enjoy it while he had it. He was so flushed with pleasure, and his stomach was doing flip-flops, and he could feel that tingling in his lower half. And oh, fucking, God, if Draco got any hotter Harry was going to explode. Not just come, but explode into a million pieces.
Harry's magic felt hot and slick, inside and out. Something about the command made it feel like his entire body was being fucked, not just his arse. Draco moaned and writhed and wondered if he would pass out from the intensity.
"Oh, FUCK!" Harry yelled, beginning to come and thrusting madly. "Oh, shit, fuck YES!" He felt blinded and probably went cross-eyed as he spurted inside of Draco, holding him tight against his cock.
It felt like Draco nearly liquefied with pleasure as Harry's orgasm brought him. He spilled his seed against the tiles.
Harry's head fell forward to rest against Draco's shoulder as he moaned with the aftershocks and panted, eyes very much closed now. He wasn't even sure if he would be able to focus them if they were open.
Draco felt completely relaxed, and probably would have slid down the tiles to the floor if Harry wasn't still pressed both inside him and against him.
"Ho-ly fuck-ing shit," Harry said after a few moments, wondering if he would fall if he moved. "That was a good one."
"Mmhmm," Draco agreed, eyes closed, resting against the tiles.
Harry sighed, sated and happy. "You've got some moves," he said, smiling like an idiot.
Draco couldn't even pretend to be coherent at the moment, so he just smiled and hummed happily.
Harry laughed, wrapping his arms around Draco tightly.
Valen began to cry from the next room.
"I suppose that's my cue," Harry said, looking over his shoulder, even though he knew he wouldn't be able to see the baby from where he was. He pulled out of Draco very gently, wincing slightly as he did.
"Harry," Draco whispered from his place against the tile. "Release it," he suggested.
"Oh," Harry said, having forgotten. "I release it."
Draco's head didn't exactly clear but he did become more aware of something besides his body. He still didn't move. He couldn't feed the baby and had no intention of leaving the shower yet.
Harry kissed Draco's cheek and then rinsed off quickly and wet his hair before hopping out and grabbing a towel, so used to doing so that he paid no attention to the fact that he could simply use a charm to dry off. He wrapped the towel around his hips and grabbed his glasses before he left the room to fetch the crying baby.
Draco slid to his knees on the tile floor and sat there with the water flowing over him until he felt awake enough to clean up and join his husband and child. He smirked to himself. He still knew how to get what he wanted from Harry.
Harry smiled when Draco came out of the bathroom, sitting cross-legged on the bed as he fed Valen.
Draco lay down on the bed, looking up at the two of them. His smirk was one of supreme satisfaction.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "What are you looking so smug about?" he asked.
"Just been fucked senseless by the most powerful, gorgeous wizard in the world and am now watching my husband feed our child," Draco said. "Shouldn't I be?"
Harry smiled. "I suppose you are pretty lucky," he teased.
Draco cocked his head for a moment, clearly thinking about something as he watched Valen feeding.
Harry raised an eyebrow again. "What?" he said, looking down at Valen and then back up at Draco.
Draco flushed, having not realised that his expression had shown some of what he was thinking. "I ... was just wondering," he said.
"Wondering ... what?" Harry asked, waiting.
Draco took a deep breath, wondering if he really should bring it up, or if he should try to come up with something else to say instead.
"Oh, Draco, come on," Harry said. "You've gotten my interest now. Especially with that deep breath."
Draco rolled his eyes at his husband and sat up, studying his fingers for a moment. "Well, Valen is barely four months old, so it might not be the time to ask ...." He trailed off.
Harry looked down at Valen again. "What about him?" he asked.
Draco made a kind of embarrassed face and sighed. "Well, it's not really about him, exactly," he said. "It's something the reporters were asking about and I was wondering about myself."
Harry snorted. "Draco," he said. "What. Is. It?"
Draco frowned, realising he hadn't a way out now. He took a deep breath and plunged on. "Will Valen be an only child?" he asked quickly, and waited.
Well, Harry hadn't been expecting that one. He raised his eyebrows and was silent for a few seconds. "Erm ..." he said, pausing again. "Would it even be possible to ... have ... another one?"
Draco looked into Harry's eyes, trying to keep himself steady as his heart sped up. "I don't see why not," he said. "You are even more powerful now than you were then."
"But ... I thought it was the Manor's magic and mine combined that did it ...." Harry said, frowning slightly as he thought.
"Yes," Draco said. "Magic that is still there, and now your magic is even more powerful. A lot more powerful."
"Well," Harry said after having taken another long pause, "like you said, Valen is only four months old ... but, I suppose having another baby wouldn't be so bad. We can think about it."
Draco's eyes widened and his face lit up in a spectacular grin. "Really?" he asked.
Harry smiled. "Yeah," he said, "just as long as it isn't in a damn basement the next time."
"No basements," Draco agreed readily, still grinning.
Harry sighed and sat back against the headboard, smiling gently. "Are you willing to put up with me again?" He grinned.
"I suppose it wasn't that bad," Draco drawled, still smiling as he lay back down and stared at them dreamily.
Harry gave a quiet snort. "You hear that?" he said to Valen. "You might be getting a brother or sister in a few years."
"A girl would be nice for the next one," Draco said smugly.
"Any daughter of ours would be so gorgeous, we'd have to fight people off her with a stick," Harry said with a laugh.
"I think that will be our job," Draco said, grinning again.
Harry laughed. "Hell, we might have to fight people off Valen," he said, looking down into his son's big eyes and smiling.
"Wouldn't want to be Head of Hogwarts in another decade," Draco said.
"Me either," said Harry. "But I suppose we'll know how they feel. We're the ones that have to raise them." He laughed.
"I think we'll manage," Draco said, wondering just how many children they could handle.
Harry smiled. "Yes, I'm sure we will," he said.
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Chapter Title: A Bright Future
Words: 3228 Words
Draco stood on the balcony overlooking the vineyards. They had spent a couple days in Paris and would be going back before returning to England. For now, though, they were in Southern France. The night was balmy and full of the scents of the Mediterranean. He had spent part of every summer here as a child. There were happy memories here.
Harry had just laid Valen down for sleep and joined Draco out on the balcony, leaning his elbows on the edge and looking out with a gentle smile on his face. "It's beautiful here," he said for the millionth time.
"It's almost harvest time." Draco smiled. "I got in trouble for picking and eating them before they were ripe. Only made that mistake once, though."
"Got in trouble?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
"I think punishment would have been worse, but I paid for it the natural way." Draco smiled again. "Never had a stomachache that bad before."
"Ah." Harry chuckled a bit. "I imagine that would do it."
"Mother loved this place best, you know," Draco continued.
"Did she?" Harry asked quietly, not pressing, but inviting him to say more if he wanted. Draco still never talked about his family much, and especially not after what had happened with his mother.
"She loved everything about France," he said. "If Father would have allowed it, I think she would have preferred to live here instead of England."
"Even though your ... father ... was the French one," Harry said, remembering how Narcissa had spoken to Draco in French at their wedding.
"Our ancestors are French," Draco said, "not us. We are just as English as you." He smiled at his husband. "Every time we came back from here, she would drive Father barmy complaining about the weather, the food, and just about everything in England."
"Eh, it's not so bad," Harry said with a chuckle. "Well, right now England's not looking so great. I was bloody going mad over there."
"We can stay here until things calm down a bit," Draco said.
Harry nodded. "It's nice to not have to wake up to screaming for a while," he said.
"Never did understand the point of Howlers," Draco said. "And why total strangers think they have any business telling us how to live is an even bigger mystery."
"Total strangers have been trying to tell me how to live since I got to school," Harry said with a snort. "Perhaps they think that the screaming will actually get our attention."
"Yeah, because if being at the top of the Dark Lord's hit list didn't do it, that certainly will work," Draco sneered and then shook his head. "I think they are worried that the great hero of the wizarding world likes to take it up the arse. Afraid it sets a bad example and all that rot."
Harry laughed. "Oh, no!" he exclaimed. "I saved the world but I like cock! How horrible!" He rolled his eyes. "Eh, they can take it up the arse for all I care."
Draco chuckled, wrapping his arms around his lover and leaning down to kiss him. "My hero," he whispered before pressing his lips to Harry's.
Harry smiled and kissed Draco back. "And that's all that's important to me," he said.
"So, my love," Draco smiled, "do you have any ideas of what you want for your birthday? It is only hours away."
Harry grinned. "Can I have anything I want?" he said.
Draco smiled softly, looking into his eyes. "Oh, that sounds dangerous," he said in a low, husky voice. "How could I deny you?" He smirked.
Harry waggled his eyebrows. "You simply can't," he said as huskily as Draco, smiling as well.
Draco's breathing was already speeding up as he whispered, "What do you want?"
"You," Harry whispered back, breathing across Draco's lips. "Perhaps it's too wicked for words."
That caught Draco's attention and his heart sped up even more. "Tell me," he said, swallowing.
Harry smirked a bit and leaned in close to breathe in Draco's ear. He licked the shell slowly and suggestively, his heart beating a little quick as well. "Mmm, I want you on your pretty knees, arse in the air. I want to lick you everywhere. Make it so that you’re begging for me. Then I want you tied to the bed and your legs spread so I can have you as hard as I want. I want to fuck you, but I want to come in your mouth."
Draco swore he nearly fainted just from hearing his husband talk like that. "Now?" he asked hopefully.
"But my birthday isn't for a few hours," Harry said sensibly, as if he hadn't just spoke filthy things. He leaned back and looked at Draco with only a hint of mischievousness in his eyes.
Draco's eyes narrowed. "You are evil, Mr Potter," he hissed, grabbing said evil man's arse.
"I thought I was your hero," Harry said with a smirk, clenching his arse muscles beneath Draco's hand.
Draco shut his eyes, taking several deep breaths to keep from strangling his "hero". He swallowed thickly and then opened his eyes again and tried for a calm voice. "When then?" he asked, not quite succeeding.
"On my birthday, silly," Harry said, giving Draco a very unsatisfactory peck on the lips. He was very much enjoying his affect on his husband.
"Harry," Draco tried to explain calmly, "that's several hours from now!" It didn't come out calm though. More like a whine.
"You asked me what I wanted for my birthday," Harry said, barely holding in his laugh. "And I told you. How would that be what I get on my birthday if we did it now?"
Draco's mouth opened and closed several times before he finally gave up trying to think of a reply to that. He was quiet a moment and then a slow smile spread across his face. "Anything you like, love," he said sweetly, kissing Harry on the nose.
Harry's own inside smile faltered a bit. "But, you know," he said quickly, "we could just pretend like it's my birthday right now ...."
"No, no." Draco smiled. "I wouldn't want to spoil it."
Harry narrowed his eyes slightly, still smiling though. "Oh, of course," he said.
"I think I will take a shower now." Draco smirked again, kissing his husband chastely and heading inside.
"Well, perhaps I need one too," Harry said, following him quickly.
Draco chuckled, not turning around. In the bathroom, he reached in and started the water before starting to strip.
Harry watched dazedly before he began pulling at his own clothes, distracted.
"Something wrong?" Draco asked, almost innocently as he stepped out of his clothes.
"Hmm? Oh, no. Nothing at all," Harry replied, fingers fumbling with his buttons before he simply stripped with magic. Of course, that "nothing at all" was very much visible and something indeed.
Draco smirked, pretending not to notice as he turned his back to his husband and checked the temperature on the shower. He made sure to bend a little more than was strictly necessary as he did.
Harry swallowed. "You are as much of an arsehole as the one I'm staring at," he said shamelessly, indeed staring very intently.
Draco didn't reply, trying to hide a smirk as he stepped into the large tiled enclosure and leaned back under the spray of water. He made sure to arch his back as the water streamed down his body and wet his hair.
Harry huffed, perhaps a little shakily, and climbed in behind Draco after tossing his glasses on the sink. He was tempted to shove him against the wall right then and fuck his brains out.
Draco had had to take his silver hand off when he'd gotten in the shower. He picked up the soap with his right hand and began very suggestive movements as he ran it over his chest, sighing.
"I believe that you, Mr Malfoy, are the evil one," Harry said, stepping towards Draco to press him back with his body.
Draco pretended to blink in confusion. "What's the matter, Harry?" he asked.
"I'm going to fuck you," Harry said seriously. "Right now."
Draco smirked, eyebrows raised. "Really?" he asked, setting the soap down and reaching for the shampoo as if Harry had said something about the weather.
"Yes, really," Harry said, grasping the tops of Draco's arms and turning him so that he could press in from behind him. "Really," he said again, into Draco's ear.
"Make me," Draco said, smirking and looking back over his shoulder.
"There will be no 'making'," Harry said. "I'm going to do it." He pressed Draco hard into the wall, sliding already slick fingers down between their bodies to Draco's entrance.
Draco's cock had stirred from the moment Harry declared he was going to fuck him. Now, he tried to fight his own natural reaction to spread his legs, attempting to move away instead.
"Oh, I don't even think so," Harry said, pressing harder to keep Draco put as he slipped his fingers inside him.
Draco's body trembled even as he tried to figure out how to get what he wanted. He was physically as strong as Harry but with only one arm, and in the shower, Harry did have the advantage. He moved as if to twist away.
"Not that fucking easy," Harry growled, biting Draco hard on the back of the neck and pressing the hand that wasn't occupied with Draco's arse against his back with bruising force.
"You think I am?" Draco smirked, despite the fact that the feel of his cock pressed against the tile, warm water running down his body, and Harry's hands on and in him made him nearly dizzy with desire.
"For me you are," Harry replied, licking the bite mark and contemplating making another.
"Is that an order?" Draco asked hopefully, unable to stifle a gasp at Harry's mouth on him.
"You want it to be?" Harry asked huskily, adding another finger as he pressed his teeth to Draco's skin with a bit of pressure.
"Yess," Draco hissed, answering both Harry's words and actions.
Harry smirked, not even really sure what the command would make Draco do. "Be easy for me," he said, fucking him with his fingers.
A shiver ran down Draco's body as the command forced compliance, his legs spreading and his body relaxing.
"Mmm, now isn't that much better?" Harry said with a slight sneer, pressing his hard length against Draco's arse.
"Yes," Draco gasped, bringing his arm up against the tiles, bracing himself and resting his forehead on it. He had spread his legs as far apart as he could and still stand comfortably. He arched back onto Harry's cock.
Harry slid his cock in the crack of Draco's arse, lubing it that way. He leaned back a bit to watch himself push into that tightness. "Fuck yeah, take it," he said, fighting to keep his eyes open.
Draco shivered again, Harry's magic making his body feel even greedier than usual, and he moaned loudly as he entered him.
"You look so fucking hot this way," Harry growled, grasping Draco's hips tightly and bringing him onto his cock as he pushed forward.
A long low moan escaped Draco's lips as he felt his body filled. "Hot for you," he managed between panting breaths.
"Fuck," Harry let out, finding he rather liked this side of his husband. He wondered if it was only the compulsion. He slid his hands up and down Draco's sides and hips, grasping to pull him back every time he thrust in.
Draco's moans grew louder as he completely surrendered himself to the slide of his husband's body inside his own.
Harry thought he probably could have come just from the sounds leaving Draco's lips. "Mmm, oh, fuck, yes! I know you love this. I know you love me fucking you."
"Yes, always love it, want it," Draco answered, the compulsion working him into a frenzy, abandoning control as he rotated his hips, fucking back onto Harry's cock.
Harry had never seen something so hot in his life. Fuck, Draco could move. Perhaps Harry would be able to get him to dance like this one day, well, probably not. So he made sure to enjoy it while he had it. He was so flushed with pleasure, and his stomach was doing flip-flops, and he could feel that tingling in his lower half. And oh, fucking, God, if Draco got any hotter Harry was going to explode. Not just come, but explode into a million pieces.
Harry's magic felt hot and slick, inside and out. Something about the command made it feel like his entire body was being fucked, not just his arse. Draco moaned and writhed and wondered if he would pass out from the intensity.
"Oh, FUCK!" Harry yelled, beginning to come and thrusting madly. "Oh, shit, fuck YES!" He felt blinded and probably went cross-eyed as he spurted inside of Draco, holding him tight against his cock.
It felt like Draco nearly liquefied with pleasure as Harry's orgasm brought him. He spilled his seed against the tiles.
Harry's head fell forward to rest against Draco's shoulder as he moaned with the aftershocks and panted, eyes very much closed now. He wasn't even sure if he would be able to focus them if they were open.
Draco felt completely relaxed, and probably would have slid down the tiles to the floor if Harry wasn't still pressed both inside him and against him.
"Ho-ly fuck-ing shit," Harry said after a few moments, wondering if he would fall if he moved. "That was a good one."
"Mmhmm," Draco agreed, eyes closed, resting against the tiles.
Harry sighed, sated and happy. "You've got some moves," he said, smiling like an idiot.
Draco couldn't even pretend to be coherent at the moment, so he just smiled and hummed happily.
Harry laughed, wrapping his arms around Draco tightly.
Valen began to cry from the next room.
"I suppose that's my cue," Harry said, looking over his shoulder, even though he knew he wouldn't be able to see the baby from where he was. He pulled out of Draco very gently, wincing slightly as he did.
"Harry," Draco whispered from his place against the tile. "Release it," he suggested.
"Oh," Harry said, having forgotten. "I release it."
Draco's head didn't exactly clear but he did become more aware of something besides his body. He still didn't move. He couldn't feed the baby and had no intention of leaving the shower yet.
Harry kissed Draco's cheek and then rinsed off quickly and wet his hair before hopping out and grabbing a towel, so used to doing so that he paid no attention to the fact that he could simply use a charm to dry off. He wrapped the towel around his hips and grabbed his glasses before he left the room to fetch the crying baby.
Draco slid to his knees on the tile floor and sat there with the water flowing over him until he felt awake enough to clean up and join his husband and child. He smirked to himself. He still knew how to get what he wanted from Harry.
Harry smiled when Draco came out of the bathroom, sitting cross-legged on the bed as he fed Valen.
Draco lay down on the bed, looking up at the two of them. His smirk was one of supreme satisfaction.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "What are you looking so smug about?" he asked.
"Just been fucked senseless by the most powerful, gorgeous wizard in the world and am now watching my husband feed our child," Draco said. "Shouldn't I be?"
Harry smiled. "I suppose you are pretty lucky," he teased.
Draco cocked his head for a moment, clearly thinking about something as he watched Valen feeding.
Harry raised an eyebrow again. "What?" he said, looking down at Valen and then back up at Draco.
Draco flushed, having not realised that his expression had shown some of what he was thinking. "I ... was just wondering," he said.
"Wondering ... what?" Harry asked, waiting.
Draco took a deep breath, wondering if he really should bring it up, or if he should try to come up with something else to say instead.
"Oh, Draco, come on," Harry said. "You've gotten my interest now. Especially with that deep breath."
Draco rolled his eyes at his husband and sat up, studying his fingers for a moment. "Well, Valen is barely four months old, so it might not be the time to ask ...." He trailed off.
Harry looked down at Valen again. "What about him?" he asked.
Draco made a kind of embarrassed face and sighed. "Well, it's not really about him, exactly," he said. "It's something the reporters were asking about and I was wondering about myself."
Harry snorted. "Draco," he said. "What. Is. It?"
Draco frowned, realising he hadn't a way out now. He took a deep breath and plunged on. "Will Valen be an only child?" he asked quickly, and waited.
Well, Harry hadn't been expecting that one. He raised his eyebrows and was silent for a few seconds. "Erm ..." he said, pausing again. "Would it even be possible to ... have ... another one?"
Draco looked into Harry's eyes, trying to keep himself steady as his heart sped up. "I don't see why not," he said. "You are even more powerful now than you were then."
"But ... I thought it was the Manor's magic and mine combined that did it ...." Harry said, frowning slightly as he thought.
"Yes," Draco said. "Magic that is still there, and now your magic is even more powerful. A lot more powerful."
"Well," Harry said after having taken another long pause, "like you said, Valen is only four months old ... but, I suppose having another baby wouldn't be so bad. We can think about it."
Draco's eyes widened and his face lit up in a spectacular grin. "Really?" he asked.
Harry smiled. "Yeah," he said, "just as long as it isn't in a damn basement the next time."
"No basements," Draco agreed readily, still grinning.
Harry sighed and sat back against the headboard, smiling gently. "Are you willing to put up with me again?" He grinned.
"I suppose it wasn't that bad," Draco drawled, still smiling as he lay back down and stared at them dreamily.
Harry gave a quiet snort. "You hear that?" he said to Valen. "You might be getting a brother or sister in a few years."
"A girl would be nice for the next one," Draco said smugly.
"Any daughter of ours would be so gorgeous, we'd have to fight people off her with a stick," Harry said with a laugh.
"I think that will be our job," Draco said, grinning again.
Harry laughed. "Hell, we might have to fight people off Valen," he said, looking down into his son's big eyes and smiling.
"Wouldn't want to be Head of Hogwarts in another decade," Draco said.
"Me either," said Harry. "But I suppose we'll know how they feel. We're the ones that have to raise them." He laughed.
"I think we'll manage," Draco said, wondering just how many children they could handle.
Harry smiled. "Yes, I'm sure we will," he said.
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